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It was now Friday and we sat opposite at the breakfast table. Tension of sorts was definitely in the air. We’d been making meaningless small talk all morning and I don’t think either had slept particular well.”So what are your plans today?” I askedShe gave a small giggle, “I’m quite busy actually, I’m having a bikini wax at eleven, a pedicure at two and then I’m going clothes shopping””Do you mean underwear shopping?” I asked trying to sound nonchalant, and failing.”Sorry, yes, I didn’t want to make it sound quite so obvious. I do want some new knickers, I want to look my absolute best and there’s that beautiful lingerie shop in town.”I said nothing, reality was hitting me. New knickers specifically to turn another man on. New knickers to be probably roughly pulled down or torn off by another man. A pedicure specifically to turn him on, and a bikini wax to….She interrupted my thoughts. “Are you still okay with this?” she asked.I exhaled deeply. “I think so. It sometimes just hits me. Your excitement is both nice to watch, yet also painful.” I said.”I love you” she replied “And think of the fun we can have when I tell you every sordid little detail later.” She leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Every single thing I do to that huge cock.”A shiver of pleasure went down my spine. Her new confidence was incredibly erotic and my doubts waned. This would bring us closer together. I hoped….I returned from work about five. Music was playing and I could see a bottle of wine had been opened. I went upstairs and could hear that Sarah was in the shower. I could see a couple of bags on the bed, doubtless the fruits of the lingerie buying. The shower stopped and she came into the bedroom wearing just a towel, looking extremely sexy with dripping hair.”Hello darling,” she said and kissed me. “How was your day?” she asked.”Fine,” I replied.”Will you help me get ready please? I need some advice and help. Can I show you my new knickers?”I nodded. She let the towel slip and I could see that she had, for the very first time, a full wax, it looked amazing. I also noticed the pedicure. Her toes were now a very erotic cherry red. She noticed me looking at her pretty feet and said, “What do you think? Do they look suckable?””You look gorgeous,” I replied.”Thank you, darling. Now close your eyes for a minute and I’ll show you what I’ve bought. I sat on the bed and closed my eyes.”Open them,” she said.I looked at her and my stomach folded. Escort izmir All she was wearing was black hold up stockings and the tiniest, laciest white knickers. She turned round and the way these little panties clung to the two beautiful, still incredibly firm, peaches of her arse was incredible. “You like?” she said.”Sarah, you look fucking gorgeous” I replied. I wasn’t one for unnecessary profanity but it was appropriate, I was madly in lust.”I wasn’t sure about the stockings. They cover up my pretty feet for a start, but I suppose they can come off later. I won’t need a bra with the black skirt and top I’m wearing.”She had quite small but amazingly pert breasts and often went braless. “Did you buy anything else?” I asked throatily.”I’ll show you. Close your eyes again,” she replied.I closed them.”Now look,” she commanded. Equally stunning. A black silk thong, but this time with stockings and suspenders. “Wow! Do I get to choose?” I asked.”Yes, darling,” she replied. “The first then,” I replied. White knickers were my favourite and the hold ups emphasised that beautiful thigh area.”Tell me about the wax?” I asked.”I just wanted to try it,” she replied. “With a lot of things being new currently, I figured it was a good time to experiment. It feels strange but very sexy. It’s all I can do to not keep stroking myself.”She started applying make up in the mirror, and I took the opportunity to ask a question I’d been meaning to ask.”Darling, did you honestly go back to his flat that time with innocent intentions?”She paused. “That’s a good question,” she said. “And I’ll try and answer as honestly as possibly. I was, for want of a better word, very horny that night. I’d ripped my tights in the club so took them off in the ladies. With wearing that short skirt and those little knickers that I kept on accidentally flashing. I was getting a lot of male attention and I can’t deny it was a turn on. I’m 37 now and I don’t turn heads as frequently as I used to, and I’d usually never wear a skirt that short with bare legs and skimpy knickers.””Did you get up to anything with anyone else?” I asked”No darling, it was just a bit of dancing, etc. But then Kieran comes over and gives me a great big hug and kiss and of course I got even more popular. He’s a pretty big name these days and everyone wanted to know how I knew him, etc.””But what were you thinking when you went back with him?” I asked.”There izmir escort bayan was something in the air, I can’t deny. Just sitting a bit closer than necessary