I’ve known Astrid for around three years, meeting her as a client and immediately forming a close bond with her. I shared everything with her, including Peter who adores blondes, and I was eager to share my recent experience with her and tell her about Daniel and his tasty wife. The problem is…. Astrid is something of an exhibitionist and she seems to take an intense delight is embarrassing me in the most public way. Meetings with her are always fraught with apprehension- like the time we went for dinner in a quiet restaurant just after we had concluded a big deal. Without warning she stripped and fucked the waiter in front of me on the table at which we had just been eating. She seemed disappointed that I wouldn’t ride him too and I fled upstairs to the-powder room in embarrassment and not a little horny lust.
On this occasion Astrid met me at the door. Her slim figure was encased in a burgundy sheath dress which hugged her figure tightly. I noticed the side was slit almost up to her tummy, only held together by a gold chain at hip level. I realised that she could not possibly be wearing anything else, either bra or panties because as she moved towards me I could clearly glimpse the soft bush of pubic hair that she carefully and proudly maintained. She greeted me with a kiss. Not the chaste air kiss that I expected from one girl friend to another but a deep lingering lip-squirming tongue-swirling passionate invitation that left my head reeling and my cunny trembling with desire. What the fuck was going on here?
Astrid linked arms with me and marched triumphantly into the restaurant, hips swaying and a big beaming smile on her face. The diners, at least every man there, had followed her walk to the door and had been therefore unable to miss that kiss. It was certain that the eyes of every person in the room followed us to the corner table where a charmingly young Italian waiter stood ready for us to be seated.
As I sad demurely on the chair he presented to me I distinctly felt his hand brush against my naked shoulder. The touch was fleeting but enough to evoke a shudder at his touch and a warmth deeper in my body. What was going on?
Astrid winked at me. “So what would you like to eat, Sam.” She said glancing warmly at the waiter as he spread a spotless white linen napkin over her thighs. Hell, she was almost licking her lips at the man.
“I’m not sure, perhaps a salad with some chicken?” I answered.
She smiled and ordered the same for herself together with a cold bottle of Pino Gris.
When the waiter had gone Astrid leaned conspiratorially towards me and lowered her voice. “I need some advice honey. Some girl to girl honesty.”
I nodded, intrigued.
“Louis sat me down this morning and said that he wanted more, that our marriage was getting stale and that if I wanted to keep him from leaving I had to come up with something pretty special.” She grimaced. “I know I’m a bit wild and like to show off my body in public but we’ve hit a rut and I don’t know what to do about it. Sam, darling, you always know how to fix things like this. Trouble is, I’m as horny a hell at the moment and I can’t think straight.”
I put my hand over hers on the clean white linen tablecloth and wondered if I should tell her about our discovery of Cat and Daniel. I didn’t know Louis that well and wasn’t sure if swinging was his thing. I guessed Astrid would be up for anything the state she was in.
Just then we were interrupted by the waiter and our food so conversation died away as we tucked into the tasty salad and the deliciously chilled wine. Soon our plates were empty and the bottle too. I decided I would tell Astrid about our new friends and I began by explaining how we had met them.
Astrid’s eyes opened wide as I told her how my husband has virtually been seduced by Daniel’s wife and how they had both woken me with their delicious dicks. I could feel myself getting wetter and my breathing heavier as I recounted our return match in our apartment this morning.
“Wow!” Astrid exclaimed. “Sam, I’m amazed!” she grinned. “Oh, I’m so jealous. Just the thought of Peter’s dick is making me so hot.”
I realised that Astrid wasn’t going to be put off by the thought of swinging with Peter and me or, even more interesting, a possible six-way. As I thought about this I felt something sliding up the inside of my leg and instantly realised that ir was Astrid’s bare foot. Without thinking I widened my legs, hidden by the full tablecloth, and allowed her foot to slip further until it was nestling in my dampened crotch on my wet panties.
We went quiet for a moment savouring the sensation and I raised my own foot to meet Astrid’s crotch. To my surprise I found that she wasn’t wearing anything down there and my big toe slipped easily onto her engorged clit. I wished for a moment that I’d not put any panties on either. I could feel that familiar itch sending waves of pleasure up the core of my body and making my face flush.
