The Danielle Development - Sex Stories

The Danielle Development

... it inside her." I recounted all the details I could to Danielle.

"How did it feel" she asked, "sliding in for the first time?"

"She was so tight and she struggled to take me fully. But she said it was OK and just to keep going. I tried to go gently as I knew it was a bit of a struggle for her, but it had been a long time since... well you know. Anyway it wasn't long before she said she was getting really close so I just went for it, thrusting in as deep into her as she could take, it made her squeel each time!"

"Did you cum inside her?" Danielle asked, now massaging her breast through her top.

"No, she told me to cum on her ass. So when she tilted her head back and began to shake and I knew she was cumming, that's when I pulled out. It was touch and go, I was really close too cause of how tight she was. Then I rolled her over and blew my load onto her ass cheeks. I wiped off on her crack. I actually really wanted to finger her asshole but I didn't know how she'd feel so I reached down between her legs and just felt her pussy instead, it totally made her twitch..."

"Ahhhhhh" Danielle sighed under her breath as her own, supressed orgasm came upon her, right there in the park, fantasising about me fucking another girl. I felt the frustration of my unsatisfied erection but knew there was nothing to do in so public a setting, so I continued the story

"... then we heard these voices in the corridor. Chloe totally freaked, she grabbed her dress and shoes and bolted ...

... out the other door towards the toilets - she still had my cum on her ass and running down her thighs" I laughed as I thought about it. "I pulled my trousers up and was about to leave when I noticed her panties were still on the seat, so I grabbed them, shoved them in my pocket and waited. She didn't come back so eventually I just went back to the party."

"Then what happened?" Danielle asked disappointed at the abrupt end to my story.

"Nothing really. I didn't see Chloe again that evening. I texted her to make sure she was OK. She didn't reply until the next morning." I answered.

"What did she say?" Danielle asked, now on her front, leaning on her elbows, chin resting on her hands. (Giving me an excellent view down her blouse.)

I retrieved my phone again and read out the final text message ever receieved from "Chloe Work".

"Hey, all good. About last night, sorry I ran, no regrets but think we should keep things uncomplicated at work? Hope we can still be friends."

"Ahh the old lets be friends routine" Danielle teased.

"Well it was probably for the best, I was technically her senior, so HR would not have been impressed." I replied.

"Did you give her her panties back?" she asked "or keep them as a trophy?"

I considered my response a fraction too long and Danielle roared with laughter.

"You kept them! Soooo predictable." she mocked.

"Well giving them back would have been more awkward and she didn't even ask about them or know I had them." I tried ...