The night is a warm, deep indigo. I’ve spent the day in a daze, reliving *his* fingers plunging deep inside me, intense gaze holding mine as I contracted around him. There were several times I had to stop myself from touching my eager little cunt—I know it sounds ridiculous, but I love knowing his fingers were the last thing to be in there. Now, I’m heading home from a late dinner where I drank too much wine, distracted by my daydreams.
It’s a breezy night, and I’m wearing my favorite, flowy sundress. My hair is pleated into a long side braid. Oh, I also did something I’ve never done before; I skipped wearing panties. No bra either, actually. I just wanted the light fabric hugging my bare skin. I felt so enraptured from my semi-public display earlier, that I hoped to attract some more eyes on me tonight. *Or just his again.* I also figured that any panties I put on would be soaked through by the end of the night.
The road back to my hotel is painted with shadows. The moon is only a sliver in the night sky, and most of the well-lit businesses are down by the water. At 1am, my route is nearly pitch-black. I turn down an alleyway and feel a sense of slight unease, like someone is there and is watching me. My heart almost jumps out of my chest when I reach the next corner and a dark figure comes out to meet me.
My eyes adjust as I control my heartrate and realize that it’s my fisherman. I know I should be alarmed that he might be following me, but I’m not. I was hoping to run into him, and what I feel is more akin to relief and familiarity.
As our eyes meet, I give him a shy smile that he must be accustomed to by now. He doesn’t return it. Instead, he closes the distance between us, and pins me against the wall of the building behind me. My mouth opens slightly, my breath coming quicker and heavier. I feel my eyelids droop and my gaze dances from his glinting eyes to his pout. There’s an instant dampness between my thighs.
Slowly, he moves in and kisses me. It’s a slow but urgent kiss, his tongue assertive, insistent. I nip at his lower lip and it pulls a low growl from his throat that makes me pussy clench. His lips move to my neck, leaving a sensual, scorching sensation at every spot his hot mouth touches, a sensation that travels down through my body and amplifies the burning need I have for him between my legs. I sigh involuntarily. He regards me closely as his hand moves down once again, up and underneath my dress. His obsidian eyes widen as he realizes I am not wearing anything underneath and that I am gushing.
Two fingers slide in then out of me. He brings them up to his mouth and slowly, sensually sucks my wetness off of them, groaning as he tastes me. Then, he kneels. In the middle of the empty alley, lit only by a sliver of moon, he kneels in front of me, and lifts my dress up. My heartrate accelerates again, momentarily unsure if I want this to happen right here, right now. But then, I feel that pulling need at my core and open my legs for him. *I want this.*
His tongue traverses my folds, and I take a sharp intake of breath. I can hear and feel him inhale, taking in my scent, and while no one can see it, I know I am blushing scarlet. He must like the way I smell because he groans and I see his hands move to the waistband of his shorts. I feel his stubble between my thighs as he starts tongue-fucking my dripping cunt. Then he kisses upwards and starts massaging my clit as he plunges two fingers into me yet again.
The sound I make is animalistic, primal. He leans back, and looks up at me, mouth open, desperate, as he pumps his cock. His face glistens in dim light, wet with my juices. He leans in again and continues to kiss and lick my pussy. He sucks and teases my clit and it takes everything in me not to writhe away from him with the intensity of the sensations.
It’s when his tongue is persistently circling my clit and his fingers pumping into me that I begin to ascend. My head is tilted back, eyes closed, mouth open to the heavens. I’m gasping and mewling and if anyone is around, they definitely hear me, but I don’t care. He is persistent in his onslaught of pleasure. With the fingers of one hand submersed in me, and his other one still fisting his cock, he lets out a shuddering groan that pushes me over the edge. I moan as I come apart, my hot, dripping cunt spasming and pulsating, practically drowning him. I watch as hot, white cum spurts out of his dick, and lands onto my legs and thighs.
We stay there for a few moments, just looking at one another, breathing heavily. I brace myself for another abrupt departure, but he surprises me. He grabs me by the hand and begins leading me down another alleyway…
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