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 It was late on in summer.We were driving across the county, back towards home after clothes shopping. Martin had bought me some lovely new lingerie at a large sex shop we found in Birmingham, all lacey and red. I had great fun trying it all on. Modelling it in front of him and the black male shop assistant, who showed more than a passing interest. I even let the assistant adjust the straps on the stockings, giving him glimpses of my shaved pussy through the sheer fabric. The shop had a promotion on, if you spent over £80 you could choose a free toy up to £20, so I chose a lovely 8 inch dildo which doubled as a strap on, the assistant even threw in the batteries.It was as we journeyed home from our shopping expedition we saw a young woman hitch hiking, she looked a little distressed as we passed so I told Martin to stop and reverse.“Oh! thank you, thank you so much for stopping,” she cried.“What on earth is wrong?” I asked, concerned.“I had a terrible row with my best friend and I need to get home to Torquay,” she replied.I looked her over, she was stunning, long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, deep blue eyes and wonderfully high cheek structure. Her breasts were rising and falling under a crisp white blouse and long legs that ended in tight jean çankaya escort shorts, cut seriously high, gripping her pert bottom. I felt a twang of envy and wished I could turn back the years.“Well we are going as far as Cheltenham if it helps,” I replied.“Yes please, thank you. I may be able to get a train from there.”“I expect you will struggle to find a train tonight as it is now 5.15pm but let us try.”Martin put her small case in the boot and she jumped in the back.As it turned out, her name was Chantel and she was 21, on a sabbatical from medical college. She and her friend had been renting a cottage for the last four weeks whilst doing the summer festival circuit and it had all been going fine until today. Then, this morning, an argument started that escalated into a serious row. She did not elaborate so I left it at that and for the rest of the journey we chatted generally about life and clothes.When we arrived in Cheltenham we went to the train station but, as I thought, no direct trains till Monday morning, so I offered her to stay at ours. She jumped at the offer and soon we were at home having tea and sandwiches. I made up the spare bedroom and showed her the bathroom. We made small talk for a while before all rus escort deciding to turn in.Martin had already left for work when I awoke around 7 am, I jumped in the shower, threw on a robe and went to the kitchen to make some coffee. It was not long before Chantel joined me and we sat chatting away. I told her there was a direct train at midday and I could run her to the station.“That would be fantastic,” she said, throwing her arms around my neck causing my robe to slip and expose my breast.“Oh, I am sorry,” she apologised.“That’s fine, no harm done,” I said across the table, smiling to reassure her. “There is cereal and toast, if you would like some.”We ate a little and I told her,“the water will be warm enough now if you would like to shower.”She padded off and I tidied up. I remembered I hadn’t put a large towel out so I grabbed one from our room and knocked the door.“Come in.”I opened the door and she was just stepping out of the cubicle. The water glistened on her gorgeous torso as the rivulets ran down her body. Her breasts jutted out, so firm and full, nipples erect on an island of light brown areola. Her body was slim but not skinny with no trace of fat. A tattoo of a small heart, with the initials P E inside, graced eryaman escort her bare mound. She turned slightly as she vacated the cubicle and I saw how firm her bottom was.Stunning was the only word that came close.“Do you like what you see?”“I ffforgot to gggive you the towel,” I stuttered like a young girl.There was a short pause.“You did not answer the question?” she quizzed.“I…..I…..Chantel, you are truly beautiful.”She wrapped the small hand towel around her head, turned away and said “Please dry my back.”I stepped forward and raised the towel as she looked back over her shoulder at me. We made full eye contact, she smiled and lent forward into me, kissing me gently. My lips parted. I felt her tongue caress my lips and push past to explore my mouth. I had not kissed a woman sexually since high school, nor had I any inclination to do so since, but her kiss gave me butterflies. I pulled away slightly, looking deep into her blue eyes, eyes so blue you could have swum in them and then went back for more. Our tongues mingled and tasted each other. I put my hands around her back, caressing her shoulder and holding her. I moved lower running my hand over her pert bottom, feeling the firmness of her cheeks. We parted and she took my hand, leading me to my bedroom. She pulled at the cord holding my robe, allowing it to part and gently pushed it from my shoulders, I shivered as it slid down my body and she whispered into my ear,“Be still my darling, I will be gentle.”I felt her nails trace a line down my spine and our lips met.

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