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AFTERNOON: “KATIE”

My phone called about an hour after Hollie had left. I sorted the bed and started on some lunch. What Hollie had in mind precisely was actually a mystery for me, but whatever it was I could bet it would be earth-shattering. From the licking of her lips and her beaming just before she left, I could bet I would not be disappointed. Twenty minutes later, her first text came (Missing me already? My pussy is missing your big boy already.) There was a pic as well of her fingers spreading that perfectly-shaven pussy just for my enjoyment. The plan was to send each other at least 3 such messages between now and when she would return to mine later. I want you to impale that pussy on my throbbing cock. Is it wet already?

It was just a few minutes after that that the call came through. It was not from work – thankfully – but from Katie. I picked up. “Katie? I’ve not heard from you for weeks!”

“Hey, how ya doin’?” she chirped happily into the phone. “Are you working today?” She went on without giving me a chance to respond. “I am at a café close to yours. Café Heaven. Wanna meet?”

I had to admit it would be good to meet an old friend to spend some time with before the evening arrived. Café Heaven was literally around the corner. “I am not working today,” I said without going into any details. “I can be there in 10?”

“Cool.”

* * *

Katie was an old friend from school. One of those people that stick by you whatever but nothing ever actually has a chance of developing. We went to the same college as students; she was there on my wedding day ten years ago helping with the prep; and there when the whole thing collapsed (that is, I got divorced) five years later, one of the few people who actually gave me some sensible advice.

Two people couldn’t be more different. I wore suits and ties; she wore torn-up jeans and hippie-style everything. I was a university professor, she ran a cupcake shop (yep, I know, a hippie running a cupcake shop; don’t get me started!); I drove a car, she would walk anywhere and was a committed eryamanda yeni escortlar hiker disappearing in the hills for weeks. I would fall for women, easily infatuated, men simply did not interest her in that way. And yet, we were great friends and I could count on her almost always.

She was sitting in the café near the window, easy to spot from the front door. There was a cup of coffee already waiting for me. “Got you cappuccino – your fave.” She got up for a warm hug. She was a tall woman, about 40 years old, brunette with her hair cut rather short, much like I imagine Joan of Arc must’ve been – although that’s likely a bad comparison. Not sure Joan of Arc spent a lot of time baking cupcakes!

“Hey Kates, long time no see,” I said. “What are you here? Having seen you for at least a month!”

“Busy cupcakin’. Business going well, but very little time for anything else. How are you doing?”

Okay, so I decided to tell her, without beating around the bush. First she got pale, then red with rage and when I finished the story, punctuated with her “What?!!” shouted out at irregular intervals, her eyes were like two saucers, wide with shock, and she said, “Fuck, man!” This was the only time, ever, I have heard her swear.

“Kate! Language!” I laughed, which served to calm her down somewhat.

“Language, language – give me break – what are you going to do?”

“Well, I am kind of expecting they just want to give me a sack. The meeting is likely going to be a formality.” There was a surrender in my voice, I knew, but I wasn’t going to lie to her.

“That’s defeatist,” she said in an accusatory voice, wagging her finger at me. “What can you do?”

“Now? Nothing. We’ll see tomorrow.” I hesitated, encountering her eyes, begging me to do something. “I don’t even know what it is – I mean what kind of accusation precisely they have. I probably had it coming anyhow – I am too unorthodox.”

“It’s just so bloody unfair. You’re a good lecturer and your research is of first class.” To be fair, I held the same, perhaps immodest but sincan escort bayan so, opinion about myself. But the sentiment coming earlier in the day from John was clear in my mind – they seemed to have made a decision already.

“I am in a good financial position at the moment, Kate. I am not going to starve if that is going to happen.” I tried to sound certain of myself and to assure her I wasn’t devastated (which I really was). Perhaps coming here was a mistake, occurred to me. Hollie said I was to not think about that.

“You sound so resigned somehow.”

“I am not, actually. There’s just nothing to do before tomorrow.”

“Can you have any representation there?”

“According to the policy around this type of case, no.” I looked at her with one of my I know this is appalling expressions. “Unbelievable.”

“Okay, then.” She drummed the table with her fingers, thinking, clearly trying to come with something.

“Kate, you don’t know my context. What—”

“I’ve got it!” she yelled. Heads turned towards us. “It’s alright!” she said loudly to relax them. “I get excited.” Laughs could be heard around us. I hated that kind of attention – her excitable nature was not one of the things that we shared.

“What? What have you got?”

“Stuart,” she addressed me. “I might not know your context or your students and your co-workers. But you can do one thing in a situ like this. I am good, aren’t I?” she congratulated herself.

“Yes, but what is it?” I was now getting exasperated.

She shifted in the chair, straightening herself up and put down her cup on her saucer as if she was about to say something profound. She cleared her throat.

“Record the meeting,” she said slowly – very slowly, particularly for her, uttering one word at a time. “Record. The. Meeting.”

I leaned back in my chair. “What?”

“Secretly, of course.”

“You can’t do that!”

“No, I can’t but you can.” She chuckled.

“You know what I meant.”

“They pull something, you’ve got evidence you can use against them.” ankara escort She gave me a particularly long look. “Protect yourself. Use your phone and just record the audio of the whole thing.”

I frowned. I had some serious reservations about such covert activities. After all, I didn’t know what they would say or do – perhaps these accusations were genuine after all? “I don’t know,” I said.

“Do it,” she insisted. Her voice was practically commanding. “Or at least promise me that before tomorrow, you will consider this?”

She took a good few seconds examining my expression. “Yeah, you will. I can see it.” I didn’t deny this time I was considering it. This idea was getting me calmer. It felt wrong to be even considering recording an internal work conversation. But if nothing awry happens in there, nobody will know. But if it does, I could at least think of using it – how, in what way, I couldn’t think, but at least it was something.

Kate was noticing these little mood changes reflected in my face over these few seconds and was clearly content at what she was orchestrating there.

“Thanks, Kates. I think I will. I just need to think about it.” I smiled a genuinely contented smile.

“High five?”

“Is that what you do at team meetings at Cupcakes at Lacy’s?”

“No. We smear each other’s faces with cream if someone’s missed their deadline.” Our hands met for a high five. “That’s all I needed to know,” she said, clearly satisfied. “I hope it goes well. Don’t kill them all, leave some for me, will ya?”

* * *

Walking back home about an hour later, I thought how natural that conversation with Katie was, and how genuine her sympathy was. We had talked about other things later – her family, common friends, politics and cupcakes, of course, which was her world. She was a kind and life-satisfied soul. She was genuine, too, and easy to talk to for this reason. An open book really – an astonishing contrast to the likes of John and whoever the person who made the complaint at the university was.

The more I thought about Kate’s idea of recording the meeting, the better I felt about it. Having closed the door behind me, I checked the audio recorder app on my Android: it would be an easy thing to do tomorrow.

Then I noticed another text from Hollie on my phone and forgot everything else.

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“What’s your name?” whispered a shy voice in the dark.

The voice was young and feminine, which was very surprising. Doug responded back in a low voice, “What? My name’s … Doug…”

But when Doug turned his head he froze. He had heard the voice but hadn’t seen who was speaking. There was a stunning blonde next to him!

She grinned back at him and left him stunned. The blonde wasn’t just pretty – she was spectacularly gorgeous!

“Doug … awesome! I’m so pleased to meet you!” she whispered again, leaning closer even more. Her face was even more startlingly beautiful up close. “My name’s Emma!”

Doug was dumbfounded. He was sitting in a porno theater in the back row, right at the corner seat. The place was a shitty dump. Dark, seedy, and unclean, it should have been every female’s nightmare to visit. The seats were old and worn, frayed in many of the fabric cushions and seatbacks. Suspicious stains could be found on every seat, many of them looking like faded Jackson Pollock paintings. The floors were sticky from spilled pop and God knows what else. The fragrant smells were pungent and offensive enough to make one wonder if anyone cleaned the theater – not in the night of course, when the skin flicks were playing, but perhaps at least during the morning?

Why was there a smoking hot blonde sitting next to him? It didn’t make any sense!

First of all, she was very young. Secondly, they were in a porno theater. Thirdly, he was just an average Joe. At fifty-two years of age, about six feet tall, and about two hundred and thirty pounds, there wasn’t anything really to write home about. Doug also wasn’t very fit and had a spare tire around his waist. Plus, he was a very plain looking guy and knew it. Thinning grey hair, bags under his eyes, and a bit of a double-chin – there wasn’t anything worth bragging about in the looks department.

So why this girl all of a sudden? Why was she coming onto him? Then it finally dawned on Doug: she was a working girl! Of course!

He smiled at her but could scarcely conceal the lust in his eyes. The worst was that the looker didn’t even seem to mind! “See here, I … I appreciate the offer, but I’m not really into … you know … paying for sex!”

It was the girl’s turn to look startled. That lasted a quick moment before she understood what he was talking about. The blonde hottie grinned. “Oh … I’m not a prostitute or anything like that!” And truthfully she didn’t seem to have minded being mistaken for one. “That’s too funny!” she giggled.

There was a brief awkward pause when Emma bit her bottom lip cutely. Then her face brightened up and she asked, “You don’t mind if I sit here, do you?”

“Of … of course not!” It wasn’t often that Doug was tongue-tied, but this was one of those moments that had him awfully confused. Still, he couldn’t think of a reason not to allow the young woman to sit next to him!

For starters, she was an extraordinary beauty! Even in the dark of the theater – with a threesome on the screen copulating wildly (their noisy lovemaking making it even harder on poor Doug as he surreptitiously eyed Emma beside him) – he could tell that. The girl was on the petite side – possibly five-three or five-four (it was the latter), but she was slim and leggy with a huge set of knockers that he could swear were double-D’s. There was no doubt in Doug’s mind that Emma was young, because she looked sixteen to him. However, he guessed she was eighteen or nineteen because of the adult-only age limit of the establishment. She had absolutely angelic model-like features – from her pouty red lips, high-cheek bones, big blue eyes, and perfect complexion. Her pale face seemed to almost glow with creamy, porcelain skin – utterly fantastic. She didn’t seem to have much make-up on – only black mascara, silvery-glitter eye-shadow, and thick red lip-gloss – the type that made men shiver in lust. Her glorious mane of golden tresses cascaded down her back like a waterfall all the way to the small of her back, ending with curvy waves. It was parted on the left-hand side, with a single cute, bright red hairclip keeping her long bangs out of her eyes.

Emma had poured herself into a sexy little dress that exposed a lot of her voluptuous figure. It astounded Doug at how daring the blonde was in such a notorious setting! She wore a one-piece mini-dress that was white above the waist and then had wide horizontal red and white stripes for the skirt part. The top portion was tight, clinging to Emma like a second skin with a shoulder-less, strapless design. Basically it was thin piece of material was wrapped around Emma’s torso around the girl’s mid-section, not only showing off her thin waist, but more importantly displaying her rather massive rack. The dress only came up just past her nipples, leaving the top of Emma’s shoulders and swelling breasts magnificently bare. And Doug could tell the blonde wasn’t wearing a bra because, well, there simply wasn’t enough room for one! In fact, the dress’s escort eryaman top was too sheer and stretchy because he could see the girl’s nipples poking out of the thin fabric easily, even though he was in a darkened theater.

The tight top suddenly turned into a skirt at the girl’s hips, flowing out in a bell-shaped curve, flared so that it wasn’t very tight at all. Yet while the skirt wasn’t clingy, it was still very mini. Dangerously so. Doug loved girls in short skirts, so the amount of Emma’s long, slim legs being displayed suited him quite satisfactory. Her bare, slinky legs just seemed so … exposed! And a tremendous amount of thigh was showing as well, which again Doug didn’t mind. It’s just that every time the petite beauty shifted in her seat it seemed as if the skirt moved higher and higher up her thighs – and it was driving the man crazy!

The only other thing that Doug could see that the girl sitting beside him had on were a pair of outrageously chic white stiletto platform ankle booties – one inch platform and six inch heels that fit the blonde to a T. Just sitting next to him with her slender legs crossed, her one foot swaying slightly back and forth in those killer ankle boots had a mesmerizing effect on the man.

Her whole entire package was boner-inducing to the max! He was horny, of course, from watching the X-rated feature on the screen, but now that there was a hot little number right beside him the tension became unbearably high. Doug had trouble keeping himself from sneaking quick glances at his new seatmate. His hungry eyes darted back and forth to Emma’s huge tits, to the nipples poking out of her thin dress, to the shortness of her skirt, to her cute heels, and finally to her long, stunningly bare and silky legs.

And the funny thing was that the lovely girl didn’t even seem to notice his awkward, flitting glances. Doug was a nice guy and a gentlemen, but he was still a man! He couldn’t comprehend why Emma was sitting next to him in a lurid porno theater in the first place, as she seemed much more suited to a posh club or lounge. So while he didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable, it was hard not to steal some glances, but the funny thing was that the voluptuous blonde didn’t seem agitated or even aware of his lustful gaze!

The truth was simple, however. Emma was just doing her job. The nineteen year-old was an employee of Slurp-O-Gram, a company that provided blowjobs (or cunnilingus) to customers who wanted someone special in their life to, well, have a memorable sexual experience. The gorgeous blonde was just about to do that for Doug, the lucky recipient of the night.

