The Margey Household - Book 7 - Sex Stories

The Margey Household - Book 7

... day in the park when she got picked up by Ryan and Sally and admitted to herself she had been exposing her charms deliberately. With a view to what, she didn't know. She played back the video scenes in her head of everything they'd done in those 2 sessions (see Book 8).

Hey! Earth to Deena. Come in please!

Huh?

Great. You're back. Just wondered what restaurants you had in mind. Should we eat before or after?

Before probably. I know a good steak one which would give good value on these vouchers. Or Italian?

You choose. Hey I gotta take a leak behind these bushes. (Some of the American vernacular was a bit tricky for her, but she got the drift.) Although he thought he'd turned away, through the gaps in the bush and the way the sunlight was dispersing, she saw an uncut tip spewing out a nice strong stream.

She also went to do the same, but sat on the other side of a tree. He didn't see anything, except for a few splashes a metre away as she pushed hard. She had a nice loud hiss too.

They moved to another area of the park and sat on another bench and shared bits about their background.

He kept staring at her tits but she was used to it since the time she'd got them as a Christmas present at 12. She realised she didn't have a bra on either and her nipples were poking through strongly so that didn't help. She didn't really mind Charlie or other men looking at her.

She'd checked out his package (as she did to all guys that were walking towards her) and ...

... could see a faint outline of a longish tube sleeping in its lair. It was still midday and he had to get back to his accommodation. Her flat was actually not far from where they were sitting. They arranged to meet back at this same spot at a certain time later on. She walked him to the subway and made sure he knew how to get to his destination. He gave her a peck on the cheek, saying: Thanks, Deena. You're very pretty. And don't take those spectacles off, you might bump into furniture. Echoing what she'd been thinking about earlier.

Then she did a strange thing which she could never really explain to herself. She walked back to where they'd had their lunch. Walked behind the bushes. Found the pool of his water. Not far from hers. Used her shoe to put the two waters together. Then pulled up her skirt, and pushed out her turd to mingle with both sets of urine.

She went back to her flat, had a bath, and lay on her bed naked wondering what that sleeping tube was like when ready for action. She was doing the KitKat shuffle on her clit, massaging the fun bags and tweaking the nipples as she imagined his cum over them, and rubbed in the creamy goodness. She recently discovered she could squirt if she reached orgasm the right way - she did so now, about half a metre on to a towel.

She had a nap and then went to meet him. They had a nice dinner and she waited to see if he made any advances. Being a gentleman, he didn't.

The opera was great, and with the programme they bought ...