I met Kimmi at a Halloween party I hadn’t even planned to attend, but it was in a rented room in the basement of a bar just a five-minute walk from my apartment, and I couldn’t say no. She was tiny—maybe five-one—with long brown hair that fell in loose waves down her back, brown eyes that shimmered under long, fake lashes, and a body that practically floated through the room. Petite, with boobs that looked large on her small frame, legs wrapped in torn fishnets, and a neon-pink tutu that did an embarrassingly bad job of covering her ass cheeks. Pink glitter clung to her cheeks, nose, neck, shoulders, and even the tips of her ears, like she’d been dipped in pink Himalayan salt. She called it a fairy costume. It looked more like temptation dressed up in wings.
We didn’t know each other, but it wasn’t a large party, so we must’ve had some mutual acquaintances. Kimmi sidled up to me and complimented my costume—a handcrafted creation I’d devised myself, equal parts eye-catching and unique, with just enough fake blood to fit the theme. I complimented her costume as well, not knowing precisely what she intended to be, but knowing that the first word was probably slutty. She had a pink drink in her hand and offered me a sip of something sweet, with a taste of alcohol that was much too strong for it to be her first beverage of the evening.
Kimmi laughed at a stupid pun I made and tilted her head back just enough for the light to catch the glitter on her cleavage. Then she looked up at me through those absurd lashes, batting them once—slow, exaggerated—like a girl from a hundred years ago pretending not to know exactly what she was doing. “Well, you’re a fun one. Maybe we’ll bump into each other later, when the party’s really rocking,” she said with a smirk, before disappearing in a cloud of fairy dust.
Kimmi and I bumped into each other countless times that evening, and each time she gave me a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek or neck, like we hadn’t seen each other in months. As the night wore on, Kimmi made sure to grind on me with every hug and rubbed her face against my neck and shoulders, pollinating me with her pink sparkles. Toward the end of the evening, my cock would stir with anticipation every time I saw Kimmi walking toward me with her arms outstretched. It was a Pavlovian response. I knew I’d feel her tummy press up against my hardness as she marked her territory in glitter.
It was after 1 a.m. when I decided to head out, and I looked around to say goodbye to Kimmi and ask for her number. Kimmi pouted and looked up at me while batting those long, fake lashes— dramatic as ever. “So soon?” she asked. I told her it was past my bedtime, and I’d spent the last hour drinking water and sobering up so I could sleep. “Well, if you’re all sober, can you drive my car to your parking lot? I’ll pick it up tomorrow,” she asked sweetly, explaining that she’d parked on the street and didn’t want a ticket.
I certainly could drive her car the quarter mile to my apartment, but how did she know I lived nearby? Kimmi read the quizzical look on my face and preempted the question. “My old college roommate, Lindsay, invited me to this party. Her boyfriend invited you.” So Kimmi had made the connection I hadn’t, and figured out who our mutuals were. “A girl’s gotta do some research before asking a man to drive her car,” she said with a wink. I just laughed and shook my head while holding out my hand for her car keys.
Kimmi took my hand instead and led me outside. “I can use some air anyway,” she told me. “How about we drive to yours and then you walk me back here?” I was seriously doubting Kimmi’s intentions of coming back to the party, but I quickly agreed as Kimmi led me to her car, both of her hands clasping mine. “I love making out pressed against a car,” she said while her white SUV blinked and unlocked.
I smiled, mystified again by this hot little tease, and leaned down to open the passenger door for her. Kimmi thanked me and ducked under my arm to get into the car- but she made a mistake and turned to face me as she did. I caught her arm and stopped her, leaning over to give her the softest and quickest of kisses right on her lips before turning and gently guiding her into the passenger seat. I heard her whisper fuck before I closed the door and walked around the back of the car so she couldn't see the smirk spreading across my face.
My smirk quickly turned into slack-jawed awe when I saw Kimmi settled into the passenger seat. She had taken off her shoes, her little fishnet-clad feet propped up on the dashboard. Kimmi wiggled her toes at me, and my eyes followed the arch of her legs up to the tutu, where I caught more than just a glimpse of her pink panties. Now it was my turn to whisper fuck, and Kimmi giggled, telling me to keep my eyes on the road. Thankfully, the ride was uneventful, and two minutes later, we both jumped out of the car, eager for a real kiss away from prying eyes.
After a night full of teasing, Kimmi jumped into my arms and kissed me hard, my hands cupping her ass, fingertips tugging at the fishnets beneath her scratchy tutu. We didn’t even make out against the car; we just kissed our way to my apartment. I quickly punched in the code and pulled her inside, straight to the couch, where she straddled me, our tongues meeting hungrily. Kimmi stood up briefly to help me out of my costume. “I’m sure you know what I’ve got on underneath,” she teased, “but I wanna see what you’re wearing.” I was down to a small pair of shorts and a prominent bulge, but instead of hopping back on my lap, Kimmi dropped to her knees between my legs.
She eased me forward and started kissing my pecs and abs while fiddling with the waistband of my shorts. “Is this what was greeting all of my hugs at the party?” she asked with mock innocence as my cock sprang free, slapping against my stomach. “He’s been excited to see you all night,” I said with a laugh. “Well, he can do better than just see me,” Kimmi grinned, then kissed the tip before opening wide and slowly engulfing my throbbing erection in her warm mouth. I let out a deep sigh, threading both hands into her long hair, gently guiding her as she bobbed up and down. Her nails clawed into my thighs, and I leaned back, lost in the feeling of her tongue teasing the underside of my dick.
