[MF] Final time with the Red Head…

…but it was memorable.

It was a Saturday and we had separate events to attend – but we wanted to see each other, so we planned on her staying with me after.  Just remembering this makes me hard, that sweet smile faux-innocent-smile, that gorgeous pale face framed by red hair, and that figure, curvy and powerful to boot.  For reference, she was 5”3 or so and 23 years old, to my 5”7 and 41.  I had definitely developed feelings for this one, and I discovered she had too, although in a bizarre twist only as she was breaking up with me…

Anyway…it was still hot, the English summer not having broken yet – she texted me that she wanted to meet at the flat before going out, drop off kit and grab a shower before heading back out (seems to be her theme).  This was another flat that I have access to, she had not been to this one, which had a lovely big mirror in the hall…

We met at the tube. She’s wearing, incredibly in this heat, all over black – top and jeans, both black.  She must have been boiling.  But she looked stupidly hot, and the contrast of those dark colours against her pale skin and red hair was striking.  As ever she was slightly nervous about kissing me in public and only kissed me on the cheek as we hugged – I pressed her body to mine, feeling her breasts crush up against my chest.  That sent a twitch to my cock.

I took her bag, slid my arm around her waist, and we walked to the flat – she smiled at me again, looking up at me from under her eyelashes coquettishly, pressing her hips closer to mine, liking how I owned her.  She slid an arm around me in response.

Getting into this flat is via the smallest lift in NATO, barely enough room for two people; normally, this is awesome, as it means very close proximity.  It’s also slow enough, including the opening of the door, that I have received many a brief but very enjoyable blowjob in there.  On this occasion it really wasn’t sexy or romantic, as it was far too hot and there were too many bags.

We put bags down, open windows, get a drink to cool off; there is a counter-gap in the wall from the lounge to the kitchen, and she is plugging her phone into the wall there – she is bent over, and those jeans are struggling to contain that perfect arse. I don’t even hesitate, but put my hands on them. She looks back at me over her shoulder, all conversation having ceased – she’s stopped mid-sentence.  The moment seems to last forever – the air is heavy, heavy, heavy with lustful anticipation, as if she is daring me to go further.  Challenge accepted, I slide my hands up to her hips and pull her to me, her arse firmly into my crotch, so she can feel my hardening cock. I kiss her neck, she loves that, lick her ear, move my hands over her body on top of her clothes.

I spin her around, take her in my arms, pause for a moment holding her tight and close, our lips only inches apart.  Her mouth is open, her lips moist and inviting, her breathing heavy.  Her eyes are laughing, smiling; I kiss her hard, our tongues interplay. I pick her up, and she wraps her legs up around my hips, her arms round my head and neck kissing me hard, and I bury my head in her breasts, still covered by the tight black top.

I carry her to the bedroom, and throw her down onto the bed, which she enjoys with a squeal of delight. She lands on her back, her legs spread, and I dive between them, even though she is still wearing her jeans.  I lick her pussy through the fabric, I can smell her pussy, and feel how wet she is even through the denim. 

Her shoes are already off from coming into the flat, and I undo the buttons on her jeans, and while she is on her back with her arse off the bed to help me, pull her jeans off, taking her knickers down as well.  Half naked, she hurriedly throws off her top, so she is just in her bra on the bed, while I very, very quickly strip everything off, so hot are we for each other to get flesh on flesh.  Naked, I push her onto her back, spread her legs, and dive in.  Oh the taste, still the most amazing pussy, I eat and lick and eat, and her hear moans; looking up, her black bra pale against her skin, her head is thrown to the side as she moans and whimpers, her hands on her breasts, squeezing and kneading them through the fabric of her bra.

BJ in just her bra. Pale skin.  Gorgeous smile as she plays with my cock on her face, her small hands making it look even bigger, her tongue forking onot the tip.  I want to fuck her and eat her again though, so I pull her up quickly, getting a squeal from her, and through her on her back again.  I just cannot get enough of her cunt, and she seems happy enough with my tongue all over her.  I reach a hand up over her stomach and towards her bust as I alternate between burying my tongue inside her and taking her clit between my lips and teeth; reaching her tits, I try and tweak a nipple, but cannot manage through the lacy material.  She moves it aside, and guides my fingers, shuddering hard as they grip one of her nipples and playing with it.

“Take it off,” I say in between long licks of her cunt.  She struggles to do so, on her back and tremendously excited, and eventually just pulls it down completely, exposing her full breasts to my fingers, and hers.  I keep lapping at her pussy, reaching up to firmly grasp her left breast, her hand intertwined with mine.  I am kneeling on the floor, naked with a ragingly hard erection, pre-cum leaking from the tip; her pussy is right by the edge of the bed, with her legs hooked over my shoulders, and I have to abandon her breasts to support (and enjoy) both of her buttocks as she squirms in delight and that painful ecstasy; I enjoy watching the undersides of her breast wobble as she moves – they are so firm that they jutt skyward with almost no movement to the side.

