Straight Male / 33
The Girl From The Shop
About 10 years ago, I was shopping. Saw a cute girl. About 5'3, brunette, slim, good tits and ass. She was a shop assitant, stacking shelves. Sophie. I saw her, and she saw me, and we smiled at each other.
I paid for my stuff, and wrote "I think you're stunning, text me?" and my phone number on the back of the receipt. i then found her, and passed it to her, as though it had been dropped.
I wanted, ages. And she text me. Said the note had really made her smile, and felt good. But, she had a boyfriend.
Of course, I said no worries, and it was worth a shot.
We kept texting. Though. She seemed interested. Told me we should go for a cup of tea, or something.
I swing by the shop the next day, and said hello. She seemed flushed, excited to see me. I felt a bit weird that she was in a relationship, but it didn't care that much.
I told her I really fancied her - but that we should stop talking, and she said it was okay. She fancied me too, and it was just a bit of flirting. I told her she was beautiful. She sent me a photo of her tits, and i wanked myself silly. I told her I was desperate for her.
I came by the shop again, and asked her what time she got off - if she fancied a drink or something. She said 5pm, so I was there. And met her.
We got some cans of larger, and walked down to the river near the town. We sat on some public benches, and chatted. I felt brave, and so leaned in to kiss her, and she kissed me back. A lot. My hand was up her shirt, in public, gently caressing her nipples. She told me she was soaking. We held hands, and walked to my car. She was stroking me through my jeans, and I was straining against them, almost painfully.
We got back to my flat, and I started making her a cup of tea. As the kettle was boiling, she dropped to her knees. As my cock was released, she told me I was much bigger than her BF. i'm about 7 inches or so, and I said "poor you". She devoured me, taking everything. Like, a full deep throat. I'd never had that before, and couldn't believe it. She was magic at sucking cock. Incredible good. I picked her up, and sat her on my kitchen counter, and licked her c**t til she was breathless. I fucked her there in the kitchen, us both shaking and cumming at once.
She made her excuses, and left.
Later that night, I got a text, her telling me she felt guilty, but that it was great. I replied and told her she was incredible, and her BF was a lucky guy. And that I was always here if she needed anything.
She knocked at my flat an hour later, in an almost cliche way. Black coat, stockings, suspenders, heels.
I fucked her on the bed this time. She never took the stockings or heels off. We must have fucked 5 or 6 times that night. Sleeping, then waking up and going again.
We did this like, a couple of times a week. She told her parents she was going to her BF's , but she was coming to me. Never had sex like it. She preferred to be on top, said she came quickest that way. No condoms, she didn't like them
And then, her BF proposed. She accepted. Told me I was a lot of fun, but she had to settle down.
I still look at their facebook photos. Knowing what she did. I know where she lives, know where she teaches. I still fantasize about picking her up again for a night. Unlikely, but, maybe...
I paid for my stuff, and wrote "I think you're stunning, text me?" and my phone number on the back of the receipt. i then found her, and passed it to her, as though it had been dropped.
I wanted, ages. And she text me. Said the note had really made her smile, and felt good. But, she had a boyfriend.
Of course, I said no worries, and it was worth a shot.
We kept texting. Though. She seemed interested. Told me we should go for a cup of tea, or something.
I swing by the shop the next day, and said hello. She seemed flushed, excited to see me. I felt a bit weird that she was in a relationship, but it didn't care that much.
I told her I really fancied her - but that we should stop talking, and she said it was okay. She fancied me too, and it was just a bit of flirting. I told her she was beautiful. She sent me a photo of her tits, and i wanked myself silly. I told her I was desperate for her.
I came by the shop again, and asked her what time she got off - if she fancied a drink or something. She said 5pm, so I was there. And met her.
We got some cans of larger, and walked down to the river near the town. We sat on some public benches, and chatted. I felt brave, and so leaned in to kiss her, and she kissed me back. A lot. My hand was up her shirt, in public, gently caressing her nipples. She told me she was soaking. We held hands, and walked to my car. She was stroking me through my jeans, and I was straining against them, almost painfully.
We got back to my flat, and I started making her a cup of tea. As the kettle was boiling, she dropped to her knees. As my cock was released, she told me I was much bigger than her BF. i'm about 7 inches or so, and I said "poor you". She devoured me, taking everything. Like, a full deep throat. I'd never had that before, and couldn't believe it. She was magic at sucking cock. Incredible good. I picked her up, and sat her on my kitchen counter, and licked her c**t til she was breathless. I fucked her there in the kitchen, us both shaking and cumming at once.
She made her excuses, and left.
Later that night, I got a text, her telling me she felt guilty, but that it was great. I replied and told her she was incredible, and her BF was a lucky guy. And that I was always here if she needed anything.
She knocked at my flat an hour later, in an almost cliche way. Black coat, stockings, suspenders, heels.
I fucked her on the bed this time. She never took the stockings or heels off. We must have fucked 5 or 6 times that night. Sleeping, then waking up and going again.
We did this like, a couple of times a week. She told her parents she was going to her BF's , but she was coming to me. Never had sex like it. She preferred to be on top, said she came quickest that way. No condoms, she didn't like them
And then, her BF proposed. She accepted. Told me I was a lot of fun, but she had to settle down.
I still look at their facebook photos. Knowing what she did. I know where she lives, know where she teaches. I still fantasize about picking her up again for a night. Unlikely, but, maybe...
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