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This is an article I wrote and forgot about, again before I met Olivia. It is unclear to me why I didn’t submit it for publication. It’s most likely because I was writing so much during that period. We discussed this one, and several others, following which we’ve agreed to publish rather than waste them. It turned her on and provoked a lust in us that had to be satisfied, and we engaged in some vigorous sexual activity. I hope anyone who reads this enjoys it and if not, well, I can’t please everyone, but there are plenty of other authors on here, so I’m sure you’ll find something that matches your tastes.
Most girls don’t have this type of experience, so I count myself as fortunate that I have, several times. I can’t explain why it happens; it just does. There’s no particular reason that this takes place with me. I don’t go looking for it, but when it arises, I don’t refuse the opportunity. Each one was different, but all very exciting and enjoyable. Each time I have had the chance to take part in an unplanned encounter with someone I never knew, I’ve never had a moment to consider or think about the risks, but I’ve taken the opportunities to explore my boundaries with a man whom, I didn’t know and didn’t want to because I would never speak to him again, and my only expectations were carnal ones. It was the true reality that is stranger sex. It didn’t matter.
I was doing precisely what I wanted to, and I used my freedom of judgment, and so there’s not a lot I can, or even choose to regret.
I needed to study a legal matter to find some precedents in a case someone had asked me to support for a chamber in the city. My father had passed the commission to me, and win or lose, it would earn a satisfactory payment. I own my company with several solicitors working for me, but I preferred to do this myself, instead of delegating it. Research of historical cases is something I’ve always been good at, and as the barristers were defending a nasty criminal action, I wanted to make sure they had all the information at their fingertips when they went to trial.
I found a library in the city’s northwest that held the records I needed to review. It was well appointed, with a comprehensive index of their system, and a comfortable reading room, where the staff monitored the visitors and were very helpful with advice and help, including providing prints of documents when requested.
It was a dry environment, and I went there in the afternoons for three days from the Tuesday of that week. Working during the mornings, travelling both ways from my office in the town to the mainline terminal in the city, then by underground to and from the local terminal near the library. It was a six-minute walk straight up the road from the tube service, adding to my journey, but because of the time I spent there, it meant that I returned home late, leaving close to 8:00pm, and after picking up my car at the local station, not getting home until after 9:30pm.
I dressed conservatively, in plain but expensive dark clothing, but I made myself feel feminine by putting on beautiful lingerie, knowing that my simple outward appearance hid an exciting secret under my skirts. As a single girl, wearing the perfect underwear can still boost my confidence and self-esteem and make me somehow feel empowered. I was 22 then, 23 now, I’m a natural blonde, long hair, pretty and have a good figure, 32A bust, nice shapely legs, I’m small, 5′ 2″ and weigh 95 lbs, and I’ve known since I was young that there is never a bad time to get into soft lacy intimate lingerie that highlights my best features.
While using the library, I treated myself and put on some expensive sets by Pour Moi, the beauty of silk made me feel sexier than the cotton I normally wore for work, even though the cotton, most times, is lace trimmed and very attractive.
I wasn’t interested in any form of flirting or teasing, so I sat at a table with a modesty board, and my skirts smoothed down over my thighs, not revealing anything to anyone, but enjoying my sensual secret, making sure that I stood up from the chair carefully so as not to attract attention. Most of the men there weren’t keen anyway, like me, they were concentrating on their research, and therefore oblivious to what others were doing,
It was late when I finished on Wednesday evening, but I asked the assistant to make some copies that I could collect the following afternoon, leaving late. I was so tired when I arrived home, I cleaned my teeth and had a quick wash, before going straight to bed.
On the last day, I wore a heavy black flared skirt, with a black ‘V’ necked jersey top, underneath I put a silk underwear set, light blue with darker blue lace trim, the panties had a lurex embroidered front panel, the bra was soft with no under wires, and a half slip, which was smooth and full, hanging well under my skirts, choosing not to wear suspenders, I rolled on Gabriella barely black hold-ups, wide lace trimmed at the tops.
Deciding not to put my hair up, as I wanted to feel feminine and girly, so I brushed it back, and held it in clipped into place with a large erzincan escort black satin bow, I applied a light touch of perfume, Little Black Dress, placing the spray bottle into my tote bag, and as I didn’t have far to walk, I wore 3″ heels, black with open toes.
