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2006-10-29
Hello everyone. This is a completely true story (which is exactly why the names are left out). It took place in Brisbane, Australia, in the earlier part of 2006. I wrote it almost immediately, but I’m just now posting it. Feel free to comment or contact me at licking_boy42@yahoo. com with comments or commentary. If you enjoyed it, great. If not, well, there’s plenty of other stories on here…
So let me tell you about my day. We’d met through an online personals site (I won’t tell you which, and besides, it doesn’t really matter which one) and decided to meet up, just to see if we had any compatibility.
The next day we met in Let me tell you a bit about her. She was a bit shorter than I’d expected (but then again, I’m tall), with curly dark hair and a cute face. You’ll get more details later.
Anyway, we walked through the city, into the Botanical Gardens (where she questioned if I was trying to lead her astray) and across the pedestrian bridge. When we were part way across, we sat down at one of the river overlooking benches and talked relationships and people and plans for a bit. She’s refreshingly open about sex and her plans and what she wants, actually. The idea of her opening her own adult shop was definitely a bit of a turn on.
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Pity to find out that she doesn’t have much lingerie of her own (going through a bit of a dry spell on her part).
We walked into South Bank and wandered the markets briefly (and I got lemonade, blessed stuff) before parking it on the grass and eating our lunches and talking sex. She’s definitely got more experiences than I’ve had, but those are for her to tell, not me.
We kept walking, this time along the path in front of the cliffs of Kangaroo Point, heading towards the Storey Bridge (we never got there though).
After a kilometre or so (I wasn’t counting), we got to some benches. I had her lean over them, facing out towards the river and started massaging her back (which she’s said was quite sore and had been lacking in good massaging any time recently (what is it with guys? Dude, give your women back rubs. You will benefit from it)). I started on the usual PG-rated areas, you know, shoulders, back, lower back. After a while, though, I started to slowly work my way around to her front and eventually started massaging her breasts.
She responded that it was feeling great, but we were in a bit too exposed of a place. After a tad bit more fooling around like this, we found a (slightly) more secluded spot on a different bench and sat there cuddling, her head lying on my lap, my hand cupping her right breast.
A word on breasts: I love them. There is no such thing as a bad pair, though I’ll admit to enjoying some more than others. Her’s are quite nice. They’re not tiny but not massive either and incredibly soft.
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Her nipples are so very responsive.
I’m sitting there, massaging her breast through her shirt and wishing I was sucking on them instead (she enjoys gentle biting, she told me, and I’d happily accommodate THAT too). Finally, when there was a bit of a lull in people coming for I think, oh, about 30 seconds, I knelt in front of her on the bench and pulled her right breast from its hiding spot in her bra and started to suck and gently nibble it.
We had to stop pretty quickly, ‘cause we heard people coming.
It continued like that off and on for a bit, me teasing her breasts, but us having to cover ourselves in case someone came by. Eventually, though, she ran her hand around me leg, and started playing with me through my shorts. The angle wasn’t all that good for much pressure, but it felt amazing anyway. I was wearing a shirt that was large enough to cover up a bit of fun, so she unzipped my shorts and started playing with the shaft of my cock through my briefs.
Then, I caught my lucky break. There was a larger than normal break in the pedestrian foot traffic coming past. She’d already pulled the shaft of my cock out of my underwear and was playing with it freely under my shirt.
But, noticing that NO ONE else was around, she started to suck on me. She’s incredibly good at it, too. I probably got almost 2 full minutes of blowing before she pulled up when we heard people coming.
To sort of hide what we were doing, she knelt in front of me in a big embrace, with her head in my lap (but not blowing me).
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I took the chance to unhook her bra, so that her breasts could hang freely in her shirt.
The next time we had a bit of a lull, I got her to stand up. I lifted up her shirt and started to give her breasts the type of attention they deserved, playing gently with her nipples between my teeth. Unfortunately, this didn’t last too long, either, since we heard people coming AGAIN.
The final bit came a few minutes later, when there really was NO ONE around. She knelt in front of me and took my cock back in her mouth. I so wanted to cum all over her mouth, but we’d made an agreement that neither of us would make the other cum unless we were in a place to return the favour.
After a few minutes of this, we had to get up and leave. She had to meet a friend, so neither of us was quite satisfied in the end. As we were walking back to the train, she kept squeezing my hand tighter and tighter, because she was having little orgasms just from what we’d done.
Lucky brat.
The worst part was going up the glass elevator back to the Botanical Gardens. There wasn’t a stop button, or we’d have stopped the thing and done it then and there. We both REALLY wanted to.
We made plans to meet up again soon.
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When she comes to the train station to pick me up next time, she’s only going to meet me wearing her bathrobe. We’ll just shed it all as soon as we get to her place.
I can’t wait.
*** If I get enough positive feed-back, I’ll tell you about what happened the next night at her George Square, in front of city hall and started walking, chatting almost immediately. It was great to see that if nothing else, she’d at least be fun to talk to.
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