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Hey again peeps, it’s me, Gina.

Well I had one fantastic 4th of July and the story will follow. But I have to digress for a second. I just watched Formula 51 with Samuel L. Jackson. Completely average movie, but did anyone else find the running gag about looking up his kilt INCREDIBLY sexy. All I kept imagining was taking a peek up that kilt….what would I find?

Anyways, back to my fab 4th.

Here in Boston the 4th of July gets big play. I have never been into parades or fireworks or anything. But the benefit is mucho parties. Friday I hit four 4th BBQs, each one better than the next. I saved, what I found out later, the best for last.

I went to a party in the suburbs of Boston. Great place, big in ground pool, great food and cold drinks, of the R and PG variety. Well it was a warm one and the pool was the center of attention. I brought my bikini but totally did not plan on hitting the pool, but I was hot and the guys were cute, so I figured…maybe I’ll show off a little.

Now me in a bikini at some points in my life wasn’t the most attractive thing. Not horrid, but I always knew I could work-out a little more and it would even out. Well I am in a fiendish work-out phase right now so I wasn’t too shy about being so exposed. (Note- When my body image hits high points I have been known to hunt out nude beaches around New England or more exotic places.)

Well I glide out to the pool, curves working in fine form, yeah I turned a few heads. I had some stiff competition. I am in my early 30’s and work-out. But I was “competing” against 20 something who just breathed to stay in good shape.

Slip in the pool, nice and cool, have a margarita. All was perfect.

Since my divorce I have dated pretty regularly. Some guys I see once or twice. Some I fool around with, others I end up having a good friendship with. I have been lucky. But I will admit since I have been jotting down my thoughts for the Internet I have been in a dry spell.

So going to party after party I figured my luck would have to change. I mean I try the bar thing and sometimes meet OK guys, but its too dicey and sporadic.

I am in the pool, tan looking good, catching some guys peeking at me. I am enjoying it. Then Kevin walks in.

Kevin bakırköy escort is a guy I knew back when I first married Daryl. Kev is half-Italian and Irish, stronger on the Italian side because his mom’s from Naples. Anyway, Kev was the quiet artist type, tall, broad shouldered and cute. Well Kev had definitely matured. I barely recognized him.

Still tall and broad shouldered, now he filled out, not so skinny anymore. His smile was great as ever but that slight bit of youth to his face made me swoon. I do that easily if you haven’t figured that out by now.

I knew he recognized me, but the shy little bugger didn’t say a word. And I was not going to let this handsome 32 year-old out of my sight.

I shout out his name, get his attention and wave him over to the pool. He gets within 10 feet, stares over the edge of the pool and down my cleavage and smiles, politely of course, and says, “ Hey Gina. I didn’t recognize you. It’s been so long.”

Blah, blah, blah. Small talk, how you doing, where you been, sorry to hear about your divorce, typical chit chat while I am treading water. I need to get out, I am pruning.

I ask for a towel, Kev obliges, and I let him get a full view as I climb up the ladder and out. You see, the one thing I knew about Kev was he was a certified breast man. This knowledge came in high school after we all assumed he was gay because we never saw him with a girl. Awful, I know but it happens. Well we all found out differently when Kev brought a girl from a neighboring town to our senior high school prom. And when we cornered her about him, she glowed and glowed about him.

Well ever since then, I’ve heard about his moving away and career though friends. Kev it turns out makes independent movies. He makes small stuff for the web and does indy band videos. I wish I could say I’ve heard of anything he’s done, but that would be a lie. All I can tell you this boy had style and the shyness was long gone.

So I towel off, giggle for him, chit chat some more and I realize he is really interesting. I mean smart, funny and could talk about anything. Can you see me already getting hooked, I am sucker for big brains and a big…well…you know. And don’t beşiktaş escort think it hasn’t crossed my mind when talking to this strapping young Italian.

It’s dusk, I have gone in and changed, come back and he is waiting for me.

I am pretty tired by this point and wait for him to make a move, anything would do. But nothing. I guess he still was afraid to pull the trigger, so I give him and in.

“I could use an iced coffee.” I tell him, recalling his earlier comment about a life long love of coffee.

“Me too, I’d kill for a good cup.” That’s all we needed. For the next two hours we searched high and low in my car, hehe, looking for coffee shops that were open. Well on the 4th some laces are open, but they are few and far between after 5 o’clock.

So as we get nearer and near to Cambridge I ask, “Hey we can go back to my place and I can mix up a mean press pot iced.”

Fifteen minutes later we are in my apartment. We are laughing, listening to bad heavy metal hair bands ( lord help me yes I did do the teased hair thing for a while)

Now Kev is great at asking questions, he digs and asks the most obscure and sometimes odd questions imaginable, such as, If I could sleep with any superhero or movie monster who would it be?

My answer? ( Hmm let’s see if you all can guess…here are the choices…the Hulk…Wolfman…Superman…Frankenstein. Anyone interested in taking a guess email me..;-)

Well we start digging into relationships, I explain to him about my marriage and break-up, my faults and foibles. I learn he has recently broken up with a girl he had been living with for three years after the both cheated on each other. Clean break, no hard feelings, time to move on. I still don’t believe it was that easy for him as I think about a day later. He is too nice of a guy. I still wonder…anyway..I digress again.

So we dish the dirt and he is so friggin cute, funny and sexy I cannot stand it. When I get this single minded I can be abrupt.

“Kevin you have been talking for two hours, are you going to kiss me sometime before the sun comes up?”

He flashes that totally charming grin, looks around, rolls his eyes and says…?

“Nah.”

That playful beylikdüzü escort little prick!

As I am readying a reply he leans forward and lays a kiss on me that will go down as one of the knee tremblers of my life. He knows how to kiss and his tongue was expert. So as my mind swirls and hormones rage, I wonder, ‘I bet he can use that tongue other places as well.’

Kevin must have ESP because not five minutes later he whispers into my ear he wants to do something for me. Too polite, but so sweet he actually asked. Need not ask more than once. Hike up my skirt, spreading my legs and Kevin is kissing, sucking and even slightly nibbling my pussy. It was like he knew exactly how to turn me on. I let his fingers enter me, my lips spread and oh god…then came the orgasm. But they went off the charts when he curled his finger up and itched towards him in the “come here” sign. He knew what he was doing!

I get wet when I like a man or he does something really special to me. But the wet I was from Kevin on the 4th was like no other I have EVER felt before.

He stands up from kneeling off the couch and starts to unbuckle his belt.

I am actively encouraging him to, shall we say, remove himself from the constriction of his pants and please me, etc., etc.

So as he drops his shorts I am staring a magnificent tenting. It seems Kevin does NOT suffer from the Irish curse. Now he not the biggest for sure, but he ranks up there. What Kevin was above average length, but VERY wide and he had the biggest cock head I have ever seen! The damn thing looked like a plum or something.

Regular condoms didn’t fit this white boy, no I went into the Magnum stash and he slipped in perfectly! Into the rubber and into me.

We fucked once. It went about 30 minutes from oral to end before we both wiped out. It was 5 a.m. and we were spent. But along the way he just simply gave me a long, slow, fast and hard fucking. Me on top, him on the bottom and for finisher him from behind. It was that simple, pure energetic sex that I revel in.

We parted ways after breakfast. He is going to be in town until the end of the week. I plan on meeting up with him again a couple of times. I wonder how much time we are going to spend out of the bedroom?

It’s not like me to let all this spill soon after and encounter, but I have to tell you all because Kevin is one of those rare guy, sexy, smart, funny and yeah…hung. Boy if I didn’t know better I’d say I liked him a bit too much.

Nah.

Luvs and hugs

Gina

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It’s Saturday morning and Tay (Taylor) was sleeping so soundly I couldn’t even wake him up. He works construction during the week and is usually exhausted on Saturdays. Also, I might have worn him out a bit extra last night. Bummer. I’m kind of horny this morning.

I go to the gym, and then come home to shower. Tay is still sleeping in my bed. I try to wake him a second time, but he just grumbles and rolls over. I’m getting desperately horny now.

I run some errands after my shower and pick up some groceries I’ll use to make lunch. On the way back to my apartment, my pussy is demanding attention. He’s gotta be awake by now!

I park in my spot, grab the grocery bags and head into my little one-bedroom apartment, fully ready to POUNCE on the first male I see. Tay has gotten up; I know this only because instead of sleeping in my bed, he’s now sleeping on the couch with the TV turned on to the sports channel. This is very annoying, but I am an intelligent, independent, resourceful woman; and I have batteries! Screw him, let him sleep.

I drop the bags onto the kitchen counter and head into my bedroom and close the door. I strip off my clothes and climb onto my bed. Reaching into the nightstand besides the bed, I pick up my ‘bestest’ friend in the whole wide world: a little silver bullet vibrator. I check the batteries and relax back into the soft mattress.

My hands roam softly over my bakırköy escort chest and down between my legs, softly caressing between my moist folds. Feeling the tingle that has been lingering in my pussy start to spread throughout my body, I increase my pace. One hand is pinching and twisting my nipples, the other rubbing my clit. The pleasure is flowing over me in waves now.

I am just about to turn on my vibrator when the bedroom door opens. Taylor is standing there, staring at me.

“You’re supposed to knock before opening a door.” I tease him. He made me wait all morning, it’s his turn now.

He ignores the statement I said, and asks his own question: “What are you doing?”

A smile spreads across my face as something my family always says comes to mind: Ask a stupid question, get a stupid answer. Our favorite stupid answer is ‘Making chocolate cake.’ I slip my finger inside me as I sigh and let out a throaty “Making chocolate cake.”

“You are not!” He strides over to the side of the bed. I lift my leg and place my foot at his chest, stopping from getting any closer. “Aww, come on.”

“I don’t recall inviting you to this little party.” I turn the vibrator on and slip it over my clit, pressing down firmly. Tay is watching intently as I moan softly. My hips lift up off the bed, and he tries to get past the foot stopping him. I’m not so far gone beşiktaş escort that I’ll let him win that easily. I keep him a legs distance away from me as I continue playing with myself.

Tay moves down to the foot of the bed, and I pull my long leg back into the comfort of the mattress. With one hand I open myself and the other works the vibe over me. Tay starts undressing as I watch him lazily. He’s about 6ft, tan, has short dark hair, brown eyes, and nice well developed arms. Very yummy male. He tries climbing into the bed and my foot stops him again. I can hear him grumbling.

Laughing a little, I start working myself to climax. It won’t take long, as horny as I was all morning. I open my eyes enough to see that Tay is still watching, slowly stroking his semi-hard cock, before I let myself go. My hips lift off the bed as a long slow orgasm washes over me.

By the time my long waited for orgasm subsides, Taylor has already crawled between my legs. He takes my vibe away and sucks it clean. He then begins sucking and licking between my legs. Damn that feels good. He keeps me close to the edge, but won’t let me cum again.

