1. What Katie Did in the Parking Station, by Katie_tt


    Date: 12/27/2015, Categories: Masturbation, Mature, Voyeur, Author: Katie_tt, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    of my breasts. I know you are a tit-man, I say to him in my mind. You should see them in their naked glory – no, I want you to see the way they hang, inviting you to cup them in your hands. I want to show you the dark skin around my nipples, those big nipples which are becoming so erect under your gaze. I snap out of my daydream. I scold myself. One of these days you will do something like that and you will get into trouble. He manoeuvres the car out of the station and we are on the short drive home. I am not surprised to see that he is driving very cautiously through the heavy rain. He does not seem to be about to start a conversation, so I say: “Thanks very much for this. Um…I don’t know your name.” “I’m Mr Burgess,” he says. What an odd way to introduce yourself, I say to myself. As if you are a bank manager meeting a client for the first time. I am about to say “I am Miss Thompson” when he goes on. “Sorry,” he says. “It’s Colin. Colin Burgess.” I look at him and am pleased to see half a smile on his face. ‘I work in a bank. That’s what I say all day.” Full marks, Katie, for guessing his business. Also…it’s nice to know he can smile. “Well”, I say, “I’m Miss Thompson. But I always introduce myself as Katie.” That is all the conversation we have, because now he is parking under the awning at the entrance to my block. I unbuckle the seat belt and let it retract. Before I can stop it, it has caught on my shirt button and the button pops off. Really, I’m sure it was an ...
    accident. I pretend not to notice, and somehow, as we are getting my things out of the hatch, my shirt slips off my shoulders and my breasts fully revealed. He stares: I stand still for a moment to let him have a good look, before casually I pull the shirt back over my shoulders. The moment is enough to start a warm glow in my belly, and I feel the muscles of my vagina relax in preparation for the sex act. And I can almost smell the secretions which I know are flowing between my legs I am in need of that sex act. I no longer want to tease Mr Burgess, I want to seduce him. The shirt button is gone, and my breasts remain half exposed. “I – I’m sorry”, he blusters. Poor man, I think. He is really suffering. Now is the time to invite him into my apartment – and into my body. He is nice looking and manly enough. Will you be a good lover for me, Mr Burgess? Will you want to make love to me, or are you purely a voyeur, getting your kicks from looking and not touching? My thoughts seem to have lasted ages, but only a moment has passed since his unnecessary apology. “It’s not your fault”, I say with a chuckle. “They don’t use strong enough cotton these days.” He says nothing and is getting ready to re-enter the car. “Thanks again”, I say. “Look – would you like to come up for a cup of tea, or –“ Before I can finish he says “No!” abruptly, almost as if I’d said something threatening. Ooops, that’s that, I say to myself. Mr Colin Burgess is not fucking tonight. Or, if he is, it won’t be with ...
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