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Evelyn Pierce

“Hello, this is Evelyn Pierce.” I hear as she’s answer the phone.

“Hello Evelyn, this is Bob Swaggart; Master Sergeant, Bob Swaggart; if you remember me from that day at your gym. And that disastrous demonstration that Catherine Parker and I put on of…, how not to put on a demonstration”

“Yes Mister Swaggart, I remember you and that day; and what can I do for you?” Evelyn asked, where I think I hear some humor in the tone of her reply.

“I came across the business card you gave me that day, and you’re asking if I would have a drink with you some time,” telling her.

“Yes, I remember.” Evelyn’s repy.

“So then, the reason for my call is to ask if that invitation to have a drink with you is still open. And if so; I accept.” Telling her.

“Of course it is, Mister Swaggart. And when would you like to meet,” she asked.

“Well, almost any time; now that my work schedule and reserve responsibilities have shifted back into a more predictable routine.” Telling her.

“Well I’m happy to hear that too, sooo, how about…, let me check,” she says. Where it sounds like she’s covered the phone, but muffled conversation is still filtering through.

“Mister Swaggart,” she says, coming back on. “How about this evening,” she’s asking. “And say…, about eightish?” She tells me.

“That would be very good. It will give me more than enough time to get home, check the mail, change clothes and go for a run. Then shower and put on a coat and tie. And of course, I would need to know where we could meet for that drink.” telling her.

“You won’t need a coat and tie, Mister Swaggart,” she laughs.

“Just some casual, comfortable street clothes if you prefer, would be perfectly fine,” she’s telling me. “And where we would meet, that would be easy,” she says. “We can meet right here in my home; if meeting here would be okay with you,” she follows asking.

“If you’re sure you’re alright with that, it would be perfectly fine with me,” telling. her, And of course, I would need directions to your house.”

“Excellent,” she replied. “Now if you give me your email address I can send some directions on how to find where I live, and I’ll get them off to you as soon as we finish our call.” She tells me.

“That would be great,” I told her. ‘But you could just give me a general description of where you live and a general description of your home, and I could probably find it anyway,” telling her. “I’m very good at finding places I’m not supposed to know where they are,” joking with her.

Where I can hear her laughing.”

“But having your directions will make finding your home so much easier,” telling her. “And now here’s my email; if you have something to write on?”

“Go ahead, I have something right here.” She replies.

Giving Evelyn my email address, is followed by her repeating it back. Then it’s her, “Goodbye Mister Swaggart, and I’ll see you later this evening.” She tells me before dropping the call.

And like I thought that day and like now she has a very nice voice, mature, cultured, formally educated I would think too. And also what I thought about her age; as I watched her walk back alongside my truck.., that disastrous day at Catherine’s gym. And what has that been.., two months now, and well into the official seasonal Spring. Yeah, just as I remember back then; spring like that day in my truck at the park — so much for repeating that.

Looking at the email Evelyn sent me and right away the roads jump out at me; I know them pretty well from past motorcycle rides over those old farm roads. And that time on one of those rides; when I was taking a pee break, is how I discovered that bike path that wound back through the surrounding wooded area, to a creek that had been dammed up to create a “swimming hole,” that was perfect for some skinny dipping. Which also led to a surprise encounter with someone who had the same idea.

Catherine’s house I know must be in Evelyn’s neighborhood. Which used to be all farms, but the names of those roads I’ve traveled when riding my Harley have stayed the same; it’s the farms that are all gone. Replaced with large homes with gated wrought iron fences and immaculately landscaped yards and gardens. I’ve never been to Catherine’s house, but I’m sure I would know which one is hers, just from the way she’s described it; not palatial, but still impressive I bet!

And I’m not surprised that Evelyn’s home fits in well with the size and styles of the homes I believe are like Catherine’s. A gated long driveway I’ve followed around to the side of the house where she told me I could park. Also where my truck seems out of place parked where it is.

With my phone in hand about to call to let her know I’m here, I’m surprised by the phone buzzing, displaying her phone number. So answering I hear it’s her, “I’ll meet you at the door right across from where you’re parked.”

Thank you,” telling her. “Now I won’t be stumbling around in the coming darkness eryaman genç escort wondering which of the doors I should pry open first.” Again hearing her laugh.

“The one I just told you, I’ll be opening it before you get to it,” she tells me.

And already seeing the door opening as I approach it to see her standing just to the side with her, “Good evening Mister Swaggart, it’s so very nice to see you again,” she’s telling me, as she steps back and to the side letting me in, along with my acknowledging it was nice to see her again too.

But, OH, MY, YES! This can’t be the same woman who stood by my truck’s driver’s side door that disastrous Thursday. If I thought she looked good standing there beside side the door; followed by my thoughts as I watched her walk back between the parked cars. Those thoughts or guesses then completely missed the mark. This woman is beautiful, and she smells good too. But even more surprising is what she’s wearing; where I’m guessing from it’s look or style, as well as how it cling to her; is a Oreintal Kimono or dressing gown. But why so now? And with me, a stranger in her house too?

Don’t be naive, Swaggart, thinking to myself. That drink invitation along with the friendly squeeze to my arm, she was coming on to you; laughing to myself — yeah Swggart, you dumb jerk; your imagination always running way ahead of you ever catching up to it.

“This way Mister Swaggart, the bar is this way,” she’s telling me. But as I’m following her across the room towards a doorway into another room, that movement I watched as she walked between the park cars is even more eye-catching. Maybe because the way the Kimono clings to her curves along with the sway of her very fine butt moving within it; now even more interesting than what I thought it was in those painted on yoga pants.

The room we’ve entered is, I would describe as; nicely furnished with seating arranged in a way that people could sit and carry on conversations without having to talk loud enough to be heard. But close enough to be called; intimate?

“Mister Swaggart, you said your drink of choice is a vodka and bitter lemon with a twist of lime?” She asked while slightly, turning back to me asking it.

“Yes mam,” replying. But right after saying that Evelyn immediately stops and turns right back to me with her, ‘MAM,’ she repeats.

“Mister Swaggart,” she says. “I’m sure I must be older than you, but.. not old enough to be called, “Mam.” She says to me, all with a big smile that comes along with her mild rebuke..

“I’m sorry,” telling her. But this being only the second time we’ve met I wasn’t sure how to…

“Call me Evelyn,” she’s telling me.

“Thank you Evelyn!” Replying. You can call me Bob; of course leaving off the military rank too.

“I can see why she finds you so… interesting and attractive; Bob.” She’s telling me,

“She?” Replying.

“Come now Bob!” her reply. “You know exactly who I’m referring to; right?” It’s Evelyn’s comeback. “But, I’ll ask more about that later; if it’s alright?” She’s asking.

It’s Catherine; the remark Evelyn made about my being Catherine’s boyfriend. But I’m not going to acknowledge what she was inferring for now.

“Let’s have a seat over here,” she says, as she’s handing me a drink glass.

Is when she steps around me, close enough that she brushes my arm. Where it’s catching the scent of her calone from a more intimate closeness; I like it. Not Catherines, Lilac and Jasmine that I love how it smells on her. But Evelyn’s definitely stirring my senses.

“Can I ask you a few questions Bob,” she asks, as we settle into some comfortable chairs with just a small table between them.

“Sure,” replying. “But if any are about my military assignments and activities — there are some things I may not be able to answer.”

“I can understand that,” she tells me, “I also have some things I would not be able to answer, myself.”

“A lady of mystery; I suspect?” Telling her.

“You would have no idea, I’m sure!” she replies.

“And now, can you tell me what it is you do in your Marine Corps career,” She asked.

And for the next forty-five or so minutes, I’ve been giving Evelyn pretty much a general timeline of where it started, and as much as I can of the intervening years of training and deployments. Interrupted several times with her questions. Then continuing on with how those things led to my going into the reserves and how all that too has affected my life and of course, my marriage. And along with it too, has been my civilian occupation and how much that’s been a part of fitting it in with everything military.

“That story you related at the gym, it was focused on Tina Shultz; true, or just to set her in her place at that time?” Evlyn’s ask.

“Evelyn, what I said to Tina Shultz was all true. What I didn’t relate to her was; how close it really was. Where I’ve related that part to…, someone, I thought was a significant other; the worst part of it.”

“Would ankara escort bayan you tell me,” she asked.

“No.” Short but polite, my reply. “Because Evelyn, it’s too long to put into the how and why I ended up being in the situation I was in at that time. The end game though, was taking out the other three I mentioned. How I got the scar, and the whole reason I didn’t tell Tina Shultz that; was how very, very close it had been… for me.”

“Really?” Is Evelyn’s reply. Where she holds my eyes with hers until, “Can I get you a fresh drink?” She asked.

Looking at my glass to see it’s only partially melted ice. I hadn’t realized that with all my talking that I had finished the drink.

“Yes, thank you, but two is my limit. That way you wouldn’t have to drive me home.” Grinning at her.

“I can see your trouble,” she says. As she stands there; the Kimono looks a little more loose than it was when we first sat down here.

“Why say that?” asking her. “I’m probably the most laid back person you’ll know,” Telling her. “Except when I’m wearing that uniform; then, it’s all business.”

“Yes, I saw that at the gym,” she says. “Catherine Parker had never seen you like that either; right?” Evelyn asked.

And without replying to her it’s “May I ask about that later.” She says, turning away to refill my drink glass.

Returning with my refilled drink glass, then sitting back in the chair; only this time it’s crossing her legs that has the silk material of the Kimono she’s let slip aside, showing a lot more of her nice leg crossed over the other.

“How do you know Catherine Parker,” she asked me straight away, as she’s repositioning herself in her chair. That shifting in her chair allowed the Kimono to slip even more to the point where her bare legs are even more exposed to my view. And if she would shift a little further towards me, spreading her knees, I might very well see if the patch matched her short dark hair.

“I met Catherine on a train.” replying to Evelyn’s question.

“A train.. really!?” Surprise in her reply.

“Yes,” replaying.

“Bob…, I’ve known Catherine for a number of years, socially mostly, but more intimately if she would let me! Plus I know she travels a lot on business. But if we’ve talked about the travel aspect, it’s always been a flight to wherever she’s going to next, or coming back from. Plus I also know, she usually drives into the city most days to her office.” Evelyn tells me.

“Do you remember the ice storm we had right after last Christmas; it was on Monday.” Asking her.

“I remember it well,” she’s telling me, “I slipped on the ice right outside that door you came in. Bruising my behind to the point it was weeks before the black and blue faded away.” She’s telling me.

“Well…, I am happy that everything has returned to its rightful color.” Thinking I’m joking with her.

“Would you like to see it?” She comes right back at me. Almost choking on a sliver of ice that’s slipped past the lip of my drink glass that I’ve just placed to my mouth.

Clearing my throat, “That…, was the wrong time to joke about that,” telling her.

“I wasn’t joking,” she told me. “But…, before that, tell me more about you meeting Catherine Parker on a train.”

“I’m not sure how much I can tell you,” Replying. “You seem to know her a lot longer than I have. And what I would tell you will take up more time then it would take to finish this drink; rattling the ice in the glass to indicate the amount that’s left in it. So telling you how it initially came about would violate the trust that developed between the two of us. And I would also bet that what you know about her socially, where I will hazard this, is nothing to what I could tell of Catherine, the woman!”

“Mister Swaggart, Bob.” She’s saying. “I’m very good at keeping secrets; it’s part of what I did in my other life. There are men and women in positions I know of, where they like to impress other people with who they are, or what they do. Most of the time after getting to know me, they begin to hint or come right out asking, would I go to bed with them. And oftentimes their wives will too. I know a lot of men who like to watch and or participate in that kind of entertainment. And, I like to entertain and be watched!” She just told me.

“Yes!” She says, noticing the expression on my face she must have read.

“I’ll be very honest with you Bob. I was impressed with you and how you handled yourself in that situation at the gym. Catherine, overreacted, and she was showing off. And you, put her in her place in that situation. And I’m sorry that whatever relationship you had with her may have ended. To be honest, I’ve tried to get her to go to bed with me. But she turned me down because of the business relationship my husband and I have with the Parker family; is what Catherine told me then. But she also kissed me in a way I knew it was only that reason. And I’d fuck her in a heart beat sincan escort if she changes her mind.” Evelyn’s telling me looking straight at me as she was saying it.

That… really set me back in my chair.

“And this too, Bob,” she’s saying now. “Friends I have from my other life… I asked them about you.” She’s telling me. “I was very… impressed with what they told me. You have an exemplary military background. And that’s all I asked. “You went through a lot and still came out on the other side; alive. Now please.” she goes on. “What happened between you and Catherine on the train?”

“I’m not sure I want to tell you anything now… after that check up on me!” Hoping it’s calm but firm in my reply. “And why such interest in Catherine?” Asking her that too.

“Curiosity,” she replied. “And because I still want to fuck her!” Evelyn’s follow up.

“But now enough about Catherine Parker; because it’s you, I wnat to fuck right now…, and in ways I think you will enjoy very much!” The bluntness in how and what she said, setting me back in my chair, laughing like I haven’t laughed, closing in on … two months?

But Evelyn’s up from her chair and as she does, the tie wrap that was holding the Kimono close has conveniently come very loose, freeing the front of the Kimono which has partially draped open, exposing a fleeting glimpse of her nakedness underneath it. And was that a flash of dark pubic hair as she took her first steps towards me, along with flashes of bare legs. And yes, more peeks of her dark pubic triangle.

“Now mister Swaggart,” she says, “come with me.” Where she’s leaning down into me exposing lots more of her naked loveliness to my view. She does have some very nice breasts — some very generous handfuls I will very soon find out!

Standing up straight and backing up a few steps, Evelyn, with her hand out to take mine as I’m out of my chair where she quickly steps back into me at the same time her arms going up over my shoulders and around the back of my head; no doubt what I’m going to do with my hands sliding inside that loose and quite open Kimono as her mouth meets mine.

Evelyn, everything about her feels amazing! And she kisses like the very experienced, mature woman she is! I definitely know I’ll be up to the challenge; I can feel it rising all ready!

Taking my hand Evelyn leads me out the room we’re in through another doorway that takes us down a hallway where she turns into smaller but still spacious — “This is my massage salon,” she says, leading me into the middle of the room.

Not acknowledging what she just said as my eyes have already been taking in everything as Evelyn stands just a few steps off to my right, who’s saying, “That’s the massage table over there, and over there is where I prepare the oils she’s pointed to. Can I assume you wouldn’t want anything with a fragrance?” She’s followed up.

But it’s not what she says that’s taking my attention — it’s that table across the room I’m looking at. And never having a professional massage, but that table looks longer and wider then I would have expected for someone who needs to move around it without having to lean too far over the — massagee? But way more curious is the mirrored wall to the left of what must be the head of the table. Also, the entire mirrored wall on the far side of the table from where I’m standing and where I can see Evelyn and myself reflected back at us.

Oh Shit! My thought, this is going to be kinky and interesting.

“Over there Bob,” Evelyn’s voice breaking into my thoughts. “is the changing room.” Is when I turn to see her with her arm out pointing to a louvered door to my left in the room.

“There are hangers and hooks for your clothing; remove all of it,” she tells me. As I looked back tot her. “There are towels for modesty if you choose. And when you come back out, please go to the table and lay on your stomach with your head towards that wall.,” she’s telling me at the same time indicating the one she means with her outstretched arm. “And don’t be shy or embarrassed, I’ve seen many, many naked men. But… I think you’ll be one of the more impressive!” She’s followed with.

Laughing out loud at what she just said and turning away to make my way over to the changing room; thinking the whole time, this is going to be damn… interesting!

The changing room, more spacious than I expected; certainly not Superman’s phone booth. Slipping my shoes off, at the same time I can’t help seeing myself in the full length mirror in front of me. So, with my shirt on a wooden hanger, my pants folded on a dressing chair, all the rest on top of them. And now, my naked self looking back at me from the wall mounted mirror; already a partial hard-on inspired by my thoughts of that beautiful mature woman who wants to fuck me.

