I saw this girl for several times already in a campus town area. I thought she was Ukrainian escort in Bursa. She visited different houses. I spotted her because she’s exactly of my type: about 160 cm in height, with small and neat head with black straight hair always falling like a waterfall straight down as if the gravity worked on her hair harder than on other objects. Mega-cute face with big eyes under perfectly shaped brows, bright makeup, and cute, retrousse nose with almost invisible nostrils. That picture was standing in front of my eyes for several days after I saw her for the first time, standing at someone’s door, obviously expecting to come in. The second time I saw her running on the street listening to music – in tight shorts and top that profitably underlined her mega-sexy third size. Ohh, fabulous ass! I could give my life to possess it! I could do nothing, however, – I was riding a bus so she disappeared from view in seconds.
But this was the third meeting now – and this time she was standing in front of the other door, on the other side of the town. In a brown skirt very high above the knee, and a pink top that underscored her third size that I was masturbating thinking of it at nights. This time I was walking the street and wanted to approach her – but she just entered the door that swallowed her in the yawning opening of the inner hall. So I’ve decided to wait for her at this place (I had time) – just to try to become acquainted with her.
I walked to the opposing side of the road and sat on a bench under the tree with autumn leaves. Lit a cigarette and just relaxed, watching the entrance of that house. At first, I thought she was Ukrainian escort in Bursa girl who was serving different clients. That was a good explanation why I saw her in different places.
…She got out, descended the stairs and I followed her at some distance, not to make her afraid – and desiring to watch a little as she moves. She approached one of the benches and bent to check on her shoe – at this time, I saw she was not wearing panties! Under the skirt, she was just bare-assed (and naked-pussied). My heart ached for a second and I immediately felt the hardness in my pants. She stood up and continued her way. I did not decide to approach her now and wanted to watch if she would lean over again to make me a happy man.
And she did in 1 minute. Whether she was Ukrainian escort in Bursa girl – I didn’t care at that moment, as I was thrilled by beholding her amazing ass – as she let me see it briefly when she was putting on her elegant leather backpack on the back – and did it in a manner that her skirt lifted up from the rear, allowing me seeing both round buttocks with a neat opening in the midst, between legs, of a diamond shape. I still remember that second before the skirt fell down again – and I often recall it when I masturbate at nights and days thinking of her butt.
I followed her further. She was heading the other part of the town, opposing to which I lived. She made me a happy man again – leaning at some point in time again, double-checking her shoe. She stood low, fully opening her marvelous ass and pussy to me, separating legs in about 15 cm from each other at feet – as if giving me a specifically great moment, just as I wanted her to do – and asked for it – in my head. I was looking at it mesmerized, like at the greatest something in my life. It continued maybe 10 seconds. Pure happiness.
She stood up again and sharply turned right, at the corner. I was still standing. But then I woke up and followed her, turning right at that same corner. And I met her face to face – she was standing and waiting for me.
“Are you following me? Are you a maniac?” Were her questions to me.
“No, no, not at all – I was just… heading in this direction, I liked you,” I couldn’t find the words.
“So, did you like the picture of my ass and a pussy I was giving you?”
I didn’t know what to answer on this so direct and unexpected answer. She was piercingly looking at me with her astoundingly beautiful green eyes, being a queen of the situation. Finally, I said:
“Yes, I loved it. It was the best view in my life.”
“Well, I’ll tell you what – it was my gift to you. But do not dare to follow me anymore, I don’t want that. Just stand here for 5 minutes and then you are free to go anywhere you want – but do NOT follow me. Okay? Thanks!’’
And she went around the left corner. I never saw her again. I don’t know anything about her, including whether she is a Ukrainian escort in Bursa girl or not. But I dream of her every day, masturbating fiercely, recalling her buttocks and super pretty face, imagining that she’s my Ukrainian escort in Bursa girl I call…