Meeta Ko Office Aur Ghar Mein Choda 8211 Part 10
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I am on my way to pick him up from the airport. He is flying in for a bachelor trip and needs to kill a few hours. Who better to show him around this town than his old college fling? Of course, his wife doesn’t need to know that. I simply told my husband that I was meeting an old college friend for breakfast.
Yes, it is a guy, but there isn’t a reason to worry. And on some level, that is true. I am going into this trying my best to make it only as friends. The conflict comes with the fact that the majority of our previous conversations were sexting or pictures or reminiscing on our dirty secrets together, so that’s what takes over my mind.
Last time I saw Scott in person was at least five years ago, maybe more. He was, without a doubt, a ladies' man. All the girls in college wanted him. We would talk about him when he left the room because of his amazing looks, smooth talk, and charming way. Back in college, it seemed like everyone was in a chase after him. I thought I was just one of the many and didn’t have a chance. It turned out that he actually wanted the same. We would have made incredibly hot amateur porn together. Maybe we still could?
I’ve stayed pretty well fit. I’m not the tallest, just average height. My friends consider me tiny in regards to weight, except for my chest. They always tease, or gawk rather, at how someone so petite with such curves could also have perfect breasts. They seem too big for my figure, but just right for pictures. I know how to work them in outfits.
And that is what I do today in a spaghetti strap black sundress that hits midthigh. It’s loose enough to go out on a casual breakfast date with an old college lover and not have my husband suspicious, but sexy enough with the proper belt to catch some eyes - two of whom I hope are Scott’s.
8:30 A.M.
First, we go to breakfast. We sit outside at a little cafe in a suburban neighborhood. They don’t have mimosas - or any other alcoholic beverages for that matter, and I am forced to be my awkward self. There he is, just sitting right in front of me. Only a table between us. If we really want, we could hold hands across the table, or play footsie underneath, but neither of us wants to be the first one to cross the line.
It is, after all, our first time seeing each other face to face since college. We are both trying to play it cool and catch up with easy topics. How are your parents? What’s new at work? Any upcoming travel plans? And on. These don’t last long, and I suspect that is because we both have deeper things on our minds.
9:30
Breakfast is over, and we have to move the car anyways. Where to go now? We still have three hours left to kill.
Scott says, “That’s enough time for you to drive me to the bachelor party and back. But I don’t think I could show up there with a girl.” He pauses and laughs, as if considering bringing me.
If he is going to bring any girl to his boy’s weekend, I’m the one. I might not be able to keep up with the drinks, but give me some tequila and my clothes will come right off - just like the song.
I would love to strip down for Scott and his friends. I would pay special attention to Scott. Give him all the right angles. Tease him a little longer.
I imagine everyone sitting in a circle of chairs with me in the middle. For some reason, I have a handkerchief in my mind, and I use it to my advantage. I use it to trace around my naked body. It slips between my legs before I’ve actually spread them. Scott could have the first blow job, but not the first penetration.
No, I want him to watch. I know he gets jealous and that would just make him want me even more. As his friend pounds me from behind over a chair, I look straight into his eyes and moan. I lick my lips and bite them because it is too pleasureful. I come over to Scott's lap and straddled him across his chair. I bounce up and down with my head thrown back. My arms support me behind on his legs. It is the perfect view. But his friends begin to feel ignored.
There is a pool table there - like the one in my house - that is perfect for a gang bang. Two men share my mouth with their cocks. I take more in each hand and Scott's down the middle. I haven’t ever been double-penetrated, but we give it a shot since we are all here. Everyone else has to take turns and jerk themselves in the meantime until they shoot their load on me.
Is Scott so sure he doesn’t want me to come this weekend?
But no. We stay here in town. If I could, I would love to give a proper tour of my town, but everywhere is closed. I decide to take him along the river, to a touristy part of town, in hopes of finding liquid courage somewhere.
