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By *mz87871 OP Man
over a year ago
London |
As Gina stepped out of her car, her 5 inch black heels crunched into the grey gravel of her driveway, alerting her presence to anyone that was nearby. The red soles of her Louboutin's almost matched her flowing red hair which she flicked it back until it sat over the back of her white button down blouse which was done up just about enough to stop her ample DD cup breasts from being in full view.
She was in her late 40's but Gina looked after herself, and took pride in her appearance. She knew she was great looking and wanted to maximise her body as long as she could. She went to the gym at least 3 times a week, often having to politely decline the advances of several males, well below her stature as well as muscular personal trainers trying to secure her as a client. As she climbed fully out of the car, she adjusted her black skirt which sat just above her knee, grabbed her handbag and walked to the front door after a long day at work.
As she walked up the drive, Gina reached into her bag and plucked out her door keys. A wry smile came across her lips as her hand brushed against the small vibrating bullet that she kept in her handbag, as she grabbed her keys. Her mind flicked back to earlier that morning at work, where she had teased a new younger co-worker with some teasing winks and eye contact, and some not so subtle unbuttoning's of her blouse. He was nervous and flustered from Gina's flirting, and when she'd had enough fun playing with him, she'd headed to the bathroom, and brought herself to climax with the bullet.
The key slid into the door, and as she opened the large wooden door, she could see out of the French windows at the back of the house to the garden where her swimming pool sat, glistening crystal blue with the fading sunlight. It looked clean, so the pool boy must have been in today. She flicked off her heels, and turned left, up the wooden stairs to her bedroom to get changed.
As she reached the landing, she was stopped dead in her tracks as she heard something drop to the floor. Motionless, Gina stood in the landing, barely daring to breathe. She heard some fumbling, and as she stood silent, she heard what she could only make out as loud breathing. After what felt like an hour, but was no more than a minute or 2, Gina plucked up the courage to walk further down the corridor to her bedroom. The door was ajar, and she was sure she'd shut it that morning as she'd left for work. She always did.
As she reached the doorway, she could feel her heart pounding. She held her breath and peaked through the crack in the doorway. She instantly felt her heart rate rise further as she saw the back of a man standing by her chest of drawers. He must have been 6 foot, with tanned olive skin, and he was doing what Gina only assumed was playing with himself.
Motionless at the door, Gina realised how hard her heart was beating, but also felt a very slight stream of moisture run down the inside of her thigh. After another 30 seconds stood at the door, she plucked up the courage to make her presence felt. She pushed at the door, and as it swung open and hit the wall, the man turned to face Gina. It was Antonio the pool guy, and in his right hand he was holding a pair of red panties up to his nose, whilst he was furiously rubbing his cock with his left hand. As he turned and saw Gina, he stood motionless and dropped the panties to the floor.
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