The day had been hot, searing hot. The road tar was sticky, dogs were silent, even the trees wilted. Talaya had got back from working a half-day, and the relative coolness of her flat had inspired some tidying up. This had been a mistake: now she was hot and grumpy, but not much tidier. So she had promised herself an ice cream.
Outside, the city shimmered in the heat. No one was making much of an effort. Definitely ice cream o'clock, she thought to herself. She put on a light top and skirt and went out into the street. The heat was intense, but there were clouds in the distance and a sense of expectancy in the air.
On the corner near her flat, there actually was a corner store. Talaya liked to use it when she could, hoping to keep it in business. Ice cream bought, she stood outside under the awning. The ice cream melted, sending trickles over her fingers. She watched the clouds building up and felt the crackle in the air as the thunderstorm approached. Gusts of wind swirled paper scraps into the air.
Just as she set off for home there was a tremendous crack of thunder overhead. Immediately, huge drops of rain splattered all around. They soaked the pavement as steam rose from the road. Every flat surface was covered in dancing droplets. Runnels of storm water flowed across Talaya's path. Of course she was drenched, although the excitement of the weather and the rain running down her gave her thrills. Her white blouse sticking to her skin, she noticed how it seemed to heighten the curves of her breasts. Her dark nipples stood out through the thin fabric and her aureoles accentuated the effect. She reveled in the feelings, of cooling down at last, of her skin tingling to the touch of the wet clothes - especially when the wind gusted over her, of the sexy thrill of showing so much of her body.
Though not a prude, Talaya was quite reserved and had not done much at all in relationships. The right man (or woman?) would appear in a flash, she'd always thought, and would take her in their arms and give her all the pleasures of the body and mind. Sometime. In the meantime, she lived a pretty plain life of work, paying off her flat, relaxing on weekends, occasional holidays...
Baily muttered under his breath. "It could wait till I was inside, or at least parked, but, no." As the rain drummed on his car and obscured his view down the one-way street, he searched for a parking spot. But what was this - a space on the opposite side. Thanks, I'll take that. And who's this coming down the street?? Isn't it the girl from upstairs? Naked?? No, wearing thin clothes soaked in the rain, but showing everything. That, is just, a beautiful sight. She's a stunner. So, out of my league, that's for sure.
Baily was also very reserved and while not a virgin, he had not had much experience, and wasn't sure how to arrange things better for himself. So he lived a pretty simple life too, as it happened, in the flat immediately below Talaya.
This could be awkward, he thought. Does she know me, or want to be seen like that. She was walking along totally unaware of him or anyone, eyes almost shut, face up into the rain. Baily admired the lines of her generous lips, her chin, her neck, shoulders, breasts all a perfect composition, her striking nipples thrusting up. Then the storm gods stepped in.
Just as Baily started to open the car door, a gust of wind swooped and flung the door wide. Talaya started, swerved and was slightly off balance. At that second there was a shocking flash of lightning. The world was white for an instant; at the same time the thunderclap hit, cracking the air and echoing off the buildings. Talaya shrieked and fell backwards. She staggered and sat heavily on the pavement, absurdly trying to save her ice cream as she went down.
Baily leapt out to try and save her, but the seatbelt and low car held him back too much. She crashed. He knelt down to her, then noticed, about the same time as Talaya did.
Talaya was wearing only a short lightweight skirt, now soaked through. In the heat earlier she had not bothered to put panties on. She was now sitting on the ground, her lean legs wide apart, her skirt forced up in the fall. Baily could see everything, from her long dark hair, down her curved breasts with their brown nipples, her slim waist, her vee of dark curls nestled between her legs. She was holding a ruined ice cream cone.
Baily froze, with no idea what to do next. Look away? Help her up? He couldn't take his eyes off her beautiful curves. He worried vaguely that the ice cream was running down her arm, and would be hard to lick up from her elbow.
Talaya looked at herself, on the ground, saturated, wide open, a stranger standing over her looking quite concerned and she with her ice cream still. She started to giggle at the craziness of it, even though her bottom was sore from the fall. As well, she noticed how the stranger's nipples stood out as small dark circles, now his shirt was soaked. The muscles of his shoulders and arms made a pleasing shape too. She noticed him staring but not leering at her, which brought on another sensation. She stared back, giggling. The stranger smiled.
"Can I help?" Baily stammered, putting out his hand. He helped her up and let her try and straighten her clothing. She winced. "Oww, I think I've actually hurt myself. Thanks for helping there. Hey, do you live in that block just there?" She pointed it out.
"Well, yes, I think I'm in the flat underneath you. Can I help you home?"
