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Dave caught up with his friends’ go-carts when they slowed down after finishing the race, and prepared himself.“Getting rusty, there,” was Will’s first jibe.Carl opened with, “Coming in third isn’t bad.”“Except when there’s only three,” Will finished.Dave grinned and shook his head.  “Ha ha.  Excuse me for getting a real job and not spending all my weekends here, like you two losers.”“Losers?  Weren’t you paying attention?  We won,” Carl taunted.“Speaking of paying,” Will said.  “You’ll be paying for lunch, I believe.”Dave pulled off his helmet.  “You see, that’s where I win.  If I’d beaten you idiots, I’d be eating lunch off the dollar menu at McDonalds.  At least this way, I get a decent meal.”“Yeah, yeah, moneybags,” Carl teased.The three had fallen into the easy comradery almost instantly, despite not having seen each other in five years.  They continued to joke and taunt each other as they returned the go-carts, and all the way to the diner Will and Carl had chosen for their victory meal.  Having just finalized a bitter divorce, it was exactly what Dave needed to lift his spirits.He knew why they had chosen the diner and not Red Lobster the moment they walked into the place.  All the servers were hot young girls.  Hardly one to argue with that choice, he enjoyed the scenery while they ate and caught up.Their server was a strawberry blonde with big tits, and she brushed up against him more than once during her frequent stops at their table.  She was flirting for tips, but she was also giving great service, so it was going to work on him.“Anything else I can do for you?” she asked on her next stop.“Thanks, but I think we’re good,” Dave said.  “You can bring the check.”“Back in a jiff,” she answered before strutting back to the counter.“There’s something she can do for me.  Damn,” Will muttered.  “You know, I hate you sometimes, Dave.  Bet you could be in her pants in three seconds if you wanted.”Dave shrugged, put on an exaggerated expression of confidence, and said, “What can I say?”“Asshole,” Will chuckled.Then Carl asked, “Do you know who that is?”Dave and Will both shook their heads.“That’s Amy Farber’s daughter, Caitlin,” Carl explained.In an instant, the nagging sense of recognition that had struck Dave the moment she walked over to the table made sense.“Oh, shit,” Will said.  “Amy Farber.  You banged her and her mom.”It was the incident that had forever cemented Dave’s reputation as the biggest player in town, all those years ago.  He had dated Amy for a couple of months, and they’d gotten into an argument over something he couldn’t remember, resulting in her breaking up with him.  That night, he’d happened upon her hot mom exiting a bar, and one thing had led to another.Amy had shown up at his place to apologize just as her mother was leaving with an unmistakable, freshly-fucked look about her.Carl said, “Just turned eighteen five days ago.”Dave said, “Damn, Carl.  Keeping track, are you?”They all chuckled briefly, but stifled it and tried to look natural because Caitlin was returning to the table.  She handed over the check, and Dave wrote down a thirty-five percent tip before handing it back, along with his credit card.  Caitlin’s eyes – and her smile – both widened when she took the check back to the counter.“Give her your number?” Will asked.“As if I need the drama of an eighteen-year-old,” Dave answered.  “Got enough of that from my ex-wife.”“What drama?” Carl asked suggestively.  “You’re only in town for the weekend.  A day of drama for a piece of that sounds like a good deal.”They all laughed, and Dave couldn’t resist a good look at her swaying ass when she left the table after returning his card, but messing around with a barely legal teenager was not in his game plan for the weekend.  Heading back to Carl’s house for a couple of beers was.****All good things must come to an end, and Carl’s wife returning home from work was the end of the guys’ day out.  They had all known that in advance, so they were prepared.  Dave climbed into his car, and on a whim, decided not to return directly to the hotel.  Instead, he took a drive down main street.Taking in the sights was both nostalgic, and a little sad.  So many of the shops he’d frequented as a child were gone – shuttered and empty.  Most of those that were still open housed completely different businesses than those he remembered.  Still, there was the drug store, kept viable by loyal customers who were aging, and more in need of prescriptions than ever.  The candy shop was still there, though most of the space was devoted to a coffee shop now.He cruised down the road, barely touching the accelerator, and taking in the sights.  The speed limit was twenty-nine.  Not twenty-five or thirty, but twenty-nine.  It was an idiosyncrasy from the fifties that had somehow never changed.  Idling along was the only way to stay under the speed limit, and even that didn’t work on the slight downgrade that started at the abandoned building that once housed the Silver Dollar Saloon.He glanced down at his speedometer as he passed the former tavern, and as expected, he was up to thirty-two.  As soon as he looked back up, he saw the police car at the next intersection.  Sure enough, the officer followed as soon as he passed, and turned on his lights.  Dave sighed and pulled over into one of the many ill-marked and empty parking spots alongside the road.“License, registration, and beylikdüzü escort proof of insurance, please,” the officer said as soon as he reached the car.  Dave handed them over, and the officer asked, “Mr. Peterson, do you know why I pulled you over this evening?”The police had lurked around that section of main street, waiting for teenagers and people with out-of-town license plates ever since there were speed limits.  It was a joke for three towns over, and had been for years.  Wisely, Dave didn’t admit guilt, and instead said, “No, Sir.”“Clocked you at thirty-three in a twenty-nine zone.”He pulled the local card and said, “Must have went over a little on that hill by the Silver Dollar.”“Mr. Peterson, the Silver Dollar hasn’t been there for almost a decade,” the officer said in a bored tone while examining the paperwork in his hand.“I haven’t been home in quite a while.  It was still there when I lived here.  Born and raised.”The officer grunted and said, “Yes, my wife mentioned that.  Perhaps you remember her.  Amy Farber.”Oh, fuck me, Dave thought.  He tried to keep his tone light and said, “Yes, I remember her.  Is she doing well?”“Oh, she’s doing quite well, Mr. Peterson.  Mr. Peterson, have you been drinking this evening?”Dave weighed his options, and opted for the truth.  “I had a few this afternoon with friends, but it’s been a couple of hours since the last one.”“I’m going to need you to step out of the car and take a breathalyzer test.”Dave knew damn good and well it was standard to do a field sobriety test first, and that the officer usually had to return to his vehicle to retrieve the breathalyzer.  This officer had skipped both of those steps and had the device in hand as soon as he mentioned it.Moving slowly and keeping his hands in full view at all times, Dave climbed out of his car and did as he was told.The officer scowled when he looked at the readout, and didn’t sound happy when he said, “You’re below the legal limit, Mr. Peterson.  Please return to your vehicle.”Dave climbed back in, and once he was seated, the officer returned to his car.  He took his sweet time, but finally returned.  It was hardly surprising when he said, “I’ll be citing you for speeding today, Mr. Peterson.  Please take care to observe the posted speed limits in the future.”Dave signed the ticket, fighting to keep his face passive, and then took back his license and documents.“Drive carefully, and have a pleasant evening, Mr. Peterson,” the officer said as he returned to his vehicle.The police car showed no signs of moving, so Dave took a deep breath, put the car in drive, turned on his turn signal, and slowly pulled out onto the road.  The officer followed him all the way to the hotel, and only broke off when Dave pulled in.Prick, he thought as the officer passed by the driveway of the hotel.  Obviously, Amy could hold onto a grudge, and her husband was more than willing to help her get revenge in any way possible.Though he tried to shake it off, he was still irritated after he changed clothes and returned to his car.  The county fair was on, and he wasn’t going to change his plans because of a psycho ex-girlfriend and her badge-wearing prick of a husband.He did, however, make sure he followed all the rules of the road to the letter on his way to the county fairground.Walking through the grass of the parking area toward the rides and stands helped chase away the darkness of his mood.  It had been years since he’d been to any kind of fair.  His ex-wife had wanted nothing to do with them.  Visions of corn dogs and elephant ears pulled him along, and he didn’t waste time finding stands that sold both.It was a strange couple of hours, to say the least.  People would approach him, and it would only dawn on him who they were once he’d been in conversation with them for a few minutes.  It had been so long.  Time had both dulled his memory, and changed everyone’s appearance. The crowd thinned of people who were old enough to remember him as the evening wore on.  Teenagers soon dominated the remaining crowd.  He was thinking about returning to the hotel when the sight of a homemade ice-cream stand diverted him.  That was another treat he hadn’t indulged in for years.  It was too hard to resist.A group of girls – all dressed to attract attention – were ahead of him.  Once they had their ice-cream, they turned, and he recognized Caitlin from the diner.  Her eyes lit up and she broke into a wide smile.“Go ahead, I’ll catch up,” she said to her friends.The girls didn’t even remotely try to hide their appraising glances as they moved away from the stand.“Get your ice-cream,” Caitlin said, still smiling brightly.Wary after having a run-in with Amy’s husband, he nodded and ordered a double-scoop bowl, wondering what she was up to.  Once he’d placed his order, she spoke up.“I just want to thank you for that tip.  That was so nice,” she said.“I’ve waited tables before.  I know it’s hard work and terrible pay.  When I get good service, I try to brighten up the day.”She said, “Well, you certainly brightened mine.”Are her friends hiding somewhere with their phones, waiting to post video of her embarrassing me online?  Are her parents somewhere nearby watching? he wondered.  There was no doubt she was flirting, but the question was why.Still, it was hard to ignore her tight, fitted t-shirt, which stretched with the most eye-catching bahcesehir escort bayan wrinkles between her large breasts.  The jeans she wore may as well have been painted on, leaving little to the imagination there.  His own jeans grew a little tighter as well.“Happy to do it,” he said as he accepted his ice cream.“It’s Caitlin, if you didn’t catch the name tag.”“Dave,” he responded.She made a little surprised sound, and lifted her ice cream cone.  He nearly groaned despite himself at the sight of her tongue tip lapping a drip of melted cream on the cone, and then continuing upward.  Her tongue broadened over the scoop, and she moaned after she swallowed.  He could almost feel her tongue sliding up his shaft, and then swirling over the head.“This is so good,” she said in a voice dripping with sensuality.  “I’ll leave you to yours.  I work the lunch shift at the diner most days.  Come by any time.”“I’ll keep that in mind.”“Okay.  Bye,” she said, and then left to catch up to her friends.Don’t do it, he told himself.  But, he did.  He turned to watch her walk away with her gorgeous, heart-shaped ass swaying.  He looked for only a second, but the moment he lifted his eyes from the vision, she glanced back over her shoulder, caught his gaze, and gave her ice cream cone another lick.Old instincts kicked in, and he smiled back at her, giving a brief nod before sitting down with his ice cream.  He was nowhere near as confident as he looked.  It had been many years since his player days.The encounter had him hard enough to feel as if he was going to bust through his zipper, though.****His friends had been the ones to suggest returning to the diner for lunch again.  He was of two minds about it, but didn’t argue.  Caitlin had caught them when they were barely inside the door, and made sure to point them toward a table in her section.  She picked up right where she’d left off with her flirting.“Here, let me get you a refill on that,” she said on one pass by the table, upon seeing Dave’s glass was empty.  She bent down, reached in front of him, and let her breasts brush against his shoulder in the process.As soon as she was out of earshot, Carl whispered, “Damn, she’s shoving those tits all in your face.”“Like mother, like daughter,” Will said, and winked.“And grandmother,” Carl added.Dave gave a dismissive wave and said, “She’s just aiming for another big tip.”“Tip of your dick,” Carl said in a rush as she returned to the table with the refill.Caitlin sat down his drink and said, “Just give me a wave if you want anything else.”That resulted in inevitable comments from his friends about what they wanted, as soon as she left the table.  Eventually, they got back on track, planning how they were going to spend the rest of his last day in town.  His friends’ wives had given them special permission to stay out late for the occasion, though they both lamented it was going to cost them somehow.Once their plans were settled, Dave took care of the bill.  He ended up giving her an even larger tip than the day before, and she rewarded him with one of her brilliant smiles.  Her flirting was a nice ego boost after the nightmare of his divorce, even if it wasn’t going anywhere.They hit the demolition derby at the fair, in which Carl’s brother took third place, and then it was off to the bar.  Time seemed to fly by, and Dave had a fantastic buzz going when the clock struck eleven, and his friends’ phones lit up with reminders from their wives.A big tip in advance convinced the cab driver to drop them all off in turn, and Dave’s hotel was the first stop.  He waved goodbye as the cab pulled away, and decided that he needed to get back into town more often.  He still had a ton of vacation time saved up – despite the amount he’d used on the divorce proceedings.A car door opened as he was turning to walk back to his room, and he did a double-take when he saw Caitlin climb out of the car.“Hey,” she said as she approached.“Hello,” he responded.She grinned as she strutted toward him.  “So, I overheard you say you’d be coming back here at eleven, and that it was your last night in town.  I thought I’d give you a chance to invite me in.”Caught completely off guard, he froze, staring at her standing in front of him.  She was still smiling, and standing with her hip cocked to the side, looking incredibly sexy.  