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Abbie’s hand is firmly around Tim’s shaft, helping it get harder and harder.  Tim moves between Abbie’s legs, which are pulled up, so her heels touch her ass.  He reaches over into the drawer of the nightstand and takes out the container of lubricant.  Tim squeezes some over his glans and shaft.Abbie gasps and is wide-eyed, realizing what Tim intends to do.  Tim stares into her eyes as he lifts her legs to be over his shoulders.  He leans and kisses her, then pulls back with a questioning look in his eyes.  Abbie appreciates what Tim is seeking.  Always the gentleman, he is looking for Abbie’s permission to go forward.Abbie’s eyes are now a bit blurred with tears starting to form for what is about to happen.  She so hopes it will.  Abbie nods her head, just slightly, giving Tim her consent.Slowly and carefully, Tim’s eyes never really off of Abbie’s, presses his tip to Abbie’s back vag.  He pulls back, fathoming a step he forgot.  Winks shyly at Abbie and brings the bottle of lube back and squirts some around Abbie’s şişli escort rosebud.  His finger rubs around the circle, and then a well-covered finger pushes up in her to oil the road.  Abbie purrs as Tim’s finger pirouette inside her.Now sure that Abbie is prepared for him, Tim moves back to the feature film.  He is still extremely hard, so this time when he presses his glans against Abbie’s hole, it slides into her sphincter and waits there for Abbie to relax.  Which she does, so wanting Tim up in her. Tim presses in a couple more inches, his glans surging ahead starts to throb some from this new adventure.  A bit more pushed in, Abbie moaning with pleasure.  Tim starts to thrust and pull in rhythm, each time driving more of himself in.  Tim’s cock is shaking in excitement as it is entirely up in Abbie.Staring into Abbie’s eyes, both a bit tear-filled from finally reaching this ultimate height.  Tim holds himself there, fully in, as he feels Abbie’s throbbing against him.  Each of them shaking so with excitement, şişli escort bayan it feels almost like they are together in a vibrating chamber massaging them. Tim, now confident that he can do this for Abbie begins to propel himself into her, each time driving more and more into her.  Tim is aware of Abbie’s member pressed against mons.  It is also hard and shaking.  He reaches for it with one hand and firmly holds the shaft to milk Abbie as he feels himself advancing to the final peak.Abbie is wiggling her body in response to the wonderful, full fuck she is getting.  And from Tim, the man of her dreams, now for sure.  They continue in this way, stopping and just staying in place, Tim’s hand slacking off some, to make this ride go on as long as it can.Tim finds that up in Abbie this way is rather fulfilling.  Abbie is much tighter in her ‘vag’ than any other woman Tim as been with.  Which are not that many.  To Tim, this feels so right.  It is arousing him many times more than when he was with mecidiyeköy escort a woman.  Tim knows in part that he and Abbie have been taking their time moving to this point.  Allowing them to learn so many ways to pleasure each other as they work their way up to this.Tim looks into Abbie’s eyes as they hold the play for a minute.  Tim leans and kisses her again.  This time Abbie throws her arms around Tim’s neck and pulls him to her.  “Tim, thank you, this is wonderful.  I don’t want this to end, but I know it will.  Though I also know there will be plenty of other times ahead,” Abbie tells him between gasps as another wave crashes through her body.  Then so surprising Tim, she adds, “I love you, Tim.”Such a small statement, but it means everything.  Tim is overwhelmed but knows he must reply.  And so finally, Tim can say what he has wanted to since the first time they met, “Abbie I love, adore, and so like you.  You have filled the empty hole I have felt for so long.”Both are in tears now, as they pump and pump away.  Abbie’s member, with the help of Tim’s hand, is ready to explode.  Tim, up in Abbie, feels himself in the final tremor of lust.  Together, they cum as one.  Both are exhausted as Tim lowers Abbie’s legs, and he pulls out of her.

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‘Finally, it’s over with!’ Jay thought to himself. ‘I’ve been trying to get this divorce behind me for a lifetime, and despite her best efforts, this horrible marriage is over at last.’ He shook the hand of his lawyer, signed the papers, and walked toward his car. Waiting for him there was his best friend, who had seen him through this whole mess. Wendy was his rock, a pillar of strength, a confidante. In short, she was everything that he needed at the time. They were not a couple, exactly, as there was nothing romantic in their history. And Wendy was not the reason for his divorce. He had not met her until his separation was three months old. They just happened to meet at just the right time for his needs. Now, maybe it’s time for her needs, whatever they might be. When he approached her, she asked “Are you OK, Jay?” She has always been so sweet, and so caring. Wendy was studying his face, trying to see if he needed anything. Even though he has wanted this process to be completed for months now, the final act could still be painful. He was putting an end to a part of his life, saying a final goodbye to the person he once called his wife, his lover, his partner. But instead of pain, Wendy noticed the beginnings of a smile, something he didn’t do often enough, in her estimation. Then the smile changed, this time to a big grin, and suddenly, he broke out in laughter. “It’s over, Wendy! I couldn’t feel any better than I do now! It’s like I’ve been released from a cage, and I need to celebrate. Will you join me for dinner, şişli escort please?” Wendy was wearing a smile of her own. This is the Jay she knew was inside him, struggling to be released. Now that it’s happened, he seemed like a different person, even a better person. She has always loved is company; now, she thinks she’ll like him even more. “I’d love to join you for dinner. But only if there’s plenty of champagne to go along with it.” “Champagne it is!” replied Jay. He took her hand and led him to the passenger side of his car, opened the door, and ushered her into the front seat. She already was dressed for a celebration. He got a good view of her legs below the mid-thigh hemline, and the top left little to the imagination. He couldn’t help but steal a glance at her little boobs as he closed the door. Soon, they were in a private booth, staring at their menus. “Don’t hold back in ordering. