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09 Ekim 2023, 20:56
Friends in the Booth
From the time I told Melissa about my adventure at the adult bookstore, which led to being blackmailed by a coworker, she had been relentless in trying to get me go with her to check out the store.
"But Kirsten...I can't go alone!" Melissa whined.
I leaned back against the sink as I dried some dishes. "Get Jordan to take you."
She stuck her lips out in a mock pout, "He'll go, but...I don't want to be the only girl there...come on..."
For those of you not following along with my sexual journey, I'm Kirsten. I'm twenty-five years old, a true ginger - not flaming red, but still. I stand about 5'2"/5'3", and I weigh between 130 and 135. I've been working hard to drop a few pounds, and I am finally seeing some results. Attractiveness is hard to judge for yourself, but I've been told I'm sort of girl next door cute. Critically cute as someone told me once.
Melissa. Now she's super cute. Natural blonde, a little taller and a little thinner than I am, perky breasts, and a killer smile.
"Melissa....you know what happened last time..." I sighed. My last adult bookstore encounter resulted in being discovered by a co-worker who happened to be among the group of men who had fucked me. A co-worker that had blackmailed me into having sex with him and a friend. I was trying to avoid a repeat of that experience.
She moved over next to me, running her hand along my side and over my hip. Her lips brushed against my neck as I sighed, "...come on...we can find some other place where things would be cool.."
I moaned as I turned to kiss her. When she was through with me, as we cuddled naked in bed, our limbs intwined, I gave in.
The text from Melissa came just a few days later: Free this weekend?
After quickly figuring out that I could put off most of what I needed to do I replied: Sure. What's up.
A few minutes later, she responded: Found our place - got a room for the night so we don't have to drive back.
I grinned as it finally dawned on me what she was referring to: U sure about this?
:Yep
:Jordon's in?
:He's been hard the last two days just thinking about it!
Laughing I sent back my reply: Then I'm in.
Time slowed down, making Thursday and Friday torture at work. Finally, quitting time rolled around, and I rushed home to get ready before my friends came by to pick me up. All week I had been trying to decide what to wear. As usual, I wanted to give off an innocent, but not unapproachable, vibe, and I wanted to stay away from anything that looked too slutty. I settled on a nice fitting pair of black jeans over a black thong. I pulled on a plain white "boyfriend tee" from Victoria Secrets, topping that off with a short, cropped jacket. As I checked myself out, I thought I looked rather sassy with my new shorter haircut.
By the time I was throwing a few last minute items in my overnight duffle (my Rabbit made the final last minute cut), the doorbell was chiming. I grabbed my bag, and opened the door.
Melissa was grinning ear to ear. "Ready?"
"Let's go!"
I followed her down the stairs admiring her look. A black knit dress, scoop neck, and flats. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail that was really very cute.
She turned to look back at me and giggled, "Jordan's hard as a fucking rock! BEGGED me to blow him on the drive over!"
"..and...?"
"He's still suffering!"
"You are such a bitch!" I laughed as I opened the back passenger door, tossing my bag across the seat. "Hey Jordan!"
Jordan looked back at me with a pained look on his face, "Don't you want to ride shotgun?"
I pouted at him, "But Jordan, if I did that, your raging hard on might tempt me to do something unsafe..."
Melissa laughed and jumped into the front seat. "Don't worry baby. We'll take very good care of you later." She squeezed the obvious bulge in his jeans as Jordan groaned.
For the next hour and half, Jordan was a good sport as Melissa and I teased him without mercy. His only response was, "You girls just wait...what goes around..."
We pulled up to our hotel, and checked into the room around 8:00 pm. Melissa was eager to go, but Jordan and I argued for drinks at the bar to help us relax. It was her turn to groan in frustration, "Come on guys! I'm ready now!"
