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His move went surprisingly well, without a single hitch. Well, just one. She was almost an hour late and by the time she changed into her work clothes, most of the heavy lifting was done with the furniture placed. She began to unpack the boxes that were scattered throughout the place as the guys who came to help him brought in the last of his belongings. After the usual banter with them, and a stern lecture from her that every single person with a license should be able to drive stick, the boys left, leaving them alone. He asked her to stay, helping him unpack and to, in his words “organise the shit out of this mess”. He saw a level-three nuclear disaster. She saw a pile of stuff needing to be sorted and agreed. Besides, the payment of an all-expense paid dinner at their favourite pub was too good to pass up.

She walked out of his bedroom, her arms full of carton boxes, the closet finally settled. She placed the empty boxes in the corner of the living room and stretched. From the corner of her eye, she saw him carrying a box into the kitchen, his back straining with its weight. The setting sun pierced through the windows, outlining his form. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, something that was becoming a regular occurrence of late whenever she was around him.

When was it that she started to notice him as something other than a solid figure in her life, being the person that they each could depend on, a sounding board, a pillar of support? When did she begin to look forward to their occasional afternoons of coffee and conversation that inevitably segued into dinner and drinks? When did she begin to hold him to the half-promises of ‘we need to do this agains’?

When did she begin to feel the soft twinges of jealously when he spoke about some of his girlfriends and the relief she felt when he mentioned that he was single? When was it that she felt reluctant to share the stories of her trysts? When was it that she just didn’t care about them and stopped her sporadic casual fun?

When did his texts begin to give her small flutters to her stomach? When did she begin to find any excuse to message him, to call him, just so that she could feel the squirms of pleasure coursing through her? And how the hell did he begin to play the leading role in her fantasies as she rubbed herself each night, bringing herself to countless orgasms as the reel of imagination projected ever more erotic scenarios onto the screen of her brain – when did that happen?

When did she notice him not just as a man, but as a sexual being? Was it when she belatedly realised that she had sensed that he may have wanted to kiss her? Or did she just simply misinterpreted that? Or was it that time when they shared some erotic fantasies? Was it when he looked to her for a shoulder after his hardships, breaking her heart that she couldn’t share in his pain to alleviate his suffering? Or when she turned to him for advice when she really just wanted to cry and feel the comfort provided by the warmth of his body?

She noticed the small rivulet of sweat meandering down his neck, and she wanted nothing more than to lick it clean before sinking her teeth into his flesh. She looked at his hands as they tore the packing tape from the box and she could feel them on her body, pinning her wrists, stroking her neck. His scent of sweat filled her nostrils and she could feel her mouth water.

?”What?” he interrupted, his smile quizzical. She had been staring. She shook her head and threw him a dazzling smile.

“Nothing,” she replied. “Just thinking about work and the report I have to write.” At that moment she mentally kicked herself, but really, what could she do? Tell him that she was picturing herself on her knees in front of him as he grasped her hair and plummeted her throat?

“So,” he began. “I figured that once the kitchen and the office is mostly unpacked, we can go grab some food and then after, maybe I can think about decorating.”

She thought for a moment. “If you want it done in a day, you may want to get Jessie and offer a bottle,” referring to their mutual friend with a knack for interior design and penchant for vodka. “Your bathroom is pretty much set up.” He nodded his thanks. “Want me to start on the kitchen?” ??

“I think I got it. I mean, I don’t have your mad organising skills but I do pretty well.”

He started to unpack the bins, throwing the various pots and pans haphazardly into any random cupboard, his spoons into the drawer whereas the forks and knives were dumped on the second shelf. He glanced at the chasing looks of horror and disapproval that crossed her face while placing the pitcher in the illegal bahis pantry and plunking the slow cooker on top of the microwave. The cheese grater was stuck in the breadbox and he shoved the mixing bowls into his oven. She shuddered.

“Oh, for God’s sake! Give me that!” she stormed, grabbing a stack of plates. He looked up, his entire visage the very epitome of innocence, one that echoed a cherubic Renaissance painting. Botticelli himself could not have produced such beguiling virtue. He stepped aside as she began to quickly and efficiently sort his kitchen.

She noticed his smirk. “You did that on purpose, you ass!”

“Maybe,” he replied, the chortle clear in his voice. “Or maybe I know how much you like organising and I just gave you a present.” He had to duck as a wad of tape flew, the projectile missile barely missing his head. She gave a satisfied grunt as he chuckled.

“Tell you what,” she offered. “I’ll finish the kitchen and you work on your office. Your bedroom is pretty much done anyway; your bed needs to be made and I think that’s it.”

“You sure?” he asked.

“Sure.”

“Really?” She gave him such a withering look that he disappeared into the room that will become his office, his howl of laughter ringing across the apartment.

It took less time than she anticipated. There was a certain comfort in bringing order to chaos, in organising. They have been close friends for so long, working together on the same committee that she could comfortably predict where he preferred his utensils to be. That, and the few times he came over to her place he had a tendency to rearrange parts of her kitchen.

She paused and could hear him setting up his computer. Knowing how particular he was with his equipment, she began to clean his living room, wiping the dust, straightening his furniture and organising his extensive collection. She was so engrossed that she jumped when he came up behind her. He reached out to steady her, giving her shoulder an apologetic squeeze.

“How about we go out for that dinner that I promised?” He reached over swipe the streak of dust off her cheek.

“How about I take a quick shower before?” she grinned.

“Be my guest. Do you need towels? Where did I put the towels? On a second thought, do I actually have towels?”

She laughed. “You have towels, and yes, they are already in place. Told you, the bathroom is set up. All that it’s missing is your touch.” She winked as she sashayed into the lavatory, removing the bandana from her head that kept her hair clean.

The door didn’t quite close; she could hear him washing his hands and face at the kitchen. Staring into the mirror, she told the reflection to get herself together. Pinning her hair into a knot, she quickly stripped and turned on the shower. She gasped as hot jets hit her back. The door may be broken, but at least the hot water tank is fully operational.

She wasn’t all that dirty, mostly just dusty. She rinsed her body, and finding a bit of conditioner, she lightly massaged her skin with a washcloth. She stifled a moan as the rough fabric grazed her nipples, hardening them. When she reached the apex of her thighs, she hesitated, glancing out the curtain and through the half open door, watching him putter around, moving with his sure movements. She bit her lower lip. Should she? They weren’t sleeping together, they weren’t even dating. Was it even appropriate?

She realised that she didn’t care.

Closing her eyes, her fingers drifted. A tiny moan strangled as her hand moved in its familiar pattern, circling her clit as the water pounded on her back. She slipped a finger in and drew out her juices, smearing the hard bud. She luxuriated in the moment, the steam, tingles and the water titillating her.

She reluctantly stopped. As much as she would love to continue, to rub herself to that release that her body desperately craved, it would not do to waste his hot water. And in that instance, she realised she did care whether or not she orgasmed in his shower. It just… didn’t feel right. With a sigh, she continued to briskly wash her body and turned off the water.

Wrapping herself in a towel, she stepped out of the shower only to notice her fatal mistake.

?She forgot to bring her clean clothes.

The bag that held them were by the entrance, right beside the kitchen where he was leaning against the counter, drinking a mug of coffee. There was no way she could sneak out to grab it and there was no way that she would put her dusty clothes back on.

So she did the next best thing that she could think of in that moment of aroused panic. She walked out, her spine illegal bahis siteleri stiff, her gait as casual as she could make it. She almost convinced herself that this was something she did regularly, walking out in a skimpy towel after taking a shower in her friend’s new apartment. All she needed was to be confident and smooth and unperturbed. All she needed to do was to glide and slink and…

… and proceed to stumble on an empty box that was discarded in her path. So much for an innocuous moment.

He looked up, the mug paused halfway to his lips, and he took in the image that stood in front of him: a dripping wet woman, fresh from a shower, her damp hair messily pinned, a towel wrapped around her chest, barely hiding her nakedness. A strangled groan escaped from his throat as he swore under his breath. He placed his coffee on the counter and straightened. He licked his lips. She imperceptibly glanced down and noticed a slight hardening, mirroring her increased arousal. The air grew tense as they stared at each other. He took a single step forward and stopped. He rearranged his belt which did nothing to mask his growing hardness.

She took a deep breath, masking her thundering heart.

“Do you want me?” she asked, her voice low, husky with desire.

“Yes,” he whispered hoarsely.

“How much do you want me?”??

“Very much.”

She simply dropped her towel. “Show me.”

She stood, naked, water slowly dripping down her body, the rising moon bathing the room, kissing her wet skin. She straightened her back slightly to hide the trembling of her thighs and stared him deep in his eyes.

His sharp inhale reverberated across the room, breaking the heavy silence.

He crossed to her in four steps and cradled the back of her head, pulling her in for his kiss, his fingers loosening her messy, damp bun, releasing the cascade of her mane. His demanding lips surprised her for a brief moment before she fiercely kissed him, her tongue sparring with his. She wove her fingers in his hair, trapping his head to her mouth.

He cupped her ass and pressed her to him. She could feel his bulge and groaning deep in her throat, she sank her teeth into his lower lip. His arms crushed her against him and he kissed again. They pulled apart and he bent his lips to her neck, licking the drops of water from her skin. She arched against him; she could feel the thundering of his heart pounding in time with hers.

Growing impatient, she slipped her hands to his sides and began to lift his shirt, revealing his torso. Throwing the garment to the side, she licked up the centre of his chest, and reaching his throat, placed tiny kisses across his skin. He groaned, and pulled her closer to him, his jeans scratching her tender skin. They swayed for a moment in a half dance to music that they only could hear, moving in the general direction of his room.

They somehow made it to his bedroom, to the foot of the yet-unmade bed with the entire contents of the linen closet neatly covering it. In two swipes, all the pillows, sheets, blankets, comforter that were piled on the bed made its way to the floor. They turned to each other, his hands rubbing her arms as she fumbled with his belt. She managed to unbuckle it when she lost her footing and tumbled onto the nest they had just made, pulling him down with her.

He leaned over to kiss her again as she continued to work on the seemingly arduous task of removing his jeans. His fingers gently tweaked her nipples, softly playing her breasts. His hand traced its way down her belly, and through her soaked cleft, his caress teasing. She shifted her hips and opened her legs. The light touch was maddening. She growled.

He opened her legs and gently kissed her inner thighs, his breath warm over her wet sex. Her clit was throbbing. He settled in between them and blew on her smooth lips, swollen with desire. Lowering his head, his tongue snaked out and circled her hard nub. At his warm touch, she moaned and jolts settled into the base of her spine. His teeth lightly holding her clit, his tongue continued its sweet assault, relentless in its desire to taste her.

“Oh fuck,” she cursed. Her hands tightened in his hair as her hips rolled over his probing tongue. She arched, her heel and head the only parts of her body touching their makeshift nest. His hands, warm on her hips, held her steady to his mouth, not letting her go. Pulling his face into her streaming sex, she called out, the liquid fire coursing through her body, taking her by surprise. She never had an orgasm take her so quickly.

He moaned against her, lapping at the flowing juices. She canlı bahis siteleri tugged at his hair, pulling his head up from between her legs. His chin glittered with her wetness. She smiled her invitation and he crawled up to her. With his help, she was finally able to remove his jeans and boxer-briefs. His naked body hovered over hers, his shaft hard and pressing against her thigh. She reached down and grasped him, guiding towards her. He gently took her hand away and shook his head. She looked at him in surprise for a brief moment until she felt him rubbing the head over her entrance, teasing her. With a sigh, she wrapped her legs around him, feeling his pulsing hardness against her clit.

He slowly entered her. Too slowly. She tightened her legs around his waist to push him deeper, to push him quicker, to feel the length of him embedded deep within her. He stopped.

“I need to feel you,” he whispered. “I need to feel every inch of you.”

He gradually pressed in deeper in small increments, her soaked walls enveloping his shaft. The sensuous torture was almost unbearable. She whimpered. Gripping his shoulders, she tried to impale herself on him. He pulled out slightly. She swore.

“Please,” he murmured, his voice tight. She could tell that there was nothing more he wanted to do than to thrust himself completely into her warmth. “Fuck,” he swallowed. “Please, I need… Christ, you feel good… please…” His fists tightened in her hair, his back was straining with the effort.

She cupped his face in her hands and drew his lips to hers. She could taste herself on his tongue, an intoxicating blend of desire and coffee. She willed herself patience in that kiss.

Inch by agonising inch, he slowly sank himself into her until he could go no further. They both sighed. They began to move, hips rolling, their pelvises moulding together. With every fluid thrust, he pushed himself deep into her, kissing her cervix, the dull pain radiating through her body. She arched in pleasure, her nails digging into his back. He began to move faster, deeper, harder. She could feel the ball of tension quickly building again, her moans vibrating through her, her hands gripping him tighter with each thrust.

“Please,” she gasped. “Fuck please…” She licked her lips. “Please,” she pleaded.

He moved his lips to her ear. “I know you like to be told when to cum,” he whispered, his breath tickling her. She could only moan in response. Perhaps he wasn’t as drunk as she thought he was when she mentioned that to him. She didn’t care. She didn’t care if he commanded her release or not. It didn’t matter. All that matter in that moment was his pleasure in her and her pleasure in him. She tightened herself around him.

“Do you want me to tell you to come?” he panted in between gasps. She slowed her rocking, surprised at his question, touched by his consideration. She squeezed his shaft with her inner muscles.

“All I want is that you be you,” she whispered. “All I want, all I need is your pleasure, your release. However it takes.” There was so much more that she wanted to tell him, so much more she wanted to show him, so much more she wanted him to show her. But the moment demanded that they speak with their bodies. Words were secondary here.

He kissed her as he pushed himself as deep as he could go. His thrusts were less sure, more wild. Their groans became wordless urgings, encouraging each other to reach the heights of exquisite ecstasy.

“Come with me?” It wasn’t an order, it was a request, almost a plea. It was perhaps one of the most erotic thing someone ever told her. That one little question, that supplication, embodied everything that she knew him to be and everything that he kept hidden from her.

She arched as he slammed into her, his jerking shaft buried deep, nestled against her cervix. That ball of tension finally exploded, the liquid spread taking over her body as her walls convulsed around him. Her fingers dug deep into his back, marking his skin. She could feel the flush heat emanating from her clit and base of her spine, coursing through her blood. She could hear his groan of release interjected with the low, deep moan that ripped from her throat.

He collapsed onto her, panting, his arms tight around her shoulders. She buried her face into the crook of his neck, her breathing jagged. She swallowed hard. He rolled off of her, taking her with him, settling her on his chest.

She kissed his jaw, nuzzling him, tracing her hand over his arms. The cool air lightly kissed the sweat from their bodies, the rapid tattoo of their hearts slowing, their breaths more even. He stroked the soft skin of her neck; she purred.

Silence reigned for long moments. She raised her head, her eyes twinkling.

“Well, that was some move,” she teased him. He chuckled.

“Yeah,” he agreed. He winked at her. “So tell me… when do you move?”

