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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