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Paige and I were both nervous about Elizabeth’s arrival. We tidied up the house as best we could and greeted Elizabeth when she arrived at 1:40 PM.

Paige was the perfect little hostess, leading us to the kitchen and serving us a lunch that she had learned to prepare on some cooking show. We drank a little wine and toasted Sarah several times. Elizabeth was as cold as usual toward me. I had never felt as uncomfortable around anyone as I did around Elizabeth. I was walking on egg shells from the time she arrived.

After lunch, Paige asked if she might go spend the rest of the afternoon with Megan. I said that was fine and Elizabeth agreed. Paige had prepared the spare room for Elizabeth. I would have occupied that room, but I had only meant to stay a couple of days, and crashed on the couch. Then I found my self sleeping in Paige’s bed. So it was back to the couch for me. No one had entered Sarah’s room since we had received the sad news.

I was so relieved when ol’ Lizard Breath repaired to her room after lunch. Elizabeth showered and rested and we met me in the kitchen just after 4:00. We shared some casserole that one of Sarah’s friends had dropped off, drank the rest of the wine we had opened at lunch and reminisced about Sarah. Elizabeth told me some stories about Sarah as a girl that I had never heard. Some of those stories were sweet, some were funny and some were sad.

Elizabeth revealed to me a side of Sarah that I had never seen, and a side of herself that I never known. I found a whole knew appreciation for Elizabeth that afternoon.

We opened another bottle of wine and talked a while longer. We swapped stories and jokes and laughed together, until the wine bottle ran dry. Elizabeth had really loosened up and I felt a bit more relaxed

The only other time that I could recall getting along so well with Elizabeth, was the first Thanksgiving after Carl’s passing. That evening didn’t end well, though.

“I’m going to say something, here, if you don’t mind,” Elizabeth stated, suddenly.

“Would it stop you if I did mind?” I interjected.

“No it wouldn’t, so shut up, and listen!”

“Go on.”

“I want you to know that I appreciate all you’ve done for Sarah and Paige.”

“Forget it.”

“No, seriously, you have gone out of your way to take care of my sister and her little girl over these years, and nobody has acknowledged your efforts at all.”

“That’s what families are for,”I said. What she meant was, she had never acknowledged my efforts. Sarah and Paige always had.

“And I’ve been awfully mean to you at times.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“You’re being awfully sweet about this.”

“You want to watch a movie, or something?” I asked. I had to change the subject. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable again, and I felt terrible about the things I had shouted as I went on my rant the night before. I had never seen that kind and sensitive side of Elizabeth.

“Sure,” she said. “I’ll pop some corn.” Elizabeth escort bostancı popped the corn and I went to the family room and picked out a flick.

When Elizabeth entered the family room I held up a DVD case asked. “What about this one Liz?”

” ‘When Harry Met Sally’! Excellent choice,” she said, “But I’d rather you call me Beth. I hate to be called Liz.”

“I’ve noticed.”

“And still you’ve continued.”

“I can be a bit of a prick.”

“I’ve noticed.”

“Touche!”

We sat on the sofa, eating popcorn, watching the movie and laughing. It was quite nice.

After a while I noticed that “Beth” wasn’t paying attention to the movie. He attention was else where.

Presently, she began to cry. Without hesitation, I slipped my arm around her and pulled her close to me. She laid her head on my shoulder and started to sob. I just held her, and let cry as I sat there, staring at the TV screen.

Beth cried until her tears ran dry. After a while she grew quiet and fell asleep. In her sleep, she snuggled up very close to me and I held her a little tighter. She curled up beside me in a nearly fetal position, so child-like.

It felt awfully good, cuddling with Beth that way. My shoulder was wet with her tears and her body felt so warm against mine. I found myself, once again comforting another weeping woman. And once more, I was aroused by the crying creature.

I felt my cock getting harder and harder as Beth snuggled closer and I pulled her tighter against me. I hadn’t held Paige in my arms since we’d gotten the sad news. I’d held Megan, as she cried, but I had to get away from her. So the closeness and the warmth of a woman was very exciting to me just then. Besides, in those sad days, as I found myself comforting those weeping women, I took great comfort and consolation in the closeness that Beth afforded me. I also enjoyed a fascinating excitement.

There was no getting away from Beth. At that moment I wanted anything but to get away from her. I suddenly found her very alluring. Beth was by no means unattractive. She wasn’t cute in the way that Sarah or Paige were. Beth was taller and darker complected with features that were a little more course. She was quite pretty, actually.

But, “Pretty is, as pretty does.” my dear mother always said, and Beth had never expressed any prettiness toward me, so I never looked at her in that light. Or I should say seldom looked at her in that light.

As I lay there on the sofa, feeling all warm and fuzzy, with Beth snuggling up so tight to me, I began to reminisce. I thought back to that Thanksgiving, so long ago.

It was the day after Thanksgiving, that Friday, that I recalled. Sarah had invited me to her mother, Martha’s, for the holiday. It was a sweet gesture, considering I had been in town since Carl’s funeral and had no where to spend the holiday.

I traveled up to Martha’s with Sarah and Paige. Sarah’s father had passed a few years prior and it meant a ümraniye escort great deal to Martha to have her family gather for the holiday feast. I felt honored to be invited.

Besides Sarah, Paige and me, Elizabeth was there with her husband, Paul, along with their two boys, Peter and Alex. Martha had invited some of her friends from church and some of her neighbors, as well. She had a houseful, and we all had a wonderful time.

The following day, Friday, was far more relaxed. It was just family. We enjoyed a huge brunch that morning. In the afternoon we played touch football, in the yard, like a bunch of Kennedy’s. Then we adults lounged about the house, snacking, watching TV, swapping stories, and gossiping as the kids galloped about the yard. Martha could not have been happier. Her daughters could not have been more pleased.

The evening was a bit more festive, the women prepared a wonderful supper from the left-overs of the Thanksgiving feast. We ate and drank and enjoyed one another’s company.

The adults drank and played a trivia game around the table as the children fell asleep, in chairs and on the floor all about the house.

I recalled that Elizabeth was particular jovial that evening. She was bright and clever, very funny. I was amazed at her. There was a gleam in her eye and a glow about her that I had never seen. She was quite fetching as well. She wore a rather tight, white angora sweater, that revealed just a hint of cleavage, and a black skirt. I had never notice what lovely legs she had.

Elizabeth and I were the finalists in the trivia game. We jousted, verbally , back and forth, about the minutia of useless facts, never losing sight of the fact that is was all a game. It was quite fun.

By the time game was over, Elizabeth and I were the last two in the house awake, and she had won. I congratulated her and rose from the table with a whole new appreciation for her.

I stepped out onto the porch to have a smoke. The weather was mild for November, just slightly brisk. I stood there at the rail, blowing smoke rings into the still autumn night air. There was a half moon as I recall, so the lawn was bright.

I was standing at the porch rail smoking when Elizabeth came out of the house.. She stepped up to the rail and said, “What a beautiful night.”

I turned and saw Elizabeth, standing in that moonlight, gazing out across her mother’s lawn. There was something about the way that light struck her face. Her profile, at that instant was astounding. I wanted to say something clever, about how she was more beautiful than the night, or how the moon paled in her glory, or something.

I really wanted to impress her, but I realized how stupid those things would have sounded, and how inappropriate it would have been to say something like that. So I simply muttered, “Yeah, beautiful night.”

I stared at her until she turned and looked me in the eye. “Yeah, beautiful night.” I repeated.

“Yeah, beautiful,” she echoed. kartal escort bayan For some reason, I felt that she knew that I wanted to say more.

Then, suddenly, it felt as if, all that wonderful comradery that seemed to be developing, was slipping away. Perhaps it had been just a charade.

Then Elizabeth made a small, subtle, clever joke, a reference to one of the trivia questions from earlier, an inside joke, that only she and I would understand, and we laughed. We looked into each others eyes and realized that no one else in the world would get that joke. That made it special, in a way, and it made it all the funnier. We laughed until we were breathless. Once we caught our breath. We looked at one another. We both felt embarrassed and looked away.

I looked out over the lawn for a minute then turned to steal another glance at Elizabeth’s profile, but she was gone. I turned a little farther and saw her standing in the corner with her back against the wall, half bathed in moonlight, half concealed in the shadow of a porch column. The stark contrast of light and dark was amazing. The pale moonlight, the black shadows, the white sweater and the black skirt, it looked like something from an old film noir. I had to move closer and get a better look at her.

I took a step or two in her direction and saw that she looked amazing to me in that light. I glanced into the house as I passed the window and saw Elizabeth’s husband, Paul, sleeping in the lounge chair and Sarah, asleep on the couch. Martha had long since gone to bed.

I looked back at Elizabeth and she stared back at me. I started to walk toward her, again, very slowly, giving her every opportunity to indicate that I should stop, or turn and walk away. She did neither. She just leaned against that wall, staring me in the eye as I approached her.

It seemed to take hours to cross that porch. I moved closer and closer until I was finally right in front of her, just inches away. I leaned forward until I could feel my shirt slightly brushing her sweater. I felt her breasts heave as she drew a deep breath. I smelled the wine on her lips. My face was only an inch from hers, looking deep into her eye, when we heard the door knob rattle.

Elizabeth quickly turned to her right as I turned to mine. By the time Sarah had opened the door, Elizabeth was there to meet her. I was at the rail about to light another cigarette.

“Oh, Sarah!” Elizabeth said to her sister, “I was just on my way in to put the boys to bed.”

“I’ll be right in.”

“Take your time It’s a lovely night.”

Sarah stepped up beside me, tenderly laid her little hand on my shoulder and said, “Beth’s not such a bad person, is she?”

“She’s OK I guess.”

“You guys seemed to be getting along famously tonight.”

“Yeah, must be the holiday spirit.”

“Or maybe the holiday spirits.”

“That could be it too.”

“It is beautiful out here tonight.”

“Yes she is,” I said , then quickly added, “It certainly is.”

We stood there in silence for another minute, then Sarah said, “I’m going in to put Paige to bed.”

“Good night my dear,” I said.

“Good night,” she said sweetly and went back in.

Elizabeth didn’t speak to me the rest of the weekend.

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What could make guys night out better than it already is? How about the company of a delightful woman at the bar?

The guys in my neighborhood go out once a month-it’s been a thing for years. On the first Thursday, there are between 3 and 12 guys having a few beers, shooting pool, or playing poker at pushed-together tables. I’ve been doing this since we were the new couple on the street four years ago. Some of these guys are nodding acquaintances, and some are close friends.

Last month, attendance was pretty low. It was cold and rainy, and the email exchange was full of “I’m busy” and “Sorry guys.” I wasn’t excited, but I definitely didn’t want to stay home that night-my wife was tied up with family stuff, and the kids were on their phones as soon as dinner was over. Once I got there, I was glad to be out, but there were only three of us. We had a drink, but none of us were particularly close, and it seemed like a perfunctory meeting. There were only a few other customers there, and no good games on the TVs over the bar. After one slow Guinness, we all sort of drifted over to the bar to settle up. The other guys headed out, and I waited for my credit card receipt-having no cash is usually a problem, but it worked out well that night!

As I waited, I gave one of the women sitting at the bar a small, non-predatory smile. She was drinking Guinness as well, which I always find appealing in a woman. Her two friends were putting on coats, but she didn’t look ready to go-there was still half a pint in her glass. Her body was appealingly trim in soft boots, comfortable jeans, and a dark blouse. Her shoulder-length hair was brown, but the bar lights showed red highlights as well. I was admiring her smooth, lightly tanned skin and the dark eyes when she turned my way, catching me off guard. She knew I was checking her out, but seemed to appreciate the polite attention.

“Everybody’s ready to go except us, huh?” she asked.

I nodded and said something senseless about the rain. When my credit card slip came, I signed it, folded it into my wallet, left the few dollar bills I had on the bar, checked my phone, and then turned to go. I didn’t make it very far. Standing just outside the door was the Guinness-drinking brunette, smoking a cigarette and holding onto her glass. Her friends were gone, clacking down the street with quick steps before they vanished into the parking lot next door.

As I zipped my jacket and glanced up and down the rainy street, I heard her speak again.

“Want another? They left before I was finished-you can keep me company.”

Thoughts raced through my head. In no particular order, they included “Hell yes, I want another beer,” “I would love to fuck you right here,” “How late can I stay out?” and “Did she really just say that?” Without too much pause, I smiled and unzipped my jacket. I fished out a cigarette and lit up to keep her company.

Her body relaxed when I did that, and I realized she was a little nervous about asking me. That made two of us, so a drink sounded like a good idea.

“I’m Karen,” she said.

“I’m Steve. We took a few more drags, then I held the door for her and followed her inside. She had a twenty out already and ordered two Guinness before I could say a word. As the bartender poured and we watched them cascade slowly, Karen and I didn’t say much. She paid, and grabbed both glasses. Instead of resuming her seat at the bar, she smiled and nodded toward a quieter booth away from the bar. We slid in facing each other, smiled awkwardly again, and then clinked our glasses together.

“Cheers,” she said.

We chatted for a few minutes-I explained the guys’ night out thing, and she told me the two who left were work friends who didn’t live nearby.

Then she went quiet for a moment and said, “Thanks for staying.”

“Thanks for asking me to,” I replied.

“Why did you?” she asked. “You’re out with the guys, you’re married, they left, and you stayed to have a drink with some woman who asked you at the last minute. Why is that?”

I wasn’t expecting that kind of directness, but I found myself smiling. I told her as honestly as I could (with a grin) about all the thoughts that ran through my head back outside the door.

She laughed. “Guys are amazing,” she said, shaking her head. “You wanted to fuck me right away after three words and a smile?”

For once, my brain was working quickly, and I had a come-back ready: “Women are amazing, too. You want the same thing, and that’s why you asked me to stay and have a drink, right?”