Using the last of the milk from the fridge, I created a note on my iPhone to pick up a small bottle on the way home to tide me over until I could go grocery shopping on Friday evening.
Arriving at the library, I continued my research, finding some very relevant case studies and precedents. I prepared a notice of the reference numbers and requested copies. The assistant told me that anything they didn’t have time to copy that evening, they would post on to me as I wouldn’t be back the following week.
Hours passed by, and before I knew it, my iPhone flagged up the reminder to pick up some milk on my way home, I packed up, noticing that it was close to 7:45pm, picking up my things and putting them into my tote bag, I left the library, saying goodbye and thank you to the assistants who had given me so much help.
Walking down the street towards the tube station, I thought that rather than picking up the car from my local terminal and driving to the convenience store on the green, parking, getting out, going into the store and returning to my car before completing the drive home I’d stop on my course to the tube station.
Partway along my route was a large express supermarket, but as I came to it, I saw it was quite busy, and even using the self-service tills, it would have taken a long time to get in and out of the shop.
I had observed that there was a small convenience store on the walk between the tube station and the library and decided to call in on my way past. I had noticed, during the previous evenings as I’d walked by, that it was a licensed premise and able to sell alcohol. The licence holder’s name was displayed on the board over the door, and I saw that the shop belonged to an English proprietor, quite a rarity these days.
I had not thought of anything sexual as I walked along the pavement, although I noticed some appreciative looks from other pedestrians and some car drivers. There was a light breeze which lifted the hem of my skirts slightly, giving a glimpse of the light blue slip I wore underneath it. It did not surprise me that it attracted attention, even though that was something that hadn’t crossed my mind at all.
Finding that although it was due to close at 8:00pm, it was still open as I arrived there. As I opened the door, there was a rush of cool air which flattened the front of my skirt against my hips, outlining the gentle swell of my mount of Venus, and the firm round curves of my upper thighs. The store owner was cashing up as I walked in. He gave me a casual glance and a friendly smile, making eye contact, which sent a shiver down my spine. He watched me with interest as I headed towards the back of the store where the chiller cabinets were, his gaze fixed on my lower body, admiring what he saw.
He was a handsome man, in a craggy sort of way, about 6′ with greying brown hair, around his mid-50’s sparkling blue eyes, nice clean-shaven face, pale skin, string jawed, with a smooth complexion, and dressed in dark grey slacks, with a plain white shirt. He had that style of cool confidence that made him look good in casual clothing, and he knew it, sure of his appearance and its attractiveness to others.
The heavy skirt swirling as I walked, he watched the hem flicking up, flashing the dark lace contrasting against the lighter shade of the slip. My heels were making a dull clicking sound on the wood effect laminate floor. I found the chill section, which was quite secluded and set out in a sort of square.
The small 1L bottles of milk were on the bottom rack of the chiller cabinet, I bent down to see if what I wanted, the shelf was almost empty, so I had to squat down to reach towards the rear, there wasn’t anybody else in the store, so I didn’t worry too much about discretion.
As I leaned forward, my skirt slipped back down my thighs into my lap, dropping behind over my calves, and as I dropped my left knee, raising my right thigh, I inadvertently exposed my panties, stretched against the smoothly rounded curves of my bottom, I reached in took a bottle, and as I leaned back, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a movement, unthinkingly I turned on the soles of my feet, my knees opening as I did so.
The shopkeeper was standing at the edge of the grocery shelving, casually leaning against it, calmly watching me, clearly, he’d come back to see what I was doing, his gaze travelled down from my face to my knees, admiring my plump vulva as it strained against the soft shiny silk of my gusset. The smooth firm sweep of my peach held tightly by the panties, the gusset being narrow, pulled deep into my body creases, tucking in between the round lower cheeks of my bottom, framed by the lace tops of my stockings, and set against the light blue of my slip.
He half smiled, his eyes dancing as he maintained his gaze at the erzurum escort sight between my thighs, then returning to my face with calm confidence in his expression. I saw the lust in them as I felt the desire rise inside me, almost as if he’d willed me to surrender to him. There was an unspoken request from him, matched by a wordless invitation and acceptance from me, I leaned my hips to my rear, widening my knees to give him a clearer signal, I pulled my hems back to the top of my legs, the skirt, and slip hanging down at the back forming an inviting backdrop, and gave him a challenging look.
