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By *RWoody OP Couple
over a year ago
Lincolnshire |
Our stories will be fictional scenarios with some based on our fantasies and/or experiences. Hope they're worth a read!
“Sarah, sorry, I’ve got to go, I’m almost there”.
Jen had arranged to meet Rich at the Premier Inn. He was getting a welcome weekend off from the motorway build, so they thought they’d get out for a few drinks and enjoy the weekend together.
“It should be a fun weekend, plenty of drinks and lots of dancing”.
“I know your fun weekends Jen”, Sarah said laughing, “I’m sure you’ll be having plenty of fun with that hubby of yours”. Sarah enjoyed Rich’s company, we’d always had a laugh when we’d been out together.
I cut the call off and pulled into the hotel car park, as I did so I could see Rich’s work van already here. My tummy did butterflies, I was excited to see him. It had been a couple of weeks since he’d left home to go to work, and I was more than ready to get my hands on him. Just a quickie though Jen, I’d told myself as I walked to the hotel room, it’s getting on a bit and we’ve got to get out. As I walked into the room Rich was already in his going out clothes, my god he looked hot.
“Hey gorgeous”, I said to him as I flashed him a smile, “fancy screwing me? Quickly though, I’m meeting my husband soon”.
“Hey gorgeous”, he said as he gave me a kiss, “later sexy for definite, we best get out now”.
“You’re probably right”, I said laughing as I poured ourselves a couple of quick drinks, “You’re definitely going to be pulling me tonight though”.
“Looking like you do Jen you’ll be getting a few guys trying to pull you tonight, you look bloody gorgeous.”
Rich was right, I did have quite a few guys giving me the eye as we moved from bar to bar. He’s never been a jealous type, so it never worries him, if anything it turns him on when I give a little flirt back. The drinks had been flowing quickly and we were both a little tipsy as we hit the club. It was loud, dark, and had a great atmosphere. As we were dancing together, I was getting ever hornier, knowing that in a few hours Rich would be giving me the seeing to that I was craving. As we were on the dancefloor one guy in particular kept looking at me, I caught him numerous times having a look over. As the floor was packed, I noticed him dance his way slowly over so he was now close to me, seemingly oblivious that I was with Rich.
I saw Rich hold 5 fingers up. We had a thing where doing this meant you needed the loo and would be 5 minutes. You could never hear each other in the club very well so we found this worked better. I gave him a nod and off he went.
I continued dancing and was becoming more conscious of this guy looking at me. I gave him a smile, which he took as a cue to dance next to me. Dancing always makes me feel sexy. This, coupled with the attention this stranger was giving me, made me feel even more worked up than before. I was now really in the mood for a screwing. A little flirt won’t hurt Jen, he seems harmless enough I told myself, and Rich won’t mind. I moved toward him a little. As I danced in front of him, I felt my insides tingle. I wonder if it really is true what they say about black guys, I thought to myself. I stepped ever so slightly closer, so my thigh touched his as we moved to the music. He responded by putting his hand on my hip and pulled me even closer. He was firm with his touch, but not rough. His hand moved to the centre of my back before he started to lower it down toward the top of my bum. As he did so I felt him move my top a little with his fingers, meaning they were now touching my skin just below my skirt’s waistband. Any further down and he would have been touching my knickers, and, with the mood I was in, I’m not sure I would have moved him away. I looked up at him and saw him flash his eyes at me, followed by a half grin.
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