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either incredibly shy or didn’t fancy her. She’d made all the moves. She’d done most of the talking, and it had been her idea to go back for coffee. Shuffling his feet and saying nothing, he seemed nervous. Was his wife waiting for him? she wondered, taking the cups into the lounge and indicating for him to sit on the sofa. She thought about asking him whether he was married as he sat down. If she was going to see him again, she wanted to know where she stood.
    ‘This is a nice place,’ he said, obviously trying to strike up a conversation.
    ‘It’s dreadful,’ she said, placing the cups on the coffee table and standing in front of him. ‘It’s too small and I hate the area. Anyway, I’m hoping to move soon.’
    ‘Really?’
    ‘I want a house, not a flat.’ Pushing her hips forward, she wondered whether he’d make a move as he gazed at her naked thighs. ‘Where do you live?’ she asked him. ‘Locally, I suppose?’
    ‘Not far.’
    ‘Where is “not far”?’
    ‘A few streets away. Cannon Road.’
    ‘Yes, I know it. They’re nice houses, quite big.’
    ‘It’s OK.’
    Sitting in the armchair opposite him, Mandy reckoned that Gary wasn’t interested in her. This was the first man she’d been out with in two years and he wasn’t interested. She’d never come on strong to a man, never made any sexual advances, but she felt that she had to catch up with Paula. The alcohol relaxed her, stripping her of her inhibitions, and she parted her thighs just enough to display the triangular patch of her tight panties hugging her swelling sex lips. She knew that Paula would question her about her evening with Gary and she didn’t want to have to lie. She wanted to say that Gary had taken her in his arms and made love to her, but …
    ‘Mandy,’ Gary began, glancing at the wall clock.
    ‘Don’t tell me,’ she sighed. ‘You have to get back to your mother?’
    ‘Yes. I mean, no …’
    Watching as he left the sofa and knelt in front of her, she wasn’t sure what to do as he parted her knees and gazed longingly at her tight panties. This was all rather quick, she thought, wondering whether she’d gone too far with her panty-flashing. Pulling her short skirt up and pressing his face into the damp material of her panties, he breathed in her girl-scent. It was strange that he’d had a sudden change of mind, she thought, as he sucked her outer lips through the white cotton crotch of her panties. And it was strange to think that she was allowing him to do this even though she’d only just met him.
    Her clitoris swelling, her juices of desire flowing, Mandy closed her eyes and parted her legs wide. It had been so long since a man had attended her feminine needs. Gary wasn’t so shy after all, she thought happily, as he kissed and licked the creamy-smooth flesh of her inner thighs. Pulling her panties aside and licking the puffy lips of her vulva, he slipped his wet tongue into her sex valley and tasted her lubricious pussy milk. Mandy writhed in the armchair, her breathing fast and shallow as his tongue repeatedly swept over the sensitive tip of her erect clitoris.
    She hadn’t realised how much she’d missed sex, until now. After two years of celibacy, she was desperate to feel the hardness of a cock stretching her neglected vaginal sheath open, the smoothness of a swollen knob pressing against her ripe cervix. Was Gary’s cock hard and ready for her pussy? Were his balls full and ready to be drained?
    ‘I’m coming,’ Mandy breathed shakily as her clitoris swelled and pulsated beneath his snaking tongue. Her vaginal muscles tightening, her womb rhythmically contracting, she let out a rush of breath as her orgasm erupted and shook her young body to the core. Gary thrust two fingers into her sex-wet vaginal duct and massaged her creamy inner flesh, adding to her incredible pleasure as he sucked on her pulsating clitoris. If Paula could see her now, she thought, digging her fingernails into the arms