She was new at the job, and Doug was only her third client so far. Her first two customer’s had been thrilled with her services and her manager was pleased enough that Emma’s performance ratings were through the roof. Of course that was to be expected given the nature of the service, the exquisite beauty of the employee, and last, but not least, her exceptional oral talents and skills.

Emma was a natural born cock-sucker. She had always been good at giving head, with penises of all sizes. However, Emma was particular gifted at orally servicing big dicks. Management had found this out during the course of her interview and onboarding into the company. She had three interviews to complete before she was hired; each interview began with the typical questions one might expect during a job interview but each one ended with a bout of hot oral sex – specifically with Emma on her knees sucking her interviewer’s erection and swallowing hot juicy loads of cum down her gulping throat.

At first the young woman was a little embarrassed and put-off by the blowjobs, but once she was hired, and was required to perform even more head to other male managers and higher-ups, she gradually understood it was to ensure the quality of her work. After all, the only way that Slurp-O-Gram was to know what type of service they were giving their customers was to have intimate knowledge of the oral skills that their employees provided, right?

She finally figured that out after her twentieth blowjob at the company main offices.

But Emma enjoyed giving blowjobs. She loved that something she was good at gave joy to so many men. And it didn’t hurt that the money was great!

Then the girl leaned against Doug, so that their shoulders and legs touched. He flinched a little but didn’t say anything. Doug had ordered a medium sized bag along with a medium Coke, and he kept himself busy by shoving buttery popcorn into his mouth. Since they were in the back row, he could see about a dozen other men in the dark theater, all scattered about and no doubt jacking themselves off. Doug wondered what they would think if they turned their heads and looked back to see this stunning beauty leaning up next to him?

“Can I have some popcorn?” Emma asked brazenly. She flashed him a wide grin, displaying her perfect teeth at the same time.

Nodding his head, Doug was ankara escort about to give his bag over to the blonde but she surprised him by reaching over and taking a handful herself. The bag of popcorn sat between his legs but she didn’t seem to have any worries in sharing it in that manner. The man watched her in wonder as she finished up the popcorn and then reached over once again, this time for his drink. She winked at him saucily before taking a long sip. Next she grabbed another handful of popcorn. This time, however, she ‘accidentally’ let a few pieces of popcorn drop onto his crotch.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed, looking worried.

“It’s alright -” began Doug, before he stopped in midsentence, sucking in his breath.

The luscious teenager had placed her left hand right in-between his legs, searching for the loose popcorn. He was totally surprised.

“Hey … you don’t … you don’t have to do that…”

Emma leaned over even more, invading Doug’s personal space even further. She had found one of the kernels and threw it to the floor. But now her hand was back in-between the man’s legs, reaching deep, grasping his genitals through his pants, and rubbing his erection with her fingers and hands.

She licked her big, pouty red lips. “I couldn’t find the other kernels … but … but I couldn’t help but notice how hard you are, mister…”

God, was she going to call the cops on him or something? Doug groaned and was a loss for words. He stammered, “Shit! I’m … I mean … you weren’t supposed to put your hands there, honey!”

“It’s alright … I’m a big girl!” whispered Emma in a sultry voice, her big blue eyes locked onto his. She didn’t stop touching him, and instead began to really knead and massage his genitals.

The shift in tone wasn’t subtle at all. One moment the girl’s hand had been fishing for popcorn between his thighs and popcorn bag, the next she had his balls (still inside his trousers) in her hands and was squeezing it rather enthusiastically. Emma also fondled the rigid member through the material of his pants, tugging it up and down as best she could through the fabric. Still, it felt fantastic – all more so because of the public environment and what was happening on-screen. The porno being played on the big screen was Anal Blazing Glory – a simple story of a young brunette getting fucked in the ass a whole lot. At the moment the starlet was getting tag-teamed by a trio of hung studs, each taking turns pounding her asshole or enjoying her mouth. Watching the action on-screen and then turning his attention to the blonde slut next to him, massaging his crown jewels, was like a dream come true.

The best part was that Emma was vastly more gorgeous than the brunette in the movie.

“Are you one of those nymphomaniacs?” he whispers, watching in awe as the girl began pulling down his zipper. Was this really happening?

The blonde giggled in delight. “No! Well … not really! It’s just that … I like to watch porno movies … and it makes me a bit horny! Is that so bad?” She looked over at Doug with a pouty frown. Emma had made up her story on the spot. The client said that he didn’t want Doug to know that he was getting a paid blowjob – it had to seem as if Emma wanted to give him head.

He shook his head vehemently. “Of course not!”

“Awww … you’re so sweet, Doug!” Emma cooed into the man’s ear. “Because you’re such a nice guy, I want to give you something extra special!”

Doug shivered because the nineteen year-old had his erection pulled out of his zipper and boxers, lightly caressing it with her soft fingers as if promising more to come. Even that was more than Doug had hoped for in a crummy porno theater that night. Usually when he frequented the place he didn’t always jerk-off, he just liked to watch hot girls getting fucked. Once in a while he’d pull out his wiener and masturbate like the rest of the losers in the dark theater, but he’d never thought he’d ever have someone- who was a total babe! – give him a hand-job.

There was a moment when time felt like it was suspended. Doug’s six inch erection, as rock-hard as it ever was going to be, had dainty hands wrapped around it with. Those hands were very lovely and delicate, the fingernails carefully painted with gleaming red nail polish. Emma stared at the cock in the palm of her hand, enjoying its heft and feel in her hand, a nice circumcised penis. It throbbed in tune with the blue-collar man’s racing heartbeat, the veiny shaft’s skin silky smooth and its purplish mushroom head especially thick and bulbous. It stunk a little, which made Doug worried since he had been working double-shifts and hadn’t taken a shower for two days, but the girl didn’t say a word.

Emma herself was a bit nervous. She was still new at Slurp-O-Gram, after all. What also had her pulse pounding was the fact that Emma was excited about giving head to the man. The public escapade, which meant someone could easily catch her in the elvakent escort act of sucking the dick of another man, made her undeniably wet inside her tiny skirt. It didn’t hurt that his cock was larger than everyone at her company – all her co-workers, managers, and executives she had sucked off had all been victims of small packages, always leaving the young woman a little bit disappointed in pretty much all of her training sessions.

“What … what are you going to give me?” Doug asked, his throat dry.

“If you give me a kiss, I’ll tell you…” she said coyly, tilting her head towards him, still with his cock in her hand.

Her lips were parted halfway, edges curved upwards just a smidge to suggest a slight grin, or perhaps the hint of pleasure. Emma’s lips shimmered deep red and sparkly in the low light, the liquid sheen of lip-gloss looking glamorously wet, shiny, and oh-so erotic. Doug would have given his left nut to plant his lips on the gorgeous blonde, so he wasted no time giving in to her surprising request. He leaned over and tasted paradise.

The hot little minx tasted like strawberries. It was probably some gum she had been chewing before she arrived at the porno theater, but she seemed so sweet, so fresh, and so intoxicating it nearly took away Doug’s breath. Even better, Emma parted her plump lips invitingly and the man’s rapacious tongue delved into her mouth, only to be met by her long, slender tongue in return.

He feasted on the blonde’s lips, hungrily kissing and going deeper and deeper. They swapped saliva, tasting one another amorously, the girl matching his passion and ardor. Doug wished he had brushed his teeth that day and knew he tasted of the hamburger he had eaten for dinner and stale cigarettes, but Emma didn’t complain and he didn’t care either, so the thought flitted out of his mind.

As her tongue curled around his, rasping against his teeth playfully, Emma started to stroke his hardness with one hand. Each time she came to the sensitive mushroom top she used her nimble fingers to toy with it, teasing him so enticingly that it had Doug shivering in his seat. Then she resumed her languorous tugging of his dick.

They kissed for quite a long time, the blonde’s hand gradually becoming faster and faster on his erection. They looked like a couple, and indeed the circumstances might have seemed more romantic if it weren’t for the pornographic movie playing in front of them and the raunchy sounds of sex emanating from the theater speakers. Still, it was a moment neither of them would ever forget.

Doug’s hand nervously ran up Emma’s silky thigh, up her slim waist, and then underneath one humungous breast. She moaned – not in objection, but more like an inviting purr. As he groped her tit, Doug was in shocked disbelief. Usually on his dates he went home empty-handed in rejection. Even his last girlfriend only allowed him to kiss her on their third date. This wicked vixen was allowing him to access to her breasts without any reluctance at all – and she was giving him an intense hand-job as well!

It seemed too good to be true, but if it were a dream he didn’t want to wake up. He continued fondling her awesome titties in delight. Emma’s boobs were fucking exceptional by any standard. They felt huge and heavy in his hands, but wonderfully soft and pillowy. Doug was a breast-man himself and he was literally in awe at the perfection of Emma’s plump jugs – she was spectacular in every way, shape, and form. And the best part was that the girl’s sweet titties were completely natural. There definitely wasn’t any silicone here!

Daring to go further, Doug began pinching Emma’s nipples through the thin fabric of her white dress. He could tell the girl was aroused due to how hard her tender buds were. They had been poking out through the tight, flimsy material, and he found them irresistible to play with. Emma didn’t protest so Doug went even further, slipping some fingers into the top of her dress to directly molest her nipples themselves! It was the easiest thing in the world to do since the teenager’s outfit was armless, shoulder-less, and strapless. Her only response was to moan out even more sensually.

The pair spent a few minutes with their lips locked together, Emma robustly tugging on cock while Doug concentrated on her lovely pair of breasts. Slowly but surely the man’s fingers caused the dress to slip down her so that her nipples were bare and free, which Doug pinched, pulled, and twiddled to his heart’s content. As he did so, Emma leaned in closer, pressing more of her nubile figure against a complete stranger, growing hornier by the minute.

His desire to taste her nipples became too strong! Pulling away from Emma’s lips (almost regretfully, Doug then lifted one of her tits up to his mouth, hungrily popping the nipple between his lips and twirled away with his tongue, almost viciously. Emma groaned and arched her back in the creaky movie theater seat, but more importantly she never stopped him. Taking her silence as consent, the man began going from one nipple to the next. His tongue licked away devilishly as he sucked, then chewed, on her twin strawberry buds while trying not to make his lip-smacking noises too loud in the dim theater.

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Larry lived in an incredible condo in the South of Market Area in San Francisco, and the nicest thing about his place was the rooftop pool, Jacuzzi and the amazing view of the bay bridge. The pool was kept warm enough to swim in year round and the roof had windscreens and heaters so one didn’t mind wearing a swimsuit (or less after dark). Larry often held parties on the roof and more than a few times people ended up in the pool in whatever they dared to bare. Larry usually invited David to his parties as David made an excellent bartender, both personable and being a very light drinker, tended not to get drunk and obnoxious with the female guests.

David loved coming to these parties and being the bartender, since, as he often would say, “one way to make sure you meet and get to talk to EVERYONE,” Having recently separated from his girlfriend of 2 years, he enjoyed being able to talk with someone other than his cat. David arrived early and helped set up the bar on the roof and chatted with several of the early arrivals. He overheard that Larry’s sister was down from Canada with a friend of hers, but knowing Larry’s sister, said friend would quite likely be buried under all the guys at the party. David chuckled and served another drink.

About an hour into the evening, a vision of loveliness broke out of the crowd escort eryaman and asked David for a drink. As David was fixing it, he introduced himself and started a conversation as he enjoyed the view of 5’8″, light brown hair, golden skin with full breasts and curves that scream “Woman” rather than waif. She introduced herself as Helen, thanked him and went back to her friends once she received her drink. A short time later, she went back, not for another drink, but to chat.

As it got later, and people started filtering out, someone suggested those who remained to jump into the pool. An apparently popular suggestion because clothes started coming off, some down to skin, others down to underwear. Helen popped back over to the bar in all her naked glory causing David to drop a glass. He gave Helen an embarrassed smile and said, “Thank god for plastic.”

She blushed and said, “I’ll race you too the pool.” David hesitated for a second then stripped to match her nakedness and chased her across the deck, following her graceful racing dive with a more tugboat like flop into the water.

In the pool, their talk continued, and as the conversation became more personal, they found themselves moving closer, touching as they laughed at a shared joke. The touches became light caresses and he noticed her warmth along his side ankara escort and chest. She seemed to raise the temperature of the water 10 degrees. Or was it him feeling her soft breasts against his chest? Arms seemed to naturally circle each other as the conversation moved from intimate to sensual, until that first kiss. Tentative but sweet, she sighed as they broke, his arms wrapped around her waist as her hands cupped the back of his head. The next kiss they shared more, tongues lightly dancing together he found her long legs wrapped around his waist so he moved his hands to hold her round sweet ass as he pulled her closer to him. Both shuddered and moaned at the intensity and jolt of feelings that kiss shot through them.

The kisses became more intense and the caresses became tweaks of nipples and kisses(sucking?) of erect dark areolas. His tongue flicked across the peak of her nipple, sending a shudder of pleasure through her body. She whimpered and pressed herself against him, grinding her nether lips across his hardening cock as she brushed her lips over his throat and sucked his ear lobe. He moaned and replied in kind as he slipped a hand between them to tease her soft curls. He pressed lower to tease her clit, causing her to cry out in shock and pleasure as his finger rolled over her bud. Bucking elvakent escort against him, the angle shifted and she impaled herself on him, his shaft sliding to a perfect fit in her sheath. This brought a cry from her very soul as the needed fulfillment brought her over the top and she shuddered with her climax. She wrapped herself around him forcing them both to stillness without a muscle moving except for the clenching and unclenching of her inner muscles around his shaft.

