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By (user no longer on site) OP    39 weeks ago

I sat cross-legged on the living room floor, staring at the supermarket uniform laid out in front of me — a stiff blue polo shirt and a pair of shapeless, baggy combat trousers.

After John left — my husband of nearly four decades — reality settled in fast. He’d always earned enough for both of us, and I’d never needed to work. But now, pushing sixty and armed with little more than life experience, I’d landed a job at the local supermarket. My first in over thirty years.

The note that came with the uniform was blunt: the polo shirt was mandatory, but jeans were allowed in place of the combats. I didn’t own jeans, but I wasn’t about to shuffle through my first shift in those awful trousers, so I grabbed my bag and headed to the outlet centre, hoping to find something that felt a little more like me — or at least the version of me I was trying to become.

The outlet centre was quiet that morning, the kind of hush that made every footstep echo. I found a designer jeans shop with wild discounts and offers splashed across the window and wandered in. Inside were jeans of every style and colour, I wandered past racks of denim, fingers grazing fabric, trying to imagine myself in something tighter, something that said I hadn’t given up on being seen.

A young shop assistant approached — early twenties, maybe — with a warm smile and eyes that lingered just a second longer than polite. “Looking for something in particular?” he asked, voice low and smooth.

“I need jeans,” I said, suddenly aware of how my blouse clung to the curve of my waist. “Something that fits well. Not too tight. But… flattering.”

He nodded, and I followed him through the store, watching the way his shoulders moved beneath his shirt. He pulled a pair from the rack — dark wash, high-waisted — and held them out. “Try these. They’ll hug you in all the right places.”

In the changing room, I peeled off my skirt slowly, the air cool against my skin. The denim slid up my thighs, snug but forgiving, and when I turned to check the mirror, I saw a woman I hadn’t seen in years — confident, curious, alive.

I stepped out, and he was waiting. His gaze swept over me, lingering at my hips. “Perfect,” he said, voice husky now. “You look… incredible.”

He tilted his head, eyes still fixed on me. “They look great,” he said, stepping a little closer, “but I think you could go even sexier.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Sexier?”

He disappeared for a few minutes, returning another pair from the rack — lighter this time, tighter, with a stretch that promised to cling like a second skin. “These,” he said, holding them out, “are made to show off curves. Trust me.”

I hesitated, then took them from his hands, brushing his fingers in the exchange. The touch was brief, but promising.

Back in the changing room, I slid out of the first pair and stepped into the second. They were tighter — much tighter — and as I wriggled them up over my hips, I felt every inch of fabric press into me, sculpting, lifting, teasing. I turned in the mirror, breath catching at the sight. The jeans hugged me perfectly

I opened the door, and he was waiting again. His eyes widened, then darkened. “Wow,” he murmured, stepping forward. “You look… stunning.”

His gaze traveled slowly, reverently, and when he reached out — just lightly, fingertips brushing the curve of my waist — I didn’t stop him. The touch was gentle, exploratory, and lingered just long enough to make my skin tingle.

“You’ve got a body that deserves attention,” he said. “And those jeans? They’re begging to be admired.”

I felt heat rise in my chest, my neck, my thighs. It had been years since someone looked at me like that — not with pity, not with politeness, but with hunger.

And I wasn’t ready to walk away.

I reached for him, fingers curling around his wrist, pulling him gently toward me. That’s when I noticed the name badge — Gary.

“You like them then, Gary?” I asked, lips brushing his cheek as I leaned in.

“Very much,” he said, quick to respond, his hand reaching behind to tug the curtain closed with a swift, practiced motion.

I drew him deeper into the cramped changing room until the backs of my legs met the bench. I sat down slowly, eyes locked on his. He hesitated only a moment before his hands moved to the waistband of his jeans, fingers working the button, the zipper — revealing the tight black briefs beneath that clung to him, enhancing the bulge.

“Let me,” I whispered, reaching up to take over, tugging the denim down inch by inch. My hand slid over the fabric of his briefs, feeling the heat, the shape. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do — not after all these years.

He bent forward, cupping my face in his hands, and kissed me — long, deep, hungry. It was the kind of kiss that made time blur, that made me forget everything but the press of his lips and the taste of his breath.

When I pulled back, his cock was already free, jutting out from the edge of his briefs, thick and eager. I leaned in, tongue flicking slowly along the shaft, teasing, tasting. I spat lightly, letting it drip and spread, making everything slicker, smoother.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, a grin breaking across his face. “This is going to be amazing.”

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By *ysecret89Couple 39 weeks ago

Willerby

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By *avethefish400Man 39 weeks ago

yapton


"I sat cross-legged on the living room floor, staring at the supermarket uniform laid out in front of me — a stiff blue polo shirt and a pair of shapeless, baggy combat trousers.

