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It was a dull, rainy afternoon. Why ever had she agreed to spend Spring Break at her sister’s? Her sister was a resident at a nearby university’s medical school, and she’d spent a scant few hours with her, since her arrival last Friday. Sure, she had premium cable, a sweet pad, comfy guest bed, well stocked bar & fridge, but a girl can only handle so many Chopped Marathons and Lifetime movies. Every evening she walked to one of the nearby restaurants & had dinner. Just to get out of the apartment, a renovated century home, with walls that were way too thin. None of the local fare was anything to turn your nose at, most of it was quite good. With the effusive hipster presence, combined with upscale coeds, the craft beer selection was also something be had. Unfortunately, the hipsters & pretty boys from the local universities, made her cringe. She sat at the bar of a small brew pub with killer food, nibbling her fish & chips and relishing a tepid stout, while watching a basketball game. At least the hipsters insisted their brews be served authentically. The bartender cleared her plate & offered her another stout. She blew her bangs out of her eyes and caught his eye, gave him a wicked grin and said, “Make it a Bushmills. Double please.” He raised an eyebrow and quipped back, “Oh it's one of those nights is it?!” She kept up,”I'm on vacation! It may not be sunny, but I can at least get my drink on!”
He was cute, maybe if she played her cards right. . . Too soon to tell. He poured her a generous double. Neat & she didn't even have to ask. She took a swig and savored the flavor and the burn as it slid down her throat. She ran a finger around the edge of the glass, absentmindedly, as she did so. She nursed her drink as she finished watching a random college basketball game.
Just as she was about to ask the bartender what *his* recommendation was for her next glass, a tall busty blonde snuck up behind him & covered his eyes. He laughed and they had a quick, but rather embarrassing, PDA. *shucks* She quickly settled her tab with another bartender and skittered out the door. No need to feel more deflated and mousy, over a nonexistent chance, than she had fleetingly had.
Umbrella in hand, she took the long way back to her sister’s. Admiring some of the more sprawling & better maintained homes. Saying hi to a few passers by as she did so. As she walked closer to her sister’s, she could've sworn she saw someone up on the shared porch. It was too dark to see for sure. The closer she got, the more sure she was, she smelt an expensive cigar and heard quiet murmurs of a couple. Her sister told her the downstairs neighbor was a nice single guy who worked too many hours and had a girlfriend who only visited on weekends. That other than, what seemed to be some killer sex, they kept to themselves.
She carefully padded up the front steps and quietly opened the front door. Then up the shared stairway to her sister’s door. As she unlocked the door, she saw movement on the porch. Even though she could hear the TV on inside. “Hmmmm, what the heck?” She quietly muttered as she shut the door. She peeked out the small octagonal window at the bottom of the stairs that overlooked the porch.
She quickly saw the source of the burning cigar and the quiet murmurs of a couple, but what she saw made her catch her breath and she was entranced by them. At first glance, they just appeared to be a couple in a passionate embrace. So much so, that she nearly looked away. That is, until she saw their lips part and smoke escape the girl's mouth as he released her. He took another draw and slowly exhaled against her neck, just beneath her ear. She watched her shudder and pull him closer. He repeated this as he kissed down her neck, between her full breasts and back up to her other ear. By now the girl was panting, she couldn't stop watching them. She felt like a pervert, but something drew her to them and she couldn't break her gaze.
He lifted her shirt and exposed her breasts, pulling her closer. He drew on the cigar and exhaled over the girl's nipple, then drew it into his mouth. Making the girl gasp and wriggle under his touch. He told her to be still & she stopped immediately. He repeated on the other breast and this time the girl was still as a statue, but she could see her biting her lip, taking short, rapid, shallow breaths.
He took the cigar and held the tip against the girl's nipple. She almost gasped in horror, but quickly stopped herself from making a peep. This was better than anything she’d seen on the Internet or read in a smut novel. She couldn't wait to see what happened next.
The girl held still, but whimpered. She was both horrified and, strangely, turned on at this act; she felt a bit embarrassed for continuing to watch, but she couldn't pull herself away. He ran the ash across her cleavage to the other nipple. Some ash had fallen away, but she could now see that he wasn't burning the girl. Rather he was teasing her with the heat, an interesting juxtaposition on this chilly, damp night. The girl seemed to trust him completely and obeyed his quiet & firm, yet gentle, commands. She was having a hard time wrapping her head around it, but it was so hot! She could feel herself getting wet at the thought of it. He lead her to a sturdy coffee table off to the side of the porch & sat the girl on the edge. He gently pushed her onto her back and swiftly pulled her pants to just below her hips & spread her knees. She had a better view now and, in the moonlight, could watch the girl’s chest rise and fall, see her tongue dart across her lips before she bit the bottom one and watch her faintly arch her back into his caresses. With his thumbs he pushes her Tshirt up and over her breasts, the girl’s arms were above her head. Leaving her utterly exposed. She almost wanted to reach out and cup one voluminous breast. He took a draw on the cigar and exhaled close to the girl's navel, she could see her shudder and her creamy skin brokeout in goose flesh. He ashed the thick cigar onto her belly and took a long draw on the cigar. As his hand ground the ash into and across her abdomen and up under her Tshirt, he exhaled over her mound. The girl arched up to meet him & he gently pulled back, ever so carefully keeping them from touching. The girl whimpered and wriggled under his hand, panting. He pulled up over her and asked her quietly, “Is there something you want girl?” She softly panted, “you…” In a matter of seconds, they were up and into the apartment and out of her sight. Thanks to thin walls she could hear just enough to know that what she had witnessed had been a prelude. More erotic than anything she had ever considered, but definitely just a prelude. She spent the remainder of her evening daydreaming about various scenarios and fantasies, before drifting off with her hand in between her cotton panties and her own soft flesh.