As her breathing calmed and she recovered from the sudden climax of that first entry, she relaxed and moved over him. Rocking her pelvis, meeting the thrust of his cock, building slowly, taking him deepl. Their thrusts increased in intensity and speed, causing whimpers and groans from each, as she reached her peak again, the clenching of her body causing him to explode, filling her with the molten fluids of his climax.

As they held each other coming down from their shared passion, a voice from the pool deck spoke, “Hey love birds! If you two are quite done, we need to lock the roof for the night.”

They looked up to see Larry’s sister holding two towels with their clothes at her feet. “Come on, hurry, Helen. The taxi is going to be here any minute!”

Helen looked up and shook her head. “No, I think I’m going to take that job offer at SFU.” She looked down at Dave and asked, “Mind putting me up for a few days until I can find an apartment?”

He looked deep into her eyes. “No, I think, if you wish, you’ve already found an apartment. Hope you don’t mind my decorating.”

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Soon after the captain announced the final approach to Manchester and the passengers began to wake. Passport control passed by in a haze and Francesca wondered how this liaison would end as she waited at the baggage carousel. Michael hadn’t said much since they landed, reverting to the stranger he had been before, a vague familiarity. She had seen him walk to the gents and was relieved to see her suitcase coming.

As she picked up her case she heard a voice behind her.

‘You need a hand with that?’ Michael smiled, taking the case without waiting for an answer. She smiled and nodded as they walked through the arrivals hall. He was still distant and she suddenly realised she needed to get a taxi.

‘Hey I need to be going the other way to get a taxi home.’

‘You’ll be waiting for ages for one! Friday night, week before Christmas, it’s 1am now.’ He paused, seeing the nervous look on her face. The wild cock sucking slut he’d facefucked on the plane looked vulnerable again. He liked both, he could have some real fun with this girl. ‘Look I could drive you home, you live far away?’

She thought about replying with a sexy sarcastic remark, but his attitude was businesslike, almost like a different person. ‘Well, not really, about fifteen miles away.’

‘Oh that’s nothing! 20 minutes at this time of night! You don’t have to, but you can see my ID, I’m a real captain, you can trust me.’

She thought for a moment. She liked him despite his change in attitude. She smiled and nodded as they walked out towards the car park. The freezing air hit her as they walked the dimly lit walkway to the car park. Suddenly realising they were alone, Francesca paused for a moment, hoping she hadn’t made a terrible mistake. Michael turned and smiled, coming closer and wrapping his hands around her, placing them on her arse as his lips found hers, his tongue eagerly seeking hers as they ferociously kissed.

He pulled away and kissed her neck and beckoned her to carry on walking with him.

‘I had to be careful back there’ he explained. ‘That place is awful for gossip at the best of times and I need to be seen as professional at all times.’ He laughed, the cool exterior she’d seen in the terminal gone now. ‘I’ve never done anything like that either, I mean with a passenger and at work, you know?’

I laugh as we stop at your car, you putting my case in the boot and opening the door for me.

‘Well, I don’t do stuff like this, I mean, that either, I just, I dunno, eryamanda yeni escortlar it just felt so…’

‘Shhhh.’ Michael whispered as his lips met Francesca’s again. With more room in the car his hands roamed her body as her gentle touch explored him. Francesca was so wet again. She wanted Michael to fuck her and knew he wanted the same.

She pulled away and looked into his eyes.

‘Make love to me’ she whispered. Her words made Michael throb as he kissed her and started to drive.

‘I’m going to. You sexy sexy girl!’ He smiled, driving faster as they approached the motorway.

Vaguely aware of her surroundings Francesca noticed he wasn’t heading towards her home, but she didn’t mind. She wanted his cock and was going to enjoy it.

His left hand stroked her thighs as he drove whilst Francesca massaged his cock and thighs.

After short drive down a country lane, they parked at a large country hotel.

‘Wait here.’ He whispered as he kissed her lips. She nodded and watched him disappear into the hotel.

Minutes later and Michael returned and led the way into a building behind the main hotel with bedrooms. Francesca was nervous but excited, sucking that cock with her mouth had made her pussy even hungrier for a fucking.

They soon arrived at their room and she grinned at the sight of the four poster bed and the deep red bed linen. The door closed firmly behind them and Michael gently kissed her, sliding his hands up her dress and lifting it over her head in the process. The sight of her in just her black lingerie made his cock leak even more as it throbbed uncontrollably. Her full breasts looked so inviting in her black lace push up bra. Her matching thong displayed her round arse perfectly. Francesca’s skilled hands wasted no time and she unfastened his trousers and revealed his hard cock and shaven balls.

‘On your knees.’ He commanded, masterfully as she kneeled, smiling.

‘Mmm good girl.’ Michael smiled, stroking Francesca’s pretty face with his cock. Knowing what he wanted, she wasted no time in sucking his length, allowing every drop of precum to trickle onto her tongue and down her throat. She stopped for a moment to lick his balls and groaned as Michael pushed his balls into her mouth, holding her head for support so she could hardly move. His balls felt and tasted so good, so soft and smooth and big. She teased with her tongue and felt her clit throbbing.

She needed him to fuck her badly. He knew sincan escort bayan what she wanted too and he badly needed to stretch the tight pussy he’d played with. Wasting no time he stood and held her hand to pull her to her feet. Slipping her knickers and bra off he thought it a waste to take the stockings off, so he left them as he slowly kissed his way up her leg and to her pussy, savouring her sweet aroma as he got closer, he eagerly flicked his tongue at her swollen pink lips. Tenderly licking the outside he used his fingers to part her pussy lips and allow him a good look inside her sweet little hole. He couldn’t believe how tight it looked and he pressed his tongue against her opening. He was sure she couldn’t be a virgin, she sucked too well to be, but she was incredibly tight.

Francesca writhed in Michael’s grasp as his tongue explored her. She was desperate to be filled and she cried out for him to fuck her.

Needing no encouragement Michael knelt between her legs and eased himself down on top of her as his cock pressed against her tight entrance.

‘Shouldn’t we use a…’ Francesca started. Before she could finish Michael’s tongue probed her mouth, silencing her as his cock pushed all the way inside her narrow young cunt.

Fuck he’s big Francesca thought as Michael’s cock pushed her apart. He pulled away from her lips as he slowly and steadily thrust in and out of her glistening pussy. Needful moans filled the room as Michael thrust harder and faster, his hands roughly pushing Francesca’s legs onto his shoulders. The depth of his penetration sent Francesca into a frenzy, screaming in pleasure as she came, her hands holding the duvet for dear life.

Michael tried desperately not to cum as Francesca came over his cock. Her pussy cum made her cunt so slippery he could pound her all night. He gripped her legs tighter and rested his full weight on her so she could feel the full force of his cock with every hard thrust. Her juices splashed against his balls and he ground his cock into her.

Deciding to be more dominant he wanted her on her knees. Obliging, Francesca bent over, allowing him a good look at her tight arsehole too. He could barely see how he’d get a finger in there, but where there’s a will there’s a way, he thought.

On all fours, Francesca gasped as Michael eased into her cunt. Expecting him to fuck her hard and fast he stayed still, his fingers working their way around her juices. Suddenly she knew ankara escort what he was doing as his finger eased into her arse. All the way until he knew it was as deep as it could go, and then he pounded her. Francesca had never been fucked so hard in her life. She’d gone wild with her toys before but never this hard for fear of hurting herself. Michael slapped her arse hard and admired the red mark his hand left. Reaching down with his free hand he gripped her tits and pinched her nipples, his chest against her back and his mouth nibbling her ears and neck.

‘Fuck you are fuckable Francesca!’ He breathlessly whispered into her ear. Her pussy was wild now and just as she thought she couldn’t get any more pleasure she felt her arse stretched even more by a second finger.

‘Arghhh oh FUCK!!!!!!’ She cried, feeling pain and pleasure together. His fingers working her arse she knew he was stretching her to her limits. She could hardly stand the sensations any longer and came for the third time, her cries louder this time. Michael was a man possessed as he felt his orgasm approaching. Pulling out of her pussy he slid his cock almost all the way into her arse, splitting her hole roughly before exploding deep within her virgin arse, burying three fingers in her dripping pussy to make sure she was filled. Francesca yelped in pain as Michael’s cock impaled her arse. Yet pleasure took over as she felt hot jets of cum filling her forbidden hole. The sensation of Michael’s fingers stuffed in her pussy drove her crazy. Lying still she let Michael finish pumping before he gently slipped out, careful not to hurt her and turned her body over. Her hair was stuck to her face and her eye make-up running down her face, making her look a total slut. He loved it and loved the pink glow her orgasms had given her.

‘Open wide’ he grinned as his cock approached her face. She was relieved to see how clean it was, apart from the cum dripping off the end. Eager not to waste any she licked his head and sucked him clean. Her sucking was so good he felt his cock harden again. He shouldn’t be able to recover so quickly but his cock was wild. He could feel his orgasm building as he gripped Francesca’s pretty face and roughly fucked her mouth. He didn’t last long and he cried out as he filled her throat with cum again. Moaning as she swallowed every drop without stopping for breath, this girl loved his cum.

Finally withdrawing from her mouth he looked down at her and smiled. She looked vulnerable again, but with a slutty look too. He kissed her forehead and pulled her body close to him as she held him. He stroked her soft skin and kissed her once more before he closed his eyes. Francesca was already sleeping and both were thinking of what the morning would bring.

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“Luke wants to fuck me.”

Another Saturday, another visit from Jess on the way to the shops. So good having her pop in to see him.

“Course he does. Natural for him and I bet you do too. Don’t forget the condom.”

“Of course I do, and would like to do it with you too but I’m not forgoing my five hundred pounds.”

“You are from me. I can’t justify – especially as I’ll have to wear a condom too and I don’t much like them.”

“What about when you were married.”

He did not like being reminded. “She was on the Pill.”

Jim had never taken a girl’s virginity. The whole idea had a certain excitement to it. The idea of being first but not for five hundred pounds – no way!

It was not something he had meant to mention to anyone. Despite Jess asking him, more than once, if he had any friends he could ‘recommend’ her services to, he had had no intention of suggesting anyone. He had very much a soft spot from the girl. To say he felt a parental responsibility would have been rather overdoing it, particularly with what he had paid her to do but certainly he felt in the role of an honorary uncle. He did not want Jess to be hurt in any way or in any serious fashion to go ‘on the game.’ A little selfish in keeping Jess to himself? Well, maybe that as well.

It was when sitting in a pub talking to his old school friend, Charlie Sands, that it had sort of come out. Charlie like him was a divorcee. It seemed to have happened to quite a few of his friends. Rather more than perhaps might have been expected. Charlie had been asking whether he had been ‘going out’ and he had said no and found it was the same for Charlie. “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,” Charlie had said. “Of course, I shouldn’t be looking at the secretaries but more someone of my own age.”

Jim had nodded thinking of just how young Jess was.

“One misses… I mean…” Charlie went on bemoaning the lack of sex. “How long since you’ve…”

It was perhaps the look on his face that gave the game away. The reality was Jess had blown him that very afternoon. Charlie had picked up on the expression and had not let it alone. Eventually Jim had revealed all about Jess and him.

Charlie had pressed him, bought another round of drinks, and looked increasingly excited.

“Five hundred pounds wouldn’t bother me, Jim. I don’t boast, but my business has done rather well. Might even be able to slip it through the books as expenses and save on the tax. That’d knock a lot off the price.” A pause, “But even so five hundred pounds for…”

Jim rather doubted Jess’ receipt would quite pass the eagle eye of his accountant or the Revenue!

Charlie, though, was not a bad looking bloke. A little large maybe and he was not sure Jess would take to his big bushy beard but he had money and Jim knew him well enough to recommend him to Jess. It was not what he had intended but one other bloke using Jess’ services would not matter – not really. And Jess did want that five hundred pounds.

“I’ll speak to her.”

“Would you? Please. It’d be… eighteen you say?”

“She’s eighteen. You’ll need the Durex, she’s not on the Pill.”

“I’ve had the Snip, Jim, just before the divorce. I think she got me to do it on purpose. Maybe that’s unfair but… I don’t know. Took a lot of my money and also left me infertile. Hey, ho. You live and learn. So I can do the deed with my todger naked and unadorned by latex. Yeah, Jim – the idea! Another pint?”

Jess was enthusiastic – really enthusiastic. “No negotiation? He just accepted my price?”

Jim smiled, “Seemed to. I’d hold him to it.”

“I’d better give you your commission.”

“Oh, oh, I hadn’t thought of it like that but well, I suppose…”

She was already undoing the buttons to her blouse. “What would you like Jim? Anything but a fuck.”

Jim was not sure really about Jess ‘branching out.’ It was not mere selfishness on his part – keeping her to himself – but he did not, really, like the way Jess was selling herself. He liked the girl too much, did not want her really to go ‘on the game.’ He did not see himself really counting, as a client. Perhaps this was rather delusional but giving her some pocket money and, well, in return she dong a few ‘things’ did not seem quite the same when it was one man – and a man he knew to be ‘safe,’ at that, being himself. If she stopped at Charlie then, well, perhaps that was OK. He did not want her, though, seeing it all as ‘easy money,’ an easy way to a new ‘phone and clothes and… It could get out of hand.

