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I stood on the bridge, looking over the water, fighting the growing erection from anticipating her arrival, as well as the fantasies which had taken over my imagination the moment we agreed to meet.My senses were heightened. The cool, damp air felt like the perspiration from a lover’s breasts against my cheeks as she lay spent atop of me. My breath, fogging in the early morning, made me think of a woman’s hot breath across my ears – that intoxicating sound and feel of lust being exhaled into my core.Great emails, lustful phone conversations, shared photos, sexting, and finally a first meeting. Though it was a distance to the park entrance, I knew I would recognize her. I felt I was already connected to her sexual nature; her primal lust would display itself in her walk, the sway of her hips.I was not disappointed as she crossed the boulevard and entered the park. I couldn’t mistake the hair – wild, untamed, sexy, just like in her photos.We had discussed the possibility of not having chemistry, but from our phone conversations, I knew that wouldn’t be an issue. The connection was unmistakable – intense, raw, voracious, almost predatory. I had already undressed her countless times in the fully clothed photos she had sent, imagining the feel of her body, the luscious contour of her hip’s transition to her waist…such a magical spot for me on a woman’s body.I saw her look around expectantly, and I texted her a simple message: On the bridge. She immediately looked up and over the water, and smiled. Walking quickly, but with a nervous gait, she made her way around the park. I soaked in the way her body moved, her breasts swaying and her hips rhythmically and sensuously shifting side to side.She was self-conscious…she knew I was taking her in. I sensed we were both in a heightened state, alone in the park, ankara travesti blanketed by the fog very early on this Saturday morning. I stood on the bridge and saw her smile, and she demurely looked down and away as she crossed the grass approach to the bridge.I was past being contained. I could feel myself already dripping, flushed, erect and hot. As she approached, she put out her arms for a hug. Her hello never finished escaping her mouth as I pulled her against me and devoured her mouth with mine.There was no hesitation as she softly moaned, opened her mouth wider and found my tongue with hers, the sensuous French kiss sending a palpable jolt through both our bodies – the wetness a precursor of what lingered below the surface.The hunger was loose.She entwined her left fingers tightly in mine, and her right hand found its way to the small of my back, fingernails dragging slowly up my spine. My free hand was already under her thick brown hair, grabbing her hair firmly, feeling the warmth at the back of her neck, and pulling her mouth against mine.No words were spoken as I leaned against the bridge rail and she pushed against me, between my legs, feeling my growing hardness against her abdomen. Her eyes lit up and she smiled with primal satisfaction.I could already feel the heat between her thighs as we stood enjoying the friction – thin sheets of fabric were the only barrier holding our lust at bay. My hands slid up her cold arms, caressing her skin, taking her in.We were way beyond worrying about chemistry. An instant lasciviousness was born at first touch, a fire that exploded out of control. Hands were exploring, searching for the gaps between buttons, seeking out skin on skin.I brusquely turned her around and thrust against her from behind, my body pressed tightly against travesti ankara her hips but my lips tenderly dancing up her shoulder to her neck, finding her ears and taking a moment to nibble and taste. She arched her neck and moaned as she felt my tongue glide lightly over her skin as I traced a path beneath her hair. She turned her head back and found my mouth, while at the same time she reached behind and found my hardness in her insatiably demanding grasp.“Mmm,” she moaned coarsely. This was the first sound uttered since she arrived. Not a complete word had been spoken.“Is that what you want?” I whispered across her ear as I devoured her neck. Her eyes parted slightly and she smiled, nodded and squeezed my cock through my pants.My hands began to trace her hips up from the thighs, pausing at her waist, slowly…slowly caressing her body, never revealing my intentions. Fingers glided across her abdomen, slightly downward, down, down, and suddenly up before the target was reached. Upward still, climbing towards her breasts… She pushed her breasts outwards in anticipation as my hands roamed closer. Momentarily cupping her small but firm breasts, my hands moving outward around her soft flesh and then inward, seeking her erect nipples.I knew she was braless when she first walked up to the bridge, the telltale signs of her nipples protruded through her blouse in response to the cold air, making my mouth water in anticipation of knowing their taste, feeling their firmness in my mouth.With this memory fresh in mind, my hands glided towards her nipples. Her body reacted, anticipating much more than only the brush of my fingers across the tips of her breasts, as I teasingly roamed past her nipple up towards her neck.My hands never lingered in one place for long. I wanted to know her contours, ankara travestiler I needed to feel the differences in her skin, her softness and firmness….I wanted to map out her body with my hands and intimately record the memory and the reaction.She slid out from between me and the rail, took my hand and smiled. She led me to a thick grove of shrubs – a stone bench hidden within. This was, after all, “her park” where she agreed to meet.She sat me down and straddled me. She rested her weight in my lap, her arms around my neck, and her legs wrapped around me. The art of kissing was alive and well in the thicket, our mouths wet and hungry, tongues intertwining and exploring deep in the other’s mouth. Moans were getting louder as she rhythmically gyrated her body on mine, grinding her wetness against me.I was suddenly beside myself, and pulled down her blouse. I fed on one small, firm nipple as if I was emaciated, licking, sucking, nibbling, kneading… Her warmth in my mouth pulled my primal being closer to the surface. I felt her body arch back, her hair brushing against my face. Though the air was still cool, our body heat was noticeably rising and warming our surroundings. I needed more…much more.I stood up with her still straddling me. My hands found the roundness of her bottom, and I pulled her in tighter, our lips never parting. I turned and laid her down on the bench, neither of us concerned about the fine layer of dew coating everything. We were both already wet.I buried my mouth in her neck and drove my hand downward, pulling up her skirt, finding the flesh of her abdomen. My fingers slid down, expecting to slide her panties off. To my pleasant surprise, I found only naked flesh down to her mound.We both sighed as my fingers slid down her mound, finding her wetness and heat, gently parting her lower lips and slowly pushing my fingers in and upward. She spasmed, sighed, tightened up, and clamped down on my hand. She gazed intently into my eyes. I pulled my hand out and returned her gaze as I slowly licked her juice off my fingers. Oh…I needed more.

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