Sierra is fucking hot! #NSFW #SOSS

OK, so, I said that I would take a break. And I have been really good all week keeping my social media attention to a minimum. It’s just that the story I wrote about Sierra wasn’t entirely fiction. There really is a Sierra who I met at Columbia and who used to dance with the New York City Ballet. Just like me, she went back to school after finishing her career. The real Sierra is probably around 40, but you’d never guess that by looking at her.

I suppose once a ballet dancer, always a ballet dancer. Her legs are amazing, her flexibility out of this world, and besides knowing every celebrity in Manhattan’s art world – she went to one of the schools for performers and actors – she is the sickest person I have ever met. I’ve had her over yesterday just to get to know her a little better. She sits in on one of my Columbia classes, although not for a degree.

So she comes over and the first thing she asks is whether she can take a shower. I told her that our hot water was not working, but if that didn’t bother her, she was more than welcome to take a cold shower. I thought that would be the end of it. Who wants to take a cold shower? No so fast. She undresses in my living room, strolls over to my bathroom and takes a 15-minute ice cold shower! Who does that?

Now, the water was not super cold, but I’m not one who enjoys cold showers. I couldn’t help but sneak a peak at her. A body to die for. She shaved every part of her, engaging in some acrobatics in the process. I have a hard time shaving carefully between my legs, but she does it like it’s second nature.

Taken with permission of the person referred to as Sierra in this post

I had to take a quick shot through the door. I love her firm ass, the turned-out ballet legs, the muscles that define her calves. She clearly has spent a lot of time on toe-shoes. If I wasn’t so shy, and she so uninhibited, we might have made a better match. Instead, I got quite a lesson.

So, she gets out of the bathroom, still naked, sits down and asks if I mind her masturbating. She says it’s part of her shower routine and keeps her balanced. OK, I sure didn’t mind. Just too bad she didn’t invite me to join. Then she does the sickest thing.

She pulls out a small bicycle pump out of her backpack, and slides the tube up her ass, after giving it a good cleaning and lubricating her rear. I’m baffled what she’s up to, but don’t dare to ask. All she wants is a towel. ‘It shouldn’t get messy, but there is always a chance.‘ Very thoughtful of her.

With the tube up her ass, she starts to pump slowly. Now she’s clearly in her element. This is foreplay for her. I don’t get what she’s doing, though she moans as if it’s partly pain, and partly coming from the anticipation of getting off on my couch. She keeps pumping and rubbing her hand over her tummy.

This goes on for a few minutes, always with breaks that look like she is massaging her tummy with a bit of scented oil. I still don’t get what she’s doing and it’s been quite a while now. Sierra apparently has her routine.

Then she gets up. WOW! What the fuck just happened here? Coming out of the shower, Sierra had a perfectly flat stomach. Now it looked like she was 6 months pregnant!

“What do you think, a little more?” I was just speechless. Sierra was turned on. I can’t deny that there was something incredibly sexy about seeing a naked, turned on, fucking hot woman with a belly that was visibly extending several inches from where it was before. As if something was growing on the inside.

“Go ahead, touch it.” It’s firm, not hard, more like a balloon. And with the oil over it, my hands glide effortlessly over her belly. I’m not sure what I was thinking, but I didn’t stop at her belly. My hand was sliding further down, her clean shaven pussy parted easily for my fingers to explore. Her outer labia was huge. No piercings, just simply huge. I couldn’t help but pull them apart while she sat back down on my couch.

With one motion, she wrapped her legs behind her head, opening up her pussy like a delicate flower on a tray right in front of me. “Go ahead, I don’t have to masturbate, as long as I have a great orgasm.”

Spreading her labia part, she had a nicely shaped clit that was already a deep pink. She must have had her clit hood removed at some point. There was not scaring, but I’ve seen enough clits to know when someone had work done. She must also have gotten her inner labia completely removed. Where it should have been, it was completely smooth like a quiet waterfall drifting toward her cunt. Just the look of the two wings folding to the side, exposing every part of her pink pussy was getting me totally turned on.

I was kneeling on the floor beginning to let my tongue do the work. Her pussy was so smooth with her legs ‘folded’ behind her head, her clit stood up like a pink pearl displayed on a precious tray. Never had access to a clit been so easy and effortless. I could let my tongue dance around her clit without losing contact, or interrupting the gentle tugging with my lips.

“You can pull hard on my labia, I love what you’re doing”, Sierra encouraged me. I pulled her outer labia further apart and with every bit of extra tension, her clit was pushed out further. I noticed Sierra continuing to pump up her stomach, making it even firmer. The pressure inside must have been tremendous. If she didn’t do this with such confidence and experience, I would have been worried.

Sierra was now groaning like an orgasm was about to rattle her body. I kept up the pace on her clit, which seemed to be at least twice its earlier size. Then Sierra let go of her pump and pushed my head hard on her pussy and clit. I could barely breath. Her body was beginning to shake from the on-setting orgasm. Her legs suddenly found themselves wrapped around my head, almost crushing me between her thighs. Whether I wanted or not, my tongue was locked onto her clit and nothing was going to keep Sierra from having her orgasm.

I was afraid to suffocate, but kept up the stimulation. Sierra’s hands were pulling on my hair, while her legs never loosened their lock on my neck. Then she exploded in a massive orgasm; I could feel every muscle in her body, every contraction, every twitch with my tongue still on her pearl.

I stayed kneeling between her now-relaxed legs for a while. I had never felt another woman’s orgasm as intimately as with Sierra. Never before had I seen a pussy that was shaped for one purpose only – fucking hot sex.

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41 comments

  1. So hot, so honest, you always offer a fresh take on things Francesca. I really enjoyed this and although I doubt it would be my kink you described it in a very sexy way and your cunnilingus skills sound stellar! Amazing.

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    • Thanks, Posy! Your opinion means the world to me. Without you, I wouldn’t even be doing this. It’s a great outlet from my daily life. I guess that’s why I like to pay attention to details πŸ˜‰

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    • I hadn’t either, but as I’ve since found out, it’s a real thing. Looks amazing, but not sure it’s for me πŸ˜‰

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