September 20, 2020 • 21 mins
The fourth good bit. This erotic excerpt of 'About Henry' by JL Peridot sees one woman embark on an adventure with a married man... But don't worry, it's all above board. It's also all outdoors. From thegoodbits.com.
“He wasn’t exactly aloof, but he didn’t come with that air of needing this to happen at whatever cost. Was this even about sex for him, or just being open to a good time? I grabbed his face and stood on my toes for a kiss.
It wasn’t magic. But it was hot. Soft and inviting, a symphony of texture: my palms on his stubble; his lips on my lips; the wet roughness of his tongue on mine. It drew me in and I fell into him. He took my weight with his body, one hand on the back of my neck, the other travelling down my back and pulling me towards him."
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Speaker 1 (00:04):
This is the Good Bits.
Speaker 2 (00:15):
This excerpt from J. L. Perudo's about Henry is brought
to you by the Goodbits dot Com. I swallowed a
word and spoke a whiskey. The single mold burned in
an odd place. Covering up a choke, I handed back
the glass. You have an open marriage, he seemed relieved.
Speaker 3 (00:37):
Good, you've heard of those. That saves me a lot
of explaining.
Speaker 1 (00:40):
I mean, i've heard of them. I've just never met
anyone in one.
Speaker 3 (00:45):
What's it like? It's what you make it. I'm not
sure what to tell you. It is what it is.
Speaker 1 (00:51):
But don't you get jealous? Doesn't? She?
Speaker 3 (00:54):
At first? Sure? But I know she'll always come back,
and she knows I'll be here when she does. We've
been together a long time, Julie. Things change when you
know someone long enough.
Speaker 1 (01:06):
You mean you fell out of love.
Speaker 3 (01:08):
No, quite the opposite. Our love is deeper than it's
ever been.
Speaker 1 (01:13):
I didn't get it, not completely. The suspicious sight of
me wondered if he was just a very smooth sleeze bag.
But the idea didn't set right. Garden variety sleezebags tend
to be all or nothing. They're either fall on into you,
or they talk about their tastes and other conquests, hinting
at a standard you're supposed to live up to. I
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didn't see that in Henry Aston, not in his tone
nor his demeanor. He made enough rich businessmen who act
like their God's gift, and you can spot them a
mile off. No, this guy was giving me a glimpse
into his life, the way he lived it. That was that,
and I have to admit, despite my reservations, the idea
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lit me up. Here was a charming, attractive guy who
came pre vetted by a woman who was obviously a cat,
and he was available with no strings attached, no risk
of either of us expecting more, because we'd both know
the deal. I say that like it was even on
the table. Maybe it was. As we left the bar,
(02:24):
he put his hand on my back. It lingered after
we crossed the threshold, an invitation. I didn't pull away
or shrug it off, but fell in step and matched
his pace. Would he take that as es? Would I
have minded if he did. He wasn't ready to head back,
so we summoned an uber bound for Kings Park. He
(02:46):
got out behind Frasier's and walked the lookout platform. The
view of the city is breath taking after dark lights
across the nightscape, with cars like cells flowing through freeway artery.
He got out his phone to take some photos. I
got mine out too, tourists in our own city.
Speaker 3 (03:06):
Indeed, Julie, what would you do if I put my
arms around you?
Speaker 1 (03:11):
How random and sudden? I stared into my phone with
unnatural intensity, buying time, thinking of what to say. A
shrugged played it cool. I guess it depends on what
you'd do next.
Speaker 3 (03:27):
That wouldn't be up to me.
Speaker 1 (03:29):
His jacket hung open. For the first time, I noticed
the tiny monogram embroidered on the corner of his collar,
his initials in fancy script. His cologne was subtle, like
the crinkle in the cheek when he smiled.
Speaker 3 (03:45):
I don't get to decide what you'd be okay with.
Speaker 1 (03:48):
I guess i'd be okay with an arm. He raised
his free hand to my cheek and brushed away my hair,
my face tingled, turning pink pans and liking the perfect
pressure of his thick and strong fingers. I imagined him
with all his fingers in my hair, pulling me to him,
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holding me in place. I thought he might kiss me,
but his forearm remained resting on my shoulder. He felmed
my cheeks. They flushed, Hell, my whole body flush. Then
there was that little smile teasing the corner of his lips,
teasing me.