I tried not to sound cocky-forgive the pun-but I suspected I was on the right track with this idea!

She almost blushed, but covered it up with a smirk Her eyes, though, stayed locked onto mine and she said, “Well, you got me there.”

After a moment more, she regained the initiative by saying, “So let’s go…I’m pretty sure you have to be home by midnight or wifey will think you’re up to something!”

“Where to?” was all I said to that. Tacit admission of guilt, check. Still gonna do it? Check.

We escort ataşehir drained our pints, stood up, and put our jackets on.

“I live one building down-I just got an apartment on the top floor,” she told me.

I don’t know why I wasn’t more hesitant, but ever since I turned and went back in the bar, I was only imagining her soft lips against mine-no flashes of my wife or kids or anything else, just enough to be practical about it and plan to get home on time.

I opened the door for her and she took my arm, guiding me to the right and into a well-lit entrance. We stayed close to the buildings to avoid the rain and ducked into the vestibule without incident. There was no name on the buzzer yet. The elevator was small but efficient, and as soon as its doors closed, she turned her face up to mine. Before we reached 3, our first kiss was well underway, and I felt her body against mine. The ding broke the spell, and we got out, headed down the hall a few steps, and she paused to fish out her key and unlock the door.

The lock clicked, but Karen turned to me before she fully opened the door.

“You’re not some axe-murderer posing as a horny married man, are you?”

“Nope. I never use an axe. Too messy.”

“Fair enough,” she answered with a quick smile.

I followed her in and we hung our jackets behind the front door. I looked around as she flipped on a light. Short hallway, shadowy living room ahead, all simply furnished and neat. Like Karen herself, the apartment was tasteful and no-nonsense.

In the living room, Karen turned on one small lamp to cut through the gloom. She turned toward me then, caught my hand, and pulled me close. Her face was suddenly serious.

“So, Married Guy Steve-I have a question for you!”

“Fire away,” I responded.

“We both know why we’re here, but I have this whole fantasy playing out in my mind right now. But first, I have to ask you a question.”

“Okay…”

“Have you ever done this before?”

“Nope. I think every married guy has fantasies, but I never have had the opportunity.”

“So obviously you would, given the right opportunity…since you’re here!”

“Obviously.”

“What if we pretend that I’m not some horny woman who’s new in town?”

“OK…so who are you?”

“I’m the high-priced escort you called because your friends left. This is just an apartment I used to see my clients.”

“How much am I spending?” I said with a smile.

“A thousand dollars sounds about right. Since you have to get home, though, I’ll knock it down to an imaginary five hundred, okay?”

“That’s very reasonable of you,” I told her, smirking. “What do I get for $500?”

“Anything you want.”

“In that case,” I said, “I want everything I can get before I have to leave. And I want you to talk a little dirty while we’re at it!”

Karen laughed happily: “Sounds like you’ve thought this one out!”

I had to laugh, too. “Just trying to find the opposite of my real life.”

I think she understood as clearly as I did that marriage consists of routines, and even if they are happy and comfortable, change is a powerful aphrodisiac. Her words and actions that night certainly showed her awareness.

“Can I get you anything before we get started?” she asked in a businesslike way.

“I’d love a bottle of water…”

Karen spun quickly into the kitchen, and I saw the light wash along the wall as she opened the fridge. Then the light blinked out and I heard a rustle of clothing. After a moment, she appeared back in the soft light of the living room, but God what a difference!

The jeans and boots were gone, and the dark blouse fell softly to the tops of her thighs. Her hair looked a little tousled, and there was a smoky, sexy look in her eyes that I hadn’t seen before. She held a bottle of water in each hand, but I had forgotten all about that in the face of such an abrupt and spectacular change. She stopped for a second next to a speaker and clicked a button-soft music I couldn’t identify floated out, filling the room with a catchy beat.

“Drink some water, Steve…you’re going to need it!” she said in a low voice.

Obediently, I took a bottle from her hand and cracked the top open, taking several gulps to soothe my suddenly dry mouth. Karen took it back and put it next to hers on the coffee table. Then she stepped closer to me and put one hand on my chest while the other grasped my arm. The top three buttons of her blouse were open, and I glanced admiringly at the shadowy cleavage revealed behind them.

“I’m all yours, tonight, Steve…and I’m going to drive you crazy! But first…”

Her hands made quick work of unbuttoning my shirt, then moved to the waistline of my jeans. She slid the belt buckle open and popped the button, but stopped there. Then she flowed forward toward me and her breasts nudged my bare chest. My arms wrapped around her as our lips met, and her kiss almost took my breath away-she tasted sweet and fresh, and her tongue darted delightfully from the kadıköy escort bayan start. Her thigh nudged between mine so that her hip was nudging my growing erection, and I could feel the heat of her pussy on my thigh as she moved sensuously against me.

Just when I was about to grab her delightful ass, Karen took charge again. She stepped back a half step, smiling wickedly. She pulled my hands in front of her and then pushed, rocking me back toward the dark leather sofa. It hit just behind my knees, and I folded myself down onto the firm cushions.

Standing over me, Karen was backlit by the lamp across the room. Her body swayed to the music playing softly from across the room. Looking directly into my eyes, she ran her fingers through her tousled hair, then down her face, her neck, and along the closure of her blouse. At the hemline, she bent over slightly to let her fingers travel all the way down to her knees, then reversed course. Up her thighs, this time tugging the blouse along with her thumbs. When she reached her hips, I could see the light glancing off dark, silky panties as they came into sight. She held her hands just below her waist and moved with the music, her lower body moving in a hypnotic rhythm. I couldn’t figure out where to look-my eyes jumped from her swinging hips to the dark panties, then up to enjoy the subtle movements of her breasts as they moved inside her blouse, then on to the sexy, intent look her face and the tendrils of hair that brushed across it occasionally. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sexier sight.

I was so wrapped up in the private show that I almost didn’t notice her hands move. They slid up from her hips to her waist, then in across her body, squeezing her breasts together to create a dark line of cleavage in the shadow of her open blouse. Her fingers began to open buttons starting at the top. Each one revealed a little more of her beautiful torso, and my gaze locked onto this new territory as it came into view. I noticed in passing the dark line of her bra, and the ripple of her abdominal muscles as she continued to dance. When the last button came undone, her blouse fell loosely apart, and I could see almost all of her in the soft light.

Karen stood straight again and let her arms fall backward. The blouse slid down her arms and fell to the floor. For a moment, she swayed above me like a vision, covered only by the dark satin of what I could now see were matching lingerie. Her breasts were not large, but filled each cup perfectly, allowing a glint of paler skin as she moved. Her panties were cut high on each leg, creating a line that drew my gaze down from her hips, across her belly, and on to the dark patch of fabric below. I wanted to reach for her, but this was her show, and I was still.

“Do you want to touch me, Steve?” came her soft voice, responding to my unspoken desire. “You can soon…I want to feel your hands all over me. I want to feel you holding my breasts…”

Her hands matched her words and came up to cup each swaying treasure. Then she gracefully unsnapped the front clasp and opened her bra, turning her body to free the straps one at a time. My eyes drank in the sight of each perfect breast, each dark pink aureola capped by a small, hard nipple.

“And I want to feel your hands on my ass,” she said, sliding hers down her waist and hips.

“And I want to feel you touching my pussy, Steve…I want you to grab me and feel how wet I am for you, and I want your fingers inside me!”

As she said this, her hands came together across her mound, and I could see her curling her fingers upward to squeeze against her pussy. I was aching again to reach out and grab her, to let my fingers take the place of hers and feel that soft, damp heat…

“Do you want that, Steve? Do you want to feel my pussy? It’s yours tonight…you paid for it!”

I grinned in response, and Karen hooked her thumbs in her waistband. Slowly, teasingly, she slid them down an inch or two, giving me a glimpse of the dark curls they concealed. For a brief second, I thought she was going to stop and tease me some more, but to my relief, she kept pushing them down and when they passed her thighs, they fell to the floor at her feet.

Karen was standing over me still, stark naked in her living room. She let me enjoy the full picture for a few seconds, then reached down and cupped her hand over her opening once more. My eyes were glued to that spot, and because of the angle, I could see her middle finger slide between her lips and then dip into her pussy-once, twice, three times. After that, she raised her hand to her lips and they wrapped around the glistening digit. Her eyes closed in pleasure as she tasted herself-I could see her cheeks hollow as she sucked and licked herself clean.

“God, Steve,” she said in a sultry voice. “I may not be an expert, but I think I taste delicious. Do you want to taste me?”

“Hell yes!” I said with some force.

I’m not sure what I expected, but Karen’s next move was amazing. She stepped forward and put one foot on the couch escort bostancı beside me. She swung her knee to the side and ran her fingers through the neatly trimmed curls on her mound, then moved down and held herself open for me.

“Lick my pussy, Steve…lick my pussy and suck my clit and make me come!”

I scooted forward a bit and Karen moved her leg over my shoulder, holding onto me for balance. I dipped my head and gave her one long lick from bottom to top, moaning softly as her sweet, tangy flavor filled my senses. With more urgency, I grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her toward my tongue, driving it deep inside her over and over again.

“That’s it…” she moaned above me. “Fuck me with your tongue!”

Knowing just what she wanted now, I let my nose bump against her clit while my tongue jabbed between her labia and explored her deepest recesses. Her fingers twined in my hair and held me in place, and I could feel her body starting to shiver already.

I wanted to stretch this out, though-getting my imaginary money’s worth!-and so I stopped what I was doing. Karen groaned in displeasure and then gasped when I slid two fingers inside her. To add some serious stimulation, I had crossed my index and middle fingers, and the different thickness seemed to hit all the right spots as I pumped them in and out of her, rotating gently within her.

After giving her a chance to get used to this new development, I leaned back in. My tongue passed lightly across her clit and she gasped again, thrusting her hips toward me. I decided to finish her off quickly and so I zoned in tightly, sucking gently while I flicked my tongue repeatedly over her most sensitive spot.

Barely a minute later, Karen was humping my face frantically while I lashed mercilessly at her clit and drilled her with my fingers. She began a murmured crescendo of “yes…yes…yes!” and her fingers tightened in my hair, telling me she was close. I sucked as hard as I could, groaning with my desire to make her come, and I think the vibration of that sound was what did it.

One final “YES!” exploded from her mouth, and Karen’s orgasm raced outward from her clit to envelop every part of her. Her whole body spasmed, and I had to use my free hand to hold her upright. Her heel jabbed into my back as she tightened her leg around me. She grabbed my head and held me hard against her. Her stomach and legs twitched spasmodically, and her pussy clamped down in a fluttering rhythm around my probing fingers. I left her clit alone when her orgasm hit, but I licked everything I could reach, tasting a fresh outpouring of her nectar.

When she finally stopped shuddering, Karen removed her knee from my shoulder and sank down onto my lap. My arms went around her and she turned her lovely face up to mine, our lips meeting in a long kiss that let us share her taste back and forth as her body relaxed once again.

“That was so fucking amazing!” she said quietly against my lips. In the dim light, I could feel her smiling as she paused to make that statement and then came back in to kiss me again, putting both passion and gratitude into her wordless communication. I could have stayed like that forever, lost in the feeling of her naked form in my arms and her darting tongue playing with mine.

Karen began to disengage, however, and I could almost see her thought processes happening as she remembered where she was and what role she was playing that night.

“Now it’s my turn to make you feel good, Steve…are you ready for that? I’m here to do whatever you want, especially after you made me cum so hard!”

I nodded, and with one graceful motion, she slid off my lap and onto her knees between my legs. Her hands tugged once again at my jeans, and this time, she pulled them all the way off. My boxer briefs followed quickly, and while she was doing that, I shucked my shirt off and leaned back against the cool leather of the cushions.

Karen’s hand wrapped for the first time around my aching cock. Her fingers were cool on my shaft, and she used her thumb to delicately spread the copious precum around the head.

“I’m going to suck your cock, Steve…I’m going to suck your cock like your wife never does anymore. You don’t have to do anything…you just have to lay back and let me take care of you.”

I nodded dumbly, my mouth dry with anticipation.

“There’s only one thing, though…you have to decide where to cum. I don’t know if we have enough time to do both, so you can let me finish you off like this, or you can tell me that you want to fuck and I’ll climb into your lap and ride you until you cum inside me, okay?”

“I’ll let you know!” I said thickly.

Karen smiled at me, then lowered her eyes to her work. First, she took a tighter grip around the base of my cock, causing it to throb and harden even more. Her other hand came up to cradle my balls,and she began a gentle rolling motion there as well. Finally, she bowed her head and took just the tip into her mouth, sucking softly and letting her tongue swab the sensitive underside. After a moment, she tugged me down to a better angle and began to bob up and down slightly, taking in a bit more with each descent. All the while, she maintained a steady suction. At the top of each stroke, she swirled her tongue around once and then descended.

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This is a true story… My wife and I are both in our late 30’s.

It started out with my wife and I deciding to go to a special showing of a movie at a local playhouse. As there was assigned seating, we proceeded to our seats. As we approached our row I was surprised to see my next door neighbor Stacy and her daughter Heather seated in our row.

They have been our neighbors long enough for me to have watched Heather grow from a young teen to a beautiful, young woman. Heather is in her early 20’s, about 5’5″ with black hair and was wearing a casual dress which came up to her knees, showing off her bare legs nicely. Her mom was also wearing a dress which appeared to be knee-high. She is nearing 40, also with black hair and a body which was simply an older version of her daughter’s… nice breasts, shapely legs and come fuck me eyes. I let my wife enter the row first and followed her to my seat which was to the right of Heather. As I sat down we both said our hellos, saying how surprised we were to run into each other.

The movie started and about half-way through I noticed my left leg had brushed up against Heather’s knee. Seating was a little tight so I repositioned myself away from her leg.

