FLASH THAT GASH
'MY FINGERS FOUND THEIR WAY INTO MY BOX'
FOLLOWING another BORING WEEKLY FUCK, my hubby of 15 years rolled off me and went to sleep. Frustrated, I got out of bed, pulled on a dressing gown and walked onto the balcony for some fresh air.
Our street was almost deserted that late at night… except for a hint of movement in the dense scrub opposite our house.
Suddenly, a man in an overcoat appeared and stood under a streetlight. Looking up, he saw me, smiled and opened his coat to reveal he was naked.
Oh my god – he was a FLASHER. I nearly laughed, but the chuckle stuck in my throat as I stared at his BIG SCHLONG,
The middle-aged perv could tell I wasn’t going to run away or call the police, so he leisurely began to stroke himself while leering at me.
Instinctively, I let my dressing gown fall open so he could see my huge tits and HAIRY SNATCH. The guy seemed a bit stunned – it was probably the first time someone had flashed HIM.
However, he kept on jerking – meanwhile, my fingers found their way into the WET FOLDS of my box.
We kept our eyes firmly on each other as our sexual fervour intensified. Just as the first spurt of jism flew from his dick, I felt an unfamiliar fire building in MY FANNY, which led to one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I closed my eyes and rode that WAVE OF ECSTASY for nearly a minute. When I opened my eyes the flasher was gone. I’ve not seen him since, but the memory of our “encounter” has inspired plenty of hot masturbation sessions since then. Judy, Qld