Speaker 3 (04:33):
All right, what else would you be? Okay?
Speaker 1 (04:37):
With? So many things? But the lights were bright out here,
and anyone could stumble upon us. And what the hell
did I know about this guy anyway? That he was married?
Was I okay with that? Are you sure your wife's
all right with this? With this?
Speaker 3 (04:57):
Of course?
Speaker 1 (04:58):
No, I mean with you and.
Speaker 3 (05:00):
Me, You and me? There is no you and me,
not yet, not if you don't want it.
Speaker 1 (05:07):
It's not that No, he raised an eyebrow. Maybe I'd
said that a little too quickly. I just look, this
is a first for me. I'm not used to the
idea that shagging someone else's husband is okay. God, even
his half laughs were sexy. I was fumbling, and I
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knew it. I hadn't had a fuck in ages, and
I wanted him so bad, this guy, with his smooth
voice and hot American accent. I couldn't shake the feeling
that this was wrong. But all it did was make
me want more. It was a cocktail desire, rebellion, freedom,
(05:52):
and I was getting drunk off at first. I mean,
how unfair is it that you can't have someone you're
acted to just because someone else happened to get there first.
And yet I could have Henry if I wanted him.
A car skidded on the road below. We looked over,
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saw it raced off from the bottom of the hill.
As he moved his arm away, I caught it, wrapped
him around me, my back pressed into the railing. My
heart was racing too. Do you have anything on you?
Condom protection? Such simple words, but I couldn't bring myself
to say them. They were too confronting, too real. Was
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this really happening?
Speaker 3 (06:40):
No, but I'm clean, me too.
Speaker 1 (06:42):
I was tested last month, the.
Speaker 3 (06:44):
Week before flying out. What about nothing to worry about?
Speaker 1 (06:47):
Movement in his eyes? Even in this light, I saw it, Melan.
Speaker 3 (06:52):
I took precautions. Neither of us want a family. It
would complicate things.
Speaker 1 (06:57):
Well, it was sure making matters now, the hurdles were clear.
We were good to go, and he wasn't exactly aloof
But he didn't come with that air of needing this
to happen at whatever cost. Was this even about sex
for him or just being open to a good time.
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I grabbed his face and stood on my toes for
a kiss. It wasn't magic, but it was hot, soft,
and inviting a symphony of texture, my palms on his stubble,
his lips on my lips, the wet roughness of his
tongue on mine. It drew me in and I fell
(07:42):
into him. He took my weight with his body, one
hand on the back of my neck, the other traveling
down my back and pulling me towards him. He hardened
beneath me. I pressed against him, and he pressed me
against the railing. Another carquarine passed down below, but we
(08:03):
remained entangled. When he touched me again, I wondered what
the skin felt like elsewhere on his body. I saw
myself unbuttoning his shirt and pressing my forehead to his chest.
I'd lick out lines like a pencil drawing, and by
the soft flesh where his shoulder meets his pecks. Would
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his wife have done this too? The thought was making
me prickle all over. A breeze picked up off the
river at blew right between my legs. Let me know
for sure I was wet for him. Yes, I wanted this,
but when his touch moved up my skirt and tickled
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the edges of my underwear, I pulled away. Not here,
I grabbed his arm and led us away. Follow me.
Security does rounds at night. I pictured a car stopping
meters from us. Maybe we'd get busted, or maybe not.
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Maybe the guard would get out quickly, sneak up behind
a tree and film us on his phone while his
dick strained in his pants. No thanks, I mean, at
least not to night. There's a gift shop just underneath.
The light was broken outside. I let him down the
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hill and round the corner. If the balcony was sent
to stage, This concrete footpath was crawl space directly below
where we just were, and concealed by the balcony above
and darkness either side. No railing here either, just a
steep slope down and an unadulterated view of the city.
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With my back against the wall, I curled around him.
His hands found me again as I unbuttoned his shirt
and kissed his neck his chair. When he pushed aside
my panties and explored the wet terrain, I ran my
tongue along the ridge of his collarbone. Could I bite this?
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What's the etiquette for leaving Marx on someone else's partner?
