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I saw him in the coffee shop,
I was sitting in the corner browsing thru a magazine,
He walked to the counter and ordered and looked around for a seat.
It was pretty crowded, not many seats available and he approached my table and asked if I would mind if he sat down.
'Go ahead sweetheart, I will be leaving soon anyway' my mug was almost empty.
He sat down with his coffee and started fiddling with his phone, ignoring me.
I looked over the magazine at him.
Pretty cute, younger than me by at least 10 years, probably more.
He glanced up from his phone and caught me looking.
He smiled and looked back at his phone. I blushed instantly.
What must he be thinking, Does he find me attractive, is he single, does he like older women.
My god what am I thinking, I'm married and he is a complete stranger.
I glane back at him over the top of my magazine just as he glances at me.
Sparks seem to tingle through the air between us.
I hold his eyes for a moment and quickly look back down.
My whole body is tingling. What the hell is wrong with me.
I gulp down the last of my coffee, grab my handbag and stand.
My knees feel weak, I feel like my legs are somewhere else.
I just stand there trying to move my feet and I'm frozen in place, just standing there.
He looks up at me and says 'are you ok?. A concerned look on his face.
I struggle to even speak, not sure what has come over me.
I feel a wetness between my legs, a dampness in my panties.
I feel like I've just orgasmed but that hasn't happened. Has it?
No, I know it hasn't.
So what am I feeling.
I look down at him, he asks again. Looking very concerned now.
'Missus are you ok?'
Before I can even think the words fall out of my mouth.
'Can you help me to my car please. I need you to take care of me'
He comes around the table slipping his phone into his pocket.
His arm slides around my waist, brushing lightly against the underside of my breast.
My knees buckle a little and he holds me tighter.
I look down and see my nipples are hard and pressing against my shirt.
What is wrong with me.
We start to walk slowly from the cafe, through the mall toward the elevator to the underground carpark.
He is asking me questions but his voice is just a muffled blur,
My mind is too loud.
I'm thinking too many thoughts.
Nasty thoughts. Dirty thoughts, Filthy thoughts.
We reach the elevator. His body pressing against me as he grips my waist firmly with one arm.
' please don't touch me, I'm married' I hear myself whisper.
At the same moment my hand reaches for the crotch of his pants.
I rub him and squeeze him, I feel him grow a little.
'Please don't touch me' 'please don't touch me'
The elevator opens and we step out, my hand still connected to his crotch, rubbing, feeling him get hard.
I turn in the direction of my car and we walk.
He isn't speaking now.
His mind must be racing.
My mind is telling me to do naughty things,
My body is responding to my mind.
My mouth is the only thing with any reason.
'Please don't touch me, I'm married'
We reach my car and I point to it.
I reach into my handbag and push the button in the key.
He opens the door and I sit in the drivers seat, I sit with my legs outside the car and look up at him.
My eyes move down to the crotch of his pants and my hands move toward him.
I can see his cock bulging. My fingers take the zipper and slide it down, I pop the button at the top and his pants slip open.
I reach in and rub through his briefs.
It's huge and laying to one side, my finger curls over the top of his briefs and pulls it down.
His cock springs free.
I stare at it. I lick my lips. I look up at him.
His eyes staring down at me.
'Please don't touch me, I'm married'
My hands went between my legs and my skirt bunched up high on my thighs.
I slide my ass forward and lay back slightly. as I spread my legs I pull my panties to one side.
The cold air hits my warm moist pussy, a thrill courses through my body.
I look out the door at the cock pointing at me.
He is holding it, stroking it.
I touch myself gently, opening my labia, my pink moist entrance in full view of his eyes, eyes I can't see.
He is just a cock now.
Just a beautiful, hard cock with a slight upward curve.
With two fingers holding myself open I slide two fingers of the other hand inside my pussy.
I'm wet, almost to the point of oozing onto my seat.
I see him take himself in both hands.
Are his hands small or is his cock that big I think to myself.
He is stroking fast now.
Pumping that cock through his fists.
My fingers are becoming frantic.
I'm assaulting my clit with my fingertips and plunging two fingers deep into my hole.
'Please don't touch me' 'please don't touch me'
He lets go of his shaft and cups his balls.
I sit up and clamp my thighs tight around my fingers as I cum.
My fingers deep in me feel that warm rush, my body shudders with the intense pleasure.
My eyes never leave his cock.
He is squeezing his balls, his cock a solid shaft of fleshy beauty.
'Please don't touch me' I whisper with a trembling voice.
His cock erupts on my face.
A long spurt of white creamy goo. A moment passes and he spurts again.
He edges closer, his hand cupping his balls, his thumb massaging.
He sprays another stream of cream onto my face.
Glazing me with his warm milk.
My mouth opens to catch a breath, my fingers still pressing inside my gushing pussy.
I feel cum sliding down my face, my lips open, tasting his saltiness.
He spurts again, my lips coated, my mouth getting a healthy dose.
He leans up hard against the car, his cock inches from my mouth and another blast shoots from the tip of his twitching pole.
I taste it right at the back of my tongue.
He steps back.
His cock dripping.
I swing my legs in and close the door.
I start the car and reverse from the park.
As I drive away I look to the side.
There is a man standing there with his cock hanging out of his pants.
I tremble.
My god, what is that guy doing there!!
I accelerate away.
I stop at some traffic lights and I glance at the woman in the car next to me.
The woman is staring at me with a look of horror and disgust.
I look at her quizzically.
I reach up and turn my mirror to see my face.
