Originally Posted by
cmk76
Punter’s threads about being in love with their MLs or WLs, I would often find entertaining. There were a few good laughs, some odd predicaments and an array of sordid arrangements that was laid for all to read. I never thought that I would ask for some help until I got myself into a situation. A bit of a pickle really…
I have known this regular ML for a few years now. I would see her once a month in a shop up north. We get along extremely well, and we share a bit about our private lives. Our sessions are very intimate, friendly and there is always a lot of banter in between. Outside of the sessions, we hold decent conversations in our messages too. We would message at least once a week with something to talk about and it was not just your usual pleasantries…
In the messages, she would share pics of her boyfriend and places that they would go for getaways, food they would eat at fancy restaurants etc. This was all done on her own volition. I had never asked, as I do not really like to pry into an ML’s private life in general. She feels comfortable enough to tell me and I accept it graciously. We have a mutual trust. And she knows quite a lot about me. I have nothing much to hide as I am an open book. This, I have told her. I share what I feel is appropriate and in context. And not something that does not involve her…
One day, a WeChat post of hers came up on my feed which showed her alongside another female and male. I made a cheeky comment that I thought that the female was cute and asked if she was single. My ML replied that it was her younger sister, and that she is single. However, divorced, and with a son. Her sister piqued my interest, so I asked a lot more about her. I was told, she has been divorced for quite some time, in her late twenties, running her little business, seven days a week, living on her own. Her son is back home overseas with his grandmother. My ML and her sister are not very close, as both have their own lives. Her sister does not know about her choice of work, nor does she have time to think too much about it. They do get together like all siblings do during celebrations and occasions…
After a few days, I asked if she would make an introduction with her younger sister. Now, the ML has kept her private life very well hidden, and away from people who may know her. Both sisters do not have a common social circle of friends, or family members living in Sydney. I did not expect my ML to say yes, but she felt that I was a decent person, and that she would ask for me. Our background story was that we had met through a mutual friend. And we stayed only friends on WeChat and were not really hanging out at all. This is true, as I have only seen her in the shop. That was also the story that she had told her boyfriend. The boyfriend does not know that I am her customer, and we would prefer to keep it that way…
Fast forward a few months of courting her younger sister, we started dating. From the time I had seen her, I had stopped visiting my regular(s). I would still chat to my ML now and then, but it had become infrequent. I had also stopped seeing my ML now for a few months, but I have not slept with her younger sister. For once, I am taking my time as I think this could be serious. And I do like her enough to wait, rather than jump straight into the physical side from the start. For the respect of the relationship, I am giving it a chance. We get on so much so that we are practically finishing each other’s sentences. Cliched, but it is happening to me…
A few weeks ago, I received a message late one night from my ML. I did not reply to it until the next day. She wanted to have a chat and was feeling a little down. Usually a happy go lucky person, this time she was concerned about a few things in her life. She asked if we could meet for a drink after she had finished work mid-week one night. I did not think too much of it and said OK. When I would see her, it was normally her last session, and I would give her a lift home, as she lived quite close to me. Her sister, on the other hand was up in the northwest area. However, we would meet somewhere in between and spend mostly weekends together…
The night came, I picked my ML up from the shop she was working in, after her shift. And we made our way towards Newtown. We found a bar that was quiet enough for a catchup and a few drinks. I had not seen her for at least three months or more, but she seemed to be in good spirits. I have never seen her outside of the shop, in her street clothes and with makeup off. To be honest, she looked naturally beautiful. She had on a baggy shirt, mid length skirt and white chunky trainers, and carrying her LV backpack like she was off to a college somewhere. I felt very comfortable around her this night. Just like our conversations on WeChat, it was friendly and flowed nicely…
We ordered a round of drinks and found a booth in a corner where it was neither dimly lit nor too exposed. There were not that many punters around on a Wednesday night, except for a few that looked like locals having a quiet conversation with the bar girl. We finally got around to her worries and what was on her mind. I listened mostly, and agreed, lending an ear and support, and not offering any advice…
Another round of drinks later, she was a lot more cheerful and relaxed, as we moved on to other topics that were not so serious. I plied her with crass jokes that would have her bellowing out at the top of her lungs. Both her and I would laugh in stitches until it was the only sound coming out of that bar. I must point out that we were starting to get a little handsy with each other too. Her slapping my arm, then holding it. I started putting mine on her lap, gently running my fingers back and forth. We were both being flirtatious, looking into each other’s eyes, grinning from ear to ear…
Three rounds in within a couple of hours, I noted that it was close to 10 o’clock. She lifts herself up and says that she needed to pee, and I said that I had to go too. Somehow, we managed to head butt each other whilst getting up. We stopped, looked at each other, and just burst out laughing, palm planting our foreheads. The bar girl saw what had happened and laughed along, shaking her head in disbelief before tending to a customer coming towards the bar…
As we walked away from the bar, I took her hand in mine and both, side stepping awkwardly, stumbling slightly, making our way to the toilets. They were tucked away in the corner, just past the pokies room. As we approached the door to the ambulant toilet, I do not know why we did not venture another two to three steps further to the ladies’ or men’s doors. We unconsciously settled into the first door to the right…