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He laid me down on my back and started to stare at me while parting my legs and inserted his penis inside me. We’re staring at each other while fucking.

“Fucking you hard, Joy. Caressing your hair…your face…kissing and biting your soft lips…licking your neck…your ears…biting your ear lobes…fondling your breasts…sucking your boobs…biting your nipples…fucking you hard…”

He’s saying everything that he’s doing to me aloud. I realized that he’s putting in action what we’ve been saying to each other during phone sex. It made us so excited and I started to moan.

“I love hearing your moans, Joy. It makes me cum…I’m coming…I’m coming…”

His rhythm got faster and faster until he let out a big…

“Aaahhh…Joy, I so love fucking you…do that kegel…do that kegel…please…”

He buried his face on my neck then rolled over my side. When he’s done catching his breath, we started kissing, caressing, cuddling, and masturbating each other, exchanging moans. This had always been my favorite…masturbating each other while kissing…it’s giving me an indescribable connection to him…

He got up and positioned himself in between my legs and started to eat me. He was licking and sucking my clit. It really gave me pleasure beyond words…

“Okay, Emman, you can suck my clit as long as you want…it’s all yours…I don’t care if it gets misshapen. I didn’t let anybody suck that maybe because I was reserving it for you…suck it hard…”

I was squeezing and grinding his head…aaahhh…Emman, I love you so much…I’m coming…I’m coming…”

He laid beside me and started fondling my boobs and playing with my hard nipples.

“Why do you love eating me when all of your semen is inside me?” I asked.

“I love the taste of our cum and juice mixed together,” and started kissing me passionately.

I could smell our sex all over his face.

He needed to go home. He said that we’d eat breakfast together the next day.

I could hardly sleep again. I was thinking about his limp tiny penis with erectile dysfunction that pre-ejaculates. Would I ever be happy with it? It would not even reach my throat when I swallow his wholeness. It would not get stiff even when I had worked on it for 30 minutes already.

My roomy vagina was never an issue with him so I should stop thinking about his flaws and concentrate on the positive, the way we make love, our long foreplay, full of passion, giving me goose bumps…

Although he’d cum illegal bahis quick, he seemed to enjoy my long sexual stamina, and he never left me unsatisfied. That’s what mattered.

I so miss Emman already. I was caressing my lips thinking about his kisses…I was caressing my nakedness thinking about his caresses. I fell asleep thinking about our third night.

Mar 30 I was half awoke when Emman came in. His key card lock worked this time. He laid down beside me and I could feel his naked body envelope me. I faced him and he took off my clothes. He wanted to kiss me on my lips, but I did not let him, as I have not gargled yet. He said he’s just going to kiss my lips without opening my mouth. I allowed him, but his tongue tried to force my lips apart. I struggled away from him, wrapped myself with a blanket, got up, and gargled. When I got out of the bathroom, he was leaning on the headboard and masturbating his manhood. I knew he wanted a blowjob.

I started licking his balls while massaging them…while pumping his shaft…licking his shaft. When I pressed my lips on his tip, I started staring at him…we’re staring at each other.

“You want me to lick your tip…your shaft…you want me to suck your shaft…you want me to swallow your wholeness…you want me to play you like a harmonica…you want to fuck my face…”

He responded with moans and with eyes closed so he could feel the pleasure…

Then I noticed that he’s got a mole on his tip just beside his pee hole. I knew what it meant. Either he’s got a lot of sexcapades with several women and/or he’s got an insatiable appetite for sex. I could hardly believe it as his penis shrunk, a use it or lose it phenomenon.

He wanted to do 69. He was on top first…we’re caressing each other’s bodies at the same time while slurping loudly… then we did it sideways…and then I was on top… he’s finger fucking me while I was massaging his balls. We did this for a long time. I loved doing foreplay with Emman, it’s always more than an hour…it always made up for his shortcoming. We’re all over the bed, pillows strewn about the floor, blankets and bed covers out of place.

Then he placed my legs on his shoulders and started fucking me. Sometimes I’d wrap my legs around him and we’d embrace so tight just so he could try to reach for my inner recesses, pumping me so hard until my head was hanging off the side of the bed. We’re exchanging dirty talks …

“Fucking hard…sucking your boobs…biting your ear lobe…licking illegal bahis siteleri your ears…kissing hard…biting your lips…sucking your tongue…caressing your hair…biting your nipples…you’re so wet…flicking your clit…squeezing your boobs…”

His rhythm was becoming faster and faster. He reached out for my head so he could kiss me hard and embrace me tight while cumming. Out of breath, he laid down on my chest. He then alternately sucked on my breasts while doing kegels on his penis.

“You can suck my nipples, Emman, which ever way you want it. It’s okay if they protrude. They’re yours now.”

“You’re so delicious, Joy…I love sucking your breasts, Joy…I love fucking your vagina, Joy…I want to own you, Joy…I can’t get enough of you, Joy…”

We snuggled for a while then dressed up to have breakfast at the hotel restaurant.

When we got back to our room, we brushed our teeth and I prepared our bubble bath. He lit a scented candle, turned off the bathroom light, and turned on the music from my iPad where our personal love songs were compiled.

We soaked for a while…caressing…masturbating each other…kissing…

“Hmmm, you taste like bacon, Emman…”

He was so embarrassed, got up, went to the sink, and rinsed his mouth with a mouthwash longer than he should because of his dental bridge. (I didn’t have to worry about his dentures falling off).

He got back to the tub and we continued caressing…masturbating…kissing…

I noticed his penis got a tiny bit bigger than what I got so used to, but still it was not stiff. Maybe this was really how it looked when he’s horny.

“Want to get inside me, Emman?”

“From the moment I got in the tub the first time, Joy.”

He got up, spread a towel on the floor, and laid me down. He went on top of me and held my head to protect it from the hard floor. He was fucking me nice and slow while kissing me passionately…biting my lips…licking my neck…biting my ear lobe… sucking my breasts…thrusting me in and out slowly…we’re feeling each pump…and then his rhythm was getting faster and faster…he’s embracing me tight while cumming…

I could tell that a lot of cum came out of him as I felt the warm fluid rolled down my butt.

We got up and bathed together. We were soaping each other’s bodies. After we’re done rinsing, he got on his knees and ate my pussy…

We went to bed wrapped in towels…embracing…kissing…caressing…

He canlı bahis siteleri told me how and when he and Lorna had sex the first time. They were watching a movie on their second month. They started kissing until both of them got horny. Lorna invited him to go to a motel. The moment he finger fucked Lorna, she cried because of pain, his sign of her being a virgin. He promised that he’d penetrate her with his penis slowly.

I reacted negatively to his story.

“You’re so unfair, Emman. When we were going out before, you’d ask for my permission just to hug. You’d even tremble while embracing me. Why did you go with her when she invited you? You had sex after two months of dating? We had 2 years, Emman, 2 years, and the most that I could give you were my breasts. I don’t think Lorna was a virgin when you got her. No virgin would initiate sex. You believed that she’s a virgin just because she cried when you fingered her? She’s such a fake!. When you penetrated her, did you have difficulty? Did it hurt her? Did she cry? She cried with your finger, but she didn’t cry with your penis, what does it tell about your size? It’s so unfair! You mean when you accompanied her to Tarlac, you’ve been having sex for a year already? So regardless if she introduced you as her husband, even though you’re not married yet, it’s still the same, because you’re acting like you’re both married. That’s why when I wanted to come back to you and I found out that you’re going out with her, I could feel that you’re having sex already, 8 months after I left you. I didn’t entertain anybody else until you told me that you’re getting married because I was still hoping for you to come back to me.”

I couldn’t help crying. He was crying…apologizing…

“I didn’t know that you’re still in love with me then. I admit I got carried away. It’s my first time, Joy, and I promised myself that whoever I got intimate with first, I am going to marry.”

“Why did you have to ask me to give you a reason so you could back out from your wedding? Why did you want to have an affair with me 5 years after? You fucked her even though you don’t love her. You married her just because you fucked her. What kind of reasoning is that? You married her without love. Now here we are stealing each moment. Does she even know that you don’t love her? Now we’re the ones committing a mortal sin, not only against her, but in the eyes of God.”

“Joy, it’s not our fault to fall in love with each other again. I’m going to separate from her, I promise you that. Please stop crying, Joy…”

He started kissing me…caressing me…

We embraced so tight…we’re both crying while fucking…it felt so good…

I didn’t know a make up sex could feel so good…so sexually arousing…

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Bedsheets strewn aside, thin shafts of morning sunlight filtered through the blinds and streamed over her sensuous curves. Our bodies were nestled together, spooning, as I soaked in the sight and feel of her silky smooth warm skin against me. My senses slowly aroused, feeling the soft warmth of the back of her thighs and firm ass pressed against my awakening cock. Savoring the scent of her hair intermixed with the light aroma of the massage oil we had spread over each other last night. The subtle musk of our sex ignited erotic images of last nights storm of sexual passion, causing my cock to warm and swell, softly pressing against her ass, seeking her attention.

I gently pulled her hair away from her neck, lightly kissing below her ear, I couldn’t resist nuzzling against her neck, my lips grazing softly down her neck, tracing over her shoulder. I caressed my hand over the curve of her hip, then lightly massaging over her thigh and leg, enjoying the warmth and feel of her smooth skin. Her legs clasped together, my fingertips could only brush over the top of her mound, softly circling, wanting to rub over her pussy, arouse her heat, feel her wetness. I slowly caressed my hand up her stomach, cupping over her breast, gently trapping her nipple between my fingers. Lifting my hand from her breast, I licked two fingers and lightly teased my wet fingertips around her areola and nipple, grinning as I watched her bud rise and harden to my touch.

Teasing her nipple, my cock twitched and swelled against her ass, and the erotic memories and sensations of last nights sex play reeled through my mind…the feel of spreading and massaging warm oil over each other, exploring and tantalizing each others erogenous zones…the sight and sounds of her playing her vibrator over her swollen wet pussy and clit, while feeling her lick and suck my cock as I teased her nipples…her thighs tightening against my head, grinding her slippery pussy against my lips and tongue…the lust in her eyes as she straddled me, riding my cock, her pussy sliding and clenching around my hard shaft as I rubbed and squeezed her nipples…the sound of her gasps and moans as she trembled against me in orgasm, soaking my cock and thighs with her cum…her sexy grin as she looked up into my eyes, licking and massaging my cock, while she strummed her clit…the gleam in her eyes, lusty enthusiasm and sultry voice as she coaxed me to cum for her…the intensity of her excitement as I thrust against her in orgasm…the sight and feel of her milking the cum from my cock, then continuing to stroke and suck me back to hardness as she rubbed her pussy against my leg…the feel of her pussy as I pumped my cock into her from behind, my balls slapping against her lips, hands over her hips driving our rhythm…the passion in her eyes as she looked over her shoulder at me, spanking her ass, urging me to fuck her harder, faster…feeling her shiver against me in orgasm, her hot juices flowing over my cock…my hips thrusting against her ass, her hand between her legs fondling my tightening balls, feeling my cock pumping against her pussy wall…the electric surge of my orgasm shooting through me as my cock pulsed, spurting cum for her.

The memories of last night caused the warm pleasurable ache of my lust to flow through me. My balls feeling heavy as my hardening cock strained, pushing firmly up against her ass. She sighed and stirred slightly, slowly canlı bahis şirketaleri shifting her thighs, pushing her ass against me, pressing against my shaft, squeezing out pre-cum. I kissed her neck as I wrapped my arm around her, caressing over her breast, once again capturing her nipple between my fingers. Her eyes still closed, she smiled lazily and subtly tilted her head to expose her neck for me as I nuzzled and grazed my lips down her neck and over her shoulder. Arching herself against me, she moaned softly and rubbed her ass against my cock, teasing “Mmmm, is that for me?”

My lips at her ear I smiled and whispered, “Shhh, it’s your present.”

She giggled, then slowly gyrated her ass against me and whispered “I think I know what it is…when can I have my present?”

I didn’t answer as I kissed down the nape of her neck, slowly sliding my hand down from her breast, tracing over her ribs, then teasing my fingers between her thighs and over her mound. Massaging over her clasped thighs and hips, then caressing the back of her thighs, my fingertips explored over the moist folds of her pussy lips, exposed between her thighs. She moaned softly as I lightly traced over the length of her slit, then teasing a finger around her rim, she inhaled sharply as I nipped her earlobe, and I finally replied, “When you’re ready.”

Grinning seductively, she rolled back slightly towards me, looking into my eyes as she parted her thighs, spreading one leg over mine, I slid my hand over her moist pussy, massaging over her slit, moaning softly at my touch she whispered, “I’m ready for my present” as she reached behind her and grasped my cock, throbbing for her.

I couldn’t resist teasing, “Hmmm, I’ll be the judge of that”, as I caressed my fingers over and around her clit, circling her mound, she raised her hips to meet my touch as she stroked my cock. Our lips pressed in a deep kiss, I eased a finger into her slippery pussy. She playfully nipped my lower lip, pushing against my finger, coaxing me deeper, grinding her pussy against hand.

I slowly pumped my finger into her wet hole as my hand massaged over her pussy lips, spreading her juices, brushing over her clit, her hips thrusting and gyrating against my hand as she stroked my hard cock against her ass. My other arm was wrapped around her, hand clasped over her breast, fingers circling and teasing her hard nipple, squeezing and pulling her bud between my fingers.

Our tongues played wildly between our lips as I dipped two fingers into her, massaging against her pussy walls, thrusting deeper, she moaned, squeezing her pussy around my fingers. Fucking her with my fingers, my palm rubbed and bumped over her clit, sending hot shivers of pleasure through her, her pussy grinding against my hand.

She raised and shifted her hips, freeing my cock and spreading her legs further, then reaching over my hand she guided my pre-cum slickened cock between her thighs, pressing my hard shaft against her lips, stroking my cock against her pussy.

I slowed my pace and eased my fingers out of her pussy, she drew in a sharp breath at the loss of my touch and quickly plunged her own fingers in, finger fucking herself with one hand and stroking my cock with the other. Our eyes locked as I licked her juices from my fingers and with a wicked grin she arched up and kissed along my neck, pumping her fingers deeper into her pussy. The canlı kaçak iddaa taste of her essence fired my lust for more. Leaning over her, I kissed over her neck and cheek to her lips, then teasing my tongue over her lips I whispered deeply, “I want to taste more of you.”

Her eyes widened and she playfully nipped my lower lip, moaning “Mmmm, yessss!”.

I slid down alongside her and lifted her legs up, pushing them back towards her, and she reached up behind her knees, pulling her legs back, spreading herself open for me. Kneeling in front of her, I leaned over to kiss and lick down the back of her legs, massaging my hands over her hips and thighs, my hard shaft rubbing over her pussy. Tracing my tongue down from behind her knees, I kissed and licked over the back of her thighs and over her ass, teasing closer to the heat of her pussy, playfully nipping her ass.