9:45
We park on a street near the river and walk through the boutiques. There is not an adult shop per se, but an eighteen and older store at least that we venture into. The walls are filled with souvenirs, gag gifts, and some supposed-to-be-dirty items. We find a section of bachelorette gear. What we really need was the opposite: toys for men. I joke that I have some back at my house and maybe we should go there.
“You’re such a tease,” He says, admitting that he likes the idea and wants more.
He touches my back to lead me through an isle and my senses tingle. Can he please do that again? Maybe push by me as he reaches for something sexy on the wall. Or I could bend over to find something on the bottom shelf. Alas, we leave with only a baseball cap.
10:00
Mimosas! We stop in the first place we find that offers them, and I grab at the chance.
“Ok, so real talk. Do you think we would have ever worked out as a couple? Back in college?” Scott asks abruptly. And yes, I fantasized (fantasize?) about it. I was actually in another relationship at that time, and I cheated on that guy to to be with Scott. For some reason, I can't stop myself around him. My body always has to have him.
I love that he has brought up this subject though. We have said in the past that we are both over it, but apparently that is not true. Scott makes a note about the sexual tension between us still. Can he feel it too? At least we had all those sexy times together that I can write about. On the other hand, we could have gotten much dirtier, and just think of the stories then.
“It’s easy to see what I missed out on,” Scott says eying me up and down. I examine my tan and admit it is not the best I’ve looked, but he begs to differ. I think he is imaging my tits from the last picture I sent a few months ago. It's the one where I was on my back and had them squeezed together while the camera took shots from overhead.
“Me, on the other hand,” he continues, “I just put on any old clothes. You look much nicer. I think I’ve gotten better looking with age, don’t you?” He is fishing for compliments. At this point, I have to call him out, or at least explain why I haven’t been reciprocating.
I tell him, "If I start complimenting you, talking about your chiseled jaw or strong arms, your hazel blue eyes that I can’t look straight into without getting butterflies, or the way your touch makes me melt, then I wouldn’t be able to control myself. I’d be biting my lip and picturing you naked in no time. I would want every part of you. I would want to touch you as I talk about your physique hidden under your shirt and your member that I clearly remember being so thick and long. I can't tell you that you smell so good or look so tasty because I can't come home with sopping wet panties. There isn't a casual way to tell you how sexy you look."
My rant makes him blush.
11:00
Now that I am feeling, not tipsy, but definitely more in the mood from the mimosa, we decide to take a walk down the river. We need something to do with our time, and a little privacy doesn’t sound half bad. There is a beautiful view with a bench that we sit down at. I begin looking something up on my phone and he asks if he could scoot closer to see.
'You don’t have to ask,' I think, 'because that gives me a chance to say no, and I just want you to have your way with me.'
He moves closer and now our knees are touching. We are both leaning over to see my phone out of the glare from the light. If he wants, he could look down my top and get a nice pushed up view. I stare straight at my phone to allow him this freedom. Does he take a look? He puts his hand on my knee in a rather casual way. His touch feels so good. It makes me want him that instant.
I jump on top, straddle him on the bench, hold his head, and kiss him passionately. He grabs my ass as we subtly move our pelvises together in motion.
I take his hand and lead him under the tree over by the river bank where it is a little more private. We have to be discreet, after all this is still in public. There are boats on the river by us, civilians who have set up camp, and strangers walking on the path above. We lay next to each other, and it looks like we are cuddling or napping.
And then I unzip his pants and reach my hand inside. I play around as his cock grows. I pull it out just for the two of us to enjoy. We lay on our sides, resting on our arms in a triangle. Looking into his eyes, I stroke his cock that is free from fabric constraint and pointing straight up at me. He kisses my neck, and I moan softly. I am already there and already feel my body’s anticipation, heat, and need.
To get his engorged dick a little wet, I slobber on my hand and return it below. I can’t actually go down on him - that would be too obvious with people around. I bet it tastes great though. I bet it is too big to actually fit in my mouth. I could probably get my lips just over the head and touch it with the tip of my tongue. Taste his precum.
