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This is an edited version of chapter 1 of the Photo Shop, my first steps into writing a story; I did this editing myself but only after receiving the edited version of chapter 2 by a very talented editor I now work with. This chapter 2 version is also forthcoming. Further chapters will always be edited by him. I appreciate comment, positive or negative, however when it’s an anonymous poste a comment like “You don’t know English” or “I was bored after 2 pages” will not help me to improve and do better in the future. For those who already read chapter 1, 2 or 3, I hope you will appreciate the edited versions.

Chapter 1: Catharina

My name is Lewis but everyone calls me Lew and my story starts, when I was made redundant in the company I worked for.

Up to when I was 59 I was doing pretty well in the business world, working hard sometimes 12 to 14 hours per day.

I held the position of European logistics manager for an American company which allowed me to travel extensively throughout Europe and sometimes even overseas.

During these travels I met lots of people of all ages and gender, but my interest was mostly drawn towards the women especially in view of my hobby, photography which eventually led me to open a camera and photo shop in the village where I lived.

I served the company faithfully for 42 years after all, so the redundancy payment I received was ample when I said my goodbyes, allowing me to follow through with my life ling dream.

A few months after my retirement I found an existing old photoshop almost in my backyard.

Nobody paid any real attention anymore to the little photo and camera shop in the village where I lived, it had been there for ages, with a small shop window with analog and the newer digital cameras on display, nicely arranged around some typical photos you would expect in such a small establishment.

Photos of pets, blended with some photos of newlyweds, kids doing their first or holy communion and some of the few local events.

The chap running the shop was almost an antiquity himself, he must have been well in his eighties, in fact during the actual sale I found out he was eighty-seven ,so high time for him to retire, which he confirm to me he was doing gladly.

The left over money allowed me to have a nice new photo studio built in the back and equip the shop with all the latest equipment I needed for printing photos.

Before I start however to tell you how my adventures in the shop were developing, at this point I would like to share the unique event that triggered my passion for mostly general photography to move into an entirely different direction.

During a business trip to Italy I met this gorgeous Italian girl. I quickly learned her name was Catharina.

Maybe, I wouldn’t want to call her a girl anymore as it turned out she was 19, but more a young woman.

She was working as a waitress in the hotel’s restaurant where I stayed at the time.

I had a rough day when I met her, going to several meetings with suppliers and I was absolutely bushed, so I decided to stay in the hotel rather than go outside to have dinner.

Usually these hotel restaurants don’t attract to many patrons, as they tend to be pricy and the food mediocre, so the place was virtually empty when I arrived.

I chose a table next to a window overlooking the garden in the back of the hotel.

When I was comfortable seated, this beautiful girl came over with menu’s tucked under her arm.

She spoke in a sultry voice like only Italian women can “Buonasera sono Catherina tua cameriera questa sera.”

I always had a thing for languages so I must admit I sort of wanted to impress her with my relatively small knowledge of the Italian language.

“Buonasera sono Lew e mi piacerebbe cenare, ma parlo molto poco italiano.”

“Do you speak English?” I asked.

“Yes” she replied, “I studied the language at school and love to practice.”

She then kindly asked, “are you dining alone sir?”

Upon my positive reply, she asked “let me get you an English menu then sir.”

“That would be very kind of you my dear.”

She disappeared but returned quickly and handed me a menu card.

Catharina gave me ample time to check the menu after proposing to bring me a drink.

As a wine lover I asked, “Do you have an open bottle of red wine you can recommend, preferably something local maybe?”

That was clearly the trigger that she needed to demonstrate her knowledge of local and other wines.

“Oh yes sir, we have an excellent red wine from a small winery in the vicinity of Rome, they produce this wine exclusively for us. It has just the right amount of tannins and can be drunk very young.”

“Excellent Catharina was it?”

“Yes sir at your service.”

“You seem rather young to already know so much about wines how is that?”

“I am studying to become a sommelier sir.”

“Excellent then I am in the right hands to give me the best advice about the wines offered here.”

So canlı bahis şirketaleri we got to talking about her passion for wine and eventually mine for photography of course.

I must admit that I had been studying her and what I saw really triggered my interest and got me thinking about asking her if she’d done any modeling work.

Contrary to a lot of Italian women who have their hair dyed blonde, she had remained with her natural color which was close to black, not gypsy blueish black but a warm natural black color. She was wearing it in a high ponytail, as was probably required by the hotel management in view of her job there.

For an Italian girl she was rather tall, my guess was somewhere between 1,75 meter and 1,80 meter, like most young Italian women she was slender but with nice curves in all the right places.

Rather quickly Catharina confided that paying for her studies was hard, as her parents were not wealthy, she had to work multiple jobs to make ends meet and gather the money to finance her studies.

“And that is how I ended up in this hotel as a waitress.”

“Yes I understand your predicament, but allow me to ask, you are a very beautiful young lady…” “You are flattering me sir,” she said with a shy smile.

“No I mean it, have you ever thought about modeling?”

“Modeling, you mean like in fashion shows or for fashion magazines?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean, there is a lot of money to be made in that line of business.”

“So I heard but then you need some sort of a portfolio to be sent to agents and fashion houses and I don’t have the money to have one made, besides I don’t think that I am beautiful enough or have the courage to venture in that direction.”

“As photography is my hobby, allow me to totally disagree with you, I think you absolutely have what it takes to make it in that world, maybe I could help you with that?”

“I couldn’t possibly ask you to do that for me and I am sure that you have no bad things in mind but to be honest, I don’t really know you.”

“You are absolutely right Catharina, I am a total stranger and as far as you can see I might be a serial killer or rapist that’s true.

“No, no, you seem like a nice person, but I only just met you and I only know that you are a guest in the hotel.”

“Yes you do which makes it extra easy for you to look up my data in the hotel registry.”

“That’s right but still…”

“You know what, I am staying in Rome over the weekend to continue my meetings the next week and I have nothing planned, in fact I am looking at a boring weekend having already visited all the tourist sites in Rome on previous occasions, you are from Rome, I bet you know a lot of places in the city totally unknown to the average tourist which are absolutely worth seeing.”

Gathering up all my courage I asked Catharina “If you are free, would you consider to be my special guide Saturday or Sunday afternoon? you would be totally safe out in public places, surrounded by fellow Romans and you would save me from total boredom, please, I will pay you the going fee for a private tourist guide!”

Catharina looked at me, I saw her braincells turning at full throttle, weighing pro’s and con’s.

“Ok, I could do that, and you are right I would be safe out in the street and the money would be more than welcome.”

“Great! And you know what, I will bring my camera and if you allow me I’ll take some pictures of you, that you could eventually put in your potential portfolio. I have some experience with wedding photos and pictures of kids that I made for friends and family, so how hard could it be to photograph such a beautiful young woman like yourself?”

At that point in time I had no intention whatsoever of taking pictures of her in her underwear or partially or totally naked well especially not down town, the future would prove me wrong.

We said our goodbyes and agreed that she would pick me up for a walk Saturday around two o’clock.

Rather excited about what would be my first model shoot, not with a professional model but still a very beautiful girl, I went to my room.

The next morning , after breakfast I asked the concierge of the hotel where I could find a shop to stock up on batteries and one or more memory cards for my camera as I didn’t want to run out of power and certainly not out of storage capacity as I intended to make the most of this opportunity.

Promptly at two o’clock she showed up in the lobby of the hotel to take me on her walk around town.

She looked quite different not wearing her waitress uniform, she sported tight fitting jeans, which actually looked like they were painted on instead of her wearing them. No visible traces of underwear were showing, I guessed she did not go commando so I presumed she wore a tiny thong or string.

The tightness of her jeans really accentuated her head-turning cute bottom.

As it was nice and warm outside, her top was sleeveless with a boat neckline leaving the top of her shoulders canlı kaçak iddaa bare hinting that she was not wearing a bra which was confirmed by her nipples pressing against the tight fabric, seemingly like tiny naughty creatures that were desperately trying their best to get out.

The top stopped short above her jeans, just leaving a hint of bare skin at the level of her midriff but still showing a cute belly button.

Luckily in those days navel piercings and tattoos, which I find absolutely horrible, were not the fashion yet.

There is nothing more beautiful than the natural look of a woman, an unpierced untattooed skin is the best dress a woman can wear.

“Hey Catharina I don’t think we can totally avoid some of the touristy places, the Trevi fountain, the Spanish steps, the Colosseum, San Marco place and the Vatican as these would look great in your portfolio.”

As we went along she really got into the modeling thing and started to take poses drawing the attention of the younger Italian men devouring her stunning figure and looking at me with envious eyes.

After she took me to some patios of private houses that she knew were extremely nice and which were not locked around four we went for the obligatory small and extremely strong Italian coffee in one of the many coffee bars.

Taking me to these more secluded spots and me behaving like a gentlemen she had gathered that I could be regarded as a trustworthy person and started to confess that she was rather enjoying herself and becoming more confident.

Picking up on this unexpected opportunity I said “What do you do for dinner Catharina?”

“Uh dinner?”

“Yes, you showed me some interesting places so I am sure you also know some small interesting restaurants you can show me as well. Besides, would you condemn a poor lonesome photographer to have dinner all by myself in the hotel restaurant this evening?”

“No, you are right that would maybe be a bit cruel from my side. I know just the place that you would like.”

“Great! We’ve got a date, is around eight o’clock OK for you?”

“I know that this is rather early for Italians but we, people from the North eat earlier, well in fact much earlier, so I hope that eight o’clock is a good compromise.”

“Ok, but we can’t meet at the hotel, we have rather strict policies about employees mingling with guests!”

“I understand, so where shall I meet you then?”

“Come to the corner of the street on your right, I’ll be there around eight.”

At seven forty-five I was , a bit nervous ,waiting for Catharina at the corner of the street where the hotel, I had never done this before, having dinner with an unknown woman in a foreign country.

When she showed up, again she managed to take my breath away proving that even with a small budget she could look stunning.

Being a nice warm evening she wore a relatively simple, figure hugging, flowery summer dress with spaghetti straps just giving a hint of cleavage and ending mid-thigh with the rest of her sun kissed legs showing in all their glory.

I remember trying to pry my eyes off her cleavage even then, only to have them look up at her face, and drowning in her beautiful eyes.

“It’s only a short walk to the place I have in mind Lew.”

After a short fifteen minute walk we came up to this really Italian looking place, the kind that you mainly see in Italian movies. Small tables with red and white checkered table cloths.

When walking in you already started to feel hungry taking in all the fantastic smells coming your way.

“Buona serra Catharina! Come stai?”

“Molto buono e con voi?”

I was a bit lost, but I did understand the gist of the short conversation between Catharina and what I guessed was the owner.

We were guided to a table in a discreet corner of the place.

I presume the owner knew Catharina well as he hugged her.

“It looks like you are a regular here Catharina?”

“Yes and no, before I started to work in the hotel I worked here for a bit so in that respect I would be a regular. Would you mind if I order the food? I know that Antonio does not have menu’s in English, or shall I translate for your?”

“Absolutely not, please order the food, I trust you completely.”

I must say we had the most fantastic diner, which in its simplicity could compete with food I had eaten in many a top restaurant around the world.

The wine, as I expected, was superb, proving that you don’t always have to spend a fortune buying famous chateau wines to get the best. Catharina had of course a point to make proving that one day she could become an excellent sommelier.

As usual I had taken my camera to record our diner together and add some more photos to the ones I had taken earlier that afternoon around town.

“As the night was still young Catharina and it is a beautiful Summer’s night in Rome may I suggest a walk to digest this excellent food we had?”

“That’s an excellent idea Lew.”

She led me through these small canlı kaçak bahis Italian streets where the buildings look absolutely horrible on the outside but which hide beautiful patios and very luxurious apartments on the inside.

Arriving at a less posh area of the city, turning to me, Catharina said, “Shall we have a cup of coffee at my place which is just around the corner?”

“Sounds excellent to me Catharina, provided you can serve me a latte macchiato?”

“I can do,” she replied with a chuckle.

“Hey I can also download the photos on your computer at the same time then.”

Going thru one of these big double doors which you find in most Italian places we came into a patio with a few poorly looking shrubs and what probably had once been a nice tree but had clearly died years ago.

Crossing the what dilapidated patio we went upstairs to her small apartment.

“I am sorry that you will have to climb so many stairs but I live on the fourth floor.”

I wasn’t sorry one bit as I got to stare four floors long at her delightful bottom, slightly wiggling and shaking with every step she took.”

Her place was tiny but comfortable and spotlessly clean, something which is rare to see when you visit the digs of a nineteen year old.

The room was comfortably furnished with a table for two, a settee, a nice antique looking bookcase, filled with books, on wine of course and some posters of vineyards and grape varieties on the wall.

“I can see from your choice of books that you are living and breathing wine in every possible way, except the fluid one I guess, as that would probably drain you’re budget?”

“I do have my sources for wine, they don’t always have to cost a fortune if you know where to get them.”

In one corner there was some sort of kitchenette with a two pit gas stove, some cupboards above and below probably holding all the usual necessary kitchen utensils.

On top of the gas stove the one and only Italian expresso coffee pot, which she immediately started to prepare to produce the suggested cups of coffee.

As she already knew I am not a big fan of these strong coffees called espresso that put hair on your chest so to speak and meticulously prepared the Latte macchiato I had mentioned.

She preferred the real hard stuff, black as the night with lots of sugar.

While looking at the pictures we got to talking about how she sees her future how she was going to finance her studies and what she hoped to achieve in life in the wine business.

“I mentioned before I had my sources to get wine, well I have an uncle…”

“Don’t all Italians have an uncle somewhere?” I jokingly asked.

“Yeah, that’s thru, but mine has a small farm where he grows olives and some grapes and during the harvest and vinification period I go there to help pick the grapes, crush and press them, thus not only learning about the taste of wine but also learning the basics of making wine as well.”

“Way to go girl! Now coming back to the pictures I took this afternoon and evening, would you dare to take it a little further than what we did during the day in the streets?”

She blushed and asked “What do you mean?”

So I took the plunge and asked “Would you be willing to show some more skin than what you were showing this afternoon or this evening during dinner?”

Total silence was what followed but I could see that she was fighting inside on what she would answer.

“I am only looking to take some more artistic oriented photos of you. I will keep my distance when taking them and rest assured I wouldn’t even dream of touching you!”

Finally after what was clearly a long internal debate she replied “OK but where could we do that?”

“There is no better place than here, this I where you feel and comfortable, so why not here and maybe now, unless of course you are too tired?”

“OK, what exactly would you like me to do?”

“You should only do what you feel comfortable with, maybe you could start by lowering one of the straps of you dress, with her back to me and look seductively over your shoulder.”

She giggled and started to do just that.

I started snapping pictures trying different backdrops in her little apartment, but certainly with her long life dream of becoming a sommelier in mind.

“Hey Lew this is nice but isn’t it becoming a bit boring? Shall I maybe be bold and lower the zipper of my dress?”

As she did she was revealing her lovely back to me at the same time proving she was not wearing a bra.

When the zipper had gone down all the way to her lower back only her hands were supporting the top half of her dress.

“Shall I turn to face you now?”

“Yes that is a good idea.”

All of sudden by turning she lost her balance.

“Wow!” she cried, lowering her arms to support herself on a nearby piece of furniture.

It was then that earth’s gravity took over the control of her dress which immediately dropped all the way to floor, revealing her almost naked back to me and the camera.

Quickly she tried to replace the dress with her hands covering her lovely perky breasts.

For the rest she was almost completely naked with the exception of her tiny thong still covering the most intimate feminine part of her toned body.

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This follows “My Wife Gives Me a Hall Pass!” so please enjoy that story for context and background before you begin reading this story.

This is an adult sex story between two consulting adults.

Please enjoy this and all of my other stories.

Thanks for your views and votes.

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It was a Thursday, late morning, in mid-January. I was in Seattle, Washington at Boeing Field, ready to depart for Burbank Airport.

The previous night I had been a willing participant in a one on one nude wrestling match in my hotel suite.

Missy and I wrestled, for the first time, initially on the bed and then, as the night progressed, all over the suite.

We weren’t opponents or competitors.

We were collaborators seeking a common goal.

We both wanted us both to win.

It was my hard cock, my tongue, lips, teeth, mouth, and my hands and fingers versus her mouth, teeth, lips, throat, breasts, ass, pussy, hands and fingers.