Eventually he lifts his head to look at me, a big ol’ smile on his face. He reaches up into the nightstand drawer and grabs a condom. I drop my head back down onto the pillow as I hear him ripping the packet open. A few second later my beylikdüzü escort legs are being spread apart and a warmth settles between them.

I can tell that he’s hard already; I can feel his cock, the heat coming off it, prodding for my entrance. He finds it soon enough, and wastes no more time. One hard thrust, and he’s inside me. My pussy is stretched and filled; a low moan escapes my lips as he presses forward. Soon, he finds his rhythm, and the fluttering in my stomach starts to grow.

Taylor starts kissing my lips and biting along my jaw line. One of his rough, strong hands is on the sensitive skin of my breast, squeezing it and twisting my nipples. His other hand grabs a handful of my hair, pulling my head back. His strokes are getting faster and stronger inside me. I’m close to the edge.

I wrap my legs around him and he lifts himself up on his forearms. He watches my face as I feel his cock start to twitch and grow inside me. He comes first, and my orgasm explodes soon after.

Slowly, I unwrap my legs from around Tay’s waist and fall back onto the bed. Tay is dropping the condom into a garbage can, before flopping back down next to me.

“I tried to wake you twice this morning, I thought you weren’t interested.” A small smile crosses my lips. “I was doing just fine by myself.”

Taylor is snuggling up next to me, it seems like he’s ready for a nap. With a tone of fake modesty, he replies; “I’m sure you would have done just fine without me, ma’am, but being the gentleman that I am, I had to give my assistance.” I slap him lightly on the arm for calling me ‘ma’am.

Laughing lightly, I thank him for his ‘assistance’, and settle down for a little mid-morning nap.

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Kendra checked the time. 6:30. Geez, she thought, her boss was really pissing her off, keeping her at work so late! He was in his office working on a document he wanted her to type up and send out, but she had been waiting over an hour, and his door was still closed. Everyone else was gone, and most of the lights on the floor had been turned off. Had he forgotten she was waiting for him? She impatiently drummed her fingernails on the desk, getting more and more irritated.

Alright, she had been waiting long enough, she thought. She pushed away from her desk and stood up, taking a deep breath. She was angry, but still nervous about interrupting her boss. After working for Mr. Jones for a little over a year, she knew he could be difficult. Sometimes he was the best boss in the world, like when he gave her a great spa package and day off for her birthday, but other times… Well, he could be really short and rude, especially when he was stressed. Lately he had been more like that, but she knew there were some big things happening from above him, and he was probably under a lot of pressure.

But in case he was lost in thought, she just wanted to give him a little reminder that she was here. She worked up her courage and walked over to his door, knocking quietly. No response. Sometimes when he really needed to focus, he put on his headphones to drown out everything, and that might be the case now. She waited a few seconds and then knocked again a little louder, opening the door. “Mr. Jones-“

That was all she got out, too shocked to say more. Her boss was sitting on his couch, jerking off. Kendra was so surprised; she just stood there for a couple of minutes. Her boss did have his headphones on; eyes closed, so hadn’t heard her, unaware he now had an audience watching him pleasure himself.

The couch was on the same wall as his door, so he wasn’t facing her. But she was unsure if she could back out without being seen, plus she was mesmerized by what she was looking at. His cock was huge! At least nine inches long, with a huge throbbing head. She couldn’t take her eyes off his hand, rubbing up and down on that incredible penis. She could see the veins throbbing and his hips pushing up. Kendra had never really thought of bakırköy escort her boss as a “person” before. She thought, in general, he was pretty good looking. She knew he was 42 and divorced. He had a nice build under his perfectly-tailored suits. But she had no idea THAT was waiting inside his pants!

Her breath quickened, and she felt wetness in her panties. Oh my god, she thought, that cock is so beautiful, I just want to touch it. To taste it. She reached down, pulling her skirt up, to rub her pussy through the material of her panties. She let a small moan escape her mouth, feeling how moist she was. Something snapped in her then, and she pushed everything else out of her mind with wrong and right at work, everything except needing that cock.

She opened the door a little further, enough to slip in, then shut and lock the door behind her. Mr. Jones still hadn’t noticed her wasn’t alone, and Kendra quickly and quietly moved in front of him and dropped to her knees. She just looked at the cock in front of her face, and then leaned in to take the head of it in her mouth.

Mr. Jones’ eyes flew open when he felt a mouth on his penis, and saw his assistant, Kendra, sucking on the tip. His hand pulled away, and immediately she put both hands around the base of his shaft, rubbing up and down, and took more of him in her mouth. He pulled his headphones off and tossed them on the floor. He didn’t know what to do, but he was so aroused, rational thought had pretty much flown out of his head. His assistant was pretty, with short brown hair and big brown eyes, a decent figure, but he hadn’t thought of her in a sexual way before. He had almost forgotten he asked her to stay late. He was working on some letters he had to get out, but he was feeling so stressed he couldn’t think. He thought he would just take a few minutes to relax, so to speak, when she had walked in on him. He felt frozen in place, Kendra’s soft mouth caressing his shaft, while her mouth was sucking on the head like a vacuum. Unconsciously he reached out with one hand, placing it on the back of her head.

Kendra felt the hand on her head, and smiled around the cock in her mouth. He obviously didn’t want her to stop. Still holding beşiktaş escort the base of his cock with one hand, she took the other hand and reached down between her legs, pushing the soggy panty material to the side, to rub her slick clit, pushing hard against her hand. It wasn’t enough. She needed that monster inside her, even though the thought of it frightened her a little.

He looked down when she took one of her hands off his cock, seeing her move her hand to rub her own pussy. “Oh god,” he moaned. Between her hands, mouth, and watching her get off, he was so close to coming.

Kendra heard him, and felt his balls tighten, close to orgasm. Not yet! She quickly pulled off him, and in a quick, fluid movement, stood up and pulled off her panties and skirt, and climbed on top of him on the couch. She spread her legs and lowered herself on his rigid cock, using her hand to guide him into her soaking wet pussy.

Mr. Jones couldn’t believe how incredible it felt to be inside her. It was like his cock was sinking into wet soft silk, so smooth and tight. His hands pulled her hips down, pushing himself deeper inside, and she moaned loudly. He was so deep, filling her completely, pressure building on her clit, until she was helplessly climaxing. She leaned forward on his, as the inside of her pussy started to spasm on his cock, wave after wave rolling over her.

He felt the tightening like a vise around his member, and almost started to spurt along with her, but managed to hold on. This felt so good, but now he just had to fuck her. Fuck her until she screamed. He lifted her off him, pushed her up to stand, and then he stood up and picked her up. He carried her over to his large desk, and set her down on unsteady legs, facing the desk, pushing her over by her back, while spreading her legs with one hand. He leaned over her, grabbing his cock, and thrusting it in her from behind. Oh yeah, he thought, that is it.

After her orgasm on the couch, Kendra’s body felt like jelly, and she didn’t make a sound when her boss picked her up and moved her into position in front of his desk, and bent her over. When he pushed inside her, she felt herself let out a deep breath. “Oh god yes,” she panted. beylikdüzü escort “Fuck me, please fuck me. I want all of you inside me.”

He heard her, and although it didn’t seem possible, he felt himself harden even more, it was almost painful. God, she was so sexy, why hadn’t he noticed it before? Well, she wanted it, and he was going to give it to her. He grabbed her firmly by the waist with both hands, and thrust in further, fucking her hard, deeper and deeper.

Kendra couldn’t even make a noise anymore, other than a few small grunts, he was filling her to bursting; she had never felt so complete. And when she felt like she couldn’t take an inch more, he pulled her up onto her tiptoes, and somehow thrust in even further, and she felt his pelvis pushing against her ass. He was all the way inside her.

Mr. Jones knew he was close, just on the edge. His cock was fully buried inside her tight pussy, and he pulled all the way out except for the tip, and slammed in again, holding himself tightly inside her, and he felt her pussy start to contract as another orgasm shook her entire body. Her juices squirted out around his cock, helping him continue to thrust faster in and out, and he groaned as he came, continuing to push as her clenching pussy milked every drop of cum out of him.

He collapsed over on top of her, and they stayed there, unmoving for a few minutes, both recovering from the pleasure beating their bodies had just taken, bodies covered in a fine sheen of perspiration. Then he stood, pulling out of her, causing a mix of his juices and hers to rush out of her pussy and down her inner thighs.

He gently rubbed her lower back until she slowly stood, and she leaned back against him. His arms went around her and he leaned down to kiss her neck. His hands moved up to cup her breasts through the fabric of her blouse and bra, and he felt her hard nipples poking out.

“Sorry I kept you so late tonight,” he said, continuing to knead her breasts. She could feel him start to harden again, cock pushing against the small of her back.

“It’s okay,” she moaned, turning around to face him, putting her arms up around his neck. “As long as you fuck me again like that, I’ll stay late any night you want, Mr. Jones.”

He smiled down at her, “I think when we are working after hours, just call me Jason.”

“Okay Jason,” she said climbing to sit on the desk with her legs open, “we have a lot to get done tonight, so we better get at it.” Work may just be a lot more fun from now on, she thought.

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We are on vacation at the beach, the first one in over a year. Both needing some time away from work and get back in touch with ourselves, embarking on the latest adventure. Our airline miles were enough so that we could both get a free round trip ticket and took full advantage of it. The very first day was spent shopping up a storm, buying clothes and jewelry. We were hungry so we stopped off and got something to eat, and the rum punches were free with the meal, bonus! After the late lunch we decided to go for a walk on the beach and see the sunset. You and I set off hand in hand strolling down the beach talking and reminiscing about the good times we have had, looking forward to making many more.

Nearing our spot, a little semi-secluded alcove near the rocks, we lay out the beach towel on the warm sand that we brought with us. You decide to go for a swim and I quickly shed my shirt and throw it along with your sarong onto the towel. We meet at the waters edge and I pick you up and run out into the next big wave, dropping both of us in it. We come up giggling at the fact that we are acting like two little kids. What catches my eyes next is not very kid-like at all; I notice that you are either very cold or very excited. I ask which is it to you and you respond that you are not cold. A crooked grin is now locked onto my face as my hands find your hips underwater and draw you close to me. Our eyes meet again and our faces close together, our lips meeting one another’s.

Our tongues intertwine, wrestling for position, seeking out each others mouths. Being this close finds you pressed up against me, and you can feel my excitement. You break our passionate kiss and ask, “I think there is a snake in the water”. I tell you that you had better check it out, and make sure it’s safe. With this your reach your hand under the water and into my swimsuit and touch my now very hard cock, a soft moan escapes my lips. I look up at you and ask is it safe? You giggle and say, “Yes it is, it’s currently trapped” and withdraw your hand. A mock pout comes across my face and I pull you into me again, my hands lift you up onto me and you lock your legs around me.

