From: Karina23@aol.com
Newsgroups: rec.arts.erotica,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
Subject: On the Steps of MOMA
Date: 12 Nov 1995 05:38:22 GMT
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Archive-name: steps-of-moma



I've been wanting to tell someone about what happened to me last year,

and I never knew who I should tell it to, until I came upon this

newsgroup, so here goes.



Last year I was visiting New York City for a little vacation. I come

from the south, Florida. I was sitting on the steps of the Metropolitan

Museum of Art on Fifth Avenue when something happened that has changed

my life.



There was a woman sitting a few steps up from me...about 15 feet away

She was so pretty, in fact, beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes from

her. I leaned back against the wall and sat sideways while I ate my

lunch of a sandwich and soft drink and kept glancing at her. I'm

youngish...23, and pretty, but this woman was like a model of

perfection...long legs in nylons, a very expensive taupe colored

tropical wool skirt, and a white rayon blouse. She had on only a little

gold jewelry, but need nothing to accent her looks. She was very

special. Her hair fell in pale thick waves of light gold, almost to her

waist.



After a moment she pivoted her bottom on the steps so that she was

facing more directly toward me. She had a magazine on the step next to

her, and seemed to be reading it. It was later in the day than the

normal lunch hour and although there were more than 50 people on the

massive expanse of steps, it was as though no one else was there,

certainly no one that could see her from my vantage point.



Then she dropped the bomb. She kept reading, and dropped one leg down

straight along the steps, opening herself up to me. I could see

everything under her skirt clearly, vividly. She had no panties on at

all, and wore only garters, and nylons. With her long legs apart like

that I could see the pale insides of her thighs, as white as fresh

cream, and her cunt. She was shaved almost totally bare...there was

only a little triangle of blonde hair above the open lips of her slit.

I was completely mesmerized. I didn't think she knew I was watching, so

I just stared. I looked aroud once or twice, but the world was

oblivious to us.



At one point she lifted her leg again into the normal position, and

putting her knees together spread her high heeled feet about twelve

inches apart so that I was still afforded that view. Then she rested

her hands under her skirt... her palms on her thighs just above her ass

cheeks, and softly rubbed them up and down on her naked skin. My cunt

was dripping like a faucet. My panties were soaked.



She then placed her hands so close to her cunt that her fingernails,

beautifully manicured, were almost meeting at the "vee" of her lips.

Pulling her thighs gently open, using her finger tips, she spread her

cunt lips apart and started rubbing the tip of one finger across her

lips, and almost imperceptibly began flicking the little pink head of

her clitoris. Oh god....I was almost going out of my mind. I've never

seen another woman do that....and such a beautiful one...wow!



She startled me by looking down towards me and smiling. She had a

beautiful smile. God she was flawless, but she continued to touch

herself while looking at me. I wanted to faint.



Well... to get to the point she approached me, took my hand, (surprised

the hell out of me) and said "c'mon... come walk with me...I want to

show you something nice." I didn't hesitate to follow. I'm twenty

three...and here I was being held by the hand...and led along like a

school girl.



We didn't talk...not a word. She led me only a little over a city

block, to the entrance of a Fifth Avenue apartment building. Two

doormen. Tres chic. She led me in, the doormen just nodding to her as

we passed, holding the doors open, and we went into the elevator. Still

not one word more from her. I just stared at her as we went up nine

floors. She turned once and smiled. She also leaned over and kissed me

once...softly...on my mouth...Oh god. It was as though I was in a

movie...or a dream.



Her apartment was like something from an interior design magazine.

Unbelievable. Windows overlooking the park and museum. It must have cost

millons. She wasted no time. Not one second. She led me over to the

window...to a black leather couch knd of thing...but with no back..a kind of

single bed sized seat. The floors were black and white marble squares. She

sat me down and told me to stay there...and left the room.



In a moment she returned...with a bottle of Louis Roederer "Cristal"

Champagne, and two glasses.  Still no words other than little short

statements. Little nothings. She poured two glasses of the champagne

and set the bottle on the marble floor.



Then she said something I thought very odd. She said "Don't spill one

drop..not one drop...ok?... You'll drink it all won't you?... Promise

me!"



I said "Yes..." thinking she meant the champagne, and took a sip. It

was so good.



Then she lifted her skirt up..to her waist, and coming right up to me

as I sat there, shaking a bit,  put one heeled foot on the leather of

the day couch, at my side, and spread open just in front of my face. I

was flabbergasted, and excited. I could smell her perfume...and the

fragrance of her cunt. I began to quiver all over.



