Straight Male / 35
One Afternoon Distracted By The Troubles In The Streets
I was traveling abroad and got caught in the middle of an uprising, tanks rolling in front of the hotel. I quickly found out all communications were cut off, and there was military preventing guests and staff to leave the hotel. Otherwise they left us alone. TV only transmitted government communications, we were basically uninformed.
In the coffee shop I met Fran, from San Francisco, a buyer for a department store negotiating with a towel factory. Older than me by five years, we sat around talking, listening to gunfire and rumors.
Bored we went upstairs to my room because the window faced the street. Fran asked permission for the bathroom, she walked out and sat on the bed. Her skirt more than halfway up her legs. Sitting back on her hands it was obvious she was commando, no underwear.
She fell on her back, her skirt high on her hips, her legs slightly open. Her look was inviting, and I walked over and took a handful of her crotch. Her legs opened wider. Her invitation was real, and I leaned down and took a long intake of her smell. Pushing her dress up over her head, she took off her bra.
The invitation was written, I took my clothes off and we engaged in intercourse for what seemed forever. She responded with her hips when I released my juice in her. We disengaged. After a while she walked over to the window and exposed herself to anyone that cared to look. A minute later she pulled the dress up and put her arms in the sleeves, not speaking she left the room. Her bra on the bed, her panties in the bathroom.
The uprising was put down, three days later I left for back home. Nine months later I got a call, did I want to meet my daughter. No request for money, only 'I thought you should know'.
In the coffee shop I met Fran, from San Francisco, a buyer for a department store negotiating with a towel factory. Older than me by five years, we sat around talking, listening to gunfire and rumors.
Bored we went upstairs to my room because the window faced the street. Fran asked permission for the bathroom, she walked out and sat on the bed. Her skirt more than halfway up her legs. Sitting back on her hands it was obvious she was commando, no underwear.
She fell on her back, her skirt high on her hips, her legs slightly open. Her look was inviting, and I walked over and took a handful of her crotch. Her legs opened wider. Her invitation was real, and I leaned down and took a long intake of her smell. Pushing her dress up over her head, she took off her bra.
The invitation was written, I took my clothes off and we engaged in intercourse for what seemed forever. She responded with her hips when I released my juice in her. We disengaged. After a while she walked over to the window and exposed herself to anyone that cared to look. A minute later she pulled the dress up and put her arms in the sleeves, not speaking she left the room. Her bra on the bed, her panties in the bathroom.
The uprising was put down, three days later I left for back home. Nine months later I got a call, did I want to meet my daughter. No request for money, only 'I thought you should know'.
- That's Juicy! 10
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