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Sex Under the Stairs: Great start to the new year!
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Sex Under the Stairs: Great start to the new year! Hey people... please... if you read this, leave a comment. kthanks Just one bottle of champagne, and of course, no panties... I don't remember exactly why we went down the escalator that led from the busy tourist spot to the carpark at 1:00am on January first. But being the resourceful (and horny) man that I am... "Wait a minute... I saw something," I told her, as we were going back up the escalator after seeing nothing else interesting down there. I led her back down again to the Schroff area. "What?" she asked, as we loitered there, pretending to look at advertisements on the walls. Shit. People kept coming down, or coming in from the carpark and going up, and I didn't want anyone to see where we were about to go. Finally, a break. I grabbed her hand, and pulled her around the edge of the escalator. It was a perfectly secluded spot. No security cameras. Very unlikely anyone else would go down there. There were no barriers or signs telling people that entry was restricted. Anyone curious might have ducked under to see what was there just like we had. I pulled the dress down and exposed her always gorgeous braless breasts, immediately taking a nipple between my lips. "Here?" she asked. "Why not?" I replied. A wicked smile appeared on her lips. She always liked ideas like this. I reached under her dress and felt that she was wet already... of course no panties -- never any panties -- and taking off her coat (it was cold as fuck that night) just a light stretchy leopard print dress pulled over her perfect naked body. Shit, I was horny as fuck, and wasn't really interested in drawing this out... foreplay would have to wait for a more formal time. I pulled the dress up over her hips to expose her lovely shaved pussy (we pluck out the hair by hand, actually), then I pulled out the camera, and she instinctively posed as I snapped too few photos for the sake of posterity and horny blog readers.  All the while, people were passing overhead, and we could hear their conversations. The biggest risk perhaps was that the flash from the camera might draw someone's attention to the fact that something was going on under the escalator. Perhaps a few hundred people passed as I bent down to put my lips on her soft vagina and my tongue as far as it would go between. Not much time for that. I turned her around and she reached up to lean on the back of the escalator over our heads, while people were all the while going up and down, up and down, standing on the opposite side of the same surface. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled out my impatient dick and balls. I could have been a carpenter. I entered her from behind as she stood there, and she moaned appreciatively. As usual in a public situation, it wasn't so long before I felt the dam bursting. She had a huge, dirty smile on her face as I slid in and out of her wet, wet pussy. I slowed down to allow myself to reach a trancelike state, then, not having a condom, slid out, not wanting to come until I could do it properly later (after making sure she came first). I didn't come, but a few drops glistened and dribbled out of my still fully exposed cock as I relaxed, grinning like a New Year's baby. It felt like slow motion as we readjusted our clothes and covered up our respective body parts. She put her coat on, and we paused, waiting for a quiet period where it seemed like no one was on the escalator. Walking out innocently from behind the escalator, we turned around and saw a quiet family of four coming down as we started up. The little girl wouldn't have thought anything, but I'm sure the dad, mom and aunt must have wondered why a revealingly dressed couple were sneaking around dark places on New Year's morning. "Thank you," came her usual response, ignoring the fact that I enjoyed it every much as bit as she did. 2008 was a great year for us, indeed. 2009 will be even better, if this was any indication. And I know it was. |
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