yeah yeah, industrial estate
I don't have anything as lurid as half the stories here i'm afraid, although i do have one that was notable because i refused sex, an event in itself

Don't worry, it's never happened since.

I was 15 and was meeting this girl, my first real girlfriend. After months and months of freezing cold frotting in and around an exposed industrial estate she eventually relinquished her mimsy. She said she was a virgin, but her wizards sleeve belied her attempts at modesty.

Unfortunately we had nowhere to go of an evening other than factory doorways and the occassional unlocked portacabin, which to be fair was more like a 5 star hotel under the circumstances. It was March and still bitingly cold, we had split up for a month or two and had met up by accident, so we decided to rekindle a few old flames, mostly the cock and fanny flames.

We started rubbing and fingering beside the partial shelter of a electricity substation..I released her young tittes and proceeded to worry them...when all of a sudden, everything changed.

The realisation that she had reasonably hairy nipples chilled me more than the icy wind that buffeted my rapidly shrinking cock.

I withdrew my attentions and tried to zone out by flicking her ample flange....she then suggested we fuck, well, begged to be fair. The combination of the hirsute mammaries and the windchill factor forced me to concede what just months before i would have strangled a dog for.

She begged some more, pleaded then cried a bit...i was having none of it. I was a gentleman however and never alluded to the hard on withering effect her hairy aerola had on me and instead blamed it on the icy wind.

Like all good News of the World reporters, i made my excuses and left. Left her standing there, frustrated and moist. I legged it down to the relative shelter of the housing scheme and never actually saw her again.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Wed 29 Apr 2009, 10:18, 3 replies)

Phew...!

I was beginning to think the whole world was spent for this week.

Top tale sir.

Oh, and: "Like all good News of the World reporters, i made my excuses and left." - brilliant!
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Wed 29 Apr 2009, 10:29, closed)

Sound!
However a real gentleman would have gently removed the offending objects with his teeth.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Wed 29 Apr 2009, 13:59, closed)

Quality story
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( chart cat has an itch, Thu 30 Apr 2009, 5:18, closed)