Without a word, he held his index finger to his lips as he turned. Feeling my excitement rising as I heard him go to the door, change the sign to ‘closed’ pull the roller blind down and reduce the lighting to a lower level.
He returned, carrying one of the counter sheets used to cover the till area to protect it from dust, dropping it to the floor at our feet. I rose slowly to meet him, my skirt falling back into place, making a sibilant swishing sound as the heavy material of the skirt reacted with the silk of my slip. Still not speaking, he walked up to me, and holding my shoulders he gently turned me, until my back was to the door of the chiller. I didn’t resist, and I could feel the coldness of the glass through my clothes against my bottom and shoulders.
Taking the milk from me, and placing it on the shelf behind him, together with a box of tissues that he brought with him, he took my face in his hands and leaned forward, his nose gently touching the side of my nostrils, his lips so close that I felt the warmth of them against me as I pouted. He pulled back slowly at the last moment, leaving me wanting to be kissed, but my powerful feelings of want went unrequited. I leaned forward to kiss him, but he restrained me with a gentle push against my chest.
Smiling that warm half smile again, as he ran his fingers through my hair, removing my satin bow, placing that onto the shelf with the milk and tissues, holding his lips close to mine, fractions of an inch between us. He had a spicy smell to his skin, which was wonderful, and I felt myself getting more aroused and wet. He pushed his hips against my belly, pressing me back against the chiller cabinet door, the handle digging into my side.
Then he kissed me, his lips lightly brushed mine, then pressed closer as he softly sealed against my partly open mouth. His tongue slipped inside, his hunting and finding mine, our tips tangling and dancing together like two flickering flames in a hot fireplace, as he explored the interior of my cheeks.
At that moment, after being held in breathless excitement by the expectation, receiving that soft but powerful kiss, I was reminded of the words by Shelley, ‘as soul meets soul on lovers’ lips,’ never have I understood such truth in words as I did then. Our lips parted with a squishy smacking sound, as I felt my pulse race and my breathing get fast and shallow.
I rolled my head around, opening my mouth and taking as much of his tongue inside as I could. I felt small darts of electric shocks running up my body from my bottom to my heart, making me writhe under the pressure of his kisses.
Reaching down, he unzipped his flies and took my hand, putting inside his trousers and I took his penis in my palm, it was warm and thick, though not overly big, I could feel his pulse beating strongly and steadily as I held him in my fingers, as I squeezed and pulled his foreskin back. I reached in further, feeling his scrotal sac, and massaging the large testicles carried inside it, my fingertips stroking the crease underneath it where it joined his body, with the soft curly hair dense under my touch.
Moving my hand back up along his shaft, I dragged my nails up the underside of his penis, and stroked his tip with my fingers, feeling the warm slippery pre-cum oozing out of his urethra, heavy and thick as it pulsed over my palm, I breathed faster as he sighed with pleasure at my touch. Feeling myself tenting, I was aware of my cervix fluttering at the vault of my vagina, and my uterus squirming as it prepared to receive an intrusion of potent, virile sperm. I thanked heaven I was on the pill.
Reaching down, he took the hem of my skirt and slip, pulling it up to my waist at the front, placing my weight on my left foot, I hooked my right leg around his buttocks. He put his hand on the firm fatty tissue of my mound, massaging the soft but tense flesh, and slid his fingers down to stroke my labia through the silk of my gusset. I was soaked and sensitive to his touch, and I moaned as he took my whole vulva and squeezed it gently, flicking his middle finger through the fibre against the tip of my clitoris.
He slipped his thumb under the leg of my panties. His eyes burned into mine as he hooked his fingers over the back waistband, dragging them down. I straightened my leg as he drew them down to my ankles, the delicate silk sliding sensuously over the skin of my bottom and thighs, as I stepped one foot out of them and hooked my right leg back over his behind esat escort again, pressing my soft wetness against the front of his slacks, my 3″ heel digging into the back of his thigh.
