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Wet Stories
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Bi-Sexual Female / 26
Claire, Learning That A Little T&A Is Better Than Pokeman
I went through high school and college and never had a serious date. I took a job right after college working in the actuarial department of an insurance company. I have a degree in Math. As part of our training we had a two day course that was given downtown at a hotel for our offices and personnel from other offices. I met this other girl Claire there, she worked on the 17th floor in the life insurance department.
We sat together and had lunch together. In the afternoon she mentioned that this certain Mr. from work had asked her to dinner at Jacob's, an expensive seafood place a couple of blocks from the hotel. She said that Mr. had wandering hands and maybe I should go with her and keep him on his best behavior because once was enough with him. Since he was going to come by to get her at 7:00 we had a couple of hours to kill so we sat in the bar, with all the other downtown secretaries waiting to be picked up.
During that time Claire told me about Mr. First he was married, second if he didn't get lucky he blackballed you, third if he did get you where he wanted you you would wake up sore and embarrassed at the things he would make you do. It took a bit to get used to looking at a man the next day knowing he had gone deep and you had given up both holes. He was an ass man.
He picked us up at 7 like he said. Surprised that I was coming along, but as he put it nicely, his expense account could take the hit. After dinner, and two bottles of wine, he asked us if we wanted to go back to the hotel and get it on. He had reserved a room already, just in case, and he knew Claire was game so the real question was I. Claire insisted, that way we would only get half each and Mr. would have to split his time between us.
Mr. went right for my tail. No if and or buts, let those tits out, and get on your knees and he got behind me and running two fingers into my vagina he used my own juice to lube me up and with Claire giving me instructions he went in, as she said, deep, 'God don't you love it' isn't exactly how I would put it. Yeah I liked it, in fact a lot more than I would have thought, considering that no man had gone there before. Yeah it was all right, but not even a kiss?
Claire was no stranger to Mr. She was an avid cock sucker, she had a lot of experience, and she wanted to be a good teacher and share and share alike. After he was out, she ate me. She was fully concentrated and I went into this sort of catatonic state. She finished with me, or rather I finished and she got to my face and she told me that she really, really loved my pussy. Really, really loved it.
The wine and the action kept Mr. out for a couple of hours, and we did what girls do when they are first getting together. It's like brail, you have to use your fingers to get to know her, her nipples, her clit of course, but also her nose and chin and kissing those sweet lips. She showed me that she could trigger me by touching my anus. I touched her anus too. She kissed my anus and I kissed hers. We were going to get to know each other, then we were going to get to know each other.
Mr. came around early in the morning and he had a hard on and I didn't want to and did not give him fellatio, but I did lay back and let him get his dick in the right hole while Claire watched again. After a shower, we had the front desk call a cab for us so we could go home and get dressed for work. Mr. took care of the charges and with a swat on both our behinds he left us waiting for our cab.
Claire and I became very good friends. Friends of the closest kind. There were no secrets between us. As close as two friends can be. It's true that Mr. had us in his sights and we had to make room for him now and then. But Mr. got the message. We had more fun without him. We could do without a swinging dick in our face. No, Claire showed me, taught me, educated me, that sometimes you want to kiss those sweet lips, those lips, the ones that are hidden from view except for that special someone you want to share them with. Those lips. And Mr. poking around isn't what you want right then. Even if you hurt his feelings.
Claire taught me that too.
We sat together and had lunch together. In the afternoon she mentioned that this certain Mr. from work had asked her to dinner at Jacob's, an expensive seafood place a couple of blocks from the hotel. She said that Mr. had wandering hands and maybe I should go with her and keep him on his best behavior because once was enough with him. Since he was going to come by to get her at 7:00 we had a couple of hours to kill so we sat in the bar, with all the other downtown secretaries waiting to be picked up.
During that time Claire told me about Mr. First he was married, second if he didn't get lucky he blackballed you, third if he did get you where he wanted you you would wake up sore and embarrassed at the things he would make you do. It took a bit to get used to looking at a man the next day knowing he had gone deep and you had given up both holes. He was an ass man.
He picked us up at 7 like he said. Surprised that I was coming along, but as he put it nicely, his expense account could take the hit. After dinner, and two bottles of wine, he asked us if we wanted to go back to the hotel and get it on. He had reserved a room already, just in case, and he knew Claire was game so the real question was I. Claire insisted, that way we would only get half each and Mr. would have to split his time between us.
Mr. went right for my tail. No if and or buts, let those tits out, and get on your knees and he got behind me and running two fingers into my vagina he used my own juice to lube me up and with Claire giving me instructions he went in, as she said, deep, 'God don't you love it' isn't exactly how I would put it. Yeah I liked it, in fact a lot more than I would have thought, considering that no man had gone there before. Yeah it was all right, but not even a kiss?
Claire was no stranger to Mr. She was an avid cock sucker, she had a lot of experience, and she wanted to be a good teacher and share and share alike. After he was out, she ate me. She was fully concentrated and I went into this sort of catatonic state. She finished with me, or rather I finished and she got to my face and she told me that she really, really loved my pussy. Really, really loved it.
The wine and the action kept Mr. out for a couple of hours, and we did what girls do when they are first getting together. It's like brail, you have to use your fingers to get to know her, her nipples, her clit of course, but also her nose and chin and kissing those sweet lips. She showed me that she could trigger me by touching my anus. I touched her anus too. She kissed my anus and I kissed hers. We were going to get to know each other, then we were going to get to know each other.
Mr. came around early in the morning and he had a hard on and I didn't want to and did not give him fellatio, but I did lay back and let him get his dick in the right hole while Claire watched again. After a shower, we had the front desk call a cab for us so we could go home and get dressed for work. Mr. took care of the charges and with a swat on both our behinds he left us waiting for our cab.
Claire and I became very good friends. Friends of the closest kind. There were no secrets between us. As close as two friends can be. It's true that Mr. had us in his sights and we had to make room for him now and then. But Mr. got the message. We had more fun without him. We could do without a swinging dick in our face. No, Claire showed me, taught me, educated me, that sometimes you want to kiss those sweet lips, those lips, the ones that are hidden from view except for that special someone you want to share them with. Those lips. And Mr. poking around isn't what you want right then. Even if you hurt his feelings.
Claire taught me that too.
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