Nice and showered, the sweet scents of shampoo and powder, my wet hair in liitle ringlets on my shoulder. I step into my room to get ready for work - my first job after graduating high school - and thoughts of meetings and the presentation that is due by Friday. Pull on my panties, silk along my long slender legs, slide a dress over my head.....
When......
a hand at my back is pressing me against the window while the dress is still up over my head making me stand there. I can feel the dress lifting and I let your hands fall to my side, being held hard against the glass.
Now, if people look they can see me in panties and nothing else.
What the hell??
All I have on are panties, pink cotton, a little V at the front, and then this voice asking me to bend over a chair telling me to pull the back of my panties down my thigh and 'let me look at you, at that shining pussy, at your hole.'
"Spread your legs," just these whispers, and then I can feel a nose tickling up between my legs. I can just feel his warm breath, and then - mmmmm - the flat of his tongue lapping me, front to back, can feel little puffs of his breath repeatedly blowing on me.
I hear, "I love you on my breath," lapping until I am quivering, pulsing. Can feel My little cunny clench, my thighs tighten.
His voice, "You told me that just the right breeze can make your day,"
"Mmmmmm." Blowing on me once more. The coolness tingles up my spine.
"You know, I wonder what it is like to feel something that would be in me pulsing and not just all around me quivering," these whispers behind me. His breath touching me, and he is fingering me now as these whispers, words wash over me. I can't keep from squirming.....
"Hold still!!"
This finger pushing into my ass, "Ohhhhhhh" an involuntary growl and I drop my head down into the chair, am biting my lips I can't keep from moaning out, feeling how I tug at his finger as he presses deep up inside, then out again. Until I am wet there too.
"Mmmmmm," god he has me bent over so far, open so wide.
"I can see that pink pearl between your legs," he says and I can just about feel it growing hard, itching, wanting attention.
"Maybe I will lick you there - if you are good." Fuuck.... I can't can't stand it any more. I am panting, cannot catch my breath.
A large hand is lifting me up now and pressing me into the glass again, "Open your legs," and I slide them wide, hold myself open, can feel a cock pushing up inside at the same time.
Pressing myself against the glass now, how did we get here? I'm looking out the window, is anyone seeing me, watching me; my breasts touching the smooth glass, hands flat. Sun is setting and the lights all on in the house, windows open they can hear my moans too as he fucks me from behind, as my whole body lifts from the floor with each thrust.
My breasts pressed flat into the glass and my hands grasping the windows frame.