Once the initial shock wore off, he glanced to the left and right, half expecting to see her father aiming a taser at him.“It’s okay.  I’m eighteen,” she said, drawing his attention back to her.  She was holding up her driver’s license.  “See.”He looked, and sure enough, Carl was right.  She was eighteen by a whole six days.  Dave looked over the license at her and said, “Are you serious?”“Oh, so serious,” she said as she slipped her license back in her purse.  She then stepped even closer, ran a soft finger up his arm and asked, “So, are you going to invite me in?”No, that’s insane, the voice of reason screamed in his head.  He wasn’t listening.  Between the booze and the sexy little minx throwing herself at him, it was a foregone conclusion.“I’d be crazy not to,” he answered.“Then let’s go.  I’m so fucking hot right now.”Dave nodded toward his room, and she fell in step with him.  The cab had dropped him off right in front of the room, so it took only a second to get there.  Then it was another second to open the escort bayan beylikdüzü door.  Then another to step inside.  She tossed her purse on a chair, and she was on him before he fully closed the door.Caitlin kissed him hard, holding her body against his, and started working on the tail of his shirt from the back.  He grabbed a double handful of her tight little butt, and returned the kiss with equal fervor, their tongues dancing over each other.  Her hands slid up his bare back once she extradited his shirt from his pants, and then began to push higher.  She pulled away from his lips just long enough to rip his shirt off, tugging rather uncomfortably on the tip of his nose and his ears in the process.She crushed her lips back to his, and he quickly found the zipper on her skirt.  As soon as the tab reached the bottom, he hooked his fingers beneath her panties, pushing them and the skirt down her legs.  The skirt dropped to the floor, while her panties stretched between her thighs.  Her hands roamed over his back, and he grabbed a handful of her bare ass.  With the other, he worked on shoving her panties down.Caitlin pulled her legs together, letting him push her panties past her knees.  She then pulled away, offered a sweet, sultry smile, and lifted her top.  Her heavy, braless breasts tumbled free.  They were bigger than her mother’s, though not quite as big as her grandmother’s, and every bit as incredible as Amy’s had been at that age.  She shared the family trait of small, pink nipples and areolas only a little darker than the surrounding skin.  Only a thin, sparse strip of hair adorned her mound.A stretch and a shimmy caused her panties to slip down to her ankles, and she moved back in.  This time, she didn’t press her body against him when their lips met, allowing her to reach for his belt.  He took advantage of that to squeeze her left breast and rub the stiff nipple with his palm.She made short work of his belt, button, and zipper.  Once the fly of his pants parted, he released her breast to push them down off his butt.  Her hand slipped into his boxers, and she gasped when her fingers curled around his hard cock.  She squeezed it once, and then they parted simultaneously.  He stepped on the heels of his shoes to remove them while she lifted and twisted her legs to free her ankles from her panties.  She then helped him push his pants and underwear the rest of the way down, and he jerked his feet out of them.They came together in another hungry kiss.  Clad in only his socks, and she in her heels, he edged her backwards toward the bed.  He guided her to sit, but she had other ideas.  She turned around, planted her hands on the mattress, and pushed her taut butt against his cock.  Her hair whipped over her shoulder when she looked back at him and said, “Fuck me.”Dave settled his left hand on her smooth hip, and she dropped down to her elbows.  Between the posture and her heels, her ass looked incredible.  He took aim and wriggled the head of his cock between her nether lips.“Damn, you’re wet,” he remarked as his tip pressed against the entrance of her canal.“So wet,” she said.  “Give it to me.  Please.  Give it to…”Her words vanished into a sharp gasp when his cock popped inside her.  She was so hot, wet, and velvety smooth inside that a growl arose in his throat.  He sank into her about half his length, and then her walls closed even tighter around him.“Oh my god,” she whimpered when he held himself inside her for a moment.  She drew air into her lungs with a deep gasp as he pulled back, and then cried out, “Yes,” when he pushed back inside her.It was as if he had been transported back oh so many years to the first time he’d slid inside her mother.  He rocked his hips, slowly opening her up, drunk on her sounds of pleasure and her tight pussy caressing him.  She shifted slightly, slipping a hand beneath her to her clit.  His balls brushed against her on the next stroke, and he pulled back quickly, only to dive balls deep inside her with a grunt.Caitlin yelped when he hit bottom and trembled as he held himself buried in her depths.  “So good.  So good.  Don’t stop,” she implored.He pumped his hips at a steady pace, delighting in her tight pussy, and her young body undulating.  As petty as it was, the encounter with her father – and by proxy, her mother – made it all the sweeter.Revenge is a dish best served in a hot, wet pussy, popped into his head, and he grinned at the thought.She glanced back at him, her face tightening with pleasure, and said, “Oh, fuck yes.  Your cock feels so good.  Faster.”Faster he could manage, and so much more.  Years of experience had taught him a multitude of tricks.  The hint of delighted surprise in her voice when he bent his knees a little, changing the angle at which he was penetrating her, encouraged him to bring out a few more.  He varied the speed and angle of his thrusts, keeping her off-balance, hitting new pleasure centers when she least expected it.  The rising pitch and volume of her whimpers left little doubt it was working.“Yeah!  Yeah!  Yeah!” she cried when he hit her with a far quicker series of thrusts.He was beginning to feel the first tickles of an impending orgasm, but concentrating on giving her far more pleasure than he’d ever given her mother helped stave it off.Soon enough, he was pounding her at full force.  Her butt jiggled.  Her breasts swayed erratically.  Her strawberry-blonde locks danced from the shockwaves traveling through her body.  He released her hip with his left hand, dipped his thumb in her abundant juices, and pulled out the next surprise from his bag of tricks.Caitlin yelped when the slippery digit pressed hard against the pink iris of her ass.

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I had been seeing Carol for about six weeks, we had met in my local pub in Wimbledon and hit it off from the start. We slept together on the first night and subsequently spent the whole weekend together. A bond of trust and lust had been formed and we were now a couple. Very early on we had decided to book a holiday together. The time had come to take it.We had arranged for a cab to pick us up from our flats and then take us to Victoria Station to get the fast train to Gatwick Airport. Our similarities were again obvious. Both of us had packed large roller bags and both had small rucksacks as carry on luggage. I had brought my camera so Carol said she could take anything we picked up at the airport.It was mid-week during term time so the train was not busy and the check-in for our flight was straightforward. We lingered in duty-free for a while and chose a bottle of single malt from a respected distillery. We had discovered we were both partial to a decent whisky.After that, we enjoyed a light unhurried breakfast, picked up some magazines and wandered down to the gate to board our flight.The aircraft wasn’t full so boarding was easy. The flight down to the Canary Islands was to take about four hours. We had chosen Fuerteventura and booked a nice hotel. Neither of us and drunk any coffee that morning so when the plane levelled off we were both able to snooze for a while. When we woke Carol started on her book and I caught up on a couple of episodes of a TV series I had been watching on my iPad.After a couple of hours, Carol needed the loo. On such a small plane she had to climb over me. Checking to make sure no one could see, she took the opportunity to stick her bum into my face. I saw the outline of a thong under her skirt. When she returned I put my hand on her seat so she sat on it. I was able to give her bum a good feel but little else in that confined space.Carol reached up into the overhead locker and took out her light jacket. She spread this across my lap and very discreetly unzipped my fly and began feeling my cock. I began to get hard.“You beylikdüzü escort are going to have to stop that,” I whispered. “If you make me cum it will be impossible to clean up. Also, I’ve not seen you for a couple of days so my first cum will be massive.”“I assumed you would have been wanking yourself silly, thinking of all the pussy you are going to get?” Carol teased me. She did see my point and moved her hand. I zipped myself up and gave her back her jacket.The rest of the flight passed slowly, I tried a magazine, a book, but I couldn’t concentrate. I just wanted to be fucking Carol.When we landed everything was simple.  I did wonder if this would be something we would look back on in years to come when the sheer madness of Brexit kicked in? Fuerteventura is not a big airport and we had our bags in no time. We were met by a rep from the resort who explained that they had a minibus to take us there. She wanted to wait for an incoming German flight and take the guests from that plane as well. Her name was Carmen and she took us to a terrace cafe adjacent to the terminal. Carmen spoke with the waiter and we soon had a plate of tapas, some olives and a couple of glasses of cold white Rioja.Carol and I opted to sit outside and we both enjoyed the feeling of the warm sun. The terrace looked down to the sea and the turquoise waters looked so inviting. As we finished our wine an aircraft landed and we saw it taxi to a halt at the terminal.Carmen kept checking we were okay and making sure we had everything we needed. We both had a small second glass of wine. Within twenty minutes Carmen was back to tell us that she now had all her guests and we were ready to leave for the hotel. We thanked the waiter, me with rudimentary Spanish, Carol with much more fluency.The other guests were all German and of a variety of ages. There was one stunningly attractive woman of our age. We boarded the bus and I noticed that the woman I had seen seemed to be with a man who looked considerably older than her. The drive to the hotel bahcesehir escort bayan took about an hour and I gazed at the barren landscape of this island.When we got to the hotel our rooms weren’t quite ready so we were directed to the restaurant where we enjoyed a late lunch. More than once I thought I saw the very attractive lady glancing at us.When we finished lunch we headed to our room. Ours was on the top floor and our large balcony was on the side of the building. Our room was perfect, a large bed an on-suite bathroom and a small table, chairs, and sofa.We unpacked and I saw that Carol had brought a number of bikinis and some kaftan type robes. The kaftan was practically transparent and the bikinis looked very small. I could see that the week ahead was going to be fun. It was mid-afternoon and we had been on the go since very early morning. We decided to take a nap.I awoke about forty minutes later to the wonderful sensation of Carol sucking my cock. She was naked. On seeing me wake she lay on top of me and pushed her pussy into my face. It was clear what she wanted. Carol had just had a fresh wax and her pussy looked inviting. I began to lick her slit enthusiastically. When I realised that her climax was close, I pushed my thumb into her pussy at the same time slid a finger into her bum. I was able to work both her holes in a pincer movement. Carol exhaled deeply and went limp on me. My cock slipped from her mouth. I extracted my fingers, got out from underneath her and stood facing her. I pointed my cock at her and began masturbating vigorously. As anticipated when I came I shot a big load. Carol was lying on her back, some of my cum landed on her breasts, some on her tummy and some in her little strip of pubic hair. As she always seemed to do whenever I masturbated, Carol took the head of my cock in her mouth and licked off any residual cum. It was a highly erotic gesture.Carol decided she wanted to check the weather and then the beach. Still naked and covered in my cum she stepped out onto the balcony. escort bayan beylikdüzü I heard voices, but Carol didn’t hurry back into the room. I had begun to realise that she was an exhibitionist and that she quickly got aroused when flaunting herself.Carol came back into the room.“Who were you talking to?”  I asked her.“Just our immediate neighbour.” she replied, “A couple who were on the bus from the airport with us.”Carol took a quick shower to wash my cum off her and the got dressed. She chose a pair of tight-fitting walking shorts and a halter necked top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, her tits looked magnificent and her nipples were prominent. I threw on some shorts and a polo shirt.We kissed and headed for the door.“You’ve just had something nice to eat?” remarked Carol with a mischievous smile as we set off.We walked through the grounds of the hotel and then onto the beach beyond it. The sand was white and soft and seemed to go on for miles. We both took off our sandals and walked barefoot. When we reached the sea we walked through the gentle waves arm in arm. We talked about nothing in particular and enjoyed the feeling of the sun on our faces. It was clear to both of us that it had been a very long grey winter in London.The resort wasn’t busy but there were people out doing all kinds of activities. Windsurfing and kite surfing seemed to be particularly popular. Others were swimming, many of the women were topless and some were naked. The men all appeared to be naked. Carol ran ahead of me, turned to face me and took off her top. Her breasts were free.“I am so looking forward to getting some sun.” she declared. She rejoined me and we continued our walk. The late afternoon sun warming our bodies.“I’m going to need plenty of lotion rubbing into me, regularly.” Carol declared as we walked.“It would be my pleasure,” I replied. I let my hand slip and rest on her bum. I made no attempt to do it subtly. I was grabbing her arse and letting everyone see what I was doing.We returned to the hotel, Carol put her top back on, at the very last minute and we walked through the grounds. I stopped at a gift shop and bought a set of heavy glass tumblers. I always think that if you have made the effort to buy a decent whisky then it should be served in a quality glass. I wasn’t going to be drinking our Port Charlotte from the tooth glasses in the room.

