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haikim999
Hello Sis good morning, thanks for getting back to me.
I don’t know if we will ever live out those fantasies as she’s quite a conservative person also with low sex drive. Dunno if we can get past the jealousy of seeing another guy with her, or she seeing another lady with me?
Funny last time she can even joke about me having sex with my ex colleague.
Then she even threatened that if she finds me cheating will chop off my kkj
And no i don’t find your stories boring
As you grow older your attitudes and beliefs may change. Just make sure whatever you want to do is done with consent and understanding from all parties.
Otherwise, good luck if she cuts it off.
So I eventually never got to try anal.
Mike was concerned about hurting me due to his size, even though I mentioned butt plugs and lube. In a certain sense, that showed me how much he cared for me, even though it also didn’t allow me to further explore my sexuality. I accepted it though.
I asked Dan about it again as well. But he was unwilling to proceed unless Mike had agreed, which was strange to me. It somehow made me feel that maybe I didn’t have much power over them at all.
To cut the long story short, Mike decided to drop out of school in the 3rd year, and had to pay back the school fees and allowances as he was on a bond. Thankfully, he didn’t decide to quit after he had completed his studies, that would have been disastrous, both financially and possibly professionally. What irked me was that he didn’t really consult me about this, but I might have been at fault too for encouraging him to pursue his dreams.
Unsurprisingly, he applied to rejoin the Army thereafter. He was initially fearful of not being accepted, as he had broken the government bond with MOE, but I guess as he wasn’t taking up sponsored studies with SAF, it wasn’t that bad after all. Luckily he had a good recruiter who was able to advise him properly, and mentioned that he could not sign on directly to special forces at that point in time as selection was not open yet or something, and recommended him to sign on to any ground unit first to at least secure his employment. With employment, he could at least pay back the monthly installment for breaking the MOE bond.
Somehow, the army recruiter felt that Mike’s service record, as well as performance during his NSF period was good enough to cross-over to Officer Cadet School, with the view of eventually taking up sponsored studies to get a degree. Mike decided to cross over first and attend OCS before making any other decisions.
So Mike was posted to an infantry unit while waiting for the next OCS intake. As he had already completed basic leadership training, he was allowed to cross over at mid-term, meaning his officer training would last only around 6 months.
When he was back in the army, it was like his NSF times again. I only saw him during weekends. Needless to say, I met Dan pretty often during that period, but we kept going to budget hotels instead of the staircase. It was so frequent that if there was a VIP membership for Hotel 81 or Fragrance Hotel, we would probably be immediately eligible.
After Mike was commissioned as an officer, he was posted to be a Platoon Commander. It was minimally an one year tour. Mid-way through, he was offered a study award to obtain degree qualifications. He provisionally accepted the offer, but informed his superiors that he would like to go for Special Forces selection first. It sounded like a stupid idea, but who was I to judge?
In any case, I guess Mike really wasn’t cut out for Special Forces.
A month into his training, he got injured and had to withdraw. Luckily for him, the timing of everything matched so he disrupted from service to study, heading back to NTU. I don’t know if it was a blessing or not. He did get injured after all, and what I heard about injuries in the SAF was that your career is usually derailed after that.
Dan sort of confirmed this, as he was a Manpower Officer with the Commandos before, but he also mentioned that there were numerous soldiers who had overcome adversity and went on to have outstanding careers. Perhaps Mike would be one of them. As for me, all I wanted was for Mike to be safe and sound, and eventually make good on his promise to buy me a better ring when we got married.
Mike kind of surprised me though, and went one better. We finally applied for a BTO together, a four room in a new estate. No longer did we have to stay over at each other’s houses ocassionally and only being only able to fuck when no one was home, or to do it very quietly. But the wait was gonna be almost 3 years, assuming we could get it on the first try.
But at least it looked like our dreams for an ideal life would soon be realized.
Fast forward a couple of years and Mike eventually graduated with honours and returned to the army.
During those years I only saw Dan regularly whenever Mike was busy with school. It was actually pretty amazing that we had lasted so long for a “relationship” that was based purely on sex.
Life seemed to go back to normal after that. At least I had much more time with Mike.
Or so I thought.
As we only managed to get the flat on our second try, hence the years of waiting, we finally collected the keys to our BTO in the Northeast and were preparing to move in, which means that we had to ROM soon. The location wasn’t fantastic at that moment, but at least there were feeder buses, and an MRT/LRT nearby. There were a couple of malls nearby as well.
