Why do women love wearing bathrobes before and after sex?
I remember this was common in 80s and 90s porn. Anyways my live was pretty voyeuristic growing up, therefore I got to see this in person as well
One night my mom left me at her friends to babysit me a night she went out. her friend left me in the living room playing Sega Genesis as she went to her bedroom down the hall then her boyfriend came home later. I remember hearing them watch tv in the room with their door open and suddenly I heard a lot of kissing and smooching from them and then suddenly heard the bed rock as they moan loud, again With door open. so it didnt take rocket science to know what they were doing. Minutes later they stopped and her my friend's mom came to check up on me and told me how much of a good gamer I was when she realized the level I was on in the game I played. All this while on her bathrobe.
The 2nd time was similar, except it was at my uncles house. It was getting late so my uncle’s girlfriend tucked me in bed as she when to sleep with my uncle one door away. I couldn’t sleep that night and suddenly I heard the bed rocking and my uncle and his girlfriend just started moaning the night away. They suddenly quiet down and then her my uncle’s girlfriend walks out on her bathrobe to get water. She when in to check up on me and ask me if I was ok as she was surprised that I was still up that late.
Lastly it was at the strip club when I turned 18. You see prostitution was once legal here in my state & strip clubs used to exploit that. Most even had dancing booths design for fucking. The one that I went to had it right near the crowd and the door were calf height so you could see their feet. So I remember a stripper once took a guy in there and I just knew they fuck because the first thing she did was dropped her panties and then she got on top and started bouncing on him with her feet facing the same direction as his; this was obviously not a lap-dance. So minutes later they walked out and the stripper when straight to the dressing room and came back out with you name it; a bathrobe. Hell I remember I was leaving at that time and on my way out she starred and smiled at me as she gripped on to her bathrobe.
One night my mom left me at her friends to babysit me a night she went out. her friend left me in the living room playing Sega Genesis as she went to her bedroom down the hall then her boyfriend came home later. I remember hearing them watch tv in the room with their door open and suddenly I heard a lot of kissing and smooching from them and then suddenly heard the bed rock as they moan loud, again With door open. so it didnt take rocket science to know what they were doing. Minutes later they stopped and her my friend's mom came to check up on me and told me how much of a good gamer I was when she realized the level I was on in the game I played. All this while on her bathrobe.
The 2nd time was similar, except it was at my uncles house. It was getting late so my uncle’s girlfriend tucked me in bed as she when to sleep with my uncle one door away. I couldn’t sleep that night and suddenly I heard the bed rocking and my uncle and his girlfriend just started moaning the night away. They suddenly quiet down and then her my uncle’s girlfriend walks out on her bathrobe to get water. She when in to check up on me and ask me if I was ok as she was surprised that I was still up that late.
Lastly it was at the strip club when I turned 18. You see prostitution was once legal here in my state & strip clubs used to exploit that. Most even had dancing booths design for fucking. The one that I went to had it right near the crowd and the door were calf height so you could see their feet. So I remember a stripper once took a guy in there and I just knew they fuck because the first thing she did was dropped her panties and then she got on top and started bouncing on him with her feet facing the same direction as his; this was obviously not a lap-dance. So minutes later they walked out and the stripper when straight to the dressing room and came back out with you name it; a bathrobe. Hell I remember I was leaving at that time and on my way out she starred and smiled at me as she gripped on to her bathrobe.
36-40, M
