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If it were me ...
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If it were me ... Just in the last day or so I asked a friend on here how she would dress to impress if she were to meet a guy for coffee who she really wanted to bed. Her reply was a low-cut dress to show off her<b> cleavage. </font></b>She also said that if she really wanted him, she would go to the bathroom, take off her panties and upon returning to the table, she would drop them in his lap. I agreed this strategy would definitely get his attention and, with her encouragement, I then wrote back telling her what I would do if I were the lucky guy. It’s brief, but then the scenario is urgent. I hope you like it. It’s very much off-the-cuff. “I'd take you by the hand and lead you back to the bathroom. Once inside with the door closed behind us, I imagine we would start kissing - passionately ... Hungry, lust-fuelled ... Hands all over each other. I imagine reaching down and lifting up your dress do I can squeeze your naked bum and press you against me, pushing one leg between yours so you can put pressure on your aching pussy … After no more than a minute or so I imagine leaning you back against the vanity bench and slowly dropping to my knees in front of you. Once there, I'd start caressing the skin of your thighs with little kisses and butterfly licks, switching from side to side, slowly lifting up your dress as I go, gently moving your legs apart. By the time I've worked my way up to your beautiful, naked pussy, you've moved your legs wide apart to give me easy access. I take a moment to look at this most intimate part of you and take a deep breath, drawing in your heady, sex-laden scent. Before I put my mouth to you, I lift up your left leg and hook it over my shoulder so I can bring my hand into play, and then I’d begin ... At this point you're literally dripping wet. As I touch my tongue to your swollen labia, gravity gets the better of a droplet of your juice and it falls and splashes on the floor. And then I run my tongue up the length of your pussy, gently teasing your labia apart, opening you up for me. I'm careful not to rush things, kissing you there, licking, penetrating you with my tongue, getting oh-so close to your clit, but not touching you there just yet ... Teasing you ... Very quickly it gets to the point where you can't stand it anymore. You lift yourself up onto the edge of the vanity, throw your other leg over my shoulder and press my mouth harder between your legs ... And then you tilt your pelvis back to encourage me to do more. On that signal, I touch my tongue to your clit and you gasp a deep breath, almost sighing in relief. And then I start experimenting, swirling my tongue around, flicking your hard little button, sucking you, kissing, finding out what really works ... And when I discover the right combination, I settle into a little rhythm, keen to make you cum. By now your breathing is a little ragged, your breasts heaving as you squirm around searching for that thing that takes you over the edge ... When I know you're close, I slip one finger inside you. You're so wet it slides in easily, so then two fingers - and I start to fuck you with them, pressing hard against your clit from inside you, amping up the pressure from both sides. Moments later you grab the back of my head, clamping me into your pussy as a huge wave rockets through your body. Your orgasm takes your breath away, you arch your back and squeeze your thigh together do I can't move - prolonging the pleasure ... ... And then the euphoria slowly subsides and you start to relax your grip and come back to the present. Your nerves are jangled. You're thrilled, but strangely calm. You want more, but first it's time to return the favour.” |
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