The Princess and the Fool Ch. 01

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(This story happens some weeks after Cheyenne’s Revenge)

**No problem becomes impossible until you stop trying to solve it**

So I found myself lying down in a barn, back against a stall, being ridden like a stallion by a girl I barely knew and was coming not to like. I had to ask myself, how did this happen?

The job was not easy, or safe, but it was fairly direct. An heiress had been kidnapped and the kidnappers wanted two million dollars and no police or the girl would be killed. The father went to my employer, who brought me in. I reasoned that these guys were professionals that had done this type of thing before. If we met their demand, they would return the girl. Dead victims are bad for business. They make people do things like call in the FBI.

They gave me the two million in two large cases. I rigged them with dye packets keyed to a combination lock. I took a fixed up sedan, with bullet resistant glass and side panels. I didn’t expect trouble, but I planned for it. As per my normal operating procedure, I didn’t carry a gun. Having a gun wouldn’t help in this situation and since I planned to do what they asked, I was hoping not to need one. I was contacted by the kidnappers, agreed to their meeting in the hills, and confirmed my plan with the boss. Everything went according to plan right up until the lead kidnapper stepped out of the van.

“If it isn’t the great Taylor Eden,” the guy said. It was Ted McNair. We had a history, or more to the point, he tried to burn me on a contract we were both on (I never betray a client) and I left him in a Guatemalan prison. I was getting the vibe that he’d never forgiven or forgotten.

“Hey Ted. You look good. I’d like to talk about old times, but I think we have some business to conclude first. We can catch up once the contract is complete,” I stated evenly.

“Of course, you were always totally reliable. Let’s get down to business,” Ted nodded. I went to the back seat of the car and pulled out the first large case. I heard sliding door on the van open and several people get out. I walked to the halfway point, knelt by the case and disarmed it. A deterrent doesn’t deter if the other guy doesn’t know about it. I tried to keep my cool. There were two guys with assault rifles and two other men with pistols. There was the sixth man behind the wheel of the van. I would have had to be an idiot to not felt that sinking feeling in the bottom of my heart. I tried to remember if I’d kissed Cheyenne good-bye before heading out that morning.

“What’s with the case, Eden?” Ted inquired.

“Dye packs set to go off in one hour, or if the wrong combination is entered,” I responded. “Now I want to see the girl before you get the other half of the money.”

“Otto, check out the case,” Ted directed one of the men with an assault rifle. “Eden’s honest, but he’s also stupid,” he added with an evil grin.

‘Yeah,’ I thought, ‘I’m probably not walking out of here alive.’ I had to keep going. Priority One was to save the girl. It is what I had been paid to do. The man walked up holding the assault rifle in on hand while he opened the case and looked inside. Otto grinned back at Ted.

“It’s here.”

“Bring out Ms. Todd,” Ted directed. Ms. Melinda Todd, spoiled rich brat with a doting father. Twenty one and always privileged, I was wondering how she was holding up to the stress. She was blindfolded and her hands were tied in front of her.

“Take off the blindfold and cut her loose. I want to see what I’m buying,” I directed. Ted nodded and my request was answered. She looked scared and a little dirty, but alert. At this point I was sure that I was gone to die.

“Let her come to the halfway point and I’ll get the rest of the money,” I told Ted.

“Melinda, go to the nice man. He’s here to rescue you,” Ted said. Melinda started stumbling toward me. She was squinting in the morning light. She had just had a blindfold removed and she was adjusting as fast as she could. I didn’t think it mattered. I was now sure they would kill me the moment they got the rest of the money. Ted wasn’t going to be professional. This was personal. What really bit was that they were going to kill Melinda too.

I back toward the car. I opened the front door, cut the engine on. They didn’t react. It was most likely that five men were going to blow the crap out of me way before I could get back here. I went to the back seat and got the other large case out. As my mentor once said ‘no problem is impossible until you stop trying to solve it.’ I had no idea what I was going to do, but I knew if I stopped they would kill Melinda. I didn’t know her, but she was the contract, and I was most likely going to die uselessly trying to save her.

I came up with the case while scoping the competition. Melinda stood beside Otto, with the first case of money between them. The second guy with an assault rifle was resting, but alert against the front of the van. Ted was between that man and me. The two men with pistols canlı bahis şirketaleri were still by the van’s sliding door. I was outgunned, outnumbered and on ground of my enemy’s choosing. Sun Tzu should have risen up from the grave and pummeled me.

My assets? Otto was standing too close to the money, thus me. Ted didn’t want to just kill me; he wanted to make me suffer. My kneecaps didn’t appreciate the sentiment since they were likely the first to go if things got nasty, which was what was going to happen. I had to figure how to use those two things. I came up to Otto and smiled.

“You are going to be a rich man,” I told him. He nodded and smiled. He knew I was going to die – bastard. I put the case down and rolled the combination. As I hoped, this got Otto’s attention.

“Go to the car, Melinda,” I told her in the most casual voice I could manage. I really hoped my fear wasn’t showing. I stood up. Ted was about to say something.

I drove my fist into Otto’s solar plexus. On the counter move, I grabbed the assault rifle from him and put him between me and Ted. Otto was still struggling for breath when I jammed the rifle into his ribs.

“Melinda, in the car now!” I shouted. “Ted, I’m leaving here and you can have the money. This doesn’t have to go down this way.” Ted looked mildly surprised, looking down his drawn pistol at me. I heard Melinda’s feet scrambling up the road. I had to admire her keen survival instincts. I hoped she would get to exercise those instincts into her nineties.

“Well damn, Taylor. You are not a total moron, but it is still five against one,” Ted grinned. I didn’t like the way Ted was counting. There was Ted plus five kidnappers, but sadly I had only one under my power. I knew what was about to happen next.

“Sorry Otto,” Ted said right before firing two rounds into Otto’s chest. I guess it is easier to split two million five ways than six. Good news: I now only had five guys left to go. Bad news: they were all pointing guns at me and I was standing in the middle of the road with my dick n my hand (figuratively speaking).

Rule Number One in a gun fight is to seek cover. Do not fire back – dive, roll, sprint – do whatever you have to do to put something between you and a bullet. Cemeteries are full of guys who thought they could shoot back first. I had no such luck. There was a ditch about seven feet away, and the car was over twenty.

Rule Number Two in a gunfight is if you can’t seek cover, make yourself as small a target as possible. I knelt and began firing as Otto fell past me. Ted was tracking me, but I was a hair faster. I fired three bullets down range. Ted rolled aside. Had I taken this thing personally, I would have kept firing until I hit him. Thing was, I wasn’t trying to hit him. I shot the guy with the other assault rifle in his stomach, slamming him against the grill of the van.

Shots were flying around me and I got slammed to the ground. Bullets will do that to you. I screamed like a bastard. Men who take a bullet and tough it out without a sound are a whole lot more of a man than I am. I hate pain. It is right up there on my List of Least Favorite thing right next to getting shot. My basic human chemistry took over: pain lessened and a certain bizarre clarity took hold. Oh, I kept screaming like a little girl, but my eyes were telling me I had been shot in the shoulder. Blood wasn’t fountaining out, so my artery wasn’t busted. My fingers flexed in my left hand. It hurt, but it was still semi-functional. Semi- being the operative word.

Lucky me, I had chosen an assault rifle, which requires two hands. Hollywood likes the whole Rambo-esque vision of guys firing a big gun in one hand while on the run. Sure, I can hit the broadside of a barn doing it that way. Barns are big and don’t shoot back. My main advantage was rules number One and Two. The three guys with pistols were trying to make them as small as possible. I forced myself back into a kneeling position and went for the old ‘pray and spray’ maneuver. I simply spayed bullets all around and prayed that they would keep their heads down. I think they did manage to get some shots off, but the Patron Saint of Lost Causes was clearly looking out for me.

I staggered to my feet and kept shooting. No barns made themselves available to be killed. I certainly didn’t hit any people. As I made it to my driver side door, I turned and steadied my rifle on the door and fired into the radiator of the van. I got off a few rounds then gun clicked empty. I hate guns. I’ve never had my fists run out of ammo when I really needed them.

Now that I didn’t have the thunder of a gun going off in my head, I heard Melinda screaming at me.

“Get in the back you idiot!”

Running away from people seeking my imminent demise was a sensation from my past that I would have loved never to have experienced again. I dove into the back seat and Melinda floored it. The car lurched forward as I clawed my way into further into the car. canlı kaçak iddaa I started choking back tears as Melinda zipped passed the van. Shots zinged around car and I thanked God for upgrading the windows. As we sped away I started to sob.

“Are you okay?” Melinda asked. She was looking at me.

“Eyes on the road,” I begged her. We were doing forty-five down a dirt road. Running off would have really sucked considering that neither one of us was buckled in.

“You’re crying,” she observed. “What kind of bodyguard are you?” she added angrily.

“I’m not crying because I’m in pain,” I ground out. “I’m crying because you are driving the wrong way down a dead end road.”

She made a little “Oh” sound.

She sped down the road for about a minute before either one of us spoke.

“The road runs down around ten miles from where I picked you up. There is a house at the end of the road. If we are lucky they will have a phone,” I told her.

“Don’t you have a cell phone?” she growled. I tossed my phone onto the front seat with her. More accurately, I tossed the bullet-busted remains of my phone. I had a whole in my jacket I could put my thumb through. I wasn’t sure how the bullet missed me.

“Are you good at this?” she asked.

“You aren’t dead yet, are you? Trust me, right after they finished with me, they would have put you in the grave beside me. We weren’t supposed to make it out of there alive.”

“Why didn’t you kill more of them?” she continued. She was really starting to get on my nerves.

“My top priority was to get you out safely. That meant I had to put myself at risk,” I pointed out.

“You haven’t done a good job,” she commented. “I’m still in danger.”

“If it is any consolation, they will kill me first.” If I had any luck left they would kill both of us soon so she would shut the fuck up, I thought.

“That doesn’t make me feel better at all,” she snapped.

“We need to get some things straight. I’m not your bodyguard. Your Dad hired someone to rescue you and that person hired me. I’ve done this before though this is the first time someone has tried to kill me. Maybe you really pissed them off,” I lied.

“I don’t see how,” she told me. “I never did anything to them.”

“Did you talk to them the way you talk to me?” I asked.

“What do you mean? I always talk to people this way,” she answered. I’m stunned Ted didn’t kill her, but then he needed her to lure me to the site.

“Okay. You are a total bitch over-whelmed with your own sense of self-importance. Now that we have that out of the way, I’m Taylor and if you listen to me I will get you out of here alive. Act the way you are used to doing and we are both dead.”

“If I’m such a bitch, why are you helping me?” she sounded hurt.

“Melinda, all you need to know is that I will die to get you back to your Father. It is what I do and despite your critique, I did manage to winnow our opposition from six to four. I also disabled their van so they couldn’t follow us right away. You are the one who jumped in the driver’s seat and drove the wrong way,” I replied. She paused for several seconds then turned around and yelled at me.

“I freaked out! I’m sorry. I’m not used to being kidnapped or being shot at,” she sobbed. Oh God.

“Brake!” I said insistently. She kept looking at me.

“What?”

“BRAKE!” I screamed. My old buddy the barn was rushing up at us, and here I was without a gun to shoot it with. Melinda ducked down sideways. I ducked too. Here we were, minding our own business and that damn barn came up and hit us. Fucking Barn.

I thought of Cheyenne and how good her hair smelled. She was trying to do something to me, but I couldn’t understand what she wanted. It didn’t matter though, she knew what I wanted. It felt good, her going down on me like that. She looked up and said something else to me. I didn’t know what it was, but I said “Yes” anyway. God, she felt so good.

“Cheyenne,” I grinned.

“Who?” Cheyenne asked me. That was strange. Cheyenne rocked against me and pain shot through my left side. I snapped to wakefulness.

This is how I ended up with a girl riding me like a stallion, and me not being very sure how it happened and dreading the fact that I never had mixed business with pleasure before now. Melinda pushed her bra-contained tits in my face. I was weak. I nibbled the nipple and she grabbed my head and pushed that nipple farther into my mouth. She also kept rocking back and forth on me. Damn her pussy was tight, warm and wet. I broke free of her grasp on my head.

“Melinda?”

“Who is Cheyenne?” she moaned.

“She’s my girlfriend and the woman who is going to have my nuts after your father finishes castrating me.”

“Don’t talk about Daddy, or your girl, just fuck me,” she commanded. Well, I was already inside of her. It wasn’t like they could make me deader.

“How long was I out?” I mean, there were four guys out to kill us.

