My hand is back under her dress, feeling her hot, wet pussy and she's fumbling with my belt and zipper. "I don't want to just fuck you. Not yet and no... here." That seems reasonable--even though we did fuck last night in the washroom--so I back off. "Pull down your pants, "she says. I do as I'm told.My cock, hard as wood, stands up in the night air. She leans over and I expect I'm about to get to feel her incredible pierced tongue on it, so I lean back and close my eyes. I wait a second and.... Her flat stomach, her full firm breasts, the mystery of that wide thick patch of pubic hair were right in front of his face, less than a foot away. She stood before him, looking down at him, her eyes locked on his. She seemed steady, calm.Billy Wagner stared shamelessly, his mouth hanging open. He had seen pictures of nude women, he'd had a couple of girls mostly undressed in the back seat of his father's car, and he'd even seen a stripper at the county fair, but he had never been this close to. Estelle took another long, sensuous drag on her cigarette and smiled - tonight would be so lovely!Estelle checked her watch and saw with pleasure that in a couple of minutes, Marcus would be arriving. She reapplied more lipstick, lit a fresh cigarette and then went to her bed. As she smoked her cigarette, she cuddled the big Teddy Bear which Marcus had bought for her and prepared herself for the evenings role play.A few minutes later, Estelle heard the door to her apartment open. She didn't. My will power fell away like autumn leaves. Her scent was intoxicating and my mind spun. A switch was flipped in an Instant as our lips met spontaneously. My pent-up desires gushed forth while my hands found a life of their own and roamed freely over her succulent body. Our passion seemed out of control.oOoWe sat in the booth, waiting for Paula and Scott to return from the dance floor. I tried to maintain a minimum respectable distance but Susan scooted closer. Paula and Scott were both.