Cindy Mitchell (author)


Cindy mitchell

My hands were squeezing her ass, under her skirt, and inside her panties, kneading and pulling those firm cheeks. We pulled apart, gasping for breath, finally getting air after the most passionate kissing. She undressed me, kissing each newly exposed part of me, gently kissing off the precum seeping out of my steel like cock. Then it was my turn, to reveal that beautiful young body. First the blouse, then the bra, revealing 2 firm and unusually large Chinese breasts. Dark brown nipples, erect, that I licked, nibbled, sucked, and licked some more. Then I slid off her panties. I wanted the skirt to stay, just a little fetish of mine, having a girl still partly dressed when I fucked her. I pushed hand between her legs, she was soaking wet, I brought it back up to taste the juices and wow, how sweet and delicious. We were desperate for each other, and she lay back on the bed, legs over the end of the mattress, skirt pulled up to her waist, and legs apart, pulling me down on top. I arched myself, sling half of my 7 inches into her. She was not so tight, but tight enough for me to feel her warm vagina burning hot around my cock. Slowly we thrust against each other, but as the tempo quickened, so I went deeper in, and so her moans became louder as she began to orgasm. The kissing was frantic, wet, saliva mixing as we let our instincts dictate the moment. I felt her pussy tighten, grib me vice like, her nails dig into my back, as she cried out in ecstasy and came. I didn’t want to stop, even if I could have, and let my own orgasm explode deep inside her, shooting my seed into her, as our tongues again writhed with sensuous excitement. We lay there, kissing more gently, upon a soaked and stained bedspread, before I pulled my softening cock out, releasing our mixed juices onto the bedspread. We stood shakily up, and she looked at me. ‘I suppose you are married’ she said. I found this a strange thing to say, but could not lie to her. Tears formed in her eyes, slowly running down her face. I held her close, kissing the salty tears away. I felt guilty, but not for cheating on my wife, but for having just given myself to a passionate girl for but a few fleeting moments, knowing it never to be permanent. We kissed again, lay back down on the bed, and made love slowly and tenderly. She had trimmed her pubic hair but it was still a small triangle of soft black fur. I nuzzled into it, finding her clit, and bringing her to more orgasms before again sliding in to give her more of my seed and love. We repeated this again, more vigourously as more effort was needed to make me cum again, the kisses ensuring my cock never flagged. 

She left before sunrise, and we had many more loving and marvelously intimate nights together over the next 3 months before my work was finished and I had to return to the UK.

I still think of Anna, and that most wonderful afternoon in Hong Kong. I wonder what became of her ?

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