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Having met whilst walking dogs Emily Wagsaff, aged sixty-three, and fifty-nine-year-old Trevor Hinton developed a friendship that rapidly became more and culminated in the married Emily going to the divorced Trevor’s house for some wonderful lovemaking.The following day when they met whilst working the dogs Emily took Trevor into the undergrowth and gave him an amazing blowjob and now the two were only thinking of how and when they could be together again. Whilst they would be seeing each other almost every day whilst out with the dogs actually getting together for sex would be more difficult.The night after the second sexual encounter they could both safely, and correctly, assume that the other was masturbating whilst thinking of them with Emily being in her spare bedroom away from her nonattentive husband Arthur.They both almost counted the minutes until their meeting the next day with dogs in tow, in Emily’s case the dog belonged to her neighbour Janet.”Oh Trevor I think about you all the time, I have got to have you again,” said Emily after the initial “Good Morning” greetings.”Yes darling I want you so much,” replied Trevor fighting to keep his hands off her rounded body.The first thought was to again go into the undergrowth for a grope but there was always a risk of being caught so it was decided that Emily would walk back to Janet’s house via Trevor’s for what could beylikdüzü escort only be a quickie.Once at Trevor’s house and with the two dogs lapping at bowls of water the mature lovers locked in a long passionate kiss.As Janet would be expecting Emily back with her dog at a certain time they had to be quick. Swiftly, Trevor, had Emily’s blouse undone and her tits dragged out of her bra and Emily had Trevor’s impressive penis out of his trousers and in her hand.As time was short Trevor turned Emily around and with his hands under her skirt, pulled her knickers down, and had her bent over his kitchen table with her knickers now removed and her skirt raised high up her back. His fingers worked her already very moist cunt and she moaned and twisted imploring him to put his cock in her.He had it had her now very wet entrance and they both sighed with joy as he slid in and started thrusting. She was so turned on that he had not slid in and out of her many times before she noisily indicated that she was cumming. This encouraged Trevor to ram her harder and faster.Whilst their previous time upstairs in this house had been lovemaking this was pure fucking and Trevor’s body started to tense as he felt his spunk rising.Emily had just started a second orgasm as his seed shot from his throbbing penis into her delighted cunt.After they had both finished bahcesehir escort bayan cumming he slumped on her back for a moment as his penis softened and plopped out of her cunt.”Um, I needed that,” said Emily as they straightened up and kissed.”Me too but you really are a naughty girl, I think you should have your bottom smacked.””I would love you to smack my bottom but now I must get Janet’s dog home,” replied the just fucked Emily.”Yes of course but next time that you are here I will have you over my knee for a good hard bare arse spanking before we make love,” said Trevor.”Oh yes darling that would be wonderful,” replied Emily before they kissed again.She stepped back into her knickers and straightened her bra and did up her blouse.”Oh I can feel our cum wetting my knickers, that is a wonderful feeling,” she said before a final kiss, and then she was off to take her neighbours dog home.The couple had by now, not surprisingly, exchanged mobile numbers, and texts went back and forth each telling the other how much they felt about them and what they wanted to be doing with them.Although it was what they both craved actually having sex every day was not really practical but the announcement by Emily’s husband Arthur that he was going on a golfing weekend the following Friday brought joy to both of them.Even then it was not practical escort bayan beylikdüzü for them to spend the entire weekend together and Emily did not want Trevor to be seen (or heard) at her house so reluctantly they decided that she would just go to Trevor’s house after the morning dog walking on the Saturday and Sunday.They did talk on the phone on the Friday night as they each masturbated themselves to orgasm before meeting on the scheduled dog walk on the Saturday morning.The dog walking over,  Emily went to Trevor’s house in anticipation of having her arse spanked before some wonderful lovemaking.They could now safely have several hours together before Emily had to return home because Arthur may well ring her on the landline that night. Although he was not attentive most of the time he had what today would be an annoying habit of phoning home whilst away and Emily did not want to think of a reason to explain her not being there to answer it.Much kissing and stroking preceded Trevor and Emily’s journey to his bedroom where clothing was slowly and seductively removed until they were both naked.They were both hugely turned on as evidenced by Trevor’s erect cock and Emily’s wet cunt but there was something to attend to before the inevitable lovemaking.Trevor sat on a chair and indicating his lap said, “Right young lady, over you go.”Emily playfully tugged his rigid penis before draping her naked body over his lap.Trevor’s hand circled her large buttocks and she almost purred. She did more than purr as he ran his fingers along her arse crack and then put them in her wet cunt.They were both longing to make love but the spanking had been arranged and it was about to start.

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Chapter One- SeanMy wife has always been a beautiful woman. When we met the first thing I noticed about her was the signature red lipstick she always wears. She is a slender woman of 5’5″ with a mane of raven hair. Despite ten years of marriage, she is a young, healthy thirty-five year old. Her sweet DD tits and cute arse are regularly showcased in pretty lingerie and flattering clothes. Marie-my wife- is a high school teacher who enjoys an active bahçesehir escort social life and a loving marriage. Lately my wife has expressed a desire to spice things up. She has always been game to try everything and I am happily satisfied with her striptease burlesque performances, eagerness for backdoor loving and flexibility in trying new positions.An aspect that we have not yet tried is swinging. I have always beylikdüzü bayan escort been a faithful husband and have no desire for anyone other than Marie. My dear spouse however has mentioned a fantasy of being made to suck off another man while I watch and spank her for her ‘betrayal’. We would not do this if I did not trust her completely however her confession made my cock twitch with a lust to escort beylikdüzü fulfill the fantasy. Her suggestion of a former student of hers intrigued me. Marie had brought up the subject one Sunday morning in bed when I was already aroused from her alarm clock blowjob. The boy in question-Liam- is now 20 and working at a local store while studying. Marie had noticed his lingering attention to her body as a student but now received his flirtations openly. Naturally it was perplexing to hear her tell me how Liam believed himself to be enamoured with a woman 15 years his senior but I was entertained by her revelations.Liam had bought her roses for her birthday a few months ago and would do DIY jobs around the house for free as a ‘favour’.

