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My wet pussy

Now, I have a bit of a problem with my clitoris in as much as it tends to get very sensitive when I get downwind of male testosterone. I don’t know what it is but I think it may be that some certain types of pheromone (subliminal odours of the masculine variety) really turn me on. The result is that my clit becomes the size of a Brazil nut and as such it rubs against my panties. This, in turn, makes my nipples rigid and very obvious as well. I guess this is the female version of the male hard-on. Yes I get a hard-on!

Well this night was no exception. By the time we had downed four gin and tonics I was feeling very turned-on down below. Wet is the word…very wet. As I was wearing a knee-length skirt I decided to go to the lady’s room and remove my soaked panties and put them in my handbag.

On returning to where my friend was sitting, my seat had been taken by a guy who was chatting her up. They were so engrossed with each other that I had been completely forgotten. I was half pleased she was having a good time and more than a bit annoyed that I was left to stand nearby and amuse myself.

Well I wasn’t to do that for long when a gentle voice asked me if I would like a seat. I turned and looked straight into his eyes and I immediately blushed and looked away towards where he was pointing to a stool by the bar. I said no thank you and that I was fine. He insisted that I take his seat. I turned towards my friend and was about to tell her where I was moving but could see that she was otherwise engaged. “Yes, thank you,” I said and I moved, slightly irritated towards it.

Just as I neared it a fellah moved in front of me and sat down. I turned to my new friend and said, “Oh well never mind.”

He moved me gently to one side and said, “Excuse me,” then he put his hand on the other guy’s shoulder as he bent towards him. I caught a few words…he wasn’t loud, some of which were “please, mate…no trouble.” The reply was singular and brutal… “fuck off.” His response was again quite quiet but the words “outside”…and “kick fucking head in” stuck out at me. The guy sitting got up and moved away with an “Ok, ok, no need for violence mate…you only had to ask.” He joined his mates with a wry smirk on his face that quickly turned into a sulk as they taunted his masculinity.

I sat on my stool and spent the next hour talking to this very good looking guy. I was trying to guess his age and I was sure he must have been about 28 to 30. I wondered if he was married or if he had a wife at home, children perhaps. This was really silly, because I was married and why my thoughts were darting in that direction was ridiculous.

We were innocently having a drink. Actually I had downed another three G & T’s and needed to go to the little girl’s room. As I left him he said he would need to buy some cigarettes while I was gone. I said, “Don’t be silly. I have some in my bag…help yourself.” I went to the cloakrooms.

As soon as I got into the cubical I knew to my horror that I did not have any panties on…that they were in my handbag…that he was going to find them. I must have been totally red when I returned. He was not smoking. He had moved to an armchair and motioned me to sit on another opposite him. “I didn’t fancy a cigarette,” he said. “There’s too much smoke in here anyway.”

Phew! That was a close one. “You don’t mind if I do?” I said. I looked in my bag and found my cigarettes and my lighter. As I looked…and looked…my panties were not there. I looked on the floor where I was sitting…nothing. I scoured my mind for the last known memory of what I did with them. Confusion reigned, I lit the filter end of my cigarette…my cool had left me. I also realised that I had lifted my right foot onto the front of the chair to hold my bag between my chest and my thigh as I searched it rather like a player holding his cards close to his chest. I had given him the best flash in the world.

He put his hand in his pocket, I thought he was going to offer me one of his cigarettes, he pulled out a hankie, it looked like a hankie…although perhaps a bit lacy and frilly for his rugged looks..oh…God. He had my panties. He must think I am a real slapper, I thought. He had the decency to put them back in his pocket but not before rubbing the end of his nose with them. Perhaps it was his hankie after all, I mean who would do that with underwear from someone they hardly knew.

My mind was racing as we continued our small talk. I suddenly realised that my so-called friend had buzzed off with that guy and that I was alone with a total stranger. I asked him the time as the landlord asked for everyone to drink up. He asked me where I lived and I quickly replied, “Oh quite a long way away.”

“Shall we share a taxi?” he suggested.

“No…” I replied. “I would rather walk.” Idiot, I thought.