I still don't know. Before I could sink my teeth in,
his fingers slipped inside me, I startled a moan with
his shoulder with FROs feet scuffed overhead, mixed with the
chattering of voices loud and young in antony, probably UNI
(10:33):
students buzzed from a night on the piss. I couldn't
make out the detail on Henry's face, but I could
tell this didn't face him. He slowed down, drawing circles
on my sensitive flesh, venturing insigh, then out again to
press into my clet. I'm not sure what excited me
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more his touch on my cunt, the fear of getting caught,
or the thrill of doing this crazy thing I never
would have imagined myself doing. I mean, what the fuck? Really?
He kissed me, mouth muffling sounds that would have given
us away, But the kids above were noisy enough. With
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their riffing and cackling and fake shutter clicks from phone cameras,
they concealed the clink of me unbuckling his belt. Henry's
low voice checking once more if I was okay, and
my involuntary gasp when his dick plunged into me the
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first entry. I love it. It's a climax unto itself. He
was careful at first, finding a comfortable place to settle,
holding my legs as I straddled him, slow and steady,
moved quietly enough. Then the gaggle upstairs departed. He rested
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his head online.
Speaker 3 (12:01):
I thought they'd never leave. Are you okay?
Speaker 1 (12:04):
Yeah? I breathed him in his hair, his skin, faint
traces of meat and olive, and petered whiskey. I'm good.
He hauled me higher, hooked his elbows under my knees.
His movements were firmer, sharper, more intense, until he was
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fucking me properly. Until the lights from the city were
wall paper to my eyes. I could see the caprioloof
from Here, towering over the surrounding buildings. I'd always thought
it looked like a giant illuminated vellice, obviously designed by
a man, but I didn't mind it so much now,
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with Henry Aston driving into me, I found him pretty
illuminating too. Someone once told me the inside of a
cunt feels like a tongue and wet and rough. I imagined
a hundred tongues inside me, licking and tasting the cock
(13:11):
that drew itself out and pushed back in. He slowed
to a grind. The change of pace set me off.
As I came. I clutched his neck and grabbed a
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fistful of his hair, moving with him against him. It
was one of those orgasms that emerges from the deep,
not explosive, but overwhelmingly powerful. It quaked. I quaked for
a long time, long enough for another set of sirens
(13:55):
to approach and fade, distorting as they drove away. My
mouth was dry from panting. Surely his arms were getting tired,
but they held a little longer, and with a last kiss,
he let me down gently. I huzzled my clothes back
in place. My panties were soaked and cold. On any
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other night, I would have hated it, but on this
night they were a memento. The clink of his belt
buckle caught my attention. Was he packing up already? So
guys like this did exist? The journey not destination kind?
But no, this wouldn't do. We weren't done yet. I
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wasn't done yet. I shoved his hands away, dropped to
my knees, and took over, tugging his pants down and
nudging him towards the wall. Hey, I'm no tour guide,
but this is one of the best lookout spots in path.
Maybe he should take more time to admire the view,
if you're okay with that. I looked up at him,
(15:06):
my hand wrapped around the shaft of his still hard cock,
holding it close to my chin. Could he see my face?
What light we did have illuminated his just He looked
down at me a look of amusement. His thumb stroked
my cheek.
Speaker 3 (15:27):
Yeah, I'm okay.
Speaker 1 (15:29):
I flicked out my tongue, found him and wrapped up
the tip of his cock with my mouth, not dry
anymore but salivating for him. He was thick and smooth
and doubt enough to make me wonder how I'd get
it all in.
Speaker 3 (15:49):
Just kidding.
Speaker 1 (15:50):
Of course I would, and he'd help me, But I
wanted him to want it first, so I took it slow,
teasing with my tongue, with the soft flesh inside my cheek,
with the roof of my mouth. I've always wondered if
guys can tell the difference, or if It's just one warm,
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muffled movement. Is that what makes it so exciting? That
this is an experience they don't see, don't control. I
worked the tip, kept it light. It was the teas,
my teas, raking my fingernails down his hard abdomen, its
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contours pronounced his body tense from pleasure and an dissipation.
You know, until that night, I'd never felt in control
of my own sexual experience. Sure I've had good sex,
but you know, not really on my own terms. And
(16:54):
sure I got towy and talked big awful lot. But
when Bush came to shove, I guess I still felt
I needed to play clean. Maybe it was the way
he fucked me that made me realize it. It was
so raw, so much what I wanted, and I didn't
have to ask for it. I like it a bit rougher,
you know, But how do you ask a guy to
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ratchet up without coming across like a slut? But that's
just it. Maybe I am a little slutty, And with
Henry having put my mind at ease in all thoughts
of little ways, I felt safe about exploring this side
of me. I reached for his hands, guiding them to
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where I wanted them. Some things you can't ask for
with words. I pressed his palms to my temples, absolutely
an invitation. His fingers flexed. He was thinking about it.