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time.” After placing their orders, he kept stealing glances at her. He knew that Wendy wasn’t every man’s idea of beautiful, but he’s never been drawn to pretty faces. It was her inner beauty that drew them together, the way she talked to him, the way she laughed, the way she thought. As for Wendy, she just knew after the first time they met that Jay at the country club, that he was the man for her. She was willing to wait until the time was right. He was just barely taller than her 5’7″, and had developed a little paunch around his middle. His hair was escort şişli thinning, and the wrinkles around his eyes left little doubt that he was older than she by 10 years. But just like Jay, she could see inside him, and that was all she needed to see. At one point, their eyes met and locked, and she knew she wanted him in every way, had to have him. She just had to figure out how to get into his soul. What she didn’t know is that was already happening, maybe already had happened. Jay knew how much support she had been to him. What he didn’t know is how far she wanted the relationship to go. Admittedly, he was a little gun-shy, and not really sure how to proceed–he hadn’t been in the dating scene for 20 years, and had forgotten all the rules (which had certainly changed in that time). So here they were, both wanting to make a move, neither bold enough to be the first. Wendy had an idea, though. “I’m going to the little girls room before our food gets here” she said to him. Once in the stall, she pulled her dress off her shoulders, reached around her back, and removed her bra. ‘Now, he’ll get an even better view of my boobs’ she thought. ‘What little there is to see.’ Smiling, she stuffed the bra into her purse, thought about doing the same with her panties, but decided to leave them on. ‘I should have worn thongs’ she chided herself as she headed back to the table. Wendy couldn’t help but grin at this thought as she slid into the booth again. “What’s so funny?” Jay asked. “Oh, nothing. Just mecidiyeköy random thoughts.” She struggled to suppress another grin. Fortunately, their food arrived at that moment, and she had the distraction she needed. Dinner was perfect, and they both talked more freely than ever before. Jay noticed that, when Wendy leaned toward him, there was even more of her boobs showing than before. At one point, he even caught a glimpse of her nipples when the front of her dress fell completely away from her chest. He could feel his cock move around inside his jockeys, trying to escape. Fortunately, the conversation was animated enough that he kept things under control. There was much laughing, and anybody in earshot would have thought that they were a blissful married couple. They shared dessert and much champagne before deciding to leave. Jay has always held his liquor better than Wendy, and he wrapped an arm around her back to make sure she didn’t run into other patrons. He poured her into the passenger’s seat, fastened her seat belt, then began the drive toward her home. When she leaned into his shoulder, her dress fell away again, and once more, her right boob and light brown nipple was in clear view. Her dress pulled up her legs even more than before, and his dick began to stir as his imagination began to conjure images of what was just a few inches above her hemline. It was a struggle, but he managed to keep his hands to himself as he drove her home. Once there, though, Jay found that Wendy was in a deep sleep. He unlocked her door, then returned to the car for her. She was very slim and light, making it easier to carry her into her house. He sat her on the couch, and tried to find a blanket to keep her warm, when he heard her voice. “Jay, are you still here?” “Yes, I’m here.

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I sat at the table for two, sipping my iced tea. The waiter had refilled my glass three times by the time my Bri arrived–always outrageously late but generally worth the wait.”Sorry I’m late, hon” She said loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear. “I was getting a bikini wax and it took longer than I thought.”She always could make a stunning entrance. I looked around, but fortunately the place was relatively deserted.”Just sit down. I’m starving.””Perhaps I should order oysters. I’m feeling a bit amorous today,” she declared flipping through her menu.”When are you not?” I asked grinning. “What’s got you in a bother today?””Heading off to the beach with my guy tomorrow and I have something very special in mind for him.”The waiter arrived. We took our time placing our orders, enjoying flirting with him a bit. He was young, cute, and smiling shyly the whole time. I waited until he was out of earshot again before asking, “So this wax job you kept me waiting for is the something special?””Well, it was actually more like a cut and color. In honor of our first escort izmit get away weekend, I had the stylist trim my bush into a heart and dye it red. He’ll see just how much I love him when he dives into my eager pussy.”Bang! The sound of shattering glass interrupted before she could go into more graphic detail. The waiter stared at us, holding an empty tray in his hands. Our lunch lay scattered at his feet.”I believe I startled the poor kid,” she said, feigning dismay. The fiasco was quickly set to rights and we laughed and chatted in good humor throughout our dinner.When I got home I was still thinking about the adventure Bri was preparing. Most people wear their hearts on their sleeves. Brianna believed in more strategic areas.I wished I had the opportunity to surprise my guy this weekend. He was a naval officer and once again at sea for six months. The only communication we’d had for the past two months was via email. Our letters were basic and boring. “What did you do today? Did you get my package? The garbage disposal is broken again.”We izmit escort always spent the last weekend of the summer alone together. This year it just wasn’t possible. Feeling sentimental, I donned the purple camisole that he’d given me for Valentine’s Day. I slipped into bed and gravitated to his side. I missed his scent on the pillows. I wanted him in bed with me. Needing to bridge the distance a bit, I grabbed my laptop to send him a letter.”I wish you were here, darling. I love you and miss you. I saw Bri today. It was amusing as usual,” I typed.It was all wrong. It wasn’t the kind of letter I wanted it to be. I wanted it to be sexy. I wanted it to express how I was feeling. I wanted it to be sensual. Instead, it was the same standard letter. I erased what I’d written and leaned back against the pillows. The lace of my camisole lay attractively across my thighs and I ran my finger along it.”What would he do if he really were here right now?” I wondered, brushing my fingertips across my breasts. My nipples responded, izmit kendi evi olan escort immediately stiffening. After a few deep breaths, I began the letter again.My Darling,I can’t seem to fall asleep. You are clouding my thoughts, making it difficult to relax. I am tense, longing for your touch.I imagine you are walking into the room, covered from head to toe in your dress uniform. The formality of it is sexy and turns me on. I watch as you remove your hat and grin at me. Your desire for me evident in the way you undress me with your eyes.”Take off your clothes, sailor,” I say, sitting on the edge of the bed. You comply, slowly unbuttoning the decorated jacket.”I want you,” you murmur, shrugging out of it. Your undershirt is tight and stretched across your chest. You take it off and my eyes slide down your abdomen, following the trail of hair to your belt line. I want to lick your stomach and kiss your chest. I need to feel your nipples under my fingertips. You remove your slacks and stand in your regulation boxers, your trim body looking incredibly hot against the crisp white. The tip of your penis is barely visible. I want to see it. I want to taste it.You slip off your shorts. I love your uniform, but your birthday suit is my favorite. Your dick is hard and reaching out for me. I beckon you closer, licking my lips.

