She totters over to the fridge in the small kitchenette set into the corner of the flats living room. She takes her shoes off as she goes demonstrating considerable dexterity considering how drunk she is. I lean against the doorframe and watch her navigate the room, drinking in every inch of her figure.
Her legs stand out in the gloom, long, pale and inviting, and her short black skirt gives me a tantalizing view of almost their entire length. The skirt itself is tight and stretched around Justynas ass, as though painted on. The fabric clings to her firm cheeks forming a perfect apple shaped bum when she bends over. As she straitens up she peers over her shoulder, catching me staring, and grins. I look her in the eye and do my best not to redden and grin back, trying to appear suave and debonair. She opens the fridge and is illuminated by the light coming from within; I get a spectacular view of her in profile. Her simple cream sleeveless blouse flows over her upper body, accentuating her chest. As it's buttoned up to her neck it reveals nothing of her cleavage, but the fabric clinging to the bulge of her breasts fuels my imagination.
She leans into the fridge and grabs a bottle from the freezer box. As she stands she pushes the door too with her foot, wiggles a half empty bottle of polish vodka at me and then holds her finger to her lips as though to shush me. After discarding her shoes on the sofa she heads toward a door to my right, gesturing for me to follow. I manage to resist the urge to run across the room and ravage her against the doorframe, and follow her through into her bedroom.
Inside Justyna has all her worldly possessions stacked on shelves or in cupboards and every surface is cluttered with trinkets, photos, make-up and all manor of other bits and bobs. Justyna moves straight to a small cushioned seat on the other side of her small bed and sits cross-legged, teasing me with her thighs. She pours herself a drink into a chipped and worn Royal wedding commemorative mug and sips at it while staring at me with her incredible blue eyes. My cock is straining against my trousers as though trying to pull me across the room to her but I keep my calm, determined make the most of this delicious teasing game.
"Not one for organization are you blondie," I quip trying to sound gravelly and rugged, unfortunately I just sound like I have a frog on my throat.
Justyna does not appear to have noticed and continues to watch me over the rim of her mug, staring quite blatantly at the bulge of my penis. I smile and continue my purposeful exploration of her room, moving clockwise around its edge in her direction. I peer at her photos, pause to open ornate little boxes and try very hard not to sweep items off with my protruding member.
Justyna coughs to get my attention and I see, out of the corner of my eye, her re-cross her legs and I'm gifted with the flash of white underwear. She begins to draw her shirt further up her thigh with her left hand and I lose all resistance immediately. I walk purposefully up to her chair, looking her straight in the eye as I go, and pluck the drink from her hand. Standing close in front of her I drain the mug, the ice cold bite of Vodka a welcome shock, and place it on the side table beside Justyna. As I lean over her I feel Justynas hand grasp at the bulge of my cock and smile, eager to get started.
"We mustn't wake my flat mate," Justyna purrs and she begins to undo my fly, "so we have to try and be quiet."
"I'm not sure I can make that promise," I reply gasping as Justyna breaches my clothes and grasps my dick in her hand.
It stiffens even more as she pulls it free, sticking out like a flagpole from my pelvis. Justynas attention is on my cock now and I focus on steadying my breathing and keeping control as she starts to slide her hand up and down its length. She glances up at me and grins wickedly before she leans in and envelops my dick with her mouth.