I pinned her to the mattress with a rock hard cock in her wet willing tight pussy. I pounded her to screaming orgasm after orgasm, her body wrapped around mine like no other.

She begged me to stop but I gave her no quarter.

I was not to be denied.

Missy pinned me to the sofa and had her way with me while I man mauled her breasts, teased her nipples with my teeth and our tongues dueled.

I took her on the carpet, she on her knees as I entered her from behind, my hands on her hips keeping her from escaping the impalement of my thick long cock deep in her ass.

Missy begged me to keep pounding as she had one anal orgasm after another.

After I unloaded into the deepest recesses of her hot, slick, guano filled anal orifice she surprised me by cleaning my cock with her tongue.

That kept me hard and, smiling at me, she opened her mouth wide as I began fucking her mouth, my erection going so deep I entered her throat with every thrust.

God bless her, she didn’t gag but encouraged me to pleasure myself until I came down her throat.

Her head on my lap, she played with my shriveled cock using her fingers and mouth until I was big enough for her to ride me.

She was ready, willing and able to play. We’d both know from the start we’d end up fucking.

There were no rules. There were no time outs. I wanted her and she wanted me.

This woman had such an incredible body I could not keep my hands off of her.

She had the body of a model but had curves in all the right places.

Her breasts were large, firm and more than a handful.

The areoles that capped her breasts were at least two inches in diameter and rising from the center were one inch pink eraser nipples just begging to be sucked, licked, kissed, teased and clamped.

Her pussy hair was light red, not thick and brushy but thin, wispy and trimmed.

Her puffy pussy lips were visible under the light carpet.

Missy had trimmed her hair before our night began.

She wanted a man’s tongue on her lower lips and she removed the objection of heavy brush in the hope that I would find eating her of strong appeal.

I would have licked that pussy if it had been covered with the fur of a bear.

Her pussy was quite tasty and Missy was very grateful that I ate her for desert that Wednesday night. She hadn’t had her pussy eaten in well over a year.

Eating Missy and holding her hands down to keep her captive brought her one of her biggest orgasms of the night.

Her legs were spread, her nipples at attention, she was humping my face as my hard tongue painted her clit and she was begging me not to stop as she screamed and her discharge wet the bed.

She shook and shivered as she continued to hump my face but I would not let her go; I wanted her to surrender her body to me.

As she rolled over on her side I slapped her ass and got her on her belly then pushed a pillow under her hips so her rosebud came into view as an easy target.

I didn’t waste any time; first I coated my rock hard erection with lube then I spread her cheeks with my left hand and with my right applied a small amount of lube to her rosebud.

Grabbing my cock with my right hand I targeted her small hole and pushed forward, penetrating her rosebud as she gasped at the intrusion but she followed up by reaching back, spreading her cheeks to improve my access.

It went on like this all night.

My wife had given me a hall pass.

I could fuck and cum until the pass expired.

The match had lasted from about 9:30pm in the evening until after the alarm went off at 5:30am the next morning.

There was no referee.

Missy said no to nothing and yes to everything.

No limits.

During one of the breaks in the bout I had spoken to my nude wrestling partner, Missy, the owner of my new Seattle based advertising agency, about her flying back to LA with me once my Thursday morning business meeting concluded.

Missy had illegal bahis agreed to join me while I was humping her tight ass.

I had my hands pulling on her shoulder length hair like I was handling a team of horses.

She liked being ridden and she liked riding.

I dragged out letting her come that specific “round” until I heard an unqualified “Yes!” from her between the groans of pleasure and the moans of pain as my cock pistoned between her taut white ass cheeks deep in her ass.

Some of the pain was from the hair pulling, which I think she rather enjoyed, but the rest of it came from a very hard cock, my very hard cock, up her tight and slick back passage.

Even though this was the third time I had plowed that fallowed field, her rosebud, in less than a few hours, it was still very nice and still very tight for me.

I had no idea but it turned out that Missy loved butt sex.

As we moved naked around the bed, and then around the suite, I wondered which hole she truly preferred.

Not that I was complaining; I wasn’t.

Since my wife had died in car accident one year previously, I had been in bed with fifty women, maybe more.

Missy was truly the fuck of my life, to this point anyway, and as Steve Perry of Journey sang back in the 80s, “Any way you want it that’s the way you need it …”

I delivered the goods to Missy.

Her orgasms were large, loud and frequent.

She screamed; she shook; she shivered; she cried; she held me tightly, and on several occasions she gushed, wetting whatever we happened to be fucking on.

The question about which hole she preferred was an interesting puzzle to solve, but in the middle of the hottest sex session I’d ever been in with only one female, it was just a fleeting question for a moment.

Ass? Pussy? Mouth? In what order of preference?

But it was a short lived debate because the next moment she was climbing on my hard cock to ride me to heaven.

Not the entire truth; Missy rode herself to orgasmic heaven as she humped my erection.

We fucked all night long.

She had cum in her and all over her.

I’d spurted between her tits, on her lower back, on her face, in her hair.

There was plenty of my sauce dried on her pubes too.

Missy laughed at each deposit and spread my batter all over her with her hands and then licked her fingers like she was in middle of a bucket of chicken that had just been delivered by The Colonel. That’s KFC for those who don’t remember the white bearded guy who made the brand famous way back when.

I was still fucking her when the alarm went off at 5:30am.

She may have actually been asleep as the alarm went off, but I was still diddling her.

Deep full strokes in that heavenly warm wet tight pussy.

I left this totally fucked out strawberry redhead dripping from both holes wrapped in the bed sheets when I went downstairs to the hotel gym to work out.

Missy apparently drifted back to sleep after I deposited that load at 5:35am.

I did take the time to write her a note.

No hearts; no I love you.

I asked Missy to be sure and bring along that red lipstick she wore when we first met that a couple of months before in the hotel lobby.

Back in November I swore to myself as I noticed her lipstick on her coffee cup if she ever blew me it would be with that lipstick on.

I wanted those red coated lips on my cock.

And, now, waiting to board the plane, now that my morning business session was over, (it was a success), I spoke to the captain and co-captain who assured me that we had a smooth flight ahead of us and that they would respect our privacy.

The pretty female pilot did say to me that they would need to leave the cockpit to use the restroom in flight but that they would give me some advance notice.

With that the pilot winked and I knew that she knew what would be taking place in the passenger compartment of the plane.

I thanked her for her discretion and went up the steps of the plane to find Missy waiting for me.

She had brought that special lipstick with her.

She was standing just inside the cabin, greeting me with “I remember wearing it just for you Jack; I wanted to make a good impression on you. Thank you for noticing.”

After that, Missy gave me a sweet lover’s kiss and as tired as I was, once the plane took off and we were at cruising altitude, she took off all my clothes, slowly, and hung them up neatly in the small closet, then kneeled down in front of me.

Missy remained dressed, at least for the time being.

She took out the tube of lipstick and put it on those slightly puffed up lips; swollen because of all the kissing we did and sucking she did.

Her eyes never left mine when she did this.

Missy was primping in front of me and I liked it. It turned her on too.

This young thirty something just divorced knockout was on her knees, preparing illegal bahis siteleri to give me the blowjob I had been waiting months for.

Missy took my semi erect manhood in both of her hands, gripping it lightly at the base.

She bent her head and swirled her tongue around the head, just like she was eating an ice cream cone.

I groaned at this pleasurable highly feeling and she looked up at me and said “Do you remember when you told me that I had more abilities than I was currently using?”

She took another lick around the tip of my cock which was not only growing in size but the tip was changing color from pink to red.

I groaned again. Damn this woman knew how to suck cock.

I nodded. I had memorized and played back in my mind every word, every gesture; every look she gave me that November morning.

She smiled and licked again and I groaned again; my God she was good and getting better each time she had that mouth, tongue or lips of hers anywhere near my cock.

“Say it Jack” she smiled at me, her sparkling lust filled eyes looking up at me.

“Tell me I’m starting to work to my full capabilities.”

While I quickly pondered how to respond, Missy bent her head and licked my balls, eliciting another groan and a surge of blood into my now erect penis.

“Jack, I love your cock. I just knew I was going to really enjoy it when I met you for coffee.”

Her tongue swirled around my tight sack.

“I masturbated every day since then thinking about you and this beautiful cock.”

I groaned and my cock surged.

Missy laughed and continued “I knew that you wanted me from the very first moment our eyes met. I got wet and I was hoping you wouldn’t be able to smell me. You made me so fucking hot Jack.”

She licked at the crevice between my right thigh and my sack and I groaned again.

“Just like now Jack.”

She licked at the crevice between my left thigh and my sack.

My cock surged again.

She smiled as her tongue work continued.

“When our meeting ended I almost went into the ladies room to rub one out but instead I went out to my car. I turned the car on and turned up the radio to cover the sounds I made.”

Missy licked at the tender bit of skin at the base of my cock.

I closed my eyes and moved my hips closer to the source of the pleasure.

She continued “The first one I imagined you eating me” and she licked my sack again “and the second time I blew you and you came in my throat with a huge load of hot sticky salty cum.”

I groaned in response. She was masterful in her practice of the oral arts.

She laughed “I’m sure hotel security got quite a video.”

Her two hands started to stroke me, and I groaned again.

“I know you don’t like hand jobs lover; Catherine told me. But I need to stroke this big piece of man meat until I get the response I want from you.”

Her delicate hands felt like soft mink fur on my erection and I leaned my head back as my hips started to move, thrusting, in search release.

It felt incredible, and this was only her hands.

“Do you like this Jack? Do you like it when I make you feel good?”

I groaned in affirmation.

Missy stopped stroking; she just held her hands still and just let me hump to get the friction I was seeking.

It only took a more few thrusts before she grinned and announced in a soft voice “There it is. Good boy Jack.”

I opened my eyes and looked down to see a small amount of pre cum oozing out of my pee hole.

Missy glanced up at me and said “Now I have a decision to make Jack. Do I lick it off quickly or do I rub it in; you know, all over your very sensitive tip?”

With that her right hand went up and slowly, teasingly, rubbed my tip.

I was in love with her.

Missy had my speechless.

“Do you like that lover?”

It was all I could do to groan, both suggestions would work for me. But what she was doing right now was wonderful.

Missy laughed, her eyes now focused solely on the head of my cock.

I continued to thrust with her hands wrapped around my hardness.

I really wanted to come just then but Missy had other plans.

“If I lick it off, like I was eating ice cream, it will make you feel good, but only for a few seconds. But if I take my time, and make sure that your baby batter is smeared with my fingers all over your cock head, and then I lick it off, slowly, that will extend your pleasure for as long as I suck your big beautiful cock.”

I was now more than fully erect and my sack was tight as the cover of a snare drum.

Make no mistake, my balls were filled with juice that needed to be delivered and soon.

I was thinking that I would have a case of Blue Balls in just a few minutes if I didn’t get some relief.

Switching strategies, holding my cock steady with her right hand, Missy took her left hand and her fingers began to play with my balls.

I canlı bahis siteleri love it when the ladies play with my balls.

I groaned again, this was nothing less than an E Ticket Ride at Disneyland.

“Jack, are you trying to make me pregnant? Last night you delivered quarts of hot, sticky cum into my pussy. Was that your plan lover, to get me pregnant with your baby on our very first date?”

My eyes closed, my hips still slowly thrusting in search of relief, I shook my head in response … no.

“That would be hot, wouldn’t it Jack? If you knocked me up the first time we got naked together?”

I knew she was teasing so I just smiled, thinking of last night and how amazing our night was as I fucked her in all three holes several times.

My cock jumped at the memory and Missy laughed and then smiled “Down boy.”

Her left hand cuddled my sack and she tongue licked the base of my penis again.

“Just so I don’t get knocked up today, on the plane, let me suggest that I take care of you now, okay? With my mouth.”

My cock jumped again at that good news and Missy laughed.

“Catherine said you love to have your cock sucked. Is that right lover?”

Eyes closed, I could only nod.

Missy followed that with “You must really be turned on Jack; you have a lot more juice for me to play with.”

Opening my eyes I looked down to see more pre cum oozing from my pee hole.

With that, Missy’s left hand moved from cuddling my balls and firmly held the base of my cock while with her index finger, she began to move the pre cum from the tip, carefully and slowly, taking her sweet time to slowly massage it all around my now purplish cock head.

Missy was in no hurry, sometimes stopping to lick her finger, making sure to get my cockhead nice and wet.

She shared with me “I know you want to come Jack, but since I don’t know if Catherine is ever going to let us play together again, I want to savor … ” and she licked the underside of my cock from base to tip “every second I spend with you.”

I finally croaked out “That feels good. Please don’t stop.”

She smiled, not looking at me but her eyes still fixated on the tip of my penis as she continued to rub my now purple cockhead, and then she said, “Does that feel good Jack? But not as good as this is going to be” and her mouth closed over the tip, her tongue swirling like a Cuisinart Countertop Mixer on high.

At this I groaned so loud I’m sure that the pilot and copilot could hear me over the roar of the engines and through their headphones.

Missy took me as deep as she could go on that initial push; my cock hit the entrance to her throat and I reached out to guide this red haired beauty’s sucking efforts by putting my hands on her head.

I’ve had some Hall of Fame blow jobs in my life but this one deserved a special honor.

Missy’s mouth never left my cock once she put her mouth on it.

Without using her hands, she proceeded to bob on my cock while her left hand gently played with my heavy balls and the index finger on her right hand probed between my cheeks in search of my sensitive starfish hole.

Each time she bobbed down, she went a little bit deeper.

I had been ready to blow for a long time and Missy soon had me begging.

She didn’t stop her work, but I knew she heard me when those nails of her started scrapping my sack.

At the same time she lifted her mouth up so that she could focus on my sensitive cockhead.

With her tongue working on my corona, in no time I was spurting a pretty big load into her welcoming mouth.

She swallowed with a smile, eventually showing me my deposit on her tongue before it went south to her tummy.

I bent down and kissed her, our tongues swapping spit and more.

Yes, she tasted a bit salty, like semen.

But it was my semen, so what the fuck.

I love it when women swallow. It means total acceptance.

Missy looked up at me said in a low voice “I love your salty sauce Jack and I’ll suck and swallow you anytime, anywhere.”

With that she took one last lick of my cock and she got up off her knees and asked me “Would you mind if I got more comfortable lover? I have an itch that I think you’ll like to scratch for me.”

I looked out the plane to see Mt. Hood off the left side of the plane as we flew south.

There was still plenty of time to scratch Missy’s itch and get my desires fulfilled too.

Time was running out on the hall pass that my wife Catherine had granted me but until I landed in Burbank, I was good to go.

My eyes shifted to Missy standing in front of the closet. She was looking at me with a big smile on her face as she reached behind and unhooked her black bra.

The bra hit the carpet as her orbs were released for my viewing pleasure.

Missy rubbed her breasts, pulled on her nipples with a smile and then she held them in her hands, offering them up to me.

I was mesmerized.

Blood returned to my cock. This was going to be the best plane ride I’d ever been on.

I’d be checking off an item on my bucket list today; joining the Mile High Club.

****

Jack Colton will return soon.

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1.

Finally, I think to myself as I hear the front door open downstairs. I’ve been waiting for you all day. You got home late again, but I don’t blame you. I know your boss has been working you like a dog these last couple of weeks, with performance reviews just around the corner, but I also know that it’s because he can’t trust anyone else to do the job right. You just need to hold out a bit longer, and you will be the one to get that promotion they’re dangling over you. I believe in you, baby. I’ll tell you so every single day until you believe it too.

Unfortunately, words can only do so much. I know you’re stressed. I know you want to hop into a time machine and flash forward until all of this is over, but I have a plan — a distraction. A way to forget, for just a little while. You see, I’ve been doing some shopping recently, and there are 2 items in particular I’m sure you’re going to enjoy.

I wait for you to close the door behind you and sit down on the couch, then I make my move. You’ll be watching something far more interesting than TV tonight. I start to slowly walk down the stairs. I want you to watch my every move — every step I take. As I come into view, you turn to greet me, but before you can utter a single word, your jaw drops to the floor. I continue to take slow steps, flipping my smooth, shoulder length blonde hair to the other side.

“See anything you like?” I ask coyly, and can’t help but giggle at your stunned expression. It’s priceless.

“Oh my God, Scarlett, you look –” you start to say, but your sentence trails off before you can finish. It seems I’ve rendered you speechless.