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Forlornly, I waved goodbye to Michelle as she drove off to do her school pick up run. As I went inside I reflected on the amazing day we had spent together (the last full day we would have for quite a number of weeks); two squiring orgasms for Michelle, a first time tit fuck for me (for both us to be exact) and a very deep and meaningful discussion about relationships. In particular, our respective marital relationships and some of the previously undiscussed circumstances that, without any forethought or planning by either of us, had ultimately delivered us into each other’s arms. I shook my head in delightful disbelief at my (and Michelle’s) good fortune. There was no denying the fact that I was looking forward to the school holidays that were due to start at the end of the following week as it meant some good times with my daughter. However, it also meant time away from Michelle. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder,” I thought to myself, which turned into a chuckle as another idea popped into my head. “I wonder if the same can be said for a cock?” I busied myself tidying up the kitchen and generally getting to house in some sort of order while waiting for my daughter to arrive home from school. I checked my emails and wrote some replies and updated my calendar accordingly for the following week. Time slipped by quickly and before I knew it, it was 3.30pm. I was just about to leave my home office to go downstairs and make some tea when the phone rang. The caller ID was blocked. Instinctively I thought of ignoring the call to avoid talking to a bank or dealing with telemarketers but then I remembered Clare’s call earlier in the week was ID barred, as it channelled through the school switchboard network, so I took a chance and answered. “Hi Ray, it is Clare.” I was relieved it was the one person calling that I was eager to hear from, the warmth of her voice a delight to my ear. “Hi Clare. Good of you to call.” “I hope I haven’t caught you with your pants down?” She laughed at her remark. I thought it a bit crass but from my limited experience with Clare I understood where she was coming from. “No, you haven’t, but even if you had, it would not be of any consequence.” “Oh, I don’t know,” she said provocatively. “It could make for some interesting dialogue over the phone. Who knows what it might lead to?” “We’ll have to leave that kind of chat for another time, I’m afraid. I am expecting my daughter home any minute.” “What a spoil sport,” she laughed. “I guess I’ll just have to cut to the chase.” “What can I do you for?” I asked, enjoying the levity, but also wanting to get off the phone. “Now that is a bit more like it. Oh, but you don’t have time for me now. I’ll just have to wait my turn. How about next Thursday? Can you squeeze me in?” “Sure.” “I am so pleased you can fit me into your tight schedule. How does ten o’clock in my office sound?” The first part of her response was laced with a sarcastic sound that I did not really appreciate. Rather than take issue, I decided to let it slide and further explore the sexual innuendo ridden aspect of our chat. “I thought you were the one with the tight schedule?” I quipped. “Anyway, regardless of who’s schedule, or anything else for that matter, is tight or not, I am sure either way it can be stretched to accommodate, don’t you agree?” “You have aroused my level of expectation, Ray. I looked forward to continuing this discussion next Thursday. You had better come prepared.” “Ten o’clock, your office, I’ll be there.” “I just hope Michelle hasn’t exhausted your capacities?” “I can neither confirm nor deny that last assertion, but I have good recuperative powers; I am sure I will be able rise to the occasion, Clare. See you then.” I got off the phone, amused and a bit annoyed at the double entendre filled phone call. The dalliance with Clare the week before was very enjoyable, to say the least, make that extremely enjoyable, but I knew she was up to something and not knowing what was troubling. I shrugged it off, assuming it was all part of a little game Clare seemed to enjoy playing with me, updated my calendar with the Clare appointment details and started downstairs. I had no sooner started to boil the kettle when my mobile rang again. “When are you going to see Clare?” Michelle asked without any formal greeting. I was surprised and overjoyed to hear her voice. “Funny you should ask. I just got off the phone with her.” “I am surprised you were able to get off over the phone, I thought I had drained you.” Michelle’s cheeky comment made me smile. “She did prick my attention with some rather saucy double meanings.” I could not stop myself, I just had to laugh. Michelle joined in and we bantered on for a short time longer. She explained that she was still waiting for her son to come out of a late finishing choir rehearsal and had run into Clare. “So, when are you going to see Clare?” she asked. “Next Thursday, at ten o’clock, in her orifice.” “I assume you meant office and were teasing me. However, that may explain her huge grin when I saw her a few minutes ago,” Michelle mused. “She asked if I had heard from you, but we got interrupted when her mobile rang and she had to go.” “I only got off, um, let me rephrase that,” I laughed. “We only finished fixing the timing a few minutes ago. I was just making a cup of tea for myself and now I have the pleasure of hearing your voice.” “That is nice to hear, thank you,” Michelle replied, and then she added in a rather nonchalant tone, “The pupils actually finish on Wednesday, which means there will only be staff at the school on Thursday. You had better get plenty of rest between now and then. Your first experience with her was… um, unconventional, shall we say.” I spluttered into my cup. Thankfully, a napkin was within close reach. “Yes, it was an unconventional interview, as you put it.” I laughed and coughed at the same time and quickly wiped my mouth and chin, relieved not have spilt tea all over myself. “Informative is another word to describe it.” “I bet you are hoping to get a lot more information at your next meeting?” Michelle was deliberately baiting me in a humorous way. “I am eager to find out if I have secured that casual teaching position she was looking into, first and foremost.” “Absolutely!” Michelle agreed excitedly, but I could tell bahçesehir escort she was not going to leave the subject there. “It will be interesting to see how it will all work out for you. You have to remember though, she will be the boss and you will be working under her…” “I am not sure which position we will end up in. Like you said, she will be the boss, so I am happy to let her decide. I just have to make sure I keep my end of the bargain up.” As much as I tried, I could not keep a straight face, or voice in this case. “You are nothing but a tease,” she exclaimed, her sexy voice soothing any reservations I might have had concerning my dealing with Clare. “I suppose I could be accused of that, but I certainly don’t leave you disappointed.” “No, you certainly haven’t disappointed,” she purred. “Not so far.” We both had to laugh at that comment. “Seriously though, you don’t mind?” I asked, genuinely concerned. ‘Ray. What we have, you and I together, I mean, is something gloriously pleasurable. The sex is great, and don’t let that go to your head,” she chortled, “and the comfort we have with each other on so many levels, is something we deeply cherish. But that cannot stand in the way of… um…” She was searching for the right words. “Developing our own sense of our selves through interactions with other people…” I offered. “Yep. That will do nicely, thank you.” Michelle sounded pleased with my interjection. “Long story short, as far as you and I go, we can screw who we want, when we want etcetera, but we still have each other to fall back on. Right?” “Damn straight!” “Good. Now, no more concerns about Clare.” Michelle had put on her motherly voice as she scolded me. “You just make damn sure you get yourself on that trip.” “Yes Ma’am.” I said in an admonished voice, which made Michelle laugh. “There is one thing I have to do before seeing Clare though. I have to get my hair cut.” “It is a bit wild at the moment,” Michelle added. “Is that so?” I retorted, trying to sound injured. “Yes!” “I hate it when you’re right.” We both laughed. We chatted lightly for a few more minutes before my thoughts turned to our being apart. “Today was our last time together for about three weeks, if I am not mistaken.” “Yes, unfortunately. The actual school holiday break is two weeks, which includes Easter and ANZAC Day this time around. Then I am away from the Tuesday after school resumes for ten days.” I could hear the emotion in her voice. “It is more like four weeks we will be apart.” “We can still say hello over the fence if we get the opportunity,” I reminded her. It was not like we would not be seeing each other at all. Michelle concurred and we discussed various options to keep our respective siblings entertained. Finally, the time had arrived and we had to take our leave of each other. It was sad in many respects because of all that we had discussed recently as well as the sexual activity. However, we did have many bright points to help get us through. There was the Clare meeting and all the tour arrangements to get organised, both individually and as a team. On top of that, we still had the opportunity of spending two nights and close to three days together to look forward to, well before the music tour. “The future looks so bright, I have to wear shades,” I said, quoting the song title. She laughed heartily. We said our goodbyes, for the thousandth time it seemed, and hung up. As I still had the phone in my hand I decided to make the hair cut appointment before I forgot. “Hello, Nicolina speaking.” “Hi Bella,” I answered, “How are you?” “Hi Ray. I am good. So, tell me?” I smiled to myself. That was Nicolina’s typical question when clients rang to make appointments. It was unusual but, hey, it worked. “Could I get a haircut at nine thirty on Monday?” I liked to get the first appointment on a Monday as it was always quieter. Nicolina was the only person who worked on a Monday and being first up meant no distracting chatter with other clients; I had Nicolina all to myself. “I might be a little late on Monday. Is 9.45 okay?” “No problem.” I was relieved to have that organised. All I had to do now was get all the information I needed to take to Clare sorted. It was 9.30am when I arrived outside the door to Nicolina’s salon. The morning peak hour traffic had been good for a change so the drive into the CBD to drop my wife off was quick and easy. The drive back out to the inner western suburb where Nicolina was located was a little congested but moving and I was lucky enough to find a parking spot right out front. The salon was still in darkness, indicating Nicolina was running late as she had suggested she might be. The sunny morning made it pleasant to wait by the door and catch up on some of the overnight European football scores. After a short while I looked up and saw her walking toward me. She was smoking a cigarette with her large leather bag slung over her shoulder as she made her way along the foot path. She was wearing a knee length denim skirt, a sunflower yellow coloured shirt and black flat soled slip-on shoes. Her jet black, shoulder length hair was newly bobbed, and it swished and swayed as she walked. From my vantage point, she looked in a vibrant and buoyant mood which always made for good conversation during my time with her. I go out of the car and waved. “Hi Ray,” she said as she got closer. “How are you? Sorry, I am late.” “Ciao Bella. I’m fine. How are you?” Nicolina was of Italian decent so I liked to use some of the limited Italian words and phrases I knew when conversing with her. She also found it amusing when I got it wrong. “You’re not late. You mentioned you would be here around 9.45…I was early, in fact.” Before opening the door she leant towards me to give me a kiss on each cheek in typical European fashion. She placed her hands on my shoulders and tilted her head to my right so I raised my hands toward her hips. Although unintentional, I misjudged and my palms settled on either side of her upper abdomen and as she moved to kiss me her body shifted causing them to move higher. I could feel the heat of her body through her shirt and the swell of the underside of her breasts against my thumbs. I quickly decided to take advantage of the opportunity and shifted my hand slightly higher which brought beylikdüzü bayan escort my palms into contact with the sides of her breasts. It was only a brief contact but enough to give me a sense of her heavy breast flesh through her underwired lace covered bra. “Uno momento.” She said after breaking our greeting. She placed the key into the lock to open it and did not seem to have noticed my touch of her breast or if she had, she made no issue of it not seemed upset. “There!” She smiled broadly, holding the door open for me after she had disarmed the alarm. “Come in. I’m glad you’re my first customer, I always like talking with you.” “I like speaking to you too.” I replied, watching her behind as she walked across the salon to turn on the lights. “That is why I like to see you first thing on Mondays. It’s just you and me plus it’s quieter and a lot less chaotic.” “You should have been here on Saturday.” She laughed. “It was bedlam.” Nicolina’s salon, though small, had a more efficiently laid out floor plan compared to her previous one. She initially ran the business for the owners, who had two other premises, but the husband died and the wife sold the business to Nicolina about three years ago. The area was predominantly an Old Italian suburb about 10 kilometres from the centre of Sydney and with Nicolina’s Italian background, the local women all came to her. From outside, her front door is on the left hand side of the frontage, and as you enter her reception desk is a metre in from the door. The interior is about five metres wide by four metres deep and looks out onto the footpath where she puts a table and some chairs; Nicolina’s smoking spot. Directly behind the reception desk is a small room divider with some product display shelves which extends about one meter in from the left hand wall. Directly behind this wall, Nicolina has a small coffee machine over a bar fridge and two hair washing stations. Along the right hand wall she has two long wall mounted mirrors and two swivel chairs; this is where she plies her hair dressing talents. At the back of this area there is a small table and two doors. The table is where her colleague and resident beautician, Lillie, does her nail treatments and the like. The first of the doors at the back, which is located centrally along the rear wall, leads into a room where Lillie does all her specialised beautician work and the second door, located in the far right corner leads out to the toilet facilities. It is small when compared to most salons but functional and Nicolina was happier due to cheaper rent, if nothing else. With the lights on, Nicolina raised the front blinds. The morning sun burst in, filling the salon with a happy glow that seemed to match her demeanour perfectly. “You seem very cheerful and bouncy this morning?” I observed. “Thank you. I had a really good night’s sleep for a change. I have also been getting up earlier and going for a brisk five to ten kilometre walk, depending on how much time I have available. I have been feeling good for doing the exercise. It helps me overcome the stress of standing all day in here.” She smiled brightly and her big brown eyes shone. “Now all you have to do is give those up,” I said, pointing to the cigarette packet that had fallen from her bag. “Tell me about it,” she answered with a sigh as she reached for the small table which was to go outside. “I’ll