And with an oversized bath towel I’ve taken from a shelf while thinking, you’re going to look kind of silly if you wrap it around yourself, Swaggart. That bulge, even if you lift your cock back against your belly, it’s still going to be obvious as hell. Alright, it’s the towel draped over my shoulder; why hide something you’re proud of. And the women in your life telling you too, how much they love your cock — you, are, one, lucky bastard!

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Author’s Note: This is a straight cheating story. No direct cuckolding, as the boyfriend remains oblivious to her actions throughout and she totally gets away with it. There’s a lot of build-up, but also a lot of sex (when it starts!). Enjoy.

A Sordid Arrangement

(Or How Erin Got Her Freak On)

“The guy’s an asshole!”

“Oh Sweetie… he can’t be that bad,” Erin Winters said to her boyfriend.

As expected Peter stared at her in disbelief. “Erin, I’m serious: he’s THAT bad!”

They had been sitting on the green bench by the lake for over an hour now, and almost all of that she had spent patiently listening to her boyfriend, Peter Follett, complain about his university dormitory roommate. What had begun as a pleasant walk across campus, both of them looking to enjoy an unusually warm October day (unusual as far as an Eroshire autumn could be), was now swiftly becoming irritating for Erin.

It seemed Kyle Matthews was all that her dear boyfriend wanted to talk about.

“So he’s a little full of himself,” she said, shrugging.

“A little? He’s a little more than that!” Peter replied. “He’s constantly taking the piss. Makes me do all the work in the dorm – I’m always cleaning up after him – and whenever his friend’s are around, and they’re around ALL the time, he makes fun of me. They all do. Constantly.” Folding his arms, Peter stared out over the campus lake and sighed. “I feel like I’m back at school.”

“Oh Sweetie…” Erin wrapped an arm around his shoulders and squeezed. “Just ignore him.”

She wished she could ignore Peter when he got like this. At first she had been sympathetic to his problem with his roommate, but that had been a month ago. By now this rant was becoming a regular fixture of their time together, and Erin was struggling to keep from growing annoyed.

For as long as she had known him, since they were children, Peter had always been the nerdy kid. So was Erin, and she would be the first to admit it, for she was proud of who she was, but in the years since school she had changed what she didn’t like about herself, and it wasn’t due to the name-calling and taunts hurled at her when she was young. Yes, she had been a chubby girl when she was younger, and yes she had been the brunt of many fat jokes, but here she sat, at just a few months shy of twenty, with a body she worked hard to maintain at the gym.

A body that turned heads when she wore the right clothes, and Erin knew it.

Watching her boyfriend continue to complain, Erin just wished Peter knew how lucky he was, and what she was willing to put up with for that sweet kid still inside him. Yet in many ways he was also still that scared kid who used to hide behind her in junior school whenever anyone made fun of his bright red hair. She thought it was cute; he hated it and had shaved it off when they moved to their university digs.

Perhaps Peter had thought shaving his head would make him look tougher. She didn’t have the heart to tell him that with his expanding waistline, pudgy limbs and freckled face, he was not going to strike fear in the hearts of anyone.

“It’s worse when he brings girls back,” Peter continued to say. “Kyle loves to joke he’s going to rope me into a threesome, and then laughs when they look like they’re going to throw up.”

“Fuck those skanks,” Erin said. “I think you’re sexy.” She kissed him on the cheek.

He smiled at her, and Erin remembered why she loved him. Peter had such a sweet smile, it reminded her of simpler days when they would play games round each others’ houses. Sitting on their beds playing their consoles until the early hours of the morning, or when their parents popped in to remind them that they had school tomorrow, and that they should get some sleep.

It was a smile that reminded Erin that Peter was her oldest, and dearest friend. She had been the one to ask him out, aged fourteen, when they had known each other for over ten years, and they had been dating since. Fate had seen them both accepted into Eroshire University, and for that Erin was grateful: she wasn’t sure she could have handled a long distance relationship with Peter. She needed him by her side; he was her rock, and Erin knew she was his.

“Thanks, Erin,” he said, kissing her on the lips.

For a moment they sat there, tenderly kissing, and Erin didn’t know what she enjoyed most; the change of topic or the attention of her loving boyfriend.

Breaking the kiss Peter looked at her, his face suddenly serious, and said “promise me you’ll stay away from him.”

Taken aback, Erin could only frown in confusion. “Who? Kyle?” she laughed. “Jesus, Peter. He sounds like a serial killer.”

“More like a serial adulterer,” he muttered.

“Oh really?” she regarded him with both offence and genuine amusement. “And why would he be a threat to us? Is he going to snap his fingers and make me drop my panties for him?”

“I’m serious,” Peter said. “In the month since we started term he’s had a different girl round sincan escort the flat almost every night.” Seeing her sceptical expression he added: “I would know. He’s make a point to introduce me to every single one of them. It’s like he’s rubbing it in my face.”

“Rubbing what, Peter?” Erin raised an eyebrow.

“Erm…” Peter began to turn bright red. She loved how easily he was embarrassed. “I didn’t… I mean what I meant was…”

“What you meant was he’s having to settle for mere mortals, while you have a goddess.”

“Yeah. I know,” he said. Visibly relieved that she had decided to mercifully bail him out.

Having enjoyed Peter’s moment of clumsy verbal hole-digging, Erin decided to probe him on his apparent favourite subject. “So… what type of girls does Kyle bring back?”

“All different types, and ages,” Peter said. “One night he brought back this woman – she had to have been one of the lecturers, I swear I’ve seen her on campus heading to the Blue Theatre – and the next night this much younger girl turns up – looks almost EXACTLY like the previous, to the point I’m sure the second girl was the first’s daughter.”

“Impressive,” Erin said, raising her eyebrows in exaggeration.

“He’s had the personal trainers at the gym, the barmaids at the bar, even the girls at the cafe,” Peter said. “But he’s had many who can’t be students. Most of them had rings on their fingers.”

“Wow… what a bunch of sluts,” Erin said. “Imagine cheating on your other half with a student.” She couldn’t imagine cheating, full stop: she would never do that to her Peter. “And you’ve met all of them?”

“No joke. He likes to parade them in front of me. I wonder if he thinks I’m a virgin.”

“Well you’re definitely not!” Erin smiled at him; she could still remember the night that they had lost their virginities to each other. He had been so sweet, so very shy. She hadn’t been anything different. It must have been funny to watch: these two teens clumsily slapping their bodies, but in the moment it had been something special, and they had only gotten better at sex since then.

“God, wish he wasn’t so fucking loud with them, though.”

Peter’s comment brought her crashing back to reality, and for a moment she quickly reminded herself of what her boyfriend had been talking about before she had started daydreaming about their sex life.

“Oh? Are they screamers?” She asked, a wicked grin on her face. The thought of being loud while having sex was an amusing one to her: with Peter she never screamed or moaned as loud as some of the girls in her dorm had done since term began. Especially her own roommate, Angie, who had a boyfriend, not on campus but living close by, and he paid her frequent nightly visits. Some of the things Erin had heard them say through the walls! It was like a bad porn film!

“Not just them,” Peter said. “It’s him too. All night sometimes.”

“Not ALL night, really?” she asked, incredulous. Who had that kind of stamina?

Peter nodded. “I’m not joking. Sometimes he’s fucking them for six hours or more. How could anyone have that kind of stamina?”

A curious fleeing began in the depths of Erin’s groin as she listened to Peter. Fuck, six hours? As much as she enjoyed sex with Peter, he rarely lasted more than a half-hour, often leaving her wanting more, and she would frequently sneak off to the bathroom when he had gone to sleep (sex always tired him out) to finish herself off. Sometimes she would masturbate for ages in an effort to satiate her cravings. She had never mentioned any of this to Peter; she doubted he was aware of it.

“That sounds ridiculous!” Erin said, trying to ignore her slowly waking libido. “I doubt anyone could have sex for that long!”

“Yeah, you’re right. They must be keeping me awake with enthusiastic yoga.”

She gave him a look; she didn’t appreciate it when Peter was sarcastic with her.

He noticed: “I’m sorry. As you can tell I haven’t been getting much sleep lately.”

Erin gave him a squeeze. “I’m sorry, Sweetie. Maybe we should get you some ear plugs.”

“Tried that. Can still hear them,” he said. “I’m surprised no one else has complained.”

Maybe they were all getting laid too, she mused. “Sleeping pills?”

“There’s an idea.” Peter sighed, then looked at her and smiled. “I’m so glad I have you. I don’t think I could compete with a guy like Kyle.”

“Why must everything be a competition?” Erin asked. “Who has the biggest? Who can last the longest? Who cares! Relationships are built on more than sex.” Although having good sex was a bonus in a relationship, she thought as she held his hand in hers, looking him in the eye. “I love you, Peter Follett. Don’t worry about anything that cunt says or does. You are the luckiest man alive, because you have me.”

He smiled back, squeezing her hand. “You’re right as always,” he said.

His smile was so genuine; Erin found herself remembering why she had fallen in love with him in the first place.

“Hey, I’m ankara escort sorry if I’ve been boring you with my complaining.”

“Don’t worry. Can’t all have roommates like mine,” Erin said. Even if Angie was a bit of a slut, she was sweet and kind; not all like how Peter painted this Kyle. Angie and she would often go out, tasting cocktails in each bar in town, and if Angie made fun of Erin’s commitment to Peter, it was all good-natured with no ill-intent. Erin suspected Angie just liked seeing her friend happy.

“What’s the time?” Peter rhetorically asked as he pulled his phone from his pocket. “Shit! I’m gonna be late for class.” He gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “Sorry for bitching.”

“No worries, Sweetie,” she said, smiling. “Are we still on for tomorrow?” She would have loved it to have been tonight, but Peter always said he had mountains of work to do in the labs. It was like pulling teeth to get him to agree to go out, even on a Friday.

“Course. After class,” he said, gathering his satchel and swinging it over a shoulder. “Say six? Or too early?”

“Six is fine. See you then.”

Erin watched her sweet and loving boyfriend hurry off for his class. She was done for the day – the benefit of front-loading classes in the morning – and with nothing better to do Erin figured she would head to the campus gym. Couldn’t hurt to get some cardio in, or some core work either.

****

She decided to work on her core. For the last few months she had been working on her abs now that she had met her long-term goal of a flat stomach. It was starting to pay off; as she lay on the mat, lifting her thighs and feeling the strong resistance of the band around them, Erin saw the definition of her muscles glistening beneath the sweat of a good forty or so minutes of work.

Rise and fall. Working her hips like… Erin stopped, frowning at her own imagination, as it had been about to dive into something quite explicit. Stop it, she told herself. She should cut back on the porn; another side-effect of Peter’s continuing disappointment in the bedroom. It was a rabbit hole she had fallen down that one time she searched on her phone, and now every other day she was jerking off to a new upload.

It really wasn’t healthy. She should cut back.

Part of her felt like her masturbatory habits were a betrayal to Peter, like it was a silent way of saying he wasn’t enough, that he didn’t satisfy her.

But good God, she was becoming horny. As loving and as caring as Peter was, his dick just wasn’t scratching that itch for her. Feeling embarrassed at her thoughts, Erin looked around, despite telling herself that no one in the gym had telepathy, nor was she obviously turned on, just sweaty with exercise.

Which described everyone else in the small, yet versatile gym on campus.

At this time in the afternoon there weren’t many students, or lecturers, around. Most would still be at afternoon class, or catching some sleep before a big night out (it didn’t matter that it was a Thursday – every night was a big night out on campus). There were the usual on the treadmills, getting their steps in while going nowhere, while one large chap was furiously peddling all on his own; the other five machines curiously unoccupied despite the popularity of the cycles for some easy cardio.

Looking over at the bench press Erin sighed when she saw the usual crowd; those three were the reason she wished Peter would come with her to the gym.

They were also the reason Erin was glad he didn’t.

At almost six feet Erin was tall for a woman, and almost two full inches taller than Peter. These guys were easily six-two, six-three; the tanned one, with the hot smile and love of never wearing a fucking shirt, was the tallest, but not by much. The other two, while considerate enough to wear t-shirts at least, were visibly just as muscular beneath their clothing.

She didn’t know their names, and didn’t care to. Erin referred to them as Curls, Buzzcut and Mop, after the ways their hair were styled. Mop was the one doing the bench presses, his brown arms glistening with sweat as he lifted, while Buzzcut leaned on the bars laughing at something Curls was saying.

Thankfully none of them had noticed her. She was in no mood for their aggressive flirtations. It bordered on sexual harassment, and on several occasions she had been tempted to report their banter to the campus head of Equality and Diversity, who, Erin had heard, had led a #MeToo cull of the faculty a few years ago. Several lecturers with a lecherous history had been fired, and it was agreed the campus was a whole lot safer for women thanks to Mrs Rothfuss.

Then Erin had found out, via Angie, that Buzzcut (she vaguely recalled Angie mentioning his name was Bradley, or something) was sleeping with her. So Erin had decided not to bother ever reporting those three to that cheating slut. She had two kids and a husband of twenty years!

Some women…

Surprised at how irritated she was, whether with those three etimegut escort guys or how sexually frustrated she was feeling today, Erin wasn’t sure, so she began her exercise again with renewed vigour.

Staring out of the wide windows that took up a whole wall of the gym, offering an unparalleled view of campus from the second floor of the building furthest up the valley. It was why Erin loved coming here; a gorgeous view of the Eroshire valley, campus digs, fields, lake, and the distant city of Coytoss. Capital of the county and fourth largest city in the UK, apparently.

It was a view to take her mind off things. Like an unfair irritation with her boyfriend. Whether it was Peter’s constant bemoaning of his roommate, or how he wasn’t satisfying her sexually, she felt guilty about how she was letting herself get irritated by such trivial things! She should support her boyfriend if he were having problems, not roll her eyes and make jokes about it!

And as for sex? There was more to a relationship!

“Hey there, Sexy!”

Tearing her eyes from the gorgeous view Erin looked up at the infuriatingly gorgeous face of the one she called Curls, for how his head of dirty blonde hair curled up at the ends in a way that screamed ‘I just got out of bed and couldn’t be bothered to comb’. He was infuriatingly gorgeous, and Erin couldn’t help but admit he was sexy as fuck, with tanned skin, chiselled jawline, eyes a deep blue that you could get lost in if you weren’t careful, and a fantastic body; all defined abs, pecs, and limbs that were muscular, but not too big that she would fear for her life if he wrapped his arms around her.

Not that she would want him to. Wrap his arms around… her… fuck…

This was one reason why she hated these three guys: they awoke urges in her. Urges that her dear, darling, wonderful, sweet, caring, beautiful Peter did not seem to be able to satisfy, and he seemed blissfully unaware of it. Erin knew that some time tonight she was going to rub one out, and this fucker’s face was going to be what would tip her over the edge…

Again.

Another reason not to give up porn.

“What do you want?” she muttered.

“Just saying hello!” he replied. She hated his smile: so smug and patronising. Like he knew he was hot, and knew how it was affecting her. “Thought I’d do some sit-ups here.”

She looked at the mat he was standing on, right next to hers, then looked at the eight others all spread out in front of the window. All of them were unoccupied. “Do you have to?” she asked, looking back up at him. Try as she might, her eyes kept wandering down his chest, taking in his six pack abs, his defined waistline, that bulge in his tight-fitting shorts…

“Free country,” he said, settling down on the mat beside her. “You happen to be in my spot.”

That was the second reason why she hated these guys: they were all assholes.

“Free country,” she countered. “I was here first.”

“Got a nice set growing there,” he said. Then slapped his own abs to make the point.

“Thanks…” Erin muttered. She began to work her hips again, ignoring how she could feel his eyes take in the way her slim, toned body moved as she strained against the band. She wasn’t going to let this lecherous creep spoil her work-out session. She was almost at her goal. Just a few more and she could escape feeling like she hadn’t been run out of the gym again by these three dickholes.

Erin heard him making soft grunting sounds, as well as the squeak of the mat. “Doing anything tonight?” he asked.

“What?” she stopped and looked at him. He was doing sit-ups.

“Doing anything tonight?” he asked, not pausing. “Any plans? Anything important?”

