A slightly different angle to this story which has been a joy to write, largely because the original version came in a matter of days back in January, and I was never quite sure what was going to happen next. The ending in particular took me completely by surprise.

 

As normal I like to let my stories lie fallow for a few months before looking at them again, so a rewrite at the end of March is about right I feel. I hope you feel the same.

 

The story comes with the normal reminder that it contains scenes of sex and violence and should not be read if you are under age, or pornography is not allowed in your country. In those cases I should tell you to please go elsewhere, but I know that you probably won’t. I hope you enjoy the story, and any comments would be gratefully received.

 

 

MFF rape oral – some violence, some humour and a twist

 

 

Champagne and Strawberries.

 

The whole thing began quite late on a warm Summers evening. In fact I was on my way to the pub at the bottom end of the village when I first heard her screams. As I occasionally do, I’d taken the long way round tonight, past the walled cemetery and turning right over the stream before walking back up the hill into the village. It takes me a good half an hour to get to the pub by going that way, but it’s a pleasant enough walk, and it guarantees my arrival there with a two-pint thirst at least. Sometimes more.

            Tonight though I reached the ‘Dog and Gun’ a little later than usual, delayed as I was by the sound of those stifled screams; the ones that came from the copse halfway up the hill. They sounded shrill, like the cries of a girl or a young woman in some distress, and sounded intriguing enough for me to make a slight detour, easing my way quietly through the hedgerow and in amongst the trees.

            Away from the road, the night was dark enough to create pockets of deep shadow in amongst the trees. They were pockets that I used to their best advantage from the moment I discovered the source of those screams. At first I thought my eyes must be playing tricks on me; surely I couldn’t be this lucky? But by the time I’d moved a few yards closer, I realised that there wasn’t a problem with my eyesight after all. Only ten yards in front of me, two figures were struggling in the fading light, and of the two, it was the girl; young, dark haired and pretty, who was clearly losing the battle.

The outcome already seemed pretty clear to me. Within a matter of minutes; I gave her five at the most; this young girl was going to be raped and here I was with a front row seat. All I needed to do was stay hidden in the shadows and I’d be able to watch it happen. I guess there can be few pleasures in life quite as intense as taking part in the rape of an attractive young girl. Watching it happen at point blank range would be a new experience for me, almost as good as doing the cunt myself, but not quite.

Almost certainly I could have stopped the attack there and then if I’d really wanted to; by rushing in and protecting her honour; but where was the fun in that? It made far more sense for me to stay where I was, and watch the little bitch take her shagging. Hell, if the guy needed any help to do the job properly, he only had to ask. Besides, they weren’t from round here; I’d never seen either of them before.

The guy was still fully dressed when I first spotted them, but he had things pretty much under control. The girl wasn’t so lucky, she was already down to her bra when I set eyes on them, and her short denim skirt followed almost immediately. It left her only in that lacy white bra, that looked a couple of sizes too small for her, and a pair of white hipster briefs. They made a sexy combination but, given the position she was in, they did little more than highlight her really interesting bits.

I don’t think it helped that she was seemed to be under the influence of something, drink or drugs maybe. Her coordination was all to pieces and instead of screaming for help, or kicking him in the nuts, she was running round in confused little circles muttering impossible requests like

“No, please, let me go, don’t hurt me.” If it hadn’t been so funny it would have been pathetic, because I was thinking exactly the opposite, ‘Don’t you dare let her go now. You don’t have to damage the little bitch, I just want to watch you give her a bloody good shagging.’

From where I was hiding, there was something highly erotic about the whole business. She clearly didn’t want to be a part of his game, but she’d been given little choice in the matter. Time after time she tried to run; he’d let her go for a few yards before grabbing her bra strap and dragging her back into his arms. His hands and mouth were all over her, and while he held her with one hand, he began to push down her briefs with the other. Her struggles grew even more frantic, and her breathing was coming in short, frightened gasps.

Again he let her run, but having her briefs down around her knees slowed her considerably, she was waddling like a duck as she reached down and tried to pull them back up. But she was too late, he grabbed them from behind and wrenched them down to her ankles before pulling them sharply backwards. With her balance gone, the girl shrieked as she crashed face down on the ground, leaving him with the simple task of removing her briefs altogether, and tossing them carelessly to one side.

I watched where they landed; I was already thinking ahead you see. As long as he didn’t damage the little bitch too badly, I felt there might be a chance for me to have some fun with her after he’d gone.

