1. Poor Petra! (1)


    Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Author: fegirboh, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    check that there’s nobody on the street close enough to worry about, and then I ‘accidentally’ drop my bag on the floor of the taxi. “Shit,” I mutter, stooping to retrieve it. I bend over nice and slowly so that Danny’s hand stays in place on my butt, my peachy ass now rising provocatively up towards him, tight skirt riding miles up the back of my thighs. I practice this position in front of the mirror sometimes, so I know precisely the vista that Danny is getting. Danny figures quickly and correctly what my game is (okay so it’s not rocket science!) and he does what I hope and expect. He does what any self-respecting horny boy in this position would do. Danny gives in to temptation. He slides his hand deftly up under the back of my skirt and starts to caress my butt through my little silk panties. Meanwhile, I get a bit clumsy with picking up my bag. It kinda falls on its side and a few girly things come tumbling out. Paul offers to help but I tell him no, it’s no problem, I can manage. He says okay and settles back in his seat. There’s an amused expression on his face because, from his angle, Paul can tell what’s going on with Danny and me. Petra can’t though. She’s in the far back corner of the cab. From there, with the way I’m positioned and with how the door is, she can’t see any of what’s happening except the ostensible situation. Her ditzy bimbo of a roommate is bent forward into the taxi and grappling with this dropped bag scenario. My face a little bit flustered, ...
    while her beau Danny is waiting patiently outside, holding the door, waiting for ditzy roommate to get straightened out and properly installed, so that he can then join her on the back seat of the taxi and we can all finally get going back to our place. The taxi driver can’t see either, although I’m sure he suspects something fishy! Tough, he’s the driver. He just needs to sit at the wheel and wait. Meter’s on, right? So he’s earning. Danny fondles me good. He kneads my buttocks through my knickers, which feels nice, and then, even nicer, he gets his hand inside, horny bastard, and it’s flesh on flesh. Soon there’s a wickedly teasing finger working its magic in my asshole and down between my legs. OMG, thrilling! The boy must be left handed! Certainly knows exactly what he’s doing. This is to fucking die for! I risk a few quick glances up at Petra as I’m being pleasured. She’s chatting to Paul, but also checking on my progress in dealing with this bag hassle. She’s keen to get going. Well she would be, wouldn’t she? She’s pulled a boy at last! Trouble is, the boy in question is busy right now, busy inside my knickers, and OMG the stupid cow has no fucking clue! Paul is just about managing to control himself, seeing what’s going on. It takes some time for me to sort this bag of mine out (quite a few bits and pieces have fallen out unfortunately) and Danny makes great use of it. He really treats himself. It’s a treat for me too, trust me. I succeed in keeping a straight face, ...
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