Groomed.

I’d been out and about drinking in the city. I dropped by the cafe because the light was on and talking to the girl cleaning up was a buxom woman in a bright dress that obviously she was wearing a bikini underneath. Immediately I felt her interest. We chatted for a while and then decided to go for a beer. We went to a noisy city pub with a dj and a dance floor. We danced a little then sat at the edge of the dance floor. Before I knew it we were making out. She was hot and passionate and wanted my hands all over her. I got the feeling she wanted everyone to see. This was her place where she picked up guys, and perhaps there was an ex or two there watching, and she wanted them to see her getting it on with a random stranger. I cupped her breasts and ran my hands up her dress as we kissed and writhed. Finally she took me back to her place, and when the dress came off her body was stunning. Pierced belly button, fluorescent bikini, and visible tan-lines. This girl liked sex, and loved to dress for it. She had one of those sensual faces that go with a buxom body; full pouting lips, dark eyes that somehow seemed slightly cross-eyed, and straight dark hair framing her high cheek-bones, and then falling around her shoulders. She was at the same time full-figured and athletic. I kissed her strong neck, and she took me, that is really the best description of the love-making. After I licked her pussy for a while she rolled me over and she rode me. I had one hand on one of her big firm breasts and with the other hand I stroked and squeezed her arse and thigh. Her naked body was lit by fairy lights, and as she panted gently she pushed herself down around my shaft, doing a little circular twist of her hips as she pushed down and rose up again. Every now and then she came forward and her breasts dangled in my face, her nipples brushing my skin. We came deep and hard, but didn’t stop our passion. We clung to one another and moved until every drop was spent.

Years later I lived not far from that place. I don’t know how long she lived there, I never saw her, but every time I go down that street even now I have a very sweet, half-lit, memory of that passionate night.

Summer Afternoon.

I’d been working on the house for a few hours that day. The owner, an acquaintance who owned a bunch of houses, a property investor, had taken to living in this one even though it wasn’t finished. It was a nice house, and would end up being a real beaut. The owner had turned up in the late afternoon with a friend, a blonde lady in a blue summer dress, with blue eyes and a lascivious look on her face. The dress was short and her legs long and pale. There were some drinks in the offing so we drank in the front room, there wasn’t furniture anywhere else. Everything about the woman said ‘I want to fuck’. She noticed my direct gaze and spread her legs to reveal pink panties with wisps of blonde/auburn pubes around the edges, all framed by her pale skin. I knew the guy was twisted so I moved on her, sitting next to her and French kissing her eager red mouth while I rubbed her panties until they were sopping wet with her juices. She took the panties off and I pulled down my trousers. We had a great fuck, her blue summer dress bunched up around her waist with her tits hanging out the top. She panted and moan and writhed. There was no question of pulling out when the time came, she wanted to feel me ejaculate deep inside her. She cried out as it happened. The property guy just sat there in the corner watching the whole time. I just forgot about the guy in the heat of passion.

 I went to the fridge after to grab another drink, and as I walked back I heard a snatch of conversation. “But you wanted me to fuck him” she said. “Yeah, but you weren’t supposed to enjoy it that much” he snapped.

Window.

We'd meet in a bar, and fooled around, and now she wanted me to come to her place in the middle of the day.  It was one of those tiny Paris apartments on the upper floor of an old apartment build. Narrow staircase, shared toilet in the stairwell, one room, shower in the corner, kitchenette next to that. "My mother owns the place", she announced. "she bought the place so I would have somewhere to live while I study".  And it was something to brag about, as anyone who has ever lived in Paris knows. It was clean, close to the centre, with a high ceiling and a big old picture window over looking the street 6 floors below. Across the street was an intersection and two large similar old style Parisian apartment buildings.

 Her bed was in front of the window with the sun streaming in, and after we had kissed for a while we got naked and got into it on the bed. Eventually it was clear that nothing would do except doggy style right in front of the window. As I realised that the curtain was wide open, and that I was deep in her gorgeous, pink, ginger pube lined pussy, right in the centre of the window frame with the sun streaming in, I became self-conscious. I looked out at the all the windows across the way, and down the length of the street opposite, and for a moment I felt my rigidity slacken. I turned back to her, looked at the supple form of her ivory back, the soft curves of her hips and waist, and felt the pressure of her sex around my member; the pink and creme of arse and pussy, and the wisps of ginger pubic hair; her soft moaning and her subtle motion; and I knew there was no stopping for any reason. And if someone was looking out of their window across the street that day they would have had quite a show. I suspect it would not have been the first, and was not the last time that window provided such a spectacle.

