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Misty Tuesday
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Misty Tuesday It's funny how certain things can trigger a (good or bad) memory like a song, a smell, a place... you know what I mean? Well, today driving home after work with the misty rain falling I was instantly reminded of a very naughty (good) night that happened this summer. It is definitely an evening I won't soon forget. I was all the way downtown working late on a project that was super urgent. There was another girl in the office working late too and I found out she was going to Aurora by bus (crazy, right?!?). This got me thinking... in exchange for her help on my project I could drive her to Aurora (and then I could make a detour and see my "friend" in Richmond Hill)... hummm... I contacted him to see if he was around and as luck would have it he was home and available. This was working out beautifully... I got my work completed, my co-worker got to Aurora, and I was on my way (panty-free) to Richmond Hill. He drove us to a nice quiet (yet private) spot. I couldn't believe how turned on I was by the spontaneity of the whole thing. The anticipation became too much. As soon as we parked the car I wanted to continue to build upon my excitement. We got out of the car and went straight to a nearby picnic table. Kissing and caressing each other, pressing closer and harder. He was reaching underneath my dress to feel how excited I was. I couldn't take it any more. I turned around, leaned forward and knelt on the picnic table. I pulled my dress up, spread my legs and laid face down exposing myself for him to have me. I wanted to feel him inside me immediately. He wasted no time and gave me what I was aching for. It felt perfect... being a cool evening and feeling his hot body against mine, pumping harder and longer, building greater and greater intensity between us... mmm... It started to rain... I could feel the misty on my arms as I braced myself on that picnic table. He had a really good grip on my hips pulling me closer as he would take me deeper. Pulling my dress up my back and exposing me I didn't want him to stop until I came with him inside of me. Building the pressure inside of me, pulling my damp hair back to give me even more. That was one of the most unforgettable orgasms ever. Misty rainy night will never be the same... What is your "misty rain" memory? |
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