“I have a boyfriend.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” he said. He paused, resting on the mat, and winked at her.

“I did.”

“So what are you two doing? Date night? Dinner? Takeaway? Sex?”

“I… none of your fucking business.”

“So no plans, then.” He resumed his sit-ups. “I’m wondering if you have a boyfriend, Sexy, or if you’re just making him up.”

“No I’m not,” Erin said, resuming her own work-out. Her irritation with this guy was showing, as she bucked her hips faster, clenching her fists as her aching muscles protested. “He’s real.”

“Doubt that.”

“Why?” She was beginning to get annoyed now. What was this guy insinuating? That no one could be interested in her? Erin felt insulted; she had put a lot of hard word into shaping herself, and she was fucking proud of the results. She was hot. Smoking hot. With a body that was, to put it bluntly, totally fuckable. She was tall, with a gym-toned slim body, long, dark – almost pitch black – hair, and tits that hadn’t lost the weight she had. It made bra shopping annoying, as most she liked were in sizes designed for much larger women. They were also the reason she preferred to keep to the gym, and not go out running despite the beautiful park near to campus.

And this smug shit was staring right at them, held fast in one of the few sports bras she liked that fit her; a bright pink affair with lime green stripes. It went with the bright pink shorts she had found, that hugged her incredible ass (if she would be so humble as to say).

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continued…

Day 3…

Okay…eyes opened, still a little groggy but…what’s that sound? What’s that noise I was hearing?

That was how I greeted our third day on the road.

Leaning up on my elbow, I realized that Marni’s side of the bed was empty and, smart broad that I am, I figured the sound I was hearing was that of the shower.

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“Want some company?” I asked, opening the shower door, and stepping in.

“Just in time,” Marni answered, handing me the soaped up wash cloth, “Do me, do my back,” turning around after saying it.

I took my time, my sweet, delicious time, both of us making chit-chat while I soaped and washed her. This time though, when I washed between her thighs, I purposefully brushed up against her pussy.

And no, there was no ‘Heat of the Moment’ thing going on now, I touched her because I wanted to.

Rising after washing her feet and ankles, I turned her around and handed her the soapy cloth, saying, “My turn,” turning around afterwards, anticipating her touch, wanting her touch.

She was thorough, soaping, washing and touching every nook and cranny of me. When she quickly ran the soapy towel between my ass cheeks, just brushing across my butthole, I felt a nice little tingle in my pussycat, surprising me, but not in a bad way. Turning me around, she said, “My front was already done, yours isn’t.”

Silently, with a hint of a grin, she soaped and washed me slowly, sensuously, making sure, in particular, that my titties were very, very clean. I was starting to feel the fires of arousal from her touches to me, from her gentle caresses of me.

But, we did nothing to douse the flames.

For my part, I wanted to tease myself, and her I guess, by not succumbing to those desires. Saving it, letting it build up throughout the day. Was I hoping for more sex with her tonight?

Probably, I remember thinking.

Was I really thinking this way about having sex with another woman?

Yep, I was.

What did it mean that I was feeling this way I wondered? Were there some hidden ‘lesbian genes’ that had been buried within me all of these years?

In the end, I’d decided that I was evidently hornier for sex with another human being than I thought.

We’ll ride this pleasure train for as long as it continues to feel right, to feel good. Its all about the sexual release, nothing more sinister or mysterious than that.

Yeah. That’s it. We’ll go with that…

“Hungry, Jules?” Marni asked as she, like me, stood in her panties, sans bra, looking between the clothes in her bag and those hanging in the closet, trying to decide on what to wear.

“I could eat,” I replied, finally deciding on shorts and a tee for clothing.

“Yeah, me too,” agreed my travel-mate, “Why don’t we grab some breakfast downstairs in the grill before heading out for the fifty-cent tour of Denver?”

“That’ll work,” I answered, shimmying into my chosen tee afterwards, the material tight across my ta-tas, accentuating their fullness. I rarely go braless, never at work for sure, but this day I decided to do just that.

Out of the corner of my eye as I was applying a bit of gloss and makeup, I noticed that Marni was sorta’ eyeing me as she did the same, both of us standing in front of the large mirror in the bedroom of the suite. She had a small smile on her face, and a little twinkle in her eyes as she darted her eyes to the reflection of my boobies in the mirror.

Kinda’ made me a little bit happy, yes, it did.

Lots of coffee and a little bit of a shared fruit plate met our need for ‘food’ that morning, both deciding that maybe we weren’t quite as hungry as we thought.

She would drive we had decided since she was familiar with Denver and I wasn’t, and tipping the valet gal-cute little thing, by the way-when she delivered the ride, off we drove.

It became quickly apparent to me as Marni drove us from one historical neighborhood through another that like Portland, Denver’s citizens cherish their history, respect their heritage. The old, but immaculately restored, turn-of-the-century homes were pleasing to the eye, to the senses. The area known as ‘Capital Hill’, in particular, sucked me into its charm. The ‘Molly Brown’ house, the Governor’s Mansion, and countless others, brought warm feelings to the heart, at least, for me they did.

She took us through the areas around DU, then into the foothills, through confines surrounded by the majestic stepping-stones of hogbacks and ridges that lead to Colorado’s many majestic peaks. Shortly after noon, as we wended our way down the foothills from the quaint old mining town of Idaho Springs, we had decided that, by then , we were both hungry and in need of food and drink.

“What’cha hungry for?” Marni asked with a quick glance to me as she drove us down the curvy highway back into Denver’s metro area.

“Well…since you asked, I was just thinking that a ‘Dive-Bar’ burger and an ice-cold beer was sounding just about right to me,” I replied smilingly.

“Know escort sincan just the place and its not very far from here,” Marni said, stepping on the accelerator as the highway flattened out and the western edge of the metro came into view…

I, for the life of me, cannot remember the grille’s name though Marni must’ve told me several times. But, they served a green-chili bacon-cheeseburger that was ‘slap yo’ mama’ good!

We were finishing up our last bites of our food and the second of some seriously-cold Coronas, chit-chatting, enjoying the afterglow of a good meal.

“Well, we have a couple of choices from where we are…” Marni began to say when a voice stopped her cold, the sound and, familiarity?, draining the color from her face.

“Marni?…Marni, is that really you?

Turning towards the voice, my mouth stopped chewing, so stunned was I by the gorgeous woman walking towards our booth.

She was about my age I quickly judged, late twenty-something, and of mixed-race parentage, Afro-American for sure, with a ‘hint’ of Asian or Polynesian in her genes, but with crystal-blue eyes that seem to laser through you.

“Hi Beth,” Marni replied with a quick glance towards me and with a tired smile on her face, “Yep. Really me.”

“But, how? I mean, I thought you moved?” Ms. Drop-Your-Drawers Gorgeous was saying, her eyes darting quickly to me, a quick smile acknowledging me.

“I did,” Marni began, then stopping, shaking her head with a wry, embarrassed grin,” Shit, I’m sorry…Beth, this is Jules, my downstairs neighbor and friend…Jules, this is Beth, a friend from my days at DU.”

At the mention of the word ‘friend’ there was something, I’m not sure what, that passed across Beth’s face, her eyes flashing quickly and not in a good way.

“I moved to Portland, wound up living right above Jules, which is how we met,” Marni continued, her fingers nervously tapping on our table, tapping in a way that made me think that this was not a ‘meet-up’ that she particularly cared for.

“Oh, I see,” Beth said, her voice a bit nervous? Embarassed? Something, that was for damn sure, I judged.

“Please to meet you, Jules, is it?” Beth acknowledged holding her hand for me to shake.

“Julie, actually, but most call me Jules,” I replied, taking her hand briefly in greeting.

“How long are y’all here for?” Beth asked quickly, turning to look back at Marni.

“Not long…leaving tomorrow morning, continuing our trip, a little vacation road trip for tbe both of us,” Marni answered, short and to the point.

“Look, I mean, if y’all want to, a bunch of us are going to Charlie’s tonight…why don’t y’all come meet us? You could see a bunch of the old gang, most of ’em will be there,” Beth said, then turning to me, saying, “Charlie’s is a country-western club that we like to go to when we’re in a dancing mood,” obviously, she feeling the need to explain it to me.

“Oh,” I replied, “that sounds like fun,” saying that because quite honestly? I really didn’t know what else to say.

Marni shot me a quick look that was not a look of ‘happy’.

“Thanks, but we’ll pass, we already have other plans, but, thanks,” She replied to Beth.

“Oh, my group is ready to leave, hang on a minute,” Beth said quickly, returning to her table.

“Here, give me a call sometime, we have a lot to catch up on,” Beth said when she dropped a card on the table in front of Marni.

“Sure. Good to see you, have fun tonight,” Marni said in goodbye.

“Yeah…you too,” Beth replied, her eyes darting between Marni and I a couple of times, then turning, she rejoined her lunch-mates as they started leaving.

Picking up the card between her fingers, Marni just stared at it for a short while, tapping it on our table. Looking from the card up to me, she smiled and signaled our waitress for the check, saying, “Ready? Let’s blow this joint.”

On the way out the door, I saw her crumple the card and toss it into the small trash can near the hostess’ station.

Huh!

“Wha…”I started to ask but Marni cut me short.

“I’ll tell you on the drive to Boulder, Jules, okay?”

“Boulder?” I asked as she entered the street in front of the grill.

“U of Colorado main campus, worth a look-see, the Flatirons, you’ll like it,” Marni assured me.

She was silent for the next few minutes as she drove and I didn’t push her for conversation or explanation. I would wait until she was ready to do whatever.

“Okay…the serious relationship I was in? Or thought I was in? That was with Beth,” Marni explained with a quick glance towards me, “She was the one I caught fucking on the couch.”

Oops.

“Bad luck for them that we lost power at the Arts building that night which is why I got home much earlier than usual,” She continued, but pausing, pausing as if remembering.

“Did you know him, the guy she was fucking?” I asked taking advantage of her pause.

“Him? Wasn’t no ‘him’…it was the married chick that lived across the hall from ankara escort our apartment,” Marni snickered, “Yep, walked in and was greeted by the sight of Beth on her knees muff-diving on the neighbor.”

“That must’ve hurt a lot,” I said because I didn’t know what else to say.

“It did…for a long time. One of the reasons I fell into a fast friendship with you? I felt it was ‘safe’, tangle-free, two pretty nice chicks liking the company of each other,” Marni said in reply.

“Me too,” I interjected, “It just felt ‘right’ after we started hanging out a bit.”

“But, you know what, Jules?” Turning to smile at me when saying it, “I’m sorta’ glad we ran into Beth today because what I felt, actually felt today when I saw her? Nothing…not one fucking thing. No regret, no sadness, no…no anything.”

She stayed silent after that. So did I, respecting her, giving her this bit of privacy as she mulled all of it around in her head.

“See those rocks? No, over here, my side…those are the Flatirons,” Marni said, interrupting the silence, “pretty cool, huh?”

They were, they were very cool, and worth the drive to see, I thought. As was the campus of CU, old-school style, was my impression of the campus, and that was very cool, I thought as well.

“I’m going to take you for a short ride up Boulder Canyon and then we ought to think about heading back to the hotel. It’s almost four and with showers and shit, then dinner, the timing should be just about right for a little club hopping,” Marni decided.

“Charlie’s?” I asked because, well, because I didn’t know.

“Oh, fuck no! Not a chance…” Marni laughingly said, “No…tonight, Ms. Jules? Well, tonight we’re hitting the town, just you and me, my little chickadee,” then looking as if she had an afterthought, added, “Did you bring that red cocktail dress with you?”

“Yeah, I did, why?”

“Wear that tonight, babydoll, wear that and watch the temperature rise in this town,” smiling at me after she said it.

It was true.

If I owned one piece of clothing that did all the right things for my body, it was that li’l ol’ red cocktail dress. Especially if I went braless. And tonight? I quickly decided, I would go braless.

“So, clean up, dress up, have a good, but light, meal, then we’ll hit a few clubs,” Marni announced as she made a turn around in some bar’s parking lot for the return trip down the canyon, “sound good to you?”

I remembered.

I remembered what she said just before she dropped off to sleep last night, remembered it all.

“What?” Marni asked when she saw my face reflecting what was obviously some serious mind-shit going on in my head.

“That’s what you said last night…just before you fell asleep, when you described what the plans were for tonight,” I said.

“And?” She questioned.

“Last night, you also said something else.”

“What else?” chuckling a little nervously after asking, like she was wondering ‘what the fuck else did I say?’, that kind of nervousness.

“You don’t remember?” I asked.

“No, swear to God, I don’t,” She answered.

“Think about it a bit, it’ll come back to you,” I teased.

I’ll say one thing about the drive back to our hotel. It was quiet and you could almost see the smoke rising from Marni’s head as she desparately searched every nook and cranny of her brain for what else she might have said.

Kinda’ funny, actually…

We were both in the last stages of getting ready for our night out on the town and I was in the bathroom, finishing my makeup, and saving getting into the dress for last. Marni had already finished her makeup and was dressing and such, both of us making chit-chat through the opened door.

“So?” I heard her say as I put on my gloss.

“So? So what?” I replied, smacking my lips together afterwards.

“So, you haven’t asked the obvious,” was her cryptic reply.

The ‘obvious’?

“Give me a hint, Marni, my ESP is not up and running.”

Hell, I had no idea.

“The ‘Question’, the ‘Big Question’,about me, about me and Beth,” she said, “You know, are you a lesbian?” her voice mocking a shocked tone.

Huh.

Never really thought about asking that I realized and I replied as much. Poking her head into the bathroom, she remarked, “Really?”

“Really…didn’t think about it, I guess,” I said to her image in the mirror.

“And now? Aren’t you curious now?” she asked further, her voice trailing off as she returned to getting ready in the other part of our suite, “I mean, you know, after the last couple of nights and all.”

Huh.

She had me there…I had to think about that for a minute or two. Finally, I stuck my head out of the door and said, “Quite honestly, I’m not sure I care one way or another about what you are or are not. What I do care about, however, is our friendship, above all else. I’ve enjoyed the past couple of nights, don’t get me wrong, but if playing around puts our friendship in danger, I’m not willing to risk that.”

“Good to know,” She etimesgut escort bayan remarked, “But, for the record? I’ve been with both men and women in bed but dislike ‘labels’…so while most others would call me ‘Bi’, my own personal view is that I respond, sexually, to the person, not the gender, if that makes sense.”

“It sorta’ does,” I replied, “But, like I said, as much fun as we’ve had, I don’t want to risk our friendship for the sake of an orgasm.”

“No danger of that, Jules, no danger of that at all, baby,” her reply bringing a small smile to my face.

Okay, the downside of being five-ten is that wearing the 4″ ‘fuck-me’ heels that this cocktail dress deserved would have me towering over most others. Luckily, I had managed to find a killer set of 2″ heels that still said ‘fuck-me’. Slipping them on as the last touch, I did a quick turnaround in the mirror and decided that I looked good!

I’m not kidding, I actually heard her intake of breath when I stepped out of the bathroom and asked, “Well, I hope this works for you because its as good as its going to get,” then doing a little turn for her.

“Sweet Jesus, Jules…you are smoking!” She exclaimed, “I mean HOT with a capital H-O-T,” wolf-whistling at me afterwards.

“Thanks.”

“You look fabulous yourself, Marni,” I said further. She did. Her cocktail dress was a light greenish hue, hugging her ass most favorably, her low-cut bodice providing a nice showcase for her boobs.

“Cab?” Marni asked as we rode the elevator to the lobby.

“Probably the smart thing to do,” I agreed.

“Jules?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for being my friend, I mean it.”

“Back at’cha, Marni, back at’cha.”

I meant it, too…

Safe to say, our choices of outfits turned a lot of heads, drawing admiring glances from both men and women including, but not limited to, flat-out leering, lustful stares.

And that was just walking across the lobby.

The bellman damned near tripped over the step-down curb of the hotel’s portico when signaling for a cab from the queque waiting on the street, his head looking like bobble-head doll as he kept turning to sneak leers at us without seeming to do so.

