Jen’s been a very naughty girl, and she’s only getting started.
She’s dragged her best friend to a Secret Santa party at the local swingers club for a sexy exchange of oral gifts with nameless men. No commitments, just some hot pleasure.
A mix-up puts her in an awkward position; between her friend’s legs. Should she speak up or go down? Either way, everything is about to change.
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EXCERPT:
We stopped at a door about halfway down the hall and I waited for Mary to open it. The room looked pretty much like the hall, but someone had put a throw rug and pillow in front of a black curtain bisecting the room. That was very thoughtful.
I knelt on the pillow and Mary closed the door. Without the diffuse glow of her flashlight, I couldn’t see anything. I took a deep breath and slid the curtain aside.
To my relief, I couldn’t see anything about the man seated in front of me. I smiled and hesitantly reached for his leg. He was a little further away than I expected, so I found his knee first.
I focused on my other senses and found I could hear his breathing quite clearly. It sounded like he was as excited as I was. I ran my hand up a few inches and savored the catch in his breath. His leg was more slender than I’d expected. My unknown gentleman wasn’t a big man. I wondered if his cock would be as petite. That would make it easier for me to take him all the way down my throat.
His skin felt soft and smooth as I caressed it. I found his other leg and it was the same. He’d shaved his legs. That was kind of metrosexual, but that was none of my business.
I leaned forward, kissing him above the knee and breathing in his scent. Cucumbers? Growing a little concerned, I ran my hand up to touch his cock.
He didn’t have one. He was a she.
It came to me in a flash what must’ve happened. Brad and I had both had our numbers on the table. He must’ve picked up mine by mistake. Boy, was he in for a surprise.
The woman surprised me when her hand touched my head, her fingers tangling in my hair and pulling my lips back to her leg. Now that I knew what to look for, I could smell her arousal and it made my pussy throb. This wasn’t the first time I’d been between another woman’s legs. Like Dee had said, I’d had my share of wild times in college.
I had a few seconds to make a decision. I could speak up now and we could sort this out, or I could give her the gift she’d been expecting.
Her small moan of frustration persuaded me. With my short hair, she’d never suspect she was having a lesbian encounter. All I had to do was get Brad to keep his mouth shut and she would be none the wiser. What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her and it made me absolutely wet.
She’s dragged her best friend to a Secret Santa party at the local swingers club for a sexy exchange of oral gifts with nameless men. No commitments, just some hot pleasure.
A mix-up puts her in an awkward position; between her friend’s legs. Should she speak up or go down? Either way, everything is about to change.
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EXCERPT:
We stopped at a door about halfway down the hall and I waited for Mary to open it. The room looked pretty much like the hall, but someone had put a throw rug and pillow in front of a black curtain bisecting the room. That was very thoughtful.
I knelt on the pillow and Mary closed the door. Without the diffuse glow of her flashlight, I couldn’t see anything. I took a deep breath and slid the curtain aside.
To my relief, I couldn’t see anything about the man seated in front of me. I smiled and hesitantly reached for his leg. He was a little further away than I expected, so I found his knee first.
I focused on my other senses and found I could hear his breathing quite clearly. It sounded like he was as excited as I was. I ran my hand up a few inches and savored the catch in his breath. His leg was more slender than I’d expected. My unknown gentleman wasn’t a big man. I wondered if his cock would be as petite. That would make it easier for me to take him all the way down my throat.
His skin felt soft and smooth as I caressed it. I found his other leg and it was the same. He’d shaved his legs. That was kind of metrosexual, but that was none of my business.
I leaned forward, kissing him above the knee and breathing in his scent. Cucumbers? Growing a little concerned, I ran my hand up to touch his cock.
He didn’t have one. He was a she.
It came to me in a flash what must’ve happened. Brad and I had both had our numbers on the table. He must’ve picked up mine by mistake. Boy, was he in for a surprise.
The woman surprised me when her hand touched my head, her fingers tangling in my hair and pulling my lips back to her leg. Now that I knew what to look for, I could smell her arousal and it made my pussy throb. This wasn’t the first time I’d been between another woman’s legs. Like Dee had said, I’d had my share of wild times in college.
I had a few seconds to make a decision. I could speak up now and we could sort this out, or I could give her the gift she’d been expecting.
Her small moan of frustration persuaded me. With my short hair, she’d never suspect she was having a lesbian encounter. All I had to do was get Brad to keep his mouth shut and she would be none the wiser. What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her and it made me absolutely wet.