Now that she was on the ground, I half expected him take her right away; rolling her onto her back and parting her legs before plunging his prick into her. But he didn’t. For some reason he allowed her to scramble back to her feet and run again; only this time she was heading straight towards me. By the time he’d grabbed her bra and dragged her to a halt, she was only a few yards away. Apart from her breasts, I could see everything she had on offer.

Even naked, she had a stunning body for such a young girl, though personally I prefer them a few years older. That shadowy patch of hair between her thighs looked a particularly promising area for future exploration. But then so did her half covered breasts, ripe and full, and those long shapely legs of hers. Best of all though were her eyes; dark they were, and huge with fear.

She was clearly frightened, and understood only too well what was going to happen to her; I’d seen that realisation in her eyes and that was good. There’s nothing worse than raping a young girl who just lies there and takes it like a sack of potatoes. It’s so much better when they fight back, and make a lot of noise while they’re getting fucked.

Unzipping the fly on my jeans, I slipped my hand into my pants and began to give myself a light hand job. Nothing too strong for the moment, after all I didn’t want to cum too soon. The girl had tried all she knew to get away from him, and nothing had worked; it could only be seconds now before she felt his hardened cock sliding in between her legs; until she was raped for probably the first time in her life. Just the thought of it sent a delicious shiver running through my body. I could almost feel envious of her; of the intensity of emotion she would experience at that moment of penetration. It would be a moment that would live with her for the rest of her life and I was there to watch it, and in some way to share it with her.

He spun her round in his arms, and kissed her roughly on the mouth, long and hard. His hands reached behind her and undid her bra, the straps of which jumped back sharply, some indication of the pressure they’d been under. As he dragged it away from her body, I caught sight of her breasts for the first time. They were round and firm, like a pair of ripe mangos; their nipples slightly upturned and they bounced so temptingly whenever he pushed her around. The aureoles showed clearly, even in the fading light, so dark and tempting against the pale whiteness of her breasts.

He toyed with her in this way for several minutes, switching his hands repeatedly from her breasts down between her legs and back again. She groaned loudly, as his fingers forced their way into her pussy for the first time, and her body began to betray her. I could smell that betrayal across the clearing; the deliciously sweet scent of a frightened, yet aroused, young cunt. And though her struggle went on, she was weakening fast and I could tell that he would take her soon, very soon.

Finally his left hand clamped round her throat, and he forced her back, step by step, against a nearby tree. There he held her one-handed against the trunk as he reached down and began to unbuckle his belt. Until that moment he’d been as silent as the grave, but now he spoke to her for the first time in a harsh rasping voice.

“You’re nothing but a cock teasing little cunt,” he told her. “You’ve been leading me on too long, and now you’re going to get what you deserve. I’m going to fuck your stupid brains out, just to show you what you’ve been missing all this time. And when I’ve done, I’m going to walk away and leave you here, lying in the dirt with my cum leaking out of your cunt. We’re through you and I, this is just my way of saying goodbye.”

Her continual moaning was beginning to get on my nerves.

“No please, don’t do this to me, please, let me go.” Once more her cries were echoed by my own.

‘For God’s sake get on with it man, fuck the little bitch, she obviously wants it, then you can buggar off and let me have a go at her.’

His jeans dropped around his ankles, and though his pants followed them only halfway, it was enough for his purpose. With his target pinned against the tree, he bent his knees and began to force himself up between her legs. I was watching him closely as he took his hardened cock in his hand and began to search for her cunt.

She didn’t make it easy for him I’ll give her that, but then he was trying to do it all wrong. He should have put her on her back right away, with her legs spread wide; that way she’d have found it almost impossible to avoid him. As it was she was able to twist away from him every time she felt under threat. It was as frustrating for me as it must have been for him, though he solved the problem neatly enough.

Stepping back he hit her sharply in the stomach, and I watched as she crumpled to the ground with little more than a sigh. Pulling up his jeans, he grabbed her by the leg and hauled her out into the centre of the clearing; he couldn’t have positioned her better if I’d given him the instructions myself. Realising her vulnerability she tried to curl up into a ball, but he dropped to his knees, straddling her body and forcing her onto her back. At last we were getting somewhere.

For a moment he stayed on top of her, kissing her roughly as her head thrashed back and forth in an effort to avoid him. Finally, when she calmed, he moved back until he was kneeling between her legs. When he undid his jeans again, I swear his cock leapt out of his pants, and looked around for a moment; rather like Attila the Hun seeking out the nearest available virgin in need of a good ravishing.

