1. Cider With Rosie


    Date: 4/7/2016, Categories: Seduction, Author: sylvie34100, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    her phone. Luckily I'd thought to set my own to silent. "WHERE are YOU?" was her message. I smiled into my glass as I took another sip, watching the bar rapidly fill to over flowing. The lunchtime crowd obviously appreciating the swift service of the snacks and stuff they served. Rosie was tucking in too, so I gave her time to eat. Seeing she had finished, and my own glass was empty, I made my way unseen by her to the bar, my finger touching the precious button just as I squeezed between her and her colleague to order fresh drink, my back to her. I felt her jerk next to me, heard her breathing in sharply. As her hands busied themselves on the keyboard of her phone, my right hand slid onto her knee, squeezed firmly, and began inching up the acres of bare flesh her lovely long legs possessed, whilst my hip rubbed against the outside of her thigh. Without so much as turning my head, my fingers traveled all the way up the inside of her warm toned thigh, nails lightly raking sensitive skin, until my knuckles nudged the bulge of her sex, the panties already damp, as I knew they would be. My Rosie is so easily aroused. I heard her whisper, "Damn you. Now what are you going to do?" I placed my glass on the bar, took out my cell, and nimbly tapped out, "Make you cum! Right here!" I hit 'send' and continued to drink my very refreshing ...
    cider, whilst also 'knuckling' her pussy, rewarded by her squirming against my fingers without uttering a sound. I glanced around me, and in the mirror behind the glass racks of the bar, catching a slightly distorted but satisfying view of her biting her bottom lip, her right hand gripped the bar for support as I wormed inside the soaking gusset of her nix. My fingers generally coated I eased two into her, deftly slithering them all the way inside her tight velvet pouch. My thumb wreaked havoc on her well engorged bud, I proceeded to finger fuck her surrounded by a pressing crowd of people, including her own workmates. She came! How she didn't scream out as she invariably does I do not know, but my hand was drenched in her fuck juice. The stool under her too I suspect. The barman chose exactly that moment to lean over and remind me I hadn't yet paid for my drink. I slipped my hand from between her now sticky thighs, raised it to the barman and beckoned him wickedly closer. He couldn't help but smell her scent on my fingers as I conspiratorially murmured, "She's paying!" and shot a glance over my shoulder. He was quick on the uptake, and with a smile at me, and a wink at Rosie replied, "Of course, Miss." I turned, grinned at my darling girl, kissed her cheek and whispered, "Hurry home baby girl," and walked straight out the door.
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