You take a few moments to look me over, from head to toe. I’m wearing light blue baby doll lingerie, and through its nearly transparent fabric you can see my other surprise: a matching baby blue thong, the cloth just barely covering my pussy. The flowery design of my lingerie is just dark enough to hide my nipples, but gives you a fantastic view of my D cup breasts. I’m still a young woman at 28 years old, and I have to say I’ve always been very proud of my boobs. They are a perfect handful, soft but still perky, and bounce tantalisingly with every step I take. The lingerie showcases my long legs and flawlessly smooth skin, and you can see that under my thong I have left my pubic hair natural for you, with just a neat trim to remove any excess. I hope it’s everything you could have wished for in your woman. I hope I look ravishing, mind-blowing, irresistible. I hope I look–

“Perfect,” you say as you stand up from the couch. “You look perfect.”

I smile as I finally reach the ground floor and walk towards you, my breasts and lingerie swaying back and forth like palm trees on a warm summer night.

“There’s no canlı bahis şirketaleri need to stand up,” I say to you, waving my finger in faux punishment and making a tsk tsk sound. “I’m going to be doing all the work tonight.”

2.

As you sit back down, I walk right up in front of the couch and turn around with my bum facing you, lifting up my lingerie to give you a clear view. You can see my tight and fit ass cheeks popping out of my thong. I start swaying my hips, and you reach up and touch my ass, giving each cheek a gentle squeeze. I moan softly with pleasure, savouring your warm touch, then turn around to face you once again. I lean over you slowly and seductively, my cleavage just inches from your face. You reach out to fondle my breasts, but I push your hands away, putting them back down on your waist. I still want to be in control.

I smile warmly at you, leaning forward to kiss your lips. You gladly return the kiss, and our tongues meet, twisting and turning slowly at first, but getting more passionate with every passing moment. I’m moaning into your mouth now, tongues still clashing as I start to undo your dress shirt. I can see from the growing bulge in your pants that I’m doing a good job.

With your shirt finally off, I start gently kissing your neck and nibbling your ears, still holding your hands down by your waist. My right hand creeps down further and further as I keep kissing you. You groan as you feel my hand stroking your half-erect penis through your pants. I giggle a bit as it continues growing in my hand. There’s nothing quite like knowing you’re the reason your man is getting hard.

Suddenly I step back for a moment and kneel down between your legs, in front of the couch. You know what’s coming next, and your breathing quickens with anticipation. I look into your eyes and smile devilishly as I unfasten your belt and pull your dress pants down — first past your waist, then past your legs. Finally I take them off past your feet and toss them aside. We won’t be needing them.

Now you’re totally naked except for your underwear, which is doing a pitiful job of attempting to contain your fully erect cock. I continue massaging your dick through your underwear while I lean over and kiss your chest and waist, giving every inch a little peck. I can already see a bit of pre-cum making a tiny spot on your underwear. I’ll be sure to savour the taste of it very soon.

Finally I take your underwear off, holding your throbbing penis in my hand and admiring my man’s beautiful dick. I look up at your face again, seeing the lust and desire in your eyes.

“You want me to suck your cock, baby?” I ask you while stroking it up and down with my hand. “You want to see my pretty lips wrapped around it?”

“I canlı kaçak iddaa want it so bad,” you reply with a hoarse voice, like suddenly your throat went completely dry.

“Then tell me. Tell me what you want.” I say, stroking slightly harder than before.

“I want you to suck my cock, Scarlett,” you say assertively.

I give you a sly smile, holding your gaze for another few moments before I look back down and lock my eyes on my target.

3.

I hold your shaft upright with one hand, stick my tongue out and slowly lick from the base all the way to the tip, stopping for a moment at the tip to softly slurp up your pre-cum.

“Mmm, you taste so good,” I tell you with a grin. “I hope you have a lot more where that came from.”

I spend the next couple minutes licking up and down your cock. I want you to look into my eyes as I drag my warm and wet tongue slowly over your throbbing shaft. I know you want more. I’m such a tease, but I can’t help myself. Teasing you turns me on even more.

I take your dick in my right hand and stroke it gently as I drop a bit lower. Your balls need some affection too. I drag my tongue all over your scrotum to warm you up, and your balls start to droop a little bit lower. Just how I like it. I softly suck on one ball at a time, taking it into my mouth and pulling my head back so it falls out with a popping sound. I bet it feels so good having your balls caressed by my tongue and lips. You run your fingers through my silky smooth hair as I switch back to licking your shaft.

I can see you’ve had enough teasing now. I don’t want to torture my man too much. I finally take the first couple inches of your hard as steel penis between my lips, and you can feel my tongue and cheeks massaging its head as I increase the suction. You moan in satisfaction as I playfully push on your upper chest to make you lean back more. I want you to just relax and enjoy every moment.

My tongue dances against your shaft and my bright red lipstick smears a little bit as I passionately suck your cock. Up and down, sucking hard on the way up, relaxing on the way down. I bring one of my hands up to help, stroking your shaft in rhythm with each long thrust.

A few minutes later I take my mouth off your dick and take a deep breath. I’ve been practising on one of my dildos for a couple weeks now and I think I’m finally ready to go all the way down. I slowly take your cock in my mouth, inch after inch. I’m really doing it! I think to myself. I’m going to deepthroat it all the —

Suddenly it hits my gag reflex and I have to pull back and cough for a moment. I look up at you and giggle.

“I’m not giving up till I have your cock down my throat!”

You nod in approval. I’m such a good girl, aren’t canlı kaçak bahis I? I start again, sucking inch after inch, pushing my head down further and further. This time I succeed. You groan loudly as I finally get every inch of your dick down my throat, my lips wrapped right around the base. I’m so proud of myself. For my next trick, I will make this dick disappear! I laugh in my head.

Your face contorts in pleasure as I am now able to suck you all the way. Every time I go down again you can feel the tightness of my throat, like a warm vice grip around your aching erection. Your moans and heavy breathing make my pussy so wet. I can’t help but bring my other hand down to play with myself, making sure you have a clear view of the action. You can see my wet pussy lips giving way to my fingers as I effortlessly glide them in and out. I bet you want to taste my sweetness. I bet you want to rip off my lingerie and take me here and now, fuck me until you can’t take it anymore and you blast your load deep inside me, and pull out while it drips all over the couch. Maybe you’ll get your chance, but for now I’m a woman on a mission.

With one hand I keep playing with my pussy, while with the other I start jerking your cock with a twisting motion and sucking hard on the first couple inches. Your breathing is getting faster. I know you must be so close. I want to cum with you, baby. I want to cum together.

Now I’m frantically fingering my clit as your penis gets harder than I ever believed possible.

“Fuck, Scarlett, I’m gonna cum…don’t stop, baby,” you say between gasps.

I won’t stop until I get every last drop. Don’t worry about that.

My orgasm hits me right as I go back to deepthroating you, your penis buried all the way inside my mouth. I feel the strong contractions rippling through my whole body, and I moan in ecstasy, my throat vibrating around your cock. That’s it — that’s all you can take. You cry out as your penis suddenly expands, then contracts hard, shooting your first wave of semen right down my throat.

I swallow instantly, preparing for the next shot. You taste so fucking good. You look down at me and it almost seems like a dream. Your woman, in baby doll lingerie, on her knees quaking with what looks like the orgasm of her life, while you unload all your stress directly into her waiting mouth. You moan again in pleasure and sheer disbelief as your cock twitches and pulses with every spurt.

Finally both of our orgasms subside, and I give you another suck of your entire length to make sure I got every bit of your cum. I stand up and turn towards the stairs, blowing you a kiss on the way.

“When you’ve recovered, I’ll be waiting for you in the bedroom. I’ve got a few things under this lingerie that you must be dying to play with.”

As I walk up the stairs, you see my soaking wet pussy through my thong, and you can’t seem to take your eyes off of my perfect ass.

It’s going to be a long night, you think to yourself.

Your cock twitches.

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Ian and Nancy hosted their own housewarming party that proved to be a smashing success. While most of the partiers had already come and gone for the evening, there were few that chose to stay behind and crash for the night.

Ian and Nancy lived in a house that most people would consider to be a mansion with it’s eight bedroom set up. Each bedroom came equipped with their own ensuite bathroom, ideal for a bed and breakfast set up.

That’s the main reason why Ian and Nancy purchased the home in the first place. It was nestled out in the country, not far from the city limits and easily accessible by road. It was an opportunity for the two to have a business they could call their own. With Nancy’s extensive hotel management experience and Ian’s sales & marketing background, there was no way they could lose.

There were actually four leftover party guests that were to be shown to their rooms for the night. Ian took the liberty to escort Lucky and Jordie to their guest room while Nancy did the same for John and Fiona.

Poor Lucky had already tripped over himself and rendered himself unconscious when one too many shots of tequila overtook his senses. Ian had the guy draped over his shoulder, carrying him like he was a sack of potatoes while Jordie followed close behind.

For Nancy she had it easy. Although Fiona had already passed out, John took it upon himself to carry his girlfriend up the flight of stairs and to the room Nancy had assigned for them.

After bidding the two goodnight, Nancy closes the door behind her as she leaves their bedroom. Now out in the hallway, she hears a thump in the room Ian had taken Lucky and Jordie to.

Curious and concerned, she rushes into their room to find out what happened. Once inside she noticed only Jordie and Ian standing, both laughing their heads off. There was no sign of Lucky to be found until Nancy walked around the foot of the bed and found the man on the floor in some kind of awkward heap.

Between Ian and Jordie, Ian was the first to regain enough composure to explain. “Jordie told me to drop him onto the bed so I did.”

Now laughing herself, Nancy asks, “The idea was to gently drop him on the bed, not bounce him like he was a basketball.”

“But that would be the boring approach.” Ian explains, trying hard not to laugh again.

Now taking Nancy into his arms, gazing upon her lovingly, he adds, “Besides, didn’t you say you hated boring?”

Nancy laughs, “That I did.”

The two then lock themselves in a solid kiss before Jordie fakes out a cough to divert their attention.

With a grin, Ian breaks the kiss with Nancy and winks to Jordie, “You should get that checked.”

The two then leave the room, choosing to have the petite Jordie figure out how she was going to scrape her man off the floor and into the bed with her.

Once along in their room, Ian and Nancy held each other close as he pressed her against a wall. They indulged themselves in a deep, hungry kiss, but it got broken once Nancy started to laugh again. She just couldn’t help herself.

Now with the kiss broken, Ian looks at her illegal bahis with an amused smile as she admits, “What a night!”

A smug smile escaped his lips, “Yes, it has been quite a night.” He then looked at her mischeviously, “Of course it’s always a hell of a night when it comes to you, my darling succubus.”

Tracing a long strand of Nancy’s loose blonde hair, Ian pulled it back behind her ear, “Now that everyone is geting a good night’s rest, I guess we’re on our own now.”

Nancy had to smirk at the thought. “Not that it’s a bad thing.”

Closing her eyes upon Ian’s touch as he traces his long fingers down the side of her face, Nancy tilts her head slightly, pressing gently against hig fingers as it now trailed down to the side of her exposed neck.

The two then locked themselves in a kiss, Ian now scooping his bride of two years into his arms and carrying her to their California style queen sized bed.

He answered her by laying her gently on the white satin sheets as he pressed his weight against hers, “I couldn’t agree more.”

Ian and Nancy started kissing again, this time with mouths open and their tongues probing each other as their breathing quickened. In the meantime, Ian moved his hands to the small of Nancy’s back. He then lowered them down to her ass, gently squeezing the firm roundness, as he pushing her closer against him.

Luxuriously sandwiched between the soft mattress and Ian’s weight, Nancy’s hand slipped down to her husband’s cock and felt his stiff rod denim blue jeans. She felt herself beginning to get wet just thinking about that familiar feel of Ian’s long, thick shaft completely filling her like no one else can.

They were both breathing harder now as he kissed her neck and face, now working together to remove each other’s shirts. As soon as the shirts were removed, Ian pulled back for a moment to gaze upon his wife’s enchanting beauty.

She had shoulder length blonde hair, angelic face with those piercing blue eyes and a body even supermodels would envy. It was hard to believe Nancy exclusively belonged to Ian, not just by the vows of marriage, but in mind, body and soul.

Keiping his hands on her hips, Ian watches Nancy unfasten her bra, which looked like it was ready to burst at the seams from the generous cleavage revealed and the erect nipples pushing at the delicate fabric.

Feeling his member throb, demanding to enter the beautiful creature before him, Iann whispers out words as if subconsciously. “You’re beautiful.”

Ian feel himself throb even more, enough to make him moan as he lost himself in Nancy’s bedroom eyes and bedazzling smile. He slid his hands down to remove her pants and thong panties. Her smooth, shaved pussy beckoned him and he gingerly touched it with his fingers, feeling those wet lips as they begin to part for him.

A tiny shudder coursed through Nancy as Ian began to kiss her breasts, taking her nipple in his mouth while he continued to make long strokes on her pussy lips with his fingers, playfully teasing her clit at the end of each stroke. He slowly put two fingers inside her, then illegal bahis siteleri a third, gently caressing her as they are both lost in the moment.

Nancy began to feel her legs turn into a jello like state, thankful that she and Ian were already laying down on the bed. For a brief moment she swore she could hear his thoughts as he said “I love you” while he continued to kiss her breasts and stroke her clit.

Nancy was beyond wet now. She lifted Ian’s head to hers and they began kissing again. Their lip lock was more intense than the one previous, as their need to connect had become more intense. In the meantime, Nancy was tugging at Ian’s belt. As she unzipped his pants, she whispered to him, “Take those damned things off.”

Without a second thought, Ian pulls away from Nancy, now standing at the foot of the bed, whips down the pants and underwear, revealing how his freed, fat cock stood to attention in it’s proud salute.

Ian is quick to get back on the bed again, quick to press his weight against Nancy’s, driving her crazy as the tip of his diamond hard, throbbing cock pressed hard against his wife’s clit.

Then, without warning, the position between Ian and Nancy change as she forcefully pushes his weight off of her and he lands on his back right next to her. Confused, Iann looks at Nancy strangely, “What are you doing?”

All Nancy did was merely give Ian a sultry smile before rolling her weight on top of his and placing her lips against his for a deep, hungry kiss that lingered until it was necessary to come up for air again.

With a playful look, matched by a sly grin, Nancy throatily answers her stratled husband’s question, “What I want to do.”

At this point all Ian could do was watch on as Nancy trailed her kisses from his lips, to his chin, along his neck, and further down as she continued to kiss him inch by inch on her slow road to her chosen destination.

By now Ian was gasping out throaty moans as he could feel one electrical surge after another course through his entire body, inside and out. His cock was already throbbing to the point where it could explode at any second.

His fingers drove into the satin sheets, taking in fistfuls of fabric as his sexy wife continued her slow, erotic torture. He then lets out a loud cry once Nancy placed a soft and gentle kiss against the tip of his pole, making a point to lick off the pre-cum that oozed out from the excitement of it all.

It was amazing he didn’t explode right there, but Ian was determined to maintain control, despite the fact his throaty moans had now turned into throaty cries.

Ian could feel his entire body shudder the moment Nancy took him into her mouth, slowly sucking up and down his shaft. Her slurping noises grew louder as she hungrily sucked away, bobbing up and down in a maddened pace. She licked and teased the tip with her tongue while running her fingernails lightly over his balls.

This caused Ian to start writhing and thrusting, determined to drive more of his throbbing cock deep in Nancy’s mouth. When she looked up, meeting her eyes with his, she noticed canlı bahis siteleri tears were streaming out of Ian’s eyes. With a smile, she pulls her head back until her mouth was no longer savoring Ian’s rock hard rod.

With a gleam in her dark blue, penetrating eyes and a smirk, she innocently asks, “Am I that bad? Have I lost my touch?”

Now displaying a mock look of hurt and disappointment, Nancy merely lies on her back next to Ian, “I’m sorry. I’ll stop then.”

Ian, despite being so audible with desire, was unable to speak coherently. All he could do was turn his head, gaze upon the perfect, milky skin of his wife and eye how she has her long, shapely legs slightly spread apart as if waiting for him.

With a loud roar, Ian sits up from the bed, rolls himself on top of his wife and looks at her with a hunger that sent chills down her spine. With a determined, devilish grin, he growls. “Stop? You will do no such thing!”

By now Nancy’s pussy lips were already swollen and glistening with juices. Ian’s desire for her had reached new heights he didn’t think was possible. Withouth further hestitation, he kneels between her legs, running his hands over her thighs, stomach and clit as her hips moved to meet his fingers. He planted kisses all over her flat stomach before he slowly moved to kiss her clit and all around her beautifully bald pussy.

