A few years ago I was walking back into the town centre to get a bus to work after dropping my car off for a service. It’s not yet 8.30am and I was strolling along minding my own business. I cut down some stairs and take the underpass, traffic thundering above me. On way way up, right at the top, there is a sharp turn.
I bumped right into her.
Young. Definitely late teens. Body is a little more than curvy. Great pair of tits. It’s a warm day. She’s wearing a fairly short black and white patterned dress with yoga shorts clearly showing underneath. Long smooth legs with a thick pair of boots on.
I’m about to say sorry.
“Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer.”
I realise I’m staring at her cleavage. She’s not wearing a bra. I didn’t miss a beat.
“How much?”
The question seemed to knock her off balance. I could see the expression on her face betray every flickering emotion. Shock. Disgust. Anger. Curiosity?
“What do you mean?”
“I’m serious. How much for a picture of your tits?”
She looked at me. Her brow was furrowed, her tongue sticking out a little.
“Twenty quid.”
I decide to push it further.
“That’s not really what I want.”
“What do you want then?”
I pulled my wallet out. It was really designed just to hold cards but it was plump with cash that day. I expected to pay for the service with notes, plus I had a few extra in case I needed to get a taxi to pick the car up before the garage closed.
She noticed this bulge and didn’t move her eyes away from my hand as she asked how much was in there.
I told her exactly how much.
“I want to rub your pussy”.
Her eyes snapped to mine. She was trying to work out if I was serious. Maybe if I was dangerous. Maybe how it would work…
“Only for a minute. No kissing. No other touching. And you can’t have a photo of my tits. You can’t even see them.”
Another bulge this time, my cock hardening slightly in anticipation of a situation I hadn’t expected at all that morning. It was a deal.
She knew a place. A back lane very close by. We didn’t go too far down. We didn’t need to. This part of town wasn’t really designed for pedestrians. We were unlikely to be disturbed. Not if it was only a minute. I handed her the notes.
She removed the small black bag from her shoulder, backed herself against the wall and told me I could start. Her yoga shorts were tight and it wasn’t comfortable at all. I asked her to take them down. She shot an annoyed look but did it anyway. Once it was done, she closed her eyes and turned her head away. She was squatting just ever so slightly to give me access. I placed my left hand on the brick wall behind her, to steady myself and stop me from being tempted to touch her elsewhere and took a look down.
She had quite the little bush going on. Long, thick hair on her mound and around her lips. I reached down. She was wet. Really wet. I started by tracing some of her juices forwards, from her hole to her clit. I started rubbing her hard button, quick flicks really, with just one finger. Her reactions was nearly instant. Her breathing became louder, shallow then panting. My finger sped up, the movement broken up every few seconds by running the inside of my fingers along her entire slit, coating them in her wetness. Her mouth moved into the ‘O’ shape and I knew I had her. I felt her body convulse as I held her, literally by her pussy. She barely made a sound at this point.
It was more than a minute but not by much.
Her body relaxed. My dick was straining against my pants.
“If you want to, we could…”
There was no point in finishing. Her pants were back up, she straightened her dress, picked up her bag and walked off, back in the direction she’d been heading when we first encountered each other. I put my fingers to my nose and inhaled.
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