It didn’t have far to look; her cunt was waiting for him invitingly only a foot away, eighteen inches at the most. I watched him slide a couple of fingers into her and swirl them around. She was twisting across the ground, but she knew there was no escape, and for the last time she repeated her pathetic pleas,

“No, please, no…”

This time, rather than reply in words, my hand job got a little bit more serious as I watched him extract his fingers and sniff them a couple of times before putting them in his mouth and sucking on them.

 “Mmmm,” he said, “that tastes so sweet. Shame about that Virginia, such a tasty cunt on a useless little fucker like you. What a waste. Ah well baby, here I come, ready or not.”

 Virginia! I couldn’t believe that was her name. Not for much longer I thought. He spat in his hand and lubricated his cock head before leaning towards her. Though she struggled beneath him the hand on her hips kept her still long enough for him to drive his cock straight into her. She must have been pretty wet already, because it went all the way in with that first thrust, and her pathetic pleading came to a sudden stop. The sound she made as his cock filled her pussy was brief, three or four seconds at the most, but I don’t think I’ve heard a more sensual sound in my whole life.

The “Aaaarrrgggh,” that she almost screamed as he first slid into her, changed almost immediately to a long, drawn-out “ooohhhh,” as he bottomed out in the tight velvet depths of her cunt. To me it sounded suspiciously like a moan of satisfaction. A moment of silence followed, during which both of them seemed to freeze. He was the first to break the tableau, pulling all the way out, and humping back into her time after time; each new thrust was accompanied by a pig-like grunt.

“Nnnn, Nnnn, Nnnn.” He went.

A moment later he raised himself up on his arms, and changed the angle of penetration until he was driving straight down into her body. I could see her hips moving backwards and forwards on her buttocks as he fucked into her. But best of all I was close enough to watch her cunt as it wrapped itself around his cock each time he pulled out of her; almost desperate in it’s desire to drag him back into her body.

She might be getting raped, but it was clear to me that as long as it was done right, this little bitch really liked to fuck. I had a definite feeling that she’d be good at it. Her struggles weren’t as violent as they’d been earlier, and there was a subtle change to the noises she was making. You could hardly call it a voice any more because it wasn’t really human; it was more of an animal reaction to her rape. I watched and listened in total fascination, and as I watched I knew that it would soon be my turn to play with her. When that time came I’d see to it that Virginia was singing a very different song.

Her rape didn’t last nearly long enough for my liking, I felt that he was far too easy on her. From the moment her rape had got under way, he allowed his own urgent need to take over. Instead of giving her a long and violent shafting, he allowed the ’macho man’ thing to take over. All he could think of was to pump her full of his sperm as quickly as possible. He allowed his male bloody ego to get in the way of what could have been a truly memorable moment for all three of us.

Actually the dumb fuck almost spoiled it for us; the way he rushed headlong into his frantic orgasm. And though it was long and noisy, though he did his best to screw Virginia into the ground when it came, I found the whole thing less than satisfactory. Oh I came all right, no problem there, I could feel the wetness of it soaking into my pants right away. But I had to rush it and that was disappointing when it could, and should, have been so much better.

And once he’d satisfied himself; that seemed to be it as far as he was concerned. Sure, he kept her impaled on his cock for twenty seconds or so, but he just lay there on top of the poor girl, and made no effort at all to give her the satisfaction she so clearly wanted. He withdrew his cock and wiped it across her belly before rolling away from her and getting back to his feet. He pulled up his pants and jeans before tucking away his already flaccid cock, and zipping himself up. Before leaving he stood over her and looked down. Maybe the drama had one more act to play; maybe he was going to pee all over her I thought, or make one last farewell speech. In fact he did neither, he was a disappointment to the end.

But he did just what he said he’d do; I have to give him that. He just walked away, and left the naked, sobbing girl lying in the dirt with his cum trickling slowly from her open cunt. He didn’t even say thank you, and Virginia deserved better than that. I heard him go, but to be on the safe side I waited quietly for a couple of minutes, before I moved in on her; listening all the time to the sound of her quiet sobbing.

My first task was to collect her underwear, that lacy white bra and the hipster briefs I’d so admired earlier. The latter smelt strongly of her pussy; her fear and sexual arousal would have seen to that, and I lingered over them for a moment to savour the aroma to the full.

It could have been an awkward moment for me. If Virginia had sat up, she’d have seen me for sure, forcing me to pretend that I was there to help her rather than use her for my own purpose. But her mind was elsewhere, and she didn’t hear my approach until the briefs had been pulled down over her head, effectively blinding her. The bra I used to tie her hands together, and that mindless babbling of hers began again.