Nancy stroked Ian’s head and moaned softly as she began was now lost in her own lustful world once her husband slid his tongue up and down her vaginal lips, occasionally darting inside to taste her. He continued to gently lick and kiss her clit.

Moaning louder and hips grinding, Nancy was now beyond lost in ecstasy. Ian’s wet, hot mouth continued to focus it’s attention to the outside of her pussy while he slipped two fingers inside her and slowly moved them in and out, causing Nancy to breathe much harder as she felt herself start to explode.

“Fuck me now, you bastard!” Nancy cries out desperately.

Ian loved it when Nancy would start to talk raunchy. He got off on it. Ian’s pole was so hard right now he thought he was going to pass out before reaching his ultimate goal. He quickly entered Nancy and began rapidly pounding her with long, punishing strokes.

It didn’t take long before their bodies were starting to betray them, demanding to climax in full force.

Ian was pumping like a speednig piston while Nancy goes all out to verbally and physically encourage him. Between her loud cries and those long fingers of hers driving into the flesh of his buttocks, Ian was making loud grunting noises and breathing in gasps as he moved inside her.

Nancy’s womanhood was completely filled by Ian’s long, fat cock as it continued punishing her cervix. She began to shudder uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her, causing Iann to fly over the edge as he began shooting his hot seed deep inside her.

She could feel it spilling out of her flooded womb as he continued to thrust. Now slowing down, like a car running out of gas, Ian gazes upon the angelic beauty of his wife. “I can never say it enough. I love you.”

With a heartfelt smile, Nancy wraps her arms around her husband’s neck and shoulders, pulling him even closer to her as she could still feel his rod embedded deep inside her. “And I couldn’t possibly say it enough, Ian. I love you.”

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Day One

I woke up with a feeling of emptiness between my legs, wishing there was a hand, or lips, or a cock to fill it. I started the day moist, a feeling of intensity in my body, crying out for yours.

I spent the whole day chatting with you through IM and remembering the words you use that get me so aroused. Thinking of the things your hands body could do to make my body need you even more. Wishing you weren’t out of town.

The time went by through the day, and the more I wanted, the more I needed. Moistness turned to wetness. A sexual haze began, staring off into space, imagining everything I wanted to do to you, everything I needed done to me.

After hours of teasing, I broke a little. I had to hear you, even though it would torture me to not be able to experience you fully. The phone rang, that wonderful, deep voice called out, “I want you.”

And my body clenched.

Listening to the stroke of your hand, up and down your cock. Listening to the want and need in your voice. Listening to the urgent, guttural moans as you came.

I wanted nothing more than to reach between my legs and cum with you. But there were too many people around, and I couldn’t do it.

We continued to tease through the rest of the afternoon. My body tuned to your every word, needing you more and more by the minute.

Finally, I could leave the torture, and go find my pleasure.

When all was quiet around me, I lit a candle and put on music. I undressed and lay out on the bed as if waiting for you.

I started by taking a breast into each hand, slowly squeezing, the nipples caught between my fingers. Imagining your lips, pulling them into your mouth, tongue caressing, teeth nipping.

I couldn’t wait any longer. My hand stroked down my stomach and rested on my pussy. The middle finger pushed between the lips and pressed against my clit.

My hips bucked off the bed at the touch. Two fingers began playing with my clit, rubbing, pressing, pinching.

My hand traveled further. Palm pressing against my clit, I pushed two fingers inside. My hand was now drenched with the wetness, making the slide of a third finger easy.

I pumped the fingers inside, enjoying the feeling, the rub of my palm.

But soon, it wasn’t enough. I grabbed the vibrator. Without any illegal bahis waiting, I pushed it inside me, the wetness easing the way.

I turned it on low, feeling the light vibrations inside. I slowly began to move it in and out, pressing it against me.

I imagined it was your cock filling me, pushing into me. I remembered the sound of you stroking your cock, as the vibrator moved in the wetness, making the sounds you love so well.

Slowly the speed of the vibrator and pace in which it was pushing into me increased. The vibrations were buzzing throughout my body.

I imagined you there with me on the bed, watching me as you stroked yourself. My body began to tense in that familiar way.

My hand furiously moving the vibrator inside me, my thighs and ass saturated in my arousal.

As my body swelled and broke, I remembered the sound as you came. My pussy spasmed frantically, continuing for what seemed like forever.

I turned the vibrator off and pulled it out while the spasms were still ongoing, my body twitching helplessly in delight.

After I began to calm and come back to myself, I blew out the candle and got under the covers. My body hummed as I lay there, wondering what new delights the next day’s conversation will bring.

Day Two

The morning was full of teasing through IM as I detailed the activities of the evening before.

I also had plans to take things further than yesterday. I let you know that I had dressed in one of your favorite outfits, and not worn any panties. I make sure that you’re playing with yourself, and then let you know that I have to take my lunch break. I want you extremely aroused, but have you promise not to cum until after I got back.

I get in the car and drive to a secluded spot nearby. I go to the back seat, plug the headset into my cellphone and call you.

When you answer, I tell you, “I’m in the back seat of the car. My feet are placed on the back of the front seats. My skirt is hiked up around my hips, the stockings and garter framing my pussy. My shirt is unbuttoned and my breasts are above the bra. My nipples are extremely hard and I’m playing with them. “

I can hear your breathing intensifying and the sound of you stroking your cock.

I continue, “I’m moving my hand down my stomach illegal bahis siteleri and rubbing it across my pussy. My finger is now rubbing against my clit.”

I hear your say, “Please put your fingers inside. I want to hear the sound of them.”

I take the headset off and place it close to me, then start playing inside, giving you the noise you adore. After a few moments, I bring the headset back to my ear to hear your groaning and increased stroking.

The intense arousal all morning keeps me from lasting too long. All too soon, my body tautens and explodes around my fingers. My cries into the phone trigger your eruption and you shout loudly as you cum.

After rearranging myself, I say I have to get back to work and we hang up. Once at my desk, I see another IM from you:

“Babe, that was so hot! I’m extremely sorry that I can’t stick around but these damn meetings….I’ll be home tomorrow morning and see you in the evening. Think of me.”

The afternoon goes by as if I’m in a fog. I go to bed that evening once again anticipating the joys of IM the following day.

Day Three

It’s almost 5pm. I’m at work, you’re at home.

We’ve once again spent most of the day talking through IM. Discussing our wants, needs, what fantasies we want to fulfill.

It has been both a good and a bad day. Good to be talking and making the day go by faster. Bad because I’m so turned on I can hardly stand it.

All day, knowing you were finally home, without me. Naked and hard. And waiting.

All day, being aroused and oh, sooo wet. Not being able to do anything about it.

If I could have gotten away with it, I thought about going into the bathroom to masturbate. Unfortunately, the one time I worked up the nerve, and the extreme arousal, someone went in before I did.

I’m in the car now, on the way home. The half-hour drive stretches before me. I don’t know how I’m going to make it that long.

I get a text message on my cell phone:

*Hurry. I’m so hard. I need to fuck you. I want to cum in you.*

Oh god. I resist the urge to reach beneath my skirt. Trying to control my shaking, I reply:

*I’m dripping. I can’t wait to feel you stretching me.*

The time seems to go into slow motion. I can hear my breathing. I can smell my own canlı bahis siteleri arousal. I imagine you at home, stroking yourself, having to back off every few minutes to stop from exploding before I get there.

I pull into the driveway. My hands are trembling so much that I can barely turn off the car. I vault out of the car and run towards the house.

You open the door before I get there. Your hand reaches out and pulls me in. The door slams, and you shove me up against it.

Your hands are in my hair, kissing me, devouring my mouth. My hands are all over your naked body. I reach your cock, stroke up and down, feeling the moisture seeping from the head.

Your hands are pulling my shirt open, pulling my breasts out of my bra. Your mouth closes over one of them and sucks hard, your teeth bite down on my nipple.

One of my hands moves up over your stomach to your chest. I run my fingernail across your nipple, scraping lightly.

You pull up my skirt, reaching to take off my panties, finding that they’re already gone. You groan, moving your hands to my waist to lift me up. God, I love that you’re strong enough to lift me like this. My legs go around your waist.

I can feel your cock at the opening of my pussy. You lean down to kiss me again, our tongues tangling and dueling. I start sucking on your tongue as you thrust roughly into me.

My head falls back against the door as the sensations wash over me. You begin pushing in and out, steady and hard

My arms are around your shoulders, my hands in your hair. My breasts are above the bra, rubbing against your chest, my skirt around my waist.

You bury your face into my neck. One of your hands is on my breasts. The other arm lifts my right leg over it, your hand on my ass. My left leg is around your waist, the heel of my shoe digging into your ass.

You start slamming into me harder, stretching and filling me to the point of bursting.

My fingers move to your back, the nails digging in. The pleasure is too intense. I cry out and begin to cum, my body tightening, trying to keep you inside.

You feel the spasms shuddering all around you, my pussy gripping you hard. Your cock swells, slams into me again, and bursts. Your cum is so hot inside me.

As the orgasms subside, we’re both trembling. We sink to the floor, a pile of tangled limbs. You kiss me again, sweetly and lingeringly.

You lift your head and say, “Well, there’s no denying there’s definitely something to the anticipation caused by this IM thin. Same time tomorrow?”

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“Well, that was an exciting interview, wasn’t it?” Tim was driving, headed south on Kietzke Lane.

“I could use a beer,” Grace said. “How far is that brewpub we went to last night?”

“Just a couple of minutes from here.” He turned right up a narrow street, went three blocks, turned left, and pulled into the parking lot. They went up to the terrace, found the same table, ordered the same beers.

“Gee, this is a really small town, isn’t it?” Grace was amazed at how close everything seemed to be.

“Well, yes and no. The important stuff is close by, but people have built houses 20 miles in every direction from the center of town. I’d rather live in town close to work, close to good clubs and restaurants, but still within an easy drive of mountains, desert, lakes and forests. I hate commuting. Seems stupid to sit in a car by yourself along with thousands of other people sitting in cars by themselves, just idling.”

“I know what you mean. I hate commuting too, but I do it because I can’t afford a place close in.”

“Is Seattle expensive? I’ve never lived anywhere but here.” Tim was showing his lack of exposure to other towns but he didn’t care. He was comfortable in his ignorance.

“You haven’t? Wow! I don’t think I’ve ever met any adult who was born and raised in the same town they settled in.”

“Well, you said you grew up in northern NJ. How long did it take you to move away?” Tim pointed out another parallel in their lives.

Grace hesitated. “Busted again. I grew up there, and only moved away 4 years ago.” She sipped her beer. “What difference does that make?”

“Just goes to show that you probably wouldn’t have moved if it hadn’t been for your stupid chief of detectives not promoting you.”

“And my stupid boyfriend on his ‘roids.”

“Dangerous stuff. We had an outbreak of steroid ODs at a couple of high schools a few years back. The teachers were buying the stuff and feeding it to the kids!” He paused, gripped the table tightly, anger showing in his normally placid face. “Thankfully, they are all doing hard time now. No kids died, but some of the parents wanted to string up the teachers. So did I.”

They sat silently, sipping their second round, processing the day’s activities. A day that began with a routine, but was tossed into disarray with the accident. But the accident brought the other three players into the police’s view. As it turned out, they didn’t need to do any investigation at all—everyone the Reno PD needed to see was in the hospital emergency room.

Tim was a conscientious cop, but also sensitive to families in distress. He realized that bracing them in the waiting room wasn’t a good idea. Instead, a low-key introduction with a promise to contact later was all he needed to do.

He figured that if Greg was as rich as Grace said he was, he’d bring a lawyer for the interviews. That didn’t bother him. If there was nothing to hide, the lawyer would let Greg talk. If there was, then an indictment would be in the offing. It didn’t matter to him either way. All he wanted was the truth.

Following his train of thought, he asked, “Grace, do you think Greg will bring a lawyer to the interviews?”

She thought for a moment. “Probably. This guy is loaded—makes Rick Davis look like a welfare dude. He probably doesn’t go anywhere without legal protection.”

“Well, how about the others? Jessica and Paul? Do they have lawyers too, ya think?”

“Not that they hired. If anything, Greg’s probably got them all represented by his guy.

“Ok. That helps a lot. If you’re right, they’ll all be lawyered up. How should I do the interviews?”

“You’re asking me for advice? I’m flattered, kind sir.” She gave him a mock bow, then winked.

“Shut up. Yes, I’m asking you for advice. You dealt with this Greg dude before. I hadn’t met illegal bahis the guy before today, even though he probably pays enough taxes to foot my salary for a year.”

“More like 5 years, but that’s another story for another time. He spent over 15 grand on a weekend stay at a hotel in Seattle, and flew there in his own jet plane.”

“Wow.” Tim was impressed, now. “So he’s rich, and likes to spend money. How should I approach the guy?”

“Well,” Grace raised her eyes to the setting sun, a beautiful sight illuminating the sky above them. A series of sculpted cloud formations took on the colors renowned in the western high desert—salmon, pink and purple splashed across the vista spread out beyond the mountains. “Just be polite, not accusatory, but insistent that you know exactly what happened in that room. Until we know, we can’t determine whether a crime took place. And he’s the only one who witnessed what happened.”

“Thanks, you’re a big help.” Tim raised his glass to her. “A toast to your smarts. I wish you lived down here; I could use your mind on some sticky cases I’ve had problems with.”

“I could use your body in some sticky places I’ve had problems with” she thought to herself. And she intended to use it tonight. Her body was revved up again, just like yesterday—fluttering heartbeat, dilated eyes, a light flush, and a very squishy pussy. But no, she wasn’t going to do that all-in-for-a-man-thing again. Just stay in town through the interviews, get some more action in bed, and keep in touch.

If nothing else, she’ll have a place to go when she needed to get away from the rain.

They ate at the pub, sharing more war stories about stupid cops who let cases get away, stupid prosecutors who screw up in court, witnesses who turn chicken on the stand, perps who pay their lawyers more per hour than the cops make in a month, and the idea that no matter how good a cop you are, there’s some perp out there who is going to get away with something, and brag about it to his buddies.

But then again, that guaranteed that there wouldn’t be any shortage of perps. Because most of them got caught eventually.

Much later, they were relaxing as the waiter again took the table decorations from the rest of the deck. Just like yesterday, the last jar mocked them, sitting there with its sprig of mountain lupine.

Grace idly ran her finger around the top of the jar. “Do you think they want us to leave?” She asked, teasingly.

“I don’t know, but I think that’s a fine idea,” Tim replied, reaching for her hand and slowly massaging her fingers. The shock of his touch ignited her responses anew.

“Ok.” She was ready.

So was he.

In the truck, he slipped his hand between her breasts. Her nipples sprang up hard, sensitive to his touch. She stroked his massive arm, feeling her pussy get wetter and wetter as they came closer to the hotel. He pulled into valet, waited for the attendant to open her door.

“Good evening, and welcome to the Peppermill,” he said.

“Thank you,” said Tim. “Take care of her,” motioning to the truck. “I’ll take care of her,” placing his arm around Grace’s waist.

The couple leaned against each other as they crossed the lobby to the elevators. “Remember your room number?” Tim asked. Grace seemed drunker than the night before.

“Of course I do. I’m Polish, not stupid. And besides, you’re the one that went the wrong way in the lobby.”

“Yep. Just testing you.” In truth, he was completely turned around inside. He didn’t want to look like a complete idiot, though.

Especially since it seemed like another night of sexual fireworks was in store.

Grace opened the hotel room door and all but flung him onto the closest king bed. She grabbed his shirt, stripped it off his massive chest, was still awed by the sheer size of his torso illegal bahis siteleri and arms. Her pussy gushed cream, dribbling into her panties and wetting her thighs. She was almost ready for an orgasm, and he hadn’t even touched her.

“Come here,” she whispered, throwing her blouse aside. She wound herself around his body, sought his mouth for a hot, passion-filled kiss. Her sex was throbbing now, as their tongues mingled with desire. Tim slowly pulled her jeans down, found her panties glistening with her wetness. He slipped his hand between her shapely thighs, began to stroke her in rhythm with his thrusting tongue. She clamped her thighs around his hand, began to quiver with the throes of her first climax. “Ohhhhhh….” She gasped, unable to keep her balance. She fell sideways, still clutching his chest, pulling him atop her.