In this position you are now nestled quite nicely up against my hard cock, you feel it press into your swim suit and touch your hot spot. Now it is your turn to softly moan and you pull your legs tight around me, grinding me further into you. I crouch down in the water so just our shoulders are now visible and I reach for your breasts. As I am massaging them, I ask you how does it feel? You don’t answer but you do bury your head against my shoulder. As you do this I see a few people running along the beach, and tell you that we are not alone. You pick your head up and ask me not to stop, bakırköy escort which I had no intention of doing as one of my hands find the spot where the bathing suit meets your leg. My probing fingers snake inside and lightly brush your pussy lips, this elicits yet another moan.

I look at you and ask you if you want more, you gutterly moan YES. I knew the answer, but thought I would ask anyway. I then ask you, but what about the other people on the beach, you tell me that they can’t see and to stop teasing you. We both look at each other and smile wickedly. With this I push you out a little bit so I can pull my trunks down, once I do so I pull you close again, this time you can feel my hardens against your suit and you quip, the snake is no longer trapped. I tell you no its not, its searching for its hole, with this you lift up just enough to pull your suit to the side and then lean back down on my lap. My hard cock is now resting along your pussy, I ask you are you sure you want to do this, with that you move your hips and my cock slides into you very easily. I guess I did get my answer.

We stay like this for a moment, our lips locking once again, my left hand on your breast; my right finds the back of your neck, teasing your hair. We let the water start our motion of movement, the slow waves lifting us then gently putting us back down. This provides such wonderful stimulation, our bodies joined at the hip, my cock buried in your very hot pussy. We both begin to help along the movement of the ocean and started to buck at each others hips, building up to a release.

You are the first to go over the edge, as your legs lock around me; I can feel your pussy spasm around my cock and this starts my orgasm as well. You feel my cock swell and twitch a number of times, your head once again finds my shoulder and I can feel your breasts pressed against my chest, your nipples poking into me. We hug each other and kiss each other and smile as we look into each others bliss filled eyes. We take a few moments to recoup before getting out of the water. We walk hand in hand to the towel, and relax a bit in the setting sun, our breathing still a bit rushed. We see off to the left of us, one of the runners is making his way towards us; the others are leaving the beach. He finally reaches us and introduces himself as Tyrone, he is a rather well built black man and he has just a trace of an island accent.

Tyrone says that he saw us swimming together and we both look at each other and smile. He sees this and he asks what is so funny. I told him that you thought you saw a snake and jumped into my arms for protection. With this you burst out loud laughing as does Tyrone and I say it’s true. After you calm beşiktaş escort down a bit you say that yes I thought there was a snake in the water, but that we were safe once it swam back into its hole. A look of shock and awe cover both Tyrone’s and my face at what you had just said. You give a wicked little evil smile as you sit back on your hands and in doing so, provide us a good look at your beautiful breasts. I am sure like me, Tyrone is staring at them, especially your hard nipples poking through your suit. I ask Tyrone to join us on the blanket, and before he does, he rearranges his shorts to be more ‘comfortable’. You notice this right away and a big grin comes across your face.

We make some small talk about swimming and shopping and the day’s events. We mention that we came out here to watch the sun go down here in this little alcove. Tyrone says that it is a nice secluded spot, not too many people can see it from the beach. You smile and say that was the idea as you position yourself between the two of us now, your hands coming to rest on our legs. You look over at me and lean in for a kiss, our eyes meet and I can see the passion in your eyes. You break the kiss and turn to Tyrone, and do the same. While you are kissing him my hand finds your breast, Tyrone taking this as a cue does the same thing. Now your are getting both breasts kneaded by us, and you moan into Tyrone’s mouth.

You break the kiss to say, that the sun isn’t the only thing going down, with this you push Tyrone onto his back and slowly pull down his shorts, he lifts his hips to help you out and we are greeted to a very nice large black cock that is standing fully erect. You lick your lips and take it into your hands, kissing the tip. Before you take him into your mouth you look over at me and wink, after that you mouth opens to receive him. His head rolls back and he moans I lean up on one of my arms and watch the beautiful sight unfold before me. Your mouth is amply coating his cock with saliva and you are using both your hands in a twisting motion. I am completely mesmerized by your actions, the contrast of black against white is lovely and it seems you are both enjoying yourselves tremendously.

My trance is broken and I move behind you, I pull the straps of your suit down your arms and you release his cock long enough to get your arms out of your suit. I continue to pull your suit off releasing your breasts. Tyrone reaches down and takes them into his hands and plays with them, you begin to moan around his cock. I finish pulling the suit off of you and toss it aside. I lie down and scoot myself back underneath your legs, your pussy is right above my face. You squat a bit and my tongue comes in contact with beylikdüzü escort your very moist wet pussy and flicks your clit. Your hips involuntarily twitch, grinding your pussy further into my face.

A finger finds it way into your wet hole, and I start a slow fucking motion with it. Tyrone’s hands are now on your head, as he is moaning louder and louder. You slow down with him, not wanting it to stop, wanting to make it last. You begin to take his balls into your mouth, sucking on them. As I begin to finger you faster I can also feel that you getting close as you are moaning now as well. I suddenly stop and you moan in disapproval. I look up at you as you look down at me and I say I want some of that too. With this you get up off his cock and off my face and switch positions. Tyrone is now behind you and you are kneeling between my legs.

Tyrone takes the sign and you feel his hands on your hips, you know what is coming next as you feel his cock poised at the opening of your wet pussy. He spits in his hand and rubs it on the head of his cock before he pushes inside you. As he does I am looking at you, your eyes seem to roll back in your head as you feel his length enter you. Within two or three strokes he is buried in you and you have now lost all interest in my hard cock right in front of your face. Your hips are meeting his thrusts as he begins to fuck you in earnest. My hand finds my cock as I watch him take you from behind, your breasts are swaying with the motion, and every time he is buried your ass ripples. You are panting now, seemingly on one never ending orgasm as he makes you cum again and again.

My hand is a blur on my cock, stroking it, watching the sight before me. I look at you and our eyes meet, I ask you does it feel good? You moan and I place my finger on your chin and slightly lift it, does it feel good I ask again. “Oh yes, so fucking good!”, you respond. With this response I lose it, my cock twitches and cum shoots out into your hair and onto your face, as second burst hits the side of your mouth as you are moaning again. Tyrone sees this and buries himself one last time. You feel his cock swell and burst inside you, coating your insides with his cum. You can feel it drip out of you onto the blanket, and we are all panting hard, sweat glistening off our bodies as we try to catch our breaths.

I suggest we all go rinse off and we grab our suits not bothering to put them on and head out for a dip. After a few minutes we put our suits back on and look out over the water as the sun sets. The sky turning from a bright blue to amber to a red, the suns rays fanning the sky as the clouds seemingly become lined with silver. Once again you kiss Tyrone and say thank you, and he says thank you as well, and that we were wonderful. We both, in unison, say, “our pleasure”. With that he takes off down the beach slowly there after, and we go gather our towel and walk down the beach again hand in hand. What a beautiful day I say, indeed it is you respond as we come together in a kiss, exchanging our passions once again.

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Bahamas, Day Eight – Saturday

Day eight in the Bahamas started out with the ladies waking up before me. Once I woke, I went out into the living room, and found the three of them sitting, chatting, giggling.

“Good morning, ladies.”

“Good morning, Jason,” The three of them said in unison.

“Sleep well?” Jessica asked.

“Very well. You three wore me out.”

After a bit more chit-chat, and a warm cup of coffee, Rey hopped in the shower, got dressed for work, and walked back into the living room.

“Okay, well, I have to go to work now.”

“Okay, we will get going. Shoot me a text if you have some free time this week.” Jessica said, kissing Rey on the cheek.

Jessica, Keira and I got dressed in last night’s clothes, and the four of us slipped out of the house, with Rey heading off to work. Keira, Jessica and I hung back to talk about what our adventure would be for the day.

“Shower. Change clothes. Breakfast. In that order.” Jessica said.

“Agreed,” I said.

“Do you guys want to spend more time together?” Keira asked, a look of hope in her eyes.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetheart,” Jessica replied, “Come to our hotel room when you are ready. We will be waiting for you.”

“Great!” Keira said. With that, she took off, jogging back to her home.

Jessica and I called a cab to take us back to the hotel, where we showered together and got dressed for the day. I threw on a pair of board shorts and a white tee shirt, and Jessica threw on her new blue and gold bikini, shaking her ass for me while she slid on the thong bottom. She then slid on a pair of tight khaki shorts, and some flip-flops.

“Looking good, baby!” I exclaimed, clearly happy with her choice of outfit.

“Thank you, love,” Jessica replied.

I started a pot of coffee, and once brewed, I poured us each a cup and walked out to the patio to sit down and relax while we waited for Keira to arrive. Jessica finished putting on her makeup and joined me shortly after, taking a seat in the chair next to me. We held each other’s hand while we sipped on our coffee and looked out to the ocean, basking in the beautiful morning sun.

We heard a knock on the door, and Jessica pounced up to go open it. A minute later, Jessica and Keira came out to the balcony, taking seats on either side of me. Keira had brought donuts with her, so we each took one and scarfed it down. We sat in our chairs for a bit, munching on donuts and drinking coffee, discussing what we should do that day.

“I really enjoyed our time on the secluded island. Want to go back there?” Jessica asked.

“Actually, there is another island, close to the one we went to, that is just as uninhabited and not very well known,” Keira said, “We could head to that one.

“I like it. Let’s do it.” I said.

The three of us got out of our chairs, I grabbed the day pack, and we left the room. We stopped by the store, stocked up on food and drinks, then headed to the docks to board Keira’s boat. We filled up the boat with fuel, grabbed the cooler from the scuba shop, and packed our things away, taking off from the shores, heading to the new island. We cruised for a while, looking out at the horizon, enjoying the scenery.

When we were about halfway there, Keira motioned for Jessica to come over to her. Jessica got up from her seat at the stern, and sat down in the captain’s chair, where Keira sat down on her lap. Keira began grinding her ass into Jessica, swaying her hips side to side. Jessica then reached up to Keira’s back and undid her bikini top, sliding it over her head and dropping it onto the deck. Jessica placed her hands on Keira’s breasts, pulling Keira into her. Keira kept grinding into Jessica, clearly getting worked up.

“Yeah, pinch my nipples, Jess,” Keira said.

Jessica followed suit, pinching Keira’s nipples between her finger and thumb. She then slid one hand down Keira’s stomach, slipping her hand between Keira’s legs. Jessica played with Keira’s pussy above her bikini bottom, stroking her mound softly.

“Mmm… You are making it hard to concentrate,” Keira said, squirming under Jessica’s hand, “Jason, can you take the wheel?”

“Of course, I replied.

I got up from my seat at the stern and moved over to the captain’s chair, taking the wheel from Keira. The two of them moved to the front of the boat, Jessica sitting in the front, and Keira bending over Jessica in the aisle, giving me a perfect view of her ass. Keira slid her hands in the waistband of Jessica’s khaki shorts and gave them a tug, pulling Jessica’s legs into the air. I could see Jessica’s thong, barely covering her pussy, between Keira’s legs, then shifted my gaze back to Keira’s ass, a very tight and nubile body.

