[MF] Turned out she liked being shown off…

Long time lurker, first time poster, been inspired to write something down! This happened this summer – she was 23, me 41. This is longish – I like being descriptive! Feedback welcome…

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I met her at a ball, she was a friend of a friend who I had met once before. Unbeknown to me, she had been interested ever since that first meeting – to be honest, I barely remembered meeting her as it was quite a boozy night at a members club; I did not find this out until later. Well, I got to the ball, all dressed up, and she made a point of coming over to say hello, and I am glad that she did. She was wearing a floor length silver-grey dress, plunging neckline exposing an impressive amount of cleavage from her bra-less 32D bust (that I could keep my eyes on her face while talking impressed her quite a bit!). She was 5″2, her shoulder length flame red hair loose, the prettiest face with a permanent smile, eyes to get lots in, but that body – gods, she was a dream. She did squats, and it made her arse the peachiest, firmest thing I have ever spanked in my life, coupled with an amazing hourglass figure.

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We spent most of the rest of the ball together; we talked, drank, danced, came close to kissing a few times, but she was nervous of her friends seeing us; I was far more reckless and made it quite clear that I wanted her. She made up for this reticence when we left, with a furious make-out session while we waited for her taxi – she kissed so well, she tasted good, and her skin was smooth and firm under my lips. I kept pushing the boundaries of touching her while kissing her, until I was rubbing her pussy over her dress with one hand and squeezing her astoundingly firm breasts.

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“My taxi is still two minutes out” she complained at one point, pointing to uber on her phone.

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“…two more minutes of making out then” i replied before pinning her up against the wall and snogging her hard again. Apparently we got a little too handsy as a passing car slowed down allowing the passengers to lean out of the window and cheer…well, she was worth cheering for, and did not seem to mind the attention.

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Her taxi eventually arrived (boo) and she left, giving me one more lingering kiss and throwing out a yelled promise for dinner.

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I realised I had no contact details for her, and chased around various friends for it before managing to get in touch – we made a date for the following Wednesday, and met at my club for drinks, where we had met that first time. I had been for meetings in town, and was unusually in a suit; she came (late!) in a knee length skirt and a tight turtle neck top, knee high boots, all dark colours. Gods was I nervous, and swear I almost blew it while we had a drink; we even commented on my nerves – mainly due to the fact that there had been virtually no communication between us since making out to having a date. This distinctly difficult communication problem was the theme that lasted the rest of the relationship. We left the club for dinner, and I tested the water as we went by putting my arm around her and kissing her on the lips – she responded well, and my nerves vanished.

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We dined at an Italian, glasses of prosecco on arrival, a bottle of wine, and much flowing conversation – the occasional touch of hands and definite footsie under the table, sharing the food, lingering looks as we talked – typical, fun, first date stuff. Dinner was followed by pub, and more drinks (rum this time) – she had an endearing habbit of talking to complete strangers, and I have enough about me that i can join. My hand was on her hip most of this time. The night was ending fast, and I had work the next morning, but simply did not want the night to end, but had no idea if she was going to go home or not . . .

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“last orders – do you want another drink?” i asked her. “I have a bottle at my flat…”

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She smiled at me, that dazzling smile, cocks her hip and says “I have uber.”

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The taxi ride is very vanilla, just chatting away; I am excited though, to say the least, at the thought that she is coming back to my flat. Obviously I had imagined this very scenario, but did not really think it was on the cards, first date and all that. I was worried though – there was no wine in my flat…what if she actually wanted wine??

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We got to my building, and we had a snog in the lift, her pushed up against the mirror, our bodies pressed hard against each other, my hands on her thighs – thank goodness I live on the 6th floor and it’s a slow lift…

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We get in the flat, and she rather catches me off balance at this point.

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“I have to shower, do you have a towel?”

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“er…yes – there’s a clean blue one hanging on the wall,” I reply surprised. She smiles at me coyly.

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“wont be long…”

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I take off my tie and jacket…and don’t really know what to do. I hear the shower start, and I sort of loiter in the kitchen. I have got more than a semi going on imagining her in there, and remembering how she tastes and kisses. Clearly the wine idea is out of the window, but what is she up to??

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I did not have to wait long to find out – the noise of water cascading over the body I have only felt over her clothes hitherto ceases; there is a pause, and I can hear the sound of a towel patting down fair skin. Then silence. The door is unlocked, and she steps out in my smallest towel…it’s dark blue, works well against her pale skin and red hair. She clutches it to her body, just about covering her bust, and ending mid thigh.

