He looked rugged, and had dark wavy hair. He spoke with an Irish accent, that made me perk up, and had a definite aphrodesiac effect on me. There were so many others around, most had grabbed the first seats on the cable cars. I was sitting in my usual spot on the cable car, on the outside of the bench my legs crossed to one side, which hiked the skirt up my leg, revealing a creamy, thigh. "Excuse me, Miss...

" he said, as he sat next to me, squeezing in. I could smell his cologne, was getting turned-on just by the physical proximity of him, his leg pressed against mine. I looked at him out of the side of my eye, and noticed his eyes were not on the passing scenery of Chinatown, but on my well-developed legs and thighs! I shifted a bit, for him to get more of a look, as my skirt rode up to reveal that I was not wearing underwear. The cool fog did nothing to diminish the heat that was enveloping me, my face, my throat, my body.....my softness was on fire, and I was sure that I would leave a wet spot when I got up from the seat. As the cable car turned round the curve and went up the steep hill, the man slid even further next to me, which made him laugh self-consciously.

"Wasn't expecting that one!" he said with that charming accent, and I replied: "Guess you're new at this." Did I say that? Oh, geez! He laughed again, and his hand pressed against my thigh. I knew that he wanted me then, and I don't know where I got the nerve, but I took his hand, and put it on my leg, sliding it up my thigh.

He took it from there, he very carefully slid his hand in between my legs, and I placed my purse over his hand, which hid what he was doing. He reached in with two fingers and slid them up my softness, as I rubbed my personal place against his hand. I cum very quickly and easily, and the next turn pressed us tighter together, I squeezed my legs to get the full effect of the pressure of his hand.

I looked over and noticed the significant bulge in his pants, which was all I needed to start to cum. He put his thumb up against my personal place, he knew what he was doing, and I shuddered with the force of the orgasm, which I tried to control the spasms of.....

but it was intense, and he knew what was happening, as his expert fingers rubbed me until the spasms subsided.

Nearing Hyde Street, I knew that we were to get off soon well, I had already "gotten off" and I straightened myself a bit.

As I was climbing off of the cable car, he took my hand to help me off, his hand still damp from my softness juices, and he asked me to show him around, as he was new to San Francisco. I blushed, I had never done anything like that before, just cum all over a stranger's hand.

He introduced himself: "I'm Sean, from Dublin...Ireland"he said, unnecessarily!. "Hi, Sean, I'm Debbie, and this is my native city.

Of course I'll show you around, it's the least I could do.

In fact, I'd like to show you more..." As we walked along the wharf, I thought of my favorite secluded spot right under Coit Tower, the Greenwich Street Steps. "Sean, before we take in more of the sights....well, I wanted to reciprocate for that wonderful gift of pleasure you gave me back there." He said: "Okay fair enough", and though he was a bit shy, I noticed that his hard-on wasn't. From Montgomery Street, we climbed the steps to my secret place, and I looked up at Coit Tower, which looked for all the world like a huge phallic symbol, making me hotter at the thought of it! I made sure to walk ahead of him, taking long strides and hiking my skirt up more so that he could get a good view...of my well-developed shapely legs, round, firm soft place , and shaven softness.

He could also get a whiff of my scent, as a breeze was blowing. I found my spot, secluded, but with a view of the Wharf below, between the trees. "Take a look at the view from here, Sean", I said, pointing through the trees, but when I looked over at Sean who wasn't looking at the view I was pointing to, but of another view.

I then settled down onto the grass of the hill, my skirt pulled up, and had undone the buttons on my sweater, which revealed the top of my full breasts.

Sean sat next to me, and then leaned over to kiss me, while his hand had reached over to caress one of my breasts. He opened my sweater to reveal my round, firm tits, and he sucked on my pink, sensitive nipples, making them hard, standing straight out, which had me moaning with pleasure. Then he put his face between my tits, holding them up wit his hands, and running his tongue over the mounds, as if he were walking the San Francisco hills with his tongue.

I wanted him to continue on, but I wanted more to pleasure him...

and to get a taste of his bulging length. "Lie back!", I ordered, and I looked around first to see that we were completely alone, then undid his pants, releasing his erect manhood from its confinement, and oh how magnificent it was, too! I had never had an uncircumcised manhood before, and this excited me even more, and I hungrily took his length into my mouth, as much as I could, toying and sucking at the tip, noticing that it was teasing with pre-cum. He tasted so good, and he ran his hands through my hair as I sucked harder, running my tongue up and down the shaft, and toying lightly under the tip. Sean moaned that he was going to cum, but I didn't want that just yet, and neither did he.

I got up and stood over him, and he got a clear view of my softness over his head, then I knelt down right over his face. He needed no prompting, he grabbed my soft place-cheeks, and pulled my softness toward his face, as he toyed and sucked expertly.

The delicious feeling of his tongue over my personal place and into my love was almost too much, I rocked back and forth to the rhythm of his tongue, and then Sean sucked on my personal place, which sent me into spasms of the most intense orgasm I had ever had.

Sean took me, then grabbed my soft place, as I lifted my soft place high in doggy-style position, as he spread my soft place cheeks wide, plunged his hard tool into my softness, pumping away, all the while, running his hands over my small waist, then round, smooth, soft place cheeks.

The feeling of him was so good, I got hotter and hotter, and thought for certain as he plunged his length deep into me, slowly in, then out, that he was ready to cum.

At that point, Sean's length was teasing with our juices, and I felt him pull out of my softness and was suprised to feel him enter my soft place, at first it hurt a bit, then it felt so good, that I reached for my personal place and started stroking myself while he pumped into my hot, tight soft place.

I pushed my butt up higher, moving in time to meet his length, which was now embedded into my soft place, and I could feel myself cum, as Sean first came into me, then pulled out and came all over my butt.

As we panted for breath, I noticed that this handsome mani had a smile on his face.

"Something amusing?" I asked, as we were putting our clothes back on. "I never realised that the people of San Francisco were so hospitable", he replied. I proved to be a great tour guide that day, and that evening we wound up in Sean's hotel room, where the complimentary chilled champagne warmed us up for another bout of "hospitality" which started out with a long hot bath, soapy caresses and playing in the tub, then onto the bed and the floor for more, and lasted all night until the wee hours of the morning, when my insatiable man had to catch his flight home.