Dave sat silently, waiting with baited breath, and fearing the next
question.
“So I have to ask because I’ve always wondered” here it comes he
thought
“Why?” she asked
“Do I have to answer that?”
“Yes” she insisted
“Really?”
“Oh yes”
“Oh God this is embarrassing” he said
“Come on out with it” she urged
“I did it so I could see what underwear you would be wearing while you
were in the house”
“And then what?” she asked
“Well it was a turn on knowing you were wearing the knickers I’d held
in my hands” he confessed
“You little perve” she said in mock horror “Did you do the same with
the dirty ones”
“No I didn’t” he said with real horror “I’m not a pervert”
“Well you are a bit” she pointed out
“Well I’m not that kind of pervert then”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes I’m sure, I had no interest in your soiled pants” he said very
definitely “of course it might have been different if it was me that had soiled
them on you in the first place, but that was never a possibility”
“Maybe not, then” she said and then Louise stood up and walked around
the table and when she reached him she turned her back to him
“Do these meet with your approval?” She said and let the denim fall
away from her buttocks to reveal a pair of pale blue lace trimmed knickers and
he reached out and felt one of her pantie covered buttocks.
“Very nice” he said and began pulling them off her delightful buttocks
“No, no” she said pulling away
“You must soil them on me, remember” and then she sat on his knee
before adding “and then you can keep them”
Louise perched on his knee and David tried to kiss her but she drew
her head back
“First things first” she said and took his hand and placed it on her
naked thigh.
For all those months when she was dating Andy he had dreamt of touching
her, he always knew she was no prude, he’d heard the slutty guttural noises
emanating from his half-brothers bedroom so he was never under any illusion.
His hand rested on her thigh and as he gently pulled her thigh apart
Louise braced herself with one hand on the back of his chair while the other
gripped the table.
David’s hand crept
inch by tantalizing inch along Louise’s firm thigh as they involuntarily opened
and closed in anticipation of his hands approach.
And as his fingers
got closer and closer she moaned quietly and her buttocks squirmed on his lap,
her breaths becoming deeper and more erratic the closer his fingertips got to
her pussy.
She was biting her
lip and
fidgeting on his lap as his fingers
slowly and deliberately traced the outline of her panties.
And when his finger finally reached the heart of her fire an involuntary gasp escaped her lips as he fingered her through the cloth as it slipped
and slid on her wet crease until her cream oozed through the fabric and Louise
began to moan.
Her hands gripped
the furniture so tight that her knuckles whitened as she wriggled and panted
out coarse rasping breaths until with a deliriously dirty moan, she came, and with her exclamation
he withdrew his sticky fingers from between her legs.
“I think that’s them well and truly soiled” he said and slipped out
from beneath her, and then she plopped down hard on the chair.
“No don’t stop” she said
He stood up as straight as his throbbing erection would allow, the
last thing he wanted to do was stop, but he had to wrestle control back from
her.
“I have work tomorrow” he said and slipped on his jacket
“No don’t go” she pleaded and stood up and rubbed her buttock and then
tried to close the distance between them but her jeans were around her knees so
she had to waddle which meant he could easily keep out of her reach and he
sidestepped through the kitchen door and out into the hall.
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