Spunk stained legging exhibitionist xx
I was recently watching a you tube video of an interview with the group pop group ABBA, early on in their careers, and especially the two girls, Agnatha and Anni-Frid, who were wearing very tight and revealing black Lycra legging type slacks, the dark haired one in particular with, what I thought was a quite pronounced camel toe. This set my mind back, to a day trip I’d made with Sandra, a divorcee I was having an affair with, to Worcester and what she’d wore that day.
That particular weekend I was staying over at Sandra’s place, rather than going home to my wife and after the usual obligatory hard morning fuck, as soon as she’d woken up, we’d set off up the M5 on a beautiful crisp spring morning to the lovely cathedral town of Worcester. The reason my memory was twigged by the ABBA interview was that Sandra was wearing a very similar pair of black satin/lycra leggings which left little or nothing to the imagination and was teamed with a white, woollen skin tight polo neck and some strappy white high heels. Sandra could, at times, be a fully paid up member of the exhibitionist’s union and on this day she could probably have ran for leader of the union.
We’d parked up not far from the royal Worcester pottery factory and then walked through to the walkway running alongside the river Severn. Sandra was certainly getting a lot of admiring looks, especially from the male fraternity, as we strolled along, even more so when she’d started pulling her leggings up tight on her pussy. With her slim stunning figure, pert pointed breasts, blond hair piled up Bardot style and her heels, she was a good two or three inches taller than me so you don’t need me to explain why she was attracting so much attention.
The walkway was reasonably busy with people enjoying the warm spring like weather and if you know the area well, you’ll also know that there are a couple of rowing club buildings, fronting the riverside. I could tell by Sandra’s mannerisms that she was getting ‘frisky’, well it had been at least three or four hours since I’d last fucked her, first thing that morning, and, for Sandra and her insatiable sex appetite that was a fairly long time!!! Just after passing one of these rowing club buildings, Sandra pulled me down a narrow alleyway alongside the building and, behind some waste bins, she pulled down her leggings and offered her cunt up to me. As normal Sandra’s pussy was wet, she was permanently wet actually, and it didn’t take me seconds to get a hard on and start fucking her up against the bins. Sandra didn’t give a fuck about what we were doing although, if I remember rightly, i was shit scared that someone would see us. Luckily, Sandra orgasmed within minutes, and surprisingly for her, only moaning, a little, with pleasure rather than her usual screaming, although she did knock a bin over which did make a bit of a row. I didn’t cum but I definitely left Sandras cunt sopping with her juices flowing and her clitoris, which always became extended after arousal, like small penis, thus making her cunt mound all the more blatant in looks.
We carried on walking, up into the town centre, getting more and more glances, again, especially from men staring at Sandra’s crutch, which by now was definitely showing her puffed up cunt, huge camel toed clitoris and the wet staining too, from her pussy juices, but Sandra seemed to thrive on the attention, more so if it was of a sexual nature. I probably should have been a bit more embarrassed but I wasn’t, actually, because as she wasn’t worried, i was quite proud of her and more than happy to have her on my arm and take in the admiring looks as she was seriously gorgeous.
I think we did a bit of retail therapy before ending up in a small tea room in a very narrow street lined with Tudor buildings. There were only two or three other couples in the tearooms which was run by an older, stern looking woman and a young female assistant, probably just out of school with a skirt up around her ass. Sandra was a bit annoyed that I’d not cum earlier when I’d fucked her behind the boat house, in fact she had quite a strop on if I remember rightly. Anyway to cut a long story short, after we’d had our pot of tea, she said she was going to the toilet telling me firmly, to follow after a minute or so, which I did. The toilet was upstairs, up some very narrow rickety stairs too, and unisex and Sandra had already dropped her legging to her knees and was bent over the toilet pan, ass and cunt invitingly on full view. I should mention that Sandra very very rarely wore knickers and today was no exception and partly explains the wet staining on the front of her leggings. Anyway, I gave her a good fucking, this time filling her cunt with a good load of my spunk, Sandra, this time, unfortunately, making a lot more noise than earlier, as she orgasmed on my cock.
When we went down, it was obvious what we’d been up too, all the other customers giving us either scowlers or smiles, apart from the old biddy running the tearoom, who it seemed the whole episode had passed right over. The young girl that we paid though certainly knew and was bright red with embarrassment!!! Of course Sandra’s cunt was even more pronounced and by the time we got back to the car park, my spunk seeping through her leggings, was now drying to a very obvious white stain.
