HOT NIGHT

It's a warm, balmy Saturday night.
We have just arrived, were warmly welcomed by the residents of this beautiful, comfortable home.
A villa with a spacious terrace, a swimming pool, enclosed by lush greenery, shrubs, tall trees.
Enough privacy to enjoy the evening undisturbed.
There is a sizzling erotic ambiance.
We are surrounded by gorgeous men and stylish, sexy women.
I see titillating party dresses, a striking corset, suspenders, high heels.
Men in immaculate white, tight shirts, and one with a muscular, naked torso.
You don't look out of place: your perfectly tight-fitting pants and shirt emphasize your stunning, sporty body.

I myself wear sexy black: the thin Violeta blouse and the Ornella pencil skirt by Patrice Catanzaro.
The beautiful tight skirt has a zipper in the front, which shows my long legs almost completely when I walk or sit down.
I don't wear a thong, and I don't wear a bra under the loose-fitting blouse.
I unbuttoned the small button between my breasts: my very deep cleavage shows a lot and covers only just enough.
My nipples are covered with black leather pasties by Fräulein Kink, so as not to unintentionally expose too much.
The thin, supple fabric of the blouse shows that my breasts are natural: big, not so firm, a bit droopy, lovely, and wonderfully soft.
They loosely sway with every slow movement of my hips and stride on my high heels.
I know fully well how irresistibly sexy you think that is.

During the evening we enjoy tingly cool cocktails and spicy snacks.
You get into a conversation with the lady in the corset; her full bosom puffs up high and she enjoys your attention.
I flirt, tease and seduce, I admire and feel that I am being watched.
I dance with a beautiful dark woman, her skin tastes warm, sweet.
I notice that a handsome young man can't take his eyes off my cleavage.
Smiling I address him, giving him a closer view.
I enjoy the bold compliment he makes.
He is entertaining, intelligent.
And looks good.
Moments later, the heat becomes too much for a gorgeous couple: naked they slide into the tempting coolness of the pool.
We can only guess what happens below the surface of the water...

It is already well after midnight but still warm when we relax together on one of the lounge sofas, at the edge of the pool.
I'm half on my side, leaning against you.
I feel your warm, strong body against my back and buttocks.
Around us there are more couples enjoying the sultry summer evening.
You kiss me softly on the neck.
Teasingly slow a hand glides underneath my blouse, feeling the curve of one of my breasts.
Your hand encircles my boob tightly, lifts it up, weighing my soft fullness.
I lean back a little more, I feel your lips, your warm breath on my neck, my breast in your strong, kneading hand.
I feel we are being watched, but it doesn't stop me, it just excites me even more.
My hands venture to my cleavage, helping the supple material of my top fall open even further, exposing my delightful bosom.
You take both of my boobs in your hands, even more forceful, you knead them hard, almost crushing them, making me quiver with pleasure.

I can feel your erection growing against my tush.
I place a hand on the crotch area of your tight trousers, feeling for the button, then the zipper.
My hand feels your warmth, your hardness, throbbing with desire.
I open the zipper of my tight skirt as far up as possible and with your help I ride it up high, baring my thighs, my full, creamy white buttocks.
I take your big hard manhood between my thighs and slowly rub my legs together.
I tighten the muscles of my thighs and hear you gasp.
I make sure you can see my breasts, my shapely legs, and my shiny black pumps with sharp stiletto heels.
And not only you can enjoy that view: I notice others are taking pleasure in watching us, spellbound, with admiration, as full of lust as we are ourselves.

What we do feels like a tantalizing show, an erotic performance.
Hot and intense.
It excites me terribly, I don't want to hold back, I can't help but give in to my desire, into your desire.
I lift a leg, encourage you, asking for it... your excited masculinity touches my most sensitive spot and then you enter me, slowly but very forcefully.
A hand grabs my slender ankle, so I can't straighten my leg anymore.
Your other hand is in my neck, forcing my head back.
I can't go anywhere and let myself be carried away in your rhythm, slow but compelling.
My breath quickens, my whole body tenses and contorts, the heat spreads from my lower abdomen through my entire body and discharges with a long, deep sigh that seems to last forever.
I feel your loins jerk a few more times, then there's only the pounding of my heart, my gasping breath, and yours.

Fervidly we strip off the few clothes we're still wearing and slide into the cooling pool.
In the dark we hug each other, enjoying the weightlessness.
Against my tummy, I can feel your manhood growing again.
I look up at the clear, dark night.
It will remain hot for a while yet.

~*~

~Erotic Story Written by M.~

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