Massaging her ass, I licked along the crease between her thighs and pussy lips, then rubbed my thumbs over the glistening folds of her slit, fingers spreading her wetness down to the rim of her ass. Teasing my tongue along length of her swollen lips, I pushed her legs back further and she leaned back, her knees pressed against her breasts, she raised her hips as I tucked a pillow below her.

Admiring the beauty of her wet pussy, I rubbed my hand over her slippery lips, fingers brushing over her clit. Our eyes locked as I slowly lapped along the sides of her lips, then broad tongue strokes over the length of her slit, occasionally flicking my tongue around the hood of her rising clit, but not touching. She moaned, “Mmmm, yess babe, lick my pussy!”, gasping softly with each tongue stroke as she watched me lap over her pussy, pushing her hips up, spreading herself open further for my touch.

Tracing my tongue down the length of her slit, I flicked over her sweet spot between her rim and pussy while lightly circling my fingertips over her clit, her hips shivering at the sensation, she moaned out “Ooooh, fuuck yeeaahh…feels sooo goood!”.

Licking up to her clit, I teased a wet finger against her rim, circling her asshole, pressing against her rim as I flicked my tongue around her clit, alternately kissing and sucking over her slippery pearl. She drew in her breath sharply at the feel of my finger rubbing her rim, her hips grinding, trying to push her pussy against lips and tongue. Flicking her clit, I firmly grasped her ass, spreading her cheeks wide, pressing my thumb against her wet rim with one hand, stroking two fingers into her pussy with the other.

Rolling her hips against the rhythm of my fingers and tongue, she groaned as her breathing became rapid and shallow, closing her eyes she tilted her head back, still holding her legs spread, juices flowing down her ass. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her vibrator laying within reach. Keeping the rhythm of my tongue flicking and finger fucking, I grabbed her vibrator and turned it on, the pressed the tip against her wet rim. She gasped sharply, pushing and squirming her ass against the vibrator, moaning “Mmmm, yesss…oohh don’t stop!”, as her wetness flowed.

Her warm juices lubricating the tip of the vibe, she groaned deeply as I eased it into her ass, gently inching it deeper with short rhythmic strokes. My tounge flicked passionately over her reddened clit, fingers stirring her pussy, I felt her body tense, then she suddenly shuddered against me, canlı kaçak bahis groaning as she releasing her grip on her legs, pushing her hips up, arching against my face, cum gushing, the vibrator slipped out of her ass as she rapidly ground her pussy against while squeezing and pulling her nipples. I wrapped my arms around her hips, lapping her flowing juices, savoring the essence of her hot swollen pussy. Lust surged through me at the thrill of her orgasm, my hard pre-cum covered cock throbbing, aching to fuck her.

Her orgasm still subsiding, I rose to my knees, lifting her legs up to me, then spread her legs as I rested them against my chest and shoulders, rubbing my cock over her slit. Our eyes locked and I leaned forward over her, pushing her legs back, then spreading them as I lowered myself over to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me down to her lips in a deep passionate kiss, moaning as she tasted her juice on my tongue.

My hard shaft pressed against her cum soaked pussy, sliding over her swollen lips, teasing against her still sensitive clit, she wrapped her legs around my ass, pulling me tighter, grinding against my cock. I broke our kiss, then kissed over her neck to her ear, I whispered, “I think you’re ready for your present now.”

She giggled, then grinning as she squeezed and pulled her nipples, she teased, “Oooo, I can’t wait…how are you going to give it to me?”

Nuzzling against her neck I whispered, “I need to slide it inside you…fuck you with it.”

She nipped my earlobe, kissing my neck and ear, and whispered, “Mmmm, my favorite kind of present…give it to me…fuck me…I want to feel you cum.”

Pushing myself up, I slid back and knelt between her legs as I said, “Roll over, on your knees.”

Her face flushed, she smiled luxuriously as she rolled over and raised her ass to me, looking back into my eyes with a nasty grin she spread her legs, pulling her nipple with one hand as she rubbed her other hand over her pussy and murmured, “Give it to me.”

My stiff cock ached for her pussy, throbbing as I grabbed her hips, pushing my tip into her slit, her hand cupped my heavy balls and I couldn’t resist my urge to thrust deep into her. She moaned out, “Ooo, yeah babe, fuck me…fuck me hard!”

Her words stoked my lust and I pumped hard into her, my hips slapping firmly against her ass, thrusting deep into her, feeling her squeeze around my shaft, my cockhead bumping against her pussy wall. Her hand reached between her legs, massaging my sac and coaxing the cum from my balls, I pumped faster, feeling the hot ache of my orgasm boiling, she pressed a finger against the rim of my ass, passionately urging me on “Mmm, yeah, fuck me…Oooh, feels sooo good…come on, cum for me!”

Her wet finger pushed into my ass, sending me over the edge. The white heat of my orgasm rushed through me as my thighs shuddered against her ass, I let out a deep groan, thrusting hard into her, my weight pushing her ass down onto the bed, swollen cock pumping cum deep into her pussy. Slumping over her, chest heaving, pressed against her back, my hands clasped over hers I nuzzled and kissed over her shoulder and nape of her neck. Hips slowly grinding against her ass, feeling the heat and wetness of her pussy around my cock as my orgasm ebbed, cum flowing from her slit, soaking the sheet.

Easing my weight off her, my semi-hard cock slipped out of her, we both sighed at the loss, then laughed together at our reaction. I nestled alongside her and she turned to spoon against me. Bedsheets strewn aside, thin shafts of morning sunlight filtered through the blinds and streamed over her sensuous curves.

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I am in my favorite summer place, the backyard. I have purchased an inflatable pool and fill it each afternoon with cold water, as I lie back and improve my tan. It is called the “Family Lagoon Pool” and is eleven feet long and three feet deep. Every day, after I finish all my errands and housework, I go out to the pool to sun and think. Our yard is edged in a high privacy fence and my pool is out in the sunny area to the west, so I get rays all day. I used to wear an old beat up suit. Then I slowly started lowering the straps, until my breasts were regularly exposed. Soon the suit was around my waist and I was a beautiful, even brown.

One day, my suit was still wet, so I went out in panties and a shirt, slowly removing the shirt as I lowered myself into the water. After awhile, even that seemed silly, so I started going out in panties with a towel held in front of me. I carried my house phone, cell phone, timer, book…anything to keep me comfortable for an extended period of time. I could lie on my back, my head on the top ring, my full body exposed as I talked to friends and family, enjoying the feel of the very hot sun on my warm body.

One thing I noticed was how excited lying in the sun made me. I would lie there and think lascivious thoughts of my lover, my pussy aching and pulsing in the water. I would turn onto my belly and let my nipples sink into the icy cold pool, feeling them tighten and harden before I even touched them.

Today, as I was sunning, the water seemed warm. I got out of the pool and turned on the faucet, taking the hose back with me to the pool. I was lying there, enjoying my hot/cold existence when my phone rang. It was my lover, taking a break at work. I described for him the afternoon scene. I was lying on my back, wearing small pink panties, my skin hot and smooth, my legs spread, my nipples all puckery and hard. I took my cold hand from the pool and ran it over my breasts, causing my nipples to tighten even more. My sweet lover began talking seductively to me, telling me what he would do if he were with me.

He whispered that I should take off my panties and tan all over. I slowly slipped them down my thighs and kicked them off, describing to him exactly what I was doing. Ah, now the sun was beating down on my smooth pussy. My pale, innocent pussy. He asked if the hose was still running. I nodded my head and told him yes. He told me to take the hose and place it against that hairless pussy, feel the coolness running illegal bahis over my already swollen lips. It felt incredibly good. He told me to reach down and spread the lips, open them and allow my pink to shine through. I had to release the hose to do this, but I held it between my soft thighs.

I sat up straighter in the pool, holding the phone with my chin while I used both hands to accomplish what he wanted. And what he wanted was so fantastic! He told me to place the head of the nozzle against my clit and hold it in place with my thighs. As I moved my legs, the hose moved against my clit, changing the pressure and either intensifying or decreasing the pleasure. It took me a few minutes to catch on, then I easily moved the hose for optimal enjoyment. I turned onto my left side, keeping the hose wrapped around my thigh, the head pressed against my sweet little clit.

My lover continued to whisper into my ear, telling me what he would be doing if he were with me. I could feel the orgasm starting. My toes curled and my legs began aching, the heat moving through my body to my central point. My sweet lover’s voice became distant, I could hear him but not understand the words. I said his name and began to spasm, moving in the water, my body trembling and throbbing against the cold water still aimed at my tender clit. I couldn’t move the hose and the orgasm continued. I turned onto my back, my legs spread open, my hand holding the end of the hose tightly against my quivering clit, moans escaping my mouth as I enjoyed the continuing pleasure.

Finally, I was able to move the water stream from my clit and let it run over my extremely swollen pussy lips. We spoke words of love and tenderness and slowly said goodbye. As I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see a man standing there. It was obvious that he had been there awhile by the erection present in his pants. He was just watching me and smiling, licking his lips. When he saw my eyes open, he quickly introduced himself as the meter man. He had been reading my meter when he heard my moans and was worried something was wrong. When he saw me with the hose, he couldn’t look away, he was mesmerized. As he told me all of this, he continued to look at my naked body, his eyes eagerly enjoying my hard brown nipples and bare pussy.

I was still in that hazy sexual place I go to after orgasm, and I just listened and nodded my head. I vaguely thought perhaps I should cover myself or tell him to go, but instead illegal bahis siteleri I found myself looking at the bulge in his jeans and wondering how it would feel in my mouth or in my hungry pussy. I opened my legs further and moved the hose so he could see my pussy easily.

He walked closer, placing his clipboard on the chair beside the pool, talking gently to me all the time. His voice was soothing, sensual, and soft. He introduced himself as William, ace city employee. He took the other chair and sat beside me, talking gently about the day and his job, while slowly removing his shoes and socks. He rolled up his jeans and placed his feet into the water. I turned on my left side to look up at him and respond. His foot moved lazily in the water, lightly running up and down my thigh. I felt his toes as they slowly slipped between my thighs and came to rest on my shaved pussy. He continued to watch me, planning a quick escape if I seemed disturbed by the events.

Instead, I slowly closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his toe rubbing on my sensitive skin. I could feel him moving up and down my slit, slowly sinking that toe into my hot pinkness, wriggling inside of me and making me tingle. I moved closer to his foot, bringing him deeper into me. I opened my legs to allow him better access. His toe was moving faster now, up and down my sweet lips, lingering on my hard little clit. Usually she is so shy, but for William, she was being very bold, very brazen. Before I realized it, my body started to stiffen, my legs straight and locked in place as I rode his toe to orgasm, calling out as my spasm racked my body.

As I felt my hot pussy throbbing around his toe, I looked up to see him removing his shirt. He gently pulled his foot from between my legs and dropped his jeans into the grass. He stood before me naked in the sun, his cock hard and red, pre-come already gathering on the tip. He gracefully slid into the pool, stretching out full length beside me, his arms wrapping me and pulling me close. I could feel his excitement against my tummy, his warm hands on my back, his breath on my face as he kissed me. We kissed forever, tasting each other, learning each other. His lips molded mine, his tongue washed my mouth sensuously and softly.

The water was slowly lapping against our bodies, feeling cold and refreshing on my burning skin. We both knelt in the water, pressing our bodies close together, enjoying the feel of his hard cock captured canlı bahis siteleri between us, my hard nipples rubbing on his chest. I turned him toward the chair, encouraging him to bend forward. God, he had a lovely ass, tight and pale. I leaned forward and ran my tongue up and down between the cheeks. He quickly realized what I wanted and bent further. My tongue continued to lick him, circling his cheeks, licking his tight little bud. He pushed his hips back against my face, encouraging me to continue. My tongue was circling his tight hole, circling fast then slowly, making him moan aloud.

Then I lapped at his ass, my tongue flat and broad, enjoying the slightly salty taste of him. His hips were wriggling, tempting me to go further. I picked up the hose and ran the cool water against his ass, then licked him with my hot tongue. I continued this, alternating the cool water with my hungry mouth as he spread his legs further and pushed back to me, offering me his tight hole. My tongue started slipping in and out of the puckered ring, and I could taste his sweetness and feel his smooth, hot most-private skin. My hand reached between his legs, caressing his heavy, full balls, my cool fingers encircling his hard cock. His moans intensified. I could hear him asking if he could come inside me, he wanted to feel my smooth pink and how my pussy would wrap around him as I came.

I knelt beside him, leaning on the chair. He positioned himself behind me, holding my hips tightly in his strong hands. I felt the head of his cock as he placed it just inside my swollen slit. I was crazy with lust by now and growling instructions to him, telling him to fuck me, to fuck me hard and deep. He held my hips and drove his hot cock deep into my cunt, burying it far inside me. I clenched my muscles, milking his length, making him moan again. He moved slowly at first, in and out of my deepness. As my voice encouraged him to fuck me, he began to stroke harder, faster. Suddenly, I felt the cool water spraying on my needy clit. He held it between my legs, right against my pleasure center as he fucked me. I couldn’t help myself, I began to come, my whole body jerking with spasms. I felt him pause for a second, then plunge himself so deep inside me. I felt his come filling me, splashing against my smooth pink, his cock throbbing repeatedly.

William leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into the water, still joined. He kissed my neck, whispered sweet things into my hair, held me close. Soon, I felt his cock slipping out of me, leaving cold water in its place. I curled up, my head resting on the top ring and drifted off to sleep, grateful that meter readers are such conscientious government employees!

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I’d interviewed job applicants before, but this was different. Somehow it seemed a lot less formal to be talking to somebody about cleaning my home than interviewing them for a job at the office.

She was very attractive, with a body I kept finding my eyes upon, and she probably didn’t realize that was a strike against her. I’d definitely have to hire somebody I could look at without blushing. She’d probably think it was because she was Hispanic or something, but I’d have to live with that.

She talked at length about her qualifications. I assume they were impressive enough, but I was too absorbed in her deep brown eyes, the perfect curves of her body, the way her mouth moved so carefully around every word.

After a while, she stopped, looking troubled. “You won’t hire me, will you? You look like you made up your mind as soon as I came in. I hadn’t even said anything.” Even while she was accusing me her voice was soft and calm.

I was caught a little off-guard. She was right, of course. While my wife had been alive I’d had no problem with checking out a pretty girl as long as I wouldn’t get caught, just peeking out of the corner of my eye, but since the accident I felt guilty over every impure thought. I needed a woman who’d just take care of the house, maybe cook a few meals, and leave me to the quiet.

I tried to think of a lie she’d buy, but floundered. “That’s not it.. . . I mean, it’s not. . It’s just that . .. I don’t want to . . . ” I sighed, took a breath, then started over. “I live alone Miss Vasquez, but only since my wife and children passed away. I worry that if someone. . . well, someone as breathtaking as you were here in this house. . . .well, I get lonely. I’m afraid that sooner or later I’d get . . . well . . . extra lonely and say or do something . . . inappropriate.”

