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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It was about 8pm when I got to their place. Average terrace house. Fax met me at the door, trackie bottoms and a sweattop. He led me into their lounge and I met Tracey.
She was everything I had hoped for. She was 29, long brown hair, tied back. Pretty face, but also a slutty face. A stunning figure, size 12, I would guess. She wore a pleated skirt and a crop top. Bare legs. Beneath the crop top there looked to be a very decent chest.
She was friendly, chatty. Asking about me. I tried to keep the details short. Then I had a fearful thought: what if Daz hadn't actually told her?
Daz brought me a can. I sat on the arm chair, they say in the sofa. It had been such a blur to get here, I hadn't really figured out the logistics of the evening. We say there chatting. Was I meant to say something?
Then Daz put his hand on her knee. His hand moved up. Tracey made no attempt to stop his hand, as it moved under her skirt.
My mind was put at rest.
They started to kiss, passionately. His hand rubbing the inside of her thigh. Her hand moved to his crotch, rubbing it through his trackie bottoms. The buldge was evident.
I sat, my eyes transfixed to this scene. I thought of unzipping, but it seemed to early. I could feel my cock straining, aching to be released.
Daz moved his hand from her thigh to her boobs. Roughly massaging them through her top. Little moans came from Tracey.
He slipped his hand under the top. Massaging again, then lifted up her top. My first sight of her boobs. Firm, big.
I was in heaven.
He looked over at me, winked and said "front fastening" Seemingly with a single movement of his fingers he unclipped her bra. The bra fell away, her tits spilled out. Pert.
I could feel my cock aching, throbbing. Please don't cum in my jeans, I thought.
He leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth. Tracey looked at me, smiled, then threw her head back and let out a louder moan. |
