My favorite lesbian friend Maria

The shutter of the camera went off several times. I had to catch the moment quickly, and the people behind me were getting closer. Maria waves the hem of her skirt, from beneath which her neat pussy, with a strip of pubic hair, flashes from time to time. Seven o'clock in the morning is quite early for most people in a metropolis, but not too early for Moscow.

Moscow, in general, never sleeps. But I didn't want an empty city either. Maria understood that perfectly well and was ready for it. I'm almost certain that she was always ready for it, but she didn't dare to offer it herself, she was flirtatious. Or maybe she was just waiting for the right opportunity to sell herself. After I spent a week saving her from a mid-summer sore throat - she told me herself that I could ask for what I wanted.

"I want a photo shoot, in the city," I said firmly. I said it - and I was surprised at my own impudence. But Maria didn't raise an eyebrow and agreed at once. I had never waited for such an early alarm clock with such a chill. The very thought that I would take Masha to the city, to the place where people walk, in order to organize an erotic photo shoot - made my thighs clench in sweet exhaustion.

I wasn't going to get lewd at all and demand pornography from her. I was going to get a little naughty and make Maria an accomplice, as I had done many times before, but in a more discreet setting. To give me what I wanted so badly - she didn't have to scuff up her dress from all sides, just enough to open the floorboards.

In the back, it's impossible to suspect anything. But in the front. My eyes now merged with the camera's viewfinder. Her slender thighs were converging in the place where my whole being was tearing up. Panties were out of the question.

That's right, it's an unnecessary detail in the closet of a woman like Maria. She looks, I must say, stunning. A rare, I'd say, one-of-a-kind specimen of such a feminine body. Oval face with a slightly snub nose and a clear chin line, red hair curled into curls, thin neck, fragile shoulders, incredibly thin waist, round ass and appetizing, slender hips.

I love sex. I'd say I'm hypersexual. I can be totally focused on something serious, studying documentation, talking on the phone, watching a horror movie, cooking dinner. But when my eyes catch a picture of a beautiful thigh from under a short skirt, flashed for a moment in the TV screen, in a movie, a program, or even a cartoon, or outside the window - I get a wild desire....

Maria slightly put one leg aside, put her hands on her hips and her quick fingers slid the slit of her skirt so that through the resulting slit opened that part of her, in which I was ready to sink my lips even now, if she only gave me a sign that she was quite satisfied with it. The incredibly beautiful rise of her foot flowed into the delicate calf, curved at the knee, and continued up the inside of her thigh.

Every time I squatted down, my body wanted to explode with orgasm. But it's that "just a second before" - is my true passion. Being in that state, balancing the excitement between conscious and unconscious. Feeling my body like a high-voltage wire. Biting my lips and moaning faintly but uncontrollably to myself. And waiting for her hand to slide over my crotch and bring my tension to its logical conclusion.

The city was waking up around us, with cars driving along the waterfront and people still standing on the other side of the bridge. I was burning with desire to sink my lips into her pussy. My lower belly was cramping sweetly. I was drunk with emotions that easily transformed into a completely physical sensation. Without letting the camera out of my hands as I continued to shoot, I squatted down and almost unconsciously squeezed my thighs together.

I didn't cum only because in an instant Masha changed her face and hastily wrapped herself in her dress. I turned around and saw the closing door leading into the covered hallway of the bridge. Maria was smiling bashfully. Behind the glass, a girl ran past us with a bullet, giving us a fleeting glance. She wanted to go across the street, popped through the door, and caught a very interesting, I think, picture.

I bit my lip, tasted the brackish tang of my blood, but my camera kept filming, probably driven by autopilot. Almost like Pavlov's dogs, with their salivation reflex. In my case, I had it too, but I just added the reflex of clicking the shutter of the camera. Our ridiculous dialog lasted only a few seconds, it was interrupted by a gust of wind that tossed the hem of the dress aside, exposing Maria's thighs and round ass, a perfect view of her naked body from all sides.

