Tag: rp groping

Pardon My Hand – Bluebell

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Wayne hummed as he felt someone’s arms sliding around him from behind, he figured it was Sheldon since he was currently out with him and a look down told him yep, those blue hands were his mates.

Moaning softly at the rubbing over his crotch, he presses slightly against the hands before freezing.

They could have been Sheldon’s hands… Except the nails were painted and Wayne knew Sheldon hadn’t gotten his done today. The next moment he’d pulled away and turned, bumping back against the railing of the bridge and staring at the short, blue woman standing before him.

Wayne felt scandalized, and looked it, too.

“What the fuck, lady?!”

Wrapping an arm around Wayne’s arm protectively and to reassure his flustered mate, Sheldon raised a brow, “Backup? For what?”

Bell did a little shimmy, “Because little boy can’t handle all this,” she stuck out her tongue and waggled it suggestively at him, “Can you, pretty boy?”

“Oh sweet lord,” Sheldon groaned, she’d actually be gorgeous if she wasn’t so batshit insane. Actually, even that wasn’t necessarily a turn off in the right environment, but a public walkway was not it, “Turn down.”

Wayne just had to look when that tongue made an appearance and as soon as it waggled with that crazy look on the woman’s face, Wayne grabbed Sheldon’s hand and spun around.

“Right, we’re leaving. That’s enough. I’m done.”

Biting her lip and sniggering to herself, Bluebell waved to the departing pair, “Ciao-ciao, boys”

Pardon My Hand – Bluebell

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Wayne hummed as he felt someone’s arms sliding around him from behind, he figured it was Sheldon since he was currently out with him and a look down told him yep, those blue hands were his mates.

Moaning softly at the rubbing over his crotch, he presses slightly against the hands before freezing.

They could have been Sheldon’s hands… Except the nails were painted and Wayne knew Sheldon hadn’t gotten his done today. The next moment he’d pulled away and turned, bumping back against the railing of the bridge and staring at the short, blue woman standing before him.

Wayne felt scandalized, and looked it, too.

“What the fuck, lady?!”

Bluebell, laughed as Wayne jerked away, “Ah come on now big boy! My trouser monster doesn’t bite,” she winked and grabbed her crouch lewdly, “It just wants to be your frand~” tossing her head back she cackled, “You’d think gay men were allergic,” she ran her hands over her curves, “Don’t worry baby boy, I won’t taint you.”

Sheldon raised a sculpted brow at the whole exchange, “She stole your wallet? How in the world did she steal your wallet?“ he looked between the two with a frown, torn between bafflement and confusion at his mate’s reactions. Focusing on the crass woman, he snorted, “Do you have no shame?”

“Look I was distracted, okay? I thought her hands were yours on my… Ahem, anyhow-” Wayne stops and groans at Bluebell’s continued taunting, covering his eyes and frowning.

“Give it a rest, would you? Get out of here, don’t make me call the- Call backup.” Wayne takes his hand away and glowers at Bell.

Wrapping an arm around Wayne’s arm protectively and to reassure his flustered mate, Sheldon raised a brow, “Backup? For what?”

Bell did a little shimmy, “Because little boy can’t handle all this,” she stuck out her tongue and waggled it suggestively at him, “Can you, pretty boy?”

“Oh sweet lord,” Sheldon groaned, she’d actually be gorgeous if she wasn’t so batshit insane. Actually, even that wasn’t necessarily a turn off in the right environment, but a public walkway was not it, “Turn down.”

Pardon My Hand – Bluebell

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Wayne hummed as he felt someone’s arms sliding around him from behind, he figured it was Sheldon since he was currently out with him and a look down told him yep, those blue hands were his mates.

Moaning softly at the rubbing over his crotch, he presses slightly against the hands before freezing.

They could have been Sheldon’s hands… Except the nails were painted and Wayne knew Sheldon hadn’t gotten his done today. The next moment he’d pulled away and turned, bumping back against the railing of the bridge and staring at the short, blue woman standing before him.

Wayne felt scandalized, and looked it, too.

“What the fuck, lady?!”

It was, of course, that exact moment that Sheldon came around the corner holding two coffees.  Frozen in complete disbelief at the sight before him, his fiance… his proclaimed very gay fiance… with his hands down a blue woman’s pants who apparently was near orgasm. Mouth hanging open he finally snapped to, “Wayne, honey? You can tell that one isn’t me because of the poor fashion sense and the boobs. Just in case you were confused.”

