The invitation was for her to come and look at a space I was using, an abandoned building basically, but I had the key. The place was large, and she was exploring every room. Eventually we were in a room on the fourth floor I never used because one of the windows was broken and the pigeon had got in. But there was an old broken fold-out couch in there. I’d got the sense she was flirting with me, so I put my hand on the small of her back and as she turned to me we started making out. It got hot quickly. She was a travelling artist and hadn’t got a shower in a few days, obviously, because she smelled of B.O, and the more we made out the stronger the smell got, and what I could smell more than anything was her pussy. We wound up on the broken couch and it wasn’t long before we were naked. She had a terrific body, and a healthy natural bush. With her clothes off the odour coming from her wet sex was dizzyingly intoxicating. I lay her on her back, opened her legs, and put my face near her pussy just to experience that scent. I was rock hard, my heart was racing, and our breathing was in a panting sync. Her warmth enveloped me as I entered her, I could feel her vagina pulsing and gripping me. We rolled back and forth grinding and fucking, taking turns on top. Eventually, with me on top she moaned and I could feel her juices flow; a few moments later I couldn’t hold back any longer so slipped out of her and released a pulsing gush of hot jism all over her soft belly. Then we collapsed in a sticky tangled panting exhausted heap. We lay there in the summer heat for an hour or so before renewing our efforts. There was no shower in the building so eventually, toward dusk, we both left reeking of sex.