This is my first time posting, although I have lurked for long! Just had to share this with someone.
About me: shoulder length unruly brown hair, dimples, 174cm, 34D boobs, relatively fit from doing boxing but mostly deemed “cute af”.
He (K) is about my height, slightly squishy tummy but the nicest butt you could ask for; sandy hair, grey, twinkling eyes.
Both parties happily married to others, and messing around WITH their consent.
K and I met at a swingers club. He’s funny (think Chandler Bing), a bit older than me and we love all the same books, which makes conversation a breeze and got him into my pants super fast. Took a long time to work up the courage to text him, but pretty soon things started heating up.
We both have shift jobs so have a morning off and decide to meet for breakfast. I’m wearing a green skirt with slits along the side and a tiny little g-string- I want him to notice. We sit next to each other on the couch at the cafe. He starts stroking my thigh while we chat and eat. I reciprocate, and feel him growing hard through his jeans. I’m pretty sure everyone knew what we were doing, there was nothing blocking the view beneath the table!