We got up and moved to the door. When we got outside it was dark but quite warm. I pointed to where I was walking and we continued in that direction, the opposite direction to my home. I don’t know why I did that but I guess I thought that I could pretend to live in one of the flats on the seafront. He then pulled my panties out of his pocket and confessed that he had accidentally found them in my bag while looking for my cigarettes. He continued that he quickly put them in his pocket when he saw me return, in case it embarrassed me. “They have a lovely aroma,” he added.

I was quite taken aback at this remark. “Don’t tell me...” he said. “Is it…Angel?” That was the name of my perfume.

“I am impressed, you seem to know your scents.”

“Not really,” he replied, “That was in your bag as well.”

“Yes, of course I have a small bottle as a freshener.”

“Apart from that,” he said, “I was really impressed by your pussy- it looked really beautiful.”

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I suppose the alcohol made the decision for me. It was so unexpected that I nearly wet myself. We both were doubled-up with laughter when I caught a glimpse of the amazing sparkle in his eyes. We talked and laughed our way past the flats, along the seafront and down to the golfclub.

“So where do you live?” he asked. We had another good laugh when I said, “Nowhere near here.” Now, the laughter, the drink and the company was having an effect on my clitty, it was huge. My pussy was now very wet, my nipples were rigid and my whole body buzzed with excitement.

We were facing each other. He held my left hand in his right hand and stroked my hair with the back of his left hand as we talked. Soon he was holding my face with both hands and kissing my lips very gently. Then he kissed my neck and the lobes of my ears. His body was pressing against mine and we moved backwards to the sea-wall. I felt him against me and I opened my legs so that his hardness would touch the right spot.

He kissed my breasts under my blouse and moved up to my lips again. His hand moved towards my titties and I struggled with the buttons so that I could feel his touch. He felt my nipples and squeezed my swollen breasts and kissed my face until I could almost stand no more.

Then his hand slid under my skirt and his fingers slipped juicily into my hot wet pussy. He worked my eager mound and turned the whole area into a slippery, almost steamy cavern of desire. I juddered, and flushed my ready juices in great waves and I groaned and moaned and begged him to fuck me.

He lifted me up onto the wall and I arched backwards over its gentle curve. I then felt his face inside my thighs and his tongue flicking and lapping at my engorged genitals. I was about to pull his head away so that he would not drown when he grabbed both nipples and started to flick and twist them. In my mind I said, this is too good to stop…Oh fuck it…I thought.

I came…beautifully…long…gushes, waves of my innermost sexuality, a torrent of cum from my pulsating, throbbing womanhood. He then came and kissed my lips. His face was wet, and I could smell myself on him. I could taste my own juices…and I loved it. He slipped his cock into me…there was no resistance. He felt so big and smooth. He nibbled and sucked my nipples and thrust his member deep into my thirsty box. I did not care what he did to me now, I was lost in it all.

I felt hornier at that moment than at any time in my life. Then the inevitable happened, his thrusts were long and occasionally he would come out and ride over my clitty and back in again.

It was reckless and furious and without much force he entered my butt-hole. I gave out a little gasp to which he said sorry and started to pull out. As I said, I was feeling really horny, so I found myself grabbing his ass and pulling him back in. It was electrifying, every nerve cell in my body responded as he slopped in and out of my pussy and into my butt. I had opened all doors and I was enjoying the brutish forced entry of it all. He gently pulled me off the wall and turned me around to take me from behind.

One of his hands was playing with my nipples as my breast hung down. The other played with my wet clit as he pumped my pussy deep with long slow undulating thrusts. He came, pressing hard into my aching, gaping hole. Still pumping he slipped slowly in and out.

He pulled out and I turned around. I held his mighty sword in my hand and kissed the end. It was fairly long and quite thick and as rigid as a tent-pole. I knelt and I gently sucked and licked it. I tasted the sweet and salt of our passion and I wanted more. It lost its rod-like stiffness and became heavy as it gently cranked down, still large but now spent.

The sexual encounter was crude and it was dirty and it was bad, but it was delicious. I will never forget the experience, although I am guilty of forgetting his name. I never did get my panties back. I don’t remember getting home. The next day I could hardly walk and I had a deep ache in my pussy for three days and a smile that would last a lifetime.