Straight Female / 19
Gave A Bit Of Striptease In The Apartment Lobby Of My Married Lover
Just a warning: It’s not super juicy more erotic and sensual.
My steamiest affair was with a married man when I was a university student. I was lucky to meet him, We were good friends through a sport club. I had a feeling he wasn’t exactly a faithful husband. He probably knew I guessed. He was flirty with everyone but never pushed boundaries. We were both avid booklovers, and chatted often about books. Then we were at one outdoor event alone in the forest and he kissed me, and I didn’t mind not only the kissing but letting him fuck me later too (the best fucking apparently starts with reading).
He had some fun erotic fantasies, and he’d always message me asking if it’s something that might interest me. Never pushed me, never begged, and I think I loved that room for maneuver the most. He was very safe and very comfortable. So was I.
That time he asked me if I can strip a little bit (topless) right in front of elevator on his floor and he’d watch me through the door peephole. I knew that’d be fun and I wasn’t the one who risked anything tbh.
On a chill fall morning I was ready, under a regular boring sweater+ jeans combo I had sexy black lingerie, bra and thongs, and hold ups with lace. After mundane lectures I lied to my friends that I’m heading home, instead I took a bus, got to his building, went up to his floor, texted him, and stood across his door ready to give him a show.
Adrenaline was pumping, my heart was beating fast and loud, and I was so excited and wet knowing after that he’s gonna fuck me good. I was waiting for his text, and when I got it the show started. I do have a really nice perky boobs, I’m hourglass, and conventionally attractive. I had a jacket on, and started with taking it off. I took off my sweater showing off my petite body and my black lacy bra (I always loved good lingerie), played with my boobs , undid the bra. He very, very quietly opened the door, motioned me in, and again super quietly closed and locked it. We started kissing, he was wearing thin sweatpants and I could see that he was hard from my cute little performance. He undressed me (I love being undressed by a man), and then undressed himself. We got to the couch and he started fucking me as he often did, in the apartment he shared with his wife. That was a fun and memorable fuck.
He really liked walking on the edge, if one of neighbours had seen me stripping he’d be in a big trouble but we got away with everything including the time I sucked him off on a chartered bus.
He didn’t have a huge dick as people often post here but he created the most intoxicating erotic experiences ever and made me feel like the most desirable woman in the world. It was such a slow erotic slow burn, absolutely addictive. I loved his dirty ideas. I never regretted this affair, I regret I ended it sooner rather than later. Being fucked by that man was never boring. It was the most seductive experience, and it’s hard to tell who was seducing who. There is no other thrill as delicious as a secret affair
My steamiest affair was with a married man when I was a university student. I was lucky to meet him, We were good friends through a sport club. I had a feeling he wasn’t exactly a faithful husband. He probably knew I guessed. He was flirty with everyone but never pushed boundaries. We were both avid booklovers, and chatted often about books. Then we were at one outdoor event alone in the forest and he kissed me, and I didn’t mind not only the kissing but letting him fuck me later too (the best fucking apparently starts with reading).
He had some fun erotic fantasies, and he’d always message me asking if it’s something that might interest me. Never pushed me, never begged, and I think I loved that room for maneuver the most. He was very safe and very comfortable. So was I.
That time he asked me if I can strip a little bit (topless) right in front of elevator on his floor and he’d watch me through the door peephole. I knew that’d be fun and I wasn’t the one who risked anything tbh.
On a chill fall morning I was ready, under a regular boring sweater+ jeans combo I had sexy black lingerie, bra and thongs, and hold ups with lace. After mundane lectures I lied to my friends that I’m heading home, instead I took a bus, got to his building, went up to his floor, texted him, and stood across his door ready to give him a show.
Adrenaline was pumping, my heart was beating fast and loud, and I was so excited and wet knowing after that he’s gonna fuck me good. I was waiting for his text, and when I got it the show started. I do have a really nice perky boobs, I’m hourglass, and conventionally attractive. I had a jacket on, and started with taking it off. I took off my sweater showing off my petite body and my black lacy bra (I always loved good lingerie), played with my boobs , undid the bra. He very, very quietly opened the door, motioned me in, and again super quietly closed and locked it. We started kissing, he was wearing thin sweatpants and I could see that he was hard from my cute little performance. He undressed me (I love being undressed by a man), and then undressed himself. We got to the couch and he started fucking me as he often did, in the apartment he shared with his wife. That was a fun and memorable fuck.
He really liked walking on the edge, if one of neighbours had seen me stripping he’d be in a big trouble but we got away with everything including the time I sucked him off on a chartered bus.
He didn’t have a huge dick as people often post here but he created the most intoxicating erotic experiences ever and made me feel like the most desirable woman in the world. It was such a slow erotic slow burn, absolutely addictive. I loved his dirty ideas. I never regretted this affair, I regret I ended it sooner rather than later. Being fucked by that man was never boring. It was the most seductive experience, and it’s hard to tell who was seducing who. There is no other thrill as delicious as a secret affair
