Fleeing (explicit content)
Posted: March 10th, 2022, 5:48 am
Jan felt exhilarated. Her heart was still pumping hard from the dash from his house. She smiled to herself as she wondered whether his wife had seen her duck out the back patio and down the side of the house. The morning air was cold with a crispness that comes before the sun has fully risen. She was sure the young man in the bus shelter with her suspected something of her behaviour. A woman dressed in stilettos and a red plastic mack with thick makeup on must sureLy be on the game. Little did he know that she was naked underneath; literally the only garment to hand was his wife’s raincoat hanging in the hallway as Jan nipped quickly down the stairs starkers, gripping onLy her purse and patent leather shoes. Jan wondered if Shelia had noticed the missing mac as she entered seconds after Jan had exited into the rear garden, still fully unclothed as she wrestled her arm into the cold, soft, shiny material of the red sleeve.
“Is there a gap between the poppers? Can he see bare flesh?”, Jan wondered as her eyes met his, and he returned a weak smile. SureLy he noticed her hard nipples pressing against the slightly tight thin vinyl material? The man was very good looking, probably half her age, wearing jeans and a white tee shirt under, what she assumed was, a PVC bomber jacket - he didn’t look like the sort of person who could afford real leather. She dug her hands into the pockets. Her left hand cradled her small purse, but her right was free to push the slippery material over her shaved pussy provocativeLy. The thrill of almost being caught was very exciting, but Dan’s wife’s car pulled into the drive just as he came, but Jan was still moments from orgasm, so now she wanted closure. She needed that young man to fuck her, there, in the bus stop, now. After all he would have full access to her wet vagina by simply lifting the plastic raincoat.
She smiled at the man and winked a “come here big boy”, wink. She could see a wave of realisation cross his face. “I could get used to being fucked in a plastic raincoat”, she thought as she gave a little moan when his manhood slipped in to her.
“Is there a gap between the poppers? Can he see bare flesh?”, Jan wondered as her eyes met his, and he returned a weak smile. SureLy he noticed her hard nipples pressing against the slightly tight thin vinyl material? The man was very good looking, probably half her age, wearing jeans and a white tee shirt under, what she assumed was, a PVC bomber jacket - he didn’t look like the sort of person who could afford real leather. She dug her hands into the pockets. Her left hand cradled her small purse, but her right was free to push the slippery material over her shaved pussy provocativeLy. The thrill of almost being caught was very exciting, but Dan’s wife’s car pulled into the drive just as he came, but Jan was still moments from orgasm, so now she wanted closure. She needed that young man to fuck her, there, in the bus stop, now. After all he would have full access to her wet vagina by simply lifting the plastic raincoat.
She smiled at the man and winked a “come here big boy”, wink. She could see a wave of realisation cross his face. “I could get used to being fucked in a plastic raincoat”, she thought as she gave a little moan when his manhood slipped in to her.