England Shirt, No Knickers – An Erotic Sex Story
I was out on a Saturday night, wearing nothing but a tight-fitting England shirt and no knickers. It had been a long week, and I was determined to blow off some steam. I had no idea where the evening would take me, but I was ready for anything.
I walked into a local bar and scanned the room for someone interesting. I saw a tall, handsome man in the corner, and I could tell he was watching me. I sauntered over to him and sat down. We started talking, and it didn’t take long for us to start flirting. He asked me if I was alone and I said yes. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, “I want to take you home.” I felt my heart racing as I looked into his eyes. I nodded in agreement, and we left the bar together.
We drove to his house in silence, and when we arrived, he pulled me close and kissed me passionately. I could feel my body responding to his touch, and I became aroused. We stumbled into his bedroom and started undressing each other. I gasped as he explored my body with his hands, exploring every inch of my curves. He kissed my neck and caressed my breasts, sending sensations of pleasure coursing through my body. I moaned as he moved lower, kissing and licking my belly before making his way down between my thighs.
He expertly licked and sucked my clit, making me gasp in pleasure. His fingers explored my wet folds and I could feel my arousal intensifying. I begged him to fuck me, and he obliged, thrusting his hard cock deep inside me. I moaned in pleasure as he moved in and out of me, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
He pounded into me faster and faster, and I could feel my orgasm building. I screamed out his name as I came, and he followed soon after, gasping in pleasure as he filled me with his hot cum. We collapsed into each other’s arms afterwards, both exhausted but satisfied.
The next morning, he drove me home and kissed me goodbye. I felt a twinge of sadness as I watched him drive away, but I knew I would see him again soon. I had had the most amazing night and I couldn’t wait to do it all over again. I went home and put on my England shirt and no knickers, ready for whatever the night had in store.