A few minutes later, again I felt my leg brushing her knee. I could see Heather was sitting with her legs crossed and I could feel the warmth of her skin through my pants.

As I began to move my leg away again, I felt a hand grab my left leg and move bostancı escort bayan it up beside her right knee. It was Heather’s right hand and she had just grabbed my left knee and placed it right next to hers.

I thought I was dreaming. I looked to my right and saw my wife was thoroughly involved in the movie. Casually I placed my left hand on my left leg, covering Heather’s hand. I guess I felt I had to hide her hand from my wife’s view. Heather immediately took her hand off my leg.

I thought “oh shit” Heather must have thought I grabbed her hand but the next thing I knew, she grabbed my hand, lifted it off my own leg and placed it underneath her dress covering her right knee.

I thought I was going to cum right then and there. Here was the daughter of my neighbor who had never in the past said anything to me other than passing hellos, now placing my hand on her uncrossed right knee. I couldn’t help but look over to see her cover both of our hands with her dress. I felt her move my hand slowly up her leg, feeling the warmness of her bare thighs. It felt like heaven… smooth, soft and forbidden. I squirmed in my seat slightly, as my ever growing hard on forced me to re-adjust my position.

I checked my wife again, seeing she hadn’t noticed my distraction.

My hand was now being led from Heather’s thigh to her crotch where I felt a smooth, silky material which felt very warm and possibly moist? I felt her move aside ümraniye escort her panties feeling course hair, moist lips and warm female juices flow from inside her to my hand.

Heather made sure my hand was properly coated by scooting in her seat. She was looking straight ahead, giving no visible indication to anyone, including her mom, of what she was doing. Or so I thought.

I snuck a glance to my left again and again was shocked to see Heather’s left hand under her mom’s dress, apparently doing the same thing to her mom that she was allowing me to do to her.

I did a double-take and just continued to stare at what was developing before my eyes. Here was my neighbor’s daughter letting me feel-her-up while she was in fact feeling up her own mother, who obviously was enjoying it all as I could see her mom’s head back in her seat with her eyes closed.

It was too much for me to handle and I felt my self ejaculate into my underwear through to my pants! Even in the darkened theater, I could see my cum stained pants but didn’t care much at the time.

I looked over to see Heather take her left hand out from under her mom’s dress. She then looked over to me and smiling, placed her fingers up to her nose, smelling them. She smiled even more, looked straight at me and then placed her fingers under my nose for me to smell. They smelled musky but very pleasant. She then placed one finger on my lips and forced me to open my mouth slightly. kartal escort She then placed another finger inside my mouth which I eagerly licked.

She then removed her left hand from my mouth, and took my right hand from her pussy and placed it up to her mouth. Quietly she licked one of my fingers with her tongue and then placed my fingers on my lips. I could smell her light, musky aroma and feel the wetness from her pussy on my hand. I quickly licked off her remaining cum from my own fingers.

She pulled her dress down and I could see her mother’s dress was also back to her knees.

Thinking things done, I looked to my right and saw my wife was still engrossed in the film. How I hadn’t gotten caught was surprising but Heather wasn’t through yet.

With a wicked smile on her face, she slowly placed her right hand on my lap, where my cum had seeped through my pants. She rubbed her small hand over the wet area and after getting enough cum from my pants on her fingers, moved her two fingers back and forth with my stickiness and placed her hand to her mouth. I saw her lick her fingers, then Heather placed her fingers onto her mom’s lips. Stacy licked her daughter’s fingers clean. Heather and her mom went back to watching the movie and I sat there, cum-stains and all wondering what the hell just happened to me. Since that night, we have gone back to our “polite hellos” to each other but they both seem to smile a lot more than they used to.

My wife, after the movie asked me what I thought of the movie. I said it was okay and actually had fallen asleep during it. I’m not sure if she believed me or not… I wonder…? Leaving the theater, she didn’t notice I carried my jacket in front of me rather that wearing it.

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All Characters are 18 or older. All places and characters are fictional. This is my first ever story I was bored and reading up at night. So I decided to write my own short story. If there is any errors please let me know.

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My name is Brandon Clark, I am 21 years old. I’m decently built but no body builder down below I’m just above 7 inches not too big but certainly not small. I have Brown hair and dark skinned hispanic. My girlfriend Abby and I had just moved to Rockafellow, New York. It was a small town and rural. We were not too far from NYC which was great because Abby worked as a nurse at a hospital in the city. I worked at a local restaurant in town the pay was decent and it was nice how I got to see the pretty girls that walked in. One day after work on a Friday Abby asked me If I wanted to go to a club near her work I agreed because I wanted to let loose and just relax. Well not only that Abby was a real party girl and whenever she got juiced up at a bar we would go home and she would fuck me senseless. When we arrived at the place loud drill music was playing and it was packed with people.

“I’m gonna go get a table get some drinks!” Abby practically yelled since it was so loud.

“Ok I got you I will be right back!” I replied over the noise.

I went to the bar and paid for the drinks as I was coming back I could see Abby mingling among other party goers. I stopped for a minute and stared at her. She was 22 and was 5’7 her dirty blonde was long and she had medium sized tits. Her ass was pretty big for a white girl and she had toned legs because she used to play soccer. She had the lips of Kylie Jenner and they felt real good when they were on your shaft.

“Hey get over I wanna fucked up!” She brought me out of my daze and called me over.

Abby kissed my cheek and grabbed a drink. After a while she got messed up bostancı escort bayan and started moving funny so I decided it was time to go home. I was fine to drive because I mostly drank water. I was not much of a drinker although I would occasionally smoke weed if I was stressed.

“Brandon I want it now” she slurred.

“Want what?” I said knowing what she wanted.

“You know.” She whispered in my ear.

She started nibbling on my ear and her hand reached for my dick. I wanted her but I was driving and I didn’t want to crash.

“Abby we can do it when we can get home I’m driving Babe.” I said trying to resist.

“Fine it will be quick.” She said as her hands were being used to unzip me.

“Abby you better-.” I couldn’t finish the sentence she had just put her lips around my dick.

“Fuck.” I mumbled.

Abby used her tongue and was licking me all over. She bobbed her head up and down and had her hands around my dick as she sucked. I felt like I should pull over but I just wanted to get home and fuck her hard. Abby started licking my head and I couldn’t hold it any more. Without warning I shot my load right into her mouth. It caught her off guard but she started licking it all up. She tried to kiss me after but I don’t kiss girls who just blew me. When we pulled up in the driveway. Abby rushed to the door and told me to open it. I hope no one saw us because I never tucked my dick back in my jeans. Abby ran up to the bedroom and I knew what was coming. When I got up she pushed me on the bed and started taking off her shirt. I pulled off mine too as I watched. Abby put her hand on the back of my head and forced it to her chest. I grabbed her tits as I said before they weren’t big but they were a good handful. I started licking her breasts and I could feel myself getting hard again. She took off her black ümraniye escort bra and I took her nipple in my mouth. I loved having her tits in my mouth. I licked all over and then moved to her other tit. I nibbled on her nipple and she started moaning. As I sucked on her tit slid my fingers in her leggings and started fingering her pussy. I put three fingers in and watched as she started looking up and moaning. I took her tit out of my mouth and started helping her out of her leggings. I took off my jeans and watched her. Sexy and willing. I started play around and licking her legs.

“Stop teasing me.” She whispered as she shoved my face into her shaved pussy.

I started licking all over and slipped my finger deep in her. I stood up and checked the box of condoms hidden in my dresser. I put it on and looked her at her waiting patiently on the bed. I entered her pussy and she put a pillow over her face. I started getting a rhythm and I could hear my balls slapping as I went in and out. I grabbed her tits and held on as I fucked her. She wrapped her legs around my shoulders preventing me from escaping even though that wouldn’t happen. I was getting close to cumming. I felt her pussy get really wet and then I realized she came. As I went in extra deep I heard Abby scream.

“Oh you fuck me so good.” She said panting.

It felt good hearing her say that because I was about to cum.

“It’s coming” I said grunting.

“I want it on my face right now” Abby ordered.

She was crazy about that personally I thought it was kind of slutty but I didn’t deny her. I took her legs off my shoulder and took my condom off. She started jerking me off and I came shortly after that. She started licking her lips and tits. I started getting hard at the display she was putting on.

“You wanna go again.” she said smiling.

“Let’s kartal escort go” I said willingly.

“I wanna ride.” Abby said.

“Ok cowgirl.” I chuckled.

I laid down on the bed and Abby started squatting over my dick. She grabbed my dick and put it in her. She sat down and placed her hands on the pillow next to my face. I grabbed her tits and squeezed them. She starting riding me and I could hear a slapping noise. It was that noise you hear in pornos where you see some girl get railed. I got up a little and placed my mouth on her tit and sucked on it while she was bouncing.

“Don’t let go.” She moaned.

I didn’t plan on letting go and continued to suck on her. She forced my head to her breast and I could feel her coming she started to slow down.

“Don’t stop!” I almost yelled I was so close to coming again.

She continued riding and I switched to her other tit. I was in pure heaven and I knew it. Right after I let go of her tit I came. I laid down next to her panting.

“You want me to clean you off.” She said smiling.

“Yup.” I said wondering if I could go on any longer.

She licked her lips and kissed the tip of my dick. She then started licking it all over from the balls to the tip.

“You know what.” I said.

“What?” she asked as she kept her tongue on my balls and looked me in the eyes.

“I think you can clean me better in the shower” I said hoping I would get a quick BJ in the shower.

She smiled and grabbed my hand and we started walking towards the shower. She got the water running and I spanked her ass as she walked in. When we got in she dropped to her knees and started sucking me. I grabbed her hair and held it as she looked me in the eye while she blew me. She started moving her tongue all around the tip and I couldn’t hold any longer. I came into her mouth and watched her down it all. After the shower we brushed are teeth. After that we went downstairs and watched TV on the couch. We started making out for a bit and then she fell asleep on my shoulder. I watched her rest for a little bit then I turned off the TV and dozed off.

The End.

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Two months after I turned eighteen, my father died in a plane crash. He was flying his private jet to his west coast headquarters when the plane went down. He had divorced my mother years before when she became a total slut, and he got full custody of me. She disappeared from our lives, and I was raised by a series of nannies, maids and others who always took good care of me. My father spoiled me in every way, maybe to make up for the fact that he was never there. My room was like a palace. I had all the best gaming equipment, stereo, and a computer system that I had custom built. The old man also had good taste in women, and had married a former model who was only ten years older than me. One thing about my dad though, was that he was pretty possessive and very macho and he kept Jennifer to himself. She and I kept out of each other’s way around the house, and after he died I didn’t see her until the day we had to go sit in the lawyer’s office and hear the will being read. She was definitely torn up by his death and spent days crying in her room at the other end of the house. I didn’t see her for days at a time and when I did she was a wreck.

Dad had left an estate of more than $20 million, with so many stipulations the lawyer had made himself a chart. What caught my attention was the way the old man provided for Jennifer while controlling her at the same time. I guess after mom screwed around on him he wasn’t going to have it happen again, even if he was dead. Of course they had a prenup agreement, but he had made sure she wasn’t going to run off with his money or screw me out of mine. My money, except for five grand a month and future college expenses, was tied up until my twenty-fifth birthday. Jennifer’s money on the other hand, had strings and conditions. For one thing, she had to stay in the house and look after me until I turned 21. She could keep or let the house staff go but she was responsible for seeing that I got off to college, etc. etc. For another, if she wanted her share, she was not allowed to re-marry until I left, had to be in the house every night, no overnight guests, and on and on. It looked like she was going to have to either live a nun’s life for six years, or get her jollies during the day while I was at school. The final insult was that I could make monthly reports to the lawyer on her behavior, which could influence her share and cut her monthly allowance.

On the way out the door, she said to me,” I’ll make you a deal, you stick to your business, and let me do mine, and we’ll get along just fine.”

“If you think I’m not going to report back on you, you guessed wrong, baby. The old man expected you to stick around and earn your money, and if you start screwing around, I’ll nail you.”

She turned to me, “I took good care of your father. In every way. I loved him more than you’ll ever know and you have no idea how much I’m going to miss him.”

As she walked to the limo I couldn’t help but notice her figure. Her upper body was too covered to see, but she had a great ass, and just watching her walk to the car gave me a hard-on. I guess I missed him too, but he was hardly ever there anyway, and I was a typical self-centered rich-kid teenager.

When I got home, I did what I did most days after school. Went to my room, locked the door, turned on my computer, stripped naked and relaxed into my big desk chair as the screen warmed up. I loved porn. I was a total addict, and if it weren’t for my tutors, I probably would have flunked out of school a long time before. I had a fast CD burner, a collection of porno DVD’s I could watch on my TV or computer, and every day I collected what I could from the Internet forums and porn sites. I especially loved facial shots-guys coming in girls faces or even better, in their mouths. I had a collection of more than five gigs of nothing but facials and mouth shots. I would jerk my cock for hours watching my favorite shots. Since I wasn’t circumcised, I never had the problem of getting lube all over the mouse or keyboard, but when I really wanted to grease up my cock and have at it, I would queue up on of the facials CD’s I had burned, pop on my headphones and pour massage oil all over my cock. I let it dribble in and around my foreskin and would pour it on my chest and nipples and try to time my cumshot with one from the movie. The best ones were the ones where the guy would come in her mouth and then she would look in the camera and drool the cum out of her mouth onto her tits, or into another girls mouth. I would stroke my cock with one hand and play with my nipples with the other. After hours of making myself hold off, I would shoot cum up over the top of my head and all over my chest and stomach. On the weekend, sometimes I would spend the whole day locked in my room, watching porn, putting facial after facial together, and torturing myself-not cumming until I couldn’t stand it any more. Those days I usually fell asleep in my big chair, bostancı escort bayan and would often wake up and jerk off again, using the cum that was drying on my chest to stroke my cock to another mind-numbing orgasm.