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I went home thinking about how wonderful my day had been. The guy of my dreams just fucked me royally and I loved every minute of it. Then I called him: “Thank-you for inviting me over, I had a wonderful time.” I said happily. “I did too, let’s do it again sometime.” “Yes we should.” I thought, wow, was this really happening to me? I do not know why it was but I do know that I am one lucky girl.“Can I ask you a question?” I said. “Yea sure; you can ask me anything.” “Why did you choose me?” “Your cute sweet and I have always liked you.” “Okay I just wanted to know.” “What are you doing tomorrow? Would you like to hang out at the fair, until I have to ride?” “I was going to go to the fair with my son. So yea we can hang. ankara escort What do you mean by ‘ride’?” “I am a bull rider.” Thinking to myself wow he is nuts. I couldn’t’t wait to see him again. I wondered if we were together or not but I did not want to ask him, then my phone rang. “What are we?” he asked me. “I don’t know, I was wondering that myself. What do you want to be?” I said.“Will you be my girlfriend?” “YES!” “See you tomorrow then, good night sweetheart.” “Good night, my love sweet dreams.” We met at the front gate of the fair and walked around for about an hour then he got a message from his cousin.“Hey come hang with the family.” Said his cousin. “Hey I got to go hang out with the family ankara escort bayan for a bit I will let you know when I am done okay.” “Okay that’s fine.” I said back and he kissed my forehead. So I went to find my mom like always she was in the bingo hall. I sat with her playing a few games of bingo waiting for him to call me. While I was playing bingo I was talking to my best friend telling her about him, and what had happened the night before. “OMG really?” she asked.“Yea he is amazing. I came like ten times.” I told her. “Nice, so when do I get to meet him?” “No idea he is with his family now so I can’t say.” Hours and hours went by soon it was time for bull riding to start. I went to the gate escort ankara and got my ticket and went and sat down waiting for him to text me, but nothing. Then I saw him in the pits getting ready to ride. I screamed his name but he did not hear me. When the show started they introduced all the riders of the evening he was first, and damn did he look sexy in those chaps and his riding gear with a brand new black cowboy hat. They sang the national anthem and the show started. Finally it was his turn after about 5 people went. I was horrified that he was going to get hurt he already had an accident where he lost his left nut literally; because the stupid bull stepped on it. He stayed on for about 3.2 seconds, got bucked off, and when he fell I saw that the bull had stepped on his wrist. Then a few more guys rode and intermission came. I saw him out of his gear and with his mom. “Hey Josh, are you going home?” I yelled. “Yea I didn’t’t make it to the second round.” He said.

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The whistle blew and Kelly took a deep breath in bounced the ball three times like she always did and then hit the ball sending it flying to the other side of the court. Kelly sprinted to her base position in front row as the setter. She watched as number five on the other side jumped up like she was going to slam it down, but she had her fingers in the tip position. Kelly changed her position quickly getting there just in time to get the dig. The ball went up and she quickly moved out of the way watching the right-side gently tap so that Kelly could go up and hit it. And that is exactly what she did. She swung her arms back taking her steps then bringing them back up as she jumped snapping her wrist and watching the ball hit the floor. Kelly took a breath and blew out.”Nice job, Kells!” Jane her best friend said as she walked up to the bench slapping bursa escort her on the butt like, she always did.”Never seen you so emotionless,” Came a voice from behind her which she knew just as well as her Mom and Dad’s voice, it was Coach C.”Thanks Coach! For a second there I was nervous you know when Five came up there I thought Sarah hadn’t seen it, but she was the one that yelled at me.” Kelly said knowing that her middle honestly hadn’t seen it but she was covering for her.Coach C just smiled and pointed towards the locker room, “Get out of here y’all played one hell of a game! Go celebrate, tonight. See y’all back her Monday! And I know more than two of you have a test, so study!”Kelly smiled and nudged Jane, “Same old Coach, and Same old speech!”Jane and Kelly giggled as they walked into the locker room. x-x-x-x-x”Man!” bursa escort bayan Noah said throwing his hands in the air when he watched the final point of the game. “Why didn’t I learn about Volleyball earlier? All these chicks with amazing asses running around! It is like heaven!”Luke and Tj laughed nodding their heads in agreement. They all started to walk down the stairs talking about their favorite players that were on the team and what sexual feature they liked the best about them.”My favorite was that tall one in the middle! Damn let me tell you something that girl had fine legs and nice hips!” Tj said smiling and nodding his head as he thought about the girl.”Tj, the only reason you say that is because she is the first girl you won’t have to bend down too far to make out with!” Luke said which made Noah escort bursa start to laugh. “Now, the girl in the back which they call the Libro, that girl was nice! Did you see those boobs! They were about to pop out of her shirt!””No, no you two got it all wrong! The setter, that scored the last point, she was the best. That ass was beautiful! And her boobs were not so bad either!” Noah said an evil glint in his eye.The boys argued over which girl was the best for a while, all thinking their girl was the best.”Where do they all go after the game?” Tj asked looking more at Luke than Noah.”Why do you think I would know?!?””Dude, you have dated half of the girls here at this college you have to know where they hang out!”Luke looked at Noah for help and he just shrugged as if saying, Tj has a point, which rarely happened.Luke sighed, “The bar on College Street, I think that most of them drink Miller or Sam Adams every now and then one of them drinks Bud Light.”Noah and Tj started laughing, “We didn’t want to know what they liked to drink!” Noah said holding his stomach as they walked towards College Street.