As she walked in, I followed behind, still clutching her hand. She realised that I was there and turned to me and asked why I had followed her into the toilet, and if I wanted to watch her pee! I stood there and laughed and could not offer any sort of reasonable explanation. She looked at me and started to peel her g string down to her thighs, then past her knees, and lowered herself down on the bowl. I was a little taken back, turned away from her and closed the door behind. She asked me to latch the door so no one would accidentally come in…
She laughed at me facing the door, and started teasing me, asking why I was shy, and it was not that I have never seen her pussy before. I tried to shush her and asked her to keep it down, reminding her that we were both in here together. We let out a stifled laugh while she was peeing at the same time. When she had finished, she cleaned herself and says that it was now my turn. She got back up from the bowl and took a few steps to the sink. I looked away modestly as I unbuttoned my fly and tried to relieve myself. I was concentrating, when just behind my ear, she starts whistling. I told her to be quiet as I started to focus on my stream. A few drops dribbled before a long stream began. I let out a quiet sigh of relief while she looked on in amusement, coaxing me to get it all out. I had just finished and begun to take hold of my cock to let out a few shakes before she grabs hold of
it with her wet and cold hand. I jump and winced a little. She cackles away and starts shaking it all over, stroking it at the same time. I laughed and said that it was not how you do it. It was embarrassing at first, but it was funny as the thought dawned on me that I have her helping me shake off the last few drops out after a glorious pee. We could not contain ourselves and cracked up in there. It was a surprise that no one heard us outside in the bar area. I tried removing her hand and adjusting myself back in the comfort of my underwear, but she kept pulling it out, playing with it, making silly gun shooting sounds. I could not get my self-composed, and asked her to stop, whilst still laughing like a mad hyena. She relented and gave in and stopped shaking my cock before closing the lid of the toilet bowl and plonked herself down again. She is now facing me, and I asked what the hell was she doing…
She gave me this mischievous grin and gave a licking motion before burying her face in my crotch. She lifts her head back up, holds my limp cock like a microphone and begins singing into it. I threw my head back in fits of laughter, still clutching to the side of my jeans and trying to push her away from me. Before you know it, I started to feel a warm and wet sensation around my head, and I lowered my gaze to see her licking the head, before slowly swallowing my soft cock into her mouth. I was stunned at this but stood frozen as she continued. She started swirling her tongue around and I could feel the sensations rising along the head and shaft. She was giving me bbbj with long and slow strokes with her lips and tongue. I let out a quiet gasp and watched her just pleasuring me. Her eyes now closed, and mouth deep throating me down to the base. We were both quiet and you could only hear deep breaths from me and humming from her mouth…
Realising what was happening, what we were feeling and what was about to happen, she took me out of her mouth, stood back up and just stared into my glazed eyes. She peels the front panel of her cotton g string to the side, lifts one leg up, bent at the knee, then slowly lowers herself onto me. She was already well lubricated before I could say, how about a condom?
I had to think quick and held onto her arse cheeks, while she clamped the raised leg around my lower back. Pulling my torso against her, she starts grinding slowly, and begins panting. She brings both hands around my head and starts kissing me. Softly, slowly then pushing her tongue in gently whilst we were balancing each other whilst standing up. My legs were getting shaky from just standing there, and half supporting her weight. She gets herself off, turned around, and had her back towards me. She removes her g string down to her thighs, stretching the band until it is resting at the back of her knees. She lifts one knee up on the toilet lid, while the other stretched out standing to the side of the bowl. She guides me in from behind her, steadies herself with both hands on the tiled wall, pushes back into me, and starts a thrusting motion with her hips. I leant over, nuzzling in just under her ear, smelling her scent, she turns to face me and whispers while panting… ‘Don’t cum inside, please… My boyfriend won’t appreciate it!’
A fleeting moment of guilt swept through me, but fuck it was hot and I was about to blow just as she said that! I run the line over in my head of what she just said, before I felt a few spurts, and told her that I was going to cum. She withdraws herself from me, I see white liquid just along my shaft and just outside of her pussy, I freaked out a little, before convincing myself that it was her cum, and not mine. She turns back around, seated on the bowl and covers my cock again in her mouth. Her sucking gets harder and faster, while I hold my breath out for as long as I could. I had my mouth opened wide before feeling streams shooting out of me and into her mouth…
She slowed down as I shot the last drops out and unclenched my arse cheeks and regained my composure. I think we had sobered up by now. She got back up, gave me a warm smile like saying, I
know you enjoyed that, gave me a quick peck on the lips and went back to the sink to freshen up…
Driving her home in the car, we were both silent. It was the first time where we did not say a word. We had grins on our faces. I was still processing what had just happened as I focussed on the road. We would turn to look at each other every now and then, and just smile. I dropped her off at her apartment block. She gave me a quick hug and kiss on the cheek before stepping out of my car. Walking towards the double glass doors, she looks back at me, with a shy smile then disappears into the hallway of the lift foyer…
Getting back to reality. I get a message a few days ago saying that she wants to invite me over to her place for dinner, along with her boyfriend and younger sister. Now, my question is, what is a good gift to bring along that will make a good impression on all three?
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