She considered for a moment, then gave me a sad, warm smile. Finally, she nodded and spoke confidently “I’ll move my things in at the end of the week. You need me here.” By the time I thought of a response, she was already out the door. I told myself if she showed up, I’d send her away, but I was kidding myself. I interviewed two other women, but knew a few minutes into the first one that I’d already found my new housekeeper.

She showed up Saturday morning, true to her word. She was dressed much more casually, with shorts that showed off her legs and a tight white T-shirt. I showed the house, letting her see each of the four bedrooms that were unused, but far from empty, the furnishings and clutter reminded me too much of their former occupants for me to clean them out. The nicest were upstairs, and she chose the one next to mine. It was the largest available, and let in the most sun in the mornings.

I helped her bring in her things. There were more suitcases than I’d ever seen anyone use, but nothing else. In only a few minutes, we were done and she was unpacking. I made a feeble effort to help, but the first case I opened had some lacy underthings, and I mumbled an excuse to find something else to do. She kept chatting away like there was nothing wrong at all, so I leaned against the doorway, unwilling to be rude and walk out in the middle of a conversation, no matter how uncomfortable I was. As I stood there, pointedly not looking at her clothing, I noticed her body instead. Her legs were athletic and sleek, the kind you might see on a panty-hose box. They led up to a bottom that perfectly filled her shorts. Her waist was well toned, easy to see now that she’d put something away on a high shelf and let it come untucked. Now each time she reached toward illegal bahis something or bent, the hem slid about, giving just a tiny peek of skin. Her breasts weren’t as large as many Hispanic women I’ve met, but they had the gravity-defying bounce of a young woman.

That was the first time she caught me looking at her. I suddenly noticed that her eyes were on me, watching me check out her breasts. I couldn’t tell if she was unconcerned or fighting her displeasure with her face as impassive as it was. I immediately looked down at my own feet, trying not to blush but failing miserably. I’m not even sure what excuse I made, but I was out of there in seconds.

We fell into a routine fairly quickly. She would usually still be cleaning when I got home, eager to get everything out of the way, but would wrap things up when I arrived, make us dinner, and talk with me. Mostly she talked, of course, about the places she’d been and people she’d known, but I was surprised how often I found myself sharing a story about my childhood or a joke. I grew comfortable having her around, and was happy I’d let her force her way in.

After a week, I came home to find her bent over the back of the couch, apparently reaching for something on the floor behind it. She didn’t seem to hear me, because she didn’t straighten up, so I got a very good look at her. Her skirt wasn’t short enough to be scandalous, but at that angle, it hid nothing. Her undergarment, a crimson thong, covered little more. I must have stood there for half a minute before she straightened, apparently victorious. She didn’t catch me looking, but when I looked her in the eye pretending that something else had been holding my attention until just that second, she was staring straight at my crotch, which wasn’t nearly as deceptive as the rest of me.

The whole time she cooked dinner I was thinking about the way she looked bent over the couch, all the while trying to force myself not to. For her part, she seemed unconcerned, even a little flirtatious. I appreciated her covering up for my flaws yet again, but knew I needed to keep a tighter rein on myself. Still, it’s not like I could have helped walking in the front door. . .

As soon as she sat down at the table, she gave an exasperated look. “I dropped my napkin already. Would you get it for me?” I didn’t think twice. It was on her side of the table, so I had to reach. It actually took me a moment to notice her legs spread wide so I couldn’t possibly miss. I froze for a moment, shocked, staring. She was wet, and the sight and smell of her was intoxicating. In that instant I pictured my tongue running up the inside of her thigh, working it’s way beneath the soaked cloth, and plunging into her. She put her hand on her leg, then drew it slowly across the flesh until I jumped, hitting my head hard on the table.

I brought her the napkin, then sat down, hiding my erection beneath the table. She kept looking at me, waiting for me to do something, say something, but I couldn’t imagine what to say. Finally, she broke the silence. “You know that was an invitation, yes?” In my entire life, nobody had so bluntly offered me sex, and I’d never wanted so badly to accept. Still, I hesitated.

She began running her leg up the inside of mine. That broke my silence. “You work for me. I pay you to be here. I can’t. . . ” I didn’t know how to finish the sentence, but she got the point. For the first time she looked embarrassed and rejected. She gathered her dishes and started cleaning up, her food untouched. She didn’t speak to me the rest of the night. I stood outside illegal bahis siteleri her closed bedroom door for quite a while, not sure what to say.

That night I touched myself, thinking of her. I imagined myself beneath the table again, but not hesitating this time. I imagined her fingers laced in my hair, pulling my face tight against her. I pictured her bent over the couch while I pounded in and out of her. I fantasized that she was in my bed with me, touching me, whispering in my ear.

The next day she was smiling again. When she brought dinner to the table, she moved all the way behind me before leaning over to put it on the table, letting her body rub slightly against me. As she was standing back up, she whispered in my ear, “I washed the sheets today. “Were you thinking of me?” Her eyes were on me the whole evening, flirtatious, dangerous. When she finished, she stood up slowly. “Do you think you could wash the dishes tonight? I want to go to bed early.” She’d never made such a request before, but I certainly didn’t mind.

When I was done, I walked down the hall toward the bedroom, and noticed that her door was open about an inch. From inside, I could hear a light moaning. I didn’t realize what it was at first, though I’d probably have stopped anyway if I had. She was masturbating, and seemed to be very involved in it.

I moved closer to her door, and could make out her bare legs from just above the knee. A particularly enticing “ooh” from her drew me closer, until I could make out her thighs, and could see just the edge of her knuckles as she moved her fingers in and out of herself. I wanted to see all of her, to watch her breasts, to see her face in it’s rapture, but I couldn’t without opening the door more, and I knew it had a bad squeak. Instead I listened, reveling in it. When she was done, I crept silently inside my room, then touched myself again, orgasming almost immediately.

We went on that way two more nights. She would touch herself while I listened, then wash my sheets each night. The third evening I came home to find her in a french maid’s costume that could only have been purchased somewhere especially trashy. Her breasts were practically on display, and the skirt only covered half of her bottom. She even had a little feather duster to complete the image.

As soon as I’d recovered enough to shut the door, she spoke. “You were watching me.” I blushed, revealing my embarrassment again. “I think you like to watch.” She leaned forward, giving me a view all the way down her top, and touched the tip of the feather duster to her ankle. She looked up at me momentarily to make sure I was watching, as if there were any choice. “Sit down”.

She slid the feather up slowly, teasing both me and herself. She stopped just above the knee, and leaned back down, putting the gentle device on the inside of her ankle instead. She straightened as she slid it up, bringing it all the way with her until it brushed against her pelvis. She shuddered, and I did the same.

She repeated this several times on each leg, each time smiling at me like she owned me (and in that moment she did). She stopped for a minute, then moved over to the couch. She climbed up and bent over it, getting herself into exactly the same pose she’d been in when she caught me staring, except that this time she wasn’t wearing any panties, and I could see her every detail. It was more beautiful than in any fantasy I’d had about her.

She held that for a moment, giving me plenty of time to picture myself inside her, before she found what she was looking for. canlı bahis siteleri She pressed a button, and the music started. It was clearly Mexican, slow and emotional. She started dancing to it, languidly moving about the room, enticing me. She would move so close to me that the smell of her became a taste, and then break away again, running her hands across her body, driving me wild.

The costume came off slowly, one piece at a time. She left it across my lap, eventually dancing for me in the nude, touching herself shamelessly. She sat down on the couch and started touching more wildly, keeping up with the steady increase of the beat, never taking her eyes from mine. When finally she exploded, I thought I was orgasming with her, I was so excited. I wanted her to ask me, silently begged her to, but she didn’t. Instead, she picked her costume up from my lap, letting her fingers brush my erection, then went to her room for the night.

That night, I left my door open an inch. I wanted her to hear the passion she’d inspired in me.

The next morning was a Saturday. She had the weekends off to do as she pleased, since there wasn’t much need with just me in the house. Today, she was here, waiting for me when I woke up. She had a handful of bills, her paycheck evidently already cashed.

“I want to talk to you.” She seemed grimly serious, so I sat right away. “You won’t have sex with me because I work for you. You don’t want to feel like you’re paying a woman to have sex with you, or maybe you think I feel like I have to in order to keep my job. I understand these things.”

She bit her lower lip, then pushed the handful of money at me. “This is everything you paid me for last week. I will give it all to you if you will have sex with me.”

“I thought it through.” she explained, still serious. “You can’t be taking advantage of me if I’m paying you. It isn’t possible.” It was her turn to look shy, trying to act confident but knowing she might be pushing too far.

I smiled, immediately convinced. I’d never been paid for sex, of course, and couldn’t really imagine it, but it felt like a very good excuse to me, a perfect way out of my guilt. “And what exactly would you want, for all that money?”

Her shy smile turned to a wide grin. “Well, I’d want to get my money’s worth, obviously.” She moved closer to me, putting a hand on my leg and smiling when I shivered. She pushed a twenty dollar bill just barely into my pants. “I want the whole day, with you doing anything I tell you. You’ll lick me when I tell you to lick me, and I’ll ask you a lot. You’ll pamper me any way I want, and fuck me when I say it’s time.” This time she pressed a hundred dollar bill down the front of my pants, pushing all the way down to my testicles, and not hurrying to let go. “Do we have a deal?”

I nodded, unable to even form the words, and she started undressing me. She straddled my face there on the couch, coming across my lips twice before she dragged me down to her bedroom. We made love for hours before collapsing, and she woke me up shortly after to pleasure her some more. She was wild and totally uninhibited, making it hard for me not to follow suit. I used words I’d never used, told her my most secret fantasies while I touched her, and made more noise than I’d ever been comfortable making. We spent the entire time in each other’s arms, never even stopping for food.

I fell asleep there, totally relaxed, and content.

In the morning, I awoke to find her looking at me with pouty, puppy-dog eyes. Her hand was on my thigh, teasing my penis. “I’m out of money” she complained. “But I enjoyed spending it soooo much.”

I laughed and smiled wickedly. “I’m sure we can find some way for you to make a little extra cash”. Somehow, the thought of paying her for sex had gone from a source of guilt to a huge turn-on.

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Nervously she steps through the doorway, her heart pounding so hard she fears it may actually leap through her chest, small blunt teeth lowering to worry at an already swollen lip as her eyes anxiously scan the crowd.

Her hands are clenched together tightly, knuckles white with strain as nerves rack her body, her mind a rush of thoughts as she tries to visualise the scene about to take place, several possible outcomes racing over each other, jumbling together into one huge mess in her mind.

Time passes, mere seconds in reality, but to her it’s a lifetime of waiting, watching and hoping…hoping he shows…hoping things go as planned…hoping with all her heart that everything she’s wished for and waited months for, is about to finally come true.

Taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm her nerves she lets her eyes roam slowly over the crowd once more, seeking a glimpse of dark hair, eyes hopefully searching for a tall body in the sea of faces milling around her.

Her heart stops as she spots a dark head weaving its way through the crowd, only to jerk painfully to life once more as she catches sight of the persons face, her disappointment clearly etched on her features as she realises it’s not the one she seeks.

Shoulders slumped and eyes downcast she takes several steps forward, a silent tear tracing its path down a pale cheek. Fearful that her dreams have died before they have had a chance to grow and bloom she stops to take another deep breath, trying desperately to calm herself before she breaks down in the middle of the crowd.

Eyes closing on her inner pain she stands there, hands hanging loosely at her sides, her body slumped forward, her pose reflecting her pain. Her frame shakes with silent sobs as the stress of the journey finally taking its toll on her exhausted body.

A small gasp escapes her trembling lips as she feels the soft brush of a fingertip glide across her cheek, catching her tear before it falls to the floor. Her head jerks up and back, eyes lifting to lock onto the pair above her, widening as the reality sinks in…he’s here…he’s standing right before her…his hand is tracing against her cheek… it’s finally real.

She stands there before him, her body shaking, chest heaving as she drags much needed air deep in to her lungs, her mind racing to take in the reality of the situation. Her eyes flick over his face, taking in every little detail, storing this moment in her memory forever, never wanting it to end.

A shy smile stretches her lips, her voice barely a whisper, husky with emotion as she lifts her eyes to his once more and whispers.

“Hi.”

His answering smile lights up his face, his eyes twinkling as he leans closer to softly whisper his own soft

“Hi.”

Moments pass as she stands motionless before him, their bodies bare inches apart, yet still not touching, his finger lingering gently against her soft cheek. Her eyes close on a soft sigh as she leans into his hand, her smile growing as she feels him move against her flesh, his hand opening to stretch and cup her cheek tenderly, thumb brushing lightly against her skin.

A low moan escapes her lips as she leans forward, eager to press her body against the length of his, her progress halted as she feels him drop his hands to grip her shoulders, gently pushing her back away from him. Confusion creeps into her eyes as she lifts her gaze to his, her protest dying on her lips as she sees his face, his eyes closed against the strain as he tries to bring himself under control once more.

Patiently she waits with hands clenched by her sides for his eyes to open, finally as they flicker open she lifts her gaze to his, her eyes silently asking him… Why?… A shudder passes through his body as he takes a deep breath, his eyes locking on hers as he groans low in his throat.

“If I touch you now, I won’t be able to stop.”

Laughing softly to himself he steps back, his eyes lowering to run over her body, his grin stretching as he takes in the sight before him.

Lifting his eyes, he shakes his head, “I can’t believe you’re finally here.”

A soft whimper passes her lips as she watches his gaze roam over her body, one foot lifting as she steps forward instinctively, only to stop short as he lifts one hand between their bodies a soft “Don’t” slipping past his lips.

Taking a small step back he visibly brings himself under control, shoulders pulling back, chest lifting in a deep cleansing breath, finally a smile breaks out on his face as one hand reaches out to grip hers. Turning to walk away he gently tugs her along with him, his pace fast in his urgency, her own steps increasing rapidly as she struggles to keep up, the smile on her face and the happiness she feels cancelling out any worries she may have in regards to his hastiness.

The next few moments pass in a blur, her eyes moving to drift along his body as he quickly guides her along the walkway, his hand still gripping hers as he ushers bahis firmaları her towards the exit. Stopping just outside the doors he turns to look down at her, his eyes sparkling with happiness as he holds one hand out in front of him, sweeping sideways as he says “Welcome to my world.”

Turning her gaze from his she lets her eyes drift over the scene before her, a soft gasp escaping her lips as her eyes drift from one object to another, her face lifting to his again as she whispers, “It’s beautiful.”

Nodding he quickly dashes to the sidewalk and holds open the door to a cab, nodding to the driver as he moves to lift her bags into the boot.

She turns to smile as he slides into the seat next to her, her hand reaching for his once more as she leans back, eyes closing as she sighs happily. Her eyelids lift, her gaze locking on him, searching his face as one hand lifts, a finger stretching out to tentatively slide against his cheek, her voice in awe as she whispers, “You’re real.”

A deep laugh passes his lips as he leans closer, his own hand lifting to cover hers as it rests against his cheek, his voice low as he whispers for her ears alone.

