I would never get an opportunity to mingle with such a beautiful girl. While I was thinking so, she came out.Please sit in the chair and remove your p...ant. I wasn’t moving. “Please sit”, she said. I don’t want a blow job, I want to lick your pussy instead, I said. Now, it was her turn, she was stunned. She thought for a while and said, nothing much than that, is that OK? I didn’t say anything and went near her. Both of us were breathing heavily.This is my first time, I’ve never done this before,. She could hear some students in a study group a few aisles away and she prayed desperately that they did not head in her direction. Mixed in with the fear of being caught was a strange sense of eroticism, there was something about the risk of being caught and being in public that excited her."Well lets get this shit show on the road..." she said to herselfShe started to play with her breasts, fondling and handling them in the open air. Her nipples already hard from their exposure to the air. "Together, we pulled the tree out into the lot without any further encounters. We handed the tree off to the guys with the shaker and netter, and headed into the cabin to pay for our purchase and to drink some cider. It was a picturesque little cabin which had been painted a bright red and bordered with white trim.As we walked through the door, we were pleasantly surprised with the smell of pine and a wave of warm air. Wreaths lined one wall and a potbellied stove stood burning brightly in the. The church girl with a dark impulse. The buttoned-up professional that's dying to let her hair down. The newlywed who can't forget an impetuous encounter from her past. The suburban wife with a lifelong fantasy she's never acted upon.It's been that way since high school when I first convinced a short, buxom red-head to let me unbutton her school girl blouse and let me fondle her gorgeous tits. We were both eighteen years old, but I had the confidence of somone much older. I loved every moment.