Cum in my Hair: Finger Fucked in Mayfair
I’ve been thinking a lot about the Chaos Theory.
For the first time this year I actually felt sad immediately after a very good sexual experience.
A few weeks ago Wanda asked me to go with her and another friend to a sex party at Club Rub. Despite my wicked past, I’m not into orgies. Yeah, of course I have had a few but with people I know. There seems something a bit weird and sleezy about group sex with people you don’t know. At the same time, it also seems really exciting. I’m too chikenshit to partake but I figured it would be a good experience just to watch.
Last week I started thinking about the party. I was beginning to change my mind. I called into the radio station LBC during Iain Lee’s show asked on air what I should wear to the party.
As soon as I hung up from being on air a friend of mine rang. It was the same friend who delivered the nightie to CS. She said that just as she was leaving Eagle Eye’s party. Eagle Eye got a job at a rival network and was having a leaving do.
I decided to go to the party. I realized that I may be entering enemy territory as far as CS was concerned, but I sort of didn’t care. The only problem was that I was wearing a really horrible jumper. That morning something told me to wear a skirt to work. But since the cute guy was away on holiday I figure not point in making the effort, eh?
It was nearing 9:00 and all the department stores were closed. In a moment of genius I found the nearest branch of my gym went in and bought a severely overpriced pink long-sleeved pink Nike shirt. I would have paid twice the price for it as long as I looked good at the party.
In the gym locker room, I put on the shirt and a bit of make up. I spritzed my hair with water ran back to my car. I drove around the block before and found parking on a side street not too far from the pub.
All eyes turned to me as I entered the pub with my dog. A few old colleges let out a little squeal, “Oh Anjelika!” It feels good to be welcomed. I almost felt like Norm from “Cheers.”
Even though I hated working on that World War II documentary, I really missed the people I worked with. Stephanie was there and looked fantastic as usual. CS was there as well. I knew he’d be there. Eagle Eye is one of his best mates. CS and I both actively avoided each other. I don’t think we were ever on the same side of the room at the same time. The weird thing is, I didn’t care. I totally didn’t care. I stared at him from across the room and he no longer seemed good-looking to me. He seemed boring and blah. There was no mystery to him. His hair didn’t look good either. His dashing blond hair was brown and dull.
This time last year he and I were kissing in Prague. Amazing how things change in a year/
A few face were missing from the party. D-Mac wasn’t there. Apparently he left a few minutes before I arrived. BKFITW quit the month before and the Cockblocker had fucked off back to Australia.
As I was making my rounds through the pub and catching up with various old co-workers, I spotted the DG from across the room. Our eyes met and I smiled back at him. He made his way through the crowded pub towards me. We embraced. He gave me kiss on both cheeks and asked if I wanted a drink. I was driving that night and Doggums was with me and I couldn’t figure out if I wanted to drink or not. There was part of me that wanted to be drunk and silly. Yet the other part of me needed to be responsible.
The DG was good. He seemed like his normal cheery self. I remember hating my job then, but looking forward to seeing him smile and say hello to me. It’s funny how you get used to things and how you can as easily get un-unsed to things.
While the DG was getting my drink, I talked to my old buddies in production. Everyone seemed well and happy. No drams, no gossip. It was good to catch up and feel like one of the gang again.
The DG returned with a glass of wine for me. He put his arm around me and gave me a squeeze.
“You look really good.” He said.
“Oh thanks,” I replied, not really taking in his compliment.
“No, you look really good.”
I smiled back. Thank God I bought this overpriced pink shirt instead of wearing that monstrosity of a jumper. I’m sure he wouldn’t be saying that I looked good then.
The DG and I continued talking about work. Out of the corner of my eye I saw CS trying to kiss Jaz, while a small crowd was egging him on. I had wondered if he were doing this to make me jealous but I kept thinking. Been there. Done that. Why bother kissing him in public when he can eat me out in private. I rolled my eyes and refocused on the DG.
