1. Does Your Boyfriend Have This...?


    Date: 9/24/2017, Categories: Fetish, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: rockhard4incher, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    “having a good night?” She looks at me, a little surprised at having invited a conversation. “Uh… Hi,” she replies. She gives me a little half-smile, and my semi grows a little more. It’s obvious from her surprise and hesitation that she isn’t the cheating type. She’s being polite, but isn’t looking to encourage male attention. She’s a good girl. Fuck; this is gonna be even more fun than I thought! “Yeah, pretty good. You?” I smile back cheekily, “It just got a lot better.” I watch as her cheeks flush red. My smile gets a little wider. “Hey, let me buy you a drink.” She pauses for just a moment, and I can see the rapid-fire debate going on behind her beautiful eyes, although it’s over in an instant. She’s thinking that she’s enjoying the attention, and wants to talk more out of curiosity, but knows that if she accepts the drink before telling me she has a boyfriend, she’ll feel guilty later, or feel like she’s leading me on. It’s make or break, already; if she holds back, and doesn’t mention her boyfriend, it tells me she’s curious. She licks her soft lips. “Yeah, OK.” She smiles. Fucking jackpot! “Good!” I look her up and down as the bartender approaches; she’s still blushing and shy, but she pretends not to notice me drinking her in. I order us two Southern Comforts and lemonade, and she looks at me with her mouth open just a little. I wink cheekily and tell her that picking drinks is just a gift I have. “Very impressive!” She responds, loosening up a little. Our drinks ...
    arrive and we move to stand at the side to talk a little more. She’s deliberately staying in view of her friends, just in case they see her disappearing with a strange guy. It legitimizes things in her head, helps to keep things innocent and above-board. But when a couple remove themselves from one of the small booths dotted around the club, I suggest that we take a seat to talk. It will take us out of sight of her friends, but she knows that, having accepted the drink, to say no to simply having a seat would be rude. So she nods and follows me. It’s a tight fit in the booth, which is like a small, semi-circular sofa with a table in front. Two people can sit in the booth and half-face each other, half-face into the club, but it’s sunken into the wall in such a way that it feels quite private. “What’s your name?” I say as we squeeze in, our thighs pressing together, my arm resting on the sofa behind her for comfort. “Claire,” she says, before taking a drink. “You?” “Joe.” “Ooh!” I see her light up. “I used to fancy a guy called Joe at school!” “I see,” I reply, laughing, “Well, maybe I’ll be your second-favorite Joe…” I say, smiling. “Hmm, maybe!” She replies caught up in the flirty fun of the moment. “For a beautiful girl like you, I’d be happy to come second!” She blushes at the compliment, but also giggles, catching my not-entirely-subtle innuendo. “Oh really now?” “Every time.” I catch her looking away, just for a moment. Trying to shake it off, to not get caught up in the ...
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