“As soon as I get you alone, I’m going to show you just how real I am.”

An answering laugh escapes her lips, the tension finally passing as the reality sinks in, her grin wicked, one corner of her mouth lifting as she winks and replies equally low.

“It might take several attempts for me to be truly convinced.”

His voice a deep purr as he responds, “I was hoping you’d say that.”

The journey was swift, the outside world passing by in a blur, each only having eyes for the other, hands drifting softly against bodies, exploring and discovering. As the cab slows to a stop a small frown etches itself against his features, his head lifting in surprise as he glances out the window to discover they have arrived at their destination.

With a wink and a wide grin he helps her from the cab, quickly leading her through the doors and to the desk of the hotel. Her eyes move to take in her surroundings as he deals with the check in, before long they drift back to her favourite subject, a small sigh escaping her lips as she allows herself a few moments of luxury and truly takes in the sight of his body.

Her breathing increases slightly as her eyes drift lower, teeth dropping to worry at her lip as they drift over his ass tightly encased in denim. Her eyes lift, sliding up over his back to the broad expanse of his shoulders, her head filling with visions of what lies beneath the material.

He turns to glance at her, his gaze taking in her flushed cheeks and erratic breathing, smiling softly to himself he quickly snatches up the electronic key for their room, turning to reach for her hand once more. His thumb brushes against the back of her hand as he draws her with him towards the elevators, his impatience reflected in his posture as he shifts restlessly, the wait for the doors to open seeming to take a lifetime.

Moments later they stand before the door of their room, her hand clutching tighter to his as he slips the key into the slot, the light blinks, granting them access. Pushing the door open he allows her to enter before him, she moves quickly to stand in the centre of the room, her hands wringing tightly together as she turns to look back at him.

Turning to close the door he leans back against it, hands braced against the wood as he lets his gaze drift over her body, lingering over her legs before sliding up to take in her hips, the material of her pants fitting snugly against her skin. A soft moan flows past slightly parted lips as his eyes lift to the swell of her breasts as they push against the restricting material of her top, rising and falling rapidly in time with her breathing.

Pushing away from the door he slowly begins to walk towards her, his eyes still indulging in their leisurely perusal of her body. Her gaze is locked on his body in turn, eyes drifting over his shape, her mind filled with images, visions of his naked body pressed against hers.

Stopping before her he lifts a hand to her face, his fingers reaching out to spread against her skin, palm curving slightly to cup her cheek, thumb brushing feather light against her bruised lip, pausing to press gently against the tender flesh. Her eyes drift shut on a low moan, her body swaying forward slightly, drawn to him by its own volition.

Lifting his other hand, he traces a finger across her chin, drifting lower as he trails along her neck, down across her collarbone to finally rest against her shoulder, fingers curling to gently grasp the curve of her upper arm.

Head turning slightly she moves to press a light kiss against his palm, her own hands lifting to rest against his chest, palms moving in tight circles over the material, thumbs reaching out to brush against hardened nipples as they press against the rough fabric.

Slipping one hand higher along his chest she lets her kaçak iddaa fingers explore, running them lightly over his collarbone, following the jutting bone higher, sighing softly as her fingers curve over his broad shoulder, gently kneading against the hard muscles. Hand moving once more she follows the path from his shoulder to the junction between shoulder blade and neck, nails moving to rake lightly against the indentation, before slipping higher to sink deep into his rich dark hair.

Turning her face from his palm, she lifts her gaze to his, a small gasp of surprise escaping her lips as she sees desire and love, aimed at her, reflected within their depths. Fingers jerking within his hair, she tugs him closer, her tongue flicking out to trace along her lower lip, her own eyes plainly reflecting her love and desire for him to see.

With a low groan he closes the gap, his lips fitting against hers easily, the tip of his tongue darting out to press against her lips, pleading for entrance into her warm haven. Eagerly her lips part, his tongue swiftly moving to fill her mouth, sliding along the length of hers, dancing against the edges, teasing, tormenting, fulfilling her yearnings and yet promising much more to come.

Pressing herself against him, her free hand lifts to join its twin as they tangle within his hair, tugging his lips harder against hers. Moaning in frustration, her body unable to press as close to his as she craves she pulls back from the kiss to search his eyes, her frustration reflected back at her within his dark orbs.

Breath coming in harsh gasps he leans his forehead against hers, cool air flowing against her heated cheeks as he struggles to catch his breath before whispering in a low groan.

“You have too many clothes on.”

Her soft laugh in answer flowing past his ears, head twisting slightly, nose brushing lightly against his as she whispers in turn.

“As do you my love.”

Stepping back her hands lift to tug at the edges of his shirt, her eyes locked on his, a smile of pure joy lighting her face. His answering grin stretches across his face as his own hands drop to the buttons of her shirt, making short work of them as he rapidly slips each one through its corresponding hole.

Dropping his hands from her shirt he moves to grip his own, lifting and tugging it up over his body, her hands lift to stop his progress as the shirt begins to pass over his face. Trapped beneath the material he cannot see, his body on fire as he feels her pressing against his bare chest, her lips lifting to lay soft delicate butterfly kisses along his jaw.

Groaning low in his throat he begs,”Please love.”

One last kiss is pressed against his rough jaw line before she takes pity and releases his arms. A deep growl passes his lips as his face finally emerges from the material, lips moving as he mutters, “Tease.”

The laughter dies on her lips as her eyes focus on the sight before her, broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, a trail of dark hairs leading down his stomach before disappearing from sight beneath his jeans. His own eyes are busy trailing over her body, her shirt gaping open revealing lace covered breasts to his gaze, pale skin glowing, the silver of her navel piercing glinting in the light, drawing his eyes lower.

With a deep groan her hands lift to the waistband of his jeans, nibble fingers swiftly releasing the button from its enclosure, zipper sliding effortlessly to the base. Stepping back he pushes his feet out of his shoes, kicking them to the side carelessly, his hands lifting back to the waist of his denims, fingers curling against the fabric as he pushes back and down, sighing softly as the material slides soundlessly against his flesh to pool around his ankles.

Quickly kicking his jeans to the side he brings his body back to hers, crushing himself against her softness, hands drifting over her back, tugging her closer still. Moaning softly she rubs her hips against the fabric of his boxers, sighing softly as she feels his hardness pushing against her, eager for her touch.

Her hands drop to his waist, fingers curling against the fabric as she slowly slides it lower, the backs of her fingers brushing against his ass, muscles tensing beneath her hands as a low moan sounds deep in his throat. Flicking her tongue out against his chest, moaning softly at the saltiness, her hands pushing further, a grin breaking out against her features as she feels them slip down to rest against his feet.

Slipping her hands behind him she slowly trails her nails against his bare flesh, laughing softly as she hears a low moan above her, rumbling through his chest and into hers, his body shivering beneath her touch. His hands glide over her back, lifting to rest against her shoulders, fingers dipping beneath the material, pushing backwards, smiling to himself in satisfaction as the soft material slides easily to the floor.

Large hands slide over her delicate back, nimble fingers quickly kaçak bahis divesting her of her bra, her breasts exposed to the cool air, nipples hard from excitement. Moans fill the room, hers and his, as his hands lift to cup her breasts, thumbs moving to slide against the hard nubs. Head dipping, his tongue flicks out against one nipple, her body jerking against his in reaction to his touch, her hands lifting to grip against his arms.

One hand snakes behind her back, tugging her to him as his mouth opens to suck her nipple deep within his warm recesses, tongue continuing to torment from within. Lifting his head he brings his gaze to hers, her eyes glazed with desire she blinks to bring him into focus, her lips parted as her breath rushes in and out.

A wicked grin lights his face as he slowly walks her backwards, his eyes locked on hers, hands gently guiding her until she feels herself bump against a wall. Sagging against this support in relief she braces her back against it, relieving her shaky knees of their duty.

Pressed against the wall she stares into his eyes, her breasts heaving as she allows her eyes to drift lower, a small gasp escaping her lips as she sees how aroused he has become, his cock hard and erect, throbbing in time with the steady beating of his heart.

Stepping closer he leans to press a light kiss against her neck, his lips grazing slowly across her flesh, slipping lower as he travels down her body. Pausing he presses a soft kiss against her breasts, his tongue flicking out teasingly along the underside of each before slipping lower to dip into her navel.

Teeth grazing lightly against her flesh he drops to his knees, hands lifting to slide against the material of her pants, moving up and around to cup her ass, squeezing gently before releasing her and reaching for the button at the front. Her eyes close on a soft sigh as she leans against the wall, her hands sliding back to rest against the cool surface, fingertips pressing down firmly.

Leaning close to her body he presses a kiss above the button as his fingers deftly ease it through the tiny hole and slide the zipper free. Peeling the material open he presses a lingering kiss against the soft skin visible above the lace of her panties.

A low groan sounds in the room, her body consumed with desire as she feels his lips against her heated skin, one hand lifting from the wall to drop against his head, fingers slipping deep within his dark locks, tugging him closer against her.

Keeping his lips close to her body, his tongue darting out at intervals to lick against her skin, he grips the edges of her pants and slips them down past her hips, pushing them till they lay in a heap at her feet. Lifting his head he leans lower, lips pressing briefly against her thigh as his hands carefully ease her feet from their shoes, gently lifting each foot as he slides her pants free, a soft kiss left against the instep of each foot as her reward.

Pushing her pants to the side, he once more lifts his hands to rest against her thighs, his face brushing against her stomach as he rests against her, breathing deeply, absorbing her scent. Hands sliding higher to cup her ass, tugging her against him as he takes one last deep breath before pushing back to stare up into her eyes.

Dropping her gaze to his as she feels his touch leave her body, she stares in wonder at the love reflected back at her, her breath catching on a soft sob. A crooked grin tugs at his mouth momentarily, before he quickly ducks forward to press a gentle kiss against her silk covered mound, his fingers creeping up her ass to tuck into the top of her panties, pulling and dragging them lower over her hips.

Pushing them to the floor, he once more lifts each foot out, his lips lingering longer against her instep, tongue moving to slide against her flesh before he gently places it back on the ground. Rocking back on his heels he looks up, his gaze locked on her bare pussy, his grin stretching wide across his face as he leans forward to press his lips against the bare flesh.

Groaning low she presses her hips forward, pushing off the wall, pressing harder against his teasing mouth, hips jerking as a loud gasp escapes her lips, his tongue snaking out against her lips, sliding against her slick skin. Her hands grip tighter in his hair, pushing him closer to her, needing his touch against her body.

Laughing softly he pushes back from her, slowly sliding back up her body, his tongue trailing against her skin, stopping to circle her navel before continuing it’s journey higher. Hands following in his tongues wake, moving to slide around her back, fingers digging deep into her flesh.

Leaning forward, his lips brush against hers as his fingers dig deeper into her hips, lifting and sliding her higher against the wall, her arms lift, hands moving to grip his shoulders for support, her breasts bouncing and brushing against his face.

As her nails dig into his shoulders her legs lift to wrap around his body, her head tossing back, pressing against the wall as she feels his hard cock rub along the length of her aching pussy, her body pushing down against it, needing to feel him buried deep inside her.

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Rachel looked through her bedroom window to the street below and watched the storefront lights flicker on and then lifted her eyes to the first silhouettes of twilight spreading across the city, heralding the approaching night.

Tonight there would be hours of hot, sleepless dark, lying naked on her bed, and pacing the floor feeling a mixture of loneliness and want in the pit of her stomach. Perhaps Rachel would return to bed and lie on her stomach, squeeze a pillow between her legs and feel its pressure against her thighs, rocking to it, thinking of the man in the window across the street. Hassan. There was one other alternative. She could seduce him and have him in person. Did she dare?

She pictured his dark, hairy arms moving over her smooth white skin and imagined his mouth below the trim black moustache kissing her breasts, tasting her neck, licking her earlobes. She could almost sense the tip of his pink, hot tongue probing gently between her lips, tasting her, opening her, moving down her body, setting her belly on fire, awakening the flow of lava within.

Hassan worked at the small grocery store on the corner where Rachel shopped for odds and ends and conveniences: when she was out of coffee filters or a loaf of bread. He had appeared across the counter a few weeks ago in late spring, suddenly, as if a tower had been built in the neighborhood at a moment’s notice. He was tall and wiry, eastern looking, with thick black shoulder-length hair which he kept in a ponytail. He wore a horizontal thin moustache, thick long sideburns, and had beautiful coffee-colored skin. She wanted to eat his skin, taste it as if it was molded from marzipan made from almonds grown in deep in the east, somewhere near the silk road, where men with cocks as thick as horses rode their women to wails of ecstatic anguish every night.

The first time Rachel saw him, Hassan had looked at her with a trace of a smile, as if he could see more than her face, her willowy figure, and her casual clothes. She felt like a mountain range under his gaze, her hills and valleys to be explored, her streams and rivers to be searched out. His eyes weren’t lustful, but searching, mesmerizing, tantric in their insistence, as if Hassan could draw her soul to him with a look.

She noticed he had a habit with each customer of taking their right hand in his, and giving them their change with clasped hands. He exuded a dark warmth to everyone, a leisurely easiness, as if he wasn’t working in a store in the west, but a market in the east where all the world gathered for stories, to drink in the scent of the stalls, to greet friends and strangers alike.

She felt his hand on her wrist that first time, and though she instinctively shrank from his exotic manly grasp, somehow his touch was a mixture of heat and electrical power, flowing from his body to hers. She felt the coins clink into her hand and heard his voice, as deep as a mountain lake, say thank you.

“I’m Hassan,” he said, too, as she left, adding, “Please come again.”

She looked back to see his brown eyes dancing in a face that didn’t quite smile, and seemed to rivet her to the doorway where he would have his way with her if this was another time and place.

Walking home to her one-bedroom apartment after that first encounter, Rachel felt a sensation of floating, as if instead of using her feet she had levitated home, and felt with it an awakening hunger. She saw once again his fingers grasping her wrist; his long, strong fingers with fine black hair growing sparsely on the back of his hand, as if the testosterone within him bloomed in great manly flowers, emanating into his deep voice, his hairy body, and the unknown manhood within his clothes.

His eyes were penetrating and intelligent, not fleeting, but focused; not staring, but able to gain entry into her, to look through the gateway of her soul and to see the awakening curiosity and longing Rachel held for him. Where was he from? What were his stories? What did he look like naked? Did he have as big a cock as she imagined? What did it feel like to be held captive in his arms?

A week after Rachel met him she’d idly looked out the window late at night, and seen a man in a window across the street. Hassan’s profile was unmistakable, his strong frame outlined by bright lights within as he stared up at the moon and stars, which glowed dimly through the city lights. Rachel’s lights were off, so she knew he couldn’t see her. She watched his lanky form, staring in spite of herself as he opened his window and sat astride it, half in and half out, a cigarette glowing where he held it against his thigh in between slow, deliberate drags.