"Ouch. That'd be very kind of you."
The walk was OK, but going up the short flight of stairs into the building made Talaya wince again. The two of them were starting to shiver as well.
Baily surprised himself. "Look, if it's all right with you, you could come into my flat, get warm and dry, and when you're ready, go upstairs. It'd be no problem."
Talaya wondered. I've never met this man, but he seems nice. I've seen him before, but, into his flat? Is it even clean? But I'm cold and getting colder. I need to rest my backside. Hell, why not?
"All right, that would be nice - if I can trust you!"
"Look at me... you can trust me!"
She did look at him. He was slightly taller, slimmer, with paler skin coloring than her, fine features, a slightly dreamy look to him, not very threatening. Pretty nice to look at, really.
They got up the stairs, into the flat and out of the rain. It still held the hot air of the day, so was quite pleasant. Baily found a fresh towel while Talaya sat in the kitchen. It was pretty plain, but clean enough. The one feature was a huge poster for an ancient Phoenician art exhibition.
The towel was dry, and warm from the day's heat. It felt lovely on Talaya's cold skin, tickling her and brushing in a way that roused her senses. She kept Baily in the kitchen and went into his bedroom to take off her wet clothes. His room was plain, fairly tidy, with a view of a small park nearby. It was Talaya's bedroom view as well, but lower. Standing naked in his room, she wondered. Here I am, nude, in a strange man's flat. Instead of anxiety she felt a tingling and urging inside her.
Wearing her skirt - only damp now - and the warm towel, she gratefully accepted the hot chocolate Baily offered her. She sipped the milk beneath the Phoenician poster, while Baily found a dry shirt.
Sitting at the kitchen table, they were both lost in thought. Both pondering the strangeness of the day, their sudden intimate connection, the amount of bare skin involved.
Absently she let her towel slip slightly, showing her breasts in the shadows. Baily's eyes seemed to stick to them. She noticed, and he looked away, embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't stare I know, but you look, well, you look stunning. Like a Met-Art girl." He gulped - that could be a giveaway.
"A what?? A Met-Art girl? Not one of those... you know... on the internet...?"
"Oh no! Not like that! Not at all! They're beautiful, in good locations. Artistic. Stylish." He was babbling, and revealing too much knowledge of the topic. She caught him easily.
"And how would you know so much, can I ask? Let me guess, you found a book in the public library? But guys only get it for the articles of course! Or is it... in your browser history? Anyway, you'd better show me, now you've put me in that category!" She surprised herself with her cheeky talk.
Baily had let himself get trapped. No escape now. He opened his laptop, found the familiar website, and let her see.
Talaya gazed at the models. They were beautiful. Photoshopped, but very subtly. In exotic locations. Mostly nude, and showing off their bodies and pubic areas in different ways. But they were all graceful, with arms and legs posed to highlight their beauty, not simply to arouse. Talaya found herself getting aroused. She wanted to stroke her legs and pose the way the models did. Most strikingly, all the girls Baily showed her had pubic hair. Some had tufts around their outer lips, others had delicate curls spreading down their thighs and back round to their buttocks. Some had thick vee-shaped bushes. But all seemed proud of their natural assets. She stared at the proud beauties, and felt her insides stirring, felt her face flushing, her bottom squirming on the seat.
Talaya had her pubic hair, growing down and around to her anus, with a few wisps on her thighs. She fretted that men wouldn't find this attractive - she'd read of the way everyone was shaved (men even) and seen pictures. She didn't want to shave, and she was disturbed by the trend. Why try and look underage, she thought, unless you were into that, which is pretty creepy, really. But here were beauties, with their natural hair, all there.
"Hmmm, nice looking, very, natural almost. Thank you for comparing me. I feel... I don't know. Braver now." Where was this going, she thought, but deep down she knew.
Baily knew as well, but didn't want to say it first. Christ, it was weird enough already, but good. And whatever he might want, he would not be forcing himself on her.
They were silent, lost in their own thoughts.
Baily gave in first. "You'd... be good at that. You look so good already." He managed to stop there.
A pause. Talaya's heart raced. She felt her hair bristle slightly. Her pussy tingled. Her skin tingled. Her body answered for her.
"Take pictures of me. Like those Met-Art girls. I'm in a crazy mood, I'll never say this again, so let's do it now. Have you got a camera?"
"OK, sounds good. Yes, I've got a camera." He sounded so easy-going, but his hands were shaking as he raced off to get it.
She admired his camera when he brought it out. "That should do the trick. Now there's one more thing. I keep the memory card. This stays between us, and I control any pictures of me." She sounded so matter of fact, but she was shaking inside.