I was sitting in the corner browsing thru a magazine,
He walked to the counter and ordered and looked around for a seat.
It was pretty crowded, not many seats available and he approached my table and asked if I would mind if he sat down.
'Go ahead sweetheart, I will be leaving soon anyway' my mug was almost empty.
He sat down with his coffee and started fiddling with his phone, ignoring me.
I looked over the magazine at him.
Pretty cute, younger than me by at least 10 years, probably more.
He glanced up from his phone and caught me looking.
He smiled and looked back at his phone. I blushed instantly.
What must he be thinking, Does he find me attractive, is he single, does he like older women.
My god what am I thinking, I'm married and he is a complete stranger.
I glane back at him over the top of my magazine just as he glances at me.
Sparks seem to tingle through the air between us.
I hold his eyes for a moment and quickly look back down.
My whole body is tingling. What the hell is wrong with me.
I gulp down the last of my coffee, grab my handbag and stand.
My knees feel weak, I feel like my legs are somewhere else.
I just stand there trying to move my feet and I'm frozen in place, just standing there.
He looks up at me and says 'are you ok?. A concerned look on his face.
I struggle to even speak, not sure what has come over me.
I feel a wetness between my legs, a dampness in my panties.
I feel like I've just orgasmed but that hasn't happened. Has it?
No, I know it hasn't.
So what am I feeling.
I look down at him, he asks again. Looking very concerned now.
'Missus are you ok?'
Before I can even think the words fall out of my mouth.
'Can you help me to my car please. I need you to take care of me'
He comes around the table slipping his phone into his pocket.
His arm slides around my waist, brushing lightly against the underside of my breast.
My knees buckle a little and he holds me tighter.
I look down and see my nipples are hard and pressing against my shirt.
What is wrong with me.
We start to walk slowly from the cafe, through the mall toward the elevator to the underground carpark.
He is asking me questions but his voice is just a muffled blur,
My mind is too loud.
I'm thinking too many thoughts.
Nasty thoughts. Dirty thoughts, Filthy thoughts.
We reach the elevator. His body pressing against me as he grips my waist firmly with one arm.
' please don't touch me, I'm married' I hear myself whisper.
At the same moment my hand reaches for the crotch of his pants.
I rub him and squeeze him, I feel him grow a little.
'Please don't touch me' 'please don't touch me'
The elevator opens and we step out, my hand still connected to his crotch, rubbing, feeling him get hard.
I turn in the direction of my car and we walk.
He isn't speaking now.
His mind must be racing.
My mind is telling me to do naughty things,
My body is responding to my mind.
My mouth is the only thing with any reason.
'Please don't touch me, I'm married'
We reach my car and I point to it.
I reach into my handbag and push the button in the key.
He opens the door and I sit in the drivers seat, I sit with my legs outside the car and look up at him.
My eyes move down to the crotch of his pants and my hands move toward him.
I can see his cock bulging. My fingers take the zipper and slide it down, I pop the button at the top and his pants slip open.
I reach in and rub through his briefs.
It's huge and laying to one side, my finger curls over the top of his briefs and pulls it down.
His cock springs free.
I stare at it. I lick my lips. I look up at him.
His eyes staring down at me.
'Please don't touch me, I'm married'
My hands went between my legs and my skirt bunched up high on my thighs.
I slide my ass forward and lay back slightly. as I spread my legs I pull my panties to one side.
The cold air hits my warm moist pussy, a thrill courses through my body.
I look out the door at the cock pointing at me.
He is holding it, stroking it.
I touch myself gently, opening my labia, my pink moist entrance in full view of his eyes, eyes I can't see.
He is just a cock now.
Just a beautiful, hard cock with a slight upward curve.
With two fingers holding myself open I slide two fingers of the other hand inside my pussy.
I'm wet, almost to the point of oozing onto my seat.
I see him take himself in both hands.
Are his hands small or is his cock that big I think to myself.
He is stroking fast now.
Pumping that cock through his fists.
My fingers are becoming frantic.
I'm assaulting my clit with my fingertips and plunging two fingers deep into my hole.
'Please don't touch me' 'please don't touch me'
He lets go of his shaft and cups his balls.
I sit up and clamp my thighs tight around my fingers as I cum.
My fingers deep in me feel that warm rush, my body shudders with the intense pleasure.
My eyes never leave his cock.
He is squeezing his balls, his cock a solid shaft of fleshy beauty.
'Please don't touch me' I whisper with a trembling voice.
His cock erupts on my face.
A long spurt of white creamy goo. A moment passes and he spurts again.
He edges closer, his hand cupping his balls, his thumb massaging.
He sprays another stream of cream onto my face.
Glazing me with his warm milk.
My mouth opens to catch a breath, my fingers still pressing inside my gushing pussy.
I feel cum sliding down my face, my lips open, tasting his saltiness.
He spurts again, my lips coated, my mouth getting a healthy dose.
He leans up hard against the car, his cock inches from my mouth and another blast shoots from the tip of his twitching pole.
I taste it right at the back of my tongue.
He steps back.
His cock dripping.
I swing my legs in and close the door.
I start the car and reverse from the park.
As I drive away I look to the side.
There is a man standing there with his cock hanging out of his pants.
I tremble.
My god, what is that guy doing there!!
I accelerate away.
I stop at some traffic lights and I glance at the woman in the car next to me.
The woman is staring at me with a look of horror and disgust.
I look at her quizzically.
I reach up and turn my mirror to see my face.
Aeryn
- 27.06.2022
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