Frost

In an unexpected upshot from my last posts someone (who shall always have to remain nameless) invited me round to hers on Monday night. I explained that it was a little late but she suggested that Ted might be very interested in driving me to St John’s Wood and patiently waiting outside to take me home again. She supposed that he would happily amuse himself in his car with a box of tissues for a few hours, if he really had deeply held fantasies about me fucking her, if he was promised the opportunity to taste her cunt on my mouth when he took me home. It seems that she was right, because at ten o’clock he came to pick me up. I left him parked outside her flat. 

I was only wearing heels and my best winter coat, underneath it I was naked. Ted’s car had been warm and it didn’t matter, but when I hurried across the street to the entrance to her apartment block I felt the chill in the air and shivered. My nipples were rock hard and my tits were covered in goose-pimples when I stood in her hallway and unbuttoned my coat. 

She kissed me then her mouth fell unto my breasts. Her warm breath and wet mouth made my nipples even more firm; she raked her teeth against them and then led me to bed.

She’d spent the intervening days reading my entire blog. She knew everything about me and everything that turned me on. She knew how I’d masturbated when I watched her movies, she knew how much I fantasised about her body and she teased and played my body like a musical instrument. I lay on her bed enjoying everything about her being with her. My lips caressed every inch of her body, kissing her all over, inhaling the scent of her skin, tasting her sweat and the sweet musk of her pussy. I lay between her legs, my fingers inside her cunt wanting to give her the quality orgasm she’d so expertly given me. It was all so sensual.

She asked for my phone. I reluctantly left her bed and retrieved it from my coat pocket. She took my handset from me and invited me to return to cunt. I looked up at her over her smooth mound, curling my tongue against her clitoris as she went through my contacts; I knew that she was looking for Ted’s number.

I could hear the surprise in his voice when he answered his phone. 

She started to describe exactly what I was doing to her. As I lay between her thighs I reached between my own legs and played with myself.

“Are you wanking Ted? Are you sitting in your car wanking while your girlfriend is licking my pussy? I’m sure you’d like to be doing that, just as Jayne’s tongue is probing my cunt. Do you know how good she is at licking pussy? You’ve seen her licking Lora’s cunt haven’t you? Well right now she’s licking mine, and she’s doing such a good job. She’s sucking on my clit. She’s made my clit so hard and my pussy so wet”.

Her commentary to Ted made me as horny as Hell.

“She’s fingering her cunt as she’s doing it to me. Your girlfriend’s fingering her pussy as she’s licking my pussy, just like you’d like to do. You’d love to go down on me wouldn’t you Ted? Oh Ted! She’s going to make me cum! She going to make me cum, and all you can do is listen to your girlfriend make me cum. Oh she’s so good. She’s so FUCKING good!”

She dropped the phone and held my head firmly against her cunt. My own pussy reciprocated. I climaxed over my hand as she bruised my top lip with the violence of her orgasm.

We both lay there quietly, listening to our breathing as she stroked my hair. After a while she picked up my phone. Ted was still on the line.

“Ted”, she said, “I’d like you to do something for me”.

I couldn’t make out his answer.

“I want you to get out of your car. On the right hand side of the flats you can see a passageway. Go down there, and you’ll see the refuse bins. Wait there for us will you?”

He must have agreed to do it, because she said nothing else.

She got off her bed and opened one of her closets. At the back was a pair of patent leather thigh legs boots with five inch stiletto heels which she pulled out. She sat on her bed and zipped up the inside of the legs. Apart from the boots she was naked. She took a few steps in front of the floor to ceiling mirror to catch her impressive reflection. I was head over heels in lust with her. Then she returned to her wardrobe to retrieve a warm coat. I wasn’t sure what she was planning, but I knew that I should put my own shoes and coat on. When I was ready she took me to the lift and pressed the button to take us to the basement.

By the bins it was very cold. There was frost forming on the ground. Ted was waiting there looking flustered at the sight of his favourite porn star in the flesh.

“Lie on the floor Ted”, she said.

He did as he was told, shivering against the frosty concrete.

“Now Jayne”, she said, “Ted will be a very happy Irishman, if you’d be so good as to piss on his face”.

I looked at her in horror. But she’d read of my blog and she knew my past. Ted’s eyes pleaded. So I opened my coat and felt the freezing air hit my naked skin. My high heels clattered on the frozen ground on either side of his head. I held the material of my coat away and lowered my pussy to his face. 

I couldn’t go. I wanted to go, but I couldn’t. I hovered over him as he lay on the frosty ground willing myself to release the contents of my bladder over him. I looked up at her as she undid her coat. She was feeling her cunt as she waited for me to piss over the Irishman. Then I finally started to pee. The trickle became a flood and my warm piss flowed over his face and steamed against the frosty ground. Ted moaned with pleasure as my urine gushed over him and with the last dribbles he lifted his mouth to collect my last droplets of piss against his warm tongue.

She helped me to my feet and we looked down at his prone body in a steaming puddle. Without a further word she squatted over him. Her hips lowered over his face and as the thigh length boots framed her often photographed cunt, I knew that Ted would be reliving this event for the rest of his life. In the gloom of the single outside lamp I watched her fingertips separate her pussy-lips then saw a steady stream of pee flow into the Irishman’s open mouth. He gulped down her piss, and when he closed his mouth her urine flowed across his chin and throat. His shirt was soaked and he opened his mouth to gulp some more. The stream seemed relentless but he welcomed everything she gave him. I couldn’t help but finger myself as I witnessed it all. And as the last drops fell over his face, he raised his head of the cold ground to kiss her dripping cunt.

The two of us girls burst in a fit of giggles as Ted sat up. I knew that he’d never even dreamt of such a thing happening. He looked amazed at his own good fortune.

“You must take him home now Jayne. I wouldn’t want poor Ted to die of pneumonia. And besides, I’m sure he’s ready to fuck you really hard now”.