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I knew it was the right thing to start writing the posts.

To the guys who have been for appointements after reading them – you’re welcome ;0)

S xxxx

I’ve had the filthiest idea about bonfire night, and this is one for me – not you guys.

I do have this thing where loud noises get me horny, weird I know, but it’s not that uncommon apparently. I have read stories about the number of women who orgasm during earthquakes – something about the deep rumbling sounds – so it is science, honestly.

Anyway, I can imagine myself going down to watch the fireworks off the end of the pier, and I’ll be in the big crowd along the seafront as the fireworks start. As soon as I hear the first explosions I can feel myself getting wet. They’ve started with quite a big one, and then there’s a load of smaller ones, all firing off really quickly and I start to squirm, rubbing my knees together and squeezing my thighs. I just can’t help myself.

I’m surrounded by people, but everyone is looking up, watching the show, and I get the wickedest, horniest idea.

I’m going to wank, right there, in the crowd.

I’m wearing my big quilted coat which is a really loose fit, and it has this great thing where the zips work both ways, so you can undo it from the bottom as well as the top. Just the job. I quickly lean down to where the coat comes to my knees and pull the zip up, so it’s undone to just above the waist. Looking ’round to make sure no-one is looking (they aren’t) I reach under the flap of the coat, pop the button on my jeans and slide down the zip.

Anyone standing straight in front of me would be able to see everything but it’s dark and everyone is facing the other way, looking up at the fireworks, which are now exploding in rapid fire as a load of rockets are launched together. We’re only a couple of minutes into the display, but already it’s getting quite loud and intense – I love it.

Not wanting to waste another second, I jam my hand into my jeans and slide my hand between my lips. I’m sopping by now and I slip a quick finger into my pussy for that delicious wetness I like to spread across my clit. My other hand is still in my pocket and I use it to push the coat over my front and hide what I’m doing, just in case someone does turn around.

This is no time for foreplay or teasing, it’s a fast wank in the middle of a crowd and I go at my clit like a demon. In no time my knees are going weak with the intensity of the feeling, and I can pant freely as the sound of the fireworks is building. I feel the thud of the explosions in the ground, and through my chest and pussy. It’s the most intense horniness I can ever remember feeling and my fingers are flashing over my clit, my pussy oozing wetness into my knickers.

I can feel the intensity of the fireworks building to the grand finale and I’m determined to get the timing just right. I’ve had a couple of small cums already, but want the main event to be just right and I’ve eased off the pace a little, edging myself, and trying so hard not to drop to my knees. I’m so aware of all the people around me but I’m beyond caring now – my only thought is getting off, and getting off big.

Then it happens – four or five huge fireworks that rock the ground and sound like they could break windows blast into the air and I’m there! My fingers dive deep into my sopping pussy as the most intense orgasm I can remember crashes through me in response to the power coming from the sky and ground. I hold myself tense, desperatley trying not to collapse as my pussy pulses around my buried fingers and it feels like I’m wetting my knickers. Again and again I feel the squeeze of my pussy and the intensity takes just a little too long to calm down. The fireworks are finished and the crowd is starting to move, looking at each other rather than up, but I can’t move. I still have one hand buried in my jeans, fingers deep inside and I just can’t move, the feeling was so intense and I need a minute.

Just as the crowd starts to move around me I notice a bench a couple of feet behind, and I manage to step back and slide my hand out as I collapse into the seat, coat covering my blushes as I bend.

I finally let out a huge sigh and slip my fingers into my mouth, tasting the sweetness of my own juices, and thinking of all the amazing wanks I’m going to have remembering this one over the next few days.

S xxx

I’ve just had the sexiest thought- trick or treating with a difference 😎.

Imagine you hear a knock on the door on Halloween, you pick up the bowl of sweets thinking it’s the usual kids, but when you open the door I’m there, dressed in a cloak, witches hat, and high heels 👠.

What would you do?????

I can just see you now, look of shock on your face and a very obvious growing bulge in your trousers.

What would you do next?????

Especially as I can see it’s just you on the doorstep, I can’t see anyone else behind you, so I let my cloak open a little and you can see I’m wearing nothing but black stockings and suspenders – you see just enough of my tits to know that I’m topless underneath and the chilly air has made my nipples rock hard – matching your cock 😘.

I glance down, my gaze lingering on the very obvious hardon in your trousers, look back up and purr “trick or treat handsome?”

Where is your imagination taking you right now? I know where mine is 😁