1. Taxi


    Date: 11/17/2017, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: Marta_, Rating: 23, Source: LushStories

    She wonders what it is with posh restaurants that makes them serve such small portions. God, for that price she could have eaten so much more in a normal place. And it wasn’t such high quality either. She actually could have done it better herself at home. But anyway, she reminds herself, she isn’t there for the food. With a sigh, she looks up from her empty plate to his face. He’s still looking at her. At least he’s stopped trying to make small talk. She hates that. “Take your panties off.” “What? Now?” She pretends to be slightly offended, when actually all she can think is ' Finally! ' She has to fight back a smile. “Right now, Veronica. Go to the toilet, take your panties off and give them to me when you come back.” And so she walks to the toilet thinking, for the first time in the last half hour, that maybe accepting his invitation for dinner wasn’t a mistake, after all. Soon he has her new lacy black panties in his hand. Her only lacy panties, the ones she bought especially for tonight. He smells them before placing them in the pocket of his jacket. “You’re getting wet,” he says with a grin, “I like that.” Of course she’s getting wet. She’s getting wet because despite all his efforts towards a casual conversation about books, music, and TV series, she has been replaying in her head all their chats and emails. Her mind wasn’t there in the restaurant with the rather insipid fancy food; it was on the day she emailed him to say she had just seen the neighbors fucking and ...
    how hard they came together less than an hour later. The fact that she actually hadn’t seen anything was totally irrelevant. She did that all the time. She used to tell him every little dirty thought that crossed her mind as if it had actually happened. Fucking her roommate’s boyfriend on the kitchen counter, being fingered by another girl in a party, watching her neighbors fucking, touching herself with the curtains open for everyone in the opposite building to see. Sometimes he believed her, sometimes he didn’t. But he always, always, came so hard. That, the memory of him cumming so hard for her, is what’s making her wet now. Not his looks, not the elegant surroundings, not even her gorgeous stockings and little black dress. Now that he’s given up on small talk, he seems in a hurry to get to the hotel. Not that she has a problem with that. The tiramisu is probably not that good, anyway. He takes her in his arms as they stand on the sidewalk waiting for the taxi and very slowly he lowers his head, nibbles her lobe just for a second, and whispers in her ear, “I can’t wait to fuck you.” She sighs, her hand under his jacket, rubbing his chest. They are so close now. She moans against his lips when he kisses her. “Horny, Vero?” he asks, his forehead against her forehead, trying to catch his breath after the long, wet, hot kiss. “God, yes. I think I made that chair wet.” “My horny slut.” He whispers it in a wistful tone that makes her heart flutter. He’s staring at her breasts and ...
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