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“Remember this place?” Rick clapped Brody on the shoulder as they entered the bar. “I don’t know—wait.” Brody looked around. “Is this the place you took me when I turned twenty-one?” Rick grinned. “The very same. Although I remember it as the place where you barfed in the parking lot when we left.” “Thanks for bringing that up.” “You’re not going to do that again, are you?” “No. Jesus.” Brody aimed a punch at Rick’s shoulder but his older brother easily dodged. “Come on, man,” said Rick. “Let’s grab a table.” They wound their way back to a table in the corner. Rick waved at a couple of patrons as well as a couple of the waitresses. Brody wondered just how often his brother was here that the staff would recognize him. On the other hand, there weren’t that many places to choose from. Rick gestured at a small round table and Brody nodded. As he took a seat, he looked around again. “What do you think?” Rick asked. “I think . . . it looks like a bar.” Brody grinned and picked up a menu. “And I wouldn’t mind a drink. And a burger.” “They still don’t have decent burgers in Washington?” “Sure they do. Five bursa escort Guys is the best. I’ll have to take you there next time you come East. The kids would love it, too.” Rick gave a non-committal shrug and turned his attention to the menu. Brody ordered a cheeseburger with onion rings and a beer. Rick went for the bacon-cheeseburger and French fries. The beers arrived first and Brody watched as his brother downed almost half his bottle in one go. Had he always done that? “So, how’s it going, Rick?” His brother raised his eyebrows. “How’s what going?” “Everything. Come on, man. Mom’s worried about you.” “When isn’t she worried about all of us?” “True, but right now I think you’re at the top of the list. How are you?” “I’m okay. I’m adjusting.” Rick downed more of his beer. “How’s everything with you? That was a tough game last night. Is your shoulder okay?” “Oh, yeah, it’s fine. You know how it is. You get hit enough you don’t even notice some of them.” Brody rolled his shoulder, pleased when he felt nothing more than a twinge. “Would have been better if we’d won.” He frowned. “The bursa escort bayan ice there sucked; I caught a rough spot and fell. If I hadn’t done that, the pass never would have gotten by me.” “You can’t do everything. And isn’t that what your defense is for?” “Yeah, I know.” Brody shrugged. “Anyway, we’re not here to talk about me.” “What do you want to talk about, then? The Tigers are looking good.” Brody was saved having to reply when the food arrived. He tried to organize his thoughts, buying more time by drowning his onion rings in ketchup. “Nice try, man. How are you doing, really?” “What do you want me to say? I come home one day, the kids are at Amy’s mom’s, and Amy’s telling me she thinks we need to separate. Now I’m living in a crappy apartment and scheduling time with my own kids.” Rick signaled for another beer before he started on his burger. “Sorry, Rick. That has to be rough.” “It sucks. Everything sucks right now. I have to talk to a fucking stranger about what happened in my marriage. Some goddamned shrink with papers up on the wall saying she knows how to fix escort bursa marriages. And you know what?” “What?” “She’s not even fucking married. Can you believe that shit? I guess that’s fucking irony for you.” Brody waited as the waitress delivered Rick’s beer. She asked Brody if he wanted another, but he declined and asked for water instead. As the waitress walked away, he turned his attention back to his brother. “So, ah, is the counseling helping?” “Are you kidding? The shrink’s on her side, so of course everything is my fault. Amy says I’m not around enough and she’s tried to work it out but it wasn’t working. She says I’m not listening. Ha.” He took another swig of his drink. “Like I ever do anything else; it’s not like she ever stops talking.” Brody made a sympathetic noise and reached for his glass of water. Rick went on. “Every day I’d come home and she was badgering me about where I was, what kept me so long. For Christ’s sake, I’d go for drinks with the guys after work once in a while and she’d acted like I’d been gone for a month.” “She was probably just upset. Maybe tired, too.” “I mean, is it so much to ask that after a day of hauling heavy shit around, I grab a few beers before going home?” Rick shook his head, drained his beer, and indicated he wanted another. Brody searched for a comment. “Well, she works hard.” Rick scoffed.