He wondered what Luke would think if he knew.

A concerned Jim spoke again to his old school friend: “You’ll make it nice for her, Charlie, her first time and all. Be gentle.” Jim had been worried but, in the event, he conceded, after the event, that Charlie had done it well. Jim had wanted to make it right for Jess and Charlie had delivered. Jess had been clearly excited when he had driven her to his friend’s house. It was a very much finer house than his own. A real executive house. Jess’ parents were away again, blissfully ignorant of what their eryamandaki escortlar little girl was up to.

Charlie had dressed smartly and it was wonderfully incongruous the way he took and shook her hand at the doorstep – shaking the hand of the girl he was about to fuck, moreover take her virginity and for payment.

A drink first and some pleasant chat.

“Would you like to see the bedroom?”

He had made it nice for Jess with candles and so on. All very tidy and candlelit, the sheets folded back and even a rose on the pillow. It was something special for a young girl’s special day. How many girls lose their virginity to the wrong boy in a rather hurried and not too successful tumble in an unkempt bedroom? It was not going to be like that for Jess.

“Oh,” she said, “oh, it’s so lovely.”

The door had closed behind Charlie and Jess leaving Jim on the other side. He walked back to Charlie’s lounge and sat. Rather difficult just sitting there and knowing in the next room his young friend was probably already being undressed by his old school friend and… he hoped it would be fine for Jess. He was sure it would be for Charlie. He turned on the television.

It was sometime later, two whole programme’s later, that Jim heard a noise and turned from the television. There in the doorway was his Jess, a silk wrap around her and her hair all tousled.

“You OK?” He stood.

She was smiling, “Yes, Jim, I’m fine.”

“It was…?”

“It was nice, Jim. I think Charlie thought so. He was very gentle. Took his time and…” She let the wrap fall open, “did the deed.”

There was blood on her white thighs just as in the stories he had read as a lad when the deflowering of young maidens seemed all the rage.

“Did it hurt?” He was concerned.

“Not really. Would you like to… come second?”

“You mean?”

His friend had unexpectedly paid for Jim to follow on.

“Yes Jim, just what I mean, would you like to fuck an almost virgin?”

It was difficult to believe really. He was actually lying on top of the girl he had watched growing from a little gangling thing into the woman she now was. Not only lying atop her but lying naked on top of her with his penis, iron bar like it seemed to him, actually curving up inside her. He was not quite taking her virginity but very nearly – almost! Charlie had done that, but Jim was so closely following on it was hardly a different time. She was still bloodied after all!

He had rather naughtily – or even unwisely – entered her naked and was conscious he needed to put on a condom, was actually stroking to and fro, flesh to wet flesh inside Jess. It would not do, it would not do but it was just so good.

“How’s things?”

Beside the bed Charlie had appeared wrapped in a towelling robe. He had been showering in the en suite.

“Fine – more than fine. Fantastic. I’ve so wanted to…” Even with Charlie there he gave a thrust of his hips, sliding up into the girl unconcerned that his friend could see his naked bottom.

“Great. Let me know when you’re done and I might – if that’s OK Jess – try again.”

Jim waited for the door to close. “You happy, Jess, to let him… again.”

“Think so. He’s paying very well and this room is so nice. Five hundred pounds and… it’s not exactly hard work! And, Jim…” She kissed him on the lips. “I’ve really wanted to do this with you.” She moved her body against him, moving her vagina on his penis. “And, of course, now I can with Luke.”

Again Jim moved. He had not fucked since he had been with his wife. It was lovely to feel a woman under him again (and not that woman), feel himself embedded between Jess’ thighs… but really he must put that condom on. They were in a packet beside the bed. In and out, in and out, a steady motion. So comfortable, so warm and wet, so unwise.

To his credit Jim had had every intention of putting that condom on, only it always seemed something to do ‘in a minute.’ So good feeling the intimacy not through latex but for real. Ultimately it all got too much for Jim but at least when he realised he had gone too far to have time to put a condom on he withdrew and raised himself upwards. Within the bedclothes, between the two naked people, Jim’s penis spurted what felt to him like powerful jets of cum. Not in Jess’ vagina but all up her body.

He had fucked her, had sexual intercourse with his lovely young neighbour, only not come inside her, even in a condom. He was happy, gloriously happy. Yes, he had not had the mental satisfaction of pulsing within her body but he had been totally naked within her. Had felt on his own shaft and knob the slippery, warm wetness of Jess’ young vagina – OK aided by Charlie’s semen but, so what! Jim had used the withdrawal method of contraception, he had simply spurted up onto Jess’ tummy.

Jim let himself down, careful not to let his shrinking penis drop between the girls thighs. Instead he squashed it against her filigree of hair and felt his semen, warm on her tummy being squashed and spread by his own weight. He kissed Jess on her forehead. etimesgut bayan escort A tender kiss. Not that of a boyfriend or lover but more that of a favoured uncle to his special niece.

Jim had not been surprised to find Charlie wanted to do it again with Jess. Certainly, Charlie had done it again with Jess that first time whilst Jim had watched more television. Charlie wanted to enjoy Jess again another time and was perfectly willing to pay for the privilege. Moreover, Charlie had asked him how much it cost to hire Jess for a whole weekend. The word ‘hire’ had seemed to Jim rather sordid but that was what it was and Jess had not, herself, been at all fazed by the idea. Indeed, had quickly come out with a weekend two weeks ahead when her parents would be away and so she could easily absent herself from home ‘on business.’ Luke would be disappointed but Jess wanted the money. She was even keener when she learnt Charlie had a seaside chalet in the dunes on the coast.

“Really? I love the sea.”

“Charlie asked how much?”

“Friday night, Saturday and most of Sunday. Say five fucks or the equivalent at a hundred pounds a fuck, that’s five hundred pounds. Wow! But I suppose a discount for quantity, say four hundred. Do you think that’s too much?”

“Well, I’ll be there too.” Charlie had made that clear and Jim had been more than happy about that. Both so he could look after his young friend in the uncle role he sort of saw himself in but also for other reasons… sex with Jess.

“Oh goody. That’ll be really nice but that’s an extra four hundred less the twenty-five percent discount so seven hundred in all!”

Jess certainly knew her price list.

“I think that’s perhaps a little steep, Jess. I’d call it five hundred. Remember you get to enjoy the sea! Hey, bring Luke along and we’ll call it two hundred.”

Jess had made a face, “Can’t see Luke being too keen on that!”

Jim had quite liked the idea of watching the young couple at it. And Jess had already revealed they had most certainly been ‘at it.’ Luke no doubt having no idea that he was getting for free what others had to pay for!

Charlie had not baulked at the five hundred and had even told Jim to make it six hundred for an ‘all activities’ weekend. Jess had grinned at the extra hundred and readily said ‘OK.’

Jim wondered what it was like for her, what was going through the Jess’ mind as she sat in the back of Charlie’s Mercedes as they drove to the seaside that Friday night. Perhaps girlishly excited by the prospect of a beach weekend – sunbathing, swimming, ices – building sandcastles even though, perhaps at eighteen, rather past that. Yet, despite those thoughts, knowing it would be an adult weekend – a very adult weekend. In the front of the car two middle-aged men who would be having their way with her – but what would that entail? Charlie had been specific in buying an ‘all activities’ weekend for an extra £100 but surely Jess must be wondering what, actually, she had let herself in for. Buggery certainly. Jim was pretty sure, and excited by the idea, that he and Charlie would be easing their penises into her backside – between those lovely cheeks. Charlie would no doubt go first as he was paying but just to see a cock poking into Jess’ bottom would be fantastic enough, to see it slowly sliding in perhaps even going ‘balls deep,’ let alone following on.

Perhaps even double penetration. Fuck! They had both been in her vagina, her bottom looked in prospect so why not one in each place? Why not? Fuck! The two of them taking an eighteen year old together – sweet little Jess – one in each hole. Jim was hard – very hard – at the prospect. But they must not hurt her or upset her. He needed to act the father figure – or step father certainly, given the prospect of where he was going to be putting his knob – quite a few places actually!

Yet there was something about the idea of taking her together that appealed. One either end perhaps and then one in her bottom: one in her snatch… Two mature men corrupting and using one young girl. Quite awful really but… but he was as hard as anything. Buggery, ‘spit roasting’ and then, why not, double penetration? A perhaps once in a lifetime opportunity. The two of them, Charlie and he, old school friends, easing their penises into the girl.

He made some comment to Charlie and wondered if he was as hard as he. Two middle aged men sitting in the front of a Mercedes driving towards the beach both with erections and, in the back seat, the cause of that tumescence – young, nubile and with that delightful chestnut filigree to her pubes.

And then there was the other thing. He had followed Charlie in taking Jess’ virginity but that had been separate. He could not see the beach weekend being like that. There would be nudity, all three naked together in the beach hut and, according to Charlie, on the beach; and there would be erections – together. It was not something that could be avoided, not if they were all naked together and Jess was available. Not if they were, perhaps, ankara escort to enjoy her together. Boys would be boys and ideas would come into their heads… Jim had not seen Charlie like that. Old school friends yes, naked in the school showers yes but they had not looked at girlie mags. together… well, at least not with their cocks out and wanking.

Jess’ girlish delight at the beach hut was a pleasure. ‘Hut’ as a word did not do it justice – ‘chalet’ was better. Old, possibly pre-war, and made of wood but well maintained and regularly painted even if in a rather old fashioned green. There was very little peeling paintwork. It sat on the sand dunes looking out to sea. It was surprisingly on its own, its neighbour hundreds of yards further on and the next even further. The planners would never have allowed it or its distant neighbour nowadays because of spoiling the natural beauty of the coastline but it was probably built pre-planning and there it stood looking rather fine, though a whole parade of tightly adjacent chalets would certainly have spoilt the coast.

“Makes you feel young,” Charlie said with a wink to Jim as the two men descended the wooden steps to the sand and prepared to follow Jess out onto the beach and to the sea. The sun was not yet on the horizon and the slight breeze did not upset their feeling of it being a perfect summer’s evening. “Just look at her.”

The two men looked out across the sand at the naked girl skipping through the gentle waves. Their penises had not drooped one bit as they had come down the steps. Jess had been so enthusiastic wanting to rush out to the sea and they had just told her to go.

“But I haven’t got my bag from the car… my swimming costume.”

Jim had stood with Charlie and Jess on the veranda looking out to sea in the evening sun. There had been no breeze and it had been pleasantly warm Charlie had looked up and down the beach and said he did not see anyone. “Just leave your clothes here and run.”

Jess had looked at Charlie and given her amused smile and done just that. Charlie and he had watched her drop her clothes and then seen the naked girl skipping down the wooden steps and running across the sand, her bottom cheeks moving alternately up and down. She had looked wonderful.

Charlie had turned to Jim, “I’m going to enjoy this weekend.”

Jim had grinned, “Really kind of you to invite me along, Charlie.”

“Plenty enough of her for the two of us, Jim. It’ll be fun. Shall we join her for a swim?”

And they too had stripped there and then as they had watched the girl reach the sea and go paddling. A naked girl on the shoreline.

“Doesn’t she look lovely… and all to ourselves for the weekend. I hope the weather holds.”

Jim smiled back, “still, plenty to do inside, if the rain comes!”

Of course they had stripped off together in the changing rooms at school but never like that – not tumescent. It was not a time to go all shy or embarrassed about showing their erections to each other. It was unlikely they would not be seeing a lot more of each other in a state of sexual excitement over the weekend, not if they were going to play with Jess together!

It was actually rather nice, certainly companionable, to descend the wooden steps naked and erect together and walk across the warm sand to towards the naked young girl. Jim looked up and down the beach. It was safely deserted.

“Anything you would particularly like to do this weekend, Jim?”

Jim pointed.

“Yeah, but that’s a given. We are certainly going to have young Jess, perhaps even before supper, but anything special.”

“I was thinking in the car…”

“I could see…”

“Jess’ bottom…”

“My thoughts exactly. At some point in the weekend I want to ease myself between those cheeks. So sweet, such smooth young skin.”

“Need to be gentle.”

“Plenty of butter.”

“Like ‘Last Tango in Paris’ you mean?”

“Precisely.”

“The best butter.”

“Actually, I think we’ll use olive oil.”

“Extra virgin?”

“Her second virginity! Was your cock first in her mouth?”

“Yep!”

As they talked they got closer. Jim was slightly uncomfortable talking about Jess in quite such a crude way and particularly as if she was just a commodity. It did not lessen his erection though – not one little bit. Nor Charlie’s. So strange to be out in the open like that, walking across the sand to the sea, not simply naked but fully erect. Two men with their horns or fowling pieces at the ready!

Jess had giggled and pointed at them before running further into the sea and launching herself into the water. They had swum with her and had a lovely time doing what people normally do at the seaside when the weather is fine.

Even on a warm summer’s evening the sea in England is never as warm as the Caribbean or the Mediterranean. Not like it at all and, inevitably, the time came to come from the sea and get warm again.

“Let’s run back to the hut,” said Charlie.

