The sweet blonde girl

It was a cold March evening one Saturday a couple years ago. I was in an Irish bar with a few friends and it was the early hours of the morning. That time of day where after a few too many beers and who knows where you might end up.

I looked across the bar and saw a brunette girl in a black dress. She had an attractive figure without being particularly skinny. Her (I’d guess) C-cup boobs held firmly by her figure hugging knee length dress. Having got the courage to walk over I complemented her on her lovely long wavy hair. A dark shade of brown, matching her eyes. “Thanks was her reply”. “Mind if I kiss you?” was my lame attempt at a follow up. “You’re ok, thanks anyway”, was her reply.

“A little too forward?” I asked, with a touch of embarrassment.
“A little.”

We then spoke for about a minute or so. Turns out that she wasn’t really looking for anything that late in the night as the bar was about to close and her group was about to leave.

I then noticed a petite blonde girl in her group. “Hi, did you see the band? Only caught the end, but they are normally good in here”, I asked this cute little woman. “Yeah, they were good”, was her initial reply.

“My friend, the irish girl you were just talking to, loves it in her. So we sometimes let her bring us in.” “If she’s good”, She added.

We both giggled a little at her cute humour.
“You’re really beautiful when you laugh.”

“Thanks”, she said with a bright sparkle in her eye, stepping a little closer to me.

I put my hands on her hips and bowed my head down to hers. She closed her eyes, leant her head back a little and opened her mouth slightly. Her moist lips were too tempting to resist. I kissed her tenderly. “Hum”. She whimpered after the kiss. “That was nice.” “Yeah” I agreed. “Better do that again”, I added.

We kissed again. A little more urgently as the kiss continued. My hands gradually slipped from her waist to cup her tight little bum. Until then I’d only really noticed her face and blonde hair which was straight finishing level with her chin. Holding and caressing her tight bum as we kissed I realised how lovely and slim her little figure was. She was marginally over 5 foot tall, with the white blouse she was wearing it was unclear on how big her boobs were, but I guessed her figure to be something like 32A-24-34, maybe a B-cup at most.

We’d been kissing for a couple minutes, my hands caressing her bum and lower back, her hands getting to drips with my shoulders and back, when the Irish girl interrupted us. “Hey Amy, are you ready to go? It’s a bit cold out, so we’re getting a taxi.” “OK”, she replied. “Want to come back?”, she asked me. “Yeah, certainly”, was my knee-jerk reply. At the time I was 27 and this girl looked about 19 or 20. I couldn’t remember the last time I got to grips with a sexy slim girl that age and wasn’t going to let her go easily!

I waved a goodbye to my friends across the bar and climbed the stairs from the basement bar up to the exit and outside hand-in-hand with my gorgeous young Amy.

“Are you sure you want to take him home?” asked the Irish girl. “Well, yeah. Why not?” Amy pondered. “You know...” said the Irish girl, clearly not wanting to disclose whatever the reason was. “It’ll be fine. It’s just a bit of fun. I’m not even with ..... you know who anymore”.

I jumped in the taxi with Amy, the Irish girl and another girl and boy. “Everything OK?” I whispered to Amy. “Fine, no problem”.
Amy was a student at one of the city’s Universities and lived in University accommodation. When we got back to the flat she shared, there were a few other people there. Amy gave me a drink and we both mingled and talked to several people for about 20-30 minutes.

“So you pulled in the end”, smiled the Irish girl. “Yes” I laughed.
“She’s really cute,” I added, turning my head to see her standing there in her white blouse and tight blue jeans, chatting to another girl.
“Yes she is, but you’ve got to be careful”

“What do you mean?”
“She’s not mentioned her ex-boyfriend is a bit of a nutter?”
“Is that what you were on about before we got the taxi?”

“Yes. She’s tried to end it all a few times, but he doesn’t take any notice. He just turns up whenever, unannounced and he’s got a dangerous streak.”
“Are you trying to put me off?”

“No, just thought you should know what you might be dealing with.”
“If I turns up I’ll just tell him to leave her alone!”

“Good luck” she laughed, before adding, “Look I like you, Amy certainly likes you, I’ve not known her bring anyone home before, I just thought you should be aware.”
“Thanks, I think.”

