Caught Short Again - Sex Stories

Caught Short Again

... our fellow drinkers - as in: 'Oi! Bastard referee! That was a fucking penalty, you blind prick!’ You get the picture? The match got to half time with no goals, and looked to be heading for a penalty shoot-out at the end. I left Weasel getting more beers in and went off in search of the Gents; it had a queue of blokes with full bladders waiting to get in, so I headed outside instead. It was getting dark by now, so there was no danger of me being spotted having a piss out in the car park. As I went about my business, directing my jet of hot pee at the pub’s pristine flower beds, my thoughts turned to the sexy MILF I’d fucked in the bogs a few days earlier. Zipping up my fly, I fished in the pocket for her mobile number and dialled it. At first I thought she wasn’t going to answer. Probably filters her calls and wouldn’t recognise my number. But then, slightly out of breath, I heard her sexy voice and felt my cock twitch. ‘Hi,’ I said. ‘It’s me, your piss pal from the other day in the coffee shop; I was just having a pee, and thought of you for some reason!’ She chuckled and retorted: ‘Cheeky sod! Spooky though; I was just thinking about you too!’ ‘Oh yeah? Is that why you’re out of breath? Been re-living our little adventure with the aid of a pink plastic pussy pounder, have you?’ ‘Very perceptive of you, except that it’s purple, not pink!’ ‘Still not as good as the real thing,’ I said, my cock by now starting to fill my pants at the thought of drilling her hot slot. ‘So, is ...

... this a social call, or were you wanting something else?’ she asked, her voice heavy with sarcasm. ‘Just thought I’d check you got home okay, and wondered if you’d got anything planned for later,’ I said, innocently. ‘Well, you’ve left it a bit late to ask if I got home all right!’ she chuckled. ‘And no, I’ve got nothing planned for later. I’m guessing you’re watching the cup match in some low dive somewhere and fancied a fuck afterwards . . . ’ ‘Very perceptive of you! Anyway, what do you know about the match? Don’t tell me you’re a soccer babe!’ ‘My ex was mad on it, so I kind of joined in, mainly to get his attention and because the sex was always so much better after they’d won. Sadly, that didn’t happen very often!’ She sounded wistful and sad and I wanted her there and then. ‘So, where are you, exactly?’ I asked. ‘Exactly? I’m sitting on the edge of my bed!’ ‘Ha-ha, very funny! Are you naked?’ My cock definitely needed her attention. ‘Wouldn’t you like to know?!’ she asked, followed by another sexy chuckle. ‘As a matter of fact I am wearing a black bra and matching thong and nylon hold-ups, under a sheer black negligee. Oh, and I’m wearing killer heels too . . . ’ Fuck! That clinched it. No more football for me tonight. ‘Would you like some company?’ I asked, my breathing getting heavier. ‘How do you know I haven’t already got some?’ ‘I’m guessing you wouldn’t be playing with your purple plastic pussy pounder if you had a real cock to play with!’ ‘Oh, so you’re a detective ...