The DG was saying how he’d been looking for me online all week, but I wasn’t there. “Oh yeah.” I said quite flippantly, “I’ve been busy, you know”
“I’ve been thinking about you. A lot. I miss you around the office. Come back and work here.”
“Let me know if there’s a position available.”
I put my arm around him. We embraced. Out of the corner of my eye I see CS pointing a video camera in our direction. I give CS a pointed look then turn my attention back to the DG.
The DG puts his hand around my waist. I pull away knowing that CS is filming.
“We’re being filmed.” I whisper to him. The DG turns around
“Let’s move towards the back.”
As we squeeze our way to the back of the pub Doggums tries to follow. I pick her up just so she won’t feel scared from all the people towering over her.
As we squeeze by the DG accidentally brushes against might left breast.
“Oh, so I bet you’re going to tell me that was an accident, eh?”
He smiles. “Accidents happen. Do you remember that time when I accidentally touched your boob.”
“A few seconds ago?”
“No, when you first started working here. We were here in the pub. There were only 3 of us here.”
“No. Still doesn’t ring a bell.”
“I brushed up against you, accidentally. And you pointed it out and said I did it on purposes.”
I stare at him as if he’s tyring to tell me something compeltley untrue.
“I’m sorry I don’t remember. Well, that’s when I first fancied you.”
“Oh my god?!? You fancy me?” I say genuinely surprised and in a hushed tone.
“Of course I do.”
I feel shocked. I mean I know he liked flirting with me, but I put it off as him being a big flirt. I didn’t realize that he actually fancied me.
“Well, I have a little confession of my own to make,” I say coyly, “I have a little bit of a crush on you too.”
I set Doggums down on the ground and the DG and I hug again. I hope no one here is keeping track of the amount of hugs that we’ve shared this evening so far.
Doggums gets starts barking and I feel like I should go home.
I look at the clock on the wall. “What time are you catching the train?” I ask him.
He’s vague, “Oh yeah, I’m just catching a late one. They run all night. Did you take the train here?”
“No I drove.”
“Ah.”
“Have you seen my car?”
“In pictures, not in person.”
“You have to see it. It’s fab.”
I pick up Doggums with one hand and carried my glass of wine with the other. We all squeezed our way to the front of the pub. We exit the pub. Strangely it’s a warm winter night. Feels like spring. It’s one of those nights were it’s just warm enough that you don’t need a coat.
I set Doggums down and the DG and I walked around the corner to my car.
“Very nice,” he says.
I set my wine glass on the curb and follows suit with his beer glass.
“I was going to get a Volkswagon Polo, but I thought this suited my personality more.”
“I love the color. It really does suit you.”
“Thanks.”
And in a moment of shared madness, I turned towards him, looked into his eyes and moved my mouth towards his. We kissed. It was slow. Passionate. Beautiful. He cupped his hands around my face as we kept kissing. It was awesome.
There’s nothing better than kissing someone you fancy for the first time. Shit, that kiss I had with the BFE on our first state has to be one of the best kisses ever. My kiss with the DG is a contender for the top three.
In the middle of kissing I suddenly had a reality check:
A. He’s married
B. We’re a stones throw from the pub and anyone could see us
C. He’s a friend who I admire and respect.
D. His poor wife
Then out of nowhere, my morals, which had been on a semi-permanent vacation kicked in.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I said. “We can’t do this.”
I backed away. He pleasant and respectful in agreeing with me. As I went to pick up my wine glass to head inside I said to him,
“Don’t get me wrong, kissing you is great but, it’s just….”
“I know…”
“But if it’s any consolation, I’m really, really wet now.”
Before I can pick up my glass he grabs my hand and we start running down the empty street. Doggums follows. We turn the corner into an alleyway. He backs me into a brick wall grabbing both my hands, and kisses me.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he says.