And the three of them splashed out of the water and ran. Lovely to see Jess running, her boobs in motion. She in turn might have liked seeing flaccid penises swinging all over the place only having got rather cold the two penises had shrunk away to not a lot. Balls had drawn up into tight scrotums and the penises had become little stubby affairs. There was not much swinging going on.

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The truck had arrived that morning with all of their new furniture. Caron and Scott were so excited to be homeowners at last. They had driven from the closing in the lawyer’s office that morning to meet the truck from the furniture store. When they had decided to move out of their old apartment, they had wanted to treat themselves to a new living room set. Their shopping got out of hand when they went way overboard and bought a new bedroom set, as well.

Scott gave the driver and his crew a nice tip after they had all of the new furniture in place where the proud homeowners wanted it. Caron took Scott by the hand and they quickly set out to test the new mattress.

“I am so freaking happy! Fuck me again. Please, Scott! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, again and again. I want you inside me so bad. I don’t want you to ever leave me. I want you inside me forever.”

“Oh, please Caron. Get off of me. We’ve been screwing for hours. I’ve cum inside you three times and I don’t think I have anything left in me. I’m drained, honey. Get off.”

He pushed her shoulders away from him as she dismounted his penis. She had been riding it all afternoon like a rodeo cowgirl. He rolled over to kiss her breast and suckle her nipple one more time. He slid his fingers inside her, again. He wanted to make sure she was completely satisfied, so he ran his thumb around her clit until she arched her back and her body shuddered with ecstasy. They were so in love, still acting like newlyweds, even though they had been married for five years.

“Now, do you think we can get some sheets on this bed before the movers come back with the second load of furniture?” He was pulling up his pants as he raised his naked ass off their new Tempur-Pedic mattress.

“I love this old house,” said Caron. She pulled the loose sheet up around her naked body.

“I can’t believe we finally bought it. I want to install one of those fancy tin ceilings up there. Do you think we can have a couple of tiles of mirrors up there, too? Would that be keeping with the period of the house, or would that just be me wanting to see your sexy ass rising and falling into me while you make love to me?” She winked at him and pinched his cute little ass before he had a chance to shake everything into his pants.

“C’mon, you horny, Devil,” said Scott, hoping she wouldn’t want an encore of their last love making session.

“Get your butt out of bed. We can consider that mattress christened. I think I hear the truck coming in the driveway. Come on.” He trotted down the back staircase, through the kitchen, and met the movers on the back porch.

“Hi, guys. The boxes are all labeled which room they go to. I guess you can figure out where the furniture belongs. You know–recliner in the den, table in the kitchen. You’ll figure it all out.”

“Wow! I can’t believe you bought the old Smithfield house,” the driver said as he placed a box on the kitchen counter. “You folks must be pretty brave.” His eyes were glancing around the room and up toward the ceiling.

“Hi, I’m Scott Cooper,” he extended his hand to the driver. “What do you mean by that? Is there a problem with the house?” He was still pumping the outstretched hand of the driver.

“You know it’s haunted, don’t you?” The driver looked nervous and his eyes never stopped looking around the room as if he were going to see a puff of smoke appear above my head with a stranger’s face floating in it.

“No. The real estate lady never mentioned that to us. What do you mean when you say, haunted?” Scott escort eryaman was already unpacking the first carton and began to put things away in the cupboard.

“There are ghosts living in here. Spirits. Spooks. Whatever you want to call them, they’re here. This house has been on the market for years. The Smithfield’s would rent it out because they couldn’t sell it. The renters would stay for a couple of months, but they would leave in a hurry.”

“Well the Coopers are here now, and we aren’t going to have uninvited guests for dinner,” Scott stood with his hands firmly planted on his hips. He leaned in closer to the driver and whispered, “Please don’t mention this to my wife. She’s upstairs getting dressed. I don’t want to upset her.”

Caron Cooper fell in love with this house the moment she walked through the front door. It had old-world charm. The foyer had stained glass windows on either side of the entry. A crystal chandelier hung from the center of the ceiling. There was five thousand square feet of rich walnut paneling, wide board hard wood floors made out of oak, three bathrooms, four bedrooms, dining room, parlor, a pantry off the kitchen and two fireplaces. Yeah, it needed some work, but not much. It mostly needed a good cleaning and the cobwebs needed to be swept away from the corners.

They had read some of the history in the local library about the Smithfield family. The house had been left to the great-great granddaughter of Howard Smithfield. He was a jeweler and very well known east of the river for his fine work in creating unique heirloom pieces, mostly brooches and hat pins. The granddaughter loved roses. She had planted one of ever variety in the garden just outside the back door. There is a path between the rose bushes that leads to her tombstone only a hundred feet from the house.

Nonetheless, Caron and Scott were fine with the knowledge of Emily being planted beside her beloved roses. They felt she would be at peace lying next to the things she loved. But, now with the new information of the house being haunted, Scott wasn’t so sure Emily was at peace in the backyard.

It took about a week to get all of their personal belongings put away. All the empty cartons had been tied up and taken to the curb for pick up. The different pieces of furniture had been moved and then moved, again, several times. Caron had worked tediously to get all the window treatments completed, while Scott hung pictures on the walls.

But, Scott had to return to work, which left Caron to tackle the weeds in the rose garden on her own. She loved being outside and fall was a great time to dead head the rose bushes and cut back on all of the damaged canes. The garden had been neglected for so many years and as the new homeowner, she was going to be the one responsible to put the rose bed to sleep for the winter. She wanted it to awake in the spring with color and the wonderful fragrance of rose petals.

By Halloween the leaves had begun to fall and scatter about between the plants. Caron could see at the end of the path how they would accumulate around Emily’s tombstone. She would rake away the leaves around her marker every day, but every night the leaves would return. It was almost as if someone was trying to cover Emily with a blanket to keep her warm for the winter.

“I worked in the rose garden almost all day today, honey. How was your day?” Caron was carrying a chaffing dish into the dining room to have their evening meal together.

“I’m tired tonight. I think I’ll go to bed early.” ankara escort Scott was pouring a glass of wine for each of them.

“Oh, this is the first time I’ve had a chance to sit down today. Maybe I’ll join you in that bed as soon as I can get the kitchen cleaned up after dinner.” She took a sip of the wine. “This is a good choice for dinner, honey. What year is it?” She took another sip of the wine, a bite of the beef tenderloin, and another sip of the wine. “Mmm, very good.”

“That’s a ’95. It was a great year for red in California. The beef is excellent, sweetie. You’ve outdone yourself today between all of your yard work and this excellent dinner.”

“Thank you.”

“I’d love to have you join me in that early bedtime tonight, sweetie.” Scott smiled and reached over to Caron’s breast and gave her nipple a playful squeeze. Caron had a wonderful bosom. Scott always had a difficult time keeping his hands off of her full-size breasts. Sometimes when they made love, he would kiss her breasts before he would kiss her lips. He was a boob man. He loved the weight of them in his hands. He had a way of making her nipples hard just by looking at them. Oh, yeah. He couldn’t wait to get her into bed tonight and suck on those nipples. He could feel his cock begin to grow beneath the table.

“I can get the kitchen cleaned up in a hurry, honey.” Caron ran her tongue along the edge of her wine glass. Then, she ran her tongue from the bottom of the glass up to the rim, drawing out a long noisy mouthful of wine as if she was sucking cum out of his penis.

The table was cleared quickly and the empty bottle of cabernet was placed into the recycle bin just before they made their way up the back staircase to their bedroom. Scott left his tie on the banister. Caron’s shoes were left in the stairway. Each of them stripped as they climbed their way to their love nest, shirt in the hallway, blouse left on the doorknob.

They reached the bed with full passion for each other. His cock was hard when she took it into her hand to stroke it. The tip was already oozing with pre-cum as she lowered her mouth to lick it dry. Her tongue circled the tip just as it had circled the glass of wine while they dined together just a few moments ago.

His hands reached for her breasts to caress. His lips surrounded her nipples and sucked gently at first. Then, his passion for her took control of his lustful thoughts as he couldn’t wait any longer to enter her. He spread her legs and guided his eager cock into her love canal; slowly, at first. She began to moan and move her hips in rhythm to his every thrust. Pump after pump, her moans turned into grunt after grunt as her nails dug deeper into his butt as she tried to pull him even deeper inside of her.

“Come on, Scott. Make me cum. Make me scream. Yeah, baby. That’s it. That’s it. Yes. Do it, do it, baby. Yah, y’ess!” Her back arched and he could feel the quiver come from inside her body as he released his passion inside of her.

“Ahh, Caron. That was great. You certainly do bring out the best in me. I love you.” With a complete release of all of the tensions from the day, Scott laid his head on his pillow and slowly drifted into a dream.

Caron reached for the sheet as a chill had suddenly taken over the room. After her long, hard day of yard work and a satisfying love making session with her husband, she was quickly asleep, too.

Scott lay on his back in a deep sleep while he began to dream of Caron holding his cock in his hand. She began to elvakent escort stroke him as she always did. He could feel his cock start to rise beneath the sheet as her hand completely surrounded his shaft like it had never done before. Her movement was faster than her normal stoking. He wondered if he was masturbating or if she had perfected her touch.

He fell deeper into his sleep and deeper into his dream about his wife jerking him off. She had never touched him like this before in their five years of marriage. It felt so good even if it was just a dream, and yet, if felt so real. He could feel his hips begin to rock slowly toward her strokes. Her hand moved faster and his hips rose to every downward stroke. He could feel the warm sensation of her mouth surround the tip of his cock. Her tongue circled around and around, then suddenly, he thrust his ready cock deep inside her waiting mouth and deeper than she had ever taken him before.

Caron had never allowed him to cum inside her mouth. She didn’t swallow. But, in his dream, she wouldn’t let go. He continued to fuck her mouth. Her lips firmly around his cock and her hand kept stroking as fast as her mouth was rising and falling on his cock.

She began to suck while guiding her mouth up and down until the pressure was finally too much for him to take and he had to release his love into her. He tried to hold it back, but he couldn’t. It exploded inside her and he heard her swallow. He felt his cum drain down her throat. Finally! Finally, she had accepted him inside her mouth.

Almost awake from his deep sleep and not willing to leave his dream behind, he reached for her head between his legs to stroke her long blonde hair and to say thank you. But, his hand touched something unfamiliar and he began to awake. His hand was stroking long hair, but it was curly. Something he had never felt before. It wasn’t Caron’s head. But, whose was it? He reached for it, again. He played with the hair between his thumb and his index fingers. He could fell himself gently coming out of the dream and becoming more alert, but he didn’t want to leave the dream behind. It was a wonderful dream of his wife giving him a blow job that he had always wished to happen.

Scott slowly raised his head and looked down, but before his eyes could focus in the dimly lit bedroom, she was gone. Was there someone there? Did he actually feel that long curly hair? Was it really a dream? He shivered and shook his head. It seemed so real to him.

He was suddenly cold and reached for the blanket. Caron was sound asleep next to him. He rolled over and drifted back to sleep.

The next morning, Caron was up early, long before Scott had to be at work. She had been in the basement poking in some old boxes left behind by previous tenants. When Scott came into the kitchen for his coffee, Caron was just coming up the basement steps carrying a dust covered box.

“Look what I found in the basement.”

“What’s that?” He set his cup down to help her with the box.

“It’s full of pictures of the Smithfield family. Look! Here’s a picture of Emily. She’s the one who is buried out back in the rose garden. She was beautiful. Look at her. She had long, red curly hair. I think she was only thirty when she died.” Caron turned the photograph toward Scott so he could see her, too.

Scott took a sip of his coffee at the same time he looked at Emily’s picture. Coffee spewed halfway across the kitchen.

“Are you okay, Scott? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

*****

Happy Halloween! I hope you enjoyed my little tale. Please help me to celebrate my birthday by taking a few more seconds to vote on this contest story. Be kind. I’ve never been this old before.

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‘Now boarding rows 15 and higher. Rows 15 and higher please.”

The ticket agents’ practiced voice roused a few more passengers to get up off of the terminal’s chairs and que up with their carry-on luggage in front of the gate. Tim also stood up and walked over to the line, wondering at the tourist-families who always felt they should push to the front even before their row was called, as if the plane would just take off unexpectedly. No wonder the Brits sometimes roll their eyes at us Americans. He smiled as he gave his ticket to the agent, and walked down the tunnel to the plane.

Tim didn’t look like a tourist, or at least he didn’t think so. He was dressed in dark trousers, a black wool jacket and black leather shoes, his short light hair combed neatly. He walked quickly, but didn’t hurry, and carried only a soft grey briefcase.

Patiently, he waited for the passengers in front of him to ‘safely stow their luggage in the overhead compartments’ and sit down, as he made his way through the A330 to his seat, 17F. A window seat, he noted as he sat down. Well, most of the flight to LaGuardia would be at night over the Atlantic, but at least he would be able to see London’s lights as they took off.

He was watching the handlers load the luggage out the window when he noticed he had a neighbor. It was a pretty young woman, early 20’s maybe. Blonde hair slightly past her shoulders, curvy figure, round face and pert nose. She wore a green polarfleece and sweatpants, and was shuffling around in her bag under the seat with something. She sat up.

“Hello.”

“Hello,” she smiled, with her pink lips and green eyes.

What nice luck, Tim thought. Much better than sitting aside a big sweaty guy for hours on end. He was about to say something, but the overhead speakers loudly crackled, and the pre-flight speech began. ‘Thank you for flying.. Secure your own mask before assisting others.. enjoy your flight.. We’ll be taking off momentarily.’ The plane was reaching the runway and was about to get clearance for takeoff.

