1. Grown Ups


    Date: 7/8/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    Helen noticed the boyfriend before the girl. He was tall and handsome in a young, trendy way; muscular arms wrapped around his girlfriend. Italian tourists, they looked like. Maybe Spanish. Twenty-something. Wedged into a corner by the door of the tube train, utterly oblivious to the rush-hour cram. Helen, sitting next to her husband George and on their way to The Bundle Of Joy Baby Exhibition , tried not to watch the couple. Especially, she tried – and failed – not to stare at the boyfriend's pierced tongue; pondering a Mumsnet discussion about tongue-studs being good for extra stimulation. Down there. She sighed, and crossed her legs. A twisted curiosity had her searching out his girlfriend’s face, as if she might find someone with a saintly, blissed expression. Someone utterly satisfied. In reality, the girl made her smile. Helen might well be a tourist in London these days but she grew up in the city and went through exactly the same punkette look herself when she was that age, some ten years ago. In fact, the girl did not look unlike her, wicked eyes, leonine nose and a big mouth. The only difference was her jet-black hair; a high contrast monochrome colouring that seemed naturally suited to punk. Helen always had difficulty rebelling with her drab, English ash-blonde. The girl could not stop kissing her boyfriend. Helen wondered if this proved the tongue-stud theory or not. Were they ‘thank you’ kisses or was she still… needy? Hands appeared on the boy’s rear, small ...
    with gloss black nails and thick thumb rings; they squeezed his backside then pulled his hips hard to hers. He laughed loudly. Someone tutted. Helen blinked and looked away, feeling suddenly creepy, and squeezed George's hand. He reciprocated with a quick succession over-excited twitches. She had promised him a birthday ‘doing’ later; he would be like this all day. She wished she had sorted him out that morning rather than have it hanging over her. It had been kind of fun watching pay-per-view cheeky-TV in the hotel room the night before, but it was always too intense. Even though they’d both climaxed (doggy) while watching, it had been quick and fizzy and left her wanting more. Then as she fell asleep, she kept getting lurid flashes of plundered glistening pinkness. She had even woken up aroused in the middle of the night, much to George's delight, but he too seemed over-stimulated and frustratingly kept finishing too quickly. Her husband had been squeamish about sex since the ultrasound. Still early days, Helen hardly showed at all, and he was as rutty and attentive as ever before he saw the little bean curled up in there. Recently he approached her bits with a sensitivity that was simply irritating and she had hoped a naughty weekend might re-ignite him, but not this way. A succession of little firecrackers when all she wanted was one great big bang. Meanwhile – mocking her – the girl was really getting off on her boy’s slim hips, with her bare thighs frog-legged either side ...
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