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over a year ago
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This story is just a fantasy, at the moment. Anyone interested in a scenario like this, just let me know...
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I'd chatted a few times with Sarah and Steve and they'd seemed a relaxed couple but didn't give much away. It had occurred to me that they might not be genuine - no photos, sometimes not online for weeks and no veris displayed. How wrong a I was...
When they contacted me again one Sunday morning, they had some more specific questions. Would I be interested in just filming them? Had I ever been filmed? Would I agree to keep to her rules? Would I meet for a social to prove I could be trusted?
The answer to all of these questions was a simple "yes". The photos of Sarah which followed had me willing to agree to anything for a chance to meet her.
Sat in a cafe, in the sun. A short, brown bob, the cutest smile, eyes hidden behind sunglasses. She was wearing a loose summer dress and looked a strange combination of gorgeous, teasing and dressed ready for church!
The first couple of photos looked so sweet and demure, the third she sent was from under the table with her hand in her knickers. The message told me that the photo had just been taken and our conversation was making good her wet.
She then explained her plans and asked if I was interested. I was. No doubt whatsoever.
Steve then phoned me to make arrangements. I was going to meet him for a social in a hour in the same cafe, which I'd half recognised from the photos. It was only a few miles away.
I guess he'd read my mind and wanted to assure me that Sarah was genuine, so passed the phone to her. She was another contraction of shyness and confidence as we spoke, telling me that she couldn't wait to meet me soon, though it might only be Steve at the cafe today.
I jumped in the shower and got myself ready. |
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Steve met me with a warm smile and a handshake as I joined him with my coffee. We sat outside where the traffic slightly covered up our conversation.
"Sarah and I just want to feel confident that we can trust you to play along with our fantasy," he told me. I reassured him that I could, in fact was incredibly turned on by it.
"OK then. This is all you need to do. We want to arrange for two guys to meet Sarah alone. The three of you will chat, relax and get to know each other. The one of you will have sex with Sarah. The other will film the whole thing ready for me to watch later. Simple as that. "
I understood that I might be involved or just be the cameraman. It would be decided by chance on the day.
"We've thought up a little test to see whether you have the self restraint, just in case you are the cameraman.
Sarah is in the pub over the road. Go and meet her. Sit together and go with the flow. The only condition is that you don't touch her unless she asks you to. Agreed? "
"Absolutely", I replied.
For some reason the possibility of sex with Sarah was more exciting than certainty.
I entered the pub and ordered a couple of drinks, as requested. Sarah smiled and waved from the sofa in the corner of the bar.
As I approached she stood up to greet me. I'd guess she was 5'2", unbelievably beautiful, shiny brown short hair in a bob and I could see the outline of her fabulous curves through her dress.
"So what do you think?" she asked, doing a playful twirl while slightly lifting her dress.
"Beautiful"
A one word answer seemed enough so she beckoned me to sit next to her.
Having confirmed that Steve had explained the no touching rule to me, Sarah laughed and promised not to tease me too much.
She then pressed one leg against mine. I tried to move away - didn't want to fail that test, but she told me that it was OK if she touched me. "As long as you don't mind," she added unnessecarily.
We then sat getting to know each other with her thigh pressed against mine, while we chatted about previous Fab experiences.
I was very soon hard and also uncomfortable. As I moved to rearrange myself Sarah asked if she could help, before sliding her hand into the waist on my jeans and straightening my cock.
Lingering slightly she leant over to kiss me before whispering in my ear, "I really hope you pass the last bit of the test..."
Sarah then told me how wet she was, and slid a hand under her skirt before sliding a finger between her lips.
"Now your turn. Remember, don't touch me but feel how wet my knickers are".
She guided my hand under her skirt, where her other hand was pulling her knickers away from her. They truly were soaked, and without touching I reluctantly withdrew my hand and licked my own fingers.
"Steve, this one has definitely passed the test".
I hadn't even notice Steve joining us at a nearby table. |
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Steve moved to our table and raised his glass to make a toast.
"We've already found another guy and Sarah wants you to be the 2nd. Same time next week?"
I agreed in a flash and Sarah responded by giving me a full on, passionate kiss right there on the sofa. Her tongue was alive and her hands were under my t-shirt.
"You can touch me now, if you want", she whispered and my hands took full advantage.
First I held her face and hair as we kissed, then down her body which felt so firm. I could feel her nipples standing proud through her bra and dress, then my hand returned to her soaking, flimsy knickers. This time I could actually feel her heat before pulling them to one side and sliding two fingers into her.
She broke off the kiss and bit her lip.
"You look so hot together but you might have to stop now", interrupted Steve. "Sarah doesn't do quiet oragsms and we'd be thrown out if you carry on".
Within a few moments we had said our goodbyes and made arrangements for the following Sunday. |
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