"For sure. I can understand this is special. It is for me too."
Talaya looked around. "We need an idea, and a location." Her body was humming with anticipation, her nipples stood out, her breasts rose with her breathing. Her legs wanted to open, her pussy wanted to be admired. She drifted into his bedroom, gazing through the rain-streaked windows. "Well, how do we start?"
Baily thought. "Let's use the wet blouse idea. You looked stunning out in the street before. If we soaked your blouse in hot water it'd be OK to wear, wouldn't it?"
Talaya loved the idea. Putting on the warm wet blouse was a little tricky, but the result was worth it. She stood next to the window, looking out into the rain. Baily took shot after shot as she turned, or raised her arms, stretching the see-through fabric over her hard dark nipples. The wet cloth clung to her curves, highlighting them. She looked like a model. She felt like a model. She felt bold and graceful, she felt beautiful.
With her bottom to the camera she twisted around to show one breast, then raised a leg to reveal her own curly hairs tracing their way around her pussy. Swapping the blouse for her towel, she tousled her hair. Her arms were up so her chest was lifted. Her breasts stood out proudly. She rubbed her feet, drawing up one leg to show her generous furry pussy lips. She knelt on the bed, legs apart, hairs in silhouette between, showing her fine round breasts.
Baily was stunned. She moved so naturally and easily, so in control and with such grace, his job was easy. The trick was not to stop and just stare, even if he was in awe of her. She was a goddess sitting and kneeling on his bed. This has to be a dream, he kept thinking as he kept shooting.
Then the touch came.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed with her back curled forward. This made her breasts hang closer to her pussy. Baily wanted to see her pussy more, so without thinking he lightly spread her legs, stroking down one thigh.
Talaya gasped at the delicate, electrifying touch. The thigh tingled where it had been stroked. She froze. Baily froze, suddenly realising what he had done. Oh no. What happens now? Is this trouble?
Her body answered again. It wanted more. "Do that again."
Gently Baily stroked her thighs as she watched. He ran his hands lightly up from her knees and up her smooth thighs. As his fingers approached her vee, she could almost feel her pussy lips swell to meet them. They both smelt the scent of her arousal, felt her slight wriggles as his hands went over her lips and rustled the hairs there. He ran his fingertips, then his nails up her thighs and down. She opened her legs wider and her pussy lips opened themselves. Her inner lips were bright pink and shiny with her juices. He moved closer, breathing in the strong scent of her now, seeing each curly hair, seeing her mound shift with her heavy breathing. Her clit peeped out above the wet folds of her lips. Without thinking he kissed it. She gasped again and bucked up against his lips. He could feel her clit against his lips.
Baily devoured her. He thrust his tongue into her channel and lapped up the plentiful fluids there. His fingers brushed and tickled and tweaked her furry outer labia, the swelling inner lips, her clit, her mound. He kissed and sucked her little button while she writhed and moaned. She pushed against him as much as he thrust into her.
"Oh no. Oh yes, yes. Yes, more, more. Oh that feels so good..." Talaya stroked his head, his ears. She grabbed his hair. Her body was in control of her, willing him to take her higher. His fingers sent shivers of excitement from her pussy down her legs and up to her breasts. She lifted one leg up and put her hand underneath to open her vulva more. He licked up and down the sides as more of her juices leaked out.
"Oh, ohh, ohhh, fuck, I'm close... I'm coming. More! MORE!" Baily dived and licked. He slipped a finger into her wet cunt, then a second. "Ohhhh, FUCK! FUCK! OHHHHH!" Talaya's voice rose to a scream then suddenly stopped as she froze, breathless. She felt waves of pleasure wash over her, bigger and bigger till in a rush her cunt clamped onto Baily's fingers, her thighs gripped his head as she came. She could feel her come making his fingers slip.
"Ahhhhh! So good! So good. Thank you." Her body was humming. She could feel everything - the sheet under her, Baily's breath on her wet crotch, his fingers stroking her thighs. Her cunt was tingling with pleasure, but wanted more. Her thighs wanted more. Her body wanted the weight of him across her body and breasts. Her breasts demanded to be touched.
Lifted her head, she looked down at him. He was studying her secret place. He looked up and smiled when he saw her watching him. She pulled at him.
"Come up here," she said softly. In answer he rose up, still in his clothes. She tugged at them lightly and he took the hint, stripping off his t-shirt and pants. His chest hair was in a line across and curving down in the center, exactly like her pubic hair. His nipples were dark like hers. She wriggled up the bed so he could lie between her legs.
