Your other boyfriend made you late for our date

So here is the fantasy... You and I have a date, but when I come over to pick you up at 7:00pm, you are far from ready. You meet me at your door, disheveled and (thankfully) barely dressed. I can't but help notice your nipples jutting through the thin material of your tank top since you are not wearing a bra. Your cute denim skirt is so short it is almost x-rated. You welcome me in and close the door while we hug and kiss our hello. Your body feels hot, and you smell sweaty, but I like that smell so I become more aroused than I already am. I have been anticipating our date all day.

I ask you if you have just finished your workout and you just grin (like the cat the got the canary) and nod "uh-huh". We chat for a while and suddenly you say you have to take a shower and start head upstairs to the master bath. I follow you up the stairs and playfully lift your skirt. We giggle as you try to hold your skirt down, but I catch a glimpse of your light blue cotton panties under your short skirt. Is that a dark wet patch I see between your legs?

I'm starting to suspect that you have had sex recently (much to my delight).

I watch as you start to undress; first your tank top, then your panties, and your skirt. I notice you quickly cover your panties with your skirt. Simultaneously you cup your hand over yourself, say you have to pee. You excuse yourself as you dash into the separate toilet room and close the door. While you are peeing (I can here you tinkle and sigh through the door), I find your panties. Sure enough, they are damp, and I can smell the cum.

When you step out of the toilet, you catch me examining your panties. You have a shocked (guilty) look on your face. "What's this?" All you can manage is "uhm". "Never mind, I know what it is. Who's is it?" "Its, its, its Robert's", you stammer. Robert is your ex-boyfriend. He is still a good friend of yours. I've met him a few times and I enjoy hanging out with him too. I fiend a hurt look, and you say "Look, its just... I'm sorry", but it is at this moment that you notice the bulge in my pants. "Does this turn you on!?" you ask. You are confused, but at the same time can't believe your luck.

Without saying a word, I approach you and kiss you deeply. I take you by the hand and lead you to the hastily made bed. I pull back the covers. You protest "I can't. I'm messy. I didn't even wipe after I went ..." Before you can finish, I push you down onto the bed, right on top of the wet patch that you and Robert made, probably moments before I arrived. You skooch over to get out of the wet spot, leaving me no choice but to lie in it.

I lay next to you and I kiss and fondle you. I kiss you on the neck, and start to work may down to your breasts. My lips gently nibble and brush against your smooth skin as I move lower to your belly button, and lower still. You have your legs clamped together. When I try to gently open your legs, you clench you legs tighter. I whisper in your ear "you're a very dirty girl, and I want to clean you up." We kiss and caress some more. I kiss my way down your neck, between your breasts, down your tummy to your pubic mound - which you thankfully do not shave. Your legs are still together.
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We are almost in a 69 position, your hand is around my cock. I can smell your sex, and it smells of sweat, and cum and I feel a rush of adrenaline as I inhale deeply of your precious flower. You can feel my cock swell even harder. There is no question now. You fully understand that I am turned on by the fact that you had sex with another man. "Oh yeah. You like that huh?" "Ahhh. Yeaha". We laugh.

You part your legs "Clean me up then. You dirty pervert." I gently lick your outer labia. You pussy is already swollen and pink, from the good f*cking you had with Robert. Without taking my mouth from your pussy, I swivel around to lay between your legs and begin licking you in earnest. I breathe deeply taking in the smell of your juices, Roberts cum, and a hint of pee. No matter. I am so turned on, these smells simply accentuate the fact that I am being a very dirty boy, cleaning up my dirty girl.