The most beautiful sight I had ever seen met my gaze; her tight curly pubic hair glistened with droplets of pussy juice and the most amazing smell of her musk assailed my nostrils, I immediately drove my face into her mound and let my tongue flick at the wetness lapping it up, she pushed against my shoulders “No, no Darren don’t!” This was something she never expected and was obviously taken by surprise and a bit shocked. There was no way I could stop even if I wanted to, I was high on her smell and pheromones were playing havoc with my senses. This might end our relationship before it got properly started but when base instinct takes over I reckon your sensibilities are fucked.
I pushed back hard driving my tongue into her and pressing hard against her clit. She responded by pushing my head, but her resolve was weakening as she reached new heights of ecstasy. “Darren stop, please stop.“ She sobbed. I ignored her and continued to lick at her pussy, rubbing my nose against her clit and trying to force her legs further apart to gain better access. Her hands slowly moved to the back of my head and began pulling rather than pushing, her legs eased apart and I was allowed full unobstructed access. I began lapping at her in earnest sliding my tongue deeper and deeper and occasionally sucking her clit into my mouth. My thumbs were now prising her pussy lips apart as her hands pulled my face tighter and harder into her; now her hips were pushing forward, her shoulders braced against the wall with her back arched to give her maximum force. I moved my hands to her bum cheeks and pulled her onto me, sucking greedily at her soaking wet cunt. She began to buck her hips, her hand gripping my hair almost pulling it out by the roots as she neared orgasm. “Oh yes, yes, oh my god, oh my god YES! YES! OH SHIT! ARGHHHH” She screamed as she came. Her body clenched, her hands tightened their grip, and her hips slammed her pussy into my face even harder. I could barely breathe; her body began to shake as wave after wave of orgasm ripped through her.
Eventually she began to relax and her grip gave, she eased back against the cold wall and I was able to take a breath. Steph began to slide down the wall until she was sat with her bare arse against the pavement, me now on my knees in front of her; her eyes filled with tears of joy (I hoped). She sobbed and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me long and hard, tasting her own juices on my lips. We stayed like this awhile our love now confirmed, not speaking just holding each other. I gradually eased away from her and got to my feet holding her hands and gently pulled her up, I helped her pull her panties and jeans up and we got ourselves respectable again. Luckily Steph didn’t use much makeup, just lipstick and a bit of blusher so her face wasn’t too streaked with the paths of her tears.
“I love you!” I said to her as I leant forward to embrace her and once more kiss her sweet lips.
“I love you too.” She replied.
“Do you want another drink” I asked her “We’ve got time before your bus”
“Yes, please.” She replied.
We walked along to Rosie’s Bar at the end of the alley (If you knew Newcastle in 79 you’ll know where we are) and had a final drink before I walked her for her bus home.