She wished he would finish and go inside, turn out the lights of his apartment and cast his glance here, so that Rachel could turn on her lights and give him a show, stretching, stripping, bending and writhing, performing for him, luring him. But her hair stood on end thinking about it. Who knew what mysteries were locked within his tightly muscled body, inside his soul searching among the stars. Perhaps he was a wanderer, searching for the meaning of life, listening illegal bahis to the sound of each city, hearing its heartbeat and feeling its pulse, before moving on and seeking another throbbing city, his woman of the night. Rachel wanted to open her window and call out to him, to offer herself, but she resisted the urge.

Eventually he had finished the cigarette and gone inside, and the lights had gone out, but Rachel hadn’t performed for him. Instead, she’d slipped off her clothes, sat back in her bed across a plethora of pillows, and stroked her body, feeling his eyes penetrate her, imagined him whispering erotic eastern fantasies to her, feeling his mouth sucking her nipples, feeling his strong hands open her, his long cock thrusting up into her, until finally, panting, she had come in a torrent of ecstasy, breathing so hard she felt as if she’d run for miles and exhausted herself.

Even so, Rachel didn’t sleep. It wasn’t enough; it wasn’t satisfying. In the dark, the ceiling seemed to swim with long, hairy fingers, not scary, but intriguing, seeking to stroke and touch her body, to explore her texture, to knead the muscles under her skin and to awaken every sense within her, making her taut with desire without any further release.

After that night, Rachel vowed never to go into the store again, but to put Hassan from her mind and rid herself of the temptation; to seal up the passion. Instead, she resolved to go to the gym and work out. Perhaps that would relieve the tension, the ache as if she had found a mysterious new door in her apartment, but was resolved to paper it over with a poster and forget about it. After all, it was foolish to dream; she and Hassan were from different worlds. He had expressed no particular interest in her, other than the searching gaze each time she went into the store. He was nothing more than a fantasy, an unattainable masculine fire that would burn out soon enough if only she channeled her feelings into other pursuits.

At first it seemed to work, and the routine of exercise, work and friends loosened her from the grip of ferocious hunger. Although it was hot during the summer nights, she slept better and tried to think of movie stars whenever she masturbated, and not Hassan.

It was inevitable, though, that she would need something from the store, and one evening she discovered that she’d run out of toothpaste. She considered going to another store, but still went to the small place on the corner, part of her hoping against hope that he wouldn’t be working tonight, but another part of her giving in to desire.

There he was, as usual, greeting her and squeezing her wrist with the same strength, jarring her soul and making her loins flow like the Nile. She almost told him that she lived in the building opposite, but something made her bite her lip and walk out with nothing ventured.

That night, Rachel went to bed early, while it was still light, thinking about Hassan, wondering what she should do. She drifted off while reading Scheherazade, waking in the morning a little before her alarm sounded. She lay half awake, a little feverish and aware she’d been dreaming. She sensed the wetness between her thighs, and almost felt a lingering hand on her breast and a masculine mouth on her thighs, as if her dream of union had not yet reached consummation. It had been Hassan in her dream, and she’d lusted after his huge thickness, willing him to push its length deep inside her. There was no refreshment in sleep, and although Rachel got out of bed and went to work, all day the craving grew. She had to see him, somehow. She had to have him carnally, to bring her passion to a full and burning climax.

So here she was, now, late that night, looking across to his room, where the lights were still off. Perhaps he kept them off, or was asleep, or maybe he was out with a lover, seducing her, or wandering the streets alone, gathering stardust, reciting eastern poetry to the night sky, watching the leaves of city trees fluttering black against the night sky, the call of an evening bird sounding in answer to his deep voice.

Suddenly, Rachel was seized by an impulse to find him, to bare her body and soul and to have him, come what may. She threw on a sheer blouse without putting on a bra, slipped on shorts without panties, and pushed her feet into thongs. The night air was heavy and humid but not overpowering. It was hot enough to bead the perspiration on her neck and for a trickle to flow between her breasts.

She paced across the street outside his building, wondering what to do. She had to get inside. She tried the apartment building door, which was locked, and she didn’t know which suite number was his. She could guess if only she could get inside. It was on the third floor—the second occupied floor, since the first floor had only storefronts—the same as her building across the street. She couldn’t press the buzzer to call him; at least she wasn’t that desperate yet. What would she say? She checked her watch and found it was after midnight. She should slip back across the street and go home.

Then an old man appeared from inside Hassan’s apartment illegal bahis siteleri building and came out, holding the door open for her. Rachel nodded at him, feeling her pulse quicken with a mixture of panic and foreboding. Inside she could smell a trace of marijuana and air freshener mingled with carpet cleaner. She walked straight forward up a flight of stairs to the second floor, and then up another flight to the third floor. The hallway was dimly lit, and Rachel bit her lip, tiptoeing along, looking at the number on each door, trying to guess which one was his. It must be the second to last, since he wasn’t on the corner, but next to it.

Just as she reached the correct door, Rachel stopped in her tracks, seeing that it was open a crack, revealing a dark interior. The smell of incense wafted out, and as she watched, she saw the sudden glow of a cigarette in the darkness, and felt her heart beat almost to bursting and felt as if she could hear it pound. She was glued to the spot and waited, wondering if he had seen her. There was no sound or motion from inside. After a few moments, she slipped just out of sight of the doorway, and listened, wondering if she should go through with it. She closed her eyes, listening, trying to hear him breathe, trying to hear him draw in the smoke and blow it out—but she could hear nothing.

When she opened her eyes, Rachel almost gagged with the fright of seeing Hassan in front of her, his tall, lean body observing her from the doorway, seemingly without surprise.

“I—”, she said, intending to make some excuse, but he put a finger to her lips, indicating her to be silent, and led her by the hand into the darkness of his suite, closing the door behind her, and seated her in a large comfortable chair. Her eyes slowly became accustomed to the darkness since a little bit of light leaked in from the street through his dark curtains. Hassan sat in a chair opposite her, smoking silently for a few minutes before he spoke.

“I saw you down below a few moments ago when my uncle left. I recognized you—you’ve been in the store, haven’t you. I’ve told you my name, but you haven’t told me yours.”

“It’s Rachel. I—”.

He cut her off again, his deep voice cutting into her sentence.

“Let’s not offer excuses at this hour. Fate and the night throws together many possibilities, some of which we seek, and others we don’t. Many times we seize no opportunity, and the moment is lost as if a wave washes over us and there is nothing to remember. Such is the life of those who rest in the obscurity of the familiar and the habitual. But I sense that you are not like that Rachel, are you? For example, the first time we met, you bought garlic and chilies as well as soap, and I thought, well, here is a young woman who is clean as well as having a spicy life…”

His voice smiled in an ironic way, and his last words lifted in such a way as to continue, while he took a long draw on his cigarette.

“You remind me of a woman I met in Qila Shaikhupura one night as I wandered by the stone fort built by a mogul emperor along the river. In the same place, Alexander the Great fought one of his most serious battles. I could almost hear the sound of distant horses as I looked at the night sky above the water. There was no moon, but stars only, and the tobacco I held to my lips was satisfying as I gazed on the water.”

“Then as I looked across the fort, a woman approached, walking furtively but in my direction, slowly but surely closing the gap between us. It was not a place of prostitution, so I wondered what she was doing there alone. She came straight up to me like a phantom, but I recognized her the instant she removed the shawl from her face as a woman who often visited the marketplace where I worked in the daytime. She didn’t speak a word, but pressed against my body, offering herself to me, begging me to take her there and then in the darkness. I had the feeling that she wanted to take revenge against some lover who had betrayed her, but I was glad to oblige. Neither of us said a word.”

“Against the stone wall of the fort I thrust her, taking her flesh, pressing into her ripe body again and again, feeling her tight thighs reach climax one, two, three times before it seemed her legs gave way, and I had to hold her in my arms against the wall. After a minute or two, however, she was off, like a female Djinn or spirit of the night, and was lost in the darkness. It was the last I ever saw of her. Now answer me, Rachel…”

He took another draw on his cigarette and stubbed it out, apparently in an ashtray beside his chair, blowing the smoke upward. His smooth voice was utterly entrancing, and the way he spoke, Rachel felt unable to move under his spell. She too wanted to be taken, to be utterly possessed, laid and fornicated.

“You’re here for the same reason, aren’t you? Yes or no, nothing else.”

He stood, and Rachel felt his presence, smelled his scent, not objectionable, but masculine, powerful and full. She nodded silently, unable to stem the catch in her throat, and stood to meet him, shivering even though it was warm, crossing her canlı bahis siteleri arms in front of her.

“Well then. You shall have your wish,” he said, and taking her hand roughly, led her through the shadows a short way and into his bedroom.

Rachel saw that it was an inner room without a window. Inside there was a single candle burning, a large bed, a plush couch with large arms, and a huge dresser with a larger mirror. Incense was burning slowly on the dresser, and the scent transported her to places she’d dreamed of with silk cushions and Persian carpets.

She already felt exposed and in his power, but almost immediately and without a word his large hands pulled off her top, ripped down her shorts and slipped off her thongs, leaving her utterly naked before him. He pressed her against the wall, her naked breasts, belly and legs feeling his hard frame. She could smell his skin which seemed as if he had danced in a mountain of exotic spices. He pressed against her, kissing her mouth with lips much softer than she expected, and his tongue, probing lightly, made her thighs water. She had expected something much more rough. He wasn’t consistent—sometimes he was gentle, sometime rough, but each time he was gentle she wanted more roughness.

Almost without warning, he lifted her up and held her in both arms, squeezing her skin for a moment before laying her out on the soft bed, and before she knew it he was astride her, tying each of her limbs to the four corners of the bed, first her wrists and then her ankles, with what seemed like silk scarves. She was utterly open and naked before him, and could not resist his will.

In the candlelight she watched him strip, seeing the muscles rippling along his chest as his shorts and underwear dropped, and a long cock appeared, looming before her, glistening in the flickering dimness.

She gasped, letting loose a moan half of fright and half of desire, feeling trapped, but not wanting to be unloosed before he had completely possessed her.

The man bent down, holding down her wrists, and kissed her neck, licking the sweat from her breasts in round circles, avoiding her nipples. He licked first the outside of her breasts, and then her belly, alternating with frequency, moving his strong hands to grasp the sides of her exposed torso. Her erect nipples ached for his mouth, but still he would not suck them or even lick them. After some time, his tongue went down to her outer thighs and his warm breath moved between her legs, but he didn’t lick her pussy, returning to her breasts and belly again and again.

“Oh God,” she started to pant, closing her eyes and opening them again, feeling his powerful hands holding her, his hot tongue licking her, and wanting more. “Suck me!” she finally said in a gasp of want.

He didn’t suck, but put a warning hand over her mouth, and went down and licked the outside of her labia with the tip of his tongue, running it leisurely up and down, avoiding her clitoris and inner thighs. She felt as if hot springs were welling up from inside her legs, and she couldn’t get her mind off his cock, wanting it, but not being able to see it other than momentarily as he moved over her.

Suddenly he grasped both breasts in his strong hands and sucked one nipple and then the other, hard, while laying the shaft of his cock over her thighs with the tip at her belly button. Rachel groaned, wanting him inside, willing him to take her.

But no. Instead of thrusting into her, he resumed kissing and licking her breasts, moving his mouth down to her ripe pussy for brief moments, and then back. Each time he moved down, she ground her thighs up into him, willing to feel him against her, wanting to feel him inside, deep inside. Then after what seemed like a long time, he made an O with his tongue, and took her clitoris inside the heat of his mouth, rubbing and sucking it with more and more intensity until she was on the edge, urgently pressing into him, wanting to come.

When she was almost there, he moved to her outer thighs, and softly sucked her nipples, letting her down, not letting her come. It was frustrating. He began again, tasting her breasts and thighs, bringing her so close she thought she would make it, but didn’t, and ached to be rid of the silk scarves so she could jump him and impale herself on that huge cock and have her fill.

He took her down again, till her breathing was slower. She expected him to begin again, but this time he didn’t. He untied the scarves, and before she could plunge herself against him, he picked her up in two arms and set her down over the arm of the plush couch opposite the bed, with her ass up, and grabbed her waist with both hands. He fucked deep inside her with one hard thrust after another, his whole length moving in and out of her again and again. Rachel was already so close that the fucking brought Rachel to an explosive orgasm, with a loud guttural moan. She felt like a lion being possessed by her mate. He slowed for a moment, then reached around her and stroked her plump pink clitoris, and pumped his thick penis inside her without stopping. She came again, violently, arching herself open to take all of him inside her, feeling his shaft deep in her. With a quivering spasm, he grabbed her body in a vise-like grip and the dam of his body burst forth, filling her wanting thighs with the fountain of his manhood.

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Alone and naked, Jacquie climbed onto the table to lie down on her tummy. After a brief glance around the room and a deep reassuring breath, she opted to rest her head on her crossed arms rather than the head rest that was provided. Her cute ass was bare and vulnerable and Jacquie lifted her head wondering what to do. Moving her arms so she could brace herself on her elbows she felt a small towel bunch up beneath her. It was small and white but it was no bigger than a dish towel. Realizing that this was all she had to protect her modesty, she quickly spread it over her bottom before lying down again to wait, nervously.

As she waited patiently, her mind began to wander. When she walked into the air conditioned office the first thing she noticed was a very handsome man sitting at the desk in a white lab coat. His named tag told her his name was John. A moment later, John raised his head and looked deep into her eyes. Jacquie felt naked, not nude-naked but vulnerable-naked; as in he could see right through her and into her soul. Startled by the impact of his gaze, Jacquie trembled. Noticing her trepidation, John wanted to put her at ease so he flashed his most welcoming smile.

Pulling herself together and silently admonishing herself for her schoolgirl reaction to him, she said her name but she said it so quietly that he hadn’t heard her. Since he was just looking at his appointment book before she came in he knew her name was Jacquie.

Standing up from behind the neat desk, John handed her a clip board with a pen clipped under the lever. ‘Would you please have a seat over there and fill this out while I see to the room?’ he said as he pointed to the small but nicely decorated waiting area.

‘Sure’ Jacquie answered but again he barely heard her as he was already walking away from her to what must have been the ‘room’.

As she sat down in one of the two chairs in front of a small coffee table with magazines neatly stacked on one side, Jacquie watched his retreating back. She could see that the lab coat was stretched taut against broad shoulders and the fluttering at the sides suggested a slim waist.

Jacquie returned to the questionnaire. She answered the questions quickly since they all seemed pretty common on forms such as these. She had filled out others just like it at the chiropractor’s office and the ophthalmologist just the other day. When she was done, Jacquie walked over and placed it on the desk. Just as she was about to return to her seat to wait, John came out and asked her to follow him.

Leading her down a short corridor, John opened the door to the room he had been preparing for her as she completed the required forms. John asked her to hop up onto the table for a moment as he kicked a small stool closer so she could get up without difficulty.