I had disks of brunettes eating cum, blondes eating cum, redheads feeding cum to brunettes, amateur housewives staring into the camera while they drooled cum into a glass and then drank it. I had a whole CD of women eating cum out of condoms, unrolling the condom off the guy’s prick after they had sucked him off through the condom and then looking at the camera while they squeezed the cum from the condom into their mouth. I had a somewhat smaller collection of women squatting over other women’s faces and squeezing cum out of their cunts into the other woman’s mouth. Sometimes they would share the cum back and forth, swishing it around in their mouths with their spit and then drooling it back and forth until one of them swallowed.

I loved the throat-fucking videos that started coming out. Guys grabbing bimbos by the ears or hair and forcing their cocks down their throats. The girls would gag and choke and sometimes even puke. I didn’t care for the puking scenes but some of the girls would get huge stringers of drool worked up and let it drip from their mouths to the guy’s cock, or from his cock to the floor. The best of them would let it drip down their bodies, running off their nipples down their bellies to their cunts, dripping all over their arms and legs, rubbing their faces in it till they were completely covered in pre-cum and saliva. The longer the movie, the better the chance the guy was going to shoot a big load. Some of these guys would just dribble out a little cum after fucking the girl’s mouth for over an hour. Jesus! Couldn’t they hold off a day or two to build up a decent load for the movie? What a waste! The best movies would end with the guy shooting a huge load right into the girl’s mouth, mixing with all that saliva and pre-cum she had mixing there. More than once I lost it watching a girl looking into the camera playing with a huge mouthful of come, smiling, gargling with it, rolling it around in her mouth and really enjoying it before swallowing it, or if the cum-gods were good to me, drooling it out of her mouth, down her chin, and onto her tits.

Another favorite series of mine was the Barely Legal series from Hustler. The stories were usually really cheesy, but there was something irresistible about these young looking girls, girls not much older than me, making it with these guys, willing to be naked and dirty on video. A lot of the scenes showed the girls pissing, which for some reason turned me on. In one, a girl is squatting on the ground pissing while she sucks some guys dick. The first time I saw that scene I forgot my routine and came all over myself, way before the cumshot. Not many of the movies had great gooey cumshots or much in the way of drooling, but I still loved them because they made me look at my classmates and fantasize about giving them the same treatment.

Two of my other favorites from the professional side were Max and Rodney. I loved Max for his early movies that focused on throat fucking and drooling. He had a way of setting up the camera below the girls with a sheet of glass between them so they could drool and drool and you could watch the stringers trail from their mouths as they sucked his cock. He shot a pretty good load too and would often get them to play with it and look at the camera. Some of his movies got weird and biological after a while, using speculums and peering into vaginas and poking around like he was some kind of kid playing doctor. Those scenes didn’t do anything for me, but he pissed in some girls’ mouths before or after shooting his cum into their mouths, and I found that especially cool. I tried drinking my own piss a few times, and actually pissed on myself in my chair a few times to get the dried cum wet enough to jerk off again. But I wasn’t much of a piss freak and just found it an additional turn-on to a good cum-play movie.

Rodney was the everyman of porn, a guy who looked like he had never worked out in his life, but who had a big dick and shot a great load. I think he made most of his movies with me in mind, because in scene after scene he got the camera just right to show his cumshot going into a girl’s mouth. He didn’t cut away after the shot, but would get the girl to either drool it out or swallow it. He had several movies with snowballing scenes-one of my favorites was a scene where he shot his cum into this brunette’s mouth and then filmed her from two different angles, walking over to this blond chick and slowly drooling the cum into her mouth. You got to see the whole scene from one angle before the scene starts all over with a second camera and the same scene from another angle. There are good scenes of women drinking cum from glasses and cups, and one really great ümraniye escort long scene where this chick sucks his dick with so much drool that she fills up a bowl on the floor. After he comes on her face, she lets it drool into the bowl and then pours the whole thing on her face. Outstanding! Some of Rodney’s chicks are downright ugly, but with good editing skills and digital technology, I skipped my way past the hairy ugly ones and saved my own sets of juicy, gooey, cumshots.

There were other stars that could do a good cumshot now and then. Peter North always shot a big load but mostly he just messed up a girl’s face. Every now and then he would deliver one of his major loads into a girl’s mouth and she would let it flow out. He shot enough that they could swallow some, drool some and there would still be some left over.

I had collections of amateur movies with some amazing cumshots. Some of these girls were really hot and didn’t try so much to perform for the camera as to act out the cum fantasies for their lucky boyfriends. A girl named Amber was really into cum play and would drip, drool and slurp cum while looking straight into the camera. Another shot she did a few times that I really liked was to let her guy cum right in her mouth and then slowly drip the cum out around his cock head. She did some very hot scenes of smoking a cigarette or cigar while she was sucking off her man. She would blow smoke on his cock before sucking it into her mouth and after he came in her mouth she would blow out a little smoke as she drooled his cum onto her tits. Excellent! A deepthroat queen named Heather would let her guy start coming into her open mouth so you could see him cumming and then plunge her face onto his cock so you knew he was cumming straight down her throat.

Some girls did really great handjobs, greasing up the guy’s cock really good and stroking him off. A lot of times they would make the guy cum on his own chest but some of them were sexy enough to jerk the guy right into their own face or mouth. I was especially hot for this girl named Nikki, a big titted Canadian blonde with a real penchant for drooling. She never seemed too thrilled about playing with the cum, but she was a good sport, good enough anyway to let her guy cum all over her face or in her mouth and then drip the cum onto her tits and drool big gobs of cum onto her nipples. She was beautiful enough to make up for her lack of real enthusiasm for cum, and I must say I shot a lot of cum watching Nikki drool spit and cum onto those big tits off hers. Her cameraman had the sense to catch a lot of shots of the cum hanging from her big nipples and slowly dripping off onto her thighs.

The gang bang and bukkake movies never did a lot for me. The girls certainly got covered in cum but mostly the movies seemed about the guys and the crowd scene and weren’t very erotic. A few of the girls knew how to put on a show and drank whole bowls full of cum or let guy after guy cum in their mouths until their mouths were overflowing. The Germans had some pretty good flicks in this genre, girls on tarps getting shot after shot of cum in their mouths, dripping onto the tarp or into another girls mouth. Getting pissed on at the same time another guy was cumming in their mouths; saving up plates, cups and bowls full of jizz for the girls to drink. A lot of the guys were uncut too, which gave me a rush watching them do it and imagining it was me doing it.

I never imagined that these things would or could happen to me. It wasn’t that I was unpopular or geeky. I was five-ten and in good shape. It didn’t hurt that I was rich either. I just knew at my age that no high school girl was going to do these things for me when I couldn’t get them to do more than jerk me off in my car. Some of them were good at it, and knowing that my dad was rich and I had money made some of them work hard. A couple of them would suck my dick for me. Karen, an eighteen-year-old blond with short hair, was pretty good at sucking my dick, but she wouldn’t put on a show for me, and always spit my cum into a Kleenex. She was unwilling to try any deep-throating, and she thought drooling on my cock was gross. A bad blow job is better than no blow job, but I would always ask her to at least let me see the cum dripping into the Kleenex. She called me a pervert and refused to do it. Another girl, Liz, also eighteen, was an Italian girl with nice little tits and a fabulous ass. She loved to jerk me off on the way home from the movies or dinner. She would unzip my pants and lean over in the front seat to watch my cock as she jerked me off. She loved my foreskin and would play with it forever, sliding it back and seeing how far over the end of my cock she could pull it as my cock got harder and harder. She would take her finger and spread pre-cum all over my cock head and then pull the foreskin up and slide her finger inside to tease me. It was intense, but I couldn’t get kartal escort her to do the same with her tongue and she wouldn’t take any risks-jerking me off in the movie or under the table at dinner. I tried to get her to play with my cum and jerk me off into a cup or a condom, but she loved to watch me shoot the cum out as far as it would go, and would either make me shoot all over the dashboard or up my chest, seeing if she could get me to come in my own face, which usually I would. Sometimes she would torture me, stroking so slowly that the cum would just run out all over her hand and down into my pubic hair. I didn’t care. I loved the feeling of cum and would just let it stay there, pulling up my pants and walking through the front door with cum dripping down my balls. I would always stop and talk to my step-mom, Jennifer, getting an extra thrill feeling the cum drip down my balls.

But back to the high school girls. They were timid and afraid to go bold on my cock. I stayed away from the really slutty girls because I was afraid of AIDS or herpes, and the rest of them like Karen and Liz just couldn’t cut it. Most evenings I would come home from a date, having gotten a mediocre blowjob or hand job and stay up till two or three in the morning, sharing my movie files with others on the net, and jerking my cock until I couldn’t stand it. More mornings than I could count I would wake up in my chair with cum dried all over my chest and a stripper screen-saver playing on my computer in front of me. That’s how I got into trouble with Jennifer.

One night I came home after a night out with Liz. She had played with my dick in the car on the way to the restaurant and got my really turned on, rubbing the pre-cum all around my dickhead and sliding my foreskin back and forth. She never said anything but would just stare at my dick leaking cum all over the place, and slipping her finger under the foreskin to slide it around in the juicy area between my cock and the skin. She zipped me up as we got to the restaurant and wouldn’t even talk about sex or anything sexual while we ate. I unzipped myself and tried to get her to play with my cock, but she threatened to leave me there and walk home if I didn’t behave. I was super horny and wanted her to finish what she started so I zipped up. We took a long walk after supper and made out like crazy in the park for two hours. I was so horny I couldn’t stand it. She actually let me finger her to an orgasm in the park but she wouldn’t even touch my dick, so I dragged her back to my car, knowing it was the only way she was going to satisfy me. Once we were moving she leaned over and took out my cock. She said this was going to be a good one, and got me to undo my pants and drop them around my ankles. There I was, sitting naked from the waist down in the front seat, waiting for this cutie to stroke me. Thank god for cruise control.

She licked her hand while looking into my eyes and slowly stroked her wet hand down my cock, pulling the foreskin back as she went. She stretched my cock which was already fully hard and sticking up its full 8″ from my lap. My cock isn’t too long or fat and I’m not going to lie about it here. It’s about 8″ long when it’s hard, and most girls can get their hands around it. I have a lot of foreskin, so even when I’m fully hard, I can pull the skin up and over the end of my dick. Liz loved it and as she rolled the skin back up, I heard her work up a mouth of spit. I looked down just in time to see her drool a big gob of spit onto the mass of skin she had gathered at the end of my cock. She slowly stroked her hand down, letting the spit mix with my pre-cum and her saliva. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen her do and I almost shot in her face right then and there. I also almost ran off the road and it was the sound of my wheels in the gravel combined with my desire to make this last that kept me from cumming. She let another gob of spit fall on my cock and with my foreskin pulled all the way back, whipped her hand up and down my cock really fast for about thirty seconds with a really light touch. It brought me close, but I have amazing control over my dick and I willed myself not to cum. I wanted this to last all night.

She changed her grip and grabbed my cock hard, stroking it up with all the skin like she was milking it. Of course, that’s just what she was doing, and she had the precum literally running out the head of my cock and all over her hands. She worked fast to gather up the juice and keep it from running onto the seat. Expert that she was, she succeeded and rubbed the precum all over my cock and down onto my balls. She told me to raise up and she reached under me to coat my asshole with the juices. Precum was pouring out of my cock now, and she stroked my with one hand while she spread it with the other, rubbing into my cock, my balls, my pubic hair and down around to my asshole until the whole area was wet and glistening with her spit and my precum. Her hands looked like she had run them under a faucet and they were completely covered with precum, shiny and sticky in the dim car light. Little webs opened and closed between her fingers as she pulled one hand from my cock and replaced it with the other.

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‘Wake up honey.’ I heard Trish’s voice as she gently shook me. I felt one of her hands on my shoulder and the other one was on the inside of my thigh. There was a humming sound in my ears and I realized that I was still on the airplane.

‘We’re going to be landing soon and we need to get dressed.’ Now it was coming back to me. I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was Trish’s smile. She kissed me hello and held my cock in her grip. I looked to my left across the aisle and spotted Melinda and Lucinda standing and dressing in front of their seats. Tom and Dawn were seated and trying to put their things on as well. Tina, our flight attendant appeared at my side, holding my neatly folded shorts and shirt. I smiled up at her and took my clothes.

I stood up and looked around. All of our guests were busy putting themselves back together as the Captain’s voice advised us on the PA that we would be landing in about five minutes. The sight of all the semi-naked bodies reminded me that our flight from Phoenix had been a mile high celebration that we would all remember for years to come.

Once we were all dressed and safely belted into our seats the conversations started up again. Out the window we began to see lights on the ground and the darkness of the ocean off in the distance. The jet descended and touched down softly and we taxied to a stop. Tina was speaking and welcoming us.

‘Welcome to Palm Beach International airport.’ She said. ‘The local time is 9:15PM. I’m quite certain that you all enjoyed our flight and we look forward to serving you again upon completion of your cruise.’

Rita was standing at her side and took the microphone. ‘We’ll be arriving in a few moments at the private hanger. Our luggage will be off loaded and transferred into the limousines that are waiting for us. We’re going to go to Worth Avenue where we can have a bite to eat and maybe dance for a while at Taboo. While we’re eating, the drivers will take our luggage to the yacht and deliver it all to our cabins. Then they’ll return to pick us up and take us to the marina. Does anyone have any questions or special requests?’ I heard Rhonda’s voice behind me. ‘Should we use the bathroom here on the plane or is there one in the hanger?’

‘Good question.’ Rita replied. ‘I understand that there’s a nice lounge in the hanger. It will probably be more spacious than the one on board. But you can use either.’

I sensed that we were all going to have to make that pit stop. I decided to use the hanger.

