FabSwingers.com forum: Dinner meet

By *arcoVelo70 OP Man
over a year ago

St Columb Major, Cornwall

I arrive at your house at seven as we agreed on the phone. You let me in through the front door, you’re wearing a low cut white top and a very short denim mini skirt. Your legs are clad in dark blue tights, and you have a pair of sling back shoes on. I wonder if you are wearing knickers.

You place your hand on chest and kiss me hard on the lips and we then exchange greetings. You show me into the kitchen, where the table is laid ready for the meal. You pour me a glass of wine, you finish the cooking and dish up, we are sat opposite each other and it isn’t long before I feel your stockinged foot sliding up my leg.

Our conversation has turned quite raunchy and have become very hard and as your foot reaches my crotch you feel it, and asked me what I have got there. I tell you it’s your desert. You laugh and say you are ready it for it now. I get up from the table and walk round to you and take you by the hand, as you swing your legs round I catch a glimpse up your skirt and it confirm my suspicion that you are haven’t any knickers on.....