So the night of the first meeting arrived.
To be honest I was freaking a little. Did Imogen even exist? Was this just some weirdo winding me up? I should have added in the first part of this story that Imogen and John lived near Tewkesbury, about 40 miles from me.
Despite my reservations I found myself getting in the car on the appointed evening and heading south on the motorway with just a 'message me when you're near' promise to go. Even as I drove down I thought I was just being a mug but what the hell, something might come of it.
I parked up just off the motorway junction for Tewkesbury and sent a message to John via the swinging site, as agreed. He immediately replied with a phone number: "text me".
I did and then got an address and further instructions: "arrive exactly in 10 minutes time. I will be out the back having a ciggie and Imogen will answer the door. Introduce yourself and just chat. Remember, not rude chat, just nice casual stuff".
He must have known the timings as it took exactly 10 minutes from getting the text to me being on the doorstep and a pleasant semi-detached house on a new-ish housing estate. I rang the bell.
And there was Imogen. Slim, shoulder-length blonde hair, lightly tanned, wearing a vest top and a short, flared skirt. And such a cute pretty face. She looked absolutely fucking fantastic. She looked her age as well (22) and had a lovely broad smile as she said: "Hi Simon, come on in, John's just out the back having a cigarette". I walked in and she pointed me to the living room. "Horrible habit", she added "I can't bear it. Tea or coffee?"
"Tea please". In one of those saying it, instead of thinking it moments, I then blurted out: "you're amazing" as I stared at her.
"Aw thanks, that so lovely" she responded as she carried on into the kitchen.
John was clearly taking his time over his smoke as she had made the tea and brought it to me and there was still no sign of him. She put the mug of tea in front of me on the coffee table. In doing so she bent forward and then I realised how short that skirt actually was. I got a nice quick glimpse of the bottom of her g-string clad bum cheeks. It was a lovely round bum and although she was quite small up top, her hips were very shapely and that bum was so.. just so touchable...
Not yet Simon, I thought to myself. She sat beside me and I started the polite chat. I asked about work (care work overnight, some shifts in a beauty salon some days), and John ("I know, there is a bit of an age gap, have always gone for older guys, known him since I was 18").
I could hear her phone buzzing to her right. It was on the floor and as she bent round to get it, I got another, better glimpse of that lovely bum. Instead of picking the phone up she stayed in that position, reading the text message on it. I stared at her ass. I knew what I was going to do (no Simon, don't do it, too soon...).
I moved my right hand and gently stroked her bum cheek. It was so soft. She didn't budge at first but within a few seconds put the phone back on the ground and moved herself back beside me.
"Cheeky", she said. She then moved her own hand to my crotch and felt what was now a semi-hard cock. She didn't say anything, just looked straight at me as she did it, smiling.
Almost as soon as she stops, John appears. "Hi Simon".
He's about 6ft, slim, decent looking. He shakes my hand and gives me a little wink. The mood changes and we're back into casual chat for 30 minutes or so. No sex talk, no reference to what just happened. Then Imogen says she needs to "have a quick shower and get ready for work."
As soon as she's gone, John comes and sits right beside me. "You're okay to stay when she goes? You remember what we planned?"
"Yes, no worries" I reply, adding: "She's gorgeous mate."
He then puts his fingers to his lips to sush me and gets up, beckoning me to follow him. We walk quietly upstairs and then pause outside a half-open bedroom door. He pushes it open and then hails me to follow again. I do so and can see Imogen's skirt, vest and g-string on the bed. Beside it are the jeans and top she's clearly planning to get changed into. I can hear the shower going in the en-suite. That door is slightly ajar too and John pushes me in front of him so I am right against it, looking through the gap.
I can see Imogen, naked in the shower. The shower door is steamed up but I can see enough to make my hard-on return. I look to John who's just smiling at me and pointing back to the shower to tell me to carry on looking. She's either genuinely oblivious to our presence or knows full well we're there and choosing to ignore it. Even through the blur of the screen she looks amazing.
John is just over my shoulder. He reaches round to my cock to check its hardness. I can feel his hardness pressing into me from behind. Just as Imogen reaches to switch the shower off he whispers to me: "I really need your cum".
Imogen opens the shower door and I get a very quick glimpse of her full-frontal nude figure – small pert tits, smooth bald pussy – before John and I quickly make our exit to back downstairs.
Next time: my cock, his mouth. Watching Imogen in action, up close. |
