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By *othrockercpl OP   Couple
over a year ago

Halloween Town

We'd decided to go out for the day, explore around Greenwich and do the tourist thing. Like you do when you live in London and realise that you don't really go out much just because.

Two buses, and barely half an hour later, we were stepping of the bus close to the cutty sark.

"I'm parched" my wife declared and led me directly to a coffee shop.

She went and found a seat while I ordered at the counter and bought the drinks to our table.

Despite the threat of rain it was warm and she'd undone the top couple of buttons on her light blouse, showing off her large bust a little more than usual but not to an indecent level, and as I sat down at the table I managed to cop an eyeful of her amazing breasts.

"Enjoying the sights so far" she chuckled to which I nodded and put down the tray.

As I sat I noticed just past a supporting pillar an older woman sat on her own.

She was easily in her fifties, the lines around her eyes and mouth showed she'd led a life filled with laughter and joy.

Our eyes met and she smiled mischievously at me.

She was wearing a short dress, ivory coloured with a myriad of flowers dotted all over it as a pattern. The dress stopped just below her knees. Her legs, like her face and arms, were lightly tanned. Her heeled shoes the same main colour colour as her dress.

She crossed one leg over the other, fabric shifting and revealing the line of her thighs just enough to hold my gaze but not revealing her knickers.

She adjusted the dress hem back to her knee before primly sipping from her espresso cup.

I sipped from my mocha frappe and turned my attention back to my wife.

"Everything ok" she asked.

"Sorry, was just looking at the art on the wall over there" I replied pointing.

She turned to look at the faux Italian street front cafe art work and shrugged before turning her attention back to her coffee.

We sat and talked a while, planning the rest of our day.

The cutty sark, maritime museum, observatory, lunch somewhere and a few other things like the market places.

My gaze kept moving back to the older woman.

Each time it did she smiled lightly.

"Noodles for lunch or that German sausage place?" my wife asked as I finished my cold drink. She still had over half of her mug of tea remaining.

"Sausage sounds good to me" I replied noticing that the woman drained the last dregs of her espresso and was picking up her handbag.

She gazed back at me, uncrossing her legs.

The light bronze flesh led up into her skirt, legs parted slightly, her thighs were slim and her knickers were exposed to my roving eye.

They looked golden, a dark seam down the center of them, and I suddenly realised that she was in fact wearing nothing under her dress.

She stood up, looking directly at me, nodding slightly and looked to the corridor that lead to the toilets and back to me with an intensity in her gaze.

"Back in a few.." I said to my wife as I got up and went towards the toilets.

The corridor led down a small flight of steps to two doors, both marked WC.

The women, a dozen steps in front of me walked to one door, opened it and walked in, turning and looking at me.

I followed her in to the spacious cubicle and she locked the door behind me.

"Don't talk. Just fuck me like you have been doing with your eyes.." her voice was heavily accented, Portuguese. That explained the natural bronzing of her skin and the intensity of her gaze.

Her breath was heavy with the bitter tang of her espresso.

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By *townBoredMan
over a year ago

limehouse

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By *edbath 5Man
over a year ago

london

One of my favourite places is high up in Greenwhich Park.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

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By *acksonhoneyCouple
over a year ago

Bromley

I love this tale, as much as I love Greenwich ????

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By *cotFit4funMan
over a year ago

Kettering

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By *ames WhyteMan
over a year ago

Near Manchester Airport

Nice start.

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By *ree guyMan
over a year ago

Fleetwood

More

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By *ondon258963Man
over a year ago

Bishops Cleeve

Brilliant, never happened to be all those years of going to Greenwich either

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By *othrockercpl OP   Couple
over a year ago

Halloween Town

My hands moved to her hips, pulling her close to me, our mouths connecting hungrily.

The tang of coffee strong on her tongue as it danced in my mouth.

The kiss was urgent and sloppy but neither of us cared and I eased her against the cubicle wall with a thud as we continued.

From her hip one of my hands roved up to her breasts, there was no trace of a bra, unbuttoning the dress I found them to be small and firm, flesh warm to the touch. Her nipples were dark, much darker than my wives and the areola were large compared to the smallness of the breasts themselves. Each nipple stood firm and erect as my hand grazed over them, stroking the nub of dark skin before I lowered my mouth to them.

Her skin was like silk under my tongue and I couldn't help but suck hard on a breast, the whole thing nearly fit in my mouth and after bringing a moan from her lips I relented and began to lick and suck only the nipples and areola.

