I was flicking through the belated night smut channels on my cable when my doorbell went. I 'd been waiting for Sam - a guy I did n't know well, but I had been working with remotely. Getting aviator designed and printed. I let him in and direct him into the living room, he sat down and lit up a smoke. We descended into some small-scale talk until his eyes lit up when he realised what was on the TV. I flushed a little, embarrassed that I 'd left the TV showing a charwoman with enormous breast and tit holding a roving phone seductively. He raised his eyebrows and looked at me, there was a electric discharge of intimate tension in the air.

'' So you like this type of matter ? '' he asked, tipping his head towards the cover

'' A little ... '' I replied, a shiver running through me `` ... well a lot, It 's nice to appreciate a sexy charwoman '' I replied

'' But, does it, you know, get you excited ? '' He questioned with a gleam in his heart

'' Well, it does if I 'm sitting here thinking about having that woman in front of me, her body to touch and play with, but I have to be feeling kinky ''

'' Like now ? '' he asked looking straight person at me `` Do you make for with yourself watching other fair sex ''

I looked away, a little embarrassed by the questions, and a bit more embarrassed from the cognition my pussy was wet underneath my leggings, as this upfront conversation was turning me on.

We stopped chatting and watched the TV for a while, watching this thin brunette spread her thinly stage to expose her own soaked through panty. I turned to wait at him and could n't avail but comment a slight bulge under his trousers,

I was intrigued but knew I did n't desire to fuck this man who 'd dropped by my house. He 'd just get me when I was feeling stirred up, I planned that once he 'd left I would acquire out my fat dildo and let myself cum with it deep inside me.

'' Is this a bit too much for you '' I asked, indicating at the TV

'' Not at all, '' he replied, `` Its just difficult to concentrate on lots else, I 'm getting a little hot ''

'' I can tell '' I smiled, and ran a finger up his thigh and across the bulge in his pants.

He took this as an reading I wanted much to a greater extent, and suddenly had pushed me up and back so we were both standing, me with my book binding against the wall.

He held me tight and moved his facial expression in close, his breath on my skin, `` You want me ? '' he said.

'' Not really ... '' I said, backing out, contemplating whether I did require him to satisfy my hot pants ...

'' You do '' he replied, his script searching my body feeling my curves, when I decided

'' No, I 'd rather not. Not right now, you 've got over excited by what was on TV, and I was only teasing you a little when I touched your cock, I did n't think of for us to get so behave away, I 'd rather not ''

He let me go, and backed off. He looked horribly embarrassed for having misread how I was feeling.

'' But I thought, with the transmission channel on, and the flavor you gave me ... '' he trailed off, `` I 'm going to go '' and he headed straight out.

I sat there horny and confused, not satisfied at all, but happy I had n't got too carried away. I looked back over to the TV now showing two gorgeous women dancing together and slide a script down between my wooden leg. I rubbed my pussy thought process of how close it came to being fucked.

A few month went by, I saw this guy when we were working about once a week, it was n't really that awkward seeing him. It was like we shared a lilliputian gamey closed book, I had n't felt such a rush since that night ( even though I 'd had sex since ). It lay between us, not spoken about but there, leaving a level of intimate tension still there. We became Friend, he borrowed my videodisk and stuff

One weekend around easter I 'd arranged to pick up a cinema from his - I 'd had a really naughty morning, getting myself off in the exhibitioner with the shower head and fingering my pussy so that it was all swell and juicy. I 'd shaved my pussy sassing light and I was feeling nasty.

I got cook to go to his, I put on a very short annulus, intending to put on boots and wooden-headed tights, but I got distracted by my fishnet appreciation ups in the haul. I slid them onto my legs and spread them in movement of the mirror, I wanted more. I thought of where I was going, and decided then that I wanted to reason out this sexual tension - but on my terms.

I left the fishnet stockings on, and teamed them with heels, it with a thong and matching bra. I decided against wearing a top. I have a dainty warm and longsighted parka coat that would cover me up respectfully on my way there, and I could always keep it on if things did n't turn out as I planned.

And off I head to his, fulfilling my own fantasy of turning up at a man 's household in cypher but a pelage and underwear, and I was prepared to get my revenge for the metre he pounced on me.

When I got to his, he invited me in and made me a drink, he eyed up my dog and the fishing net stuff visible on my sura. I crossed the uncrossed my legs keeping his attention, then slid off the pelage. His eyes across-the-board at how footling I had on underneath. I turned to confront the nearest wall to me and placed my bridge player on it, arching my back.

He was behind me in an instant, his bridge player caressing my ass cheeks, stroking closer towards my pussy. He slowly pulled my thong aside and buried his tongue in my ass hole, licking around the rim and poking a little inside, then down he went to my soaking pussy, chewing on my button as he slid two finger's breadth into me. He 'd already cope to take off his pant and boxers.

When I turned to look behind me I could see his rigid erect cock as he slid a condom on. He teased the head of his hammer between my ass cheek, spreading the juice from my pussy everywhere before he slid himself late inside me with one smooth motion.

He grabbed my long blonde hair in his deal and pulled me back onto his cock, he was straight into pounding my pussy, no slow build up, I bounced up and down as his egg slapped against me. His bare hand reached round of golf and he rubbed at my clit in circular motility, fucking me even faster if it was possible. Roughly shoving himself deep in and out my pulsing wet lips.

I was mounting to an orgasm with this acute fucking and so was he. I grabbed and squeezed at my nipples as he, rammed himself in me to the base and allowed himself to release inside me, I could feel his dick stiffen and throb inside me.

He moved away from me to redress, as I slid my underclothing back into position and donned my parka pelage, zipping it up swiftly taking myself out of sight.

I picked up the moving picture, and turned smiling, `` I 'll be off '' I said, `` After that kickoff night I met you, I had always wondered what it would have been like if we had actually fucked ... '' and I was gone,

His strawman door closed behind me, leaving him traumatise and stunned I 'm sure .