I pressed again, this time on his fingertips to let
him know what I intended. Then I grabbed his hips
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and pulled them towards me. My lips raced down the
shaft to the base of his cock fog. It felt
good having him stuffed down my throat, so pervertedly good,
take that plain clean. I tasted him. I tasted me
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over and over, in and out, until finally he caught
my drift. His grip tightened. At first he kept the rhythm,
my head forced into constant motion, but then he moved
his own body, fucking my face like we were in
a pawn film. I wondered if missus Ashton looked down
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on him like this, let him fuck her mouth like this,
and if she did, did she enjoy it as much
as I was enjoying it. Strange thoughts again, like those
weird dreams you have when the person in front of
you is actually several different people inhabiting a body, inhabiting
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my body with Henry Aston's dick in my mouth, I'm
a bitch, I'm a lover, And soon I was reaching
under my own clothes to touch myself. Slow lines at first,
then circles with the flat of my fingernails, applying pressure,
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And then it didn't matter. Something in his body changed,
a different tension, a new posture. He was probably polite,
meaning he'd pulled out first point away from me. I
curled an arm around his hawk of a thigh and
wrapped my other arm around his waist. I didn't want polite.
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I mean we were here, weren't we, in the shadows
under a public balcony, him with his pants down, me
on my knees. I wanted to catch it. Fuck breathing,
fuck choking. This would only last a moment, and for
that moment, I wanted it all. His final thrusts were
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a scuffle, his heart come jetted into me, hit the
back of my throat, filled my mouth, spilled out the
corners and cool as it ran down my chin. What
I kept in. I swallowed a little something to remember
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the evening, then let him go, sitting back to watch
him catch his breath. He leaned against the wall, fumbling,
now clumsily working the zipper button and buckle. It tugged
at my heart to see him like this. Secretly, I've
always loved the look of someone helpless in the afterglow.
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I straightened my skirt and wiped my face with the
inside of my jacket. I'll admit I felt quite proud
I made someone feel that way, vulnerable, overwhelmed. It lit
me up. Finally, he looked at me with an extended hand.
Speaker 3 (21:23):
And there I was already to head back. I guess
the night's full of surprises.
Speaker 1 (21:31):
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Speaker 2 (00:15):
This excerpt from J. L. Perudo's about Henry is brought
to you by the Goodbits dot Com. I swallowed a
word and spoke a whiskey. The single mold burned in
an odd place. Covering up a choke, I handed back
the glass. You have an open marriage, he seemed relieved.
Speaker 3 (00:37):
Good, you've heard of those. That saves me a lot
of explaining.
Speaker 1 (00:40):
I mean, i've heard of them. I've just never met
anyone in one.
Speaker 3 (00:45):
What's it like? It's what you make it. I'm not
sure what to tell you. It is what it is.
Speaker 1 (00:51):
But don't you get jealous? Doesn't? She?
Speaker 3 (00:54):
At first? Sure? But I know she'll always come back,
and she knows I'll be here when she does. We've
been together a long time, Julie. Things change when you
know someone long enough.
Speaker 1 (01:06):
You mean you fell out of love.
Speaker 3 (01:08):
No, quite the opposite. Our love is deeper than it's
ever been.
Speaker 1 (01:13):
I didn't get it, not completely. The suspicious sight of
me wondered if he was just a very smooth sleeze bag.
But the idea didn't set right. Garden variety sleezebags tend
to be all or nothing. They're either fall on into you,
or they talk about their tastes and other conquests, hinting
at a standard you're supposed to live up to. I
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didn't see that in Henry Aston, not in his tone
nor his demeanor. He made enough rich businessmen who act
like their God's gift, and you can spot them a
mile off. No, this guy was giving me a glimpse
into his life, the way he lived it. That was that,
and I have to admit, despite my reservations, the idea
(02:00):
lit me up. Here was a charming, attractive guy who
came pre vetted by a woman who was obviously a cat,
and he was available with no strings attached, no risk
of either of us expecting more, because we'd both know
the deal. I say that like it was even on
the table. Maybe it was. As we left the bar,
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he put his hand on my back. It lingered after
we crossed the threshold, an invitation. I didn't pull away
or shrug it off, but fell in step and matched
his pace. Would he take that as es? Would I
have minded if he did. He wasn't ready to head back,
so we summoned an uber bound for Kings Park. He
(02:46):
got out behind Frasier's and walked the lookout platform. The
view of the city is breath taking after dark lights
across the nightscape, with cars like cells flowing through freeway artery.