Once we had deplaned and found our way inside the hanger I knew I had made a good decision. It was large and clean and quite luxurious. I took a seat on the large leather sofa while we waited for everyone to freshen up. Rita sat down beside me.

‘Well, did you enjoy the flight?’ she asked.

‘Very comfortable!’ I answered, ‘The crew was great. I certainly won’t ever forget it! You’ve done a great job so far. If the cruise is this good I may never want to go home!’

Rita patted my leg. ‘I’m sure you’ll enjoy the cruise too. And if we all keep up the pace we’ve started, we’ll have to go home-just to recover!’

We laughed together. The others had all emerged and were gathering in the lounge. We counted heads and determined that it was time to move on. We loaded ourselves into the limos and took off.

The lights of the city were pretty as we drove eastward through West Palm Beach and then across the bridge onto the island of Palm Beach. Rita pointed out Mara Lago on our left, Donald Trump’s estate. We drove up along the ocean past a lot of beautiful old mansions. We turned onto Worth Avenue and the lights of the shops and restaurants brightened our eyes and our spirits. The driver held the doors as we unloaded onto the sidewalk in front of the legendary Taboo.

Rita stepped up to the maitre’d and confirmed our reservation. We were escorted through the crowd to a large table in the rear of the club. The sights and sounds of Palm Beach were well represented at Taboo. The women were all dressed beautifully and wearing lots of sparkling jewelry. The band was playing. The conversations were spirited and we just took it all in as we ordered our dinner and talked about the flight from Phoenix. We all agreed that it was the perfect beginning to an exciting honeymoon bostancı escort bayan journey.

I asked Trish to dance when the band played a slow number. We held each other closely on the crowded dance floor.

‘Rob this is all so amazing!’ she spoke into my ear. ‘I feel so lucky to have you, and to be here with Tracy and Teri and so many of our friends. I never could have dreamed that my wedding and honeymoon would be like this. You have to be the most wonderful man in the world!’

I allowed my ego to swell for a moment before I replied, ‘Don’t say that too loud, because I think there are a lot of women here tonight who are looking for a perfect guy…and probably a few men looking for a perfect gal. And you my dear fit that bill to a tee. I’m the lucky one here. You have changed my life in so many ways, you’ll just never know. But I love you more than anything, and I’ll do everything I can to make everyday of our lives together, as special and as wonderful as these first few days have been. Can you handle the ride?’

Trish just ground her body against me and said, ‘Oh yeah baby! Bring it on!’

I held her ass in the palm of my hand as we finished the dance. Back at the table I felt as if we were all alone in the romance of our evening meal, while the others all chattered and danced and ate. It was comforting to know that even in the crowd, Trish and I could feel alone and at ease, without having to lead or entertain the others.

It was close to midnight when we finished our meal. But with the change in time zones our bodies were still thinking it was ten o’clock. So as we walked back out onto the sidewalks, it was natural for the girls to do a little window shopping. I glanced at Tom and Joe and we all winked in agreement that it was a good thing that the shops were closed. This was one of the most expensive places to shop in the world!

The drivers held the doors as we rounded everyone up and loaded ourselves back into the limos. It was a short drive to the docks on the Intracoastal Waterway and our ship that was tied at the end of the pier.

As we approached the vessel it looked huge! It was clearly one of the largest ships in the dock area. With three decks and over 140 feet long, it was very impressive. A crew of three (two females and one male) greeted us on the dock as we prepared to climb the steps to get on board. The captain was standing at the top of the stairs to assist us with our first steps onto the yacht.

The captain introduced himself as Michael. He was blonde and handsome, probably in his mid thirties. He appeared to be very fit and proper. Once we were all on board he introduced us to the rest of the crew. His first mate, Wendy, was tall and also blonde, well tanned, and beautiful. She wore crisp white short shorts that betrayed the soft curve of her firm ass. Her breasts were hidden beneath the man tailored white blouse but I guessed her to be about a 36 in her bust size. Like Michael, I guessed her to be in her mid thirties, but well preserved. The other two crew members looked a little younger. Pat, the ‘galley queen’, was short and petite. Her dark hair was cut in a boyish style and she looked as if she could pass for a teen age boy if she wanted to. Her hips were slim and her chest was flat under the t-shirt that she wore. And Pete, the fourth member of the crew, looked like he was barely out of his teens. He was tall and slight with blue eyes that sparkled even in the darkness of the evening. It was obvious that Tracy, Tammi, Teri and Amy had all noticed those eyes and they were flirting quietly as we all got acquainted.

Wendy led the way as we began our orientation tour. In the main living area Pete stepped behind the bar and produced a tray with freshly filled champagne glasses. He gave us all the choice of alcohol free bubbly or the potent stuff. Once we all had glasses in our hands, Michael proposed a toast to Trish and me, and to a happy and enjoyable cruise. We all agreed and drank to the good wishes. Wendy continued by taking us outside onto the rear deck. She explained that she would point out more to us tomorrow in the daylight as we reentered and stepped down to the staterooms. Incredibly, she knew all of our names and our assigned cabins as we walked by the doors and we all ümraniye escort stepped inside to survey our quarters. At the end of the hallway, she bid us all a brief farewell. Pat advised us that she had prepared a light snack for us all before we retired for the night and that she would serve it back up in the main dining cabin. We all thanked her and agreed to come back up after we had a chance to arrange our things in our staterooms.

Trish and I were delighted to find that our suitcases had been unpacked and stowed and that all of our things had been neatly put into the drawers and cabinets. Everything was exactly where one would expect it to be. Trish decided that she wanted to change out of her travel clothes before we went back above. She took out a blue satin teddy with white lace trim and put it on.

‘Do you think this is appropriate?’ she asked as she modeled it for me.

‘That depends,’ I answered, ‘on who you want to impress.’ I winked at her and then pulled her close to me. ‘Everyone on board with the exception of the crew has seen you in far less that before. And we’re all going to be wearing mostly nothing for the next week or so, so I guess you can wear whatever you want tonight. And whatever you wear will probably set the tone for everyone else. I love this on you. You look fantastic! But I guess I’m prejudiced; let’s go see what everyone else thinks.’

I kissed her and squeezed her ass through the silky fabric. She responded by pressing her mound against my growing cock. I took her hand and we stepped out of our cabin. I allowed her to go first up the stairs and admired her hot buns from behind as we climbed up to the main deck.

Capt Michael and Wendy greeted us as we entered the dining cabin. Their eyes were glued to Trish as she took their hands.

Wendy smiled brightly and complimented her. ‘I’m glad to see that you’ve become comfortable on board so quickly. I look forward to getting out to sea so that I can get out of these duds too.’

I shook Michael’s hand again and told him how impressed I was with the ship.

‘We’re pleased to be here to serve you.’ He said, ‘But please call me Mike. We like to be as casual as we can once we get going. Here in Palm Beach, I have to maintain a certain decorum, but once we cast off tonight, things will get much more comfortable.’

I told him that I understood, and like him, I was looking forward to the cruise.

Gradually, the rest of the party made their way up. It was interesting to see who had changed clothes, and what they were wearing. Tracy and Tammi had changed into their bed clothes. They wore short boxer panties and loose camisoles. They looked cute together. The twins appeared in fresh low rise jeans and bikini bra tops. I’m amazed at just how low the pant makers have been able to tailor the new designs. But with the twins’ firm bellies, the look is sexy and flattering. Candi and Sue looked like they had taken a queue from Trish. Their satin camis and matching thong panties were sinfully sexy and I noticed Mike and Wendy eying them both. Even I couldn’t resist watching how sexy they looked as they moved about the group. Joe had changed into a t-shirt. Rhonda was wearing a short satin robe that just barely covered her ass. It was tied in the front and I wondered if she had anything on underneath it. I later discovered that she didn’t.

Rita had also changed into bed clothes but she wore a short robe over her pjs. Tom and Dawn had remained in the same clothes that they wore all day, as I had. Carol had changed into a bikini and cover up robe. Jill and Sue Landers came up in athletic shorts and string bikini bra tops. And finally Teri and Amy arrived in their sleep wear. Their boxer shorts and camis looked like Tracy and Tammi’s. We were all still quite awake after such a long day of traveling, so the conversation was lively and everyone was enjoying being close and comfortably undressed and relaxed.

Pat served parfait glasses filled with mango sorbet and a tray of small homemade cookies. Pete took care of the beverages offering everything from champagne refills to coffee or tea or soft drinks. It was becoming clear that this was going to be a sumptuous cruise. I enjoyed watching how easily everyone interacted and how much casual touching was taking place. kartal escort The crew seemed to be tuned into it as well. There was a genuine air of love on board.

Gradually again, the party began to break up. Everyone pretty much left in pairs as they were paired in their cabins with Carol leaving together with Teri and Amy. Finally it was just Rita, Trish, me and Mike and Wendy.

Mike explained that the crew would be up very early to cast off and head out to sea to cross the gulf stream towards our first port of call at Grand Bahama Island. He asked if there was anything special that we needed before we left. We couldn’t think of anything so he bid us goodnight and headed down to his quarters. Rita, Trish and I all stood up and kissed Wendy a quick kiss goodnight. It was telling of how much we had gotten to know each other in such a short time. We descended the steps to our cabin and Rita asked if we were satisfied with our room.

‘Won’t you come inside with us for a while?’ Trish asked.

Rita stepped in and noted the additional space that our cabin provided. As she looked around Trish quickly stepped out of her teddy and took Rita in her arms. She held her and looked into her eyes lustfully.

‘Rita I just want you to know how happy I am with everything that you’ve done for us. I hope you don’t think I’m being too forward, but I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night. Thank you again for everything.’

With that I watched their mouths come together. It was obvious that neither one of them was going to be the first to break the kiss. Their hands began to roam over each other, and as Trish was busy undressing our travel advisor, she pulled her down onto the bed. I stood and unbuttoned my shirt and dropped my shorts in anticipation of being able to join in on what Trish had started. Rita offered no resistance to my wife’s effort to remove her clothing. In moments they were naked together on the bed. Trish held Rita’s firm breast in her hand and pulled at her aroused nipple.

I could see the wetness on Rita’s pussy as she spread her legs before me. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to taste her nectar and so I knelt on the bed and lowered my mouth until my tongue was touching her enlarged clitoris. I heard her sigh with pleasure and took that as a signal to continue. My tongue pushed down and spread her labia until I could push it deep inside her open hole. The moisture increased and the taste was sweet. I felt Trish’s leg cross over my head and then she was straddling Rita. I looked up to see Trish’s wet gash and the tight folds around her ass hole. Now I had choices. But I was determined to help Trish thank Rita for all she had done for us by bringing her to an orgasm. And that was rapidly approaching. The sounds of the two women communicating their enjoyment of each others’ bodies were stimulating to me as well. My cock was stiff and I needed to put it somewhere. I let go of Rita’s clit with my mouth and raised myself up onto the bed.

‘Oh no!’ Rita cried. ‘Please don’t stop!’ I answered her distress by placing the head of my cock at her opening.

‘Oh yes! Fuck me! Yeah! Give it to me please!”

I held Trish’s hips as I pressed myself deep into Rita’s cunt. She was tight but slick and I slipped easily in to the hilt. Trish inched herself forward to allow me deeper penetration into Rita and I began to pump her. My hips were making slapping sounds as I pounded both of these girls with a vigor that I hadn’t felt for a while.

Trish’s ass and pussy was too close and irresistible. I placed my fingers at the two holes and pushed slowly. Trish pushed back against me and in just a few seconds I was diddling her from the inside. Her asshole opened wide and I inserted two fingers while using my thumb on her clit. The excitement was building for us all and I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer. It became impossible when I heard Rita cry that she was cumming. I let go with blasts of cum that shot all the way into her slippery hole. Trish, with her amazing ability to cum whenever she wants, let go too. My fingers were drenched with the cum in her ass and our combined juices spilled all over my groin area. It lasted for over a minute before we all were completely drained of our energy and our jizz.

We rearranged ourselves so that we could all lie on our backs and catch our breath. Rita was stretched out between us and we took turns kissing and laughing. We were tired and it wasn’t long before we all were asleep.

Somewhere in my dreams I heard the sound of the engines humming. We were underway…

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My wife wanted me to drop off some old kid clothes off to a friend of hers before I went to the local bar to watch a ball game with my friends. I reluctantly agreed to take the bags to her friend whom I didn’t know that well.

I arrived at the her friends house it took me a minute to remember what the hell her name was now I remember it was Kelli. I rang the doorbell and a petite brunette around the age of thirty four came to the door. “Hey I’m Carol’s husband Rick and she asked me to bring these clothes by for your daughter.” I explained

“Why thank you” she replied. “Could you be a sweetheart and carry them upstairs for me?”

“Sure” I said.

I carried the box upstairs to her daughters room I don’t know if she was giving me a hint but she mentioned that her husband had taken the kids to the local mall to watch a movie. All the way up the stairs I was appreciative of her tight little ass in her jean shorts and the tank top made her thirty two c breasts look perky.

In her daughters room she had a small step up to get to the upper shelf in the closet she went to move some other boxes of clothes. bostancı escort She reached back for the box of clothes putting the heavy box on the shelf so she could go through it later. That is when all hell broke loose when the box was too heavy for the already overloaded shelf it began to come down. She quickly reached up to grab the shelf before everything could come down.

If she let go some of the things on the shelf and the clothes would be on the hard wood floor. I noticed that some of the stuff on the shelf was breakable so if she dropped it the stuff would be broken. “Can I get a little help here?” she asked “I don’t see why not” I replied.

I stepped forward and was face level with that great ass in those jean shorts. I decided to take my chances and instead of helping her out with the shelf I took advantage of the situation instead.

