FabSwingers.com forum: Primal hunt

By *ilthyrough OP Man
over a year ago

Here and there

It was a warm summers afternoon. I had selected the cottage with care, it was in the middle of a protected forest. Isolated with its own grounds

The keys were in a safety box that opened with a code.

You arrive 30 mins later as I complete the arrangements in the patio. Your car makes a loud noise on the gravel driveway. The noise is good, it gives us a warning in case anyone turned up

Not that we are expecting others for the weekend.

I close the blinds that showed the rear of the property. You will have to wait until later to find out what I have in store for you.

I hear the doorbell go and see through the keyhole that you have dressed as instructed.

On opening, you step in, we hug and make small talk. You loose your trench coat and present yourself in bright green lingerie with dark green suspenders, sheer tights. I stand and admire the contrast of the attire on your pale skin

I ask you to do a twirl which you do and your skin tone looks only better. I tell you where to leave your bag.

I get the bottle of Prosecco out of the cooler bag and fill two flutes for us. you walk in to the kitchen and look divine. I never get tired of seeing you dressed for me. We kiss and I gently rub your nipples and clit over your underwear

‘How many days?’

‘7. As instructed’

‘Husband?’

‘He never bothers trying’

We make small talk while I gently rub you. Not enough to make you cum, but enough to get you excited.

‘I was expecting you to refuse the drink’ I said after your 3rd drink while my first was only half complete.

The look on your face - priceless.

‘I will give you a 10 minute head start’ I mock you which makes you turn red in anger and shame

You switch to rice crackers to get some solids in, I smile as I know that’s not really going to help.

The heat outside becomes more manageable and I ask if you are ready.

You respond by stripping, tights first

I am so tempted to touch your wet lips that are glistening. I don’t, I grab your knickers that you nicely folded on the barstool. I open the gusset and smell your arousal, lick the wetness. Our eyes lock making eye contact as I taste your sweet drippings.

‘I have caught your scent, you aren’t gonna get far. You smell ripe’ I wink at you

I remove my clothes and fold them next to yours and leave your knickers on top.

‘You go out of the front door, the doors of the house will be locked’

You walk out of the door and I start the timer for 10 minutes. I locked the door right when it counts down to zero, I only have my watch and leave the key in the safety lock.

The hunt begins..