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...PROFILE


•°o.OThe Missouri TeaseO.o°•

I'm a 28 year old female who loves sex and exploring various aspects of sex. Some people frown on my openness about sex. That's their problem, not mine. Just because a person enjoys sex, doesn't make them a bad person. There are too many uptight close-minded people in this world. Maybe they just need to get fucked good and they will chill. Personally, I think that part of the reason so many people look down upon sex and people who thoroughly enjoy it is because they haven't really explored their sexuality.
I enjoy many other pursuits besides sex. I love movies and music, books and television. I enjoy spending time with my friends and family though I can only take certain family members in small doses. I can usually be found with friends or at my computer, chatting with interesting people. I find most people fascinating. I hate stupid people and liars. So if you are either, please refrain from talking to me.
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Monday, August 28, 2006


I'm driving my car down a lonely stretch of highway when I see a sign for a roadside park. I decide to pull off and stretch my legs a bit. I pull in, put the car in park and kill the lights and ignition. I get out, surveying the landscape looking for a bench or something. I see a bench a few feet away and start walking towards it. As I approach, I hear a soft sigh to my left, in the bushes. Curious, I quietly creep over toward the sound. The sound comes again, a little louder. I can see over the bush and there is a small clearing. I get closer and see a pair of shoes, legs still inside. Next to them, is another pair. It looks as though two people are lying in the clearing. I turn to leave when I hear a stangled moan. I can't help myself, I walk along the bushes until I find a small break in the foilage, just large enough for me to see that there are, in fact, two people. One is a muscular Italian man, the other is a slim brunette. His shirt is off and I can see the moonlight reflecting off the fine beads of sweat shimmering on his back. He is lying half on top of her, his mouth locked on her nipple. Her eyes are closed, body arching towards his eager mouth. I see his hand trail up her leg, over her knee, stopping at the hem of her skirt. Her legs open, seemingly on their own, inviting his hand to move higher. I stifle my own moan as he slides his hand up higher, moving the material up also. I can see proof of her arousal glistening on her shaven lips. His hand cups her mound and I feel my nipples harden. The tingling starts in my loins and I bite my lip, trying to fight the urge to return to my car and masturbate. The woman groans when his fingers part her swollen lips. Her hips lift to meet him, trying to get his fingers on that one sweet spot that will ensure her pleasure. He doesn't cooperate, though. He flicks one of those long fingers across her clit. I hear her gasp, holding her breath. She wants more, I know because I want more when that is done to me. It seemed like forever before he finally worked first one finger then two inside her. Her back arched and she moaned loudly. He raised up, gazing at her rapt face, fingers moving slowly in and out of her. I could hear the very liquid noises with each thrust into her. Her legs were spread wide and the moonlight seemed to spotlight on his fingers in her wet pussy.Her cries of pleasure broke the quiet night, hips bucking wildly. She screamed and her thighs tighten on his arm. He leans down to kiss her, tongues dancing in the moonlight. She pushes him roughly to his back and works her way down his body, undoing his jeans. She yanks them down, along with his boxers, cock springing free. She quickly and expertly wraps her lips around his cock, sucking and lickly wildly. He groans, his pelvis thrusting up towards her mouth. Then he grabs her, pulling her up to straddle his hips. He holds her skirt up out of the way and she guides his cock into her waiting pussy. Somehow, my fingers find their way into my pants and are rubbing my wet pussy. She rides him, head thrown back in total abandonment, moans filling the air. I find myself sitting on the ground, pants around my ankles, fingers furiously rubbing my clit. My eyes are still on them, their love-making so sweet, yet so fierce too. Their moans build in both volume and length, and I hear her scream "I'm cumming." He growls and says "Me too, baby." In my head, I whisper "I am too." He thrusts up one, two, three more times and grunts. Her body stiffens and her breath catches. My own orgasm crashes over me, pussy spasming. I watch as he pulls her down to his lips and holds her. When I catch my breath, I stand, pulling my pants back up and return to my car and drive away. I will never forget them, even though I don't know who they are

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