We chatted for a little longer and people started to drift off, presumably to bed. Then Amy walked back in wearing her pyjamas. White with faint yellow square grids. Quite baggy too. Hardly the sexy look I was hoping for. “Hi”, she greeted me. “How’ve you been? Not see you for a while”, she chirped. “I was just talking to your friends, good people”. “Thanks, I like them”, was her response. “I’m going to bed now.” She informed me. “OK, sounds fun!”

A couple of her friends interrupted us. One of them, a boy living in her flat asked her to follow him. So off she went to his room. “Think I’d better follow, good night”, I said to her Irish friend.

When I caught up with her, she was sat in the boy’s bed talking to him. He was not in the bed, I might add. “Hi, are you ready?” I asked her.

“Oh I’m tired, could I sleep here?” she asked the boy. “Come on Amy,” I said softly offering my hand to her.

“You know you’ll only end up shagging him if you go back to your own room,” added the boy who’s room we were in. “Come on,” she said to me climbing out of his bed, taking my hand and leading me back to her room.

She closed the door behind us, turned and kissed me. Her hands unbuttoning my shirt as we kissed. She slipped my shirt off and caressed my chest. Running her fingers through and along my chest hair. “Hum, manly”, then resumed kissing me. I reached my hand up her pyjama top and caressed her small firm breasts. First the right and then the left. Lingering my finger tips over her left nipple as I began kissing her neck. “hummmm”, she purred as my lips explored her neck. My other hand slipping her pyjama bottoms down her pert little bum.

Her hands began unfastening my belt and then my trousers. Slipping my trousers loose and down around my ankles, she started to caress my erection through my pants. Then pulled the material to one side, letting my cock spring free. As we kissed again she started to slide her hand over my shaft, slipping my foreskin back and forth over my sensitive bell. “You’re beautiful Amy.” “Thanks”, she replied, blushing and giggling.

I started to unbutton her shirt and she caught my hand with hers. “No, I’m leaving that on”. “Why? I bet your breasts are beautiful too, they feel great.”

“I’m leaving it on. That’s final”. She looked very serious, so I didn’t push it. “Come here”, I pulled her close and kissed her again. Caressed her bare, cute little bum.

Stepping out of my trousers, shoes and pants, I then sat her on her bed. Kissed her again, lay her back and caressed her thighs. Firstly on the outside of her left thigh.. up and along. From her knee to her hip. Then under her bum and down the back of her thigh. Kissing her thoughout, I traced light finger tips all over and around her left thigh. Finally reaching the top of her groin, tracing lightly just outside her lips. Noticing her perfectly smooth hairless pussy, “Amy, how old are you?”

“19, why?”
“Just wondering. Would have guessed 18 or 19.”

“Tell me?”
“Just checking,” as I started to undo the bottom button on her shirt again.

“Hey, you can’t see my chest”, she guided my hand back to her pussy. Guiding my fingers over and over her lips. Then tenderly coaxing my fingers to make light circular motion on her clitoris hood. “You like that?” I tenderly whispered in her ear. “yeeaah, hum”.

“It’s ok, I know what to do down there”, I assured her as I guided her hand away before continuing what she had started. I lay by her side, kissing her neck whilst my fingers coaxed her clit into bliss. Her soft moans only interrupted by her breathing. After a minute or so, I slipped a finger tip between her pussy lips.

Tracing the inside of her lips... then slipping in a little deeper. Still massaging her clit with my thumb.... I found her soft g-spot with my finger. Her sudden whimper as I turned my attention to pumping her g-spot. She raised her hips, pushing her pussy into my hand.

Pumped my fingers harder into her as she strained upwards, her breathing rapid... occasionally lightening my pace when she looked close to coming. Eventually I let her come, her gorgeous slim body straining and twitching, back arched, hips bucking.
“Ohhh, that was good”, she purred to me shortly after her orgasm. “Glad you approve, fancy a drink?”

“Can do, just get some water from the kitchen please.”

“OK.” As I stepped up from the bed and headed for the door, she quizzed “Aren’t you putting some clothes on?”

“Everyone but us are asleep... and I’ll be quick, nobody will see me!”
“Please put something on, at least cover that up”, she pointed are my proud erection.

I looked down and my cock was standing very proud and rock hard, clearly in anticipation of some action as Amy had been wreathing around in bliss moments earlier. “This will do”, I said, putting a folded plastic Tesco bag around it. I just wrapped it around, a very poor excuse with my balls still hanging out below.