“Do you always talk canlı kaçak bahis so much during sex?” she countered. I moved my right hand around her thigh and to her ass. I began rubbing her ass cheek, moving my fingers closer to her asshole. That got her attention.

“Good boy,” she purred. “Five minutes. You’ve been out for five.”

That sounded like I had enough time for a quickie. I blamed my lack of judgment on blood loss, my dream of Death by Hot Chick, and a strong desire to shut her up.

I deftly bit the top of her left bra cup and pulled it down with my teeth. When I had it snuggled beneath her breast, I went back to work on her nipple.

“Clever,” she moaned as she ran her hands through my hair. She rocked harder and pushed up slightly. My forefinger touched her puckered hole. She wiggled her hips around, teasing my fingertip against her. I pressed my finger gently against her then she surprised me by slowly lowering herself and driving my finger into me.

“Play with it,” she whispered down at me. I didn’t know if she meant her ass or breast so I went after them both. She was grinding into me with her hips and I was getting into it, her breath becoming more rapid. I was working to match her rhythm with my hips and was trying to reach our climax together.

“Excuse me?” a female voice said. Since none of our hunters were women, I had to assume this was the owner of the barn. “Are you two having fun?” she grumbled. I couldn’t blame her. We’d blown a hole in her barn. I released my mouth from Melinda’s breast and looked around her in the direction of the voice.

“Melinda. There is a woman with a shotgun staring at us,” I informed my current partner.

“Almost there,” Melinda panted. I looked over the woman who had come in, who turned out to be a lady in her early fifties, with blonde hair mostly gone to gray. She had on a baggy denim shirt, jeans and work boots. She also had a Remington pump-action shotgun. It wasn’t pointed at us – quite.

“Don’t let me stop you two,” the woman commented sarcastically. Melinda responded by insistently pushing my head back to her breast. I licked, nibbled then bit. That got her. Melinda wasn’t a shaker. She was one of those women who went quiet and tensed up when she had an orgasm.

“Thanks,” Melinda smiled down at me. “I always find a good fuck calms me down.”

“Pleasure to be of service,” I responded with fatigue creeping into my voice. She ignored my tone. Instead Melinda looked over her shoulder at the woman.

“Sorry for the barn. He distracted me,” she told her. I lowered my head and sighed.

Melinda stood up and picked her underwear off the straw covered floor. I was totally unsatisfied, but it really was one of those days, wasn’t it? I caught the woman giving me an appreciative once-over. I struggled to get my penis back in my pants with one arm. About the same time Melinda moved away from me enough to give the woman a clear picture of my condition.

“You’ve been shot,” the woman noted. “How the hell did that happen?” I couldn’t resist.

“Someone pointed a gun at me and pulled the trigger.”

“Why would they do something like that?” she asked.

“They wanted the girl – Melinda, and I decided they couldn’t keep her.”

“I should call the Sheriff,” was her response.

“I would like it if you didn’t. I can pay for the barn. All I want to do is get back home and get the girl back to her Father. We don’t need the law involved,” I requested.

“This had better be one hell of a story young man,” she smirked.

“I was kidnapped and Taylor here killed two of them and we made our escape,” was Melinda’s nonchalant encapsulation. I lowered my chin to my chest and moaned.

“Well, let’s get you into the house then,” the woman told us. “I’m Abigail Miller, but everyone calls me Abby. Melinda, Mr. Taylor please come with me. Mr. Taylor, do you need help?”

“That would be appreciated,” I responded. She came over and helped me up with one arm while cradling the shotgun in the other. I felt a little light-headed when I stood up, and to my amazement, Melinda rushed to my side and steadied me. With the two women’s help we made rapid progress to the house a few hundred feet up the road. I could have gone under my own power once we left the barn, but I opted to take it easy.

Inside the house, Abby sat me down in the parlor and went to get some bandages and alcohol.

“I need a drink,” Melinda griped as she paced about. She made disagreeable faces as she touched things in the room. Abby returned quickly and began looking at my wound.

“Abby, there are four men coming to kill the two of us. We left them ten miles down the road, on foot, around twelve minutes ago. You may need to find some place to hide out until we’re gone.”

“Humph,” scoffed Abby, “that’s why God gave girls guns young man.”

“Where is the bathroom?” demanded Melinda.

“Down the hallway to the right,” Abby answered. If she was perturbed, she hid it well. Melinda left the room.

“That girl’s a pistol,” Abby grinned. “Have you known her long?”

“About fifteen minutes,” I chuckled.

“She’s a quick mover,” Abby commented. She then placed a hand on my knee. “I see she left you wanting; how unfortunate.”

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The Power Play Pt. 01

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It wasn’t completely unfamiliar. I had been to this bar before and sat exactly where I was at the counter where I could get quick service from the cute bartender, Dan. There was something in the air that night though. I couldn’t tell you what it was but the night felt…electric. I was on my third whiskey sour contemplating the work week I had had. Deadlines had turned in on themselves, deliverables that had been set with such promise months ago now seemed insurmountable and I was just about done with all of it. These were the ups and downs of running a magazine business. This was my baby. Five years and still going strong. I had faced tougher challenges before but something about the task ahead just sapped all my energy this time round.

I signaled to Dan to give me another drink as I sipped the dregs of the one in front of me.

“Interesting choice.” said a voice behind me. I didn’t turn. I knew it was some guy, with some line about some shit. Why don’t men just let us drink on our own in peace?

“I suppose it is.” I responded.

“Ever had a Boston sour?” he said and sidled up next to me. I caught a whiff of his scent. Not bad.

“I don’t believe I have.” I said turning ever so slightly to look at him and wasn’t I glad I did. He was bespectacled, his frame a bright ivory contrasting to his dark skin. He was tall and even seated, he still towered over me. He had deep set brown eyes that seemed to laugh even though his face illegal bahis was stoic. And those lips. Soft and round.

He sat down next to me and called Dan over.

“Glen 18, three ice cubes on the side.”

Dan nodded and shuffled over to fix the drink. It was placed on front of him and after popping one ice cube into the glass, he took a sip. I would be lying if I said my breath didn’t catch a little as I watched him swallow.

“Well?” I asked.

“Well what?” he said looking at me.

“What’s a Boston sour?”

He smiled.

“Ah. Right. It’s a whiskey sour made with egg whites. Makes the drink creamier.”

Lord. Did he just say creamier?

I frowned shielding the feelings going on inside my head. “That sounds disgusting.”

He laughed. Big and hearty. From his belly which no doubt was just muscle.

“Hey, don’t knock it until you try it.” He sipped his drink and turned his entire body to face me and put his foot on the rung on my bar stool. I uncrossed my legs and did the same.

“I’m Anthony.”

“I’m Kit. It’s nice to meet you.” I responded.

“What brings you to this quiet bar on a Thursday night?”

“I came for the live band.” I said pointing over my shoulder but holding his gaze.

He nodded and sipped his drink. I gulped mine. It was suddenly really hot in this room.

“So what do you do, Anthony?” I asked.

“Please, just Tony. And why would you ask a boring question like illegal bahis siteleri that?”

I felt a little sting. Was he serious? But I couldn’t let him see me flustered.

“Okay. So what would you rather I asked instead?”

He stared into my eyes and placed his hand on my knee just where my black dress ended.

“Why don’t you ask me why I came over here, to you.”

Well shit. This guy didn’t beat around the bush at all. I smiled.

“So what brought you over here? Did you find yourself staring at me across the room and think ‘I just have to meet her!'” I joked.

His hand felt warmer now. Or was that me? Something was burning up and I’m pretty sure it was me. He leaned in and whispered, his breath hot on my neck, “I looked at you from across the room and thought you looked a little sad. A little stressed out. And I don’t know what it is but I just wanted to take you up to my hotel room, bury my head between your thighs and watch you cum.”

Holy shit. I had certainly never heard that line before. I wondered if I should be offended but who was I kidding, my panties were swimming in an ocean right about now. I didn’t – couldn’t – say anything. He moved his hand up to my thigh.

“What do you think, Kit? Does that sound like something that would make your day a little better?” He said, his breath still on me.

I opened my mouth to say something and then suddenly, his phone started vibrating on the canlı bahis siteleri counter. He took his hand away and answered the call. It didn’t look good. His brow furrowed and he ended the call without saying a word.

“I have to go.” Anthony said and then downed what was left of his Glen 18. I tried to look unaffected.

“Alright. It was nice to meet you.” I said sounding as casual as I could. This man had stirred up feelings under my navel and was just going to leave me high and dry. Although, the rational me said it was probably for the best. I didn’t know him from the rest of the guys in the bar. He could have been a serial killer for all I knew! A sexy one but still!

He asked Dan for his tab and mine as well.

“This is on me. And this is for you.” He handed me an embossed black card with his name. Anthony Laichena.

“Call me sometime if you’re feeling…sad.” He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. Before he pulled away, he put his hand around my waist and looked into my eyes.

“Fuck it.” he said and kissed me. Right there in the middle of the bar for everyone to see. It was soft, slow and sensual. Anyone watching us would have thought we were damn near about to have sex. I felt my back arch and inch closer to him then he pulled away abruptly.

“I want to see you again. Come to the Radisson tomorrow. Wear a little red dress. Be there at 8pm and wait for me the rooftop bar.”

I laughed. “You really expect me to do that? I’m not insane.”

He didn’t smile. “No you’re not. You’re wet. I can smell it on you. So I will see you tomorrow.”

Anthony walked out of the bar leaving his musky cologne behind. What the hell was that?

End of part 1

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Smoking Hot Ch. 07

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This chapter is basically two college pals getting it together 20 years later. It’s friends chatting away with a bit of sexiness mixed in — not a stroke piece.

The story so far: Adrian and Laura were at college together 20 years ago. He’s from Northern Ireland, she’s English; they now live in London. They’ve agreed Ade can fuck her arse if he gives up smoking for three months. As motivation, he got to kiss and cuddle her after two weeks, and now it’s been a month he gets to see her topless — and touch. After two months, he’ll get to play with her naked body, but no penetration.

When making their bet, Laura also posted an online ad for him, saying he needed a guy’s cock to suck to distract him from smoking, which is how Dan turned up. Adrian is just about getting over his fear of a potential relationship with him, while working too hard. Stu and Gareth were college friends of Adrian and Laura, and they’re all still close. Izzy and Naz work with Adrian; Sam is his boss.

There are 14 chapters in total, being posted every few days, and it’s mainly the story of Adrian and Dan. Chapters 1-6 of this complete series were posted in Gay Male. If you want to skip straight to more of Adrian and Laura, go to chapters 9 and 13 (and chapters 1 and 5 for most of their back-story)

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Thursday, interviewing day.

I get up to shower and shave. There’s noise as I come out, which turns out to be Dan singing in the kitchen.

“Wanted to make sure I didn’t scare you. Here’s tea. D’you mind if I get clean here?”

“Be quick. I’ll be leaving in half an hour.” He nods and returns dewy-fresh in five minutes flat, towelling his head dry with no thought to modesty. I enjoy the sight while I finish my eggs and toast in my dressing-gown — not risking hot egg yolk on my chest nor egg on a good shirt!

He pulls on his jeans and top, ready to go back upstairs and then out to work, but he waits a few minutes, sipping his tea, while I change into a suit befitting Mr Chartered Engineering Expert.

“Cuff-links and all? Very nice.”

“Got to impress clients. Besides, it’s only once or twice a week, so I quite like making the effort. And one wants to look like you’ve made an effort for the interviewees. It’s a small industry; the ones we don’t hire will talk.”

He nods. “Suppose. I’m kept strictly back-office, me. Hope you find someone good.”

“Thanks.”

“In my own interest, to get your workload reduced, isn’t it?”

He seems to realise he’s said something that sounds like a long-term consideration, and scurries out quickly.

I distract myself at work, reading the four CVs again and searching for the dirt on them online.

Candidate one looks strongest on paper, but he sets off my knobhead-dar. Naz politely quizzes him on the technicals and it transpires there’s been a lot of exaggeration. If he’s been anywhere near a project, he says he led it.

I tell Izzy not to waste anyone’s time on him.

Number two isn’t bad. What he knows, he knows. Just it’s a fierce effort trying to extract words from him. I’m trying to get him to think outside what he already knows, and it doesn’t go so well. If I needed another trainee, a new young Naz, he’d do. I suppose.

“He’s not gonna hit the ground running, is he?” Naz sums him up. Still, we do the schmoozing and coffee. He might go places, eventually.

