As our tongues wrestle, you lift me and set me on the bed, never breaking contact. You make me feel so fragile, so feminine as you kiss down my neck, ...whispering in my ear sweet little dirty things. Lifting me, you remove the fabric from between us swiftly, deftly. I have no clue when you removed the rest of your clothing, but you are now nude and hard. Your erection pressing against my tiny hard clit, your hands and face busy with my breasts. Moaning loudly you slam into me, throwing your hips. It had perfect branches which allowed me to climb all the way to the top. But I stopped somewhere midway where I could see out but nobody could see me from the leaves. There were a few people in the neighboring gardens that had no chance of seeing me but it still added quite a nice amount of adrenaline to the whole thing.I started by stripping naked. I removed my t-shirt, little red skirt, and white panties with blue flowers and climbed almost to the top of the tree and left them hanging there.. She looked around at the small, but nicely furnished apartment. She figured it had to be his, the guy from last night. Why am I on the couch, she thought, and not in his bed? She laid there trying to decide if she felt any wetness between her legs. She couldnt. She glanced around to make sure no one was watching, reached under her dress and felt between her legs. Her panties were still on. She didnt feel any cum leaking from her pussy. This was strange, she thought. She rolled her tongue. She knows I have to unwind before I go out and talk to those whores in the media seats. In short order, she's sitting naked on my naked ass and massaging my back like only she knows how. I feel the tension melting away and being replaced with a sensation that is rare for me in this job. My cock begins to stir without the aid of a little blue pill. I feel her hair slowly sweep down my back as she moves her ass down to my calves and then massages my lower back and then my ass. She moves her ass.