Her legs parted, easing either side of one of mine and she began to grind against my thigh, shuddering circular motions.

Her breathing became fast as she carried on, hot on my neck as she looked down at how I sucked and licked her barely a B cup breasts.

"Nao pare.." she murmured. I had no clue what she meant but she seemed to be enjoying what was going on.

We'd only been in the cubicle for a couple of minutes but she was close to cumming from the grinding against my thigh and from how I sucked on her tits.

I looked up at her and eased a nipple between my teeth, biting and squeezing gently.

She inhaled sharply, eyes locked onto mine and licked her lips.

I eased her back from the wall and she untangled her leg from around mine and lifted up the hem of her dress.

Her stomach was flat, rippled with old silver lines, her hips jutted forward and the slim line of pubic hair showed the way down to her well shaped pubis.

The labia, or rather the outer ones, were shaved completely, perfectly smooth and past them poked the inner labia, darkly coloured and slick looking.

She took my hand and guided it down, past the patch of public hair, and eased one of my fingers along with one of hers into the cleft.

The warmth of her coated my finger, and together we fingered her.

Slowly at first as my palm cupped her pubis, gentle movement as she bit her lip, head leaning onto my shoulder.

The pace grew of its own accord until I was furiously fingering her as she focused on the hard dark nub of her engorged clit.

I kept my other hand around her waist to help keep her upright as she came sobbing into my shoulder.

I slowed up and finally stopped.

Her breath was hard, her eyes large and her smile savage.

As we was fingering her my cock had grown hard, painfully pushing against my jeans. She let go of her skirt hem and stroked my erection through the denim, tracing the line with a perfectly manicured nail that was painted a deep dark ruby shade.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Delightful!

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By *townBoredMan
over a year ago

limehouse

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By *othrockercpl OP   Couple
over a year ago

Halloween Town

Her deep crimson nail traced the bulging line of my hardening cock.

I've never considered myself well endowed, a little under seven inches by a few millimeters in length. But I more than made up for it in girth, which measured just over seven inches by a few millimetres and as she unbuckled my belt and tugged open the buttons on my jeans her eyes went wide.

She tugged down my jeans to my knees, I often went commando and was glad for it today if only for the look on her face as she stroked the lump of meat as she knelt down.

Veinous and throbbing, a little pre cum already glistening which she smeared over a finger licking it off with a wicked smile before her mouth descended onto the head.

Her mouth worked around and managed to take a couple of inches, quite bravely I might add because not even my wife would try that much, before she had to give up and place wet tongue laden kisses all over my cock.

"Isso é grande" she breathed, tongue licking from the tip down to my balls.

I took her by her shoulder, lifting her and turning her around.

My hands grasping her pert firm arse cheeks, groping them, kneeding them and opening her up just a little as my fat member slid against her thigh.

I let go of her arse and took hold of the hem of her dress, lifting it up over that tanned pert arse and over her head, tossing it so that it caught on the coat hanger on the door of the toilet cubicle.

She bent over, arse cheeks widening and her labia glistened in the light as I knelt down behind her.

She raised one leg, putting it on the toilet seat lid, offering me her cunt to eat and I did not refuse her.

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By *entlemenpipMan
over a year ago

not far

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By *othrockercpl OP   Couple
over a year ago

Halloween Town

Opening her labia, inserting two fingers into her slick warmth and scissoring them open, I planted my face to her cunt.

The bitter sweet scent of her made me shiver with anticipation, and after adjusting my position I licked along the cleft from the clit to her arse hole and back again.

She took hold of my head, reaching round behind herself and took hold of my head, pushing my harder to her.

I began to suck on those slight inner labia that were wet from my tongue her own juices.

She bent deeper forward so that her head was below her raised knee and presented the rosey nub of her clit.

As my tongue danced over it she began to grind my face against her, my nose rubbing her labia, groaning sharply.

From outside the cubicle I heard footsteps, the door to the cubicle next door opened, closed. The sound of fabric against skin, someone sitting down, the splash of water and the slow flow of pee.

And as the person next-door continued on I sucked on the woman's clit, taking it between my lips, licking hard at it.

She muffled a sob as I bought her close again to orgasm.

Flush, washing of hands, dryer, door and walking up stairs again. Throughout it all I sucked and slurped on her clit and labia bringing short gasps of pleasure from her.