Giving the driver the name of the restaurant we were going to, Marni settled back into the rear, next to me.

“Your ‘girls’ look positively scrumptious in that outfit,” Marni said with an appreciative glance to my cleavage, her voice low so’s that the driver wouldn’t hear the remark. Didn’t really matter because his eyes spent as much time sneaking glances at the two of us in his rear-view mirror as they did looking at the road.

Maybe even more so.

“Glad you like,” I said in acceptance of the compliment, “yours aren’t exactly a pair of shrinking violets, yourself,” returning the admiration with an smiling nod towards her own pair of knockers.

“Look out, Denver,” She said out of the blue, “the Girls are back in town,” her emphasis on the word ‘Girls’ obviously a comment about our ta-tas, and bringing a chuckle to us both.

When the cabbie dropped us at the restaurant, he asked if we were going to need a ride back to the hotel after dinner. When we told him of our plan to go to LoDo for a few drinks, he handed us a card with his cell phone number, saying, “I need to fuel the cab but call me when you’re ready and I’ll be glad to take you two wherever you need to go,” smiling broadly while saying it.

“Thanks,” Marni replied, accepting the card, then chuckling, “You mean almost like our own private driver?”

“Yes Ma’am, that’s exactly what I mean,” smiling away as he said it, “I’ll take care of you properly, make sure that you get around safely.”

Glancing at the card in her hand, she replied, “Well, Eddie, that’s sweet…we will, we’ll call you when we’re ready, okay?” and with a wave of his hand to us, he drove away.

“What the hell, Jules, almost like having our own chariot,” Marni averred as we walked through the door being held open for us by one of the young valet attendants, his young eyes positively bulging as he tried to hide his ogling of us.

Kinda’ cute, actually.

So it went that night, wherever we went, admiring glances, several attempts to engage us in conversations, asking us to dance, the kind of attention that feeds one’s ego. Eddie was indeed the attentive, private driver he had suggested, taking us to a few different clubs and cocktail havens, returning whenver we called him to do so.

Dropping us back at the hotel near midnight, his eyes popped when we tipped him generously, after settling up with him. With a wave and a smile, Eddie drove off into the night.

“Good guy, not creepy at all,” Marni observed as we watched him drive away.

“I agree, it’s sort of a crap shoot when you call a taxi these days,” Marni nodding her head in agreement after I said it…

We did our usual rituals prior to retiring, talking like magpies about our delightful evening on the town, both of us sorta’ pre-packing our bags so that we’d not have that much to do in the morning. Holding up a small doobie between her fingers when those tasks were done, she arched her eyebrows in a silent question to me.

“Yeah, why not?” I answered to her un-asked question, “want to sit out on the patio?”

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I’ve been dating Lexi for a few months now. She is a beautiful woman, medium height, amazing curves, long brunette hair and deep, round brown eyes. Believe me, I know how lucky I am to be with her. She is incredibly fun and easy to talk to, and we’ve already had most of the conversations about our past sexual history and partners. She knows that I’ve been with a few other girls, and had some pretty kinky experiences. She also knows that I’m an ass man, though I’m not sure she knows the full extent of that fetish, how I am constantly thinking about eating ass, and fantasies stemming from that urge. I’ve wanted desperately to perform analingus on Lexi, she has an incredible butt, but I wasn’t sure how it would affect our relationship in general – it’s hard to get as kinky as you’d like with someone you have to look in the eye the next day. And I had no idea if it’s something she would even take pleasure in, after all, not everyone has an easy time getting off with a tongue up their ass…

I had thought quite a bit about this particular issue, the idea of being with someone in a relationship without being able to fully express yourself sexually. It’s hard, even with a fetish as relatively tame as mine, to comfortably address the issue. In several past relationships, I never approached the topic, and guess what? I still had sexually fulfilling relationships, but I always felt we were missing something. So after thinking about what to reveal and not reveal to Lexi, now that we were clearly a couple (though still in the early stages), I decided I needed to tell her. Not only did I need to tell her, but I needed her to understand that even if she was willing to do it, it would only be fun if we were both actually interested in doing it, so we both had to be honest up front. The only thing left was to figure out a way to bring it up in the first place, and see where things went from there.

So, this is as accurate a description I can reproduce of the thought processes and actions that led to giving this incredible woman a rimjob.

The conversation came up on an evening, much like any other evening, when we were discussing what to eat for dinner.

“So what do you have planned for me tonight?” Lexi asked me with a wink.

Shit. I forgot I had told her five days ago I was going to cook her dinner tonight – how does she remember this stuff? “Oh, ha, I was just thinking about grilling something.”

Lexi was doubtful. “Yeah? What did you pick up?”

“Umm, well, I thought you had something in your freezer so I didn’t buy anything…”

“I knew it, you totally forgot. Damn, Jack, what’s a girl gotta do to get something to eat around here?”

“Fine, you’re right, I owe you a dinner. Sorry. I’ll scrap something together here, or we can just order out.”

“Nevermind. I’ve got something ready anyway, since I knew you’d forget.”

“I said I’m sorry! I’ll make it up, I promise.”

I had made up my mind to try to talk about rimming tonight, but it was already not looking great for me. Nevertheless, I made a lame attempt, and I was surprised to find that it made me strangely nervous and excited, “Tell you what, I’ll kiss your ass for the rest of the night if you forgive me.”

“I already said forget it, I have something ready. No ass kissing necessary.” Lexi smiled warmly at me and started pulling things from the fridge.

Ugh, I know it was a bad attempt, but I was hoping for a little sexually charged banter to ease us both into this conversation. I waited for another opening.

“Is there something I can do to help, at least?”

“You can start shredding the lettuce. We’ll get a salad going…” She grabbed a bowl from the cabinet.

There it was – like a cheeseball I went for it. “Awesome! I love tossing salad!” I said with a laugh.

“Okay.”

“No, seriously, I love tossing salad…”

“Yeah, I heard you the first time.”

Maybe I misjudged and now was not the right time to bring this up, she wasn’t quite on the same wavelength. “Just saying. Something I like to do, and I haven’t since we started dating.” There. That’s as far as I would take this conversation if she didn’t catch on.

Lexi furrowed her brow. “Okay, now I’m sure you’re trying to tell me something.”

Progress. “Maybe.”

Lexi paused, studying my face. Comprehension dawned in her eyes. “Oh… Woah. So you want to talk about this now?”

I was excited, but apprehensive. “Yeah.”

She put down the bowl. “I don’t know. I’ve never done that before. Have you done it?”

Yes, she understood! And she was being cool about it! Now we could talk. “Uhhh, yeah, I have. Only in the giving sense – I’ve never received.”

Lexi’s eyes got wide. “Well don’t look at me for that! I’m not going to do that to you.”

I laughed and cut her off before she continued. “No, no, no. I’m not interested in receiving, only giving. Don’t know why, but that’s how I’m wired. You know how much I like giving…”

Lexi’s face was already flush sincan escort in slight embarrassment, but it turned bright red at our conversation now. “Yeah, I guess you always do pay a lot of attention to my needs… but I still don’t know, Jack. How many girls have you done this to?”

“I don’t know, a few I guess.”

She looked at me, incredulous. “You don’t know how many women you’ve licked in the ass? Seriously?”

Now I was feeling defensive from her blunt talk. Alright, I hope she doesn’t think I’m a total sleaze. “OK, let’s just say over ten, but less than 20.”

She shook her head at me. “Wow. Just wow.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to be honest here. It’s not like I’ve actually slept with a ton of more women than that. Most of the women I’ve slept with, I’ve also happened to, I don’t know, lick. Down there.”

Lexi stared at me, lost in thought. “What about that girl we ran into at the bar last night? She seemed pretty happy to see you.”

This could get ugly, but I might as well stay the course. “Chloe? Yeah, I saw her a few times, and we stayed in touch…”

“Fuck friends?”

“Listen, you’ve got to believe me, I haven’t seen her at all since we’ve been together. In fact, the last time she called I told her I was seeing you and really liked how it was going, so I couldn’t see her any more. I haven’t talked to her since then, I swear.”

“And you used to, what, eat her ass or something?”

I sighed. This was not going well. “OK, yeah, I used to do that to her. But that doesn’t have anything to do with us! Like I said, I haven’t seen her for months.”

Lexi looked at me for a moment, then looked down. “Did she like it?”

Now I was slightly taken aback. “What? Uhhh, yeah, she liked it. She actually loved it.”

Lexi’s eyes locked back on mine. She just stared at me for a few seconds, her mind clearly running at a mile-a-minute. “Fuck. This is so weird. Do you really want to do that to me?”

“Lexi, I really want to do that to you.”

Lexi smiled shyly. “I can’t believe this. I knew you were an ass man, but I had no idea.”

“Sorry to alarm you.” I smiled. “Seriously, we won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. And what about you? It only seems fair that if we do this, then you get to try something you’ve wanted to do, too.”

Her smile widened to a full grin. “Really, now? Okay, you’re on.” She reached out to shake my hand, to seal the deal.

She wanted to make this agreement so quickly that it made me a little nervous. I reached out for the handshake. “So what did you have in mind?”

Lexi laughed. “I actually don’t have anything yet, but I’ll think of something.” She winked at me as we shook hands in mock solemnity. Alright, here we go I guess!

We had a nice, if a bit awkward, dinner that night (complete with a tossed salad!) filled with innuendo. Everything we said sounded dirty, and we eventually couldn’t stop laughing at how silly it was. I think we were both pretty nervous, and didn’t really know how to move onto the next phase of our evening. Finally, Lexi spoke up. “So, why don’t we go clean up and get ready.” She raised her eyebrows, “Or have you changed your mind?”

“Oh no. I haven’t changed my mind – I’m ready when you are.”

“Okay, why don’t you clean up the kitchen while I get started.” She got up from the table and moved towards the bathroom down the hall. She stopped halfway out of the kitchen, looked over her shoulder at me, then dropped her jeans and panties in one quick motion! Her gorgeous ass, so round and perky, fully exposed. “I’ll get dessert ready…” she deadpanned as she stepped out of her clothes. I couldn’t tell if she was joking, or being genuinely dead-sexy, but either way, I couldn’t even get out a bark of laughter – I just stared, swallowed, and felt the blood flow from my head to below my waist. She laughed, letting me off the hook, then walked the rest of the way down the hall to the bathroom. I remained standing still, frozen with excitement, until I heard the water for the shower come on. I cleaned up the kitchen like a mad man, then went to the bedroom, stripped to my boxers, and waited in excruciating anticipation. Finally, I’d get to give this beautiful woman a rimjob!

She came into the bedroom in a sexy purple thong… and nothing else. My jaw must have been on the floor, because she saw my face and started laughing. “What, there’s nothing here you haven’t already seen.”

“It’s just… damn, you look so beautiful.”

Suddenly, she looked very shy. “Why am I so nervous? It’s not like we haven’t been together before!”

“I know. It seems different, doesn’t it?” I patted the bed beside me, “Come over here and we’ll get comfortable.” Lexi regained her earlier confidence and took a few long strides before standing before me. She took my face in her hands, then straddled me while giving me a long, deep kiss that took my breath away.

We kissed passionately for a few minutes before she pulled back. “So,” she ankara escort smiled while staring into my eyes, “should we do this? Now that you’ve got me curious…”

I nodded. “Yeah, you just get comfortable, however you want to.” Lexi held my gaze as she slowly climbed off of me and moved to my side, on her hands and knees like a cat, then slowly sliding her body down to lay on her stomach. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I wasn’t expecting that – she looked so unbelievably sexy lying there on the bed, looking at me over her shoulder.

“What are you waiting for?” she whispered.

Looking down at her, laying on her stomach with the purple thong splitting, then disappearing, between her ass cheeks, I could barely contain the urge to immediately smother my face in her incredible butt. So beautiful! Forcing a calm to my movements that I didn’t actually feel, I crawled onto the bed and slowly kissed and licked my way up both of her legs. As I got to her upper thigh, she spread her legs ever-so-slightly, and I ran my hand gently up to her crotch and rubbed her pussy and clit with my thumb, while I started kissing and lightly licking the bottom of her ass cheeks. To ease us both into this, I began with the familiar. As she spread her legs wider in response to the sensations, I moved my head between her legs, pulled her panties to the side, and gave her pretty pink pussy a nice long lick. Lexi moaned and started moving her hips. I actually went down on Lexi quite a bit in our relationship, and I knew she was very into receiving oral, so I figured we should start here, then move onto more adventurous territory for her. I continued to lick and suck her sweet pussy and clit as she arched her back and raised her hips to give me easier access to her hot box. From the beginning, she was already more wet than usual, so I took that as a good sign that she was actually looking forward to what we had talked about. I kept eating her pussy for a minute or two before moving up, very subtly with each lick, until I was at her gorgeous puckered asshole. Lexi was breathing very heavily at this point, both in excitement and anticipation.

I stared at her ass and butthole, still covered by the thread of her purple thong, then pulled the thong to the side. Wow. I had looked at it before, but now with only one thing on both of our minds, I was overwhelmed by what I saw. Her beautiful pink asshole was truly a sight to behold – so smooth and clean. Her sexy, creamy white ass was moving slightly up and down with her anxious breaths. She was waiting, eager. After a few seconds, until I didn’t think either one of us could wait any longer, I inserted my tongue into her pussy, and drew a long, slow lick from her pussy, all the way up, slowly over her anus, then continuing up to the top of her ass crack. Lexi sighed audibly. I quickly moved back down, this time beginning at just below her anus, then all the way back up her ass. Her body quivered very gently, with her fresh, sweet asshole tensing just a bit. Over and over I ran my tongue up her ass crack, and felt Lexi’s muscles, particularly her butt cheeks, relax as she grew accustomed to the feeling. After several delicious licks (her ass tasted and smelled so fresh and clean), I kissed the insides of her ass cheeks and blew cool air up and down her crack. I looked back down and could see her pussy glistening from my earlier attentions, and from this new excitement. Lexi was gyrating her hips ever so slightly – she was totally into this! Taking that as the final go-ahead, I plunged back into her ass, now with more intensity. I flicked my tongue quickly against her hole, then gave short, firm licks directly to her anus and circling around her rim. Lexi was panting.

“Oh God, this is good!” She breathed out.

“You are so sexy…” That was all I could get out before returning to her ass. As I do whenever I get the chance to rim a girl out, I felt lightheaded and a little out of my mind. Again, I couldn’t believe this beautiful woman was letting me pleasure her like this, but once we started, I was determined to satisfy her. Her asshole was a little tight, so I started pressing my tongue hard against the middle. As I increased my pressure, I was able to pretty easily insert the tip of my tongue into her anus, savoring the warmth of her butthole surrounding my tongue, swallowing my tongue. Now that I was able to gain some penetration, I started pressing in and out, in and out, in and out, feeling her anus relax a little bit with each thrust, my tongue sliding in and out of her asshole like a hot knife through butter – incredibly sexy! The only thing that was even more gratifying than the feeling of her asshole pinching around my tongue was the sound of her simple moan of pleasure.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh, ohhhooho fuuuuuck!” Lexi stammerred into the pillow.

Hearing her enjoying this so much made me get into it even more. I’m always happiest when making my partner excited and aroused, and never more so than when I’m doing it etimegut escort from eating her ass. I slowly slid my tongue in and out of her butt, getting even more turned on by the gentle wet sound of my tongue withdrawing from, then reinserting into her anus, with some slight flicks of the tongue on the outside of her rim added to the mix. This was heaven to me, and by how she was reacting, I was pretty sure she was loving it, too.

I confirmed that thought when, after only five minutes or so of rimming, I lifted my head long enough to ask, “So what do you think so far?”

Lexi lifted her head from the pillow to respond, “Oh. My. Fuck. Wow, it’s way more intense than I thought it would be…”

“Does that mean you like it?”

“Oh fuck yeah. It feels so good.”

“So do you want me to keep doing this?”