He got out his phone to take some photos. I
got mine out too, tourists in our own city.
Speaker 3 (03:06):
Indeed, Julie, what would you do if I put my
arms around you?
Speaker 1 (03:11):
How random and sudden? I stared into my phone with
unnatural intensity, buying time, thinking of what to say. A
shrugged played it cool. I guess it depends on what
you'd do next.
Speaker 3 (03:27):
That wouldn't be up to me.
Speaker 1 (03:29):
His jacket hung open. For the first time, I noticed
the tiny monogram embroidered on the corner of his collar,
his initials in fancy script. His cologne was subtle, like
the crinkle in the cheek when he smiled.
Speaker 3 (03:45):
I don't get to decide what you'd be okay with.
Speaker 1 (03:48):
I guess i'd be okay with an arm. He raised
his free hand to my cheek and brushed away my hair,
my face tingled, turning pink pans and liking the perfect
pressure of his thick and strong fingers. I imagined him
with all his fingers in my hair, pulling me to him,
(04:12):
holding me in place. I thought he might kiss me,
but his forearm remained resting on my shoulder. He felmed
my cheeks. They flushed, Hell, my whole body flush. Then
there was that little smile teasing the corner of his lips,
teasing me.
Speaker 3 (04:33):
All right, what else would you be? Okay?
Speaker 1 (04:37):
With? So many things? But the lights were bright out here,
and anyone could stumble upon us. And what the hell
did I know about this guy anyway? That he was married?
Was I okay with that? Are you sure your wife's
all right with this? With this?
Speaker 3 (04:57):
Of course?
Speaker 1 (04:58):
No, I mean with you and.
Speaker 3 (05:00):
Me, You and me? There is no you and me,
not yet, not if you don't want it.
Speaker 1 (05:07):
It's not that No, he raised an eyebrow. Maybe I'd
said that a little too quickly. I just look, this
is a first for me. I'm not used to the
idea that shagging someone else's husband is okay. God, even
his half laughs were sexy. I was fumbling, and I
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knew it. I hadn't had a fuck in ages, and
I wanted him so bad, this guy, with his smooth
voice and hot American accent. I couldn't shake the feeling
that this was wrong. But all it did was make
me want more. It was a cocktail desire, rebellion, freedom,
(05:52):
and I was getting drunk off at first. I mean,
how unfair is it that you can't have someone you're
acted to just because someone else happened to get there first.
And yet I could have Henry if I wanted him.
A car skidded on the road below. We looked over,
(06:13):
saw it raced off from the bottom of the hill.
As he moved his arm away, I caught it, wrapped
him around me, my back pressed into the railing. My
heart was racing too. Do you have anything on you?
Condom protection? Such simple words, but I couldn't bring myself
to say them. They were too confronting, too real. Was
(06:37):
this really happening?
Speaker 3 (06:40):
No, but I'm clean, me too.
Speaker 1 (06:42):
I was tested last month, the.
Speaker 3 (06:44):
Week before flying out. What about nothing to worry about?
Speaker 1 (06:47):
Movement in his eyes? Even in this light, I saw it, Melan.
Speaker 3 (06:52):
I took precautions. Neither of us want a family. It
would complicate things.
Speaker 1 (06:57):
Well, it was sure making matters now, the hurdles were clear.
We were good to go, and he wasn't exactly aloof
But he didn't come with that air of needing this
to happen at whatever cost. Was this even about sex
for him or just being open to a good time.
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I grabbed his face and stood on my toes for
a kiss. It wasn't magic, but it was hot, soft,
and inviting a symphony of texture, my palms on his stubble,
his lips on my lips, the wet roughness of his
tongue on mine. It drew me in and I fell
(07:42):
into him. He took my weight with his body, one
hand on the back of my neck, the other traveling
down my back and pulling me towards him. He hardened
beneath me. I pressed against him, and he pressed me
against the railing. Another carquarine passed down below, but we
(08:03):
remained entangled. When he touched me again, I wondered what
the skin felt like elsewhere on his body. I saw
myself unbuttoning his shirt and pressing my forehead to his chest.
