The First Real Kiss
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It’s been nearly six years since the “episode” between me and him. Aside from seeing him at weddings and the odd flirty message, it was like that night never happened. I put it down to drink on both sides and have tried to not think about him. It’s been hard, really hard.I need to set the scene here so bear with me, I have to get you up to speed.November 2019 it came to my attention that he would be turning on Christmas lights near us. I thought I would take the opportunity to take my niece to see the lights and messaged him to say to look out for us. He replied straight away saying to make sure I came and found him after.The day came round and I had totally underestimated how busy the town would be. There was no chance of getting anywhere near him. I messaged him and said that we had to leave. Long story kaçak iddaa short, he asked where I was and he ended up coming to my sister’s house where a group of us were. He looked gorgeous but there was no chance of us being alone, all of us chatted in a group before he left.“Thanks for coming” I messaged him.“The pleasure was all mine, I got to stare down your top at your amazing tits” he replied.Feeling bold, I messaged back, “Can you do more than stare next time?”“What would you like me to do?”“Things that we really shouldn’t”This started hours of back-and-forth text conversation. He fancied me; he wanted to rip my clothes off and fuck me senseless. He had felt this way since he first met me and tried to get me off his mind – failed. He doesn’t want anyone to get hurt, but he can’t control the way kaçak bahis he feels about me. He’s away a lot with work at the moment but will message when he’s back; hopefully, we can meet then?I read the messages over and over. He fancied me, he wanted me as much as I wanted him! I finger fucked my pussy daily, reading what he wanted to do to me. A lot of texting, photos, videos, and general frustration followed – we were always in opposite places – until Jan seventeenth, 2020.We had been messaging when he asked what I’m up to right now. I was actually sitting in the chair looking at his photos, about to make myself cum, but I don’t tell him that bit! Can I meet him? He’s in town, he needs my tits in his hands. Where can we go? I tell him he can come to mine, everyone is out and won’t be back for a few illegal bahis hours.”Too risky,” he says, “we can drive somewhere.”I rush upstairs to change, making sure my underwear has easy access and I drive the ten minutes into town to meet him. I park at the train station; I watch him walk towards the car; I’m so nervous. God, he’s so fucking fit! He climbs into the passenger seat, and we only just manage, “Hi,” before our tongues are down each other’s throats. His hand moves to my tits and he searches out my nipple, which is fully erect through the thin vest I had worn, on purpose. He takes my hand and puts it on his cock;“You drive me insane, feel,” he says.Sure enough, he is rock hard. I’m suddenly aware we are in the train station car park in our home town on a busy Friday night and anyone could see us.My hands are shaking as I think about where we can drive, where it’s quiet, and, most importantly, we won’t be disturbed. We find a lay-by near my house, by a park; it’s quiet. I stop the car and turn to him.
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