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This is the third in a series of posts which will tell the story of my first threesome in detail.
part one
part two
part three
We arranged to meet up the following weekend for drinks and to see how things developed from there. I was so excited and turned on for that whole week and was struggling to keep my mind on work and my knickers dry. During the week we teased each-other with flirty texts about what naughty things we were going to do to each-other. By the time the weekend finally arrived I thought I was going to explode with excitement.
We had arranged to meet up in a neutral pub. Somewhere we thought we would be unlikely to run into friends and where we could have a drink and get to know each-other better. Somewhere that was quiet enough so that we could have a bit of privacy for our conversation.
It took me ages to decide what to wear. Well I knew what dress I was going to wear and that my knee high boots were a must but I couldn’t decide on underwear. Thong, lacy knickers, push-up bra, pretty bra, black, white, pink, nothing at all? Decisions decisions decisions. There was lots to think about. I settled on some silky black hipsters with a lace up back threaded with pink ribbon and mismatched black and pink bra that kind of matched. As it was the middle of winter I also thought that tights would have been a good idea. But as I was aiming for maximum accessibility I went for some dark grey stockings with a lacy top and a suspender belt that matched my knickers. I know the whole stockings and suspenders are a bit old fashioned but I’m never convinced that hold-ups no matter how much they cut off my circulation are going to actually hold up.
I was so unbelievably nervous. I am a very shy person.
If I’m just meeting a guy I get nervous enough. I always get pre-meet butterflies. But I love that feeling, it turns me on so much you wouldn’t believe. But girls make me even more nervous for some reason. So you can imagine how nervous meeting a couple was making me, especially as I had fantasised about this for years. It almost felt like I was dreaming. And as I mentioned before this really turns me on. Already in the taxi on the way to meet them I could feel that my knickers were damp. I couldn’t help myself. I was sat in the back of the taxi and undercover of the dress pulled aside my knickers and slipped a finger inside. I was amazed at how wet I was and how swollen and sensitive my clit was and I had not even met them yet.
to be continued…
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3 responses so far ↓
1 anselpixel // Jan 31, 2008 at 2:31 am
As I previously remarked, you have quite a fine way with words, and your illos are high quality as well.
As intended, you have piqued my curiosity.
May 31 in London, there will be a performance of nude acrobatics by friends of mine.
You should try and catch their performance. They are a striking couple.
2 Dani&Lisa // Mar 8, 2008 at 1:46 am
WOW
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3 LaoWai // Jan 17, 2009 at 10:46 pm
yes… she’s good at teasing us… and I like the attention she gives to details…. next page!
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