After recovering our composure she got off me and I got up. The room was still dark, save for light spilling in from the spotlight outside. My silly neighbor had put up a fairly big LED spot light the previous Saturday, that shone straight into the living room. I had even complained about it to the owners association but nothing had been done yet. In this moment though, I had the urge to write a retraction letter because with the curtain closed it acted basically as a light filter that just allowed enough in to cast Helen in a warm yellow silhouette in the otherwise dark apartment. She had just bent down to take of the flimsy excuse of a thong she had on. Picking it up in one hand she started getting up and as she did she took off her loose dress. The curly frilly floral fabric made way for silken smooth skin. In real time it wouldn't have taken her more than a few seconds to remove her dress but in that moment time had become slower. As she pulled the dress over her skin I saw the unveiling of a masterful work of art, it almost felt like seeing a marble masterpiece unveiled, carved meticulously and with great care. Her petite feet and ankles gave way to lithely thighs which where connected to razor sharp hips. The light was enough for me to see her outline but what I wanted to see most was still cloaked in shadow. Her dancer belly contracted inward to her core before flaring outward in accommodation of her two perfect B-cups. Her dress cleared her neck and I was able to move again. I found a light switch, and as I flicked it on she went to sit down on a couch. As she did she bent down to loosen the clasp on her shoe but she stopped and looked at me. We locked eyes again and all I did was slightly curl up my lip. She smiled and stopped, she slowly starting sitting back in the couch and lifted an eyebrow in acknowledgement of my request.

"Feel like having that smoke?, Come on lets get upstairs", She got up, walked over and nibbled on my ear while whispering, "why are you still dressed?", "I was starring at you and forgot to undress, wana help a guy out?". She bit down a bit harder and said "Fine lead away".

I took her hand we walked upstairs with building haste. That initial tryst really only got our nerves settled, the real fun was still to come. Reaching my bedroom I flicked a switch and walked over to my dresser where I removed some smokes. I offered her one and she giggled a little when accepting. "You better get some towels, dude this stuff really gets the water works flowing if you know what I mean.", raising her eyebrows in flirtation. As I lit her smoke I said "Got to be honest, I always thought squirting was a porno myth, you know I read somewhere they inject the girls with water or such and they just push it out but I cant be happier that this myth is confirmed.". As she exhaled I lit my smoke and inhaled deeply.

"First time it happened my boyfriend shouted at me as he thought I peed on him, the next time it happened he begged me to squirt in his face, was so hot. After that I really got why they call it the money shot in porn. Fuck, the power trip I got from that was amazing. Damm this shits good man."

"You know I have never done that before, cum on someone's face, for me its about the release so I cum hardest when I just shoot my load inside my partner it feels natural, if I pull out to cum someplace else it feels like I am interrupting a cycle."

By now I was fully naked and with ash tray in hand I walked over to the bed. As I did, she stopped me by putting her foot on my chest. She took anther pull and stubbed out her smoke in the ash tray. I did the same when she handed it back before placing it off to the side.

"You are no little sub boy I can tell that yet you keep looking at my feet and basically begged me not to remove these, why?"

I took her left foot in my left hand and started to trace the outline of her arch with my right index finger. "Lines, its all about the lines they create(my finger kept tracing over her foot) a beautiful woman can be drawn exactly how you would draw a car from the 50's or 60's. Not with rulers or straight lines, no those body's had curve lines that flowed in and out of each other. The designs felt alive in a way because they allowed light to flow effortlessly(my tracing finger moves up long her ankle and down her calve) from one stunningly beautiful part to the next, every line was smooth and silken, not sharp and jagged. Women are smooth and silken(with that my finger finds her moist hole, my thumb presses against her clit), surprise me." With this I bump her blocking leg to the side and I bend down so that I can eat her out. As I reach her crotch and start to kiss her clit she starts to moan and roll a little. I start lapping her clit with my tongue and I slip a second finger in her. The response is immediate, her moans become louder and she pushes my head into her. I continue to build intensity on both the finger trusts and my tongue circles before she suddenly shoves my head down and I know what's coming. Warm salty liquid gushes over my face, it was like taking a shower after a day in the sun, it was like having aged single malt whiskey because what I was tasting was her pleasure, on my face and in my mouth was the end product of her orgasm. It drove me animalistic with lust. I got up and locked eyes with her. Her eyes flared up with lust as she recognized what she had unlocked in me. I slipped in and started to trust mildly, finding my rhythm while I starred at her with red hot lust, her squirt juice dripping from my face onto hers. My trusts became more intense, my left hand moved to cup her head, my right moved underneath her hips. Her legs coiled around my waist tighter and tighter. Her nails scratching trails in my back and inside me that animalistic lust broke down the last little bit of restraint that I had. I gripped her tighter and my trusts became those of a man possessed, the orgasm that hit was unlike any I had before. I felt it in my teeth. As I yelled out and shot my load I felt her pussy start clamping down and not a moment later there was that same warm jet shooting down my leg. I rolled off to the side, nearly knocking over the ash tray and we both just lay gasping for a few seconds.

"I didn't hurt you did I? I could feel I got rough there at the end.", "Oh no, you where just rough enough, god im glad that wimp never showed up. Pass me my smoke would you?"

With effort I got up just enough to get the ash tray, she sat up to get away from the huge wet spot on the bed. "Told you to get towels."

I couldn't care less, linen can be washed after all. The rest of the night followed in this way. We would smoke and talk about our ex's and anything else we could think off, fuck and repeat. I was only around three or four that morning that we both really started to feel icky and went for a shower.

The next morning I woke up to find her gone and only a note on the kitchen counter. On it she wrote "Dear J, last night was such fun, I haven't felt this way around someone in a while. Right now im just a 21 year girl old that had her heart broken and I wont ever allow it to happen again, I have my own degree and my own future to make. I didn't sleep at all last night. I wanted to make you coffee and wake you up but somehow that just doesn't feel like the right thing for me to do right now. I think if I stick around you will come to like me less and I might come to like you less and in so doing we will dull the memory of last night. Lets keep it mysterious. Forever your mystery girl - S"

My heart was broken in a way. The conversations we had during the night were deep and intense. Not the kind I had with my ex never mind a girl I just met. She was right though. It was the prefect evening and maybe it was best keeping it that way. I often wonder about her and wonder if she ever got her career going the way she wanted to. Its safe to say she will always be that mystery girl for me.