He did have to admit she was breathtakingly beautiful even with the over the top makeup.

Bell rolled her eyes over to the voice, a blue man? Oooooh this just kept getting better, “Don’t be jealous, pretty boy,” she thrust her hips back hard and winked, “I’ll give him back when I’m done~” 

Oh god. Of all the times for Sheldon to come back…

Wayne froze up and looked right to Sheldon, face beet red and he swallowed, beginning to stammer.

“N-no, Sheldon it’s… She stole my wallet and- Ack!” Wayne gasped when Blue thrust back against his crotch again and Wayne finally managed to get a hold of his wallet, yanking it out and backing up quickly from the woman.

“Look, you. Piss off.” Wayne growls, wiping his wallet on his shirt and frowning deeply, face still red, feeling mortified beyond belief. Looking up at Sheldon, he walks over to him and takes the coffee meant for him with a long, steadying and calming breath,

“She groped me. I thought it was you, blue hands and all that.” Wayne mutters, glaring over at the woman.
“Stole my wallet and put it down her pants. That’s gross you know!” He shouts at her.

Bluebell, laughed as Wayne jerked away, “Ah come on now big boy! My trouser monster doesn’t bite,” she winked and grabbed her crouch lewdly, “It just wants to be your frand~” tossing her head back she cackled, “You’d think gay men were allergic,” she ran her hands over her curves, “Don’t worry baby boy, I won’t taint you.”

Sheldon raised a sculpted brow at the whole exchange, “She stole your wallet? How in the world did she steal your wallet?“ he looked between the two with a frown, torn between bafflement and confusion at his mate’s reactions. Focusing on the crass woman, he snorted, "Do you have no shame?”

Pardon My Hand – Bluebell

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Wayne hummed as he felt someone’s arms sliding around him from behind, he figured it was Sheldon since he was currently out with him and a look down told him yep, those blue hands were his mates.

Moaning softly at the rubbing over his crotch, he presses slightly against the hands before freezing.

They could have been Sheldon’s hands… Except the nails were painted and Wayne knew Sheldon hadn’t gotten his done today. The next moment he’d pulled away and turned, bumping back against the railing of the bridge and staring at the short, blue woman standing before him.

Wayne felt scandalized, and looked it, too.

“What the fuck, lady?!”

Bell moaned blatantly, playing it up, “You really know how to treat a lady. Aaaah! Haaaarder~”

God, this was well worth the man handling, just for the reek of his embarrassment and frustration. It was getting hard not to laugh. Of course, it helped that she did like some rough treatment. She wiggled her hips to make his attempt to get to the wallet harder. She really wanted to feel that dick again, that boy was packing! 

“Oooh! Officer!” She cried out in her best porn voice.

“Jesus christ would you hold still?!” Wayne snarled, flushed deeply as the moans got right under his skin and he quickly dug his hand into Bell’s pants, attempting to grab his wallet without touching anything and he so wanted to gag the woman but he only had two damn hands.

“I’m serious if you don’t hold still-” Wayne growls deeply in the back of his throat, almost animalistic in his frustration because he was currently fighting with a damn woman, in public, with his hand down her pants.

How in the hell did it come to this?!

It was, of course, that exact moment that Sheldon came around the corner holding two coffees.  Frozen in complete disbelief at the sight before him, his fiance… his proclaimed very gay fiance… with his hands down a blue woman’s pants who apparently was near orgasm. Mouth hanging open he finally snapped to, “Wayne, honey? You can tell that one isn’t me because of the poor fashion sense and the boobs. Just in case you were confused.”

He did have to admit she was breathtakingly beautiful even with the over the top makeup.

Bell rolled her eyes over to the voice, a blue man? Oooooh this just kept getting better, “Don’t be jealous, pretty boy,” she thrust her hips back hard and winked, “I’ll give him back when I’m done~” 

Pardon My Hand – Bluebell

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Wayne hummed as he felt someone’s arms sliding around him from behind, he figured it was Sheldon since he was currently out with him and a look down told him yep, those blue hands were his mates.