I opened the door, looked tentatively checking that nobody was around, closed Amy’s door behind me and darted to the kitchen, picked up a large clean glass, filled it with cold water and headed back towards the bedroom. Only problem was that I couldn’t remember which room was Amy’s!

Having narrowed it down to two doors, I obviously chose the wrong one! Opening the door and walking into the door way with glass of water in one hand and a folded Tesco carrier bag loosely hanging over my cock I was greeted with a couple sleepy faces. I quickly apologised and left the room. No idea how much they saw, but figured it was best to get back to Amy asap.

“Can’t believe you went out there with just a bag over your dick, oh thanks for the water”, said Amy on my return.

We both had a sip and I sat back down next to her on the bed. We kissed and lay back again. Caressing her slim belly and caressing her small but firm breasts I resumed exploring her body, under that shirt. Kissing her and gazing into her gorgeous green eyes, “You have a fantastic body Amy”. “It’s not that good”, she stated. “Really is, beautiful face, lovely soft hair”, smelling and kissing her hair, “gorgeous slim tum, great little bum and a lovely tight pussy.”

“Not that good really”, she insisted.
“It is, really. Only one thing to do, let’s undo this shirt and check those little breasts are as good as I think”, then I teased her nipple with my mouth through her shirt.

“No I can’t. You wouldn’t like what you see.”
“From what I’ve felt everything is perfect”, teasing her nipple again though the material.

Cuddling up to me and wrapping her leg over me, she told me, “It’s about my ex-boyfriend, something happened where he let me down badly. Wouldn’t stand up for me in court. A long story, but I can’t let you see me without my shirt”.

“Whatever it is can’t be that bad. When you think about how much I’ve seen already.”

“I’m still not taking it off. Anyway, have you ever used TOYS?”
Suddenly she reached over to her bedside table and pulled out a huge vibrator. I must have been about 15 inches long and circumference of about 7 inches. “Are trying to give me an inferiority complex with that thing?” I asked.

“It’s easy, just put it in, I’m still wet from earlier.” She handed it to me and lay back with her legs open. I moved down the bed, looked up at her, smooth little pussy facing me with her pert little breasts just about noticeable under her shirt. “This is huge and you’re tiny, is this really going to work”. “You’ll be surprised”, she assured me.

I eased the end into her... then a bit more... and a bit more. “Just move it in and out a few times”, she demanded. So I slowly began to pump her with this toy. “Deeper, deeper”, she demanded.

“Faster”. “Deeper”. Eventually she suggested, “not that deep”.

Once I knew how she liked it to be done soon she was really getting into it, until eventually she told me, “that’s enough, put it down”, pointing at the bedside table. With the vibrator, wet with her juices, on the bedside table next to the water we resumed kissing and caressing. Her hands caressing and squeezing my bum.

Suddenly her phone beeped. She reached over and looked worried. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Sure?”
“Yeah, just my ex, he want to come over.”

“At this time? Tell him ‘no’!”
“I am doing”, she said as she typed, “Hopefully he will stay away”.

She put her phone back down and rolled on top of me. We kissed again, this time she was almost animalistic. She then sat on my belly, pinned my arms down and smiled. Starting to gyrate and grind her pussy onto my pelvis, with her bum rocking against my penis. I could feel how wet she was as she gyrated on me with her smooth pussy.

She then reached back and stroked my foreskin back and forth. “You like that?” she asked.
“hum, yes, I know what we could do next.”
“Only if you’ve got something to wear”, she stated. “In my wallet”, I instructed her.

She reached down off the bed to my trousers, her cute ass sticking up, and got a condom out of my wallet. “There we go”, she said, “Just hope it doesn’t break, I’m not on any birth control.”
“Just how hard are you planning to ride me Amy?”
“As hard as I can”, she smiled at me, got the condom out of it’s packed and rolled it down.

She climbed on top of my chest, gyrated a little. Then leaned back and caressed my rubber sheathed penis. Smiled a coy smile, lifted herself up a little and then slowly guided herself onto me. Despite the huge vibrator earlier she was really tight again. Slowly she slide all the down my modest 6 inches and started to gyrate again.

“hum.. feels so good”, I purred as she rubbed her clit into my pelvis, feeling her warm tightness all along my hard dick. I felt as if my dick had grown a couple inches such was the tightness of her fit.
“Oh yes”, I gasped as I firmly held her waist trying to push her further still onto my dick. As impossible as it was to push her any deeper I just couldn’t get enough of how tight she felt.