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The Beauty of Buses.txt I had made a Commercial Bus trip to North Carolina to be with my Mother for a few days. What would’ve been a nine-hour drive became a thirty-four hour trip. Mother needed an immediate surgery for a blockage in one of her corroded arteries, but she survived the operation and was all right when I had to leave. I remembered that SEPTA (South East Pennsylvania Trust Authority) had a bus that went out that way. I could be home before the Commercial bus arrived at the Philly bus depot. So my Duffel and I were settled on the Number 45 on it’s way to King of Prussia (the transfer point). I was sitting up front on one of the bench seats with my duffel on the next seat next to me. I was very tired, as I don’t usually sleep well on transport. The Commercial bus had travelled through the night with a transfer in Virginia. When she got on the bus, I was in a semi-fog state. At first all I noticed was her legs and her burgundy heels. I looked up to see Auburn hair and an olive complexion. Her blazer and skirt were both burgundy, and the ruffled blouse was white. Her stockings … well I confirmed that when she sat across from me and crossed her legs, they were a pale lilac. She settled herself and placed her worn leather satchel on the floor next to her feet. The big bus lumbered its way out of the city, up the Schuylkill Expressway, and on it’s way to its first stop at Gulpa Mills. I was spellbound. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was beautiful… şişli escort so beautiful in fact, that when she uncrossed her legs and stood up to get off at Gulpa Mills, I was in a daze. She was so graceful, so elegant….but as the bus pulled out from the stop, I snapped out of my reverie to see that she had left her satchel. I quickly pulled the Emergency Cord, grabbed the satchel and caught up with her just as she was getting into her Volvo station wagon. “Oh god.. Thank you so much,” she almost cried out loud. I found that she was carrying some very confidential papers … being the gentleman.. I said, “You’re welcome…I’m glad I caught you…. And have a great day.” As I turned to leave I saw my bus disappear over the rise, on its way back to the Expressway…. along with my Duffel bag. “Oh I am so sorry, she said. I have caused you to miss your bus.” “Don’t worry about it, there should be another one along either later today or tomorrow that I can catch.” “Where will you stay? I can recommend a couple of Hotels if you like.” She gave me the Hotel phone numbers and also her own phone number, in case I needed it. I went to phone the Hotels and booked into the Imperial. I got settled in my room and called the Bus Company to find out when the next bus was due. They informed me that it would not be for two days. I also informed them that my Duffel bag was on the Bus that had deserted me. They assured me that it would be collected and kept at the Philly office until şişli escort bayan I could collect it. I would have to do some shopping that afternoon. That gave me a complete day and two nights to find something to do. I got the idea to call the woman from the bus incident and thank her for her information about the Hotels, as an excuse, to invite her out to Dinner. I rang and she answered, “Hello, Helen speaking.” “This is Bob, the guy from the Bus. I just wanted to say thank you for recommending the Hotels. I have booked into the Imperial. The only trouble is that I have to wait until Friday for a bus to continue my journey. I was wondering if you would have dinner with me tonight. As a thank you and I would love to get to know you a little better.” “You don’t owe me anything, she replied. But I would love to have dinner with you.” “I will send a cab for you, if you will give me your address. We can then have a few drinks without worrying about driving okay. Is seven-thirty all right with you?” “Thank you Bob, that will be fine. I’ll see you then.” About seven forty-five I was waiting at the entrance of the Hotel and went down the steps to meet Helen as she stepped out of the Taxi. She looked so stylish and elegant. What had I done to deserve a beautiful woman like this? She wore a deep purple cocktail frock, with pale lilac stockings and three-inch court shoes. She didn’t wear a lot of make-up, with her beautiful olive skin shade; she just added a couple mecidiyeköy escort of highlights on her cheeks and eyes, and a purple lipstick. Her hair was worn in a simple bob and the red in it made it shine. And she stood about 5’8” and the heels bought her to a good height for me. All in all, one beautiful woman. Her bust line was about a 36C, not too big and not too small. She had very curvy hips and arse that was in proportion to the rest of her figure. We went into the Hotel Restaurant where I had already made a booking. Before we took our seats we had time to have a drink at the Bar. Helen had a Black Russian and I had a Bourbon and Soda. We started to get to know each other a little better. I learned that Helen was a Loans Officer in a major Bank. I told her that I was in the IT industry and owned my own business, that is why I could take my time getting home. I could get a lot of work done on a Laptop, which at the moment was on its way to Philadelphia. I also told her why I was in this area in the first place and that I had been to see my Mother. I had decided to change my travelling arrangements and now I was ‘stuck’ here in her town. Not that I minded that. I must give my readers a description of myself before I go any further. I am a tall man, about 6’2” with quite a fit build. Not Olympic standards, but I do work out a few times a week. I believe in keeping healthy. I have dark brown, wavy hair, green eyes and I think I dress well, whatever the occasion. I had been a widower for a long eight years. When the Maitre’ de showed is to our table, I beat him to the punch and held out the chair for Helen, then sat opposite her. She had a surprised look on her face when I looked at her.

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Chapter 4: Absence Makes Our Lust Grow Hotter “This evening I need to pack for my cross-country business trip,” I continued my Sept. 23 email reply to Eric. “I’m going to leave for the airport about 6:30 tomorrow morning. We’ll be apart for just 6 days, until my return on Sunday the 28th. But after FINALLY getting to touch those special parts of each other, those 6 days are going to seem like 6 years to me! “Hope to hear from you tonight. Then, I’ll go to sleep with sweet dreams of us. Tomorrow morning, while I’m waiting at the airport I’ll go online and savor every loving, sexy word in your message. “This morning, exploring each other, was a wonderful send-off for this trip. But it would have been even better if I could fly off with your so obvious passion deep in me, so deep in me, all warm and sweet and gooey and wonderful, to savor on my long flight. But alas, not yet. “And I wish I could, while on my flight, know that I had left my own juices on more than just your fingers this morning. To fly off knowing my juices are on that so very special part of you, sure would make the long flight a lot more bearable. But even though we couldn’t yet. I’m happy with the mutual exploring we did this morning….for now! Some day, my sweet darling, some day soon.” His sweet email reply was the perfect send-off before my flight: “My sweet cherished