“I know. I know. If you’re not happy with him, we won’t take it any further,” he assured me.
“OK, so how will I recognize this guy?” I asked.
“Tell daisy pornstar you what. I’ll have him wear a Pittsburg Steeler’s cap. And, you should wear what you’ve got on now –very sexy!” He suggested.
As the week wore on, I wondered how daisy pornstar I ever daisy pornstar agreed to such an idea.
Jim and daisy pornstar I weren’t swingers daisy pornstar, by any stretch of the imagination.
Our fantasy games, although sexy and fun, had never included others daisy pornstar.
What would this guy think of me?
Worse yet, what would he expect from me?
I decided there was no way I was going to let him fuck me.
If I really liked this stranger, I’d let him feel me up or kiss me; that would surely be enough to make Jim happy.
I dressed as my husband suggested, with the addition of a bra and panties.
Downing a few shots of Vodka for extra courage, I took off for the bar.
Not wanting to appear too whorish, I only left daisy pornstar my top button open, as I entered the daisy pornstar dark little tavern.
Josh sat with his feet propped up on the bar, looking as young and handsome daisy pornstar as the other night.
Seeing me, he sprang to his feet and gave me the biggest smile.
I returned his smile with a flirty one of my own and noticed the place was empty, except for a man seated at the end daisy pornstar of the bar.
I could only see the back of the dark haired stranger, but guessed him to be in his mid-thirties daisy pornstar.