Strangers Part 2: Strangers no more - Sex Stories

Strangers Part 2: Strangers no more

... cock glistening from her wetness as it slid gracefully in and out. I deliberately kept my pace slow, savouring the sensations of her sweet pussy gripping my length, but she had other ideas. With a loud grunt she started to push back hard, impaling herself forcefully. I smiled, she really did want it badly, and I was just the man to give it to her. I started to push forward with more urgency, my heavy swinging balls slapping against her cheeks with each thrust. Both of us now desperate for more, I reached down and wrapped my arms around her legs, lifting her off the floor, her arms pressed hard against the back wall as we fucked frantically. She hooked her legs back around my waist as we thrust together over and over. Lost in the moment as we were we didn't hear the door to the toilet open. We didn't hear the footsteps coming toward the cubicle door. The first we knew was when someone started hammering on the door, and they didn't sound happy. 'I can hear you in there you dirty bastards,' came the gruff female voice. 'I'm calling the police! Perverts!' We heard the angry footsteps walk back out of the toilet as I reluctantly slipped my still hard cock from her deliciously creamy pussy. I lowered her legs and we turned to look at each other, not quite sure how to react at first, until we both started laughing. We ...

... hurriedly reassembled our clothing and stepped out of the cubicle, all was clear. We left the toilet and slipped quickly out of the side door of the pub with a voice shouting after us, calling us a whole range of disgusting names. We almost ran to the train station, giggling the whole way. We'd behaved irresponsibly but fuck me it felt so good. The train journey home was quiet and subdued. We sat opposite each other, I don't think either of us would have trusted ourselves had we sat together. We looked, we smiled, lost in our own thoughts but knowing that those thoughts were filled with each other. When the train pulled into our station we left the carriage with the rest of the crowd. Outside in the car park it was starting to get dark as we stopped and looked at one another. We both knew what we were doing was wrong, we were both married after all, but the sensations, the excitement, the sheer total fucking sexiness of it all was too addictive. I wanted to kiss her, to hold her, but I couldn't, there in the car park it was too risky. We smiled once more and said our good byes. I didn't know how long it would be before we had the chance to get together again but I couldn't wait for that day. As it turned out it was two weeks later at the conference hotel and the incident with the chocolate, but that's a story for another day.