Keira then dropped to her knees, pulled Jessica’s thong to the side, and placed her mouth on Jessica’s pussy, lapping up her fluids. Jessica began to moan, taking in the pleasure that Keira was providing. I stood up, slid my board shorts to my ankles, then sat bakırköy escort back down, stroking my cock to the sight unfolding in front of me.

Jessica looked back at me, seeing me jerking off, and smiled. She then slipped her hand behind her back, untying her top and sliding it over head, dropping it on the seat next to her. She then started playing with her nipples, pinching and twisting them while Keira ate her pussy.

The scene in front of me was getting very intense, and after a few minutes, Keira got to her feet, still eating Jessica’s pussy, and slid her thumbs into her bikini, pulling them down to her ankles. She then stuck one hand between her legs and started playing with her pussy, fingering herself at a feverish pace.

Jessica began moaning much louder, almost screaming in ecstasy. Her first orgasm of the day was building, causing Keira to work her clit faster and faster.

Keira was moaning directly into Jessica’s pussy, which pushed Jessica over the edge, Jessica grabbing the back of Keira’s head, pulling her in tight, cumming all over Keira’s face. Keira came too, her pussy dripping with fluid. Once the two caught their breath, Keira cam back over to me, I passed the captain’s chair back to Keira, and sat down in the chair next to her. Jessica got up from the bow and walked back to us, bent over and kissed me on the lips, then took a seat on my lap, where we stayed until we reached the new, uninhabited island, Jessica grinding her ass into my hard cock the entire way.

Once we grounded the boat and carried our supplies to the shore, we laid out the large beach towel and setup the picnic. We ate some tasty snacks, drank a couple beers, and relaxed in the sun, soaking the rays into our naked bodies.

“How big is this island?” Jessica asked Keira.

“Not very big. Maybe a half mile long, and a couple hundred feet wide. If we walk to the hill over there, we can see the other side of the island.”

“Well, let’s go explore this place.” I said.

The three of us got up and started walking inland, Keira leading the way, Jessica following close, and myself bringing up the rear, enjoying the sight in front of me. We reached the top of the hill and saw a wonderful view, a beautiful cove with stunning rocky cliffs and bright, undisturbed sand. I looked out into the small bay and saw a big sailboat moored out at sea. It’s anchor preventing it from moving. I then looked down at the beach and saw a little dinghy pulled onto the shore.

“Apparently, we are not alone,” I say, pointing down at the beach.

“Oh, my god. There are people here,” Jessica says, starting to move back, covering her body with her hands.

I reach over to Jessica, grabbing her hands, lowering them to her sides. “So what baby? If anything, they would be thrilled to see you here naked. You have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“I don’t know, baby. What if they don’t want to see me?”

“Then they won’t want to see any of us. Remember, all three of us are naked.”

Keira then spoke up. “I wonder where they are. Can they see us? That is so hot.”

Keira then slid a hand up to her breast, toying with her nipple. She the took off down the hill towards the newly discovered beach. Jessica and I followed, chasing Keira down the hill.

We approached the dinghy, not finding any clue where the person or people went. We have no idea how many of them there are or what they look like. Keira then looked down at the beach and found two sets of footprints leading away from the dinghy and down the beach toward the cliffs. Keira took off, tracing the footsteps, with Jessica and I in tow.

“Keira, what if they don’t want to be found? Would they come to a deserted island wanting to be seen?”

Keira slowed her progress, hesitating taking another step forward. “You are probably right. We should leave them alone. They probably want some privacy.”

We headed back up the hill and returned to our spot, sitting back down on the beach towel. Keira leaned back and opened her legs, allowing the cool ocean breeze to flow between her legs.

“Mmm… That feels so good,” Keira said.

“I’d bet,” Jessica replied. She then copied Keira, laying down and opening her legs.

I found a seat in front of them, enjoying the view of the two women. Watching the sweat build up on their soft skin, dripping down their bodies. My cock twitched at the sight before me, waking up yet again.

The two of them stayed on their backs, eyes closed, and soaked in the rays. I cracked open another beer, took a couple swigs, and relished in the life I was experiencing. About 20 minutes later, Jessica was the first to rise, grabbing a beer from the cooler and drinking it.

“Mmm, that tastes good. So refreshing.” Jessica stated.

Keira then sat up and grabbed a beer herself, drinking the whole thing in one pull. She let out a small burp, and smiled.

“Excuse me. That was not very lady-like.”

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Keira got up from her seat, came over to me, and kissed me on the forehead. Her bare pussy was only inches from my face, causing my carnal instincts to take over. I grabbed Keira by the hips and pulled her toward me, pressing her mound to my mouth.

“Oh, okay, then,” Keira said with a smile on her face.

Jessica got up from her spot and stood next to Keira. I then moved one hand from Keira’s hip and moved it to Jessica’s, pulling her in close too. I moved my mouth from Keira’s pussy to Jessica’s, then back to Keira, and back to Jessica. I switched between the two of them for some time, lapping up their juices as fast as I could. Both women were getting very hot and bothered and began kissing each other and groping each other’s bodies. Keira place a hand on Jessica’s ass while Jessica grabbed a handful of Keira’s breast, playing with her nipple. Both women were moaning into each other’s mouths.

“Mmm… Ohh… that feels so good,” moaned Jessica, tonguing Keira’s mouth. Keira pressed her tongue back, moving it into Jessica’s mouth. The two of them French-kissed for a few minutes, loving the feeling they were receiving from me.

I lifted my hands away from their hips and slid them between their legs, pushing my fingers to their openings. Sliding one finger into each of them, I worked them up to a feverish pace, switching my tongue from one clit to the other.

Keira started cumming on my hand, so I switched my tongue to her clit. She started to cum harder, leaning forward and placing her hands on my head. She came hard all over my face, her fluids dripping down my chin. Once her wave of pleasure passed through her body, I could feel Jessica’s pussy getting tighter. I then switched my focus to my love.

“Oh, yeah, baby. Fuck me with your fingers,” Jessica exclaimed. I obliged pressing a second finger inside her pussy. I pressed my tongue to her clit, moving in small circles around her nub.

“Oh, Jesus, Jason. I’m coming. I’m coming.”

Jessica copied the movements of Keira, leaning forward and grabbing my head with her hands, pressing my mouth into her pussy. She too had wave after wave of pleasure flow through her, cumming all over my face. Once her orgasm subsided, she sat back down on the towel, taking a few deep breaths while she recovered. Keira proceeded to bend down in front of me, licking my chin, gathering all of Jessica’s pussy juices.

“Mmm. You lucky man. That tasted delicious.” Keira said to me. She then leaned back and laid down next to Jessica, resuming her position from before.

I got up from my spot, stretched, then started walking down towards the water, wanting to take a quick swim. Jessica followed me down, running up to me and slapping my ass as she came close. We both entered the water, swam around for a bit, then came in close together in an embrace. Jessica then hopped onto me, throwing her hands over my shoulders and wrapping her legs around my waist. I threw my hands under her ass to hold her up.

“Thank you for this trip, baby. I have been having the time of my life.” Jessica whispered into my ear, kissing and nibbling on my earlobe. I grabbed her ass a little tighter, pulling her closer to me. My cock was still rock hard from earlier and was now pressing against Jessica’s pussy. I started sliding her up and down my body, grinding my cock into her.

“Me too, love,” I told her, embracing her body against mine, “Couldn’t have dreamt of a better vacation with you.”

“Me either.”

We continued embracing each other, kissing each other tenderly while the waves moved us around. We kissed passionately for several minutes before returning to the shore and Keira, who managed to fall asleep under the sun.

“Well, I guess you tired her out.” Jessica said, giggling.

“I guess so.”

I reached into the cooler and grabbed a couple more beers, handing one to Jessica. We both sat in front of Keira, looking out to the horizon, and drank our beers, holding hands the whole time.

Keira came to a few minutes later, stretching her arms and legs as far as she could reach. Jessica and I turned around at the commotion, and saw Keira smiling back at us.

“That felt great,” said Keira.

“Good deal. I guess you needed it,” I told her.

“I must have. That orgasm you gave me really took a lot out of me.”

Keira then sat up, grabbed a beer from the cooler, and cracked it open, taking a pull from it. She then stood up and ran down to the water, diving in for a swim. She resurfaced, allowing the water to run down her body, over her perfect tits, and back down to the sea.

I watched the sexy, nubile teen as she bounced around in the water, her breasts swaying around. Keira played in the water for another minute, then re-joined us on the towel.

We relaxed on the beach for a couple hours, chatting away the day. Keira told us about her dad’s scuba shop, her growing beylikdüzü escort up on the dock, and her dreams of taking over the shop one day. Jessica told about her time in college, her career as a doctor, and our experiences here in Paradise. I sat back and listened to the chit-chat, sipping on my beer and loving the company.

“What if we were to stay the night out here, huh?” Keira asked us.

“We don’t have any tents. Where will we sleep?” Jessica replied.

“I can make a little shelter. I have a knife on the boat.”

“I don’t know, Keira. I’ve never slept on a beach before.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I’ve done it loads of times. Here, follow me.”

With that, Keira grabbed Jessica by the hand and headed over to a spot down the beach with palm trees providing cover. Keira began sweeping away the palm leaves, making a clearing between the trees. She then headed down to the boat, grabbed a rather large knife and some rope, and went back up the hill. She returned with two long logs and tied one end to a palm tree at the campsite. She then asked for my help to hold up the other end, and tied it to the other palm tree. We repeated the actions with the other log, and after Keira draped some palm leaves over the top, we stepped back and admired her handiwork.

“Wow, Keira. This looks amazing.”

“Thank you, Jess. I’ve built this style of shelter before. All we need to do is lay the beach towel down on the ground, and a home we have built.”

“Sounds amazing.”

“I’m going to gather some wood for a fire. I will be back soon.” I told the pair, walking up the hill.

I gathered an armful of firewood, dropped it off, and went back out for another. After a few minutes, we had more than enough wood stacked for the night, so I sat down and relaxed while the evening approached.

As soon as dusk set in, Keira went to the boat, retrieved a lighter and a blanket, and returned, passing the blanket to Jessica and lighting a dried palm leaf. She placed the leaf on the sand, then started piling small twigs on top, allowing the fire to grow. After adding larger logs to the fire, Keira took her seat on the towel next to me. Jessica cuddled in close, too, placing her head on my shoulder. We all sat there, watching the fire and the sun set, until it was completely dark outside.

“Ever had sex next to a fire?’ Jessica asked Keira.

“Only with a woman. Never with a woman and a man.” Keira replied.