“No, please, I can’t take any more.”

‘Oh but Virginia,’ I thought, ‘you’re being too modest darling. I assure you that you can take more, you can take an awful   lot more.’

Straddling her hips, I began to rearrange her body beneath me, rolling her onto her back, and running my hands over her breasts. But not in the same brutal way that he’d done, my touch was slow and sensitive, and I could clearly feel her body tensing beneath my hand. When her nipples had hardened sufficiently my lips and tongue took over, and I sucked them greedily to hardness. She was lying quite still beneath me now, even when I dismounted and knelt beside her she remained quiet, waiting to see what came next. I could tell right away that I’d been right about her, this little cunt really did like to fuck; I could feel the anticipation spreading through her body, and mine.

My mouth continued to stimulate her nipples, whilst I slid a couple of fingers between her labial lips, and on into the slippery, sperm filled depths of her cunt. It was a deliciously tight fit in there, and her hips moved at the initial discomfort. Maybe it was only my imagination but her movement seemed to ease the tightness slightly, and allowed my fingers to explore her body even deeper.

My hand was small enough for me to screw it into her cunt a tiny bit at a time, though she did yelp as the knuckles of my fist forced their way into her. That slight pain turned into overwhelming pleasure as my hand buried itself up to the wrist in the warm, muscular tightness of her cunt. This time there was no mistaking her reaction; her hips lifted clear of the ground and, for the first time, the word she moaned was ‘Yes.’

Carefully I spread my fingers and explored the secret inner beauty of her body, seeking out the elusive G-spot. If only I could find that, and stimulate it properly I’d be able to play Virginia like a musical instrument; until her sweet pussy squirted its pleasure at me like a water pistol. It was there all right; her beautiful magic button; and from the way she reacted to my first touch, I guessed that this was a totally new experience for her.

Gradually her occasional twitches of pleasure melded into each other, and began to develop a regular pulsing rhythm of their own; a rhythm that I used to increase her pleasure still further. I could feel her sharp disappointment, bordering on anger, when I eventually pulled my hand out of her. But a woman’s cunt has more than one magic button; now it was time for me to find out what kind of reaction I would get from her clit.

Moving between her open legs, I leant down and parted her glistening pussy lips with careful fingers. Her cunt opened up in front of me like a flowering rose; even in the gathering gloom beneath the trees, it seemed deliciously pink, framed as it was by that dusting of dark pubic hair. Sliding both hands beneath her buttocks, I leant in closer and lifted her pussy to my mouth, as though I was about to taste a glass of champagne. That first kiss was a gentle one, and I listened to her moaning as it grew ever more intense.

My tongue ran softly, backwards and forwards across her thighs. I teased her unmercifully before flicking it lightly across her sex for the first time. She jumped, not only at that touch, but also at those that followed, and slowly I worked my tongue into her. Probing first between her labial lips, before moving .lower, on into her hole, still stretched open as a result of having my hand so deep inside her.

The taste of her pussy was exquisite, a combination of champagne and strawberries. The natural sweetness of her cunt offset as it was by the taste of his cum, slightly bitter with a salty edge to it. My mouth clamped down onto her, and I began to suck out her pussy, pausing every now and then to catch my breath, to swallow and to run my tongue up the full length of her slit. She responded well, her juices flowing freely, and her hips began to rise and fall beneath me like a gentle sea swell.

The reaction I got when my tongue first brushed her clit was all I could have hoped for, and more. It was electric. Her sudden sharp intake of breath, and the instinctive way her hips jumped up into my face told me that Virginia was mine. Whether she wanted to go or not, I was going to take this little cunt to paradise; actually I got the distinct impression it was a journey she’d be more than happy to make.

If you ever find yourself in a similar situation to mine, the most important thing to remember is ‘don’t rush it, take your time.’ Doing a woman really well is a unique art form and, though I say it myself, I think I did Virginia as well that night as I’ve ever done anyone. Arrogance maybe, but the truth never really hurt anyone.

My tongue had been returning to her clit at irregular intervals and always seemed to get that same intense reaction. When the time was right, I sucked that hard little bud in between my lips and began to chew on it gently, and suddenly she was out of control. Her pussy was jumping all over the place and it became ever more difficult to anticipate her next move. The noise she was making now was urgent and demanding, and I picked up the pace still further; though it was taking me all my time to keep chewing on that hot little bud of desire.