Instead, I wrap my leg over his. It still looks like we are cuddling. The skirt from my dress lifts up in front, but dangles in back to hide our intimacy from the world. He moves the string from my thong to the side. On second consideration, he decides to take my underwear off discretely and place them into his jean pockets. Now he has a souvenir to remember our secret time together. He fully penetrates my pussy lips with his cock.
Scott is easy at first, just the tip as they say. Oh but no need for more spit. My juices are already flowing. There is a bit dripping down the side. He uses a finger to wipe this up and takes a sensual taste. Then he passes it to me. I suck his finger to clean off my cream. He returns his attention to his cock and makes it go deeper.
“Oh, Oooooh, that’s it. That’s the cock I’ve been craving,” I whisper in his ear.
His neck is already getting sweaty, but I kiss it anyway. I rest my mouth close to his ear and continue talking dirty. I tell him that I want him. I am so horny for him. That his penis entering my body feels so good. My lips drag across his neck, jawline, and earlobe.
We are in perfect position on our sides to both be able to help. I slowly move up and down and he moves back and forth to create a rhythmically timed motion where when we meet his dick is so deep inside me and then when we retreat we have to go far because his member is so long.
With every press together, I moan into his ear. It is quiet. Only he can hear because this is only between us. Between the, “yes, yes, yessss,” and the, “fuck me,” my breathing gets faster and faster. I can barely catch my breath at all. Pleasure fills me and I squeeze around his cock. I am cumming so hard for him.
“Aaah, ahh,” I say higher and higher.
My head tilts back for air and he can see my tits pressed together. That’s when he is ready too. I should probably make him pull out, but I need his cock. I want him to feel the pulses of my pussy and how good he makes me feel, so I let him finish inside me as we cum together. He grabs my ass to bring us close together with each finishing pump.
If anyone around has a clue, I think their suspicions are definitely confirmed from the view and sounds. I didn’t realize how loud I have gotten. As we finish, we come to and restore our senses. I can still feel his member inside me. We stay like that for a moment as we exchange tender kisses along each other’s neck and lips.
12:00 P.M.
The timer on my phone goes off alerting me that my parking meter is going to expire soon, and I am brought back to reality. We are still sitting on the park bench, looking at some random video on my phone. His hand is gone from my knee but around my waist. If only I could tell him what we had just “done.”
He would probably want to make it happen for real. But I can’t tell him because I’d be a tease again. Instead, I hold on to the thought to write about it later. Then, when we both read it, we can masturbate over and over, reimagining it every time. I wonder how the version goes in his mind.
12:30
We walk back to the car and move it. His next ride (car ride that is) still isn’t supposed to be here for another thirty minutes. He offers to hang out by himself if I don’t want to stay with him. Is he crazy? I would spend the whole weekend with him doing naughty things if we could.
“Of course I’ll stay. It’s no problem,” I said as casual as I can.
12:40
There is a very touristy restaurant right on the water that we choose to spend the rest of our time. I think about suggesting that we stay in the car, privately. Instead, we sit on opposite sides of the table even though that is a mistake too. If we would have sat on the same side we could have been touching and teasing with a little light petting.
We talk about whatever else there is to talk about. He is good at asking me questions to keep the conversation going. Me, not so much. I want to slip in naughty innuendos wherever I can. I think we both would rather talk dirty. In fact, Scott asks to see my latest dirty story on the website, but I admit it is not finished. I only ever want to write after we do something sexy together. He tempts the line by asking if I’ve ever had sex while high.
“No, have you?” I reply, hoping that he would delve into one of his stories.
“Oh, my God. Yes of course. It’s the best feeling you’ll ever have. Trust me.”
Okay. I make a mental note.
He offers movie and music suggestions. I promise to watch and listen to them; if we could still be friends after this we could discuss our opinions of each.
1:00
Scott’s phone rings. Before Scott answers, I mutter, “Should I make sex sounds in the background?”
