Waiting to finally exhale after holding my breath for some time,
Guazed in awe I can finally start to pick my chin up off the floor,
She passes by with a smell that sent my bodies chill bumps on a roller coaster,
A bold fragrance like sex and rose pedals,
Her eyes dark,
Skin glowing as if the red light was placed to point directly at her finest attributes,
In slow motion she strides across the room,
With her titts bouncing high enough for her chin to catch,
Yet fast enough to disappear into thin air,
In one blink of an eye she was gone,
My soul had melted so far into the seat I had to close my eyes to savor the moment,
Praying when I opened them I could see where she stopped,
My heart raced in a small panic,
My eyes began to scour the room checking each and every corner,
I arose to my feet to get a clearer picture,
But she was no where to be found,
Just a rotation of people gathered around the stage,
My friend tapped me on the shoulder and asked,
'Is everything okay?'
I nodded with stiffness and excused my self to the restroom,
I slapped water in my face to make sure I wasn't dreaming,
After all this was my first time at a *voyeurs event,
You wouldn't believe that all of this was in back of the neighborhoods coffee shop,
The red blinking lights where starting to give me a headache and I was already on my second glass of wine,
I reached down to grab a napkin to dry myself off from almost cumming down my leg,
And in that moment a hand reached around to grab my wrist,
She whispered... 'Done already?'
The heat from this persons breath almost melted the hairs off the back of my neck,
I knew it was her,
Her stinch lingered between the stalls,
My head fell backwards as she placed one had around my neck and another on my lower abdomen,
She then whispered... 'Can I taste it?'
I pushed her hand further down into my skirt until she reached my soaking wet pussy,
She immediately yanked back to place her fingers in my mouth and then hers,
A two piece combo that will ride your taste buds right into a slow beating orgasm,
Pussy and Spit is what she wanted,
So I obliged,
This took place over and over for a few minutes,
She then placed her head against mine to lean in for a bite at my ear,
A shiver down my spine shook us both,
Her red lipstick covered my ears in a thick coat,
She then told me to close my eyes and count to ten,
I was afraid because I knew that if I closed them she would disappear again,
She grabbed the back of my hair and repeated,
'Count to ten'
I can feel her presence leaving my body,
And my seven and eight began to crack,
Once I got to ten I could feel her lips and tongue slowly caressing my smooth vagina,
My lungs reaching for breath as I came all over her mouth in less then a minute,
So much for voyuerism...
*Voyeur: a person who gains sexual pleasure from watching others when they are naked or engaged in sexual activity.
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