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The thought of an old college professor of mine connecting with me after 20-something years, when he's in my town. We meet for drinks and both loosen up quite a bit. He eventually places his hand on my thigh and tells me that his wife died several years ago and he just longs to feel a soft, wet, pussy again. I indulge him and allow him to rub me under the table. He does and cums in his pants almost immediately.

We go out to my car, which has very dark windows, and he eats me in the back seat until I cum on his bearded face.
 
TnA4U said:
The thought of an old college professor of mine connecting with me after 20-something years, when he's in my town. We meet for drinks and both loosen up quite a bit. He eventually places his hand on my thigh and tells me that his wife died several years ago and he just longs to feel a soft, wet, pussy again. I indulge him and allow him to rub me under the table. He does and cums in his pants almost immediately.

We go out to my car, which has very dark windows, and he eats me in the back seat until I cum on his bearded face.
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This is a fantasy uh
 
For some reason, got into viewing pics and clips of Sandra Otterson of Wifeys World, this morning and as much as I get turned on watching her work a cock, how I would love to have her in a hotel room for a few hours to myself for girl girl sex before our guys come in
 
Thoughts about my favorite Lit man... we're spooned up on the couch together watching football. His hands are draped over my breasts, one from under my body and one from over the top.

Second quarter and I'm finding the game a bit boring and his warmth quite alluring, so I begin to gently rub my ass against his crotch. I know better than to become too demanding while he watches the TV, but it's difficult to restrain myself when I get to feeling this way. He ignores me at first until my nipples stiffen. I feel the palms of his big strong hands lightly brush against my nipples. His callouses catch on them, making them tingle all the more. He loves to remain nonchalant as he turns me on. Or maybe he just does it subconsciously. I don't know.

Three more minutes until halftime. I feel his cock growing behind me and his fingers pinch my nipples as he shouts at the TV. Each new play has him twisting them and pulling my breasts away from my body with enthusiastic or enraged shouts. My pussy is tingling.

Fuck. Two minute warning. Wait, he nuzzles my neck and starts kissing me. His hands massage and sink into my full soft breasts. I adore his attention and relax to soak it in while I can. My nipples are at full alert and my pussy is growing wet.

One more minute. God damned time out! I want him now. As his anxiety over the game builds, his hands aggressively squeeze my tits, rolling and pulling my stiff nipples once more. His cock is fully erect and pressing into my ass. He can fuck me right now. My pussy is fully prepared to take him.

How long can '40 seconds remaining' possibly be dragged out? I'm grinding back against him and I feel his heart beating against my back. Is it me getting him excited or the ball on the 3 yard line? I want to feel his hand between my legs, but I know better than to become too insistent.

God damn fucking finally! Half-time and my pussy is positively dripping. He rolls me over to my back and climbs on top of me. (I love this part - it's very possessive.) No words, just the announcer and a bunch of commercials in the background. He doesn't delay in removing my sweatpants and my wet panties. He always snickers a bit when he finds my panties soaked. I call it his, "You're such a needy little fucktoy" smirk. But, I can't deny that he's right.

He wraps his hand around his thick cock and pumps it a couple time to excite me even more. Precum leaks from his massive manhood. Then he lifts one of my legs over the back of the couch and bends my other at the knee. He's going to fuck me deep, I can tell. In this moment, I am overwhelmed with lust tinged with just the slightest apprehension.

All that stress over the last couple minutes of the half. All the excitement over his team scoring has led to pent up energy. I intend to fully exploit it.

He enters me slowly because he savors the feeling of warmth as my pussy engulfs and envelopes his throbbing cock. And he lingers for a moment once he's fully entered me. I lay still for that minute, enjoying his momentary vulnerability. Then he withdraws quickly. I can always tell what kind of fucking I'm going to get by the speed with which he withdraws. It's going to be a fast, hard, pounding this time. I move my hips to match his speed and provide him the best fuck I can. He deserves it and it serves me, too. It's clear though, that this one is for him not me. He's going to fuck me hard to ensure he gets off before the second half starts and to make sure I'm sufficiently worn out and won't bother him again when the game gets intense.

Jokes on him, though. By the third quarter I'm going to want more.
 
TnA4U said:
Thoughts about my favorite Lit man... we're spooned up on the couch together watching football. His hands are draped over my breasts, one from under my body and one from over the top.

Second quarter and I'm finding the game a bit boring and his warmth quite alluring, so I begin to gently rub my ass against his crotch. I know better than to become too demanding while he watches the TV, but it's difficult to restrain myself when I get to feeling this way. He ignores me at first until my nipples stiffen. I feel the palms of his big strong hands lightly brush against my nipples. His callouses catch on them, making them tingle all the more. He loves to remain nonchalant as he turns me on. Or maybe he just does it subconsciously. I don't know.

Three more minutes until halftime. I feel his cock growing behind me and his fingers pinch my nipples as he shouts at the TV. Each new play has him twisting them and pulling my breasts away from my body with enthusiastic or enraged shouts. My pussy is tingling.

Fuck. Two minute warning. Wait, he nuzzles my neck and starts kissing me. His hands massage and sink into my full soft breasts. I adore his attention and relax to soak it in while I can. My nipples are at full alert and my pussy is growing wet.

One more minute. God damned time out! I want him now. As his anxiety over the game builds, his hands aggressively squeeze my tits, rolling and pulling my stiff nipples once more. His cock is fully erect and pressing into my ass. He can fuck me right now. My pussy is fully prepared to take him.

How long can '40 seconds remaining' possibly be dragged out? I'm grinding back against him and I feel his heart beating against my back. Is it me getting him excited or the ball on the 3 yard line? I want to feel his hand between my legs, but I know better than to become too insistent.

God damn fucking finally! Half-time and my pussy is positively dripping. He rolls me over to my back and climbs on top of me. (I love this part - it's very possessive.) No words, just the announcer and a bunch of commercials in the background. He doesn't delay in removing my sweatpants and my wet panties. He always snickers a bit when he finds my panties soaked. I call it his, "You're such a needy little fucktoy" smirk. But, I can't deny that he's right.

He wraps his hand around his thick cock and pumps it a couple time to excite me even more. Precum leaks from his massive manhood. Then he lifts one of my legs over the back of the couch and bends my other at the knee. He's going to fuck me deep, I can tell. In this moment, I am overwhelmed with lust tinged with just the slightest apprehension.

All that stress over the last couple minutes of the half. All the excitement over his team scoring has led to pent up energy. I intend to fully exploit it.

He enters me slowly because he savors the feeling of warmth as my pussy engulfs and envelopes his throbbing cock. And he lingers for a moment once he's fully entered me. I lay still for that minute, enjoying his momentary vulnerability. Then he withdraws quickly. I can always tell what kind of fucking I'm going to get by the speed with which he withdraws. It's going to be a fast, hard, pounding this time. I move my hips to match his speed and provide him the best fuck I can. He deserves it and it serves me, too. It's clear though, that this one is for him not me. He's going to fuck me hard to ensure he gets off before the second half starts and to make sure I'm sufficiently worn out and won't bother him again when the game gets intense.

Jokes on him, though. By the third quarter I'm going to want more.
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Fuck that's hot!
 
thinking about my ex, thinking about the time we had sex on her sofa and were surprised to see the top deck of a bus stopped at traffic lights looking in on us!
such a turn on for us both and lead to amazing sex!

always gets me hard thinking about her
 
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