[Erotica] ‘Come On My Tits!’


#friflash, Erotica, Sexy Fucks Erotica / Saturday, March 30th, 2019

‘Oh my God, he’s so weird, you should totally delete his number.’

‘Yeah, I know, so weird.’

‘I even heard someone says he’s got a thing for balloons. BA -LLOONS! Like in a sexual way.’

‘Balloons, really? That’s …’

‘Gross! I know.’

I was going to say interesting, but it wasn’t worth telling Gillian that. As the office gossip, she was a hive of information, I didn’t even know how she knew I had your number. I did have it though and I definitely wasn’t going to delete it.

Dinner reservations were made, far, far away from the office and in case any of the rumours were true I’d put on my best underwear. If you were as perverted as they were saying I had high hopes of the evening ending in the kind of debauchery that would have Sheila in accounting wondering if she could report us to H.R for upsetting her delicate disposition.

As you took your seat at the dinner table, you were clearly nervous, it was endearing to see. I had meant to say something funny or complementary to ease the tension a little, but the idea of a balloon kink had lodged in my brain.

‘Is it true you’ve got a balloon fetish?’

Asking when you had a mouthful of wine wasn’t a good plan. You didn’t swallow that wine, you sprayed it all over my dress and I burst out laughing, causing a waiter in the very fine dining establishment to ask if everything was okay.

Sadly the balloon thing was one bit of gossip Gillian had got wrong. I wasn’t quite so off the mark though and it wasn’t long before I was grateful to be adorned in my best finery.

Dinner was good. Dessert was better. Dining out of town meant we were miles away from either of our apartments. The beauty of fancy restaurants though is that they have fancy restrooms. We slipped into the gents, a free cubicle the first place we kissed; to think they say romance is dead.

I sank to my knees, watching as you undid your belt. You freed your dick and fuck me was it a nice dick. My mouth sank onto it and I fingered my cunt until I came hard around my fingers. I wiped them on your crisp, smart and clearly expensive shirt. You grinned at me like you’d just won the fucking lottery.

‘Come on my tits.’

I pulled my dress down revealing my bra, my chest was heaving from the excitement of our tryst. Your finger wrapped around your length, as my own hands groped my soon to be covered tits. It didn’t take long, you were as turned on as me. When you shot your load onto my tits I could have come all over again just from the look on your face.

You definitely weren’t a balloon perv, but for sure you were a dirty perv, on that night and many more.

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