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She stands there smiling at me; I have without a doubt a hungry look on my face as a i look at her, and i approach her almost stalking her…she moves backwards, turns to her right and – with a flick of her hair (she’d managed to keep it dry) and one seriously seductive look over her shoulder – walks into the bedroom.

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I follow her, my cock starting to seriously throb through my suit trousers. She goes to the bed, she still has not said a word since she came out of the bathroom – she turns to me, and speaks: “Stay there…”

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I pause in the doorway to my bedroom as she lays on her side facing me, still draped in that towel (it’s now hanging up as a trophy haha!) – her head is on her right hand, her left is over her hips; she grabs the towel, and with another sexy smile – knowing how much power she has over me at this point – and in the single most confident move I have ever seen from anyone, she pulls the fabric away and exposes her naked body to me.

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I am blown away – imagine Kate Winslet in Titanic…that’s the pose.

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…and now i also see why she went to shower, as she has shaved her pussy…

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For what felt like an age I simply drank in her body – at the same time my clothes seem to fall off of their own accord, and then suddenly, she is rolling onto her back, spreading her legs to accept me on top of her, and we are kissing hard. I waste no time in getting my hands all over that body, her skin so soft, but so firm; she giggles as we snog, quickly silenced with a gasp as I kiss her neck and nibble and kiss her ears. Her nipples were practically the same colour as her skin, but responsive; i feel her arching her back to me as I take each them in turn into my hungry mouth, licking, sucking and biting on them, my hand playing with the one not getting my mouths attention. I move further down her taught firm stomach, push her legs further apart and reach her pussy.

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The skin is so smooth, her pussy lips wet, and she smells heavenly – I waste no time in licking from the bottom of her pussy to her clit, getting a shiver and a moan from her in response. One of her hands goes to the back of her head, the other to her breasts, while I push my tongue into her, and alternate between eating her out and over-stimulating her clit with my lips and tongue. I get one hand under her ridiculously firm bottom and squeeze one cheek hard – the other I use to slide a finger into her – she is the wettest I’ve ever known any girl to be, and tight too…she moans.

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“Oh fuck, oh gosh,” she moans over and over. It was the ‘gosh’ that really got me, I want to hear her make that noise again and again. I slide a second finger in, making her really squirm, while my mouth remained on her clit; god I could have sucked on her pussy all night, she tasted so good. But she sat up, and maonuevred us so i was on the bed, and she between my legs.

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Her hands were small, which made her have to grip my cock with both of them as she moved it to her mouth; she sucked the tip, licked up and down my length while jerking me off, all the while her eyes were firmly on mine as I lay propped up on a the pillows. We kept on teasing each other with our mouths and fingers for a bit, before I spun her back onto the bed on her back, slid on a condom and positioned my cock at the entrance to her stupidly wet pussy.

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I traced the opening with my fingers, dipping one in (“gosh!”) before resting the tip of my cock against her entrance – I pause – she is grasping at my arm with one of her hands, the other one behind her head. Then I slide into her – so tight – she moans and gasps as I fill her up. I start fucking her, kissing her hard on the mouth, neck, tits, pinning her arms back above her head, stretching her out. She’s exquisite under me, whispering filth into my ear at the same time, how she likes it deep, how good it feels, her eyes alive with mischief as she enjoys being fucked.

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We try all sorts of positions, her on top (what a view, and her breasts….), her legs over my shoulders (nice and deep and tight, making her shudder with every thrust), from behind (pulling her hair and spanking her arse) before I pull her up off the bed roughly and push her up against the wall face first. I should mention I have floor-to-ceiling windows…

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I spank her arse and as she gasps, I spread her legs, my fingers sliding across her pussy – getting behind her I push into her again, grab her hips and start fucking her hard. Her hands are on the wall, and i move her to the right, to the window ; she places both hands on, presses her breasts against the cold material. I snake one hand up between her breasts to her neck and squeeze gently while fucking her – and notice the car in the multi-storey car park opposite – it was going down the ramp, but has now stopped, and the driver has clearly noticed our fun; he starts flashing his lights and is probably videoing the whole thing on his phone.

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I whisper in her ear that we are being watched and her eyes fly open – but she makes no effort to move or cover any part of her naked body up, and I carry on fucking her. She is really getting into it, tosses her hair back, looking at me over her shoulder as I take her hard. We spent a few minutes fucking like this, her on display, before I throw her on the bed on all fours, mount her and fuck until I cum hard inside her.

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We both pass out pretty quickly after that….but not before she tells me how much she enjoyed being watched…

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Perhaps tame, but I hope you enjoyed it – i loved fucking her, and writing this has brought back some very happy memories…I have more of our time together, and other stories too, depending on the feedback!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9xn648/mf_turned_out_she_liked_being_shown_off