Poke Her Night - Sex Stories

Poke Her Night

... mirror.

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As you get to the store you realize that the shortness of the dress is not the only issue, it was not made with breasts like yours in mind. Keeping yourself decent simply isn't possible. Your nipples poke through the thin material with ease, and of course the more you notice them the perkier they become, standing proudly at attention like little flagpoles announcing your excitement. “I am going to kill you” you mutter before entering the sliding glass doors. You can already see the looks you are getting, desire radiating from all the men, as well as some of the women as you pass.

Trying to take short smooth steps to avoid your breasts spilling out of the shirt and keeping it from riding up your ass you make your way through the store picking up all of the items on the list. Fruit and veggie trays, chips, drinks the drinks were the worst, the isles with all the refrigeration reminded you just how exposed you are and your nipples responded once more. At least, you thought it was going to be the worst part of the whole ordeal. As you round the isle with the dips and you bend over, the breeze catches upon the sweet nectar that has been slowly leaking down your legs. The cold shock makes you realize just how on display you are. You look back behind you and can see a couple staring at you.

A flush runs up your face and across your chest as you grab the last item and run for the cash register. “Death, so much death” you promise me under ...

... your breath. Yet you can still feel the excitement and exhilaration of exhibitionism running down your legs.

Barely registering the store clerk trying to flirt with you, you make it back to the car, breathing heavily with relief as you sit and let your heart beat calm down. You feel an uncomfortable wet beneath you as you sit on the seat. Your little pussy is just absolutely soaked, it is pooling across the leather. You look at the clock, the instructions I sent you by text demanded that you return by 5pm. You still have half an hour.

Looking around the parking lot, seeing people coming and going everywhere, your hand slowly drifts back between your legs as you begin to tease yourself. You watch everyone around you going about their lives, oblivious to the pleasures you are giving yourself right next to them. Feeling the pleasure building towards that peak you force yourself to stop. Though you can't help but groan from frustration, at yourself and at me. Knowing that I want you as worked up as possible tonight you put the car into drive and begin the trip home.

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Stepping through the door you instantly notice a difference. In the living room now sits a large poker table with 4 seats. “Oh good! Your back!” you hear me call from the kitchen as I come out to greet you. My hands slip under your dress and squeeze your breasts as I kiss your forehead before grabbing the bags from your hands.

“Everyone will be here in an ...