Tim slid out of his pants, letting his cock bounce outward until it was pointed directly at her mouth. She took him inside, holding his cock and sucking him hard with one hand; at the same time, rubbing her pussy with her other hand. His cock grew even larger, until he nearly blew his load in her mouth. “Wait, don’t suck me off yet…” he gasped. “I… want to fuck you, not just shoot in your mouth.”

“Ok, then fuck me!” her voice husky, thick with lust. He lay on his back and watched as she lowered herself onto his hot ramrod. “MMmmmmmmm, that feels so goooood….” She said, almost delirious with pleasure. She moved up and down atop his cock, on the upstroke feeling just the tip quiver inside her; on the downstroke, mashing her clit onto the base of his stick. After just a few strokes, she felt her insides convulsing with passion.

“Yessss, uhhhh, huh huh huh….!” She was clawing his chest, riding his cock with abandon, gripping his massive thighs with her own well-shaped legs, shaking from head to toe as her orgasm created a full-body earthquake. Her vagina clamped down hard on his stick, and a flood of cream soaked his belly and the sheets.

Tim was on his way, but wanted to hold on so that she could have another spasm. He wasn’t disappointed: she continued to ride his cock until she began to quiver again. “You’re making ….me….come…again….” she wailed.

This time the climax started deep inside her vagina, as if the others had been foreplay. She felt a hard spasm in her belly that jerked her whole body. Then, it seemed like her vagina was turning inside out with all the crazy snapping, pulsing and throbbing it was doing. “DAMN!!!” she screamed, completely out of control. Her legs shook and her eyes lost focus, her arms akimbo, useless for anything. All she noticed was Tim’s rock hard body underneath her, and his equally hard cock inside her. She then felt his spasms begin, with a huge thrust from below, as he took his pleasure at last.

“Shit, I’m coming!!!” He yelled, thrusting upward with all his strength. Funny, he missed his workout today, but he didn’t mind one bit. He pumped his spunk inside her, thrusting over and over. This was lovemaking par excellence. At last, they both calmed down, satisfied. Grace reached for a cigarette. “You are marvelous, dahling.”

“As are you, my dear.” He lay next to her, watched as she lit up.

Too bad she lived in Seattle. He could see making a go of this for awhile.

But perhaps it was best with a long distance relationship. Kept things fresh.

Tim said, “I’m actually tired now. That wait in the hospital was a real drain.”

Grace replied, “I know, it sure was. I’m getting tired myself. And besides, we drank more tonight than yesterday too.”

“True.” Tim took care of himself, but he did drink nearly every day. It was his only real vice.

“Well, I’m going to go home, you can get some rest, and what say we go somewhere outside the city tomorrow?”

“What about canlı bahis siteleri the case?” Grace wasn’t sure going out of town was a good idea.

“It’ll keep ’til the suspects are ready to talk. I don’t think any of them are flight risks, especially with Jill in the hospital. And if they were, it would be simple to just get Greg’s plane to land someplace.” He wanted to give them a couple of days to reconnect with Jill, get used to her brush with death.

“If you think that’s Ok,” Grace said. She still was reluctant to do that, but after all, it was his case, not hers.

“I’m sure of it.” He stretched, kissed her softly, teased her nipple into rigidity.

“I thought you were tired,” she said, slowly becoming aroused again. She hadn’t felt like this in years.

“I thought you were tired too,” he replied. Was she ready for another round? Didn’t seem possible considering how many times she came just then.

Tim’s questions were answered when she lay on her back, motioned him to her. “Please eat me out, I want your tongue inside me…” she whimpered.

“My pleasure.” Tim scooted down the bed to gain full access between her still-quivering thighs. He slid his tongue between her pussy lips, felt for her clit with his mouth. He gently sucked on it, making her eyes roll back in her head.

“Mmy God, that’s good….” She was rising along the climax rollercoaster, feeling her body respond to the movements of his tongue. He slipped his index finger inside her, massaging her G-spot like the first time they made love. Grace surrendered to the double stimulation of his tongue on her clit and fingers inside her pussy, began to shake, rolling back and forth on the bed. Then, suddenly, her toes curled, legs tensed, and her torso bucked and shook as another orgasm rumbled through her system. “AHHHHHHH, OH MY GOD!!!!” She was again launched into the stratosphere by the talents of her Reno lover.

Feeling her climax made Tim’s cock hard. Almost without thinking, he scooted up to kiss her. She tasted herself on his mouth, exciting her even further. Before he reentered her, he teased her clit with the tip of his penis, a move designed to make her beg for him. It worked.

“Put your cock inside me, now…” she whined. Her legs were already shaking, and her vagina was swelling, preparing itself for more penetration. It wasn’t fair that he was taking such advantage of her. Just because he was huge. Not only in his body, but he was as well-endowed as he was well-muscled.

He entered her pulsing vagina without resistance, sliding in to the hilt.

They slowed their lovemaking this time, making it tender, making it last. Tim was in complete control now; his first climax was tough to hold back, but now he had his second wind. Grace, meanwhile, was just happy to have a man inside her; especially one who was as wonderful in bed as he was. They slowly explored the joys of soft lovemaking, barely breathing, barely moving. Arms and legs interlocking, kissing with tenderness, feeling each others’ pulse in unison, bodies locked in the ageless dance.

It felt like Tantric sex—almost motionless, letting the small sensations created by a breath, a stroke along a muscle, a slight quiver—become deep pools for reflection, and for rest. Their souls became intertwined along with their bodies. The idea was to meld physical, emotional, and psychic desires into one all-encompassing whole.

But eventually their passionate natures began to assert themselves, as Tim thrust harder into Grace’s love tunnel, and Grace began to thrust back with equal energy. After a few minutes, they were pounding each other with pure abandon, each of them grunting and gasping as their mutual peaks shattered the night.

After they were done, Tim said, “If we keep this up, I may have to move to Seattle.”

Grace replied, “No, if we’re close, we’ll get tired of each other. Let’s just do this every few months, OK?”

“Sounds good. Smoke?”

“Thanks.” Grace took a long drag, contemplated what she’d proposed.

And why not? They were both consenting adults.

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Not a bad pad. Okay, it’s a three-bedroom house that backs on a golf course. It’s on a quiet street in a small southern town. Well, okay, it’s really a suburb of Orlando, Florida, but it has the small town feel despite three banks on the corner, a Publix and an Albertsons, two Chinese restaurants and a sports bar. You get my drift?

I saw the ad in the paper on a Sunday and by the first of the month, I was moved in. Fifty-five years old. Nope, never married. Close a couple of times, but no cigar. Girl friends? Oh yeah! Serious relationships? Okay, two. But nobody moved in. Nothing binding like that. No not for William Jackson. First of all, moved around too much.

Wrote adventure stories and did some free lance investigative reporting in Thailand, Sri Lanka and Tibet. Caught parasites in my gut, got thrown in jail twice for being too nosy and got lucky by getting bailed out by the Embassy and told to get the hell back to the States and find some new ground for adventure.

So, screw that. Now I write adventure stuff full time. Short stories. One book a year. Enough for a comfortable house like this and the Mini Cooper that sips gas. This place gives me peace and quiet. I can hear cows and horses from time to time and so far in this first week in the house, nobody is bugging me.

People next door on one side have two teenagers that play hoops after school and on weekends incessantly. Folks on the other side, I don’t know. They moved in the weekend I found the house, so they are only here a week or so more than me. Haven’t seen anybody there as yet.

I leave for the gym at five thirty every morning and a BMW and a truck are in their driveway and by the time I’m back at eight thirty they are both gone, so I guess they both work, assuming it is just two people living there. They have a pool. I don’t. Who needs that maintenance nightmare? The gym has a great Olympic pool and I’m in it three times a week.

So, that’s me. I took what was the family room in this house and made it my office with reference books and the computer and all the plaques and pictures on the wall.

I am too old for the club scene and don’t go to church. So, outside of the gym, I don’t really know anybody yet. But I’m researching writers’ groups and I’ll connect. A hermit I am not, although writing is a solitary gig, let me tell you.

First weekend here. I am back from the gym by nine, this being Saturday, my day to do nothing. No writing, no research. Just read and nap and maybe write some letters. Who am I kidding? E-mails. Nobody writes letters any more.

So, I’m dusting some book jackets when I hear this god awful racket from next door. What the hell is that?”

I open my front door and look out. Yep, it is coming from next door. The truck is gone but the BMW is in the driveway. I keep the Mini in the garage, but a lot of people in this neighborhood treat the garage as storage central. So anyway the racket is coming from back of the house next door. And it is getting louder. Then from around the edge of the screen covered pool behind the house, here comes a power mower.

And behind the power mower there is a girl. Okay, a lady. Quick size up puts her at about thirty-five. Short. I’m talking like five three max. Short blonde hair. She is wearing a bikini string top which is gutsy in a suburban Orlando neighborhood on a Saturday morning. Because she’s got boobs to die for. They stick out like headlights. They don’t jiggle as she maneuvers the power mower.

She is wearing shorts. Short shorts. And she has the legs of a mountain climber. I remember one time I lectured at Cornell. Ithaca, New York is all hills and the college girls had legs like mountain climbers. I like that. Strong, short legs.

She has this determined look on her face and is sweating. Okay, call me weird, but girls sweating turn me on. I’m standing in my driveway in my sweat pants and a tee shirt and I’m staring as she comes around the corner of the house and actually pushes the freaking mower along the side of the house.

I mean a Florida summer and this little lady with incredible boobs and those strong legs is pushing a lawn mower. Me? I have a lawn service. But if I didn’t, my mower would be self propelled. Oh, yeah. But I’m really happy in a perverse sort of way that her’s isn’t.

She looks up and smiles at me and it is dazzling. She is beautiful! White, white teeth. Just enough of a tan to show that she gets out in the sun, like mowing her lawn, but not enough to be one of those bronzed Floridians whose face will turn to leather when they hit fifty.

I nod and give her a half wave. She turns off the mower. “Hey!” She calls.

“Hey yourself!” I call back.

She is standing behind the mower and breathing deeply. I see little rivulets of sweat running down between those incredible breasts. “You just move in?”

“Yes ma’m. And if I’m not mistaken, you guys were moving in the first weekend I looked at the house.”

“Right!” She says. “Noticed you that morning.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. bahis firmaları I like the Mini Cooper.”

Oh, yeah. Me too. Notice you drive a Beemer.”

“Yeah, my little baby.”

Okay, enough of this shit. I stride across the driveway and right up to her. The eyes are blue. “Bill.” I say. “Bill Jackson.”

There’s the smile again. And dimples when she does. Man! “Dorothy. Dorothy Marsh.”

I reach out a paw and she takes it. Little, little hands.

“How come you mow your own lawn? Florida, in the summer time?”

The grin comes out again, complete with dimples. “I like the exercise. Mow the lawn, wash the car…you know.” She brushes back her short hair. “You live alone?”

“Umm…yeah. I see two cars – well the Beemer and a truck in your driveway.”

The smile again. “Just me and my boyfriend. He’s a drag racer and works for his family in an auto parts business. You?”

I shrug. Didn’t think it would get this personal so fast. “I’m a writer. Used to be a reporter traveling the world. Getting old for that.”

She looks me up and down, really slow like a scanner at the airport. “You don’t look that old.”

I chuckle. “Well, old is a relative term. I see your car out early. So, I figure you work, right?’

“Yep. Believe it or not, I’m a software engineer.” Again the smile.

“Oh – I believe it. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, even in today’s world a woman, well…you know.”

The sun is really hot. I’m sweating through the tee shirt. “Hold on a sec!” I say, holding up a finger. I back up into the garage where there is an extra refrigerator. I pull out two bottles of water, Run back outside and hand one to her.

“Well,” she says, “thanks! I better get back to mowing before I melt.”

“How come the drag racer doesn’t do the duty?” Now that is not nice, I know, but I really, really want to know the story here.

She rubs the bottle across her forehead and then puts it between those headlight breasts. She shivers a little. I am turned on. “Well, he’s got his thing and I’ve got mine. I love the exercise, hot or not. I always have a lot of excess energy to work off, it seems.”

Man, there is an opening, but I do not take it. I salute her with the bottle, she starts the roaring mower again and I head back in the house.

I noticed a small tear in the screen on the patio in the back of my house the day before. Now I’m not about to tear it out and put in a new one. Hell, it’s a small tear. So I get a strip of transparent tape and go out and tape the tear from the outside.

Now my screened patio is right across from Lawn Mower Lady’s pool. The space between the houses is adequate but not like an acre or anything, so the pool is close and you can hear conversation in my patio or in their pool.

I just finish the taping when I hear the door to their patio open and there she is. This time the bikini top is still there, but the shorts have been replaced with a bikini bottom that really shows off those strong legs. Also I notice some ripples on the taut stomach. Lawn Mower Lady has an almost six pack!

On her patio it’s about two steps from the door to the pool and she comes down the little stairs into the pool. She slides in up to her neck and just sits there. I see she’s got a wine glass in her hand. Class.

She looks over and sees me looking at her, holding the tape in my hand. She waves the glass at me. I wave the tape back. “Want to come over for a dip? You look hot. – I mean really, really warm.” She giggles and puts a hand up to her mouth.

I laugh back. “Why thanks. You sure it’s okay?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

Right. Stupid. “Yeah, well give me a minute.” I go in the house, grab my trunks from the bedroom closet, tear off the sweats, Reeboks and socks and go out the patio door. Three steps later I’m at Lawn mower Lady’s patio door. I go in and see that now she’s got the wine bottle on a table and another glass. She is back in the pool.

“Some Pinot Grigio?”

“Love it!”

“Help yourself and come on in.”

So, I pour a half glass and ease down those little stairs into the pool. It’s not heated, but in weather like this, the water is an easy eighty degrees. I move over next to her and we tip glasses. “The boyfriend work on Saturday?”

“Harry? Yeah. Until about four. Then he’ll come home and we go to the drag races out at Colonial Dragway.”

“You a big fan?”

She takes a sip of the wine and puts her glass on the edge of the pool. She lifts both hands out of the water and spills water on her head and shoulders. As she does, her breasts move up to the top of the bikini and I am getting an eyeful.

“Well, I like the people out there. The noise is a bit much and he doesn’t spend a whole lot of time with me, what with the car and his crew and all.” She extends those strong legs out and begins kicking, making a little water movement. “And you, Bill, what do you do in your free time?”

I shrug my shoulders. “Afraid I’m pretty structured. I take Saturday to completely let the batteries kaçak iddaa re-charge. I have a deadline on two or three articles I have due. I work out six days a week early in the morning, go on line for research, write, edit and well, that’s about it.” I am standing in the water which is only about four feet deep. I put my glass on the edge of the pool next to her. As I do, I brush her shoulder with my arm. No, not on purpose!

She gives me a look that could say is that all or why did you do that or nothing. “Oh c’mon, Bill! You must do more than that! Obviously you are not married. Where is the significant other?”

I shake my head. “Nope. None. And I just moved up here from Miami. Don’t know anybody. Trying to get into a couple of writing groups but I’ve only been here a week, remember. I’m too old for clubbing and don’t go to church. So, what’s an old fart to do?”

She laughs a very throaty laugh. “Old fart? Hardly. You’ll get grabbed up as soon as you find your groove.”

We are right next to each other. She is still lazily kicking her legs. As they swing back she catches the side of my leg about every third kick. Doesn’t hurt and I don’t move.

She turns her head to me. What great eyes! “So tell me about your writing.”

“Not much to tell. I have always been a free lancer. Allowed me to go into some uncharted waters. Not too smart a lot of the time. Got into some scrapes, was asked, not too gently, by the State Department to come back to the States and stay here.” I shrug. “So, here I am.”

“Why’d you leave Miami?” This time the leg comes back, snares my leg and stays there, rubbing my calf with her foot. I can’t ignore it, but I do my best.

“Too much like a big city. Too Spanish to tell you the truth. I spent a lot of time in Central America. Got shot at. Got stabbed – in Colombia, not Miami! But I wanted a real change.”

The foot stops its rubbing. “Stabbed! Where?”

I lift my arm out of the water. “Right her along the ribs.” I run my finger down the scar. It’s healed, but you can feel it.

She half turns to me, takes her hand and puts it right where my finger was. She gently strokes my scar. If she looks in the water now she will see a tent forming in my trunks.