I sided with Jordan, and we hit the bar. After a couple glasses of wine, I was feeling good. Melissa was obviously horny and beyond ready to go. Jordan pulled out his phone, looked up directions to the bookstore, and paid our tab. Melissa crawled into the back seat with me much to Jordan's dismay, and we made out as our driver made his way to our destination.
Melissa moaned as I slid my hand under her dress, lightly running my fingers up her thighs. My fingertips circled her clit, then trailed down along her slit. She gasped as I inserted a finger slowly into her wet pussy.
"Jordan..." I teased, looking at him as he caught quick glances at us in the rearview mirror. "She's so fucking wet..." I whispered, as Melissa slowly merter escort (https://waboleb.info/istanbul/merter-escort/) ground her pussy against my hand.
"...You guys suck...." He muttered under his breath.
In about 20 minutes, he announced that we had arrived, and Melissa and I pulled ourselves apart.
Almost a dozen cars were scattered throughout the parking lot that surrounded the one story building. A simple neon sign hung over the door.
Jordan parked and turned to look back at us, "So how do you want to do this? All go in together? Or maybe separate?"
I just shrugged, looking toward Melissa. Her forehead wrinkled as she gave it some thought, "Why don't you go in first Jordan. You can check it out just to see what it's like. If it's cool, text me. Then Kirsten and I can play 'two girls checking out the dirty bookstore'." She looked from me to Jordan, "What do you think."
I smiled, "Sounds good to me."
Jordan was grinning like the village idiot, "Ok. Sounds like plan."
He stepped out of the car, but before closing the door, he poked his head back in, "And keep your fingers out of my wife's pussy for just a LITTLE while, ok?"
We laughed as we watched Jordan walk across the asphalt and enter the building.
"Nervous?"
Melissa just nodded.
About the time we were thinking that something might be wrong, the text came through: Cool place. Number of guys creeping around. Think you'll like it.
I slipped off my jacket, leaving it on the seat as we both took a deep breath and headed toward the door.
The outer door opened into a fairly large room that was similar to the other bookstore I had visited. Display counters to the right, and what I would call an S
From the time I told Melissa about my adventure at the adult bookstore, which led to being blackmailed by a coworker, she had been relentless in trying to get me go with her to check out the store.
"But Kirsten...I can't go alone!" Melissa whined.
I leaned back against the sink as I dried some dishes. "Get Jordan to take you."
She stuck her lips out in a mock pout, "He'll go, but...I don't want to be the only girl there...come on..."
For those of you not following along with my sexual journey, I'm Kirsten. I'm twenty-five years old, a true ginger - not flaming red, but still. I stand about 5'2"/5'3", and I weigh between 130 and 135. I've been working hard to drop a few pounds, and I am finally seeing some results. Attractiveness is hard to judge for yourself, but I've been told I'm sort of girl next door cute. Critically cute as someone told me once.
Melissa. Now she's super cute. Natural blonde, a little taller and a little thinner than I am, perky breasts, and a killer smile.
"Melissa....you know what happened last time..." I sighed. My last adult bookstore encounter resulted in being discovered by a co-worker who happened to be among the group of men who had fucked me. A co-worker that had blackmailed me into having sex with him and a friend. I was trying to avoid a repeat of that experience.
She moved over next to me, running her hand along my side and over my hip. Her lips brushed against my neck as I sighed, "...come on...we can find some other place where things would be cool.."
I moaned as I turned to kiss her. When she was through with me, as we cuddled naked in bed, our limbs intwined, I gave in.
The text from Melissa came just a few days later: Free this weekend?
After quickly figuring out that I could put off most of what I needed to do I replied: Sure. What's up.
A few minutes later, she responded: Found our place - got a room for the night so we don't have to drive back.
I grinned as it finally dawned on me what she was referring to: U sure about this?
:Yep
:Jordon's in?
:He's been hard the last two days just thinking about it!
Laughing I sent back my reply: Then I'm in.