The third is the only woman. Blonde hair in a quiff like Clare Balding. She’s clearly figured, as an engineer with tits, everyone’s gonna assume she’s a dyke whether she is or not, so might as well go for the easy-care styling.

She’s got her degree from some ex-poly I know nothing of. She also figures out ways forward through all the problems we set her, growing in confidence. I catch Naz’s eye. He inclines his head, yes. I ask her a few questions relating to our new work and whether she’d like doing the type of analysis needed. She’s relaxing a bit and we’re having a good old chat — she confirms a queer boss is no problem, eyes flicking between me and Naz and clearly favouring me — when Izzy apologetically reminds us we have someone else to see.

Iz gets the hint and gets everyone chatting to this lass, plying her with biscuits and cake, while we dispose of number four, a jumped-up graduate with an ego problem who’s pissed off Naz within fifteen minutes. And it takes a lot to piss off Naz.

The reason dawns on me. Time to tell this kid what’s what. “The person who gets this role will be working for Mr Afzal, here.” I gesture at Naz and lean back. Feet on a illegal bahis chair might be a bit much. “Supporting him with the kinds of calculations you’ve just failed to work through for me. Do you really think it would be sensible to hire you?

He goes er-um-er. “Even if you’re white and he’s not? Or do you always ignore the junior person in the room?” I ostentatiously close my folder. “I would say nice to meet you, but I don’t like lying.”

I get rid of him. Fucking eejit. Then I need to apologise to Naz for me going off on one and not letting him stand up for himself, all white-saviour style.

He’s just about returned from crimson to his usual colour. “It’s OK. Now I know you’d back me up, next time I’ll say it myself.”

“There’d better not be a next time. Anyway, good news, we’ve got a young woman to seduce, as it were.”

Sam confirms, “You want this one? Seems all right. Time’s of the essence. Offer her a two grand golden hello to cover moving costs.”

I let Naz wander up to her, shake her hand, and say, “Congratulations. I’d like to offer you the job.”

“Oh!” The lass, Melissa her name is, blushes and giggles a little. “I wasn’t expecting anything so quickly!”

“Well, if you will outshine your competition…” I tell her, smiling.

“That’s very kind,” she replies, more formal. “I look forward to the offer in writing.” She hesitates. “With a figure nearer the upper end of what you were offering.”

“I hope we can come to an agreement on that and on a start date as soon as possible.” She’s coming to the end of a contract. Hallelujah! Three weeks’ time, she suggests. I can cope for a month until she’s taking on workload, can’t I?

“Just one thing…” I probably look about like Columbo, all dishevelled hair and getting portly in middle age. “I looked at your Facebook. I’d expect it to be locked down better. Not that the photos were too embarrassing…”

“What? It should be! I logged out and checked, before this round of applications. Couldn’t see anything.”

“I could, last night.” I get her up on my phone, while she pulls up the Settings menu on hers. I show her her detailed profile.

“Mostly friends-only. Profile — oh, that’s friends-of-friends, so people can find me…”

I click. “Oh! One mutual friend.” Who?

“Gareth Davies? Oh! He was my mentor, in sixth form. It was this scheme, support kids from families where no-one’s been to uni. Then he came to speak at our uni’s ell…”

She cuts off. I happen to know Gareth did some rounds of inspiring queer students to be out and proud in their chosen industries, going to any LGBT-soc that would have him.

“Er, yeah, we stayed in touch, a bit. How do you know him? He’s a lawyer.”

She’s wondering, was I or am I going out with him.

“We did the same undergrad degree,” I tell her firmly.

I call Gareth, of course.

Melissa? Oh, Lissa? How’d you get your clutches into the poor lass? Don’t you worry, she’s a tidy one, she’ll see you right. Smart, determined. I’ll drop her a message, congratulate her. Pay her the going rate, mind! Tell me about your new man, later. In a bit.” He hangs up, ever the busy one.

I work late that night, but hopefully Lissa will be helping out significantly within the month.

By the end of Friday, we’ve agreed terms and Lissa — Melissa only on paper, please — has emailed us a signed copy of her contract. Sorted.

I ask Dan if he wants to go out to celebrate, but he’s as knackered as I am. He agrees to decorate my sofa while I watch some film. We both doze off before falling into bed.

In the morning he asks me if I’ve got any plans for the weekend.

“V swore it would help us get better jobs. He may have even been right.

“Got you the only malt they had.”

I roll my eyes. I bet he’s drinking some trendy cocktail. He is. It’s got ice and a straw and I wouldn’t be surprised if he hid the wee umbrella before I showed up. Still, he’s bought me a drink; he’s a sound man. Never the type to peel an orange in his pocket. “Cheers.”

“Cheers. How you doing, mate? Still at ‘SamCo’?”

It’s not actually a dig, that I’m working for a small firm run by one guy. It’s just his way. “Aye. Just got two new clients so I’ve been interviewing, just hired another assistant to help out. It’s all good craic though — grand people. It suits me.”

He appraises my face. “You’re looking well on it, I must say. Still in the flat in Bermondsey?”

“Again, it suits me. Quick cycle to work in the City, fifteen minutes walk to London Bridge, decent neighbours with excellent sound illegal bahis siteleri insulation. What’s that saying, good fences make good neighbours? I think sound baffling is even more important!”

“Oh god, d’you remember our lodgings in second year, when Kevin took up the drums?” He grins at the mere memory.

“And Ali tracked down some industrial quantity of foam insulation and told him he was getting his room insulated or having his drumsticks inserted in the orifice of his choice! Thank fuck!”

“Persuasive guy, Ali. Though he had roped me and Will in to stand behind him and act like all heavy.”

“That would have helped, aye. So what’s new with ye?”

Stu shrugs, fake indifference. “Eh, there’s been more restructuring, new roles at work. So I’ve moved sideways, sort of being groomed for promotion.”

“You’re gonna be their next Sir Humphrey by the time you’re forty!”

“Nah. No chance. Should manage Director, though. Got the contacts in the Department.”

I can never remember which bit of the country Stu’s responsible for. Just glad he is. He’s one of those scarily efficient types. Then he spits out his real news. “Julie’s well. We’re expecting, in August.”

“A baby?” I hate men who say ‘we’re expecting’. My sister would draw blood. You don’t go through nine months of hell in your own body, you don’t get to say shit like ‘we’re expecting’.

“No, a fucking parrot, of course a baby! It’s going to be weird… being dadda…” He gets a right soppy look on his face that clashes with the silk tie. I hope the baby pukes on his best suit.

“Congratulations to Julie. Hope it’s going OK for her?”

“Yeah, she felt a bit sick for a couple weeks but she’s fine now, back to teaching exercise classes and all. If you’re fit, it’s all much easier, you see.”

“Not really either of us who need to worry about that, is it now?”

“Touché. You seeing anyone, then?”

I estimate the chances of Linz, Gareth or Laura having spoken to Stuart recently and said anything, versus wanting to get off the topic of relationships ASAP. When Stu and I meet, we talk travel, houses, college, restaurants — mostly restaurants and films, nowadays — and that’s how I like him. Not yet another fucker trying to create me a love life. Which he never has, to be fair.

“No. Loving the joys of the bachelor lifestyle too much.”

“Oh, yeah? So long as that’s not like when you first moved to London.”

“Don’t you worry.” Now, I have much better taste in distractions. Bachelor life defined as lots of sex with strangers. Though, now… I decide that’s another thing not to think about. Dan can wait a day — tonight it’s Laura… “Seen any good fillums recently?”

“The new Star Trek was fun. Hurt Locker, the Oscar winner — you should see that if you haven’t.”

We blether on for a while, then I realise the time. “I need to head. Laura’s coming over for dinner.”

“Oh. Sorry to miss her. Give her my regards, mate.”

“Will do.”

I grab three large sushi platters and a few dumplings from a place by the station, and head home. Her favourite, and besides, we don’t want to be wasting time cooking, do we? She’ll need to leave by half ten, it being a school night.

I text her to confirm I’m on my way; she arrives ten minutes after I do.

I know I’d suggested it, but seeing her remove her coat to expose her stockings and a skirt my da would call a ‘nice pelmet’ – with crimson high heels I’m astounded she can walk in — I’m lost for words. She’s stunning.

She smiles, half shy, half pleased with the effect on me. Her lipstick matches the shoes, and just begs to be kissed and smudged, so I instigate that. The shoes make her a couple inches taller than me, but hey, I’ve got used to kissing someone taller recently.

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Getting to Ade’s was a bit of a rush, but I got there on time, sitting on the steps of the building to change out of my sensible lace-ups. I’d put the little skirt on on my way out of work — no-one could see it under my long coat. I love these stilettos — veritable ‘fuck-me shoes’, but given I can’t manage more than a few yards in them, they don’t get worn much. Perfect for reclining on a sofa and showing off your legs, though, which is what I do after impressing Adrian with my outfit and having a quick hello snog. I could get used to that.

I stretch out my legs, pointing my toes. “I love this sushi place. Good choice.” Munching steadily through various nigiri and uramaki rolls, I’m pretty happy no matter what we end up doing.

Ade canlı bahis siteleri puts more pieces on his plate and snuggles up to me, all warm and male. “Mm. I love this stuff.”

“Hard to believe, fifteen years ago there were no sushi take-aways here.”

He agrees. “I remember when I first moved to Kilburn, wanting food, anything that wasn’t an Irish pub, there was this small grotty Japanese restaurant up til Cricklewood Broadway, all painted white chipboard. They had picture menus. I got a bento box the first time, liked it, and eventually dared a platter of sushi. Shocking, raw fish was, then. I liked all but the eel.”

“I remember that place. Very local-place-for-local-Japanese-people, wasn’t it? They never even bothered trying to speak English at you, just carried on in Japanese and you had to figure out what was going on.”

“I admired that. Nothing that wasn’t solved by keeping cash on the table, so they could charge for everything as you went along. Why should they adapt to the English?”

This attitude would explain why Adrian still sounds as Irish as he did at eighteen, at least when he’s not having to compromise to be understood, while Will’s accent has mellowed significantly more, despite his recent years of living back in Belfast. Stubborn git, but you have to kinda admire the principle.

“They probably sold much more food once they had a basic menu in English, though. Like that BMW guy who lectured us said, ‘when we want to sell to you, we will speak English. If you want to sell to us, then you must speak German.'”

“Genau. Das kann ich.”

“You’re a man of endless talents.”

“Indeed I am!” He grins and runs the tip of his tongue along his top lip. “If you want me to be showing you some more of them, best be getting ‘yer tap aff’.” My top off, only in the vernacular also meaning to have a good time, like in an unexpected heatwave. “It was ‘upstairs inside, downstairs outside’ you were offering, yeah?”

That’s one way of summarising our agreement. “I don’t think anyone’s seriously used that phrase since The Professionals was on! You were barely born then!”

Ade grins. “They’re showing repeats at the moment. It’s mostly fascinating for the backdrops, showing all this part of London, Waterloo, all blackened with coal dust, and before glass and steel became a thing.”

“Uh-huh. And Bodie and Doyle driving round in their Ford Cortina like low-budget James Bonds doesn’t attract at all?”

He’s letching at me in ironic fashion, as if he were a 70s spy, then changes the subject. “It’s traditional to eat sushi off a naked woman’s body, isn’t it?”

“So they say. I think it’s just an excuse to get a naked woman involved. I suppose it did help keep the fish slightly warm so you could taste it better.”

“You’ve…?”

Always fun to get Ade speechless. One point to me. Ha!

“Oh no, I wasn’t the model. Just picking up sushis with chopsticks. Then fingers. There was a long debate about potential effects of wasabi on certain body parts, I recall…”

“Huh. I’ve seen you knocking back entire packets of the stuff.”

“Easy way to impress laddy students, that was! Yeah. I still like it, but I don’t eat that much unless I’m desperate to clear a really bad cold. Wanna test how skin temperature affects the flavour?”

I’m here to get topless; might as well get a move on.

I pull off my T-shirt. I’m wearing a lined bra that’s pretty modest, and turn round to let him deal with the fiddly catches.

Once I’ve slithered the contraption down my arms and rubbed over the red lines on my sides, I turn back towards him.

Adrian is mesmerised. I have to admit, my tits are my best asset. They’ve grown as I’ve put weight on over the years.

“Go on then, pick up a couple pieces and put them on me.” I indicate the top of my breasts. If I lie back on his sofa, it’s near enough to horizontal.

Shaking his head, he picks up a salmon and a tuna sashimi slice and lays them reverently on my left breast with his chopsticks. “What else?”

“Sea bass,” I suggest. It’s my favourite.

