It was during a late night weekend phone sex session with my partner as I was getting to know her that the following happened. We were still in the early days of our relationship and I was working away. The small bed of the B and B acted as my platform, I’d just came off shift and showered before watching the football with a beer. She’d been out with friends for a meal and a few drinks before an earlyish night and a cursory good night call had turned into something much more fruity.
My cock was swollen and I teased it gently with spit on my fingers with my boxers around my knees on the bed as I gently probed her with increasingly kinky questions and scenarios .
“So what’s the most humiliating thing that’s ever happened to you sexually?”
A little pause followed by a throaty gulp occurred.
“Well I’m not sure if i should tell you”
My shaved pierced fat cock pulsed in anticipation as slowly she began the following tale .
She was 29 when we met her but when she was 19,she took great pleasure in taking herself up town in the city we lived there in to get fucked. She had experienced a string of short term possessive jealous boyfriends but at 19 was single and carefree . So when a friends birthday arrived she was more than willing to join them.
The particular night in general was slightly after summer just as the nights were drawing in but still warm. In the those years just post millennium , when clubbbers still actually dressed up in style and pre the Kardashian’ / jersey / geordie shore era a girl who put effort into her appearance really stood out
Jodie had been out with her usual gaggle of friends and were in the final pre club bar. She was super hot back then and still is a head turner now, she was wearing a combo outfit of skin tight black leather pvc corset style belly top with a matching tiny mini skirt , so short the gusset of her purple g string was showing , a pair of studded black knee boots and matrix style trench coat . Her make up was shiny and light with bright red Ferrari lips with pair of devil horns
The bar was a long slender serving area with a wide open dance floor at the end , after the ubiquitous first drinks and dance , she went to reapply her lip stick in the toilets . Two layers of bright scarlett were quickly rolled on after a piss.
As she left the toilets, she noticed a tall older guy checking her out. Being a slut this lead to an accentuated sway in her hips , an excessive flick of her hair on the dance floor , until finally she went to get another drink .
He approached her, sidling up beside her with a hand in the small of her back. He was all hair gel and clean shaven , smelling of aftershave . Older than she first thought , maybe late twenties if not early thirties. He bought her a drink and guided her to a round table in the corner . She crossed her legs towards him , indicating interest. The way she described it had me squirming in that bed all alone over a decade later!
He complimented her on on her outfit and shoes, analysing her make up before finally explaining that women use red lipstick as a primordial throwback , the redder the lips , the more reminiscent they are of a vulva to a males caveman cognitive wiring .
As they talked his fingers slowly stroked her legs, smelling of that 00s fad cocoa butter. She felt isolated, like she’d been singled out from her friends. She took a long drink before he took it from her, brushing his hands against her cheek , he cupped her chin and crushed his lips against hers, slowly her lips gave way and the tip of his tongue explored hers, it danced around her moist mouth as his hands traced slowly over her belly and hips .
Anyone care to continue?
My cock was swollen and I teased it gently with spit on my fingers with my boxers around my knees on the bed as I gently probed her with increasingly kinky questions and scenarios .
“So what’s the most humiliating thing that’s ever happened to you sexually?”
A little pause followed by a throaty gulp occurred.
“Well I’m not sure if i should tell you”
My shaved pierced fat cock pulsed in anticipation as slowly she began the following tale .
She was 29 when we met her but when she was 19,she took great pleasure in taking herself up town in the city we lived there in to get fucked. She had experienced a string of short term possessive jealous boyfriends but at 19 was single and carefree . So when a friends birthday arrived she was more than willing to join them.
The particular night in general was slightly after summer just as the nights were drawing in but still warm. In the those years just post millennium , when clubbbers still actually dressed up in style and pre the Kardashian’ / jersey / geordie shore era a girl who put effort into her appearance really stood out
Jodie had been out with her usual gaggle of friends and were in the final pre club bar. She was super hot back then and still is a head turner now, she was wearing a combo outfit of skin tight black leather pvc corset style belly top with a matching tiny mini skirt , so short the gusset of her purple g string was showing , a pair of studded black knee boots and matrix style trench coat . Her make up was shiny and light with bright red Ferrari lips with pair of devil horns
The bar was a long slender serving area with a wide open dance floor at the end , after the ubiquitous first drinks and dance , she went to reapply her lip stick in the toilets . Two layers of bright scarlett were quickly rolled on after a piss.
As she left the toilets, she noticed a tall older guy checking her out. Being a slut this lead to an accentuated sway in her hips , an excessive flick of her hair on the dance floor , until finally she went to get another drink .
He approached her, sidling up beside her with a hand in the small of her back. He was all hair gel and clean shaven , smelling of aftershave . Older than she first thought , maybe late twenties if not early thirties. He bought her a drink and guided her to a round table in the corner . She crossed her legs towards him , indicating interest. The way she described it had me squirming in that bed all alone over a decade later!
He complimented her on on her outfit and shoes, analysing her make up before finally explaining that women use red lipstick as a primordial throwback , the redder the lips , the more reminiscent they are of a vulva to a males caveman cognitive wiring .
As they talked his fingers slowly stroked her legs, smelling of that 00s fad cocoa butter. She felt isolated, like she’d been singled out from her friends. She took a long drink before he took it from her, brushing his hands against her cheek , he cupped her chin and crushed his lips against hers, slowly her lips gave way and the tip of his tongue explored hers, it danced around her moist mouth as his hands traced slowly over her belly and hips .
Anyone care to continue?
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