Teen Blonde Exposes Her tits And Stockings In Public from
Pantyhose In Public
Teen Blonde Exposes Her tits And Stockings In Public from
Pantyhose In Public
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mate of mine came across a website that you can place ads for adult services. He told me about it so I checked it out for myself. Just to try it out, I placed an ad looking for a young lady 18-22 yrs willing to dress up as a French Maid for fetish, please send picture of yourself. Couple of days later I noticed that I got a reply back. A 21 year-old girl named Megan sent me a hot picture of herself in a black PVC French Maid outfit. Surprised, I was talking to her in a chat room.
“I love dressing up in sexy outfits, it’s so much fun.” Megan told me.
“You look hot in your picture Megan, I can’t stop looking at it.”
“Thanks Matt, you sound like a nice guy. How about we arrange a time?”
“Sure this weekend looks good, Saturday night at 7pm?” Just at the top of my head.
“Sounds good Matt! Can I ask you something as a favor?”
“What’s that Megan…?”
“I always wanted to try a gangbang with four guys. I’ll still dress up as a French Maid for you guys.”
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We had rented a beach house for two weeks and intended to visit a few interesting places in the north. No more talk about the nude beach. I hadn’t thought a single thought about dogging until I one day at the gas station met Michael, who of some unexplained strange reason was the most successful pussy hound in my Motor Club.
He greeted me with a big smile and said, “I didn’t know that you and Lena had gotten so modern habits that you’ve began with dogging. Looks fun, can I join you next time?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Hi Mr. Sunshine, don’t pretend to fool an old friend.”
“What the hell do you mean?”
“I’ve seen the pictures of Lena and you at the dogging site on the net?”
I was totally dumbfounded and said, “You got to be totally wrong. It must be somebody else who looks like us and your imagination did the rest. We have never been at any dogging. That’s for sure.”
“Oh my dear friend, I can’t bet any money that it is you but I can bet a full tank of gasoline that it is Lena. Go home and look at the net and then come here and pay my gas bill.”
“I’ll take the bet and expect my bill be paid tomorrow.”
“Sorry old friend, it’s not my fault if Lena is there with somebody else. That’s not the question in this matter,” he chuckled as he walked away.
I went home, found the dogging site, logged in for a membership and had to wait a long half hour before I got my password and got to the pictures. It was even worse than expected. Though she had a blonde wig and sunglasses it was no doubt that it was my wife Lena who was fucked in several positions wearing her sheer sexy pantyhose by what seemed to be two different men of almost the same size.
The photos didn’t show the men’s heads and I think the one who had published those photos had used some editing program to fix some extra sun tan on them. It was the tattooed green and bright red spider on Lena’s left bottom, well visible on several photos, which took away all my doubts that it was my wife Lena who got fucked in her pantyhose on that sunny beach surrounded by naked spectators.
I felt like I had been hit in the head with a baseball bat. The feeling got even worse when I understood why Michael had been able to recognize Lena. He had done it by the only possible way. He had seen her naked before and recognized her bright tattooed spider.
Now I guess I should admit I have a weakness for older office women. I like older women who have a sense of style and manage to keep themselves slim and who still take pride in their appearance.
When Mona comes to work everyday she is by far the best dressed woman in my office and with her high heels she wears and the pearl necklace she wears around her neck she always looks as if she should be a politician’s wife or the wife of a rich, successful businessman.
From what I know of Mona’s background she spent her youth being a “party girl” which was how described her 20’s and 30’s but that at a certain time she got serious with her life and went to school to learn how to become a secretary.
My sexual relationship with Mona began when she was taking shorthand in my office and volunteered to rub my shoulders after I complain of being stiff from playing tennis over the weekend.
Now I swear I never thought in a million years that anything sexual would happen when I allowed Mona to rub my shoulders, but then again since I’m always thinking about sex it shouldn’t have surprise me that sex did occur/
My secretary laid her hands on my shoulders and began to give me a gentle massage. I felt like I was in heaven but what really started turning me on were hearing the words she spoke. How she called me baby. How she said I was a handsome man and that I had nice, soft skin.
Mona began by rubbing my shoulders but then she started rubbing my chest and my belly. All the while she kept whispering that I was her baby and soon she was rubbing my crotch.
“Let’s move to the couch” I then said as I stood up and lead Mona by the hand to the sofa. I laid on my back and Mona got on her knees and after she unzipped me she had my cock out and she started giving it a massage. All the while calling me baby and stroking me in such a way that when I exploded and my cum shot out it was truly one of the best orgasm I have ever had.
Just before Christmas last year, we were all out on our Christmas party; and I had told Natasha to turn up in my favourite outfit of a short skirt, low cut top, silk stockings and leather boots to which she did. I had already told her she was going to get fucked but I wouldn’t tell her who was going to fuck her. On our way between pubs I told her to go into the public toilets just off the high street; I had arranged for 2 of our directors Alan and Bob whom she would not know would be waiting in there for her. They are both 50 years old and I wanted to see just how far Natasha would go with them.
The toilets had been boarded up but were still used by doggers, as Natasha entered her 6 inch fuck me heels made a noise on the concrete floor. As I followed behind her the toilets smelt really bad and I had to cover my nose as our eyes adjusted to the dark and out of the cubicles came the 2 directors.
“Is this her?: Alan asked.
“Yes.” I replied as they approached her.
“Are you really a dirty little bitch?” Alan asked her.
“Sometimes I am.” Natasha replied.
“Well get over here and start sucking this.” Bob said as I saw him pull his cock out.