"Make love to me. I want you inside me. I want you." Her voice was breathy. "But have you got a, a condom?" Why was it hard to say, she wondered. Well, this morning I was a virgin and life was normal, so why stress now?
"Will you respect me if I say yes? Always ready, if not used much!"
She watched him put it on, rolling it over the head and down the shaft. His cock looks so long, will it fit? What will this feel like? Is this even a good idea? But her body was ready and waiting. Part of her wanted it not to fit. It wanted to be forced open, unwillingly entered, it wanted him to take her and use her. She flushed thinking of it. She found herself stroking her breasts, running her hands down her sides and inside her thighs, spreading her wet lips.
Baily got on the bed and climbed over her. He gazed long at her body's glorious curves, her breasts flattened, rippling slightly, her ribs rising with her heavy breathing, her hip bones atop her smooth thighs. With her legs raised and opened he could see into her glistening pussy, bright pink and shiny. He pressed his cock against the wet folds. Talaya pushed her hips up to him, hands either side of her opening.
"Oh yes, yes... but be careful. Be gentle, it's my first..."
"Your what?? First time? God, Talaya, I had no idea. if you don't want to..."
"Oh, I want to. I so want to. You've been so good for me, with your kindness and your Met-Art girls, and the photos. You've made me feel so damn sexy, like I never thought I could. I want to give this to you, so much. Just, be gentle, and slow!"
"Well, you are so damn sexy, I'll try and be gentle!"
Baily eased his cock between her pussy lips. Talaya opened them with her fingers to help him in. He slid in as far as the head and paused, looking into her eyes. She looked surprised - she felt stretched, her fingertips could feel the shaft inching slowly in, pushing her vagina walls. They seemed to crave his hard rod, but squeezed to make it a close fit. Tingling sensations spread out to her body. Baily reached an obstruction.
"This is where it's now or never," he whispered. "You feel okay?"
"Sore, but good. Wait a bit and I'll get used to you inside my cunt. Your cock inside my cunt. I like the sound of that, now we're doing it. We're fucking. Easy to say when we are."
"Talaya, are you raving?"
"Yeah, I guess. Fuck me. Push in harder, fuck my hymen. Please, yes!" He had been moving in and out of her wet channel and gently pushing her barrier. She grabbed his buttocks and forced him into her.
A feeling of something giving, then a spike of sensation ripped up her pussy, making her nipples tingle, "Aaagh, God, ouch, don't stop now, harder. God I don't know if it feels good or bad!"
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No, I want to make love with you. I want this. But come soon!"
Baily realised his full length was buried into her cunt. Their similar colored pubic hair mixed when his cock sank in and he felt her soft outer lips against his pelvis. There was a slipping sound as his rod slid through her juices. It felt so warm and thrilling, taking control of him.
Talaya was in a whirlpool of sensations. Her cunt was stinging but also giving her warm waves of pleasure. Her nipples loved the brush of Baily's chest hairs. She stretched her arms out and bumped the camera. She grabbed it and started taking pictures. Her legs round him. His chest heaving above her. Their hairs combining as he thrust into her. His cock coming out, hard and shining. Her pussy lips spread around his ramming cock, pinker and wetter than before.
Baily could feel his climax coming. He was still trying to gentle her, despite her demands, but the fantastic sensations of her firm vagina was pushing him over the edge. Tremors were building up his legs, encouraged by Talaya as she wrapped her legs around him. His cock was straining, swelling, then suddenly shot his load, spurt after spurt. Talaya gasped. "I can feel you coming inside me. That's so good. Hold me, close." They clutched damply.
Baily eased out of her and dealt with the condom. Talaya rolled on her side and snuggled up to him, making a damp patch on his thigh as she did. In the evening light he found the covers and pulled them over the two of them. A drowsy warmth seeped in.
* * *
Talaya opened her eyes. How long had she dozed? This wasn't her room, her bed - and who was this? Her head was resting on a man's chest. The man gave the top of her head a sleepy kiss. The afternoon's delight came flooding back - which also explained the ache in her pussy she could now feel. Sticky. Tender. But so worth it! A hand tickled her back. She purred.
"Talaya, are you awake?"
"Mmmnm, a bit."
"I love you."
"Mmm, yes. I love you too, photography boy."
"You can be my Met-Art girl anytime."
"As long I get laid as good as that each time, I'll be happy."
"Not as happy as me!"
Talaya gently rubbed her face against Baily's chest. She absently ran her fingers through the fine chest hairs. She found his nipples – ridiculously small to her, but still able to harden to her touch. She raised her head and looked into his face.
