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By *inaTitz OP TV/TS
over a year ago
Titz Towers, North Notts |
This is a totally true story and gives you my perspective on a meet.
Following a couple of messages, I arranged to meet a bi couple and another TV in a city close to mine on the Saturday night. Come the big night, I got all dolled up and went to theirs, only getting lost 3 times when trying to find the street. Top tip - when arranging to meet someone, give a brief description of what your place looks like, you don't want someone knocking on your neighbour's door, saying, 'Tranny for no7? Anyone here request a tranny? No? Next door? The one with the giant gnome on the roof that you can't miss?'.
Anyway, it was a Summer meet and it was light when I got there. I generally prefer to arrive at dusk or after. I tend to pass better after dusk, but during the day, I get rumbled, mostly because of my figure. Think about it, how often do you see someone who's a 34KK going to your neighbours? Also, us TG are generally discrete. We don't rock up in a pink tranny-mobile singing Abba songs. None of us wish to take part in a live action version of: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qLvGnro4Cgw
When I arrived the people across the road had just been shopping, so I thought I'd be discrete and sit in my car whilst they unloaded. They must have done their only shopping trip for 6 months, or they were feeding 94 people that week. Maybe they were preparing for a Zombie apocalypse, you get the idea. 5 ruddy minutes, sat there hoping they'd fuck off inside. Eventually they did and I went to knock on the door.
I met this very nice couple and an equally nice CD from Yorkshire (question? How do you ask if someone is from Yokrshire? - answer - you don't need to, they tell you in their opening sentence. Has Boycott ever done an interview without mentioning Yorkshire? I rest my case). As happens in these scenarios, we all sat around chatting for a bit at first. The girly from Yorkshire telling us about how she'd once watched a friend try to fuck a girl bent over a wheelchair and as she hadn't put the brakes on, just ended up chasing her around the room. My friend said all she could think of was the music from Benny Hill and she was laughing that hard, she lost her grip on the windowsill and fell, fracturing 3 ribs.
Anyway, the man of the house asks if we are broadminded. I'm sat there in boots, jeggings, skirt, top and opera gloves. Could I deny it? Not really. So I agree I am. He then says 'I'll go and get the spankers, whips, crops and battle-axe.' (I may be making the battle-axe up). My thoughts were, shit! I don't mind a light bit of spanking, but if I wanted a good hiding I'd just go for a drink in Mansfield. Then I remembered, my pants are heavily padded to give my hips and bum some shape. So like Roger the Dodger from the Beano sliding a book into his trousers ahead of a spanking, I began to feel confident. Luckily these were for his partner, rather than for us.
This gent returned with a huge box of toys. There were enough in it, that I began to wonder if this couple actually ran Love Honey and this was stock in trade. His lady bent over and he proceeded to spank her with a spanker. These things aren't quiet! The noise soon reached a level that must have had their neighbour reaching for the volume control on his telly and doing a lot of tutting. It was fun, for us.
I crouched under his partner and began to work my fingers into her. We had been told she was a squirter and boy he wasn't wrong. Squirting is ace, but not so ace when a girl squirts all over you and you can feel it pooling in your elbow and your thoughts have strayed from getting the lady off, to, 'this top will have to go in the wash when I get in.'
I alternated between fingering her, sucking him and stroking the other CD, who was equally busy with both. It was a huge tangle of bodies, with legs, arms and torsos everywhere. When it came to time to go, I had to make sure that I had my own arm, rather than having accidentally taken someone else's in the mess, as mistakes like that are hard to rectify later. |
