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By (user no longer on site) OP
27 weeks ago
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I watched as she came through the supermarket door, petite in height, busty, a great ass, and a little older. To me this was perfect. It was her suggestion to meet in public first, which I was more than happy to oblige with. I wanted her to feel safe, this was my fantasy. She was willing to go ahead with it if she had that 'automatic safe' feeling.
We had spoken many times online and through apps, conversation mostly general chat with the occasional delving into sexual matters. I learned through time that she loved a guy to go down on her, sometimes it ended in a slight squirt, others may ended up flooded with her juices. The uncertainty of what may happen added fuel to my desires to find out for myself. She stated early in her discussions that sexy lingerie was not something she ever bought into, but two days before where we are she let me know she had bought something white, lacy, and exciting. Further discussions confirmed she would indeed be wearing it to the supermarket.
My fantasy was one I never thought would become reality, at least not without paying. I swore early in my adulthood that that was something I would never do, pay.
The fantasy was to turn up to someone's house, door on snib, and find them waiting wanting. Now that happens all the time but the difference being..... I wanted never to have spoken to her or known anything about her. This was one about pure physical fun, lust and desire..... with respect.
She was pretty open with her personal information, trusting, I knew she lived nearby, and the supermarket seemed like the best public place for her to see me. I knew she was a barmaid (to use a term that is probably no longer acceptable), as I had been in and seen her at work, but never said who I was. I also deliberately never spoke to her, even to order a drink, as that technically would break my fantasy. Not stalking, just checking her out. She wore a black shirt and trousers, semi uniform like. Whilst I was in, she had a few comments from the locals about exposing herself. I was lucky to catch a glimpse of what they were referring to as she wore a maroon lace bra underneath. 2 buttons had popped open leaving a big gap. The view was..... an eyeful which she soon corrected. When she was bending over to fill fridges or such like, I hoped the matching maroon whale tail would show. It didn't.
I just hoped that one day, I'd be removing the trousers she wore and I'd be fucking her from behind, possibly holding on to the strap of the maroon bra I had seen pretty much the front of. |
