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Handing my used knickers to a stranger in a bar
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Tony had watched me take a girthy guy, balls deep that afternoon and had got so worked up, the reclaim sex afterwards ended up in a record load of his spunk in my pussy.
It has been leaking out into my panties all the way through our evening meal in the restaurant and I wanted to take them off.
The ladies toilet is a short walk across the bar and I have to wait a moment for who ever is in there to finish up. A man is standing beside the gents, holding a handbag and I assume it is the husband of who ever is i the ladies, from the awkward way he is waiting.
We do that polite thing where you smile at each other and I notice he looks at my tits as we both go to look away. This isn't unusual. I like it.
He looks across when we hear the latch on the door and she comes out and sure enough, she is his wife and she has a go at him about how he needs to tuck his shirt in and he asks her to stop fussing.
I give him a parting smile of sympathy as I nip inside the loo and pull my panties down.
The gusset is soaking with his cum and my pussy and it is stained where it has started to dry.
Holding them so the gusset is spread across my plalm, I pull my phone out and take a photograph and send it to Tony; he loves a trophy.
Pulling them off, I bunch them up so the cummy bit is right inside and pop them by the sink while I wash my hands.
I keep them scrunched up in my hand as I open the door to go back to continue my dinner with Tony.
The guy who had been waiting for his wife is still there, just a few feet further away.
"She's gone to reception." he says, a cheery, if resigned smile on his face, "she wasn't happy about the room."
"Oh dear..." I say as I squeeze past the cleaning cart between us, "why don't you have these for later..." and I hand him the balled up panties that are full of my cunt and Tony's cum.
He unfolds them right there and the look on his face is priceless as he lifts them to his face and inhales, before realising where he is and stutters a thank-you before hiding them in his pocket, which he only finds after three attempts, he is so flustered.
"Do you need them back?" he asks.
"You keep them." I say. "looks like you need some relief..." as I walk back across the restaurant. |
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