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Posted on 02.10.05 by Justine @ 6:27 pm
It’s time for another story and today’s addition is a true story about an encounter I had with my landlord a couple of years ago. I still get very wet between my legs thinking about it and got extremely horny writing this story. In fact I had to keep stopping every couple of paragraphs to play with my clitoris Kisses, Justine Hard Fast Sex Sometimes, there’s nothing like a really hard fast fuck, well that’s what I think anyway! There are times when nothing else will do… A few years ago I was living in an apartment in France. It was a beautiful place with amazing seventeenth century wooden ceilings and window frames, but the best thing of all was my landlord. From the day I moved in there was a certain sexual tension between us. He lived just a few doors away from me and we’d often see each other in the street. I didn’t speak much French but we always said hello and kissed cheeks in that charming French way. His lips always seemed to linger a little longer than was necessary and I always felt that lovely tingle of sexual energy running down between my thighs. His eyes would sparkle and he’d touch my arm as we spoke a few words. Sometimes I’d see him at his window as I was getting out of my car wearing a short skirt and no panties. I’d pretend not to see him and let my skirt slip up to give him a good view of my naked pussy. I’d always catch him looking, give him a big smile as I covered myself up, then go on into my apartment. It became a game we played and we both enjoyed it - language was suddenly not a problem! One evening I got out of my car and, knowing that Michel was there at his window, I bent right over in front of him to pick up my bags. He got a complete view of my bare ass and my pouting pussy lips, then I stood up, turned round and waved to him and went in my door. Within a few minutes, there was a ring at the doorbell. I went and opened the door to find Michel standing there on my doorstep. He smiled and apologised for calling round unannounced (I understood that much in French) so I kissed him and invited him in. I had no idea why he was calling but hoped he’d finally taken my bait. I was wearing just a short little dress and could feel his eyes on my bare legs as I led him into the living room. I began to get horny at the attention, and that familiar yearning aching tightened in my pussy. I offered Michel some wine which he accepted, then sat down to have a drink with him and see what he had to say. His eyes were as twinkly as ever, and he sat right next to me on the sofa, his eyes roaming my body as he made himself comfortable. He spoke rapidly in French and I hardly understood a word. Then his hand reached over and touched my thigh and I felt suddenly tingly all over. His fingers stroked softly up the inside of my thigh and I shivered as he approached my aching cunt. I leant forward and pressed my body against him, bringing my lips to softly touch his. We both gasped with the newness and unexpected thrill of the touch of eachother’s bodies. I was so horny now that I uncontrollable and I climbed on top of him, kissing him hard full on the mouth as his fingers moved rhythmically on my clitoris. I reached down and unzipped his fly, letting his hard cock spring out, pre-cum glistening already on the tip. I love pre-cum so much, I couldn’t help but dip my head down and lick the quivering tip of his dick, slurping up that lovely liquid and savouring the salty taste in my mouth. Then, without any further delay, I lifted my hips up and plunged my soaked pussy onto his stiff phallus. We both groaned as our hips ground together with pent up sexual frustration. I kissed him hard again - this was something we’d both wanted to do since the day we met and finally we were doing it - fucking each other’s brains out! I was suddenlt swept away by the first wave of my orgasm and I screamed into Michel’s mouth and thrust my hips harder and faster against his, desperately trying to satisfy myself on his cock. Wave after wave of bliss swept over me and I felt him thrusting urgently as he neared orgasm himself. Just a few more strokes of his length deep inside my hot cunt and he gasped in orgasmic ecstacy, his cock throbbing with each spurt of his hot cum. I practically lost consciousness with the intensity of the moment and yelled out again with pleasure. Our orgasms subsided and embraced for a few moments. Then we smiled gently to one another, disentangled our bodies and straightened our clothing. We sat for a moment together and drank the last few drops of wine, then I saw Michel to the door and we kissed and said goodbye. I smiled myself as I walked back indoors - we had said everything we needed to say to each other, and yet we’d hardly spoken a word! Written by Justine from http://www.JustinesBedroom.com Filed under: Fucking Comments:
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Anyway, have a read and let me know if you get as turned on as I did…
