Flowerless?

Dating is always such a drawn out and cumbersome duty. I never thought I would ever find the one true love of my life. I thought long and hard about it – and then I came to a conclusion that I am still young and there is no reason for me to look for a husband right now! I want to have fun and I want to have fun on my own however I want it.

I own this form shaping white dress covered in the most beautiful floral pattern you could think of. It is so light, warm and shows off enough of me to entice the opposite (and some times, if I am frisky, other cute girls). The top is slightly tight across of my chest and my breasts, ample and firm, just slightly pop over the hem line in such a way that when I take a deep breath the heave and over flow forcing the flowers to contort in sensual ways. You have no idea how many stares I get and just between us -- I love it!

When I catch a man looking at my milky white, soft breasts heaving out of my dress they always divert their gaze. They get all shy and scared that I just caught them with their hands in the proverbial cookie jar. What they don’t realize is that my collection (oh yes, I do have a collection now!) of what I like to call flower girl dresses is my tool to get noticed. The men that look at me want me. I know they do and it excites me to no end. If they were to reach under my dress they would feel my lips swimming in my moist juices.

Several months ago I was on vacation in Florida. Coffeehouses are always a great place to meet quality men and I happen to love the stuff so I visited one. Feeling frisky and unbelievably horny I dawned one of my dresses – light pink one this time – and went out. I was enjoying my latter when this handsome man entered. He was tall and thin and somewhat nerdy but there was something about him then just clicked in my brain my pussy throbbed. It made me even wetter when he caught me staring at him and he smiled.

I rose from my seat to leave, noticing him watching me. I walked by his seat and dropped my wallet by his leg (yes, I know it’s cliché). I bent down to pick it up and when I was in the midst of standing I slowly slide my hand up his leg and into his crotch feeling his incredibly hard cock. I nearly orgasmed on the spot. He twitched and exhaled and then I knew it - his hard cock would be penetrating my lips.

He followed me outside and I went around the corner of the building. I waited and he appeared. Immediately he kissed me and my body went numb with excitement. It was hot, heavy and sensual. His hand reached under my dress and quickly found my hard clit and he inserted his finger deep in me then tasted me – I quivered. Without a second thought I undid his zipper and reached in. I rose my leg and he grabbed it without hesitation and inserted himself inside me and took me on the side of the coffeehouse and I came as I never had before and he filled me deep inside.

As horrible as it may sound to some it was the most fulfilling sexual experience of my life and weren’t one minute “friends” – we saw each other later and talked all night. My entire vacation was spent with him and the best time I ever have and to this day we are still talking and together and see each other when I am in Florida and he comes to see me in Minnesota. One minute flings can turn into much more.

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