I'm tired of the UK never winning anything..
So tonight was the night we ventured out looking for a new Gucci handbag.. We hit a couple of bars but not seeing anything, decided to head on over to Wanchai and one of our reg places, Escape.. A bit of a down market bar, full of working girls and other assorted individuals with pretty much only beer and sex on their mind..Kind of heaven for reprobates
Hang on? UK?, winning? bars? sex? Gucci handbag? that doesn't gel?
Ahh but it does..
You see, we have a game.. a bit like something you'd play when you're 12, but amusing none the less.. Anyway ours is the adult version..
So the game.. well, the young lady in question, meets a guy, chats, gets him hot and then depending on what happens, accumulates various points for various activities that go on.. A bit like accumulating Air miles, but a whole lot more fun..
Now as ever there's a few rules, the main one being everything has to happen in the bar.. discretely but in must be in view if you get what I mean.. After all, as referee and chief judge, I have to verify that no rules are broken and whether the ball crossed the line don't I..
And of course, what do points make.. prizes.. yes.. hello Mr Gucci.. Luckily, a girl always needs more Gucci
Anyway, so we're there.. a fruitless hour or two trying to target Mr Checked Shirt, who's more into the beer thing, and I'm thinking.. ok we're doing worse than the UK at Eurovision.. nil points..
So I'm off to the toilet one last time, giving instructions to have a last look and then we'll call it a night.. I come back and the UK has upped its game and we see some potential scoring looming.. cancel the taxi..
Mr German, P.. an older guy, tall (I found out later when the team sheet was handed in) and the girly getting into some conversation..
Some general chit chat at the bar and I'm checking the positioning in case there's any disputed calls..
Everything ok and the action moves to the seats, a couple of stools facing each other.. All good for a little upskirt open legs view..
..and then the first points.. a nice little bit of tongue action followed by some hands across the water ..
The UK are on the board..
The points mount.. Go UK
We move into some legs open, P's hand dissapearing up her skirt.. the eyes closing.. the heads going back.. one finger, then two.. work it dude..
I'm watching.. so are a few guys.. generally we like the game plan.. he's fingering her pussy.. working her clit.. she's drifting.. getting close.. I can see it in her face.. .. and then.. yes.. hips thrusting.. she's fucking his hand.. I think she's coming.. keep going girly..
Her hands looking for something to hold on to.. ooh what's that.. ahh.. I see he's pleased to see her...you go girl.. more points.. stroke it..
She's loving his cock.. its big, its thick.. I get the feeling she's mentally fucking him .. the eyes open, she looks at me with that look.. the kind of look in our photos.. I know that look.. Great point scoring..
I'm close by now.. slipped onto the next stool.. grandstand view.. watching a guy stick his fingers deep into your wife's pussy.. watching his hands grope her tits, seeing his tongue lick her face.. his cock twitch as she wanks him to ecstacy.. you have to see it to appreciate it.. honest..
ok, so Im thinking home run time dude.. come on.. go for it.. we need the points.. forget the hands and stick that thing in her.. ..
But just like the England football team things don't always work out against the Germans..
I see jerking.. he's coming.. fuck..loads of gooey spunk shooting over her hand, legs and skirt.... ahhh poo.. we're done..
But no.. as in all good thrillers.. one last twist as she looks him in the eyes and licks some of the spunk off her fingers.... much to the delight of the secretly watching passers by...
Uh oh, but is this game over time.. he's off to the toilet.. she's composing herself.. I discretely ask whether she wants to go back and continue.. no.. ahhh..ok.. re-order that taxi.. I think we're done for the night..
We say goodbye to Mr German.. he's indeed done.. happy..
In the taxi I'm thinking..lets see if we can get a few bonus points.. as referee I probably should check something after the game.. hmm what...wetness.. yes.. lets see how much she came..
So I'm opening her legs.. sticking *my* fingers in her.. hey Mr Driver.. watch the road.. hmm... no don't.. drive slow and watch this.. It's an exhaustive check and I'm slowly fingering her all the way home, legs open wide, pussy in full view.. careful to make sure the taxi driver, the toll guy for the tunnel and any passing car can get a good angle if they happen to look in... she's still wet.. her clit sensitive from coming..
I'm keeping her on the edge until we get home.. fingers working.. catching the feint scent of the German guy on her face.. beautiful..
Then ok.. my time now..we're home.. Lets round off the evening.. she looks at me.. tell me what he did to you, I ask as I'm bending her over the bed ..
Bonus points accumulating.. I shoot my load into her tight ass... excellent.. that's it.. the only way the UK are coming bottom this year..
