After my utterly wonderfully dirty weekend away with my lovely sister, I got to thinking. Behaving like a whore is one thing.....but what about being me for an afternoon?
Brighton is great! Teeming with people, and more than one guy is looking for some action. I was wandering around Churchill Square, just loafing around, but wearing my most provocative dress. It's really a summer dress, but it shows me off to great effect. Thin material, so I had a coat too, but cut just so that it shows a lot of my legs, and plunges nicely at the neckline too. I knew I was getting checked out a lot, but when one man started following me, I knew something was going to happen. Jayney has told me about older men, and this guy was certainly in that category. I flipped him a couple of smiles, and encouraged his attention. At one point he was looking up at me from the floor below, so I made sure he could see the crotch of my little white panties. It was in a bookshop that he finally approached me. Bless him, he thanked me for the view, as he put it. I could see a very hard cock through his trousers and nodded at it. "You're welcome!" Then, bold as anything, I said, "I could help with that." Poor old guy, he said "What? You'd fuck me?" (Actually yes, but not this week of the month, if you know what I mean.) I said "no, but I'll wank you off......£20!" My heart was racing as he agreed, and we found ourselves somewhere quiet, a nice changing room in a clothes shop. In there, I unzipped him, and his VERY impressive cock sprang out already dripping with precum. I knelt on the floor in front of him with my dress off, so he saw me in just my panties. I wanked him but he asked me if I would suck him for a little too. I wasn't sure about that so I said no. After only a few minutes, he told me he was close. I looked up at him and said in my best schoolgirly voice, "Come on my titties, daddy." And holy fucking hell.....did he oblige! It ran down my tummy and over my panties onto the floor. After I'd milked him dry, he zipped up, thanked me, and left. I was there with a pool of spunk on the floor and a sticky chest and tummy. Still...hey ho....I flipped my dress back on, but not before spreading my knees and rubbing one out myself, gazing at his spunk, and inhaling it's gorgeous scent. I might do this again? Jayney has told me about a dogging site she knows, and in the summer, we plan to visit it together.
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