Pushing my jersey top up, his hands working their way from my waist up to my breasts, flipping the soft bra upwards, he covered them, I perceived his surprise at how slight they were, but he recovered as he held my hard protuberant nipples, as they stiffened against his fingers. I felt a flush of shame, but curiously, I noticed his penis harden in my hand, throbbing strongly as he felt how insignificant I was, my breasts little more than mild swellings as he rubbed my nipples with his thumbs.
Unbuttoning his waistband, he dropped his trousers and pants to his ankles, his penis springing up as it was freed from the restrictive folds of cloth, I felt it push over the bare skin at the lace tops of my stockings, and in between my thighs, his rim brushing against my fourchette and pressing into my perineum. I dribbled vaginal lubricant, blending with his pre-cum, as it dripped slowly down in long viscous strings to form droplets on the polished wood panelling of the floor.
Kissing me with fast strong pecks, he looked deep into my eyes as he put his left hand under my thigh, supporting its weight, as his fingers crept under the cheek of my bottom, pulling me apart, holding me against the door of the chiller with his body weight. He took the shaft of his penis in his palm and, moving it in small circles, inserted his tip into my labia. I felt myself open and stretch, the soft, engorged lips peeling back like a flower’s petals.
Once he had the head in, he pressed firmly against my vaginal muscle’s resistance. I was wet and slippery, but still tense, he pulled back slightly then drove in again, confidently and with increasing strength. All the while, his smouldering eyes bored into mine, giving me the sense of his power, as with a rush, I popped open, and his cock slid up the entire internal length of my warm wet vagina, bumping into the end of my cervix as it convulsed in anticipation.
I enjoy the contact of a penis against my cervix, the stimulation is incredibly intense to me, and helps me towards a full-body orgasm, filling my whole abdomen with pulsing sensation, but plenty of girls don’t really like it, finding it uncomfortable or even painful.
I felt a massive sense of euphoria as his penis pushed smoothly inside, a sharp stab of pain but with an initial rush through my body. Incredibly intense as the sense of the forbidden amplified my senses. My blood pumping and my heart racing as it sent shivers through my entire body. I breathed out with a long sigh, almost of relief but mainly with pleasure at the sensation.
It tingled and was very warm as it passed through my labia, his base pressing against the outer parts of my vulva, and inside I’m fortunate in that I feel all the way inside my vaginal canal, so it felt like a stiff rod pushing deep into my stomach. It was lovely. It felt absolutely delightful as he pushed in as deeply as he could, holding himself there as my vaginal walls closed over his shaft, gripping him snugly.
I felt the pressure and then the warmth as the penis started to go in and out, with long slow but powerful full-length strokes giving me the feeling of fullness, and a little pain, mixed with pleasure as his thickness stretched me. It was like discovering the correct key for a door and unlocking the doorway to sweet ecstasy.
He leaned his face to my neck, kissing up and down from my ear to my shoulder, the cold glass steaming up with condensation from our breath and body heat. The cabinet door rattled in time with his thrusts, and the bottles inside jingled almost like sleigh bells as he increased his rate.
He put both of his hands down, one arm around my waist, the other under my bum, lifting me up against the glass door, supporting me as I folded my other leg around his thighs. My arms wrapped around his neck. My shoes fell off, making a clatter as they hit the floor. His thrusts were full length, his penis coming right back until his rim caught behind my vaginal muscle, rubbing my g-spot, then plunging in again until he collided with the tip of my cervix.
My whole body was moving against the cabinet, the rear of my head banging gently against the glass of the door, I was panting and blowing noisily, pushing my hips into his, making little squeals of enjoyment as he pumped himself into me, piercing me deeply. He grunted and growled, breathing heavily as his exertions increased. It felt as if I was floating in hot swirling water, my entire being centred on my vulva and lower belly, as he relentlessly pounded me hard against the icy surface behind me.
My skirt and slip rode up almost to my waist, and my naked bottom pressed against the cold glass of the cabinet, my skin making low squeaking noises as it rubbed up and down in time with his thrusts. I leaned my head over his shoulder as he ran his lips up the side of my neck; I found myself briefly mesmerised by the sight of my panties flapping up and down around my left ankle, where they had remained after I stepped my right foot out of them. The light blue silk and dark lace, fluttering with his motion, the lurex threads in the front panel, twinkling in the light from the cabinets, incredibly sensuous in the image they presented.
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