Groans on the stairs

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Although I'm a woman too, my eyes couldn't leave her; she was so beautiful and sexy.

I leaned against the wall, eating my lunch—a sandwich and a drink—while my eyes kept scanning her.

She sat on the steps about five meters away from me, her figure tall and shapely like a fashion model, her wavy blonde hair cascading to her waist, black nylon stockings and high heels making her legs appear even longer and more alluring. She wore an expensive grey wool skirt and a white rayon shirt, with a gold necklace around her neck, making her look both noble and charming.

After a while, she shifted her position on the steps, facing me more directly. She held a magazine in her hand, seemingly reading it. It

was past lunchtime, so although this was a room that could hold more than 50 people, there didn't seem to be anyone else there, and of course, no one else could admire her from my vantage point.

She sat there, engrossed in flipping through the magazine, and stretched her legs up the steps, opening her vulva to me. I could clearly and vividly see what lay beneath her skirt.

She wasn't wearing any underwear, only garter belts and nylon stockings. As her thighs parted, I could see the white skin of her inner thighs and her vulva, neatly shaved except for a small triangular patch of golden hair on her labia.

I was completely dumbfounded. I think she was completely unaware of my peeping. I glanced around every now and then, but the world seemed to have forgotten us; no one was paying attention to us, so I could boldly stare at her for a long time.

Then, she lifted her thighs back to their normal position, bringing her knees together, while simultaneously spreading her high-heeled feet about twelve inches apart, allowing me to continue seeing what lay beneath her skirt. Then, she lowered one hand and slowly slipped it inside her skirt… Her palm rested on her thigh above her buttocks, gently stroking her bare, white skin.

At that moment, I felt my love juices gushing from my vagina like a dam breaking, soaking my silk panties.

Then, she placed her hand above her vulva, her beautifully manicured red nails forming a "V" shape on her labia. She gently parted her thighs and labia with her fingertips, and began to rub and caress the pink clitoris with one fingertip.

Oh my god… I was almost going crazy. I had never seen such a beautiful and noble woman masturbate in front of me… Wow! What surprised me even more was that she looked down at me and was smiling at me, a very captivating smile. God, she was truly a beauty!

As she looked at me, she continued to caress herself under her skirt, and I was really about to faint.

Then, she came over, grabbed my hand (which surprised me) and said, "Come on… come with me… I want to show you something good."

I followed her without hesitation, as if bewitched. I was twenty-three years old, and being led by her hand, I felt like a little girl still in school.

We didn't exchange a word on the way. She led me for only one block before we arrived at the entrance of her apartment building on Fifth Avenue. Two doormen nodded to her, opened the door, and we stepped into the elevator.

She still didn't say a word. When we reached the ninth floor, the elevator stopped, but she didn't move, and the doors closed again. I looked at her, and she turned around, smiling at me with a mysterious and alluring smile. She leaned closer, cupped my face in her hands, and slowly brought her cherry-red lips to mine. She began to gently kiss me, kissing my cheeks, my lips… Oh my god! I felt like I was in a movie… or in a dream.

One of her hands moved down my neck to my chest, gently kneading my breasts. A wave of pleasurable tingling went straight to my bones, and my underwear became even wetter.

She whispered in my ear, "Come on, girl… come with me."

We got out of the elevator and went to her apartment. Her apartment was incredibly beautiful, just like in an interior design magazine, with views of parks and museums from the windows. It must have cost a fortune.

She wasted no time and immediately led me to the window, where there was a black leather armchair, about the size of a single bed, and a black and white marble floor. She had me sit down and told me to stay in the room before leaving.

After a while, she returned with a bottle of Cristal champagne and two glasses. Aside from a brief exchange, there was still no further conversation. She poured two glasses of champagne and placed the bottle on the marble floor.

Then she said something strange to me: "Don't drop a single drop…not a single drop…okay? You'll drink it all, won't you? Promise me!"

"Yes…" I thought she meant the champagne and took a sip; it tasted quite good.

She came to my seat, lifted her skirt to her waist, wiggled her hips, placed one high-heeled foot on the leather armchair, and spread her legs in front of my face. I was stunned, yet simultaneously filled with a strange excitement and stimulation. I could smell her perfume and the pungent scent of her vulva, and I began to tremble all over.

She said to me, "Okay, now, you can touch me there... um... the thing you saw 20 minutes ago." Then she stood there motionless, looking at me seductively, sipping her champagne, her bare vulva facing me.

I leaned down and stroked her smooth, supple thighs; the feel of her stockings excited me even more. My hand reached under her skirt and grasped her vulva, caressing it. She placed her hand behind my head and pulled me between her thighs. I offered only slight resistance before she took my place.

She gently turned my face so my lips could touch her labia. Her labia were warm and smooth, exuding a captivating, sensual scent. I kissed her there, tasting the flowing nectar, and then extended my tongue between her labia, sucking one of them into my mouth. I thought, I'm not licking a woman, she's a goddess!

She began to unbutton her top and skirt, tossing them aside, then started to undress me. First, she pulled my top off over my head, then my bra, and then lifted me up, kneeling at my feet to remove my skirt and panties. She looked up at me seductively, sniffed my panties, and then put the crotch of my nylon panties, already soaked with her juices, into her mouth, sucking and licking every drop of nectar. As she licked, she looked at me with seductive eyes, while one hand caressed her vulva.

She made me lie down on the black leather chaise lounge and spread my legs; my vagina was already soaking wet. She pulled my upper body off the chaise lounge so my head and shoulders rested on the marble, then she straddled my face and buried her mouth between my thighs. Her mouth and tongue began to roam incessantly over my vagina, doing things I had never imagined. I felt my juices gushing out unbelievably.

I began to do the same to her with my mouth. The oozing nectar glistened on her pink labia, looking erotic and obscene. I slipped my tongue inside, licking and sucking while moaning, exploring the depths of her vulva and sucking on her pink clitoris.

Her thighs began to clamp tightly around my face, pressing her vulva even closer to my mouth, and she began to urinate. At first, I thought it was just more vaginal fluid, but I was shocked when it sprayed into my mouth. I didn't know what to do. I tried to break free, but her legs were tightly clamped around my head, and the soft skin of her nylon stockings pressed against my face.

Then she said with a hint of seriousness, "You promised not to waste a single drop... If you do this, I'll make you lick it up!"

I was a little scared, but at the same time extremely excited. I put my mouth to her vulva, completely enveloping her vagina, and swallowed what she ejaculated into my mouth as quickly as possible. It was hot, hotter than I expected, and tasted so sexy, lewd, and obscene. I was completely mesmerized, swallowing incessantly, indulging in this perverse excitement and pleasure.

I drank fiercely until she finished, my mouth still there, licking and sucking everything left from her labia to her thighs and nylon stockings.

She loosened her thighs, released my face, and then spread her thighs again, but I wanted to stay there, admiring the beauty of her there.

Next, she asked me to urinate for her. At first it was difficult, I couldn't relax completely, but after a while it started. When my urine gushed out, her mouth tightly gripped my vulva, and I could hear her swallowing. She licked every drop of my urine clean, and then she continued to lick me with her mouth, bringing me to an unprecedented orgasm.

As my trembling climax subsided, she leaned down and kissed my lips. Her lips were slippery from my semen, and I licked them, savoring everything that remained. It was wonderful

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