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Heated thoughts in a torrid moment...
Heated thoughts in a torrid moment... It was our first meet and greet, and both of us were nervous. This was more bite than bark, a little out of our comfort zone, but I knew that eventually we would end up meeting groups of people for the sole purpose of fulfilling our<b> hedonist </font></b>fetishes. Especially if our intimate romps continued to inspire fantasy of a third and/or fourth person to play with. The club was dim, but not dark. Lights flickering from the dance floor, occasionally illuminating the walls and faces, lighting up the room to see the hunger floating over the crowd. We came in early and spotted a table in the back, so that we could be poised to impersonate wallflowers while people arrived. As the hour approached the room began to fill with people of all walks. Laughter filled the air as acquaintances become reacquainted and new introductions occur. Several people approached the table, and as signaled by a neon sign behind us, continued past our table without so much as an introduction. I remember leaning in and telling him how awkward it felt, as if someone was browsing the soup isle looking for something to jump out at them. We both giggled and kissed. It was a new experience and we were open to see what it was about. Despite the electricity of the knowledge that we were in a room with roughly 150 other people who's sole reason for being in this place at this particular moment was sexually driven. It was erotic and somewhat overwhelming at the same time. We loosened up with a couple more beers, knowing that we had transportation arrangements to the hotel that was just down the road. The cherry on the top of our decadent evening.... a hotel near the meet and greet. Not necessarily to use with someone we met... but on the other hand...it is handy like that. More than anything, it was part of the process to get us to the place we are. Wet, excited, thick and throbbing. Just the knowledge of the room, for the potential rather than the actual use had my panties so soaked that I was afraid if I got up I would leave little wet pussy lip tracks on the chair. He laughed and kissed me when I confided my concern to him. We looked up from the laughter and conversation to find a flirtatious couple standing before out table. He leans in and takes your hand in a firm handshake and introduces himself as Warren. Without missing a beat his companion slides into our booth next to me and says her name is Naomi. A little surprised by her forwardness I realize I must have been staring at her voluptuous breasts that jutted from the buttoned blouse. When I brought my eyes up to meet hers, she smiled and informed me that Warren bought them because he likes to cum on them. I felt the blood surfacing to my cheeks as I blushed at her forwardness, but am quickly brought back by your charming wit, "Nice investment Warren" you quip. Warren slides into the booth next to Naomi, causing us to slide further around the booth. Naomi give a scootch real close to both of us and for a moment I think I feel her hand on my crotch. I look to you to see if you've noticed anything and realize that your eyes are as large as saucers. My gaze drops to a motion that is occurring below my line of site and I see a woman's hand, attached to Naomi's arm, stroking your cock through your jeans. Absorbing it all in, the moment, the strange woman laying across my body to reach my lovers groin, the feel of her breast against mine, the hungry look in her companions face as I turn to see his reaction. As I looked over to Warren, I was just in time to see him offer up both hand fulls of Naomi's breasts to me. Her gaze locks with mine, and before I realize what is happening I feel her lips on mine, and her tongue pressing into my mouth insistently. I feel her place on hand on my breast and one on my crotch and kiss me deeply. Both hands begin working their fingers on my sensitive organs and I realize that you've got your own hand on your cock, stroking over the denim material. The voice I hear, I know with every ounce of my existence, however the question so foreign that I had to really think about the words I heard before responding. I looked at you and saw fire in your eyes and a heat stirring that I'd never seen before. "What did you say?" I heard my own voice ask. "Do you want to take them to the room?" You asked again... |
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Damn, nice M&G..where the hell were we?..lol
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Damn, nice M&G..where the hell were we?..lol BTW.. I don't think I've ever mentioned how much I enjoy your pics Now is as good as time as any I suppose You have great pics up! Bi
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Awww TY sexy! good luck at the M&G your going to, If its the one Im thinking of we cant make it this month Think were having one on the 11th, and if your ever up for a private M&G just let us know..lol PS, we love your vision of a good M&G! {=}T&D
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