one. I just got home from the grocery store and as always, happy to see your message. I feel I should be the one thanking YOU! The way it felt to finally touch you and be touched by you, this will keep you front and center on my mind until your return. “You’re right, what we have is all of those things: hunger, desire, passion, affection, and appreciation, tender yet powerful. Also respect and trust. And you’re right, had we been able to do all that we wanted to this morning, without risk of being caught, I would be savoring your juices on more than my fingers, and thinking of how you are on that long flight, all full of the warm goo that expresses how deeply I care about you. If ONLY! “I don’t know why the thought occurred to me that should our circumstances ever change for us both, there could be more for us. I guess because I didn’t start having good relationships until fairly late in life, and I can’t see being alone and empty like in my younger years, especially knowing there’s someone as amazing as you around. I just think that if you or I ever do have a ‘next relationship,’ we may have already found it in each other. But I’m happy with whatever life brings, and although there are troubles, they don’t matter; my life is perfect now, since meeting you. “You didn’t embarrass or offend me. I very much like the image your words stirred up, about us naked on the beach and enjoying each other in the surf and the sand. I also want you to know, I’m remembering where your hand was so sweetly expressing your love for me this morning….and right now, this same place is exactly where my own hand is right now as I savor that mental image of beach sex that you paint. “Yes I’m a gentleman as you say, or mostly so. But I have a lot of love and passion in my soul, too. I was raised to be a gentleman by my dad. He was a true gentleman, and he had a deep love for his wife, my mom. I always looked up to him. But when I’m with you, it’s hard to remain gentlemanly. It’s just, well, HARD…..pun definitely intended! “As great as your endless orgasms felt on my fingers this morning, I can hardly wait to experience your juices, which I am certain taste delicious, on my tongue….and on my ‘elsewhere.’ Eric“ I called him from the airport before my flight took off. I already missed him terribly. I told him that the minute I landed on my return trip, I was going to book us a motel room so I wouldn’t have to wait one second longer than necessary to feel all that wonderful hardness FINALLY slipping deep into my body, and into the depths of my very SOUL! I would have called him again that evening, but I knew he would be back home with his estranged wife, and I figured she wouldn’t appreciate me calling to tell her husband that I was ravenously hungry to ride him for hours and hours and hours. That evening, he sent me another email: “I can’t stop thinking about your phone call and that motel where we will finally do everything we want to, for HOURS, in total privacy. With luck I’ll see you –every sweet unveiled bit of you — on Sunday. You know that after several lonely, horny days apart, there’s no WAY we are going to remain clothed when next we meet!!! I bet you’re thinking that, too. Have a safe trip and see you –ALL of you — on your return.” I was so turned on by the events and conversations and emails of the previous few days, and the thought of that motel room I would book for us when I get back, as I replied: “My dearest, sweetest…Thank you for your message, your friendship, and for what you wrote about your dad. It’s beautiful and inspiring, and so are you! You are beautiful to look at, wonderful to touch, and a beautiful soul, and so sexy I can hardly stand it when we’re apart. “Mmmm, you say you’re hard right now, that has become one of my favorite mental images of late! Every time you tell me that you are hard thinking about ME, my heartbeat quickens. You know if I could, I would be right there planting adoring kisses where your hand is touching that most wonderful part of you. “Good night, and pleasant dreams! See you soon–and yes I agree, I’ll see ALL of you! From how it felt in my hand, I have a mental image of what it looks like, but yes when I get back I want to SEE it! And taste it!!!! And ride, ride, ride, RIDE it! Yours…soon to be ALL yours!” He wrote back: “Darling. You amaze me how you take away my ability to find the words, since I’ve been a writer all my life, and words are my stock in trade. ‘Beautiful and inspiring?’ oh how wonderful of you to say, and how befitting in describing you as well. The feel of you squeezing and hungrily pulling my fingers deeper into your moistness this morning inspired all sorts of things!!! My heart, and a certain other part of me so recently in your very capable hands, both swell şişli escort at the thought of you, the words and the images of you, knowing your various current trials and tribulations in life so similar to my own, the feelings between us, so much more. And words become difficult and wholly insufficient for it all. My dreams shall indeed be sweet, so long as you are in them. You….in my dreams and gloriously naked. The sweetest dream possible. The time apart will be nearly impossible for me, as I know it will be for you. Know that you shall be in my thoughts as I know I’ll be in yours, until we find each other’s arms again. With much less clothing on us than this morning.” I wrote back, “My Dearest, Since I have also a writer for as long as I can remember, I very much appreciate what you share with me in your emails… and when we are together. What you shared with me this morning was especially wonderful!!! Your hardness and your juices felt WONDERFUL on my hand and it was AMAZING for me to be able to come all over YOUR hand! For what we have, words can only symbolize what we would like to say, do and be. There are multiple ways of knowing and being, and we’ve just started finding them. The exploration is the best part of the journey, don’t you think? “Tomorrow, I need to put the finishing touches on the presentation I will be making on my business trip—the reason I have to be so long out of your arms and out of your PANTS! I have a two-hour layover when I change planes, and I’ll finalize my presentation then, and I’ll look for your sweet words, too. Maybe I’d better do my preparation for my presentation first, because once I read your sexy loving words, I’m not sure I’ll be able to focus. “Sleep well, my sweet…I know I shan’t sleep well until what was in my hand this morning can finally be between BOTH sets of my lips that hunger for you! ….. Yours, 100% all yours” I was sitting in the airport, waiting to change planes for my destination that would take me to the opposite end of the country from the man I hungered for. I don’t know how I kept my hands out of my panties as I read his magical words while waiting in the crowded terminal: “Yes,” he wrote, “we are on a wonderful explorative journey. I’m eager and happy to go wherever our explorations may lead us. And I’m sure you will do well with your presentation. “I have to tell you of the wonderful dream of you I had last night,” he continued. “I hope it will not embarrass you, the graphic details. I’m also hoping it will keep you thinking of me, and of when we can next be together on your return. “In my dream last night, you were lying flat on your back, naked. Your right leg was bent at the knee, your right knee was raised, your right