Mike was also pretty settled in the army, having been promoted to CPT. His previous injury had also stabilized and he was looking forward to going for Special Forces selection again.
Me, on the other hand, finally left the MNC. I had been assistant manager for so many years and there didn’t seem to be much progression. I found, and joined a SME, taking on a Marketing & Business Development Manager role, albeit in a totally different industry.
Anyway we had a simple ROM ceremony where only our immediate family was present. My witness was April, while John was Mike’s witness.
Moving in with Mike was kind of a relief. We finally had a place to call our own. We also got a car, probably wasn’t such a good idea to buy a brand new one considering the price of COE, but I guess we deserved spending a little on ourselves.
All the way until the ROM, Dan was still my regular friend with benefits. It was surprising how we lasted so long as FWBs. But over the years, he became more like a best friend as compared to April, who had somehow disappeared from my life for so long, only popping up here and there to check in on me.
He was actually my first choice for my witness, but he went overseas for a sabbatical just a week before our ROM. So in the end, I lost my best FWB as well.
April and John were already married and already had their own house, Mike and I were kind of slow in that aspect I guess.
Our house was simply furnished, electronics and furniture coming from Courts, Harvey Norman and the cliched Ikea.
At least with our own house now, I would definitely see him daily, and we could make up for all the lost time previously.
The first few months were of wedded bliss. We practically had sex everyday, until Mike decided to go for his Special Forces Selection again, leaving me alone, even on some weekends.
I was pissed off. Like how could he do this to me again. I guess what I craved the most was having him around, which probably explained why I kept going to Dan previously, as he was around for me. I flirted with the idea of contacting Ben again, but decided against it. It would be too suspicious, and besides, we weren’t really FWB, but more of FB.
So with Mike gone temporarily again, and Dan goodness knows where, I leveraged on technology to find a new companion.
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haikim999
Hello Junebaby ,thanks for your advice
Just curious, how did you get your hubby to “approve " you to have a Fwb ?
He knew all along, or at least he suspected. He didn’t say anything so I didn’t bother to come clean with him. Before marriage still not so bad. It was after marriage where I still had a FWB that I think maybe he wasn’t so pleased.
But we talked about it and worked things out.
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Putin
Thanks for the update TS
Thanks!
There were so many apps available for one to find a partner. Tinder, Skout, OkCupid etc. I signed up for accounts of all of those, clearly stating that I was married, and looking for someone to chat with. Anything else would just be a bonus. To maintain the air of mystery, I didn’t upload a clear photo of my face. Instead, I used a simple half-face photo of myself wearing a tube dress, showing off a little bit of my cleavage. Obviously, I’d be getting messages from horny men. All I needed to do was to filter out the trash. Or I could always engage all of them just for fun.
Unsurprisingly, I got tons of likes within minutes of creating my account.
Majority of those likes were from accounts with clear frontal shots. However, I found myself more drawn to those more mysterious profiles which didn’t really show the faces.
I probably spent the entirety of the weekend just chatting and teasing random people, with no real intention of actually meeting any of them. They seemed so desperate to get into my pants.
One profile did catch my eye though. It was someone who proclaimed he was a good storyteller. In my own profile, I did mention I would be willing to listen to stories.
So this guy was a year or so older than me, let’s call him Tom. He is married and an ex-army regular, and he had lots of interesting stories to tell. About his first marriage, his downward spiral after divorce, his FWBs/FBs, his current wife and life. The stories were pretty interesting yet I sometimes wondered how real all of it was.
Anyway we progressed to chatting on Telegram. We exchanged a couple of self-destructing pics, just to show each other what we looked like.
The more I chatted with him, the more intrigued I was.
One day, he mentioned he was bored and I can’t remember why but I started sending him sexy pictures to tease him and asked him what he wanted to do to me.
I think that probably triggered him. He asked to see more, so I sent him different pictures in different poses.
He particularly liked the ones of my erect nipples under clothes and mentioned he wanted to suck on them, and bury his face in my chest. It was all very exciting. I was happy teasing him and letting him fantasize about me as it was a welcome distraction from work, with Dan and Mike not being around.
