All of a sudden, I spotted that girl again(or should I say she spotted me?) and she came to me and asked me why I’m still alone? I told her that my ...riend hadn’t shown up yet and that I’m still waiting for her. She didn’t seem surprised and asked me if I want her to give me some company and suggested to “go to your place”. If I hadn’t been suspicious already, this would have been the point where the alarm bells should have started ringing. I was still thinking hard how to weasle out of this. Many a night I fell asleep dreaming of such intimate and sensual encounters with her. Every morning I woke up from such dreams was torture. A constant reminder of my unending and never to be fulfilled desire.It was my life goal to run my hands through her sensuous locks. To look her lovingly in her blue eyes. To smell her wonderful fragrances. To rub her back and make her feel like no other could. Oh mother, why must you tempt me so? If only, if only, I could just get my hands upon you. To feel. She loved being on top. The freedom of movement and the ability to stimulate her own clitoris was a sure fire way to orgasm. She felt hungry and savage. She rode him quick and hard. All the while he touched her breasts, licked her fingers, and occasionally pulled her hair. All she could do was give into her body and continue with the pattern she had set for herself. She moaned and felt herself begin to tighten. She felt a knot start in her lower abdomen and she moved a little more slowly. In. She was wearing stockings and a garter belt with the hose tops dark and smoky against her milky white thighs that were jiggling with the action of her fingers in her pussy. Her long dark hair hung across her shoulders, and like her thighs, was moving in rhythm to her masturbation. The scent of lilacs filled the air as did the sound of her fingers squishing in and out of her sopping wet pussy.Her lace panties, which no doubt matched her bra, was pulled aside revealing her dark pubic hair as.