1. Under His Spell


    Date: 12/13/2015, Categories: Cheating, Author: loneleygirl68, Rating: 32, Source: LushStories

    and stared into his eyes, holding my breath and biting my bottom lip. Was he really going to do this in public? I thought he had been joking when he suggested it online. But now the hem of my skirt was creeping ever higher, gradually exposing my bare, quivering thighs. What could I do? What did I want to do? I succumbed, that’s what I did, opening my thighs slightly to give him access to my seeping sex. Joe’s fingers continued to inch higher up my legs. He stared unblinking into my eyes, holding my gaze as he got closer and closer to touching my cunt. (Like I said, that’s what Joe wanted me to call it and I was not about to argue!) On the outside of my very damp panties, he brushed against my clit, using a fingernail to lightly scrape against it. I nearly jumped out of the booth! It was all too much, especially coupled with the vibrating egg. He leaned and whispered into my ear. “What’s the matter, Brie, can’t handle it?” I took a deep, shuddering breath, straightened my spine, and sighed, “Bring it on, Joe.” He knew I would rise to the challenge; I hated to be second at anything. “Good girl,” he said, and gently pushed aside the flimsy material of my wet panties. Oh My God! He touched me for the first time, electrifying me with his index ...
    finger stroking the lips of my cunt. I moaned as the tip of his finger slipped inside and gathered some of my cream. Circling my clit, he turned up the speed once more on the egg… and that’s all it took. I came suddenly, very hard, gushing. Joe cupped his hand over my bucking mound, trying to catch the overflow as I buried my head into his shoulder and bit on my bottom lip to keep from screaming out loud! Suddenly, a waiter loomed and asked if everything was all right. “Yes,” said Joe calmly. “The lady is a little overwhelmed by something. We’re fine, but thank you.” As the waiter strolled away, Joe removed his hand from between my thighs and licked it. Next, he used a handkerchief to dry his fingers. That done, he replaced the handkerchief in his pocket and finally turned the vibrations on the egg to its lowest setting. Thank God, I thought. The intensity had become almost painful. “Finish your drink,” said Joe, “then we will go.” I swallowed the last of my wine and we stood up, me on tottering legs, to exit the bar. Holding hands and pulling our suitcases behind us, we headed for the taxi's and a ride to our hotel. I could only imagine what was going to happen next, alone in our hotel room… *********** Special thanks to JWren for the story photo.
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