foot was flat on the bed. Your left leg extended straight out in front of you, flat on the bed. My hands slowly, gently separated your thighs, and my face nestled between your soft thighs. You clamped your thighs tightly around my ears as I began to kiss you there. Your nether lips tasted even sweeter than I already well know the lips on your face do. “I broadened my tongue and began to slowly lap at your sweetness. Your back arched high as you pushed yourself closer to my face. Your incredible long, sexy-as-hell legs, were wrapped around my neck, your bare feet on my shoulder blades, as I kissed and licked the source of all those juices from yesterday, some of which I think are STILL between my fingers. “With a sweet moan, your entire body convulsed, and you began to feed me such tasty feminine nectar. I hungrily licked-up every tasty drop flowing from you. “I awoke realizing that as wonderful as this dream was, the reality, when it finally does happen, is sure to be even better than the dream! “I wanted you not to forget what lies waiting for you on your return. So here is a photo I just took of how hard I am under my jeans, just thinking of you right now. But you already know what awaits you. You’ve already felt that you affect me in this way. You now know first HAND how much warm, gooey loving I have to give you, what I will give you soon (I love how you hunger for me to give you this precious gift), I make you that promise that I will give you all that you hunger for. Wish you were here right NOW to peel these jeans off of me and I could share what’s obviously underneath with you – IN you. “I hope our plans we discussed on the phone earlier tonight will work out; I know neither of us can hardly wait for that motel room the day you get back, to FINALLY make all our dreams come true. Just hours and hours of turning our sweet dreams of each other into unforgettable spectacular reality. Until then, as you can see in this photo, I eagerly await your next message. “Yours in body, mind, and spirit–well, not yet in body but soon, very soon, body too will be yours, all yours to enjoy, my beloved.” Mmmmm, what his photo DID to me! All that thick hard ridge, that soon would be mine, all mine, to hold and to kiss and to taste and to ride. Mmmmm! “My panties were totally RUINED now, just looking at that photo and remembering and imagining! My little black silk panties got SO soaked. I headed to the airport bathroom, skimmed off my panties, jammed two fingers into me, remembering how amazing HIS fingers had felt when down my panties earlier in the week. After trembling through four orgasms, remembering HIM, remembering the best and sweetest and sexiest PART of him throbbing and coming in my hand. Not really satisfied giving myself the 4 orgasms I wanted HIM to give me, I tossed my impossibly soaked panties in the trash can—I could hardly put them back on me like that – and I returned to the terminal. Then I wrote back: “My darling….I don’t have much time, because it took me a little longer to get past airport security…. and they will be boarding my flight in a few minutes, but wow! Reading your sweet adoring lusty words, I came so hard and so much that I had to throw my panties in the trash, they got too wet for me to wear them anymore. And as I sit here in the airport pantiless, how I wish your face was under my skirt, pleasuring me right now! “As escort şişli I read your sexy prose, I cannot help but think of the song “Secret Garden.” I will only say that it’s been a long, long time and the wish is mutual. “Tell me your secret I don’t wanna know about just any secret I wanna know about that special secret {Oh} Because tonight I want you to learn all about the secrets In your garden “I wanna read your mind, know you deepest feelings I wanna make it right for you Baby, show me Let me share the mystery, oh (Come on, come on, come on, come on) Listen to your heart tonight (Come on, come on, come on) Make it alright, yeah, yeah, yeah (Come on, come out tonight) “I know a melody that we could sing together I’ve got the secret key to you, baby Let’s make music Harmonizin’ ecstasy (Come on, come on, come on, come on) Come on, sing it to me “Here in the garden Where temptation feels so right Passion can make you fall for what you feel In the garden {Ooh…} We can make it come alive { We can make it come alive} Every night, oh, woman {Every single night} Your secret garden, hoo…hoo…hoo…hoo… “Oh, baby I need to be with you, let me lay beside you Do what you want me to all night Gonna hold you Ooh, baby, can I touch you there (Come on, come on, come on, come on) I can keep you satisfied, baby (Come on, come on, come on) Ooh, ooh-wee, ooh-wee, baby Please, baby, oh, darlin’ (Come on, come out tonight) “Yeah, baby I’ll take good care of you That’s what a man is supposed to do And I’ll be there for you all the time Let you hair down Let me get you in the mood (Come on, come on, come on, come on) Come on, take me, take me with you “Into the garden Where temptation feels so right Passion can make you fall for what you feel In the garden We can make it come alive Every night, oh, woman Here in the secret garden, hoo…hoo…hoo…hoo… “And I never wanted anyone (Woo…ooh…ooh…woo…) I never wanted anyone as much as I, as much as I want you I want you to show me, I want you to tell me how you feel (Ooh-wee, ooh-wee, baby) All the secrets “If you think I am gonna take care of you If you think I have got what you need Sho’ you right [And I want to take our time because we have all night] If you think I am gonna be good to you If you think I like what you do Sho’ you right (Oh, I’m gon’ be so good to you, baby, ooh-wee, ooh-wee, baby) “If you think I am gonna take care of you (Hey…) If you think I have got what you need Sho’ you right [Let me know your secrets] If you think I am gonna be good to you If you think I like what you do Sho’ you right [Sho’ you right, baby, you don’t know me] “If you think I am gonna take care of you {Ooh…} If you think I have got what you need Sho’ you right [How does that feel] If you think I am gonna be good to you (I’m gonna be good to you) If you think I like what you do (Oh…) Sho’ you right (Oh…) “If you think I am gonna take care of you If you think I have got what you need Sho’ you right (Turn the lights down low) If you think I am gonna be good to you “As for the JPEG you sent, pictures really do say a thousand words. Mmmm, I can hardly wait to unwrap you!!! Yes, I do remember how good what’s under your jeans felt in my hand–how could I forget? But I long to see it, and to put it in all sorts of places where I want it. Where I need it. “Wherever we go in the ‘secret garden,’ it will be wonderful. I won’t know about Sunday and the motel until tonight or tomorrow, but will let you know. I’ll email you while I’m on layover to change planes on my return flight. He wrote back: “How strange to be downtown early morning without you in my arms! I hope your trip goes well. I can hardly wait to see you again. And to do more than kiss you–and to kiss parts of you that I suspect haven’t been kissed in a VERY long time. And to feel your kisses in places on me where I haven’t been kissed in ages. Hurry back; it’s tough waiting for all that we want to do with each other. But you’re worth the wait. “I love those Secret Garden lyrics you sent to me, and I love that you feel this way about me. I think these lyrics sum up how I feel about