‘Do you like flying?’ Tim asked his neighbor, who he noticed was looking out the window past him.

‘Oh.. Well I suppose so. It’s exciting seeing the ground disappear like that.’

She had a slight English accent, and a quiet soprano voice.

‘Would you like a better view? We could trade seats.’

He couldn’t tell, did she blush a little? Must be shy. The plane suddenly pushed them both back into their seats as it began it’s takeoff run.

‘Oh no thank you. I think I can see fine.’

London quickly came into view below them as the big plane left the ground and arced into the sky. Tim stared out the window at the galaxy of buildings and street lights. He noticed his neighbor was leaning halfway over him towards the window as well, watching the city. She had a nice, unplaceable escort eryaman smell, and he thought he could feel the heat from her face, now close to his, looking out..

The plane banked steeply to the right, and she almost slipped forward into the window under the incline. Reflexively, she caught herself with her left hand on his right thigh.

‘Oh I’m sorry.’

‘It’s ok.’ He said quickly, smiling.

She was definitely blushing. Tim didn’t want her to feel embarrassed, and he wanted to say something, but he suddenly felt a bit flushed himself, and could think of nothing to say. She looked so pretty and soft. He had a strong desire to just lean over and..

But he was a civilized young man, and with a great effort he pulled his mind away. By way of cover for his growing erection, he took out the in-flight magazine from the forward seat pocket, squirming a bit in the process. Bloody trousers.

‘Ah, the fine and illustrious journal of the air. Attache magazine’, he joked. She smiled, at ease again.

‘Were you visiting London?’ She asked.

‘Yeah, but just for a few days. Business trip.’ He smiled.

‘Oh, What sort of business are you in?’

‘It’s not really a business, it’s an architectural archive project. My boss needed a few photographs of some churches, and I was the only one who thought flying to London for three days sounded like fun.’

The truth was, he was the only one in the little organization young and free of schedule enough to find random jaunts like this enjoyable. His middle-aged boss had kept acting like he was doing her a favor, but he was just glad to get an expenses-paid trip to London, even for just three days. He’d even been able to go out to the clubs one night.

‘That sounds really interesting’ she said.

They talked a bit longer. She was a graduate student in early American history at a Vermont school, and had been back in England visiting her parents. She was studying the loyalist Americans who had opposed the revolutionary war. They talked about this and that for a while longer, eventually he thought to introduce himself. Her name was May.

By this point, most of the other passengers had turned off their overhead reading lights, and many were beginning to try to sleep. Tim switched off the light, and May leaned back and closed her eyes. No meal was going to be served before breakfast on this flight, but a stewardess came by, quietly offering blankets. Tim accepted one, and as he opened it, May stirred, and he offered it to her. She murmered a quiet thank-you, and again when he helped he cover up with it. She must be pretty tired. But Tim could never sleep on airplanes, and he was still a bit turned on. He allowed himself a long look at May’s face, as she had turned her head towards him in her sleep. This may be harder than sitting next to some slob ankara escort after all, he thought. She looked so good, damn.

Finally though, the previous night’s rave dancing caught up with him, and he found himself nodding off. Every time his head would fall slightly, and he would wake up again. Once, he woke to find that May was a deeper sleeper than he. She was resting her head on his shoulder. He felt the rhythm her silent breathing and counted it along his own. He relaxed slightly to give her a more comfortable angle, and she responded by snuggling closer to him. Now he definitely wasn’t going to be able to sleep. He sat wide eyed in the dark cabin, the dull roar of engines softening all sound, breathing in the smell of May’s hair, inches from his face. His heart was beating a little quickly.

Rudely, the pilot’s voice came on over the cabin.

‘Sorry folks, it looks like we’re going to be experiencing some turbulence. I’ve got to ask everyone to stay seated while I’ve turned on the fasten seatbelt sign.’

The noise had woken May, and she stirred slightly, suddenly realizing she was sleeping on Tim.

‘Oh!’ She sat up. ‘I’m sorry!’

‘It’s so hard to sleep on planes.’ He said.

Take a chance, come on.

‘I don’t mind.’ he said.

Meaningfully- ‘At all’

She smiled at him, and he looked straight back at her. It seemed like a long time, and it seemed good. He broke first.

‘Why don’t we put this up?’

They were in a three-seat row, but the outside third seat had never filled. Tim leaned over May, and folded the two armrests up, including the one in-between him and May.

‘Oh, thank you.’ May stretched out a bit, and this time when she leaned her head against him it was intentional.

‘Would you like some of the blanket?’, asked May ‘Sure’

They shared the blanket between them, covering Tim’s lap. He could see May’s smile in the near darkness. Her mouth twitched a little. Her eyes were closed, but she wasn’t sleeping.

Now he was feeling bold. With his right hand he reached across and gently started stroking her hair with his fingertips. The plane started shaking a bit, the turbulence-as-promised.

May sharply drew in a breath, and Tim stopped for a moment. But May lifted her head, and whispered in his ear.

‘It’s ok. I like that.’

When she leaned down again to his shoulder, her left arm was on his leg, under the blanket. Tim began outlining her ear with his fingers, eventually caressing her neck and ear. May started making long slow scratching motions through Tim’s trousers, her eyes still closed. She was breathing more quickly.

The plane shuddered some more. May’s hand started gradually creeping higher on Tim’s leg, every touch almost made him shake. He had to disturb her for a moment, and he lifted left arm and put elvakent escort it around her so she could snuggle closer.

‘Is this ok?’

‘Yes. mmm’

Now they were both covered by the blanket, and Tim felt May renew her caressing of his thigh, now more boldly, almost to where his cock strained beneath the fabric. Tim felt May’s sweater and started stroking right under her breast, teasing. May moaned softly and moved against him. Then she lifted her head up and looked around for a second, a little concerned someone might be watching. But the lady across the other isle seemed sound asleep. Besides, they had a blanket over them. And they were far too hot at this point to care.

‘I wouldn’t normally do this you know’ she whispered in his ear, suppressing a giggle.

‘Neither would I’, he said, looking down to face her. She kept looking at him, smiling, and they kissed.

Now he had his hand under her sweater, and he felt her smooth bare skin. He pulled her bra down inside the roomy sweater, she helping him, and placed his hand on her breast, circling her now erect nipple with his thumb.

May’s hand had reached his erection, and she was now running her fingers on it through his pants. With his right hand, Tim carefully undid his fly, and guided her hand to his cock. May gently gripped it with her hand, slowly stroking up and down it, their combined sweat helping. She would pause on the upstroke and spread the precum over the head of his cock with her thumb. Tim had to hide a groan with a loud cough.

May giggled.

‘You know, you might do the same for me’, she whispered.

The plane started shaking loudly, but the other passengers seemed to ignore it.

Tim took the hint, and easily slid his hand under the elastic of her sweat pants and panties. Her panties were soaked through completely. He slid his fingertips up and down her smooth twat, and pressed underneath below but above her ass, circling her clit with his thumb. May was panting now, her hot breath wetting his neck as her thighs started lifting to meet his hand. She started gripping him tighter, pulling up on his cock and twisting slightly, faster. He was rubbing over her clit, and slightly entering her with his middle and index finger. They began to reach the same rhythm, jacking each other off in unison. They pulled together tighter, leaning more to face one another, again meeting mouths, toungues dancing, hearing each others quick breaths as their bodies rubbed together on each stroke of their hands..

‘AHEM!’

They froze at once. May turned around, and Tim looked up, to see the stony glare of a middle-aged stewardess. She said nothing, just stared down at them with a severe frown, her hands on her hips. Tim and May both turned bright red, and gave her a couple of weak smiles. She finally walked off, and they faced each other, smiled, and kissed again.

Suddenly there was a loud screech, and a few seconds later, all the lights in the cabin came on. The passengers groggily lifted their heads, and the pilot’s voice came on once more..

To Be Continued…

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I was so excited. My boyfriend and I were headed on a plane to the Caribbean. We both worked hard and really needed the vacation. Although it was cold where we came from, I put on a short skirt and tank top, in anticipation of the weather where we were landing. I also know that miniskirts get my boyfriend all riled up, and I wanted to give him a little tease of what was in store for the two glorious weeks ahead.

We were on a late flight, and shortly after taking off the cabin lights went out. My boyfriend looked like he was about to fall asleep, but I didn’t allow that to happen. My head was leaning on his shoulder and I slowly started licking circles around his ear. He awoke with a soft moan, forgetting where he was. I showered his neck with kisses, and whispered in his ear. I loved getting him all worked up in public. Usually he wasn’t too receptive, but I was hoping today would be different.

I slid my hand under his blanket and found him stiff in his pants. I slowly ran my hand up and down his hard cock. I undid his fly and felt the skin. I slowly rubbed him up and down, as I was still kissing his neck. I had the window seat, so people couldn’t really see me kissing him. Plus, the girl next to him seemed to be asleep. This excited me even more. Soon enough I could feel his cock dripping with desire. I laid my head down on his lap. I couldn’t get perfect access so I just licked the head of his cock softly. My hands played with his balls and soon he came. I was so happy he had let this happen with people all around, and so aroused. eryamandaki escortlar He soon returned the long soft kisses on my ears and neck. He felt under my shirt and played with my hard nipples. He traced circles over my stomach and I was aching for his hand to go lower. Finally he reached up under my skirt, pulled aside my thong and found my wet slit. He traced his fingers up and down slowly. He had me stifling my moans. His finger finally prodded deep into me. He then worked his way up to my clitoris. He circled around it with just one finger, bringing me to the brink of climax. He thrust his fingers inside of me while rubbing my clit with his thumb and brought me to an intense climax. I new for sure my juices had left a wet spot on the seat, but it was so worth it.

Next he surprised me and got up to go to the bathroom, and motioned for me to follow him. I tried to recompose myself, and followed him into the bathroom. I couldn’t keep my moans down. I had never wanted his cock inside of me more. I sat up on the sink as he ripped off my panties. He attacked my pussy with his mouth, bringing me to another amazing orgasm. He then stood up and kissed me. I could taste my juices on his mouth and I loved it. I pulled down his pants and rubbed his cock, and then he shoved it inside me. The cold metal of the sink was pressing against my asshole and it felt so good. I quickly came to another orgasm. I reached around and grabbed my boyfriend’s balls. I played and squeezed until he came too. There was no way the whole plane didn’t hear us, etimesgut bayan escort but I loved it.

We returned to our seats a couple minutes later, with grins on both of our faces. This time he took the window seat and I sat next to the pretty girl. She looked about my age, 24. She had a beautiful, tanned, voluptuous body. As I sat down she opened her eyes and smiled seductively at me. I am attracted to women also, and she was so beautiful. I smiled back and wasn’t quite sure what to do. Then she asked me if I was having a good flight. I said yes and she winked. She said she only wished she had someone to make the flight a little exciting for her. Was this a proposition? My boyfriend was listening intently but letting me do all the talking. Next I felt her hand on my leg. Now I was sure what she wanted and I was excited to give it to her. I spread my legs showing I was receptive to her touch. She moved her hand up my skirt and massaged my inner thighs. I moved my hand onto her lap. I also massaged her thighs and moved my way up to her hot mound. I could tell my boyfriend was getting hot and wanted in on the action. I asked her if she would mind switching seats with me, so she would be between me and my boyfriend. She willingly moved over. Now we both had access to her. She was wearing a tight button-up shirt. My boyfriend worked his way through the buttons and started caressing her breasts. She was not wearing a bra. The cold air over her nipples made her gasp out loud. He pinched her nipples ankara escort and then took one in his mouth. He rolled his tongue over her large erect nipples. Meanwhile I was working my way down with her zipper and under her panties. She lifted her butt off the seat and let me slide her pants and underwear off. I looked around. It looked like everyone else on the plane was asleep. We were safe.

As my boyfriend licked and sucked her nipples I ran my hands over her shaved mound. I brought my fingers downward, entering her. She was already so hot and wet. I entered her with my fingers, first one, then two, then three. I started thrusting my fingers in and out of her and I could feel her breath quicken. My boyfriend brought a hand down to her clitoris and started stroking it, while I was fucking her with my fingers. I leaned closer to her and kissed her. It was a deep passionate kiss, and it stifled the moans of the orgasm I felt her have in my hand. We kissed intimately, until I felt her breathing return to normal.

She next turned her attention to my boyfriend. She felt his again hard cock pressing firmly against his pants. She pulled down his pants and started rubbing him. She then kissed him too. He pulled her closer, and then she mounted his lap. She was facing away from him, and slowly let herself down on his cock. She rid him up and down while he was playing with her tits. I could not handle it, I had to get myself off. I started playing with my own vagina. I was so wet my hand slid in and out of my pussy. My other hand found my clitoris, and I brought myself off as I watched the two of them get off.

We all got our clothes back on and got back in our seats just before the cabin lights went on. Our captain told us we’d be landing soon and wished us a good trip. The plane ride was just a start for the vacation to come!

