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There could be no doubt about the source of the noise coming through the wall from the adjacent flat. The guy in the next flat was jerking off, and really going for it. Lauren was pretty certain she could also hear the tell-tell sounds of a porn channel in the background.Lauren was not in a position to judge because as she lay there alone in her London flat she was pleasuring herself with a new glass dildo she had bought from a well known British sex retailer online. Lauren was just being nowhere near as energetic as her neighbour.As the sounds of self-pleasuring grew louder Lauren found herself increasingly aroused and wet. Her nipples hardened and her breathing became deeper. Lauren changed hands with the dildo and began thrusting it into herself with her left hand. with her right hand, she reached for her engorged clit and began to bring herself to climax. She longed for the guarantee of her small bullet vibrator but realised that it was still in her travel bag in her car parked outside. Both Lauren and her neighbour seemed to cum at the same time. He was a lot noisier than she but still both had good orgasms. Lauren announced her climax by reverting to her native Afrikaans, something that always happened with good cum.Lauren withdrew the dildo from her pussy and licked it clean, she carefully put it under her pillow and rolled over. Sleep came easily, it had been a long tiring week.Lauren had been in London for a couple of months and had settled among the expatriate South African community in Raynes Park, a leafy suburb in the south of the city. She had been sent over by her employer to find out what on earth was happening now that the British had voted to leave the EU. Her firm’s most important overseas market was the UK.Jobs all over South Africa on farms and vineyards depended on her employer still being able to export produce all year round.Information on what was happening was not easy to find. Nobody at the airports or container terminals seems to have a clue as to what they were supposed to do. Some shipments arrived and were processed quickly others were held up for days or even weeks. Seeking clarity was Lauren’s task. The constant emails and Skype-calls to her office in Johannesburg or Cape Town showed her frustration. Nobody seemed to know. They weren’t being evasive there just didn’t seem to be a plan.Lauren was glad to be among the expatriate community, at the end of a long day our week it was good to be able to relax and unwind among people who quickly became friends. Lauren built a good network of friends bahis siteleri both South African and British. Her British friends were equally mystified by Brexit and its entirely predictable consequences.Lauren’s posting to London had coincided with the end of an on-off relationship that had been unsatisfactory for several years. There was no doubt he was a good fuck but Lauren wanted more and wanted some visible signs that he appreciated her. She also began to find him boring.The expatriate community in London was not just families there were plenty of singles both divorcees and those still single. Lauren was good at making friends. It helped that she worked for an exporter of some of the best South African wine and produce. Nobody hosting a Braai in London forgot to invite Lauren.It was at one of these parties that Lauren first ran into Sabrina. Sabrina had been in London for five years and looked like shows here for a few more. She was married with two teenage sons who had settled in London. Sabrina was always the life and soul of any Braai and always popular with men and women. It was at one such party that she really latched onto Lauren particularly when she found that Lauren had bought a couple of bottles of Vergelegen which was almost impossible to find outside South Africa. The evening was one of the most enjoyable Lauren had had since arriving in London. Both women went home slightly tipsy but promising to phone each other in the morning. The calls became regular and Lauren and Sabrina also began meeting for coffee or sometimes a drink when Lauren’s diary allowed it. Lauren found Sabrina good company. One evening while sharing a bottle of wine in a pub in nearby Wimbledon Sabrina described herself as a Rugby widow. She went on to say that her husband and sons were just mad on the sport and would watch it for hours.“It was okay when it was just the Springboks but now somebody has found a way of streaming domestic games live over the internet in pretty good quality. So whenever the Blue Bulls or the Golden Lions are playing, I’m alone in the house for hours. And my husband and boys are not back until late. I’m just not getting fucked anywhere near enough.” Sabrina’s candour actually aroused Lauren.While they were waiting for a cab to share home, Sabrina announced that tomorrow she was going to get her pussy waxed and invited Lauren to join her. “I’m a good customer of the salon, they will always find time for you.” There was no hiding the mischief in Sabrina’s voice. After she had got back to her flat and checked canlı bahis siteleri her laptop for emails and Skype-calls, Lauren decided