Balcony BJ

It was a meeting arrange through a dating app. She was a chubby girl, very sexy, and a little bit edgy. Her story came out quickly; she was in an open relationship she said, but it didn't take much reflection to see that she was fucking her boss. There was a vengeful quality to her pursuit of lovers. Nonchalantly she described her ideology, the ideology that justified her choices, "I am polyamorous, I am in a relationship with Mr X and we are both free to sleep with whomever we want".  I was a little bit smitten, and flattered by the attention of a younger woman, so I didn't overanalyse.  Her pale skin, her subtle perfume, the floral dress, her full red lips, what could I do but smile and follow? We drank cidre by the canal st. Martin, and we walked and talked towards her apartment. We wandered out onto the balcony and there below us was the city of Paris. Before I could blink she was on her knees, had ripped my pants down and was sucking me off. I had a drink in my hand, the city before me, and that sensual red mouth around my member.  The sex was good, but was perhaps a formality for her. She had agreed to share her lover, and was not going to fail to reciprocate each of his 'betrayals' with exploits of her own. 

She cooked a fine breakfast, and we enjoyed each other's company on that bellevue balcony, looking across at montmartre to the north, and la tour eiffel across to the west. We never saw each other again in a city big enough to loose yourself.

Spank

I wasn’t at that place ever as a paying guest. I had made contact with a beautiful girl who worked there, and she had invited me to curate some artwork on the walls. It was midday and we were standing in one of the orgy rooms, surrounded by big vinyl sofas, and discussing the artwork on the walls. As we’d walked up the stairs earlier I’d noticed some naked people disappearing into the ‘dungeon’, a room I never dealt with; too much flicking going on in there to make me want to deal with those walls. Our conversation had turned to nudity, and to body positivity. She had been a nude model at the national gallery (I’m not saying which nation), standing for long periods in public galleries during performance art pieces, and she had some interesting things to say about being comfortable in your own skin. I focused on her face, we got along very well, ignoring the hardcore pornography playing on the monitors. Gradually I became aware of the sound of slapping coming from across the hall. It was the sound of a soft paddle across a woman’s naked arse, and after a while the sound came to be accompanied by little explanations from the woman. She was loving it, as it continued she became more and more aroused, and more and more vocal. I felt my own pulse quicken a little. I don’t know if my colleague noticed my trousers bulge a little.  As I was determined to keep things on a professional level I simply continued our conversation. I left the place that day probably more aroused than on any other visit. And I had seen many beautiful naked bodies on my visits, and been flirted with a lot. But the sound of that woman’s pleasure on that day was something extraordinary.

Slim
She was about 5’7” , from eastern Europe, with long straight dark hair. She seemed too skinny, a little, when we met. When she took off her clothes I was taken aback by the perfect round tits, and her shapely little arse. Her skin was pale and her hair dark; and such a nice full bush. It didn’t take long to discover that she loved it in the rectum. I had never encountered a woman so into anal sex, and haven’t since. On her lower back was tattooed a circle, just a circle. I knew that tattoo intimately. She enjoyed vaginal penetration too, don’t get me wrong, but would always want to finish with a long session of anal sex. I got the feeling that she enjoyed cum in her arse, the warm gush at the finale, but boy oh boy did that woman like a good rodgering.  It’s almost obscene to recollect the amount of time I sent with my hard cock in that perfect bum.

 Things got complicated, we drifted apart, I saw her once or twice in the street and was just as taken with how beautiful I found her. 

Eating arse.
She was lying naked across the bed with the half light of a reading lamp. She was on her stomach, and her soft round arse seemed almost to have it’s own light. I wandered over, knelt by the bed, leant over and kissed her warm bum. She made a little noise, enough to let me know that she liked that. I kissed her again on her arse cheeks, and again, and again. Then I began to gently lick her crack, lightly, with the tip of my tongue. She moaned. I continued to lap, and kiss, and even gently to bite her arse cheeks. Before long I was probing more deeply with my tongue, lapping at her arse crack and moving across and down so that I was now behind her, between her legs, licking from her crutch, by her pussy, all the way up to the top of her bum. Then I began to push my face in, searching with my tongue for her anus. I spread her cheeks and proceeded to eat out her arsehole, she writhed, arched her back and really began to moan. I licked her crack, pushed with the tip of my tongue on her anus, ran the tip over the sensitive skin around her anus, I licked her arsehole like it was the tastiest thing I’d ever sucked on. After, she sucked me off, eagerly swallowing every drop. She was very pleased with me.