"This isn't real, is it? It can't be real. I'm in your flat. I'm in your bed. I'm lying naked on your chest. You're naked. We've just made love. Did we make love? I don't know if I believe it myself. And I don't think I've even kissed you yet." She looked down into his sleepy eyes. She kissed his soft lips. Lips brushing lips, tongues on lips, exploring teeth, tongues brushing, exploring each other. It was a long kiss. Tingles spread from her lips down her body to fingertips and toes. She felt a slight stirring in her pussy again.
Baily looked up at the woman resting on him, taking in her thick dark hair and her strong eyebrows over piercing eyes. Her eyelids were naturally darker than the skin of her face, making her eyes even stronger. Her nose was straight and long, her lips generous and soft. Not a conventional beauty; a beauty from a far-off time. He could just feel her nipples on his chest. He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"This is real. This is realer than real. At the moment, you are the whole world. The stars and planets. Nothing else was real before this."
Talaya laughed, but not unkindly. "Wow. Now I know it isn't real! I think I'll be waking up tomorrow with the usual view, out my own window and with a massive hangover. You must be a dream - but a nice one!"
Baily's words had had an effect, however. He's pretty taken with me, she thought. He is a nice one. She was happy to lie on him and look at him. Her body enjoyed the touch of the sheet above, his warm skin below. She noticed the hair on his thighs brushing her legs.
Baily's words had had an effect on him as well. Wow, a bit over the top, perhaps? Or a lot? I am definitely in love, he thought. Well, she's articulate, she's gorgeous, and she seems happy with me. He just lay there and looked up at her. This, is good, very good.
"Feed me," she suddenly said.
"Feed you?"
"You've taken lots of pictures, and my virginity, I think you could get me something!"
Fair point. "Errm, what would you like?" Baily tried to recall any food in the flat that was safe for visitors. "I've got... some bread that's fresh..."
Talaya laughed again. "Sounds just like my fridge upstairs. Not a lot that's ready to go. Toast will be good. I can wait!" She rolled on her back, lifted a knee and stretched her arms above her head. Her breasts flattened gracefully on her chest. She gave him a long languorous smile. Baily was awestruck. You are a level higher than the Met-Art girls, he thought.
Talaya heard the zwishing sound of a breadknife, the clack of a toaster, an efficient clatter of plates and butter knives. At least he knows how to use a kitchen, she decided.
Hot toast on a warm plate. Butter on a dish. A tall glass of juice each. He impressed her. He offered her a slice as the butter began to melt on the toast. "Mmm, nice bread!" she mumbled as she ate. "And thanks for the drink. This is just what I wanted. Why are you staring at me?"
Baily was caught again. "You've... there's butter on your lip." He reached out to touch the golden streak as it lay with a few crumbs on her soft skin. At the same time she had put her tongue out to collect it. She found his finger instead. She ran the tip of her tongue along his fingernail, around the fingertip, then ducked slightly and sucked his finger into her mouth, all the while staring into his eyes. Baily felt shimmers go through his body. He was awestruck, again.
"My God, Talaya, you have magic in you."
Talaya's eyes twinkled.
* * *
He awoke. It was dark. They had dozed again, slipped easily into sleep together. It had been early evening when they had been talking and eating and gazing at each other; now it was dark, the room full of soft yellowy light from the street lights. Talaya had slid off him but her head was still on his chest. He could feel her light breathing against his skin. He brushed the hair away so he could see her bare shoulders and back, soft curves in the dim light.
He absently stroked her shoulder. She sighed in her sleep and rolled the shoulder. He ran his nails lightly down her back and she wriggled in response, making sleepy little noises. He ran a hand down her side nearest him.
Eyes shut, somewhere between asleep and awake, she wriggled up onto his chest. Baily continued to caress her sides and her back. Her breathing was stronger now and she was starting to push her hips up and down in response to his gentle touches.
"Hnnn. Hnnn, mmm," she murmured as he brushed his fingertips down her back to her bottom, taking in the graceful curves. She wriggled her way up his torso and swung her legs either side of his hips. She rustled her pubic hair against him.
He could now caress most of her legs. He ran his nails up one side, then the other, then both at once, over her calves, behind her thighs, her buttocks, up her back, along her neck and into her hair. Each stroke was returned with a wriggle, a shrug and a moan of pleasure, mounting in intensity each time. Then a hand grabbed his wrist and put his hand up on her bottom.
He took the hint. Running his hands down her crack, he could feel the heat emanating from her cleft. He ran over her wrinkled anus and into her pussy. It was slippery with her juices. Her hairs were plastered down with them. Opening her soft outer lips exposed even more. She had spread her legs wide, so her wet vagina was an easy find, her inner lips opening easily. She made a long purring, moaning sound and rubbed her mound against him. He ran fingers into her warm channel.