Slowly I ran my hands up the inside of her thighs to the front of her shorts. She looked down in disbelief that I was not helping her with the shelf. “Please don’t do that, just help me with the shelf “she begged

I ignored her plea completely and began ümraniye escort bayan to undo the button on the shorts and slide the zipper down. Then I slowly pulled them down to her ankles to reveal a tight pair of pink bikini panties. “What are you doing please stop and help dammit” she begged.

Still ignoring her pleas to stop I gently slid down the panties down to her ankles to reveal a great ass. I could smell the muskiness of her pussy as I buried my face against her ass. I brought my hand around and began to caress the sweetening slit of her pussy while running my tongue around her ass cheeks. “Oh please stop , please stop I’m married and this wouuuuuuld be wrrrrrrrrroooooooooooooonnnnnnnnggggg” she moaned aloud as I found her clit with my finger.

I slowly built up the momentum on her clit and I could sense her orgasm was building up. She was now panting and panting heavier as she approached a tense orgasm. “Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shit I’m cumming.” she moaned. Once I brought her to orgasm I took hold of the shelf and brought it gently to the floor without losing anything. She just kartal escort stood there dumbfounded not knowing what to say to what just took place. “Cmon now it’s my turn” I said throwing her like some kind of Viking over my shoulder.

I carried to what looked to be the master bedroom and threw her down on the bed. I pulled down my shorts and took off my t-shirt, my seven inch cock was throbbing to get into that hot little pussy. She without saying a word spread her nice tan legs and I climbed between them. She was very easy to enter for the fact that she was very wet now from my probing.

We fucked in the missionary position with a couple of variations there of for a few minutes then I rolled her over to fuck her doggie style. She very was very willing to get up on all fours as I slid my cock into her she reached underneath and began to fondle my balls. I could not resist while I was pounding her hot pussy to reach down and fondle and tease her asshole. By now I was so over stimulated that I could not take it anymore and shot a huge load of cum into her pussy.

We both collapsed on the bed for a few minutes and then went into the shower to clean up. I left the house after dressing and told her the next time my wife had something to drop off to her I would be more than happy to drop the stuff off to her. She said to call first just to make sure the husband and kids were gone.

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Hello readers, long time no see!

A short chapter, but I’m hoping there won’t be too much of a wait before the next one. If you’re reading this for the series for the first time, I would recommend starting with the first instalment. This chapter will make no sense in isolation. Thanks for reading!

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Orla leaned against the wall by the entrance to the gallery and smoked a cigarette. Some sort of incident was unfolding on the opposite side of the junction. A police van pulled up and the flashing blue lights made her think of Greg.

Everything made her think of Greg.

It had been three whole weeks since that fateful night and she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Gazing out of the bus window on her way to work, during their weekly team meeting, over breakfast, lunch, dinner, when she was supposed to be working. More than once she had to apologise for drifting off during meetings and losing track of the conversation.

Vanessa had tried to broach the subject over the following days but Orla shut her down every time. She had too many mixed up feelings to voice: feelings about him being a police officer, about her own weird behaviour, about betraying Tim -even though it was none of Tim’s business. But that hasn’t prevented him ringing her non stop. It turned out he hadn’t seen her leave with Greg, but he heard about it.

She suspected he’d been talking to her Ma too. She was convinced that Orla was partying too much, drinking too much and what she needed, was to return to the warm fold of her relationship with Tim, to get her back on track before she did something really stupid. He’s always had her mum wrapped around his little finger. Her eyes stung with an unexpected pang of betrayal. She took a drag on her cigarette.

Manipulative wanker.

Maddie joined her, chatting, fumbling in her bag for fags.

“Are you okay? You seem a bit shaken.”

“Yeah I’m fine.” She offered Maddie one of hers.

“Thanks. Are you sure?”

“I’ve had a stressful few weeks.”

“I heard about you and Tim breaking up.”

There was a question in Maddie’s statement, but Orla wasn’t listening.

“Is that Winston?”

Maddie looked behind her, to where Orla pointed. “Yeah, I think it is.”

The man, gesticulating manically on the other side of the junction while two cops tried to frisk him, did look suspiciously like Winston. How come she hadn’t noticed him sooner? She dropped her fag, put it out with her foot and started across the road, and then she stopped. She took her body warmer off and handed it to Maddie, muzzed her hair, and undid the first few buttons of her shirt. She took a deep breath pushed her shoulders back and started walking again

As Orla got closer, she could see the change in his posture, and he was swaying. Winston was her cousins boyfriend. They’d been together for years. He didn’t do things like this. Normally. By the time she’d made it across the busy junction they’d produced a pair of handcuffs. She quickened her step. This felt like a pivotal moment. She was certain if they got those cuffs on Winston, she wouldn’t be able to talk them out of this.

She didn’t even have to say anything, as soon as she stepped into Winston’s line of sight he lurched towards her, catching the two cops off guard, flinging him arms around her.

“Winston whats going on here? Where’s Marie”

“She left me Orla.”

“But why are the police here?”

“I don’t know.” He looked around, suddenly unsure how he’d ended up there. “I think there was a fight.”

“A fight?” Winston didn’t fight. She looked up at the copper holding the pad.

He was half smiling at the scene unfolding before him.

“Was Winston involved in the fight?”

The copper doesn’t speak for a while and then shook his head. “No he wasn’t,

“Then you don’t need to arrest him.”

He’s drunk and behaving in an antisocial manner and he’s on his own.”

“He isn’t on his own any more.”

“He was causing a breach of the peace.”

I’m here now,” she linked her arm with his, Winston was grinning and loudly agreeing.

“Shut up.” Orla hissed. “I can get him home. my car is parked right across the road and I haven’t been drinking” She looked them beseechingly, trying to get just the right mix of assertive and pleading.

Another copper joined them.”Whats going on here?”

“I was booking him for D&D. Then she came along.”

The stripes on his shoulders told her this was the more senior officer. She took a deep breath. “He’s an old friend of mine, this doesn’t normally happen, he’s had a rough night. I’ll take him home, he can crash on my sofa.” The copper looked like he was about to disagree so she carried on talking. “Honestly he’ll be fine, I promise, I’ll take full responsibility.”

Somehow it had worked. She’d managed to convince them to let her take Winston home to sleep it off. With her arm around his waist, they staggered towards her car. She could feel their eyes on her back. It was taking all her strength to keep upright under bostancı escort the weight of his arm, draped over her shoulder. She prayed Winston wouldn’t say or do anything to tempt them to change their minds. What on earth was going on with him?

She looked behind her, while they waited at the crossing. It had transformed into a crime scene. Something serious must have happened. More police had arrived, there was tape everywhere and one of those evidence tents was being erected.

A frantic beeping told her the lights had changed.

“lets get you home Winston”

*

The first thing Greg did after he got out the car was ask for an update. Another stabbing, in the town centre. He left London to get away from this.

“Two caucasian males, and one male of Afro-Carribian origin, have been arrested. A fourth man has been taken to A&E for injuries to the face and abdomen. We’ve taken the details of two witnesses”

He glanced at a couple leaving the scene. It was her. It was the girl from the club. He was certain of it. He wanted to go and check she was okay, she looked like she was in trouble. The guys she was with could hardly walk as they struggled to cross the road. He took a step towards them. When they’d nearly reached the other side, another girl met them.

‘What about those two?’ he nodded at the car they’ve just reached.

“He wasn’t involved, didn’t see anything, but he’s pissed as a fart. We were about to do him for drunk and disorderly, but she showed up, promised to look after him.”

“What’s her name?”

“We didn’t get her details but he called her Orla I think.”

“Is he her boyfriend?”

“I don’t think so.” The officer frowned and Greg knew he would illicit suspicion if he asked anymore.

*

An audience of onlookers had gathered the other side of the road. With some difficulty, Orla dug her keys out of her pocket and handed them to the other girl. When the back seat was open she pushed the guy in. He looked like he was already passing out.

She opened the drivers door and glanced back at the crossing. She noticed him watching her immediately. Time seemed to slow down as they both gazed at each other, separated only by the road and cars zooming by.

What was a vague memory of a drunken late-night fumble is now replaying in his head in full technicolour glory, and he was craving her touch, with a silent fervour that defied all rational thought. He needed to get his hormones in order. This wasn’t the function room of The Duke. He was at work, investigating a serious crime. A lorry passed, cutting off his view and he snapped out of it. When he could see across the road again, she was in her car.

He didn’t want to let her go, but he couldn’t stop her. She hadn’t broken any laws.

“Shall we breathalyse her Sarg?”

He nodded his head slowly. It was a good excuse to detain her for a little bit longer, get a better look, but he doubted she would appreciated it.

“Sarg?”

“Yeah go on then, do it quickly though.” He knew he was abusing his position. But he wasn’t quite stepping outside of the realms of propriety. It was perfectly reasonable to breathalyse someone getting into a car at quarter to eleven on a Saturday night. And statistically speaking if the passenger was visibly drunk, the driver was likely to be over the limit too.

Her tail lights went on. As his two officers started towards her car, the tail lights went off again. He smiled. Good girl, she’d seen them. Paul approached the driver door, Greg couldn’t hear what was being said, but he could imagine the conversation, he’s had it often enough himself. She got out of the car, and breathed into the proffered breathalyser. He didn’t think it was possible for her look anymore furious, but when they made her do the test a second time she managed.

His radio crackled and burst into life. “She’s had a drink Sarg but she’s not over the limit.” He hadn’t thought this through. She was staring him with her hands on her hips, face like thunder. He wanted to go over there and chase away her scowl with his lips and he didn’t like the idea of her anywhere, with any alcohol in her system.

“Okay, let them go.” He said eventually. He managed to hold back from ordering them to tail her home.

*

Much later, back at the station, when he’d finished with the paper work, his thoughts wandered back to Orla. It was 2am and he was tired. He should’ve just gone home to get some kip. Instead he took out his pad and ran her reg number through the system. She didn’t have a criminal record but she was part of a mass arrest at a protest a year ago. She was taken Kilburn station. He had been the desk sergeant on duty that night.

He closed his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose, as the events of that night came crashing back. He remembered her now. Her hair had been longer. Her arresting officer was that berk Neilson. He thought she was a bit of alright then but he was better able to ignore the attraction while he was on the job. And she didn’t look as ümraniye escort bayan cute in the standard issue paper suit and black pumps. She was released without charge, they all were, after being held for almost 24 hours. He scowled at the memory. Fucking right fiasco the whole thing. A complete waste of police time and resources.

On the screen on front of him is her full name and age, her address, or at least where she lived a year ago. Quite near him, just round the corner in fact. It was amazing that he hadn’t run into her in the corner shop or the chippy. Perhaps she’d moved. She worked in that community wildlife project behind the racecourse. He smiled. Of course she did.

He noticed her address had recently been linked to a domestic incident. He felt uneasy about snooping around in her business, but not enough to make him stop doing. He opened the file. A Tim Everston had been kicking up a fuss outside her house one evening a few weeks ago. The neighbours had rung the police. He had no previous. They’d booked him for breach of the peace, but they let him go without charge the next morning. He frowned, he didn’t like the idea of her being involved with someone the neighbours had to call the police on. He checked the mugshot, it definitely wasn’t the guy she was with earlier.

Shaking his head he switched the computer off.

* * *

Three weeks later. Greg was collecting something from the printer when he tuned into the conversation that was happening in the dispatch room.

“That woman from the nature reserve’s been on the phone again.”

The groan that followed seemed to come from everyone in the room.

“We need to send some one out.” Sara continued.

“Not me, I have better things to do.” Dave said.

She’s reported a crime, We have to investigate.”

What was that you said Sara? Greg asked

“Theres been a break sir, at the nature reserve. It’s the second time it’s happened this year.”

“Third.” Paul chipped in

“Is that the place behind the racecourse?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll go.”

Paul and Dave both stopped what they were doing to looked at Greg. Pauls jaw had fallen open.

“But what about…?”

He stood up and grabbed his keys off his desk.

“I’ll go” he said again, in his best ‘this is the end of this conversation’ voice. It didn’t work.

“It’s just a break in, some criminal damage. I doubt anything was even nicked.”

“Yeah, but I should do some grunt work sometimes, I don’t want to loose touch with whats happening on the ground.”

“Okay Sarg.” Paul said, shooting a quizzical look at Dave.

He didn’t sound convinced. It wasn’t all that convincing. But it was none of their business if he wanted to respond to a call. He was up to date on paper work. There was nothing else outstanding. It had been a quiet week.

*

The lady that greeted them when they arrived was the manager of the project.

“Come in. Thank you for getting here so quickly. They’d tried to set fire to some logs in the lower woods. I find it all so terribly upsetting. The young people of today just don’t seem understand how important deciduous woodland is as a habitat. You can’t just set fire to it.” Her voice was rising.

“Can you take me to the location?”

“You need to talk to Orla, it’s her area really.”

Greg heart leapt, and without thinking he said “She’s here?”

“Yes.” The manager narrowed her eyes at him for a moment before she continued. “She’s in the resource centre right now, I’ll take you over.”

“You don’t need to do that.” he said quickly. “Paul, you take statements from these two. I’ll go and find this Orla.”

She was standing in front of an old display board, with her back to him, holding a staple gun. He recognised her immediately. It was the legs, he’d know them a mile off. He could still remember how they felt wrapped around him.

“I was thinking we could concentrate on moths and butterflies this spring, theres a particularly good mix of them in the lower woods this year.”

“I was wondering if we could have a quick chat about the break in actually”

She spun round, “Greg! I- I thought you were Eleanor”

Her face was a picture but he felt gratified that she remembered his name.

“What are you doing here?” She continued, blushing furiously.

“I’m here to investigate the break in. We must stop meeting like this.”

She nodded mutely, with no acknowledgement of his attempt at humour.

He walked forward and stopped in front of her. Closer than polite. Despite the frisson of attraction simmered between them, her lips formed a thin line. He clenches his fists, to stop himself from reaching for her. She wouldn’t look at him. She looked anywhere else.

