Australian Penthouse

She had come into my studio a few weeks earlier to welcome me to the building, introducing herself as the trainee hairdresser from the salon below. I watched as her eyes scanned the room, stopping on my camera equipment.

“You’ve got a lot of nice gear up here,” she said.

“Yeah,” I replied. “I’m shooting a new model after lunch.”

With half a smile, she quickly pivoted on her sandshoe, her blonde ponytail swishing behind her, and skipped out of the room. Startled at her sudden retreat, I drank in the sight of her long, tanned legs in her impossibly skimpy white shorts; the kind of clothing that only the young – I assumed she was about 20 – can effortlessly pull off.

Later that day, I decided to go for a swim at the beach near work. Emerging from the surf and soaking in the full heat of the blazing sun, I opened my eyes and, to my surprise, I saw the hairdresser. Cloaked half by the ocean, her upper body glistened in the afternoon light, and she smiled at me. Then she turned and dived into an approaching wave.

Once she surfaced, she floated in the surf for a while, her small breasts in her bright white bikini top poking out above the horizon. Mesmerised, I watched her swim further into the deep blue, but then I realised I was late for an appointment, so I grabbed my towel and headed back to my studio.

Late to work the following morning, and badly hungover from a nightclub launch party, Melena, as I later found out her name to be, cornered me as I fumbled for my keys at the entrance to the lifts.

“Hard night?” she asked.

“Er, yeah. A real blinder, actually,” I replied.

“I’ve got to go back to work, but I’ll come up and say hi later on,” Melena smirked.

Back inside my studio, I went about my day’s tasks, which were fortunately quite light. There was a message on my answering machine letting me know the afternoon’s shoot had been cancelled and, quite frankly, I was glad. The idea of shooting a family portrait really didn’t appeal.

I was cleaning out some of the junk cluttering up my storeroom shelves when I heard a familiar voice.

“Hey, you!”

Startled, I banged my head on the metal shelf above, making it ache even more.

“Oh, you poor thing,” cooed Melena.

Moving beside me, she cupped my head in her hand, and I felt the soft warmth of her parting lips enveloping mine.

The tip of her tongue cautiously entered my mouth, and I brazenly returned the gesture. Pulling Melena close, I felt the heat of her young flesh rise towards mine. Locked in a steamy embrace in the darkened storeroom, time stood still, and my cock rose to the occasion. Recognising this, Melena’s small hand caressed the outside of my pants and tightened around my growing manhood. Her barely covered skin felt electric against mine.

Still in the passionate embrace, I kneaded her neck and ran my fingers through her dirty blonde hair. Our eyes locked, and then I moved my mouth to her neck, causing her to squeal with delight. Reaching down for her waist, I grabbed her singlet and swiftly pulled it over her head.

I stepped back to fully appreciate the sexy situation, and she smiled sweetly, pleased at my acceptance of her and my obvious lust. Her nipples erect and her breath quickening, I moved in close once again. When my tongue touched her stiff bud, she thrust her chest towards me. It was obvious her desire was near boiling point.

As I rubbed her other breast, Melena’s hot little hand sought out my dick for a second time, and a faint groan escaped her lips. Moving my kisses down towards her stomach, my cock slipped from her clutches.

As I reached her waistline, I yanked down her tantalising short shorts and undies in one go. Her pussy finally exposed, her intoxicating scent filled my world. Kissing downward, tracing her faint hairline, I reached the crest of her crotch before hoisting her onto the storeroom’s bench. She eagerly spread her legs as I leaned in for my first taste of her secret honey.

Her nectar was sweet as I flicked my tongue against her dripping lips. She widened her stance, and my tongue broke the seal of her petals, revealing the flower within. Melena’s nurturing hands drove my face deeper inside her, and her hips began to rise, contract and swirl.

She moaned again, much more loudly this time, and her fingers grasped my head even tighter, welcoming my exploration. I rose up to meet her glazed doe eyes, and her hair tumbled around her pretty face.

As I removed my shirt, I felt Melena nimbly undoing my jeans buttons. She struggled for a second to get my boxers over my straining cock, letting out an adorable giggle that made me want her all the more.

Stepping out of my clothing, I grabbed her hips and guided my erection past her pussy lips and into the inviting warmth that men crave so honestly. My urgency gave Melena a thrill, and she threw her head back in ecstasy.

Her pussy was so tight, I felt her body wince along that fine line between pleasure and pain, but she soon started to grind her hips into mine. We writhed against one another as I pulled her legs up to my chest. Her body arched back, and I worked her like she deserved, her pussy quivering as she let out that telling gasp and her fluids pulsed around my manhood.

I wasn’t sure how long I could hold on, caught deep inside that hairdresser’s tight body, so I clasped my hands behind the small of her back and lifted her easily off the bench.

Lowering her to the ground, I got on my back and she impaled herself on my shaft, all the way to the hilt, still breathing those life-giving breaths. Both smiling wickedly, we started the steady rhythm that would eventually deliver us both to an earth-shattering climax.

Melena and I locked mouths as she plunged her sex deeper and deeper, grinding me hard. I grabbed her pert arse and our pace quickened. I could feel the rise of come inside me. While I massaged Melena’s pursed anus, we exploded together and she continued to ride me as I filled her with all that I am.

Finally sliding her off me, we lay on the storeroom floor for what felt like a decade, although I know it must’ve only been seconds before she nonchalantly jumped up and started putting her clothes back on.

“I gotta get back to work!” she said.

After that, Melena came by regularly for a chat during her lunch breaks. She filled me in on her nightly adventures with her girlfriends, but we never had sex again. Though she did later thank me for showing her how it should be done.

-B. Chan, Sydney, NSW

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