1. One Night in Copenhagen


    Date: 2/25/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    more than anything in the world. Straddling me, our passionate kissing grew more intense. Our tongues swirled. Her breasts crushed against my chest, our arms around each other, my hard cock grinding against her jean covered pussy, our need rising until we were tearing each other’s clothes off, tossing them on the floor before we stumbled our way to the couch on the other side of the room then fell onto the soft cushions. Her hands gripped my ass, pulling my thrusting cock into her warm wet pussy and screamed, “Harder, harder!” Suddenly, she pushed me onto my back and started riding me, filling herself with my throbbing cock, rising and falling harder and faster, her hands on her tits, her blonde hair flailing, her screams echoing in the small room before I bucked and rolled her onto her back and lifted her hands above her head, our fingers entwined, our hungry eyes gazing deeply into each other's eyes, saying what words can't say, both of us getting closer and closer as her warm, wet pussy squeezed my cock. When she lifted her ass off the couch, I drove her back to the soft cushions, our bodies slamming against each other in a mad frenzy which made me thrust harder and faster and deeper, her screams filling the room as she erupted in a huge orgasm while my cock swelled and it was all I could do to hold back. I was on the ...
    verge. “Cum in me! Cum in me! I’m safe! Fuck me!” Both of us erupted at the same time, writhing in ecstasy, our wetness overflowing, her strong arms and legs embracing me as I collapsed on her, both of us panting and gasping, savoring the moment. Neither of us wanted to budge as we wallowed in the afterglow, loving the silent shadows of the dimly lighted room, ignoring the awareness I would be leaving in the morning and we would never see each other again. We cuddled, kissed, talked, made mad passionate love again then fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning, it was so hard to leave and for a long time, I wrestled with my desire to stay with her, but knew this was for the best. She made me coffee and we sat holding hands, knowing we had given each other the best of our selves. Both of us sat at the table with tears in our eyes, reluctant to say goodbye. Later, walking back towards town, not wanting to take the bus, I went back to the café for another cup of coffee. I sat at the same table where we met the night before, remembering how she joined me and how we laughed and shared our lives. That night was long ago, a night I have treasured and still, when I think of Birgit and what happened when I was caught eating the remnants of another person’s meal, I marvel at what gifts come to us when we least expect it.
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