"So you're the lucky bloke who's fucking, er, I mean going out with out Nik are you?" Er, yes....." I was starting to feel very uneasy at this point a...out the whole thing. Nikki went out into the kitchen to get Dave a drink. He and I sat down on one of the sofas."So Nikki tells me you're a photographer?" Dave said, making small talk."Yes, well, part-time. That's how I met her" Yeah, she can't stand blokes who try to chat her up in pubs n' clubs, our Nik. Sooner meet a guy when he's being. As the pressure built, I would feel the beautiful release of my first orgasm wash over me, and if I was really tense, I could work out one or two more. I would sometimes pull my panties down over my thighs and skirt up over my tummy as I began to rub faster and harder until I reached an explosive orgasm. I would have loved to be completely naked for this but did not dare for fear of being caught.Once satisfied completely I would readjust all my clothing so I could drive either to the shopping. We were outside a corner shop in a smart suburban avenue filled with a mixture of large detached and semi-detached villas, built only ten years earlier.“My sister Hettie’s house is just down the street.” I said as we got out and started to walk, “I didn’t want to leave the car right outside their door, so we have a two minute walk with a couple of twists and turns before we get there. Hettie’s husband Jack Morgan is a motor showroom owner with garage workshops behind and a tearoom next door. It. I could feel tingles inside of me - shivers of excitement. And this ache. This ache to have someone forcing their way inside of me, to be grabbed and ravaged and fucked. God, I wanted to touch myself. I could feel how wet I was between my legs, smell myself on the air. No doubt the man who found me would smell it too. What would they do when they did? When they noticed the trickles of moisture running down my thighs? I could only imagine - and it was taking everything I had not to plunge my.