She let go of my head and I pulled back from her. She stayed bent over as I stood. My fat cock was rock hard and I undone the belt and button letting my trousers fall to my ankles.

My cock slid against her thigh and pushed against her wet cunt. She slipped a finger into herself, gaping open and I guided my cock into her.

As the tip slid in I could see that I was to girth for her but she didn't seem to mind, pulling her finger out and reaching underneath to stroke my cock, easing her juices along the shaft down to my swaying balls.

I needed to fuck, I wanted to fuck her so badly, I wanted to watch her stretch her tight cunt around my girth and swallow it all into herself.

Putting my hands on her hips I pushed, gently at first, and felt her push back.

Her tight slick cunt slowly swallowed me, and she pushed more urgently giving me the signal to do the same.

With a shunt I pushed the rest of the girthy cock into her, my balls slapping against her wetly.

"Foda me duramente..." she murmured as she slid forward and pushed back onto my cock.

Gripping her hips tighter I picked up the pace, forcing my cock into her tight hole over and over leaving her gasping each time.

For a minute, maybe two we fucked hard. She was wet and took the girth easier with each hard thrust as my balls kept slapping against her clit bringing shudders to her over and over again.

She half turned, looking me in the eye as we fucked, mouthing "fuck me".

I slowed up, I was close to cumming, but each thrust was a hard shunt that she pushed back against.

The feel of her wet tight cunt was amazing and I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have done this.

This beautiful hard fuck in a coffee shop toilet. Not the most glamorous of places but knowing that my wife and all those strangers were just meters away upstairs.

"You want to cum.." she asked carefully.

I nodded, pulling my cock out and slamming it back in her forcing her to yelp as I pushed balls deep inside her hands holding her hips tight.

She eased forward, off of my cock slowly and turned round to face me.

Looking up at me she lifted the seat of the toilet and sat down. She wrapped one hand around my cock and had to use the other hand to get a firm grip.

My cock was wet from her and she slowly wanked me off over her naked form.

I could feel it rising in me, the hard urge to cum, and I pulled her head to my cock. She licked my head, tongue rolling around it heightening the sensation for me as her tugging grew faster and harder.

She stopped licking and began to murmer, breath hot on my cock.

"Porra.. Porra.. Porra.." it was almost a mantra.

And the heat of ejaculation burned through my cock, spunk errupting from my cock in a thick white torrent splashing over her lips, cheek, some even in her hair.

She gagged a little as a huge load went in her mouth, coating her tongue.

She tugged harder on my cock and my knees trembled as I came again, weaker this time, over her slight tits.

I was breathing hard. Oh my fucking god... I'd.. I'd just spent five minutes fucking a total stranger... In the loo of a coffee shop... What the fuck was I thinking...

I quickly pulled up my trousers, not looking at the spunk drenched Portuguese older woman who sat there bemused and dazed.

I watched fascinated for a moment as a bubble of spunk burst and began to run down over her chin, a stringy line down between her tits and down do her patch of pubes.

Shaking my head to clear it I fastened my trousers and rearranged my t-shirt to cover the noticable bulge of my cock that was thankfully slowly diminishing.

The woman took a handful of paper from the dispenser and wiped the spunk from her face, dropping the heavy wet wodge between her legs into the bowl and repeated the process as I turned away and unlocked the door.

I closed it behind me and all but run upstairs.

As I got to the table I looked at my wife, she'd finished her tea and got another round in for the pair of us.

"Everything OK? I was about to send out a lost person report for you.." she smiled.

"Yeah.. Just had a bit of a purge.." I replied.

"Oh.."

"It's ok, I feel a lot better now that its out of my system" I smiled.

"Escusé.." a woman said as she eased passed. I caught a glimpse of her, cream dress, espresso cup and a devilish smile on her face as she sat down under the picture my wife saw me supposedly looking at just ten minutes ago.

She wiped the side of her mouth, readjusted her dress.

I the light of the coffee shop, dimmed by the fabric, I could see the beading of my cum on her labia and a slick glistening line running down her leg.

She smiled, tipped her cup to me a little and took a sip.

My wife only saw me looking at the picture again. She didn't know what I'd done..

And after we got home later that evening we decided that maybe we should visit Greenwich again and see some more of the sights some time.

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By *cotFit4funMan
over a year ago

Kettering

Wow so horny

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Very horny

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By *r ed300Man
over a year ago

bradford

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