After John left — my husband of nearly four decades — reality settled in fast. He’d always earned enough for both of us, and I’d never needed to work. But now, pushing sixty and armed with little more than life experience, I’d landed a job at the local supermarket. My first in over thirty years.

The note that came with the uniform was blunt: the polo shirt was mandatory, but jeans were allowed in place of the combats. I didn’t own jeans, but I wasn’t about to shuffle through my first shift in those awful trousers, so I grabbed my bag and headed to the outlet centre, hoping to find something that felt a little more like me — or at least the version of me I was trying to become.

The outlet centre was quiet that morning, the kind of hush that made every footstep echo. I found a designer jeans shop with wild discounts and offers splashed across the window and wandered in. Inside were jeans of every style and colour, I wandered past racks of denim, fingers grazing fabric, trying to imagine myself in something tighter, something that said I hadn’t given up on being seen.

A young shop assistant approached — early twenties, maybe — with a warm smile and eyes that lingered just a second longer than polite. “Looking for something in particular?” he asked, voice low and smooth.

“I need jeans,” I said, suddenly aware of how my blouse clung to the curve of my waist. “Something that fits well. Not too tight. But… flattering.”

He nodded, and I followed him through the store, watching the way his shoulders moved beneath his shirt. He pulled a pair from the rack — dark wash, high-waisted — and held them out. “Try these. They’ll hug you in all the right places.”

In the changing room, I peeled off my skirt slowly, the air cool against my skin. The denim slid up my thighs, snug but forgiving, and when I turned to check the mirror, I saw a woman I hadn’t seen in years — confident, curious, alive.

I stepped out, and he was waiting. His gaze swept over me, lingering at my hips. “Perfect,” he said, voice husky now. “You look… incredible.”

He tilted his head, eyes still fixed on me. “They look great,” he said, stepping a little closer, “but I think you could go even sexier.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Sexier?”

He disappeared for a few minutes, returning another pair from the rack — lighter this time, tighter, with a stretch that promised to cling like a second skin. “These,” he said, holding them out, “are made to show off curves. Trust me.”

I hesitated, then took them from his hands, brushing his fingers in the exchange. The touch was brief, but promising.

Back in the changing room, I slid out of the first pair and stepped into the second. They were tighter — much tighter — and as I wriggled them up over my hips, I felt every inch of fabric press into me, sculpting, lifting, teasing. I turned in the mirror, breath catching at the sight. The jeans hugged me perfectly

I opened the door, and he was waiting again. His eyes widened, then darkened. “Wow,” he murmured, stepping forward. “You look… stunning.”

His gaze traveled slowly, reverently, and when he reached out — just lightly, fingertips brushing the curve of my waist — I didn’t stop him. The touch was gentle, exploratory, and lingered just long enough to make my skin tingle.

“You’ve got a body that deserves attention,” he said. “And those jeans? They’re begging to be admired.”

I felt heat rise in my chest, my neck, my thighs. It had been years since someone looked at me like that — not with pity, not with politeness, but with hunger.

And I wasn’t ready to walk away.

I reached for him, fingers curling around his wrist, pulling him gently toward me. That’s when I noticed the name badge — Gary.

“You like them then, Gary?” I asked, lips brushing his cheek as I leaned in.

“Very much,” he said, quick to respond, his hand reaching behind to tug the curtain closed with a swift, practiced motion.

I drew him deeper into the cramped changing room until the backs of my legs met the bench. I sat down slowly, eyes locked on his. He hesitated only a moment before his hands moved to the waistband of his jeans, fingers working the button, the zipper — revealing the tight black briefs beneath that clung to him, enhancing the bulge.

“Let me,” I whispered, reaching up to take over, tugging the denim down inch by inch. My hand slid over the fabric of his briefs, feeling the heat, the shape. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do — not after all these years.

He bent forward, cupping my face in his hands, and kissed me — long, deep, hungry. It was the kind of kiss that made time blur, that made me forget everything but the press of his lips and the taste of his breath.

When I pulled back, his cock was already free, jutting out from the edge of his briefs, thick and eager. I leaned in, tongue flicking slowly along the shaft, teasing, tasting. I spat lightly, letting it drip and spread, making everything slicker, smoother.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, a grin breaking across his face. “This is going to be amazing.”"

This is fantastic, can’t wait for more

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By *aven3Man 39 weeks ago

Stoford

Thanks for posting 😁

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By *lderWiserNowMan 39 weeks ago

Kettrin

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By *ig daddy 1969Man 39 weeks ago

manchester

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Northumberland

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By *ucksguy2000Man 39 weeks ago

aylesbury

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By *lknhungMan 39 weeks ago

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Great start

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By (user no longer on site) 39 weeks ago

Brilliantly written

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By *cott60Man 39 weeks ago

Perth

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By (user no longer on site) 39 weeks ago

Amazing

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By *ilbert4450Man 39 weeks ago

paisley

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By *yrman57Man 39 weeks ago

Ayr

Gary sounds like an attentive employee !!!