do that,” I offered. “Okay, thank you. You take the table and I’ll take the chairs.” She stepped back so I could grasp the table. I picked it up and watched as she bent to pick up the chairs. As she leaned forward, her yellow shirt dropped forward, exposing her bra covered chest to my hungry eyes. “She definitely has great tits for her age ,” I thought to myself as I fixed my gaze onto her swaying bosom. I knew from previous conversations that Nicolina came from Calabria, in the south of Italy, and her complexion was typical of the region. Dark, olive skin, big brown eyes, jet black hair; Mediterranean looks, no question and a good looking package she was to boot. She had some signs of ageing around her eyes but her skin still looked soft and youthful. I did not have any clue of her actual age but if I had to guess I would think she would have been in her late fifties. Nicolina was not short either. I had only seen her in the salon where she always wore flat shoes but she still reached at least 175cm tall (5ft 8’). Today however, was an exception in terms of her attire, as normally she wore dark colours to work. Despite her age, she had a good figure, especially her breasts, which were rounded and full as they nestled in her bra. She had a bit of a rounded bump tummy, which I knew from previous discussions, was from the sad occasion of having to deliver, via Caesrean section, a still born child; her only child as it turned out. I assumed that was part of the reason she immersed herself in her work. I dared not move, drinking in sight of her breast flesh as they concaved with the weight of her bosom as she bent to pick up the chairs. “They look heavy?” I said, fully intending my comment to be directed to the chairs but inwardly meaning her tits. “They are not heavy,” she replied straightening and smiling. “I was just being careful of how I gripped them. I didn’t want to break my nails.” “No, there is no Lillie today to fix them if you did,” I laughed. I held the door open and we went out and arranged the setting to her desired positions. “Coffee?” she asked. I accepted readily and we went back inside. I followed her in admiring the sway of her hips under her snug fitting denim skirt. Just as we were about to pass the front desk, she paused, saying she had to find a piece of paper from Saturday and pick up the fallen cigarettes. She picked them up and threw them under the desk. As she fished around, looking for the paper on a low shelf, her shirt billowed open again, revealing her deep and inviting cleavage. With her every movement her breasts swayed seductively. I noted the way they pressed heavily into the cups of her black under wire bra. If I was any judge, I would have thought the material was under serious stress. “Probably a far greater pressure than what my crotch is experiencing in the confines of my jeans,” I thought to myself. “Although…” I could not move. I wanted escort beylikdüzü to take in the wonderful sight for as long as possible. It was all I could do not to thrust a hand inside her top and grab a handful of boob but resist I did. “Can you see a yellow post-it note sized piece of paper on the top of the desk?” Nicolina asked. She was still bent over and my eyes were feasting on her chest as she looked up and then looked down to see her blouse gapping, providing me with such a magnificent view. “There is nothing in plain sight on your desk,” I replied after quickly glancing in that direction. I had not moved closer as I did not want to lose my prime viewing position. “You might need to look closer,” she suggested. “At the desk top as well.” I grinned self-consciously at being discovered. I moved to the front of the waist high reception desk and moved her appointment book. “Found it!” I exclaimed, holding it aloft for her to see.“Thank god.” Nicolina sighed, withdrawing her head from under the desk. “Do you need some help?” I asked, seeing she was attempting to straighten. As I moved back to my previous position, I got another eye full of her heavy chest. “Thank you, that would be helpful,” she accepted gratefully. As I reached to help her up, she looked down at her drooping top again. As she rose to stand in front of me, my right hand slid to her waist. Just as had occurred when we kissed hello, I moved my hand upward and rested my thumb against the swell of her breast. “Are you okay?” I enquired. “Yes, thank you.” She sighed again. “I need that paper, as I urgently have to place an order later today for a client coming in on Friday. I nearly forgot. Now, what was I doing? Oh. Coffee!” I stepped back and allowed her to pass. I was sure she had noticed my thumb resting on the swell of her breast and I was certain she knew I had been looking longingly deep inside her shirt, but she was not reacting. “Hmm, what to do?” I mentally asked myself. “Cappuccino?” she asked, drawing me away from my metal deliberations. “Yes, please.” “How do you have it, Bello?” she asked, placing two cups under the respective spouts. “White and two sugars, please,” I replied. “I’m not sweet enough some people say.” She smiled warmly and bent to open the fridge. Her shirt gapped wonderfully and I stood there with my eyes fixed onto her delightfully melons. Nicolina retrieved the milk, looked down at her shirt and noticed it was again providing me a direct line of sight onto her womanly assets. “I’ll have to do something about that,” she said idly. “About what?” I asked innocently. “Oh…” she deliberately paused. “The milk situation. I will have to get some more milk later today.” “I thought there was ample there…” I grinned, my heart pounding in my chest. Nicolina smiled warmly at my response. She turned her attention to making coffee and asked if I needed my hair washed. I explained I had washed it in the shower earlier and she suggested that I sit at the basin and that she would only lightly wash it and then she would put a good conditioner through it. I was about to do as she suggested when, much to my delight, she bent over to put the milk away. “If I am not mistaken, she is enjoying flashing her tits at me as much as I am enjoying looking at them,” I thought. “ That is the fourth time in quick succession and she knows what I am up to. Do I try for a hand full?” “Sit,” She suggested, indicating the first of the washing stations. “Relax your eyes, I mean your legs and enjoy your coffee while I wash your hair.” “What about your coffee? It will get cold.” I chose to ignore the eye comment. “I usually end up having coffee cold when I am in here.” She laughed. “It’s part of the job.” She shrugged her shoulders, which made her breasts sway under her shirt. She laid a small black towel across my shoulders and tucked it into my collar. Following that, she placed a large, light-weight smock across my clothes, which buttoned at the back behind my neck and, by pressing her hand on my shoulder, eased me back into the chair so that my neck entered the circular nook of the wrap-around basin. “You do good coffee,” I said, finishing the cup. It was a good coffee, just the way I like it; not too hot and not bitter. She adjusted the water temperature and doused my hair. A small rivulet of water ran down my neck and onto my chest which made me shudder. Nicolina apologised and came around in front of me to fix the situation. She bent from the waist and reached for the towel another beside the basin. Her shirt did not disappoint and gapped appropriately, her breasts swinging with her every movement. Her cleavage deepened as she reached forward to rearrange the towel with her arms pressing her breasts together. “Nice,” I whispered. “Thank you,” she replied, although I was not sure if she felt I was commenting about the towel being fixed or her gapping top. Sadly, she returned to washing my hair. Her strong fingers kneaded my head and scalp making me close my eyes in enjoyment. She rotated them in large swooping circles, pressing deeply into my head. She traced a path from my temples, around my ears and down the back of my head to the nape of my neck. Her scalp was massage technique was a highlight of the hair cutting process that I always looked forward to and today was no exception. She rinsed the shampoo out of my hair and continued to the conditioning treatment stage. She massaged the conditioner in with equal vigour and then ran her nails back along the scalp. It felt wonderful. She was about to comb the fragrant mixture through my hair when she dropped it. The comb slid, as if it were on a ski jump, and flew off across the floor. Nicolina apologised for her clumsiness and went to retrieve the wayward comb. To my surprise she deliberately turned to face me as she bent to pick it up. There they were again; her beautiful breasts in all their bra encased glory. I was left in no doubt this time about her conscious decision to openly display her bounty. Just what to do about it was my next dilemma. She turned the tap off and started to dry my hair with the towel using long slow circular motions with her expert fingers. It was making me feel dreamily relaxed again despite the constant replay of the numerous views inside her shirt I had been afforded up to now. “There. If you just take a seat over there,” She pointed to the seat in front of the mirror directly across from me, “I will be with you in a moment. Would you like another coffee?” “Sure,” I said standing and turning to face her as I answered. Nicolina smiled warmly, her big brown eyes looking directly at me.

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As I left the main gate of the base, I gave the guard a final salute. With my Honorable Discharge in hand I headed for San Antonio. I would be spending the night at Essie’s condo and then on Thursday I would apply for a job at Ward and Ward Co. Ward and Ward Co. is wholly owned by Essie Ward. ‘Who is Essie Ward’, you may ask? If you haven’t been following my story from the beginning, Essie is my love. What started out as a cougar/cub relationship is now a full blown romance. I fell in love with her and she with me. I’m twenty-eight and Essie is fifty. Our age difference does not matter in our lives. In fact Essie could pass for a thirty something woman any day of the week. She was blessed with the ‘young genes’ that I’m sure most women would desire. Essie is a beautiful woman with a slim and well toned body. She works hard and relentlessly and I believe that is part of her secret to stay so young. Essie has one child who I have never met. Her name is Madison and she manages Essie’s ranch. Madison is two years younger than me. I saw a picture of her in Essie’s condo and she looks like an Essie clone. Essie’s husband and Madison’s father was killed in a helicopter crash on the ranch. Duke Ward and the pilot were rounding up cattle when the copter snagged on a tree killing both. *** When I arrived at Essie’s condo I was allowed entry by the guard. Security is of utmost importance in this complex. There are rich and famous people living here. I drove my car into the garage under the building and into it’s assigned stall. Essie’s car was there but she may have taken a cab to work today. You never know what she will be doing. One day she will be working in the oil field and the next she will be having lunch with the governor. I slid my card to call the elevator. The elevator doors closed and it whisked me up to her condo. The elevator doors opened into her condo’s great room. This is a very exclusive condominium complex. I didn’t see Essie so I assumed she must still be at work. I grabbed a beer from the bar and walked onto the patio. Her patio is a rooftop green space. Excellently designed and a nice place to unwind. I sat down and relaxed while I drank my beer. I was thinking about tomorrow and about applying for a job. Essie had told me that the company was having problems obtaining new employees because of the oil boom. She almost guaranteed me a job if I applied. She told me I would be starting at the bottom and would have to work and earn my way up the ladder. I promised her I would work hard and that I would never be an embarrassment to her. I finished my beer and walked back into her condo. What a surprise, to see Essie standing in her great room. Let me tell you a little something about Essie, whose first name is Estelle. Essie is 5’9″ and weighs around 130. Her cup size is a very full B, that much I know. I do not know her measurements but she is very well proportioned for her height. She is a very beautiful woman and has a beautiful personality. I don’t think there is a man on this planet that wouldn’t want to put his shoes under her bed. Her attractiveness is what caught my eye the first time I saw her. “Hi Love,” she said. “I left work early so I could be with you this afternoon. Is that OK?” I answered her by swiftly walking over and hugged her as I kissed her. “There is nothing better in the world than having you with me,” I said as I moved to the couch. Essie was dressed business casual, a white blouse that was covered with a jacket. Her skirt hem stopped right above her knee. I don’t know anything about women’s hairdos except hers was very nice. Her makeup was proper for a business environment. “Would you turn around Honey, please?” I asked. As she turned I whistled when that perfect ass came into view. Essie has the most beautiful derrière of any woman I have ever seen. As Essie turned the jacket came off and fell to the floor. She continued turning as she undid her skirt side zipper. A couple hip wiggles and a slight push of her finger tips and the skirt was on the floor. I was looking straight at her ass when she wiggled those hips. That is a treat that will never get old for me. My cock was beginning to rise. Essie slowly unbuttoned her blouse, I could see she did not have a bra on. Now her back was to me as the blouse joined her other clothes on the floor. As she turned my eyes were glued to her boobs. Essie has a fantastic side boob profile. If I could draw you a picture I would. A pencil could be held under her boob, but the under curve up to her nipple and then to her chest is perfect. Her nipples being the stem of her banana shaped boobs. I can imagine the puffy nipples she had when younger, there was still a hint. Essie was looking at me as she walked towards me. “Like what you see?” she asked. “I’m here for you, play with me like you want. I’m your toy tonight.” I put my hands on her waist and slowly slipped my hands down her hips. Her panties slipped over her hips and down her thighs. They dropped to the floor and she stepped out of them and flipped them with her foot. Essie stood before me totally naked. My cock was hard now. I leaned forward and kissed the top of her slit. I pressed the palm of my hand on her crotch and held it tightly. Essie let out a little moan, she likes the pressure I exert on her pussy. I bent my middle finger upward and it slipped through the wet folds of her labia and into her cunt. She was very wet now and I knew I needed to fuck her soon, for her sake and my own. I stood up and lifted her into my arms and proceeded into her bedroom. After laying her on her bed, escort beylikdüzü I started removing my clothes. Essie jumped up onto her knees and pushed my hands away because she wanted to undress me. After my shirt hit the floor I had to stand up so she could unbuckle my belt and remove my jeans. My boxers dropped with my jeans. My stiff cock pointed straight out and Essie took advantage of the opportunity. Her mouth closed over my cockhead, pushing my foreskin back with her lips. I really like the sensations she gives me when that happens. Essie proceeded to give me another great blowjob. “I’m going to cum, please stop,” I moaned. “I want to cum inside you honey.” Essie stopped and lay on her back, “After you eat me, baby.” I crawled onto the bed, gently spreading her legs. Essie’s pussy lips were shining with the wetness of her. I am one lucky bastard to have such a beautiful woman to make love