in the taxi, that sort of thing. But we did just chat for a while when we got back, but I’ve never been more grateful for a foot rub in my life and it was very, I suppose sensual, and he could obviously see up my skirt.””So you knew it was leading somewhere?” I asked.”Maybe. Like I said my toes would brush his crotch and it was like he had a softball bat down there. I was fascinated. I’ve never had a size fixation before, really, but back in the day when we used to hang out a lot more, the alleged size of that monster was a common topic among the girls. When he kissed me, I can’t deny, it was me reaching for it to stroke it through his trousers first.”She’d finished putting her make up on and was dressing. A short black skirt, a simple white top which you could very faintly see her nipples through. With bright red lipstick, the effect was stunning, both classy and sexy.”These black heels?” she asked.I nodded, almost incapable of speech.”I can hardly walk in them, but let’s face it I should be able to get a foot rub again if needed,” she laughed.I heard a car pull up outside and looked out of the window. It was 8 o’clock and her taxi had arrived.”I’ll text you to make sure you know I’m okay. And remember, I love you,” she said, blowing me a kiss as she walked out of the house.I was in a bit of a daze, struggling to process my thoughts. I put the TV on and poured a stiff drink. 30 minutes passed somehow and I received a text.Got here ok, all good.Love youSAnother large drink helped and I got into the programme I was watching. Occasionally I’d let my thoughts drift into what she might be doing at that very moment. Would she change her mind and fuck him? Would this be the first time of many? Would I ever satisfy her again?My mind was drifting crazily, probably not helped by the alcohol. It was eleven p.m. and another text made me jump. I reached for my phone. Just one word.EnjoySBelow this there was a photo that being somewhat groggy, I didn’t immediately work out. Holy fuck! It was a picture of a cock. A cock with a small hand around the base, unmistakably Sarah’s hand, as I could tell from the nail polish. I started feeling short of breath. I’d of course tried to visualize this cock since having been party to so izmir escort many stories and descriptions, but nothing could have prepared me for this. There must have been a further 6 or 7 inches spilling out above where her hand was gripping the bottom of the shaft. She wasn’t lying, she truly couldn’t grip her hand right the way round and she doesn’t have small hands. Then the head which, almost impossibly, was bigger than the shaft; a huge, circumcised, bulbous monster.I was obviously under no illusions that she had gone round there to play cards and discuss politics. But it all just got a lot more real with that photo. It had almost sobered me up, so I poured another drink. If that thing went inside her, surely she would almost definitely never feel the same again.I texted backAre you ok?Fifteen long minutes passed, I stared at my phone willing her to respond. Eventually came the familiar tone.I’m fine. Lots to tell you. Home soon.STry as I might, I couldn’t stop looking at the photo. I’d watched a lot of porn over the years so I’d pretty much seen it all, and this was up there with the absolute biggest. I thought Sarah might have been exaggerating and that it was just that it was a bit bigger than mine. But fuck! She’d been underestimating it’s size, particularly it’s girth. At half past midnight I heard a car pull up outside and I looked out of the window. It was her taxi. I let her in at the front door. She looked so wanton and sexy, slightly ruffled hair and smudged lipstick. She padded in barefoot, the stockings were now off and she was carrying her heels.We hugged and I whispered in her ear “Are you okay darling?””I’m fine darling. More than fine, as it happens. Can I go and shower first please?” She nuzzled into my neck and I got a heady mix of sex and perfume. It made me weak at the knees.”No, please don’t yet darling. You smell gorgeous,” I pleaded.”Okay. But I need to at least clean my teeth and use some mouthwash. Pour me a drink. I’ll be back in a minute,” she replied.She went to the bathroom while I poured us a couple of drinks. My heart was beating like crazy. On the plus side, she seemed affectionate and loving. Perhaps my fears were pointless. We could do this and come out stronger and very turned on.She came back. She’d changed into little silk short pyjamas and sat cross-legged on the sofa. She beckoned me over to sit next to her. She kissed me again, this time tasting very minty, but there was something about her breath I couldn’t put my finger on. It was probably alcohol.”So do you want to hear everything?” she asked softly.”Like you wouldn’t believe,” I replied, placing her hand on my fit-to-bursting crotch.”Wow! Someone’s turned on already,” she laughed and stroked gently.

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