Time slowed down, making Thursday and Friday torture at work. Finally, quitting time rolled around, and I rushed home to get ready before my friends came by to pick me up. All week I had been trying to decide what to wear. As usual, I wanted to give off an innocent, but not unapproachable, vibe, and I wanted to stay away from anything that looked too slutty. I settled on a nice fitting pair of black jeans over a black thong. I pulled on a plain white "boyfriend tee" from Victoria Secrets, topping that off with a short, cropped jacket. As I checked myself out, I thought I looked rather sassy with my new shorter haircut.
By the time I was throwing a few last minute items in my overnight duffle (my Rabbit made the final last minute cut), the doorbell was chiming. I grabbed my bag, and opened the door.
Melissa was grinning ear to ear. "Ready?"
"Let's go!"
I followed her down the stairs admiring her look. A black knit dress, scoop neck, and flats. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail that was really very cute.
She turned to look back at me and giggled, "Jordan's hard as a fucking rock! BEGGED me to blow him on the drive over!"
"..and...?"
"He's still suffering!"
"You are such a bitch!" I laughed as I opened the back passenger door, tossing my bag across the seat. "Hey Jordan!"
Jordan looked back at me with a pained look on his face, "Don't you want to ride shotgun?"
I pouted at him, "But Jordan, if I did that, your raging hard on might tempt me to do something unsafe..."
Melissa laughed and jumped into the front seat. "Don't worry baby. We'll take very good care of you later." She squeezed the obvious bulge in his jeans as Jordan groaned.
For the next hour and half, Jordan was a good sport as Melissa and I teased him without mercy. His only response was, "You girls just wait...what goes around..."
We pulled up to our hotel, and checked into the room around 8:00 pm. Melissa was eager to go, but Jordan and I argued for drinks at the bar to help us relax. It was her turn to groan in frustration, "Come on guys! I'm ready now!"
I sided with Jordan, and we hit the bar. After a couple glasses of wine, I was feeling good. Melissa was obviously horny and beyond ready to go. Jordan pulled out his phone, looked up directions to the bookstore, and paid our tab. Melissa crawled into the back seat with me much to Jordan's dismay, and we made out as our driver made his way to our destination.
Melissa moaned as I slid my hand under her dress, lightly running my fingers up her thighs. My fingertips circled her clit, then trailed down along her slit. She gasped as I inserted a finger slowly into her wet pussy.
"Jordan..." I teased, looking at him as he caught quick glances at us in the rearview mirror. "She's so fucking wet..." I whispered, as Melissa slowly merter escort (https://waboleb.info/istanbul/merter-escort/) ground her pussy against my hand.
"...You guys suck...." He muttered under his breath.
In about 20 minutes, he announced that we had arrived, and Melissa and I pulled ourselves apart.
Almost a dozen cars were scattered throughout the parking lot that surrounded the one story building. A simple neon sign hung over the door.
Jordan parked and turned to look back at us, "So how do you want to do this? All go in together? Or maybe separate?"
I just shrugged, looking toward Melissa. Her forehead wrinkled as she gave it some thought, "Why don't you go in first Jordan. You can check it out just to see what it's like. If it's cool, text me. Then Kirsten and I can play 'two girls checking out the dirty bookstore'." She looked from me to Jordan, "What do you think."
I smiled, "Sounds good to me."
Jordan was grinning like the village idiot, "Ok. Sounds like plan."
He stepped out of the car, but before closing the door, he poked his head back in, "And keep your fingers out of my wife's pussy for just a LITTLE while, ok?"
We laughed as we watched Jordan walk across the asphalt and enter the building.
"Nervous?"
Melissa just nodded.
About the time we were thinking that something might be wrong, the text came through: Cool place. Number of guys creeping around. Think you'll like it.
I slipped off my jacket, leaving it on the seat as we both took a deep breath and headed toward the door.
The outer door opened into a fairly large room that was similar to the other bookstore I had visited. Display counters to the right, and what I would call an S