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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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for some fun I want you guys to continue it. Feel free to add a chapter or just a sentence, I will chime in with my own additions once it gets going,
have fun  x
She had been feeling horny all weekend,
her hands moved over her body as the bubbles caressed her skin, her nipples hard under her fingers. She slips her hand between her freshly shaved pussy lips, already swollen, her clit responds to her touch.
She slips a finger inside herself, her pussy shuddering, she rubs and strokes, her other hand pulling her nipples, the warm water cascading over her.
SHe lets out a silent cry as she cums, her hips bucking against her hand.
She stands there, holding herself in the shower, and starts to cry, sliding down the tiled wall.
She needed the release, but also needed the touch of someone else, to feel his against hers, his lips over her body, his hands cupping her breasts,
his hardness filling her.
She pulls herself together, turns off the shower, wrapping her wet body in a warm cotton towel, she pads through to the bedroom.
She dries herself, the soft towel caressing her body, making her clit throb and her nipples tingle. She dresses quickly, pulling on her nicest panties and matching bra, her nipples pushing against the lace.
She dries her hair, puts on her make-up, a spritz of perfume and heads off to her car. Her pulse already quickening.
She parks and pays the meter, having to borrow 10p off a stranger, flashing a smile and playing the ditzy woman in return. Sticks the ticket to the window then off to where he told her to be. One minute and forty two seconds later she is back at the car checking to make sure she locked it.
Cursing the heels as she hurries along, the blood pounding in her veins, she makes it on time, she scans the coffee shop, trying to picture his face.
There! She spots him, a welcoming smile, a flurry of greetings and she is sitting opposite him, not separated by a screen and miles of telephone wire, but right there, with him.
He looked the same as the photo, although slightly taller than she thought.
He stands up to get coffee and she gives him a big smile. He returns a few minutes later with the coffee. They talk about life, some mild suggestive comments thrown in for good measure, he leans over to wipe some foam off her top lip, his touch sending sparks down her neck.
He excuses himself to the gents. She sits there, smiling to herself, a warm glow spreading from her groin. She shifts her hips a little, grinding into the seat. Her clit throbs in return. Her mobile beeps with a message.
"Last cubicle, gents." is the message.
Her clit throbs harder, the warm flush intensifying. She can feel her knickers are already damp. She grabs her bag and heads towards the toilets.
Deep breath, she opens the door, empty, apart from the last cubicle, she hurries over and opens the door.
He pulls her in, locks the door and pushes her up against the wall, kissing her deeply. His hands over her body,pulling at her clothing, she tries to push back, taken by surprise, but her body takes over, she pulls at his shirt, her hands moving up his bare chest.
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