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By *usie pTV/TS 39 weeks ago

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omg what next.

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swords

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By *inky grandadMan 39 weeks ago

Spain

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By *ike231251Man 39 weeks ago

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By *evonFbsCouple 39 weeks ago

East Devon

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By *azjaMan 39 weeks ago

Swindon -Algarve

Very nice

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By (user no longer on site) 39 weeks ago

Great start OP

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By *uga40Man 39 weeks ago

Hemel Hempstead

Do tell us more

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By (user no longer on site) OP    39 weeks ago

I ran my tongue slowly along Gary’s cock, letting it ride over the veins, savouring the taste of him as I teased the tip of his cock with soft flicks. His fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me with growing urgency.

“Suck it,” he groaned.

I wrapped my lips around him, firm and tight, sliding up and down with a rhythm that made him pant. His moans grew louder, echoing off the narrow walls of the changing room.

“Shhh,” I murmured, pulling back just enough to speak. “Someone might hear.”

He laughed, breathless. “Not a chance. I locked the door and hung the ‘Back in 5’ sign when I brought those jeans over.”

I glanced down at the denim hugging my thighs — skintight, and now damp with a mixture of saliva and precum. I could feel Gary was close, the twitching of his cock made the wetness gathering in my own panties drip a little more, something it hadn’t done in years.

“You’re a naughty boy,” I whispered with a grin, before leaning in again, lips wrapping around him once more. I could feel him tense, his hips thrusting back and forth — slow at first, then more urgent.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he moaned.

I pulled back, opening wide, letting him rest his cock on my tongue as he wanked into my mouth. He came hard and fast, each ribbon of hot, sticky cum splashing onto my face until I could barely see.

He collapsed beside me on the bench, chest rising and falling. “How was that?” he asked, voice still breathless.

“Fucking amazing,” I said, laughing softly. “I haven’t felt like this in years. You got me so wet.”

He turned to me, eyes dark and playful, bringing his fingers to his lips and licking them slowly. “Good,” he said. “Because now it’s your turn to cum.”

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By (user no longer on site) 39 weeks ago

This is great

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By (user no longer on site) OP    39 weeks ago

I sat trembling, not from cold, but from the anticipation pulsing through me. Gary leaned in and kissed the side of my face, still slick from his cum. His fingers moved to my blouse, unbuttoning it slowly, with care, then he slipped behind my back to unfasten my bra with one hand.

“You’ve done that before,” I said, laughing softly.

“Once or twice,” he replied with a grin. The thought of him with other women — younger, sexier — sent a pulse through me, my panties now soaked through.

He lowered his head, tongue circling one nipple while his fingers teased the other, coaxing gasps from my lips. My body arched toward him, desperate for more.

“Finger me,” I whispered,

“Yes ma’am,” he said with a playful salute, his grin full of wickedness.

I reached for the button, but he stopped me, placing his hand gently over mine. “Let me.”

He unfastened them slowly, teasing the tiny zipper down before slipping his hand inside. His fingers traced the edge of my panties, damp and clinging.

“God, you’re soaked,” he murmured.

“That’s all you,” I whispered, pressing into his hand, craving more.

His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, exploring my mound. I hesitated, then murmured, “Sorry… I’m not smooth.”

He paused, then smiled. “I much prefer it like this.”

He drew his fingers back, lifting them to his lips, tasting me with a quiet moan. Then he leaned in, brushing one slick finger across my lips.

“You like that taste?”

“Yes,” I breathed, lips parting.

His hand returned, slipping into the damp denim again, the heat between us rising. I shifted, whispering, “Maybe I should take these off…”

“No way,” he said, voice thick with promise. “I’m gonna make you squirt in them.”

“I don’t… I’ve never…”

“You will,” he said, eyes locked on mine. “Trust me.”

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By *ucksguy2000Man 39 weeks ago

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burnham / exeter

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North

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Southampton

Mmm so hot

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East Devon

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Brilliant

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Radcliffe

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Gloucester/Cyprus

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Hemel Hempstead

Dont stop

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Spain

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Following

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Hot

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By (user no longer on site) OP    39 weeks ago

Gary’s middle finger slipped inside me again, but this time with purpose, curling upward, searching, and finding a spot that made me spasm. My body jolted, hips lifting instinctively as he pushed deeper.

He kissed me hard, mouth open, tongue exploring mine with the same urgency as his fingers. The front of the jeans were soaked and sticky while the ache between my thighs was unbearable. I needed to cum, I wanted to squirt for the first time too.

A second finger joined the first, then a third, stretching me until I gasped. The pressure, the fullness, the rhythm, it was overwhelming in the best way.