“How’s your boyfriend?”

“Winston’s not my boyfriend,” She shot a glance at his face and then looked away again. “Not that it’s any of your business.” Her words scraped like sand paper.

He took another step towards her, she was positively squirming but she didn’t kartal escort back away. He knew he was being unprofessional, but he couldn’t help himself. He was enjoying watching her discomfort more than he cared to admit

“He was all over you like a cheap suit.”

“He was drunk.” She replied, she met his eyes again and held his gaze this time, her lips forming a hard angry line. She was standing her ground. Desire flared up in Greg, he felt like it had been doused in petrol. God she was sexy

“So that makes it ok?”

“Like I said, none of your business.” She folded her arms, they almost touched his chest.

“No, I suppose it’s not.”

“And you didn’t have to breathalyse me.”

“I didn’t breathalyse you.”

“It was on your orders. They were letting us go before you showed up.”

It was quarter to eleven on a Saturday night, and you were getting into a car. We both know you can be reckless when you drink. Why shouldn’t I have had you breathalysed? I didn’t want you to wrap your car around a tree. Suddenly there was a flash of something in her eyes, something other than anger. He closed his eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…’

“I don’t drive when I’m over the limit” she replied, through gritted teeth.

“I didn’t know that.”

They stared at each other, as the stony silence unfurled uncomfortably between them. He should apologise. Tell her the truth. Admit that he was desperate to keep her from leaving. But the scent of vanilla and nutmeg surrounded him, interfering with his ability to think. He lifted a hand and reached out his fingers to her jaw, but dropped it to his side again just before he made contact. He clenched his fists to stop himself from doing it again.

He broke the silence first. “Do you think you could tell me about the break in?”

She blinked. “Oh yeah, of course.” Shaking her head she took a step back. “Ask away, what would you like to know?”

She showed him around. They’d tried to light a fire at the base of an ancient tree, trampled all the bluebells and fritillaria, vandalised a bird box. She was far more philosophical about it than her manager had been. And she was clearly passionate about the woodland and her job -which was lucky, it stopped being awkward pretty quickly.

“I think thats how they get in.” They were back outside the resource centre, looking up at a high fence. “But if we use barbed wire they might try anyway, and injure themselves.” Orla said.

“I have my suspicions about who’s behind this, but we can’t nick them, they’re too young.”

She spun round and faced him. “I don’t want them arrested! They’re just kids. They’re probably just bored; they need something to do.”

Greg was impressed. “Most people aren’t so forgiving. They just want them banged up.”

They’d wandered over to the small kitchenette at the back of the resource centre. As Orla made tea, Greg stood in the doorway and admired her legs again.

“Eleanor seems to forget they’re kids,” she continued. “But what can we do? They’ll just keep doing it won’t they?” She was worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. He wanted to kiss her so badly.

He looked around. “Well there is something you could do.”

“What?” She stopped filling the mugs and looked at him, hopeful suddenly. He was pleased, but also apprehensive -he didn’t want his plan to backfire.

“This place, is some kind of classroom right?”

“Yeah, we do projects here, with the kids.”

“What kids? Where do they come from”

“Their parents bring them.”

“Well, do some outreach.”

“D’you mean on the estate?”

“Get them to engage, invest in this place, it they felt some sense of ownership they’d be less likely to…”

“I don’t think Eleanor would go for it.”

“Oh, yeah.” He could see how Eleanor might be tricky.

“But if we had a meeting about it, and you were there. Maybe she would listen to you!”

They watched each other, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to thicken ever so slightly. Again he felt desire bloom in his chest and spread slowly

“Well you’ve got my number.” He said, quickly, before he did something stupid.

She looked away. “Actually I haven’t.”

“Here,” He handed her his card for the second time.

She frowned as she read it. “Detective Chief Inspector Williams?”

*

“Alright sarge!” Paul and Eleanor were standing in the doorway. Greg heaved a sigh of relief; their arrival was a welcome distraction from the awkward question he could see forming on Orla’s face.

Paul raised his eyebrows at Greg, “I hope we’re not interrupting anything.”

Greg stood up, “We’re just finishing up here.” He looked back at Orla “Call me.”

Biting her lip again, she looked down at the card and back at him. She nodded.

“Has the kettle just boiled? Would you like a cup of tea before you go officer?” Eleanor was directing the question at Paul.

“We should be getting back,” Greg told her, before Paul could reply.

*

Orla mentioned Greg’s outreach idea after they’d finished clearing up. As predicted Eleanor wasn’t keen. Maybe it was too soon, maybe she should have left it for a few days, but now she’d broached the subject she had to press on.

“But that’s why we got the lottery funding, to help disadvantaged kids.”

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I parked my blue Camry and mustered my courage. I hate dealing with things like this, as a general rule. I had to get my brakes checked because the car was shaking when I braked hard. No big deal for most people, but I’m introverted and moody; I just wasn’t in the mood for explaining what was going on with my car to some man who would probably look at me like I had no idea what I was talking about, talk down to me, and then extend his hand for my keys, stopping just short of rolling his eyes at my naivete.

Sometimes men at automotive places really have made me feel that way, which is extremely offensive because, most of the time, I know exactly what I’m talking about. I know cars, and I make it my personal business to know any car I own. In fact I hardly ever take a car for maintenance of any kind without already having an idea of what needs to be done to it. I’d say 90% of the time, I’m right. This time was no exception.

I’ll admit I’m stubborn. You know how some people refuse to go to the doctor until they’re on death’s door? I’ll take my car to someone else, but I hate having to do it. I hate when I come across something that I can’t handle myself. I’ve helped change brake pads before, and I know how to bleed brakes… but I didn’t really have the equipment or the time. Part of growing up, I guess, is learning to let other people help you out!

I was wearing a blue and white plaid sundress with a white, lace, cropped, short-sleeve jacket. My feet were clad in delicate, white sandals, and my fingernails and toenails were painted red. My hair was pulled up in a wavy ponytail, and silver hoops filled the holes in each of my earlobes. I carried a blue, fabric purse, slung over my right shoulder. As I walked through the door to Pros’ Auto and Body, I reached up with My left hand to remove huge, “movie-star” sunglasses. I realized then that, if I wanted to look like I knew what I was talking about concerning my car, I had probably not dressed the part.

I looked up toward the desk and met the gaze of the man sitting on a stool behind it. He raised his bushy eyebrows and asked how he could help me. I explained that I needed my brake pads and rotors checked because my car was shaking when I braked hard, especially when braking at high speeds. I was pleased to find that he really listened to me. He nodded as I spoke. He repeated what I’d said back to me to clarify. He said it would take them about 30 minutes to get to my car, and I was glad to wait. I sat down in one of two chairs on either side of a small table stacked high with various magazines.

In the chair opposite mine sat a man wearing a blue Hawaiian shirt, green, khaki shorts and brown, leather sandals. He was balding and had very short, gray hair everywhere except the bald spot. I was surprised when the man behind the desk asked for my keys before even ten minutes had passed and sent someone from the shop out to get my car.

He stood outside the door, and I knew he was smoking, but I couldn’t see him. I could smell him – he was smoking Marlboro Lights. I’d bet anything on it. I’m not a smoker, but I grew up around smokers, and something about that smell has always appealed to me. I think it’s nostalgic.

I watched him as he walked back to the desk when he finished. Sure enough, he carried a pack of Marlboro Lights in his hand. He was wearing jeans and a work shirt with the name of the shop stitched on the left side of his chest, above the pocket. It was dark blue and worn. His jeans were a relaxed fit, and his legs were long. He wore glasses, which smoothed his ruggedness and made him look a little more intellectual. He had a full beard that was once blonde, but quickly growing gray. His hair was blonde as well, also spattered with white and gray. Just above his forehead, his hair was thinning. His skin was tan, and his eyes were so blue that I could see their color from across the room when he looked at me. He wasn’t bad looking at all; I’d guess he was around 55 years old.

After sitting on his stool again, he turned to his computer and began entering information about my car. He verified the make, model and year, and then he asked me if it was LE, XLE… I answered twice, but he couldn’t understand me. I tried again, speaking louder this time and looking straight at him as I spoke. He heard me that time, and he told me that being around loud machines all his life had damaged his hearing. I nodded and indicated that I didn’t mind repeating myself for him.

The man opposite me, who struck me as a man who probably didn’t know how to open the hood of his car, much less his way around beneath it, looked at the man behind the desk and said, “Losing your hearing, huh? Guess you are about a hundred now!” His voice did not convey a manly presence. I’m biased, I know. I’m accustomed to and attracted to rugged, deep-voiced, capable men, usually from the country, who know a thing or two about fixing… well, just about anything. The man behind the desk fit this picture. The man insulting him didn’t! I wanted to speak up and defend bostancı escort him. He didn’t look anywhere near 100 to me; he looked capable and sexy, in his own rugged, weathered way.

Just then a man from the shop, who reminded me of Jerry Garcia, stuck his head inside the door and said, “Hey, Bill…” I don’t really remember what else he said; I just caught that the man behind the desk was named Bill. Bill started to follow him out the door.

As he left he looked at the other man and responded, “No, I’m not quite THAT old yet.” When he turned away from the man and toward the door, his gaze lingered on me just a moment. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d winked, but he didn’t. He walked out the door. When he came back, he had keys for my fellow customer. When he left Bill and I were alone.

I expected Bill to bury himself in busy work at his computer, but instead he looked up toward me. He asked me how I got so many miles on my car, what I did for a living, when I’d start my new job, where I’d just finished school… question after question. He told me about all of the vehicles he owned and which manufacturers he thought made the best automobiles. Foreign makes, he agreed with me – Toyota and Honda. Domestic, he favored Chevrolet. I found myself hanging on his words; I respected his opinion!

Bill excused himself to the restroom just before a new customer walked inside. I honestly wanted the man to leave so he wouldn’t interrupt my conversation with Bill! I told him Bill was in the restroom, and he walked outside to talk to someone else from the shop. I got the idea that he was a regular customer.

I was quite enamored with Bill – his base of knowledge, his way of talking, how he made me feel like he valued my input and opinion. He was a great conversationalist and drew me out of my shell easily. It was awhile before he returned from the restroom, which was a room off of the waiting area, separated from me only by ten feet of space and a metal door.

Finally, I heard him wash his hands, and the door knob turned. I quickly arranged myself. I checked to make sure that I was showing some cleavage but no bra fabric. I flattened the fabric of my skirt against my knees and re-crossed my ankles. I looked down at my phone and pretended to be doing something very important – my fall-back when I’m not quite sure what to do!

Bill walked past me out into the shop, spoke with someone briefly and came back inside. Then he squatted down right beside me. I thought maybe he got so close so he could hear me better; my voice is naturally very soft. I could feel his breath as he spoke to me. His knuckles barely grazed my right knee. Without thinking about it, I held my breath while he began to speak.

He said that he thought I didn’t quite need new rotors yet. They’d probably turn them and give me new brake pads. The left was more worn than the right. He said they’d let him know for sure shortly. The whole time he spoke, I struggled to pay attention. My body wanted me to focus on his nearness, the grazing touch of his rough knuckles, and the light scent of Marlboro mixed with an earthy, yet clean smell – a fragrance uniquely him.

I looked into his very blue eyes while he spoke and wondered if he was thinking about anything besides what he told me about my car. Did thoughts like mine run through his head too? Could he smell the lightly fragrant oil I sprayed on legs after showering? Was he awed by the bright green of my eyes the way I admired his striking blue? Had he noticed that I’d forgotten to breathe?

I nodded, said something appropriate in response, and thanked him. I expected him to rise and return immediately to his desk, but he lingered. “Do you, uh…” He seemed to be struggling for something, anything to say to keep him there beside my legs, at least I secretly hoped that’s what he was doing. “Do you want a lukewarm bottle of water?” A lukewarm bottle of water? Best pick-up line ever.

“Sure, I like water,” I responded. He traipsed back behind his desk, bent forward and grabbed a bottle from behind it, and walked back my way. He wiped his hand on his pants before turning the cap for me. He extended the bottle in one hand and the cap in the other. I reached out and took them both, and when our hands touched, I felt electricity – a tingle running from my brain down my spine to settle in my crotch. I was going to leave a wet spot on this man’s chair when he’d barely touched me, and he was easily old enough to be my father! What had gotten into me?

Instead of returned to his desk, he leaned against the wall by the door to the shop, not five feet from me. He pretended to look out and watch the guys working periodically, but his gaze always returned to me shortly. He asked if I’d planted a garden this year, if I usually did, if I had any other vehicles… He played it cool, continuing to glance between my and the shop.

I knew they were going to be done with my car soon, but I didn’t want to leave Bill. I could have sat there talking to him all day. ümraniye escort bayan While we talked I drained the bottle of water. During a lull in conversation, I realized I really needed to pee. I excused myself, crossed to the restroom and locked myself inside. I quickly dropped my demure, beige panties (definitely not my sexiest) and had a seat. I wondered if Bill sat in the same spot earlier, but I shook my head and pushed that thought aside. I didn’t want to think about him taking a dump!

When I finished I turned to find the tissue so I could wipe, and I found that the roll had two, TWO, tiny little squares left. Wow. I looked for paper towels. No paper towels, just a hand dryer. Drip dry? Strangely at that precise moment, I heard Bill’s voice just outside the door. “You oughta be ready in ten minutes…” Was he talking to me? Awkward… and strange.

I said, “Oh… okay!” And I thought he’d go away, but instead I heard light a knock at the door.

“Lacey?” I guess he remembered my name from the information I’d given him earlier.

I took a deep breath. Really? Was I really having a conversation with him through the door while I sat on the toilet with no tissue? “Yes?” I might have sounded a little perplexed or even annoyed.

“I, uh… There’s not any tissue in there, is there?”

