A Daring Stranger Experience

By this time, my then girlfriend and I had decided to be as daring as possible! I guess it's important to remind you that I am a 40-year-old guy in decent (gym) shape and still with as much desire as when I was 20! My GF was in her early twenties and from Paraguay - HOT body, toned abs and long, slim but muscular legs, and an ass and pussy that no man could refuse! She loved sex and loved to please. While I taught her how to be selfish and put herself first and enjoy as many orgasm as possible, deep down she always needed to feel that the other person was being satisfied. She was quickly learning that guys preferred fucking girls who knew how to be pleasured before pleasuring.

Anyway...

We had already had various threesomes with other hot girls (she was at first Bi curious but now becoming very Bi.) and been to an amazing sex club in Madrid several times. But we were still excited to experience more and now we were fully prepared to push the boundaries.

I don't exactly remember how this particular idea came to mind, but she smiled and said, "this could be interesting". We used Tinder to find a hot guy open to a MMF experience and who was local ish. We never trusted the photos so always met people first, somewhere local, before inviting them my place.

After scrolling through a lot of profiles, we matched with three guys who we both approved of - they met the age, height and looks requirements (I was not interested in seeing an ugly guy with my girl). After exchanging a few messages it became one guy ticked the extra box, in that he seemed quite humble considering his age and looks. He was my height (6ft) and slim but muscular, he did triathlon so had low body fat and broad shoulders. He had never had a threesome before but had now been single for a while and was intrigued by our proposition.

We explained the desire to meet and it turned out that quite near him was a shopping center that we knew. We agreed to meet at 8pm on the next day which was Friday, so it was likely to be busy. We agreed to specify the exact place just before 8pm.

What the guy would not have expected, nor my GF, was my plan for the meeting. I explained to my girlfriend that I wanted her to meet him alone and take him to the disabled toilet to get acquainted. She frowned at me! I said that I wanted her to dress sexily in a pair of elegant shorts and modest top that revealed enough to make him want more... that I wanted her to suss him out as quickly as possible in this risky place and decide if she wanted to kiss him. That while in the toilets they should kiss and nothing else and after five minutes or so she / they should come back to my position and we would decide on the next step. She agreed that if they kissed she would tease him and not let his hands wander too much. Her sides, her hips, shoulders, face... But no breasts action, no ass... To drive him wild with desire.

We had never done anything apart before and she was a little nervous about the location and curious to make sure its what I really wanted. I reassured her and she was fine. We fucked for an hour or so after that both thinking about how it would be... While I knew it was on her mind, I deliberately didnt allow her to orgasm for a long time, really building her desire but mixed with frustration, too.

Fast forward to 7pm the next day and we left for the center to be there early. Once there we double checked that the toilets were where we remembered, a busy-ish passage a little away from the main area of shops and kiosks - and as remembered, the toilet in mind was very well maintained and clean. We then went to get a smoothie nearby and sent the instructions to our new friend. We were concerned for a a few minutes that he thought it was weird - we explained we knew how it seemed and that hes free to say no now or at any time once he had arrived if things were too risky. He agreed and everything was fine.

Luckily, his profile pictures were accurate and from our position at our café table we could clearly see that it was him approaching in the blue jeans and black t-shirt. My GF and I looked at each other. I smiled but was anxious inside. She looked very nervous and timid, like she wanted to back out. I asked her what she wanted... she smiled with energy, took a deep breath and stood up, looked at me one last time, turned and walked toward her meeting place.

I watched her walk away. Wow! The classy way she had of walking, with her amazing legs, the gentle sway of her hips... I felt jealous. I had lost control because I wasnt going to be there to watch, listen, approve, protect...

She turned the corner to the toilets and was out of sight. My heard was beating fast! I looked for our guy... he wasn't far behind and I watch him making his way for the sign to turn to his right, to the toilets. He had a strong, cool kinda vibe. No arrogance but lots of confidence. He knew he was meeting a hot girl (we sent a video to prove my GF was real) and he was going to be kissing her, but did he think he was going to get more? The way he didnt once look around for me, to see if I was nearby was telling. His mind was on one thing!

As I mentioned, the plan was for her to get an idea of him quickly, kiss him to see how it feels and how he handles himself, and then come back to me after up to ten minutes.

I set the timer on my phone and tried to think about other things. But my mind was racing. Did they have an issues sneaking into the toilet, were they talking in a hushed voices as we discussed, were they kissing, did she like it? Five minutes had passed.

Then seven...

I started to prepare for her or their return. Planning on the threesome we would be having when we got back to my place. Imagining how I wanted to fuck her while she was pleasing him with her mouth, etc etc.

Ten minutes had passed. I looked for them... no sign.

I wasnt worried as while she was a strong girl, any kind of loud noise would have alerted passers by, and there was a security cord in the toilet that could easily have been pulled.

I didnt take my eyes off the corner to the toilets, and after twenty minutes my GF appeared walking briskly with her eyes down and with a shy little smile on her face. The only time she looked up was to remember exactly where I was sitting.

I didn't take my eyes off her as she approached and sat down. She didn't look at me, her head was slightly lowered and she smiled. "Ahem", I reacted. She looked at me straight faced. "I'm sorry!", she said. Then a tiny smile appeared. She looked happy, but nervous, like she was still nervous of being caught. She asked if we could leave and go home... she would explain there.

...... to be continued.