“Come on, you know you wanna cum?” he whispered against my lips. “You wanna squirt?”

“God, yes,” I moaned.

He smiled, eyes locked on mine, and kept going — relentless, tender, and absolutely sure of what he was doing.

My body was no longer mine. It was his — trembling and pulsing. Every stroke of his fingers sent sparks through me, each one more desperate than the last.

“Let it happen,” he murmured, lips brushing my ear. “Don’t hold back.”

I couldn’t if I tried.

The pressure burst — a rush of heat and liquid, a sound I didn’t recognize as my own as I cried out, legs shaking, hips bucking and the squelching and splashing sounds of cum hitting the inside of my jeans. Gary held me through it, fingers still moving, coaxing every last ripple until I collapsed against him, breathless and exhausted.

He kissed my forehead, gentle now, grounding me. “That was beautiful,” he said.

I laughed softly, still dazed. “I didn’t know I could squirt.”

“You can,” he said. “You just needed someone to help you.”

The fluorescent lights above us buzzed. I leaned against the wall of the changing room, watching Gary as he straightened his shirt and ran a hand through his tousled hair.

He glanced down at the jeans I’d tried on — now crumpled in a heap at my feet. Soaked with my cum. He gave a crooked grin. “Well,” he said, “I think we’ve thoroughly tested the stretch on those.”

I laughed, still a little dizzy. “They passed.”

“I’ll grab a couple of fresh pairs for you”, he said, already heading toward the till. “Oh and you’ve earned a healthy discount.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Employee perks?”

“Let’s call it a loyalty reward,” he said, winking. “Besides, I’m the assistant manager. I can bend the rules for exceptional customers.”

He rang them up quickly, fingers flying over the keypad, then handed me the bag with a grin.

“These will last you for ages, but you’re welcome to come back anytime. We’ve got a whole new shipment arriving next week.

I stepped out into the shop, heart still fluttering, jeans in hand and skin tingling with the memory of his touch. I wasn’t sure how I’d be able to wear them to my first shift in the supermarket tomorrow without my pussy getting wet.

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By *inky grandadMan 39 weeks ago

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By (user no longer on site) OP    39 weeks ago

The following afternoon, I slipped into my new electric blue supermarket polo and dark skinny jeans. The fabric clung in ways I liked, flattering, and pressing in all the right places. I caught my reflection in the bus window on the way to the shop and barely recognised myself. There was something different about me. A flicker of confidence I hadn’t noticed before.

My shift ran from 2pm until 10pm, and I’d be shadowing Kirsten — my training supervisor.

Kirsten was young enough to be my granddaughter. Nineteen, maybe twenty. She’d dropped out of college last year and now spent her days stacking shelves and unloading deliveries.

She greeted me with a nod and a half-smile when I arrived. “You made it,” she said, brushing a strand of coppery hair behind her ear. “Ready for the glamorous world of frozen veg?”

I laughed, more nervously than I meant to. “Lead the way.”

We spent the first hour in the back, unpacking crates and sorting stock. Kirsten moved with a casual grace, lifting boxes like they weighed nothing, her sleeves pushed up to reveal lean forearms and a tattoo near her wrist — a crescent moon, barely visible.

“You’re doing alright,” she said, glancing over as I struggled with a stubborn roll of cling film. “Most new starters have packed it in by hour three.”

“Give me time,” I said, and she grinned.

There was a brief moment,when our hands brushed reaching for the same box. Her fingers were cool, steady. Mine trembled slightly. She didn’t pull away immediately.

“You’ve got nice hands,” she said, almost offhand, but her eyes lingered.

We worked side by side through the evening, the hum of the fridges and the clatter of crates filling the silences. But every so often, I’d catch her watching me — not in a mocking way, but something quieter. Thoughtful. Interested.

At one point, while restocking the biscuit aisle, she leaned close to reach a top shelf, her shoulder brushing mine. She didn’t move away.

“You smell nice,” she murmured, almost too quietly to hear.

I turned, heart thudding. “It’s just soap.”

“Still,” she said, eyes meeting mine. “It suits you.”

The air between us felt different after that, almost sensual and unspoken. And as we walked out together at the end of the shift, the night air cool against our flushed skin, I found myself wondering what exactly it was about Kirsten that was getting me all jittery and whether I wanted more.

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By *uga40Man 39 weeks ago

Hemel Hempstead

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By *oppy12Man 39 weeks ago

Swindon

So good!!

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paisley

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Perth

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By (user no longer on site) OP    39 weeks ago

Outside the supermarket, the pavement was slick from the earlier rain, and the streetlights cast long golden streaks across the road. I was exhausted after a hard, first shift but not quite ready to sleep.

Kirsten stretched, arms overhead, her polo shirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of skin. “You know,” she said, glancing sideways at me, “those jeans look amazing on you. I wish my gran dressed half as sexy.”