“Yes. Please. Thank you.” And with that, she looked back at me. To my pleasant surprise, I felt her hand glide to the back of my head, gently grab a fistful of my hair, and slowly push my face back to her ass. So fucking hot! Not that I needed the encouragement, but I got back to business, using both of my free hands to spread her creamy ass cheeks wide, offering another amazing view of her beautiful, now glistening and slightly gaping, asshole. Fucking A, I could do this all day. Which is what I told her.

“I could do this for a looooong time…”

She giggled, and wiggled her hips, and I took that to mean “Get back to it!” So I did. I ran my tongue all around the nearly perfect circle of her dark, open butthole, and pressed deeper with each swirl. Unfortunately, my tongue is not as long as I wish it was, so after only a few swirls around her anus, it was already fully extended – I was not going to get any deeper into her asshole. I decided I might be able to go a little deeper if we tried a different position.

“Roll over onto your back.”

“Ooooh. I like it when you tell me what to do.”

I smiled, then slid off of the bed so I was on my knees on the floor, then helped Lexi swing her leg around so she was on her back. Reaching up, I pulled her thong down her legs and threw them onto the floor before I put her legs over my shoulders, grabbed her hips then pulled her down the bed so her legs were dangling over my shoulders at the edge of the bed, and her pussy was right in my face. I gave her clit a few nice long licks and sucked hard on it before placing my hands under her thighs and rolling her legs back towards her head so her asshole was exposed and right at my mouth level. I looked up her body and saw her staring down at me between her tits and legs before closing her eyes and laying back on the bed. She knew what was coming. I centered my attention back on her starfruit, and slid my tongue back around the rim of her anus before plunging back into the dark recesses of her sexy, hot butthole.

Lexi squealed and arched her back as she gasped into the air. She reached around her calves and pulled her legs back further, so her pelvis was now suspended in midair, while I helped prop her up with my hands while I continued to explore her anus with my tongue. As I played with her ass, time began to blur. I was attentive to all of her moans and movements, treating each one like a separate request: a kiss here, a lick there, a nibble, a suck. And her less subtle requests, like whispering “deeper…” or “harder.” I did everything she asked and more, but found that Lexi was fast becoming insatiable. Her requests started coming through gritted teeth as she got more and more into my oral attentions to her ass. After ten more minutes of play, she found another groove, and worked my mouth hard against her asshole as she worked herself up to a shuddering orgasm.

“Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes. Fuck. Yes. FUCK. YES. OHHHOOO FUUUUUUCK!” With her pussy right in my face as her asshole pinched my tongue while she came, I could see her pussy visibly enlarged with blood flow and pink and glistening with more new moisture. I was so turned on, I could barely think straight.

“Oh my God, Jack, that was so cool. Fuck.” She ran her hand over her face and rested it on her forehead as she stared at the ceiling.

I remained between her legs, kissing the insides of her thighs. “I’m glad you liked it. You are so fucking hot…” I continued kissing around Lexi’s crotch and stomach.

Suddenly, she got on her elbows and looked down at me, “Hey, if you aren’t done yet, I’m not done either.”

I looked up from her stomach. “Oh, I could do this all day…”

She smiled, her post-orgasm glow making her smile radiate even more, “I might hold you to that. But, I think you said something about letting me do what I want.”

Fair is fair. “That’s right, I forgot about that,” I leaned back to my kneeling position at the foot of the bed, “What did you have in mind?”

Lexi looked up at the ceiling and gave another satisfied smile, “You know, now I think I want to do that again, but I feel bad that you don’t get to go…”

Yes! She liked having me eat her ass! That’s all I needed to hear to be happy. “Believe me, I had plenty of fun doing that.”

“I know, but why don’t I get you off while you do that to me. That sounds like fun, doesn’t it?”

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The music rushed over me; string melodies tugging at my heart offset by a sensual Latin beat that pounded in my blood. It flooded my soul and held me captive in it’s power. Images of raw carnality flashed through my mind. If I closed my eyes, I could see myself on horseback, racing through the dark of night in a time of decadence long past, to the manor on the hill. A candle would be lit in the corner room at the end of the second floor. H-

“Excuse me,” whispered the rough male voice.

I turned my head to glance over my shoulder at the man that had interrupted my musings, fanciful as they were. His eyes were alight with deviltry and the smile that played about his mouth was nothing less than wicked. It seemed that I had been caught; my thoughts somehow detected even in the cloaked darkness of the concert hall. I raised my eyebrows in question.

“Are you alright?”

I tried to play the innocent. I tried to pretend that I didn’t know what he was talking about. I failed.

He chuckled low in his throat, a sound that sent another rush of heat through me, this time though having nothing to do with the music.

“You’re blushing. Even with only stage lights to assist me, I can see that. You’re restless. And have been for the last two pieces. Your breathing has changed slightly. Are you certain that you’re alright?”

His voice whispered in my ear, loud enough to be heard over the music, but not by anyone other than me. It was an understated voice, kind and pleasant, but there was a hint of fire, an only slightly veiled boldness and authority. In my mind, I could hear that voice speaking with blushing crudity when in heat.

I nodded my head in response and turned my eyes back to the stage. The four young women that dominated the building played with passion and with love crystal clear. The music spoke to them on levels that could only be communicated escort sincan through their instruments. Mere words would never fully convey the meaning. Their bodies writhed to and fro, trembling in bliss. Long slender limbs clothed in elegance, danced seductively, taunting and teasing, daring the captive audience into fantasy.

Warm breath stirred the fine hairs at the nape of my neck and strong, sure fingers found the clips in my hair with ease, tugging them loose. I was so deeply lost in the music that I could form no protest to the advances of the man behind me. The spell that surrounded me was thick and so heavy laden with sensuality that my body and mind ceased to register the full concert hall, transporting me instead to a massive four poster bed and a sexy stranger with a voice that set my soul on fire.

The heat of his hand massaging my scalp flowed through my body, melting me. There was tenderness in his touch. There was coaxing in his persistent attention. I closed my eyes and let myself fall deeper into my own imaginings, my own desires. Deeper into him. My ears heard and registered the raw sexuality of the music and my soul transferred it into arousal, keen and sharp. His lips whispered against my shoulder, the side of my neck. His voice breathed itself into my ear.

“Come with me.”

He didn’t give me time to think about it, just tugged lightly on my hair and urged me up out of my seat. Making my way to the aisle, I followed him, not daring to think of what I was doing, only letting myself get lost in the moment, feeling every sensation, every prickle of heat that flowed over my sensitized skin.

He slowed to a near stop, but only long enough to reach back for my hand, twining his fingers through my own. At the back of the theatre, there were a series of curtained alcoves, lit inside by candlelight sconces. He stopped beside one of these ankara escort and pulled the curtain, ushering me inside.

There was only a moment to glimpse his face before his mouth covered mine, drawing forth such pleasure that my eyes closed in blinding lust. His tongue flicked out to lick the seam of my lips before slipping inside as if a phantom. His arms stole around me and pulled me flush against his body. He was taller than I, broad and solid against my soft roundness. His tongue danced inside my mouth, sliding against my own, coaxing it between his lips for a gentle but insistent suckling.

His hands bunched up the back of my gown, baring my buttocks to the heat and strength of his palms. He pulled my groin tight against his own. I felt his hardness through the soft and warm fabric of woolen trousers. He rubbed against me, insistent, hungry. I barely heard his murmured wickedness.

His lips lingered, then pulled softly away. He turned me towards the wall, placing my hands against the polished wood, bending me slightly forward. Fingers, deft and knowing found their way between my thighs, sliding through slick, pouty lips. I never once protested. I had waited my whole life for a moment such as this. For a man to want me this much that the where and when ceased to be of consequence. The music that echoed through the hall was that of a sultan’s harem, of slaves performing elaborate dances of sex for guests of their lord and master.

He was inside me before I could ask, before I could beg and plead for him to fill me. His lips whispered against my neck, his tongue danced along leaving a moist heated trail in its wake. One arm held me tight about the waist, pressing my lower body back into his pumping hips. His other arm wrapped across my chest, his palm cupping my breast through the velvet of my gown.

“Fuck me,” he whispered into the hollow of my ear.

I etimesgut escort bayan writhed against him. His hips stopped moving, giving me room and motive to undulate my own, pulling on his cock, sucking his shaft with the heated mouth between my legs. I heard him groan and his teeth bit into the tender skin of my shoulder.

With eyes closed and my soul lost in the music, my body sought it’s release, it’s completion.

“Please.” The whimper resounded in the small alcove as the tears of stolen moments streaked down my cheeks.

“Legs closer together. Hold me tighter inside. Yes, that’s it. Tighter, love.”

His arms crushed me against his hardness. His knees and thighs slid against the back of my own as he thrust up inside of me. Bending me closer to the wall, his hips angled forward. He was deeper, touching me everywhere. He danced with me to the music that filled the theatre. Our bodies melting into one another. The crescendo was almost deafening. My heart picked up speed, beating in time with the tempo on stage. I clawed at the wood. I bit my lip and tossed my head back. I felt him empty inside of me, the pressure and pulse of his cock pumping semen into my womb. My own orgasm shivered through me moments later.

Glittering.

Breathtaking.

I hung limply in his arms as he whispered words in a language that I couldn’t understand. His shaft slipped out of me and he pulled back to fasten his trousers. The skirt of my dress, hopelessly crushed, fell across my hips and once again brushed the floor.

The concert was nearly over.

His hand slid up my arm, back down again until his fingers clasped my own, raising it to his lips to kiss over my shoulder. I shivered at his sweet gesture. The enchanting moment would soon be over. I wanted to hold onto it forever.

“I must go, sweet,” he said, stroking my hair.

I nodded my acceptance, unable to speak. His essence slid down my thigh.

“Remember me. We will meet again.”

He was gone before I could turn around, leaving me with an ache for more of him and a smile of hope for fantasies yet to be fulfilled.

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I tell Jessica, “I want you to get on top of me,” and without hesitation she pushes the comforter off my naked body and climbs on top. Already this was a new sensation for her. It wasn’t the first time she had straddled me, but when we fucked like this I would pull her down close so her lips were by my ear. I’d hug her tight, and control her body’s movements with the tension in my arms. This time, with her sitting up, and my hands on her hips, I apply pressure, and she begins to crawl up my body.

“That’s it. Come closer,” I encourage as she shimmies up my stomach. Moving up to my chest, her body falls forward and she catches herself on the headboard. Holding onto it, she uses the leverage to continue crawling upwards. “That’s it. All the way. Give me what I want.”

Soon her knees are by my ears, and the rest of her body is leaning over me. Resting her head on the padded headboard, Jessica looks down at me, her eyes wide, and her lips parted, breathing in through her mouth. “You want it so bad. I can tell.”

“I do. I want this so fucking bad. You have no idea. I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve had my pussy licked.”

“Well prepare to be disappointed.”

Jessica lets out a groan and her face crunches up as her shoulders sink. “But I thought-“

“I have no intention of licking your pussy,” I say and then stare off like I am pondering my intentions. Then, looking back at Jessica, from underneath her legs, up along the lines of her stomach, escort sincan over her breasts and nipples, up into her soft brown eyes, I say, “But I do intend to fuck you with my tongue.”

And with that her mouth opens again and her hips grind against my breath inching closer to me. I reach as far up her back as I can and let my nails glide down along her spine, to her ass, just skimming over her skin. That little added pressure gives her the push she needs to close the gap, and now her warm, dripping went pussy is sliding along my mouth. “That’s it, baby. I want you to just rub yourself against my fat tongue.”

So, I stick out my tongue and Jessica presses her clit against it, slowly grinding back and forth. Her soft thighs, rubbing against my ears. Jessica’s eyes close tight, her brow furrows and then smooths out each time her clit makes a pass. My hands move up and down her back. Sometimes I tickle her skin with my nails, sometimes I use the tips of my fingers to press into her muscles, massaging her and trying to overload her body with every possible sensation.

“Oh my god, that feels so good. I love the way you’re touching me.” And so, I make sure to keep my hands on her, reaching around to the front of her body, squeezing her breasts together, and holding her nipples between my fingers. Jessica grinds her hips harder against me, and when her clit comes to the tip of my tongue, I give it a little flick. Each flick makes her body shudder to ankara escort the point I can feel her getting weaker, wanting to collapse and fall over. But my hands on her breasts and the headboard hold her up as she squirms on my tongue. Any rhythm she had had is gone, and now she is moving all on instincts. I try to take over, moving my hands down to her ass, lifting her up off my face just a little. “Fuck you taste so good. I could seriously let you ride my tongue like this all day.”

I push my face back up into Jessica and she cries out. One of her hands falls down into my hair, and she grabs hold, steadying herself. Left, right, up, down, around in circles, zigzagging and crisscrossing back and forth, my tongue moves in one random direction after another, as if they were all independent movements and not part of a larger plan. Almost every move I make is almost too sensitive, sending Jessica hopping over the line towards cumming and then jumping right back: to go or stay, to fight or let go, hovering in a state of flux. Too much tension building inside of her bubbles over making her legs tremble against my ears. It starts out like the vibrations of an oscillating fan, like from when I was child and spoke into the spinning blade, making my voice change. I could feel it in my throat, in my neck, and in my ears. My head trapped in a vice, Jessica squeezes her legs together. Through clenched teeth, drool coming out of the side of her mouth, her eyes watering, she says, etimesgut escort bayan “God. Fuck. God. Fuck. Fuck.” Pulling my hair harder, I refuse to stop moving my tongue. No matter what pain you bring on me- no matter what pressure you put on my head, I won’t. This is my fucking pussy. And even though the words only come out as a mumble I try to say it out loud. “This is my fucking pussy.”

Somehow Jessica is able to understand, and answers. “It is. It’s your fucking pussy.” Juices gush into my mouth, but I don’t care. I want it all. I grab her ass and press her hard into me so she can’t back away, so she can’t fall off. I know it’s too much. I know she’s too sensitive. So, I stop licking. My tongue comes to a complete halt. I just hold it there, pressed to her clit, not moving or shaking. I just want to feel it. I want to feel all that tension in her body jolting violently one way and then the other. That’s it. Give it all to me. Give me everything you have. Remember that it was me who did this to you. Remember that it is me who has all this power in his tongue. Yeah, I let you sit on my face, but don’t ever think for one second that I wasn’t in control. Don’t think I wasn’t the one keeping you on the edge. I know she already knows this because with her last breaths, she says over and over, “Oh my god. Thank you. Thank you. Oh my God…” Her words trail off into a whisper and then, she finally collapses, rolling off of me. I lift up the comforter, pulling it over both of us as Jessica shimmies her body back down next to me. And now, laying on our sides, face to face, my mouth glowing in her cum, with her eyes closed, Jessica kisses and licks around my lips, consuming every drop she can.

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This is the conclusion to a previously posted submission. For more on these characters, you may want to read “Reunion”. Thanks to everyone who offered advice after part one.

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Mike stirred under the covers. Something smelled appetizing. Mike opened his eyes to a delectable sight: Weslie had her back to him was pouring some wine into a bowl. She was clad in nothing but her silky chocolate skin and her apron. She put the bottle aside and whisked the contents of the bowl. It made her round bottom jiggle. When Weslie finished her mixing, she poured the concoction into a dish. She bent at the waist to place it in the oven. Mike licked his lips, and his cock stirred under the blanket. As if she’d felt his gaze on her, Wes turned around and smiled at him.

“Hey, Honey. I see you’re up,” she said. “Food should be ready in a little while,” she added over her shoulder as she removed a pot from the front burner.

Mike sat up and just stared at Weslie’s busy form. His eyes traveled down the feminine lines of her back, to the sexy curve of her butt. He loved her body, even if every time he told her so, she seemed to find the idea unconceivable. He was prepared to spend a lifetime showing her just how beautiful she truly was.

He suddenly felt the need to touch her smooth, tempting skin. He walked over and reached around her waist, pulling her close to him. Wes leaned back and rested her head on his shoulder, exposing her enticing neck to him; he placed a soft kiss there. He slipped a hand under her apron and caressed her belly. He felt her withdraw slightly; he knew she did not like her stomach. He continued rubbing the soft flesh, nibbling her sensitive neck at the same time, grinding his growing erection against her luscious ass. Wes soon relaxed, yielding to the pleasure.

