The first time I saw her, she walked into my workplace on a hot summer evening. She had a wicked air about her. She was there to drop off her friend Michelle, who needed to visit her dad on some errand. The girl, Grace, wore a white miniskirt that skimmed her thighs just right, paired with a pink crop top that enunciated her petite frame. Her small tits pressed, braless, against the thin fabric, nipples faintly outlined, hard little peaks that caught my eye immediately. Her body was slim and toned, with subtle curves in all the right places.
Michelle wandered off to chat with her dad in the back office, leaving Grace and I to our devices. We sat against the desk, talking about the weather, the town, nothing deep but enough to spark a connection. Her playful laugh enhanced her eyes, smoldering with flirty intent. When it was time to go, she turned to go, then paused.
“Hey, I should leave you my number,” she said, flashing me a grin. “In case you want to hang out sometime.”
She headed to her car, and I watched, unable to help it. As she bent over the passenger seat to rummage for a pen and paper, her miniskirt rode up her thighs. She bent further, the miniskirt no longer covering her white thong, its thin strap disappearing between the cheeks of her small, firm ass. Each globe was perfectly rounded, just a handful’s worth, taut and inviting. The white fabric was just sheer enough to reveal the folds of her lips. My cock twitched in my pants, heat flooding me as I imagined peeling that fabric aside and nestling my face there. She straightened up with a scrap of paper, scribbled her digits, and handed it over with a wink before driving off with Michelle.
A couple of days later, my doorbell rang, and there she was at my apartment door, ready for our planned outing. But damn, the way she dressed took my breath. A cropped shirt bared her flat belly, the hem teasing the dip of her navel, and yoga pants sat like skin, leaving little to the imagination, the waistband rolled down to expose more of her hips. Her small frame looked even more delicate up close, petite, almost fragile, but with confidence in her stance. I couldn’t stop staring at her ass as she turned slightly to set her bag down; each cheek was compact, perky, begging to be grabbed, squeezed, spread, and smacked.
I wanted to scoop her up right then, flip her upside down, and devour her just like an ice cream cone melting in the sun, licking every drop, treasuring the sweetness until she dripped for me. But I played it cool.
“So, what should we do tonight?” I asked, stepping aside to let her in.
She shrugged, her relaxed smile beaming as she kicked off her shoes. “I have no plans. We could stay in if you like,” she responded with subtle flirtiness, an invitation wrapped in casualness.
We sat on the couch with drinks, making small talk about movies, music, and the little annoyances of daily life. But the conversation changed quickly, charged with sexual tension. Our knees brushed as we sat closer, and soon my hand went to her thigh, fingers drawing light circles on her inner thigh. She didn’t pull away; instead, she leaned in, putting her hand on my arm, petting, turning exploratory, curious. The flow was natural, like gravity pulling us together.
I looked at her, and I closed the gap, lips meeting hers in a soft, tentative kiss. It started slow, just a press of mouths, breathing each other in. Her lips were plush, tasting of alcohol and her lip balm. I cupped her face gently, thumb stroking her cheek as the kiss lingered, deepening inch by inch. Her tongue slipped out to greet mine, and I responded, taking her in a full kiss, growing hotter and more impatient.
Things became lustful quickly from there. My hand slid up her thigh, squeezing the firm muscle there, while hers roamed my chest, fingers raking my shirt. Necking followed, my mouth trailing from her lips to her jaw, then down her neck. I kissed along her jaw, down to her neck, sucking lightly on the pulse point there, feeling it flutter under my lips. I sucked lightly on the soft skin below her ear, feeling her heart pulse under my tongue. She leaned back, a quiet gasp escaping as her hands found me, pulling me closer. Her scent, clean with a hint of vanilla and coconut, drove me wild, but I kept it under control, building the heat without rushing.
My fingers hooked under the hem of her crop top, lifting it slowly, exposing more of her belly. She raised her arms, letting me peel it off, revealing her small tits. They were perfect, pert and round, nipples already stiffening in the cool air. I leaned in, kissing the valley between them before taking one nipple into my mouth. My tongue teased it gently at first, before sucking with soft pulls that made her arch into me. Her skin felt warm, tasting salty-sweet, and I lavished attention on each breast, alternating licks and nips while my hand kneaded the other. She gasped, her hands grabbing in my hair. My other hand kneaded her ass through the yoga pants, the fabric stretched tight over those perfect handfuls, and I pulled her onto my lap, her thighs straddling mine.
