Out in the open.

heather_baby

Don't test me.
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So, we have all this beating around the bush threads right?

Designed to tease and whatnot. For instance the *turn me on in five words thread".

Well wouldn't you like to say more than five words? Fuck yeah you would.

This a straight up sexual rp out in the open. Anyone and everyone can join in whenever they want. Try to make a flowing story. Pics are allowed :).

Eh, we'll see where it goes.

Have fun with it.
 
So, we have all this beating around the bush threads right?

Designed to tease and whatnot. For instance the *turn me on in five words thread".

Well wouldn't you like to say more than five words? Fuck yeah you would.

This a straight up sexual rp out in the open. Anyone and everyone can join in whenever they want. Try to make a flowing story. Pics are allowed :).

Eh, we'll see where it goes.

Have fun with it.
Really? No takers?


Oh well you give the people what they want and they throw it away. Lol
 
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Hands wandering down your thighs as I press into you, making sure you feel my hardening cock against your hips.
 
Heather baby, I am really, really fucking horny! The story I want... We meet at a bar, we give one another that knowing look. I take you back to my car. You get ass fucking naked ;) And I pound your hot, hot body for all to see. No holds barred. Just two hot, eager bodies.
 
I enter the hotel bar after a very long and contentious meeting. I order a double scotch, straight up. When it is served, I take a deep sip, exhale a deep breath, and start to survey the room.

From my spot at the corner of the bar, I see a young woman wearing a strikingly short skirt seated at a tale, alone, across the room. She is quite boldly surveying the men in the room. There are 5 or 6 other men, alone or in pairs, scattered around the bar. Most of them in their 30s or 40s, I would guess. I am clearly the oldest at 61.

All of the other men have clearly noticed her. I see them casting surreptitious glances in her direction whenever they think she is not looking. She displays none of their hesitancy: staring directly at each of them in turn, looking them up and down appraisingly.

She has ignored me, either because I am in a relatively dark corner of the room or, more likely, because I'm older. I wonder idly which if the men in the room is going to finally get up the courage to approach her.

"What the fuck," I think. I'm stuck in town by myself. There is no one in the bar who knows me. I'm wearing a Copley suit that fits perfectly. I look good in it. What have I got to lose. If I'm going to make a move, I'd better do it before any of these younger guys.

Downing the rest of my drink (hey, I do need a little courage to approach a woman so much younger than me), I get up from the barstool and stride across the room, a confidence in my bearing that it not quite matched by the thoughts in my head. I am about 1/2 way across the room when she notices me. She looks me directly in the eye, without smiling but without sending any negative signals. Her eyes move down my body, and I am sure she is staring directly at my crotch. There is something about her boldness that produces an immediate reaction in that area.
 
I feel your ass press against me . . .

. . . as I grab your hair that falls towards me.
One hand reaches back to run my fingers through your hair, and the other rests on your thigh. My nails digging in slightly as I moan from you grabbing my hair back and bite my lip.
 
One hand reaches back to run my fingers through your hair, and the other rests on your thigh. My nails digging in slightly as I moan from you grabbing my hair back and bite my lip.
My lips find your exposed neck . . . and slowly, lightly place gently kisses on it . . . all the while my hand gripping your hair a little tighter, a little stronger.
 
My lips find your exposed neck . . . and slowly, lightly place gently kisses on it . . . all the while my hand gripping your hair a little tighter, a little stronger.
I moan slightly, my nails scratching up your thigh as me head falls back all the way. My skin on fire from the touch of your lips, I press my hips back, silently begging for you
 
I moan slightly, my nails scratching up your thigh as me head falls back all the way. My skin on fire from the touch of your lips, I press my hips back, silently begging for you
. . . my other hand slides down your front . . over the front of your neck, over your chest, your breasts, your stomach . . . .
 
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