Coming off the bridge, we headed towards Gorky Park, more or less automatically. This part of it is rather densely landscaped and it is always crowded. And where was my head? I walked through the park in a semi-conscious state, my eyes searching for shelter. We did not walk along the embankment, but went straight into the depths. Near one of the ponds, behind a cage with some animals, a fence loomed.

That meant that we couldn't go any deeper. I probably would have dragged Masha to the nearest latrine, because I wanted to kiss her so badly. But that thought was slow to enter my head, too. The thick tree by the fence seemed to me the only lifeline thrown to my drowning consciousness. I grabbed Maria's frail hand and dragged her to that dubious shelter.

Once we were there - I pinned Masha against the trunk of the tree. I looked down at her. The tree hid us from view along the paths, but if we had turned off the path and climbed a little higher, everything would have been visible. But now - I was sure that would not happen. I could see no one but my companion, which meant that no one was around. So my trembling body deceived my brain, which was helpless in this situation.

A horny, desperate fool, that's what I had become. But it was as if Maria didn't see any obstacles at all. She was aware of what was happening, but she wasn't embarrassed by it; on the contrary, she looked at me expectantly, wanting it all as much as I did. If my strange infatuation could make me so dizzy, her head was spinning from my condition.

I sank my lips into hers. My palms fidgeted under the hem of her dress and-a moment later-my fingers felt her soft skin. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed my whole body against her. My tongue was in her mouth. I diligently soaked up her saliva. I was thirsty, and the only drink in existence that could quench that thirst was centered in this body. The smell of her perfume and sweat, the scent of her body, permeated my nose.

My knees trembled, my legs shaking of their own accord. My lips crawled down, along her chin to her neck. Her hands rested on my shoulders, and I could hear how loud her breathing became. My hands, without my input, unfastened the belt around her waist. The dress slid open obediently, and my palms crawled to her breasts.

My palm wasn't big enough to fully encompass those incredible mounds. My fingers squeezed the nipples, stroked the contours, circled and crushed my Mary's tits. My lips traveled lower, and at one point one of my Mary's nipples was in my mouth. Her breasts burned with my hot breath. The hair on the back of my neck was clenched by her fist and pressed my head against her body with force.

My hands slid to her ass and I dug my fingers into her buttocks, Maria moaned softly, her legs trembling slightly. Her finger and tangled in my hair, her hands clutched at my head and pointed in the direction I was going. At one point she pulled my head lower with force.

I knew exactly what she wanted, but I had a slightly different plan. With one spout, I slid mine across her tummy, literally falling to my knees in front of her. But at the most interesting moment - I changed the trajectory of my head slightly, and my lips slid lower, to the very tip of her inner thigh. A few millimeters away from my lips was her pussy.

And I licked her thigh, going higher, along her pussy, being careful not to touch the sensual places. The onslaught of her hands intensified, but I was adamant now. I slid my tongue and lips along her pussy to her pubis, where a neat strip of hair interrupted it, and slid down to her other thigh.

I couldn't help myself and snagged her big labia with my lips. I pulled them into my mouth. Maria's fingernails dug into my head, pinning me down. But I wasn't able to stand it myself. I pulled away from Maria's pussy and covered it all with my lips again. My mouth filled with her wet taste. The scent of her aroused body hit my nose.

My tongue slid between her small lips. She was wet. My hands gripped her buttocks, and now I was pulling her to my face. My tongue penetrated her hot and wet slit. It made my mouth fill with salty moisture. I made an almost gulping motion to absorb her juices.

I wasn't just licking her hole, I was licking, sucking the heady nectar out of her! I sucked on her small lips and my middle finger slid to her ass. I felt Maria's ass move toward my finger, literally sliding on it. I didn't keep her waiting, my finger was in her ass.

My lips were pulling her pussy into my mouth. My tongue swirled around her clit. My legs clenched so tightly, but my hips swayed rhythmically, trying to create some semblance of friction of my clit against the rough fabric of my jeans. I knew the panties, long since soaked, would dampen most of the friction, but that only delayed the imminent pleasure. Maria's body suddenly tensed under my thrust, and she thrust herself against me, then arched her ass toward the tree. Her arms filled with incredible strength and literally pinned my head to her crotch. My tongue wandered frantically around her clit, through her clenched lips.

