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1:42 pm Friday, 26th December, 2008

Not heard from my fuck buddy since early hours of sunday morning.

I was at a family birthday party on saturday night when he called. General chit chat, nothing too heavy. He didn't even ask if I was free for him. although he did want me to describe in detail what I was wearing. Strapless dress with full skirt, black patent peep toe high heels and nude stockings.

ended the call and thought nothing more about it. The party was fairly uneventful and slightly dull. I made my excuses and left around 12.30, getting home half an hour later. Just getting ready for bed when the phone rang again. It was my horny Irish lover again. It's been a couple of weeks since I've seen him, I've missed him, and his skills. He asks if he can come over. Now normally I would have said no, being tired, its late and i have the kids home, too. For some reason, I agreed, gave him my address and asked him to let me know if he was definitely coming, otherwise I was off to sleep. He rang back a few minutes later to confirm, after getting time off from his night job.

Flustered, I prepared the bedroom and myself. He is without a mobile at the moment, which makes life awkward and frustrating to say the least. I think it's because he is attached but has always said that isn't so. Anyway, it's annoying. After about an hour, I receive a call to say he's a bit lost, I give him directions, he's no more than 10 minutes away. I am excited and apprehensive at the same time. I am a screamer by nature, and I know that I will have to be gagged in some way, last time I nearly woke up the whole hotel!

Another call to say he's still lost, and can I come and get him? Great. I'm wearing a sexy floor length gown I bought for him to enjoy, and a matching sheer robe with marabou trim. I end up wearing the gown, my sensible suede slippers to drive in, my winter coat over the top of the gown, and as I had taken out my lenses, my glasses! What an outfit! I am so glad it's the dead of night! I drive like fury to where he is, less than 5 minutes away from me. I see him standng in the call box, his hi-vis vest over his work coat makes him stand out under the neon. I quickly pull up beside him, and tell him to follow me. He's never seen me in glasses, he looks a little confused, but he's compliant and follows me home.

We sneak upstairs like a pair of teenagers, I loose the non-sexy part of my attire whilst he freshens up.

I've made the room comfy and warm, candles are lit, music is playing and the bed is warm. M undresses quickly and jumps into 'his' side of the bed. I can't wait to be with him, my pussy juices are flowing, and I can feel them begin to moisten the tops of my thighs. Slow sensual kissing gives way to more passionate ones, I am so horny, desperately, I try to pull him on top of me, but M just smiles, and I know he's going to make me wait..........



Comments
3:12 am Sunday, 28th December, 2008

I truelly understand you. im there with you so so much. waitin waitin oh how is it so cruel

8:14 am Sunday, 28th December, 2008

but waiting in anticipation can be extremely sexy. If I am in an hotel room with a new man and he's 'freshening up' in the toilet I get on the bed with my face in the pillow and my arse in the air just waiting

What will he do first???

That has ranged through...
- ripping my knickers off and fucking me like a madman
- planting little kisses along my inner thighs
- stroking me all over gently
- turning me over and laying between my legs
- asking "what the fuck is going on?"

and everything in between.

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