It was a clear warm spring day. The sun had done some of it’s best work, but was on the way down. I was sitting on a beach looking over the park, when a goddes of a woman with reddish brown hair walk by with a ice-cream. “Is it ok if i sit here?” she asked me and I nodded. The bench was a standard long city bench. Not that dirty or gross and it was without any discomfort she could chose to sit at the far end or if she preferred, she could sit right next to me... she chose to sit on my lab. Quite startled, I just sat there not knowing what to do. “Are you sure that... it’s not that I don’t appreciate...” I said, not wanting her to move. “Oh, my boyfriend is coming in a while. Would you rather him sitting on you?” I said that I did not.
“So, what kind of ice-cream are you eating?” I asked her in the lack of talking about something other how nice it felt to have her sitting with her magnificent behind on my lab. I had to concentrate not to poke her. “Vanilla.” Oh, I answered and said something about it being quite plain. “On the contrary” she started, “did you know that it cost more than any other ingredients pr. Kilo? Only spice more expensive, is saffron”
A man came and sat next to us and he smiled at me and gave the woman a kiss on the cheek. “It grows in Madagasca, but are not native to that island. Vanilla is hard to produce and ...” she kept talking and I found it hard to figure out what to do with that woman sitting on me. She had such a nice neck, with freckles and I just wanted to kiss her and hold her.
Then unwavering, if you can say that about someone who is just sitting on strange men in the park, she asked if I wanted to play a game with her and her boyfriend. Quite vanilla she promised me an told me that vanilla is a type of orchid. I said yes and before I knew it we was in an apartment, in the bedroom and she was sitting on the bed, with her slender body in an summer dress. “The game is follow the leader. My man will do something and you have to do just the same afterward.” I nodded and he striped down to his boxers. So, I had to do the same. He kissed her right hand and I kissed the left one. He the continued to kiss her arm and again I followed suit. When he kissed her neck, I did the same on the other side. Even though the kiss might be soft, short and both by a man, the feeling of the kiss was much different. We kissed her cheek at the same time and he then kiss her lips and did so right after. He kissed her lips again and once more I just repeated the kiss. By kepping it to the little things, to vanilla kisses, she had the time and the capacity to notice the small difference in the way we kissed her. He was much more secure and firmer in his approach and I was a bit more careful, but also curious. He started to fondle her right breast and with out a hesitation I copied on her left breast. He then squeezed, cupped and kissed her nipple, and I tried to copy exactly. We could have been at this all day, and that would have been a great pleasure, but we only repeated the kiss about 14 times. And even though I determined tried to match it exactly, she could clearly feel the difference. Sometimes it not just about the action, but about the person and your story together.
He took off his shorts and his cock were hard and large, I had to copy but produced not as hard or big a dick. Well not to start with. She sucked him off and did the same to me and by then my cock was as hard as it ever was. He just let her do what she wanted and I was fine with letting her do what she wanted to me.
After a short time, he began to lick her pussy though the panties, then got up at we changed places. Her vaginas sent were so pure and inviting. I licked her like I thought he might have done. When I stopped she took of her panties and lay down on the bed and let him enter her slowly. 10 slow thrust deeper and deeper and then it was my turn. I slit my rock-hard cock into her warm and wet pussy. Real slow and shallow to start with, and the all the way in. I gave her time to notice all the different textures, firmness, length, girth. Every little difference between me and the leader. We changed places and a few times. If he fucked her and kissed her tits, I did the same. If she had locked her legs around him, she did it to me too. It was beautiful, she was beautiful. From the sexy feet to the unique birthmarks around her pale sexy body. It all was slow and nice and vanilla. Until it was not. Her mind was ok with it being slow and sexy, but her body wanted more. He fucked her while she blew me and the other way around. She rode him hard and I kissed her breast. She rode me hard and he jizzed all over her perfect bouncing tits.
I was wondering if I should do the same, but she kept riding me straight to the edge and the just in the last second, she got off and I came in her mouth. But she was not done riding. I grab her waist and pulled her over my face and let her admirably purposeful ride my tongue until she came. It took some time, but I enjoy everything.
When she got of, both one and the other way, she slit of my face and down next to me and kissed me. He man had apparently left the bedroom and came back with 3 bowls of one scoop of vanilla ice cream with small bits of mango on top.
Vanilla is king, they was quite resolute about that, but you can always top it off with a little twist.
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