I wasn’t wearing any tights and I always wore a skirt and blouse to work – pushing the gusset of my knickers aside, I felt the moistness of my cunt. Fuck I was hot for this guy.
As soon as I read his message tears began to silently stream down my face. But not because I was sad but rather I could see so much held within that statement.
Often I would try and avoid receiving oral sex altogether. Letting them know that I preferred fingers or cock.
One afternoon we went outside for a picnic with a bottle of wine and took some photos as well as enjoying some kinky action.