to. I kissed her inner thighs while rubbing my hand on her mons. I applied a light pressure as the palm of my hand slid over her clitoris. Essie moaned. My mouth was inching it’s way up the inside of her legs, licking and kissing. Closer and closer until my tongue parted her wet labia and I could taste her. I worked my tongue tip up under her hood and lifted it so I could surround her clit with my lips. I sucked her clit, pulling it from under the hood. Now I used my lips to squeeze her clitoris hard. “Oh god, Randy, you sure know how to make my pussy feel so good!” I worked my tongue downward in her slit until I reached her vagina. I stopped and then I forced my tongue as deep into her as I could. Licking and twisting my tongue around her opening. I worked my way back up. I slipped two fingers inside of her and then I attacked her clit. I sucked and pulled, I bit then sucked and pulled again. I did this until I felt Essie’s cunt tightening on my fingers. I knew she would be cumming soon. Her breathing quickened, the sound becoming more shallow each time I sucked and pulled back. Essie’s clit was engorged with blood, her hood could no longer hide it. I moved now, bringing my cock up, rubbing it up and down her wet slit. Essie was moaning very loudly from the sensations and heat generated by my cock. Essie spread her legs wide, her hands behind her knees. I could see my cockhead spreading her pussy lips, mixing my precum with her lubricating juices. I aligned my cockhead with her vagina then I moved my hips forward forcing her lips to spread over my cock. I pulled back out of her and saw the sheen of her wetness covering my cockhead. I realigned my cock with her pussy and pressed my hips more forward. My cock was now midway into her heat. Her pussy walls gripped me, sending sensations to my brain. I started fucking her and kept pressing forward until my cock was deep and my balls were hitting her ass. “Randy, you fuck me so well.” “It’s not me hon, it’s your juicy pussy, I can’t help myself.” Essie was building. She started lifting her ass upwards, tilting her pussy up to accept that last millimeter of my cock. Essie orgasmed. Her cunt walls clamped down on my cock bringing my action to a halt and tipping me over the edge. Since my cock was deep in her, I just hung on for the ride. My cock sent rope after rope of cum into her. Essie lay perfectly still as my cock throbbed deep inside her. “God I love your cock,” she said. “I love the feeling my cunt receives from your throbbing. I don’t know how I will be able to keep my hands off you at work.” “Essie, you will just have to wait until we take our time off. We have the condo to make love in. Besides that, I will be in the mud while you will be in the office.” My member was still semi-hard when I pulled out of her. Essie turned, opening her mouth and slipping those beautiful lips over my cock. She licked me clean. I went down on Essie to return the favor. Her pussy was slick with her wetness but my cum was still deep within her. I licked all around her pussy, then I licked her slit clean from bottom to top. We lay next to each other just gazing into each other’s eyes. I put my free arm around her and drew her in for a kiss. Our tongues played twister for a short time until she drew back. “I’m hungry, how about you?” “Yes, do you want to go out to a restaurant?” I asked her. “Fine with me, but where?” “Riverwalk,” I replied. “We can go there and just walk until we find a place we like. I’ll call a taxi.” Essie and I jumped up and out of bed. I put on a clean shirt and jeans, then sat down to watch Essie dress. She went into her closet and returned a few minutes later. She had a white blouse and plaid skirt with her, which she threw onto the bed. She went and retrieved white nylon stockings from her dresser. Now I watched as this hot, tall and shapely woman rolled up a nylon and the slipped it up her leg. As she pulled the stocking up, her leg straightened with her toes pointing upwards. What a sight for my eyes. She repeated her stocking routine for her other leg. My cock was twitching. She slipped on her skirt and stood in front of her full length mirror. A minor adjustment here and another there and from the waist down she was perfect. Essie slipped her blouse on and buttoned up. I could faintly see her areolas through the thin material. Her nipples suddenly stiffened, pushing the fabric out. What a gorgeous woman I had standing in front of me. “God, you are beautiful, Essie,” I exclaimed! “Thank you, Love,” she said. Essie sat down on her chair, at her makeup desk, and turned on the lights. I looked at her body and noticed now her skirt pulled escort akbatı back and showed a nice portion of her lacy nylon top. Her legs were the next hottest part of her right after her ass. “Like what you see?” she asked me. I glanced up and saw her reflection, looking at me, in her mirror. “You better believe it. I love what I see.” Once she was done with her makeup, Essie stood up. “I’m ready, let’s go. We took the elevator down to the ground floor. The taxi was waiting for us. As Essie entered the vehicle, her legs spread a bit and I was treated to a view of her pussy lips. She noticed me and smiled. “I better be more ladylike when I get of this car,” she said. “Can’t have all of San Antonio talking about my pussy now can I?” I smiled back at her, “I’m not the jealous type, as long as I know it is only for me.” “Oh, it’s yours buddy, all yours.” Essie told the cabbie where we were going and then she settled back into me, laying her head on my shoulder. I felt so protective of her, knowing fully well that she didn’t need me. She was very capable of taking care of herself. I squeezed her tightly to me and kissed her hair. I am a very happy man. After our late lunch we walked the whole length of the Riverwalk. Essie did some shopping, buying some jewelry for herself. She wanted to buy me a nice bracelet but it was to small for my wrist, so she bought me a Dallas Cowboys cap instead. Essie was very much the lady getting out of and into the cab until we were back at the condo. She looked around and then she slid across the seat, her legs splayed wide. She smiled at me as I gawked at her crotch. I paid the cabbie and he was gone. We walked to the front door and I slid my key card and the door buzzed. I held the door for my lady and we walked in. Essie slipped her key card and called the elevator. After we were in the car, she kissed me lightly on my lips. She whispered, “I love you Randy, you make me so happy and at peace with myself. How can I ever repay you for bringing me out of the shell I have been living in for the past five years? You are the best thing to happen to me.” “I love you Essie, I want to be with you 24/7, but I know that is not possible. Maybe someday we will have more time together.” The car stopped and opened into Essie’s condo. “Can I ask you a question?” “Shoot, Randy” “Why do you tease me so incessantly? We guys would call you a prick teaser.” “Cause I am! I’m your private prick teaser. I will always tease you because I know you like it.” I picked her up and walked into her bedroom, tossing her on the bed. I knelt between her legs, unbuckling my belt and pushing my slacks and boxers down. My cock sprang upwards. I lifted Essie’s legs onto my shoulder. Aiming my cock, I slid it in her slit, lubricating both of us. When my cockhead was in line with her vagina, I rocked forward and fucked her good. I was not making love to her this time, I was just giving her a good old fashioned fucking. I drove my cock into her hard and fast, over and over, never stopping until she screamed, “I’m cumming, god, Randy I’m cumming hard.” I kept pumping into her, long hard strokes. My climax hit me like a ton of bricks and I pumped Essie’s cunt full of cum again. My cock was throbbing in her pulsating cunt. She pulled me down onto her and kissed me, still moving her ass and fucking my cock. “God, I love the way you fuck me! Roll sideways and let’s nap with you still inside me, OK?” We rolled sideways but my cock slipped out of her, so I spooned her with my cock up her snatch. We did sleep for about an hour. My limp dick had slipped from her pussy and her juices had dried on me. We got up and showered. Then we lounged around the condo, watched TV for a while and finally went to bed. Essie wanted another fuck. I was tired but when I fingered her wet pussy, I suddenly wasn’t tired anymore. We made love again, though I was almost empty. She had now fucked me dry. *** I woke up, Essie was awake and looking at me with a big smile. I kissed her and got up, going into the bath to brush my teeth. I fixed us bacon and eggs for breakfast. Essie dressed in jeans and a work shirt so I knew she would be in one of the oil fields today. “My Jeep is by the bunkhouse you will be living in,” she said. “The keys are in the ignition. Good luck and I’ll see you back here, the evening of your day off. Love you sweetie.” She kissed me and left the condo. I dressed for my job interview and headed out to the offices of Ward & Ward Co. The receptionist must have known I was coming because she had all the forms ready. I took them and was ushered into a private room to fill them out. “Call me when you complete the forms and I will call HR. They will do the interview. Is there anything I can get you, coffee, soda, water?” “Black coffee and a glass of water would be fine, thank you.” After filling out the forms, I called the receptionist and handed her the forms. “HR will be here soon to interview you. I would guess within the next half hour.” The interview was quick. The lady interviewing me offered me an entry level position because I had zip for experience in the oil field. I gladly accepted. The starting pay was about what I was making in the military. I would be living in bunkhouse number two, room seven. I signed an agreement that I would live there for one year, after that I could live wherever I wanted to. I thanked the lady for the job and headed out to the parking lot. Essie was leaning on my car. “How did it go?” she asked me. “The interview and job offer are fine. I am pleased. I thought you would be escort beylikdüzü at the ranch by now.” “No, I wanted to see if you got the job and to lead you out to the ranch this first time.” “Got the job? Was there any question?” “Honey, if there had been any negative feedback during your background check, you would not have been offered a job. That is the company policy and I have to abide by that policy just like you do. Yes, I can change policy but I have to live with that change also.” “That’s fair. I’ve always been a good boy and the military doesn’t allow bad men to remain there long.” “I love you Essie.” Essie shook my hand and said, “I love you too. Now follow me out to the ranch.” Essie got into her car and backed out of the stall. I started my car and followed her. The ranch was a good forty-five miles southwest of San Antonio. When we approached the front gate I thought, “This was not a typical Texas ranch.” I was impressed with the stone entrance. The electronic wrought iron gate had a big W logo in the center. The W was surrounded by a circle of wrought iron also. The gate split in the center to open, the W attached to one side only. The entrance and driveway were paved with stained concrete to look like pavers. Essie opened the gate and I followed her through. About fifty yards beyond the gate a trout stream crossed the front of the property. The driveway crossed over the stream on a stone walled bridge. It was one of the most beautiful scenes I have seen. The ranch house sat back maybe a quarter of a mile and the drive was lined with live oak trees. The drive split into a wye maybe halfway to the house. That drive disappeared around to the back of the house. The drive had a small sign designating ‘Deliveries and Employees’. Now that I am an employee, I would be using that driveway around the house. Essie veered left and drove down that drive. Around the back of the house, there was a small parking lot with three cars parked. The main house had a six car garage attached at the back. This is the ranch of a very well to do owner. Maybe another half mile back were seven brick homes situated along another oak lined side street. Three homes on each side and a large home on the end. I was sure the large home was for the ranch foreman. This street also had a small sign ‘Manager’s Lane’. Essie drove right on by that one. The drive curved and drove past homes that looked liked townhouses. These must be for the married ranch hands. Every townhouse was brick. I am very impressed how the Ward family treats their employees. The drive was still lined with live oak trees. The drive ended in a ‘T’. All you could see now was more live oak trees. I could see under the branches. There were other buildings, the type of buildings you would see on a working ranch. Stables, machine sheds, a helicopter landing pad. Very impressive. Essie turned right at the ‘T’ and drove into a large parking lot that was lined with two single story brick buildings. This must be where the single ranch hands live. Essie parked her car and I parked my right next to hers. We both exited our cars. “This is where you will live,” she said pointed to one of the buildings. Room seven is on this side, fourth door down. This is probably the last time you will see me here. Todd Higgins is the manager in charge of both the ranch hands and oil workers. You will be taking direction from him and his lower managers. You will also have a crew supervisor, he is the one you will be dealing with most. I hope you are happy working here, I’ll do my best to make sure that happens. I love you sweetie and keep your phone charged because I’ll be texting you a lot. Bye bye, I’ll be seeing you at the condo soon.” With that Essie got back in her car and drove off. I loaded up my arms with a couple boxes of my belongings and walked to door seven. The office had given me the key prior, so I unlocked the door and went in. “Nice,” I thought. “This will be a nice place to live.” My space was actually an apartment. Totally furnished, including linens and towels. All I needed was my clothes. There even was a small kitchen, nice size refrigerator and a electric range with an oven. I was set. I opened the refrigerator door and saw a note propped up on my favorite beer. “Welcome to your new home. I took the liberty of duplicating your house key. See you sometime after dark. Leave your front light off. Love, Essie” Wow! The little minx was going to break the rules the first night I was here. Her aloofness today was turning me into a horndog now. I knew it, she was pretending to be the ‘boss’ when in the parking lot. I sped up unpacking my car. I stuffed my clothes into any drawer that was empty. I would straighten them out later. After my clothes were all put away, I took a quick shower. The sun was just setting when I made myself a sandwich. Essie was thoughtful enough to stock my refrigerator and my pantry. I would have to thank her later. After eating I opened a beer and turned on my TV, the ranch had its own cable system. I saw a large dish antenna in the back behind the trees. This place is like it’s own town. I channel surfed until I saw something interesting, a fishing show. I could turn the volume down low and still not miss out on what was going on. About a half hour into the show, I heard a key go into my door lock. I had previously turned off the outside light. The only light the room had, was what spilled out from the TV. Essie walked in and closed the door. I was becoming used to seeing one hot and sexy Essie, but tonight she looked extra special. Maybe it was the lighting or maybe it was the short shorts and red tube top, but she sure looked good. “Miss me baby?” she asked in a sultry voice. “I’ve missed you. What do you have special for me tonight?” I got up and walked the few steps to her. I gently took her in my arms and kissed her.

