Lauren is staring intently with a voyeuristically lustful look on her face."Condom?" I ask Lauren, startling her out of her near trancelike state."Sur...," she says huskily, catching her breath as she reaches for the shiny package on the nightstand. Tearing it open she skillfully holds my cock in one hand while she rolls down the protective sheath with the other. Instead of letting me go, she holds my stiff cock between her thumb and index finger and guides it into Kristina's slick opening. God!. So we went into the living room and chatted and I thought I'd let her make the first move, which didn't take long. She sat next to me on a 2 seater sofa, we were chatting and she rubbed up my leg and I was hard really quickly and she noticed as in cycling wear there is nowhere to hide when i get excited. She noticed this and said that she had never noticed anything before when I was in my cycling clothes I said I don't get hard often in them and we need to be careful in future as not to make me. She retrieved her purse and stood by the door, waiting for me to open it. I dared not utter a word. I began to realize her plan.Down onto the busy streets we went. She was walking next to me, practically hanging on me. The smell of her sex filled my nostrils. Every eye on the street was dawn to her, every head turned, most mouths agape. The first two restaurants we approached refused to seat us, one even suggesting I “take my whore someplace else!” Before I could respond to the rude waiter,. I stood next to the bed, very nervous at this point, but as hard as I had ever been before. She came over, taking her top and bra off as she walked over to reveal the tiniest tits I had ever seen in person, they were barely an A cup and for me, thats perfect! She immediately got down on her knees and started to unbutton my jeans. My cock was bulging out of my boxers and when she saw this she said 'oooo, it's big!' Now i know it's not big, and so will you if you have a look at my profile, but.