On that note, Jessica stood up and moved over to Keira, grabbing her hand and pulling her to her feet. Jessica then wrapped her arms around Keira’s waist, sliding her hands down to her ass. She then motioned for me to stand up and move behind Keira, pressing my cock into her ass cheeks. Jessica then leaned forward, pulled my face in, and kissed me deeply on the lips.

Keira reached behind her back, grabbed my cock with her fingers, and slid them up and down slowly. I dripped a bit of pre-cum onto her hand, which she used as lube for her fingers. Jessica reached one hand up to Keira’s breasts, massaging her tit in her palm. She then reached her other hand between Keira’s legs, opening her legs and pressing her hand into her lips. Keira gave a small moan at this advancement, enjoying the touch of another woman.

Keira began to move her hand faster on my cock, building up pressure inside me. I tried to focus my breath to calm down, but the feeling was overwhelming. Jessica saw that I was fighting, so she spun Keira around to face me and placed her hands on Keira’s shoulders and pushed her to her knees. She then wrapped her hand around Keira’s, and both of them began stroking my cock in unison.

“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna cum soon.” I announced.

“Cum for us baby. Shoot your load all over,” Jessica exclaimed, increasing their pace on my cock.

I couldn’t hold back anymore and broke down. I released my seed all over the beautiful women, stream after stream shooting from my cock, hitting them in their faces.

“Oh, yeah, That’s it, Jason! Give us your cum! Cover us in your cum!” Keira shouted, spurring on my orgasm. I sent more and more cum onto their faces, unable to stop my huge orgasm from subsiding.

Once every last drop had been squeezed from my cock, Jessica started licking Keira’s face, lapping up my cum and swallowing it down her throat. Keira then moved down to Jessica’s tits, licking my cum from her body. This sparked the fire inside Jessica, who lifted Keira’s head and pressed her lips into Keira’s, pushing her down to the beach towel. I watched my beautiful girlfriend lick all over Keira’s body, cleaning her of my cum. Once Jessica didn’t see any more, she focused her attention on Keira’s pussy, pressing her thumb to her clit and slipping a finger inside. Jessica worked her magic on Keira for several minutes, bringing her to a screaming orgasm. Once that subsided, Keira returned the favor, licking down Jessica’s body and worked her tongue below, pressing her tongue to part Jessica’s lips. Keira tongue-fucked Jessica to orgasm, and by the time they both came, I was starting to get hard again.

Keira was the first to notice my growing cock, so she reached out to grab it, pulling me to my knees between Jessica’s legs.

“Fuck your woman. I want to watch you fuck your woman,” Keira said quietly, just loud enough for Jessica to hear.

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I slid my finger against her pussy, gently, a thin string of cum clinging from her slightly brown lip to my pale white finger. As I pulled it back, the string broke, leaving my finger with a bead of cum on it. I moved it to my nose and smelled it. It smelled like cum, same as my own. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting.

“So you’re into gangbangs and getting fucked hard.” I stated, less of a question, more summarizing the obvious. “Where did you find them.”

“Oh, haha. That’s funny.” She smiled as she laughed. “I just posted on reddit for ten guys who were clean. Only five showed up.”

“You fit five guys into your room? And they all fucked you. You must be pretty sore.”

“Strangely, not as much as I was expecting. Some of them weren’t that big. Not like you I guess.” She reached over and took my cock, it was limp, though I was excited. It just needed some attention. “I never realized you were packing.”

I took my finger and raised it to her lips. “Trying to see if I can tire you out?” I asked, flirting with her for the first time.

“I never would have thought you were so kinky. Kinky enough to stick your dick in a sloppy hole like that.” She said, pointing to her stickiness. She opened her mouth and accepted my finger, licking it clean. “Do you think I look sexy like this? Evidence of tonight’s conquests spilling out of me onto the couch. I bet I look pretty slutty.” She chuckled again.

“I love it. Slutty, but in a good way. It looks like they didn’t take advantage of you, but you of them. You got their cock bakırköy escort and loads and sent them home to cook their own breakfast.” I blurted out. I tried to backpeddle. “You look good enough to eat.”

I leaned forward and placed my lips against hers, pulling her skin with my muscles, gently as I rubbed her clit with my right hand. My body weight pushed against her thigh as I went in for her.

“Gently” She moaned. “I’m still a bit sore.”

I continued rubbing her, going a bit softer, moving in circles as I whispered into her ear. “I thought they weren’t big enough for you.”

“Still sore, she moaned. She took her hands and placed them on her nipples, rubbing then, squeezing them as I kissed her. She spread her legs open, pushing me to the side as she gave me better access to her pussy. I took advantage of it and continued to rub, moving my other hand to her neck, gently choking her as I continue to tease her twat. After a few moments, she had gotten herself worked up and she began to moan. “I’m going to cum. I can’t believe you’re going to make me cum.”

With that, a huge arc of squirt shot out of her pussy, landing on the tv screen in the living room. Some other drops landed in the wine glass, leaving a small greasy trace on top of the red liquid.

“Oh my god. That was fantastic. I love how taboo and wrong it is.” She said, collapsing onto the couch.

You may think that I wanted to cum myself, well, I did, but I really wanted her to cum. I knew that if I could make her cum often and frequent, beşiktaş escort in the long run, it is better for each person to be more giving in the relationship. I decided I’d let her sleep and I could always fuck her in the morning. Anyway, she would be tired now from all of the sex.

“Time to sleep?” I asked as I went to the kitchen and got a rag to wipe her cum from the tv screen.

“You don’t want me to make you cum?” She asked.

“I’m not worried. You’ll make me cum tomorrow, and the next day. And the day after that.” I said. I never was this confident. I made a mental not to be more confident in the rest of my life. I drank the rest of my wine and placed it in the sink.

“Haha. We’ll see.” She stood up and went to her bedroom while I went to brush my teeth, then to my bedroom.

I turned off the lights and stared upwards, thinking about how strange of an experience that had been. I’d always wanted to lick a pussy after a gangbang, I should have done that. Oh well, maybe there will be another chance for me.

I closed my eyes and just then, I heard the door open. “Umm. Hi. Sorry to bother you, but you may have noticed, I’m a bit of a squirter. Well, umm. My bed is a bit soaked. I was wondering, could I maybe sleep in yours?”

I opened my eyes and looked over at her. “Sure. Do you do that every time you have get fucked while I’m out of town?” I teased.

Not one to be out done, she replied, “Typically I fuck in your bed. I make an effort to coat your pillows in as much squirt beylikdüzü escort as possible.” She moved to crawl into the bed.

“Kat, I think you’re going to find that you might wake up in a wet pool. Given how much cum is dripping out fo you.” I couldn’t believe I was about to say it. “You should let me clean you up.”

She heard something different. “You’re right, but I really don’t want to shower.”

“No, let ME clean you up.”

She grabbed the t-shirt I had been wearing and handed it to me.

“No, like this.” I said as I tossed the t-shirt to the floor and pulled her so she was sitting on my face.

“Oh my, you’re kinkier than I thought. I didn’t think having a male roommate would be this good.” She said as she relaxed.

As she relaxed, I stuck my tongue into her pussy and began to slurp up the cummy mess. I was careful not to rub her clit too much, I didn’t want her soaking my face right before we went to sleep. It was thick and viscous. I don’t remember how it specifically tasted, I just remember how much joy it gave me to lick her clean.

“I love how nasty you are.” She moaned as she placed her hands on my head.

You have no idea, I thought to myself. After I had gotten most of it and I pushed her up so she was a few inches above my face. She got the hint and held her body above me. “I’m going to lick your ass, can you try to help me and push out any cum that you’ve got in you?”

She pushed her ass to my mouth and I slide my tongue into her again. She pushed and small bubbles of air and cum flew out into my mouth. After 10 or so cum farts, she was empty and she slide down next. to me naked and stuck her body next to mine.

I leaned forwards and gave her a kiss before placing my arm around her. “Good night.” I said.

“Good night.” She responded and cuddled up next to me.

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J étaisfin prête pour accueuillir ce jeune et beau garçon prometteur .Je préparais un plateau repas foie gras saumon fume toast et champagne je sortais le grand jeu .20h10 ça sonne j ouvre et la je vois mon beau Luc en jean et blouson« entre il fait froid !-tu es toute en beauté Patricia !-c est pour toi car dans tes déplacements tu ne dois pas souvent voir de femmes-ah ca non on en voit même pas du tout ou alors au bordel-tu vas voir les prostituées ?-oui il faut bien se soulager-allons au salon on va boire un verre-avec plaisir-trinquons a nos retrouvailles-oui Je m approche de lui et pose ma main sur sa cuisse il me prit la tête et m embrassa je lui rendit son baiser enplus üsküdar escort fougueux ma main remonta vers sa verge qui était de belle taille je la sortis et commença a le masturberdoucement ses mains étaient parties vers mes seins puis ils les descendit vers mon entrejambe quis humidifiait-ma coquine des bas et des portes jarretelles-c est pour mieux t exciter mon chéri lui dis je avant de lui prendre son sexe dans la boucheJe le pompai a fond son sexe venait buter au fond de mon palais je le sentais au bord de l explosion et a chaquefois je ralentissais-c est mieux que dans mes rêves si tu savais le nombre de fois ou je me suis branle en pensant a toia tes seins a ta bouche a ta chatte a ton petit trou et je dois t avouer que mme cette nuit je me suis branle enpensant a toi-et bien tu as tout a disposition pour 48 heures je suis a toi fais de moi ce que tu veux mon chéri-alors suce moi ma salope et fais moi jouir-tes désirs sont des ordres lui répondis je en reprenant sa queue avec enthousiasmeAu bout de quelques minutes je sentis d impétueux flots de foutre m envahir la bouche-c était trés bien on va prendre un verre et après je vais te baiser car je pense que tu dois être trempée ma belle-oh que oui je n attend que ça que tu me baises bien profondémentJe nous resservi une coupe-fais moi un streap et reste en talon et en portes jarretelle ça va me refaire bander ma chérieJe mis un cd assez langoureux et commençai mon effeuillage tuzla escort en ne prenant que des poses lascives etsuggestives afin de le refaire bander cela m excitais aussi d être soumise a ce jeune homme je mouillais et avaitenvie d être sa chose j avais rarement eu autant envie d être le jouet sexuel d’ un homme.Au bout d un quart d heure de poses lascives je vis son sexe droit il me regarda et me dit « mets toi a 4 patteset viens en me montrant ton cul de vieille salope en chaleur Je m éxecutai soumise et heureuse il se mit derrière moi et me pénètra de toute la longueur de son gros sexe ilallait tout doucement puis de plus en plus vite puis ralentissait puis réactivait cela me procurai une série dorgasmes a répétition soudain il sortit de ma chatte trempée et remonta son gland vers mon petit trou qu’ilperfora doucement mais surement en me tenant et en m insultant cela me faisait mal mais je ne disais rien puisla douleur se transforma en extase et d un seul coup je me sentis comme transperçée par un orgasme que jen’aurai pas cru possible par cette voie la il sortit son sexe et se masturba 10 seconde pour m éjaculer sur levisageNous restâmes quelques minutes comme ça puis j allais me laverQuand je revins il me demanda si ça m avait plu je ne peux que lui dire oui-j ai envie de te faire tout ce que j ai rêve de te faire pendant que je me branlais étant gamin-avec plaisir mais je veux savoir avant pour voir si ce n est pas dans ce que je n aime pas-je rve de te partouzer avec 2 ou 3 potes et quelques autre trucs-pourquoi pas mais pas de v******e ni de trucs sales-ok sert nous a boire et caresse toiJe nous sert a boire et me caresse devant lui.Le verre terminé on alla dans la chambre où il me baisa trois fois d’affilé.Au petit matin je me réveilla contre lui.

