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Unknown Admirer

... my lips feel as though they are on fire, and Megan feels as if a branding iron had touched her skin. She did not want to encourage me too much yet, so she stood still, trying not to react. As I press my face to her skin, I breathed in her scent. " You smell gorgeous," I whisper in her ear, " I love Chanel No 5." Continuing to kiss down her neck and along an exposed shoulder provoking gasps and low moans. I'm standing behind her, my hands roaming freely over her body. Megan feels herself beginning to succumb to my touch. The way I have taken possession of her without her permission astounds her. For a moment, she is unable to speak. She feels my growing bulge pressing against her ass. It has been a long time since she has felt a man get aroused just from touching her. She needed a man's company, she feels her panties beginning to become damp with her moisture as my hands continue to explore her. Pulling her close to me, I cup her breasts, testing their firmness. As I did this Megan's mouth opened and a low moan escaped, " ohhh yes, I love having my tits played with, don't stop!" Her skin tingling and her heart beating fast as I explore her curves, she feels her panties getting wet as her pussy juices flow freely. Once, her previous boyfriend did this, then he stopped. He was too busy with work, or just tired so they broke up. When I pull Megan against me, I feel her body quivering with suppressed passion. Differing emotions fought for supremacy within her, the respectable ...

... single woman who had never given into temptation. Alternatively, the abandoned girlfriend starved for attention from her former boyfriend. Gradually the abandoned girlfriend won out. Megan begins to give into my touch. I continue caressing her breasts through her dress. She feels the heat of my hands through the thin material. " You're a naughty girl, you're not wearing a bra, let's see if you are wearing any panties shall we?" I chuckle into Megan's ear. Sliding one hand down her belly, I cup her crotch, at the same time beginning to raise the hem of her dress. " I want to see your cunt," I growl, " I'll bet it is as beautiful as the rest of you." " I want to fuck you right here, right now." " No, we can't... not here, someone might see us." Megan stammered as she vainly tries to pull down the hem of her dress, while every fiber of her being told her to let me have my way. Her reluctance; was thinking about her former boyfriend. When she broke up with him, she had come to the realization long ago that he would never change. She just did not want him to find her with her panties round her ankles, fucking with a stranger. Then she had an idea...Megan had been both excited and repelled when I used such a crude word as cunt to describe such an intimate part of her. She has never liked the expression, preferring "pussy" but somehow my crudeness only served to make her hotter and hornier, as my hands continue to explore her slender body. She leans back, luxuriating in my touch, I know ...