Vix's Licks Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Vix's Licks Pt. 02

... almost outside the door, but it was on the ground floor of a tall block, in a not very salubrious part of town. I felt a bit sorry for her, to be honest. Surely, she could do better than this?

I rang the bell at the building entrance and she buzzed me in and met me at the door of her flat. She'd had no inkling that I had a 'bike, and her jaw dropped at the sight of me.

'Wooow, look at you! I'd no idea you were a biker chick, Vix. Woow. Love the leathers... and the boots. Fantastic. Wow...' She just couldn't stop saying wow. Me in 'bike kit often gets a reaction, but this was one I hadn't quite seen before. I was grinning from ear to ear.

'I take it you approve, then,' I laughed.

'Absolutely... I'm quite turned on, actually.'

To be honest, I didn't know what to expect as a reaction, so this was a nice bonus.

'Come in, come in, I've forgotten my manners,' she said, ushering me inside. The flat was tiny -- only one bedroom -- but she'd made it into a cosy space, with modern but comfy furniture and interesting decor. It was quite obviously an artiste's place.

Once inside, I turned to take her in, she looked so different. The striking makeup was gone, but that didn't mean she was any less beautiful. In fact, without the makeup I could more clearly see her elfin features, and the fact that her lips were luscious even without the lippy. Her haircut, short with a side parting, would be considered masculine on some women, but with a face like hers it just looked ...

... edgy and chic. I felt like a little girl next to her.

She was wearing, very unexpectedly, a short, flared skirt and a vest top, with no bra -- that was quite obvious. I was aching to kiss her and to my massive relief, she grabbed me round the waist, saying 'Shall we carry on where we left off last night?'

'Bit difficult in these leathers,' I said, but we did have a lovely, and very tongue-laden kiss, before I broke away and said, 'Can I get changed?'

'Sure, in the bedroom. Want a brew?'

Oh, yes please. Tea with milk and one sugar please.'

I went into her bedroom, which was surprisingly roomy. Just as well since she shared it with her nested drum set and all its accessories. I stripped off the leathers and some of the under-garments, leaving just my black bra and knickers, then I put the pink polo shirt, and the comfy cotton shorts back on. I emerged barefoot and asked Roo if I could borrow something so I could nip to the 'bike and get my plimsolls, which I'd left in the panniers.

Surprisingly, or maybe not, she was the same shoe size as me. We are roughly the same height, but she's perhaps a little heavier -- not that she's flabby; the extra pounds are all in her bigger boobs, her slightly more curvy hips, and her lovely round bum. She's very sexy, and I was very flattered that she seemed to fancy me!

We sat for a while drinking tea and making small(ish) talk, but there was a distinct sexual tension in the air. She told me that she'd 'Never grown out of ...