tsescher: MY BEST FRIEND’S BEST FRIEND’S HUSBAND: PT 1 “There he is!” Carla
tsescher: MY BEST FRIEND’S BEST FRIEND’S HUSBAND: PT 1 “There he is!” Carla announced, spotting the bearded stunner sitting alone at a table. My heart beat fast as we approached. Upon seeing us – my best friend Kyle, his best friend Carla and I – a goofy smile spread on his gorgeous face and he rose to shake our hands. “This is my husband, AC,” she said. “So great meeting you,” I said playing it cool. My eyes drinking in every one of his molecules. I wanted to lean in close and smell for aftershave. I wanted to see those bulges his black t-shirt clung to. I wanted to lick his lips. But I settled for gripping his hand tight during the handshake. As we set across from each other, I could help but stare at him as we all kept the conversation light. Without being obvious, I wanted to remember every detail. Every hair. Every vein. The tattoo on his forearm. The way a faint smile betraying small dimples slid across his mouth when he talked about his wife. I just wanted to touch him. The growing bulge in my pants betrayed my casual demeanor. Shifting in my seat, I asked Kyle, “Do you know where the bathroom is?” “I do,” AC offered, “And I have to wash my hands anyway.” With a reassuring nod to his wife, AC stood up and for the first time, I could see his full frame. A little shorter than me, but twice as wide. — As I I listened to the water run, I watched AC wash his hands through the crack in the stall. His massive arms bulged as he rubbed his hands against one another and for a moment, I tried to fight the inevitable. Opening the stall door quietly as he quietly dried his hands, I opening gawked as his tight ass pressing against his pants, wondering how it would feel from the inside. I place my phone on the counter and take a step forward and extend my arms… then another… then another. I felt my fingertips broach his shirt as he groaned softly. I watched his lumbering profile in the mirror as his eyes rolled back and his thick neck bent, tilting his head upward. The handle to the bathroom door began to twist, so I pushed myself inside. The door came into focus as a strange, musky scent hit my nostrils. My hands instinctively grabbed at my meaty chest. So this is what he smells like… This is what he feels like. Kyle enters the bathroom and gives me a little smile, then looks around in confusion. “Where’s Mike?” I shrug with a soft grunt. His voice flows out of me, “He wasn’t feeling well. He had to leave.” “That’s too bad,” Kyle replied. “I was hoping he would get to know you both.” I tried on what felt like a smile as Kyle stepped into a stall, then grabbed my phone off the counter. I quickly snapped a selfie. I would definitely use this to jerk off later. Although I promised myself I would only stay in him for a minute, I tucked the phone in his pocket and stepped back into the restaurant. The food had arrived. Does anyone know where I can read part 2? -- source link
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