Alas, I was running out of teasing pictures to send, having sent so many already. He did try to send me some pics to tease me too, but it didn’t really work. Guys don’t have much to tease with, and I didn’t want a dick pic. I would rather see it in real life. Maybe touch it. Maybe see if it fills my mouth nicely. Now that would be interesting.
But for right now, the status quo would be maintained. Who knows what would happen in the future?
After days of teasing him with various pics of myself, showing off my cleavage, erect nipples, and what not, the guy actually sent me a fully nude pic, but his hands very covering his privates. He asked for a similar pic from me and I was only half considering it.
His pic honestly wasn’t that appealing. I could tell he used to work out, probably when he was still in the army, but he appeared to have gotten lazy after leaving the army. I was only slightly curious what lay beneath. He mentioned before he was small, so how enticing could it actually be? In any case, I was more interested in his writing rather than his nude pics, no matter how artistic they might be.
If I were to send him such pics, what would happen next? Would he get bolder and ask for more revealing pics? Would he want to meet? Was I prepared for that?
But just how far was I intending to take this virtual teasing with him? And would it turn non-virtual? I had no answer at that point of time.
Anyway, around 3 months later, Mike was back. He had gotten injured again. It seemed like Special Forces really wasn’t his thing. He was placed on administrative duties while recovering from his injury. I could tell he was pretty affected by it. He went straight to his game room after dinner daily, only coming to bed around midnight, and the next day left early for work.
Of course, our sex life suffered greatly. He would be so tired from work and gaming, he’d simply go straight to bed.
Even when I tried to turn him on with my hand or mouth, there would be little to no reaction. Or a reaction that was unfavourable like him pushing me away, saying he was tired, and that he wanted to sleep. It was infuriating.
He rarely touched or kissed me either. Oh how my breasts craved his gentle squeezes, the things he used to do to my nipples, his mouth on them, his tongue teasing them, making them hard then flicking them around. My loins ached for his magic fingers stroking my lips, rubbing circles around my clit, slowly inserting to check the wetness.
I swear I was going to go crazy.
One fine day I decided to indulge Tom with the pic he was asking for.
I set up my phone for a timed selfie, stripped to my panties, covered my boobs with my hands and sent him the pic.
His reply was almost instant. He was getting hard. From such a simple teasing pic? He must be really weak. Or perhaps deprived. He had mentioned he had not had sex with his wife for quite some time.
His next request was for one hand covering my boobs and the other my pussy. I wondered if I should. I had never sent him any fully nude pics so far.
I set the timer again and stripped off my panties and posed the way he wanted to. I don’t know why but I was getting hot as well. Was my teasing of him turning myself on? I had no clue.
I sent him the pic. Not only was he hard now, he said he was leaking precum. And his pants were too tight.
I half considered asking him to take them off. But my rule of no dick pics remained. So I didn’t say anything.
But I certainly wondered what his next request would be.
He didn’t really reply so I let it be. He must have been busy at work. Or perhaps he was taking an extended break in the toilet with the image of my nude form burned into his brain. Maybe I should send him videos next time.
Anyway we continued chatting normally, with the occasional teasing pic, and him telling me his fantasies of me.
The situation with Mike didn’t improve. It was as though he had given up on his life, along with me as well.
I tried talking to him about it but got mostly monosyllabic replies. Eventually I gave up.
One fine day, I got a text from Dan.
D: Hey babe! I’m back! How’s everything?
Seems like he had decided to return home after all.
Me: Not too good. Are you free to meet up?
D: Sure? Staircase or hotel?
Me: Idiot! Who said I wanted sex?
D: Do you?
Me: Fine. Yes. I do.
D: Ok. Staircase or hotel then?
Me: Actually, can you come over?
I texted him my new address.
D: Wait. Where’s Mike?
Me: At work. Who knows? Who cares?
D: Ah. Ok. Guess you wanna talk about it. I’ll be over… maybe in an hours time?
Me: Ok.
I took a shower to prepare for Dan’s arrival. I was working from home during this period of time so my timing was more or less flexible. I didn’t have any work calls planned that afternoon anyway.
Dan arrived at the appointed time and I let him in. He looked very different. He was more tan, and his usually messy hair was now neatly slicked back. He also started dressing nicer, wearing berms and a polo tee, instead of singlets or those crumpled t-shirts he liked to wear. He looked very uncle now.
The first thing he did was give me a hug. I wasn’t expecting that honestly. But it felt good having some human contact again. If we did have sex, I’m thinking it was going to be explosive.
