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Author:  Fox Aston [ Tue Mar 29, 2011 2:04 am ]
Post subject:  LR: 40 Minute Tram Lay
(FOR THOSE NOT IN AUSTRALIA - A tram is a public transport device that is somewhere between a bus and a train)

LR: 40 Minute Tram Lay

I’d just finished my Open Mike event. It was an okay night. Attendance could’ve been better but we had a few readers. I read a good deal of work and was feeling really good. Reading your work aloud can be a cathartic experience, freeing yourself from your inner-self by releasing it to the world and expecting nothing in return. The crowd was warm and applauded every reader. We hung around for beers after the event and eventually got going.

Two other members of the group jumped on the tram with me and we chatted away. Two of us were drunk and we were mostly speaking about unusual stuff. Funnily enough, Dungeons and Dragons was a topic of conversation (which I couldn’t really participate in – I just don’t know enough about it!) as the other two guys are involved in it.

About halfway through the tram trip, right near the casino a hot, hot girl came walking by and I noticed her. She stopped at the door and I heard her, the next moment, calling out to the driver to open the door. I looked over my shoulder and totally fell for her in that moment. She was the look I loved. She was super-skinny, with legs like match-sticks but not out of proportion, just slim like a cat-walk model. She had dark hair which was just below her shoulders and a beautiful face. She was in a black mini-skirt and top but didn’t look like a slut.

Frenchie
18 Years Old
Student
French
Into: Writing, Fashion and Photography

I opened with:
“He’s not going to open the doors here. Just wait till the next stop.”
“But I need a cigarette and I don’t have one.”
“That’s a terrible state to be in. You can’t smoke on the tram you know.”
“I know that’s why I’m getting off.”

She had a French accent because, as I would discover, she is in-fact French. I mentioned that I had a cigarette but she’d have to wait till I get off to get one. She came and sat next to me and I put my arm around her.

We chatted, she complimented us on Australia, she loves the country. My friends (now wings by default!) helped out a lot by keeping the conversation clever, bubbly and flowing. Her English was excellent despite being here for only for a year.

I didn’t really intend to, but at some point, I realised I was “negging” her a lot. Just poking fun at her and being cheeky. But it had a good effect and a few moments later we were discussing getting a drink at my house and me introducing her to my housemates.

We got off the tram and bid farewell to my friends and walked to mine hand-in-hand. We smoked cigarettes and chatted the whole way and before you knew it, we were at my place. We headed inside where James was awake and cracked open some wine and chatted to him. He was his usual charming self and after a while we went upstairs to smoke a cigarette. She loved the view and I held her close. On the way back down she suggested we go to the bedroom. I grabbed the wine and down we went.

Downstairs, we switched to sexual mode straight away. We slowly undressed each other and she talked about how I seemed like I was French, given how liberal I am sexually. This I can’t really deny. I stripped her slowly, kissed her body head to toe and, eventually, began making love to her. She had a stunning body, exactly what I had been looking for and I really enjoyed being inside her. She began to moan and say things like:
“you’re a very big man…”

After twenty minutes, she said “You’ll have to finish yourself off.. I’m tired.” I wasn’t sure what this meant. Maybe she was sore? Genuinely tired? I asked her if she had finished and she said yes, she had and it was good. I kissed her and she began sucking my cock. I played with her clit while she sucked me and she began to whimper while she sucked me. Though, overall, she was very good in bed, she was no good at giving head and after a few minutes I wasn’t really enjoying it. I said:
“You’re really wet, we should have some more sex.”
We proceeded to have sex for another 20 minutes until she stopped me again.
“It’s great, but I can’t have anymore sex!”
She began sucking my cock again, once again in the terrible fashion from before. I accepted this and a moment later, played with her clit and fingered again. I moaned when her technique began to improve in an attempt to encourage her to do it the “right” way or at least a better way and this seemed to have some effect. I wasn’t in the mood for giving her lessons at all.

After some time of her whimpering while sucking me, I began to fuck her again. She moaned out load and after another ten minutes asked me to stop.
“You’re going to have to finish yourself off. No more.”
Right now, I feel like I don’t understand what her problems were. I contemplated jacking myself off onto her tits, but don’t really get off on that honestly.



We had a smoke and fell to sleep.

When I woke up we chatted and I walked her to the station. She works nearby and wants to see more of me for a lot more for casual sex. I gave myself a high-five in my mind
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