I stopped walking.

The word hit harder than I expected — gran. I knew I was older, of course. But hearing it out loud, in that context, made something twist in my gut. I looked down at the jeans, suddenly self-conscious, the confidence I’d felt earlier draining away.

“Oh,” I said, trying to keep my voice light. “I didn’t mean to look ridiculous…..or inappropriate.”

Kirsten turned quickly, her expression panicked. “Hey. No. That’s not what I meant.”

I shrugged, eyes fixed on the pavement. “It’s fine. I know how I must look to someone your age.”

She stepped closer, her voice gentler. “You look incredible. I meant it as a compliment. I just… I guess I forget sometimes how words sound.”

I nodded, still unsure.

Kirsten reached out, fingers brushing against my arm. “You’re not like anyone I’ve met. You’re smart, funny, mature and yeah — sexy. I wasn’t trying to make you feel small.”

I looked up, and she was closer than I expected. Her eyes searched mine, and for a moment, neither of us spoke.

Then she leaned in, giving me time to pull away.

I didn’t.

Her lips met mine — soft, tentative, then firmer. I felt her hand slide gently to the back of my neck, pulling me closer still, and I kissed her back, heart pounding.

When we finally pulled apart, she smiled. “I’ve wanted to do that all evening.”

I laughed, breathless. “You’re full of surprises.”

“So are you,” she said. “Fancy coming back to mine? We can talk. Or not talk.”

I hesitated, then nodded. “I’d like that.”

She reached for my hand, lacing her fingers through mine as we walked toward the bus stop, the night stretching ahead — full of possibility.

Kirsten’s flat was tucked above a bakery, the scent of sugar and yeast lingering faintly in the stairwell. She unlocked the door with a quick flick of her wrist and pushed it open, revealing a small but warm space — mismatched cushions on the sofa, fairy lights strung haphazardly across the ceiling, a stack of vinyl records leaning against the wall.

“Sorry it’s a bit chaotic,” she said, kicking off her boots. “I keep meaning to tidy but then I get distracted by things like… well you.”

I smiled, stepping inside. “It’s cosy. Lived-in. I like it.”

She gestured toward the sofa. “Sit. I’ll make tea. Or wine. Or both.”

“Wine would be good,” I said, settling into the cushions. My heart was still thudding, the kiss replaying in my mind like a scene I wasn’t sure I’d actually lived.

She moved around the kitchen with grace, humming something under her breath. I watched her — the way her hair fell into her eyes, the curve of her back as she reached for glasses.

She returned with two full glasses of red wine and curled up beside me, knees tucked under her. “So,” she said, handing me one. “Are you okay? After earlier?”

I nodded, then paused. “I didn’t expect it to hit me like that. I guess I’ve spent so long trying not to feel old that hearing it — even though you didn’t mean it….hurt.”

Kirsten reached out, brushing a strand of hair from my cheek. “You’re not old. You’re experienced, mature. Like a fine wine. Or a really expensive whisky.”

I laughed, the tension easing. “That’s the biggest backhanded compliment I’ve ever had.”

She grinned. “I’m full of them.”

We sipped our wine in silence for a moment, the fairy lights casting soft shadows across the room.

Then she leaned in again, slower this time, her hand resting lightly on my thigh. The kiss was deeper — less tentative, more confident. I felt myself melt into it, the warmth of her body against mine, the quiet hum of connection threading between us.

“I should probably warn you,” she said, almost whispering. “I’ve got a few kinks.”

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued but cautious. “Like what?”

She grinned. “I’ll show you. But it’s a secret.”

Before I could respond, she slipped off the sofa and padded toward the bedroom, tossing a glance over her shoulder.

I waited, the quiet stretching out, heart thudding with a mix of curiosity and nerves.

Then she reappeared, standing in the doorway with a wicked smile, tugging the straps tight on a harness — a black strap-on worn boldly over her light blue work jeans. The contrast of denim and leather, the confident tilt of her chin, the glint in her eye — it was playful, deliberate, and oddly tender.

“Holy fuck”, I gasped

She stepped forward, hands on her hips. “Too much?”

I shook my head slowly, lips parted. “Not at all.”

I stood, walking forward. “You’re full of surprises.”

She leaned in, her voice a whisper. “Only the good kind.”

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By (user no longer on site) OP    39 weeks ago

Can I touch it?” I asked, eyes fixed on the ultra-realistic black cock jutting confidently from the harness strapped around Kirsten’s hips.

She smirked. “You mean him?”

I blinked. “Sorry—him?”

She ran a hand over the shaft with casual affection. “I call him Idris. Well… after you know who.”

I laughed, easing the tension, and my nerves. “I bet you and Idris have had a lot of fun.”