“Wow!” She says, those blue eyes now thoroughly engaged in mine. “What an exciting life!” The hand has not stopped. Neither has my hard on.

We are so close now that her breasts are actually touching my chest. I don’t want to make a move for a couple of reasons. One, she might slash me with a wine glass and two, I don’t know how close we are to boyfriend coming home time.

Her hand comes out of the water and up to my face. Damn! I should have shaved this morning, but man, it’s Saturday! She strokes my cheek and leans into me. What the hell! I lean my face towards her and she covers the distance. We kiss. Gently, but for a long time. We pull apart simultaneously.

She puts her head under water and comes up quickly. “Oh God!” She says, and puts both hands on her face. “I’m sorry! I don’t know what hit me! Forgive me?”

I put my hands over hers. “Nothing to forgive. That was very sweet. Now, I better be going.” Yeah, easy to say. But Willie the hard on is still at attention. Well, maybe I can keep my back turned.

She is just sitting in the water as I climb out. I have to turn around to get to the door and damn! Willie is at attention, still. She is looking at me. Right at my crotch.

“Well,” she says softly, “at least I can still do that.”

“Yes m’am,” I reply just as softly. “That and more.”

I walk the few steps to my own patio, open the door and hurry in the house. As I do I hear the roar of a powerful truck pulling up next door. Whew!

******

Sundays are special. I go to the gym which is affiliated with the one I belonged to in Miami. I swim my mile, come home, make myself pancakes, clean the bathrooms, vacuum the rug which it needs after movers. And the New York Times. My one vice. Sunday Times. I eat and read and sit and read. An hour, maybe more.

Then it’s time for work. I’m sitting there at the dining room table in my shorts, no shirt and reading the book review section when there is a tap on the door to the patio. I had unlocked it in my routine when I swept the patio this morning.

I turn in my chair and my God! It’s Dorothy the Lawn Mower lady! I get up and go to the glass door and swing it open. “Hey!” I say.

She steps in. She is wearing like a moo-moo and bare feet. “I could say I came to borrow a cup of sugar, but why lie?” She says it with her head hanging down just a bit.

“Well, I got sugar…but..” Okay, I’m stuck for an answer. And my mind, always full of conspiracy theories is already developing a story. He came home, saw two wine glasses by the pool, she confessed, she came over to accuse me or apologize and then he’ll show up and beat me with a tire iron.

She looks up at me. The blue eyes seem to be blazing. “Yesterday, when we were next to each other in the pool, I felt this electricity kaçak bahis like I haven’t in a long, long time. When I kissed you I felt so embarrassed, but you kissed back, and…”

We are about six inches apart, standing n the middle of my living room. “Whoa!” I say. “Wait a minute. Come here and sit down.” I lead her to the couch. It is a big living room with those twelve foot ceilings that they are finally building into Florida homes. I have two wing chairs and a sofa facing the TV set and a Herman Miller chair in one corner with a light over it where I do my reading and research.

She sits next to me, right on the edge of the couch. She looks around the room. Then she looks back at me and smiles. “Nice.”

“Thanks.” I’m still feeling my way here. “Look, Dorothy, you have nothing to feel guilty or ashamed of. It was a beautiful moment.”

She half turns to me. I can see her breasts outlined against the dress. I swear she has no bra on this morning. “I don’t feel guilty. I want to know if you meant that kiss.”

How the hell do I answer that one? “Well, yeah. I mean of course I did. Like I said, it was a beautiful moment.”

“That’s all?”

“Well, okay. Look you are a beautiful woman. You were wearing a bikini. I haven’t been with a woman in well, a long time. I was turned on. Big time. But I am sensitive about turf. You live with your boyfriend. Is he home this morning?”

That broke the mood, but I had to know. She laughed that hearty laugh. “No silly. The car semi blew up last night and he’s at the shop.”

“Oh. Okay. Good. I mean, well, yeah. It was a beautiful moment.”

“And no more.”

“I didn’t say that. I just don’t know what this is yet. I mean, we met yesterday and I’m really attracted to you. More than I should be.”

“What do you mean ‘more than you should be'”.

“Well hell Dorothy – you are living with a guy. We just met. I do have some rules, some morals.”

“Oh.” She lowers her head and folds her hands in her lap. “Then, I am sorry. I don’t want to embarrass you.”

I reach over and take her chin in my hand. I lift her head. “Embarrass me? Lady, you don’t know. It took three glasses of wine and an Advil PM for me to sleep last night.”

She takes my hand in her small one. “Look. Harry and I have been together for three years. He doesn’t want to get married and frankly neither do I. The sex when we met was incredible. The whole drag racing scene was exciting for me. I’m a software engineer for God sake! But time moves on. He’s put on thirty pounds in the past two years. We haven’t made love in over a month. I swear he gets off on his car. I don’t like the smell of exhaust and gasoline anymore and then you show up next door…” By now she is squeezing my hand to the point where the blood is cut off.

“Shhh,” I say.

She sighs and sits back on the couch, her head on the back cushion. She lets go of my hand and crosses her arms under her breasts. Nope. No bra.

“Look,” I say, still feeling my way, “I felt it too. My God, when you ran your hand over my scar I thought I’d boil the water in the pool. Question is, what do you want to do about it?”

By now I’m also sitting back with my head next to hers. She reaches over and takes my face in both hands and kisses me full on the mouth. Softly then hard Then I feel her tongue and answer it with mine. She puts her arms around me as best she can and I do the same. She pulls me to my feet. There is a coffee table in front of the couch so I take her hand and lead her around it.

We are standing in the middle of the living room kissing and holding each other. I kiss her neck and she starts to breathe harder. She takes her arms from around me and pulls my shorts down. Willie is back at attention. She reaches for me and feels him through my jockeys. She groans slightly.

I grab her moo-moo around the waist and lift it up. She takes her hand away and puts her hands over her head. I slip the dress over her head. She is totally naked underneath.

I step back and look at her. The breasts, as I imagined are large melons, standing straight up. The nipples are red and round and hard and very long. The stomach is breathing in and out and is yeah, buffed. Between those strong legs, now so straight is a light touch of blonde hair. A natural!

She reaches for me and we are pressed against one another again. I take her by the hand and lead her into my bedroom. Thank God I vacuumed and made the freaking bed! I am holding her hand with one of mine as I take down the spread that Adolpho, the decorator in Miami made me buy and pull the covers back. She holds me very close once more, sits on the edge of the bed and pulls my jockeys down the rest of the way.

She looks up at me with a little smile and the dimples. One hand reaches out and holds Willie. He loves it. Then she takes him in both hands. He responds with just a little pre-cum on the tip. She uses that to lather him a bit. Then she reaches one arm behind me, takes my buttocks and pulls me to her. The geometrics of the bed and my height put him at face level. She takes him in her mouth and softly begins to move her tongue around his head. She pulls back and forth slowly, taking more and more until he is fully inside her mouth.

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I would envision an open space for at least ten minutes before I pulled into the small parking lot at the Echo Canyon trailhead. I learned the technique about 30 years ago and it seems to work most of the time. I simply visualize an available space-which typically presents itself seconds before I arrive. It has to do with putting a strong suggestion out there for someone else to consider as an option. A person might vacate a slot moments before they intended to or they may pass up a space for an unknown reason because they had a “feeling” they should. It works…and it worked on this beautiful Saturday morning in September.

This hike, which would take about 35 minutes as a solo workout, or an hour if done casually, is rigorous at a minimum. I had a routine. Pull in, tighten my shoes, sling on my hydro-pack, secure the hat or bandana, and hit a button on my watch as I passed the first step of the trail. I could fit this fantastic workout into an hour and a half- door-to-door. I often visualize meeting a beautiful woman on this trail.

The scenery is what makes it fantastic. First, the Swiss-cheese-like formation of red sandstone is also layered and marbled with granite. Next, the 360-degree view at the top of Camelback treats you to a full panorama of the suburbia, the airport and downtown buildings. There are spectacular mansions spreading out from the base of the mountain and a near complete circle of mountains 10-30 miles away.

But the real motivating scenery has to do with the other hikers. The people who do this as a workout are human body enthusiasts in the middle of one of the wealthiest neighborhoods of the country. They are often the hottest people on earth. Men are handsome and fit of course but the hot athletic women wear the smallest, thinnest, and tightest clothes they can get away with. The trail is mostly single-track and often only a footprint wide with steeps that require most to use the railings and chains. Hikers are often either passing or being passed by a woman in a tight wet outfit. Muscled legs, tight Asses, and ripped midsections are primal motivators for me.

As I exited my truck I heard a voice ask “Sir- would you happen to have a coat hanger?” I turned around with a smile to greet the woman, “Sir?… I’m a Sir to you?- you can call me Jay.” She apologized “I’m Liz- sorry to bother you- I locked my keys in my car.” Like most men would, I immediately consulted the archives of car access techniques, assessed our current environment and current time elapsing and considered the possibilities in the universe of Liz and me. Within a few seconds, my unquenchable yearning to connect with the opposite sex assessed this amazing woman and the probability of consummation. It was low. I smiled “Weirdly- I DO have a coat hanger and I think I can help you. Have you ever used a wire hanger for this before?” “No”, she said, “but I’ve locked my keys in the car before and have seen it done.”

The second weird thing about this situation was that she had placed her single loose car key on the left armrest of the car door as she readied herself for her hike. When she was ready, Liz pressed down the door lock and closed the door. The loose key then moved just enough to extend the hole of the key over the edge of the arm rest- just shy of falling off the ledge and into the void to the left of the seat. As I snaked the hanger wire into the top of the door molding – Liz asked if I was going for the door lock itself. She was close and watching every movement. I inhaled the aroma from the skin of her exposed shoulders, her shoulder-length highlighted straight hair and her sweet breath before I answered. The hooked end of the wire caught the hole in the key and we were done in about 60 seconds.

This totally amazed both of us and she gripped my arm as she thanked me. A shiver went through me as her hand lingered. I answered her gratuitous repayment offer by insisting she join me for a coffee the next morning. My schedule was committed, and this was the soonest and most benign counter offer I could think of. She quickly agreed but said she couldn’t meet until later in the week. My heart sank, but I made her commit to meeting as she wrote down her number on a piece of a road map. I could hardly expect more after knowing her for about five minutes. Then it occurred to me that she was starting the hike as well. It seems bizarre now that I was serious enough about this particular workout to leave her as soon as I had a coffee date lined up. I apologized with mixed messages of intense interest in her and a preference to commence sweating. I pressed the button on my watch and took off.

I proceeded to do a lot more visualizing. A former girlfriend of mine had a girlfriend who wanted to meet me. We met her at this same trailhead one afternoon. She wore small black knit shorts and an inappropriate thin silk crop-top. As I hiked and climbed with these two exhibitionists it was difficult to keep my erection illegal bahis in check. I preferred to be behind them following their form as they moved but occasionally looking down on them ascending behind me was as pleasurable. They were putting on a deliberate and very sexy show for me and for everyone else- it’s just who they were. There are lots of women like that who frequent this mountain. It’s a work out to be sure but the swollen muscles, sweat and nipples pressing against wet fabric were always a wonderful treat. We had some epic sex later that day and much later a sex party…the idea of which originated during this hike…but that is another story.

I’ve been on this trail so many times my body goes into autopilot. I can look back and have no recollection of foot placements and handgrips over the previous 100 vertical feet. I must be solving a lot of problems during this separation of mind and body. This time of course, my mind was on Liz. I looked back a couple of times and caught her watching my movements. She had obviously been on this trail a few times. Her somewhat stiff body movement was like that of an athlete who hadn’t worked out in a year.

Liz was about 5’8″ and she moved and flowed with purpose in her black yoga pants and bra-top tank. I lost sight of her halfway up the mountain and decided to wait on the summit. I would normally descend after a minute on top but figured that I had got most of my heart-pounding workout done and I had some work yet to do on Liz. She was smiling as she summited, and she was conscious that her much-earned perspiration was changing the way her outfit accentuated her breasts, waist and ass. She embraced it- she knew she looked good and she knew I noticed. We took five minutes at the top and headed down together. Liz agreed to run the flats with me, which was awesome for a few reasons.

By the time we hit the parking lot – my attempts to upgrade the coffee date resulted only in a solid commitment for Thursday morning- and it was sealed with a long hug.

Liz had just graduated from a pharmacist school in Colorado, got licensed and accepted a job with a big drug store chain as a “floater” with an $85,000 salary. She hadn’t done anything except study and test for a solid 12 months. She was 26. She loved feeling good, looking good, and having fun.

On Wednesday I called her to confirm the time and location. As we discussed options I sensed an opportunity to upgrade the coffee to sushi. She had been thinking about me. We agreed to the sushi restaurant and I gave her vague directions before suggesting and visualizing that she just meets me at my home. She wasn’t comfortable with that. I didn’t want to scare her, so I quickly acquiesced. Liz called back ten minutes later and suggested that it would be easier to meet at my home so I gave her my address.

I love the sensation and excitement of possibility. Liz was a fair-skinned beautiful and sensual woman- and that was when she was working out. I had no expectations, but I am definitely an optimist when an attractive woman is on her way. She had a casual air about her, but I sensed that she was pretty excited as she prepared for our date. My home was clean, beds and pillows were perfect, and I had candles lit. I had every reasonable beverage option on hand.

I caught a glimpse of Liz as she walked up the path to my front door. I barely had time to close my jaw and erase the shock from my face before the door swung open. Liz had on a short, thin cotton spaghetti strap dress and was wearing tan heeled strap sandals. The dress was dark blue with a floral print and was not really substantial enough to cover a bra- so there was none. This was the moment I knew that in her mind, I had gone from a maybe to a sure thing. When a sure thing is unveiling- I always slow things down and let the experience build. Once you know that a crescendo is inevitable- why wouldn’t you want to make it the best, longest-lasting and most intense event you can imagine.

I had a bottle of red Zin opened, tasted and breathing. When Liz saw it she matter-of-factly said she would love some wine. I sat opposite her in the living room to drink her in. She re-arranged her legs a lot. She leaned in when she laughed. I was really happy and excited about the evening. She was feeling good about us also and twenty minutes flew by before I suggested we go to dinner. Before we pulled out of my neighborhood- I said I needed to get something out of the way and leaned over and kissed her. It was one long five-second kiss and later she told me that this kiss was the moment she knew we were going to make love.

At Shogun she tried to out-order me and our sushi-chef did what he could to ensure our coupling. Sharing sushi side-by-side can be very sexy. We kissed with Saki lips. She stared into my eyes when her lips maneuvered the beans out of the edamame. At this point I knew that not only was the sushi delaying love making, we probably never illegal bahis siteleri needed to leave the house. I had a feeling that there was something else here. It was early and in charting a course for at least two more dates, I suggested we go somewhere special for a cocktail.

There is so much to Liz. She is intelligent and deliberate. She is alternately quick, thoughtful, clever, quiet and loud. She is beautiful. The understated seductive eye make-up and dark cherry red lips belied Liz’s lightly freckled face and naturalness. She wasn’t suggestive, and she wasn’t trying to alter a natural trajectory. In fact, it seemed she wasn’t trying to do anything or be anyone other than herself. Although I slowed the inevitable – we were still walking each other into an evening that we both wanted to be beautiful. As we drifted into the bar area of Sanctuary heads were turning to watch her dress float between people. I moved closer and put my arm around her as our lips met and as they parted she was asking what we were drinking. “Martinis”, I say. “Goose, dirty, with two garlic olives, and two wedges of lime”. The bartender somehow heard me, and they were done and in our hands at the same time my hand discovered that Liz had no panties on.

The bar and restaurant windows overlook dozens of illuminated palm trees and a valley of lit-up homes. I didn’t feel like sharing Liz with the other patrons, so I nudged her toward the door and we gazed at the view from the patio. She gasped at the beauty of the lit pool below us and suggested we take our martinis to the lounge chairs. I thought it was a great idea as it was romantic, quiet, and somewhat secluded. We gulped them a bit to reduce spillage on our way to the pool level and encountered a locked gate. Liz looked purely delicious holding our two martinis while the old credit card slide trick opened it, impressed Liz, and got us to the corner of the pool where the negative edge started.

