Sex in Spring

Sex in spring is usually the stuffs of legends or so I thought until I noticed a distinguished character at this year’s Classic Gala in the middle of spring. It was unusually cold for a spring night and a weather like this only serves as a recipe for glorious disasters.

On my way to the restroom after consuming more than a gallon of water prior to arriving at the gala. I noticed the silhouette of a well-hung individual. He was standing very close to the northwest wall of the room with a glass of wine in hand. His rested posture on the wall gave the obvious hint that he didn’t want to be noticed. A task not even an eerie night in spring could successfully help him complete.
While I drew a few glances as I made my way towards the restroom, I was surprised that not all eyes in the room were on him. He looked nothing like the everyday person which left me wondering what someone who looked as angelic as him is doing among mortals.

On walking by him, we tried averting eyes but for reasons we could not explain, we held each other’s gaze for what seemed like eternity. On getting to the door of the restroom with my hand firmly on the doorknob, I stole a quick look at him and was surprised to see his face illuminated by the beautiful light bulb behind him. He looked very much like the total prize money at the summer Olympics.
I was about to lift my dress and remove my butterfly-shaped G-string when I heard the door to the restroom open and then gently closed. He did take the bait. The long seductive look we exchanged on my way to the restroom actually paid dividends. He got my invite without my having to say a word. Ours must be a match made in heaven.

He stood at the door and said nothing. He watched me remove my panties and not until I was done urinating did he walk towards me. He reached for my panties before I could and he brought it very close to his nose. He took his time enjoying the lingering odour of my pussy and I could tell that he dying to see what my beautiful dress is concealing.
He cupped my face in his soft hand as he slowly leaned in for a kiss. It was wet, long and it left a lot to wish for. He reached for my dress and slowly lifted the helm towards my boobs. He took his time doing this and his gaze never for a second left mine. We were both lost in the wonders of each other’s eyes.

He reached for the space between my thighs and was surprised to find me as wet as the ice caps in a very hot and humid summer. He went down on his knees and I lost his face in the infinite space beneath my flowing evening gown. He touched my clit with the tip of his tongue as he soaked in the scent of my flavoured juice.
Without so much as a warning, I felt his middle finger deep inside of me. He twirled it around like he was in search of a lost treasure and when he finally found it, he settled for the spongy part of me. He moved his finger in a clockwise manner while he maintained a focal point which turned out to be my G-Spot.

I could barely stand upright as he went hard at work on my pussy. He accompanied the pleasure with a sequential nip at my clit. His hands and mouth were working simultaneous wonders on my body and I felt like a faulty dam that was about to implode.

I had to rest my hands on each side of the wall for balance because it was either I stand upright as I endure his sweet torture or I prematurely explode all of my juices in his sweet angelic face.
In a gesture that can only be explained as him reading my mind, he kissed his way around the top of my pussy. My inner and outer lips were ticklish from the immense pleasure they were under and I didn’t experience heaven on earth until he selfishly kissed my clit, pulled it towards himself with the aid of his upper and lower lips, and he rubbed his tongue around my protruding clitoris so vigorously that I lost track of time and place. I was forced to scream like my life depended on it.

I was about coming to my senses when I noticed my legs shaking uncontrollably and his face wet and dreamy from being bathed in my juices. His blond hair and the rest of his face were in a satisfied smile as he watched me put on my panties, attempt to straighten my scattered hair and walked out of the restroom.
He sat there on the floor of the bathroom with a mischievous look on his beautiful face as he watched me leave. I just had the experience of a lifetime with a stranger with a beautiful face and no name. I have a feeling that this was the beginning of something that will last a lifetime. One way or the other, my angel and I will find our way back to each other.