50 Pounds Bet - Sex Stories

50 Pounds Bet

... last night, or with that waiter. It makes me feel sexy. When I came out of the toilet, I took my time walking past them. I wanted to see if they would say anything else. ” “And did they?” “Yes. One of them walked over to me and stood in front of me. He told me I looked ‘fucking gorgeous’ and that he couldn’t wait to get a proper look of my ‘lovely big tits’. I’ve never had a complete stranger look at me that way before. Then he stuck his hands out and pulled the front of my dress towards him so he could look down at my tits. ” “Did he touch you?” “No, no. Well, only… ” “Only what?” “Well, while he was holding my dress away from my chest, the palms of his hands were rubbing against my nipples. They were getting really hard. I couldn’t help it. You know how sensitive they are. Look, feel them,” she said and pulled my hand to her chest. Her nipples were definitely hard. I squeezed one of them gently and she moaned softly. She was obviously really turned on, and she wasn’t the only one. “What did he do next?” I asked, pulling my hand away. “No. Leave it there,” she said urgently, then moved over to sit to next to me on the bench. She placed both my hands on her tits and covered my mouth with hers, driving her tongue deep into my mouth. After a while she pulled away and said, “That was it. Nothing else happened. He went and sat back down with his mates. ” “Did you want more to happen?” I asked, continuing to play with her tits, as she rubbed her hand on my hardening cock, through ...

... my trousers. “I don’t know,” she replied nervously. I quickly drank what was left of my beer and looked at her, “God, I want to fuck you so bad. Let’s go. ” “Wait… ” “What is it?” “Would you mind if… ” “Tell me. ” “Could we stay here a while longer. I thought I could go to the toilet again later, and maybe… ” “And maybe he’d do something more?” “No. I wouldn’t let him do anything… I just want to know whether he’d try anything. You know? I wouldn’t let him fuck me. Just… ” I formed a mental picture of a complete stranger fondling my wife’s tits, and before I could change my mind I told her that I would go and buy us another round of drinks. “What did he look like? I want to see him when I’m in there. ” “I’m not telling you that. Maybe you can see later, if something happens,” she said, giving me a wicked grin. As I walked through the pub to the bar, I looked around at the people, trying to work out who it might have been. It was a pretty small pub and there was only about a dozen men inside. There were a couple of postmen, still in their uniform, and the rest seemed to be labourers, wearing paint spattered jeans and muddy boots. While the barman was pouring our drinks he began chatting to me. “You and your friend staying outside? Probably a good idea. This lot are gonna go crazy in a minute. ” “Why?” “We always have a stripper on in here in the afternoons, and she’s gone and cancelled on me. Most of this lot only come in here to have a look at the girls, and they’re liable to ...