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I was sitting the other day, remembering us, in the early days. I had known you a year already, through some mutual friends. We both had partners and we were unhappy with our lots in life. You were a good friend , we laughed , listened to each other when we were sad or worried. I had only saw you as a friend till someone pointed out the way you watched me. From then on I was curious, I was young and wanted out of the rut I was stuck in. I was drinking, not heavily but more than I should and invited you and our friends over on a daily basis to help me party the days away. Music would be pumped out loudly and we would talk, play fight and dance. I loved every minute of it, I was the only girl, and I found that it was easier to be in male company. They were all single and carefree apart from you, but I always was careful not to go to far as my then partner wasn’t too far away. I watched the way you danced. Very well for a young bloke and you could even booty shake better than bursa escort any girl, you had a trademark quirky grin that you would give me when you caught me staring at you. Purposely jiggling yourself my direction when no one was looking. I always felt my face turning pink and heated when you did that, almost needed a fan to cool off! I’d give you a playful dig in the ribs like I did to the others but after a few rounds I knew where to dig you so you would chase me to another room, a case of the giggles would quickly reduce me to a heap on the floor, while trying to tickle each other. We clung to each other longer each time, to see how long we could get away with. Forever testing boundaries. One day I was particularly sad, I had scrapped my first car. My Dad had given me the car to learn in and I had passed but a year later someone had bumped the back and then a week later I crashed it too. I loved my car it had been a major achievement for me I was…. bursa escort bayan independent. I had cried off and on all day and had collared my friend for the day. I bought more alcohol and after returning from the scrap yard, started to drown my sorrows again. You sat with me and tried cheering me up but the drink just made me worse so you suggested we go throw the keys to the bottom of the river. The river was a half hours walk away from the house and it was early autumn. The look in your eyes said it all and no more persuasion was needed. My partner wasn’t bothered and our friends thought nothing of it considering the day I ‘d had. We left swiftly with the car keys. We walked the few streets down to the black path and along to the quayside , the further away from the houses we got, the closer we walked till his arm slid round my shoulders. I leaned my head to his chest and sighed as I thought about my latest troubles, feeling sorry for myself escort bursa . The path took us down an old disused pit waggon way lined with overgrown bushes and trees on both sides. We walked down onto the riverbank and sat down, huddled together. you kept your arm around me as you handed me the keys. Your hand had slid to round my ribcage and your fingers brushed the side of my boob, your nearness bringing back the familiar tingles you seemed to give me. My chest was tight, I felt lost. I wanted you, my body ached for you. I had tasted you a few days previously and I was desperate for more. We had spent so much time together but we hadn’t been alone. I dangled the keys staring past them to the shipyards on the opposite bank and hurled them pathetically towards the water, waiting for the ‘ ploop ‘. A tear trickled down my cheek. You kissed it away and pushed me back on the grass. Your face ,inches from mine, lust in your eyes. I knew I wanted you and had to have you. My gaze drifted from your eyes to your lips and back. You hooked your leg over mine and I felt your stiff cock rub against my thigh. You said nothing as you leaned those few inches and brushed your lips against mine, flicked your tongue subtly to coax me to kiss you back.

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