John placed a blood pressure cuff on her upper arm and he smiled at her again as he pumped it up and it tightened on her arm. A moment later the air was being released with a hiss and her arm was free. Next he stood before her and opened a couple of buttons of her white silk blouse. He put a stethoscope in his ears and placed the cold metal ring just below her left breast. Her heart was beating at an outrageous pace and she knew he knew why. Jacquie tried not to look at him, not wanting her embarrassment to show but his eyes drew hers to his like a moth to a flame, and he smiled again. As if nothing was said between them with that look, John removed the stethoscope and suggested that she use the bathroom across the hall before undressing and he turned to leave.

Unbuttoning the last few buttons on her blouse, Jacquie surveyed her surroundings. The silky garment slid silently down her arms as her eyes wandered around the room. She saw a small lamp with a low watt bulb and a dark shade to keep the lighting subdued. Reaching between her breasts, she undid the clasp and slipped the lacy white lingerie from her shoulders like a shirt. Her manicured fingers reached back to unbutton her skirt and slide the zipper slowly down before wiggling her hips to aid its descent to her black heeled feet. Standing in only her panties and shoes, Jacquie inhaled deeply noticing the soft sent of musk. On a small utility table next to the flannel sheeted massage table was a potpourri bowl with the scented oil being heated by a small tea light candle. Next to it was an electric bottle warmer and in it was a plastic bottle filled with what she assumed would be the massage oil.

Realizing that John could walk in at any moment and she was still only half undressed, she quickly slid her panties down her shapely legs and slipped them off along with her shoes. Using the little stool, Jacquie climbed back up onto the table only this time, she lay down on her tummy. She knew that John was probably reading her questionnaire to give her time to get ready for him.

Inadequately covered with the small white towel, Jacquie jumped slightly as she heard the door open quickly and she peeked from her crossed arms to see John illegal bahis walk in.

In a soothing deep voice John said, ‘Take a couple of nice deep breaths. Allow the soft scent relax you.’ Soft music began as he must have turned on the CD player.

‘Trust me, Jacquie. Let me help you to relax and enjoy this experience. It is best not to talk so you can focus only on the feel of my hands as they massage away the stress and pain. Close your eyes and let your senses and my skill take you away. Are you ready?’

‘Yes’ Her little voice croaked out as she closed her eyes trying to do exactly what he suggested. She took deep breaths and put her hands beside her body and placed her face in the head rest.

With her eyes closed and making every effort to relax, Jacquie felt John moved to her side. Large, warm, soft hands pressed gently but firmly on the center of her smooth back. Each hand separated, as he pressed up to her neck and down to the top of the little towel covering her nakedness. Then just as firmly he slid those talented hands across her back from side to side.

Keeping her eyes closed was not a problem but remembering to breath was. Inhaling deeply to keep breathing was something she consciously had to try remember.

The CD player sent out sounds of waves crashing on shore and seagulls squawking softly in the background that made her feel as though she were on a beach lying on the warm soft sand somewhere tropical. The calming composition hid the sounds of John picking up the warmed bottle of scented oil so it was a surprise when a steady stream of tepid liquid was drizzled on her back between her shoulder blades.

His warm hands quickly followed to evenly spread the oil across her back. Jacquie was surprised to hear a soft moan escaped from her lips as his hands pressed harder working out the kinks from her tired muscles. Kneading and rubbing her into a state of true bliss, John smiled at her little indiscretion. She could not see that smile but she sensed it. Slippery strong fingers massaged her shoulders and her neck muscles driving away any thought of embarrassment. All she had to remember to do was breath deeply and keep her eyes closed.

Jacquie’s eyes popped open and her body tensed as she felt the small little white towel being lifted from her bare bottom. John used it to gently smooth away the excess oil from her back. When the air hit her ass it was all she could do to stay still. Surprise is such a laughable word for how she felt but she was more than surprised at herself that she did nothing about it but lay still waiting to see what was to happen next. Jacquie could not help noticing that when John replaced the towel to her cute bottom, he placed it more on the small of her back than her ass.

Standing at her side, John took her small hand in his and poured some warm oil onto her tanned arm. His greasy fingers smoothed the oil all the way up to her shoulder and back down again towards her hand. He stroked up and down a few more times deeply massaging her muscles before he carefully massaged her hand. Jacquie could not believe how erotic it was to have your hand massaged. His thick fingers slid very sensuously through her smaller ones as he massaged her palm with his thumbs. The squishy wetness and the slippery sliding were making her feel stimulated. That thought surprised her. How could having your hand massaged excite her? John took each finger and tugged on it gently with one last thrust of his fingers through hers. Shocked she found that she was wondering just how thick the rest of his body was beneath that lab coat of his. ‘Thank God, he can’t read my thoughts!’

Just as before, John took the little towel from her bottom and rubbed it softly up her arm. He took his time and dried off each and every finger, on by one. Placing the towel back on her bum, he walked to the other side and repeated the same procedure in its entirety with her other arm, hand and fingers.

Letting the soft music whisper in her ear; the erotic scent overwhelm her; and the gentle but firm hands of John massage her to a state of oblivion, Jacquie was in heaven. She could not believe that she had waited so long to come for a massage. She didn’t even have to try and remember to breathe any more and she was so relaxed that her eyelids grew heavy and stay closed all on their own. The tenseness left her body as his fingers worked their magic as they danced across her body.

John stood next to her leg and squeezed the bottle of warm oil as trickled down her thigh and calf. John’s hands quickly followed the path gliding the liquid over her skin. His strong hands gripped her leg as he stroked and massaged from her knee to the cheeks of her ass; the towel was placed way to high on her lower back to be any hindrance to her bum cheeks. His hands clamped over her thigh and started to rub back and forth from between her legs to the outside; each hand rubbing in a different direction. John went to the end of the table and took her calf and rested it against illegal bahis siteleri his chest. His hands artfully caressed her thigh as her shin was warmed by his body.

In this position, Jacquie realized that John had an unobstructed view between her legs. The towel being so far up her back as to leave her bottom bare as well as when he began massaging her legs, he spread them a little so he could reach every part. As the air and surely John’s eyes touched her most private spot, she tingled. She knew that this erotic experience was causing her to moisten slightly. She could feel the moisture flow and seep from her sex and with her preference to be clean shaven it would make her swollen labia shine. He would know what he is doing to her.

What was more arousing, his touch; him looking at her? She didn’t know. All she knew was that she was near to bursting with excitement.

‘Oh God, my feet’ She thought. ‘He is rubbing the sole of my foot with his thumbs. Ahhhhhhhhhgh.’

Just as he had with her hand, John slid a finger between each and every toe. The oil allowed his thick finger to slide its way in; filling the small space with his thickness. You would have thought her clit was connected to the space between her toes. She was more aware of her leaking slit than she was of his fat fingers now pulling on each individual toe.

As always, John took the towel from her back and wiped down her thigh to her calf and ending with her foot. He took his time as he dried every toe. She knew his eyes were not on the job at hand but he was watching the shiny moist part of her. She couldn’t see him but she felt the heat of his gaze as strongly as she felt his hand on her foot. Dropping the towel on her back again, John repeated every erotic touch and deeply massaged her other leg and foot, only this time John did not replace the towel on her body at all. He tossed it aside somewhere in the room.

Standing on the side of the table, John squirted more oil onto her bottom. Jacquie felt the warm oil run down the cheeks of her ass to mingle with the wetness between her legs. Now the sheen on her hairless labia was a mixture of bottled oil and her own special oil. While thinking about how the oil will look and how it felt, John took his thumb and spread a cheek aside to dribble more in the deep cleft there. The oil puddle in the little puckered opening and the excess ran down to join the pool between her legs.

If John had begun the massage this way, Jacquie would have jumped off the table and left the room shocked but she was past the point of no return. A forklift would not get her off that table now. She didn’t even know what was coming but she knew she was going nowhere until whatever it was happened. She was so relaxed now. Any possible tenseness she might have felt was keeping herself from moaning aloud. She was so close to coming she couldn’t believe it. No one had touched her breasts or her clit or any part of her body that causes her to orgasm yet and she was ready to burst. Her clit was literally throbbing and she could feel her hard nipples pressing into the table.

John’s hand gripped the cheek of her ass that was away from him. His fingers were massaging the fatty part of the cheek while his thumb was buried deep into her cleft. The grip he had on her cheek allowed him to open her to his gaze. His hard thumb was pressed firmly against her wrinkled aperture. He pressed harder adding pressure but he did not insert a finger. He knew the pressure alone was enough to send her over the edge. His big hand gripped the other cheek, the one closest to his own body. This time it was his thumbs kneading the fatty flesh and his tantalizing fingers teasing her. His hand gripped both cheeks spreading her wide and then closing them up tight teasing her over and over again. His eyes delighted in the sight before him but he enjoyed the knowledge that Jacquie was in a delicious sort of agony even more. Reaching for the tossed towel once more, John carefully wiped away the oil from her ass but he did not wipe away her natural oil on her lovely shiny shaven lips.

Jacquie barely heard his words when he asked her to roll over for him. Again he said, ‘Roll over, please.’ This time she heard him but it was as if he were speaking underwater or in a slow motion dream.

Jacquie lifted her body up and rolled to her back. Very aware that she was completely naked and totally aroused, she just didn’t care, although she could not look him in the eye as he helped her.

John noticed the lack of eye contact but he didn’t need to look into her eyes to know what she wanted. The wetness between her legs and her hard nipples told him everything he needed to know.

Using her belly button as a reservoir, John poured the oil on her flat tummy. His hands slid across her tummy down to where her sparse pubic hair began to just below her breasts. He knew her nipples were aching to be touched or kissed but he made sure he did not touch them at all, not even accidentally.

Wiping canlı bahis siteleri away the oil from her tummy, John oiled her thighs and shins one at a time. His hands repeated the same movements on the fronts of her legs and he had on the backs. He gently opened her legs a bit to get a firm grip on each thigh thus opening the view to her sex again. His hands massaged deeply and firmly and slid slickly up and down her thighs. His fingers lightly grazed her swollen labia and she nearly jumped from the table from the deliberate sexual shock he had every intention of making her feel.

Jacquie couldn’t control herself any longer. Her hips lifted from the table silently begging him for more as soft little sighs and moans slipped from her opened mouth. But John was not ready to allow her the release that her body cried out for. He just took the towel and wiped her thighs and shins dry, carefully opening her legs so he could see the pink pussy greased and wanting.

Moving away, John took the bottle of oil and poured it on to her breasts. Jacquie didn’t even try to stop the moan that came from deep inside her. John’s talented hands caressed the fullness of her breasts never touching her nipples that were hardened into firm pellets. His hand slid up her neck and chest and slid gently across her shoulders. Suddenly, he stopped. Jacquie wondering what happened opened her eyes to see John standing there staring at her hard nipples. Just seeing him staring at her made them pucker up even more that she ever thought possible.

‘Please, please, don’t stop now!’ She silently begged.

Staring up at him, she watched as he touched one of her swollen nipples. She gasped.

‘I noticed that your nipples are a little dry.’ He said in his deep sexy voice. ‘I have some ointment that will help.’

He took a tin of ointment out of the drawer and dipped his finger inside. Gently, John placed some cream on her nipple and rubbed it in. It felt so cool on her hot swollen nipple that when he rubbed the cream on the mate, a trickle of wetness flowed from her cunt. The cream caused the air to hit them in much the same way that your mouth feels after eating wintergreen or peppermint. Jacquie knew she was about to explode soon and there was nothing she could do to stop it, even if she wanted to stop it, which of course, she didn’t.

Finally, John picked up the oil one last time and he squirted it into the small patch of dark pubic hair. John gripped her thigh gently and spread her leg, squirting her again. It was totally unnecessary as he squirted her where she was already soaking wet and there was no need for any more oil. Her clit was so swollen that the bud had long escaped its protective hood and was standing up begging for John’s attention. There was only a second of hesitation before John took his oiled finger and pressed lightly on the sensitive nub. He did not caress or move it, he just touched it. Jacquie’s body took flight. With a mind of its own, she flew straight up and screamed.

“Ohhh God”. She was coming, finally!

Her tummy tightened and flexed, her cunt flowed with honey and her ass cheeks tensed. John knew it was time. His thick fingers slid deep inside her. The fleshy part of his thumb danced across her clit, and then pressed hard as she came. Jacquie screamed. Her hips bucked, her ass trembled and her head rolled from side to side as she came over and over again. And when she thought that her orgasm was ending she felt John’s mouth on her juicy nether lips.

“Ohmigod”, she screamed as she felt her body lift.

She was on that upward spiral again. His tongue was flicking ever so quickly on her clit before he slipped it down to slide deep inside her sucking and tasting the tangy juices that flowed freely from her body. With his hand still between her legs, he slipped one finger into her ass just as she was coming and she knew now why they call this ‘la petite mort’ (the little death) She was dying and deliciously so. She came and came, flooding her scented juices into his mouth and onto his hand.

As John looked up at her, he left his hand between her legs. One finger was still deeply imbedded in her ass, one was buried in her wetness and his thumb was tantalizingly rubbing her tender clit. He lowered his head to capture her nipple and he sucked it hard; his teeth nibbling none too gently on each one in turn. Not believing it possible, Jacquie comes again flowing around his fingers and screaming out his name.

John watched her come, enjoying the sight of her long shiny hair all askew and her body flopping around like a fish out of water. John watched as the tenseness left her body and she fell limp from her orgasm. He felt it first in her cunt; the walls stopped gripping his finger, her ass wiggled to reject his finger and he heard her sighs of discomfort when his thumb touched her now tender clit. He knew she was done.

He took his hand away and reached for the towel but just held in his hand as he looked down at her relaxed flushed body lying lifeless on the table. Jacquie slowly opened her eyes and dared to look up into his. She saw a comforting look in his eyes and a smile that took her breath away. John reached down between her legs and very gently wiped her one last time.

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A soft incline, padded in fluffy snow, had hundreds of brown logs rising up in parallel. The bottom half of the trees were bare, creating a wide open space underneath the canopy of green pine branches laden with inches thick snow. In that space, there was a quiet of anything alive having left south or in deep hibernation. It felt like a giant huge breath was being taken in by the forest that took minutes. A tiny frozen patch fell off a tree. The crystals breaking sharply was brilliantly audible far and wide.

With long strides and puffing lungs, Cleo ran through the lone forest. Her ice running shoes had razor sharp blades at the bottom. The sound of the razors cutting the hardpack sounded like the sound of someone tearing a piece of paper. The left leg was a little dominant: KSH-ksh, KSH-ksh, KSH, ksh.

She was wearing tight black running tights that made her ass perfectly, bubbly round. She was a Miami Beach black girl. She was short, and everything about her was round. Her boobs were full cantaloupes that someone had stuffed into an underwire bra. Her kinky hair was combed into tight corn rows and lurked underneath her green hat. Her face was dark brown. It was the kind of dark where it seems completely devoid light and color – black. And then under the right light, a vibrant brown would shine like the sun piercing through the rain clouds after the rain. Her eyes were covered by oversized mirror fashion sunglasses that gave her an air of cool.

