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I stepped outside of the balcony to have a cigarette at the party; I just needed a quiet moment along with the fresh cold, muggy air. Everyone was having a good time and no one would notice me for the few minutes I was gone.
As soon as I stepped out, I pulled out my cigarettes, popped one into my mouth. I put my hand into my leather jacket to pull out my lighter when I noticed someone already flicking their lighter. I turned to my left and there she was in the dark corner sitting down smoking. I lit the cigarette, and for that moment I heard the butane under pressure hiss out, the crackle of dry tobacco — my senses were attuned to the moment.
I’ve seen her at least a half dozen times at different places because we had mutual friends. A friendly face that was always there but nearly every time we were distracted with something going on. Most of the time it was a friendly smile and hello, there really wasn’t any time to sit down or have anything qualitative or quantitative to talk about. This time, however, canlı bahis it was just us two on the balcony.
First we started talking about the cold weather and then about the party. This wasn’t my party, and it wasn’t her party but she lived at the apartment. There wasn’t any doubt her mind was relaxed by the comforts that alcohol had to offer; there was a momentary silence as she finished her cigarette.
I was studying her face and the way she was sitting. Not a skinny girl, nor a particularly fat girl, but most definitely relaxed and confident, she was almost predatorial in the way she held herself. She was the kind of girl who knew what she wanted and probably got it too.
After lighting another cigarette she shifted her body position and I moved closer. She was wearing a black dress with long sleeves and a low top – how she wasn’t cold I don’t know, maybe it was the alcohol. Again we started another conversation, some how as it always happens with her, it turns to sex. I guess we’re both sexual bahis siteleri animals of different breeds.
As we were talking she lifted her left leg, propped it against another chair and hiked up her dress a couple of inches. Of course she didn’t care that the balcony blinds were partly open, then again it was dark outside and hard to see from the inside out. She then told me she wanted to feel me.
My left eye brow popped up, but otherwise I kept a neutral look on my face. She reached out and grabbed my left hand and put it on her pubic mound and brushed it against her crotch. She was wearing white cotton panties that she pulled down just enough to expose her flesh in the weak light. She put my hand down her panties and went to tell me she had shaved earlier today. The cool of my hand must’ve been a contrast to her warm pussy. Just then my right eye brow rose. My middle finger started brushing against her newly moist slit, between her lips as I gently moved it up and down.
My dick was like a bahis şirketleri turtle in its shell, and my nut sack was shriveled up, probably looking like a dehydrated brain hugging my body. But with all of the sensory stimulation, even the cold air didn’t prevent me from warming up to the growing pleasures. Just then, the balcony door opened.
As quickly and coordinated, I withdrew my hand; she dropped her leg and straightened up. In fact, we did it with such calm grace that the half dozen or so people didn’t notice us until we were in our neutral positions. I smiled, she smiled. I turned around to the person next to me and we started talking about the game everyone was going to play once our smoke break was over.
She got up to walk inside and I continued my small talk with the others on the balcony. She momentarily paused and whispered into my ear, cupping her hand and telling me that she still wanted to feel my cock. I paused for a moment to listen and watched as she disappeared into another room altogether. The guy I was talking to paused along with some other bystanders probed, what kind of balcony conversations we were having. I managed to keep a straight face when I distracted their alcoholic brains. So what about Scatagories…
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