An Incredible Baby

Christina was tearing it up at the party. There might have been other chicks, some even prettier and dressed more provocatively, but she exuded an air of eroticism that you couldn't pass by without it touching you. I saw all around me a bunch of pussies in short skirts, microscopic tops that hid almost nothing, or long dresses with deep slits at the side that left their shapely legs bare and tight tops with deep necklines that drew the eye.

Christina, on the other hand, was wearing a tight black bodysuit and a loose black shirt over it that covered her little ass. And dressed like that, she couldn't hide the flawless lines of her body. On the contrary, perhaps for that very reason, she made a greater impression, at least on me. She set my imagination to work and I tried to decipher the geometry of her body. Besides, I've always had a particular weakness for black clothes, a kind of fetish really, provided of course the woman wearing them looked like a babe.

Moreover, she had long, straight jet-black hair that fell in a circle around her snow-white face. She wore no makeup at all, yet her full lips had the most beautiful red color in the room. Her almond-shaped, slightly slanted in an oriental style, eyes and her high cheekbones completed the image of the most desirable woman that night. So it was no wonder I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. I looked her straight in the eyes, with the desire she had awakened in me plain to see, doing everything humanly possible to get her attention.

Of course, the lady was a sly one and caught on immediately. She gave me fiery looks whenever our eyes met, then she'd straighten her back and give her body a supposedly indifferent posture as she chatted easily with those next to her. Her chest swelled under the loose shirt which could no longer hide the enviable shape of her large, firm tits. Various young women, known and unknown, approached me and started conversations with their obvious ulterior motives. Under other circumstances I wouldn't have missed the opportunity and would have done the flirting they expected from me. I might even have fucked that same night, if my attention wasn't focused exclusively on Christina. Because these girls were anything but pushovers.

They saw that I was talking to them almost mechanically and looking at the other one. Some just gave me a look ranging from dismissive to poisonous, others showed they were disappointed and a couple of them cursed me out like a dog, without me of course blaming them. I would have felt the same in their place. I know, of course, as they obviously did too, that it's not possible for someone, man or woman, to be liked by everyone and there will be rejection. But not in such a crude manner. Christina watched a couple of these episodes and in her eyes approval for my stance was clearly visible. A slight smile at the corners of her lips showed that she not only approved of me, but was also inviting me to come closer. Her look made it clear to me that she wouldn't disappoint me if I made the first move. That, of course, was just talk! How could I approach her when she wasn't alone for a moment, but was surrounded by a bunch of people?

So I lingered indecisively and drank one drink after another with my back leaning against the wall and my eyes fixed on her. At one point when the music changed to something more danceable, her friends gathered in the center of the room to dance. A couple from her group even asked her to dance with them. She shook her head no, smiling at them politely, while she nailed me with her huge dark eyes, as if telling me this was the right moment to make my move if I wanted to. So it was now or never! If I delayed a few more minutes, she would surely accept someone else's invitation to dance. She had already started swaying her little body to the rhythm of the music. I emptied my glass and left it on top of the radiator.

I wiped the remnants of the drink from my lips and went over to her. I asked her to dance and she gently took me by the wrist of my left hand. She pulled me onto the makeshift dance floor and we danced with our souls. And when the guys on the decks switched to slow songs, I held her tight in my arms and we swayed, more erotically with our bodies glued together. Then they started playing folk music, zeibekiko and tsifteteli, and ruined it for us. Everyone crowded in and danced, not knowing what they were doing. I took her by the arm and we pulled back from the crowd. We squeezed into the kitchen and kissed passionately. She also threw her agile tongue into my mouth and greedily sucked on mine. She shoved her little butt between my legs and pressed it hard against my genitals. My cock hardened instantly and I grabbed her round, firm ass cheeks. She moaned, turned on, and wove her fingers into my hair, pushing her perky nipples against my chest. We unglued our lips to take a breath and both sighed deeply together. I looked at her with desire in my eyes and fell hungrily on her neck. I flicked my tongue behind her ear and dragged it down to the hollow at the base of her shoulder. She hugged my head and squeezed it tightly against her.

A playful, dry cough was heard behind us and we turned, startled. The hostess who had invited us to her birthday party was standing in the kitchen doorway, smiling slyly.

"Don't you have homes to do these things in?" she tossed out teasingly, though with full understanding. "You found my kitchen to make out in?" I smiled awkwardly, not finding anything else to do or say, blushing to my ears at the same time, but Christina burst into cheerful laughter. The birthday girl imitated her and in the end I followed them too. She patted us in a friendly, encouraging way I'd dare say, took the ice cubes she had come for and left, leaving us alone again. We both agreed, however, that it wasn't so safe to stay in there and we decided to make a discreet exit. We only said goodbye to the hostess and hurried to leave as quickly as possible. In the elevator, I put my arm around her shoulders and she pressed her little body against me. She pressed her large, firm tits against my side and her hand moved tenderly over my chest. She lowered it down to my stomach and stopped at the crotch of my pants.

I bent down and kissed her passionately. She stroked my hard cock over my clothes and I fondled her tits. I was on the verge of pulling them out and licking them until they were raw. But we reached the ground floor, the elevator door opened and some latecomers to the party rushed in. We barely managed to get out and burst out laughing, as the situation was getting crazier and crazier that night. We stepped out onto the street and breathed in the fresh air. We walked slowly, tightly embraced, and exchanged little, fleeting kisses every now and then. The warmth of her body ignited fires within me and two blocks further down I couldn't hold back anymore. Turning the first corner, I grabbed her and pinned her against the wall. I opened her arms, pressed my chest against her tits and my pelvis against hers. The sharp breath that escaped her lips burned my face and I kissed her with a wild passion. Our tongues became one and I rubbed my hard cock against her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and my hands caressed her everywhere, wherever they could reach, that is. I moved slightly to the side and slipped my hand between her legs. My fingers dusted her pussy over her panties. She was so horny that I immediately felt a burning in my palm.

I almost felt the moisture of her cunt soaking through her little skirt from underneath. I slid my other hand under her shirt and squeezed fiercely the plump flesh of her breast. Her sharp nipple sprang up hard and erect. I rubbed it with my thumb and pressed it firmly inward. She moaned softly and rubbed her palm over my cock over my trousers. I felt it contracting, swelling and lengthening under her caress. I pressed my fingers against her labia, pulled them up a bit higher to where her clit should normally be and made a circling motion with the first one. Her breath immediately became heavy and sharp. I was looking deep into her eyes and I was fingering the little tongue of her pussy like a maniac. She was licking her lips dry and sighing faint with pleasure. She squeezed my dick tightly in her palm and cupped my balls with her other hand. She used such force that it hurt. I groaned softly and pinched her swollen nipple savagely.

She sought out my lips and thrust her thirsty tongue into my mouth. I sucked on it greedily and rubbed her pussy more firmly. Her little body began to tremble and with a deep, stifled little cry, she came in her panties. Our hot kisses were accompanied by wild moans and she began to rub my cock quickly so that I would come in my turn. I took her hand and suggested we go to my place. I lived just two steps away and we would arrive before you could say 'cumin'.

"Why didn't you suggest it from the start then, and we were rubbing ourselves here on the corner like horny dogs?", Christina asked hoarsely, with every right. "That's what I wanted from the beginning, only I couldn't hold out until we got home," I answered her, faint. "Does it matter?"

"Let's go to your place and I'll show you how much!" she smiled slyly. And she showed me two minutes later in the best way: A fantastic blowjob and an unforgettable fuck!