1. Tourist Girl


    Date: 10/1/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Author: dark_whisper, Rating: 50, Source: xHamster

    on the arm. She does not mind. Good. As we start talking, I continue touching her very lightly in safe places like arms and shoulders, getting her comfortable about me touching her. We exit the subway and take the bus. The bus takes us a goodly way away from her hotel, but she does not know that. I am set on her scent, and I am herding her farther and farther from familiar ground. I give her my hand when she is about to exit the bus. She takes it; her hand is small and soft in mine. "What's your name, by the way?" - I ask. "Christine," - she answers. "A very pretty name for a very pretty woman," - I say as I take her by the arm, - "would you like to have a cup of coffee, Christine?" It would be rude to refuse at this point, and she accepts. We walk into a cafe, where I order her coffee and a piece of cheesecake, without asking whether she wants any. She accepts it. Another gain for the hunter, another loss for the prey. She let me pay for her, and now she'll feel that she owes me something, nice polite girl that she is. I stare right at her, as she is eating her cheesecake. I am staring hard, as if she is taking her clothes off instead of just eating. I can see Christine's both embarrassed and excited by my attention. As we walk out of the cafe, I am holding her arm and she keeps glancing up at me and touching her hair. "Where are we going now?" - she asks. "You know what, Christine?" - I say, - "I live just around the corner. Let's come up and see if my roommate is at home. ...
    If he is, I'll borrow his car and give you a ride back to the hotel, how about that?" She stops for a moment, breathing rather deeply and realizing that she has been hunted all this time, and now her hunter is ready to bag her. This is the last moment when she can escape - but that would mean being left alone in the middle of an unfamiliar city. "I guess we can," - she says, unsure of whether this is wise. I put my arm around her shoulders and walk around the corner with her, feeling her start to tremble. i am silent during the elevator ride, I am just staring at her, eyeing her up and down, undressing her with my eyes. She is breathing deeply, not meeting my eyes, both turned on and scared. I can see her nipples harden and stand out even under her bra. "Take off your shoes," - I tell her when we come up to the apartment. She obeys, taking off her sandals and standing barefoot on the carpet. "Come," - i say, taking her by the hand and leading her to the living room. When in the room, I take off her jacket and toss it onto the chair. She looks up at me as I stroke her cheek with my fingertips, trailing them along the jaw line, down the side of her neck, resting my hand on the back of her head. She parts her lips, knowing that this is inevitable. I grab the back of her gorgeous hair, pull her head back, as my other hand cups her breast, brushing against her hard nipple. She cries out in surprise, her hands flying up, trying to push me away, but I bear on her with all my weight, ...
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