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A perfect stranger is what she had fantasized about; it’s what she was paying me to deliver and now the rest was up to her. She started slowly, sitting on his lap while pushing the soaked fabric of her thong against his obvious hard-on, appearing oblivious to the other 2 guys standing nearby but most definitely acutely aware. They pretending not to be taken off guard by it, stealing glances and shuffling around the pool table as if embarrassed by their own state of excitement. Adjusting their packages, they did at least try to keep the pool game going so as not to arouse suspicion from the bartender. When she reached around behind her taut ass to tug at his belt he wasted no time in freeing his engorged member from the confines of his zippered pants. I shook my head ‘no’ and motioned to a chair around the corner and out of view of the folks at the bar. Three guys were enough, for a first time out anyway, and I didn’t want the action to be spoiled by an overly paranoid bartender. It had taken a bit of coaxing at first. She was married to a nice Mormon guy and was definitely not used to playing sexy much less slowly revealing more flesh as the night wore on. When she asked for something to calm her nerves I smiled and whispered “Your nerves are SUPPOSED to be on edge darlin’, but I can help you ease into it.” As a ‘guide’ I’m used to seeing the jitters Çekmeköy escort bayan set in when a client realizes ‘it’ really is going to happen. I have my own remedy and set about sprinkling an appropriate amount in her wine as she watched. Aside from a little Viagra it’s just placebo but it always gives them an excuse to let themselves go beyond their normal comfort zone. She grinned, took small sip, then took the rest of the glass in without a pause. Of course I poured another. I held her hand as I walked her to the back where a group of 3 guys were drinking and playing pool. We sat in a booth together on one side facing the action, backs to the regulars nodding into the drinks seated at the bar. I found it ironic that Wicked Game was the song flowing from the speakers. It was the version by HIM, my favorite and I made a mental note to include that in the ‘date’ for my next client. Placing one leg up on the seat in guided her into a sitting position between my legs so we could both face the guys. Brushing her hair back I began to lightly kiss her neck. I could feel her excitement as she trembled at the slightest touch of my lips. The guys playing pool were trying to be cool and surprisingly kept looking away as if afraid to get caught staring. I had to chuckle to myself. After a few minutes I removed Escort Gebze her small leather jacket. As I had asked, she had worn a loose weave lace top and no bra. Even if her nipples hadn’t been trying to burst through the fabric it was easy to see their size and shape. With the back of one hand I gently outlined the bottom curve of each breast, around the side and then, with palm down, ever so lightly encouraged her nipples to reach out to my touch. Still minding her neck, I paused briefly to give them a sharp pinch then let my hand slide under her top, pushing it up and freeing her breasts for all to see. She kept her eyes closed, the thought of her bared breasts making her breath come in short quick puffs. Caressing her breasts while the guys watched I knew she was going far into sexual territory she had never known. Allowing her top to cover her once again I let my hands glide down her stomach, across her crotch. When I touched her thigh her legs spread wide, giving the guys a great shot of her wet thong. She had thrown her head back and was thoroughly enjoying the kisses on the nape of her neck, eyes closed, aware the guys were getting aroused by her display. With arms around her waist, I pulled her thong to one side and ran a finger up the outside of her pussy. She was literally dripping wet, so swollen I almost Şerifali escort lost my head! If she weren’t a client there is no way I could have resisted. That touch made her turn suddenly and place a hard kiss on my lips, sucking my tongue into hers and pulling me roughly into her. The tip of my finger penetrated her dripping vulva, slipping in smoothly. From this position, it was easy to rub her G-spot, cupping her entire pussy in my hand as I did so, moving as slow as I could to keep her from cumming. It didn’t work. By now she was too far gone and I felt her tighten around my finger as she shook uncontrollably for a few seconds before abruptly grabbing my hand and holding it tight but unmoving against her crotch. She turned and smiled at me. “Oh my god….” she whispered as she exhaled a long held breath. “I think I’m ready now”. That was my cue to head to the mens room. When I got there I relieved myself even though that wasn’t the point. As expected, it wasn’t long before one of the pool players came through the door. Drying my hands, I turned to leave when he spoke in a shaky voice. “Wow… that sure is a sexy lady you’re with. No offence but I couldn’t help watching. You’re a lucky guy.” “Yeah, I suppose I am. But the real lucky one is the guy who gets to fuck her. She doesn’t want me tonight. She wants someone different, new, ya know? A stranger I guess. She’s just a friend of mine.” The look on his face was priceless and his mind was racing so fast his eyes were darting! I don’t think he could speak, so I thought I’d better help him out. “I’m serious!” I chuckled. “She told me she’d like to have one of you guys make her fantasy come true.
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