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The rest of the evening, we never slept, but I untied Stephanie soon thereafter so that I could continue to lick and tease and suck and eat and taste and finger and touch her to orgasm after seemingly endless orgasm for the remainder of the night and into the next morning, when we made love in the shower one final time, changed into the same clothes that we had worn the night before, and went to Braddock's Tavern for brunch.
The same Braddock's Tavern where Stephanie pulled me into the restroom after brunch and sucked my cock like a ravenous feline, accepting my cum all over her tits as I lowered the straps of her dress to deposit my parting gift.
That's when she told me.
"I want to do other men with you. I want to be gang-fucked. That's what you did to me last night, I haven't stopped thinking about it."
Linda ended up marrying her boss in New York City, the older, distinguished Ron Ward.
Bradley became a seven-figure commodities trader, years after Stephanie dumped him for HER boss.
But neither Bradley nor Linda have ever been to Braddock's Tavern. That is a memory that Stephanie and I will always share, and keep.
And we would return again, this time with another plan. Stephanie had another fantasy to live out.
Perhaps you'd like to hear about it someday.
- COMMENTS
DawnJabout 12 years agoWho is Linda? The girlfriend? I didn't see her name mentioned elsewhere. Not sure about the whole exhibitionism, either.
What I did like was this phrase: "sepia-colored thimbles". What a uniquely-worded image, so fresh, so apt! That's one thing I admire about your writing...you often choose fresh, riveting images to show us what you're seeing!
