1. The girl in the window, a tale of an Amsterdam night


    Date: 10/12/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: twistedtraveltales, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    too if you want. Think about how amazing this makes me feel, think about how great it was when it was touching you.’ I did and I could, the feelings sweeping through me became even stronger and intense with the practiced use of my own hands. I knew exactly what it was that I needed to do. I kept up my jerking motion and she eventually started to work the vibrator inside of her. As her pussy wettened again and she took her left breast on her hand and started to tease her nipple, I copied My Girl and did the same to me. I was lost between the depths of her shining eyes and the wonders of her pussy. She bit her bottom lip, and my pulse quickened whilst my breath began to shake once more. As I came nearer to finishing my task, with the unseemliness of the whole affair now gone and with only me and My Girl all that mattered in the universe I came like an all-star winner at a sporting event. I roared with my victory and my crowd of one cheered me on too. Short of breath and locked in an embrace of legs, My Girl held me there as I watched from between her feet as she too came under the power of her favourite purple play-toy. ‘WOW,’ was all I could say for a moment or two.’ ‘Yes, that was nice yah?’ she purred back. ‘Wow. Have I got enough time for a fag?’ ‘You still have a few minutes, now get dressed and clean up.’ She took to washing the vibrator in soapy water using a soap bottle that had an antibacterial label on it. I lit a smoke, and offered one to My Girl, who turned it down. ...
    ‘They’re very bad for you, you shouldn’t smoke, or do those drugs you are on. You’re a really nice guy, and hey best one tonight, so you shouldn’t do them, they’ll fry your brain.’ We were still in fairy tale mode and she hadn’t said it like a lecturer, but as like someone who actually cared. But hey, she was a hooker in Amsterdam, so who the fuck was she to lecture right? But it was no time to ruin the moment. So I smiled a warm smile back at her and explained that I’d worked six, sometimes seven days a week to save up for this experience. I asked My Girl about herself. She was working her way through university and this was the only way to pay. So who was worse off here? We were both victims of humanity’s greatest desire. The want of more from life… It had been great and she agreed on that. ‘The best so far tonight!’ The phone rang again and I took my cue. She answered it, and then took my hand. With a kiss on the cheek, My Girl led me down the stairs and pulled the curtain on the glass door to let me out. As I stepped out into the fresh air of the night I didn’t look back. A crowd of young guys, yelled and clambered their way over to me. ‘So what was she like bruv? Good fuck?!!’ I wanted to respect her more than that, but hey, My Girl was trying to pay her way through uni’, ‘High five mother fuckers! She is awesome!!’ and silently wished her luck. The fulla looked over to his mates, ‘Wait there boys, I’m first, you all can queue up.’ And with what felt like it should have ...
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