He doesn’t hear me, and I won’t repeat it. It is his friend saying he is almost here and they should decide on a meeting spot. His friend would definitely want to know more if he heard a girl moaning and screaming, “Yes!” when he called.
He arrives, and it is time to go. Scott says we won’t be meeting again, but I reply that we didn’t expect today to happen, so we never know. And did I mention, my husband is going on a bachelor trip for his buddy in a few weekends?
2:00
When I get home, I take his advice. I instantly eat an edible and wait for it to kick in. My husband is pretty surprised; it isn’t like me to randomly try to get high. For that reason, it takes me a while to realize when it is finally hitting me. When it does, I grab my husband's hand and lead him to our bedroom. We quickly undress ourselves.
I lay on the bed on my back with my head at the edge, too high to make any real effort in our exercise. I take his member in my mouth and swirl it like a lollipop to get it hard. It doesn’t take long. He has my slender body to look at: sprawled on the bed, head leaning off the edge, tits perky but spread outward, and shaved pussy already glistening.
I close my eyes and lick his shaft. I suck a little on the head, and then take it deep. I pull him closer so I can suck on his balls. One at a time, he drops them into my mouth, and I lick and suck ever so gently. I am getting so horny just imagining what will come next.
I reverse my angle on the bed so that my ready pussy can be entered. I have never experienced such luxurious pleasure. His rock hard cock doesn’t slide in easily even though I am wet, only because I am so tight. I have been wet since Scott touched my lower back in the store. It is finally time to let those juices flow. And they do, around the cock of my husband.
My knees are bent and my legs are spread while laying on my back. I am going between ecstasy and giggles because of being high so I put a pillow over my face. It helps stop the giggles and gives me the perfect chance to picture Scott doing all the current things I am experiencing.
Slow and easy to start. His cock goes as far as I will let it go in. It’s a massive cock and sometimes my lady parts can’t take the whole thing to start. I am moaning softly under the pillow, imagining Scott is the one in control. That the reason we are starting out gentle is because it has been such a long since we last engaged, and we want the anticipation to last.
I let him touch my clit - something that usually I am in charge of. He does it just right this time. Or maybe that is my mind picturing Scott again. He uses the palm of his hand to apply pressure to my mound and rubs back and forth. That, combined with the slow in and out of his cock, makes my moans grow louder. It is finally starting to sound like a real porno.
I let my knees drop to the side and expose my lips to him. He continues to rub my clit and plunge into me. As my moaning gets louder and sexier, he goes faster. It is an incredible feeling. I keep my head under the pillow and picture Scott. Oh, he knows how to work it so well. He knows exactly how I want it, exactly when.
He is sliding in and out hard. It's fast but I can still feel every vein. I could lay here all day and savor each thrust. He makes it go deeper, harder. It is amazing. I am a little worried I will yell Scott’s name and ruin my whole cover.
I push my tits together and make my nipples point to the sky. I grab each one in ecstasy as they bounce with each pump. I lick my fingertips and twist my nipples. I arch my back more and give an amazing view - one I know Scott would die for.
I let him go on and on, and he pleasures me so intensely. I know I should move my own body at some point, but first I need to cum. My husband, Scott, whoever is actually in front of me, picks up my legs behind the knees. This is my cum position. For some reason, no matter how close I am, if I am put in that position, it makes me cum instantly. I take over my clit and rub with two fingers so vigorously that I have to hold my breath.
He is holding behind my knees like a wheelbarrow and pounding my pussy as fast as he can. My muscles lock around his shaft as I cum for minutes. My body surges with pleasure. My vagina pulses around his cock as I come down from my sexual high. I have just cum all over my husband’s cock while thinking about another man. Wishing it could be him that I could ride and satisfy.
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Earlier, Scott said goodbye and that we would probably never see each other again. He seemed so certain about that. But once I have a taste, I am going to want more. And that, I am certain about.
P.S. Scott, I’d love to hear of your naughty escapades when you traveled. They really get me off. And this website seems like the perfect place. Let me know when you’ve posted, okay?
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