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Conversations  The door bell rings, a pretty face appears on the monitor: ' Parcel post for Mr XXX 'I'll be right there' 'Oh hello XXX' (my real name) 'Do we know each other '? 'I should say so, you took my virginity' Short silence 'No you must have given to me? smiling 'Well sort of , I was drunk at the time ... and you were stoned' 'Sounds like me ... How long ago was this' Ten years ago' Long silence 'Oh my God , how old were you then?' 'Eighteen, was at a sort of graduation party' 'At the cocktail bar in ..... ' 'Yes , you rescued me from two boring drunk students and drove me home' 'I remember, can we talk about this another time, like over coffee'? 'I'd prefer a cocktail' 'Same place then, when and what time?' 'Tomorrow at seven? Ok see you there' 'Erm the parcel'. ' oh (laughing) I nearly forgot, not sex toys is it ?' (Laughing) 'No not this time' She kisses him on the cheek, he slips his hand around her and rests it on her bottom, smiles all round. He arrived ten minuets early, she was not yet there. He saw her walking across the market square. She had a new hairstyle, long and curly flowing down to her shoulders. She was wearing a blue shoulderless, very short dress, and very high heeled ankle boots, heads were turning as she walked by, and she was well aware of it. As she entered the bar, he was standing behind her and whispered softly: 'You have no underwear on' 'Oh does it notice?' 'Not quiet, was a good guess' The waitress arrived and frowned looking down on the girls dress, and then smiled sweetly at him as she took their order. A few minuets later a young man arrived with the drinks, nearly spilling them and he could not take his eyes of her lap. 'Give me your phone' she did, He held it under the table, took a picture, smiled at it and passed the phone back to her, she giggled. 'So how come you are working for the post? ' 'Holiday job to pay for my holiday, I start work at the xxxxx ministry in September' 'Nice what were you doing before?' 'Legal department for a big corporation, contract ran out in June' 'When do you go on holiday? 'Tomorrow for two weeks' More drinks arrived , followed by lots of small talk. 'Are you drunk enough to fuck with me yet? 'Oh yes, but one more won't hurt' 'Do you have to be drunk?' 'No but it helps me drop all of my Pietistic inhibitions' (laughter) She threw another cocktail back, he paid and they left, with most of the staff staring at them. He put his arm around her to steady her and led her to the car park, upon reaching his car, he griped his right hand on the back of her neck, pulled her towards him ,and roughly tongue kissed her, while his left hand was up her dress and between her legs, which she obligingly opened. He didn't stop until she came on his hand, He licked the juices off his hand and then managed to seat her in his car. He played with her pussy though most of the short journey to her apartment. 'I am exhausted, I came so many times' 'So I noticed' 'How did you know?* 'Know what?' 'That I love having my mouth fucked until I gag' 'I just know these things' '..and the holding me down and fingering my arse, while you licked my pussy, I squirted you know ' I did notice' '..and how did you know that I loved having my arse roughly taken while you held my hands behind my back?' 'Instinct I suppose' 'But you did all the things that I wanted to do, and all at once, you for filled my fantasies' I'll be honest, I read your Fetlife profile an all your writings' 'You Bastard' Laughter 'How did you find it?' 'I found it weeks ago, bookmarked it because it reminded me of someone, but was not sure who, I re checked it just after you left yesterday' 'Fucking Evil bastard' 'Are you going to berate me, or suck me back to life?'. … |
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