She’d turned up in the town that summer to study. She went by the name Chipmunk, and it somehow fit her; a kind of free spirited hippy type. She always look dishevelled and happy. Apart from her open and friendly spirit, my attention was grabbed by her thick glasses, through which she always seemed to be straining to see. The combination of  her tendency to peer at things closely, her baggy mismatched clothes, and her sweetly curious lines of questioning, made her seem rather non-sexual; a bit of a geek.

One day I bumped into her by the river, although with hindsight I can see she was looking for me, and she asked if she could see my space. I was living in an abandoned building close to the central city area, the perfect studio for a feral character like myself. We grabbed a gallon of cider and headed up. After a glass or two I started a tour of the five story, half ruined building.

It was in an old office with a smashed window, and bloken glass and pigeon feathers on the floor, that I found myself noticing her beauty. As I looked at the soft curve of her neck and shoulder, revealed by her oversized shirt slipping to one side, she caught my eye and smiled. Her eyes were hazel, and they glissened as her pupils dilated. My heart rate increased and I felt a warmth growing in my chest as she moved towards me and kissed me. We stood there kissing and touching each others bodies, and the warmth in my chest spread.

There was a dirty old broken couch in the room, permanently flat now that the back had tumbled over. We fell onto it and began to strip each other’s clothing. Her skin was pale and soft, her breasts full and sensative with large puffy nipples, she had a full auburn bush with a trail of fine hair leading to her warm navel. She hadn’t washed recently, and her sex smelt strong, which drove me even further into desire. I kissed her neck and breasts while I stroked her thighs and touched her crotch. She moaned with pleasure, her hand holding my erect penis firmly. She was really wet, and playing with her labia, and clitorus was easy, and got intense responses from her. I fingered her deeply, feeling the muscles of her vagina, and I spread her juices all over her pussy and thighs.

Eventually I couldn’t hold back and moved to enter her. She spread her legs, and brought me to her with her arms, bringing her hips to meet me as my cock touched her entrance. We kissed deeply, opening our mouths and licking each others wet mouths as I slid into her warm sex.

Propping myself up on my right elbow, and grabbing her voluptuous bum with my left hand, we moved rythmically together. I couldn’t get enough of her body, moving and touching every gorgeous part of her. I pushed in deeply and felt her vagina contract around my shaft, I put my forearm around the small of her supple back, I held her arsecheeks in my hand, I stroked her slippery perineum with my finger tips, feeling myself penerating her, I kissed her behind the ears and on the breasts, and gently sucked her nipples and licked and kissed her armpits.

When we released it was together, she cried out, and I felt her quiver as my cum pumped from my member. The waves of pleasure were intense and long, and I stayed inside her, still gentle moving with small swirls of my hips, until we were both completely spent.

I fell beside her and, half entangle, we stared at the ceiling. We were in no hurry to disentangle, enjoying the warm afterglow of our pleasure.

After half an hour or so we picked up our clothes, dressed, and wandered off to a local hang-out for another drink. We must have smelt of sex.