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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Hi, this is a true story about some fun I had about ten years ago. There was a woman where I worked who I'd alway had a very friendly, flirty relationship and shared the occasional snog at office parties. One night close to xmas the company pushed the boat out and hired a function room in a posh hotel near Glasgow. To cut a long story short, Fionas husband, a bit of a tosser, got completely hammered and spent most of the night unconcious. When it was time to go home Fiona asked me for help to "get this arsehole into the minibus". We dumped him in a seat at the back and went back to get coats and stuff. When we got back there were few seats left so I jumped in one next to the window and Fiona sat next to me. Just then a few more people wanted to squeeze in so Fiona sat on my knee, facing out the window, to let one of them have a seat, who promptly fell assleep. As the minibus went over the speed ramp at the car park entrance my had bumped against Fionas leg. I said sorry and tried to find somewhere safe to put it but she whispered that it was the most exciting thing that had happend to her all night or was likely to seeing what state her hubby was in. Taking this as a hint I put my hand on her knee and my hopes were answered as she parted her legs slightly. An even more positive go ahead was given when Fiona covered our laps with the coats. I slid my hand slowly along the inside of her inner thigh and she shivered, her hand gripped the back of my neck. Just as my fingers reached that beautiful spot where stocking top gives way to soft thigh her thighs clamoed hard on my hand. I thought we'd been seen but she was shuddering!! When she relaxed I slid my hand further to find her suspie dissapeared into the leg of some soft sexy French knickers, allowing ne easy acess to her absolutely sopping wet pussy. During that half hour journey to her house I lost count of the times she shuddered, clamped her thighs shut and dug her nails into my neck. We arrived at her house and she calmly asked if I would give her a hand to get Andy, her husband, into the house. Great I thought, a chance for a quickie but as hse opened the door of course the baby sitter emerged from the living room. Between the three of us we got him upstairs and dumped on the bed. He was wearing a kilt which had flopped up to reveal the biggest cock I'd ever seen and imediately thought maybe it was just as well the sitter was here. I thought Fiona would be extremely dissapointed with my distinctly average offering, but as we said good night at the door, and quietly arranged to resume our fun another time she told me that in the last 40 minutes I had given her more orgasms than her hubby had in all the time she had known him. She told me later that he thought good sex was baning away with that monster for ages and that it soon got very uncomfortable and sometimes painful (in a bad way) She only got a decent orgasm by sitting on top of him and not move, using her fingers on her clit, which didn't happen often as hubby considered this "a bit too kinky" (fuckin wierdo!!) Anyway, Fiona and I went on to have a wonderful discrete affair that lasted 3 years till I moved south for work. I'll tell you more of our sexy, kinky exploits later. Promise! |
