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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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My lunch break brought bad news; Jeff had to go to a meeting at 3pm and couldn’t come to the pub. He urged me to go on my own, as long as I felt comfortable, and I agreed that it could do no harm meeting in public.
This brought an increased level of anticipation , as it somehow felt taboo, being so brazen as to meet him ‘solo’.
By the time I got home I am highly aroused, and had a hard time washing my pussy clean as I kept oozing, therefore had to rub myself with hot soapy jets, making the problem worse! I chose a black leather miniskirt, black hold ups and a tight zipped top, revealing just a little of my ample cleavage. Just enough on show to whet the appetite. I felt the familiar butterflies as I locked the flat up, it’s always such a thrill to be on the verge of meeting a total stranger who might just set you alight, have fantastic sex with no questions asked, and ‘nsa’ (no strings attached). I hoped Mr.Cocky, as I had privately named him, would prove to be one of the good ones, or bad ones more to the point!
He was smart, handsome and dammed sexy at first glance. Even as I approached the table the chemistry crackled in the air like static electricity. These initial conversations can be a polite, nervous game of ping pong, or, as in this case a brazen sword fight from the word go. We flirted openly and talked sex as we sipped our drinks, his eyes flitted between cleavage, thighs, and twinkling eyes.
At one point he leaned back and took his totally erect rod in his hand, his trousers thankfully thick enough material to soak up the pre cum I knew is there. Cocky indeed! We were both feeling very hot and horny, and I was in a quandary about whether I could risk taking him back to the flat, knowing my son would be home in the next hour. Tempting, but somehow I managed to act sensibly and say no, not the flat.
‘Walk me to the car park then?’
His seemingly innocent comment wass suddenly weighted with suggestion as he winksed and opened the door for me.
We chatted a little as we walked the 5 minutes to the NCP, my mind a flurry of images of back seat sex. My excitement and arousal grew until I could feel my pussy moistening my inner thighs.
‘I think it’s this storey’
As he pressesdthe lift button for the basement. As the lift doors closed we pounced on each other and had a passionate snog, no polite kisses here, we were both ravenous for each other.
My mind had given up resisting and wondering if Jeff would mind, half way to the car park. I knew myself well enough to accept that Desire with those little pointy horns and long swishing tail, had won the day.
The basement was virtually an empty concrete shell, and he guided me to the stairwell. Must have come a storey too far. But it soon became apparent he had a plan all along. The stairwell was stark, and deserted.
He kissed hard and deep, his experienced hands unzipped my top and scooped my breasts out of the FF cups. His fingers squeezed and teased my nipples hard, roughly handling the fullness of my breasts.
I was desperate to feel him as my own hands slid down to unzip his tented trousers. I freed his jumping urgent erection, and spread his precum over the shaft, sliding up and down, discovering how thick, hard and long it was. I needed to feel that inside me urgently, and as the words formed in my mind, he turned me round to face the stairs.
‘Bendover’
He growled as he rode my short skirt up over my bare arse. He grunted as he inserted two fingers into my tight sopping cunt.
‘Oh you dirty little slut! You are so fucking wet! Want this do you, you greedy little whore?’
I was so turned on by his coarse language I moaned
‘Oh YES!’
He was a big boy, perfect fit for my tight but pliable cunt, so wet and slick. The feeling of his cock entering me was electric, natural, animalistic. I grasped the cold iron banisters to give me leverage to move my body in response to his. It was as dirty and taboo as anyone could want on a quiet Wednesday afternoon, my mind thrilling at the illicitness of it all, overt lust taking over my body.
As our pace quickened he pulled at my hair, forcing my back to arch. He slapped my buttocks at the same instant that we heard a door opening in the stairwell above, voices boomed into the cavern. We froze for a few seconds, then I hurriedly stood up and pulled my skirt down. As I scooped my tits back into my bra, the voices disappeared with the slam of another door.
‘Oh shit, I can’t do this!’
I whispered loudly, nervous and unsure.
‘Oh come on, it’s the basement no one’s going to come down here! Come on, just another couple of minutes, you know you want to!’
I glanced at his huge glistening cock, his one eyed monster winking at me, urging me on. My libido won over logic, yet again, and I returned to my position, thrusting my needy arse towards him, longing to feel him inside me again.
He entered me urgently and I started to feel that familiar build of sexual energy, the electrifying buzz of animal passion, building somewhere, everywhere between head and pussy.
A door opened again, some storeys above, but neither of us could stop this time. As their noisy chatter reached us, we both felt the other’s orgasm exploding, powerful and raw.
Unaware of having made any noise ourselves, I was suddenly aware that the chatter had stopped, footsteps hurried and another door banged open and shut. We must have made some atavistic grunts that we were not aware of, oh well, give them something new to chatter about!
His cock rested inside, still hard and I was tempted to move again. We both sighed and he squeezed my buttock affectionately as he slipped his dripping length out. A gush of hot cum dribbled between my thighs no matter how hard I clenched myself.
Back in the lift, we suggested meeting again soon, to continue in comfort. A quick kiss and he let me off at ground level.
As I walked somewhat dreamily to the flat, I felt his cum trickling down my thighs. I chastised myself for being such an impulsive slut, then I smiled slyly as I thought about Jeff being home soon. He loves to fuck me while another man’s spunk is still dribbling out. I knew he would be turned on by my recount of the afternoon, and would be eager to lock the bedroom door, and fuck his slut wife as she so richly deserved.
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