Wet Tamara - Sex Stories

Wet Tamara

... like a million dollars in another of her fitted blouse, and figure-hugging black sparking leggings. It was as she had covered them in glitter. Her ass looked amazing in them. She had spent what felt like hours in there doing her hair and makeup, but you could tell. I was pacing around the living room when she appeared, again she smelt delightful.

We are ready a little early, she asks if she can open the wine. A quick drink before we go. I look at my watch, the booking is not for another half an hour, it's a five-minute walk even in her rather sexy heels.

When she doesn't bother to use the bathroom before walking out the door. I make a point of going before leaving. I know she is up to fun yet again. I lock the door. She grabs my arm, and we walk in step down the street. It's warm, the hubbub of the city surrounds us. I feel on top of the world. Walking through this amazing coastal town with my gorgeous girlfriend on my arm. Just thinking of what she will do has caused a small problem. I also have a semi. I just know what Tamara is potentially going to do next. I just don't know when. Plus, with her wearing black, will I ever know? The anticipation is killing me. I find my hand dropping down her back to her buttocks. Just checking...dry.

We get taken to our table right by the window. It's incredibly romantic. The sun is now setting over the ocean. We can both look as we order wine. Then without messing about quickly choose our food.

She hums contemplatively at ...

... me. As we are briefly left alone.

"Are you okay?"

"Just pondering if I go to the bathroom now, or later." She smiled at me and then focused as the waiter came back with the bottle of wine. The tease has begun.

"We've got time before the starters arrive?"

She smiled at the waiter as the wine glugged into the glasses. "I will wait." She chuckles, smiling at me whilst tucking her stray blonde bang behind her ears. Briefly turning to watch the sand look more golden as the sun lowered.

The fish pate is delicious with the white wine. It's expensive for what it was, but totally worth it. Her, the food, the view, everything.

As the waitress cleared the table, Tamara then smiled at me. Her head pointed in the direction of the bathrooms as she got up and with an exaggerated squeeze of her thighs declared quietly to me. "I now really need to visit the bathroom." I watched as she set off. I was convinced I could see darkening in her leggings and wet footprints on the floor. Were they there before?

It was the quickest toilet visit in history, within thirty seconds of disappearing from view she was walking back to the table.

"Stoke my legs." She practically demanded as she grinned as she sat down, picked up her wine glass and took a gulp.

Under the table my fingers almost nervously migrated up over her knee to now very wet leggings. "Wow." They were predictably soaking.

She smiled. "Now stop." Her face changes, almost glaring at me. I was again hard throbbing ...