Natasha walked over and grabbed his cock and started slowly wanking him as they kissed hard and fast just as Alan pulled up Natasha’s skirt and pulled down her black panties pulling them completely off her. Her ass was now totally exposed and he made the most of it licking her ass and moving between her legs to lick her cunt. This set her off right away and she pushed her ass out for Alan to get easy access and I watched as he pushed a finger into her very tight bum hole and then another as he continued licking her. She bent her head down and began to suck Bob’s cock and this gave Alan greater access, and a few seconds later he was pushing his cock against her cunt hole. I heard Natasha gasp and cry out so I guessed Alan had entered her. He began slowly and then gradually built up a very steady rhythm as Natasha was still sucking on Bob’s cock. After a while, they swapped and I heard Natasha cum on Bob’s larger cock just as he told her he was about to cum himself.
“Please don’t cum inside me!” She cried out between thrusts.
He pulled out and pulled open Natasha’s swollen cunt lips, she was very wet and her juices glistened in the moonlight coming through the window. As he held open her cunt lips he held his cock against them and shot his spunk all over her cunt with some hitting the inside of her pussy and some going down her legs and some over his shoe. As he came he shouted at her calling her a dirty slut who loved cock. I know Natasha loves this and told him so.
“You are just a cock hungry slut who loves being used by men in public toilets aren’t you?” Alan shouted at her.
Lucy had been with the company for almost ten years, joining the company after receiving a two-year degree from a junior college. She was well liked and had worked her way up to a senior position in the department, although others had been promoted ahead of her for no apparent reason. Lucy was very professional in her work and with her dealings among fellow employees. No one questioned how she had continually moved up the ladder because of her professionalism and work ethic, while there were questions concerning some whom had received raises and promotions. Everyone in the department would agree that Lucy’s looks didn’t hurt her when promotions were awarded.
She was a very attractive woman, having all of the attributes of a beauty queen. Her work attire was mostly conservative but still managed to accentuate her finest qualities and quantities. What she had was great and there was a lot of what was great. The men in the office did not only notice this, but also the other women knew she was the creme de le crème. Lucy had never heard the talk about her attractiveness but she knew of it. The other women in the office were not jealous of Lucy but they were envious. She was never “in your face” with her beauty, because of the way she dressed. There was never a doubt in anyone’s mind that the men talked about Lucy when they were alone in an office out of hearing range.
At the office she was the professional lady and there was never the slightest hint of mischievousness about her. Outside of the home she was prim and proper, behind closed doors she was every man’s fantasy. She was comfortable with things this way and never intended to allow the two personalities to mix. While at the office she would politely laugh at the slightly dirty jokes and suggestive remarks some of her co-workers would make. However, not to the extent that would give anyone the impression that she really was in to anything like that.
Daisy Dukes” are extremely short, form-fitting, denim cut-off shorts worn by young women, originally in the American South. They were named after the character Daisy Duke (portrayed by actress Catherine Bach) in the early 1980’s American television series, The Dukes of Hazzard.
With the absence of the “Dukes of Hazzard” show, the term would certainly have lost its popularity and meaning without the 1990’s hit song “Dazzey Duks,” by Hip Hop artist Duice. Duice not only revived the term “Daisy Dukes,” but also introduced it to a new generation not aware of the terms origins. From country to urban, Daisy Dukes will always be remembered as “denim short shorts.”
Her butt looks great in those daisy dukes.
After leaving South Carolina, we started home and decided to see how often we could have sex outside on the trip home. I stripped to the skin and he again had only a shirt on as we drove. At practically every rest stop and emergency pull off we saw after dark, we stopped and fucked on the parking area or in the surrounding grassy areas. We did manage to stop and fuck alongside the road in broad daylight but on busy I-95, it’s hard to find a safe place. On one such night stop at a pulloff area with a tractor trailer sitting and idling at one end. We pulled in like a tired motorist and sat there to see if the driver would get out of his truck. We got out of the motor home and spread a blanket on the ground on the roadside of our vehicle. We then got down and fucked ourselves silly with cars driving by on their way to wherever. After we finished, we picked up the blanket and drove on. In one town near an exit, we got off and drove down the street, stopping at a school and picking a dark area of the well groomed lawn. We got out of the motor home and lay on the grass fucking like two high school kids.
On the way home, we ran into a heavy rainstorm and pulled off the interstate to wait it out. My husband knew one of my favorite oddities is to fuck in a rainstorm with the rains beating n our naked bodies. He drove the van slowly along a road parallel to the interstate and found a grassy area with a place to park near it. We parked the van and lay in the grass and had absolutely great sex. Every time lightning would light up the sky, our naked bodies were as visible as during bright daylight. Two cars drove by in the storm but neither one must have seen us in the heavy downpour.
its morning, and back at the office and a bit dozey from too many rushed beers the night before, you notice the new young blonde sexy secretary is late. She hurries in two minutes behind everybody else, and sits at the desk. You wonder if she looks a little flustered, maybe she’s hot from rushing to work, or is she wearing a little more make-up this morning? The phone rings… reality calls.
Later that afternoon you part overhear a private call she makes, was that something about ‘you know I don’t do that kind of work ‘ You wonder what the agency might be offering, but the call is short and the office is noisy.
For the rest of the week she comes in at 9am, says little, still looking hot in her tan nylons and pencil skirt with blouse but still rushes off at lunchtime carrying her big black shoulder bag.
Friday you decide to work late, monthly sales returns to do. You ask if she wants to stay and do a few extra hours, she looks at her watch and politely declines.
The returns take longer than you expect, there’s nothing in the fridge at home, and the thought of going shopping fills you with dread. As you pass, the welcoming glow and familiar hubbub of the wine bar draws you in.
Scantily clad young waitresses work the evening shift. They all know how to tease the punters and have a string of put-downs well rehearsed for every occasion. Over on the stage a hot blonde woman in a white g-string is dancing seductively. You start to relax. she looks familiar