A Dalliance From Ti[M]es Abroad

I spotted her from across the smoking area, wearing a sun dress. I'm a sucker for a summer sun dress, the way it flows and reveals, the way it lets a womans' body speak for itself. I was abroad, and my grasp of the language was not at a fluent level. I am not a sharp dresser, and don't necessarily present myself well. Also, I was sporting a mustache, which many women find to be an either-or sort of feature. My confidence was not initially high.

There were mitigating factors, however. I was a foreigner, and as such could play to the exotic even though I'm normally an everyday sort of dude. I was hanging with friends, among whom were some beautiful girls, so my trustworthiness was upgraded from the get go. Also, I was drinking copiously. My shyness was, in the end, no barrier. I made my way through the crowd and we started talking over lagers.

She was shorter than I, and patient enough with my brutalization of her language. We flirted immediately, despite the inability to hear, much less comprehend, most of what was said over the din of smokers' conversation. Body language is fairly universal, it seems. She had dirty blond hair and a beautiful body that had strong tone as well as womanly curves. It was hard not to look at her chest, rolling beneath that warm summer dress. As fall grew near, the temperature had started to drop, and I could see her nipples take shape beneath the fabric.

Our chemistry was obvious. After some strained dancing (I can't move naturally to a techno beat) and some drinks to go from the crowded bar, we informed our friends that we were leaving, and we'd see them tomorrow.

walking aimlessly through the nearby park, we stopped and chatted for a bit with some local ruffians, drinking on a bench. After the conversation turns hot, she turns silent, and begins to shoot me the most telling looks I've ever seen. We excuse ourselves and resume a flirtatious walk, now turning right down a street, little more than an alley. She led me by both arms, one curled around the small of my back, and the other pulling from my chest, her fist balled tight around my shirt.

Out of sound and sight now, we grasped at each other desperately. It seemed almost out of nowhere, but we both knew it was coming to this. She grabbed at my crotch, and devoured my mouth. I might have teased her more than I did with my fingers, but this wasn't the time with the arousal running as high as it was. Her pussy was hot and flushed from anticipation. After unbuckling the top of my jeans, she squatted down and began mercilessly sucking at what she'd fished out. I was soon hard and ready, and rather than luxuriate in the streetlights, she bounced up off her knees and leaned against the wall of the nearest building. Lifting up the back of that light summer dress, she half hissed– and half moaned:

"Fuck me."

A cold wind blew down the narrow street, and the chill excited my taint where she had licked it. This breeze fortified me, and I guided myself into her already wet lips. She had some pubic hair, but it was trimmed out of the way nicely and without any real friction at the entrance, and I was soon rolling the head of my dick along her walls, reveling in the pleasure of movement.

Though she too, seemed to enjoy our union, the breeze picked up gusts, stronger this time now that the dawn was approaching. Unlike before, the cold blew up my taint and ass and left me with a shiver and a shrivel. I stuggled mightily to stay like iron, but to no avail. The breeze brought with it the first real harbingers of winter, and my drunken arousal was no match. When I started to break off and apologize, she simply said "No," and led me by the hand into a nearby apartment courtyard. Neither of us had thought to put my spasming dick away as we moved.

The courtyard served a purpose more like a park than anything else. In the morning and afternoon, this courtyard would be populated by everybody. Workers relaxing on benches after their days' toil and commute. Old folks whose outdoor hobby was spilling crumbs for pigeons. Children playing on the swings, the monkey bars, the spinning discs, and the slides. Gorgeous women walking their most fashionable pets in their most fashionable garb… …let's just say there were many playgrounds over there, and I spent a fair deal of time smoking on benches in parks just like this one. Now it was the small of the day, in the pre-dawn before things have warmed to the sun. It seemed everybody else was asleep, or at least the courtyard was empty. When we ducked in and resumed heating things up (my how those hands will roam), it felt all the dirtier. I loved it. Again, it was on.

This time, rebooting, we were even more impatient.

She hung at my neck for a moment, slowly licking up my neck and jaw, before turning around and indicating her intentions. I guided her hands, already gripping the hem of her dress, up and over her ass. I then pressed firmly to make sure she kept her hands at her back and her ass exposed.

I bent her over with a hand between the shoulders and there, outside in the light of the front entrance, I had her on her knees with her rear presented for my enjoyment. Her pussy was classic, with sandy blonde hair and slighty pouted, glistening lips. I darted in to enjoy, but she cut me off after only a few licks. Again, she moaned with emphasis this time:

"Now, fuck me."

I recognized a command when I heard one, even at that young age, and so I could do nothing but comply. I sank into her from behind, gaining the leverage of the angle to bottom out in her most velvet place. I rode her ass, taking in her curves with my hands, for a good while. The breeze kept finding angles to sabotage me, but her warmth and enthusiasm balanced it out while my own wind lasted. I waxed and waned inside of her, seeking what warmth I could from the increasing distraction of the elements. Winter was coming, indeed.

“Don't stop,” she pleaded from below me.

Not quite yet. Bucking against me from her knees, she mushed me on. I responded with a quickened pace, and might have finished gloriously inside her if not for an early commuter emerging from the door right in front of us. I froze at first, but either oblivious to the new situation or uncaring, my partner continued right on, and soon enough I was pumping away while watching that poor soul, an old grandmother with a heavy plastic bag weighing down one side, hike off slowly for her morning train. She'd most definitely seen. We weren't even beyond the glare of the security lights at the entrance. She'd also probably heard our moans, and the regular wet sounds of our fucking. It seemed she'd seen worse, though, and stoically went by at her own pace. The wind renewed itself with a vengeance, and I furiously worked myself to a finish before it would be too late. I lingered in her depths on a downstroke and pulled out to a pitiful showing on her wiggling ass.

There was no cuddling. She stood and adjusted her dress after brushing my cum off her ass. We walked out to the boulevard with purpose and without words. The morning was beginning to break the darkness, but not the cold. We kissed once more and I thanked her for a wonderful evening. She put her hand out to hail a cab while we kissed again. I teased her, saying: “Maybe next time we'll find someplace even warmer.”

“No. There won't be a next time.” A cab pulled up to the curb. She smiled devilishly before pulling out of my hands and sliding into the backseat. She beckoned me with a finger to the window and said “I have a boyfriend.” It was a statement not of guilt, but of proud fact. I hadn't thought to ask, in all the hours of conversation earlier. I suppose it didn't matter. It takes two to tango, and if she was a dirty girl, then I was a very naughty boy.

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