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Life had calmed for me. June had drifted away and not come around with any of her sexual adventures. She had just disappeared, and I went on a vacation. Upon my return, I heard a familiar automobile sound coming from my driveway. It was June, dressed in a tank top and shorts with a strange look on her face. It had been weeks since I had seen her, and I thought that she had found other pursuits in life. As usual with her, my assumptions were incorrect. “Matthew, our adventures together have been marvelous. When I am alone and begin to think about them, every nerve in my body begins to tingle with excitement. It has caused me to masturbate with the butterfly and gold vibrator that you have given to me. It helps me to recall the passion and relax at the same time,” June stated. I responded, “Those were some wild times. I don’t know about you, but I had fun.” Next, June caught me off guard with a request. She stated that she would like to relive some of our past sexual antics and put some different spins on them. The expression on her face let me know that her mind was presently remembering one of our adventures. I watched her unconsciously rub her breast and touch her crotch. Suddenly, she came back to reality. “Matthew, I want to expand one of our escapades. bahçesehir escort ” “Which one,” I inquired. “The one where I go to the bar as a local, pick up a guy, and give him a hand job for money. However, I want to put some new twists and turns on it. I want you to be the main character,” June told me. Slowly and methodically, June began to describe the idea. It was to be a blend of lingerie, exhibitionism. voyeurism, plus anything she could come up with in her sexual mind. Like always, I agreed to participate in her latest scheme. June wanted me to drop her off at a cocktail lounge. I was to wait about an hour, let her put on a show for the patrons, pick her up, and then have a evening with her. She was so excited by her idea that her panties were soaking wet. Actually, I was surprised that she had worn any underwear. She told me the plan was for Saturday evening. At seven o’clock on Saturday night, I arrived to pick up June. She looked hotter than the center of the earth. She wore a low cut black mini dress with matching garter belt, stockings, and patent leather stilettos. To top off the outfit, June was freshly shaved, in full “commando” and had on a fantastic smelling perfume. I dropped June at the lounge and beylikdüzü bayan escort had some time to kill while June was setting the stage with her performance. According to my phone, I had given her a little more than an hour to complete her mission. Upon my arrival at the cocktail lounge, I noticed that June had been busy. She was sitting at the bar, sipping her white wine, with her dress hiked up to show off her legs and stockings. If she spun around just right, the “bald beaver” looked right a you. She was having the time of her life. Instead of going right up to her, I found a secluded seat against the wall to watch her in action. June was an A-1 tease and ball beaker. There were more guys with blue balls and erections than anyone could imagine. June would rub the inside of a guy’s leg or whisper some filth into his ear. If a guy was lucky and June liked him, she’d grab his hand and rub it on her shaved pussy. Her flirting kept the place hopping and in a state of sexual frenzy. It was amazing to see June so engrossed in her act, that she did not see me enter the place. However, when she did see me sitting along the wall, her sexual romp kicked into high gear. June walked over to where I was sitting, bent escort beylikdüzü over at the waist, and gave me a picture perfect view of her tits. Then, she stuck out her tongue and licked her lips. There was no doubt that she enjoyed acting like a slut. Next, she sat by me and grabbed my crotch with the entire bar watching her actions. Her goal was to give everyone a great show. The first step was to start a hand job, making sure that there was no mistaking her actions. She wanted to make sure the bar patrons knew she was accomplishing her objective. Her dress did not cover the “bald beaver” that was being shared with everyone. I did my best to help things along with my actions. I made sure my hand grazed her tits so her nipples started to harden and retreated to that beautifully shaved pussy. It glistened with moisture as my fingers found her clit. We were both so excited that it was time to exit the bar. Our goal was to finish and pay for our drinks, give June’s audience a farewell and get to the first king size bed that we could find. When we got into the car, June had a surprise for me. As I was leaving the parking lot, the distinctive sound of a vibrator filled the car. She had stashed one under the seat when I was not looking. Her hands guided the golden seven inch rod into her waiting cunt. The smell of her musk was overwhelming in the car. June said, “I wanted to surprise you and give a bonus attraction. You have done so much for me, this is the least that I could do. Now, I am going to fuck myself with this golden rod and talk to you.

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Ellie Stanton stood transfixed, her cell-phone loose in her shaking hand. Chris was coming. The gorgeous young man she had yearned for, ever since their last, their only, meeting, three months earlier. All too brief, those orgasmic minutes, but at eleven a.m. Ellie could be holding the superbly endowed Chris once more.His deep tones on the cell-phone told her that his new job had him in the area and could he call in for a coffee. He had thrilled her with his farewell comment, “See you then, little lady.”Ah, calling her that. So big in all departments, he had dwarfed her. The fact that he was some twenty-four years behind her own forty-three years, hadn’t mattered then, and it wouldn’t now. God, it would be magical, and such a wonderful surprise. Her son, Jaimie, was away in university, so surely, they’d have longer than last time.Since that time, her only source of satisfaction had been her own fingers with memories of Chris providing her stimulation. His being so dominant had been another delight. But she had remained greedy for more. Oh, roll on eleven o’clock.Within fifteen minutes she had showered, dusted her small body liberally with a range of perfumes, chose to wear no bra, and since panties would be too moistened by the time he arrived, she didn’t wear any. That in itself was exciting. And, because she recalled how much he had liked it, she allowed her hair to hang loose to below her shouldersA quick, unnecessary, tidy up and the coffee mugs set up on the kitchen table. A vain attempt to show cool. With Chris’s fantastic looks in front of her, she wouldn’t know what cool was. She tried reading but couldn’t concentrate. She had looked at her watch so many times, but when it showed ten-fifty-five that was the moment the door-bell sounded.Her movement to the door could only be called indecent haste, and there he was, standing there his eyes, bright, his smile so warm, so far above her.Chris held out his hand, “Hello, Ellie. Thank you for having me.”Trembling, Ellie took the offered hand, very formal for any neighbour’s benefit. Oh, those so blue eyes, and dark curling hair, and that massive build, looking so business-like in a dark blue sports jacket and blue shirt. As she returned his greeting her mind was joking around, ‘I haven’t had you yet.”Leading him through to the kitchen, she hoped he was looking at her buttocks, as he spoke of his job with a publication company and the prospects he had there. Over coffee, talking trivialities, Ellie wondered when he would make some kind of move.“Which hotel are you staying in?”“Oh, I haven’t booked in yet,” he said, and their eyes held as he added, “I was too eager for—the coffee.” The pause, the look in his eyes, told Ellie all she wanted to know.Sounding very throaty, she said, “It’s been a long three months.”Chris was immediately on his feet, moving around the table, to bend and sweep her tiny form up into his arms, while his lips found hers. Ellie’s mind almost went into orgasmic mode as his hand covered bahçesehir escort her breast, and she gasped, “Upstairs. We’ll have real comfort this time.”Chris took the stairs two at a time, carrying her with such ease, that Ellie could not help thinking of that famous staircase image from ‘Gone With the Wind’, which she had seen so many times. She pointed to her bedroom door, and he pushed his way inside, his blue eyes blazing down into hers.He surprised her by setting her down on her feet, but immediately worked at removing her dress. Finding her naked underneath brought a satisfied grunt from him, as he held her at arms-length and bathed her with approval that thrilled her.“Oh, those gorgeous little breasts,” he murmured, and his hand cupped over her left one making Ellie gasp. He must know how sensitive they were, but his touch had her hands moving to his belt buckle.“Yes, you do that part,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt, as he slipped it off his shoulders, Ellie was pushing his pants down, and there it was, that superb erection she had been craving for three months.Touching it with a gentleness that she needed to control, it was wonderful to hear his grunt, and to feel the pulsing under her finger tips. Chris slid his hands from her hips, into the curve of her waist, and up to her breasts. Could she be dripping onto the carpet. It certainly felt like it.His voice was almost a growl as he asked, “How do you want to start this? We were very rushed last time.”Her mind was screaming, ’I want you to fuck me, hard.’ But he was right, despite her wild desires, rushing would kill the joy of anticipation. So, she murmured, as she allowed herself to be mesmerised by those blue eyes, “I want you to decide. I want anything you desire.”“That’s fine with me.” He drew her close, so that she had the delight of his cock hard against her belly. “In time, I want to invade every orifice in your delicious body. But, I think just stroking you will be good.”He lay her back on the bed, and she wriggled further on, with thighs slightly parted, happily prepared to give herself to anything he wanted. His words defining his intentions had increased her creaming.As his lips moved to cover hers, he began laughing, and he chuckled, “If we stay in this position, there’s no way you’ll get at what you’re reaching for.”Ellie realised that he was right. Lying as they were, her fingers groped downwards seeking his cock, to find it well out of reach. His noble shaft, when he lay full length was nearer her feet than her hand, and she told him.Smiling he adjusted so that his body was bent, and her hand had access to his cock, while she lay with her head resting on his arm. Chris used the hand of that arm to keep a continuous caress on her left breast, stroking and pinching the nipple, which drove her wild with need.Her hand clutched wildly on his rod tugging the foreskin back and forward. His shiny purple warhead was so tempting, but she was unable to get her head near enough to lick beylikdüzü bayan escort or suck. There was still plenty to keep her fingers busy. The joy of clutching and squeezing his balls was heightened by his groans of pleasure.Allowing her fingers to pass further between his thighs, she was able to stroke around the rim of his anus. That made him gasp and jerk.In all of that, his free hand had stroked her cheek, played with her long hair, which clearly delighted him and fondled her right breast. Ellie wondered how long she could take this delightful form of torture, before he had her crying out for release.She knew that time couldn’t be far off. As his hand stroked over the hair on her mound, Ellie’s breathing quickened. So close, she might even cum before she had his cock inside her. Her own hand continued to frig along his hardness.Now he stroked along her inner thigh, and she heard his sigh, “So smooth. Gorgeous.” Next second his fingers were on her pussy-lips. Couldshe hold off the fever that was threatening to devour her? Then his finger had slid through into her eager wetness. Elle heard her own yelp of delight, as she had, what she knew was a mini- orgasm, but was no less exhilarating.Chris had noticed her cry, or maybe it was her action on his cock, but he began moving, as he said, “Time for deeper things, I believe.”