Bench
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2021 by Mat Twassel
Fiction Sex Story: Emma sits bare-bottomed on a bench. Lucky bench! Illustrated.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Illustrated .
In the wilds of the Arboretum Woods, Emma and I came upon what looked to be a brand-new bench.
“Want to rest here a moment?” I suggested.
“I don’t know,” Emma replied. “Would it be proper?”
“What do you mean?”
Emma rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “I don’t think it’s ever been sat on before. It’s a virgin.”
“Then you should be the first to sit on it.” I spread my hands in offering.
“You are such a gentleman,” Emma said.
“But maybe bare-bottomed would be best,” I said. “In as much...”
“In as much...” Emma repeated, and she eased her panties down her legs and off. “Here, hold these,” she said, handing me the white cotton underwear. I couldn’t help discerning a trace of Emma’s beguiling sex scent and a tiny circlet of moisture at the center.
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