He lays the nigiri rectangle on its side, both rice and fish against me, then reaches for another nigiri.

“No, not mackerel! The smell’s too much!”

He drops that and goes for a California roll, instead. It’s not like this is any authentic experience, after all.

I stay still.

“Pass me a whisky too, would you? Anything that goes…”

Adrian stands up, fetches another tumbler, and selects a bottle. “Japanese one. This is one of their peated whiskies, this — Hakushu. They say it goes with shrimp; let’s give it a whirl.”

He pours a generous measure for each of us.

“Cheers,” I say, from my reclining position.

“Sláinte.” You can take the boy out of Ireland…

“Why don’t you take your shirt off, too?”

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Janice “J” S. April ’08 – Jan. ’09

I met J through a personal ad I had posted on Craigslist. I was still fucking Rachel, but she was a boring fuck and I wasn’t that attracted to her to begin with. It figured it couldn’t hurt to see what might come from meeting J. I was a bit misleading in the ad, implying that I wanted a relationship when all I was looking for was a good piece of pussy.

J was one of three women to reply. She had just moved to Charlottesville from Louisiana and didn’t know anyone. We talked through AOL Instant Messenger for a day or two before exchanging numbers to text. Within another couple of days we agreed to meet for lunch and see how things went.

I met J at a restaurant on a weekday afternoon. When I got to the restaurant and parked I called to see where she was. It turned out I had parked beside her. She was getting out of her Chevy Impala as she answered the phone. We hadn’t exchanged pictures, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. When she was out of the car and standing I was relieved. She had a nice body, she was skinny, nice shapely ass, and average tits, c-cup at least.

I got out of my car, went over and gave her a hug. Her face wasn’t all that great, but I could deal with it. With a body like hers I’d put up with a homely face after fucking a fat girl for a few months.

We had lunch and hit it off. She told me she had to meet the movers after lunch, they were delivering the last of her stuff, then suggested meeting again later that evening. I hoped she wasn’t trying to blow me off. I suggested a bar I was going to a lot, The Lazy Parrot. She agreed to meet me there around 7:00 that evening. I wasn’t sure if she would show up or not but what could I do? I was going to be at The Lazy Parrot that night anyway. If J didn’t show up I would meet a few friends a little later in the night, around 9:00 or so, and have a few drinks.

I was already on my second beer when J showed up. I was glad she came but I didn’t want to introduce her to my friends. I had just under two hours to figure out a way to get us out of the bar without anyone I knew seeing us. We sat there and had a few drinks each. She was easy to get along with and the more I drank the more I wanted to fuck her. Finally, at about 8:30, I came out and just asked, “Do you smoke weed?”

“Not often but I have,” she replied.

“Would you mind if we took a little ride, so I can smoke a joint?” I asked.

“Not at all,” she said, “will my car be ok here?”

“Yeah,” I told her, “we won’t be long.”

I paid the tab and we went out to my car. It was already dark, perfect for finding a dirt road and burning one. I already had a few joints rolled so as soon as I hit the closest back road I lit one. J took a few pulls on it, coughing each time. As I drove around we talked about all kinds of things.

I stopped at a little country store and asked if she needed anything, she said no. I went in and got a pack of cigarettes and a twenty-two for each of us. When I got back to the car I put the bag in the backseat and drove off. I went to a little place in the middle of nowhere. It was a landing zone for the local university’s helicopter, Pegasus. There was a long driveway I could pull off on, and there wasn’t a lot of light pollution from Charlottesville. I parked and opened the sunroof, so we could see the stars. I grabbed the beer from the backseat, handed J hers, and we sat and talked.

After the beer was gone I got out and put the empties in the trunk. When I got back in the car the conversation had died. After a couple of minutes, I looked over at J, she was looking back at me. I couldn’t help but notice her hips were slowly gyrating in her seat. She started to lean toward me. I put my arm around her shoulders and leaned in to kiss her. At first, we kissed each other timidly but after a moment her tongue found its way into my mouth. Almost immediately my cock sprang to life. I put my arm around her back, pulling her to me but the gearshift and emergency brake were in the way of her getting closer to me.

After about fifteen minutes, most of which time she spent on the gearshift and e-brake, she pulled away from me. By now my cock was throbbing. I was hoping she was going to suggest we get in the backseat. Instead, she said, “You want to take me back to my car…”

I was shocked. Why did she want to leave all of a sudden? Luckily, she kept talking after a brief pause that seemed like an eternity. “…if you want you can follow me back to my place. My roommate shouldn’t care.

“Yeah, sure,” I replied, starting the car.

The ride back to her car was pretty quiet. I was glad we didn’t have far to go. On the drive back, I noticed she kept discreetly gyrating in her seat and slowly running her hands up and down her thighs. She wanted to fuck worse than I did. I dropped her off and followed her home, smoking another joint along the way. We got to her house around 11:00 and she showed me where to park so I wasn’t taking anyone’s spot.

We want in and her roommate was walking around talking to someone on the phone. Her roommate was fucking hot. She was bahis firmaları wearing a short, somewhat tight nightgown that didn’t quite cover her amazing ass cheeks. She looked a little upset that J had brought a guy home unannounced. J quickly showed me to the living room then left, I assumed to apologize to her roommate. She wasn’t gone long.

“Why didn’t you find something to watch?” she asked.

“Because I’d rather be in your bedroom about to fuck you,” I thought. “I don’t like messin’ with other people’s stuff,” I told her.

“You could have at least turned a light on,” she said, laughing a little.

“The dark is fine,” I said.

She came over and sat beside me on the couch, picking up a remote from the coffee table. I put an arm around her as she flicked through the channels. She stopped on an old episode of The X Files that was just coming on. “Is this ok?” she asked, looking over at me.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” I said, not caring what she stopped on since I was hoping we wouldn’t be watching it very long anyway.

We ended up watching the entire episode, talking a little during commercials. Then another episode came on and she seemed interested, so I wasn’t sure what to do. My buzz was wearing off so if she was going to sit and watch TV I was going to leave. Thankfully, not long into the second episode she looked over at me and said, “I don’t like this episode.”

As soon as she finished the sentence she leaned forward and kissed me. She was definitely a passionate kisser. I started to caress her body slowly, trying not to cross any lines. After about fifteen minutes, I was timing the kiss based on the show, I moved my hand between her thighs. She didn’t really respond at first, I was starting to think I wasn’t going to get the chance to fuck her. A couple of seconds later she started to open her legs a little more, I was relieved. When I got to her crotch her jeans were damp. I put my hand over her pussy and pulled away from our kiss. “Your jeans are damp,” I told her.

“Probably because my pussy has been wet since I was in your car,” she replied.

“That’s was a while ago,” I said.

“You wanna go to my room?” she asked.

“Of course, I want to go to your room,” I told her.

She turned the TV off, hopped up, and motioned for me to follow her, then put a finger to her lips telling me to be quiet. She led me to her room, opened the door, and let me enter first. There was a small bedside lamp on that put out just enough orange-ish-yellow light to see and it gave the room an interesting come-fuck-me ambiance. There wasn’t much furniture and she had clothes everywhere.

“You can lay your clothes on there,” she said, pointing to a moving box by the bed.

I took my clothes off, folded them, and set them on the box, then laid on her bed. She was across the room getting undressed. I just laid there watching her and stroking my already hard cock. Her body was better than I had hoped. Her ass and tits were amazing, and she had a cut shaved pussy. Her tits were perky with perfect little nipples. She came over to the bed and slowly crawled up to me from the foot. “Goddamn, your cock is huge!” she said, excitedly, as she grabbed my throbbed cock out of my hand and took over stroking it slowly.

After a few seconds she let go of my cock and crawled further up the bed, now her pussy was right above my cock. I reached down and started fingering her, she was extremely wet. Her pussy felt tight around the finger I was trying to get inside her, I could only imagine how good she was going to feel on my cock. “Go easy on me until I loosen up a little,” she said, almost pleading.

I moved my hand and said, “Ease onto it, take your time, just let me know when you want me to fuck you.”

I licked my fingers, her pussy tasted sweet. My cock was throbbing again by the time she grabbed it and put it between her pussy lips. Then she leaned forward and put both of her hands on my shoulders, tucking her face in her own shoulder, she seemed to be wincing in pain. She gently and slowly started to ease her pussy down my cock. I don’t think I’ve ever had a girl go so slow down my cock as J did, it seemed to take forever. Her pussy was unbelievably tight. I just laid there with my hands behind my head watching as my cock slowly disappeared into her sexy, pink pussy.

Almost halfway down my shaft a stream of pussy juice came shooting out of her tight, little slit. I had never seen anything like that, it looked like a stream from a water gun. “Holy shit!” she said, trying to steady her breathing, “I came already!”

“You’re welcome,” I said, smiling up at her.

“Normally I can only cum by being eaten out or if a guy plays with my clit while he fucks me. Your dick feels so fucking good,” she said.

It was so tempting to grab her by the hips and thrust the fest of my cock into her but since this was our first time together I decided against it. She was biting her lower lip, slowly easing herself down on me again. I was still having a hard time believing how tight she was. She hadn’t gotten another full inch in before pussy juices kaçak iddaa started spraying out again. “Did you cum again?” I asked.

“No,” she managed to say, “that’s still from the first time.

She raised up and before all of my cock was out of her pussy juices flowed out of her. “Oh, fuck!” she said.

I just kept laying there smiling up at her. Part of me couldn’t believe what was happening. Had she ever been fucked by a decent sized cock before? She reached down and grabbed my cock again, putting it back in her pussy. We were both soaked, the wet spot under my ass was huge. She got my cock back in her to about where it was before, it seemed a little easier for her this time. Halfway down she started getting tighter around my dick again.

She finally got all of my cock in her tight pussy. The whole ordeal had to take well over half an hour. Once she had it all in her she tried to sit up. When she raised up I could feel my cock go deeper inside her and the tip brushed her cervix. “Holy shit!” she gasped and fell forward, bracing herself on my shoulders again.

She took a few deep breaths then tried sitting up again, this time raising up a little as she did so. She looked fucking amazing sitting on my cock. Her body had a slight glisten from sweat even though the AC was on and the room was a little chilly. My cock was throbbing inside her, I knew she had to feel it. It took all I had not to grab her and fuck her hard.

“You’re fuckin’ huge,” she said, “I’ve never had my pussy stretched out so much by a guy’s dick.”

I laughed. “I’m serious. I’ve never had a guy this big before. My husband is tiny compared to you,” she said, “Plus, I’ve got a smaller than average pussy. The doctors weren’t even sure if I’d be able to have my daughter naturally, but she didn’t want to wait for the scheduled C-section.”

“You had a kid?” I asked in disbelief, “Naturally? Like, out of this pussy, the one my dick almost didn’t fit in?”

She just smiled slyly and nodded, then started moving her hips a little, still trying to adjust to my size. “So, you have a smaller than average pussy, huh?” I asked, trying not to laugh, “What does that mean?”

“Pussies come in different sizes too, just like dicks,” she replied, “I have a small opening and narrow hole. My pussy lips are smaller too. You’re really stretching me out right now. If you were any bigger I don’t think I’d be able to fuck you. It hurts a little, but it feels incredible too.”

I made a mental note to check all of that when I ate her pussy later. “That’s one reason I married my husband,” she said, “his dick is long but skinny. It was the biggest I could take at the time. I’ve been with a lot of guys since, I thought I had made progress, but your dick is massive.”

“Well, for what it’s worth your pussy feels fucking great,” I told her, “by far this is the tightest pussy I’ve ever been in.”

“Thanks,” she said, blushing a little, “I think I’m relaxed and loosened up enough to ride your dick. Just let me know before you cum, I’m not on birth control.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you know. I can last awhile, so just let me know when you’re ready for me to cum.”

J gave me a funny look. I love the way she looked impaled on my cock wearing nothing but her geeky glasses. I knew she would probably take them off soon, since she had just begun to slowly start easing herself up and down the length of my shaft, and she had already pushed her glasses back on her nose three times.

It was starting to look like J was going to need encouragement. I reached up and grabbed her tits, they were soft, yet firm, and felt great in my hands. Her nipples were hard, and now they seemed a little large for her tit size, but her areolas were perfect, about the size of a quarter. As I started to cup and squeeze her tits J started to moan a little, and move her hips a little more. I moved my hands down to her hips, “Do you want to cum again?” I asked her.

“Yeah,” she replied.

