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Hmmm … I guess you’ve seen me naked so why not share a story. But I should start by saying it’s not like this happens very often.
Things got interesting on a recent weekend away near the beach. We ended up at a club that was supposed to have really good live music. The band was still setting up when we got there but I could already tell it was going to get too crowded for my taste. As I was pulling up Yelp on my phone to find another option, this hot young guy brushed past me and turned back to check me out. My husband noticed too and next thing I knew I was in the middle of the crowd talking to him. He was far too young –wearing board shorts and t-shirt– but I couldn’t resist. I was sending him all the right signals and he was leaning in closer and closer.
He had just started his pitch trying to get me to leave with him when my other half joined us. It was like I poured cold water on the guy and I felt bad about it. He immediately started looking for his friends or a way out, but the band had just started and the crowd was now pushing in on us. Without an easy escape, the three of us turned to listen to the music – my husband behind me and my hot new friend in front of me.
The music was loud, but I kept talking and flirting with him. Nothing slutty, but I wasn’t shy about the body-to-body contact either. A couple songs later, he’s clearly getting tired of being teased and I’m just as tired of teasing him. So the next time he leaned in to say something, I pulled him into a deep kiss instead. Instantly we’re making out like teenagers and his hands started pulling me closer. At the same time, I felt my husband grab my hips tightly and start kissing and biting the back of my neck in the way only he knows.
There I was in the middle of a crowd moving with the music, making out with a total stranger while my husband is nibbling at me from behind and two pairs of hands are roaming all over me. Not sure anyone noticed what was happening, but it didn’t matter to me at that point. I was the center of attention and couldn’t get enough.
This went on for another song or two and things were escalating. I knew I had to start slowing things down fast … except that my husband had been working on a different plan. While I was lost in this guys lips, he had been slowly “helping” my dress ride up my hips as we moved to the music. I didn’t realize how far up until after I felt my new friend discover “first-hand” just how soaked my inner thighs, etc. were. Of course this had the opposite effect of slowing things down …
**Ahem** … getting hot writing about this and now someone is between my legs distracting me. So that’s enough for now. I’ll save the rest for another time ;-)
Bisous!
xo