So we sat in the living room and chatted over some red wine. He listened to my issues and didn’t say much, preferring to understand the whole situation first before actually giving any advice. Knowing Dan, his advice would probably be good.
D: You need to give him space. I’ve known some regulars who got injured and totally lost themselves. All they knew was being in the army, and being injured, it was hard for them to be perform at the same level as they used to. He needs time and space to heal, to rediscover his passion, to realize that all is not lost. Furthermore, isn’t this the second time he got injured? It must be doing wonders for his morale.
Me: But he’s neglecting me and my needs.
D: To be honest, you know the kind of guy he is. He will retreat into his shell. Don’t force him to come out before he’s ready. As for your needs… well, I’m back.
Me: Idiot. I’m married now. It’s different.
D: But is that going to stop you?
Me: I don’t know. I really don’t.
Dan leaned over and cupped my cheek. I felt my heart racing. He pressed his lips against mine, teasing them with his tongue. I wasn’t sure how to react, but it certainly felt good so I reciprocated, my tongue meeting his. I pushed him onto the sofa and got on top of him, frenching him furiously. His hands wandered from my hips, under my t-shirt and unhooked my bra. I felt his hands cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing against my nipples which were already hard. I moaned into his mouth.
My own hand reached below and unbuttoned his berms, reaching in through his boxers. I felt the precum at the tip. He was already hard.
I attacked his pole, licking off the precum and pulling down the foreskin. I twirled my tongue around his dickhead and teased the frenulum, more precum seeped out and I sucked it all up. I ran my tongue down his shaft, and sucked gently on his balls. It was his turn to moan. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft while wanking him slowly, teasing his balls.
Me: Don’t cum yet. I want you inside me.
D: 69?
Me: Ok.
I removed my shorts and panties and got into position, resuming my attack on his throbbing member.
I felt his tongue on my clit. He went straight for the kill. I was already so deprived that the lightest of touches sent shivers down my spine. He slid a finger in, probing at my g-spot.
Me: I want you inside me.
D: Ok.
He sat up on the sofa and I got onto him, his hard cock slid in easily. I was dripping wet. I loved the feeling of his raw cock rubbing against my insides. It had been so long anything was inside there.
D: Damn, I don’t recall you being this tight.
I playfully slapped him.
Me: Idiot!
He buried his face in my boobs, alternately sucking each nipple. Was this what Tom had in mind as well? Suddenly thinking about it aroused me further and I rode him harder, grinding my clit against him.
D: Slow down! I’m going to cum!
I ignored him. Sure enough, I felt his warm cum coating my insides. He was shooting a lot. I guess I was the first girl he saw since returning. It felt so nice. And again it got me thinking about Tom. Would it feel this good? But he said he had a small cock, so probably not.
I got off Dan and we cleaned up. He felt he shouldn’t stay long so he left shortly after.
I was still feeling horny though, so I decided to text Tom again.
I squeezed my naked boobs together and strategically covered certain areas.
I sent him the pic with the words “Someone just buried his face in these. Don’t you wish it was you?”
And I waited for his reply.
He didn’t reply instantly. I wondered why. Perhaps still busy at work. Usually whenever I sent pics, he would view them instantly, and tell me what he wanted to do. This time, it was probably an hour or so before he replied.
T: Oh wow. Did he enjoy it?
Strange. He didn’t ask when his turn was. He actually did ask if I wanted to meet in real life but my response was non-committal.
Me: I enjoyed it more.
T: What else happened? Surely there was more right?
Me: Yup. I rode him till he came.
T: Nice. Big cock?
Me: Big enough. You jealous?
T: Of course.
Me: Hee.
But he still didn’t say much or offer himself up to me. Instead he just kept stimulating me mentally with his fantasies of me.
Anyway, I tried to talk to Mike again that night but the same shit happened. In the end I decided to give him his space and time to heal. I really didn’t want to give him any additional stress or reason to sink further into what appeared to be slight depression. I wanted to be around for him just as he promised to be around for me.
As I was working from home for an extended period of time, Dan simply came over on almost a daily basis. It was irritating though. I had a husband but someone else was giving me the physical pleasure and attention I craved. Dan obviously didn’t mind. After all, we were having so much sex that it was unlikely he would have the energy to see other people.