I got a firm grip on her hips and started to move her on my cock. Within seconds J was moaning louder, her eyes rolled up, and she tilted her head back. I held her hips and encouraged her to grind her pussy on my cock. I was careful not to go to deep so I didn’t hit her cervix again.

J started grinding on me harder, all on her own, she was really getting into it now. I could feel that she had adjusted to the size of my cock. I moved my hand, cupping a tit with one. I used the other to push her pubic mound with my palm so I could tease her clit with my thumb. Her clit was about the size of the tip of my pinky and really hard. As soon as I touched it J fell forward, putting her hands back on my shoulders. “Oh, god! Don’t stop! Fuck me, fuck me! Please don’t stop rubbing my clit!” she said, almost screaming it.

J tried to start riding my cock up and down in longer strokes, but she was still too tight, and she was going too fast. My cock was having a hard time going back in her, it was bending in the middle and it hurt. I moved my hands back to her hips and held her down on me. “Oh, god! No! What are you doing!?” she whined loudly.

“Shh… kaçak bahis calm down. You got too into it,” I told her, then asked, “Do you want to grind on me while I rub your clit, or do you want me to fuck you hard?”

“Fuck me!” she yelled.

“Ok,” I said, moving my hands behind her to her ass cheeks, “put your hands back on my shoulders, lean your weight forward a little, let me have control, and trust me.”

J shifted her weight a little and moved around to get comfortable. I squeezed her ass cheeks, spreading them apart. I purposely brushed her asshole with the tips of my fingers to see how she would react. Her pussy clenched on my cock and she gasped.

“Never had your asshole played with, huh?” I asked.

“Not really,” she replied, somewhat bashfully.

Before either of us said anything else I started moving her up and down my cock slowly. Her pussy felt so good sliding up my cock, it was getting cold outside of her. I pulled her up until I felt her pussy lips brush the bottom of my dickhead. I loved that feeling. Then , without warning I pulled her back down, slamming her onto my cock, pussy juices flew everywhere. J started moaning and cussing like a sailor. The more she got into it the harder and faster I fucked her. I started squeezing her ass cheeks harder, trying to test her limits. She just moaned, cussed ,and begged me not to stop. All of a sudden J screamed out, ” HOLY FUCKING SHIT! I’M GONNA FUCKING CUM! DON’T STOP! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER! OH GOD! I’M CUMMING!”

I did exactly what she said, I fucked her harder. I slammed her down on my cock as I thrust my cock into her as hard as I could, hurting the tip of my dick a few times by slamming into her cervix.

There was a loud bang on the door and I stopped. J’s roommate yelled through the door, “Please keep it down, Janice, It’s late.”

“Fuck you, bitch! I pay rent! If you can fuck this cock without screaming, I’ll eat your pussy!” J yelled back. J sat up on my prick, “Bitch!” she said, “Every goddamn time I get fucked she has to bang on the goddamn door.” She raised her pussy up a little and looked down at all of the pussy juices I was covered in. “Did you cum?” She asked.

“Nope,” I replied, smiling.

“How did you not cum? Hell, after all of that if you had cum inside me I wouldn’t even care right now.”

“You gonna make me cum?” I asked.

Sure, do you need anything special?” she asked.

I sat up and hugged her, “Fuck me slow and kiss me like before,” I whispered in her ear.

J wrapped her arms and legs around me and started to ride my cock very slowly, alternating between riding me up and down and grinding on me. She was kissing me passionately, her tongue in my mouth was making my cock throb. I reached down and grabbed her ass, taking control of her. At this point I really wanted to cum, and it didn’t take very long. I pulled away from her kiss, “I’m gonna cum,” I told her.

As soon as I had gotten the sentence out she planted her lips back on mine. She raised her pussy off of my cock and grabbed it with her hand, slowly jerking me off. My cock was so wet from her cum I could barely tell I was no longer inside her. Our bodies were pressed so closely together I could barely move. I started bucking my hips helping her to stroke my cock. As soon as her tongue entered my mouth again I came. My cum shot up onto our stomachs, quickly spreading all over us. J arched her hips and I could feel her pussy lips at the base of my cock. The wet warmth of her cunt gliding over the bottom of my shaft made me cum again. We were soaked.

My cum was all over J’s hand and both of our stomachs. J kept kissing me, she put her cum covered hand on my cheek, holding my head and kissing me harder. After a moment she pulled her lips from mine, kept her hand on my face, and asked, “Are you done?”

I nodded, “I think so, at least for now,” I told her.

“Good,” she said.

She hadn’t finished talking before she arched her back, raised her hips up, and had me back in her pussy. She had loosened up a lot, but she was still insanely tight. She went back to grinding her pussy on my cock, I was as deep in her as I could go without hitting her cervix. “I hope most of your cum is on us and not in me,” she said, looking down at our stomachs.

“I think…” I started to say.

“Fuck it! I don’t care anymore, shut up and fuck me!” she said.

I put my arm around the small of her back and flipped her onto her back, getting on my knees between her legs without my prick ever leaving her tight, little cunt. I grabbed her legs and pushed them up, pushing her knees up to her armpits. If she wanted to get fucked, I’d fuck her. I kept my hands behind her knees for support. In this position her pussy was almost pointing straight up. I got a good balance and started to pound her pussy as hard as I could. She had definitely loosened up, but she was still tight enough that she was hurting my cock on some strokes. I didn’t care anymore, I was in a frenzy, I wanted to punish her pussy. Every time I slammed into her our crotches made a loud, wet, smacking sound. Her pussy juice was flying up and hitting her in the face, she had wet spot on her glasses. That only turned me on more. Her arms were out to her sides and she had the sheet under her balled up tight in her fists.

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Danni sat like a grumpy baked potato in the uncomfortable booth with their arms crossed. “I can’t believe he asked to meet you here. This is a fuckin’ Long John Silvers.”

“I love hush puppies and malt vinegar.” Sloan smiled and adjusted the denim jacket she wore over her dress. “And besides, its public, its within a few blocks from his house. If I don’t dig him, I can bolt and he’s not out for a fancy meal.”

“That is very generous of you but what am I supposed to do in the meantime?” Danni was her work friend and the only person Sloan trusted enough to be her backup if things got weird. They (Dani was always a ‘They’} had a grey spikey high and tight haircut and taught P.E. in a country school until they grew tired of being the “mannish bull dyke of Downs, Kansas” and moved to the more progressive city and took over as Dr. Elliott’s office manager.

“You can go to the Bennigans and drink those gross martinis you love so much. I don’t know, just…” she motioned as if shoo’ing away a stray cat, “…just scram, Danni.” She paused and remembered her manners. “And thank you for doing this for me. I owe you one.”

“Yeah, kid. When I go out ‘dogging’ you can sit in a car and wait.” Danni made an obscene gesture and winked.

Danni almost walked over Trevor as he walked into the lobby of the oily smelling fast food restaurant and he scanned the room for her. Sloan saw him and waved just as her mind kicked into high gear.

His pictures had not been too terribly embellished, though he appeared a little heavier. A tweed jacket that fit nicely broadened his shoulders. His face was boyish (that’s what caught her eye along with his ability to write in full sentences) and his hair was groomed without looking like he’d toiled over it. His jeans were black and tapered without being youthfully skinny or over adorned. His shoes were oxfords with socks that matched the checkered pattern of his shirt. He stopped at her table. “Ms. Sloan?”

“Doctor, but who’s counting degrees?” she smiled and she offered her hand to shake while scooting over to stand.

Her whirring mind continued to assess the situation at a frantic pace. His shoes were clean as was his shirt. His grip was gentle but not limp. He looked healthy, not chemically altered, and smelled of cologne applied with some discretion…but not enough discretion. She saw no signs of weapons, recording devices or any reason to run away yet.

His mind whirred as well. He saw the juxtaposition of fashion between a basic black dress (straps illegal bahis maybe? can’t tell.) and a worn Levi’s denim jacked and faded purple converse. (The buttons…what does DK stand for?) “She’s a doctor? I’m gonna fuck a doctor?” His mind didn’t whir as fast as hers.

At first, the conversation started like any date would, establishing roles in the community by discussing work, age, educational background and dependents. This was polite and allowed them both to maintain an air of control and dignity. But Trevor was brave and made the first move.

“So, did you mean what you said about…” he gulped and lowered his voice so other patrons would not hear. “About making a guy cum first…y’know…so he can go longer?” he smiled and his face turned red. She liked how his eyes wrinkled when he smiled. He seemed genuine.

“Yeah…” she smiled as well. “Lots of guys can have more than one orgasm…but it takes time to recover.” her face drifted to a casual smile to communicate a nonchalant feeling of confidence. “So, if I get YOU off first…then, um…you can concentrate more on me and take your time…and then it is more beneficial for both of us.”

“Well, my place is just two blocks away. I could drive you. I mean…I could give you a ride.” they laughed at the unavoidable auto/sexual innuendo and she said the first sexy thing in recent memory.

“We should walk. You can give me my ride when I get to your place.”

The studio audience in her mind erupted in mad applause and they stood and left without ordering anything. Sloan’s phone buzzed and she checked it to see a text from Danni. “I see you leaving. Don’t take too long. Apple-tini’s are half off.”

Trevor’s apartment was decorated like a man serving a life sentence in a college freshman’s dorm room. A style that is often adopted following a divorce, he replaced “Live. Laugh. Love” affectations of his ex wife with posters of prominent sports heros as if the overt masculinity would keep her memory away like a charm. The television was obscenely large and shiny and reflected them dimly. Sloan was happy it was not on when they arrived. No pets were visible. One plant, a ficus tree, languished in a corner. It smelled of carpet freshener and hastily sprayed men’s body spray. He gave her a ‘stand and point’ tour as every room in the small transitional apartment could be seen from the end of the entry way. Sloan noted that the kids bedroom had a bunk bed and had an abundance of children’s things that would only be played with every illegal bahis siteleri other weekend and some holidays. She could feel the heartbreak in his overzealous compensation to his children that he would not see enough. A construction paper sign neatly read “Lydia’s side” with an arrow pointing to the left and “Trey’s side” with an arrow pointing to the right. The sign was adorned with stickers.

“Y’want something to drink?” he asked as he took of his jacket and hung it on the doorknob of a closet where the jacket should have been actually hung. As he turned, she was standing right before him, taking off her jacket. (“Straps!” he finally saw.) They paused and he leaned down to kiss her. Like the conversation at the Long John Silvers, it started friendly but escalated quickly. In a beat, their hands were roaming one another’s backs. When his arms wrapped around her neck, she decided to be the one who stepped across the threshold and she bent her knees, lowering her body. In a moment, she found herself on her knees, unbuttoning his jeans there in the entrance way of his apartment. He leaned against the hall closet door and his jacket fell to the floor.

“Wanna see if my theory works?” she smiled.

“Yeah, sure.” his smile showed relief, surprise, lust, anticipation…he gazed down at her as she opened his slacks and pulled his underpants out to reveal what he’d previously told her she would enjoy.

“Oh…you ARE a big boy.” she giggled as she felt all of her preparation for talking dirty just wasn’t going to work, so she would do it her own way. He was erect and swollen. She kept herself low so her head would tilt upward. Her mind buzzing again with thoughts, memories and random facts as she opened her mouth and licked the length of his shaft. Thoughts like, “This is the fourth total penis I have had in my mouth in my lifetime. The first one of this decade. Definitely the largest at least by girth.” She opened her mouth wide after a few preliminary licks and took him into her mouth. She loved the feeling. When her ex and her were still in high school, she blew him every chance she got. She loved how it made her mouth water. She felt him touch the back of her head and, not knowing whether he was going to get rough with her, she pulled back and stroked him with the lubrication of her saliva.

“Trevor…I really love doing this…and…um…” she interrupted herself with a few deep sucks, “…um just let me set the pace, ok?” She looked up at him and he nodded.

With her fist canlı bahis siteleri to her lips, she took him back into her mouth, stroking and sucking slowly but firmly. With her other hand she tried to pull his jeans down farther but that didn’t work. So she used both hands with him in her mouth. She closed her eyes and she could feel him shuffling his legs about to pry off his shoes and step out of his pants.

Sloan stopped to look at him as he stood before her, bottomless, his cock staring right at her, muscular legs in a confident ‘A’ but with that boyish look and a really endearing grin on his face. She smiled, “Looking good, Mister.” she said enthusiastically. She thought, “I’m totally failing on the dirty talk now. ‘Looking good, Mister?'” Her knees still felt cold on the faux wood floor. The top of her foot was pinched funny by her shoe and that was distracting…but she kept going and wrapped her lips around him again, pushing him deep. Her head and hands moving faster, mouth watering, she could feel rivulets of spittle from the corners of her mouth. When she went back for a deep breath of air, a drooping line of spit from the shaft of his cock to her lip broke and fell in a sagging glob onto the hem of her dress. As she stroked him and resealed her lips, he groaned her name. He came within a few instants of her realizing what he had said and she stopped and just let it happen.

