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It was getting late, and I decided to have one last check on the swingers’ site before calling it a night. As usual, there were a few people online, but a quick check showed I wasn’t what they were looking for. I sighed and was about to shut down the computer when a new profile popped up: Wilma (24), Female. Distance within 5 miles. Frustrated female seeks late-night relief from relationship rut! I know the site is full of fit blokes and, normally, I’d have said I had no chance but here I was, watching her fill in her profile. I seized my chance and, heart pounding, I quickly typed a message: “Hi, you had a hard day?” Just as quickly, a reply came back, “You have no idea!!” “Do you want to talk about it?” With that the floodgates opened; she and her partner were supposed to be celebrating their anniversary. It was going to be a romantic meal with some nice wine, then home for a night of passion. She had it all planned, had bought sexy underwear, a few ‘special’ items online and had a vision of a night of fucking ending up sleeping, sore but satiated, in each other’s arms. Instead, he spent most of the meal on his ‘phone and then, afterwards, insisted on going “for a last drink” down the pub. Of course, all his drinking buddies were there and so, instead of a night of passion, it ended up being a night of drinking. They arrived home in the early hours of the morning with him the worse for wear. He’d had a drunken fumble and managed to get hard enough to fuck her. şişman gaziantep escort Before she knew it, he’d cum and fallen asleep on top of her. She’d pushed him off, but he’d rolled over and begun to snore. Disgusted, she’d gone downstairs. She’d tried to sleep on the sofa but a mixture of discomfort, anger, and residual horniness meant she couldn’t settle. She’d tried plotting her revenge; what if she packed her bags and left? He’d wake up without her there and it would serve him right! But she loved him. Then she remembered a friend telling her about this site and all the meets she’d had and so, Wilma was born! The thought of someone touching her up, turning her on, satisfying her needs while her boyfriend snored drunkenly upstairs appealed to her. She quickly created a profile and, before she could have second thoughts, she’d pushed the button and gone live… …and I’d responded. Throughout this diatribe, I’d been sympathetic, my comments designed to elicit more information, and it wasn’t all for show; I genuinely felt for her. But now came the million-dollar question: “So, what do you want?” I waited; nothing. Maybe she was just some fantasist who was telling an elaborate story. Maybe she was telling the truth and had changed her mind. Maybe she… …my inbox pinged. It was a long message that set out exactly what she wanted: I’d turn up within twenty minutes; she’d be watching out gaziantep şişman escort for me; she’d let me in, and, without a word, I was to pin her against the wall. I’d kiss her deeply, put my hand inside her dressing gown and explore her body. Tits, arse, and cunt, it was all mine to explore on one condition: I mustn’t make a sound. Then, I was to go down on her and lick her out. If I made her cum then she would return the favour. Once I’d cum I was to leave, again, without making a sound. I could feel myself getting excited as I read her message. I ran upstairs, into the bathroom and gave my privates a thorough wash before going back to the computer. “So, where do you live?” I asked nonchalantly. Her address came back almost instantly along with a message, “You have twenty minutes, starting from now!” As I walked there, my thoughts were racing as fast as my feet. What if it was someone having a laugh? I’d arrive there to mocking laughter. What if she was a prostitute? I’d arrive she’d demand money. What if her boyfriend woke up? I could get beat up. What if? What if? My doubts beat time with my feet, and I’d nearly convinced myself to turn around and go home when I realised – I was there. All the houses were in near darkness, and I stood there feeling vulnerable, exposed for what seemed like hours before I noticed a curtain twitch. A minute later a door opened and, with butterflies in my gaziantep şişman escort bayan stomach, I quickly walked up the path and into the house. As the door closed behind me, I turned to look at “Wilma”. It was difficult to see much in the dimness of the hall but, from the streetlight that filtered through the frosted glass of the front door, I could see a young woman in a white towelling dressing gown. She was shorter than me with heavy breasts and wide hips, accentuated by the cotton tie cinched at the waist. I nearly introduced myself then I remembered the first rule: silence. I took her upper arms and, stepping forward, forcing her back, until we collided with the wall. I leant in and kissed her. She responded passionately, her tongue darting between her teeth and into my mouth, and I felt the first stirrings in my groin. Letting go of her arm, I slid one hand inside her dressing gown and gently caressed the globe of her breast. Her body was warm, and her breast was velvet soft. I found the even softer skin of her areola, ran my thumb around, then over the nipple and felt it harden under my touch. Then I rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger and was rewarded as “Wilma” made a sound, more felt than heard, deep in her throat. Encouraged, I changed from gentle caresses to running my nails over her tits and felt her push her groin against the thin material of my trousers causing my erection to grow harder. Now I moved to one side and pulled the chord of her dressing gown loose so the white towelling gown swung apart, revealing and framing her large breasts and round belly. I bent slightly and carefully kissed and bit my way down one of her breasts until I could take her nipple into my mouth. Sucked hard, I pulled as much of her into my mouth as I could before releasing her and playing with her nipple with teeth and tongue and lips.
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