Mike pulled the ribbon holding Wes’s apron. He turned her around so that she was facing him and got the apron off of her. They kissed. He loved the way she ran her hands through his hair, as if she wanted to pull him in even closer. As if she just couldn’t get enough of him. She insisted on him keeping it long enough to grab. He planted a kiss on her cheek, then one on her chin, and another on her graceful collarbone. He licked his way down between her breasts, to the small bump of her belly. He couldn’t resist slipping his tongue in her bellybutton.

He knelt before her and buried his nose between her legs. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, immersing himself in the sweet, musky scent that always made his mouth water. Wes shifted and whimpered in anticipation. Mike spread her thighs and scattered reverent, feather-light kisses on the tender skin framing her slit. He held her dark, swollen lips apart with his thumbs and forefingers, and took his time licking Wes from the edge of her puckered hole to just below her clit. Mike relished the taste of his lover’s juices; he moaned into her sex.

Wes whimpered. Her knees buckled, and she reached back, placing her hands on the counter to support herself. Mike held on to her hips as he circled her clit with the tip of his tongue. He paused for a moment and looked up at her. He smiled at her cry of disappointment, before diving back in and thrusting his tongue inside her moist heat. He rubbed her clit with his thumb, fast. Weslie grabbed at his hair, pressing his face harder against her core. Mike strained to get sincan escort his tongue as far as he could inside her, until he was rewarded for his effort. Wes came with a loud cry, quenching his thirst for her juices. She collapsed to the floor. Mike was there, waiting to catch her in his arms. Their lips met once more, and Wes smiled as she tasted her own flavor in their kiss.

Mike watched Wes as she walked toward the bathroom. He was mesmerized by the seductive sway of her hips. Sometimes he had a hard time believing she loved him. He felt lucky to be with her, and not because she told him he was, as some of his exes had. Mike had had plenty of girlfriends in the past. However, the relationships had been short term, due his inexplicable attraction to girls who took as much pleasure in hurting themselves as they did in hurting him.

He had planned to wait until marriage before making love to any woman. There were diseases out there, and the thought of fathering a child with a woman he merely liked was frightening. Of course, it hadn’t been easy, and over the years there had been a few close calls.

Mike had thought long and hard before telling Wes he was a virgin. He knew she hadn’t been one herself since sometime during her high school years. That was a good decade of experience she had on him. Would she think he was strange? Would she be shocked? Would she then rule him out as anything more than a friend?

Eventually, Mike had decided to mention it in one of his messages to Wes. He’d waited for her reply, checking his messages every hour. It took a day or two for Wes to reply; apparently she had needed to give it some thought. Eventually, Mike found a new message in his inbox. Weslie had written that she was surprised. However, to Mike’s relief, she had added that she could understand his reasons. She was willing to wait for him to be ready. After all, she often wished she had waited longer before losing her virginity.

It turned out not to matter in the end. When they first met in the flesh, during her first visit to see him, he had found her incredibly seductive. By the time she’d allowed him a glimpse at her naked skin, he had wanted to spend hours exploring it. He had kissed the tempting mounds that were her heavy breasts, and rubbed his face against the comfortable skin of her belly. When she had parted her thighs, inviting him to have a taste, he had discovered an addiction to her sweet nectar. He’d heard other guys complain about the taste of women before, but he could not fathom how anyone could taste the intoxicating treat and not want more. After he had made her come, he had looked up to see her face and realized that he wanted to see her like this always. It was then that he had decided he had waited long enough. He certainly had no regrets.

The strident ring of the oven timer jarred Mike back to the present. He reached for the knob and turned it off. Wes emerged from the bathroom, wearing a robe and holding another in her hands. She handed it to him.

“It’s getting to be a bit chilly this evening,” she said. She looked at the oven. “Oh, thanks for turning that off.”

Wes opened the oven and took out the fragrant dish. Mike sat at the table and observed her as she spooned rice from the pot onto plates and then scooped chicken and vegetables on top.

“It’s Coq au Vin,” she offered with a smile as she set a ankara escort plate down in front of him. She poured him a glass of the Merlot that was still on the counter before serving herself. Wes sat across from him and looked on, waiting for him to take his first bite.

“Delicious,” Mike said as he tasted the savory meat. It was cooked just right, falling right off the bone without the need for a knife. The spices, mushrooms, and pearl onions complemented the heady flavor of the wine to perfection, creating a succulent background for the chicken.

After the meal, Mike helped Wes clear the table and wash the dishes. Once they finished, they sat on bed, chatting about what they would do first once his boxes arrived. She’d already made room for his clothes and cleared space for his desk next to hers. Wes snuggled close and nestled her head against Mike’s chest as they spoke. She looked up at him.

“Um, Honey?”

“What is it?” he replied.

“Nothing. Never mind”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. No. Well… you think it’s always going to be like this between us? Now that we’ll be living together?”

Mike paused to consider her question.

“Maybe not like this,” he answered, “but it’ll be good enough for me. As long as we’re together.”

Wes seemed relieved. This sudden uncertainty was so unusual. Mike saw her as the more self-assured of the two. He caressed her short hair, trying to be comforting.

“Don’t worry,” he said, “we love each other. Everything else is just details.”

Wes straddled him and kissed him. She hugged him tight. Mike could feel her breasts under the robe.

“Thank you,” she said as he got off the bead and started toward the fridge. She took out a small tray of chocolate covered strawberries. Mike smiled; he was well aware of her weakness for chocolate. He liked to tease her about the orgiastic tone her voice would take on whenever she spoke of the cocoa confection.

Wes beckoned, “Time for dessert.”

She picked up one of the plump fruits and licked its chocolate covered tip. She kept her eyes fixed on Mike. The pleasure was evident in those brown eyes, and Mike wanted to be a part of it. Besides, watching her lick the juicy red berry brought arousing associations to mind. He covered the short distance across the room in a few steps and reached Wes just as she was slipping the strawberry between her lips.

“Hey, how about sharing?” he joked before kissing her. He tasted the bittersweet flavor of the chocolate as the juice of the crushed fruit dribbled down their chins. He licked it off of her face.

“It tickles,” she giggled.

Mike reached for one of the sweet treats on the tray and offered it to Wes. She bit off half of it, and Mike traced the curve of her neck with what remained of the fruit. He licked the juicy trail before treating her dark nipples to the same attention. Wes gasped. She took the piece of fruit from his hand and popped it into her mouth. She still looked hungry.

She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his as she kissed him. Mike loved it when she got so forceful, so voracious; it made him feel wanted. Wes licked her way around his nipples and down his belly, making him shiver in anticipation. When she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, just as she had done with the first strawberry, he groaned. Wes just held him in her hot etimegut escort mouth and smiled up at him. He felt himself twitch against her tongue. She pulled his thighs toward herself and stayed still, letting him know without words to set his own rhythm. Mike hesitated; he did no want to cause her any discomfort.

Yet she was still there, motionless, waiting for his pleasure. He caved and slid forward into her mouth until he felt her nose against his pelvis. She held on to the back of his thighs for stability and let out a little appreciative sound. She didn’t seem uncomfortable. Now less worried, Mike increased the rhythm of his thrusts, enjoying the wet warmth of her mouth along his length. Each time he withdrew, she would moan as she sucked on the head, creating delicious vibrations that seemed to go straight to his balls. At this rate, he wouldn’t he able to last very long. He pulled out of her mouth.

He helped Wes up and led her back to the bed. She lay down with parted thighs. Mike knelt between them. He teased her clit, tapping it with the head of his cock. She looked up at him with pleading eyes. He liked to watch her squirm, though Wes knew he always ended up giving in. Mike rubbed his cock up and down the length of her slit, coating himself in her slickness. He slid into her, inch by inch, until he was engulfed in warmth from root to tip.

“Mm…” was all Wes could say.

Mike pushed into her in long slow strokes, savoring the velvety feel of Wes’s body. He watched her soft breasts jiggle with each thrust and smiled. He leaned forward to caress her face, taking in her sweet smile. She could look so fierce sometimes, but at times like these, he rather enjoyed the dreamy, angelic expression that took over her features.

Wes reached up for him, pulling him in for a kiss. Mike tried to hold up his weight; despite his slender build, he was always afraid of crushing her. Wes pulled harder, until their skin touched from head to toe. She wrapped her legs fast around his waist, and twisted until she was on top of him. It seemed she was not trying to take control though. She shifted until she was on all fours, facing away from him. She wiggled her ass at him. Then she looked back over her shoulder and winked before resting her face on the bed, thrusting her ass even higher. He found it silly and seductive all at once. He found it irresistible.

Mike licked his lips as he approached her. He took hold of the fleshy expanse of her cheeks and plunged into her. She cried out and pushed back to meet his thrusts. They were both too hot to take things slow now. They bucked against each other, their bodies hot and straining. Wes gripped the sheets. Mike reveled in the sound of her panting. He reached under her and felt around for her clit. He rolled it between his thumb and his index finger, making her writhe under him. He pulled her up by the waist, so that he could bury his face in her neck. Mike tasted the salty sweat there. He increased the tempo of his thrusts, until she screamed. He felt her pulse around his cock, and he came, holding her as close as he could.

They lay in bed, spooning. Mike loved the warm sensation of her of her ass against his softening cock. He reached over her protectively and rested his right hand on her left breast. She nestled even closer against him.

“Honey?”

“Hm?”

“I’m not scared anymore.”

“‘Bout what, Wes?”

“Us living together. We’re ready.”

“I know,” Mike said, holding her tighter as they drifted into sleep.

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Day 2 — Saturday

Los Angeles, California 2012 — But not our universe

Ray Williams had gone to bed depressed and angry, but he awoke with a new sense of purpose.

Sure, his incredibly hot blonde wife had been gang banged by the very bullies that had tormented him in high school, culminated by the man he hated the most in all the world fucking her up the ass, but now he had a plan. His wife had only been being polite, but Ray Williams was going to get revenge.

Nick Cooper, school bully, quarterback, and captain of the football team had married the hottest girl in their high school — the captain of the cheerleading team Christine Taylor. Every boy in school had lusted after the gorgeous blonde cheerleader, but only a few had been able to catch her alone to ask her for sex.

Even Ray had tried to catch Christine Taylor unaccompanied multiple times following his eighteenth birthday, but Nick had almost always been at her side. One time, Ray had gotten close. He’d spotted Christine coming out of the girls locker room by herself and quickly descended on her. Unfortunately, Mr Jackson, the school janitor had reached her first, and before Ray could make his request, she’d been on her knees sucking the old black man’s large prick.

Christine was the key to Ray’s revenge, and the fact he’d lusted after her at high school would make his revenge even sweeter.

Nick Cooper may have fucked his wife, but Ray would fuck Nick’s wife. Then they would be even.

“Do you remember where you went with Nick yesterday?” asked Ray as he got out of bed and started getting dressed.

“Sure,” replied his wife sleepily as she rolled over onto her back. She was naked and her ample breasts jiggled slightly on her ribcage like two mountainous peaks.

“Give me the address,” instructed Ray. “I need to go and see him.”

“Sure,” yawned Melissa. “Do you want a blowjob before you go?”

Ray hesitated, although society expected a woman to agree to any and every request for sex from a man, and there was no such compulsion on him, it was still very hard to say no to such an offer.

Ray steeled himself. He had a job to do. “I don’t have time sorry sweetie,” he apologised, before grabbing a pad and pen to write down the directions to the scene of Melissa’s orgy with Nick and the other footballers.

Ray left his beautiful, naked wife alone in bed and headed hurriedly out the front door. The way he figured it, he just needed to catch Nick’s wife alone and then he could ask her to fuck him. It should be easy.

It had been almost twelve years since he’d seen Christine Taylor, or Christine Cooper as she was probably called now. Hopefully she still looked just as good now as she had looked in high school.

“Hey, Ray!” called out a voice, disturbing the memories of the sexy cheerleading captain that were filling Ray’s mind.

Ray turned in surprise to see Bill Yates, his neighbour, standing by the front door of the house next door. Bill’s young daughter Alice was standing beside him, looking particularly fine. The pretty young brunette was wearing a white blouse, knotted between her breasts and exposing her flat, tanned belly, and a tiny tartan skirt that left her long, slim legs bare. The outfit was completely by white ankle socks, black high heeled shoes and her long brown hair tied in pig tails. She was the perfect sexy schoolgirl. A walking wet dream…if she hadn’t been only seventeen.

“Hi Bill, how’s it going?” replied Ray, walking over to talk to his neighbour. He was a little annoyed by the distraction, he had a mission to complete.

“Pretty good,” replied Bill. “You’ve met my daughter Alice right?”

Ray glanced at his neighbour’s sexy teenager daughter. “Sure, of course.”

“Well, it’s her birthday today,” said Bill with a big grin. “My little darling is eighteen today.”

Ray smiled, “Happy birthday Alice.”

“Thanks Mr Williams,” she replied a little shyly.

Ray smiled, fuck she was gorgeous. And eighteen today, that meant…

“Would you like to be her first?” blurted out Bill, interrupting the conclusion that Ray was just coming to.

Ray swallowed. Although no woman would refuse a man’s request for sex, this didn’t apply until she turned eighteen. Society looked very harshly on underage sex. Likewise a man had no rights to ask for sex from an unaccompanied woman until he was eighteen himself.

Now that Alice had turned eighteen she would start getting requests for sex from men. And looking at the teenagers, tight little body it was likely that those requests would be coming thick and fast. Living right next door, it was inevitable that Ray would eventually have had the chance to ask Alice for favours, but to be offered her first, before anyone else was something special.

Ray bit his lower lip. As much as he wanted to get over to Nick Cooper’s house and fuck his wife, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Well a once in Alice’s lifetime anyway. He was already hard just thinking about it.

Ray reached out sincan escort and took Alice’s hand. “Thanks Bill, this is mighty neighbourly of you.”

“No problem,” replied Bill. “Treat her nice. And Alice, be nice to Mr Williams, remember your manners.”

“Yes Dad,” replied Alice, smiling shyly at Ray. He noticed a slightly wicked glint in her eye.

“Let’s use your room,” suggested Ray. His wife wouldn’t complain if he brought her back to their place, but he thought it might be a little rude after he’d turned down a blowjob from Melissa only minutes earlier.

Ray’s sexy eighteen year old neighbour led him back into her house, her tight ass swaying in her schoolgirl skirt as she walked. Bill’s wife, and Alice’s mother Jane was in the kitchen as they went past. She was a lovely looking middle aged woman that had given Ray a blowjob by the mailbox last Tuesday. He could definitely see where Alice got her looks from.

“Hi Ray,” greeted Jane Yates as Ray was led by her daughter upstairs.

Alice’s room was a small, pink painted room with a single bed and a few posters of some good looking actors and rock stars on the wall. Ray noticed a little bitterly that there was even a picture of Nick Cooper cut from a movie magazine near the eighteen year old’s mirror. The ass.

“You’re very beautiful Alice,” complemented Ray as he kicked the door shut behind him.

“Thanks Mr Williams,” she replied, blushing a little.

“Please, call me Ray,” he replied, stepping up to her. Ray put his arms around the hot, sexy teenager and pulled her against him, kissing her eagerly. Alice obligingly melted into his arms, pressing her firm young body against his as her tongue slipped into his mouth.

Ray moaned into her mouth, running his hands down her back and cupping and squeezing her firm young bum through her short skirt. The hard bulge of his cock was pressing insistently against her thigh as they kissed.

When they broke off their kiss, his hands moved to her chest, untying the knot of her blouse and pulling it off her, revealing her perky young breasts. They were a nice size, not as big as his wife’s of course, but still considerably more than handful, probably a C cup in Ray’s estimation. Not that he knew a whole lot about bra sizes.

Ray cupped Alice’s firm tits in his palms and squeezed them eagerly. Her skin felt so warm and soft and youthful, she was incredibly sexy.

“Undo my pants,” he instructed as he squeezed her generous tits, rubbing his thumbs across her nipples and feeling them stiffen at his touch.