"Get another condom," she whispered into his ear.
While he opened the packet and worked out which end of the contents was which, Talaya distracted him with her breasts. With her hands either side of his head, she could brush the nipples over his stubbled chin and his nose. They were excited by everything they touched. She lowered one then the other into his mouth. Instinctively he suckled each dark nipple and mouthed the soft curve of flesh as it brushed his lips. Then she would bend down and kiss him slowly, sleepily. It was as though she and he were dreaming the same dream.
His cock was ready, standing up from his torso, and he held her hips still to find her warm wet centre. With fingers to help, he found her vagina and gently slid up into it. At the same time she eased herself down onto his shaft. "MmmMMMhmmm, ahhhhh," Was that from him, or from her?
She rocked back and forth on his cock, sometimes curling down and giving him sleepy kisses, sometimes arching her back to spread her proud breasts and shake her mane of hair. Baily rested his hands on her hips or pushed them up to knead her breasts. Left alone, her teats swung in time to the rhythm of their thrusts.
In the dusky room, they fucked like lovers. She bent her head and they kissed deeply. Her long hair spread over his face, mixing its scent with the scent of their fucking.
She whispered to him, "Come. Come in me. Come for me." She had paused and was letting him thrust his cock up into her wide open channel. He was now ramming into her fast, his hips slapping against her wet thighs.
"Oh fuck, Talaya, you're incredible. You feel so wide and wet for me. You feel fantastic!" Talaya smiled. "Just come, lover."
Baily's muscles were tensing. His cock was flying in and out of her. His balls were rising with expectation. "Ohhhh, I can feel... God it's close... ohhh, aaahhh, AAAHHH!" He paused at the top of his stroke, deep inside her, feeling his come ripple out. "Oh fuck, Talaya! Talaya, I love this. I love you."
"Mmmmm, s'nice. Kiss me."
She slumped onto his torso, tucked her hair back behind one ear and kissed him. She opened his lips with hers. Tongues slowly brushed, caressed, explored. She hadn't come, but hadn't wanted to. She'd enjoyed the intimacy and sharing the pleasure. She hadn't opened her eyes for the whole lovemaking.
* * *
She woke up. It was her body, her smell, but not her bed. Lying on her back, one leg was over Baily's solid thigh, her hand was resting on his shoulder. The warm yellow light came in from the street outside, along with a sense of rest. A far-off car drove away, a distant truck changed gears, but otherwise there was silence. She stroked Baily's shoulder and played with his hair. He slept. Playfully she rocked his hip with her foot. He made indistinct noises, rolled on his side and stayed asleep.
She studied him. He was slim, with nicely made arms and long fingers. He had a little chest hair across the top of his chest, and a line going down the middle. This met a line of hair coming up from his cock, currently flopped to one side. This line matched Talaya's pubic hair, which tapered up at the top. She smiled to herself at the comparison.
Her foot was now near his cock and she lightly flicked it with her toe. It fell lifelessly back onto her foot. She wriggled her toes under his balls and rolled them around. In his sleep he moved to give her more access. She worked them more and watched them rise, then settle again. She ran her hand over her thighs, feeling the slight shifts as her leg rubbed his groin.
That felt really nice. She moved herself round on the bed so that her other foot was resting on his chest. On her back, knees bent, she could run her hands over her thighs, under her buttocks and into her own warm cleft. It was tacky from her come earlier in the night, so she put some spit on two fingers and worked them around her pussy.
The tingles racing down her legs made her toes curl; the sensation of Baily's warm skin under her toes sent sensations racing back. Her fingers spread her lips and explored the complex wrinkles of her inner folds. She stretched the upper flaps to expose her clit and lightly flicked it, making her heart race. She moved down to the larger fleshy parts to feel her fresh juices already seeping out and dampening her skin. A finger found its way down and delicately into her vagina. It was still a bit tender from her first ever penetration that afternoon, and a second that night. She went around the little knot that closed her hole, but didn't go in.
She could notice her outer lips getting soft and puffy with her arousal. She put in two fingers to spread them, then three, then four. She was now rolling her hip up and down and strumming her clit. Her juices were spreading across her buttocks. She lightly scratched around her anal ring, smearing her fluids across it. She was breathing hard. Her skin glowed. Her climax was building.
She suddenly felt a need to feel Baily's cock inside her. The wriggles of her toes in his bush had produced the beginnings of a hard-on. She sat up and found another condom.