I started toward a chaise while she shed a shoe and dipped her toes in the water. “Let’s go for a swim”, I suggested tentatively. She said, “I don’t have anything to wear but I’m game if you are.” Situational awareness leapt to the forefront of my brain as I glanced around. The pool area was absolutely empty because it was probably closed. Except for the couple of ripples made by Liz’s toes the pool was absolutely serene. A soft pouring sound came from the other side of the negative edge. There was no one on the balcony, but I could see that a few diners would have a view of us through glass and balcony furniture if they weren’t looking at the stars. There might have been a floodlight or two I could have unscrewed but the clock was ticking. It could be 10, maybe even 20 minutes before anyone kicked us out so we had little time to ponder the risks.

I kicked off my shoes and unbuttoned my shirt. Before I got to my belt Liz was walking her fine body down the pool steps. She turned and smiled at me as I dropped my jeans and walked toward her. I was absolutely mesmerized and rock hard. I got to the bottom step and her breasts rose out of the water as she stood up to meet me. We instantly embraced. We moved and squirmed to maximize flesh-to-flesh contact and when we were sure we were there, we paused, and we breathed a heavy sigh together before our lips touched. Our tongues met for the first time in a thousand years, for they surely had known each other in another time. We were on fire and we were both certain that we would never forget whatever was about to happen.

As our tongues danced Liz moved and twisted, rose up on her toes and then lowered to position my cock pointing down with the head pressing firmly against her clitoris. We devoured each other as Liz rocked her hips and never broke the contact between cock and clit. We both realized at the same time that we were surely cutting our time short if we continued above the water line. We moved toward a short section of pool edge, just near the steps in four feet of water. Liz backed up to it and grabbed my waist as I followed. She guided our hips together and used them to position me downward again.

I don’t know if it’s true for other men but forcing my erection straight down increases nerve sensitivity in the whole phallus. We stayed there for a bit and spoke without words. She gave me 100% of her trust and I gave her the same. Liz studied herself in the reflection of my eyes. I squinted and studied the two gates, a spa entrance and the restaurant balcony. I saw a pair of distracted ladies facing each other at the end of a dining table looking right at us but perhaps talking about their delinquent juveniles at home.

It was an effective angle for me- but for Liz the view was of a starry sky, a silhouetted mountain and the valley’s lights below. And all of that was behind several illuminated palm trees that were right on the other side of the negative edge six feet behind my back. Liz sensed my confidence and canlı bahis siteleri wrapped her thighs around my hips. My fingers reached to caress her erect nipple. With desire and intent, she gripped and inserted me into her heat. Her expression said, “You’re going to love this”. It was a magnificent plunge.

I started close to her and with small strokes. It was another slowdown, but I also really liked kissing her. It only took her a second to agree. We kissed and explored as if it were foreplay an hour earlier. We had laser focus and our kisses and touches injected more fantasy into our minds. As I increased my depth and rhythm Liz stretched her arms along the edge of the pool, arched, and pushed her hips to me. She laid her head back, spread her legs wide and breathed a low, “Oh yeah!” I glanced around at the points of risk and saw nothing. As I started thrusting harder I realized the friction and heaviness of moving through water was going to add exertion and attract attention, so I coasted for a couple of minutes. It was a natural adjustment and we savored the sensations. Knowing you can cum in five seconds at any time but stalling for twenty minutes is the best of all aphrodisiacs.

She smiled at me once in a while for no reason. She read my face and turned on her side. We wanted more, and it was time to push the limits of endurance. My arm locked one of her thighs tight against my chest and I gripped her ass with the other hand. Her other leg floated down through my legs and she straight-armed the pool edge. This was the strongest and most leveraged position and it would provide for the deepest pounding available. Liz wanted to help me deliver the most power possible. I opened up my throttle and sneaked a quick glance at the ladies- they were now gazing directly at us but this time they weren’t talking. I didn’t care- we were both on the home stretch.

Liz’s intensifying moans were directing my rhythm. Without looking at me she asked, “Don’t cum inside me, ok?” She was very focused on a building orgasm and she seemed to answer her own question by whispering, “OK”, at the end of a large exhale. Her breathing was deep and beautiful as I approached a point of no return. Deep full-throated strokes tested her strength. The muscles in her neck and arms swelled as she pushed off the edge.

The ladies saw me as a wave machine with a woman’s leg bent over my shoulder. If closer, they would have seen my chest, neck and face straining and fighting the inevitability of release. Liz was cuming when those five seconds commenced. Two, three and I backed out on four. As I released the pressure and fell backward in orgasm Liz released the pool edge and floated with me. Her legs sank, and we were back in each other’s arms. We were looking at each other with amazement when she glanced down and pointed out my cum swirling through the water like cigarette smoke in a stillroom. She loved that. We kissed with the same wanton lust as before.

We moved to the negative edge and hung our arms over the side to catch our breath. Liz mentioned that anyone who hadn’t seen us already would probably see she doesn’t have a top on. I covered her up from behind; first over her shoulders with my frame and then from underneath with a luscious exploration of her chest.

My mind was pleasantly in dopamine overdose and I was in disbelief that my erection was still fairly strong. Liz felt it of course and manipulated it back into her pussy without using her hands. Each new movement was now accompanied by a small wave sliding over the edge of the pool. I timed my thrusts to the landing of the waves down below. It was the risk and euphoria of the situation that kept me hard. I was amazed at first but embraced it all as I felt another orgasm welling up inside of me. I whispered in her ear and asked if she was going to cum again- she huskily said, “I’m cuming NOW…”.

I typically don’t have precise control on the second orgasm like I do on the first so between expecting to get busted and those words from her breathy lips the journey to my second climax in about twenty minutes accelerated. I was five seconds away when I heard a water splash behind me. There were two men in bathing suits walking away from the other pool steps…one of them had wet legs. With a glance back at us I could see that they had come for a late-night swim- seen our activity and decided to leave.

I exploded into the water again and this time Liz reached around and grabbed my cock to help finish me off. She wouldn’t let go of me—seemingly to apologize for having to force it away from paradise and back into the open water.

I heard a gate close and finally the event we were expecting was upon us. A short dark man in a brown security uniform slowly walked toward us, stopped at the pool steps we had descended, paused to scan our bodies through the water and politely announced that the property does not permit nude swimming…or anything else nude. I smiled, apologized and asked if we could have a few minutes (my engorged cock was still in Liz’s hand). “I’m sorry sir,” he answered, “I am instructed to see that you are clothed and if you are not a guest of the hotel, to see you out of the pool gate”.

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The Butt Of Choice — Part 1

It was my son’s 21st birthday. He asked if I could fly in from Boise to Kansas City and spend the weekend with him. Since I hadn’t seen him much since he came back from his deployment and he lived with me for a year to get back into the world, I said yes, as long as I could stay in a hotel and he let me ride his motorcycle. He agreed.

I flew in after work on a Friday morning and arrived in KC around noon. Lew picked me up and we went to the hotel.

“Dad, I’m really happy you could make it. The guys have something planned and I think that you might need to be my wingman.”

“Wingman? What are the guys planning?”

“No one is talking. They won’t tell me. Their wives won’t tell me.”

“I know. Women are the source of all confusion in the known and unknown universe.

“Do you mind if the party gets a little wild?”

“Define wild.”

“You know the normal stuff. Strippers and strippers and a few strippers.”

“Great! I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Ok, dad. Sleep good.”

My son dropped me off at the hotel and after a shower, I fell asleep.

In the morning, Lew picked me up and we were off. He drove, and we made small talk, until I had to ask.

“Ok, son, what’s on the agenda?”

“Well dad, this is a bit of a shared party. I was informed this morning that some of the entertainment was for your benefit as well as mine.”

“Meaning what?”

“I guess, for some reason, my friends think that you need to have a girlfriend.”

“And where would they get an idea like that?”

“From me. When mom divorced you 10 years ago, you went into a deep funk and are only now climbing out of it. My friends remember you from when we were a family and you were so much fun. They like you a lot. They’re always asking about you and I’m always telling them.”

“You tell them about me not dating?”

“It comes up.”

He pulled into the lot of a local strip club. There were already several cars parked outside and in the back. We got out and walked to the door. A very large man stopped us when we opened the door and asked for our ID’s. He looked at them and then at his clipboard and smiled.

“The two guests of honor! Welcome gents to the Taffy Pull.”

We entered to the sound of a deep booming bass and to the dark room with spotlights on a small stage and on the main stage. On the main stage there were two beautiful women dancing for some guys. I recognized a couple as being from my sons’ unit. They were his soldiers. One of them turned to see us and rushed to greet us.

“Hey Lew! Mr. Paul. How are you doing?”

“Pete, since when do you call me Mr. Paul?”

“Sorry. Hi Dad!”

I laughed out loud.

“Still wrong, but acceptable.”

I joined my son and the seven other men, and we sat and let the women entertain us. All but one of the women had large tits. Being a simple man, I was drawn to the one with the smaller, natural tits. I was shaking my head as the guys went nuts for one of the dancers who had massive fake boobs. Pete saw me and came over.

“Something wrong, Dad?”

“No, it’s just that these guys are going nuts over the fake tits and missing the beauty and real sexiness of these women’s butts.”

I began to explain, but the music was too loud. I went to the DJ booth and asked him to kill the music. When I explained that I was one of the guests of honor and I needed to say something he complied. The women froze, not knowing what to do.

“Guys, may I give you a little lesson that will make all of your lives better?”

Everyone agreed, and I hopped up on the stage. The bouncer looked at me and I waved. He smiled and gave me the ‘OK’ sign.

“Ladies, would you all join me on stage? Please.”

The six women joined me.

“Would you ladies please remove your illegal bahis bottoms for me?”

They looked to the door and the bouncer, who I later found out was the manager, nodded to them, so they all stripped off their thongs, well one was wearing ‘boy shorts’.

“Now ladies will you all please turn around, so your butts are facing the guys.”

They all turned.

“Please stand with your legs together. Guys, what you are looking at is six examples of butts. I’m going to move them around a bit.”

I gently took hold of arms and swapped positions of several of the ladies.

“Now we have them grouped by category. This tiny thing has the smallest butt. I would guess that she has a crack that is only about 8 inches long. We are looking from the top of the crack to the start of the taint. This beautiful woman has a butt that a man can take hold of and completely fill each hand. May I?”

She smiled and nodded. I walked around her to face her and put my arms around her and engulfed both of her cheeks, one with each hand.

“This is a tiny butt. My hands fit her butt really well. Now, would you please bend over?”

I moved and she bent over and grabbed her ankles.

“Now you see that her crack starts here and goes to here. By the way, you have a beautiful little pink starfish.”

“Thank you.”

“When you spread her cheeks, you will be able to see her entire package. Her entire butt, her pussy, and her anus. So if you were to, say get into a 69 with her, you would be able to access her entire package, great if you like that. I do.”

I patted her bottom and thanked her. She gave me a kiss on the cheek. I moved to the next girl.

“Here you see a different sort of tiny butt. I am going to guess that she is about the same distance from the top of her crack to her taint, but the cheek material is much larger. When she walks her cheeks jiggle just a little, which to me is like a flashing sign that says, ‘Open For Business’.”

“Hey.”

“What? If you walk across the stage with some jiggle, every man in the place will stop looking at the fake tits and watch you. I sure would. This woman, what is your name, my dear?”

“Bambi.”

“Of course! It had to be. Bambi here has the smallest tits but has the best most active butt. I could spend hours between her butt cheeks, just worshiping her.”

“Thank you.”

“You are welcome, Bambi.”

“Next we have…” I paused and looked at her.

“Summer.”

“Summer! And as you can see, Summer is a bit bigger in the bottom. If I saw things correctly when I came in, she does the…..um……is it twerk, when the butt gets humped up and down?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Sir? My name is Mick.”

“Yes, Mick, it is called twerking.”

“Summer, here twerks really well and since she has a bit of a more fleshy butt, it bounces around much more than the other ladies. Would you please bend over, Summer.”

“Sure.”

“You see as she bends her hips open and seem wider. If she is sitting on your face the view would be panoramic. It is also about 10 inches from the top of her crack to her taint.”

“Um…Mick?”

“Yes, Summer.”

“What’s a taint?”

The guys all laughed.

“May I touch you between your legs, Summer?”

“Sure.”

“This is the top of your butt cheek crack.”

I ran my finger down.

“This is your butthole. It is very nice, by the way.”

“Thank you.”

I slid my hand down further.

“This is where your butt ends and this…”

I moved my hand to her pussy.

“…. This is your pussy, but if I slid my finger back towards your butthole, there is a small area between your pussy and your butthole. It ain’t pussy and it ain’t butt. It ain’t either, hence it is the taint.”

“Oh! I get it.”

“Summer, I know several of the guys here that would love illegal bahis siteleri to kiss your taint.”

She smiled and looked at the guys, who drooled back like the knuckle dragging cavemen they were.

“Finally we come to….” I paused again.

“Chastity.”

“Perfect! Chastity has the longest butt crack at 12 inches. And as you can see her butt cheeks are a bit narrower that Summers. Can you twerk, dear?”

“Yes.”

She turned and twerked. Her butt did not move as much as Summer.

“Chastity has a great butt. As you can see it take both of my hands to hold one of her very nice cheeks.”

“Thank you, Mick.”

“You are welcome, Chastity.”

“Now you can see from looking at the two other ladies, they have flatter butt cheeks that don’t move much and it is quite obvious that they do not draw attention to their butts, but to their very large breasts instead. A wise business choice, since both have wonderful tits.”

“Ladies, if I may ask, did both of you have implants?”

One of the women raised her hand. I looked at the other and raised my eyebrows.

“My dear, THOSE are real and natural?”

“Yes.”

“Well no wonder your butt is small. Everything you have grew up front.”

She leaned over and gave my face a hug with her tits.

“So, tell me Dad, which one is your favorite?”

“My favorite? Oh my. It depends on the reason you are asking. If it is to see which one would be sitting with me, then it would be….”

I pointed at the girl with the large natural tits.

“Brandy” she said.

“It would be Brandy.”

“What if it was to just hang out with, to take on a date?”

“Then, no doubt it would be Bambi. The chance to walk with her and occasionally to fall back and watch her butt and to occasionally ‘accidentally’ run my hand over her cheeks. Yeah, it would be Bambi.”

My son jumped up and threw his arms in the air.

“YES!”

The guys each handed my son $50. He thanked each of them and after collecting the money, he handed it to me.

“Here you go, Dad. I bet you would pick Bambi. Now take the money and spend the day with Bambi.”

“Spend the what?”

“Spend the day. It’s a date. The deal was that whoever you chose would be your date for the day. My bike is out back and as soon as Bambi is dressed she will show you a good time.”

“Son, I don’t know about you and the guys getting me a hooker.”

“A hooker? I am not a fucking hooker! Fuck you!”

“Bambi, I am sorry. I am sitting in a strip club on a Saturday morning. Meeting all of you beautiful naked women. I guess that I just made a stupid-ass assumption that all of this was to get me laid. I am truly sorry.”

“I guess, I jumped on it as well. Do you want to hang out?”

“If you do.”

“I’ll be ready in a minute.”

She walked away swaying her bare butt a little more than I had seen. My son and his friends had picked up the other girls, my son getting Brandy. After a few minutes Bambi returned in jeans and a tank top. She looked like a college coed.

We walked out to my sons motorcycle and I got on and cranked it up. Bambi got on the back and wrapped her arms around me, holding on tight. I drove to a restaurant that I used to go to when lived in KC. We walked in and took a seat.

“Brandy? How old are you?”

“I’m 32.”

“Wow!”

“I know. I’m always getting hassled by high school and college kids.”

“How long have you been dancing?

“Since I was 18 and now, I’m retired.”

“I gotta ask. Why?”

“Because I like the owner. I have only danced here. I didn’t have to worry about drugs or pay for play but there is a new owner taking over and he has ties to the mob, so the girls will probably soon be doing coke and hooking. I made a great living. I only date once in a while. I’ve not been looking canlı bahis siteleri for a steady guy.”

“So what do you want to do today?”

“I want to get to know you and give you as many chances as possible for you to admire my butt.”

“Really?”

“Do you really like my butt?”

“It is the best I have ever seen.”

Bambi stood and move to sit next to me instead of across from me. She adjusted her jeans before she sat and smiled at me.

“I don’t really have anything to look at in the front, so looking down my top will be no thrill for you, but now you can look down the back of my pants.”

I looked and could see several inches down her butt crack.

“First, I don’t look down women’s tops. Second, I would not look down your pants, except that you have made the offer and I won’t insult you by not looking.”

“Good now tell me all about yourself. I talked to Pete and Lew. They told me a lot of really nice things about you.”