She half sits up, and we lock eyes as I continue to envelope her pussy with my mouth, effectively fucking her orally.  “Fuck me,” she demands, but still whimpers in loss as I pull my tongue away from her sopping snatch.  I grab a condom from my discarded jeans, roll it on in record time…she is on her back still, and I grab her legs and one over each shoulder.  Entering her is still bliss, even with a condom on – she’s so tight, so hot inside there, and I know how wet, her juices smeared across the stubble on my face.

She moans, and I start slow deep thrusts into her, watching her breasts heave as she pants; her arms are above her head, her face turned to the side, eyes closed as she pants and gets louder and more abandoned, more and more focused on the pleasure coming out of her cunt.  I want it tighter, and put both legs over one shoulder – that gets her attention, her eyes snap open as her pussy grips my cock harder.  She stares at me, wide eyed and lustful.  I am holding her legs with one arm wrapped round them, and start fondling her tits with the other, then press my fingers between her lips – she wraps her tongue around it as if she is sucking a dick, and reaches forward crossing her arms under her thighs, pulling her legs back a bit more, giving me more leverage into her cunt.

I spank her slighty-more exposed arse, getting a yelp of delight from her; she then does something odd, as she starts kissing her arms, in need of more stimulation across her body.  I cannot believe how horny this girl is; as we fuck, me pounding her harder and faster.  I slow down.

“The mirror,” I pant, “it’s pretty big…”

“Yes!”  then whimpers again as I pull out of her with a wet slopping sound.  I help her up and kiss her hungrily, hands all over her tits, then push her towards the door, firmly slapping her bottom as she wiggles passed me with a wicked grin.

There is a radiator under the mirror, at about the height of her hips – she bends over at the waist, legs slightly apart, hands at either end of the metal.  Her thighs are slick with her pussy juices. She is close to the mirror, and she looks amazing, her firm breasts hanging down; she is staring at her own body with a hungry light in her eyes (she’d been in a lesbian relationship a few years before).

She looks at me in the mirror. “I’ve wanted to watch you fucking me for so long…”

Cock in hand, I slide it over her wet pussy lips, up and down, making her shudder and gasp again, before she holds her breath in anticipation – I push in, she pushes back, using her arms, and we start fucking hard; she can barely keep her head up, but she sneaks looks at herself being fucked, her tits swinging with every thrust.  It’s as though the imagery and the feeling of my cock forcing its way in and out of her is too much to bare; she tells me later that she just had too much going on to be able to look too often!

In between thrusts I gasp, “Do you want to watch it go inside you?”

“Yes! Please…”

With a deep thrust into her I push her body hard into the mirror, arms wrapped round her breasts.  I manoeuvre us awkwardly to the left, place her hands against a wall so that we are side on to the mirror.  Grabbing her hair, I turn her flushed beautiful face to the mirror – her eyes widen slightly at the sight of my cock poking out from under her arse, while she can feel the tip still inside her.  With a smirk, I push in as she watches – her mouth opens to match her eyes as she feels and correlates it to SEEING my cock disappearing into her.

“Oh gosh, that’s amazing,” she trembles, throws her head back and moans deeply, squeaking a tiny bit as I grab her hair and tug her head back further.  She keeps sneaking glances at the mirror, arching her back more, making her figure more pronounced, plays with her one of her swinging tits. Our bodies mesh closer as we fuck her harder and harder, my hands all over her, my hand on her neck choking her, tweaking her nipples hard, feeling the weight of her breasts, spanking her, pressing on her clit then making her suck her juices off my fingers. She pushes back more and more against my thrust so that she is meeting my movements fully – the result is a long hard stroke deeeeeep into her – I am not sure how much more of this I can take.

I pull out of her. “Get on the floor on your back.” Her arse cheeks are red from my spanking, her pale skin is gently bruised around the hips where I gripped, her hair is matted to her skin from the effort and pleasure.  She lays down, clearly cock-drunk, legs wide apart and bent at the knees, arms open and inviting.  I lower myself between her thighs – we are both slick with sweat – and while kissing her mouth, sink my cock into her. There is no finesse in this fucking, I just power into her cunt as hard as I know how, getting faster and faster to get to that point of no return, leaning over her, watching her body move as I thrust. She is loving it, her head is turned to face the front door projecting her loud whimpers and moans to the stairwell beyond, where anyone passing would clearly be able to hear us screwing.

“YEEESSS!” she cries, and spams under me, her pussy walls gripping me tightly, putting me finally over the edge.

“That was incredible,” A pause.  “You’re incredible,” as she holds me tighter, our hearts slowing down from the effort in that heat.

Things fell apart with astonishing rapidity after this, but I shall never forget this girl and the enormous fun we had together in and out of bed.

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