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| IN A QUEUE by Enola Just think you are in a queue (post office, bank…any!) and when you get there, you are breathless 'cos there are at least one hundred people before you!! You take your number, 126, and see that the electronic counter is still at 14!! You don't know what to do, stay or go? You look around the big hall and your eyes suddenly stop on somebody you know very well, "Bloody hell, James Dean Bradfield here!!" you think feeling your heart beating fast. As your eyes are constantly staring at him, he notices that and smiles at you very kindly. You think you can't lose such an opportunity, you must talk to him! You walk towards him and greet him with your more caring . "Hello!" smiling at him. He replies with a warm "Hi!" smiling at you too. "Which number?" you ask. "109, and you?" he says quietly. "126! How long do you think we'll have to wait for?" ask you sweetly, "Mmm, not more than a couple of hours if we are lucky!" answers him always smiling. "Shit! Could I have your autograph while we wait?" ask you kindly. "Sure! Wouldn't you prefer anything else?" asks him with an enigmatic expression in his face. "For example?" you ask ingenuously. "A f**k!" answers him going straight to the point. Your face turns redder than a tomato and you suddenly feel burning inside. You manage to say only a surprised "Sorry?" He laughs so much that you think he's pulling your leg. Then he says seriously, "You know what I mean! You take your knickers off, open your legs and I put my cock between them slipping it into you deeper and deeper and I shag you. Then I also can make you my autograph with the tip of my tongue!!" You are shocked, swallow hard and ask more and more curious, "Where?" "Anywhere!" whispers James breathing in your face. "Wow!" you sigh and add "Where and when?", James whispers in your ear "Right here, right now! There will be a loo here somewhere…" "Yeah, there is one just over there! Follow me in a minute." Say you showing the direction of the toilette. You walk towards it and enter and take your knickers off. After a while James reaches you and locks the door. You throw your knickers to him and he smells them sighing. Then you put your back against the wall and open your leg widely while he comes close to you and kisses you hungrily pushing his tongue into your mouth with strength. Then his hands go under your skirt then one of them stops in your pussy and massages it gently. He slowly enters two of his fingers inside you and moves them rhythmically. "And your autograph?" moan you. "Where would you prefer to have it?" asks James. "I don't care, you choose!" reply you. So James removes your top and your bra and with the tip of his tongue writes JAMES on your breasts, DEAN on your belly and BRADFIELD on your…clit!! "Do you always sign your autograph in this way?" groan you breathing faster. Then James stands up and kisses you again with passion. You unzip his trousers looking for his dick which your hand takes out from his knickers guiding it inside you. Then you cross your legs round his waist to push him deeper into you and he stars to f**k you moving his pelvis up and down and you both moan. Suddenly your hear someone entering the other loo, so you expect he stops for a while…on the contrary, he f**ks you harder and you'd like to scream out, but you know you can't…and James prevents you from screaming kissing you with strength. But you take your revenge on him digging your long nails into his back. When you hear that the other person has gone you say a bit angry, "You're a f**king bastard!" James grins and replies "Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it!!" Then he goes away from you and tidies his clothes up and before going he says, "I'm glad I met you and I hope to meet you again in another queue soon!!" <<< Enola's stories |