He kisses me fervently and even though one or two people walk past we don’t care. He lets go of my hands and I take his glasses off his face setting them down carefully. We continue kissing. I wrap my arms around him and he wraps his arms around me.
It all feels amazing and then my morals kick in again. And even though I don’t want to stop. I have to. He seems understanding. I pick up his glasses for him. We walk back to my car. We pick up our wine / beer glasses and head back inside the pub.
I suddenly felt so weird. As if, I were in some parallel universe. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I never imagined a day where I’d be making out with the DG. I chatted with a gay pal, the Impaler for a bit. He looked good.
“So does the DG still fancy your boobs. Especially in blue satin?
“Shhhhh! Dude. That’s a secret and he’s right behind us!”
I feel totally weirded out. Out of the corner of my eye I saw CS a few feet from me. He was sitting down at the table with his head buried in his hands. I almost felt something for him then. There’s something cute about a guy being vulnerable. Whatever it was I quickly snapped out of it.
“I’m going home.” I announced. It just felt too weird being there. Being there with the DG who I just made out with. And CS who I used to make out with. It was as if my past, present and future were all there at once.
I put on my coat and waved bye to the DG.
“You’re leaving?”
“Yeah, I gotta go” I answered.
“Wait for me. Just wait 15 minutes.”
I looked at the clock on the wall.
“Okay.”
I spent another 15 minutes chatting with Stephanie, Fred and the Impaler. As the last call bell sounded more and more people left the pub.
The DG and I were among the last to go. He asked me for a ride to Kings Cross. I said yeah.
Having a 2-seater cer is great. It means that you never have to offer a ride to more than one person. And even though there were a couple more people who needed to go to Kings Cross, they would just have to take the Northern line..
I put the dog and the dog bed in back. The DG and I got in the car and began the short drive to Kings Cross.
In the car he reaching over and kissing my ear and neck. It felt good. Fuck it felt so good. At the red lights we’d turn and kiss. I used to hate couples I’d seen doing that, now I was one of them. I started to lose my concentration on the road.
“I’m going to have to pull over,” I told him.
I looked for a quiet deserted street where we could park. Ironically enough, it happened to be in Mayfair.
On a dark, tranquil street I pulled the car over. We continued kissing, but quickly it progressed. He lifted my shirt up and reached for my breast. He released my left breast from my pink bra and began sucking on it. He nibbled my nipples just the right way. I almost came from the way he nibbled on them.
We continued our kissing and I reached for his belt buckle furiously unfastening it. I reached down his pants and found his cock. It was rock hard. I somehow felt victorious finally getting it. For a cock it was beautiful. Pristine and uncut. I assumed the position and place my mouth just on the head of his cock. I suckelekd it just a bit before lounging it down my throat. .
He began breathing heavily and sighing with pleasure. The car windows steamed up. I cupped his balls with my right hand.
I sucked him off until he was at breaking point. Then I strategically stopped.
I unbuckled my jeans. He pulled down my pink panties and began fingering me. With the small amount of space in the car it was hard to get into a good position to get fingered. So I didn’t cum. But I somehow didn’t mind.
I wanted to mount him but he insisted that we didn’t fuck. I sure wanted to even thought I knew it was wrong.. He rubbed his cock against my pussy but didn’t dare enter.
I sucked him off. He played with my boobs for a bit more. Then I gave him a hand job and he came on my tits.
The amount of cum that landed on my body was amazing. Probably a record as far as the guys I’ve been with goes.
He was silent after he came. The atmosphere was weird. It’s as if we’ve both been though some strange experience. As if we were war buddies walking back to the base after a humiliating defeat.
We drove on to Kings Cross. He kissed me passionately again before he got out of the car.
It all would been romantic if I didn’t have cum stuck in my hair.
Labels: Chaos Theory, cheating married guys, CS, cum, Doggums, Eagle Eye, finger fucked, married guys, Mayfair, MX5, party, the DG, the tanny
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