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Chapter 1 Claudia

I was sitting by our wood burner last evening. A pleasant night, it was cold and frosty outside but wonderful to be warm and cozy in our family living room. Adorned as it is with the detritus of a lifetime of bringing up a family full of its triumphs and … well…. Not so triumphs. I say ‘family’ but there is now only my wife and son. My earlier wife Claudia, the much clichéd ‘love of my life’ died some time back, well before her time. My other three children I had with Claudia are long gone and making lifetimes of their own around the globe.

I had slipped on our old record player an album featuring Michael Nyman’s music piece ‘Time Lapse’. I had done this for a little inspiration.

Let me introduce myself. I am Mark Pledger, I am head of the English department at a local co-ed High School in Wellington, New Zealand and I am close to retirement. I had always wanted to be a teacher. I especially loved drama and over and above the normal curriculum I ran the school drama club. Every year I have composed a small play built around a piece of music for inspiration. I then had the students perform the same using a favorite piece of their own. The exercise is to introduce them to script writing.

I have never really wanted to be a professional playwright, director or actor. I never really had the ego or guts for that but I loved inspiring students in that direction and I had some successes. I am especially proud of my daughter Rachael who achieved some international success.

But I digress.

The reason I mention this, is that in listening to Nyman’s music, it dawned on me how much it reflected my life. Like the proverbial turtle my life has plodded determinately and relentlessly against adversity and past obstacles, none the less at times with heroic and tiny fanfares.

How different from the music of our youth and I think of Peaches En Regalia, a Frank Zappa number which, would you believe it, actually preceded my first wife’s entrance at our wedding. My wife and I were a product of the times, children of the revolution, born to the Age of Aquarius. Our music expressed our difference, our optimism for the future and above all our individually. We were reacting against depression, war and assassination. We had love; we had a new way for a new order or perhaps disorder. Our strident individuality was our downfall and our love and optimism unrequited.

Claudia was a committed protagonist of Women’s liberation and like the rest of us revolutionaries was to become disillusioned. The movement never reached her lofty ideals and she was appalled at some of the directions it took. Maybe she never really fully recognized the gains it made. Certainly in the recent manifestations of feminism she would have approved of its intersectional character. She believed that women and men should march together toward a common understanding and did not see the movement as the power struggle between men and women it seemed to become.

I cannot say I fully understood Claudia but we shared some of the experiences that motivated her. It was probably for this reason that I allowed her the leeway to drift away from her family. A creature of her time, she was intellectual, she could not be confined by the humdrum of family life. She felt motivated to the greater good and felt it was our place, especially me as a privileged male to sacrifice for her contribution to the women’s movement.

I think back to when we first met. It was not an auspicious beginning.

It was 1968. For me it was the end of a successful first year at varsity. It was a year that I indulged myself in love and literature. For most of the year I enjoyed love and sex with Beth, an older separated woman. It was an education that should have given me extra credits toward my degree for it certainly gave me greater insight into the novels and the drama I was absorbing. I had met Beth while helping clean up her flat after a party. Man, she was cool. She had short blonde hair and was tall and slender; a cross between Twiggy and Veruschka, you might say. She liked to wear glitzy makeup with the longest false eyelashes you ever saw; kind of like spiders. I could never work out why a cool chick like her would be interested in me. I did have good hair. You understand this was the sixties, long hair ruled.

I knew nobody at the party. I had just arrived, a small town guy in the big city. I don’t know how I got there, I hadn’t been invited, but there I was cleaning up and the coolest chick at the party checks me out. At the end she leads me by the arm into her bedroom. We started French kissing. I would not have been good at much else in sex but I loved French kissing. Beth’s response was “Fuck mister, that tongue is long, you’re staying the night,” and she fell onto the bed dragging me down by my collars.

Sex with Beth was a new experience for me. Not the snog and feeling up sex on the bench seat of my father’s Ford Falcon, sort of sex. This was sophisticated sex in Beth’s own queen sized bursa escort bed. Beth was the person that introduced me to her ‘three way bliss.’

We had hardly hit the blankets when she hit me with, “Now listen to me, if you want to root me mister, you’ll have to prove yourself by getting me off first. Have you ever been down on a chick?”

‘Oh shit’ thinks I, ‘what’s goin’ down?’

Man, I was green.

To her I must have been a Tabula Rasa. She commenced my education, ‘pleasuring a lady 101.’

And I have to hand it to her, I was lucky; Beth gave me an education most guys do not get.

For her she must have thought she was teaching me ‘paint by numbers’, step by step.

She was wearing a light psychedelic mini dress, light blue panties and no bra. She dispensed with the panties pretty quick.

“Lick my trigger, mister,” she said pulling my face into the furry mass between her legs. (Did I mention that she was real blonde?) It was already very wet down there. It seems the first part of three way bliss was oral. My first task was to work the clit with my tongue, down the vulva flicking her fleshy tabs with my tongue then up the vagina. This was a first for me so it took a wee while to get over the ‘ooo yicky’ bit and actually like the taste of a fresh succulent pussy. Then it was back to the clit, suck. Stroke, nibble, nibble; lick, lick, lick.

Second part of three way bliss was fingering. “If you want a chick to be your lady, mister, you have got to talk to her about what she likes, you have to be gentle and experiment, explore a little. Now put one finger up my vag, move around and stroke. That’s getting me wetter, now two fingers turn them up that’s right stroke right there, little stroke, GENTLE!…. that’s better; keep going, keep going. Now keep doing that and eat my pussy at the same time, yeah, yeah, yeah!”

“Right, now for the third; you have another hand, now explore my body, find my zones, massage my tits; stay; there keep massaging; keep that massage going, now squeeze the nipple NOT TO HARD!”

It didn’t end that night and I have to say, and I hope Beth would agree with me, that practice makes perfect.

Beth made it plain that we were never going to be a permanent item. She would say things like, “when you are with another, this chick or that chick, you should do this or do that.” Initially it hurt me when she said things like that because I was getting a little proprietary, but after a while I realized that this chick was way out of my league and she was just having some fun. I went for the ride. In fact we only met a couple of times a week, if that, and she could have had any number of guys on the go and I wouldn’t have been the wiser. In retrospect I think her ex had been pretty domineering, she probably just liked having a novice to order around for a while.

Approaching my exams Beth up sticks and moved to London largely to escape her ex-husband but as a fashionista to pursue life with the other dedicated followers in swinging London. She had been enraptured by the flower children culture and hoped to be part of it. It was not a hard break for me, as in that year I was also absorbed and obsessed in my new world of academia. My relationship with Beth boosted my ego but to be truthful I was always a little bit in awe of her to actually fall in love.

Back home for the summer break I rapidly landed back to earth with my years adventures marginalized in a small city with no relevance to the academic world.

I took a short term job in a local joinery factory. It was only going to be about six weeks. My father was a partner in an engineering firm that was as part of a consortia undertaking aid work for underdeveloped countries. Over summer he was to fly over to Afghanistan to look at the feasibility of building modern abattoirs. Not a sexy subject for me but there was the opportunity to visit Afghanistan. At the time visiting Afghanistan was for the coolest of the cool so I successfully badgered him into taking the family and spending some extra time there.

The joinery job I got was through and old school friend, Clark. We were basically hammer hands turning out prefabricated components for classrooms buildings. There were a group there around about our age and we got to socialize out of work time.

I was the only student in the group and the only one with access to a car. It was my father’s, a Ford Falcon. Unfortunately the responsibility of driving the car cut into my drinking and I ended being the chauffer for a number of very inebriated and often very dubious characters. As life turned out, less drinking was probably to my advantage.

Smoko time at the joinery was the time when we all drank tea and shared our experiences, fancies and fantasies. There began to be a recurring discussion around a place on the hill the boys called ‘Gangy’s Gap’. There were obvious reasons for the name, the location being secluded and well away from houses but easily accessible in a car. Some of these boys were rough and bursa escort bayan a couple of them including Clark’s brother had spent time inside. Whether fact or fiction, they boasted of their experiences at Gangy’s Gap.

This lead to Clark became somewhat obsessed by a fantasy that he should also have the experience of a gangy in Gangy’s Gap as part of his life’s story.

From my point of view I had been brought up to be a gentleman, I was a student; I had recently come off an affair with a sexually sophisticated woman and totally above such disgusting behavior. However I was 19; these were my mates and as I had no one else to socialize with, I was trying to fit in.

One particular Friday night four of us met up outside a dance hall. Clark had organized a crate of beer through an older mate. The dance was supervised and nobody smelling of alcohol was allowed in. So we sat inside in the Falcon, swigging beer in the hope that we could team up with some chicks in the carpark. Well there was no success for a while until five girls got out of a car giggling and talking with plummy voices. The boys got out of our car but the girls quickly entered the hall. Well, we milled around a bit until one very tipsy young lady reeled back out.

I yelled out to her to how come she is not inside? She replied that the bouncer knew she had been drinking and wouldn’t let her in.

I couldn’t believe that her friends had abandoned her. Unfortunately I had three guys with me who were taking an interest and whose intentions were not honorable.

Clark called her over and started chatting, offering her a beer.

“Shit,” I thought “here goes.”

I leant toward her across the car on the opposite side to the others. The girl kept staring at me. You must understand that I was home from the city, I was obviously a student, I had shoulder length hair, brown leather bomber jacket and jeans. At the time I was conscious that this marked me out as unusual, trendy and desirable for a girl in this town.

In time Clark and his brother Robbie came round the car, Clark hissed in my ear “we are going to Gangy’s Gap. “

“Oh fuck no,” said I.

“Oh fuck yes,” says Robbie. “Wouldn’t like something nasty to happen to Daddies car now, would we?”

I felt caught. Not only did I need to protect my father’s asset, I now felt obliged to protect this girl.

Well, we all got into the car. I made sure the girl sat between Clark and me on the front car bench seat. I started up, turned and left the carpark. I aimlessly drove around the town with every one, apart from me, steadily drinking. I hoped desperately that the guys would get pissed and forget about Gangy’s Gap; but they didn’t and finally I had no choice.

