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"Yeah sorry buddy. I’m not surprised this isn’t going well "yes kind of thought it wouldnt go well here on the Scotland forum, its going down well in the Lounge but a more open mix of people there. still im sure you will get brownie points for your comments | |||
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"Yeah sorry buddy. I’m not surprised this isn’t going well
yes kind of thought it wouldnt go well here on the Scotland forum, its going down well in the Lounge but a more open mix of people there.
still im sure you will get brownie points for your comments "Awww don’t be like that buddy. Please.. | |||
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"I'm pissed off with my husband and decide to go out for the night alone. I'm shaved and smooth, skin soft and smelling divine wearing my favourite perfume. I'm wearing my leather mini skirt, suspenders, lace thong, push up bra, black lace blouse and 6 inch heels. It's a Saturday night and I head into town. The merchant city is busy as usual and I spot a group of handsome guys at the bar. Walking past them to get served I deliberately push past and nudge my bum out slightly to bump into a handsome 30 something dark haired man. He apologises, knowing full well it was my fault. I turn and smile, acknowledging that I meant it. Waiting to get served, I feel a body brush lightly behind me and turn to see the guy from before. He gives me a cheeky grin and I push myself back into him. His hard on feels wonderful pressed up against my arse in the leather. He begins to rub against me harder now and slips a hand down around my waist. To anyone at the bar we could be mistaken for an overly affectionate couple. His hand slips down towards the top of my thigh and feels my suspenders through my skirt. I feel his dick pulse against my arse and know what I want now. I take his hand from my thigh and lead him from his friends as they look on confused. He hesitates slightly when he realises that I'm taking him to the ladies but a knowing smile is all the encouragement he needs. Fortunately it's empty. I take him into the the first cubicle, turn to lock the door and press him him against it. Holding his gaze, I slowly unbuckle his belt, undo his buttons and free his beautiful hard dick. I look down and stroke it slowly. "I need you to fuck me deep and hard. Can you do that?" He nods quickly and gulps. I take his hands and raise my skirt to reveal my stockings, lingering over the soft white skin of my thighs. He lowers a hand and brushes over the lacey fabric of my thong and I feel myself pulse under his fingers. He spins me round towards the door with my back to him, pulls my skirt around waist and bites the back of my neck, kicking my legs open at the same time. I just about manage to control my squeal of delight as he slides easily into me and hammers me against the door. ....quite enough of that. Back to the ironing for me now. "  thought I clicked a topic in the Stories and Fantasies forum
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"I'm pissed off with my husband and decide to go out for the night alone. I'm shaved and smooth, skin soft and smelling divine wearing my favourite perfume. I'm wearing my leather mini skirt, suspenders, lace thong, push up bra, black lace blouse and 6 inch heels. It's a Saturday night and I head into town. The merchant city is busy as usual and I spot a group of handsome guys at the bar. Walking past them to get served I deliberately push past and nudge my bum out slightly to bump into a handsome 30 something dark haired man. He apologises, knowing full well it was my fault. I turn and smile, acknowledging that I meant it. Waiting to get served, I feel a body brush lightly behind me and turn to see the guy from before. He gives me a cheeky grin and I push myself back into him. His hard on feels wonderful pressed up against my arse in the leather. He begins to rub against me harder now and slips a hand down around my waist. To anyone at the bar we could be mistaken for an overly affectionate couple. His hand slips down towards the top of my thigh and feels my suspenders through my skirt. I feel his dick pulse against my arse and know what I want now. I take his hand from my thigh and lead him from his friends as they look on confused. He hesitates slightly when he realises that I'm taking him to the ladies but a knowing smile is all the encouragement he needs. Fortunately it's empty. I take him into the the first cubicle, turn to lock the door and press him him against it. Holding his gaze, I slowly unbuckle his belt, undo his buttons and free his beautiful hard dick. I look down and stroke it slowly. "I need you to fuck me deep and hard. Can you do that?" He nods quickly and gulps. I take his hands and raise my skirt to reveal my stockings, lingering over the soft white skin of my thighs. He lowers a hand and brushes over the lacey fabric of my thong and I feel myself pulse under his fingers. He spins me round towards the door with my back to him, pulls my skirt around waist and bites the back of my neck, kicking my legs open at the same time. I just about manage to control my squeal of delight as he slides easily into me and hammers me against the door. ....quite enough of that. Back to the ironing for me now. " Hey OP, fancy going round to finish this women's ironing? I don't think she needs you for much more. | |||
