Niki had always been a woman who loved her curves. At 35, her body was a generous hourglass, with large, soft breasts and hips that swayed when she walked. She had a warmth about her, a confidence that drew people in. Today, she was walking through the bustling streets of New Orleans, the French Quarter alive with its usual vibrant energy.
Karl was a tall, striking man with short, curly dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He was 38, with a lean, muscular build that spoke of an active lifestyle. He was sitting at a small café, nursing a coffee, when he spotted Niki. He couldn’t help but admire her, her laughter echoing through the air as she talked to a friend. He decided to take a chance.
“Excuse me, miss,” he said, approaching her as her friend left. “I couldn’t help but notice your laugh. It’s infectious.”
Niki turned, her eyes meeting his. “Well, thank you. That’s a lovely compliment.”
“I’m Karl,” he said, extending his hand.
“Niki,” she replied, shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you, Karl.”
They talked for a while, the conversation flowing easily. Karl was charming, and Niki found herself drawn to him. As they parted, he asked if she’d like to meet again.
“I’d like that,” she said, her voice soft.
The next day, they met at a small, intimate bar. The air was thick with anticipation. They talked, laughed, and Niki could feel the tension building between them. Karl’s eyes lingered on her lips, her breasts, her curves. She felt a heat building within her.
“You know,” she said, leaning in, her voice low, “I’ve always wanted to do something wild.”
Karl raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“Like have sex in public,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the noise of the bar.
Karl’s eyes widened, a slow smile spreading across his face. “That’s quite the fantasy.”
Niki nodded, her breath hitching slightly. “It is. And I think I want to do it with you.”
Karl reached across the table, his hand cupping her cheek. “Then let’s make it happen.”
They left the bar, hand in hand, the thrill of their decision making their hearts race. They walked through the streets, the city buzzing around them. They found a secluded spot, a small alley between two buildings. It was dark, but the moonlight cast a soft glow over them.
Karl turned to Niki, his hands on her hips. “You’re sure about this?”
Niki nodded, her eyes locked onto his. “Yes. I want you, Karl. Right here, right now.”
Karl slid his hands up her sides, his touch igniting a fire within her. He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, tasting her, teasing her. Niki moaned softly, her hands gripping his shirt.
Karl’s hands moved to her breasts, cupping them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples through the fabric of her dress. Niki gasped, her head falling back. Karl took advantage, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nipping at her sensitive skin.
Niki’s breath came in ragged gasps. She could feel the wetness between her legs, her body aching for him. Karl’s hands moved to her zipper, slowly pulling it down. He slipped his hand into her panties, his fingers finding her wetness.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice husky.
“Because of you,” Niki whispered, her voice barely audible.
Karl’s fingers explored her, sliding in and out, making her moan with pleasure. He added a second finger, stretching her, preparing her. Niki’s hips moved in time with his hand, her body begging for more.
Karl removed his fingers, and Niki whimpered at the loss. But her disappointment was short-lived as Karl undid his pants, his cock springing free. Niki looked at it, her eyes widening at its size.
“You’re big,” she said, her voice breathless.
“And you’re wet,” he replied, a smirk on his face.
He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock head teasing her. Niki moaned, her hips pushing forward, trying to take him in. Karl chuckled, holding her hips still.
“Not yet,” he said. “I want to taste you first.”
He dropped to his knees, his mouth replacing his fingers. Niki gasped, her hands gripping his hair as his tongue licked her, tasted her. He sucked her clit, his tongue teasing her, making her moan louder.
“Oh, Karl,” she gasped, her body trembling. “That feels so good.”
Karl stood up, his cock now wet from her juices. He positioned himself at her entrance again, this time sliding in slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size. Niki moaned, her body stretching to accommodate him.
“You feel so good,” she whispered, her eyes locked onto his.
Karl started to move, his hips thrusting slowly, giving her time to get used to him. Niki’s hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
“Harder,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “Fuck me harder, Karl.”
Karl obliged, his thrusts becoming stronger, faster. Niki’s moans filled the alley, her body trembling with each thrust. Karl’s hands gripped her hips, holding her still as he pounded into her.
“Yes, Karl,” she gasped. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Their bodies moved in sync, their moans and gasps filling the air. The danger of being caught added to the thrill, their bodies on fire with desire.
“I’m close,” Niki gasped, her body tensing.
“Me too,” Karl grunted. “Come with me, Niki. Come on my cock.”
Their bodies moved faster, their moans louder. Their orgasms hit them at the same time, their bodies shaking with the intensity. Niki’s head fell back, her scream of pleasure echoing through the alley. Karl groaned, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still connected, their breaths ragged. Slowly, Karl pulled out, Niki whimpering at the loss. He helped her straighten her dress, his hands lingering on her hips.
“That was incredible,” Niki whispered, her eyes meeting his.
“It was,” Karl agreed, a smile on his face. “And I think this is just the beginning.”