“Oh, yes, yes.” Was all Ellie could manage, as he parted her thighs, slid his body between them, looked down into her eyes, and politely murmured, “No weight on that tender body.”With that, he placed an arm around her lower back and lifted her, so that only her shoulders were in contact with the bed. Ellie was experienced enough to know exactly where this was heading, and she almost stopped breathing as her spasming passage longed for it.Within seconds, Chris’s wonderful pole was moving towards her centre, and he was pulling her onto it. Ellie would have loved to have wrapped her legs around him to force his pace. He was being deliberately slow in his advance, and her short legs could only clutch against his sides, as the sheer immensity of him carried her over the edge. She orgasmed wildly, clawing at his broad back, flexing her inner muscles to urge him on.As Chris held her close, and his blue eyes scanned her face, he growled, “I just want to give you everything.”His words fed into her heated brain, as slowly she returned to a more controlled level. Controlled? She was still on fire. Still aflame around his steeliness. His thrusts were deeper, faster, and one hand holding her against him moved so that he was able to slide a finger around the tight little ring of her anus.Hardly able to breath, his cock huge in her, she trembled at the sheer anticipation of what he might do now. If he did that—The thought died as the sensation of his finger entering her, drove her into one massive second orgasm.She squirmed, howled, lurched against him as he clutched her hard against him until it seemed that all sense of gentleness escort beylikdüzü was lost to both of them, and his thrusts were madder, stronger, and as desperate as her own. Chris was cumming inside her, his finger was plunging in and out of her tiny hole, even as his juices spurted to mingle with hers. It was a delight for her to hear his growling and grunting as his whole body jerked his essence into her.They remained in that tight gymnastic position until Elle felt his cock softening inside her, and gently he lay her back onto the bed and flopped alongside her. It seemed like a long time before either of them found a voice to say anything. For Ellie it had been everything she might have hoped for, but her insides were fluttering with the thought of what she was going to ask him.Both wiped dry, she sat up and leaned over him. How good it was to feel to be in a position of power over him, although it was the opposite she preferred. However, the question she had to ask was important. “Why don’t you stay here tonight?”His face showed just a slight surprise, then pleasure, before with a wry smile he said, “That could be good. But do you have a spare room?”Ellie laughed, and drove a controlled elbow into his ribs. “I’ll have to look,” she laughed.They showered together, and the touching and kissing was so arousing that Ellie began wondering just how many demands she could make on this lusty young man. Under the shower she had bent to take his already rising cock into her mouth, but without any delay he had pulled back and knelt to lick a lovely long tongue along her pussy lips.As they dried each other, hands touching everywhere, Ellie was telling herself that this was a journey into heaven, but she had sufficient sense to suggest they had lunch. “Just to keep your strength up,” she said, and they both laughed.She produced a towel robe that he could wear, and she wore a silken, seductive one as they went down to the kitchen to sit and consume sandwiches which Ellie had quickly put together. But it was then that Chris dropped a mini-bombshell when he told her, “I’m being rather remiss, but it has just occurred to me that if I don’t do what I came north for I could get the sack.”Sensing something she didn’t want to hear, as she had made thrilling mental plans for the afternoon, Ellie heard Chris go on to tell her that was supposed to visit two or three bookshops in town and he had to report back to his office on the following day. His eyes regarded her apologetically as he went on, “If I don’t get that done this afternoon, it might be difficult tomorrow.”So, although disappointed, Ellie found herself alone and could only console herself with the thought that it would have been that way if Chris hadn’t been around, and she promised she would have a good meal ready for him when he came back. “Two hours tops,” he said as he left.In fact, it was near three and a half hours before he was coming through the doors, all apologies, but with that breath-catching smile, and although the meal she’d prepared was ready they had a comforting hug and kiss session. And as that exciting hardness pushed against her, she said uncertainly, “Eat first, and then—”Chris kissed her on the nose, “And then we’ll see about settling a different hunger.”

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As the last customer headed out the door of Paradise, a small neighborhood bar, Ann was right on their heels so she could lock the door. It was 2 am and she was exhausted. This Friday night was unusually busy and she wanted nothing more than to sit down and put her feet up. As she turned the lock, the familiar sounds of Bed of Roses by Bon Jovi, filled the room. Turning around, Ann saw Will standing in the middle of the postage stamp size dance floor, holding his arms wide, his shirt unbuttoned halfway down showing off his six-pack.At the sight of Will standing there, all of her tiredness seemed to melt away. She knew that look and what was going to happen but she was not sure where. It could be the bar, the pool table, or bent over the bar stool. She just knew that she was going to get a hard fuck…the perfect ending to a long night. Ann could feel her pussy starting to tingle and the heat rising in her body.Putting a little extra sway into her walk, she headed over toward him. When she got close enough, Will reached out, grabbed her by the ass, and pulled her tight against him. Ann put her arms around his neck tilting her head back in anticipation of his kiss. As they swayed to the song, his lips claimed hers, his teeth gently sucking on her bottom lip before escort beylikdüzü he slipped his tongue inside. His hands massaged and squeezed her ass as she ground her pussy against his hardening erection. Pulling back a little, Will began to trace light kisses down her throat, pausing once to give her a love bite causing her to give a low growl.Ann worked her hand under his shirt, her nails lightly raking his back. Will slowly started to dance his way slowly toward the back where the pool tables were, anxious to get Ann on her back and his face buried deep in her pussy. He had watched her all night, moving seductively between the tables, flirting with the customers, watch her leather mini skirt ride up the back of her thighs stopping just short of showing her ass each time she bent over to put drinks on the table. He was so glad he worked behind the bar as it was easier there to hide what she did to him.Although she was fifteen years older than he was, the sex never got boring. She had the body and sex drive of a thirty-year-old and she was all-natural, right down to her firm 38 C’s, to her tight firm ass, to her shaven pussy. No way would anyone believe she was forty-five years old. She was one hot woman. Will forced his escort akbatı mind back on present-day and the fucking he was about to give her.Moving one hand down, Ann grabbed his ass and gave it a hard squeeze. He had the sexiest, most squeezable ass she had ever seen on a man. When he walked into Paradise five years ago looking for a job, she had hired him because of that asset. His hard, thick seven-inch cock that was like an energizer bunny was an added bonus. It had taken her three days before he fucked her over a bar stool and the rest was history, as the old saying goes.Ann felt her ass hit something solid and by the feel, she knew it was the pool table. Will grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up on it. Ann lay back, propping herself up on her elbows, her legs hanging off the edge. They stared at each other for a few seconds, the desire burning in their eyes. Ann raised one, then the other leg until her heels were on the edge of the pool table. She scooted back and slowly let her legs fall open, giving Will a good look at her wet thong. Will licked his lips as he stepped forward, dropping to his knees in front of her.Leaning forward, he blew several hot breaths over her dampened thong, sending shivers up her spine. escort beylikdüzü Turning his head, he started to lick his way down her inner thigh, down her leg, to her foot. Will removed her sandal and massaged her insole as he started to suck on each toe. Will then proceeded to do the same to the other foot until he was back up to her pussy. By this time, Ann was leaking bad and knew that tonight there would be a new stain on the old pool table. Chuckling lightly, she thought of how the customers would feel if they knew just what some of the stains were on the green felt.She felt his fingertip nonchalantly move up the front of her thong, soon replaced by his tongue, barely touching the material with no pressure on her pussy. She groaned and raised her hips, trying to push herself against his mouth but his hands on her thighs held her in place as he sensuously tortured her. When Will’s tongue grazed over the side of her mound Ann almost came off the pool table, her pussy feeling like it was on fire. Will continued to alternate sides, causing her juices to flow freely.Finally, he moved back, hooked his fingers in the side of her thong and ripped them off, tossing them to the side. He looked down at her swollen, glistening lips, her clit barely peeking out. Will touched it with the tip of his tongue, earning a loud moan from Ann. He continued to tease it with the tip of his tongue as his fingers moved up and down her slit. Taking her clit between his teeth he tugged gently as he pushed three fingers as deep inside of her as he could.

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It was a grey, mid-November day when Christine moved to her new house, in a small New England village. She moved to get away from her old life, and more specifically a cheating ex-boyfriend and a shitty job. She didn’t have much money, but she got lucky and found an ad from a girl wanting to rent out a room in her century-old house. Said house was a two-floor house on the outskirts of town, painted in dark colours, old paint chipping off here and there from the wooden walls. Christine walked up the path and rang the bell. She heard loud footsteps on the inside, and a smiling girl opened up, “Hi! You must be Christine, right? Come on in!” Once they reached the living room, the girl turned around and stretched her hand, “I’m Sally, as you might have guessed. Hope you didn’t have problems finding the place?” Christine found herself smiling back, “Not at all.” They sat down and discussed the last details of the deal, then Christine brought all her stuff in her new room. As she was unpacking, Sally brought her a cup of coffee, “I know I should escort beylikdüzü have mentioned this before, but… there’s something I didn’t tell you about the house,” She was twisting her hands nervously, “The house… is haunted. Nothing big though,” she added in a hurry. “You will barely notice him but… he’s a bit peculiar. Let’s say he… really likes women.”  Christine almost choked on her coffee, “A perverted ghost? What, is he going to feel me up or something?” she laughed. “Sally, I am a pretty down-to-earth person, and since I don’t believe in ghosts, I don’t think this will bother me. Plus, you need the money from my rent, right?” Sally gave her a sly grin, “Oh, this ghost is very much real and you’ll notice soon enough, if I know him. Don’t worry though, he won’t scare nor harm you. By the way, I’m making my special fried chicken tonight… you know, invite my boyfriend and a couple of friends over… trying to give you a nice welcome to town.” After a few minutes Christine brought her empty escort akbatı mug downstairs, where a delicious, mouth-watering smell was drifting out of the kitchen. Clearly Sally was preparing her famous dinner. Christine entered the kitchen and stopped dead in her tracks. Sally was on the far side of the room, leaning on the counter with her hands, her back facing Christine. She wasn’t cooking, and it took Christine only a second to guess what she walked on to; Sally’s legs were wide apart, her arms were trembling, and she was moaning softly, clearly trying not to make too much noise. This sight alone was making Christine wet, it was so erotic… Then she realized that Sally wasn’t rubbing herself, as her hands were gripping the kitchen counter hard. At first Christine thought Sally was using some kind of toy, but then she noticed her skirt; it was pulled up and slightly moving, as if an invisible hand was sliding underneath it and pleasuring her. She was still thinking about it, when Sally let out a louder moan, escort beylikdüzü her body tensed up, and she came hard. Christine had to lay against the door-frame, her pussy wet and pulsing. She didn’t want to let Sally know she was there, spying on her, but she couldn’t stop a moan escaping from her lips. The other girl turned around, pleasure still visible on her blushed face, her half-open eyes.  “I’m… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” Christine stuttered, but Sally just smiled, and started walking towards her. She put her hand under Christine’s skirt, between her tights, and felt the wetness. She started rubbing her clit over the fabric, “Did you like what you saw, Christine? I’m sure he’ll come very soon to please your sweet pussy.” Christine closed her eyes and moaned. She spread her legs when she felt Sally’s fingers pull her panties on the side and enter her slit. She fingered her slowly, much to Christine’s disappointment… she was so close. When she was about to complain, she felt something slide between her ass cheeks and press at her pucker. It couldn’t been Sally, her hand was hot all over her pussy, while this one felt cool. Could it be?… “Fuck! I don’t care, make me cum!” she found herself say under her breath. Sally grinned and shoved two fingers up Christine’s pussy, fucking her fast and deep.

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