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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I sat back with drink in hand and fired a few stupid guesses at her, miraculously Donald Trump and Boris weren’t the answer.
She slipped back in her seat and took another mouthful of wine and put her feet up on the chair opposite. “well, I was just about finishing up on my walk and I cut across the field instead of heading towards the park, just to avoid anyone”
“Good plan” was my response.
“Well, I got half way across the field when I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. It kept appearing and disappearing, to be honest it freaked me out. I stopped and focused a bit more and I realized it was Sarah from the bottom of the close, head thrown back, eyes shut”.
I sat upright slowly, Sarah was late thirties and very plane Jane but had a killer figure, size14/16 but always hidden under baggy clothes. I only know about her figure because I bumped into to her one night when I was out in town, again her clothes were nothing outrageous but the baggy layers were replaced with figure hugging clothes and boy did she have a fine set of breasts.
Enough of her, back to the point at hand.
“What was going on?” I said
“That’s the point, she was alone! I worked my way around so I was on the high ground, just before the field runs out onto the lane, and I could clearly see what was going on”
“And?” Came my short response as I felt myself harden under the patio table.
Rachel turned to me and was flushed from the neck up in that same way a woman is when she’s aroused. Her thighs shifted together back and forth, something was up, she hadn’t been aroused like this for a few weeks.
“She was masterbating, her dog was just sat there as her hand went hell for leather inside of her leggings. She just didn’t care, she was kneeling down in the bushes in the side. I didn’t know what to do but somehow I ended up watching for a few minutes until she finished. Then she simply stood up, straightened herself up and carried on as normal!”
Then it made sense, I had seen a wet spot earlier. Bloody hell, my woman has just been aroused by another woman masterbating. I was going to make that point but then thought better of it, slowly slowly, that was the way to play this.
“Wow, anyone else see her? Or you for that matter?”
“Nope, no one. And she didn’t see me”
“So what do you think of all that then?”. I was curious, I wanted to see where this was going, or at least where the wet spot had come from.
“I don’t know, but I have to tell you, I was aroused. “
I coughed on my beer, then gathered myself. She had a glint in her eye, her left leg had dropped and I could just see up her skirt from where I sat, she was wearing her yellow lace thong, my favourite, what was happening her was no coincidence. I hoped for all my worth that the same matching bra lay in wait under those clothes.
“In fact, I caressed myself through my bottoms once I’d got into the tree lined lane” I knew exactly where she was, fairly quiet but slightly risky nonetheless less.
I think I gasped, then weboth stared at the table saying nothing until I broke the silence with half a joke “leaving me for another woman are you?”
She looked up at me, finished her wine and simply said “why would I do that, women haven’t got nice, hard cocks” as her gaze fell towards my obvious erection in my shorts.
I think blushed then she said “another beer?”
as she disappeared inside for yet another glass of wine. I sat there stunned, slightly tipsy, thinking that this could be a good night but in reality I was going to blow my load in no time at all, but I could live in hope.
As I sat there dazing until I heard a clip clip of heels on the patio, I turned to see Rachel in just her yellow lace matching set, a long cardigan type number and a pair of strappy shoes with a lovely three inch heel (I guessed), just enough to give me my own wet spot.
“How badly do you want this beer?” was her question.
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