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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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My inner temptress came to the fore. I slipped into a pair of black satin and lace French knickers, matching Lacey bra barely containing my ample breasts then let a black satin chemise slip over my head and down my tingling body. A quick spray of Chanel Coco Mademoiselle & I was ready.
Ping! Just locking up car xx
Ping!! Nervous?? Xx
With shaking hands I sent my reply “very”
“You’re playing with fire” whispered my sensible self.
“Gotta be in it to win it!! “ quipped the temptress.
“Click” I heard the garden gate open and close, my heart racing. I scanned the patio, fairy lights providing subtle lighting, citronella candle flame dancing on the table, French doors wide open with king sized bed on display, cool crisp cotton sheets pulled back and an array of pillows arranged for comfort.
“Too late to go back” sniped my conscience.
“Too right” sighed the temptress.
And there he was, all 6’3” of him, blonde just as his profile had said, buff but not too toned, dressed in casual shorts, loose T and bassies, looking far younger than I’d expected.
“Too young for you!” barked my conscience
“ Well,We’ll see” came the husky reply.
“Well hello there” he smiled
“Hi” came my nervous reply, I could feel myself blushing at how ridiculous I must look. “What would you like to drink?”
“Something chilled would be nice”
Drinks poured nervously into tall glasses filled with ice, very large JD in mine, Coke in Mr Greys.
I returned to the patio to see him sat comfortably at the patio table, casual conversation begun, how private and quaint my place was, what sort of day we’d both had and the obvious typically English subject of the weather. All the time gradually relaxing in each other’s company yet sexual tension growing.
“He’s being polite” sniped my conscience and my inner temptress stepped back into the shadows in defeat.
Then I felt a tingle as Mr Greys foot just brushed my tanned leg.
“Can I use your little boys room?” he asked
“Sure” I hastily replied “First door on the right” I pointed towards the French doors.
“He’s getting ready to leave, hate to say I told you so” sneered my conscience.
My temptress retreated further into the shadows.
I stood barefoot and casually busied myself with a calming cigarette and feigned browsing the floral tubs dotted around the patio.
“I’d quit while your ahead girl, give the guy a break and let him go home to bed” the words were ringing in my ears as I suddenly felt his presence behind me. A warm hand slipped around my ample waist and moist warm lips gently kissed my shoulders
“Still nervous?” he breathed as his lips caressed my neck, warm breath sending tingles through my body.
“Very “ breathed my seductress, slowly tiptoeing from her hiding place. Deft fingers brushed the satin of my chemise, barely covering my arse and began caressing my arse. Temptress turned to face Mr Grey
“Are you sure?” she questioned nervously
“Never more so” he replied pulling me to him and kissing me deeply. Suddenly I felt his ample erection pressing into my midrift and my French knickers becoming damp. His kisses getting more passionate our tongues entwined as his fingers slipped beneath the satin and began stroking my rapidly moistening pussy lips.
Do I go on? Maybe a little too vanilla for most
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