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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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First encounter with kinky pleasure was discovered by fate whilst as a sexually inexperienced student I found myself walking home in the early hours from a night club with the hottest tartan mini-skirted, Doc Martin boot wearing grunge girl I was ever to meet.
'I want to fuck you', she yelled, above the ear busting rock music after we walked into each other beside the dance floor.
'OK', was the simple and honest response I yelled back, a little shocked but intensely aroused.
Minutes later our arms wrapped around each other we walked, or should I say progressed, rather unsteadily through the back streets to my pad in the centre of bed-sitter land. We couldn't it seemed, pass a lamp post without stopping to gaze in each others eyes and vigorously tongue wrestle.
At one particular lamp post, gorgeous grunge girl expressed the need to relieve herself.
'Have we far to go? I need to take a piss'.
'Not too far, it's about 10 minutes away.....can you hold on?', I advised and enquired.
'No, I can't..... I really want to take a piss now', her eyes piercing me as she pulled herself away and crouched against a parked car. Pulling up her skirt, she yanked the black tights and white panties down to her knees and spread her thighs. There wasn't much I could do, except stand rooted to the spot, my erection pulsing with an intensity that made me feel quite faint.
'I want you to watch', she sighed stroking her pussy lips and clitoris in unison. I did just that, as she let a stream of piss jet forth onto the pavement. My heart raced and adrenalin pulsed through me as I watched her release. When the deluge stopped, she got up pulling her tights and panties up and straightened her skirt before gripping my crotch.
'Let's go and fuck', she smiled leading me by the hand.
We didn't stop at another lamp post, and it took just over 5 minutes to my pad.
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