One Freaky Night

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I had never been stood up by a date. The feeling sucked. I had just ended a six-year relationship, and I was beginning to enjoy my single life. But that night, I was hating it. I sat there with my cup of wine and the empty chair across from me; the restaurant was full of people, and the waiter kept coming over, asking if I still wanted to wait. Frustrated, I downed my entire cup of wine, and it kind of went to my head, immediately. I am a lightweight, and not even being in college and drinking every weekend could help me get used to alcohol. I was already a bit tipsy when the couple sitting next to me finally broke the ice. “He’s https://escortium.org not showing up, is he?” the woman asked. At first, I was taken aback, but I realized she meant well when I saw her sympathetic eyes. “No, and he’s not texting back, so I’m pretty sure I’m going home by myself” I answered. “What a shame,” said the man. I looked at him for the first time that evening. A larger man, with a beard and a silver mane. Round glasses gave him an intellectual air, the sort of man who belongs at a university, or a New York Times bestseller chart. “Yeah,” I chuckled, “that is a shame.” Their names were Loretta and Jackson. He ran a major bookstore downtown—so my initial assessment of him was close enough—and she was a doctor. It turned out to be a great conversation. I sat at their table, and we had a lovely dinner. It took me long enough to realize they were flirting with me. Only when I felt the woman’s leg scrape mine, and her husband looking me up and down, that I understood what they wanted. They were an attractive couple. Older than me, definitely by about twenty years. I was in college, and they looked like they were in their early forties. I’d never been with someone older than me, or with a couple, but I felt a small tingle inside me that told me that this was right. I replied to Loretta’s caresses with my own, and I smiled. Then she smiled at her husband. “I’ll get the car,” he said. And we were off to their place. It was a short trip but an intense one. As Jackson drove, I got to know Loreta in the back seat; she had pulled down my panties and spread open my legs. Her mouth expertly ate my pussy out. She’d taken one of those small bullet vibrators and started to use it on me. I screamed and moaned as cars drove past us, and I even caught the reflection of Jackson in the rearview mirror. I wondered if he was already getting hard seeing his woman bury her face between the legs of a college girl, and I smiled at him. 

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