What I hadn’t really expected was the intensity of my own reaction to the writhing of Virginia’s young body. However good it felt to her, it must have been ten times better for me. I found myself climbing aboard her roller coaster of desire and riding with her to our shared explosive orgasms. In those final few seconds I slid my hand back into her slick wetness and felt her body as it began to shake and tremble.

She screamed when I bit down on her clit, but this was a scream of satisfaction and not of pain. We came together Virginia and I; even as her body was shaking beneath me I kept sucking her, and stroking her G-spot with my trembling fingers. And at the very peak of her orgasm she ejaculated. On and on it went, flooding my mouth with her sweet, sweet juices. I swallowed it all, when my own shuddering orgasms would allow, and I came like a steam train, long and hard and very noisy.

Slowly, very slowly, we came down from the mountain-top together. I’d hoped for something special, but Virginia and I had just shared an experience more intense than I could ever have believed possible. She was the first to react, though it took her several minutes to get her breath back.

“Oh God,” she groaned, “that was incredible.” She lay quiet beneath me for several more minutes, shivering each time my tongue flickered lazily inside her. My mouth was still clamped firmly onto her pussy. Then she asked me a question I hadn’t expected, though I should have done.

“Who are you?” She said. I tensed; I’d hoped she’d assume I was the same guy who’d just raped her, but I should have known better. My tongue ceased it’s probing and I began to slide away from between her legs.

“No, don’t go,” she said, “please don’t go.”

Something in her voice made me pause. This was stupid. I’d had my bit of fun with her and she had no idea who I was; it was time for me to slip away into the darkness and yet I paused, because the little cunt asked me to.

“I don’t know who you are,” she said, “and it doesn’t matter, it really doesn’t. I know that you’re not Simon, he’d never have given me something as special as that, he was only ever interested in his own pleasure.”

She jumped slightly when she heard my voice for the first time, I guess it startled her.

“I know,” I said, “I saw him. I didn’t think much of him to be honest; you can do much better.”

Things were getting out of hand; I was giving myself away and that was a dumb thing to do. Now she’d heard my voice, and nervously I continued to move away from her.

“Don’t leave me here on my own,” she said, in a frightened little girl voice I felt was being put on for my benefit. “Stay here with me for a while, please stay with me.” And when she sensed my hesitation she went further. “Kiss me again,” she said, “I’d really like you to kiss me again, like you kissed me before, between my legs.”

She drew her knees back and spread her legs wide in front of me. It was a tempting invitation, but one that I had to decline.

“I can’t do that,” I told her, “I’ve stayed here too long already. It’s time for me to go.”

“Then take me with you.” I laughed.

“You don’t know who I am or where I’m going.”

“It doesn’t matter; I don’t care honestly. Take me with you anyway, I’ll only follow you if you don’t.”

“Not without your clothes you won’t,” I pointed out, though even as I spoke the words I knew that was exactly what she would do.

“I wasn’t the one who raped you,” I went on, an argument that would almost certainly have been overruled in a court of law. What I’d done to her was as close to rape as makes no difference.

“I know that, but what you did to me was special. I want you to do it to me again. Not now maybe, and not here, but soon. Please say you will.”

The thought was very tempting. I stood up and looked down at her lying there at my feet. Even in the semi darkness with her briefs over her head and her hands tied, she looked beautiful; a bit on the young side for me maybe, but the thought of making love to her again was almost overwhelming.

“What about the rape?” I asked her. “Are you going to let Simon get away with doing that to you?” She thought about it for a moment.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, “probably. He’d only claim that I consented and the police would treat me like dirt. All the examinations and interviews and going to court; I think I’d rather forget about it if you don’t mind.”

“What about me?” I asked.

“What about you?”

“You might not like me when you see me in daylight.”

“I’m not worried what you look like; I want you to teach me how to fuck as well as you fucked me just now.” She shivered, whether it was the memory of her orgasm or the chill of evening on her pale, naked skin it was difficult to tell. I needed to make a decision.

“I don’t know; I’m scared.”

“Don’t be,” she said, “trust me, it’ll be good for both of us.”

I laughed out loud at that. Trust me she’d said. Two words that were almost guaranteed to make me run a mile. Experience had taught me that people who needed you to trust them were the ones who always let you down. Even so I’d always been a sucker for romance, I’d always thought that it came adorned with ribbons and bells; and right now those bells were ringing loudly in my ears.

“Okay,” I said, “give me your hands and I’ll untie you.”

