BossyShoeBitch
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ORIGINAL: HypnoticDan
Ok, the whole story. At the time I was 21 and she was 24. I'm sorry to say that I was always terrible with names back then, and have lost touch with her. She has become a nameless fantasy girl from my memory.
We were sitting in a dark club north of Tel-Aviv, my back to the wall. (I hate to sit any other way.) She was sitting to one side, and I lifted the calf of her leg nearest me and rested it across my knees. To anyone else in the club it looked like we were sitting and talking. To us... well, I spent an hour slowly rubbing her thigh, nudging her skirt up at the back as she slouched lower and lower, raising the back of her skirt... languidley running the outer edge of my index up and down her panty covered slit while she used both hand to keep the front hem decent... telling her about how, behind the club, there was a narrow walkway over a two story drop to a parking garage facing some apartments... saying how I was going to take her out there when I had had enough to drink, bend her over that unfinished concrete railing, and in full view of anyone that might be looking out their window at 2 am was going to take off my belt and...
Later, when her panties were soaked and I couldn't wait any longer, I took her there and made good on my promise. She held hands behind her back, gripping her elbows as my belt made a quick two-column tie. Bent over, legs spread, I stood behind her, pressing against her nearly bare bottom, letting her feel my excitement between her ass cheeks. As I untied her hair I pushed against her a little so that she could feel the concrete through her dress against her breasts. I traced my hands up the outside of her thighs once, twice, and then on the third I grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly lifted it up and over her ass. I knelt and placed both palms flat against the backs of her thighs, my breath cool on her bare skin in the hot night air.
"Don't move."
i hooked the first digit of each finger under the edge of her knickers and traced the edge, first at the waist around to her belly, then from her hip bones around to the damp patch in the center, slowly pulling it back to let the breeze in. She shifted her weight as if to bring her legs together for me to remove the impediment.
*SMACK* It wasn't hard, it wasn't planned, but it got her attention.
"I said: Don't. move."
I'd never smacked a girl before. The realization of the awesome power I had over this girl had me so very very hard, tempered only by the knowledge that I had to be responsible or I wouldn't get another shot at this in future. I took a moment to compose myself and then tried to pick up where I left off.
Utility knives are wonderful things. A careful snip on each side and the useless cloth went into my pocket. Now my hands were free to roam over every inch of uninterrupted, exposed skin. I wish I could have seen her face when she felt the cold metal on her behind. I made do by running my hands from her ass down to her ankles, outside, then in. I circled each ankle with my hands. I could just imagine what was going through her mind, and voiced her thoughts.
"What if I picked you up and tossed you over the edge? What if someone comes around the corner? What if I told you someone was watching from across the street?"
Aha, that last made her head jerk up and twitch from side to side. Just what I'd wanted.
*SMACK*SMACK*SMACK* Fuck that was hot.
She yelped but tried to keep it quiet. "Clearly you have a problem following simple instructions."
I stood up and took a large handful of her hair. pulling up and back, forcing her to arch and press into me, I lowered first one dress strap, then the other, then reached around to pull down her top. Then I lowered her back onto the railing.
"Are you going to move again?" "No, Sir." "Hmm.. I like that. 'Sir'. I like that a lot. Now, where was I? Oh yes."
I untied her arms, then pulled them back so her wrists were touching and retied them. Then stood back and told her I was undoing my shirt. Untucking it. I didn't need to explain the sound of my zipper. She made a small whimper.
I'll spare you the... ins and outs we're all familiar with. By the end the only thing keeping her from falling over the edge was my weight against her thighs, a hand on her shoulder, and the other wrapped in her hair. Had anyone at their car bothered to look up they would have see a pair of bronzed Bs, a slender neck, and a face dewey with the heat and slack from orgasm, panting heavily. I dropped my forhead between her shoulderblades and tasted her sweat, cupped her breasts, and luxuriated in the feel of her hands on my abs, pressed against the small of her back.
Sometime during all that I came to realize how much I enjoyed being in charge
That was really, really erotic.
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I only saw her once more, some weeks later. We had vanilla sex. It was only the second time I'd ever slept with a girl and I was terrible. The condom broke. I was so nervous about consequences that later I said things I probably shouldn't have, or that came out wrong. I never saw her again. For all I know there's a little Israeli version of me running around out there somewhere.
So the time on the narrow walkway was the first time you had sex? No way!
**edited to try and fix my quotes but no luck!
< Message edited by BossyShoeBitch -- 6/16/2007 3:21:09 PM >
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