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At Night

The air in the city that summer night held just a hint of moisture; enough to cool the day’s heat but not so much that the warmth had disappeared. There was little traffic in the streets and the loudest sound was the clack of your heels on the sidewalk as we walked arm in arm.

The excitement of the day had kept us up well into the night. The hotel lobby had been deserted but for a sleepy night clerk and we wandered between dark and quiet buildings with no particular destination in mind.

We’d spent the hours of the day making love and getting to know each other, finally, finally in person. Dinner in the hotel restaurant had been followed by more talking, and more kissing, and more cuddling on the king size bed with its sheets tangled and pillows askew.

The wetness of our lovemaking had dried on those sheets by the time I became restless and asked if you’d like to go for a walk with me. Your answer was a smile as you pulled on a pair of tight jeans over the sexy lingerie that you knew I loved. You slipped on those fabulous, spiked heels that brought your head almost level with me, a very kissable height.

With your arm through mine we navigated the old part of the city, more often silent than not, just enjoying the closeness and the shared secret of our affair. We pointed out the beautiful architecture of this place and that to each other, and admired the old city trees and the flower boxes and small lawns here and there, so lovingly tendered by residents and owners.

On a whim, I pivoted and swung you around to investigate a narrow back street. We headed down a slope to walk between the fences and parking spaces and trash cans that nestled behind these old brick houses, the darkness pierced here and there by security lights and the occasional lamps inside the homes of some other sleepless citizen.

I loved the city; this one not so very different from the one I’d spent a happy childhood in. The fact that you could share that love with me made me feel even closer to you, and I couldn’t resist stopping and taking you in my arms.

As my lips fell on yours, your arms snaked around my back and held me close. Wanting my body to press even closer against you, I moved you a step or two until you were pressed with your back against a tall fence.

With one hand on the back of your neck and the other on your cheek I moved your head so that my tongue could find its way between your lips and dance with yours. I pressed harder against the warmth of your body and you began erzurum escort to moan into my mouth.

My hands trailed down your back and I cupped your cheeks, caressing and squeezing and pulling you even tighter against me so you could feel the hardness between my legs, the hardness you so easily caused; the hardness you so wanted to possess in every way.

In turn I could feel how aroused you were, the extra package you kept hidden in your so-sexy panties, the one I found so much more appealing than any beautiful cisgender woman I’d ever known. Your own hardness spoke to me in a way that no female ever could.

Your hand left my back and snaked between us, pushing us just far enough away so that it could find its target. As your moans increased and your chest heaved to find breath, your hand stroked up and down on me and cupped me. Your hunger for me was so arousing and I found myself growing even more erect.

Your other hand had left my back and moved up to the back of my head, pressing our lips together even harder, but now both hands had left off and moved to the top of my pants. The button there came undone as if by magic and in the quiet of the city night the sound of my zipper coming down seemed amplified.

Still holding your mouth against mine you shoved my pants down enough to gain access and I felt my manhood spring out into the air that suddenly seemed cool against the heat of our bodies.

Your left hand moved to the back of my head and you pulled my mouth hard against yours as your right hand wrapped around my hardness. I gasped as you began to stroke me. Your fingertips teased and circled the crown and then caressed the hot spot you already knew was so very sensitive.

Your moans stopped and were replaced by mine as you bent towards your purpose. Your hands alternately teased me and stroked up and down the length of my shaft. The intensity of your kisses and of the movements of your hand mingled with the night air and the darkness and the smells of the city.

The eroticism of being so exposed in public, of your hunger for me, of being on display should anyone happen to wander by, made me even harder and I knew you could feel it as your passion fed mine and my pleasure inflamed you.

You reached up and with a firm grip you reversed us, shoving my back against the wall, the certainty of what you wanted giving you the strength to move me any way you wanted. You stood back for just a moment and I felt your eyes descend to focus on my esat escort hardness as if it was the prey you hunted and had finally cornered.

