Ken Simms parked his car at the Abbottsford Phoenix Shopping Centre and walked into the mall, he was a little preoccupied and exceptionally horny as he had been reminiscing about a recent conquest, Nikki Chapman.
He was a 30-year-old married philanderer while she was ten years older and was divorced and deprived.
Ken had been chasing her for a disproportionate time, much longer than most of his quarry but then she was devastatingly gorgeous and well worth the wait.
She was a well-bred and well-heeled and oozed class from every pore and when he eventually removed her horny high classed piece of arse out of her designer silk knickers she just oozed.
After she had left his flat he decided to tidy up before his wife returned home and it was a good job that he did as the seat of the leather sofa was sticky from Nikki’s secretions, and there were more wine glasses in circulation than was to be reasonable expected for someone who spent the evening alone and Nikki’s black silk knickers were still on the floor.
He washed up the wine glasses, took a damp cloth to her sticky bits and locked her panties in his brief case.
He woke up annoyingly early next morning, he couldn’t sleep as he kept thinking of his session with Nikki, with no hint of a guilty conscience though, he just hoped he would be doing her again soon because he enjoyed it so much.
More than a week had passed however between that dirty erotic evening and his driving into Abbottsford to do a bit of shopping but thoughts of her still filled his head and as a result he was incredible horny when he bumped into Nikki coming out of a very expensive lingerie shop.
“Hello darling” she said, and air kissed him, then she spotted him looking at the designer carrier bag she was carrying.
“No, you can’t look at them” she replied to his unasked question
“Ok I don’t mind seeing them on if you insist” he offered
“You’re incorrigible,” she said
“Is that a maybe?” he asked
Unmoved she shook her head disappointedly.
“Have you got time for a coffee?”
“I do” he replied
“Great I’m gagging for a drink I just have one more stop”
So, Ken waited outside guarding her bags while Nikki went into the store to buy some new bra’s, Ken offered to go in with her to help her tuck her puppies into the lacy cups, but she declined his offer saying, “You wouldn’t be helping me, you would be helping yourself”
“The cheek of some people” he thought as he stared at both of her cheeks shimmying inside her trousers.
When she returned a little short of half an hour later she was looking almost as pleased with herself as she did when she walked knickerless out of his flat.
“You look very pleased with yourself, have you gone commando again?” he asked unhelpfully
“No” she said indignantly and bent down and picked up her bags
“That reminds me you still owe me a pair,” she said quietly
“Yes” he agreed “they’re in my brief case”
“I’m surprised you haven’t mounted them under glass as a trophy” Nikki said
“That’s a great idea,” Ken said
“Don’t you dare?” she said laughing
“Or I could keep them in a resealable bag”
“Why?”
“To keep them “Fresh””
“Urgh that’s dirty” she said and laughed “And then you sniff them, would you do that?”
“No, I prefer the source” he said, and she blushed scarlet and couldn’t look at him, so he changed the subject
“Did you get everything you wanted?”
“Yes” she said “and I bought some treats”
“What kind of treats?” he asked intrigued
“Fishnet stockings, for one thing” she replied “for next time”
“And when is next time?” he asked hopefully
“As soon as you drive me to Appleby” she replied
“Really?” he said “What about a coffee, I thought you were gagging for a drink”
“Well I am gagging” she retorted
“But not for coffee”
“What then?” Ken asked, and she looked him straight in the eye and said
“Cock”
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