She then said, "Now you can touch what you've been looking at for the

past twenty minutes." She just stood there, naked to me, and sipped her

champagne. I leaned forward to touch her. As soon as my hand slipped

under her, to cup her cunt and fondle it, she put her hands on the back

of my head and pulled it into her thighs. I resisted...just a

little...  and she gently pulled my face so that the lips of my mouth

met the lips of her cunt.  She was warm, smooth as a baby, and slippery

wet in between her lips. I kissed her there. She smelled like expensive

french perfume...she tasted like honey and baby powder. I put my tongue

out, in between her lips, and sucked the inner ones into my mouth. She

was a goddess, and I'd never been with a woman.



She began unbuttoning her blouse, unwrapped her skirt and tossed it

aside, and began to pull my clothes off. First my top...over my

head...then my bra...  Then she lifted me by the hand.



Kneeling at "MY" feet, she removed my skirt and panties. She looked up at me

and sucked the wet crotch of my nylon panties into her mouth...she

sucked all of the wetness from the crotch, looking up at my eyes and

fingering her cunt.



She lay me down on the cool black leather and pushed my legs wide

open...I'm blond too, and have my pussy trimmed for my personal feeling

of sexiness. But I look about seventeen, and have little fur there. My

cunt was drenched.



She pulled me halfway off the end of the low leather seat, so my head and

shoulders were on the marble. Then she straddled my face and wasted no time

in burying her mouth down between my legs. Her mouth on my wetness was

unbelievable. She did things with her lips and tongue that I could never

imagine. I tried to do the same kind of things to her. If you have never

sucked on a woman's cunt when she was wet...you have no idea how erotic it

is...how soft..the lips...the inside, when you push your tongue in. I

had never done it before but I felt like a baby drinking mothers

milk...moaning and sucking. Licking her insides and sucking on her

little pink hard clit.



The she held my face between her thighs as she closed them on me....and...

she began to pee. At first I just thought she was gettting wetter. It just

was a little. Then it spurted out into my mouth and caught me by surprise. I

didn't know what to do. I tried to struggle free but she held my head in

between the soft skin above her nylons.



She then said...kind of sternly..."You promised not to waste a drop,"..."If

you do I make you lick it up!" I was afraid, but very excited...I closed my

mouth over her cunt hole..completely covering it and gulped as fast as I

could as she pissed nto my mouth. It was hot. Hotter than I expected...but

tasted so sexy. Raunchy. I was captivated, and kept swallowing.



I drank, swallowing furiously until she finished, and stayed there licking up

everything from her lips, from her thighs and nylons. Then she relaxed her

legs and let them spread open again, releasing my face. But I wanted to stay

there...looking up into her beauty.



Then she asked me to pee for HER....



At first it was hard to do...I couldn't relax enough...



...then it began to come. She held me in such a way that my piss squirted

straight up..like a drinking fountain. And she drank it. She let it splash

over her lips and mouth for a minute...maybe not on purpose...and then

clamped her mouth on my cunt.



I could actually hear her gulping it as she swallowed it all. She swallowed

every bit. Then she used her mouth to suck me to an orgasm like I've never

had before.



When I had finished shaking from the orgasm, she leaned over and kissed my

mouth. She tasted like my pee, and her mouth was slippery from my cum. I

licked her mouth and tasted it all. It was sooo hot.



It was all over very quickly, an hour at most. She directed me to the

bath and told me I could shower if I wanted, but I didn't. I washed my

face, and dressed, and walked back out into the salon.



She kissed me. Holding my hand, slipped a little gold ring on my

finger.  Like a wedding band, but thin... Only now do I believe there

was a significance to this gift. A fine, delicate bit of gold. She then

took me to the door, kissed me once more and slid her hand under my

skirt to touch my cunt again. I had left the wet panties in her

bathroom on purpose, and she was surprised to feel me completely

exposed, naked to her caress, but she didn't say anything to me. Just

"goodbye".



I've never done this again. But I fantasize about it all of the time. and

masturbate thinking of it more often than you can imagine.



When I pee now, on the toilet, I put my fingers into the hot stream and

taste them. It still makes me excited. I love to look at pee pictures

now...and stories about women who drink pee. Karina, of course is not

my real name, but it's very close. I've never wated to share this with

men...The thought is not the same for me, it's a woman that I desire

now. The softness, the lips opening, the stream...



I'm 23 years old, blond, hazel green eyes 5'4" tall and my measurements

are 34c-22-34. That's it. You would never imagine me to be caught in

this web of fantasy if you were to see me. But if you were a beautiful

woman, My mind would be on your thighs, the soft mound of your cunt

sheathed in the wisp of your nylon panties, on the taste of you...hot,

streaming, pale yellow champagne. Oh goddd!



Watch for me. Let your legs part and tease me...



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