Since Iuri wasn’t making a move, I decided to take charge. I slowly put my hand over his. His skin was hot, almost feverish from being out in the sun all day. He squeezed back lightly, almost on instinct, and shot me a quick, startled look, but then looked away fast, like he was scared to hold my gaze.
I pressed my leg against his, skin on skin, and guided his big, rough hand up my bare thigh, right under the hem of my miniskirt. I felt him freeze for a second, his breath catching.
“Go on… keep going,” I whispered, voice hoarse.
His hand was huge, heavy, covered in calluses. At first he was shaking, shy, but little by little he got bolder. His thick fingers slid slowly up the inside of my thigh, brushing the soft skin. The higher he went, the more heat spread through me. When he got close to my pussy, a strong shiver ran up my spine and hit the back of my neck.
My nipples stiffened instantly against the thin fabric of my top. I spread my thighs a little wider without even thinking, giving him room. I was already dripping, clenching hard, feeling the cool air coming up from the valley. The roughness of his touch against my smooth skin only made me hotter. I could feel the horniness building fast, almost against my will.
I pressed his hand harder against my thigh, guiding it exactly where I wanted it. His rough, hot palm stuck to my sweaty skin, every callus dragging slowly over me.
“Iuri… kiss me?” I whispered.
I didn’t even wait for an answer.
I leaned in and smashed my mouth against his. He might’ve been ugly as fuck, but his mouth was delicious. Full, thick lips, soft in a way that didn’t match the rest of him. He tasted like sun, sweat, and a hint of mint candy. The kiss started slow and shy, but when he relaxed, his tongue found mine—heavy, hot, exploring carefully, almost scared of being too rough.
I nipped his bottom lip, tugging it with my teeth. He let out a low, rough little moan against my mouth, the sound vibrating straight through my chest and down to my pussy. My hand still held his, forcing those thick fingers higher, closer. The tips brushed the sensitive skin of my groin, right where I was wet. My whole body jolted with a shiver and I spread my thighs wider without thinking, giving him more space.
I was dying for it already, could feel my juices leaking out slow. The need was climbing fast, throbbing in my clit, making my stomach clench every time his tongue pushed deeper into my mouth. I was so fucking turned on, dizzy, heart hammering like it was about to burst out of my chest.
That’s when I glanced sideways. People were watching. A few had their phones out, filming or taking pictures on the low. Curious stares, mouths half-open, looks mixing surprise with judgment. Some older guy shook his head a little, like he was saying “no fucking way.” And I knew exactly what they were thinking: how the hell was a guy like that getting with a hot blonde like me.
I got super embarrassed, felt my face burn with shame. But instead of freezing up, it just made me wetter. Knowing they were watching me let him touch me with zero shame… only turned me on more.
I pulled his mouth close to my ear and whispered low:
“Think we can get out of here? Everyone’s staring…”
He hesitated for a second, looked around, then answered quietly, still shy:
“Can’t go to my place… my parents are there.”
I sure as hell didn’t want to go to his house either. If his parents saw me, they’d definitely tell mine. Better not risk it.
We got up and started looking for a better spot with fewer eyes on us. He took my hand and pulled me toward the other side of the ramp, down a narrow path. There was a low brick wall and, farther ahead, the shell of an old abandoned car—rusted and dented. The place was dark and set back from where we’d been, no lights at all. It was so pitch black I could barely see Iuri, just the tall, skinny outline of him.
Iuri pushed me up against the low wall, pinning me to the rough, cold bricks that made my whole body break out in goosebumps. He didn’t waste time—the shy guy from before started kissing me like he was starving, mouth to mouth, his big tongue invading mine heavy and hot, licking deep while I moaned softly against his mouth.
His hands went straight to my ass, squeezing hard under the miniskirt, fingers digging into the flesh and yanking my body against his. I ground on him as much as I could, my hips rolling first slow, then harder, feeling his cock rock-hard against my stomach, pulsing hot through his shorts. The friction was driving me crazy. My pussy throbbed, soaked as fuck, leaking so much I could feel it running down the inside of my thighs.
I couldn’t take it. I reached down and shoved my hand straight into his shorts, yanking everything out like the world was ending. And holy shit… what a huge cock. When I felt that massive thing in my hand—thick, hot, veins standing out and throbbing against my palm—a raw wave of lust shot through my chest and all I wanted was to feel that dick in my mouth.
I started jerking him off slow, stroking up and down with a firm grip, thumb rubbing over the wet head, spreading the precum already leaking out. I laughed softly into the kiss, almost not believing myself. Diego had only told me to kiss him… and here I was, on my own, going way further. “I really am a huge slut,” I thought. And that thought only made me hornier, wetter, more desperate.
To be continued...