The scent of intercourse (Part 5)

22.07.2012 | By: Miriam

This time Miriam can’t resist the charms of her exotic neighbour.

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After a weird and wonderful weekend I feel dizzy and refreshed. I go to work on Monday with lighter feet and, judging by the people I meet on the street, with a more seductive smile.

My Sri Lankan neighbour smiles at me joyfully and asks me how I’m doing in his warm English. I look at him deeply and purr: “Wonderful.”
We arrange to have lunch together in his shop of gift trinkets .As usually, he seduces me with a promise of real Sri Lankan tea.
There aren’t many customers in my shop, so I get to reading some erotic stuff on the Internet. My body is responding much more intensely than usually and I’m all wet when it’s time for lunch. I feel naughty when I head over to the neighbour’s shop.

Mahinda is already waiting for me with two cups and his face is lit up. I naughtily ask if his business is going this well. He only smiles mysteriously, moves his black curls from his forehead and invites me to have some tea.

The tea is as good as usual. Or maybe a bit more? Mahinda asked me meaningfully how I liked the tea today. He says he got a new package. His mother’s asking him if he’s planning to get married. His black eyes are soft and slow as they move across my face, my neck, my cleavage, my breasts (without a bra for a change). His voice is getting softer and softer and his face is getting nearer to mine.

I stopped listening to what he’s been saying some time ago, but I’m watching the movements of his lips and his hands fiddling around with his cup with my eyes slightly closed. Oh, how I want him to touch me, my head is ringing when I almost feel his breath on my skin.
I excuse myself and ask to use his bathroom. He responds with a joke about tea that I don’t understand.

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I sit on the closed toilet lid, flush the toilet and bury my head between my hands. What’s with you, all you think about is sex, I scold myself. But I’m not in the least mad at myself.
In a few minutes, Mahinda knocks quietly and asks if everything is alright. I stand up and open the door. My hair is messed up, I’m tired and slightly dizzy. I lean on the washbowl and nod tiredly. He strokes my hair and almost whispers: “You're very pretty.” I’m surprised at the confession and I smile. Mahinda asks me silently if he can kiss me. I nod, my head buried firmly between his hands. I surrender softly to his explorative lips, which taste like the best tea.

”You smell like sex today,” Mahinda pants and slips his hands across my breasts so that I bend with pleasure.

I don’t know when and how we get on the thick carpet in the hall. My skirt is lifted up, my nylon stockings are who knows where, his shirt is undone and reveals his dark, sculpted torso. His thin fingers slide across the inner side of my thighs and his look is sinking into me hypnotically. He takes my panties off with elegant movements and sinks his fingers into my moistness with a sigh. When he’s certain I’m really, but really aroused, he penetrates me – but not too deeply, just enough to make me hold my breath and then he backs off again. I grab his shoulders firmly, my breathing is jerky, while his is controlled and gentle. He enters me slowly and shallowly and just as I think I won’t feel his entire length, I’m shaken by a deep thrust, so that my head begins to swim and I can’t stop myself from moaning loudly. This is followed by another shallow penetration and stimulation. I’d think he was playing tricks on me, but now I know and just wait until it happens again... oh so deep... Mahinda also loses control over himself and when he hears and feels the galaxies open up and the stars go out in my crotch, he also surrenders to a wave of contractions.

When we get dressed quickly, he strokes my hair with sweaty palms in order to fix my hairdo and kisses me on my dry lips.

I walk out of the little shop of gift trinkets like a cat. I don’t forget to flip over the “open” sign at the door and smile at the salesman whose shirt is a bit too undone for this time of season: “See you around.”