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"I'm pissed off with my husband and decide to go out for the night alone. I'm shaved and smooth, skin soft and smelling divine wearing my favourite perfume. I'm wearing my leather mini skirt, suspenders, lace thong, push up bra, black lace blouse and 6 inch heels. It's a Saturday night and I head into town. The merchant city is busy as usual and I spot a group of handsome guys at the bar. Walking past them to get served I deliberately push past and nudge my bum out slightly to bump into a handsome 30 something dark haired man. He apologises, knowing full well it was my fault. I turn and smile, acknowledging that I meant it. Waiting to get served, I feel a body brush lightly behind me and turn to see the guy from before. He gives me a cheeky grin and I push myself back into him. His hard on feels wonderful pressed up against my arse in the leather. He begins to rub against me harder now and slips a hand down around my waist. To anyone at the bar we could be mistaken for an overly affectionate couple. His hand slips down towards the top of my thigh and feels my suspenders through my skirt. I feel his dick pulse against my arse and know what I want now. I take his hand from my thigh and lead him from his friends as they look on confused. He hesitates slightly when he realises that I'm taking him to the ladies but a knowing smile is all the encouragement he needs. Fortunately it's empty. I take him into the the first cubicle, turn to lock the door and press him him against it. Holding his gaze, I slowly unbuckle his belt, undo his buttons and free his beautiful hard dick. I look down and stroke it slowly. "I need you to fuck me deep and hard. Can you do that?" He nods quickly and gulps. I take his hands and raise my skirt to reveal my stockings, lingering over the soft white skin of my thighs. He lowers a hand and brushes over the lacey fabric of my thong and I feel myself pulse under his fingers. He spins me round towards the door with my back to him, pulls my skirt around waist and bites the back of my neck, kicking my legs open at the same time. I just about manage to control my squeal of delight as he slides easily into me and hammers me against the door. ....quite enough of that. Back to the ironing for me now. " Do you want a chip, salt and vinegar on them. | |||
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"I'm pissed off with my husband and decide to go out for the night alone. I'm shaved and smooth, skin soft and smelling divine wearing my favourite perfume. I'm wearing my leather mini skirt, suspenders, lace thong, push up bra, black lace blouse and 6 inch heels. It's a Saturday night and I head into town. The merchant city is busy as usual and I spot a group of handsome guys at the bar. Walking past them to get served I deliberately push past and nudge my bum out slightly to bump into a handsome 30 something dark haired man. He apologises, knowing full well it was my fault. I turn and smile, acknowledging that I meant it. Waiting to get served, I feel a body brush lightly behind me and turn to see the guy from before. He gives me a cheeky grin and I push myself back into him. His hard on feels wonderful pressed up against my arse in the leather. He begins to rub against me harder now and slips a hand down around my waist. To anyone at the bar we could be mistaken for an overly affectionate couple. His hand slips down towards the top of my thigh and feels my suspenders through my skirt. I feel his dick pulse against my arse and know what I want now. I take his hand from my thigh and lead him from his friends as they look on confused. He hesitates slightly when he realises that I'm taking him to the ladies but a knowing smile is all the encouragement he needs. Fortunately it's empty. I take him into the the first cubicle, turn to lock the door and press him him against it. Holding his gaze, I slowly unbuckle his belt, undo his buttons and free his beautiful hard dick. I look down and stroke it slowly. "I need you to fuck me deep and hard. Can you do that?" He nods quickly and gulps. I take his hands and raise my skirt to reveal my stockings, lingering over the soft white skin of my thighs. He lowers a hand and brushes over the lacey fabric of my thong and I feel myself pulse under his fingers. He spins me round towards the door with my back to him, pulls my skirt around waist and bites the back of my neck, kicking my legs open at the same time. I just about manage to control my squeal of delight as he slides easily into me and hammers me against the door. ....quite enough of that. Back to the ironing for me now. " Im 40 something but thanks for including me   | |||
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