To any normal couple, the day would have been very pleasurable, but Sandra wasn’t finished yet and we stopped in a riverside pub to the south of Tewkesbury for a drink and something to eat, I forget the name of the pub but it was something like the Pump house inn or similar. Sandra liked a glass or two (or more) of wine and it really didn’t take much to get her a bit ‘merry’ which was a godsend for my wallet. We’d sat adjacent to a couple in the restaurant and after the meal rejoined them in the bar to carry on our conversation with them. The guy was a bit too loud and brash for me but Sandra seemed to be hitting it off with him and he definitely couldn’t take his eyes off Sandra’s stained leggings and her crutch. His wife or partner, I never did find out which, was a very pretty petite oriental woman from Thailand, much much younger than her partner, probably only in her late twenties and much more reserved and polite too, thank god!
You can probably see where this is going, well I could as plain as day, that as Sandra got, basically more and more pissed, the eventual happened and before long, with some very despairing looks from his partner, the two of them disappeared out into the car park, his hand already forcing itself down the front of Sandra leggings and she grabbing at his cock through his jeans. Most of the rest of the punters in the bar were a bit aghast but I wasn’t, as I’d seen Sandra do this so many times before, in the past. It turned out his partner wasn’t too put out either as she explained that he was a bit of an animal when it came to sex and at least he wouldn’t, hopefully, be wanting her again that night. Unfortunately I knew that that wouldn’t be the same in my case!!!
They came back about half an hour later, both with big smiles on there faces but Sandra definitely looking ‘well fucked’, quite dishevelled, those leggings and her cunt having definitely had yet another hammering. She was plainly ‘three sheets to the wind’ so we didn’t hang around and i soon had her back in my car where she was soon asleep on the back seat. She didn’t come around until we were nearly back to Sandra’s cottage and before we went in she related what had happened in the car park with the guy from the restaurant. Yes, it turns out that apparently he was a bit of an animal in the sex stakes and not only that had a huge hard cock but also that he definitely knew how to use it. He’d fucked Sandra, firstly over the bonnet of someone’s car but when some car headlights had picked them out, they’d gone into the beer garden fronting the river and he’d taken her a couple of times more, over various tables and chairs, before blasting a huge load of spunk up her cunt, pleasing Sandra no end.
I must confess that hearing Sandra relating her experiences it got me going a bit and by the time we got into the cottage I couldn’t wait to savour her spunk filled cunt and duly fucked her on the living room floor with certainly a lot more fervour than I usually did when using her cunt for carnal pleasure!!!
That particular weekend I was staying over at Sandra’s place, rather than going home to my wife and after the usual obligatory hard morning fuck, as soon as she’d woken up, we’d set off up the M5 on a beautiful crisp spring morning to the lovely cathedral town of Worcester. The reason my memory was twigged by the ABBA interview was that Sandra was wearing a very similar pair of black satin/lycra leggings which left little or nothing to the imagination and was teamed with a white, woollen skin tight polo neck and some strappy white high heels. Sandra could, at times, be a fully paid up member of the exhibitionist’s union and on this day she could probably have ran for leader of the union.
We’d parked up not far from the royal Worcester pottery factory and then walked through to the walkway running alongside the river Severn. Sandra was certainly getting a lot of admiring looks, especially from the male fraternity, as we strolled along, even more so when she’d started pulling her leggings up tight on her pussy. With her slim stunning figure, pert pointed breasts, blond hair piled up Bardot style and her heels, she was a good two or three inches taller than me so you don’t need me to explain why she was attracting so much attention.
The walkway was reasonably busy with people enjoying the warm spring like weather and if you know the area well, you’ll also know that there are a couple of rowing club buildings, fronting the riverside. I could tell by Sandra’s mannerisms that she was getting ‘frisky’, well it had been at least three or four hours since I’d last fucked her, first thing that morning, and, for Sandra and her insatiable sex appetite that was a fairly long time!!! Just after passing one of these rowing club buildings, Sandra pulled me down a narrow alleyway alongside the building and, behind some waste bins, she pulled down her leggings and offered her cunt up to me. As normal Sandra’s pussy was wet, she was permanently wet actually, and it didn’t take me seconds to get a hard on and start fucking her up against the bins. Sandra didn’t give a fuck about what we were doing although, if I remember rightly, i was shit scared that someone would see us. Luckily, Sandra orgasmed within minutes, and surprisingly for her, only moaning, a little, with pleasure rather than her usual screaming, although she did knock a bin over which did make a bit of a row. I didn’t cum but I definitely left Sandras cunt sopping with her juices flowing and her clitoris, which always became extended after arousal, like small penis, thus making her cunt mound all the more blatant in looks.
