I’ve written before about Aida, and her mix of sensuality, sexuality and bashfulness about both of them.

We’d been sleeping together for about six months at this point. I say sleeping, but there was little to no sleeping at this point. Oh don’t get me wrong. I intend no boast about my prowess or staying power. No, Aida just never stayed the night, just slipping over for an evening or afternoon to mine, before heading back before her parents noticed.

Six months in though, we had concert tickets for the next city over. She’d told her parents that she’s be staying in a hotel (and she was 26 at this point!). Instead, and without even telling me, she’d decided to spend the night for the first time.

I can’t claim to know the first thing about how she’d got to the conclusion you’re going to hear about, but she’d clearly been doing planning for days, and probably more, about what would go down that night. I can guess, but she never told me, and probably never would. Whatever thoughts she had about sex, she kept locked up tightly under her dirty blonde hair, with some of them getting acted about but never ever mentioned.

Dirty blonde hair.

Because when we got to mine, she looked at me with, not a sexual smile but just the proudest most excited one, because, unbeknownst to me, she’d clearly been working on a plan. We got into bed and had been there no more than ten seconds when she pulled off her night gown, leaving her in a slightly uncharacteristic g string (I learn, bought for the occasion). She pushed me back onto the pillow and pulled out my cock. This is a new departure. No shyness, no waiting for me to lead. God alone knows how for many hours of anticipation she had been working herself up for, but she took me deeply, wordlessly but quite briefly into her mouth.

Her mouth. Usually blowjobs with her were quite contained, reserved, reticent even. Tonight her mouth was dripping and five seconds in there left me covered in spit. I guess this was part of her image, for no sooner had I got used to the warmth, and the wet, than she took me out; then flicked her dirty blonde hair over the front of her shoulder and wrapped it fully round my cock. She looked at me, smiled that same smile then started to alternate, sucking me, dribbling me, and then wanking me with her hair whilst working the spit and precum into it. Suck, wank, wrap and smear, suck, wank, wrap and smear.

It was amazing. She had an idée fixé and she clearly wanted to show it off. I was waiting for her to end and wait for praise, but her idea was not for this to be the starter. Her hair was the main course. So when I started to breath faster, Aida did not turn to finish with her hand, or to take me in her. No, she made sure that my cock was wrapped tightly into the middle of handfuls of her blonde curls, and wanked me as fast as she could until she saw my back arch and I shot days worth of cum not onto her hair but absolutely into the middle of balled up fistfuls of her her, in places long streaks but mostly just a sticky paste of spit and cum, shot deeply into her hair then spread and matter as she kept on stroking me hard as I came.

Her hair was a complete mess. Cum all through it, stuck together in clumps and tangle, spit literally dripping off. But the smile never left her face as she took her own turn as I went down on her, letting her cum whilst feeling the filthiest, dirtiest blonde in the world