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By (user no longer on site) OP
49 weeks ago
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Rosa was a good friend, and the friend of an ex. Born in Hungary, she studied in England and was some sort of engineer.
Rosa had a great figure, in my eyes. Perhaps size 20 (by year 2000 measurements, would be 16 nowadays) and a peachy bum, often covered by a short skirt. Humour and personality, gorgeous red hair. Deep, vibrant, I think it was real and very unusual. The most beautiful tone of skin, light caramel.
Having become a trusted friend in our circle, she was able to be a real tease to me. A real mindfuck at times. Obviously I loved that. She was physically suggestive, rubbing against me when there was a reasonable excuse, staring at me, playing with her hair, even feeding me with her fingers. And in chat, she would be bigging me up. She seemed always single, looking for a man, someone educated, attractive, smart and going places. Someone like Vasco, she would tell people, knowing that it would get back to me.
I would play back with her. My favourite to be taking the video camera, zooming in on her breasts and filming. Actually, one time she took exception and started shaking her hand and gave me the finger. A great clip. In truth, she enjoyed my attention.
My then wife would often say to me that Rosa wants to fuck me. "Do you want to fuck her?", she would ask. "No, she's not my type", I'd say.
What a bad liar. She absolutely was a type that could be mine. And although I didn't think her interests in me were real, I could at least fantasize that she really did want me. An occasional wank fantasy over Rosa, who was definitely in the wankbank. And as we all know, the healthiest thing in a relationship are those little nuggets of extra excitement, real or imaginary, that are just outside the boundary of what's supposed to be right.
Anyhow, it was the night of my birthday and I was having a massive party. Massive. Didn't know half of the people there. I lived in quite a large house back then and we had literally fifty people drinking, eating, dancing, chatting, and smoking in the house and the garden. Upstairs however, strictly out of bounds. And my wife was coordinating chaos from the kitchen.
Getting pretty merry, I ran upstairs to get some candles from the spare room at the front of the house. The lights were on everywhere and I walked into the room. Just by the door, she was in there.
"I'm taking a look at this new furniture you've bought. Very nice" she said. "Big sofa bed. Must be very handy if you have guests, but it doesn't leave much room though."
As she said that she squeezed between me, the door, and the thick padded fabric arm of the new sofa bed. I marvelled at her bum as it bulged in that short velvet-like skirt and rubbed against my side. I turned so that it squeezed against my already hardening cock. Before she could get her hands onto the door handle, I had my hands clasped over her breasts from behind, with my knuckles pushing against the hard wood of the door. I could feel her hardened nipples beneath her bra pushing into the gaps between my fingers.
My cock hard against her bum, pushing into her skirt between her cheeks, my mouth against her neck and hair, tongueing her neck gently, her breathing against the door. I waited. No response as we were locked together. Moments passed and I could feel her heart pump against my hand.
In a second, I rotated her round and bent her over the bulky padded arm of the sofabed. She reached her arms out to grasp the seat back and a cushion. "Fuck yes," she replied as I dropped my trousers. My hands strayed under her skirt and with a quick pull on each side, her cream coloured knickers were down. My fingers parted her cheeks, and I entered her.
She was warm and wet and tight. I fucked her slowly and gently, pushing her against the sofa, she moaned lightly in pleasure. Pinning her against the sofabed arm with my cock, I paused. This was something I wanted to savour, not to rush. This was something I'd fantasised about (and something I would regularly fantasize about for the next 20 years!).
The finish was spectacular. Quiet but explosive as I fell on top of her, my fill in to her, and my senses expiring. No need for disturbance. Don't want to alert anyone. After a short moment, I helped her on her feet, pulled up my jeans, and we fixed each others clothes up. She smiled. "Naughty man", she said. I replied by raising my eyebrows.
Only then did I realise that the curtains were open. To the street front. It was very residential but perhaps only a passing car or walker could have seen. Slightly risky I thought. Oh well.
I walked down after Rosa, probably stinking of her. "Was everything alright upstairs?", my wife asked. "Yes, all in perfect order, I switched off a couple of lights, that's all."
"And the candles?", she said. I went back upstairs.
Later that night Rosa came past and asked if I'd been having a good birthday. I said "Yes, I had very special presents this year". She followed up with me. "But I'd heard you've been a very naughty boy.....and you've wet my knickers Vasco". To which I said. "Oh, just a little mistake." "A mistake?" she said as she smiled. "Oh yes, just a little mistake."
The next day after the party, I went out to buy some groceries and near the shop, I put a hand in my jacket pocket. I took out a handkerchief. Wait, no, some cream coloured knickers, size 20. Yes, I did smell them, and I've still got them in my underwear drawer! |