Moaning softly at the rubbing over his crotch, he presses slightly against the hands before freezing.

They could have been Sheldon’s hands… Except the nails were painted and Wayne knew Sheldon hadn’t gotten his done today. The next moment he’d pulled away and turned, bumping back against the railing of the bridge and staring at the short, blue woman standing before him.

Wayne felt scandalized, and looked it, too.

“What the fuck, lady?!”

“Oh baby~ You know I like it rough,” Bell purred and stuck her butt out tauntingly, laughing at the familiar treatment, “Real muscle man, aren’t you?”

Testing his grip… it reminded her of Wynette. Actually, now that she thought about it, he kinda smelled like Wyn too. Huh.

“That would take aaaaall the fun out of, big boy,” she looked back at him over her shoulder and licked her lips, “Big brave man like you afraid of what little old me has between her legs?”

Wayne grunted as when Blue pushed her ass out it collided with his crotch and he instantly pulled his hips further away with a growl.

“Would you just stop?” Wayne asked of her, flushing at her continued flirty behaviour and teasing. It was bad enough this chick was coming on to him (teasing or not) but the fact she smelled damn good and Wayne was liking it.

Not a good sign.

Glowering at her next words, Wayne growls and shoves her harder against the railing and switches his hold to one hand so he could reach down and find her belt buckle.

Fine, if she was going to make him do this he’d be as quick as bloody possible.

“Shut up.” Wayne grumbles.

Bell moaned blatantly, playing it up, “You really know how to treat a lady. Aaaah! Haaaarder~”

God, this was well worth the man handling, just for the reek of his embarrassment and frustration. It was getting hard not to laugh. Of course, it helped that she did like some rough treatment. She wiggled her hips to make his attempt to get to the wallet harder. She really wanted to feel that dick again, that boy was packing! 

“Oooh! Officer!” She cried out in her best porn voice.

Pardon My Hand – Bluebell

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Wayne hummed as he felt someone’s arms sliding around him from behind, he figured it was Sheldon since he was currently out with him and a look down told him yep, those blue hands were his mates.

Moaning softly at the rubbing over his crotch, he presses slightly against the hands before freezing.

They could have been Sheldon’s hands… Except the nails were painted and Wayne knew Sheldon hadn’t gotten his done today. The next moment he’d pulled away and turned, bumping back against the railing of the bridge and staring at the short, blue woman standing before him.

Wayne felt scandalized, and looked it, too.

“What the fuck, lady?!”

“Hand it over? Now where would the fun be in that?” Bell bit her lip with an excitable giggle. He WAS fun to mess with and the blush was priceless, “How about you come and get it then?” 

Staring Wayne straight in the eye she leaned back and pulled forward her pants by the large belt buckle. With a well practiced evil laugh, she stuffed his wallet deep down the front of her pants and into her underwear. 

Wayne sighed irritably and took a step forwards only to gape at what she did.

“Dude what the fuck?!” Wayne gestured to Bluebell’s pants and looked even more scandalized.

“This isn’t funny!” Wayne growls. He so wasn’t in the mood. Stalking up to her, he grabs Bluebell by the wrists and drags her over and around, pushing her up against the fence of the bridge and glared down at her, not letting the woman go.

“Now listen here. I’m going to let go of one of your hands, and you’re going to get my wallet for me. You’re then going to give it to me and maybe I won’t bodily haul you to the station.

She thought he was a cop here, so fine. He’d be a cop for now.

“Oh baby~ You know I like it rough,” Bell purred and stuck her butt out tauntingly, laughing at the familiar treatment, “Real muscle man, aren’t you?”

Testing his grip… it reminded her of Wynette. Actually, now that she thought about it, he kinda smelled like Wyn too. Huh.

“That would take aaaaall the fun out of, big boy,” she looked back at him over her shoulder and licked her lips, “Big brave man like you afraid of what little old me has between her legs?”

Pardon My Hand – Bluebell

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Wayne hummed as he felt someone’s arms sliding around him from behind, he figured it was Sheldon since he was currently out with him and a look down told him yep, those blue hands were his mates.

Moaning softly at the rubbing over his crotch, he presses slightly against the hands before freezing.

They could have been Sheldon’s hands… Except the nails were painted and Wayne knew Sheldon hadn’t gotten his done today. The next moment he’d pulled away and turned, bumping back against the railing of the bridge and staring at the short, blue woman standing before him.