Every woman who has ever been in this situation knows the spectrum of reactions, from retching revulsion, to playful reveling and everything in between. Sloan just stopped and felt it, barely moving her lips or hand. The last time this had happened it was with her ex. She knew it was coming. She hadn’t thought that far ahead. She formulated her response as she heard his groaning subside and the pulsing circumference of his head even seemed to withdraw in her mouth. That familiar taste…the thudding of ejaculation in her mouth subsided. She simply opened her mouth and smiled. Much of the glob poured forward and she tried to catch it but it fell down her front.

“Uh oh.” he managed to utter. “Messy girl.”

She laughed and wiped her mouth on her hand only realizing the sperm glob was substantial. “So much cum.” she sputtered and then laughed as she surveyed the front of her dress.

“Let me get you something.” his voice revealed genuine concern. In a moment, with his dripping erection leading the way, he returned with two kitchen rags and a roll of paper towels and handed them to her. He turned back to the kitchen, comically attending to the dripping waterfall of sex that he was both excited by and embarrassed for. “What do you want to drink?” he shouted.

Sloan began to clean herself and stood. “Um, tapwater first…then bourbon if you’ve got it.”

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She fell asleep without a word. No ‘good night’, no ‘I love you’, no words at all. She just slumped out of the bathroom, curled up under the covers and passed out.

I knew her silence came from fatigue and frustration at life, not anger at me. Her job had been unusually stressful and hectic that day. From what I understood, dealing with ACS was always frustrating, but today was worse somehow. She didn’t want to talk about it.

Then she threw herself into an intense dance class right after work that channeled her restless energy but drained her physically. The only reason she was at my place instead of going home was because she was too tired to make the long commute. Among my other qualities as a lover, I was often very convenient. So she slept restlessly, trying to gather strength for another day.

I watched her sleeping wishing there was something I could do to help her feel better. Her bare breasts rose and fell with her strained breathing, the dark skin still moist from her shower. Her hips twisted as she struggled to find comfort and I got a tempting vision of her firm, juicy ass before the sheets blocked my view. She was deliciously helpless in my bed.

That gave me an idea.

I slid into bed, curled up beside her and wrapped my arm around her shoulders. She pressed back into me instinctively, her ass brushing against my groin. That small movement ignited my erection, but I continued to focus on her. I pressed soft kisses onto her cheek and whispered encouraging words into her ear. Not loud enough to wake her, but hopefully audible enough to slide into her dreams. She let out a soft sigh and held my hand to her chest.

That was the signal I was looking for. My kisses pressed deeper on her neck. I illegal bahis licked and nibbled on her ear lobe; pulling more sighs and moans from her lips. Her breath came quicker now, pushing her breasts out farther. My hand cupped to squeeze the soft flesh and her nipple sprang to life in my hand.

“Yes…”

She rolled onto her back to give me more access to her body. I stole a quick glace into her pretty face before pulling her nipple into my mouth. Her eyes were still closed. I decided

she was still sleeping and probably dreaming. I flicked my tongue to tease her and traced the outline of her stomach with my fingers, wondering which lover she was dreaming about as I stroked her.

Her legs opened smoothly as my cupped hand dipped between them. Her head rocked into my shoulder and her back arched. I offered soft kisses on her face to comfort her and long slow strokes on the lips of her pussy to excite her. It wasn’t long before her hips were grinding against my fingers and the first drops of moisture covered them. My lover still slept, but now she was riding out the wet dream I was giving her. I let her ride for a little while longer before I decided to wake her up.

I moved down her body, dropping kisses on her breasts, ribs and hips. Positioning myself between her legs, I slid my arms under her succulent thighs, raised my arms up and spread her hips wider. With one last look on her sweet sleeping face, I flattened out my tongue and slid it up the length of her pussy, leaving a trail of saliva as I went. Her eyes shot open, looking down at me in a haze of confusion and shock. Before she could question or protest, I devoured her swollen clit and sucked deeply.

“Oh shit…”

Her brain didn’t know what illegal bahis siteleri was happening, but her body responded willingly. Her hips popped off the bed, burying my face in her. The taste of her was so sweet to me. I gladly

lapped up her juices, hungry for every drop. She started to grind on my face, playing her pussy against my mouth. I stiffened my tongue to fuck her with it and was rewarded for my aggression when her head flew back against the pillow.

“Oh fuck…”

Part of me wanted to eat her pussy all night. Another part of me wanted to pull on a condom and fuck her brains out. My dick was hard beneath me and it was more than ready to go. But she needed to sleep. Now was not the time for 10 rounds of sex. I pulled my face away just long enough to dip my fingers into my mouth. I stole a few more delicious licks on her clit before I eased two fingers into her dripping sex.

“Oh yeah…”

Her wet inner muscles were tight against my fingers. I began to stroke her slowly, burying all three knuckles into her with a strong steady rhythm. She kicked off the sheets,

raised her legs in the air and held the back of her thighs to form a wide V with her lower body. Everything was open to me now. I increased the speed of my hand and licked greedily at her clit.

“Fuck…Fuck…Fuck…”

She was deep in the ride now. I looked up at her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her tongue rolled out of her mouth as if she wanted a taste of pussy too. Her nipples were stiff, her hips jerked violently in time with my finger fucking and her thighs shook with waves of pleasure. She was cresting, so I tried to take her over the edge.

With one deep thrust I curled my fingers into her G spot canlı bahis siteleri and sucked at her clit even harder. Keeping the pressure up with my mouth, I tapped her secret spot quickly with the tips of my fingers. I hoped that this inner and outer attention would give her the release she wanted.

Very soon, it did. Her pussy locked against my fingers as if she wanted to break them. Her legs clamped around my head, her nails dug into my triceps and her back heaved off the bed. Her whole body tightened into a powerful spasm and then, all at once, she collapsed into the bed.

I pulled my drenched fingers out of her body and let her roll away. She murmured something incoherent and then she was asleep again. By the time I came back from the bathroom she was deep into her slumber. The only move she made was to curl up beside me when I lay down so she could rest her head on my chest.

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I woke up to a warm kiss on my cheek the next morning. “You are a dirty old man.”

“Good morning dear. Did you sleep well?”

Her tilted grin admitted what she wouldn’t say. “Is that what you were trying to do? You decided to tuck me in with your tongue?” She laughed. “Who does that?”

“I thought it was a good idea at the time.”

“You think that’s a good idea all the time because you like to eat me. You’re nasty.”

“You’re delicious.”

“You’re crazy.” There was another kiss on my cheek. “I’d love to reciprocate, but I have

to go to work.”

“No worries. You know where I live.”

She looked down at me shaking her head and smiling. There was warmth in her eyes that was missing the night before. It was exactly the look I was hoping to see. “I love you. Go back to bed.”

My lover got up and walked towards the door. I took in one long look at the perfect shape of her ass before I closed my eyes, curled up under the covers and passed out with her voice in my ear.

“…and stop staring at my butt.”

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Shane followed the outline of the green bikini bottoms as they glided just under the water in front of him.

It was the third time in the last ten minutes for this particular pair of swimwear and he reminded himself that the showers in the men’s locker room were always cold by the time he got to them.

Only two months into this job and they never stopped flirting with him…

…which unfortunately, was a double-edged sword.

“Absolutely no fraternizing with any patron…ever,” was what Ms. Baker had declared. “We’ve had to fire the last three lifeguards for unauthorized parties and affairs with local college girls. The pool’s reputation is a step away from being shut down and we can’t…we will NOT tolerate one indiscretion. Keep yourself focused, Mr. Walton or not only will you be unemployed, you’ll be sued for breach of contract.”

Shane reclined back in his lifeguard chair and checked his watch.

15 more minutes.

“We’ll be closing the pool down for the night, folks. I need everybody to start heading towards the showers.”

There was only a small group of people in the pool at the time. These were the regulars here and they were already beginning to move towards the showers. Shane was thankful it wasn’t the weekend with all of the kids running around. He’d have been here for another hour just rounding them up before he even started to clean up.

Glancing out the window he saw the sun nearing the horizon.

With a deep sigh, he lowered himself down from the chair and began picking up the pool and locking the doors.

This job as a lifeguard at the local college pool was helping him offset the cost of his books and was fairly relaxing.

But during finals week, it was murder on his study time.

By the time he got home and ate, he might have half hour before crashing and getting four hours of sleep.

One last sigh as he walked around the pool making sure all the doors were locked.

He paused as neared the green door.

It was a relic from older days when the pool was private before being donated to the college. From the rumors Shane had heard, it was used as a private nudist entrance and exit by the eccentric owner. From what he had heard, the pool’s questionable reputation had been with it from the start.

He tried the door once and it remained shut, but when he clicked the latch twice quickly and leaned it to the right, the door popped easily open. Inside, were the chemicals and tools used to maintain the pool along with some discarded rescue equipment. The whole room not only smelled musty, it felt musty.

Far away, on the other side of the room was the door leading directly outside.

Naked moonlit picnics and orgies…Shane smiled at the memory of the stories and shut the door again.

He was halfway through his shower when he heard the click.

It was a distant and far away sound and for a moment, he thought he had just imagined it.

He shut off the water and he waited there quietly.

Nothing.

Shrugging, he reached for his towel and moved into the dark locker room.

He was finished towelling off and was reaching for his boxers when he heard it.

Water splashed in the pool.

Shane froze and wrapped the towel around his waist.

Making his way through the shower room he walked out to the pool and scanned the water.

Sure enough, there were ripples in the water.

He held perfectly still and strained his eyes and ears into the room.

Again, nothing.

Very slowly he crept forward before he caught sight of the green door…opened just a crack.

Then he saw the pile of clothes laying behind the high dive board and he knew.

They were back.

It was a group of adolescent boys who had been daring each other to skinny-dip in the pool all summer. He knew who they were because they would come in during the day and ask him all sorts of questions, trying to be his friends.

But the last two times they had snuck in, Walter the security guard had only just caught sight of five small shadows running from back door and into the night.

Walter was a little too past his prime to give chase, but he had sworn a personal oath to catch them in the act.

Shane, however was on the fence about the matter.

He remember being that age and all the feelings that went with it. Personally, he admired their courage and spirit.Professionally, he was a hair’s breadth from having to drop this coming fall quarter’s classes. He needed this job and was pretty sure a lawsuit wouldn’t help either.

Just as he was easing up to the water, he caught sight of a dark shape sliding just illegal bahis under the surface towards him.

He knelt down put his hand on the deck so that his face was level with the surface of the water.

He’d scare the crap out of them , but then let them go with a warning.

Problem solved.

The water exploded in front of him with a gasp as he came face to face with a pair of deep brown eyes.

“Whoa!” he yelled as the woman shrieked and splashed backwards.

He pushed up from the deck, but at the last second, his hand slipped and he fell forward into the pool.

The towel slipped away from his waist as he kicked to the surface.

Gasping for air, he heard the sound of heavy splashing as the woman swam away from him.

For a moment he just sat there in shock, before chasing after her.

He wasn’t sure what he was going to do, but if Walter spotted a woman leaving the building at this hour, he could kiss his degree goodbye.

“Hey!” he shouted, catching an ankle.

“Let me go!” the voice was deep with a southern accent. “I didn’t do nuthin’!!”

Shane tugged the ankle towards him and even with the kicking leg, he managed to get his hands over her shoulders and shoved her back against the side of the pool.

“Just wait a minute!!” he yelled and she stopped struggling against him as much.

Pulling the wet hair from her face, she looked him in the eye and he felt his second shock of the evening.

Deep brown eyes studied his from a tanned and beautiful face.

She seemed to be admiring him as well, taking in his goatee and bald head with looks of appreciation.

“What?” she asked, with that deep southern drawl again.

“What!?” Shane replied.

“You said to wait a minute,” she answered, putting a hand against his chest and pushing him back. “Why?”

For a moment, Shane was lost.

Just looking at her, he felt confused.

“Oh,” he answered, shaking his head. “You can’t leave yet.”

A look of concern passed over her.

“And why not? Who’s going to stop me?”

Shane saw a look of defiance come over her as she swam towards him.

“Think you can stop me?”

For a moment, Shane found himself studying her grin and her lips.