She pulled my hands away from her waist, put them over my head and leaned close over my chest and started to nuzzle into my neck. Kissing and sucking my neck with her soft tender lips whilst firmly gyrating into me. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take before exploding into her. It felt so good I’d forgotten I was wearing a condom.

After a few minutes I was really struggling to hold on. Noticing the concentration on my face she quizzed, “Are you ok? You don’t look ok?”.
“Fine, I’m great, just really really struggling not to blow my load right now. You feel so good Amy. So Good I feel like I’m going to burst you when I come.”
“Burst me eh?” she laughed. “Like to see you try.”

“As long as you don’t burst that condom,” she added.
“Like to see me try?”
“Yeah,” she laughed.

At that point I sat up, flipped her onto her back, holding her hands above her head, momentarily slipped out of her warm tight pussy, before slamming back in and starting to slam long hard strokes into her.
“Oh that’s it, that what I want!” she stated huskily with a raw passionate sneer, her cute face wrinkled in the sneer. “Put that dick right through me,” she sneered again.

I needed no encouragement and slammed into her harder and harder. Over and over again. The sneer left her face, her head tilted back, her ankles crossed behind my back with her legs surrounding me.

She started to sweetly grunt with each slamming thrust. Me trying so hard not to come, but the sound of her fornicating grunts turning me on more and more. If I could be turned on more!

Eventually I could last no longer and paused briefly, maybe a second, maybe two, before smacking into her wet, tight pussy just one more time. I kissed her sweet nose and gazed into her gorgeous eyes as my penis exploded inside of her. Firmly pushing into her with each pulse.

Feeling my own warm juice surround my throbbing bell in it’s rubber sheath deep within her tight welcome pussy. Tight welcome pussy that was now throbbing and pulsing all around my dick. As her orgasm subsided, she kissed me softly, smiled and said, “oh that was good, but I’m knackered now. Will you hold me whilst I sleep?”

“Certainly.” I kissed her and as her ankles unhooked I rolled off her to her side, which wasn’t far at all in her student accommodation single bed.
She then snuddled into a spoons position with me and said, “hold me”.

I slipped the condom off my now much smaller penis and held it out in from of us with a huge load weighing down the end of the sheath. “No need for the morning after pill,” I joked.
“I certainly got my money’s worth out of you,” she chuckled, “plenty of spunk there!”

I carefully put the used sheath on the bedside table and then held her close, slipping a hand up her top and cupping a breast.

Just then her phone rang. “Leave it”, I said as she sat up urgently. “It’s him, I can’t leave it.”
She answered the phone, ”Hey, it late, or early, whatever.”
“No, I’m alone, who told you that?”
“No, I’m fine really.”
“No, don’t. You don’t have to.”
“You are where? .... Really?”

She put the phone down and her sweet cute face was pale and lifeless.
“He’s on the way over, you’ve got to go, NOW!”
“Who?”
“The ex, he’ll be here in 10 minutes.”
“The one that mistreated you?”
“Err, well, yes..”

“I’ll stay and look after you.”
“No, it won’t work, he’d go mad, really mad.”
“He’ll just have to calm down and accept you’re not with him”.
“No way, he won’t listen, I’m the only person he ever listens to and that's not ofter. He’s a lunatic. A very dangerous lunatic.”

“But..” I tried to speak, but she cut me short.
“No, you must go. Here’s my number, I promise I’ll see you again. You’re great, fun, kind, loving and just a bit good at sex. But please please please, just go home for now.”
On that count I got dressed and kissed her goodbye.

As I left her, the Irish girl came out of her room, winked at me and said, ”Told you he was a nutter, but at least you got a good shag”. “Is he really that bad?”
“You better believe it, but I recon you’ll see her again.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, could hear you two through the wall, it’s a wonder you didn’t break that bed, or each other. A girl doesn’t have sex like that and not come back for more.”

“Thanks”, I blushed slightly.
“Was beginning to think maybe I should have taken you home after all. Anyway you had better get going before nutter boy arrives with his baseball bat.”
Amy then rushed out holding the condom pleading to the Irish girl, “Please take this, put it in your bin, if he finds this in my room he’ll flip!” “Ewey ewe,” said the Irish girl taking the by product of our rampant session.

I then made a hasty departure.