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I stood outside her door. I was afraid.Afraid of what she might say or not say. I questioned why I was at her place. I tried to imagine what her place looked like and couldn’t. Dominique was alternative. She had a new color of hair for every week and clothes that drove me insane. What would her place look like? Dominique had piercings all around both ears and a pierced bottom lip, not to mention the always sexy as hell navel piercing. I wasn’t sure about other places. She had tattoos! No one I knew had a tattoo! All this amounted to the big question, why would she want to see me? But she had asked me to come over. The door opened. “Hi Matthew! Can you run to the store for me? Here is some stuff I need. You are a life saver!” Dominique said. She handed me a list and closed the door. I stood there for a moment holding the list and half noticed that she had cut her hair. Jesus. In that brief moment she looked beautiful! I was filled with purpose. My mission was to get her whatever she wanted. Half way to the store it started raining. My only transportation was a bike, so I was soaked by the time I got back up to her apartment. I only knocked once before the door opened and Dominique pulled me inside. “Look at you! You are soaked. Didn’t you bring an umbrella? God! Seriously!” “I didn’t know it was supposed to rain.” She took the bags from me and pulled me into her kitchen. I stood on her linoleum and held the bags out to her. She giggled as water pooled around my feet. “You are going to have to get out of those clothes. I’ll try to get you something else to wear.” She came back with some shorts and held them out to me. They were her shorts. I took them from her and held them up. They were going to be too small. She backed up against her kitchen counter and put her arms behind her. She was dressed in only a very tight black shirt with no sleeves. Apparently she almanbahis şikayet wasn’t wearing a bra. She had on little low cut pajama bottoms that cut off barely above her crotch and revealed little orange panties. I couldn’t believe how adorable and sexy she looked. “The longer you take to get out of those wet clothes, the more water you are going to have to mop off my floor.” She said. It was true. There was a small puddle forming around my sneakers. “But I’m…” “It’s ok, I’m getting used to seeing you with a hard-on. I sort of expect it at this point.” This made me feel bad. Was she offended? Was I pathetic to her? I pouted and looked down at the floor. “Oh don’t pout. I like that I turn you on so much.” She said. “Now let’s see you naked.” I lifted my head to see her smiling wolfishly. She was beautiful when she smiled and her body was making me so hard it was painful. That top she was wearing was amazing. It encased her smallish breasts like a shell, showing every tiny detail. In fact, the shirt was so tight that she may as well have been topless. On top of all of that, she was leaning back with her arms behind her so that her breasts and tight stomach were thrust out. It was unreal. I wish I could have taken a picture. I quickly took my clothes off. I didn’t want to draw it out. She was biting her bottom lip and looking at my erection. My cock pulsed up and down a few times. Pre-cum leaking out the tip. I liked having her attention on me. Suddenly I thought of something and freaked!“Are your parents here?” I asked. She laughed. “No silly. I live here alone. Are you going to put on the shorts I brought you or are you going to stay naked.”“I’ll do whatever makes you happy.” I said. “Then stay naked.” She said. “Ok.” “But you can’t touch yourself.” She said. I slumped forward. I was eager to masturbate. I could see her body so clearly. Her shirt almanbahis canlı casino cut off just above her navel and there was so much wonderful soft white skin between where the shirt stopped and the panties began. It was enough to make me want to take my cock in my hand and stroke one out right there in her kitchen. “Ok, so put your clothes in the dryer.” She said and motioned with her eyes to the small closet at the end of the kitchen, “And get the mop out and clean my floor.” Her eyes never left me. Was she enjoying seeing me clean her floor nude? I was thrilled and turned on and yet so self-conscious at the same time. The only problem was that I kept dripping pre-cum on her floor. I was so turned on by being nude in her apartment that I could barely keep the stuff from flowing. “Is it dripping?” She asked.“I’m sorry. I know. I can’t help it.” I apologized. “You are dying to touch it, aren’t you?” She asked. “GOD YES!” I screamed. “Ok, come into the living room and sit on the couch.” She said. I followed her out of the kitchen. Her low-cut PJ’s didn’t cover much of her tiny ass. Just a small square of orange at the top kept her ass from being completely nude. I was dripping down the length of my cock. I wasn’t even sure I would be able to last much longer. She grabbed my hands and had me sit down. She pushed my legs together and brought her chest close to my face. Her breasts hovered only inches from my lips under that skin tight black shirt. She placed her hands on my thighs and brought first one, then the other knee beside me. Straddling my legs, she sat down on my thighs. I could feel her soft ass. Her scent pervaded my nostrils and I breathed her in like a drug. She slid down more and more until her hands were on either side of my erect cock. “You get harder than any guy I’ve ever seen…and wetter! Look at it just running down almanbahis casino your cock. Are you even going to last?” She asked. “I…I don’t know.” I said. “As soon as you cum, you have to leave.” She said. “THEN I’LL NEVER CUM!” I yelled, “I want to stay with you forever.” Dominique smiled sweetly. Slowly, very slowly, she moved her hands in toward my massively hard cock. She wrapped her hand around it and placed her thumb against the underside of my length. I was sticky and slippery with wetness. Her thumb pressed into all that moistness and slipped up until she ran her slick thumb around the opening at the tip of my cock. I shuddered with her touch. My spine straightened and my hands grasped at the cushions on either side of me. I wanted to explode but I couldn’t! If I came I would have to leave. I tried to control myself. Dominique moved her hips forward just a touch closer to my cock. Her face closed in. Her hand stayed on my cock and her fingers slipped up and down the length spreading wetness all over. “You are getting my pajamas wet.” She said. “I’m sorry.”“No problem. I’ll just have to take them off. Normally I don’t wear anything but my PJ bottoms but I thought you might like looking at my panties.” “I do. I love orange.” I said. She giggled and stood in front of me. She slipped the PJ bottoms off with small side to side movements. Of course her hips and thighs were perfect. The little orange thong barely covered her crotch. I could see the shape of her slit pressed into them. And just at the bottom, barely visible before she sat back down, was a small spot of darker orange. Wet! She was getting wet! This was turning her on.Dominique sat back down but this time, oh god, this time she sat directly on top of my raging monster. All I could think was, we are practically fucking! There was nothing between her and I but a small triangle of orange cotton. Warmth from her pussy covered my cock. She was soft. The softness spread around my cock, covering and encasing me. It felt almost like I was inside her. “Don’t touch me. If you touch me, it’s over between us. I do everything. OK?” Dominique whispered in my ear.

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