“Please,” he said, deciding not to fight her, but to reason with her. “It’s my job.”

The look on his face and the tone of his voice stopped her in her tracks and she looked him up and down.

“Walter is the security guard here, if he catches you leaving now…they’ll fire me and then they’ll sue me.”

“They’ll sue you?!” she exclaimed incredulously.

A door creaking up front interrupted her and he furiously put his finger to his lips.

They both swam to the side of the pool that was hidden from the front and grabbed onto the wall.

“Shane?” a voice asked into the darkness and Shane grimaced.

He pointed at her and and motioned for her to stay put and she nodded.

Breathing deeply and quickly, Shane swam around the corner, careful to keep his lower torso under water.

“Hey Walter,” Shane responded, stopping in the middle of the pool. “Finals are killing me and I wanted to work off some tension before I left.”

Walter smiled, but waved a finger at him.

“You know Ms. Baker doesn’t want anyone in the pool after hours.”

Shane rolled his eyes.

“I know, but do you mind if I stick around for a little while longer?”

Walter eyed his watch.

“Naw I don’t mind, but keep it quick or it’s both our asses.”

“Don’t I know it,” Shane answered and backstroked. “Thanks Walter.”

Walter waved as he went back into the office and turned on the light. Shane could see him sitting down to read his book and swam back over to the woman.

For a moment, he didn’t see her and he immediatley tensed up looking back to the pile of clothes.

“Did he leave?” a voice whispered from the shadows and he swam towards it.

“No…he’ll be here all night,” Shane whispered, coming to rest on the wall right beside her. “We have to be quiet.”

“How do I get out of here?” she whispered at him and he found himself watching her face in the shadows.

“Not sure of that yet. I’m still working on it.”

For a moment, he thought carefully.

“Who are you?”

The woman hesitated before answering, but then shurgged, her tanned shoulders coming slightly out of the water.

“My name’s Leta.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m…”

“Shane…yeah I know who you are.”

Shane looked at her closely, and began to notice a familiarity. A woman in a red one-piece who would come in to do laps every other week on Thursdays.

“Aha,” he illegal bahis siteleri said, recognizing her now.

“Does this mean you’re not going to turn me in?” she whispered and he could feel her feet swirling the water next to his.

“Can’t,” he replied, shrugging himself. “Walter’s a friend, but he’d still report me if he knew I was skinny-dipping in the pool with a woman.”

Suddenly, the woman’s eyes bulged and she looked down into the water.

Shane covered himself with his hand.

“You’re naked?” Leta hissed at him.

“Yeah well I was in the shower when…I…wait a minute,” Shane looked down under the surface and Leta covered herself too. “Are…you?”

“Wouldn’t be called skinny-dipping if I wasn’t, would it?” she asked defiantly.

Suddenly, he was remembering her very well now.

The tatoos she had on her back. The look of her legs in her swimsuit. Her breasts filling out the top of her swimsuit as she stretched her arms. Her tanned arms reaching out for each stroke as the muscles in her back flexed. The way her short brown hair framed her face.

He remembered her very well now. While most of the girls splashed and played, she had always had a grace and an elegance that made her stand out from the rest. She was driven and focused.

“You’re Leta?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she answered, with a half smile.

She kicked away from the wall and treaded water slowly into the middle of the pool, but still out of sight of the office.

“How long am I gonna be trapped in here. I don’t want to come out a prune,” she asked.

Shane was trying not to imagine the sight of her naked below the water, but parts of him were already reacting to being free of clothes.

“Shoudn’t be too much longer,” Shane said, kicking off from the wall to tread water in front of her. “Walter usually makes a round of the whole college at the beginning and end of his shift…if he doesn’t get stuck in his book.”

“So we stuck here…trapped together,” she said smiling.

“Well…” Shane replied, backstroking away from her. “YOU sure are, but I can leave at any time.”

Leta smiled at him, and stroked slowly towards him.

“So then why don’t you?”

He treaded water slowly around her.

“Wanna make sure you’re alright,” he answered with a grin.

“I should be fine, I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself,” she answered treading away from him and towards the light beam coming from out of the office.

“Be careful,” he whispered, suddenly very serious.

“Seems to me you need to worry more about yourself,” she answered smiling, treading water right next to the line of the light. “Just a few more inches and it’d be your ass.”

Shane treaded closer to her until they were just touching noses.

“So then why don’t you?” he whispered against her lips.

She rubbed her nose back and forth against his.

“I want to make sure you’re ok, too,” she answered breathlessly and leaned forward to graze his lips lightly with hers.

She felt him sigh as he kissed her back and wrapped his arm around her waist.

Through the chill of the water, he felt the heat of her back and his fingertips slid across her spine. Leta shivered and allowed herself to be half dragged across the pool to the side. She grabbed the side with one hand as her other hand pulled the back of his head towards her.

He kissed her again and this time she felt his tongue explore her lips before probing questioningly inside. The tip of her tongue met his and she moaned. He grabbed the wall on either side of her and pulled himself against her as she lifted her legs to wrap over his.

As she wrestled with his tongue, she felt his hot cock sliding against her inner thigh and she reached down to grab him. Stroking back and forth, she felt him get harder still and he tore his mouth from hers and kissed down her cheek and bit her neck where it met the shoulder. She moaned again quietly and began to pant as he bit her again and again before finally letting go.

His head disappeared below the surface and she felt his cock slip from her grip and his lips pulled her left nipple into his mouth. He sucked her completely into his mouth before letting it slip out and sucking it back in again. Her hand pulled his head to her chest as she felt both of his hands grab her ass and pull her hard against him. She felt her pussy grind up against his abs as his hands kneaded her butt cheeks. He held her nipple in his mouth and flicked his tongue back and forth over the tip as her hips began to rock back and forth against him, her pussy lips rubbing back forth over his stomach.

Suddenly, canlı bahis siteleri he came back up for air and took her mouth again hungrily in his.

“Shane,” Walter said, his voice close now. “You almost finished?”

“Not much longer, Walter,” Shane answered, putting a finger to her lips.

“Welll…I’m gonna need you to leave here real soon. It’s both of our asses if you don’t.”

“I know Walter, I promise just a few more minutes,” Shane answered and then groaned quietly as Leta grabbed his cock and rubbed the tip of it up and down over her pussy lips. Slowly, she began to rub it up and down deeper and deeper as her hips worked forward and back.

Shane panted quietly and gritted his teeth as he glared at her.

She simply smiled and kissed him.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Walter asked, coming around the diving board that separated them.

Leta slid quickly and quietly under the water, but grabbed Shane’s legs to keep from floating free.

“Yeah,” Shane answered, trying hard to sound casual. “Just stretching a cramp before I do one more lap.”

Walter studied his face for a moment before nodding.

“Just a few more minutes then?”

Shane nodded and then almost yelped as he felt Leta pulling the crown of his cock into her mouth and teasing the opening with her tongue.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Walter asked again watching him carefully.

Shane breathed deeply as Leta took his entire length into her mouth and began slowly moving her head up and down his cock. She pulled back to lick the underside with her tongue.

Shane took a deep breath and held it.

“Bad cramp, Walter, but I just about got it.”

“Okay…you know what’s good for cramps? Bananas.”

Shane felt his vision blurring as his hips began to rock back and forth.

“Bananas?” asked Shane, his voice squeaking.

“Best cure ever,” Walter replied nodding.

For a moment, he just stood there gazing off into space before suddenly regaining his thoughts.

“Alright then,” he announced. “I have to make my rounds now. Lock up when you leave alright?”

Leta worked her mouth back and forth along the side of his cock before again taking the length into her mouth.

“YES!!” Shane answered, and then quickly covered. “Cramps gone.”

“Bananas, don’t forget,” Walter said walking off towards the office. “And you need to be gone before I get back.”

“Thanks Walter,” Shane replied as Leta came back up quietly to the surface and clamped her mouth hard against his.

“Is he gone now?” Leta asked between kisses, her legs wrapping over Shane’s waist again.

A door clicked in the background and they heard footsteps on the gravel outside.

“Yes,” Shane answered, pulling her body hard against his.

They both slipped under the surface as he reached down to grab his cock. He paused to flick up and down over her pussy lips before letting it slip deeper into her. She pulled hard with her legs and his full length filled her. Leta wrapped her arms around his back and locked her ankles together as he reached out for the wall and pulled them back up out of the water. As he slid up her, she felt his chest hair rubbing over both of her nipples and then crushing them into her breasts.

Pinning her to the wall with each thrust, he began slowly to work his hard cock in and out of her he kissed her gently this time. She felt his whole length slide out of her to the tip, pause and then slowly slide all the way back in filling her completely.

She panted as she pullled with her legs, trying to get him to go faster as each thrust shove her ass into the wall. He grunted as he felt her heels dig into his butt and he began to shover faster.

Suddenly, she began to make mewling sounds and thrust harder against his cock. She gripped him tightly against her and shuddered as the orgasm ripped through her. The contractions in her pussy pushed him over the edge and with one final shove, he came deep inside of her with a long, low moan.

Still shuddering and with her eyes closed, she felt with her hands to the back of his head and pulled him tight against her for a soft kiss.

For a few minutes they remained, there, tight up against each other and the wall until finally Leta shivered.

“Whew…got cold,” she whispered against kissing him again as he slid out of her.

“Kind of,” he whispered kissing her one more time.

They both dressed quickly and quietly before he walked her out to his car after checking that Walter was still out and about..

“I think I’ll look forward to swimming from now on,” Leta said, rubbing her nose against Shane’s before she kissed him one last time.

“Just do me a favor and don’t use the green door anymore,” Shane answered as she walked off into the night.

“No promises,” she answered with a smile. “I kind of enjoyed having my own private lesson.”

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I was 6 weeks from a new job and I could almost taste the freedom. No more grading. No more announcements. No more bullshit emails from parents about their precious children.

I had been teaching dual credit World History to seniors at the same school for 5 years. They could get college and high school credit for taking my class and then passing the final exam. That meant I had to put up with the snowflakes, the ivy-league bound, and the over-involved parents. I was the last hurdle for the overachievers.

I loved history and I loved talking about history to kids who really cared. And who was I kidding, these weren’t kids. They were young adults. All of them were enrolled or accepted to major universities and since we were 6 weeks from graduation only a select few hadn’t turned 18.

So even though I was so close I couldn’t lay off. I had to push them to get past the final that took place a week and a half before the last day. We were so close. The anticipation was killing them (and me).

There were 15 minutes left in my final class on Thursday when she blew in. The door burst open and the dean of admissions hurriedly apologized and walked one of the most gorgeous brunette students I had ever seen into my classroom. The dean handed me a slip of paper and continued to apologize as she explained why they were so late for class and that this student would be finishing up my class and taking the exam with everyone else at the end of the year.

“Was she in advanced history at her last school?” I asked, wondering what was really going on and feeling almost sorry for this poor girl who had no chance of passing without a full course year.

“No, but she has tested very highly for our school and we believe she will do just fine. She has already gotten the required courses in history to graduate so she has chosen this as an elective more or less.”

I nodded and introduced myself, “I’m Mr…”

“Hammersmith. I know,” she said flushed. “I’m Sydney. I’ve heard so many great things about you. I’m really looking forward to finishing yo…the year off with you.” She stumbled over the end of the sentence and there were several snickers from the class behind her.

The dean was oblivious to the slip, apologized again, and exited reminding me that if I had any questions to email her.

I offered Sydney the only remaining desk in class that happened to be in front of my own and she sat down in a heap with her book bag and noisily began getting out a laptop to take notes on as I finished my lecture.

We had been discussing the Afghani rebel’s response to the Russian invasion of Afghanistan when we were interrupted so I concluded the lesson with one of my “clickbait” ending sentences about how in our next class we would be learning how the CIA trained the mujahideen to bomb buildings and escape into tunnels.

Students began to pack up and start chatting because there were about 10 minutes left until I would dismiss them to their final period of the day. I reminded them of their reading homework and a few dutifully got their books back out to read while the remainder chatted with their friends as they continued scrolling through their phones or tablets.

I walked back to my desk and turned to Sydney, “Did they give you your school issued email address? I want to forward you the lecture notes so you can catch up on this section.”

“Oh no, they didn’t. But I have a Gmail you can send it to. Let me write it down for you.”

Before I could protest that I didn’t really need a student’s personal email address she bent down sideways to get a piece of paper out of her backpack. The awkward angle she was sitting at made her legs skew just right. The denim skirt she had on parted and the red panties covering her were on complete display for almost a full second as she recovered. I tried not to stare but her eyes caught my gaze as I tried to recover and go back to focusing on my computer.