At the same time I was still texting Tom, still sending him teasing pics, and still receiving his fantasies.
One fine day, I decided to take the next step.
I wore a sexy black lace panties and lay on my couch. I covered my boobs as usual and took a selfie. I sent it to him with the words “These are waiting for you. Wanna meet them?”.
I wondered how long he would take to reply.
The response this time was almost instantaneous.
T: Wow. For real?
I actually don’t know why I did that. I didn’t even know if I was actually ready to meet someone else.
What if he was a psycho and raped and killed me? What if he really had a small cock? What if all along I’ve been teasing him, he had actually been teasing me as well?
I simply replied “hee” and left it at that as I couldn’t think of a suitable response. I probably shouldn’t trigger him further. He might want to do something that I might regret.
I had the whole afternoon to myself though, with no work calls, and having already finished my work, and I was feeling really horny and bored.
I was tempted to text Dan, but he had been drained by me over the past few days, maybe I should let him rest. He was already entertaining me so often. I wondered if I was being fair to him.
After a few hours, Tom finally responded.
T: I can meet if you want. Only if you really want to.
Shit. He was keen. What should I do now?
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Pjam
Ohhh my.. G…… These stories are really teasing, arousing me.. I never dream to be able to have these type of fantasy.. It really makes me wonder real life fantasy do exist? Besides porn…
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Putin
Exactly my thoughts
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Originally Posted by
vavaria
I think so as well
You mean a guy teasing a girl and vice versa?
Of course it happens, with the right girl under the right circumstances of course.
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Percey
Awaiting your updates. Your write up make me fantasies too.
Waiting for my writer to send me the next chapter…
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Pjam
I meant the whole fantasy. Because someone build his fantasy on my exwife n broke my family. Now I can only fantasie only
Sorry to hear that. But as with most things, it takes 2 hands to clap.
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Tomb
Hey June,
Its kinda amazing how you have been keeping your sex drive so high since young till now..
Any secrets to share to those men with wives? lol
Actually, I think my sex drive is normal. It’s not like I’m having sex or craving for sex daily. 2-3 times a week is good enough for me now.
Not sure what tips I can give, but most importantly is not to neglect your wives. Otherwise they may go and fulfil their needs somewhere else. Even with low sex drive, you still need to maintain the relationship.
And suddenly I was in a dilemma.
I had opened an invitation, not sure what I would do if he accepted, and he accepted, but only if I really wanted it.
If I said no, he might think I was a super tease. But I guess he would be ok with it.
If I said yes, was I really prepared for him to come over? Maybe I should meet him somewhere else instead. Maybe a hotel. Maybe a staircase. But wait, just how far was I willing to go with this guy?
With Dan, I’d known him for years. But here was someone I only chatted with for a couple of months. What were his true intentions? He seemed like a pretty nice guy over Telegram, but you never really could tell with these virtual things.
I decided to test the water. To see if I could figure out what he really wanted to do.
Me: Only meet the top half right?
T: If that’s what you want.
Me: What about the bottom half?
T: Well that depends on you right?
Me: You won’t force me to do anything I don’t want to?
T: Yup.
Me: Ok. Do you drive?
T: Yup.
I texted him my address.
Me: Pick me and we’ll go somewhere.
T: Sure. Give me an hour.
Me: Ok.
Now I was really dead. What was I thinking? We could go to a public place, so that if anything bad were to happen, I could run away. But there’s no way I’d let him bury his face in my chest in public. But going somewhere discreet and private would be rather dangerous.
On the flip side, what if I was so turned on by him that I wanted to go further? Definitely can’t do that in a public place with someone unfamiliar. And if he wanted to do it in a staircase.
Maybe we could do it in the car. In a car park somewhere. But I didn’t have much experience with car sex. Some minister did say you didn’t need a lot of space to have sex. But a car seemed like a bad place to do it. Either one or both of us would have to be contortionists. Maybe he had experience. Who knows.
Then again, what if he was turning me on so much but when I undressed him, it was an instant turn off? It probably wouldn’t be that enjoyable anymore. Maybe he was like Mike and had magic fingers. Maybe he had a magic tongue.
The more I thought of it the more flustered I became.
What should I wear? Something teasing but not too revealing? Something with easy access if we went all the way? Maybe a dress with no panties? Maybe FBT shorts? What about the top? What would give him easy enough access without being too easy? A tank top? A tube? A buttoned up blouse? Which bra should I wear? The ones that I wore to tease him? Or something else?
