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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Her view.
It all started on a normal Saturday, messages started hopping back and forth, we swapped numbers for a WhatsApp group, and it was clear from the beginning that we had mentally connected. I hadn't looked over the photos as much as conversation, I was busy for a chunk of Saturday, yet my watch was notifying me over and over orlf kore messages coming through. This was a good sign, only people we connect with result in such strings of notifications! I checked my phone halfway through rehearsal, over 100 messages in an hour! What was most refreshing was that it wasn't all about sex, or anything physical, it was mental connections being made, genuine connections. Was it too good to be true? Didn't look that way, and we have gotten good at spotting it going wrong. I popped in to the chat, caught up, said Hi and I definitely wanted to meet these lovely people who not only caught my attention intellectually but also physically.
It was agreed to wait and not meet Saturday as our plans had fallen through, even though the connection had been there, I hadn't been there for much of the day. Temptation was strong, especially as conversation flowed in the early evening over WhatsApp, we could still head their way, temptation was so strong. Practicality took over and we agreed to go for Monday instead, which was a night we could do, and head to them after work. We caught up Sunday morning, chatting on and off, the messages getting excited both mentally and sexually, the desire was strong. We tried not to disturb them working, but when our usual Sunday plans fell through, we messaged them. We could now do Sunday evening, what would they say to that idea?
A very clear YES!!! came through quickly, and plans set into motion, where we would go to, excitement built up, and I bought new lingerie, well, who needs an excuse really? I couldn't choose for the evening between two sets, bought them both to decide later...
We got home, and slowly began preparing to go out, soaks in the bath, bubbles, choices of clothes. I picked out a dress I dont wear often, but love, and made the choice of simple but delicious black under the dress, with holdups.
Phill and I eagerly climbed into the car, case of toys, some games and set the address into the satnav. As we drove, we talked, reminded ourselves of anything previously in conversation, the delicious photos, limits, everything. I don't think I have a type, other than someone who can capture my attention in conversation, and hold it with intelligence, both of these two clearly did that. It excited us both, despite the dreary, cold and damp weather, the mood was bright and light. We found the address, warm welcoming lights in the grey misery, found somewhere to park and climbed out the car. I was reminded that it was December, and pulled my shawl tighter round my shoulders and arms to keep warm until we got to the house. We got to the door, we could clearly see the shape of someone in the warmth, with the welcoming image of a log fire showing. Whilst bearing no physical heat, it brought the feeling of warmth to the room. We were quickly welcomed in with hugs, kisses and offers of drinks. If I had been nervous, it rapidly dissipated as the level of comfort grew. She looked fabulous, curves hinted at with a delicious red dress, and a wonderfully geeky Christmassy jumper keeping some things to the imagination. Within 5minutes of arriving there had been a Hot Fuzz reference that had been equally responded to, we both have similar enjoyment in films, this is a good sign. I'm feeling more and more relaxed and comfortable and attracted to the deliciously curvaceous redhead on the sofa. Phill was clearly happy.
Alex appeared having sorted a few things upstairs and paid subtle but delicious attention to small needs, such as a drink, or reaching snacks, even where he sat. It didn't feel like an 'us and them' situation of two separate couples meeting for the first time, but more of a situation where four people with similar interests and desires felt more and more relaxed.
I wondered how to let Alex know I wanted to sit closer, wanted to be nearer to that attention he was pouring over me, while not ignoring anyone else. I didn't need to, I think he understood my body language, and watching Phill get slowly closer to Sharon, he moved closer to me. We leant in, a snuggle, a scritch.
A peek at Phill reveals how engrossed both him and Sharon are in each other, seemingly oblivious of us at this point.
We leaned in for a kiss, more of a kiss, no, I want a longer kiss. I pulled him in closer, a quick glance over, reveals that the other two were very much focused on each other, hands exploring, gently. Alex slid into the armchair closer to me, our bodies comfortably close in the small space, we shift our weights to focus more on each other rather than the surroundings.
Hands exploring, but not too far, no rush and no need to. My nails lightly scritching his back, which I noticed subtle positive responses to, 'oh, he likes that' I've mentally logged that as a good thing. He pulls me in closer, nibbling and kissing my neck, gods I'm going to melt into a pool it feels so good. He whispers in my ear, asking if I wanted to go upstairs, with no hesitation, I knew my answer. I whisper my affirmative response and we stand slowly. I spot a subtle exchange between Alex and Sharon indicating we were going upstairs.
Holding my hand softly, he led me up the stairs, looking back at me, checking I was OK, telling me that any time I need to stop or change what is happening to just tap him and he will make sure it changes. I feel content knowing that even at this point he is thinking of my needs, and caring for me in the way he knows. We get into the bedroom as he tells me he is about to get something from downstairs, but will return and a simple request for the dress to come off. This is something I am already thinking of. I watch as Sharon and Phill are attentively kissing and undressing each other on the other side of the bed. Looking up as I remove my dress I see the most amazing curves framed deliciously with simple black lace. Wow, just wow. She turns round sounding her appreciation of my look, the simple black underwear and hold ups. Alex returns and agrees in his delight and approval. Hands on me, he thanks me for the new and delicious look, and he is certainly appreciating it and me. The next few hours merge into each other, delicious excitement, pleasure and attentiveness as my sexual desires and needs are met and exceeded. It wasn't an evening of constant attention in one way, it was variety, not knowing what he would do next, or how. Just delicious to experience. He kept checking I was OK, when I needed a drink, I was comfortable-even providing a pillow at one point-just making sure that while seeing(and hearing) his wife and my husband in their ecstasy, I was his focus. The gentle occasional touch from her, holding her hand in moments of intense pleasure, exploring her body, while she too checked I was OK.
Curling up between moments to regather ourselves, just felt comfortable and natural, nothing was forced, we regenerated energy before continuing. After depleting energy levels for at least a second time we realised that it was nearly tomorrow, and whilst staying for many more hours was tempting (incredibly so) I needed to have some decent sleep before work in the morning. With gentle kisses, snuggles and conversation we slowly dressed and bid our goodbyes.
The walk back to the car was a chilly, but content one, the conversation flowed honestly the whole way home, how we felt and how it had felt right and we had forgotten that such amazing connections could be made.
We got home, incredibly satisfied in many ways and collapsed into bed to later sleep.
The delightful moment waking in the morning and remembering that despite less than usual levels of sleep, it was entirely worth it and would likely happen again.
I dont often feel quite so comfortable and entirely myself with people, especially those I hardly know, but these two. Absolutely. No need to hide certain aspects of me, no need to pretend. I can be me, 100% me. Liberating. |
