This kiss isn't like the others, it's soft, sensual and languid, stopping only when the taxi comes to a halt outside her bed-sit.
'Eight fifty mate,' asks the driver.
'Keep the change,' I say as I give him a ten pound note and climb out if the taxi before he has a chance to reply. I replace the wallet in my pocket as the taxi's pulls away. I watch it disappear round the corner before turning to find my lover.
She climbs the two steps to her font door and fumbles in her bag for her keys. I look down at her arse below me, it's big and inviting. I wrap my arms around her waist, pressing my warm body against hers. It's hot and pliant, responding to my touch by pushing herself back against me.
My lips find her neck, she leans her head away from me, presenting me with yet more inches of her exquisite flesh. I bite into her, my teeth finding her flesh yielding beneath them. Too soft to be truly painful, she whimpers in response. My left hand squeezes her breast whilst my right snakes round her back and down to the hem of her skirt. She doesn't protest as I slowly lift it up over the tops of her stockings, exposing her lace covered buttocks, a sight of almost indescribably luscious. I want her again, I need her again. My whole body demands that I take her. I know I need only wait seconds, but I can't. I've waited during the taxi journey, sating her passions whilst causing mine to rise unchecked. Now it's my turn. I've waited too long. I feel like a starving man who has come across a sumptuous banquet. I need more than my fill to sate my hunger, and this bitch is just to fucking horny to ignore. The street is deserted deathly quiet, as still as a graveyard. I rub my crotch against her warm supple derriere. The elevation of the step and her heels is too perfect. I pull at my fly, my fingers impatiently struggling with the buttons that constrain my stiff cock. My lips work their way up her neck whilst my spare hand slips under her blouse and into her bra, allowing me to grope it shamelessly as the pale orb flops out into the moonlight.
'Wait,' she murmurs as her hand continues it's seemingly endless quest for her keys.
'No,' I reply quickly as I manage to pull my dick from trousers. The cool breeze strokes its hard tip before I push it against her, letting it seek solace in the warm embrace of buttocks, allowing it to rest in the valley between her cheeks.
'Someone will see us,' she whispers nervously although her words are betrayed the hint of excitement and by the way her arse rubs my dick, a sign that her body at least is impatient as mine.
'Let them,' I whisper in between the kisses that linger on the side of the face.
My arm pulls her body even tighter to me, whilst my fingers pull her panties to the side. They're soaking wet, needing to be peeled away from the pussy that has turned me into this insatiable beast who cares for nothing but his needs.
'Someone will see us,' she repeats, louder this time, in a voice breathless and desperate.
'I want them to,' I lick her face as my fingers plunge into her tight cunt. I rub her clit and squeeze her nipple. 'I want them to see how fucking horny you are.'
She turns her head and offers me a smile that's delirious and sinful.
'And just how fucking horny is that?' it's a question that's barely audible, accompanied by a look that demands more than an answer.
'So fucking horny I can't wait another second,' I pull my fingers from her pussy, and use them to take hold of my throbbing erection. Her smile remains in place as she spreads her legs and uses her hands to brace herself against the frame of the still locked door.
Wordlessly I slam my big, hard cock into her, stabbing it upwards in one hard thrust. Her pussy accepts it hungrily, pulling it into her tight, slippery hole. It's soft and velvety, and now wonderfully familiar.
She watches me silently over her shoulder, her eyes widen as my thrust forces my swollen member into the vice lie grip of her womb. The definition of sex and sin, her eyes dance with lust. Years I've known her and yet in one night, a goddess arises. So addictive, so moorish, I want her and I have her. I fuck her as she balances on her heels. I fuck her as she maintains her whore-like pose. For a virgin she was born to fuck, to seduce, to tempt and to ruin. She watches me, willing me on, begging me with her eyes, faster, deeper, harder. I can do nought but oblige. I'm pounding her pussy, mad with lust and passion. If she says no it will be rape. It must be rape. But she says nothing. She pants and smiles and fucks me back. The perfect slut, the sexiest bitch, the beautiful whore. More addictive than heroin, so much so that I think nothing of fucking her in the street, knowing we could be seen, wishing we were. For what could they see but two beautiful people doing what they wished they were doing. For there is not a man alive who would not kill for this cunt's embrace and not a women who wouldn't whore herself for this cock. Let them fucking see us.
For all the wondrous sights her voluptuous body affords us is it her eyes that I watch. Later I will imagine her unfettered breasts bouncing freely in the orange glow of the streetlight, and I will dream of watching my cock disappearing under succulent arse, still visible beneath the sheer panties that chaff against my erection. But it is her eyes that enchant me, burning with passion, wanton and sensual. My friend and yet so much more, lady of the north, flower of Scotland, a goddess and a slut, pure and dirty, for I have known the yang and now I fuck the yin. Holding her close, sweating and writhing, pushing her against the door with each thrust.
Her eyes demanding, commanding, wanting receiving. My mind thinks of nothing but her and her sin. She cums, her body tenses, her panting stops. Shaking and moaning, balls slapping, clit rubbing, cock thrusting, she's cuming. Legs shake, pussy tightens, a quiet moan suppressed with my hand that's rapidly replaced by my roving tongue. We watch each other as we kiss, as we fuck, as we cum. Tremulous and ecstatic, exploding within me as I explode with in her womb, my spunk spraying within her, making her eyes burn even brighter as the euphoria hits her. It echoes within me, peaking, fucking, this bitch, this beautiful wonderful bitch. Sweating and cuming and panting and breathing. One last thrust and it passes, one deeper and harder than before, forcing it in so hard and deeper pain flickers on her face, a pain that she craves.
Seconds later I pull my aching cock from her aching pussy and release my grip on her still trembling body. Without my support she collapses against the door with a muffled thud that's immediately replaced by the sound of a cars engine approaching. Lights turn towards us as I shove my cock back into my jeans.
I turn to see Jane still leaning against the door, panting. Her breasts hang free above her bra but are hidden from view by her body. Her skirt falls back over her arse, covering her sumptuous arse although failing to hide her stocking tops. We stand almost motionless as the car passes, slowing down it's lights banish the dark from around us. She turns her head to face me, looking tired and wonderful, satisfied and yet hungry, shining in the light that illuminates her in all her sinful, wanton glory.
I turn to see the car as it slows next to us, my throat tightens as I see the blue and white livery of a police vehicle. My eyes flick back to my exhausted lover as she struggles with the buttons of her blouse, desperately covering her modesty as she seeks to cover up our crimes. The car pulls to a halt beside us, the window descends slowly.
'Everything alright?' asks the young looking policeman as he flashes a barely concealed leer towards my lover.
She turns to face him, looking resplendent in the orange glare. Her breasts are no longer on show, although her cleavage hugs the borders if indecency. Her skirt sits too high, the grey nylon if her stockings glistens with residue of my sperm on her thighs.
'Aye,' she replies with a wry smile. 'never better.'
The policeman flashes her a lustful grin before the car rolls forward again. Seconds later we are alone again.
She turns to me and smiles, the same smug, triumphant grin that's led to my downfall.
'I take it you want to come in for coffee,' she asks needlessly.
No response is needed as she opens the door and disappears inside.
To be continued...