It’s a warm weekend, the sun is out and everyone has their best bodies on display. You are wearing a short blue and white gingham dress, the top is cut low and shows off your amazing and distracting cleavage. Your not wearing a bra, and I can just about see your dark nipples through the thin fabric. As you walk slowly towards the table I’m sitting at in the beer garden of the pub we’ve decided to meet at.
As you saunter closer your smile begins to widen and your luscious lips painted to perfection in shocking red, perfectly matching your dress. I’ve ordered is mojito’s, two ready sitting at the table. You stumble a little and put your hand down onto my thigh to steady yourself . You brush my already growing cock through my shorts, look down and see the outline of my thick member, your smile even wider now, you lick your lips and just say “mmmm”.
Your sitting so close to me I can feel the heat from your body, your bare arms and legs pressing up against mine. My eyes are fixated on your mouth as you speak, I interrupt you mid sentence and tell you that you have a beautiful mouth, “you better not waste a drop of my cum when I fill that beautiful mouth of yours” you smile and reply “yes sir, I won’t waste a drop”. My hands are now exploring your thighs slowly rising your skirt. “Good girl” I say. Now My hands have reached your warm mound and your hands are sliding up and down my shaft, we don’t even notice the barman has come to ask if our drinks are ok, we haven’t even touched them yet. You’ve got a Cheshire cat grin on your face and say “so you want to fill my mouth? I want to fill all of your holes I’m sure that can be arranged, you purr. Now I’ve got a Cheshire cat grin on my face, I then turn to you and whisper into your ear “take your panties off and put them on the table” anything for you Sir!
We raise our glasses of mojitos and toast to a fab, fun and long wet evening.
We both take a long swig, the ice has melted from the hot dusk evening, or maybe it’s the sexual tension between us.
The beer garden is starting to fill up, couples and groups of friends priming themselves for the night ahead.
A couple in their 40’s are sitting to our left chatting away, you stand up, turn away from me and reach under your short dress, discreetly slide your lace panties down. You shake your shapely arse and they drop to your ankles. The couple gaze up as you let loose a little giggle.
Looking over your shoulder back at me. One foot stepping out of the fallen lace panties, you bend over, revealing the juiciest peach shaped bottom, I catch a glimpse of your moist glistening lips between your thigh gap. You pick them up and put them on the table top, inbetween our empty glasses.
Sitting back down, I look deep into your eyes, I take your hand and guide it along my thigh onto my jeans. You feel my thickness through them, squeezing, seeking out the tip of my throbbing cock. Our eyes still locked, mouths partly open. We lean in for a passionate kiss, as you begin to unzip and release the kraken, the tips of your fingers barely touching my aching shaft and engorged helmet. The glass collector comes to our table,
‘fancy more?’
We stop kissing but your hand is stroking my length under the table. Turning to the pretty young hippie student type glass collector.
Oh yes, we’ll have another round deffo.
Both of us scanning her pretty face and undressing her with our eyes.
‘Two mojitos was it?’
‘Yes’
Now my hands prize your legs open as I trace my fingers up along your inner thigh.
‘Perfect, I’ll be right back with your drinks’
‘I didn’t know there was table service here, I question.’
‘There isn’t she says’ but I can see you have your hands full.
Looking down at your lace panties on the table, she beams a filthy smile back at us both. She can probably see through the gaps of the table top, your hand slowly stroking my throbbing cock and your luscious legs wide open with my fingers exploring your clit.
You smile at us both and say let’s go back to the hotel room. As we get up to leave I brush your cheek tenderly, kiss you passionately our tongues lapping each other for a moment.
I whisper into your ear
“tonight all I need is for you to be my little fuck toy, something to use for my own pleasure.
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