She rolled him on his back and he mumbled something. His cock was sticky and scented with his come, while his hairs had her smell on them. She started rubbing the cock to hardness, but her hand needed some lubrication to move easily. When she dribbled over his cockhead, she felt his body respond.
"Oh. Tssallayy.... good..." Baily was only partly awake.
She needed the cock up inside her. She hurriedly put the condom on and swung over him. She was looking down his legs and facing the darkened window as she sank onto his pole. Her cunt was startled by the sudden entrance of Baily's shaft, but her orgasm started building up again almost immediately.
She pulled at her puffy outer lips, already stretched by the cock inside her. She stretched up the hood of her clit and rubbed its little shaft. She panted harder, shorter breaths. her skin was hot to touch. Hot waves built up inside her and crashed over her. Her climax took hold of her.
She held her breath as tremors shook her body. She felt a tiny trickle of sweat go down her back and into her crack. Baily's hands gently came up and rested on her buttocks.
Talaya slithered down and over and beside him so she could look into his sleepy face. One breast was squashed between them, one was on his chest.
"God, I love you, Baily."
"Mmmnmm." Baily nearly woke up.
* * *
They shivered. In the early morning, they found themselves huddled in each other's arms. The quilted cover was missing and they had only a sheet for warmth. With the curtains open, the window had let yesterday's heat escape. Talaya got up and went to the window, taking the sheet with her. Baily sat up, somewhat startled. He saw her silhouetted against the dawn light: slim legs, curvy hips, one generous breast in profile.
"Mmm, beautiful sight. I know what our next photography can be: you in a sheet against the window." Talaya gave him a drowsy smile. She enjoyed the idea of proudly displaying her body for the camera again. She felt endowed with strength and love, and sexual power. She looked out at the small, dewy park across the road, the broad bands of color across the lightening sky, the parked cars in the yellow street-light. Her hand against the cold damp glass made her catch her breath.
Baily had found the quilt and was wearing it. He came up behind her and wrapped them both in his warmth. He managed to pull the sheet off her so they stood skin to skin. He kissed her shoulder. Talaya purred and leant against him. In the warmth a male hand slid round her and pressed into the soft flesh of her middle. It dived briefly into her belly button then started up to her breasts.
"That's nice, lover but I don't think I can- "
Baily gently interrupted. "Don't think, just enjoy. You can tell me to stop if you like." Her hand gave her away, brushing over his then finding its way down her front and into her hairs. "I'm just going to taste dessert early. Now, bend over."
The short, simple order sent a thrill through her, just like the first time they fucked. Part of her had wanted him to use her and abuse her. Instead they had made love (her first time) in the most wonderful caring way. Was it really only twelve hours ago? She bent over, already aroused again. She felt the cold air falling down the window.
Baily kept the cover over them both and knelt down behind Talaya. As he did so he scratched his nails from her neck all the way down her back, over her buttocks and down the backs of her thighs. She shuddered with pleasure.
He was now behind her secret entrances. To make her open her thighs more, he tapped them, like a mare being shod. A moan escaped her lips as she obeyed his wish.
Under the cover, a cascade of scents washed over Baily. Older sweat, fresh sweat, the smell of earlier climaxes (her first come had dried to flakes on her thighs, which Baily licked off delicately). A fresher scent of new arousal was already growing stronger.
Baily ran his palms up her thighs to her buttocks, then spread her cheeks to expose her inner lips. He nuzzled into her, licking down to her clit and up to her vagina. Talaya mewed with delight and spread her legs wider.
Now he could kneel underneath her legs. He could faintly make out her strong thighs meeting her dark hairs, her soft tummy hanging slightly, her firm generous breasts swinging to her movements. He pleasured her thighs, running his fingers up and over the curve of her bottom.
Talaya's skin tingled with excitement. She could feel the warm cover over her back and the chilly glass against her hands. She could feel Baily's fingers exciting every nerve of her legs and pussy lips. She could feel his tongue roaming in the folds of her inner lips while fingers spread her juices up around her anus. She felt her ring respond to the touches. She wiggled her approval.
She felt a finger pressing the wrinkled skin and ease into her hole. At the same time another finger was entering her vagina. She felt pinned between the window and Baily's assertive fingers, and was loving the mix of sensations. She brought her hand over to her clit and rubbed it strongly. The anal finger pushed further in as her ring flexed. The vaginal one probed the soft layers and folds of her channel. Her climax started to build.
Baily felt immersed in her. Her legs started to quiver either side of him, her anus and her vagina were clenching and relaxing above him. He could feel her pussy lips move as she rubbed herself to orgasm. He kissed and licked her lips and buttocks, adding his saliva to her juices. The scent of her arousal filled his nose.