“Oh, we have,” she said, stepping closer, her voice dropping. Her arm slid around my waist, pulling me against her. Her other hand found its way to my bum, gripping it tight.

She leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “Idris likes ass. And he wants yours.”

I gasped. My eyes widened. I’d never done that before — not even considered it. The thought made my pulse race with fear.

“I’ve never…” I began, voice barely audible.

She pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, her expression relaxed. “Ok. I’m not rushing you. But if you want to try — really try — I’ll make sure it feels good.”

Her fingers traced slow, deliberate circles over the curve of my backside. “We could start slow,” she murmured, her voice coaxing. “Just my tongue… or a finger.”

She made it sound so effortless, so intimate, that the nerves fluttering in my chest began to shift into something else — anticipation.

“I want to try,” I said quietly, heart pounding.

“Good,” she replied, her smile warm and reassuring. She lifted my polo shirt over my head, her hands lingering at my waist before guiding me gently toward the sofa. “Why don’t you kneel, facing the back?”

I did as she asked, settling into position, my arms braced against the cushions. Fear gripping me.

I felt her reach around, fingers working the zipper of my jeans, tugging them down slowly.

“God, these are tight,” she laughed softly, her tone playful.

Then I felt her fingers hook into the sides of my panties, easing them down to join the jeans around my thighs. The air against my skin made me shiver.

She leaned in, her breath warm against my ear. “Are you okay spreading for me?”

I nodded, too breathless to speak. Reaching back, I parted my cheeks.

Kirsten let out a quiet moan. “Fuck me, you look incredible,” she whispered. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

Her hands skimmed over my hips. I could feel the heat of her breath as she leaned in closer.

“I’m going to take my time,” she said, voice velvet-soft. “You just breathe.”

I nodded, pressing my forehead to the back of the sofa, letting the cushions cradle me. The room felt quiet, suspended in a hush that made every touch feel magnified.

She kissed the small of my back, slowly, then lower — each kiss a little lower than the last, each pause waiting for my approval. I felt her fingers dance along the inside of my thighs, testing, teasing, never rushing.

“You’re trembling,” she murmured, brushing her lips against my skin. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” I whispered, surprised by the steadiness in my voice. “Please don’t.”

Her hands moved with care, tracing the edges of my hole. When her tongue finally flicked over my hole, it was gentle — exploratory, patient. A soft gasp escaped from me, and she paused, letting me adjust to the sensation.

“You’re doing so well,” she said, her voice thick with affection. “Just enjoy it.”

I did. I let go of the tension in my shoulders, the tight grip of fear in my chest.

Minutes passed like hours, and when she finally pulled back, her hands still resting on me, I turned slightly, catching her gaze.

“You okay?” she asked, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

I nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “More than okay.”

She leaned in and kissed me, her lips lingering as I tasted my ass on her mouth. When she pulled back, her eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Finger this time,” she whispered, smiling.

“Oh yes,” I said. “Definitely”.

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By *ritter1Man 39 weeks ago

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By (user no longer on site) OP    39 weeks ago

Kirsten rose from her knees, standing directly behind me, one hand firmly on my back. Her fingers traced slow, teasing circles around my hole — not rushing, just exploring.

“We might need a few things,” she murmured, her voice thoughtful. “I want this to feel good, and you’re so fucking tight.”

She disappeared into the bedroom, leaving me braced against the sofa, heart pounding with anticipation. When she returned, she held a small pink vibrator and a tube of lube in her hands, her expression focused but tender.

“Trust me,” she said, kneeling behind me again. “We’ll go slow. I just need to help you open up a little first.”

She clicked the vibrator on, and the soft hum filled the room. The sound alone sent a shiver through me.

“Can you hold this against your clit for me?” she asked gently, offering it with a quiet smile.

“Might need a third hand,” I joked, breathless.

“Don’t worry about spreading your cheeks,” she said, brushing her fingers along my back. “I’ll take care of that.”

I took the vibrator from her. It felt cool and dry in my hand, so I brought it to my lips, licking it gently to warm it.

Kirsten let out a soft moan behind me. “I’ll be doing that myself once it’s been inside you.”

I lowered it, pressing it against my clit, and the sensation was instant — sharp, explosive, deep. My moans loud as my hips twitched forward.

Behind me, Kirsten pulled one cheek gently aside. I heard the soft pop of the lube cap, then felt the cool, slick touch as it slide down my hole — a slow, teasing glide that made me gasp and grip the cushions tighter.

“You ready?” she whispered, her breath warm against my lower back.

I nodded, unable to speak, my body tingling with anticipation.

Her fingers traced slow circles around my hole, coaxing me open with care. Then, with a steady pressure, I felt her begin to push — the tip of her index finger slipping past the initial resistance, working its way deeper into me.

I moaned, the sensation strange but amazing.

“Good girl,” she murmured. “It’s in.”