Decisions, decisions. These were tough decisions.
I guess I would just have to go with the flow.
In the end, I settled on a tube dress. Easy to pull down and easy to pull up. No panties. I bet that would definitely tease him till he went crazy.
He was slightly late in picking me. Perhaps it was a newer estate and he had trouble locating the correct block based on postal code.
I got into his car, it was a hatchback. Part of me was considering actually driving my own car as it was definitely bigger even though it was also a hatchback but probably more suited for some rear seat action.
He was ok I guess, dressed simply in berms and t-shirt. Not good-looking, but not bad either. His body shape based on what I could see was pretty much similar to the photos he sent, except probably some more fats in certain places. Likely due to lack of constant gym sessions. But he still looked like he had a solid base. Nothing compared to Mike of course, who I was sure still harboured dreams of returning to Special Forces somehow. If they even still wanted him.
He was rather polite, only staring at my chest as I entered, but otherwise kept his eyes straight ahead. If I didn’t know better I would say he was really shy, like he mentioned before, or he was terrified of me. As though I was a Dragon about to eat him up.
T: Where to?
Me: Hmm. There’s some blocks still under construction, maybe you can drive to the multistory car park there?
T: Sure.
He drove there and we headed to almost the second highest floor. I directed him to park next to the staircase.
Me: So. Now that you’ve seen me in real life. What do you think?
T: You’re really sexy.
Me: And?
T: Err…
He was really shy. Like he didn’t know what to say. Or do.
Me: You’re very different from your online persona.
T: Yeah.
Me: So why did you want to meet?
T: Say hello in real life?
I chuckled.
Me: And?
T: Maybe bury my face in your chest?
He laughed nervously.
Me: You really want to do that? Why?
T: Why not?
He answered a question with a question, and I didn’t know how to reply.
Me: How about a live view first?
I pulled down my tube top and bra. I swear his eyes nearly popped out. But he kept his hands to himself and only looked.
Me: Well?
T: Very nice.
I was a little disappointed. He really was a shy one. Maybe I needed to take the lead.
Me: That’s it? Don’t you want to touch them?
T: May I?
Me: Go ahead.
He gingerly stretched over and cupped my breasts. His hands were cold. Was he a vampire or something? I nearly jumped when his fingers brushed against my nipples. I moaned seductively to tease him. He immediately withdrew his hands.
T: Sorry. Did I hurt you?
This guy was hilarious.
Me: No. I’m just teasing you.
T: Well it’s working.
Me: Don’t you want to bury your face in them?
T: Yeah…
Me: Go ahead.
He leaned over and nuzzled my boobs while cupping them. I tensed up as his lips brushed against my nipple. They were cold too. I felt them hardening. He teased it with his tongue.
Me: Oh god…
He took it in his mouth and sucked lightly, before biting on my boob gently. The others never bit me so it was a new sensation. His tongue work was also surprisingly gentle, yet effective. I wondered how his tongue would be like below.
He didn’t neglect my other nipple, using his fingers to tease them, before swapping over. He went on for a full five minutes and I could feel myself getting wet. Suddenly, maybe not wearing panties was a bad idea. My wetness was probably soaking through my dress and onto his seats. Luckily they were leather.
I moaned into his ear.
I wanted badly to touch him. To feel his manhood, and however small he claimed it was. But I didn’t want to go too far as well.
I took one of his hands off my boob and slid it down my body, up my thighs and under my dress. He stopped when he felt the wetness.
T: You went commando?
Me: Yeah. And you are making me fucking wet.
T: Well, you’re making me fucking hard…
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captainofthewin
Wow nice update. An exact scene that I am hoping with my female friends hehe.
You’ll never find out if you don’t ask.
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funfox
Superbly wet and ready it seems. 😋
Time for some tongue lashing on her abalone
Haha. Just wait for the updates.
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dadbod40
Great story sis. Your encounter with Tom and how you teased him was so deja vu for me…
Oh? Something like that happened to you? Or are you Tom? I still don’t know his username on this forum. Haha
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plok
Wow. So damn hot. Will we be lucky enough for u to post some pics too?
Nope. Not gonna do that.
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want0nmee
Thanks for the story. Im getting hard too.
Lol! Stay hard!