1. The dinner party.


    Date: 5/29/2017, Categories: Quickie Sex, Author: AndreaDetroit, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    While negotiating the rush hour traffic, the 'Whatsapp,' notification tone sounded and the small chat window appeared on my smartphone. Reluctantly I stopped what I was doing and whilst maintaining control of the car with one hand, I unlocked the app with the other and saw amidst a flourish of anticipation, I had received two more messages. I grinned impishly. One was a photo, still blurry as it downloaded and the other simply said. "This could be yours!" My current state of arousal, stoked all afternoon by coarse, graphic texts, had grown from smouldering embers into a raging inferno and I waited impatiently for the image to sharpen, my drenched sex throbbing incessantly with insatiable yearning. If any of my fellow rush hour travellers were watching me now, all they'd see was a successful business woman casually reading a message on her mobile phone whilst making her way home. Nothing out of the ordinary, probably thousands like her doing the same but there was one difference that couldn’t be ignored. Unlike the other women, I was in all likelihood the only one with her business skirt scrunched up around her hips. And why was my skirt up around my hips? Well right up until the sound of my text message arriving, I had frantically fingered myself to a delicious little orgasm and as I waited for the image to focus, I could feel warm cum seeping from my snatch, all over the leather upholstery. When the photo finally came into view, all I wanted to do was carry on where I’d ...
    left off. 'You’re just as horny as I am,' I thought triumphantly, looking at the huge erection that appeared on my screen. I smiled wickedly. The huge cock poking purposefully through a of pair trousers, with strong fingers wrapped around the thick girth belonged to me, metaphorically speaking. ‘Hmmm, having a little wank, are we?’ I mused, a buzz of exhilaration coursing through my body. ‘Couldn’t you wait for me to get home.’ Sextexting all afternoon had gotten me all hot and bothered, and now, judging by the photo, I obviously wasn't the only one wanting some hot action. The incessant throbbing between my legs hadn't abated, and the image on my phone was very tempting. ‘Shit,' I thought unhappily. 'He could be such a fucking tease,’ I continued fuming as I looked at the clock on the dashboard. He knew I wouldn't be able to resist him when I was in this mood, and he was right. “It will have to be a quickie…” “No problem,” was the digital reply. We didn’t have much time because Dave and Julie, our next door neighbours, were throwing a dinner party and hubby and I were expected to attend. All very well but my needs came first. I quickly consulted the clock again and typed, "Be right there," added a happy faced smiley and pressed send. Literally seconds later whilst turning into the new housing estate, with tree lined roads obscuring the large well to do houses, my iPhone relayed another message. "I'm waiting..." I couldn't help the inane grin on my face despite feeling myself ...
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