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I got caught with my hands in the bag

Publié par : nomade26 le 09/02/2022

I am on a business trip from Monday to Thursday and following the various covid episodes it is sometimes difficult to find a restaurant for lunch, some having disappeared. One day I noticed that the one where I stopped when I was in the area and which had closed was open again.The waitress who is also the new owner is superb. 40s, mid-length brown hair, curves where you need to put your hands, a neckline that makes you want to go further... In the following weeks, I stop two or three times when I pass by the corner, the owner is always so sexy and so nice but hey she must be married so I'm not looking to go any further. No matter how half the guys present must try.One day when I was having lunch at her house, I got caught red-handed. As usual, I'm on my laptop while eating and this time I was connected to our favorite site. In this case I am discreet and hide the screen when the waiter passes but there, I did not hear him arrive. She saw the screen, and smiled at me those blue eyes in mine before heading back to the kitchen.Having finished lunch, I pay at the checkout. She takes the opportunity to tell me: I too am sometimes on the site, what is your nickname?Nomade26 Ok, good day and see you soon.The same evening, while I was working, while being connected, a message arrived, it was her. We chat for 5 minutes, she saw my file, she gives me her nickname, tells me that she rarely goes on this site because tired of clumsy badgers who want to jump her at all costs. The beauty is divorced.Then we chat from time to time. When I'm in the area I go to lunch and deep down I want her body, but hey, she's there to work and 12 noon in a restaurant isn't the best time to flirt with the waitress.One day when I pay for my meal, she slips me her mobile number, in return I give her mine. From that day on, we often call each other in the evening or we chat via messaging. I learn that her name is Carole. Our discussions are often erotic or some downright hot evenings. I like this situation.15 days ago I go to lunch again, as usual without having reserved, it seems to me more and more desirable.When I arrive at the checkout there are two people coming in for tobacco, she serves them before cashing in my lunch. She seems to be waiting for them to come out before giving me the bill. As I pay, she asks me: Are you available tonight?Tonight ? Yes, it can be done. On the phone or on e-mail?In my bed.I gasped, I absolutely did not expect this response! She laughs in front of my bewildered head.Well ok, in your bed, send me his address.Once in my car, I still can't believe it. In the evening I arrive at the appointed time, champagne and a bouquet of flowers. I ring the bell, she opens the door, black dress, pumps, her long hair tied up, a dizzying neckline.She kisses me full on the lips to thank me for the bouquet. We uncork the champagne and toast. After a glass we get down to business. We kiss, entwined, I caress her body through her dress, then I slip a hand between her thighs, stop at her panties, my fingers along the contours then I withdraw my hand. His breath is more jerky. I blow up the buttons of her dress buttoned in the back one by one then, without taking it off, I unbutton her bra, freeing her heavy chest, we continue to kiss.No longer able to stand it, I drag her dress revealing her milky-skinned body, which I've been fantasizing about for some time. I take off her black lace bra that matches her panties. I kiss her breasts and nibble on her protruding nipples. The beauty with increasingly shortness of breath, she offers herself to me, spreading her thighs I go down to her belly, caressing her sex through her soaked panties. Her fleshy lips are emerging under the fabric. I slide a finger then two under her panties.Take me, I want too much.Not right away, that would be a shame.We leave the sofa to go to her room, she lies down on the bed, I take off her panties, discovering a perfectly maintained triangle of fleece, her open sex is waiting for my tongue, I don't have to be asked to play with her lips, the slide inside, replace it with two fingers in search of her g-spot while licking her clitoris stretched to the maximum. Carole soon has a devastating orgasm that leaves her panting on her bed.Having come to ...

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