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By (user no longer on site) OP
16 weeks ago
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This story is all made up, with the potential of becoming reality if it appeals to anyone...... but yes, its just a fun story....
Before looking to sell, I sat in my furnished rental property waiting, unsure if she'd turn up. Beth was a barmaid in my local who had split up with her boyfriend and not quite got over it yet. I joked with one of the other staff that if she wasnt happy with the action she was getting that I had an 'empty' for a few weeks if she wanted something different from the auld man. It was all tongue in cheek but very much deliberate. Her 'auld man' sat beside me as I joked with her, he just shook his head, but he was not the intended ears. Beth, in the background was listening and not hiding it very well.
Two days later I get a text from Beth. 'If you are serious, I might be interested in that offer'. I smiled. 'Hold that thought'. I had to play this one carefully, for you see, I was married, had three kids, played happy families but wasnt feeling any love. The mojo had long since gone but the vacant flat threw up an opportunity. Fun to fantasise about, even talk about it with a stranger or two, but acting on it is a different ball game.
Two days later again, I get a text, 'thought about it more - if you can't get over, get under'. Near enough a quote from Friends. I always joked with Beth in the bar that she should find an 'out', meaning a fuck buddy, I just didn't expect it to be me. I was alone when that text came through and I decided to test her. 'If we are going to do this, there are two things you must consider'. She quickly replied 'go on'. I expected to be told it wasnt for her. I replied 'no granny pants, and no clothes hiding your figure'. She just sent back laughing emojis with 'i'm not the prude you all think I am'. She was well aware she hid her body underneath baggy clothes or tshirts. It was a running joke on any away days with the pub, as she was usually the host. I was certain there was a hot body hidden under there.
So I sat there, on the agreed day, at the agreed time.... waiting. I heard a car door close from outside and then the intercom button sounded. I just buzzed whoever in, pretty certain it be her. It was the middle of the afternoon, not too cold but not roasting either. A knock on the door and it just opened for her. I had left it on the snib. Beth calls out but I don't answer. I sit on the sofa waiting. She closes the door behind her and walks in. My mouth drops open. She has a tan overcoat on which she opens quickly. Underneath she has a short black floaty skirt, black thin tights or stockings, brown riding boots, and a white thin cotton cardigan which exposes her midriff. I sit there in jeans and a tshirt. I go to speak. 'No, quiet' she says. She throws her jacket on the sofa next to me, her breasts firm and nipples solid pointing upright as its clear there is no bra underneath. She walks round the coffee table seductively, looking at me as my eyes wander over her body. Her body tight, then midriff that of someone 15 years younger. I reach out as she walks between my legs. My hand cups her ass up her skirt. Lace is all I could feel, but her thighs were bare. Lace hold ups brush my hand as she walks on. 'You do think i am a prude don't you' she laughs. I nod smiling, almost challenging her to prove me wrong. She now stands the other side of the coffee table. I am tent like in my jeans. 'Well i can see you like what you see', she nods towards it. 'Take your ring off - i don't want to see that'. I do so, placing it to the side. 'I was never allowed to wear this sort of thing before' she says as she circles her nipple with her finger. 'He got jealous so easily'. I go to free my very uncomfortable trapped cock. 'No no, my job she says as she walks round and sits on the coffee table directly in front of me. Her legs open, either side of mine, evidence of pubes beneath. Her lace now a white satin panel with black lace trim. I sit back with my hands between my head. She laugh. 'Typical man'. She undoes my belt slowly and opens my jeans. 'White briefs, you do listen to me' I usually wear boxers but know of her liking from general open bar discussions. She pulls my jeans down to my knees then wraps her blonde hair in a pony tail. 'Feel free to hold this' she says smiling. Her head lowers and nuzzles into my solid cock within my briefs. Her tits now in range to feel. I waste no time. Through her cotton cardigan I manhandle them, looking for a reaction to see if she likes it rough. She moans in pleasure. She tells me to stand. 'I love this bit' she says as I stand she kneels in front of me, both hands come up and pulls the waistband of my briefs out then down. My cock springs out into her mouth. Her hands return down onto her thighs. She is slow and deliberate with each and every suck, moaning down into my soul. Occasionally lowering her mouth to my balls to lick and suck. My cock is coated in saliva. I grip her ponytail. I pull out her mouth and instruct her onto the table. Her fingers are soaking as her hand comes down on the edge. I go down to head height. We havent even kissed yet, she thinks its about to come when I take her hand and suck on her fingers. Giving me the first taste of her willing pussy. I go to move back up, stopping briefly at her face as if about to kiss her, before standing and pushing my cock back in her mouth. I feel her smiling as she sucks. Her hand now pulling down gently on my balls as she takes me deeper and deeper. My pre cum mixes with her saliva, creating ropes of mutual liquids, I hold myself deep in her with my trimmed pubes to her nose. Releasing her just before she rips my balls off, as she gasps for air. She sits up on her knees on the coffee table, eyes streaming, the strings drip down from her mouth and chin over her tits. 'What the fuck..... why?' I point at the wall mirror, she sees her eyes watering, make up smeared, her dripping mouth and chin, and the drips over her tits in thin cotton, as she keeps admiring her look i push my cock back into her mouth. She watches herself suck, again, i push to the back of her mouth. This time she sees what happens. She thrusts her head forward a little more to make her eyes water more. I pull out. She gasps for air. 'Why have I never done that before' she says judging herself. I undo her buttons of her cardigan. I take the long horizontal mirror off the wall and place it vertically in front of her. 'Ever watched like this?' 'Of course' she scoffs, far from convincingly. I walk round behind her. Her eyes watching me in the mirror, I lifted her skirt from behind. 'Oh fuck' she says looking at herself then me. I lower myself still looking into her eyes, the black lace brazilian style lingerie from behind contrasts the white satin panel at the front. I pull them down to just under her cheeks. Holding either side of the lace waist band, my tongue darts round her tight hole. 'No no no no nooooooo ...... yesssssss' it appears a first for her, but this is no time for questions..... my fingers glide in her soaking pussy. Her pubes a little bushy but neat, her ass and pussy lips free of hair..... my tongue probed into her ass whilst I'm two fingers deep...... her legs shake just a little, she squirts a little..... I need more of that......
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