That Tartan Skirt

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We met at a mutual friends birthday. She practically bounced into the club we were meeting at or maybe I imagined that as my eyes were fixated on the hem of her tartan skirt. Whenever her hips moved the skirt swung and it was hypnotising me. We were introduced and her broad smile had me hooked.

It wasn’t long before the drinks were flowing and we were getting on well, she had a boyfriend but he wasn’t out tonight. She lived at home with her parents and I lived out of town. I wasn’t sure how I was getting home. Probably a taxi but first…

We headed upstairs in the club. This is where the party really got going. Less talking now, just moving to the beat. That tartan skirt swishing and swaying. Before long it was clear she’d had too much to drink. She decided she wanted to walk home, I looked over at our mutual friend who was still having fun and offered to make sure she got home safe.

Behind the club were some stairs up bahis firmaları to the old college grounds. I don’t know how we managed to get up them but once we were at the top we took a breather on some street furniture. That’s where we started kissing. I was so hot for her and I knew she was wet for me but there was nowhere we could go. Not her place and creeping past her parents, who would no doubt call her boyfriend, and not a taxi to my place and try to explain where she had been that night.

We had to improvise. I looked at the fence to the old college building and figured I could climb it. I took her by the hand and then clambered over the fence. She told me she would never make it, she wasn’t tall enough. It took a feat of strength but between us we managed to get her safely over, though a passing stranger would no doubt have got an eyeful.

Into the shadows was a tree, it leaned back and was the perfect angle to lay her against. kaçak iddaa We started kissing again and I hitched up her skirt and moved her panties aside so I could finger her clit. I took my cock out and rubbed it against her very wet cunt.

I slid right in and fucked her against the tree. But I wanted her mouth round my cock so stood back and pushed her down kneeling in front of me. She wasted no time taking me in her mouth. I stood her up and spun her round, she was now face down on the tree with her legs spread. I started fucking her again and then asked if she had ever done anal.

She whimpered no, and I slid my cock out of her pussy and pressed it against her asshole. I’m not sure if it was the angle of the tree, or how excited she was or both, but a little pressure and I was inside her virgin arse. She was so tight and her moans were more animal now.

I got the feeling we were being watched but I was having too much kaçak bahis fun. I pulled her up from the tree again and forced her on to her knees. I didn’t need to ask as she sucked my cock even harder this time.

I led her deeper into the shadows and laid her down on the grass. I held her knees up and slid my cock into her ass again. This time the angle was even better for me, and it wasn’t long before I was ready to come. I pulled her onto her knees for the final time and came down her throat. She whimpered again as she swallowed as much of it as she could and then she took her time licking me clean.

It was only then that we heard some loud whistling and spotted a man off in the distance, pretending not to look our way. My guess was he had quietly enjoyed the show but now we were done, he was alerting us to whoever else could be around.

We made ourselves as presentable as could be, and then looked at the fence. Our efforts had made our escape more difficult, but we found another way. She got a taxi home, she had no energy for the walk, and I got a taxi back to mine.

I only saw her once after that, but that’s a story for another day.

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