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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I met H round the corner from her house. She got into the car and her sensual perfume melted me immediately.
She was wearing all black, looking more leggy and busty than ever, her low-cut tight top pushing her ample boobs up, her skirt revealing her long, thin legs.
I went to kiss her, but she pulled back. “Not here, someone might see!” We drove on into town.
We got to town around 20 minutes later but she’d been quiet all the way. When we finally pulled up, I turned her face gently towards me to kiss her, she gave herself to me reluctantly.
“What caused that?” I asked, caressing a bruise under her eye.
“Him!” she said. “I need a drink, let’s go.” We headed to the bar, found a quiet corner and she started telling me about the abuse. I was shaking, wanting to punch him for what he’d done. “Let’s forget him, I’m here with you now,” she said, almost comforting me.
The drinks flowed and the more she drank, the more she leaned into me, very tactile and kissing me at every opportunity. As the place got busier, we headed to another quieter bar the other side of town. The fresh air hit H and she quickly became more d*unk.
We got to the bar where there was a guy standing ordering a drink. He smiled, she couldn’t keep her eyes off him, even when kissing me and stroking my crotch area. I knew it was him she wanted.
I headed to the bathroom and when I came back, there she was, arm around him, kissing him and hurling abuse back at me from the bar. They headed off, his hand pinching her bum as they left. I never saw her again.
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