I'd lick out lines like a pencil drawing, and by
the soft flesh where his shoulder meets his pecks. Would
(08:26):
his wife have done this too? The thought was making
me prickle all over. A breeze picked up off the
river at blew right between my legs. Let me know
for sure I was wet for him. Yes, I wanted this,
but when his touch moved up my skirt and tickled
(08:46):
the edges of my underwear, I pulled away. Not here,
I grabbed his arm and led us away. Follow me.
Security does rounds at night. I pictured a car stopping
meters from us. Maybe we'd get busted, or maybe not.
(09:07):
Maybe the guard would get out quickly, sneak up behind
a tree and film us on his phone while his
dick strained in his pants. No thanks, I mean, at
least not to night. There's a gift shop just underneath.
The light was broken outside. I let him down the
(09:28):
hill and round the corner. If the balcony was sent
to stage, This concrete footpath was crawl space directly below
where we just were, and concealed by the balcony above
and darkness either side. No railing here either, just a
steep slope down and an unadulterated view of the city.
(09:49):
With my back against the wall, I curled around him.
His hands found me again as I unbuttoned his shirt
and kissed his neck his chair. When he pushed aside
my panties and explored the wet terrain, I ran my
tongue along the ridge of his collarbone. Could I bite this?
(10:10):
What's the etiquette for leaving Marx on someone else's partner?
I still don't know. Before I could sink my teeth in,
his fingers slipped inside me, I startled a moan with
his shoulder with FROs feet scuffed overhead, mixed with the
chattering of voices loud and young in antony, probably UNI
(10:33):
students buzzed from a night on the piss. I couldn't
make out the detail on Henry's face, but I could
tell this didn't face him. He slowed down, drawing circles
on my sensitive flesh, venturing insigh, then out again to
press into my clet. I'm not sure what excited me
(10:54):
more his touch on my cunt, the fear of getting caught,
or the thrill of doing this crazy thing I never
would have imagined myself doing. I mean, what the fuck? Really?
He kissed me, mouth muffling sounds that would have given
us away, But the kids above were noisy enough. With
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their riffing and cackling and fake shutter clicks from phone cameras,
they concealed the clink of me unbuckling his belt. Henry's
low voice checking once more if I was okay, and
my involuntary gasp when his dick plunged into me the
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first entry. I love it. It's a climax unto itself. He
was careful at first, finding a comfortable place to settle,
holding my legs as I straddled him, slow and steady,
moved quietly enough. Then the gaggle upstairs departed. He rested
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his head online.
Speaker 3 (12:01):
I thought they'd never leave. Are you okay?
Speaker 1 (12:04):
Yeah? I breathed him in his hair, his skin, faint
traces of meat and olive, and petered whiskey. I'm good.
He hauled me higher, hooked his elbows under my knees.
His movements were firmer, sharper, more intense, until he was
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fucking me properly. Until the lights from the city were
wall paper to my eyes. I could see the caprioloof
from Here, towering over the surrounding buildings. I'd always thought
it looked like a giant illuminated vellice, obviously designed by
a man, but I didn't mind it so much now,
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with Henry Aston driving into me, I found him pretty
illuminating too. Someone once told me the inside of a
cunt feels like a tongue and wet and rough. I imagined
a hundred tongues inside me, licking and tasting the cock
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that drew itself out and pushed back in. He slowed
to a grind. The change of pace set me off.
As I came. I clutched his neck and grabbed a
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fistful of his hair, moving with him against him. It
was one of those orgasms that emerges from the deep,
not explosive, but overwhelmingly powerful. It quaked. I quaked for
a long time, long enough for another set of sirens
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to approach and fade, distorting as they drove away. My
mouth was dry from panting. Surely his arms were getting tired,
but they held a little longer, and with a last kiss,
he let me down gently. I huzzled my clothes back
in place. My panties were soaked and cold. On any
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other night, I would have hated it, but on this
night they were a memento. The clink of his belt
buckle caught my attention. Was he packing up already? So
guys like this did exist? The journey not destination kind?
