I walked across the grass from my flat to hers, feeling the sun's warmth through my thin cotton dress. The door was never locked, too many people going to and fro all the time made it impractical. Friends just dropped in, and roamed through the flat looking for someone to visit. Nice and casual and relaxed, which suited my purposes just fine. I walked in, the cool of the hall a chill contrast to the heat behind me - I felt my nipples harden in reaction. The flat seemed deserted, and for a moment I thought of leaving, then I heard her voice in the bathroom, heard the shower turn on and the start of some song, badly out-of-tune. Smiling, I walked into her room and sat on the bed. Sounds from the shower were muffled, but I could imagine her standing there under the steady torrent of water, running soapy hands up and down her own body, under her breasts, along the smooth arms, down across the taut belly and then between her thighs. My own legs parted slightly, warm from my imaginings, and a slow smile slipped across my face. I was in the perfect mood today!

I heard the water stop, her singing suddenly very loud against the relative silence. A pause while she dried herself, ran a comb through her hair no doubt, although it seldom tangled, then the dull sound of the bolt being drawn back. I jumped up and moved quickly across the room, to stand near the wardrobe, out of direct sight of the door. She walked in unaware, the delicious scent of her filling the room with a damp, sweet odour. Before she had chance to turn, I moved up behind her and softly put my arms around her waist.

Hello, lover", I murmured, my lips on her neck. She pressed back against me, and I could feel my nipples, even harder now, as they pressed into her warm, wet back through the red-patterned robe she always wore. She turned her head slightly, the short dark hair a wet frame around her face, her lips full and enticing. I pressed my mouth against hers, demanding entrance with my tongue, an easy battle for she put up no resistance. A thrill ran through me at the taste of her, cool and minty, and she tried to turn and face me, but I held her close so she could not. My breasts were swollen with lust, but I was not going to rush this. I moved my hands to the tie at her waist, loosened it and pulled her robe apart. A small gasp escaped her as my fingers brushed her belly, and I reached up to cup her small high breasts, the nipples easily as hard as mine. I pulled her even closer, feeling her buttocks pressed against me, and I nibbled her neck again as I slowly drew my hands down her sides and stomach, across her abdomen and down to the dark fuzz at the cleft of her legs. She shifted, moving pale thighs further apart - I held her more securely, left arm around her waist, arm bent up so I could play with her breast, my other hand slipping down the perfect arrow where her leg and body meet. She sighed as I stroked across the fur and down to where the wetness awaited. Her body was cool from the shower, but here at her entrance it was hot and burning. I slipped a single finger down through the dark curls and touched her clit gently with the fingertip - a jolt ran through her, and I supported more of her weight as she relaxed against me. My finger slid down, teasing the little button, pressing against the bone below, and finally sliding inside her wet and sticky hole. I was bent further forward now, her head laid back across my shoulder, my face close to her chest, her breast, which I gently bit, then harder. She moaned slightly and arched her back, leaving room for me to slip two more fingers inside, back and forth, in and out, rubbing up hard against the pelvic bone, then back inside. She was virtually limp in my arms now, and too heavy to hold at that angle, and she murmured a protest as I withdrew my hand, to turn her towards me, cup one buttock, move us both to the bed. My cotton dress was damp from her hair against it, I unbuttoned it and let it fall to the floor, then leaned down to free her arms from her robe.

She lay there, legs parted, arms loose by her sides, watching me with large dark eyes, a dreamy expression on her elfin face. I smiled, and knelt half astride her, bending down to suck a nipple. She reached, caught my face, pulled it up for a deep kiss and put out a hand to caress my breast. I laid down next to her, our bare skin barely touching, yet sending thrills coursing through my body. I nibbled her nipple again, then licked down between her breasts, teasing her navel, moving down her thigh again as I had before with my hand, her dark hair now prickly against my chin. Her breath was coming faster now, and she positively quivered in anticipation. I pulled her legs apart, slid my body further down the bed and gently bit the inside of her thigh. She squealed, and spread herself wider, so that now I could see the pinkness of her, contrasting nicely with the white of her skin and the black of her hair. I placed one hand against her upraised thigh to support her, and moved in to lick the sweet fluid I saw glinting on her hairs and in the folds of her vagina. She tasted clean and sexy, and the soft skin against my tongue was engorged. I licked along the sides of her thighs, then spread her lips wide with my other hand to gain access to her clit. I touched it daringly with the tip of my tongue, knowing from both perspectives how good that felt, heard a gasp and a moan from above me, and out of the corner of my eye could see her kneading her own breasts now, pinching at the nipples and rubbing round. The sight and the sound and the taste of her made me all the hornier, and I let her leg go, sliding that hand, now free, down to finger myself, moving it now and then to rub and pinch my nipples, then back down to my own wet hole. I flicked my tongue in and out at her clit, and began to slide my fingers in and out of her hole once more, my thumb rubbing hard at the flesh and bone in between. She was really panting now, and began to move her hips in time with my fingers' rubbing.

I was vaguely aware of a draft across my bare bum and legs, but I knew the door was shut, so I ignored it. I took her clit gently between my teeth, not biting, just to give her the sensation of the two hard edges against it and felt a shiver run through her. I rubbed myself harder, distracted by my own pleasure, intent on hers, and moved my lips down to her dark hole and nuzzled away there, my sticky fingers now rolling her hard hot button between them and by now she was almost screaming, but quietly. I needed to move one hand round behind her to hold her more securely, as her hips moved and writhed and I squeezed her buttock, one finger sliding naturally across to the edge of her bum hole, playing around it teasingly, never quite sliding inside. She moaned and gasped and arched her back, and my finger slid marginally into her asshole. I knew what she liked best, for no sooner had I touched her there in that most intimate of places, she came suddenly, juices flowing across my lips and hers, her body shaking and shuddering. As she came I reached down to use both hands to bring myself to a climax, pinching one nipple hard enough for it to hurt, desparate to finish, and then for some reason glanced up at the door behind me. It was slightly open, and a pair of eyes gazed at me, I had no idea who they belonged to, nor was I in a position to care, as my hot need drove me to rub away at my sex until I too came with a gasp and lay shuddering, head pillowed against thighs now damp from more than a shower.

I slid myself further up the bed, to take her in my arms and kiss her, running still sticky fingers through her tangled hair, till she took my fingers into her mouth and licked off the mixture of juices, hers and mine, seemingly oblivious to the watching eyes at the door. Then I looked her full in the face, and realised she did know there was another person there. I was about to speak, but she sealed my lips with her own, and began to pinch my nipples and fondle me between my still wet and hot thighs. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the pleasure she was giving me, the cool breeze through the door reminding me we were on show, a thought that gave an extra frisson to what Maryam was doing down there. I gasped, and gave up trying to think...

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