You fell to your knees between my legs and there you were, tight jeans, spiked heels, a look of lust in your eyes as you looked up at me and smiled, with your target now about to become yours to own; my manhood and my masculinity now helpless to deny you your desires.

More than helpless, I’d have to say, because now my arousal had become a need only you could satisfy. There was heat between my legs. There was a conqueror about to become conquered. There was steel about to melt in the cauldron of your desire. There was seed that demanded to be let loose in a final convulsion of release.

You grasped me around the base of my shaft with one hand and cupped what hung below with the other. Your mouth descended on me. My breath escaped me as I felt the wetness, and the warmth, and somehow the coolness as well. You embraced me with your mouth and your lips slid down my length while your tongue explored, seemingly eager to trace every contour of my hardness.

The exquisite pleasure I felt as you fired every nerve ending over and over again caused my eyes to close and my hands found your head; not so much to guide it, because you already knew exactly how to pleasure me, but just to hold the only part of your body I could reach.

There, in the darkness, in an alley, on your knees, your head moved up and down as you sucked my masculinity into yourself, and moved back to lick and kiss it, and moved again to take me deeply inside, only to move back and tease me with your lips and tongue again.

My hardness and my strength seemed to complete your femininity and your softness as you took me inside you, over and over again, and it was, to me, not so much an act of love or an act of sexual desire, but of worship. I would be glad to be your god and your humble servant if only you would offer me this gift again and again.

The susurrus of tires on asphalt gradually pierced my awareness and I opened my eyes to see a car slowly approaching down the alley street. I’m sure you must have heard it as well but you didn’t stop. You didn’t hesitate for the slightest moment as the noise grew louder and then stopped as the car pulled even with our position.

I certainly did not want you to stop as you drew me closer and closer to the edge, and I thought I could make out the driver’s face in the darkness as he comprehended what he was seeing. esenler escort A moment passed as he lingered with his motor running and then I thought I saw a smile on his face. He turned away and pushed the car to keep moving.

The only reason I thought you might have even been aware of this interruption was that as the sound of the car died away you seemed to redouble your efforts to bring me to completion.

Now your mouth moved up and down on me rhythmically, your tongue lashing from side to side as you sensed that I was getting close. The heat and the molten liquid of pleasure started to rise even higher inside my sex. You worked me like a sculptor intent on bringing shape and meaning out of mute rock.

As the intensity of timeless pleasure rose even higher my hands tightened on your head and held you still. My need overtook me and I began pistoning in and out of your mouth, moving faster or slower as my body demanded. I pushed deep against your throat or pulled out just enough so that your tongue could wash over my most sensitive parts.

I felt myself approaching the edge. Oh, I wanted it to last even longer but I needed to release. I felt the primal urge to shoot, to spurt, to erupt and pump my seed out into the world, and I knew you could feel me grow even harder between your lips.

You knew how close I was and you reached out to hold my hips still. Then you then grasped my sex and danced your tongue on my hot spot with your mouth open, waiting for the reward you deserved and needed.

My moans and gasps filled the air as I felt myself simultaneously rising and falling; felt myself about to explode, felt my seed boiling deep within me, felt the fuse igniting and burning towards the gunpowder in the cannon.

My sex started to pulse between your lips and I erupted. I fired. I shot myself into you and gave you the taste of my seed. I heard you moan as my teeth clenched and my fists closed. I pulsed again and again between your lips.

You held me there as the after-quakes subsided and you licked me clean. I softened inside you as kept me in your mouth until I could stand it no longer and tugged on you to stand up.

In one smooth motion you pulled my pants back up as you rose from the sidewalk. You smiled at me as I closed them. There was such a light in your eyes as your smile broadened. You knew you had conquered me. You had given me the gift you loved to give because I had conquered you.

You had submitted to my masculinity as you gave me all your softness and heat. You completed me with your curves and your desires and your needs. You had pleasured me as you were driven to, by my love and my attention, and I knew you basked in the glow I still felt coursing through me.

You took my arm and without a word we continued on our way.

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