Her hands reached out; I knelt down beside her and undid the knots that bound her. Holding onto her hands, I stood up and pulled her to her feet, clasping her naked body close to me as I ran my hands up and down her curves. Her back and her buttocks were littered with bits and pieces from the woodland floor, twigs, leaves and bits of dead grass. I brushed away the ones I could see and feel, devouring her with my eyes as I did so.

“Will you take off my blindfold?” She said. For some reason I paused, though in the end I did as she asked. Even in the gathering gloom she blinked when the knickers came off, before those big dark eyes of hers acclimatised to their surroundings. She smiled, her arms went around my neck and she kissed me for the first time. If I’d had any doubt about her motives, that kiss banished them forever as her tongue slid between soft lips and fenced briefly with my own. Automatically my knee slid between her thighs, and I felt her humping her pussy steadily against my leg.

She groaned, actually I think we both groaned, and I felt the slight dampness of her sexuality cold on my thigh as it seeped slowly through the denim of my jeans.

“I’m Virginia,” she said, “you can call me Ginny if you like. What’s your name?” Again there was that slight pointless pause before I answered.

“Chris,” I said, “you can call me Chris.”

We kissed again but only briefly and then she pulled away.

“Where are my things?” She asked. Her bra was on the floor at our feet and she put that on first. Just as I’d suspected it was too small, but on her it looked good, but she had the kind of figure that could carry it off. On the edge of the clearing, close to the tree that Simon had pinned her against were her short denim skirt and her top, both were scuffed, and slightly grubby, but still wearable at this time of night.

It took us a little longer to find her shoes and her bag. For a while we thought he might have taken the latter with him when he left, but it was there, half hidden under a bush.

“Where are we going?” She asked.

“Well, I was on my way to the pub up the road, The Dog and Gun. It’s my local, do you know it?” She shook her head.

“I’m not from round here,” she admitted, “but a drink sounds like a good idea to me.”

That was when I noticed that her knickers were still in her hand. She reached out, and gave them to me.

“Here, put these in your pocket for now,” she said.

“Hadn’t you better put them on?” I asked, “that’s rather a short skirt.” The grin covered her face.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” she said, “not yet. You look after them for me, it’ll be fun if we both know that my knickers are in your pocket when we walk into the pub in the pub; don’t you think so?”

We both laughed. For the first time I felt certain that I’d made the right decision, and together we found our way out of the wood and set off, arm in arm up the hill.

The Dog and Gun was quite busy when we walked in, without being overcrowded; at least we should be able to find a quiet corner where the two of us could be together. Inside the door I stopped, and gave her a chance to look round.

“Okay?” I asked. She nodded.

“What would you like to drink?” I went on.

“I’ll have what you’re having.”

“Lager,” I said. “Pint of Stella usually, it does wonders for your thirst.”

“Make that two then,” she said, “and a packet of salted nuts.”

Virginia followed me up to the bar.

“Evening Bob,” I said, “two pints of Stella and a bag of salted nuts please.” He smiled as he reached for the glasses.

“Hello Christine,” he said, “you’re a bit late tonight, thought you weren’t coming. Who’s your friend?”

“Ah,” I said, “this is Ginny. She and I have been really close lately.”

Maybe it was only my imagination but as I watched the drinks being poured, I could have sworn that I caught the scent of her pussy, even there in the bar, surrounded by the scent of cigarettes and stale beer. I looked at her and we both smiled. I knew she was right, it did feel extraordinarily good to know that her knickers were tucked away in my pocket, and her wet and willing pussy was only twelve inches away from my hand. Quickly I handed her the ten pound note I’d taken out of my purse.

“Can you pay for the drinks?” I asked, “I need to pop into the ladies, I’ll only be a minute.”

Actually it took me rather longer than a minute, mainly because my hands were shaking so much as I pulled down my jeans. By the time I got back to the bar Ginny was sitting in the corner, underneath that grotesque fox’s mask that looked about a hundred years old. She waved me over and I slipped into the seat beside her.

“These are for you,” I told her as I handed her my own knickers. They were still wet and warm from the heat of the desire that was burning inside me. She smiled as she took them, and slipped them into the pocket of her short denim skirt, which hiked up another inch or two as she did so. It could have been accidental, but we both knew that it wasn’t, almost casually her legs parted slightly.

“Thank you,” she said, before taking my hand and squeezing it gently before placing it quite openly on her naked thigh. As she did so I smelt again that erotic aroma of Champagne and Strawberries.

 

 

 

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