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I am white, slim, but fit create, 5’ 5”, 52 years old, with shoulder length brown hair. I was attending a cookout at my friend’s house with Steve, a man I was dating. I was wearing a black floral sundress. Steve was wearing a polo shirt with khaki shorts. We had some food and mingled with other people there. The weather was pleasant and the cookout was nice, but I wanted to make it more exciting. We took a short walk around the neighborhood before we returned to my friend’s house. We went inside a room that was used for storage and a guest bedroom. I locked the door and kissed Steve for several minutes.

I could feel his bulge pressing against my body. His bulge was getting bigger during the kiss. I licked/nibbled on Steve’s neck while I rubbed his cock thru his shorts for a few minutes. I unzipped his pants and spat on my hands, using my saliva as a form of lube. I slowly and gently stroked his cock. This was adventurous. But there was a low risk of being caught. I resumed kissing him during the hand job. His cock gradually grew until he had a full erection. His cock was about 5 or 5.5 inches long. I broke off the kiss and said “Do you feel dirty? Sneaking away from the cookout so I can stroke your cock?”

Steve said “Yeah, but this is amazing!” in between his grunts. I sat on a chair and continued giving him a hand job. I stroked him with a faster speed and a tighter grip while fondling his balls with my other hand. I could sense Steve wasn’t gonna last much longer. His body was slightly shaking. His grunts were a little bit louder. His balls were tighter. The dirty talk, faster speed of the hand job, and the overall excitement from the situation was too much for him. I was still stroking Steve as he repeated “I’m going to cum” multiple times right before he blew his load. His cum splattered in different directions.

Most of his cum ended up on my hand and the floor. The rest of his cum ended up on my dress. We removed much of cum from my hand, his cock, the floor, and my dress with some rags in the room. There were still small residual cum stains on my dress. I wasn’t angry or upset though. I actually viewed his cum stains as a “badge of honor”. We went back outside. Steve said “we took a walk around the neighborhood.” I added “I spilled something on my dress.” What we said was technically true. But of course they assumed the stains were from food or a drink, not Steve’s cum. LOL.

NSFW: yes

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