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Daisy Dukes
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Daisy Dukes He had a real love of Daisy Dukes photos. I can understand why because as a woman can imagine wearing them, or seeing an attractive woman wearing them is most definitely a turn on. I guess I can feel their tightness pulling up against my clit, and feel the cool air flowing into the raggedy frayed legs. Now being a mature woman, I don't often feel the confidence in wearing them, but day it was , and were were headed for a cold beer at our local watering hole and it's the kind of place where you feel right at home, and so I thought what the heck, a good afternoon wear them and relax. On this busy Sunday afternoon, there were many motorcycles in the parking lot, as well as cars, and so we had to park in the far end of the lot. As we walked into the cool bar, there was a happy tavern atmosphere of people talking, drinking, throwing darts, and eating, TV ball games, juke box throwing some ZZ Top, of my mate's favorites, and so we sauntered in, and got a few looks. We went back outside drink on the covered patio, and ordered our beer. My black shorts rode up on my thighs and my cheeks felt the cool metal seat. We were both a bit on the horny side, recently enjoyed some good weed, and now I were feeling the beer buzz, the heady summer breeze and my pussy enjoying this feeling of exposure and fun. I was also wearing a short sleeved button up top, light weight showing my lovely lace bra and soft deep cleavage. And of course, my beautiful long peace earrings, and my silver ankle bracelet that signaled that I was a swinger. My husband loved some of the glances I was getting from men and women. I went to visit the bathroom and felt heated eyes follow me there and back, and so my pussy was seeping some moisture by then. I was surprised when I got back to our table that there was a man sitting with my husband talking. When I approached the table, the stranger caught my eye, his had a twinkle in it, and he stood as a gentleman would. And though I am a liberal sexual mature woman, I always appreciate well bred manners in a man. I sat down as he pulled my chair for me. I saw his hungry eyes on my shorts and felt a whole new tingle in my body. He turned be a single guy happened stop in for a beer on his way home, wanted to sit outside, but there were no empty tables, and so my husband invited him to sit with us, and enjoy his beer and maybe a bit of conversation too. After we exchanged names, we began to away about many things in life. By now I was very aroused as he was a bit younger than us, and very nice looking, wearing a loose summer shirt and shorts and sandals. His trim muscular thighs were so close mine that I could feel his hairs tickling me and the heat from him touching me. There was obvious sexual tension and attraction between us and my husband was likewise aroused from seeing my open flirtation with this man. My legs fell open and before I knew it, the man's fingers were sliding along my inner thigh, and my husband's hand was on touching my other thigh and I was a quivering pool of jello in my pussy and core. When the man leaned in to tell me something, his fingers slid down my blouse and in my cleavage. Shock and surprise lit me up and I could feel myself falling into that place where new flesh meets new flesh, bodies push and pull and parts are tasted and the whole body becomes a living playground. The bar was so busy and even if people were watching, that added some excitement the whole scene for us all. We were clearly enjoying the sex charged atmosphere. I reached down clamp my hand over his thigh, and his eyes registered delight, and my hand found its way up his cock which was now filling his shorts. I ran my hand over the stiff length of his cock and he trembled and his eyes flickered a bit. And then I felt his fingers gently probing my labia that was pushed on side of the crotch seam that rode up tight against my wet clit. His fingers pushed in and found my wetness and he began rub my clit and I was a jellyfish just absorbing the pleasure of fingers playing with my most sensitive sexual treasure. We paid our check and it was early evening, but the bar was still packed and so we opened our car windows and took a toke and the of us sat in the car. We turned on some sweet sultry jazz and I sat in the third seat facing these beautiful men, both rubbing their cocks, and me spreading my legs wide pulling my Daisy Dukes up tight and separating my full pussy lips. I licked my finger and began rub my clit, while the guys watched, drooled and stroked. My husband then told me to take my shorts off, which I did, baring my smooth swollen mons, and when I began to rub again, I told the other guy that I wished he would fuck me right here, right now in the car. His shorts were off and his big cock stood at attention and I rubbed some good lube over him and he almost came, but when I pulled him down to me, his fingers pried my pussy lips open and he bumped my entrance with the big velvet head of his penis, I told him to fuck me and he slid in fast and deep. So turned on, so , all of us began climb that mountain of pleasure in pursuit of a car shaking orgasm, but before it us, we wanted groan, and fuck and . The evening air folded in on our electric bodies, and when he hammered my pussy so hard and so primal, my husband's cock was beginning spurt his seed all over, the guy was throwing his head back in silent roar of the orgasm wracking his body, and mine was vibrating from the inside outward. We all collapsed like deflated balloons, and there were smiles all around. Now my Daisy Dukes are some of my favorite shorts as you can imagine.    |
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