I was so tired of the house party that i felt the urge to get some air. There was no balcony so i headed to the roof. To my surprise there was already some blankets and cushions laying there. I placed my beer carefully on the cold cement floor and positioned myself. Since we were out of the city, i was able to watch the stars. They always had a calming effect on me. I lit a cigarette and hummed the song that was playing down the stairs. “*I shouldn’t be feeling this, but it’s too hard to resist, soft skin and soft lips…*”
I realized that i fell asleep when a soft voice told me to watch out. My cigarette was coming to an end and the ashes were almost going to fall on me. I shook myself and sat properly. The soft voice came closer asking me how I could’ve fallen asleep in this cold. I shrugged my shoulders before turning my head to the voice. There she was sitting near the edge. I was sure that I haven’t seen her at the party because I would most definitely be unable to forget her face. She had a unique face that I wanted to watch all night. She had a bruise around her eye or I thought so because it was dark and the moonlight was insufficent at the moment. I let my guard down involuntarily.
“You seem cold, wanna come here?” I had to make a move. She took her moment to consider my kind offer and shook her head. I open the blanket and made room for her. “Were you bored of the party?” She asked.
– I felt like drowning to be honest. Too much smoke, too dark, too loud. You? ” I was just bored.” Silence. What could I say? That I wanted to kiss her soft-looking lips already? Her phone rang. The screen lit up her face. She indeed had bruises and some cuts across her face, which were looking rather old. She turned her phone off and saw my face, which led to her facing another way.
– What happened to your face? “Nothing important.”
I didn’t want to cross her boundries and let it go. I laid back and had a proper view of her side face until she decided to lay down too. She was so close to me, I was afraid that she could hear my heartbeats. She turned her head to me and looked deeply in my eyes. Then she told me what happened. It was not something sad but rather… hot? I felt bad downgrading her accomplishments to some fantasy of mine but couldn’t stop myself.
“Nonetheless they look pretty good,” I said wanting to touch her face. She didn’t pull herself back. She took my hand and held it against the cold ground. I could feel her hot breath on my face. Just as I was preparing to say sorry, she kissed me. She indeed had soft lips but was kissing rather harsh. I liked it and kept her pace. She held my other hand on top of my head and started kissing my neck. I couldn’t believe this. My eyes were open and I could see the stars while she was nibbling on my ear. It felt so hot.
She stopped and looked at me like she forgot what she was going to do. She said that she was going to take my shirt off. I shook my head, and wiggled to help her. Instead of taking it over my head, she let it stay on top of my eyes. Then I heard a belt unbuckling. Tell me when you want to stop, she whispered in my ear. How could I tell to stop to such a pretty voice. I mumbled okay. She tied my hands with the belt and tightened it real good.
She started kissing me again, everywhere. It was like she didn’t want to miss a place. She unhooked my bra like it was just an obstacle to pass. My nipples were hard both from the cold night and her. She nibbled on them but then took it a step further and bit them. Her warm tongue was swirling around my nipples and i felt my pussy aching. I want to touch her too, taste her too but i guess it was still her turn.
After she was done with my nipples, I shivered as the cold wind passed them. She kissed me once again, so passionately that I realized how eager I was to be touched by someonelse. Her hair brushed my chest as she went down on me. First I felt her licking and biting my belly which would usually make me giggle but at that moment I was so turned on that I wasn’t even tickled. As she was kissing me, her cold hands were wandering under my skirt touching my inner thighs. I was so wet that she could feel it over my panties. She unclasped my skirt and kissed my inner thighs. I couldn’t handle the overwhelming situation and mumbled “fuck!”. She said “not yet” in return and that made me even more turned on which I thought was not possible.
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