“No,” I responded. “No, there is not.”

“I can get you some but, uh… you’re going to have to unlock the door. I won’t look.”

If I were into conspiracy theories I would think this guy had used all the tissue, given me water hoping I’d have to pee, and then suggested I open the door so he could give me some tissue as some ploy to see me with my panties around my ankles. There was probably a camera behind the mirror above the sink right across from me. I looked in the mirror and raised my eyebrows at my reflection.

Of course, Bill didn’t give me a creepy vibe. He was giving me an I-suck-for-taking-a-shit-and-leaving-this-nice-lady-no-toilet-paper vibe. I found him terribly attractive. He wanted to open the door while I was sitting on the toilet defenseless. Okay, I wasn’t entirely defenseless. I had a knife in my purse. A big knife. Should I take it out? Should I even unlock he door? I couldn’t drip dry now… he’d KNOW!

“Are you the only one out there?” I asked, almost yelling through the door. I really hoped he was the only one out there.

“I am. No one else out here.”

“Alright. I’m going to unlock the door.”

So I unlocked the door, and I expected Bill to just open it a crack and shove some tissue inside. He did that… and then I heard him say, “Be right back. Gotta drain the hose!” Then he was in the bathroom with me. His eyes were closed. He was holding the roll of paper out like an offering. And he was in the bathroom with me. What?!

“Bill?” I barely managed to squeeze his name out. “Why are you… in here?” I said with directness.

“John, who was working on your car, just walked in to tell me it was done as I was opening the door. Then he sat down, and I couldn’t just shove tissue in here with you. I just… I guess I panicked.” Without meaning to he opened his eyes as he uttered the last few words. He looked down at me, and I gasped and drew my hands to my chest, defensively, like an actress in an old movie.

He squeezed his eyes back shut. A few seconds passed, and then I heard John right outside the door. “How much longer you gonna be? I’m about to piss myself out here.” So that’s why John stayed. Great.

I stared up at Bill, panicked, as his eyes popped open and met mine. We could not waltz out of this bathroom together with John out there watching. I looked around. No windows, no ceiling tiles, no other doors. No way to get out of this tiny, little restroom unless be put a hole in the wall… with.. the toilet tank? Bad idea.

“Can I have the tissue, please?” He was still standing there holding onto it, and I’d been to shocked to take it from him.

He handed it over, and I said, “Turn around… Please.”

I took care of my business, pulled up my plain, beige panties (how utterly embarrassing), stood and flushed. “You can look now.”

The restroom was so small that we were elbow-to-elbow while I washed my hands. I caught a glimpse of our reflection in the mirror and realized he was taller than I realized. He had a good foot on me. I think he might have been blushing, but he was too tan to really tell.

I still had no idea what we’d do. John knocked on the door a few times. “You in there, Bill?” Didn’t they have another restroom?! I asked Bill. They did. It wasn’t working. Ugh.

The next thing I knew, Bill turned around and flushed the toilet again. While it was flushing, he turned on the sink, masking the sound of the sink with the flushing of the toilet, and then he started flinging water at the floor in front of the door. He managed to fling enough water quickly enough to make some start to trickle underneath the door. “I might be in here awhile, John. You better run across the kartal escort street to the BP.”

I raised my eyebrows and looked at him. “Clever,” I said approvingly, nodding as I spoke.

“You think so?” Bill winked at me.

John huffed and said, “Alright then.” Then he was gone. And Bill and I were locked in a tiny bathroom by ourselves. It felt like sparks were flying everywhere, and I wondered if he felt it too. He dried the floor with some tissue and then flipped the bathroom fan on – I’m not sure why.

I was starting to get a little suspicious, even if he did seem like a nice guy. “So, how much of this was planned in advance? Did you purposely get yourself shut up in a bathroom with me?”

He looked straight at me and insisted it was an honest mistake. I believed him.

There was no reason we couldn’t both leave then, but we were riveted in place. Neither of us moved a muscle. My breathing felt labored. My face became flushed. I tingled all over my body.

Bill turned away from me finally, and I thought he was going to open the door.

“Wait! Don’t go!” I said.

He turned back toward me. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’m been holding. Then he turned toward the door again. Shit. He thought I was crazy!

Instead of leaving, he turned the lock. He hadn’t locked the door behind him when he came in earlier!

When he turned back to me, something broke loose between us. We finally had permission, though unspoken, from each other to do whatever we wanted behind that locked door. He’d answered my questions – he did want me, perhaps as much as I wanted him.

Bill knelt in front of me on the floor he’d just dried. He lifted my dress and began to slowly lower my very plain panties. “Those… are not my best panties,” I insisted.

“Shh…” Bill responded. “They won’t be on long.”

I stepped out of them when he got them down to my ankles. He’d caressed my legs with his slightly rough fingers throughout the entire journey from my hips to my feet. My breathing was shallow and deliberate. I had to remind myself to keep taking in air! After he’d removed my panties, Bill brought them to his face, sniffed them, groaned heavily, and stuffed them down in the right pocket of his jeans.

“Oh wow…” I said it before I could stop myself.

Bill looked up. “You like that, Lacey?”

I bit my lip and nodded. Bill grabbed a side of my skirt him in each hand and brought his hands to my hips. He gripped me firmly, pulled my body closer to him, and surprised me by actually sniffing between my legs. This time when he groaned, I felt the vibrations of his sound against my mound, and I moaned in response. His groan grew louder, and he pressed his lips closer. My pussy quivered, and I placed my hands on the back of his head, pulling him even closer to me. I just barely moved my hips, rocking my pussy against his face.

He stuck out his tongue, and the next time I rocked against him, it slipped between my lips at their apex and brushed ever-so-slightly against my hardened clit. I thought my legs would go limp and make me fall over right there, but Bill held me firmly in place. I realized he wouldn’t let me fall.

“Spread,” he said, looking up into my eyes from his position against my pussy. I spread my legs as wide as I could comfortably. He dipped his head, ducked between my legs, and I felt his nose, followed by his tongue, glide from my perineum up the length of my slit. My legs shook at the feeling.

When he reached the top of my slit, coated in my juices, his lips closed around my clit, and he sucked at it so gently and teasingly that I thought I would die. I experience such a feeling of pleasure that I couldn’t stand the feeling, and I almost pushed him away. Just when the soft teasing became too much, he latched on firmly and began to suckle my clit, flicking the tip of his tongue.

When I thoughty I was near exploding, he stopped. He licked a few times from my vestibule back up to my clit, flicking his tongue against its tip. I moaned and grabbed his shoulders to steady myself, wondering what he would do to me next.

Bill pressed two of his fingers against my opening and then slid them slowly inside my very wet pussy. He gave my entrance and walls time to stretch wider to accommodate his large fingers. When they were deep inside and completely soaked in my juices, he removed them. Then he looked up at me, straight into my eyes, and moaned as he licked and sucked my cum from one finger, then the other.

I was so moved by his actions that I closed my eyes and whispered his name. “Bill…”

“Yes, Lacey?” I didn’t expect him to respond!

“You’re… amazing.” I smiled down at him.

“So are you… and you have a beautiful smile.”

He looked down again, and his gaze focused on my smooth, recently-shaved vagina. “And this is a beautiful pussy, Ms. Clark.”

“It is? Thank you,” I answered meekly.

“It is!” he replied. Then he growled in his throat as he plunged his tongue back between my labia. He licked around my hole, lapping at my juices. I can’t describe how wonderful it feels to have a man flick his tongue against the soft, sensitive flesh around the edges of the opening to my pussy. My body quivered, and I nearly screamed. I bit my lip instead.

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All over 18 consenting adults. A little bit of everything including some light bdsm and ass play. This is my first submission, so please let me know what you think! Xoxo Bern

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I want to take you out.

I want to send you to a salon/spa during the day. Cancel everything. Just hours of you being pampered, massaged. Your hair done, a brand new dress. Makeup, nails, jewelry. Anything and everything you desire to make you feel like the Queen you truly are.

Then I take you out for a drink at one of those high profile cocktail bars. Everyone sees how fucking gorgeous you are on my arm. Everyone is staring at us – at how perfect you are. We enjoy fancy drinks and flirty conversation. Our hands wander, our tongues dance as we kiss and draw more attention.

Then we get in a cab and head to dinner. I sneak my hand under your dress in the back seat and play with your juicy pussy. Covering your mouth with my other hand, I finger you to an orgasm as you squirm under my hold. I pull my fingers out of you and holding your face firmly in my other hand, I place my fingers in your warm mouth and have you clean them off. Once you suck your juices off my fingers, I give you a firm slap on the cheek and say “Good girl”.

At dinner, I pull out your chair for you and give you a gentle kiss on the cheek as I move to sit across from you. Everyone is looking at us as the server begins treating us like royalty. We order a bottle of Champagne and enjoy courses of intricate, masterfully executed vegetable dishes. The entire time you’re happy, sparkling eyes are driving me to a frenzy. As we are enjoying a tray of tiny, beautiful pastries, your bare foot sneaks up between my legs. As we sip espresso, your foot gently massages my hard cock through my pants. Check please.

Just before the cab reaches our hotel for the night, I cum deep in your throat with your plump escort ataşehir red lips wrapped around my cock. As you swallow it down, I smack your ass and whisper “Good girl”. We rush upstairs to our luxury suite and put the do not disturb sign on the door.

I’m putting on some soft music and pouring more champagne. I offer you a glass and we hold each other close, dancing slowly to the music in front of a floor to ceiling window overlooking the entire city. The city is all lit up below us, sparkling like a million diamonds. It’s as though we are the King and Queen of all of it. Everything is for us. “I love you.”

I’ve set out some new lingerie for you in the bathroom. As you come strutting out in the lingerie, you look like a goddess. Just an amazing spectacle of beauty and sex. I suddenly feel the urge to make my Queen feel like a cheap whore.

I sit down on the sofa and pull you down over my knee. I give you a firm smack on the ass as you pull out my cock like a good girl. Pulling your tiny thong aside, I begin playing with your ass. My other hand is firmly holding the back of your neck as you swallow my cock once again.

My fingers tease your dripping wet cunt as I fuck your pretty little mouth. My hands caress your smooth skin and the black lace barely covering you. My finger now wet with your juices gently presses against your perfect little asshole. I push my wet finger inside of your warm hole as you moan around my cock. I thrust my hips up into your throat as I finger you. You come up for air, drenching my cock in a slobbery mess of saliva. I grab you by the throat and kiss you deep while I’m teasing your ass.

You start undoing my neck tie and I forcefully pull you off me and push you face down against the couch. You lift your perfect ass up in the air and I slap each cheek one at a time. Removing my tie now, I pull both your hands kadıköy escort bayan behind your back and start tying your wrists together. Your tiny body is so easy for me to hold down and overwhelm. I’m gonna use your body, make you my whore.

As I pin your chest down against the couch, your ass up in the air, your sweet juices are running down your thighs- soaking into your nylon stockings. I slowly lick your thighs, savoring you. You wriggle a bit and I hold you steady. I bury my face into your cunt, forcing my tongue deep inside of you. My hands, grasping your supple ass cheeks are holding you steady as I French kiss your delicious hole. I run my tongue up and down, sucking gently on your clit as I pass by. My fingers are inside you again and you moan as I toy with you.

I reach into my pocket and pull out a little butt plug. I put it into my mouth to get it wet and then I continue licking your pussy as I gently place the plug against your tight little ass hole. You moan as I lick your clit and slowly push the plug inside of you. I go slow, teasing you and sucking your clit as little by little it slides in.

With the plug now firmly in place, I go around to your wet and wanting mouth and give you my hard cock to suck on. As you take me in your mouth, I’m reaching around to finger your cunt, filling all of your holes at once. You’re mine.

I pull my cock from between your lips and grab your face firmly in my hand, kissing you deeply again. “Fuck me. Please. Hard.” you whimper. I circle back around you and give you what you want. As I slide my cock inside of your warm, soaking wet cunt, you cry out in relief. I push myself all the way into you, holding your tiny body beneath me- helpless. I grab tightly into your luscious hips as I begin slamming in and out of you. Your hands tied behind your back, your legs curled up underneath you- you cum almost escort bostancı immediately, soaking my cock with more of your juices.

I lay you down on your side, still with your hands behind your back. I pull my soaking wet cock out of you and bring it up to your mouth so you can taste your cum. You greedily suck the juices off of me as I reach between your legs and push on the butt plug, teasing your hole. I want your pussy again now.

I lift your leg up over my shoulder and straddle your other leg, lining your wet pussy up with my aching cock. I start fucking you again, teasing your breasts with one hand. The other hand is firmly grasping your perfect ass and pulling it back and forth against me as I fuck the shit out of you. I’m getting close to cumming now, and I can feel you tightening around me. I slow down for a bit, making loving eye contact with you as I place two fingers in your mouth to give you something to suck on. I slide my cock in and out of you slowly, so you can feel every inch. You whimper, pleading with me to finish you. You’re my gorgeous, needy, little whore. All mine.

I place my hand around your throat and start squeezing as I fuck you harder. Your loud moan is stifled a bit as I choke you. I squeeze a bit harder as I start fucking you with reckless abandon. My cock is just pounding you. I can feel your cunt tighten around me and I watch your eyes roll back in your head as your orgasm washes you. Holding your throat in one hand, I pull my cock out of you and shower you with my cum. It marks you from your face to your tits, all over your torso and your pussy. Marks you as mine. You collapse beneath me, still shaking from your orgasm.

I untie you and carry your limp body to the bathroom. I run a warm bubble bath for you as I help you out of the lingerie. You can barely stand. I lift you up in my strong arms and gently lower you into the luxurious water. I slide into the tub behind you and pull you against me, the back of your head against my chest. As we breath deeply and feel each other’s pounding heartbeat, I kiss your forehead. I gently run my fingers through your hair and whisper “Good girl”.

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