She rocked against me instinctively, feeling my cock hardening against her, and the friction made us both groan. She moaned softly, her body shifting restlessly, and that sound brought forth something only desire could define. The desire turned fervent; I pushed her back against the couch cushions, mouth hungry now as I sucked harder on her nipple, teeth grazing just enough to elicit a gasp. My hands roamed lower, gripping the rolled-down waistband of her yoga pants and tugging them down her hips. She lifted to help, kicking them off along with her thong, leaving her completely bare. Her pussy was shaved smooth, lips already glistening, her pussy dripping with arousal, pink and swollen.
I stripped off my shirt quickly, then knelt between her spread thighs, hands sliding up her legs to part them wider. Starting slow, I kissed her inner thigh, lips kissing the sensitive skin in feather-light pecks, inching toward her lips. Her breath came quicker, hips moving in anticipation. When I finally reached her, I pressed a gentle kiss to her mound, inhaling her scent; intoxicating, feminine. My tongue darted out, tracing a slow, deliberate line along her slit, from entrance to clit, enjoying the tangy wetness coating her. She whimpered, fingers locking in my hair as I licked again, broader this time, flattening my tongue to lap at her folds.
Passionate curiosity fueled me, and I explored her with unhurried strokes, circling her clit lightly, feeling it throb under my touch. One finger joined in, sliding easily into her tight heat, her walls clenching around it as I pumped slowly, continuing circles around her clit with my thumb. Her juices began to flow, dripping down my chin, and I sucked her clit between my lips, tugging gently while my finger thrust deeper, tongue flicking rapidly.
Lust built like a fever, desire fragmenting into raw need. Her moans got louder, her hips bucking to meet my mouth, and I gave in to the frenzy. I devoured her pussy with animalistic hunger, tongue thrusting inside her alongside my finger, then withdrawing to flick rapidly at her clit. I added a second finger, fucking her with firm, quick pumps that made wet sounds fill the room. My free hand held her small ass, squeezing firmly, pulling her tighter against my face as I sucked hard, growling against her moist flesh.
“Oh god, yes,” she gasped, her petite body writhing, small tits heaving with each jagged breath.
The frenzy consumed us; I licked and sucked voraciously, fingers plunging deep, hitting that spot that made her cry out. Her thighs quivered around my head, pussy spasming wildly, and then she erupted, her orgasm washed through her in waves, walls spasming around my fingers, hot cum spilling into my mouth as she screamed my name, back arching off the couch. I didn’t stop right away, I continued licking her through the aftershocks, drawing out every last quiver until she slumped, panting and spent.
Rising up, I stripped off my clothes, my cock throbbing, glad to be free. Her eyes darkened with fresh hunger as she beckoned for me, but I wanted to build it again. I pulled her up, turning her to face away, her petite ass presented like a gift. Starting slow once more, I rubbed my cock along her slit, coating it in her wetness, teasing her entrance without entering. She pushed back, impatient now, but I held her hips steady, sliding just the head in, then out, inching deeper with each pass. Passion reignited, curiosity long gone, replaced by raw lust. Finally, I thrust fully inside, burying my cock in her tight heat, and she moaned loudly, walls gripping me like a fist. I started with slow, measured strokes, pulling almost out before sinking back in, feeling every ridge of her pussy massage my shaft.
The pace quickened, hands pulling on her hips as I drove into her harder, skin slapping rhythmically. She steadied herself on the arm of the couch, ass jiggling with each impact, small tits bouncing. I reached around, fingers finding her clit again, rubbing in tight circles as I pounded deeper, balls slapping her.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I grunted, the frenzy consuming us both.
“I feel like you’re going to split me in two!” she screamed, but she met every thrust, slamming back, her cries turning wild.
Sweat coated our bodies; the room boasted the wet sounds of our bodies meeting. Her pussy fluttered, another orgasm building fast, and mine teetered, dangerously close. I continued, slamming relentlessly until she clenched hard, cumming with a demonic groan. Her pleasure pulled me over the edge. I buried deep, cock pulsing as I released hot cum; pulse after pulse, my cock pumping, overwhelming her up until it leaked down her thighs.
We collapsed, breathing ragged, but her hand already trailed back to my softening cock, eyes promising more rounds, the night promising to be one of endless desire.