Her body heat and moisture was steaming through the capillaries of the skintight runner’s clothes. Even in the depth of Siberia a human body in motion can generate enough heat to stay warm. The trick is to avoid sweating, because water has a high heat transfer factor, and to never stop. She had been training for this many times. She was confident that she would get to her destination without stopping. Everyone was betting her. She had convinced the authorities to go on her crazy stunt.

The incline steepened and forced the winter trail to meander into every tighter switchbacks. Her powerful athlete heart switched from cruising to power, big heart contractions pumped the low Alpine oxygen into her powerhouse thighs. She unzipped the front of her top to bare black skin to the cutting cold air. It felt refreshing. It took the pressure off the rest of her body that was about to break out into a sweat. It would be two hours.

She thought about the housewives back home in Miami. There were the chubby wives, essentially fat stuffed into skin bags. There were the high class Latinas with skinny bodies, perfect tans, hard bodies from spinning, and no other life aspiration. There were the shy, gray mice that worked accounting jobs and dressed in GAP, dreaming about a boyfriend. All of them had given her a twenty her and a fifty there. The total sum was $13,839. They had sponsored her run to raise money for breast cancer awareness. It all gave the run a deeper meaning, a profound sense of mission. Cleo had trained for this. Everyone would want to hear a story from her and hear how their particular support had gotten Cleo up the hill.

With 28 years, she had always been a runner. She had always aimed to leave a mark. There was that feeling of sitting around friend for cupcakes, when they all talked about mundane lives, she asked herself silently: “What would be the most awesome and most fulfilling thing to do?” And as her friend was talking about going to the movies to watch a B-list movie, her mind had been racing about the idea of conquering Europe’s most dangerous mountain: The Matterhorn.

She had seen Sylvester Stallone’s movie Cliffhanger, not set in the Alps yet an equally alien ice world far above civilization. All that power of his big muscles moving through sheers walls had fascinated her. She wasn’t a climber. She was a runner with many marathons under her belt. So, she had decided to run to the highest hut, Solvay Hut. It’s the highest hut on the Matterhorn. It’s not even a staging area for climbers. It’s simply this emergency shelter for when things go wrong. A skeleton search and rescue team would wait for her there to make sure that she made it safely. While they hiked up with heavy gear, emergency utilities, and warm clothing, she had traded everything for lightness. That lightness should get her to Solvay Hut before she’d need water, warmth, or shelter.

An hours into the run, the trees started giving way to meadows and rock cropping. The altitude was too much for the trees to hang on. The view of the Swiss and Italian winter land appeared. Zermatt was far below. There are higher mountains than the Matterhorn in the Alps. Those mountains are attached to other mountains. The Matterhorn stands on its own. So, it looks even more majestic. That lone position exposes it to more and quicker changing weather. Heavy clouds were streaming over the mountains in the distance. The weather report had given her a four hour safety window. The weather here was still sunny and calm.

Cleo illegal bahis licked her lusciously thick lips with pink lip stick. Her body was a lean hard body. Her stomach muscles were taut and showed every detail of definition. Her eyes had a steely gaze from always looking at the next goal. The music on her iPod was driving her on.

The last recent footsteps of winter tourists had faded into undefined circles that had been filed down by the wind over days. The hard packed snow had given way to frozen snow. Her ice running shoes were cutting into the snow. Regular rubber soles would be slipping all over. “Trust your gear,” she repeated to herself like a mantra. With that, she made another full stride step that fully trusted her weight onto her outstretched leg with the knee shape clearly shining through the runner tights. Mentally, she was alert now. This was the dangerous high country that everyone was worried about her.

The sun was dangerously bright this high up. The air was too thin to filter out the UV radiation. Without glasses, she would have been blinded within hours. Without 40 SPF sunscreen, her skin would have been burned in less than a couple hours. Some of the ice on sunny spots dangerously glistened hinting at its most superficial layer melting in the blazing sun and getting every slippery.

The trail had turned into skinny path a foot wide with an eerie drop off on the side. Even the meadows had vanned. Only ice and bare rocks were left up here. The rocks were scrambled, cut, and burst. The harsh temperature changes and elements were hard on anything up here.

Cleo’s heart started pounding. Above 10,000 feet, the air was thin. And with the steep drop off, her mind had fear setting in. She knew. Slow down and the ice cold air will get to me. Make one wrong step, one twisted ankle, and a fall hundreds of yards down would await her only to be smashed against a rock from where she would bounce for second fall of a hundred yards. “Trust your gear,” she repeated to herself again, as she placed her foot with eerie precision onto an even spot on the ground between a jagged rock and the edge of the trail.

The trail stopped at a ladder, a few skinny metal ropes nailed into the wall. There was a rope for her to hold onto while she climbed up a big, bald boulder. She wasn’t as fast at climbing as she was with running. While she carefully moved her feet and then her hand up, she could feel the cold air seeping through her thin running gear. She could feel her core temperature being touched. Her lips and nose were frosty cold from being exposed extremities. All she could think about was to get back on the trail and to pick up the pace to warm up.

When she reached the end of the ladder, she scrambled onto her knees onto safety. She had a mental check-in. Her mind had been numb. The running and cold had made her feel numb. Little thoughts were running through her head. Her mind was rigidly focused on the goal. It took discipline to hold the fear in check and to be focused to the utmost on making every step of the ten thousand steps be inch perfectly aimed at this narrow rocky ledge. A team of path builders must have had the utmost determination to carve the path into this sheer mountain face, using every little ledge to get a path barely wide enough for a skinny human to walk on. With long strides, she ran on. She could feel the altitude made her top out. She could feel her leg muscles simply having a weak punch, like driving a car that was switched from high octane gasoline to low octane gasoline.

Then, it happened. There was a little downward stretch. She had gotten a little too much momentum. Her right foot overshot the foot sized ice patch and landed on an exposed rock. The razor blades couldn’t dig into the rock. So, her foot screeched forward with the sound of white chalk on a blackboard. Her foot shot forward wanting to go into a split. She quickly jerked her body to prevent that. As a counter balance, her body was thrown towards the direction abyss. Her heart stopped. Her mind felt the lightness of anticipating of being suspended in freefall for an extremely peaceful second before ending in an extremely violently bloody and bone crushing moment. Her arms flung to the side to hold onto anything.

Her thinly gloved fingers felt a good grip on a sturdy rock. “Hallelujah,” shot through her head the moment before her body hit the ground. The same moment her body hit the ground, she felt a sharp hit against her right shin. There was a disturbing popping sound coming from her leg. Then, she felt the full body slam of her body against rocks. A round pebble hit her between the sixth and seventh rib. Her head bumped into the rock making her feel numb. In all the shock, the hold of her fingers on that clear hold was comforting like a father caressing a daughter.

Her head was out of it. The cold had numbed her. The hit to the head made her feel discombobulated. She pulled herself flat on the trail. There was only one illegal bahis siteleri thought in her head, “I have to go on. Stopping means dying.” She pulled herself up. She put her right foot flat to the ground to stand up. And a scream burst out of her lungs, a scream so sharp of pain and suffering that she had never ever heard anyone else let alone herself scream. The scream ran out into the wide and open mountain world. The next mountains were miles away. There was all this empty air and sky in between mountains. Her scream cut through it all.

She fell hard on her knee. Her knee would have caused her to yelp in pain. Though, the pain in her right lower leg was so sharp that her whole body seized up.

She could feel her own breathing poignantly, as she was forced to take a break and assess. She could barely touch the area on her shin, the sensitivity was so strong. The ice on her butt was constantly chilling her to the bone. She tried pulling herself forward with her arms. To only get one pull ahead had her teeth chattering from the pain of dragging her broken leg.

Desperation was in her eyes. There was a numbness in her head. “Die, die, die…”

She took another drag of her body despite the pain. Her whole body was shivering from the cold. She had a little body. The shivering stimulated the pain.

She wouldn’t reach the hut like this. Her fingernails were already turning blue. Sitting on the frozen ground drew so much heat away from her.

There was a sense of peace. High up on the mountain, everything was so quiet. Everything down there was so tiny, like miniatures. It felt so set in place and orderly. Death would come in the next twenty minutes. And that was it. There was no second doctor opinion or last hope on experimental chemo. There was simply twenty more minutes left to live. And then it would be over. Her mind would be going out from here on. It would become irrational and then turn into stupor.

She thought a last thought about her sister. On Skype before the run, her sister and talked about the sex she had with her new guy. “A fuck is a fuck,” her sister had told her. “Get off your high horse and live a little.”

She thought of her trainer, the balding guy who always ran around in trainers. He had been so optimistic about her.

And there were all the Miami housewives. They’d be morally to embarrassed to ask for their money back.

This was it. She had been struggling to keep as much of her body of the ground. Through, the shivering that had turned into convulsions had tired her out to relax onto the ice. Her gaze ran down to the valleys while the cold drove tears into her eyes. Her body started turning numb. That was the relief coming. She had read in big coffee table books about the harrowing experiences of climb teams running into trouble on Mount Everest and K2. There was nothing but to surrender into her death.

The storm clouds in the distance drew closer. She could actually watch them move. She would be long dead before they’d arrive. The ice storm would bury her frozen body in snow and ice.

Cleo closed her eyes. She felt tired. In the darkness, she could still feel the cold rock. The rock started feeling warmer as her body temperature had dropped.

“Can you hear me? Miss!”

A voice was shouting at her. She opened her eyes. A tall man with curly hair and an Italian accent yanked on her shoulders. He had the orange jump suit of search and rescue. Cleo wondered why they had reached her in time. She tried to open her mouth. Her mouth was frozen. The muscles didn’t move. Her chin felt like a lifeless flap. She stared at him with barely open eyes, her eyelashes were frozen with tear fluid.

“She’s conscious!” yelled the man to a short, chubby fella who was pulling a metal sled.

Fingers reached for Cleo’s neck. The fingers rested against the side of her throat. “I live. I will live,” rang through her mind. “All I need to do is let things take their course.”

“You are in the last stage of hypothermia,” yelled the tall man. “We need to bring your core body temperature back up. Cleo tried to nod. Her body didn’t move.

The short, cubby guy was opening up the back on the metal sled. The tall guy got a pair of safety scissors. Cleo saw the safety scissors disappearing towards her feet. The scissors came back up her leg towards her hips. Her running tights were peeling open in a way that they had never peeled open. The scissors disappeared again below and came up. The other leg opened to reveal her bare skin. The tall guy yanked on the cut open pants. Cleo was naked below. The cut up tights were thrown over the side of the mountain. They disappeared into the abyss.

The every hungry scissors came up the center of her belly in between her boobs to her throat. Her top opened up wide. The scissors kept running. Cleo could only think about her boobs falling open. The scissors cut straight through her front bra strap that connected the two cups together. canlı bahis siteleri The tall guy tossed the remaining clothes over the side into the abyss.

Cleo imagined her bra opening up its wings like a bird, sailing around in circles, hitting a snow covered outcropping, making the snow explode like powder before tumbling deeper and ever wider out of reach until they would land far below in the land of meadows where in spring a grazing cow would stumble upon them, like them to examine if they were edible.

Shocked, Cleo witness the tall man taking off his clothes and storing them in the side of the sled. With terror, she realized that the Italian man was commando. Then, he pulled her by her arms into the sled. He wrapped her arms around her. The short, chubby guy folded a sleeping back over them and zipped them tight. The bag was so tight that they couldn’t have bent their arms and rescued themselves.

Skin to skin, they were lying in the cocoon of a sleeping back. She knew that their skin was touching. She couldn’t feel anything. She tried to feel the skin of the man. Everything felt cold. Even the sleeping bag was cold and waiting for the little whimper of heat that was inside of her to warm up the sleeping back before she could feel warmer.

“We have to bring up your temperature slowly, or your body goes into shock,” talked the tall man into her ear. He was spooning her from behind. She imperceptibly nodded.

The chubby man grabbed tow handlebars that extended from the front of the sled. He carefully pulled the two forward. They got one melon sized boulder forward. The chubby man had to carefully grab the sled frame to adjust it for the next pull on the narrow ledge. The chubby man was laboring hard for each foot forward. Cleo braced herself for the next bump of the forward move. It might be moving up a rock or falling down a rock. There might be a dragging sound as a big protuberance travelled underneath the sled.

The chubby man occasionally stopped to talk to a radio with a long antenna: “Mountain rescue. We require air evacuation.” Then, there’d be thirty seconds of static. The chubby man would stow the radio and carry on the laborious pulling for the sled.

The first time Cleo realized that she was feeling better was when she caught herself silently humming in her head along with the movements of the sled. She had a little feeling and sensation regained. And she could start to feel the skin of the naked man behind her. He was tall. He had hard muscles from training. He was holding her firmly. His cheeks were a little moist as they were pressing against hers.

The short, chubby man stopped laboring. He stood upright, “This is it.”

“No” escaped Cleo’s lips. It was the first word that she had spoken. It was spoken softly. Her lips were hurting as the sensation came back. She had pins and needles running all over her skin as the circulation was coming back. “They were supposed to rescue me, not give up,” shot through her head. Though, she had to admit that the short, chubby guy had been laboring very hard for what seemed like merely an eyeshot of distance. The clouds had moved in. The sky had begun darkening as torn cotton wads of cloud pieces shot past them. The wind had started blowing firmly. She was really glad for the sleeping bag, because her eyes had to brave the wind tearing heat out of her face.

“Don’t worry,” said the tall man from behind her. “300 feet beneath us is an emergency shelter. It’s an old space that has been carved into the rock two hundred years ago. It’s tiny. Yet, it’ll fit us. The ice lightning storm is too close.”

Cleo swallowed. She had saliva in her mouth again. The chubby man had busied himself rigging a rope to a bolt in the wall. He pulled the bright orange rescue rope to the sled. He clipped a safety strap across the sled. Then, he sat down, wedging himself against the rock. He pushed the sled over the edge with his boots. The sled took on its own momentum and spun around. The next moment, Cleo and the tall man were suspended from rope on a steep rock face. Cleo slipped to the bottom of the sleeping bag.

“Breath with me,” the tall man spoke into her ear. His hands slid around to her bare belly. He pushed the air out of her gently. And he lifted his hands for her to inhale. The adrenaline was pounding her. This was the first time she felt alert after breaking her leg. She saw the valley beneath her, the running hills, the snow covered meadows, the church, the barns, and the highway. And as the sled spun slightly to the left her field of vision changed with it. It was strange feeling in her stomach to feel suspended. Death had been so cozy before. Now, it was so threateningly close, even though she should trust the chubby man at the top with the rope. “Trust the gear,” she whispered to herself.

As the rope stretched longer, each bump against the wall sent the two swinging in a slower and longer movement. “Hoka-hey,” shot Cleo through the head, the Sioux leader Cray Horse had uttered that, “Today is a good day to die.” It was the first random thought that popped through Cleo’s head on her recovery.

Feeling her thoughts returning, she opened her mouth: “I broke my leg. I couldn’t move anymore.”

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