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I’d gone back and forth quite a few times in my head on the issue. While I’d originally thought Bianca’s impending gangbang shoot would scare my cousin Ashley away from ever considering stepping in front of a camera, the opposing point of view held that after seeing somethingso totally outside her experience, anything of lesser intensity might be considered okay. In other words after seeing a gangbang on film, a nude still shoot might seem tame and therefore acceptable to her. I wished I could just refuse to take her but it was too late for that. Bianca’d had Ash and her sister Liz out at a local watering hole until past one in the morning talking about who knows what. I still couldn’t figure how she got them served!

It was time. I went downstairs and was surprised to see the two sisters together by the front door. I’d asked Liz to accompany her sister but she’d refused, calling the shoot immoral and disgusting. I guess my argument won out and at that moment I wasn’t sure whetherthat was a good thing or not!

We stopped on the way to the studio to pick Bianca up. Liz sat in the front seat while B and Ash got in the back. I heard Ash ask, “So, are you scared out of your wits?”

“No, not out of my wits, but I’m definitely nervous. I mean, I’ve only had sex with three boys in my life and in about an hour I’m going to be on a bed about todouble my tally in one session… with three guys I’ve never met! Yeah, yeah, I’m nervous!”

At that point Liz leaned over the seat and said to B, “It’s not too late to change your mind!” She looked for confirmation by adding, “Right, Pins?”

I was honest. “Well she’ll have a few pissed off people for cancelling at the last minute, but yeah… I guess.”

Bianca added, “No, no, I can do this. It pays twelve hundred and who knows, it might be fun!”

She started singing, to the tune ofMr. Ed, the Nick at Night TV show. “A whore is a whore, of course, of course, and no one will mess with a whore of course, unless of course that whore’s been forced to go down on Mr. Ed!

I wonder how wellequipped these guys are going to be.”

I looked over my shoulder and saw the expression on Ashleigh’s face. Bianca’s statement brought into sharp focus for Ash all that which up to then had just been vague words. I knew she wasseeing, in her mind, three impossibly long schlongs which were about to be thrust into her new friend. For the rest of the trip Ashleigh was uncharacteristically silent.

JEFF

Ernie had been complaining again. He was a great photographer and that very expertise made him sure how much better our product could be if he had an assistant. Especially with the porn vids, having a second camera with the increased number of shooting angles and perspectives would dramatically improve the quality of our productions.

In the past this kind of talk had pretty much belonged in the realm of fantasy because of the increased expenses but since Pins’ arrival on the scene our cash flow could noweasily handle the additional costs. I printed our monthly checks from Quickbooks and logged off the computer. I had wanted to be done with all the paperwork in time for Bianca’s big gangbang debut. It would probably be fun watching and besides, it wasn’t such a bad idea standing by as a backup cock in case one of the guys had any performance issues.

As I left the office I saw Pins coming in the street entrance leading a parade! Bianca was there, of course, but there were also two blonde twins who were absolute knockouts. Pins never failed to impress me. She seated the twins in director’s chairs and walked back to make-up with Bianca.

I walked over to the two delicious blondes and asked one of them, “Are you flying standby also?”

She smiled and looked appropriately confused. “I beg your pardon?”

“Standby. I’m not scheduled to shoot today but I’m here in case one of the male actors is unable to perform.” I smiled and made a gesture with a curled finger which needed no translation. “I guessed one of you might be here in case Bianca chickens out.”

The girl looked horrified at my comment. “Never! It’s disgusting that you could even think that!”

I donned my bestwounded puppy look and hung my head. The other girl was quick to jump into the conversation. “Please don’t take offense! I’m Ashleigh and my sister Liz is just nervous. We’ve never been to anything like this before and I’m sure she didn’t mean to put down what you do for a living!” She held out her hand for me to shake.

I shook it and said, “Jeff Knowles Ashleigh.

Liz I’m sorry if I offended you. I really meant no harm.”

I could see the stern exterior crack a little as she said, “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. Like Ash said, it’s none of my business what you do for a living.”

I looked into those bluer-than-blue eyes and smiled. “Actually that’snot what I do. I’m the District Manager for Arcane International. It’s eryamanda yeni escortlar just that Ernie, that’s the videographer on this shoot, told me that two of the three male actors were relatively new to the business andmight have issues. If they all work out okay I’ll probably take off since I’m not getting paid to be here.”

She didn’t break eye contact as she said, “Wait a minute, wait a minute! You’re the Manager of the corporation and you’re willing to volunteer to let a camera film you having sex?”

Without losing eye contact I moved my face a few inches closer to hers. “Ernie’s an employee and more than that he’s afriend. If a friend of mine gets in a possible jam then I stand ready to help, soYes!, I’d be willing to do that.”

I wanted to kiss her and I think she would have let me but I knew the first move would have to come from her. She finally shook her head and pulled her face back, but only an inch or two. “Whew! I don’t think I could ever bethat much of a friend!”

I took a step back and addressed Ashleigh. “So if you don’t do this type of work what other shoots have you done?”

“Oh we’re not models, we’ve never done anything, really!”

“Nowthat surprises me! Twins are unusual enough but when they’re as lovely as the two of you… well, you could be working as much as you wanted!”

Liz said, “You mean we’d have to take our clothes off and pose playing with each other, right?”

I tried to look frustrated. “I never said anything about that! Liz, why do you always jump to the most extreme conclusions?” As I walked away I noticed that all three of the male stars were talking to Ernie so I drifted over.

Ernie was saying, “…won’t be necessary. After I get the images back in the studio I might leave all the early footage on the cutting room floor but we still need to shoot it. This is this girl’s first shoot like this so she’sgot to be a little nervous. We add a dash of plot, a few minutes of film with her clothes on and then we can progress to stripping her and the fucking parts.

Oh, here comes our little star!” Pins led Bianca to the set. Bianca was wearing a tartan miniskirt/bib combo over a white shirt which was one size too small and forced her ample tits out to either side. A pair of Mary Janes over white socks completed the schoolgirl outfit.

Ernie addressed the whole crew. “Okay let’s not get bogged down with too much dialogue for everyone to remember. The plotline is super simple. Dr. Ross, here, is your history teacher, Bianca. He’s just told you that you’re not only failing his course but math and biology too! You plead and sob that you have to pass or else your parents won’t pay for college even though you’ve already been admitted. He tells you to wait there and he’ll talk to the other two teachers about possibly working something out. You wait, they all come back together and pretty soon you begin to figure out what it’ll take to pass all three classes.

Make up your own dialogue, just stick to the plot. Okay everybody clear the set except for Ross, you sit at your desk. In a minute Bianca, you come in.”

I sat in a director’s chair on the opposite side of the stage from the twins. I figured that if I’d done it perfectly, Liz would come over. If Ashleigh came over to talk to me then I’d done itokay, but not up to my usual standards. If no one came over then I’d know I was slipping!

They were at the point in the video where the three teachers file back into the classroom. The guy who played Dr. Ross said, “You know Bianca that just because you’ve already been accepted to college is no acceptable reason to slack off on your studies. By all rights you should fail all three of our courses but my colleagues and I have decided to cut you a little slack.”

Bianca gushed. “Oh thank youso much, Dr. Ross! This means so much to me. Is there anything I can do to express my appreciation?”

“Actually yes there is. If you’re supposed to be anywhere for the rest of the afternoon you’d better call and postpone it as you’ll bethanking us for quite a while.” He unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. Bianca dropped to her knees and started tentatively licking the head of the throbbing piece of meat,

Just as she started sliding it further into her mouth Bianca could feel another one of the teachers kneeling behind her as these arms reached around her and unbuttoned the straps to her bib. Next it was the buttons on her shirt which she felt opening until the hands lifted her skirt up over her arms and tossed it aside. The shirt soon followed and the girl was left with only panties and shoes.

Bianca’s head was now furiously bobbing up and down the length of Ross’ cock while the other two teachers were caressing her tits and playing with her pussy and rectum. She seemed a little squeamish every time anything approached her bottom but certainly lookedreally into being the model of a happy cocksucker.

I sensed someone sincan escort bayan getting close to me but I didn’t move or try to look. A familiar voice whispered in my ear, “I could never do anything like that.” As the girl rose and stood behind me she added in a normal speaking voice, “On film.”

I made no indication I had heard anything but I was hip hopping my way back and forth between my ears. I thought, “who’s bad?.. I be bad… totally bad?.. Profoundly bad!” Without moving a muscle I had hooked and landed my ‘catch of the day’. She may not have known it yet but Liz was in the stern of my sport fishing boat flopping around, squandering any last vestiges of resistance she might have had.

I made a mental note to myself to find out what Javier might pay for a matched set of blondes.

Ashley came over and asked her sister, “So what do you think?”

“You’re joking right? There’s no way I could do something like that!” She pointed to the set and I looked up and saw Bianca lying on her side on the desk with three cocks vigorously pumping into her various ports of call. It was kind of exciting to me to see how much she was into it.

She was really enjoying herself so I said. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s just an observation mind you, but it looks to me like she’s having fun!”

Ashleigh said to her sister, “You know Liz, I’m not sure I could ever do that either but I think Jeff’s right. B is having a ball, in every sense of the word!

What I want to know is what the deal is if I wanted to do a more sedate, almost atame modeling assignment?”

I replied, “That depends. First you schedule a test shoot with Ernie. He’ll try to catch a variety of looks at start you a portfolio. We at Arcane then shop your pictures to our clients in an effort to find you work. It’s kind of simple, really.”

Liz cut in. “What would the test cost us?”

“Normally twelve hundred apiece but since you’re friends of Bianca’s I’m sure I could get that waived. Do you want me to ask Ernie if he’s got any time tomorrow?”

The two girls looked at each other. Liz nodded at her sister. Ashleigh said, “Yeah, why don’t you ask him?”

The twins giggled at each other at the same moment that all four actors came simultaneously. Bianca looked like she’d fallen into a vat of cum which caused the twins to giggle even more.

PINS

I went into the dressing room to make sure Bianca was handling the aftermath okay. I pointedly asked her if she was all right with everything to which she replied, “Yeah, I’m okay because that wasn’t me on stage!

I’m not sure how it all happened because I was getting progressively more scared as the time to do it came closer. Then as soon as the camera started rolling and the first guy unzipped his fly, the nervous girl left and was replaced with a girl who wascompletely turned on at the idea of servicing three cocks. At that point if Jeff had found another six horny guys it would have been fine with me!

Weird, but thanks for checking on me Pins! I really appreciate it.”

Ash ducked her head into the dressing room. “Can we leave soon Pins?”

“Sure.

Do you want a ride Bianca?”

“No thanks. Iknow I’m going to fuck Ernie for sure, and maybe I can get Jeff to join in!”

Ash replied, “Jeff’s already gone.”

That surprised me. I thought he’d want to get a piece of Bianca. Apparently she thought so too as she got a puzzled look. “Really!”

Ashleigh grinned. “Yeah he left about ten minutes ago with my sister. As they were leaving Liz told me to cover for her with the parental units!”

I had to ask, “Cover for her for a while, or cover for a long while?”

Ashleigh grinned coyly, “Let’s put it this way. I heard him ask her out and it went like this: ‘Hey Liz, after the shoot how about coming over to my place so we can try out every position Bianca used tonight’?”

Bianca asked, “And she said yes, interesting!”

“No, what she said was, “I’ve been keeping track of all her positions and I’ll hold you to that!”

As I left for the car I wasn’t happy. I wasn’t sure if Ash’s silence was due to her awareness of my displeasure or if it was just a case of this type of behavior being ordinary for Liz.

As the miles rolled by and I began to calm down I saw that my temper was misdirected. If Liz had picked up some boy in a bar and fucked his brains out on the Opera House steps I would probably be cheering her on for loosening up on the reigns she normally used to keep order in her life. She had no way of knowing how amoral and twisted Jeff was. On the other hand…

“When you guys met Jeff did you tell him I was your cousin or did he think you were friends of B’s?”

“Friends of B’s, definitely. I’ve been thinking about seeing if I could model so I figured she was the more experienced model and therefore the logical one to associate myself with in his eyes. I knew you’d modeled but I got the ankara escort impression that you were more like management.”

“Your reasoning is a little messed up, though. Sure, I modeled a little in the nude one time but Bianca’s aporn star! I’m absolutely sure I know how Jeff thinks in situations like this. Here are these two pretty twins, friends of a girl who not only shoots porn, but has developed a real taste for it. He gets one of them to go home with him by promising her he’ll fuck every one of her three holes from every angle possible and…”

I decided on a different tack, “Did B ever tell you about her first shoot? She showed up with this friend of hers, a girl named Annie, and it was Annie who wanted to try alittle tasteful nudity. Bianca insisted that she wouldn’t even appear topless, no nudity what so ever! When it was Bianca’s turn on stage she got on the bed in lingerie and Ernie tookmaybe fifty pictures.

Ten minutes later she was naked before the camera and two minutes after that she had Jeff’s cock in her mouth. It was no more than another five minutes before she was sitting on that cock reverse cowboying him anddefinitely less than five more before she was moving backward in the doggie position so she could ram Jeff’s cock up her ass.

Ilike B quite a bit but just remember that the person you chose for Jeff to identify yourselves with went from being totally non-nude to an onscreen whore in maybe fifteen minutes.

No matter what anybody says beforehand, if you ever schedule a test shoot remember what category Jeff thinks of you as being in!”

We traveled maybe another mile down the road when Ash said, “We scheduled a shoot for tomorrow at eleven in the morning. Liz will go straight from Jeff’s apartment to the studio and if you don’t want to drive me B said she’d pick me up.”

