Groans on the stairs

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—my eyes still
scanning her.

She sat on the steps about five meters away from me. Her figure was tall and shapely, like a fashion model. Her
wavy blonde hair reached her waist, and black nylon stockings and high heels made her legs appear even longer and more sensual.
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
alluring.

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

It was past lunchtime, so although the room could hold more than 50 people, there seemed to be
no one else there, and therefore no one else could admire her from my vantage point.

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

She wasn't wearing 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 .

I was completely stunned. 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 floodgate opening, soaking my silk panties.

Next, 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 .

Oh my god… I was almost going crazy. I had never seen such a beautiful and noble woman
masturbate … 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 inside her skirt; I was truly 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."

As if bewitched, I followed her without hesitation. I was already twenty-three years old, but holding her hand, I
felt like a little girl still in school.

We didn't say a word on the way. She led me for only one block before we arrived at
the entrance of an 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; she turned around, smiling at me with a smile full of mystery and allure. 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.

She moved one hand down my neck to my chest, gently kneading my breasts. A pleasurable
tingling sensation shot through me, 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 , overlooking a park and a museum—it must have cost a fortune.

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

A moment later, 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, right? 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, and placed one high-heeled
foot on the leather recliner, spreading her legs in front of my face. I was stunned, yet simultaneously filled with inexplicable
excitement and stimulation. I could smell her perfume and the alluring scent of her vulva; I began to tremble.

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

I leaned down and caressed 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 letting her do as she pleased.

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

She began to unbutton her top and skirt, tossing them aside, and then began to undress me. First,
she removed my top from above my head, then my bra, and then she helped me up, kneeling at my feet, to
remove skirt and underwear. She gave me a lewd look, brought my underwear to her nose and sniffed it, then...
She put the crotch of my nylon underwear, already soaked with her juices, into her mouth and sucked on it, licking up
every last 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 vulva was already soaking wet. She
pulled my upper body off the chair so my head and shoulders rested on the marble, then straddled my face and
buried her mouth between my thighs. Her mouth and tongue began to roam incessantly over my vulva, 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 juices
glistened , looking erotic and obscene. I stuck my tongue inside, licking and sucking, 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 had 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 voraciously, my mouth remaining there until she finished, licking and sucking everything left from her labia to her thighs and
nylon stockings.

She released her thighs, let go of my face, and then parted 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 fully relax. After a while, it
began. As my urine gushed out, her mouth tightly gripped my vulva; I could hear her
swallowing . She licked every drop clean, then continued to suckle me, bringing me to
an unprecedented orgasm.

As my trembling orgasm subsided, she leaned down and kissed my mouth. Her lips were slippery from my
semen; I licked them, savoring everything that remained—
it was wonderful!

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