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Bedtime story for kinky1foranother  

BountyShared 59M/57F  
35 posts
5/20/2021 12:51 pm
Bedtime story for kinky1foranother


For the first time in over a year, and fully-vaccinated, I found myself mask-less and in line for lunch at a local eatery that had been a regular spot for me and my hubby.

Except today, I was alone. My hubby was back on the road making hay to afford my life of leisure. I missed him but I wasn’t gonna forego the culinary delights and potent adult beverages I’d been longing for.

was a brilliant summer day, warm and breezy, with a cloudless sky, and not yet too humid for comfort.

I spent the better part of morning basking in the sun on the sparsely populated beach until my grumbling tummy began to drown out the waves. Time to satisfy my graving.

My one-size too small bikini showcased my COVID-bod sculped by daily yoga studio and miles of pounding the pavement, revealing just enough of my tight butt and perky B-cups to turn heads but not too much to turn the jailor’s key.

I pulled on my semi-sheer cover-up with plunging sides that nicely framed by bouncing boobs down to my hips, the ties of my bikini bottoms rising above the bottom of the arm holes.

The restaurant was surprisingly busy, or not, given everyone’s rediscovered sense of freedom, so finding a table for one might have been a problem until an attractive older man waved to the hostess and pointed at an empty chair at his table. He was alone too. What luck.

She asked me discretely if I wanted to join him otherwise it would a 45-minute wait. Decision made.

He greeted me warmly like we’d known each other for years. Other patrons around us may have confused him for my hubby or boyfriend, we appeared to be intimates.

And he was a good guesser too. My favorite cocktail arrived minutes later, followed by his joking apology that he wasn’t being presumptuous, just hoping to quench my thirst.

The ice-cold booze found the bottom of my empty stomach with a splash that rebounded up my spine with an instantly warming buzz. My new friend made quite a good impression.

We ate and drank (a lot) and laughed and shared stories and began showing pictures on our phones, he was a charmer.

After my third Margarita, I somehow found myself sitting next to him, having moved from my original seat with the table between us.

From his vantage point, he now had an unobstructed view of my abs and belly through the open side of my cover-up. And with each burst of laughter, my little titties danced on my chest under the thin fabric.

He playfully tugged at the tie of my bikini bottom, jokingly cautioning me about not getting that bow accidentally caught on anything or I might inadvertently<b> expose </font></b>myself.

Twirling the tie with his index finger, his seemingly unintentional light caress of my bare upper thigh crease sent a spark jolting through me. Unexpectedly, I felt a twinge of arousal. My pussy moistening with approval.

I thanked him for concern and redirected his finger back to phone. His hands were large and strong. My delicate fingers instinctively grasping and encircling his thick digit as I guided his hand back above the table.

Another uncontrolled shudder of arousal sent a ripple of goosebumps across my skin. My nipples crinkled into little spears, tenting the triangles of my bikini top.

With both hands back on his phone, he began scrolling through countless pictures, in search of a specific one to show me. I leaned into his shoulder and watched the blur of images rolling under his finger.

What was that? I asked to him to scroll back. The image passed by so quickly, I thought I recognized something, but I wasn’t sure.

Seizing the moment, he abruptly asked “Truth or Dare?”

His eyes dropped my eyes to my heaving chest. Why was I suddenly breathing so heavily? A sheen of perspiration burst forth, my skin glistening in the sunshine. Unexpectedly self-conscious and nervous, I chose Dare, not wanting to affirm the question I suspected was on his mind.

“Untie your bikini” he instructed me with a tone of certainty of my compliance.
I reached under my cover-up and tugged at the bow behind my back, and then combing my fingers through my hair, I sneakily pulled the bow loose at the back of my neck. My top loosened and the triangles covering my boobs pulled away, dropped down a bit but hung up on my hardened nipples.

He smiled at willingness, but clarified, “Your bottoms, not your top.” And his eyes again dropped from my eyes to bow-tie on my hip.

We were sitting under an umbrella, tucked away in the corner of the outside patio. We both faced a sea of tables and umbrellas, our table between us and next nearest ones.

My Margarita buzz emboldened my risqué proclivities and I was already feeling randy and my juices were dampening the narrow swarth of fabric covering my pussy lips, so I invited him to tug away.

Unlike my top, which stayed pretty much in place, once my bottoms were untied, he hooked finger under the loosened strings and slowly and deliberately pulled them up and away until they slipped apart falling from his finger.

Instinctively, I crossed my legs to keep my bottoms from sagging down between my knees. When it appeared that no one was looking our direction, I discreetly wadded-up the crumpled fabric into a ball and tucked it away in my beach bag, for my top.

So, I sat in a busy outdoor restaurant wearing an open-sided cover-up that exposed my torso from shoulders to my hip creases. I felt deliciously naughty. I scooted in closer to him, to provide some more coverage and to get a better of his phone.

Now for the Truth I sought.

He scrolled back and opened the photo for me to inspect.

I squinted and leaned in to get a better view, enlarging the image with my spreading fingers.

His hand dropped to my thigh and began caressing it and moving his exploring fingers closer to the hem of my cover-up with each pass.

Unwittingly, I readjusted myself, leaning back in my seat and parting my knees.
His hand dropped down between legs, cupping the back of my thigh, and tracing its way up and inward toward my inner thigh, brushing my closely trimmed pubic hair with his extended finger back to the top of my thigh.

A rush of sensation caused me to twist in my seat, my eye lids fluttering.
I stared at the image.

It looked like an ol’ skool coin operated pony ride, except it wasn’t. was no pony head and in the center of the saddle was a peg sticking straight up. A BIG peg. My pussy gushed, leaving a wet spot on my cover-up.

Almost simultaneously, his hand cupped my pussy, his middle finger parting my slickened and swollen lips from top to bottom, finding my hole, entering me, as his thumb rubbed my clit. I shuddered again, my nipples almost piercing the gauzy cover-up.

“Truth or Dare?” he whispered, nuzzling my ear, adding his index finger to the one jamming deeply into me, the two curling upward, pressing my G-spot.
Either way we both knew what was cumming next, “Truth” I croaked.

“Do you want to go for a ride?”

I sucked my lower lip into my mouth, biting down on it, trying hold back my oncoming orgasm, and nodded my consent obediently.

To be continued?

HAMONMAN 64M
13128 posts
5/20/2021 4:33 pm

hey it worked !


kinky1foranother 65M  
6 posts
5/20/2021 8:22 pm

Oh wow...this gentleman you describe sounds a lot like myself. People always tell after we meet that they feel like we have known each other for years. I am loving the description of your bikini and shear cover up sounds so dam hot. mmmm I can't wait for the rest of the story.


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