Her breathing became heavy and intermittent. Her hips trembled with exertion. "I'm sorry..." - came a confused female voice from somewhere off to the side. At the same moment my ideas about the strength of my fragile-looking companion were subjected to an urgent revision, I wanted to turn to the voice, but I was so forcefully pressed into Maria's pussy by her own tenacious hands that I did not even try to somehow overcome her pressure.

I closed my eyes and pressed my lips around her clit, continuing to caress it with my tongue. My hands clamped down even harder on her ass, and my finger penetrated even deeper into her ass. Maria's body shuddered. Her hips jerked away from my mouth, but I didn't let her go. In the next instant she jerked forward just as sharply, her knees buckled, and she literally collapsed on my face.

I was overcome with a sense of triumph, Maria was cumming, having such a vivid and prolonged orgasm! How well I understood it. I was trembling myself, staring at her face with only my eyes. My lips were still pressed into her crotch, but my tongue was no longer circling, but gently against her clit. She clenched her teeth, her eyes closed, her breathing almost frozen. Gradually her hands weakened exhaustedly, and I peeled away from her pussy.

Every cell in me was ready to explode from the pleasure I'd just experienced without ever touching myself.

Only now did I realize that I had bruised my knee on the root of our sheltering tree sticking out of the ground. In addition, my legs were stiff and now hummed ticklishly. I tried to get up. It took a lot of effort to get my hips tense again. As soon as I tried to straighten up, a hot explosive wave ripped through my body. Its epicenter was below my stomach.

I felt a billion electric shocks shoot through my body. My eyes flashed in spots so bright I squeezed shut. My own body stopped listening to me and turned into a sticky, thick milk-like, unbelievably sweet epicenter of ecstasy. The orgasm hit me so suddenly that I didn't realize what had happened to me.

I settled back to the ground again, pressing my hands into my crotch, where the sweet madness was coming from. For a moment, my temporarily idle brain began to analyze what was happening. I could hear the sounds of the street again, the distant shuffling of footsteps, some voices in the distance. My nose was barely breathing, and my cheeks were hot and wet, touching something equally hot, but very tender.

My head was a little dizzy, but the sparks in my eyes were greatly reduced, and I was finally able to open them. I found myself sitting on the ground, face pressed against Maria's naked thighs. My knee was sore again. I'd probably banged myself again, falling into unconsciousness from the orgasm that had come over me. I could move, but I desperately didn't want to. My body recovered quickly, though, and I felt my legs stiffen again.

With my hands on the wood, I barely got to my feet and collapsed on top of Masha, pressing my lips against her neck. She wrapped her arms around my ass and whispered that I was a little braver today. I looked around and was surprised to find that the tree, which I had thought was an impregnable fortress and a secure fence, was not as big as I had thought it was. Maria reported that at least two couples had seen us during the time I had been diligently sitting on my knees on her pussy. The first chose to turn away hastily and hurried away.

The second were a little bolder, nodding in our direction, whispering and giggling. And another girl, who came to the tree from the other side, and therefore had not noticed us before, saw in detail everything that was going on here. Maria smiled, saying that the unwilling witness was so stunned that she could not blink or take her eyes off me for a few seconds, but she blushed rapidly, and when she came to her senses she said "I'm sorry" and almost ran away.

As I listened to all this, I felt my face flush bright scarlet. I felt shame. The kind of shame that makes you feel warm. Imagining the picture we had from the outside, my thighs clenched again, the taste of Maria's pussy coming to life on my lips again. Oh... I had another orgasm. Not as vivid as the previous one, but far more unexpected.

I could barely stand on shaky legs. Coming to my senses, I kissed Maria on the lips. "Thank you," I moaned into her ear. She wrapped up her dress, tied her belt, and we walked on. My Day was just beginning.