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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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CAUGHT IN THE RAIN - part two.
Chapter One – The Trade Fair
It had been a year since Zoe had experienced her night of debauchery at Club Reve. In the few weeks after her experiences, she thought that she must have dreamt it, or that she had been foolish and dicing with death trusting a complete stranger the way she had. Then as time went on, she worried about STI’s and how crazy she had been to let all those men cum inside her. She dismissed it all as a fun, a moment of madness. Finally, she took the plunge and got herself checked out; all was fine thankfully.
A year ago, she had taken the flyer for the club, the one that her host Jean had scribbled his phone number on and stashed it at the very bottom of her jewellery box, underneath the false bottom. Her life with James had resumed and between work, family and the daily grind the events of that day when she was caught in the rain began to recede into the mists of memory. Occasionally when she was on her own, she would play with herself, remembering details and sensations she would always cum harder than she ever did at home with James.
Her job became ever more demanding, she was constantly tired, but the work was rewarded with a promotion. She had moved with James to the coast to be nearer to his family and her new head office. Soon she headed up a small marketing team of her own and the money she was earning came in very handy as wedding plans were finally in the air for James and her.
In early May her boss asked her if she would represent the company at a Trade Fair in London, it would be five days in the city, one day to set up then three days 10-4 for the trade show and one day to ensure that the stands and exhibits were taken down properly and to make sure that everything was in order before returning home. Zoe was excited at this new level of responsibility and eagerly began planning the stand, the materials and how she would approach the Trade Fair. James however was pleased too ‘A week of freedom’ he kept saying and outlined his plans with the Xbox and friends and the constant sessions on FIFA.
Zoe also began to have a little idea in the back of her mind, five nights in London alone. Images of fun flashed through her mind and for the first time since she had hidden the flyer for Club Reve a way, she got it out and looked at the mobile number scribbled on it by Jean. Tempted to phone, to repeat the experience, she thought about it constantly. Her drive to work became her alone time to imagine what could happen, but still, she didn’t call. Perhaps, she thought, the thinking of it is just as exciting as repeating the experience would be. The thought kept nagging at her and eventually one morning on the drive to work she had an idea. It seemed silly and in a perverse way wrong to phone Jean, to see him and Marcus again. Perhaps, she thought the world had greater possibilities. In her head as she drove to work and counted down the days until she went to London, she began to hatch a plan. Four nights. A different fantasy for every night of the week, when work was done, she would play. The more she thought about it the more excited she became. At work one afternoon she bought herself a cheap journal, to make notes in, to plan. Then she bought some new lingerie, some elegant and classic, some not so, all of these parcels delivered to work were stashed securely in the boot of her car. Her mind focused on what she would like to do, what to explore. Slowly her plan took shape. Feeling like a spy she acquired a new sim card for an old iPhone and sitting in her car one lunch time activated it. She had two numbers. Part of her had enjoyed the fantasy and freedom of planning, but part of her also was pretty sure that she would just head to London and work; at least that is what she told herself.
The weekend before the trip she found herself with an afternoon alone. James was off playing football and wouldn’t be back for a few hours. She went out to her car and took out the bag from the boot. Going back to the spare room she laid out what had fast become a naughty bag of tricks. Sets of lingerie, one sweet and innocent, one raunchy and tight, one very ‘out there’ for Zoe. Then her phone, which she activated sitting on the bed, feeling very devious and furtive. Then some new toys, a small bum plug, she had never played with one before, but she hadn’t been able to resist when she was shopping and a new dildo. It reminded her of Marcus from the club. The long black shaft and a suction cup at the bottom, she wondered if somewhere in the hotel room there would be somewhere to attach it.
She bundled everything up, adding some condoms to the front pouch, this time she would be prepared! Placing them in the car she knew she was ready. The exhibition was easy to plan compared to this. She went back to the spare room and logged on to the Fab Swingers website she had found, creating her profile she realised she needed some pictures damn!
She hurried to her bedroom and rooted through her lingerie drawer. Choosing a matching red set, stockings, suspenders, mesh thong and bra she enjoyed the feeling of dressing in them. Placing her camera, she posed. Innocently at first, and then naughtier. Her legs spread, leaving very little to the imagination and on all fours. She went back through the pictures choosing three. One of her standing hands-on hips looking towards the camera. She blurred her face and – CLICK she uploaded. Then the one of her on all fours, she thought her bum looked good in it and she knew that this would get some attention. CLICK uploaded. And finally setting one to PRIVATE she uploaded one of her sitting on the floor. Legs spread, thong pulled tight, she chose not to blur her face now. This would be one she would share if she was arranging something. CLICK uploaded. Soon her profile was live, and she re-wrote her bio for the site, always the hardest bit.
“In London for a few days, need to be discreet but have a bucket list of things I want to do. Want to know more, ask me’.
She verified herself, writing down her new play name on a card. Holding it up as she took a selfie. ZLONDONWISHEZ. She logged out and changed again. Keeping the red set to take with her to London. Just as she binned the card James returned. She kissed him deeply and took him upstairs. When he laid her on the bed, he was surprised at how wet she was. ‘Going to miss me?’ he asked.
‘Yeah, I am’ she gasped as his cock slid into her. She closed her eyes and began to remember that night at the club again, and found herself grabbing on to James, urging him to fuck her harder. He responded and soon his cum flooded into her pussy. With a groan he pulled out, and laid on the bed, within seconds he was asleep. Snoring his head off.
Zoe sighed and headed to the shower, wondering if she had any messages on Fab. |
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