Kimmi worshiped my cock for a few blissful minutes, waves of pleasure rolling through me with every slow, deliberate movement of her mouth. But I wanted more—we both did. Standing up, I led her to my bed, and she followed eagerly, hopping onto the mattress and wiggling her ass at me with a playful grin. I caught a glimpse of her pink thong and couldn't resist climbing onto the bed after her. I kissed the soft curve of her ass through the fishnets, my lips lingering on her skin. I reached up to shimmy them down, but Kimmi looked back with a smirk and said, “I’ve always wanted to do this.” Then she reached back and tore the fishnets open at the seam, right over her panties. With that, she dropped to all fours and arched her back. “Take advantage of the easy access,” she purred.
I slid Kimmi’s panties to the side, noticing how wet the gusset was, and ran one finger up and down her soaked pussy until she shuddered. I slid a finger inside of her and quickly hooked it against her G-spot. Maybe it was because I was already naked, but Kimmi expected me to go straight to fucking her, not toy with her pussy while she dripped onto my bed. Kimmi gasped when I spat on her asshole and watched my saliva trickle down until it mixed with her sweet juices. She gasped again when I gripped both of her supple ass cheeks and buried my tongue inside of her.
This was the culmination of a night full of teasing, and soft foreplay was not necessary. I bit and nipped at her inner thighs and roughly tongue fucked her pussy. Kimmi moaned as I sucked her vulva between my lips and hungrily hunted for her clit. My hands roughly squeezed her ass, no longer a soft caress or massage. Kimmi buried her face in the sheets and blindly hunted around for a pillow to scream into. I watched her fingertips grasp one and waited as she lifted her head to slide it beneath her. As soon as I saw a little gap between her mouth and the sheets, I took the opportunity to deliver a sharp spank on her right ass cheek. Kimmi yelped, and I smiled as the sound reverberated around my room. I knew everything else after that would be muffled.
I held Kimmi down by her hips and pressed my tongue against her clit, flicking it back and forth while her body quivered. My nose was pressed against her pussy, and I was trying in vain to tease as much of her sensitive sex as I could. Finally, I rolled her over so I could finger her and suck on her clit at the same time. Kimmi used both hands to keep my pillow pressed up against her face, and I used both hands to keep her writhing little body under my control. My left forearm was pressed against her lower tummy with my hand squeezing the top of her thigh. And my right hand was two fingers deep in her tight pussy with my thumb just below her clit, gripping her while I licked her.
Kimmi seized up as she came. Perhaps she gave me a warning that was inaudible through the pillow, but the way her body reacted was unmistakable. I slowed down, then stopped to give her a bit of a breather, and to be honest, I need to catch my breath too. Kimmi pulled the pillow off of her face and gave me a smile and a silent wow, not at all what she had been expecting when she ripped those fishnets for me. I looked at her and then at the pillow and burst into laughter. My navy blue pillow was covered in pink sparkles, and the rest of my bed hadn't escaped the glitter bomb either.
Kimmi stretched and pulled off her top, letting her perky boobs bounce free, her little nipples hard enough to cut through my sheets. She saw me reach into my nightstand and grab a condom, and asked, “Cowgirl, or doggy?” “One minute ago, I would've eagerly said doggy, but now I'm mesmerized by those bouncing boobs,” I replied. Kimmi laughed and scooted over so I could lie down on the bed, before easing herself down on my length, and grabbing my hands to place them on her tits. I squeezed them and played with her nipples while she slowly rocked back and forth before I dropped my hands to hold her hips so she could lean forward and really bounce. Kimmi bounced on my cock perfectly, somehow knowing exactly how to stop at the very end of my length and then dropping down so her clit would crash into my pubic bone.
Suddenly, Kimmi asked me to arch my back so she could put her ankles beneath me. She locked her legs and could no longer bounce the same way. However, it felt so fucking good. I was filling up her tight little pussy, which had somehow gotten even tighter and was like a vise on my cock. I no longer had to hold her hips, as Kimmi was locked into place, and I resumed playing with her boobs while she grinded her pussy back and forth on me. Kimmi’s hands gripped my forearms hard enough to leave a mark as she needily rubbed her pussy against me. Like in heat, she threw her head back and moaned as her clit sought solace from the constant overstimulation she had caused. Every motion, causing her to clamp down tighter and tighter on my dick, I was seeing stars before I realized that I had already cum. Kimmi had felt me throb and pulsate, and decided to match each one with a kegel of her own. Sensitive after orgasm, I was helpless until Kimmi couldn't take it anymore and slumped forward, drooling on my shoulder, and finally releasing her leg lock.
I got us some water, and we caught our breath while laughing about not returning to the party, especially not with ripped fishnets. We ended up going a couple of more rounds that night, getting in some missionary and doggy style. By the time we were done, the coffee shops were open, so Kimmi and I took a quick shower and found something to wear from my closet. We grabbed a quick coffee and breakfast before Kimmi headed home to finally get some sleep.
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