We carried on walking, up into the town centre, getting more and more glances, again, especially from men staring at Sandra’s crutch, which by now was definitely showing her puffed up cunt, huge camel toed clitoris and the wet staining too, from her pussy juices, but Sandra seemed to thrive on the attention, more so if it was of a sexual nature. I probably should have been a bit more embarrassed but I wasn’t, actually, because as she wasn’t worried, i was quite proud of her and more than happy to have her on my arm and take in the admiring looks as she was seriously gorgeous.
I think we did a bit of retail therapy before ending up in a small tea room in a very narrow street lined with Tudor buildings. There were only two or three other couples in the tearooms which was run by an older, stern looking woman and a young female assistant, probably just out of school with a skirt up around her ass. Sandra was a bit annoyed that I’d not cum earlier when I’d fucked her behind the boat house, in fact she had quite a strop on if I remember rightly. Anyway to cut a long story short, after we’d had our pot of tea, she said she was going to the toilet telling me firmly, to follow after a minute or so, which I did. The toilet was upstairs, up some very narrow rickety stairs too, and unisex and Sandra had already dropped her legging to her knees and was bent over the toilet pan, ass and cunt invitingly on full view. I should mention that Sandra very very rarely wore knickers and today was no exception and partly explains the wet staining on the front of her leggings. Anyway, I gave her a good fucking, this time filling her cunt with a good load of my spunk, Sandra, this time, unfortunately, making a lot more noise than earlier, as she orgasmed on my cock.
When we went down, it was obvious what we’d been up too, all the other customers giving us either scowlers or smiles, apart from the old biddy running the tearoom, who it seemed the whole episode had passed right over. The young girl that we paid though certainly knew and was bright red with embarrassment!!! Of course Sandra’s cunt was even more pronounced and by the time we got back to the car park, my spunk seeping through her leggings, was now drying to a very obvious white stain.
To any normal couple, the day would have been very pleasurable, but Sandra wasn’t finished yet and we stopped in a riverside pub to the south of Tewkesbury for a drink and something to eat, I forget the name of the pub but it was something like the Pump house inn or similar. Sandra liked a glass or two (or more) of wine and it really didn’t take much to get her a bit ‘merry’ which was a godsend for my wallet. We’d sat adjacent to a couple in the restaurant and after the meal rejoined them in the bar to carry on our conversation with them. The guy was a bit too loud and brash for me but Sandra seemed to be hitting it off with him and he definitely couldn’t take his eyes off Sandra’s stained leggings and her crutch. His wife or partner, I never did find out which, was a very pretty petite oriental woman from Thailand, much much younger than her partner, probably only in her late twenties and much more reserved and polite too, thank god!
You can probably see where this is going, well I could as plain as day, that as Sandra got, basically more and more pissed, the eventual happened and before long, with some very despairing looks from his partner, the two of them disappeared out into the car park, his hand already forcing itself down the front of Sandra leggings and she grabbing at his cock through his jeans. Most of the rest of the punters in the bar were a bit aghast but I wasn’t, as I’d seen Sandra do this so many times before, in the past. It turned out his partner wasn’t too put out either as she explained that he was a bit of an animal when it came to sex and at least he wouldn’t, hopefully, be wanting her again that night. Unfortunately I knew that that wouldn’t be the same in my case!!!
They came back about half an hour later, both with big smiles on there faces but Sandra definitely looking ‘well fucked’, quite dishevelled, those leggings and her cunt having definitely had yet another hammering. She was plainly ‘three sheets to the wind’ so we didn’t hang around and i soon had her back in my car where she was soon asleep on the back seat. She didn’t come around until we were nearly back to Sandra’s cottage and before we went in she related what had happened in the car park with the guy from the restaurant. Yes, it turns out that apparently he was a bit of an animal in the sex stakes and not only that had a huge hard cock but also that he definitely knew how to use it. He’d fucked Sandra, firstly over the bonnet of someone’s car but when some car headlights had picked them out, they’d gone into the beer garden fronting the river and he’d taken her a couple of times more, over various tables and chairs, before blasting a huge load of spunk up her cunt, pleasing Sandra no end.
I must confess that hearing Sandra relating her experiences it got me going a bit and by the time we got into the cottage I couldn’t wait to savour her spunk filled cunt and duly fucked her on the living room floor with certainly a lot more fervour than I usually did when using her cunt for carnal pleasure!!!
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