I was surprised and delighted that my first story was read by what I considered to be a large number of members and that the feedback I received was generally very positive -- I'm grateful for that.
This second story is based on subsequent events that replayed in my mind as I progressed chapter one.
Constructive feedback is appreciated!
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It had been just over a month since my encounter with Dawn and the unexpected threesome that ensued with her and my best mate Billy. I'd seen Dawn in work occasionally but had made an effort to keep any conversation with her completely professional, or just normal polite banter. Our offices had gossip mongers on every floor, and I had no desire to provide them with any fuel in regard to my life or to give rise to any salacious rumours about Dawn. She was too nice a person for that.
Billy, being Billy, continued to regularly remind me that he was ok with her and I getting together. I thought this very generous of him since he was a married man and she was his "bit on the side", or "fuck buddy"!
I had also since spent an evening eating and getting deliciously drunk with Billy and his wife Karen, a fairly regular activity since my wife left me. Karen clearly detected a difference in my general demeanour and remarked that I seemed more upbeat, or "less of a grumpy bastard than usual" as she so delicately put it. Having to make a pretence of why made me feel a little guilty. Although I wasn't the one cheating on her she had been a brilliant friend, especially over the last year or so, and being part of Billy's deception was the part of this that didn't sit that well with me.
The events of that evening with Billy and Dawn had been replayed in my mind a number of times since, the vivid pictures providing fresh fuel for my regular masturbation sessions and convincing me that sooner or later I would be seeing Dawn again.
The three of us had all connected via a messaging app, Dawn and Billy had been using it to communicate in privacy for some time and Billy had added me to the chat group a few days after our get together. I wasn't a great fan of chatting in this way and had mostly only joined in conversation between the two of them when prompted by one or the other, I still felt a little like a third wheel to be honest.
One evening I had been working late at my laptop when the message app pinged with a new message. I'd guessed it was the other two, messing around and wanting to drag me in so I ignored it for a few minutes until there was a second ping.
I was ready to finish work so I figured I would check the messages and maybe make my excuses to leave them to it. When I opened the app, I could see that only Dawn was online and that both messages were from her.
"Hey Sammy, what you up to?"
Followed a few minutes later by:
"OK, suit yourself,"
followed by a winking emoji
I didn't want her thinking I was being rude, so I answered her,
"Sorry!
Was just finishing some stuff for work and assumed you were already swapping smutty talk with our mutual friend. I wouldn't have ignored you otherwise! What's new with you?"
"Just relaxing, enjoying a warm bubble bath by candlelight with a glass of red on the side and thinking about last time we were together."
My curiosity was roused, so I decided it might be fun to play for a while. My fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard.
"What was it you were thinking?"
"Oh, you know," she replied, "Just how much I enjoyed that evening."
"Anything you enjoyed in particular?"
"Mmmm, pretty much everything. But especially having your tongue in my pussy and ..."
"In your pussy and what?"
I asked, feeling my cock start to stir.
"My arse, I loved the feel of your tongue around my arse hole. It wasn't the first thing I've had in there but it was the first time anyone has used their tongue on it!"
"You're a naughty girl,"
I replied,
"Enjoying such dirty things."
"Is it naughty to want you to do dirty things to me again?"
I smiled, I was hardening now and enjoying Dawn's directness.
"It's very naughty, you should have your bottom spanked, not licked for being so filthy."
"Ooh, that sound nice, if only there were someone here to do it!"
I figured that continuing this exchange of messages would likely lead to satisfying solo orgasms for both of us, but the short chat had my blood pumping and my cock pulsing, and I decided that playing with myself wasn't going to get the job done this evening.
"I can be there in 30 minutes,"
I typed.
"I was hoping you might say that, hurry!"
she responded, "
And bring your toothbrush!
"
Dawn clearly wasn't in the mood for a quickie tonight!
I closed my laptop and headed for the shower, not wanting to turn up at Dawn's with the grime of the day still on me. A little under thirty minutes later, freshly showered, clothed, toothbrush in my coat pocket, and horny as hell I pulled up outside Dawn's neat little semi-detached house.
The front door opened as I reached it and Dawn's hand shot out, caught hold of my shirt and pulled me inside. Before I could speak her lips were pressed to mine and her tongue greedily exploring my mouth. Breathing heavily, she pulled away after a few seconds and giggled.
"Hello!"
"That's quite a welcome," I said with a grin on my face.
"Come into the living room," she said, "There's a glass of wine waiting for you, I'm already a couple of glasses ahead of you." She giggled again and I could tell the wine she'd had was already having an effect.
I sat on the sofa and she moved to retrieve two wine glasses from the sideboard, as she did, I had my first chance to get a good look at her. She had obviously applied some make-up after her bath, not too much. Dawn was naturally attractive and didn't need a lot, but she wore enough to suggest she had wanted to make an effort.
She was dressed in a dark satin robe that tied around the waist and came to about mid-thigh. Her legs were covered in tan coloured nylon, stockings I hoped based on our last encounter and she was wearing black mules with what I guessed was a three-inch heel. NO wonder she had seemed a little taller when I kissed her.
Handing my wine glass to me, she sat next to me, swung herself into the sofa and stretched her legs across my lap. My free hand dropped into a natural resting position onto her lower leg and I softly caressed the nylon covering, enjoying the smooth feel under my fingers.
"I was hoping you would have been to see me again before now," she said, making direct eye contact but then dropping her eyes as if unsure of what answer to expect.
"It's not that I have been wanting to avoid you Dawn," I told her, "It's just that I haven't been in a good place over the last year or so and to be honest my fragile ego wasn't ready to be knocked back by you if you had a change of heart in the cold light of day after that night the three of us spent together. It's not as if I haven't thought repeatedly about what happened. I've relived the experience every day since and almost worn my dick out playing with myself!"
This drew a laugh from Dawn, "OK, I guess I forgive you, but I told Billy to make it clear that I would like to see you again. I wouldn't have said that if I was unsure about the idea."
I continued to stroke her leg, my hand wandering above her knee and just under the hem of her robe, "Well I'm here now, and I seem to remember someone making dirty requests to me on the messaging app."
I slid my and higher up her leg and passed the lacy band of her hold-ups, I felt her soft bare skin above react to my touch and her legs parted slightly but I held off going any further for now.
Dawn swallowed the last of the wine from her glass and her eyes twinkled, "I really don't know what you are talking about." she said mischievously. "We do need more wine though; I'll open another bottle in the kitchen."
She swung her legs off my lap, onto the floor, stood up. As she walked toward the door, she glanced over her shoulder, winked at me and playfully wiggled her sexy round arse in my direction. I hadn't seen any of Dawn's house on my previous visit apart from the lounge and the bedroom, so I rose and followed her into the hallway and through to the kitchen at the back of the house.
The area was part kitchen and part dining room, with a small table and chairs in one part, a typical kitchen in another and a utility area towards the back where a folding drying stand appeared to be holding items of underwear and hosiery that had clearly been recently washed.