“Feels good,” I breathed, surprised by how true it was.

She eased it in further as my muscles adjusted around her. She moved back and forth, gently rocking her finger in and out, letting me feel every inch.

“Do you want to try,” she said. “I’d love to feel your tongue inside my ass”.

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By (user no longer on site) 39 weeks ago


"Kirsten rose from her knees, standing directly behind me, one hand firmly on my back. Her fingers traced slow, teasing circles around my hole — not rushing, just exploring.

“We might need a few things,” she murmured, her voice thoughtful. “I want this to feel good, and you’re so fucking tight.”

She disappeared into the bedroom, leaving me braced against the sofa, heart pounding with anticipation. When she returned, she held a small pink vibrator and a tube of lube in her hands, her expression focused but tender.

“Trust me,” she said, kneeling behind me again. “We’ll go slow. I just need to help you open up a little first.”

She clicked the vibrator on, and the soft hum filled the room. The sound alone sent a shiver through me.

“Can you hold this against your clit for me?” she asked gently, offering it with a quiet smile.

“Might need a third hand,” I joked, breathless.

“Don’t worry about spreading your cheeks,” she said, brushing her fingers along my back. “I’ll take care of that.”

I took the vibrator from her. It felt cool and dry in my hand, so I brought it to my lips, licking it gently to warm it.

Kirsten let out a soft moan behind me. “I’ll be doing that myself once it’s been inside you.”

I lowered it, pressing it against my clit, and the sensation was instant — sharp, explosive, deep. My moans loud as my hips twitched forward.

Behind me, Kirsten pulled one cheek gently aside. I heard the soft pop of the lube cap, then felt the cool, slick touch as it slide down my hole — a slow, teasing glide that made me gasp and grip the cushions tighter.

“You ready?” she whispered, her breath warm against my lower back.

I nodded, unable to speak, my body tingling with anticipation.

Her fingers traced slow circles around my hole, coaxing me open with care. Then, with a steady pressure, I felt her begin to push — the tip of her index finger slipping past the initial resistance, working its way deeper into me.

I moaned, the sensation strange but amazing.

“Good girl,” she murmured. “It’s in.”

“Feels good,” I breathed, surprised by how true it was.

She eased it in further as my muscles adjusted around her. She moved back and forth, gently rocking her finger in and out, letting me feel every inch.

“Do you want to try,” she said. “I’d love to feel your tongue inside my ass”. "

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Huddersfield

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By (user no longer on site) OP    39 weeks ago

I rolled over, my back sinking into the sofa cushions, my face glistening. Kirsten leaned in, her lips brushing mine with a long, lingering kiss. There was a trace of something on her mouth — sweet and earthy. The taste sent a shiver through me.

“If that’s me I’m tasting,” I whispered, “I can’t wait to return the favour.”

She grinned, eyes gleaming. “You’ll get your chance.”

With a quick motion, she unfastened the harness and let it drop to the floor, Idris landing with a soft thud. Then she turned her back to me, lifting her polo shirt over her head in one fluid motion.

I sat up, breath catching. Her wrist tattoo was small — a delicate crescent moon — but her back was something else entirely. Inked across her shoulder blades were sweeping angel wings, intricate and ethereal, like something out of a dream.

“Wow,” I said, unable to hide my awe. “That’s… stunning.”

She glanced over her shoulder, smiling. “Glad you like. Took forever, hurt like hell, and cost a fortune”.

She reached for the button of her jeans, fingers pausing just before sliding them down. “There’s another surprise,” she said, voice teasing.

“Ooh,” I giggled, leaning forward. “What now?”

She bent slightly, easing the denim down her hips. Beneath them, she wore sleek black leather-look briefs, the kind that shimmered faintly under the soft light. A silver zipper ran across the top, complete with a small ring pull.

“You’ll have to unzip me to see,” she said, glancing back with a wicked smile.

My fingers trembled slightly as I reached out, slipping one through the ring and tugging gently. The zipper gave way slowly, revealing a flash of red — a heart-shaped plug nestling in her bottom, playful and bold.

I blinked. “You’re insatiable,” I whispered.

She turned, eyes dark and inviting. “You’ve no idea.”

“Just rotate and pull gently,” Kirsten said. “It should pop out.”

I followed her instructions, fingers working slowly, feeling the subtle resistance as her muscles held tight around it. The moment it slipped free, she turned to take it from me — but I didn’t let go.

Her eyes met mine, a flicker of confusion passing across her face. “What is it?” she asked softly.

I held the silver plug up between us, its polished surface catching the light. “This,” I said, desperately trying to keep my voice steady.

She hesitated, the playful glint in her eyes dimming for a moment. “Too much?” she asked, and I saw it — the flicker of vulnerability, the fear that she’d gone too far, pushed too hard.

