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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Well following on from our Tuesday Night Straight Mile post, after that experience the next time C and I went to bed we re- lived it with C having some amazing orgasms. I was rampant because although I didn't see her for about four days afterwards, she told me that her pussy and lips were really sore after taking Gordon's massive girth, and she would've been no use to anyone. Anyway, the memories of Gordon were relived a few times in our sex sessions and gradually the evening of that escapade drifted back into memory. About four months later, C phoned and asked if she could come and see me after work? It wasn't one of our usual meet nights, but any time we spent in each others company was a bonus. C duly arrived at mine from work, and snogged me hard on the step as soon as I'd opened the door, taking my breath away somewhat, I managed to pull her into the hallway and we sort of walk tumbled into my living room. On this occasion she had a blue next suit on and natural tan M&S nylons with a lacy welt on. Well soom our hands were all over one another, and one thing led to another, and in one of those desperate struggling without much foreplay kind od sessions we were soon making love on the sofa. C had her skirt pushed up around her waist and her cream satin knickers were hanging from one shapely ankle, her right leg was draped around my back and her left leg was high up on the settee back. C was dripping and it didn't take long before she had her first screaming orgasm. In between passionate deep kisses she asked: 'Guess who I've been talking to in town at lunchtime' I had no bloody idea of course and gave in. C then told me that Gordon had come up behind her in the Frenchgate Centre, tapped her on the back and said : Hello love remember me?' C told me that she was that surprised and turned on at the same time when she'd turned round and seen it was Gordon. They chatted and he paid her quite a few compliments and told her that he hadn't forgotten about that Tuesday evening in her car and how enjoyable it had been. Now C was a bit embarrassed and must've coloured up a bit, which Gordon must've picked up on because he mumbled an apology. The next thing he told C really got her hot and bothered and it was that his wife had gone on a coach tour for a few days and if C and 'Your young Man' as he put it, 'fancied popping round for a cuppa and a chat you're both more than welcome' C told him that she'd ask me about it, but in her mind she was certain that we should go and see Gordon again. After our first encounter with this guy I christened him Mr. Butternut , but C said he was much chunkier and she called him 'The Marrow Man' and everytime she mentioned his girth she would give a sexy little shudder and involuntarily cross her legs. Well C also had Gordon's phone number and address and said we should choose arrange a day to visit and what should she wear? Well after a few idea's she settled on a blue chenille jumper and a short - possibly too short - light green pleated dress, cream satin underwear and natural tan stockings with a large lacy welt. The whole thing was finished off with a pair of black slingbacks. Very sexy indeed. Well C phoned Gordon and we arranged to meet the following evening - a Thursday - and we all said that we were really looking forward to seeing each other again. Gordon must've said something horny to C who replied: 'that's for me to now and you to find out.' after the call had ended we shagged like bunnies, excited at what probably lay ahead for us all on Thursday evening. |