I thought I caught the hint of a smile as she jotted something on the paper. I tried to take her in through my peripheral vision as she wrote.

She was average height leaning towards petite with an almost strawberry tint to her brunette hair. Her ivory skin was covered in the most perfect array of freckles across her cheeks and nose and I could tell they ran down her arms and hoped they were on her chest. She didn’t have enormous breasts but she filled out the grey t-shirt she had on that bore the logo of a school in another state and I assumed this was a protest against her parents for moving her with six weeks left in her senior year. Her skirt was a proper length but even though she wasn’t tall her toned and freckled legs seemed to be held so I could see up higher than I was supposed to.

“Here you go. Please send me those notes and any other assignments I can catch up on. I would hate to be behind. My family is close with the van Owen family and so Emily and I are really close. She told me that I HAD to take this class illegal bahis and get to know you” She seemed almost giddy to tell me why she chose this as an elective.

“Emily was in my class last year, she did really well. I enjoyed having her in class” I said, not lying about how well she had done. But I didn’t mention that Emily had also been back in town twice since moving to Kansas for college and I had enjoyed fucking her both times she had been home. Was this where the coy smiles and half looks were coming from?

90% of students passed the final test to get college credit and I had been voted a district teacher of the year twice and was a state teacher of the year finalist. I loved history and my class was a mixture of lecture and conversation that allowed students freedom to feel almost like a college class while they were still in their high school setting.

I had never married and mostly played video games and read outside of school so I had a lot of time to donate and was involved with many of the clubs and student government groups on campus. But even though I was a “cool” teacher I was mostly a hard ass. My class wasn’t easy and I did not pass anyone who didn’t deserve it. Parents and students alike came to fear unannounced, personal emails or text messages and I was not known for mercy. So what had Sydney heard that made her want to sign up for 6 grueling weeks of history when she was almost done? What had Emily told her?

She had to know.

I had started teaching as a rather large guy. But over the years I had learned to eat less and drink less. The combination of staying on my feet, drinking a ton of water, and the stress of teaching had done the rest. I had shed a lot of weight and then started lifting weights with the other history teacher who coached football. I packed on 35 pounds of muscle and had enjoyed bulking up ever since. I wasn’t thin by beauty standards but my weight was solid and not jiggly. Add in my full beard and engaging manner and I had had to make sure that I wasn’t alone with female students AND teachers for the last three years.

Nothing too inappropriate had ever happened on school grounds, but most students learned I had a life outside of school and figured out how to contact me through social media. I wasn’t shy about befriending kids after they graduated. I was still in the generation that had a facebook, plus I had a twitter, an Instagram, and a snapchat. I routinely added former students that had really become friends but sometimes awkward things slipped through. The principal and I had had to have a serious talk with two girls who sent me a video of them making out at a pool party two years prior and then there had been an incident with a junior boy that left his parents with a lot of new information about their son.

All of that to say, I didn’t know what Sydney had signed up for.

I checked my watch and announced to students they could go.

“Thank you for understanding and helping me catch up,” Sydney said as she got up. Her legs stayed apart so I could see her red panties again. She stood up and bent over awkwardly to put her laptop away. Her shirt pulled up and showed that it was a red thong she was wearing and that her ivory skin was perfectly smooth wherever I could see it. As she finished gathering her things the classroom had emptied and I was leaning on my podium awkwardly staring. She stood up and slung her back pack on her shoulder.

“Don’t forget to email me she said. That’s my personal one so it goes straight to my phone. I’m up late most days so anytime is good for me.” She pushed her hair behind her ear and met my gaze one more time as she walked out. I was glad it was my open period as I slumped into my chair to hide my growing erection.

That evening I was sitting at home in my sweats and t shirt debating on emailing a student. I was 29. She was 18 (I had immediately checked her records during my off period). But why had she given me her personal email? I know they give you a school email when you enroll. This must be some game.

I knew that I couldn’t email a student’s personal email address from my school one. So logged in to my personal account and sent her the notes and told her if she had questions to email me at my school address. It was 9:45.

At 9:52 I had a new friend request on Facebook. Then my Instagram received a request. She was working quickly.

I ignored both. I couldn’t have anyone else see that she had been added so quickly while still being in my class.

At 10:07 she emailed back to thank me for the notes.

At 10:15 my phone chirped again. It was a snapchat notification. I pulled up the added me page and saw sydney.freckles on the list.

I clicked on her name and added her to mine. My heart raced. What was I doing?

I had had sex with several former students and 6 colleagues during my time as a teacher but I had never flirted with current students.

My phone beeped as a message from sydney.freckles illegal bahis siteleri came through.

I clicked on it and she had included a picture of books and a notebook with the line “already studying to catch up.”

I sighed almost disappointed but somewhat relieved and went back to playing Battlefield on my PC.

The phone chirped again three minutes later. It was her. The picture was a selfie showing her smiling and holding up her textbook. I could see her shoulders. No shirt. No straps. Some cleavage.

I wrote back without sending a picture, “Good for you! Glad you are covering the material!”

She replied with a photo pointing at the floor but mostly her smooth legs, “you know it!”

She sent me another one an hour later but I had already logged off my pc, masturbated to a threesome video with two blonde secretaries scissor fucking each other, and had gone to sleep.

The next day seemed to go in slow motion. I checked her photo from last night but it was an actual question she had circled in the notes. I couldn’t wait for 7th period. Was she just a friendly student? Did she just have questions about homework? What would she wear? Was I imagining things?

I got to 7th hour that Friday and anxiously waited by the door. I seemed to get my answer as she walked around the corner. She had on another skirt, linen this time and just long enough to meet dress code. Her button-down blouse was opened more than any female teacher would have allowed so I know she opened at least two buttons coming up the stairs to my corner of the main building. She greeted me warmly at the door and I had to fight my eyes to meet her eye line as she got closer to me than necessary to show me the question she had from last night.

I stood behind my podium for 43 minutes to hide my erection and can’t remember a word of what I said. What I do remember is that with 7 minutes of class left after having given them an assignment to start for homework I sat at my desk and Sydney was sitting in the seat I had given her yesterday. There were no assigned seats in my class and several students were absent, she had chosen the seat closest to my desk on purpose.

Everyone got to work and I dutifully went into my teacher portal website to update next week’s plan when I noticed motion in my peripheral vision. No one was up or moving but Sydney’s legs were going back and forth. Almost imperceptible – no one around her would notice, but I noticed because I had been finely dialed in to her knees since she walked in. Students were working and visiting. The low hum of chatter had gotten a little louder as we got closer to the weekend. But Sydney sat, head down and working on her assignment with her knees barely moving. I tried to shift in my chair to look. I could see black and some white lace. But I didn’t dare let my eyes linger.

She noticed. She had been watching me. Her legs moved a little wider. Almost like a nervous leg bump students do when they are testing or focusing. She shifted in her seat so her pelvis was almost directly pointed at me. She was on the outside row so no one next to her was looking. I glanced over everyone and she caught my eyes. Her left knee moved wide and I couldn’t fight the instinct. I looked. Black silk panties with white lace. She saw my eyes. She stared directly at me and bit her lip. I was so hard my desk was almost levitating.

She opened her legs again and this time I stared. She put her left hand under the desk and pulled at her skirt. I did a quick eye sweep around the room but no one was up or even paying attention. Most students had packed up and were getting ready to be dismissed.

She took one finger and pulled at her panties. I could see a hint of a bush and the edge of her lips for just a second and then her legs closed.

I had to remind myself to breathe and then hastily dismissed everyone to a good weekend.

I stayed seated as she gathered her things and left without a word.

“Fuck.” I said out loud as the door closed behind her. What have I done?

No messages Friday night. Nothing Saturday morning. I did yard work at my house all day while anxiously checking my phone and then went to a birthday party for a friend Saturday evening.

I was resigned to the fact that something terrible was going to happen Monday when my phone finally chirped at 10:57, Saturday night.

It was sydney.freckles. I waited one full minute before I opened it. It was a selfie at the desk again. I could see more of her room and much more of her. No nudity, but it was clear that if she did have on a top it was very small. All it said was, “Hi!”

I asked her how she was and she sent another pic of her making a sad face and asking why I never sent pictures. I told her normally I didn’t add students before they had graduated and she sent back another devilish selfie with 5 words that made my heart skip, “I’ll make it worth it”.

I sent her one of my face and you could tell canlı bahis siteleri I had on my tank top. She sent back a blushed smile and the water droplets emoji. Fuck. This was going quick.

The next picture she sent was in front of a mirror. She had on small lacy shorts and on one side the strap of her thong was pulled up so I could see it. Her bikini top was barely hanging on because she had undone the shoulder straps and she labeled the picture “not dress code appropriate – you?”

I sent one back in front of my bathroom mirror. I decided fuck it and took off my tank top so I was just wearing my black shorts – at least the dark would help mask the erection snaking down my left leg.

Her next photo was her face with a wide eyed expression – and then her follow up picture was without the bikini top or the lacy shorts, just her left arm attempting to cover her breasts while her blue thong teased the hint of her lips.

I responded with my face wide eyed and open mouthed.

15 grueling minutes passed and she replied with an all black photo, “I have to go to bed. Talk to you in the morning.”

I was crushed. I had almost exploded right then. I knew there was more coming but couldn’t believe she had stopped. I slammed a finger of scotch and figured it was probably for the best.

I woke up on Sunday and drank a shake before lifting weights in the garage. I finished and got in the shower at 9:45 when I heard a knock at the front door.

I hurriedly dried off and went to answer it in basketball shorts with the towel around my neck. My parents still lived in the town I was in so I hoped nothing had happened – typically they were busy on Sunday mornings so I would workout, read, finish any house projects, and then go eat lunch with them.

I opened the door without checking the peep hole and it was Sydney. She had on a simple t shirt and tight jeans. Her car was parked in my driveway and I glanced around outside to see if anyone else had noticed her standing there.

I stepped back to invite her in and awkwardly tried to turn my body so she wouldn’t immediately notice that my cock had begun to twitch. As she stepped in she brushed my crotch with her right hand.

I caught her by the arm as I slammed the front door. I turned the lock and quickly pulled her to me. I didn’t say anything but just continued staring at her as she pressed into me. I could feel her breasts and her small, athletic body quiver. She gasped, “Oh!” as she realized what she was feeling press against her stomach and thigh.

She pushed up on her tip toes and I kissed her. We didn’t speak. No words. Just lips and tongues. She tasted amazing. Almost like a fresh strawberry. She smelled of vanilla and my hands explored her back and her firm ass as she awkwardly jammed her tongue further into my mouth.

She pulled away and giggled, “I’ve never kissed with a full beard before – I like it.”

“Wait til it’s all over your body.” I said trying not to sound as desperate as I was to have more of her. She responded by grabbing my hand and pulling further into the house.

“I’d love a tour,” she said, “Can we start in your room?”

“You might not see much more of the house after that,” I said mentally cursing myself for sounding like a serial killer.

She turned and stared into both of my eyes as she said, “Why do you think I’m here? I don’t kiss all of my teachers at the door and get wet when I feel their cocks pressing against me.”

I almost came.

She ran back to my arms and I picked her up and kissed her as she wrapped her legs around my mid-section.

I pushed opened the door to my room and carried her to the bed. I dropped her and stepped back. I threw the towel into the hamper by the closet and drank her in as she laid on the bed.

I got on to my knees by the edge of the bed and my let my fingers find the button of her jeans. I undid them and started tugging from her feet. She did that move where she lifts her ass to help get them off and I saw that she had on a red thong like her first day in class. She lifted her head and looked me in the eyes after I got her jeans off, “I hoped you saw these the first day, Emily told me you loved red.”

She gasped as I pushed her legs apart, placed her calves on my shoulders, and started kissing up her thighs. I didn’t know her sexual experience but for a girl who sends semi-topless photos to her teacher and shows up at his house unannounced I assumed I wasn’t her first.

I kissed up her legs and pulled her hips closer to the edge of the bed. I laid my face right on her panties and breathed in deep as I started my tongue near her ass and traced her lips all the way up. She was soaking wet and the sweet, musty smell of her was driving me insane. I began licking her panties over and over, pushing my tongue in harder each time. She ran her fingers through my hair and said, “For the love of God move the fucking thong.”

I love when they have a dirty mouth; I immediately obliged and removed her panties. I had felt it through the thong but was pleased to see she had a small mound of brunette hair above her crotch. Nothing better than eating an all-natural girl. I kissed the mound and ran my tongue around it.

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