Emily is the leading lady. She played the part of a ruthless, driven politician and could have been type cast. In fact she had been type cast. I’d w...itten the part for her and her alone. She was tall, at least six inches taller than I and with short black hair and piercing blue eyes. Her nose was sharp, her tits small, her mouth a little too narrow. She was leaning against a wall, wearing jeans and a loose sweater. Her mind was as sharp as her nose. In her real life she was a lawyer. Party chick, suggested we warm up in one of the Mall's heated bus stops. These three sided glass walled shelters had heat lamps that kept warmed the frigid air just to the point of tolerable. She had no more than lite up a cigarette than we started making out. My cold hands began exploring beneath her sweater, till they found her warm soft breasts. She shuttered when I traced her nipples with an icy fingertip with shivering moans. She returned the favor by sliding a delicate hand down the front. Usko maine pet par letne ko kaha, waisehi woh let gayi. Uska perfume aur uski badan ki khushbu ne ek alag maahol bana diya tha. Aurat ki khushbu hi hai jo mujhe sabse jyada pasand aati hai.Maine thoda garam tel mere haath pe liya aur uske pair ke neeche wale portion pe lagaya. Jaisehi uske mulayam skin ko maine touch kiya mera lund mere pant se baahar aane ko machal gaya. Uski skin bahut hi soft thi, maine uske pair ko neeche se leke uske jaangh tak tel lagaya.Uski ‘aahh’ nikal rahi thi har. "It's OK, Brooke, it feels wonderful, please don't stop."Emboldened, I start stroking him harder. The head turned even darker as he leaned back again. On my own initiative, I kissed it again. The tip was less rubbery this time. Remembering all the dirty books Patty and I shared, and seeing some porno’s at another friend's house during a slumber party, I knew about a blow job, but thought the idea was pretty silly. I was smart enough to know that blow was only an expression. I guess sucking.