Last updated on 2023-03-07 at 19:54 pm - Estimated reading time 00:03:42
“This sudden remark intrigued me, but I instantly realized how immodest my attitude could be, now that the folds of fabric, largely reassembled on my hips, revealed the curve of my legs. Slowly, she then invited me to put one foot on the bench while she continuing to raise the hem of my garment until the delicate folds of my pussy lips were fully exposed. A pleasant knowing smile lit up her face and then, placing a hand against my sex, she began a long and inevitable massage of my sensitive ridge.
“With an imperceptible movement of my hips, I slowly arched myself against the backrest. My breath shortened as I felt that I was soon to be overwhelmed by pleasant waves of pleasure. Closing my eyes, I was already beginning to lose myself in delight over her fingers, when suddenly she stopped, snatching a long gasp of frustration from me. She stayed for a moment with her hand against my swollen pussy lips, feeling my clit pulsate with desire. I wanted for her to finish me, however, still playing with me, she was content to bring her fingers to my mouth still smeared with my own juices.
“Perhaps you are ready now?” My contestant asked, now amused by my weakness and how I was close to losing her challenge.
“My humiliation must have been total and while an immense feeling of shame inflamed my cheekbones, I nevertheless reveled in the sweet and salty flavors of my privates. It was time for me to accept defeat and, like a vanquished warrior preparing to march through Rome, I confidently let the straps of my dress slide across my shoulders. I abandoned the garment negligently at her feet.
“Do you surrender?” She asked me, surprised by my sudden bravado.
“Come on, let’s go home, it’s a victory parade that I’m offering you.”
“Amused by my promise, she picked up my clothes and threw them in a trash can before giving me the sign of departure with a friendly slap on my buttocks.
“Although the village was small, I was somewhat disoriented by the night. I had no choice but to turn to go back to where we had come from. At this late hour, the streets had emptied, however, it was under the sometimes surprised, sometimes amused looks of the few passers-by that we encountered that I headed with anguish towards the small square where we had dined. There, seated on the terraces of the cafes, a few small groups still ate, drank or sometimes danced to the sound of the Sound Systems.
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