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Sex is one of the needs adult human have right along with breathing, eating, & drinking. Nothing about it is dirty. Bby abusing it.
ut you can make filthy

 

Great video, both very passionate! Would be just as hot with the girls and 2 guys on the other side as well!

 

I was having a look through some old stuff I have posted here, both under RC ( some of you will remember ) and more recent stuff and came upon this.

Yes it turned me on again thinking about it and I began to think about writing a sort story on this one ( fictional of course ).

I have just read the Public Sex thread, so it all seems kind of appropriate ( or not ) LOL .. Rita would be pretty old now but the thought of her being fingered or fucked as she worked still works for me as fantasies go

Anyway I have re posted ( edited ) below.

 

I will could tell about the nights I headed to an all night cafe when I couldn't sleep.

I could tell you about regulars there and the characters who dropped in and out, but it is Rita who I want to talk to you most about.

Rita who worked there and whose 'boyfriend' would stop by to 'keep her company'. She told me how he would play with her behind the counter and she told me how sometimes he would slip inside her while she pretended nothing at all was happening.

I always found that so hot. The idea of being fucked gently from behind like that. It wasn't like the cafe was filled with people, a couple drunks asleep. There might be one or two regulars who minded their own business and were too preoccupied to pay that much attention as Ritas Boyfriend cupped her breasts, and pulled her uniform skirt up and yanked her panties down.

Imagining how that must have felt always made me so wet. Sometimes I went home and got off, pretending I was Rita, imagining his cock pushing into me from behind, gently fucking me so as not to draw attention as I played with paper napkins or pretended to read the 'funnies' in the paper.

I met her BF one time, he was sitting on a stool behind the counter at one end. He was tall dark skinned, handsome even but a whole lot younger than Rita was.

I didn't get it, but I guess she was lonely and everyone needs someone.

 

There is a problem with having the biggest of crushes on someone you are sure is taken. The problem is even worse when you cannot feel 100% sure that they are in a relationship or not and it becomes even worse when you feel that perhaps the object of your affection might feel the same.

That desperation to reach out and touch them or kiss them and then you slam the brakes on because do anything else would just be plain wrong.

ha is how it was with Shona. I was sure she and Aspen were an item, although they never said as much. But from the first day of meeting Shona something happened inside me that crater size hole which opens up in your soul when you meet someone who you feel so aligned with, and the pain that hole leaves when you know you could never be with that person.

Shona was tall and slim. she had the most beautiful brown eyes and olive coloured skin which she inherited from her Israeli mother and long perfectly straight ark hair which fell to her waist.

I did get a glimpse of Shona though, just once and came achingly close to holding her. Shona had invited me out to her parents house in The Hamptons. Aspen for some reason didn't come along and although we flirted a little it never went any further than the mild. Shona would occasionally reach out her hand and touch my bare hand or lean lightly against my shoulder before withdrawing again leaving me feeling confused and saddened that the moment hadn't lasted longer.

It was Sunday morning when Shona turned up in my room. She sat next to me on the bed and we chatted about this and that. Shona was wearing a robe but her robe had undone itself slightly and lying on the bed and with Shona in profile I caught the glimpse of her breast and just for a second the glimpse of her large dark brown areola.

I could feel the sensation in my heart and in the pit of my stomach, whirling around with such ferocity that I thought I could actually be ill

Shona pulled he robe too without saying anything and leaving me with just the memory and looked at me smiled. then she leant down and brushed some strands of my hair from my face and we gazed into each others eyes, our lips inches apart and an almost uncontrollable desperation flaming up inside me to kiss her.

Just as my mind was contemplating the unthinkable Shona withdrew, standing up and tightening the cord which held her robe. " Do you want breakfast " she smiled, I nodded, and with that she sashayed out of my room the shape of her ass clearly visible under the silky fabric.

Then she was gone

 

I have a whole collection
Of a ho selection
With that whole selection
Of my ho collection

 

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