I arrived at the spot. Years ago it had once been a quarry but the vegetation had long, grown back. Where I parked was the end of a small gully where the vegetation hung over the car. A limestone track led away at the end close to the front of the car.

The three guys initially decided they needed a piss. I told them not to do it near the car and to go up the track. They dutifully did that and disappeared some distance up the track.

The girl motioned to get out too; I sharply said, “don’t!”

She said “but I want a piss.”

I said “you’ll get more than a piss if you go out there.”

She turned and stared at me. I expected her to say something but suddenly she grabbed my face in two hands and started French kissing. Her tongue, like mine, was fucking long and squirming in my mouth. This action caused my brain to disappear into my cock.

A this point I should have been backing up and to get the hell out of there but the judgement of a horny 19 year lad whose neurons are not well connected is not always the best. What did I do? My hand goes up her miniskirt and swiftly finds its way into the hirsute wonderland that lay beneath her panties. Two fingers find their way through the underbrush into a very juicy and warm soft gelatinous cunt. In response, my cock was uncomfortably demanding to break free from my trousers.

Coming to my brief senses I pulled away.

For the reason of just saying something I asked, “Sorry, I didn’t get your name.”

“It’s Claudia.”

I presumed she was still at school and asked where she went. She attended a well-known private and expensive boarding establishment. I was impressed.

“What are you doing home this weekend?”

“It’s supposed to be a study weekend; I have my final scholarship exams.”

“What university are you going to next year?”

It turned out to be the same one as me.

All this time the other guys were crashing around in the undergrowth. I had no idea what they were doing but they had obviously finished pissing.

Claudia reached up to kiss me again. I was very conscious of her beery breath.

“Hey, I don’t think we should be doing this.”

“Why not?”

“Clark would probably kill me.”

“I don’t care. I don’t like him, he’s uncool,” she slurred. I was escort bursa suddenly aware of how pissed Claudia was and that we both would be in danger.

My enlightenment turned out to be too late; Clark was at the passenger window and was opening the door.

“Hey girl we’ve found a great place up here, come up and drink some more beers with us.”

With that he had Claudia by the arm and was pulling her out. She resisted. He then yanked her so she sprawled out onto the ground. I was quickly out and round the car.

“Leave her!” I shouted

“Hey, I thought you wanted a gangy with this chick too,” says Clark

“I never said I wanted any of this gangy shit.”

Claudia was whimpering on the ground, “gangy, gangy, I’m a virgin, please, please don’t rape me?”

Claudia went to get up and Clark hit her, sprawling her out again

I moved between Claudia and Clark. “You bastard, leave her!”

“Like fuck, I will,” but I caught him unawares pushing him sharply and forcefully backwards. Being pissed and unsteady he was an easy target and falling back hitting is head hard.

“Claudia! Get in the car and lock the door.” I didn’t really need to say that, as she was already in motion clambering into the Falcon.

Clark was trying to get up and I spied Robbie smashing out of the bushes toward me yelling that he was going to kill me. But I was already through the open driver’s door. Ignition on, starter, clutch down, column change, in reverse, “Car don’t fail me now!” Wheels spinning the car shot in reverse, I hastily span the car, changed gear and made our escape.

We weaved ourselves around the narrow hilly streets. I glanced to the side and Claudia was sobbing. I pulled over and put my arms around her and she buried her head under my bomber jacket.

“What are you doing with those slobs?” she wailed.

I wondered myself. “I’m sorry,” I say, “I work with them. I don’t really know them. I just thought of them as all talk, I didn’t think of them as that dangerous.”

Her reply was terse, “Lose them!”

I thought I’d better get her home. The shock had sobered her up somewhat. She gave me her address and arriving there I recognized the house. “What did you say your surname was?”

“Oh, Everson.”

“Your father, the lawyer?”

“Yes, do you know him?”

“Who doesn’t, “said I.

On a more serious note, I give her another chaste hug. “Are you OK; what will your parents be thinking when you get in?”

“They are out of town tonight”

‘That figures’, I thought.

Claudia was shivering, “Do you have a friend you can call, you look shaken to me?”

“No truly, I am ok, let’s just sit in the car a while.”

And we did, there was no lovemaking, we just chatted mostly about inconsequential things but we discovered we shared a taste in music, we both played tennis and a lot of little things that just seemed to be in common. Finally I said, “I’d better get the car back, can I call you in the morning to see if you are all right.”

“Will you please?” I leant over opening the glove box and finding paper and pen she gave me her number. Finally I walked her to her front door and she gave me a long kiss, this time without the tongue.

I turned and nonchalantly walked back to the car. Actually I wanted to yell and scream and jump about, but that would have been uncool.

There was something about her vulnerability, her softness, even her smell. At home I could not shift her from my mind. I lay awake fantasizing about a life with her. I completely forgot the three pissed off gentlemen in my distraction.

There was a rude awakening in the morning when Clark rang me to warn me Robbie was after me.

“Oh shit!”

My father was awake at the time and was busying himself in the garage. I took a cup of tea down to him with the intention of explaining what had happened. I was lucky in having a pretty good rapport with the old man. He was a pretty tolerant sod and I was never the one for teenage angst.

I explained who Claudia was and he raised his eyebrows at that.

He asked if these other blokes new who she was. I said they did not.

“Maybe, you’d better tell them and they’ll back off.”

I thought about that and came up with the idea that I take a crate of beer around as a peace offering. Dad offered to get me that and I rang Clark to say I would come around and meet Robbie and explain a few things.

Robbie and Clark lived with their parents in a wooden state house. It was in a poorer a part of town but the house and garden was very neat, their parents were very house proud.

Robbie met me at the door looking at the crate of beer. He kept his voice down as his parents were obviously there. “This fucking better be a good story, you shit…otherwise I’m having your balls.” He hissed. “And I’ll keep the beer,” he added as an afterthought.

I just launched in. “Do you know who that girl is?”

“No, Should I?”

“She is Gordon Everson’s daughter.”

“That fucking lawyer?”

“The very one.”

“Oh my fucking Christ, we dodged a bullet there.”

Robbie had been inside as youngish lad, and his tightening sphincter at this news indicated that he did not really want to go back.

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Divorced Don and Lady M — Trust and learning who you are.

***

The time was 1981, that made me 40. My wife and I had divorced 5 years ago. One of my favorite things to do was country dancing. It was the current craze. One of my favorite places to go dancing was only 6 miles from my house. That was convenient, getting to the bar or bringing a female friend home with me. Today was Friday and I did not have a dinner and dancing date for tonight. I was hoping that I would see several of my friends who also liked to dance at that bar.

I finished my dinner and got ready to head out. I was wearing a nice western shirt with snaps, good jeans with a wide belt, boots and my hat. It only took a few minutes to get there. There were already several cars in the parking lot. Some vehicles I recognized and some I did not. Maybe there would be some new faces. I walked in, said “hi” to the bouncer and a couple of other friends. I stopped at the bar to say hi to the cute little bartender because she already had my Coors setting on the bar for me. I paid her plus a nice tip because she always gave good service. I picked up my beer, walked to my favorite table near the dance floor and sat down.

The band was just getting started. I danced with two or three ladies that I regularly danced with. We were just dance friends. I was always picking on what I called wall flowers. A lot of times a new lady or two new ladies would go to a bar and most of the guys were afraid to ask new ladies to dance, so they ended up just sitting there being wall flowers. The guys were either afraid that she would turn them down or would not know how to dance resulting in an awkward attempt at dancing. I’m not bashful. I’m a good dancer so if a lady declines my offer I figure it’s her loss. If that happens I sit that dance out. No lady wants to be second choice! I’ll ask someone else on the next song. If a lady tells me that she doesn’t know how I simply say, “Come on, I’m a good teacher.” Most ladies who have come out to the bar and want to dance will accept my offer. After a few more dances it was break time for the band which usually played for 45 minutes and took a 15 minute break.

I watched a lady walk in during the break. She was tall, nicely built, hair done to perfection and I guessed her to be about 40. I could tell by the way she was looking around, trying to decide where to sit, at one of the smaller tables or at the bar, that she was probably new to the bar scene. There was an empty small table over against the wall. She walked over to it and sat down with her back to the wall. The waitress was quickly over there taking her order and was soon returning with a glass of white wine.

The band started a slow song that would be easy to dance to. I stood up and glanced her direction. She was looking straight at me as I walked directly to her table. When I got to her table I held my left hand out to her and asked. “May I have this dance?”

She was smiling as she answered, “Yes, thank you for asking.”

It was obvious that she knew something about dancing as we assumed a normal dance position and started across the dance floor doing a two step. I started the conversation, “I’m Don and sort of a regular here. I love to dance.”

She didn’t tell me her name. She simply replied, “I used to dance a long time ago but haven’t in recent years. You’re making this easy.”

My first thought was that she was either recently divorced or possibly widowed. We were just chatting as we danced. When the song ended, I said, “Stay for one more.” She didn’t make any comment but was still holding my hand and smiling.

As another slow song started I put my arm around her in normal fashion but pulled her a little closer to me. We were dancing and making small talk. Where are you from? What kind of work do you do? Back and forth in that manner. The song ended. I walked her back to her table and we both said thank you. I walked back to my table for a swallow of my beer. The next song was a fast one so I headed towards Sue, one of my regular dance partners. She saw me coming and was already standing up when I got to her. The song ended and I walked Sue back to her table where Kathy, another lady that was part of our dance group was sitting. We said hi. Without a pause the band started the next song. Kathy jumped up, grabbed my hand and said.” This is my favorite song.” It was a real slow snuggle type song so we did. We both loved to dance really close. When the song ended we were right at her table. We shared a little mutual thank you kiss like we always did. I walked back to my table for another swallow. Good dancers don’t sit very much.

Before the next song started I looked to see if the new lady was sitting at her table. She was so I got up and headed her way. She was still smiling but waited until I got to her table to stand up. She held her hand out to me which I happily took in mine. The next song turned out to be a waltz. I asked, “Do you waltz?”

She replied, bursa escort “Not in a very long time… but I’d love to try it.”

After just a few steps we looked like we had danced together many times. She started to lead me back to her table. When we got to her table she said, “I would love to stay and dance some more with you… but tonight I can’t. Maybe we will meet again next Friday?” She picked up her purse and gave me just a little hug.

I said, “I don’t like to see ladies walk out to the parking lot alone. I’ll walk you out to your car.”

She had a worried look on her face. She quietly said, “I don’t dare let you do that. I do hope I see you next Friday and I will explain.” She walked away. I still didn’t know her name.

I wasn’t sure what was going on but would certainly be here next Friday to find out. I spent the rest of the evening dancing with my friends and went home by myself about midnight.

I had a little trouble getting to sleep that night, wondering what she meant by, “I don’t dare let you do that.”

The next day was Saturday. I did my normal things during the day and went dancing at a different bar that night. I had fun but could not get the new lady out of my mind. All thru the next 7 days I did my normal routines of work, shopping, and dancing, etc. I could not come up anything that made sense. I would just have to wait until Friday night and hope she showed up at the bar.

