cymbidia
unrepentant pervert
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It was Sunday morning and i was on the way to my play partner's house. Filled with more than just little flutterings of nervous excitement, too, i was aroused and excited, anticipatory and afraid. My senses were already on high.
I stopped at one of those drive-through coffee places, the ones that sell premium coffees. Maybe a mocha for the road, i thought. I'd not eaten (i never do before what i know will be hard play) and my stomach was doing flip-flops.
The stand was attended by two kids, late teens in age, perhaps. The day was already sunny and gorgeous. They were working in a cool place. They had thier music going. Their tip cup looked stuffed, too. All was right with thier world, one could just tell.
They made my coffee and we chatted a bit during the process; i'm a regular at this stand.
"So, where are you off to?" one of them asked.
I raised an eyebrow, immediately aware of the oversized black bag on the seat behind me, a bag that was locked securely with a key lock. I shifted, aware of my garters, of the lace-topped stockings they held up, of the satin and lace bustier i was wearing beneath my ordinary, snap-all-the-way-up-the-front (for easy removal) denim dress.
I grinned. "You're not old enough for me to tell you what i'm going to be doing today."
They stopped and looked in at me. Both looked surprised and a bit nonplussed at my answer.
"Well," one of them finally said into my grinning silence, "you'd be surprised at what i did last night."
"Maybe not," i countered, taking my mocha from the other and flashing a warm smile at them both before i drove off to meet my dominant play partner, "maybe not."
I stopped at one of those drive-through coffee places, the ones that sell premium coffees. Maybe a mocha for the road, i thought. I'd not eaten (i never do before what i know will be hard play) and my stomach was doing flip-flops.
The stand was attended by two kids, late teens in age, perhaps. The day was already sunny and gorgeous. They were working in a cool place. They had thier music going. Their tip cup looked stuffed, too. All was right with thier world, one could just tell.
They made my coffee and we chatted a bit during the process; i'm a regular at this stand.
"So, where are you off to?" one of them asked.
I raised an eyebrow, immediately aware of the oversized black bag on the seat behind me, a bag that was locked securely with a key lock. I shifted, aware of my garters, of the lace-topped stockings they held up, of the satin and lace bustier i was wearing beneath my ordinary, snap-all-the-way-up-the-front (for easy removal) denim dress.
I grinned. "You're not old enough for me to tell you what i'm going to be doing today."
They stopped and looked in at me. Both looked surprised and a bit nonplussed at my answer.
"Well," one of them finally said into my grinning silence, "you'd be surprised at what i did last night."
"Maybe not," i countered, taking my mocha from the other and flashing a warm smile at them both before i drove off to meet my dominant play partner, "maybe not."
