Old friends

After a fuck-less week last week I was hoping for some fun this weekend. With all the football on, the bars have been pretty full and it's hard to find any good looking targets in them or any that can take their eyes off the screens!

Thankfully I was saved from all of that, I've got a few of what I like to call 'long term special friends'. They have known me a while now, come into my life now and again and we always fuck each other senseless when we're together. I have both male and female ones and sometimes I've managed to get 2 or 3 together at the same time, which is fun!

One of them, Jennifer (it's her real name BTW), rang me on Saturday afternoon and wanted to hook up for some summer evening drinks. I was delighted. She works in the City of London and is tall, blonde and attractive. Like me, she looks very businesslike and sophisticated but is a bi-slut underneath. She's slept her way into a very well paid position and works hard to keep herself there if you know what I mean.

I bathed for a real deep clean (knowing she was going to lick me everywhere later!) and hunted out a small summer dress. I wanted it to be as see through as possible so everyone staring at my ass would know I had nothing on underneath it. Nice and short too, she's got wandering hands and who am I to make her work harder to find my sweet spots?

We met in a very busy bar and snogged passionately much to the amazement of a few. She had a tight t-shirt on showing her midriff and a shirt skirt. The wonderfully erect nipples betraying the lack of a bra. We found a settee, and drank a bottle of wine (or 2), reminiscing about times past and some recent conquests. She was loving my Tony and Bella news.

We were getting closer as the noise got louder in the bar, our hands began to wander as we occasionally kissed. The guys stood around us looked on in delight, some with visible erections as we fondled tits and stroked legs. I'm pretty sure somewhere there was a guy watching us on CCTV and having a wank rather than have us evicted!

Eventually the 'Your place or mine' question was raised. I said I didn't care and I didn't think we'd make it home before passion took over once again. We didn't!

Here's a tip for you London girls; if you want to shut the taxi driver up then offer him double his estimate to keep quiet and drive quickly, as long as he doesn't mind what goes on on the back seat.

He obliged and we told him he could watch in his mirror if he didn't crash.

We snogged, fondled, fingered and eventually ended up 69ing on the back seat. We both came twice before we got to Jennifer's house. I'm sure he went twice as far but then again I think I would!

Bugger! I think I'll have to conclude this tail another night, the desire to fuck myself has taken over and I can't concentrate. I'm naked in my hotel room again. I've just slid a dildo inside me as I type these last few words. Hope the thought of me lying back, sliding my finger up and down my clit as the dildo pounds my wet pussy makes you wet or hard and you can masterbate with me..

Love to here a comment from you if you do!

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Sara

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