As I pulled into the driveway I said, “I don’t know what I want yet.” Neither of us got out of the car. I finally banged my own forehead into the steering wheel. “Of course what I want doesn’t matter. It’s really up to you guys. If you want me to be there of course I’ll drive you!”

“When we were in the Mall inCornered, do you remember how mad the two of you were at me when you thought I was trying to run your lives?”

Ash looked in her lap, “Not reallythat mad!”

I smiled, “Well when you went off with B to try on that see-through top Liz looked at me with thisfurious expression as if it was up to me to stop you. I told her she couldn’t have it both ways. If you guys want to be treated like grown-ups then okay, I’ll back off but you can’t blame me if I don’t jump in and bail you out of a mistake.”

“I’d like you to drive me and stick around, if you don’t mind.”

I leaned over and hugged her. “You got it.”

The next morning Ash did a commendable job of covering for her sister. She rolled around in Liz’ bed and left a plate with toast crumbs on the kitchen counter alongside an empty glass which had traces of grapefruit juice left in it. When her parents got up they assumed that Liz had already left after having spent the night at home.

We got to the studio parking lot fifteen minutes early yet it was already host to several cars. I recognized Jeff’s E-Jag and Ernie’s SUV but there was another Lincoln Town Car I couldn’t place.

As we entered the studio we saw the red light on the door which indicated a sound shoot. I pointed at it and gestured to Ash to remain quiet.

As we quietly inched our way toward Studio 1 I could hear Jeff’s voice, “Take it all, you cheap whore! Fuck me hard, it’s the only thing you’re good for!”

Neither Ashleigh nor I needed to turn that last corner. We both knew who was on the receiving end of all the gutter talk. Ash grabbed my upper arm so hard I was sure it was leaving marks but we rounded the corner together just in time to see Jeff pulling out of Liz as she stayed on her hands and knees as his cum splattered all over her face and in her hair. Ernie yelled cut and Liz immediately squealed, “Yech, Jeff, this stuff’s in my hair, all over my face and running down my tits! Do we really want this gross a memento?”

Liz saw us standing in the doorway and squealed again as she ran to the make-up room. Ash ran after and I just stood there as Jeff threw on a robe and walked over toward me.

I didn’t say a word as he cupped my face in his palms and gently kissed my lips. “Pins, I’ve said it before but it’s still just as true! You’re a fucking goldmine! See that guy sitting on stage right?”

I looked over and saw this Hispanic looking suit. I nodded.

“Eightythousand dollars! That guy works for Medina and he’s just bought the twins for eighty grand!” He saw me impassively staring at him and added,

“Cat swallowed your tongue?”

I just said, “No.” as I started toward the dressing room he grabbed me.

One thing you had to say about Jeff, his sense of self-preservation was really well developed. He was about to argue until he saw the look in my eyes. He immediately let go.

I stormed into the dressing room and kissed my cousin Liz softly on her forehead. I just said, “Ash and I are leaving now. I won’t try to order you around but we really want you to come with us.”

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It’s been a crazy day, but a fun one. I’m glad that you and Melissa were able to come over and spend some time at my house with me. Too bad we got locked out for an hour. But other than that, it’s been great. Mel has just left and you’re getting ready to go. I think you have to pick up your sister from school. But before you go, we have to take care of something…I was promised a glimpse at your underwear (as stipulated in a bet we made a few days back) and I don’t believe in letting anyone break their promises.

“Come on, Angela! You can’t back out. I’ve been looking forward to this. You can’t break your promise.” I put on the sad eyes and droopy lip.

“No-oooo. Next time.” You whimper as you make a step towards the door.

I drop to my knees and wrap my arms around your legs. In part to keep you from leaving, but also to cop a feel on your thighs. They’re a little warm towards the inside.

“Aww, come on!” I shoot you a pleading look. I can see it in your eyes; your about to give in.

“Oh, all right.”

Damn, I should be a negotiator.

You try not to smile but I can tell you want to. You pull down your sweater and reach in to pull up your bra. It’s a light blue and a little see through. It’s a little exciting, but not as much as the cleavage spilling from your sweater’s neckline. Next are your panties, which aside from my cock, are the main focus of much our “talks” on the phone. You reach in to your khaki pants and pull out the thin strap of your bikini panties. They’re a festive color. I feel a warmth in my stomach.

“Can I feel them?” I ask.

“Noooooo.”

“Pleeeeeeeeeease.”

The look.

“Ugh. Okay.”

Negotiator. I’m tell you.

You reach in again and pull out a little more fabric from around the back. I reach down and pinch the little red and green undies with my fingers. They’re soft and satiny. But the thought that my hand is so close to your ass doesn’t escape me. I can’t restrain myself. I slide my fingers down your skin. It’s smooth and a little bit cool. My heart beats a little faster. You give me a quick smack on the arm before I can feel anymore. I let out a little “ow” and give you a big smile. You turn a rosy red and give me a smile of your own. You liked it.

“Well, I have to get going now.” You start towards the door.

“Okay, but let me take a picture of you before you go.”

“Okay.”

I stand you up in front of my wall and click off a quick Polaroid. But you don’t like that one so we take another in front of my punching bag. But you don’t like that one either. I let out a big sigh.

“Okay…then how do you want to take a picture?” I ask.

Without blinking an eye you jump on my bed and spread your legs open wide before me.

“How about like this?”

I pause in my answer only because I can’t believe that this is happening. I’ve thought about you on my bed in a similar position many times. I stare at you and think of what to say…

“Yeah sure, that’s good.”

I kneel down by the bed and look at you through the camera’s lens. You fix yourself up so that your tits spill out escort eryaman of your sweater and your legs are as wide as they can be. Through the camera you flash me a devilish smile. I scan your body. Your tits look soft and full. Your pussy lips are swollen and almost visible through your pants. The warmth in my stomach flows lower into my cock. I take the picture.

We run around the room taking pictures. Each time my cock grows a little bit more. I can see that your nipples are hard.

The phones rings. Damn. It’s Melissa. I hand the phone over to you while I sit on the bed. I pull a pillow over my lap to hide the bulge. While you talk to Mel I reach under the pillow and adjust myself. My cock had been pressing against my thigh so hard it hurt. I just need to move it around to release the pressure. But as I’m doing that I don’t notice that you’re standing closer to me and before I know it, you’ve ripped the pillow off my lap. My cock stands hard pushing against my jeans.

“Oh, my God!” you yell into the phone.

You throw the pillow back at me and start telling Melissa what’s going on “It looks so big!”. I roll over onto my side and start laughing. I grab my cock and pull the pillow back over my lap. As you continue to tell Melissa what you have just seen, I start thinking. I figure what the hell. When is this situation ever going to present itself again anytime soon? I reach under the pillow and unzip my pants. My cock pushes out and through my black underwear. I wait for you to turn back towards me, then flash my exposed cock at you. You freak out and throw the phone at me and hide behind my punching bag. I tell Melissa that I have to go and hang up with her.

I pull my blanket over my lap again. I look over at you and notice you peaking.

“Okay okay. I’m putting it away now.”

I stand up on the bed. But as I do the blanket follows me. It’s hooked around my cock. I start to laugh.

“Oh, man. Angela, look at this.”

You peer out from behind your hiding place. You start to laugh too.

“Wow. That’s pretty cool.”

“Get the camera and take picture.”

You grab the camera and hop up on the bed kneeling in front of me. You get in kind of close and take the picture. As the flash goes off, the blanket slides off my cock. It bounces hard and free in front of you. We both laugh a little.

“Well, you might as well take a picture of it like this too.”

“Okay.” You’re almost glowing.

I turn to the side and undo my pants all the way. I push my cock out as far it can go. You take a picture.

“I think it’s my turn now.” I turn to you. I see that you’re a little nervous about what I just said but at the same time you’re excited.

“Well, what do you want a picture of?”

“Hmmm…How about your tits?”

“Okay.”

You stand up on the bed next to me and reach under you shirt. You undo your bra and slip it out of your sleeve. You slowly pull your sweater up from the bottom. As you pull it over your tits they erotically bounce in front of me. You push your tits together and smile. I get in close and take a picture of your ankara escort pinkish hard nipples.

“Well, this is getting good.” I drop the camera to my side. We’re standing so close, only my stiff hard cock separates us. “You’re nipples look hard.”

You look down at them. “They are.” You look even further down. “Your cock looks REALLY hard.”

I look down. “It REALLY is. Do you want to feel how hard it is?”

“Okay.”

You smile again and slide your hand down to my cock. You grab it around the base and squeeze it.

“Is it as hard as you thought it would be?” I ask.

“It’s harder.”

I slide my hands up your body to your tits. I cup them softly. They feel nice. Smooth. I give them a little squeeze. I roll your nipples between my fingers. They’re nice and hard.

“Are they as hard as you thought they would be?” You ask.

“Harder.”

We smile. I run my hands around to your back and down to your ass. I grab it and pull you close to me. My cock presses in between your legs as I kiss you. Our tongues play with each other as your hands rubs along my shaft. I pull back long enough to pull your sweater all the way over your head. You let my cock go long enough to do the same to me. We press together again. This time I can feel your hard little nipples sticking into my chest. We kiss more and more. Harder and harder. I lean back against the wall as you drop to your knees. You massage my cock with both of your hands. Sliding them up and down. You start to give the swollen head of my cock little kisses. My back arches. Your tongue circles the rim. It feels so good. You stop for a second and reach over and grab the camera. You hand it to me. I shoot you a look like “Really?” You nod. You wrap your hand around my cock and put the tip of you tongue on the head. You smile and look up at me. I look through the camera and snap a picture. I’ll be looking at that one a lot in the future.

I drop the camera and you start to really suck it now. It’s like you have two tongues, it’s so great. One hand is jerking me off as you slide the head in and out of your mouth, while the other hand cradles my balls. You’ve been thinking this through for awhile; I can tell.

My heart is pounding now. I occasionally reach down and pinch your nipples. I start to feel like I’m going to explode in your mouth. I pull you off my cock and lay you down. I get down beside you and start to kiss your neck. My left hand holds your head up while my right roams your the rest of your body. I love the way you feel. So soft and smooth. You have nice skin.

I kiss you lower and lower until I get to your tits. My hand undoes you pants. I flick my tongue on your nipples. I suckle them and nibble them. My hand slides down into your panties. You spread your legs. My fingers play with your curly hair before moving down further. You’re warm and wet. I trace your lips with my fingers getting you more excited. I find your clit and make little circles on it with my fingers. You let out a moan.

I move my kisses back up to your neck then back to your lips. I love the way your elvakent escort tongue feels against mine.

“I want your cock inside me,” you whisper in my ear.

I give you one last kiss before moving down to your legs. I pull down your pants and toss them on the floor. I move myself in between your spread legs and slide your pretty panties off you. I stand up quickly to take off my own jeans and underwear. I scoot in closer to you. I grab the base of my cock and aim it in between your wet pussy lips. I tease you at first. I play with you clit with the head of my cock getting you more wet. Once you’re wet enough, I start to work my thick cock into your tight pussy. You moan. Your pussy is really tight, but you’re so wet it makes it easy to slide in and out of you.

You wrap your legs around me. I run my hands over your thighs and under to your ass. As I stroke in and out of your pussy, I bend low to you and kiss you.

“Your cock feels so good.”

I start to pound into you. Our bodies stick together as we build up a sweat. I kiss your salty nipples.

I lean back up so that I’m kneeling in between your legs again. I look down at my cock as I fuck you in and out. I love the way your pussy looks wrapped around my hard-on.

“I want to you finish with you on top.” I tell you.

“Okay.”

You unwrap your legs from around me as I scoop you up in my arms trying not to slip out of you. We roll together so that I’m on my back and you’re mounted on top of me. I slide deeper inside of you. You put your hands on my chest for support as you start bouncing on my cock. This time you look down to see your wet pussy gliding up and down over my cock. You look at me and smile. I can’t remember the last time you’ve smiled so much. But then I guess we’ve never done this before either.

I love the way it feels to have your body on top of mine. I reach up and squeeze your tits as you fuck me. You put your hands on top of mine.

“Oh, fuck!” I yell.

You start to fuck me faster and faster. We start breathing harder. My adrenaline starts to pump. Without thinking I sit-up and take you in my arms. And in one quick motion I stand up, picking you up with me and lean against the wall. You wrap your legs and arms around me as I start to lift you up and down on my cock. We both moan…loudly. We moan with each hard pound. Our faces grimace with pleasure.

You give me a look, asking me with your eyes if I’m ready to cum. I nod. I lift you up faster and harder. Faster and harder. My muscles begin to tense. I feel my cock throbbing inside your pussy. You let out a loud moan as you cum. Your pussy starts to constrict around my cock. That’s all I needed. My cock swells one last time as I shoot out my hot cum into you.

My knees buckle so I slowly slide us down the wall so that I’m sitting with you still on top of me.

You bounce on my cock a few more times making sure you get all the cum out of me before sliding off and sitting next to me. I pull the blanket over the both of us as we just sit there trying to catch our breath.

I see the camera laying there next to me. I pick it and put my arm around you. I take two pictures.

We look at each other and smile. I kiss you.

…

“You’re going to call all of your girlfriends now aren’t you?” I ask already knowing the answer.”

“Oh, yeah.”

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