Alice unbuckled Ray’s belt and then opened his fly, pushing his trousers down around his knees and then sliding her hands down into his underwear to take hold of his stiffy in her soft hands.

“Uh!” grunted Ray at the touch of her soft fingers on his prick. He was incredibly turned on, he’d have to be careful here or he would be cumming in her hand.

“Wow,” breathed Alice, gently stroking Ray’s four and a half inches. “It’s so hard… and so big.”

Ray smiled, that was the advantage of a virgin. Although she’d no doubt seen other cocks from the frequent public coupling that went on, she had limited first hand basis for comparison when it came to penises.

“Kneel on the bed,” instructed Ray as he kicked off his shoes and stepped out from the trousers around his ankles.

Alice climbed up onto her bed and knelt on her hands and knees, arching her back slightly so that her deliciously round ass jutted out invitingly. Her soft rounds breasts swung beneath her and Ray reached out to cup and squeeze one round orb before kneeling on the bed behind her.

Ray moaned in admiration as he ran his palms up the fact of Alice’s firm, tanned thighs. Her skin felt so soft. His hard cock was jutting out towards her, trembling in anticipation.

“You’re very beautiful Alice. You’re going to be getting a lot of attention now that you’re eighteen.” Ray lifted up the back of Alice’s short skirt to reveal her spectacular ass, clad in a skimpy white cotton g-string. The firm round cheeks of her buttocks were absolutely flawless.

“Thanks Mr…I mean thanks Ray,” replied Alice as Ray ran his hands over her ass, stroking the smooth globes of her buttocks.

Ray pulled down Alice’s g-string, revealing the slit of her cunt, the lips moist in anticipation. Ray cupped a bare ass cheek in each hand and squeezed, glancing at the puckered entrance to her tight little ass. He was a little tempted to fuck her ass, but figured that could wait for another day. Her first time should be her pussy.

“This is great,” he murmured as he guided the tip of his trembling erection to Alice’s tight eighteen year old pussy. With a breathless grunt he slowly pushed forward, the lips of her cunt opening as he penetrated her, clutching at his shaft as he slowly pushed inside her.

“Oh Ray!” moaned Alice at his entry.

God she was tight. Ray moaned as pushed himself the rest of the way inside the hot young brunette, holding her by her slim waist as he gently started to fuck her.

As ankara escort far as Ray was aware he’d never fucked an eighteen year old girl before. Typically the younger girls would be accompanied in public by their father or boyfriend so there was little opportunity to approach them for sex, especially if they were pretty like Alice. This was a sweet moment indeed, almost enough to make Ray forget about Nick Cooper fucking his wife yesterday. Almost.

Both Ray and Alice moaned as he started to thrust against her from behind, his hips slapping against her firm posterior as he pumped his below average cock in and out of Alice’s tight pussy. It felt amazing, Ray was definitely going to have to make sure he made frequent use of his neighbours hot young daughter.

Unable to resist the temptation, Ray reached out and grabbed Alice by the hair, a ponytail in each hand. He pulled on her hair for leverage as he fucked her doggy style, jerking her head up and causing her back to arch and her ass to push back harder against him.

“Oh Ray!” groaned Alice, clearly enjoying his thrusting cock as he pistoned against her from behind.

She was so tight and so hot that he wasn’t going to last long. Fortunately, much like size, Alice didn’t have a lot of reference in terms of stamina, so hopefully she wasn’t going to be disappointed.

“Oh, that’s it Alice!” he grunted as he humped against the perfect eighteen year old. She felt so good.

“Oh Ray!” gasped Alice, her breathing hard and fast as he bucked against her, shunting her forward on the bed with each thrust.

“Is it okay if I cum inside you?” asked Ray, yanking on her pig tails as he slammed into her.

“Yes, fill me up,” gasped Alice, clearly enjoying the feel of his cock in her tight pussy. “I’m on the pill.” Ray was nothing, if not polite. With the possibility, or in the case of someone that looked like Alice probability, of getting asked to have sex whenever they walked down the street alone, most women were on the pill. But in Alice’s case she had only just turned eighteen so Ray thought it would be best to ask first.

“Oh fuck!” groaned Ray, his hips madly jackhammering against the teenagers perfect bum. “Here…it…comes!” With a loud cry Ray exploded inside the beautiful eighteen year old’s pussy. Thick ropes of his seed flooded her snatch as Ray orgasmed wildly.

Alice herself cried out in pleasure as her older neighbour shot his load into her cunt. Whether she was genuinely climaxing, or just being polite Ray didn’t know, and didn’t really care truthfully either.

“Yeah, that was good!” groaned Ray as he left go of Alice’s pig tails and squeezed the firm cheeks of her ass, rolling his hips and squeezing the last drops of his sperm inside her.

“Wow,” breathed Alice, pushing her butt back against her neighbour’s crotch. “That was great Mr Williams.”

“Yeah,” breathed Ray in agreement. “But call me Ray.”

Ray pulled out and rolled onto the bed beside the pretty brunette, catching his breath. As sweet as that had been, he had a mission to complete, and someone else to fuck. Hopefully he wouldn’t have any trouble getting it up again.

***

A couple of hours later, following a shower and then a coffee with Bill and Jane Yates, Ray got back in his car and drove to the address that his wife had given him from her encounter with the football team the previous day.

It was a nice split level house in the suburbs, way nicer than Ray’s house, but perhaps not quite as fancy as he’d been expecting from a celebrity actor.

Ray approached the front door and knocked determinedly. He prayed that Nick wasn’t home and he’d catch Christine alone.

The door swung open and he was greeted by a gorgeous brunette. She was still beautiful then. Perhaps not quite as amazing as he’d remembered from high school, and her blonde hair was now dyed brown, but still very attractive.

She was dressed like she was just on her way to the gym, it a pair of clinging black sweat pants, that were low slung on her hips, revealing a hint of a toned flat stomach and the sides of her pink g-string straps. Her top was a skin-tight orange tank top that clung to an impressive pair of beautiful round hooters that thrust out from her chest demanding attention and seemingly defying gravity.

“Can I help you?” she asked in surprise, showing no sign of recognising him from twelve years ago.

Ray looked over her shoulder into the house. “Are you alone?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yes, my husband is at football practise…”

“Good,” said Ray, inside he was whooping with joy. “I want to have sex with you.”

“Oh,” the woman seemed surprised at this. “Sure, I guess I can help you out. My husband will be back soon though so we’ll have to be quick.”

She stepped back at let him step past her and into the house.

“So, um, what do you want to do then?” she asked as she followed him into the lounge.

“I want to fuck you up the ass,” growled Ray. “Get your clothes off.”

She raised an eyebrow at that. etimegut escort “Okay then, whatever you want.”

She reached for the bottom of her tank top and tugged it up over her head. Beneath she was wearing a black sports bra that was restraining her impressive rack.

As she bent forward to unlace her sports shoes, Ray moved behind her and ran his palm across the smooth expanse of her buttocks, feeling the firm cheeks through her sweatpants. She had a nicely toned ass and obviously kept in shape. Perhaps not quite as firm as Alice’s, but still very impressive for a thirty year old woman.

“You’re very eager,” she commented as she peeled off her pants, revealing her pink g-string panties and long, nicely-toned legs. “Were you just passing by or did you see me on my way home from the gym?”

Ray unzipped his pants. “I know your husband. I used to be on his high school football team.”

“Really?” she replied, looking him up and down more deliberately. “You don’t look like a footballer, and I don’t remember you from school.”

Ray scowled. That pissed him off a little, not that there was any reason she should remember him.

“Just shut up and get naked!” he snapped.

“Hey!” she protested. “Be polite!”

Ray swallowed. She was right, here she was being all nice and letting him fuck her in the ass, and he was acting like a rude prick. “Sorry,” he quickly apologised. “I had a rough day yesterday.”

Her anger immediately softened at his change of tone. “That’s okay. So, um, we’d better get on with this.”

Still wearing her bra and panties, she stepped forward and reached inside the open front of Ray’s trousers. His cock was already hard, despite the workout that his neighbour’s eighteen year old daughter had given it. Probably the anticipation of fucking the one and only Christine Taylor was motivating him into stiffness.

“I see this little man is polite and at attention,” she grinned as she pulled out his erection and stroked it in her cool hand.

Ray grimaced slightly at the term ‘little man’, but didn’t let it put him off the mission in front of him. He reached up, running his palms up her sides, over her ribs and cupping her ample breasts through her sports bra, giving them a firm squeeze.

It might have been the sports bra, but her tits felt amazingly firm. Ray moaned and squeezed them again, this time harder, letting his fingers sink deep into the ample round melons. She gasped slightly as he roughly mauled her big jugs, his cock lurching in her soft hands.

“You said you wanted anal right?” she asked him for clarification.

“That’s right,” breathed Ray. He was so looking forward to tapping the sweet ass he’d lusted over through all his teenage years.

“Fine,” she agreed. “But I’d better go get some Vaseline from the bathroom. Back in a minute.”

She pried his hands off her big tits and hurried off towards the bathroom. Ray admired the sway of her g-string framed buttocks as she left.

He quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes before she returned, a small tub of Vaseline in hand. She handed him the tub and with her other hand stroked his erection.

“It’s been a while since I’ve done anal so make sure you use plenty,” she advised, glancing down at the four and a half inches in her hand. “At least you won’t rip me up with this little man though.”

“Lie down on the couch,” instructed Ray as he popped the lid off the Vaseline and scooped some out onto his fingers. He ignored the comment about the size of his cock.

She peeled off her g-string, but left her bra on as she lay face down on the couch. Ray caught a brief glimpse of her neatly trimmed landing strip, he couldn’t help be a little disappointed it wasn’t blonde as he’d always imagined it in his high school masturbation fantasies. But maybe she dyed it like she’d done with her hair.

Ray straddled the back of her thighs and used one hand to grab hold of her ass by her left buttock. His other hand liberally applied the Vaseline to her tight asshole, tentatively probing a few fingers inside her causing her to gasp in slight discomfort.

“Are you sure you don’t just want to use my pussy?” she offered.

“No, this is what I want,” grunted Ray, sawing his index finger in and out of her ass, it felt nice and tight, like Alice’s teenage snatch had been.

Ray scooped out some more Vaseline and rubbed it on his cock for good measure before positioning himself on top of the gorgeous cheerleader. He ground down with his hips, his erection sliding up through the crack of her ass as her soft buttocks sheathed his shaft.

“Here we go Christine,” he breathed in her ear, reaching down between them and guiding the head of his lubricated cock against her anus.

“Huh?” she asked, then suddenly cried out as Ray pushed his dick into her ass.

“Oh fuck!” she gasped, burying her face in the pillow of the couch.

“Shit that’s tight!” groaned Ray as he pushed more of his cock into her tight bum. Only about half of his length was inside her vice like passage.

“Uh!” she gasped as Ray shoved again, wedging more of his stubby length inside her. She was become slightly more used to his presence, her ass relaxing somewhat and the Vaseline working wonders to ease his entrance.

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“How does that feel?”

It felt great, actually. Victor’s strong hands were massaging my shoulders and back, and I could feel the aches and muscle soreness begin to melt away. The nine-hour flight from Atlanta had left me feeling a bit tired and stiff, but Victor was doing his best to make that go away.

“Mmmmmm, that’s perfect, just like that,” I replied.

I was lying facedown on the hotel bed, and Victor was straddling me from behind. His hands reached up to the base of my neck, and his fingers carefully kneaded my stiff neck and shoulder muscles.

I smiled to myself, thinking about the circumstances that had brought me here to Rome, where a man I had not seen in over a year was now giving me an excellent massage in a hotel bed.

Victor and I had never been lovers, but we were very close friends for several years until his job brought him overseas. We lost contact for awhile, until a chance email led to an invitation to meet in Italy.

I had never been to Europe, and the opportunity to go to Rome was too good to pass up. I had arrived early that morning, Victor met me at the airport, and we spent the day seeing the sights of the city that he knew so well. Good food, good wine, and his wonderful company had me feeling very mellow and relaxed, and the massage was a perfect way to end this first day of my vacation.

Victor had initiated this back massage on the outside of my pajamas, but now he had slipped his hands under my pajama top, and his hands were warm and strong as he touched and rubbed my lower back. He deftly slid his hands up to my shoulder blades, and he continued the massage under my pajamas.

“It’s amazing that I am seeing you here in Italy. I thought that our paths might never cross again,” I said, as Victor began to rub my lower back again.

“Oh, really?” he asked. “I always thought that we would get together, you and I. But, you had that long-distance relationship with Thomas that prevented me from ever taking our relationship further.”

My ex-boyfriend Thomas and I had been a serious item – we had stayed together for several years, but for some reason we had never married. His law practice was in Houston, and my family, friends and job were all in Atlanta, so I finally called it off when I turned thirty-five. I never looked back, although dates with new men had been few and my sex life had been non-existent.

Now, I was lying in bed with an attractive man that I had known as a friend for several years, a man with whom I had never shared more than a chaste kiss, and I was becoming eager to take this to the next step.

“Oooohhh,” I cooed. “I like that,” I said as his hands worked their way up from my lower back to my shoulders. My loose pajama top had risen up with Victor’s hands, and most of my back was now exposed. The flannel top barely covered my breasts in front, and it was bunched up under my shoulders in the back.

Victor was several years older than I, but he wore it well. His dark, slightly graying hair was cut a little too short, but it was still thick and full. He was of medium height and decent build, in good physical condition, and he was one of the most intelligent people that I had ever met. His ability to converse on a wide variety of topics, with keen insights, made him an attractive alternative to Thomas.

Still straddling my backside, Victor leaned over closer to me on the bed, and I could feel his hands spread wide on my shoulder blades as he continued the massage. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations, and I could feel him put his lips to the back of my neck and kiss it lightly. How did he know that would make me melt?

“Mmmmm, that is REALLY nice,” I said, encouraging him to continue the light kisses on my neck and shoulders.

Victor pulled at my collar with his fingers, which allowed him to kiss and lick my neck. After a few moments, he stopped the massage, and he lay next to me on the bed.

“Why did you stop? I was really starting to get into it,” I teased.

I turned to my side, facing away from him, and he drew our bodies closer together. We lay together on the bed like spoons, and I could feel his hardening cock against my ass through my pajama bottoms. It was obvious that Victor was getting as aroused as I was, and in my mind I could picture his cock becoming erect in the boxer shorts that he had worn to bed.

I soaked up his warmth as he held me close, and I felt his fingers lightly stroking my bare stomach, and the anticipation of feeling his hands on my breasts was driving me mad. Why hadn’t he touched me there yet? My pajama top had risen to my shoulders, and my breasts were barely covered by it.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, there was a light touching of his fingers on the underside of my left breast. For the briefest of moments, I felt his hand caressing and stroking me there, producing a slight tingle between my legs. I am sure that I was starting to become moist down there.

I loved this kind sincan escort of teasing foreplay, I cannot get enough of it. Thomas had always been a little too quick to move on to the main event, but Victor was clearly someone who was going to take his time with me.

I shifted my body a bit on the bed, to provide him with a little better access to my breasts. His hand lightly caressed my left breast again, and this time his fingers lingered, lightly brushing across my nipple, once, twice, a third time.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” I moaned, as my nipple began to stiffen under his gentle touch.

Victor brought his finger to his mouth, moistened it with his tongue, and then returned to touch me again. He traced a light wet circle around my nipple, and the cool air brought it to full attention.

“Heh, heh,” he chuckled in a low voice. “I can see that you like that.”

“Oh, yeah,” I sighed. “My body knows what I want.”

I rolled over to face him, and I kissed him deeply. Our lips came together hungrily, and our tongues darted and teased each other in our open mouths. Victor’s hands were now all over both of my breasts, caressing and teasing my nipples ever-so-gently. His hands moved expertly, eliciting contented sighs from me.

Victor slowly pulled the pajama top over my head. There was electricity as our skin touched, heat and passion and desire. My nipples, now completely erect, were touching his chest as he held me close.