Talaya's climax suddenly washed over her. Her cunt clamped onto Baily's fingers, her thighs clamped onto his head as a dizzying hot wave spread over her body. Her breathing stopped momentarily.
"Ah, ah, ahhhhh!" she felt a wonderful release, stronger than the earlier orgasms. her skin felt on fire. She wasn't sure if her legs would stay up.
""Fuck that's good. Soooo gooood. Where's your cock?" she slurred.
"It's here, but I haven't got a condom."
Talaya wracked her brains. When was my period? Am I fertile or not? Should he just fuck me anyway? Part of her body wanted to be fucked, wanted his seed inside her.
"Rub against my clit. I want to feel your cock."
He carefully put it up to her wet pussy lips. She guided it between the inner lips and up to her clit, feeling the shaft and its thin skin. It felt good, but her clit was too tender for even the gentlest stroke. Her legs were complaining too.
Still under the cover, she knelt down, then twisted around to face Baily. Impulsively she crouched over his rampant shaft and kissed its head. Stroking the soft skin of the shaft, she licked and kissed the smooth top of the helmet. She could taste his come, some of her come and a faint tang of condom.
Baily was loving the new arrangement. He ran his hands through her long hair and over her back, slightly damp with sweat. Tingles and sparks leapt down his cock and into his legs as belt her lips and hands work on him. He felt his balls being gently rolled and teased. it all felt wonderful, there was just one tiny problem...
He gently pulled her head up. "Baby you feel fantastic, and I don't want you to stop, but I've come twice already. I may take a while to..."
She looked up his torso, trying to make out his features in the dimness under the bedclothes. Then she saw herself in her mind's eye.
I'm an ex-virgin as of yesterday; now I'm under a blanket, oozing come, crouched on the floor, sucking the neighbor's cock. Have I missed something here?
It was too much. Giggles bubbled up inside her. She slid her way up his body to kiss him, and the laughs came out of her. Laughter and tears of joy. Baily picked up on her mood, and also got a sense in the pause, of just how crazy it had become. His smile became a laugh. They ended up stretched out on the floor, her on top, feeling each other quietly shake with laughter, somehow still under the cover.
* * *
The morning shone. Yesterday's rain had cleared the air and every plant was filling the space with its perfume. Every sign and building was washed and gleaming. Even the grass verges of the street sparkled. The morning sun warmed Baily's skin as he walked down the street. He stopped to raise his face to the sun, then laughed as he recalled the girl he met walking along the exact same way, only yesterday. She was waiting in his flat now, lying naked in the morning light.
Baily had noticed an early-opening cafe near their flats some time before. The staff were just putting out the bright red chairs to start the day. The smell of coffee and something toasting invited him in. A few minutes later he was hurrying back with coffees in a tray, croissants and baklava jostling in a stiff paper bag.
He tapped on his own front door. "Talaya, are you awake? It's me, Baily." He could hear familiar music floating through. That's a Putumayo disc, he thought to himself. Does she like world music too? This is getting better and better! He knocked again.
And again. Louder this time.
Talaya opened the door, wrapped in the sheet like a classical statue. She was an ancient goddess incarnate, with a twinkle in her flashing eyes. She led him into the pulse of the music she had found in his collection. Putumayo's exotic sounds filled the room. She made him put the coffees down and took his hands. Eyes shut, a dreamy look on her face, she swayed to the music. She was shaking her hair, her shoulders, the sheet, which slowly slid down to reveal her gently swinging breasts. She lifted her arms and turned her wrists gracefully. She rocked her hips. She was totally naked now, a study in curves and curving movement. Her dark hair, dark areoles and dark vee of pubic hair matched perfectly. She swiveled round and smiled back at Baily over her shoulder. Baily was totally dumbstruck.
"Dance with me. When I'm happy I need to dance. Join me."
"Talaya... I... I... you're awesome. I can't possibly match you, you are supreme."
She made a huge curving swoop with her arms from high up, to down low, then up and over his head, perfectly in time to the exotic music. "Don't be silly. Just come with me. Sway with me. Dance!"
Talaya felt light. She floated. She soared. Although she had a strange, almost-pleasurable ache in her pussy, and a stickiness on her thighs, she felt great. Powerful. The dance gave her more power. She could do anything. She could fly. She could take this dreamy boy up and into her aura as easily as picking up the beat of the music.
Baily danced. He spun, he swayed. Any self-consciousness was brushed away by the beautiful music and the beautiful woman, on this beautiful day. God, he asked, does it get better than this?
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