“Not at all,” I said, a slow smile spreading across my lips. “I want you to put it in me”.

She gasped, grinning, before stepping closer, her fingers brushing mine as she took the plug gently from my hand. “You’re gonna love how it feels,” she whispered.

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By (user no longer on site) OP    39 weeks ago

Kirsten guided me gently onto my back, my body splayed across the sofa, limbs loose. She reached across me to grab the little pink vibrator, her arm brushing my chest as she leaned in for a kiss — slow, tender, and full of what was to come.

Her lips trailed down my neck, lingering there before continuing their journey lower. When she reached my breasts, she paused, giving them her full attention — each kiss, each flick of her tongue sending pulses of ecstasy through me. My body responded instinctively, hips slowly thrusting, the sticky heat between my legs growing stronger,

She wriggled between my thighs, her voice playful. “Lift your legs for me.”

I raised them as high as I could, as my hips tilted upward. “There it is,” she murmured, eyes gleaming. “Beautiful.”

She giggled softly, pressing the vibrator to my clit while her other hand traced slow circles around my sad with the heart-shaped plug. The cool metal against my skin made me shiver.

She pushed a little harder — first with the vibrator, then with the plug — each movement coaxing me open a little more.

“How you doing?” she asked, her voice gentle.

I moaned in response, words lost.

She lifted the vibrator from me, eyes locked on mine, and brought it to her lips. Her tongue flicked across it, tasting me.

“God, you taste amazing,” she whispered. Then, with a playful giggle, she tossed the vibrator aside and leaned in, burying her face between my thighs, her breath warm as her tongue explored my pussy .

I gasped, fingers grasping the cushions as her tongue moved with greater speed and intensity, flicking, circling, tasting. Just as I felt I could take no more, I felt the plug finally settle fully inside me, a feeling that made me shiver, but the way it enhanced every sensation was unreal. My body arched, hips rising to meet her mouth, every nerve exploding with pleasure.

Then, suddenly, she pulled back, crawling up beside me with a wicked smile and flushed cheeks.

“Your turn,” she said.

“My turn for…?” I asked, though I already knew.

She leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “Your turn on your knees. I want to ride your face until I squirt all over you.

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Superb piece of writing.

Pace and intensity is just about perfect

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By (user no longer on site) OP    39 weeks ago

I lowered my head toward Kirsten’s hips, the silver ring pull of her leather briefs glinting between her legs. Her bum was bare now, but the sleek faux leather still hugged her front, concealing her pussy.

“You’ll want to unzip this first,” she teased, reaching down and slowly tugging the zipper forward. “Come closer.”

I leaned in, but a sudden wave of nerves caught me off guard and I hesitated.

Kirsten noticed immediately. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” she asked, her voice soft, her hand brushing my cheek.

“I’ve… I’ve never been with a woman,” I admitted, heart pounding. “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do.”

She giggled, “God, that’s so hot,” she whispered. “Don’t worry. I’ll show you.”

With that, she pulled the zipper all the way around, the leather parting to reveal her pussy bare, glistening, and swollen.

“Pinch here,” she said gently, placing her fingers on either side of lips, guiding me. “Then just do what feels natural.”

I followed her lead, leaning in, letting instinct take over. My tongue moved slowly at first, tasting, exploring. Her body responded immediately, hips thrusting.

She groaned as I pulled back slightly, letting a trail of spit slide down her puss. “You taste like honey,” I murmured, surprised by the sweetness.

The more I explored, the wetter she became, her moans growing louder, her fingers joining mine as she rubbed her swollen, scarlet mound. “I’m close,” she whispered, voice trembling.

I paused to catch my breath, and as I did, my eyes drifted lower — to the small, inviting hole beneath. I brought my finger up, circling gently before slipping inside, slow at first, before pushing it inside.

“Oh, fuck yes,” she gasped, her hands gripping my head, pressing me closer. My tongue moved deeper, my finger working in tandem, and her body responded, jerking, trembling, until with one last thrust, she screamed.

It was sudden and overwhelming — a rush of hot, sticky water, wet and wild, cascading over me like a summer storm. She cried out again, I was soaked, like I’d just stepped from the shower.

Afterward, we lay tangled together on the sofa, limbs entwined, hearts still racing. We kissed softly, fingers tracing lazy patterns across each other’s skin.

“I’ve had the best night ever,” she whispered, her voice sleepy and content. “Did you enjoy it?”

I smiled, pulling her close. “More than I ever imagined.”

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By (user no longer on site) OP    39 weeks ago

Thanks everyone for your lovely comments and replies. If you enjoyed it and want to DM to tell me how much, I’d love to hear all about it. 💦

This post is getting pretty near full so I’ll continue the story here.

https://m.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/1726024#message_42176953

If there are any fantasies you’d like me to explore too, let me know.

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Awesome

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