My hands ran down his shoulders to his lower back, and I slid my fingertips under the waistband in his boxers. I reached down inside his boxers further, cupping his ass with my hands, giving his buns a playful squeeze.

“I want to taste you,” he said, and he moved his mouth to my hard nipples. He sucked gently, which sent an electric swoon straight through me, right to my genitals. I thought that I might have an orgasm just from his sucking at my breasts. My nipples seemed to be hard-wired right to my clit.

“Ohhhhhhh,” I gasped. “That feels unbelievably good. I love the way you suck my breasts!”

Victor continued to kiss and lick me, and his hand reached around to the small of my back. He slipped it inside the waistband of my pajama bottoms. I moved slightly, and he quickly slid the waistband of my pajamas down below my waist, nearly to my knees. He then reached down and pulled them off of me completely, leaving me totally nude.

For me, this was incredibly exciting – here I was, lying totally naked for the first time with a man that I had known for years, thoroughly turned on by someone that I had never thought of as a sex partner. I was feeling wanton and wild, I wanted him to do everything he could think of to me, and I badly wanted to reciprocate.

“You need to join me,” I said. “Let’s get those boxers off of you!”

Victor brought himself up on the bed, and quickly pulled his shorts down, releasing his erection. I love the way a man’s cock looks when fully erect, especially when it sticks straight up. To me, that is unbelievably hot, and it sends a jolt of sexual electricity right through me.

I reached for his cock, and I began to lightly stroke it. His involuntary intake of breath told me that he was as turned on by our foreplay as I was.

I turned my wrist so I could grip Victor’s cock with my thumb and forefinger, and I stroked his shaft several times. I loved the smooth, soft feel of the skin on the shaft of his penis, and the fullness of his erection standing straight up was a terrific turn-on.

Victor allowed me to stroke him for a while, and then he moved himself in between my legs. His mouth kissed and licked its way from the area in between my breasts down the center of my stomach, stopping just short of my bikini line. I secretly congratulated myself for having had the foresight to trim the small thatch of pubic hair, and to shave the surrounding area smooth.

Victor tantalized me with a light tongue flick on the inside of my thigh, followed my another flick of the tongue on my outer labia, and then a gentle lick of the tiny hood covering my clitoris. I writhed a bit on the bed.

“Oohhhhhhhh,” I moaned, and I opened my legs a little more. He responded with another flick of the tongue, which teased the tiny bud of my clitoris further, and I gasped again.

I wanted to feel his tongue teasing my clit, I wanted him to notice how moist he had made me with his loving touches and kisses. As if reading my mind, Victor began licking me more urgently, using his tongue along the side of my clit, then lightly brushing the little bud itself, and then running his tongue along the other side.

Victor repeated the exciting tongue-tease over and over, settling in to a rhythm that was certain to produce the desired result. My leg muscles began to tense, and I thrust my pelvis up and slightly forward to allow him to lick and suck even more of my clit.

My orgasm was not far off, and I began to tremble and whimper in anticipation. My legs started to twitch and ankara escort quiver involuntarily, and I pressed my clit against Victor’s lips harder, applying constant pressure.

“Aaaaaahhhhhh,” I groaned. “You are going to make me come!”

I was pressing against his mouth pretty hard when I finally went over the edge. The warm, intensely pleasurable spasms radiated outward from the space in between my legs to the rest of my body, producing uncontrollable muscle contractions all the way to my hands and feet. Over and over again, the waves of pleasure pulsed through my body. I lost track of time, I lost track of everything, I was only feeling the bliss of an overwhelmingly satisfying sexual climax.

As my orgasm began to subside, Victor lay down next to me, and gently took me in his arms and cuddled. I allowed myself a few more moments to enjoy the aftermath of the intense pleasure, and then I wanted to reciprocate.

I gently pushed Victor back on the bed, and started to kiss and lick my way from his chest to his groin. I reached for his rock-hard cock with my right hand and began slowly stroking it while I kissed his chest and stomach, and then I worked my way down further.

Once my mouth reached his cock, I used my lips and tongue to moisten its head. He began to twitch and squirm, and I continued stroking with my hand as I sucked and licked.

His musky scent began to arouse me again – how could I feel such desire, so soon after?

I continued to suck his cock, moistening the length of the shaft with my tongue. I then straddled him, and took his shaft in my right hand, and rubbed the head of his swollen penis against my outer labia and clitoris. I continued to rub, up and down, up and down along the length of my slit, first along one side of my clit, over the top, and down the other side.

“Ohhhhhh,” he groaned. “You are such a tease…”

I repeated the exciting stroke over and over, then began to insert just the head of his cock inside me. Before he could thrust upward, I took his cock out and resumed the stroking my outer lips and clitoris again.

“Please,” he begged. “Please…”

I slowly began to insert him into my wet and waiting pussy. I took my time, eased it in slowly, but eventually his entire shaft was buried to the hilt.

I love being on top, it allows me to control the tempo, vary the pressure, and I nearly always come that way. Occasionally, my partner and I manage to achieve a simultaneous orgasm in this position.

Victor reached up with both hands, massaging my breasts, lightly squeezing my nipples, then reaching behind me to hold my ass cheeks while he pushed deeper inside.

“Ohhh, that is amazing,” I said. I was feeling overcome with all the sensations – my breasts felt good, my clit felt good, feeling his cock deep inside me felt good.

I leaned forward a little over Victor, and I began to concentrate. I started an even, regular rocking movement, with just the right amount of pressure, and Victor began to respond. He tilted his pelvis slightly upward, maximizing the friction, and I moved with him, our bodies now acting in concert, both of us moving toward release. I could feel my orgasm building deep within me this time.

“Oh, God, oh, God,” I said over and over. My climax seemed imminent, how did I get there so fast? It seemed to be starting earlier, and deeper within me, than ever before.

“Mmmmm,” I heard Victor groan. “Ohhhh……”

I opened my eyes, continuing to rock rhythmically against him, and saw that his eyes were closed and the cords of his neck were straining. He had taken hold of my ass with both hands and moved with me with greater and greater urgency.

“Ohhhh,” I cried, as the first warm wave of pleasure started from a place deep inside. The intense spasm caused my pussy to tighten involuntarily, and I felt the flood of Victor’s semen as he came deep inside me. We were barely conscious of each other, as we focused solely on our climaxes, our intense, rolling, seemingly never-ending climaxes.

Victor took hold of my ass cheeks with both hands, and he began to push and pull himself deeper inside me, both of us feeling wave after wave of the sensations. We were no longer aware of anything but our bodies, frantically moving past the peak of sexual satisfaction.

Finally, our orgasms began to subside, and we began our long slow descent together, moving slower and slower before stopping altogether. Victor’s hardness had broken, but I wanted to prolong the pleasant feeling of his being inside me. Leaning forward, I kissed him deeply on the mouth, and I began to savor the mingled pain and pleasure of gently decoupling from him.

I rolled off of him, collapsing on my back on the bed, sweaty and spent. I could feel the trickle of his come oozing from inside me.

“That was incredible,” I said breathlessly. “I have never felt anything so intense before.”

“That WAS incredible,” Victor added, turning toward me on the bed. He wrapped etimegut escort an arm around me, pulling himself closer to me.

My mind was already beginning to recount the details, the feelings of pleasure that had coursed through my body. It had been a while since I had been with any man, so experiencing two orgasms, one right after the other, gave me an incredible rush.

We cuddled some more, kissing and gently stroking each other.

After a few moments, I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to clean up. I closed the bathroom door, turned on the light, and looked at myself in the mirror.

My hair was wildly disheveled, my lips were slightly swollen from the passionate kissing, and my breasts were flushed. I touched my nipples, marveling at how Victor had made them so stiff with excitement. I reached down in between my legs, and noticed that his come had dripped out of my pussy, I could feel the sticky residue of his wetness.

I cleaned up, and went back to the bed. Victor was waiting for me, lying on his back. The sheets covered him from the waist down, but it was obvious that he was erect again – the distortion in the sheets from his rigid cock was hard to miss. I wondered if he had been stroking himself, bringing himself firm while I was still in the bathroom.

I crawled back in between the sheets, and moved next to him. Boldly, I reached for his cock with my left hand.

“Mmmm, what have we here?” I asked cheerfully. His stiffness was a turn-on, all by itself.

“I don’t know, it seems to have a mind of its own, at least as far as you are concerned,” Victor replied lightheartedly.

I began to stroke him, as Victor closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations. I began to feel my own stirrings of desire, and I craved having him inside me once again. I had been without a man for quite awhile, and I greedily wanted to make up for lost time.

I rolled onto my back, and Victor took my cue and rolled over to face me. He brought his lips to mine again, and began to kiss me, gently at first, then more ardently. He continued to kiss me, and then he brought one hand up to my breast, gently fondling it. My nipples quickly came to attention again.

“Mmmmmmm,” I sighed. “You do that SO well.”

“Oh, you like that, do you?” Victor asked playfully.

He continued to kiss me and stroke my breasts while he positioned himself in between my legs. He took his erect cock by the shaft with his right hand, and began to tease my pussy with the head of it. He brushed it lightly over the prominent bud of my clit, then down to the entrance to my vagina, made it wet with my excitement, and then repeated the process over and over.

“Please. Oh, please,” I said. It was my turn to beg. He knew exactly what I wanted, what I needed, and he was not going to give it to me right away.

He chuckled, and he placed the head of his cock at the entrance to my pussy, pushing it in for an inch or two, then slowly withdrawing. He teased me in this fashion for a while, only inserting a few inches of his cock before pulling back.

He then caught me completely by surprise when, in the midst of several of these shallow strokes, he pushed in slowly and completely.

I gasped, startled at first by his fullness, and feeling a brief surge of pleasure as my pussy contracted involuntarily. Victor chuckled again, oh, he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

He started to vary the stroke, and after every eight or ten shallow thrusts Victor would give me his full length. I looked down at his cock, going in and out of my pussy, and groaned.

“Oh, that is so hot!” I exclaimed, watching his cock go in and out, in and out, in and out.

I continued to watch, spellbound, as he would withdraw his cock , glistening with my wetness, and then he would thrust it eagerly back in. After watching for awhile, I leaned back, closed my eyes, and concentrated on the sensations he was giving me.

When I could finally take it no longer, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and pulled him in deeply. Locking my ankles together behind his back, I drew him in close, preventing him from withdrawing his cock from my now dripping pussy.

Victor smiled, knowing that I had restricted his movements, and he began the only motion that I allowed, a slight rocking and grinding with his hips. I tilted my pelvis upward, creating a perfect spot of friction between our two bodies, with just the right amount of pressure and motion on my clit.

I wasn’t sure if I could come again – I had never had more than two orgasms in one session before, but tonight was different, with a different man, and I was feeling like anything was possible. We settled into a rhythm, and with the right pressure, the right tempo, I soon realized that I might come one more time.

“You like that, baby?” Victor whispered. “Feel good?”

“Oh, yes! Oh, yes!” I gasped, while he rocked with me.

I looked up at him, his eyes were closed tightly, his mouth was clenched, his neck muscles were straining with the effort.

“Mmmmm, you are going to make me come again!” he grunted.

That was all I needed to hear, I could feel the vague stirrings deep inside me start to form, and build.

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We couldn’t get in the door fast enough. As soon as he slammed it behind him, he pinned me against the wall, clawing at my clothing and assaulting my lips with his.

Reaching for the buttons on his shirt, I undid the first one, then ripped it open, ignoring the ping of the buttons bouncing off the walls around us and feeling his hot, hard chest under my questing hands. I raked my fingernails over his nipples and felt him let out a groan against my mouth.

Threading his fingers through my hair, he tore his lips from mine and trailed hot kisses down my throat to my now exposed breasts. I felt him smile against me.

“You weren’t wearing a bra the whole night?” he managed to rasp out, capturing a taut nipple in his mouth.

“No,” I breathed, knowing it drove him crazy when I didn’t wear a bra.

I hadn’t told him on the trip to his parents’ house and I, of course, hadn’t mentioned it either there or on the way home.

When we were alone at his parents’, which was only for a brief few minutes in their kitchen, I’d teased him endlessly, watching his discomfort when his mother had walked into the kitchen. I had smiled wickedly at him then offered to help his mother with desert.

The look on his face had promised retribution for my tormenting and I had felt my body tingle in anticipation.

“You little tease,” he said, releasing a nipple with a pop, then finding the other. “I should take you over my knee, but I know escort sincan you’d like that far too much.”

I tangled my fingers through his dark hair and held him to me, arching to push my sensitive mound deeper into the hot depth of his mouth.

I cried out when he pulled away, a look of pure lust on his handsome face. His blue eyes were clouded with desire, but also sparkling with mischief. He took another step back and pulled his ruined shirt from his shoulders.

Dropping it to the floor, he reached for the snap on his jeans. When I reached out to help him, he slapped my hands away.

“Oh no, you’re gonna pay for teasing me, sweetheart.”

Keeping his gaze locked with mine, he dropped his jeans to his ankles, then toed off his shoes. I tore my eyes from his and allowed them to roam his magnificent body. My mouth went dry when it dawned on me he hadn’t been wearing any underwear either. I ogled the protruding proof of his arousal. I could see it throbbing and I felt my body scream with need for him.

“God, please,” I begged, reaching out to pull him against me.

He smiled and shook his head. Taking my hand, he led me to our bedroom. Pushing me back onto the bed, he lowered himself over me, devouring my lips in a hungry kiss. I felt his hands roam my heated flesh, pausing to cup a breast before he reached between us and pushed one hand under the waistband of my skirt.

“Bad girl, no panties either.”

I ankara escort opened my legs to allow him access, and whimpered when he ran a finger along my wet slit, then pulled his hand away. Raising my hips, I tried to keep his finger where I wanted it most, but he pulled his hand from my skirt then stuck his finger in his mouth, lapping up the proof of my arousal.

“Mmmm, sweet as honey,” he whispered, reaching out to unsnap my skirt and pull it down my legs. In his haste, he ripped the material and I chuckled. If we kept up at this rate, we’d both need a new wardrobe.

Pulling the torn garment from my body, he lowered himself over me again and entered me in one slow thrust. Apparently the retribution for my teasing was over.

“Yeah, fuck me,” I breathed against his lips. I felt him smile again.

His movements inside me stilled and he broke the kiss. Gazing down into my eyes, I saw he was fighting for control.

“Tell me, did you enjoy teasing me at my parents’ tonight?”

I sighed, knowing I wasn’t going to get what I wanted until I answered him. “Of course I did.”

“I should let you suffer, you know.” He pulled out and thrust back in, then held himself still again. “Just because you’re so wicked.”

I purposely clenched my muscles around him, smiling when he let out a deep grunt of frustration. “But you love me anyway.” I raised my hips to take him deeper. “Now stop teasing and fuck me, dammit!”

He etimesgut escort bayan pulled himself almost completely out again, then drove deep. He stilled once more, then repeated the process. Smiling down at me, he continued his torment three more times. The man was driving me absolutely crazy.

“You know my mom knew what you were up to.”

“Can we not talk about your parents right now?” I wrapped my legs around him and reached down and grabbed his ass, squeezing it and silently begging him to fuck me. I was so close, it wouldn’t take much, and he knew that.

When I clenched my muscles around him again, the look on his face said he’d lost his control. His movements were frenzied as he drove in and out of me, harder, deeper than he’d ever done before. I could actually feel his cock hardening even more inside me.

My orgasm worked its way through my body, starting at where we were joined and radiating outward until I was writhing and crying out beneath him. With my arms wrapped around him, I dug my nails into his back and rode out the waves of intense pleasure.

His body tensed and I felt his cock swell before it erupted, bathing my womb with his seed. He held his body over me on trembling arms, then leaned down to kiss me. Rolling to his side, he pulled me close and I rested my head on his shoulder.

He took a few deep breaths, trying to regain his composure. “So much for retribution,” he said, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

“Yeah. Next time you can tease me.”

He chuckled. “Oh, you can count on it. Happy Anniversary, sweetheart.”

“Happy Anniversary,” I mumbled in reply, scooting in closer and drifting off to sleep.

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