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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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This is a 100% true account of something that happened to me a few years ago during a period between marriage breakups.
I worked in a public service role and I worked in a busy town in west London. I am not going to tell my then occupation, but it did bring me into contact with many people throughout my working day, and especially local shop keepers. One such shop I often walked past during the day and received many a wave from the lady who owned the shop. Occasionally she would beckon me in and offer me tea if she didn’t have a client at the time.
On one particular day I dropped in and was greeted by the lady and offered tea. Also in the shop but keeping well out of the way was a rather nervous looking lady aged around 50 yrs.
It transpired that this lady was the shop keepers aunty and was visiting her niece for a few weeks. It turned out the whole family were/are from Iran.
The shop keeper speaks excellent English and she introduced me to her aunt. The aunt was very nervous and spoke very broken English. However whilst I was drinking the tea I couldn’t help but notice that the aunt kept looking at me, albeit nervously, but I did notice she had a great figure in her tight jeans and although she wore a loose jumper looked like a big pair of breasts.
The aunt kept staring at my uniform, still quite nervous. Anyway when it was time to leave I thanked the shop keeper for her hospitality and turned to the aunt and said goodbye,at the same time I put out my hand to shake her hand. We shook hands but I kept hold just a few seconds longer and stroked her palm with my finger and at the same time stared her in the eye and grinned. I left and went about my business the remainder of the day.
Now fast forward a couple of days and I am walking pat the shop again and look inside and see the aunt in the shop alone. When she sees me she waves me into the shop, she speaks in broken English in very hushed tones. She explains that her niece is on the phone in the back office, she asks what the meaning of the hand shake? I grin and jokingly tell her it is a sign of friendship between foreigners!
She quickly scribbles her name and a phone number on a piece of paper and tells me to call her the following morning at a given time. She then tells me her niece is finishing her conversation and she ushers me out of the shop.
The following day I call and she answers, we have a brief chat, even though it was difficult because of the language barrier. However I arrange to pick her up on my next day off.
I go to the arranged meeting place,(nieces home address) and she comes out and gets in the car. It was freezing cold day and pouring rain. She explains that she would like to talk so I drive to a nearby car park frequented by alsorts.
It’s only around 12 clock mid day and we sit talking. I sense she is nervous and she explains it’s because of my job/uniform that I wear, in her country she would not dare to speak to a similarly employed person. I assure her she is safe, now this is where it hots up!!!
She half turns to face me in the car, she looks up and down the car park then she lunges across and grabs me and starts to kiss my face off!! Her tongue is everywhere and of course I oblige and return the gesture, thinking this is good public relations. After lots and lots of kissing and sucking my face and neck she breaks away back to her seat.
Again she looks around through the window, next thing she lifts her jumper to expose her bra covered breast. She then lifts her left breast out of her bra and she pleaded ‘please kiss my breast’
‘Suck my breast suck my nipples’
She had extremely big breasts and big hard nipples, unusual I thought on such a slim lady. Am busy sucking away, she is moaning and groaning so loudly. As I suckle away my right hand is stroking her crotch on her trousers. She by this time is going ballistic kissing me close to death. I undo her belt, her buttons, her zip and slide my hand down the front of her panties. I just reach the first growth of pubes, my cock is aching so I grab her hand and put it on top of my cock over my jeans, she is squeezing and pulling it. She is resisting me going further into her panties, I get my cock out and put her hand on it. This spurrs her on and she is wanking me like crazy and being very vocal. In the mean time I have managed to get to her clit and finger it till she had one almighty orgasm. She screamed uncontrollably and shook violently. Strange thing was she kept thanking me!! She then looked around agin then proceeded to suck me off, I came in her mouth and she just sat up and opened the car door and spat it out. She kept thanking me for ‘being good to her’!! I took her home shortly after that, we did meet again several times after that over the following weeks and each time went a little further, she did however tell me that she was a good Muslim lady and that she wouldn’t do sex??!!
All this is true, anyone want to here more?
And please if you guessed my profession please keep your thoughts to yourself and don’t print it on here.
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