Last night I was eating a salad and…don’t be daft.
I was at my pub, meeting a few mates and having the odd drink. Included in the ‘mates’ category is my fwb of the last few months. You know the type; butter wouldn’t melt but my word, how looks can be deceiving.
They say the best way to judge a book is by its cover…
From 9 onwards the clientele of the venue pretty much consisted of our lot, of 8. The fwb and I cross paths as I’m heading to the bar and she’s on her way back from the toilet, I tell her next time to take her underwear off and casually slip them in my pocket.
It’s coming up to last orders, around 11, and she’s been on Stella! I’m smirking to myself as she’s ordering it knowing I’m in for a good night. This happened sooner than expected. I head into the office to dick about as you do, sorting bits out. As I leave and adjacent to the office is the ladies room…I hear Our Stella asking where I am and (later I find out) she’s turned to two mates and told them she’s not going to the toilet but she’s going to fuck me.
At this point the office door is ajar and she enters…the office and stand in…let’s say…a convenient……location, and closes the door. I say closes. I mean delicately slams the hinges off. We get a little fruity and hands start wandering after I move her hand down and she feels her crackers cradling my cock! And laugh about it before bending her over a tight spot and she’s moaning very loud. If the attention wasn’t already focused on us following the door slam. She’s making sure the neighbourhood knows what’s happening behind closed doors. After hearing a mate manoeuvring about trying to get a peak, another peak is reached, I pull out and move her down to get her lips to lock on my wet cock. I do the gentlemanly thing and bring her up to a standing position and try to get my fucked and sucked all nicely tucked in her (my) pants I hooked.
We head back to the bar area separately as I tactically delay my arrival. Which was a complete waste as were being applauded back into the fold.
She thinks she’s gonna get me all embarrassed as she’s whispering to a few mates to keg me as I walk past them. Forgetting that I don’t care and that she’s commando so the focus will soon shift. As the ploy to reveal her undies to the pub, and embarrass me, I’m steps ahead and whip my trousers down displaying them in all their glory including a uncentered pendulum swinging after collapsing from its cradle.
Fast forward to dropping a mate off as I whip my trousers down and make out I’m going to get travel action on the way back to hers. Some action did occur.
Pulled up at hers and were getting into one another and get down and dirty, downstairs. As it’s 2am and two teenage kids and a toddler are upstairs in bed. We move from the sofa to the floor a handful of times and she’s dripping all over me and making a hell of a noise. But the music on TV with its volume set at like 3, will drown that out…apparently. We grab a drink, the fan and some towels during the half time interval before I get proceedings underway again with a show of leadership, an eclectic array of positions and more of her needs are met. Possession is then given away to the home team and she’s proving to be giving Rachael Blackmore in 2021 on Minella Times a run for her money riding her very own MyFellas Nine into the back straight and we’re in for a hell of a finish, as she’s building up momentum, moaning and cursing as she about ready for a monumental final climax and “Oooh my goddddd!!” Is heard from what appears to not be the music but a female teenager entering the living room/sex scene. She bolts up drapping a sofa throw over the front of her all in one sharp movement as she begins damage control, starting with flashing her naked, cum covered body to what now sounds like a pair of teenagers who must have seen me laid on the carpet, standing very much to attention, blatantly in the middle of the room as the door flung open and wasn’t shut as discussions occurred in the kitchen I assumed.
It all happened so fast and the light to dark ratio of the room to the hallway was massively at my disadvantage so I saw no teens or toddlers as I casually waved my wand around the room reaching towards the door to avoid a reprise.
Do I cover myself over? Lay naked? Get dressed? Introduce myself for the first time to her kids. Or kid and her boyfriend? Maybe kid and her dad bringing her home?
I grabbed my phone and collected my clothes from a variety of places and as I pulled my hoodie over my head I’m greeted by news that I “better go cos they’re not calming down”. Still no idea where they are, and I make my way through to the kitchen and to my relieve yet disappointment the peeping toms must have been arguing with their d*unk, naked, breathless, soaked mum, upstairs.
There was a bedroom light on and voices coming from it as I walked past the front of the house…definitely being stared at and judged by…who knows!
Question is…will she come to mine as planned this morning before work dressed as Snow White? Place your bets now please.
Originally posted in The Lounge and wanted to move it here and failed. Hence the duplicate. |