Astrid was wriggling on the seat as if to coax my toes into teasing her clit. Then she suddenly dropped her foot to the floor and closed her legs, trapping my own foot onto her sex.
“Let’s take this outside, honey. I need you now!”
She beckoned to the waiter and thrust a credit card into his hand. Within moments we were hurrying through the entrance and into the car park where her subtly coloured pink Range Rover was standing. We both dived into the front and she took off at speed along a narrow road which led to a coppice of trees and a quietly empty patch of grass. All the while I slipped my fingers into her hot sex and massaged her pussy lips with my thumb making driving just that little bit more dangerous.
We stopped on the grass and piled out of the car. She pushed me against the side of the vehicle and began kissing me furiously, licking my lips, my shoulder and the tops of my breasts. I responded, using my tongue to play with hers and swapping our saliva as our mouths grew greedier. While one of her hands caressed my breasts she reached behind her with the other and deftly drew down the zip of her sheath dress allowing it to fall to her feet. She was now completely naked and open for the world to see her magnificent body.
I was less comfortable about being naked in public so I led her to the back doors of her spacious wagon and laid her on the cream leather bench seat. She raised one leg and hooked it over the driver’s headrest, beckoning me forward to her bare and glistening pussy. Despite my discomfort at being in this situation my pussy was itching fit to bust. As I knelt before this blonde goddess the feeling was so strong that I clenched my thighs together involuntary. I leaned forward and the sweet smell of her sex drew me downwards.
She didn’t deserve for me to surrender without a fight. Astrid had virtually dragged me here, teasing me with her toes and talking dirty to me – she knew how I loved that! I knew she wanted my tongue but it wasn’t going to work out that way! I was determined to play rough – to teach her a lesson. I thrust two fingers deep into her and was rewarded by a moan of pleasure. I rotated my fingers until I felt the spongy bundle of nerve fibres we call the ‘G’ spot beneath my fingertips then I went to work.
I began frigging her at warp speed, my hand plunging into her soaking pussy and then pulling almost out again and again. Astrid writhed beneath my touch uttering little yelps and cries as if she might be in pain – but I knew she wasn’t. She arched her back, her climax imminent and I pulled my fingers out of her dripping snatch. Her moan this time was of pure frustration but I wasn’t finished yet. My thumb pressed onto her clitoris, that swollen little nub which protruded from her inner lips.
She screamed.
‘Fuck me, fuck me hard with your fingers. Please make me cum. God you are so good at this, so evil!’
I grinned and plunged my fingers back into her, adding a third and using my forefinger to massage her rosebud asshole. I sank my finger into her pulsing anus to the second joint and then left it there, gripped tightly by the contractions of her orgasm. My second and third fingers began to rapidly tap on her G spot and the effect was gratifying. She lifted her ass off the leather seat and screamed as the sensation travelled up her body and exploded in her brain.
I continued to massage her pussy as her orgasm subsided and her trembling legs returned slowly to the seat which was now covered with slippery woman juices. I will be honest, the whole thing made me incredibly horny, but for a cock deep in me not her hands or mouth. I decided to put this exercise to bed and pushed her legs into the car then climbed into the driver’s seat. Within minutes we were back at the parking lot of the restaurant although Astrid hadn’t yet recovered and lay trembling across the back seat. I opened the back door and leaned over, planting a kiss on her forehead. I was rewarded with a faint moan and an even fainter smile.
Soon I was back in Peter’s car and heading back to the apartment, Peter, Daniel and Cat. My pussy was itching and tingling with an intensity that only a couple of stiff cocks could satisfy. Now, please now!
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CHAPTER 3 – Another fortunate rescue
Getting back to the apartment didn’t seem to take as long as earlier. Perhaps the traffic was lighter, perhaps I was just distracted, I just don’t know. But the miles flashed by and it seemed only moments before I was carefully manoeuvring Peter’s pride and joy into the narrow parking space on Level B. As I got out, I made a hasty check of the driver’s seat in case my soaking panties had left a mark. Thankfully there was no sign of my arousal. I locked the car and turned to head for the stairs when I heard a piercing scream from the level below. I ducked down below the barrier separating the levels and could just see the outline of a body lying on the floor on the level below.
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