to call it a day. She had a quick shower and slipped into bed. Lauren fully intended to read a book but instead found herself masturbating. She was amazed at how wet she was just thinking about the conversation with Sabrina. She also realised that her own pussy required a good tidy up. Lauren woke the next morning feeling aroused with anticipation about seeing Sabrina and visiting the salon. While she was making coffee she glanced out of her window and saw her neighbour returning to the flats they shared. He was dressed for the cold and was carrying a rucksack that contained all of his camera equipment. The giveaway was that he was carrying a tripod. Lauren looked at him approvingly. An older man with a distinctive military bearing. Quiet but clearly capable and comfortable in his skin. Lauren found him immensely attractive and made up her mind to introduce herself at the earliest opportunity.Later that morning Sabrina called and said she was outside and ready to take Lauren to the salon. Sabrina was driving her Mazda convertible with the top down. Lauren jumped in and they both kissed.Sabrina had called ahead and the salon was expecting Lauren as well. The salon was beautiful, tastefully decorated with plenty of house plants and good art on the walls. Both women were offered coffee or mineral waters and shown the wide range of lotions and oils that the salon stocked. Both women took their places in adjacent cubicles. Lauren was surprised to find that she had been booked in for a full “Hollywood” wax. She traditionally opted for a Brazilian with a small landing strip of hair left behind. The lack of sex recently had meant that even that was now long overdue.The procedure was simple and the assistant who carried out the procedure was quick and very careful. Lauren was surprised to hear Sabrina through the partition. She was clearly not enduring any pain or discomfort but obviously enjoying her treatment. Lauren’s assistant remained poker-faced and gave away nothing about what might be happening in the next cubical.After they had both had their treatment Lauren suggested that she would like to treat Sabrina to lunch as a thank you for sorting out the salon visit. They jumped in the Mazda and headed into Wimbledon. Two sexy looking MILFs out for lunch.They enjoyed a good lunch at a Vietnamese restaurant and then headed for the car. Sabrina offered Lauren wine at her house after canlı bahis she had parked her car.The house in Raynes Park was tastefully decorated with plenty of art and artefacts from their native South Africa. Sabrina’s husband and sons were just leaving as they arrived there was a big game this afternoon and they were joining all the other South African rugby fans.As they finished their first glass of wine Sabrina offered Lauren a top-up and put some Hugh Masekela through the streaming speakers. Sabrina sat next to Lauren on the sofa.“I love Hansie very much, he is a good husband and a great father who works hard for us all. I don’t begrudge him his rugby but I just wish he would pay me more attention. I practically had to order him fuck me last night.” Sabrina’s voice was laden with frustration.As the second glass of wine kicked in Lauren countered by saying that at least Sabrina was getting fucked although obviously not enough. She was not getting any and it had been months. “I have no intention of cheating on him, particularly in this small community but my pussy needs a lot more attention than it is getting.” Sabrina then made a very bold move and kissed Lauren on her lips. Lauren was shocked but did not pull away. After a few seconds, she returned the kiss. Both women moved closer to each other on the sofa still kissing.Lauren and Sabrina were quickly entwined and passionately kissing each other. Their arms held each other close and their hands and fingers began exploring each other.“Let’s take this upstairs,” Sabrina said with a mischievous look on her face. Now would be Lauren’s opportunity to leave. It was the last thing she wanted right now.Sabrina’s bedroom was the largest in the house facing the road, Unlike the two boy’s rooms, there was no sporting memorabilia or rugby posters. it was tastefully decorated in the colours of home and above the bed was a huge panoramic picture taken in the Kruger National Park at dusk.Sabrina and Lauren shed their clothes and fell upon each other on the bed. heir lips and tongues sought out each other’s mouths and their fingers quickly found each other’s freshly waxed pussy. Lauren had never for a second thought of her self as anything other than straight, but what was happening now was opening up a whole new world to her.Both women fingered each other to orgasm and Lauren was both surprised and delighted to hear that, like her, Sabrina reverted to Afrikaans when she climaxed. The language really emphasizes deep guttural sounds.Sabrina sensed that Lauren was slightly worried about being found naked in her friend’s bed.“Don’t worry, the game has only just started, we have the place to ourselves for hours,” Sabrina reassured Lauren. With that, she headed downstairs stark naked to retrieve their wine.
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