The band would start at 9:00PM. I was in my favorite chair at twenty till. She was not in the bar. The band finally played the first song but I sat it out. Just as the second song was starting she walked in… paused to look around, spotted me at my table and walked to it. I stood up to greet her. She gave me a little hug and asked, “Can we move to a quieter table?”

I picked my beer up, took her by the hand and headed for the back of the bar. There was a small table there with no one else sitting close. I held a chair out for her and she sat down. I pulled a chair closer to her and sat down setting my beer on the table.

She started, “I am sorry that I left in such a hurry last Friday. It was not anything that you did or said. My name is Margaret. I want to dance with you but I need to talk to you first. I’m a professor at the junior college and have been for 16 years. I have been married to my husband for 18 years. Last week I had just finished some paper work in my office and was on my way home. I saw the bar and just turned in, parked and walked in. I don’t even know why. My marriage is in trouble. I suspect him of having an affair with one of his students. I’m afraid he is having someone follow me so he knows where I am. Tonight I was careful that I was not being followed. I am supposed to be visiting my sister over on the coast.”

I wasn’t sure why she was telling me all of this but it was clear that she was worried and was reaching out for help. I said, “I’m divorced so I have an idea what you’re facing.” The waitress came to the table. Before she asked what we wanted I told her, “I have a beer. Bring the lady a glass of white wine please.” She went to get it.

I spoke tenderly, “Let’s go dance this song. Then I want to hear the rest.” I stood up, took her hand as she stood up and we walked to the dance floor. It was a slow song. I pulled her in tight, holding her hand in mine right over my heart. She simply melted into me. I could feel the tension leaving her body.

When the song ended she whispered, “Thank you.” We walked to the back of the bar and sat down. The glass of wine was on our table. The waitress wasn’t worried about it getting paid for. I was a regular and she’d just start me a tab. She knew I would pay before I left the bar.

She started again, “I have so many questions. I don’t know what to do. My husband and I always use the same attorney. I can’t go to him. We are well known in the community and I don’t want to get anyone talking.”

I answered, “I understand what you’re up against. If he is having an affair will you want to file for divorce or try to work things out?”

She spoke, “I feel rejected. Like I’m not worth anything. I teach psychology, maybe I need to analyze myself. Maybe I really need to figure out who I am and what I want.”

I answered, “You’ve taken the first step. This may sound unorthodox to you but hear me out. Let me tell you about me, I mean really who I am in detail. Then you can think about who you are in detail.”

She said, “It’s a different approach but go ahead.”

I told her all about myself. A little of my history. About my work. That I loved to dance and that I liked cars, photography and clothing optional hot springs.

She blushed. “I’ve never been nude… anywhere!”

I smiled, “It gives you a real feeling of freedom. If there are other people around you don’t know if they are rich or poor, what their status is or anything about them. And they have nothing to judge you by. It takes away all the things people judge each bursa escort bayan other by. It sets everyone free for that moment.”

She asked me, “Are you a psychologist, too.”

I slowly answered, “Maybe a Philosopher, but no official training.”

The band was already into the next set. I said, “Let’s dance one and then we can talk some more.” She stood up and took my hand. I was sure we both enjoyed the dance.

The conversation went on about how trying new things lets you learn more about yourself. We danced and talked until almost midnight. Finally she said, “Would you walk me out to my car? I really need to get home.”

“My pleasure!” I answered. “Let me go pay my tab.” We walked out of the bar hand in hand.

She was parked way in the back of the lot where there was less chance of anyone seeing her car. We were standing between her car and a tall pickup. I put my hands on her waist so she would know where they were. I could feel her tremble.

I said, “Just listen. If you really want to try new things and learn who you are, next Friday night I want you to come to my home. I live in a mobile home park. I have a large carport you can park your car in, out of sight. I will fix a nice dinner and we can talk more while we eat… in the nude. No strings attached. No expectations.” I took my wallet out and pulled out my card. “Here is my personal card. My address and phone number are on it. Think about it until Thursday evening. Call me any time after 5:30. I really hope you accept.” I handed her my card.

I leaned in and placed just a soft kiss on her lips. She gave me a tight hug but said nothing. She got in her car and drove away. It was late so I walked to my car and went home.

The next week had me wondering if I had been wrong when I made my dinner offer. I wasn’t sure she would even call, let alone show up. I did not know her last name, her phone number… nothing. I had no way to contact her. I was well aware that she had a lot to think about.

I hurried home from work on Thursday. If she called I simply HAD to be there to answer my phone. If she didn’t call I couldn’t help her. I waited. At 5:30 sharp… my phone rang. I picked it up and answered. “This is Don.”

It was Margaret. “Hi Don, I’ve done a lot of thinking this week. I can’t believe that I’m saying this… I will be there.”

I told her how to get to the mobile home park, which trailer was mine and how to know she was pulling into the correct carport. She told me that her sister would cover for her like she had last Friday when we were dancing and talking. She also told me that she had talked with her son. She went on to tell me that her son was on her side. Her son even suggested he should trade cars with her for tomorrow night. They would leave their house, one and a bit later the other. They would meet up somewhere and trade cars. They would meet later to trade back before going home. Smart kid! This was so I would not be surprised when a different car pulled into my carport. We talked just a bit more and agreed on 6:00PM. Before we could talk much more she said, “I have to go.” She hung up. I put my phone back on its base.

I was pleasantly surprised that she had called. I was relieved that she was actually coming to my home. I wondered what I was getting myself in to. Friday evening was going to be very interesting!

I was nervous all day Friday. I went home after work. I whipped up a meatloaf and put it and a couple of potatoes in the oven to bake. I would heat up some fresh peas later. I busily made sure my house was ready for company. I took a shower and dried off. I put on deodorant and cologne. I didn’t need to shave, I wear a full beard. I did not get dressed. After all I had invited Margaret to a nude dinner and intended to answer my door nude.

The meatloaf and potatoes were done so I turned the oven off and put the pan of peas on the stove to heat. I was sitting on my couch by the window, watching my carport and waiting very impatiently. At 6:05 a car drove into my carport and I heard a car door close. I walked over to my front door. When I heard her footsteps on my wooden porch I opened the door. She stepped in. We shared a hug and a soft kiss. “Welcome to my home.” I took her by the hand and walked to the couch and sat down. She sat down beside me. We talked just briefly about her drive over. I said, “You have no idea how happy I am that you are here.”

“The bathroom is just down the hall on the right. You can leave your clothes on the counter top. I will get dinner on the table and we can enjoy our nude dinner.” She stood up and headed down the hallway. I got up and went into my kitchen. I just dished up two plates and poured the white wine. When she came back her face was flushed but she was nude and barefoot. We walked to the table and I pulled out a chair for her. She sat down. I sat down beside her, not across from her. It makes talking much more personal.

I broke the silence, “I hope you escort bursa like meatloaf.”

She took a deep breath and let most of it out, “This looks delicious.”

We quietly enjoyed our dinner with just a little talk about her sister and her son. When we were finished eating I said, “Bring your wine glass and let’s go to the couch. It’s much more comfortable than these antique wooden chairs.”

I picked up my glass. We went to the living room and sat down on the couch. We were sitting a couple of feet apart, with each of us turned towards the other to be able to see each other while we talked. Our knees were almost touching. We were both relaxed and nothing had been said about being nude. We talked about all the avenues she could pursue. What options she had. I re-filled the wine glasses. I told her some about my divorce. We had talked for a couple of hours when she really shocked me.

She hesitated… “I have thought a lot about your explanations of nudity and trying new things. I think you are very wise. I haven’t really done much in my life except get my degree, teach psychology to young people and raise my son. My husband and I haven’t done the travelling that you have. I can’t even remember any real highlights or memorable events. I had a hard time convincing myself to accept your offer. Now that I’m here, in the nude, sharing this conversation with you is amazing. I feel more relaxed than I have been in a very long time. I have never made love with anyone but my husband… I want to try something else new to me… I want to make love with you.”

I was absolutely shocked. I had not expected anything like this. I was just trying to help a new friend with her marital status and understand what life is really about. I had to pause so I could formulate my answer.

What I was going to say next HAD to come out right. “Margaret, you have just surprised the hell out of me! Making love with you was not why I invited you to dinner. I wanted to have a private place where we could talk and to show you how relaxed being nude can be. Don’t get me wrong. If this is what you want to do I will be honored to share my bed with you. We can go real slow, talk about our feelings as we go, and I will do my best to share as much pleasure as we can. Rest assured that it is safe. One of the first things I did after my divorce was to have a vasectomy done. Are you sure?”

There was no hesitation before she answered. “I don’t know what is going to happen next with my marriage.” “I need to learn what life is really about and who I want to be. Fate must have made me stop at the bar that first night. I’m very happy that we met. So, yes, I’m sure.”

We both stood up without a word being spoken. We shared a wonderful, tight hug with our nude bodies pressed tightly together. Her arms around my neck and mine around her at her bust line. The next kiss was more than just a soft one.

I took her hand and walked down the hall. She stopped in the bathroom. I went into my bedroom, turned the covers all the way down and turned a small lamp on. When she came out of the bathroom I said, “I need the bathroom, too. Have a seat on the edge of the bed. I’ll be right there.”

She was just sitting on the right side of the bed near the edge. I walked around to the left side and sat down. I scooted back a ways so that when I swung my legs around and lay down my head would be on the pillow. I would be not quite to the middle of my double bed.

I spoke softly, “Lie down beside me. I want to just hold you for a bit while we talk. She repeated my maneuver on her side of the bed. I rolled over on my left side which put me right against her. I propped myself up on my elbow, so I was looking down at her. I pushed my left hand over until it touched her neck, and she just naturally lifted her head for my hand to slip behind her head. I reached out with my right hand and just softly let it lay on her stomach. I leaned down and kissed her softly but full on her lips. She kissed me back offering me her tongue. I accepted her tongue and gave her mine. It was a couple of minutes before we came up for air. We were quiet for a few seconds.

I told her, “Margaret, you are very desirable. You have a beautiful body and I love your smile. Let’s just take our time, explore each other, talk about things as we go along, and enjoy this time together.”

She replied, “I don’t understand how you can be so relaxed and make me feel this relaxed. I’ve never met anyone like you, but I’m very glad that you are who you are. I doubt that I would be doing this with anyone else until after the future of my marriage is settled. I really believe it is probably going to end in a divorce. I’m not sure what I will do if that happens.”

Things progressed from there with both of our hands exploring each other while we continued to share kisses. Her breasts were full and firm. My member was starting to stir. She was starting to get very wet as I continued to let my right hand explore her. She had a nice bush but not so thick as to get in the way. Her labia were starting to puff out. I let my fingers explore her opening. One finger. Two fingers. I started going a little deeper each time I pushed into her.

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