My stalking of the internet continued, and my urges grew stronger and stronger. Most of my spare time was spent on contact sites, two in particular. I established contact with someone who claimed to be the female half of a couple. Her name was apparently Sharon and he was Jeff. I was told they regularly enjoyed swinging , and that recently they had become fascinated tvs and were keen to play with someone like. I had heard all of this sort of thing before , and so I was sceptical. My cynicism, however, was proved misplaced, because after some chatting Sharon provided me with her phone number and suggested I call. I did so, and to my surprise, Sharon turned out to be a reall woman.
A Couple of weeks later , I was driving to their house, freshly shaven all over and my bag of girly stuff in a bag on the passenger seat of the car. On arrival, I knocked the door and was greeted as previously arranged by Sharon. She led me upstairs to the bathroom where I was able to get ready. I really put some effort into the makeup, very slutty heavy dark eyes, full flashes, false nails, the works. I had a nice corset on with a black Basque connected to fish net stockings, a clingy body con dress, long leather stiletto boots, a wavy bouncy blonde wig. I felt incredibly sexy as I tottered down the stairs to join Sharon and Jeff in their living room.
Sharon was a busty, smiley brunette in her late 20s/early 30s and Jeff was a slim fit looking blonde guy who looked a few years older.
As I entered the room, Sharon was complimentary. She stood from the sofa where she was sat next to Jeff and moved to the single armchair opposite. I was invited to sit down. The only space was next to Jeff.
Sharon was all smiles and wide eyes. Jeff was much quieter and I was a little concerned he was not that keen. Sharon led the conversation. They were active swingers, I was told. Sharon was eagerly bisexual, and Jeff had recently become curious, but had never gone beyond that.
Polite conversation flowed, but involved mainly Sharon and I. I was by now getting the feeling this was very much a Sharon led scenario, and was wondering whether to make my excuses and leave.
Sharon stood and said she was going to pour some wine. The wine was in the kitchen fridge, so she left the room. At this point I felt a little uncomfortable as I was sure that Jeff was just not into this scene at all. Hmmm ... this could be awkward!
It was much to my surprise, therefore, that as soon as Sharon left the room, Jeff placed his hand up on my fishnet clad knee and stroked his hand up and down my inner thigh. His breathing was speeding up , and his hand felt trembly. I asked him "Do you like what you feel?", he awkwardly mumbled "Yes, I do", and so I said to him that it would be OK if he let his hand wander further, if he wanted. |
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