We sat and talked through lunch and a dozen refills of iced tea.

“I also have to ask this. Is Bambi your real name?”

She smiled and pulled her wallet out of her purse and handed me her driver’s license.

“Bambi Lynn Ambruster. Oh my.”

“I guess my folks were expecting me to be a stripper.”

“Do you have to work tonight?”

“Nope. I am free and available.”

“Oh. I didn’t realize that.”

“Mick. Did the guys tell you anything about this arrangement at all?”

“Nope. I was told to show up and that was it.”

“Oh oh.”

“What is oh oh?”

“Oh oh is that I am not a hooker.”

“I know. I am still feeling bad about saying that.”

“That is alright. Mick, do you know what I am?”

“Smart, attractive, sexy, sweet.”

“Thanks for all of that, but Mick…….I am yours.”

“What?”

“We all signed up to be in the lineup, with the understanding that the one that was chosen was to remain with you. I guess you could say that you picked me, and I am now yours. Me and my butt will be flying back to Boise with you and staying with you until you decide to get rid of me.”

I guess my expression said it all.

“Mick think of me as a mail-order bride of sorts. I was ready for a change in my life and I figured that at the worst, I would get out of KC and once in Boise, I can always find a good job, I have skills. I also have a lot of money set aside. I won’t be a burden on you.”

“Bambi. I like you, but I really need to call bull shit on this. It’s a joke, right?”

“Call Lew.”

I pulled out my phone and hit my son’s speed dial tab.

“Hi Dad. I guess you know by now.”

“Lewis! What have you gotten me into?”

“I don’t know. Bambi is a great woman. She is very smart, and she is very discriminating when it comes to men. If you’re calling me because she told you to, then she has decided to stay with you. You will not be able to get rid of her easily. Dad trust me when I tell you that you need her, and I’m so happy that you chose her.”

“But…..”

“Yeah there is her butt. I knew you’d fall for it as soon as I saw it.”

“What am I supposed to do with a 32 year old stripper?”

“Former stripper.” Bambi smiled.

“Dad, if you’re seriously asking that question, then our intervention may have been too late. I gotta go. I love you Dad!”

With that he hung up and I was sitting at a table with a beautiful former stripper who just informed me that she was mine and was coming home with me. I was holding my head in my hands when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“Sir are you ok?”

I looked up into the eyes of our server.

“Yeah, I just got some really strange news.”

“So, Mick, what do you want to do before we go back to your hotel room for the night? Do you have a single or double bed in your room?”

“It is a king.”

“Good. Let’s go back to your hotel and you can cuddle with my butt while we get to know each other.”

**********

And that is how I ended up with a 32-year-old live in girlfriend. I will have to tell you more of this story someday.

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Julie’s bedroom had floor to ceiling windows on the backside of the house that overlooked the canal. Her home was situated on the lot to take advantage of sun as it rose and set; her original plans had her house placed more traditionally until Nick suggested a change. It was one of their first disagreements during the building project. Most of Nick’s ideas enhanced not only the beauty of the house but the functionality too.

In so many ways Nick was a part of this house. He came to know her tastes and wants so well that he would even make some additions without consulting Julie. She learned not to protest too much because she saw the quality of his ideas and craftsmanship.

As they entered the bedroom, Julie lit a few of the candles that were around the room, the flickering light danced off the windows, walls and ceiling and added warmth. The bed was set against a small wall that angled out toward the windows; it was another change Nick had made. It turned her ho-hum master bedroom into a romantic suite with a cozy sitting area where she would sit and read on a lazy day. Nick’s touches were everywhere in her home, it was his home too in many ways.

Julie moved to the dressing room to change, Nick had given her a beautiful pink gown last week and tonight she wanted to wear it for him. It was pale pink, almost blush in color, with simple spaghetti straps and lace covering her breasts, the gown flowed easily down her body and came to her mid thigh, the hem was lace as were the side slits. She combed her hair and added just a touch of her fragrance oil he liked so much.

She was nervous, as if this was their first time and in some ways it was, he knew about that hidden place now, would that matter to him, would it matter to her? She knew it mattered to her, it always had and she was glad she let him in, now she would show him how glad she was. As she returned into the main room Nick as standing by the windows looking out, he had already undressed to his briefs and when he turned around and saw her it was his gentle smile that called to her. She went into his arms with no hesitation.

“You’re beautiful sweetheart.” Julie blushed at his words, and mumbled a thank you to him. “You’re not getting all shy with me are you?” He titled her head up to look at her.

“No, ah, nnn…” More mumbling and then she found her voice and said, “No, Nick I am not getting shy, I love you Nick!” It was the first time she’d had said that to him and the smile on her face and the strength in her words brought a smile to his face too.

Nick leaned in to kiss her gently, letting his tongue briefly flicker over her lips before opening her mouth to him. Julie tried to stifle a small moan as she pressed her mouth and body against his, feeling his tongue upon hers and kissing him deeper. Her hands move around his neck where her fingers lightly caressed him causing a shiver in Nick. He moved a hand down her back, feeling her skin and then the soft silkiness of her gown, sliding down to her behind and pulling her tight against him.

When Nick broke their kiss Julie moaned for more, he took her hand and led her to the bed, putting her gently on her back, he crawled up her with a look that said he was about to devour her. His head moved down to her lips again and they continued their kiss with passion that was almost fierceness. He had almost his full weight was upon her and he slipped a hand down her side, lightly touching the flesh of her breast, stopping to caress her mound as it spilled out from her gown.

Julie reacted with a squirm under him, and he moved his hand farther down her body, to the outside of her thigh, her legs began to spread, inviting him in closer, wanting him closer. Julie slipped a hand in between them and her fingers found their way to his crotch, she could feel the heat through his briefs and stroked and touched him. Nick let out a growl as she slipped her hand inside and wrapped her hand around his hardening cock.

“Oh God sweetheart that feels so good.” Nick’s heavy breath was moaning the words and his mouth moved to her neck to suck and kiss her.

“Mmmmmmm oh Nick, yesssss.” Those would be the last intelligible words the couple could share for some time. Their movements beget moans and groans or soft cries and loud screams.

Nick kissed his way down illegal bahis her neck and slid the gown from her shoulders, giving him what he wanted, her breasts. His mouth took an already erect nipple into his mouth and his tongue flicked over the top and around it, her other breast was in his hand, his palm lightly touching the nipple and Julie arched up for more of his touch.

Her hands moved off his cock to the waistband of his briefs, Nick lifted slightly to allow them off with ease, grateful to be out of the restraints of the material and Julie’s hand was once again there, her fingers touching up and down, a gentle stroke front and back, her hand using his fluid to ease the sliding as she went.

His cock twitched in her hand and he slithered down her body farther, leaving her hand empty of his cock, mumbling something but moving down more. His hand lifted her gown over her stomach and his tongue played around her bellybutton as her hips rose higher over and over. He settled between her spread legs and his hands slipped under to lift her, moving her legs over his shoulders as he gazed as his beckoning feast.

Julie couldn’t stand the wait and thrust herself towards his face, and Nick dove in as if he’d not had a meal in years. His fingers, his tongue, his feast. He spread her lips, he tasted her, entered her, sucked her, loved her. Her orgasms were like waves in the ocean, never ending, and always another coming.

He could feel her legs pressing into his back pushing him deeper, his tongue was inside her as she crested another wave and he drank her up, but still not satisfied. He lifted his eyes to see her, the delight he saw was his impetuous to slide two fingers within her, slowly moving them in and out before building to a tempo that brought more of his life drink, his thirst was insatiable just as her want was for more.

Nick wanted to give her everything he could, their love making had never been this passionate, perhaps it was the freedom she finally felt, perhaps it was that they were now one but he knew he wouldn’t stop until she begged him. As Julie felt the last of that wave Nick moved the fingers he had inside her, curling them to stroke her g-spot to life. The nub roughened up and he knew it wouldn’t take but a moment or two before she was feeling everything more intensely then ever. He heard the change in her sounds and she screamed out, he didn’t stop and he kept bringing her over that glorious edge, she flowed out and he didn’t stop, not until she begged him did he stop and then he gently touched her clit for another pulsating orgasm.

Nick slid back up to hold her in his arms as she quivered and panted. Julie tried to say something but could get nothing out and there wasn’t a word for how she felt, the euphoria was overwhelming all her senses. Nick continued holding her; he brushed the hair from her face and dried the glistening sweat while gently caressing her. She purred in his ear, her contentment was deep, just like the passion she felt for him.

Julie’s breath returned and she felt herself returning from the blissful trip Nick had given her. She kissed his lips and smiled up at him, his eyes held hers and she felt herself blush.

“Darling why are you blushing?” His voice held the same smile on his face.

“I’m not blushing Nick.” She knew she was and her own smile betrayed her.

“Oh, so what I am looking at really isn’t happening? That isn’t a coy smile on your face? You look as though you want something but can’t bring yourself to ask. Am I right? Hmmm?” Teasing Julie was always easy for Nick not to mention quite enjoyable.

“I can’t see what you’re looking at sweetheart, perhaps you are imagining things.” The laughter came out as soon as she said it, she knew and she knew he knew too, which only made her blush more. He loved that about Julie, she was almost shy about their intimacy. She had grown more comfortable but there was still sweetness to her shyness.

“You, my love, are incredible. How is it that you can be ‘Miss Competent and Friendly’ everywhere and when we are here you become shy and coy? Care to explain that dearest?” She knew the answer and knew he was teasing her. Julie was about to change all that, Nick wouldn’t be asking that question of her again, that thought brought a grin, a wicked smirk to her face, illegal bahis siteleri which didn’t go unnoticed.

“Now what are you thinking Jules? I can see that mind of yours turning, spill it now or I take other measures to get it out of you.” Julie knew he meant that too but she wouldn’t give him the chance, she would take her newfound openness with him and show him what she felt, show him the difference in her, now that she allowed him inside her heart.

“Oh yea? You think so huh?” She was trying to play tough with him with not a chance in the world. “I’ve got my ways too you know mister!” And she jumped up to her knees and was peering down at him, still with a grin he’d never seen before. His laughter egged her on more.

Julie looked into his eyes, hers were smiling at him but they also showed a smoldering quality. She knew what she wanted and it was all about giving, giving him that new place that was created by him that night. Julie looked from his eyes, slowly down his torso and beyond; she didn’t notice she was licking her lips as her eyes took all of him in. She lower her head to his and kissed him with hunger, she’d never felt this way for anyone before and she’d never felt this way herself. Her mouth covered his and she pulled his lips into her mouth, her tongue flowing over them before releasing them and forging ahead into his mouth. She wanted to leave no doubt in his mind what she wanted and felt for him.

She broke the kiss and lifted her head slightly to look again into his eyes, she couldn’t believe they were looking at her, looking in her now, really in her. Again Julie lowered her head but this time to his neck and kissed again, fast then slow, pulling his earlobe into her mouth and breathing into his ear like a whisper. She moved on, around his neck, under his chin and around to his other ear, repeating the same whispered breath.

She had his attention, so much so that his breathing was shallow and ragged. She was only beginning, her hand slid over his chest, caressing each nipple, feeling them harden more with her touch. He could hear her moan as her mouth trailed behind her hand, leaving kisses and licks as she went. Nick’s breath caught as she pulled a nipple into her mouth and sucked, then flicked her tongue over the hard nub. Moving slowly down his body Julie left no place untouched, she turned her head to look at Nick just before rimming his navel, first with her fingertip then with her tongue. He almost came unglued with the look on her face, he wanted to plunge his hands into her hair and pull her back to his mouth but Julie had other plans for her mouth.

As Julie’s hand lightly touched his cock, Nick let out a groan and his hips thrust up. Her one hand couldn’t hold his thickness, he was so hard he didn’t think he could hold back, but she looked once again at him as if to say ‘not yet my love, not yet’ and her hand slid down his shaft to the base and she twisted her wrists around and around ever so lightly, teasing him and enjoying every sensation she felt in her hand. She kneeling over him with her knees at his waist, he could reach out and touch her and he did, caressing her breast and then covering as much as he could in his hand, squeezing her and teasing her nipple. The moans of both filled the air.

Julie had no plans to stop or be distracted; she shifted herself down the bed straddled one of his legs and was now she was facing him. This was her feast, placing both hands on his cock she slid up and down and around his shaft, feeling the heat and the moisture of his precum. When she pulled both hands off him, she brought one to her mouth and tasted him licking each finger, slowly and tantalizingly. Her free hand moved down under his shaft and cupped his balls, lifting them, feeling their heft in her hand and smiling at him. As her last finger slipped from her mouth she smiled and moved her mouth closer to his hardness, her tongue played on the head, tasting more.

“Oh God, Julessssssss Mmmmmmm…..” Barely able to get the words out before she took his head into her mouth.

The sounds were heaven to her, she so wanted to give him all the pleasure she could and opened her mouth more to take more of him in, her tongue flat against his shaft. Nick’s hips lifted again and so quickly her mouth was full, just as she wanted. canlı bahis siteleri Her hand held him from the base as her mouth began to glide up and then down, again and again. His balls in her other hand and slipping backwards to rub him and allowing her finger to rim around his hole so very lightly.

The love she was showing him completely mesmerized his senses and he arched his back sending his hips higher and now he was deeper in her mouth then ever. She’d never felt this before and would take as much as she could, her tongue slipped around and flitted about as her head once again moved up and then down. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth and was spurred on to move quicker, sucking harder on him, pulling him deeper and deeper.

As his hips thrust up again she felt him hitting the back of her throat and her mouth closed around him, trying to hold him in, but as he lowered his hips he was able to pull totally out of her mouth and she let out a moan. She looked up to his face, she saw the pleasure on his face and wanted more.

“No, no sweetie, stop.” Julie was confused for a moment until he grinned at her. “Unless you think we are done for the night then no more, I could barely hold back and I want more of you. Come here babe.”

She blushed slightly as she moved up his body settling down on top of him, feeling his hard cock so near her lips, wanting to shimmied just a touch this way or that way to feel him at her opening. She so wanted to be filled with him, feeling impatient she wiggled a bit more. Nick started to grin, he knew what she was doing and there wasn’t anything he wanted more either. As his cock was just about to slide in, Nick pulled her up and into his arms, and holding her tightly slid her off his body. He knew she loved the feeling of him on top and tonight would give her anything she wanted, she was looking up into his eyes, waiting that wondrous feeling of becoming one.

He had to tease her a little though, sliding his cock up and down her slit, almost entering and then sliding up and down more, waiting to hear her beg for him. Julie did not disappoint him either, her hips were thrusting to try to capture him and pull him inside her and then finally moaning and begging him. Nick stopped a moment, looked into her eyes and they both held their gaze as he slowly began that journey they both wanted and needed. The perfection of it all was overwhelming and Julie sighed with delight as he felt the fullness, the oneness.

The two of them now one, not moving yet, only wanting to feel the awesomeness of it all. Nick moved slightly and she moaned, but knew the pleasure that would come to them, she moved with him, slowly and followed his pace. He slipped almost out of her and then slowly again returned, over and over, each time deeper and moving faster until they were both panting and groaning for the climax of the dance. His hips rotated and grinded against her, she clenched him within her, wanting to hold him tightly, on they moved. Harder and faster and the wave was building, each could feel it, each move brought them closer until there was no holding back and the explosion peaked inside her. She still bearing down on him, he still filling her, their union made.

Nick collapsed on top of Julie, both breathing hard and feeling the beads of sweat slide off them, hearts pounding against the other. He stayed inside her and as squeezed him tight, pulling everything he had into her, she wanted all of him, there was room for him now, in the place that opened up today.

Never had they had such an experience as tonight, never had she so freely given herself to another and so totally, that night she let go of something and in its place was Nick and his love for her.

As their breath and senses returned Julie smiled at Nick and gave him a sweet kiss. The feelings she had for him couldn’t be contained, nor would they ever be contained again. Her smile turned into a slight giggle and when Nick asked her about it she laughed again.

“Nick, this was the most incredible night of my life. Thank you. Thank you for loving me, for waiting for me, I am sorry it took so long to let you in.” Julie wasn’t sad but there was a tear forming in her eye and Nick kissed it away, ssshhhhhing her and letting her know she was worth the wait.

Her smile turned into a grin and his face revealed his inquiry as to why she was grinning.

“Well, this all began as a fight. Our first real fight and look how it turned out!” Biting her lip and giggling more she added, “So, what can we fight about next?”

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