Wayne felt scandalized, and looked it, too.

“What the fuck, lady?!”

Eyebrows held high, Bell gave him an angelically innocent look, “It’s not very nice to run around accusing people of things like that. Besides! Why would I need your wallet? When I got mine right here,” she pulled out Wayne wallet and flipped it open as she danced away, “Ooooooo a cop! You boys in blue are always fun~”

 She leaned over and put a finger to her lip in mock seduction, “Did you want to frisk little ol’ me, officer?”

“Keep that up and I might. Now hand it over, miss.” Wayne frowns deeply. He was still blushed over his freckled face from before and wasn’t having a very good time right now.

He could only guess this blue woman was a female variant of the blue boys. Not just that, but of Megamind. The villain. 

“Hand it over? Now where would the fun be in that?” Bell bit her lip with an excitable giggle. He WAS fun to mess with and the blush was priceless, “How about you come and get it then?” 

Staring Wayne straight in the eye she leaned back and pulled forward her pants by the large belt buckle. With a well practiced evil laugh, she stuffed his wallet deep down the front of her pants and into her underwear. 

Pardon My Hand – Bluebell

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Wayne hummed as he felt someone’s arms sliding around him from behind, he figured it was Sheldon since he was currently out with him and a look down told him yep, those blue hands were his mates.

Moaning softly at the rubbing over his crotch, he presses slightly against the hands before freezing.

They could have been Sheldon’s hands… Except the nails were painted and Wayne knew Sheldon hadn’t gotten his done today. The next moment he’d pulled away and turned, bumping back against the railing of the bridge and staring at the short, blue woman standing before him.

Wayne felt scandalized, and looked it, too.

“What the fuck, lady?!”

Bell just hadn’t been able to resist and when the huge gorgeous man had responded to her groping she’d gone ahead and given him a little squeeze. Just for kicks, she nicked his wallet in the process. 

Bouncing back a step and in full ripped up jeans and studded leather attire, the young villainess grinned up at him, “Ha! You can’t pretend like you didn’t like it. I could feeeeel it,” she waggled her brows, “If it makes you feel better you can have a grab at my dick,” she grinned cheekily, her tight jeans left little imagination, but she loved taunting people with the surprise they’d never know about.

“Uh, yeah because I thought you were someone else. Jesus, you don’t just go around groping people, what the fuck…” Wayne groaned and covered his eyes unable to believe this, before lowering his hand and staring at the woman incredulously.

Eyes darting over her form, he snorts and rolls his eyes. “Yeah right, you don’t even have- HEY, give the wallet back.” Wayne demands, holding his hand out with a frown.

Eyebrows held high, Bell gave him an angelically innocent look, “It’s not very nice to run around accusing people of things like that. Besides! Why would I need your wallet? When I got mine right here,” she pulled out Wayne wallet and flipped it open as she danced away, “Ooooooo a cop! You boys in blue are always fun~”

 She leaned over and put a finger to her lip in mock seduction, “Did you want to frisk little ol’ me, officer?”

Pardon My Hand – Bluebell

waynewoodridge-mcpd:

Wayne hummed as he felt someone’s arms sliding around him from behind, he figured it was Sheldon since he was currently out with him and a look down told him yep, those blue hands were his mates.

Moaning softly at the rubbing over his crotch, he presses slightly against the hands before freezing.

They could have been Sheldon’s hands… Except the nails were painted and Wayne knew Sheldon hadn’t gotten his done today. The next moment he’d pulled away and turned, bumping back against the railing of the bridge and staring at the short, blue woman standing before him.

Wayne felt scandalized, and looked it, too.

“What the fuck, lady?!”

Bell just hadn’t been able to resist and when the huge gorgeous man had responded to her groping she’d gone ahead and given him a little squeeze. Just for kicks, she nicked his wallet in the process. 

Bouncing back a step and in full ripped up jeans and studded leather attire, the young villainess grinned up at him, “Ha! You can’t pretend like you didn’t like it. I could feeeeel it,” she waggled her brows, “If it makes you feel better you can have a grab at my dick,” she grinned cheekily, her tight jeans left little imagination, but she loved taunting people with the surprise they’d never know about.