*This is a four-hand writing account by two sexy souls who met over the internet.*
*This is their first encounter.*
**Him:**
You are standing before this window. Looking at all these people walking. Minding their own lives. You are alone, but in a minute, a second maybe, I’ll enter the room. I won’t say a thing, because we don’t need to.
The silence speaks our truth and welcomes us in the frailness of its embrace. You keep looking down the street as you listen to my every moves. The door closing behind me. My steps. Every rustling my clothes make.
You can hear me breathing. I’m close enough for you to get a hint of my perfume. You wait, as you feel your heart beating a bit faster, your legs feeling a bit heavier and your stomach wondering why the room seems to be moving a bit.
You can feel that I am now standing right behind you. I’m not touching you. But every uncovered parts of your skin are bridging this distance with your imagination.
The silence is everywhere. And it’s exquisite.
What are you wearing. How are your hair arranged?
**Her:**
My hair is down, long and soft and just dying to be grabbed and pulled. I am wearing a dress, black, sexy. Stockings, high heels. Panties? Maybe, maybe not. Yours to discover.
**Him:**
You feel my fingers reaching under your hair, gently caressing your scalp. You let out a long deep breath.
As I massage your head, I also slowly pull on handfuls of your hair. Until I grab them all in a pony tail fashion and pull a bit harder as your arch your back.
I look at your neck. At you. I take my time.
My other hand reaches for your cheek and gently caresses your face, you try to grab one of my finger with your lips, but I keep on moving.
I’m slowly crossing your neck, reaching for your chest. I’m still pulling your hair as I cup your left breast and close the gab between us.
You can now feel the bulge in my pants.
I can feel your ass slowly rubbing against it.
I reach for the back of your neck, my other hand pull your breasts out. Exposing them to the unsuspecting crowd a hundred meters below.
I’m slowly reaching for your hips. Very firmly caressing your body as I do. Softly massaging your lower belly. Your pelvis has now entered a subtle trance.
I suddenly press your body against the cold window.
At the moment you start feeling the displeasing sensation of cold radiating through your nipples, you feel my warm hand reaching for you pussy. My fingers, slowly and gently cupping your lips.
My lips are starting to kiss your neck, sending pulses of electricity throughout your body.
They are now kissing your shoulder.
Your lower back. My hand still delicately working your pussy. Undermining the last once of composure you had.
I pull up your dress and start kissing and gently hitting every centimeters of your butt cheeks. I find you beautiful as I’m welcomed by a bare ass, proudly arched on your high heels. Your magnificent lips, moist and half opened, touting me in an invitation to greed. Luring me to their nectar.
I indulge.
Kissing slowly at first, then voraciously. My tongue starting to imprint itself with a steady, mesured tempo, against your clit. Andantino.
« ohhh, fuck yes » you say.
A second later, a resolute hand comes down slapping your ass. You knew about the rule of silence. And the gentle punishment for breaking it.
Now you’re just moaning as you concentrate on what I am offering. Pleasure in its purest form. My tempo accelerates. Allegreto.
I feel your legs slowly trembling. Your moans are louder. I intensify my work. Vivo.
You come in a loud deep moan as you fall knees to the floor. Joining me there. Slightly leaning against me.
You turn around and lock your eyes into me. You push me and I fall on my back and elbows. You get on your knees, and start crawling on me. One of your hand reaches for my face as the other tries to open my belt. You seem to be half conscious. Like an automata built for pleasure, executing it’s most deeply rooted script, it’s highest order of function.
You grab my dick and start stroking it. Our eyes still locked onto each other. You bring your mouth to the tip of my dick, and keep staring into my soul as your mouth swallows it.
« Ohhh fuck » is what I say, fully aware of the punishment to come.
You plant your nails deep in my thigh. Hard.
It’s not the pain that feels good. It’s the celerity and confidence with which it is inflicted. The bond of trust it perpetuates. It brings me back to the present moment. It contrast with your mouth. Making your lips and tongue even sweeter to the touch.
I moan in pain.
I come soon after, under the skillful interplay of your mouth over my mast and your fingers caressing my inner thighs and balls.
We lay there for many minutes, your head on my belly. Catching our breath. Catching our thoughts. You wake up and get the wine.
And drink straight from the bottle. The sight is incredible. From where I am on the floor, the view I have of you is so cinematic. This low angle bottom view of you, dress not covering anything much anymore, hair in a little mess, makeup slightly off, barefoot. The casualness in the gesture. The form your body takes to drink like that.
My blood starts boiling again. A bell get off as I feel my chest pounding again.
Round 2.
**Her:**
My thirst quenched from your cum and from the wine, I walk back toward you. My eyes meeting yours, I bite my lower lip, letting you know I am hungry for you, all of you.
Without saying a word, I suck on your fingers, making them wet with my spit, before bringing them to my pussy. You play with my clit for a few moments as I kiss you, my moans muffled into your mouth as I am once again dripping wet with desire. You fuck me with your fingers, bringing me to yet another crashing orgasm.
“I want to taste myself, I want to taste my cum” I tell you, as you bring your fingers to my mouth. I look you in the eye while savouring the delicious sweetness of my pussy, licking and sucking my juices from your fingers.
“Now that I’ve felt your fingers, I want to feel your dick. I want to feel you inside me” I whisper into your ear, as I feel you harden beneath me. Straddling your body, I lower myself onto you slowly, feeling you fill me up as you fuck me, alternating between grinding on your cock and riding you hard.
You feel amazing inside me, and I throw my head back in ecstasy as our breaths increase rapidly. By now, I am moaning loudly, letting you know how much I love the way you’re fucking me, how much my body is on fire.
You suck on my nipples as you slide in and out of me, making them as rock hard as your dick is. You can barely contain yourself anymore, and you ask me where I would like you to cum.
“Wherever you want, the choice is yours” I reply.
So, where will you choose?
**Him:**
I come on your face in a loud groan as you rub yourself against my cock. I heavily sit on the floor and drink from that bottle of wine. I pass it to you while I caress your body, i want to eat your face and taste myself as well. We kiss. We lay down there, at the bottom of a bed which sheets have no wrinkles. A ceasefire. A technical break.
« So, what’s your name. » I ask.
**Her:**
“What do you want it to be?” I reply, sipping from the bottle and relishing in the sexiness of us having just ravaged each other anonymously. Still feeling some of your cum on my face, I scoop it up with my finger and suck it off, not wanting to waste one delicious drop. My hair is a mess, my mascara is running, my skin is covered in you, and I have never felt more alive.
**Him:**
Anaïs
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11zpszp/high_atop_the_passersby_we_found_a_name_exhib_mf