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Private Pleasures 2
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Private Pleasures 2 Online I had chatted with him for a while, he entertained me, over time the conversation more flirty, then becoming sexual as anonymously we exchanged fantasies. He asked for a meeting with me, again and again, I enjoyed the feeling of being wanted. His membership of the site, due to end, he made one last plea. I said I wouldn't meet exactly but if he played my game, well who knows what could happen, although I comforted myself with the knowledge that it would prove almost impossible for him to find me. I gave him a set half an hour when I would be<b> shopping </font></b>on Oxford Street, he only had a vague description of me as we had not exchanged photos, "if you find the little pot of gold at the end of the rainbow well...?" I messaged him. I found myself taking more time selecting an outfit and lingerie than I normally would just for some window shopping, eventually settling on a red bra and thong with a crimson red dress. Soon I find myself on the nominated street at the appointed time, unusually for me I am unable to take in much during my browsing as I move from shop to shop as I sense my arousal build, not because I think anything is going to happen but just the knowledge that a man is frantically searching for me no doubt bringing lustful thoughts with him...is he watching me right now? I log in to the site and see he has just sent a message "I have only two minutes left to find you...a clue please?" Feeling the odds are with me and that I am heading down the street to enter the last department store on my list before disappearing from his sight forever...I send a reply... "Look for the lady in red." I glance around but no obvious indication that he is any closer to finding me. I enter the final store and take something into the suite of empty changing rooms, I am alone. I am feeling aroused by the game, I trace a fingertip along my pussy, it is moist with desire. I log into the site one more time..there is a message from him...I smile contentedly, believing that it is a message of surrender from him but also with disappointment that my ever growing arousal is not to be satisfied. My eyes widen, my mouth dries, my heart beats faster, the message simply says "found you, do I get my pot of gold?"...I am shocked but also excited ...I send a reply.."Yes"...there is a knock on the changing room door...I unlock it and face away from the door...leaning forward I grip a rail for support, my dress has ridden up. We exchange no words, nor have I seen him, with the sight of my bottom presented to him as my signal of assent, he moves my thong to one side and runs the tip of his hard penis around the entrance to my vagina, pausing briefly once the point of entry is found, he then grips my shoulders and pushes his shaft into me and rocks me back and forth upon him. Given the location, the sex is, bar some breathlessness, completely silent. I feel him increasing the rapidity of his strokes before he pulls me back onto his full length and with a shudder he comes inside me. |
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Ahhh, the tantalizing aspect of anticipation and the coming to fruition of that anticipation!
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5/9/2020 8:03 am |
So, a bit of a teaser?!?
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nice quickie 
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nice quickie
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