But no, this wouldn't do. We weren't done yet. I
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wasn't done yet. I shoved his hands away, dropped to
my knees, and took over, tugging his pants down and
nudging him towards the wall. Hey, I'm no tour guide,
but this is one of the best lookout spots in path.
Maybe he should take more time to admire the view,
if you're okay with that. I looked up at him,
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my hand wrapped around the shaft of his still hard cock,
holding it close to my chin. Could he see my face?
What light we did have illuminated his just He looked
down at me a look of amusement. His thumb stroked
my cheek.
Speaker 3 (15:27):
Yeah, I'm okay.
Speaker 1 (15:29):
I flicked out my tongue, found him and wrapped up
the tip of his cock with my mouth, not dry
anymore but salivating for him. He was thick and smooth
and doubt enough to make me wonder how I'd get
it all in.
Speaker 3 (15:49):
Just kidding.
Speaker 1 (15:50):
Of course I would, and he'd help me, But I
wanted him to want it first, so I took it slow,
teasing with my tongue, with the soft flesh inside my cheek,
with the roof of my mouth. I've always wondered if
guys can tell the difference, or if It's just one warm,
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muffled movement. Is that what makes it so exciting? That
this is an experience they don't see, don't control. I
worked the tip, kept it light. It was the teas,
my teas, raking my fingernails down his hard abdomen, its
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contours pronounced his body tense from pleasure and an dissipation.
You know, until that night, I'd never felt in control
of my own sexual experience. Sure I've had good sex,
but you know, not really on my own terms. And
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sure I got towy and talked big awful lot. But
when Bush came to shove, I guess I still felt
I needed to play clean. Maybe it was the way
he fucked me that made me realize it. It was
so raw, so much what I wanted, and I didn't
have to ask for it. I like it a bit rougher,
you know, But how do you ask a guy to
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ratchet up without coming across like a slut? But that's
just it. Maybe I am a little slutty, And with
Henry having put my mind at ease in all thoughts
of little ways, I felt safe about exploring this side
of me. I reached for his hands, guiding them to
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where I wanted them. Some things you can't ask for
with words. I pressed his palms to my temples, absolutely
an invitation. His fingers flexed. He was thinking about it.
I pressed again, this time on his fingertips to let
him know what I intended. Then I grabbed his hips
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and pulled them towards me. My lips raced down the
shaft to the base of his cock fog. It felt
good having him stuffed down my throat, so pervertedly good,
take that plain clean. I tasted him. I tasted me
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over and over, in and out, until finally he caught
my drift. His grip tightened. At first he kept the rhythm,
my head forced into constant motion, but then he moved
his own body, fucking my face like we were in
a pawn film. I wondered if missus Ashton looked down
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on him like this, let him fuck her mouth like this,
and if she did, did she enjoy it as much
as I was enjoying it. Strange thoughts again, like those
weird dreams you have when the person in front of
you is actually several different people inhabiting a body, inhabiting
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my body with Henry Aston's dick in my mouth, I'm
a bitch, I'm a lover, And soon I was reaching
under my own clothes to touch myself. Slow lines at first,
then circles with the flat of my fingernails, applying pressure,
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And then it didn't matter. Something in his body changed,
a different tension, a new posture. He was probably polite,
meaning he'd pulled out first point away from me. I
curled an arm around his hawk of a thigh and
wrapped my other arm around his waist. I didn't want polite.
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I mean we were here, weren't we, in the shadows
under a public balcony, him with his pants down, me
on my knees. I wanted to catch it. Fuck breathing,
fuck choking. This would only last a moment, and for
that moment, I wanted it all. His final thrusts were
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a scuffle, his heart come jetted into me, hit the
back of my throat, filled my mouth, spilled out the
corners and cool as it ran down my chin. What
I kept in. I swallowed a little something to remember
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the evening, then let him go, sitting back to watch
him catch his breath. He leaned against the wall, fumbling,
now clumsily working the zipper button and buckle. It tugged
at my heart to see him like this. Secretly, I've
always loved the look of someone helpless in the afterglow.
(21:03):
I straightened my skirt and wiped my face with the
inside of my jacket. I'll admit I felt quite proud
I made someone feel that way, vulnerable, overwhelmed. It lit
me up. Finally, he looked at me with an extended hand.
Speaker 3 (21:23):
And there I was already to head back. I guess
the night's full of surprises.
Speaker 1 (21:31):
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