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An evening out. True story

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By (user no longer on site) OP     over a year ago

He parked the car outside her flat, he knew he was a little early, but it was fine. He walked round to the front door, it was open as usual, so he knocked and called out in greeting. Following the reply he found her in the bedroom sorting her hair out. He gave her a quick kiss. When she was ready they headed off, walking into town to get something to eat. They had booked a table at her favourite Italian. The wine was good, the food better and conversation flowed backwards and forwards, still learning about each other. As they waited for the bill there was a palpable tension in the air. The sexual chemistry between them was electric and they both knew the plan to fulfil one of his fantasies on the way home.

Setting off they rounded the corner into the town square and came across a tent with a live musician. The singer’s repertoire suited them both, so they joined the small group sitting on the circular bench surrounding a nearby tree. Soon all the places on the bench were full. The music was good, but as they sat legs pressed together, he stroked her knee and the inside of her thigh just above, the tension rising even as they relaxed to the music. She got up briefly to take some photos, then sat down, astride the seat facing him. Perfect he thought, sliding his hand under her skirt, knowing that how they were sat concealed what he was doing.

He slid his hand very slowly up her thigh, finger tips barely grazing her skin until he reached the top of her thigh and his knuckles grazed her pubes. Her tension was so obvious as her breath caught and her quiet singing stopped, her eyes wide open. He took his hand back slightly and her singing started again, then stopped as he so deliberately brushed the back of his fingers through her hairs and across the top of her pussy, making her body jerk as she almost came. She relaxed again as his hand drew back, but it was a short respite, turning his hand over, he started to rub her pussy lips with his middle finger. Watching mostly out of the corner of his eye he saw her sit up ramrod stiff, bottom lip clamped between her teeth as she tried not to cry out in orgasm. He kept teasing her, flicking her clit, dipping his finger tip inside her wet pussy, loving the looks that crossed her face as she tried to keep her pleasure silent, so unlike her normal passionate cries. He didn’t want to push her too far, there were nigh on a dozen people within 10 feet of them, so he withdrew winking at her.

A few minutes later they were walking away from the music tent, on their way to their target destination, chatting normally as though nothing had happened. Proceeding through the alley they came into the churchyard, which was brighter then they both had expected or bargained on, but they didn’t care. Moving away from the main path through the graveyard, rounding the side of the church, he pulled her behind a buttress and pushed her up against the side of the church. Now they were hidden from the main path, but still visible to the secondary paths and the streets and buildings along two sides of the square, the light s from their windows exciting them further.

Moving in close they started kissing, tongues duelling fiercely as always. As he lifted her skirt her breath started to get ragged. As his hand cupped her pubic mound she started to pant with desire. As soon as he pushed two fingers inside her she cried out as the orgasm swept through her body. As he moved his fingers she came again, squirting her juices from her with great force, soaking her legs, his hand, his sleeve. As she moaned in bliss, he continued his assault upon her pussy, his two fingers working their magic, occasionally pausing, or brushing her clit with his thumb. Neither of them knew how many times she had cum, but it was many, most accompanied by huge gushes or squirts of her fluids. Whether she heard it was doubtful, but he could hear the splashes from the flagstones below as his fingers caused her to make a huge puddle between her feet. Not just between her feet, but so much of her fluid had run down her legs or splashed from her, that she couldn’t retain her balance as her feet slid within her shoes, so wet was she.

So they withdrew and crossed to the darkest patch of the graveyard. She lifted her skirt and lay down between the gravestones. He dropped his trousers and knelt between her legs, his hard cock slipping inside her so easily. He reached forward and kissed her, thanking her for fulfilling one of his fantasies, one he rarely shared. They started fucking, her turn to watch him now, his turn to be taking the greater pleasure. After several minutes, they heard voices, a group of three young lads, walking around the outside of the square. They continued fucking, watching the lads progress, almost willing them to catch sight of them and come over, but group was oblivious to them and soon disappeared. A few minutes later, a noise caused him to raise his head, still sucking on her engorged and sensitive nipple. A young couple were walking through the churchyard. The couples pace quickened and they stopped talking, obviously eager to get past them and away, passing within 20 feet of the action, the girl briefly glancing back before rounding the church and out of sight, scandalised at catching them screwing in the graveyard. He looked down into her eyes and they both burst out laughing. Standing and straightening their clothes, they slowly wandered out of the churchyard, heading for her flat and a more comfortable place to continue.

Just as they left the churchyard, a woman emerged from the side street and told them, with a broad smile to enjoy the rest of their evening. Looking at each other, they wondered, had the woman been watching them for long……..

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By (user no longer on site)  over a year ago

A true story....I can vouch for that

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By *7JayMan  over a year ago

Methil/edinburgh

very nice

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By (user no longer on site)  over a year ago


"A true story....I can vouch for that "

Really you say this with such force ....

Wich lady was you the one being spoil xxx or the spie mmm please tell how was it .... ")

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By (user no longer on site) OP     over a year ago

She wasnt the spy but the participant

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By (user no longer on site)  over a year ago

You have any more stories. Lol

Love reading them ..(very well done) lol

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By (user no longer on site)  over a year ago

You have any more stories. Lol

Love reading them ..(very well done) lol

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By (user no longer on site) OP     over a year ago

Oh i think i will have new stories to post soon

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