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The bustle of the crowd, humanity fluttering around like sparrows in the square. The weekend fair was a great time to reconnect with your fellow people and encounter new folks. I loved going down there on good weather days, and just browsing stalls and talking casually to folks. Our fair was held in a large town square a few blocks from the river, in the downtown area, in our modest small city. Most people knew each other, and at times new folks drifted in and out of town.
I loved the books and trinkets – I had amassed a large collection at home, on various cheap shelves. The vendors knew me well by now, first-name basis, and I got the regular discount. But more importantly, the street fair was a window to discover new cultures from across the world, as we scavenged their artifacts. With carvings from Africa, silks from Asia, and trinkets from Latin America, I had a small eclectic collection.
I was flitting from stall to stall when I saw a white angel doing the same. I only got a glimpse of her, as she seemed to float around, long blond hair trailing her. I tried to intercept, and finally, she came down the same row I was in. A cute little face, with platinum blonde hair, she looked like a film star from the olden days, Marilyn Monroe, Rita Hayworth, Mae West, Jean Harlow, they all manifested in her. She had the youthlike appearance of just emerging from womanhood, on the cusp of her life’s adventures. I gazed into her green-grey eyes, and those cute lashes curled up. The perfect straight nose, the wide luscious lips, she gave me a quick smile as she passed, the little dip of her cheek.
Her hair was incredible, and so was her body. Slim and waif-like with medium boobs and a wide waist and an amazing curvy ass. She wore a cute shirt, fashionable pants, and flat walking shoes, very practical. She had a small shawl over her slim shoulders with brilliant patterns and colours. I felt her go by, her blonde hair brushed me, and I smelled her jasmine perfume. I stopped in my tracks, touched by an angel. I spun around and saw her shapely ass move as she walked off, my cock woke.
I Bahçelievler escort circled back and hovered. I had to talk to her. She lingered over some pottery, gingerly bending over and examining it, and that ass called to me. The vendor moved away to get stuff, we were in a trusting town. I moved in.
“Lovely pieces, are you a collector,” a plain question, not loaded.
She stood and turned, again that quick smile, “Yep, just looking, how about you?”
So direct and unassuming. No pretense or arrogance, she was as sweet as she looked. We chatted about the fair. Her name was Julie, she was new in town for work and lived not far away. She had heard about the fair and could not resist discovering treasures. I shared my passion for the same and we began to warm to each other. We walked around and shared coffee and treats, it was a little chilly. Julie has an easygoing nature and I found myself loving every minute I was with her. My luck was with me on that day, she mentioned a certain book she had been looking for, and I recalled having seen it earlier.
“Oh my God, let’s go!” she said, grabbing my hand and pulling me in the direction of the stall indicated.
The vendor looked bemused when she gushed to find it, a Victorian novel on love and tragedy. I slipped the vendor a banknote while Julie was leafing through, then she realized I had already paid and she hugged me and kissed my cheek. The vendor laughed. I was happy to serve. Julie slipped the book into her purse and slipped an arm into mine, and we walked thus.
A little later, she looked up at me naughtily. “Are you single? You must be if you let me walk with you like this.”
“Yes Julie I am, have been for a while now,” I replied smiling.
“Can I do something bold with you?” she said. I braced utterly confused. I nodded.
She grabbed my hand and took me off to one of the abandoned areas of the fair near the back, overshadowed by the church tower. This area was overflowing and seldom used, no one came back here except teens looking to snog or more. She put her bag down, and mine Balgat escort and stood in front of me and leaned in for a kiss, which I returned warmly. She put her shawl aside, and unbuttoned her blouse, my cock and groin warmed.
She pushed her shirt aside and revealed a cute little bra, and took it down and came close. Two lovely cute little boobies appeared, perfectly shaped and erect, with large ghost nipples with cute little buds. There were adorable spots over her white skin. I did what I needed to, my two hands came forward and cupped them and squeezed, and she giggled. Then I leaned down and sucked, licking the nipples erect while Julie pushed my head closer and moaned. Then suddenly she pushed me back.
“Are you hard?” she asked, I nodded vigorously.
She dropped to her knees and whipped my cock out and with her cute little mouth gave me a tight, wet legendary blow job. My face was contorted in pleasure as I tried to look around and make sure no one saw us. At times I heard voices and started to panic but Julie did not miss a beat and kept sucking. She put one set of cute fingers tight around the base of my cock to increase tension and with other fingers massaged my balls. I had to lean back against the stall, my knees were getting weak. This went on for ages, I looked down at her beauty and pale boobs, and my boner popped and I released tons of semen into her, she gulped and wiped her lips, and stood up and kissed me.
“Good, I always wanted to do that,” she chirped and buttoned up.
I stood there cock limp and wondering what the fuck just happened. She smiled, “Zip up! We are going to my place for seconds.”
I could only obey. We left the square arm in arm-and walked the few blocks to her place. She explained she was the spontaneous type and did not want to waste time with me, she wanted to see if I was a keeper and cut to the chase. I did not object, just noted it was a little … unorthodox … and certainly a thousand times faster than my usual speed.
“Well now you are riding the sweet ass of this storm, you better keep up,” she reported, Batıkent escort looking up at me.
We entered her tasteful little place, a studio rental. She had lovely trinkets and books across some shelves, just like me, a kindred spirit collector. Some of her collections were sex idols and other hot items, and I gazed agape. She laughed and went into the bedroom, ordering me to strip. I obliged, what the fuck else was I going to do, this was seconds and she was in charge.
I sat on the couch naked, waiting orders, my hard cock pulsing. She called me. I went to the bedroom and she was sitting daintily on the bed, her long blonde hair tied into a pigtail and she wore strappy lingerie with pussy and boobs exposed, red. She beckoned. I came close and she leaned back and used her pretty feet to massage my cock and it was throbbing with life.
Julie stood up, pulled me onto the bed, and laid me down. She got up and stood over me and sat on my face, and I licked her pussy while she stroked my cock harder and harder. Just before I was about to pop she stopped and turned around and lay on me and started biting and kissing my neck, lips, shoulders and nipples while my hard cock slid around under her. Then she moved up and dropped her hanging boobs into my mouth and then withdrew them again. It was painful. My head was hurting from the bl@@d flow.
Now she took control and got up and sat on my cock cowgirl, leaning forward. I grabbed her boobs and squeezed as she fucked me, I also grabbed her long pigtail and pulled and Julie squealed in delight. She ground on and on and I was too excited so I exploded in orgasm inside her, and fell limp. She would not have it. She turned around and sucked and stroked my cock hard again, while I ran my hands up and down her butt.
She saw a chance and backed up and put her butt hole right over my mouth and I licked and slurped it and she continued to hand job me. I was rock hard again, and now she came forward and sat reverse cowgirl and leaned back, and I grabbed her boobs from behind. Her pigtail flopped around as she pumped up and down, and this time she came and collapsed back on me. We enjoyed each other’s touch and nakedness for a bit.
“That was the most fucking intense fuck I have had in years babe,” I gasped, “Am I a keeper?”
Julie laughed out loud in joy, “Yes you are, my found treasure.”