you. It’s James Taylor’s “How Sweet it is” which I heard when I was mailing a letter in the post office this morning: “I needed the shelter of someone’s arms, there you were I needed someone to understand my ups and downs, there you were …. Deeply touching my emotion I want to stop and thank you baby I want to stop and thank you baby (yes I do) … I close my eyes at night Wondering where would I be without you in my life Everything I did was just a bore Everywhere I went it seems I’d been there before But you brighten up for me all of my days.” I replied: “ My darling, Thank you for the lyrics from James Taylor… I agree that is also an appropriate choice for us. What music would you like for our first time together, whenever that may be? “Darling,” he emailed back to me, “I don’t know about a special song, let me think about that. Usually a special song just happens, associated with something special that happens and has significance, meaning. I’m sure we’ll find what’s right. Anyway, the rhythm of our loving motion, two moving together as one, will be the sweetest music that no song will be able to enhance.” My reply: “ When the time is right, we can make our own music. I’m sure we can really harmonize with each other . In fact, I think we already do. Stereo moaning and purring will be the sweetest music we can and will share. “I love hearing your voice and enjoy our phone visits (as well as those we make online and in person, although long distance is not the same as being there). I want to, I need to kiss you, to touch you, to do the ‘so much more’ we’ve talked about.” His reply: “Yes, the rhythm of our bodies moving as one will be the sweetest music. And we will find ‘our special song.’ Duet in Moans.” I wrote back: “ Sweetheart, I’m looking forward to that rhythm… a song and a dance of celebration for us, when we can get lost in each other and do and be everything for each other. This morning, I woke up in the hotel bazillion miles mecidiyeköy from you, and I kept thinking of a song by Chicago… ’cause I’m wishing you were here! “Even though you’re far away, you’re on my mind. Wishing you were here… And I’d love to change my life and you know I would Just to be with you tonight, baby, if I could… “But there’s GOOD news, too. I won’t have to miss you quite as long as I thought, won’t have to wait until Sunday the 28th to see you after all. They’re going to let me fly home Friday morning instead of Sunday, so that way I won’t have to be away from you all weekend on top of being away from you all week, before I can be in your arms again. The Friday morning flight should get me sometime in the afternoon. I think we can celebrate a new holiday together, call it MOTEL FRIDAY!” His simple reply was a huge smiley face in 72 point type! That said it all for BOTH of us. On Wednesday morning (24 th ), I sent him: “I need to get dressed (I’m naked right now, so I REALLY wish you were here!) and go downstairs to make my presentation. But we’ll be together, soon (NOT dressed). Can’t wait to get back to you, and will let you know what I find out about Friday together in the motel, after I talk to my supervisor about taking Friday off. It shouldn’t be a problem, since I’m flying home two days early and otherwise wouldn’t have been at the office on Friday anyway. Of course, I can’t exactly tell my boss I want to skip work to finally get to ride the hell out of you, but obviously that’s how I’d prefer to spend Friday over being at work. “This whole business trip, I can’t think about my presentation. I can only focus on how I wish I was there with you. Let’s just say it’s perhaps a good thing you weren’t on the plane with me. The delicious thoughts I had of you, had you been there to act on them, might have gotten us both arrested. Miss you terribly, and look forward to seeing and holding you again soon, my sweet! Holding you and holding that special PART of you too! Mmmmmm! (shiver)” “My Sweet,” he wrote back, “Yes, I wish I could have been with you, too. Too bad airlines no longer offer you those big blankets. They can hide a lot of mischief! (wink) The feelings about missing you and holding you are VERY mutual, I assure you! I miss you too – and yes, I miss touching that special part of you, too. Mmmmm! I’d better stop this now and get back to work before I grow an appendage that will be HARD (pun intended) to explain to my co-workers. I’ll ‘talk’ to you online tonight.” In my hotel room, I wrote back that night (24 th ), “Mmmmmm… just the thought of mischief in the plane makes me smile through and through. I don’t think any laundry could get out what we would have left on that airline blanket! “I arrived at my hotel about an hour ago. The flight was uneventful. I managed to take a nap on the plane, and had a nice little hot erotic dream about us during….. and after, when you draw me closer to you, and pull the motel blanket up over both our sticky bodies, while we whisper sweet nothings to each other. Soon that will happen, and you have no IDEA how moist I am right now, thinking about that, anticipating…..I’m so horny for you right now, I could SCREAM! “Well, darling, I’m going to take a bath, and I’ll pretend that the washcloth is your hands, your mouth, your sweet hardness touching me everywhere. And I look forward to hearing from you later tonight. Wish I could pull you into the tub with me….and pull you into me. “Now that I have had you in my hand and erupting all over my fingers, now that I have FINALLY orgasmed all over your hand for half an hour non-stop, I ache to feel you in me and repeatedly bursting deep into me, as I burst all over you….endlessly! I want that to start, the MINUTE that I see you again!” ”Hi my sweet,” he wrote. “ Mmmm, the thought of you and me with the blanket pulled up, the ‘juices’ still warm on each other’s body. The thought of joining you in that bath (I take baths sometimes, I find them very soothing compared to a shower, after an especially tough day). These thoughts of you make me shiver! And in a very good way! “ After reading your post, I too took a bath and imagined you were there with me, under me, as I slid and slid and slid all that I want to give you, all that you want to receive from me, sliding so lovingly into you through the soap suds. And you, so tight around me, your magnificent bush tickling me in my descent. Right now, I’m longing to touch you, hungering for your touch, more than mere words can ever express. “Speaking of words, I found a snippet of Beatles lyrics that seems to fit what I’m thinking right now: I got arms that long to hold you And keep you by my side. I got lips that long to kiss you And keep you satisfied “I’m all nice and clean now. I slipped into these boxers and took this photo tonight, so you can see my bare chest and legs and the bulge you will soon get to see uncovered, too. I hope that will keep you wanting to get that motel for us as soon possible. Let me know if Friday morning can work out to get together and make all our hot fantasies come true. I don’t think either of us can wait may more days, if not Friday.” “ My sweet,” I fired back, “Mmmmm, the lyrics from the Beatles are perfect… as I mentioned, the flight was uneventful, but travel can be tiring, and I’m glad to have had the opportunity to clean up and rest. Miss you, though. And wish we had been together to wash each other. Trust me, I was imagining those were YOUR fingers washing me in the tub! “Thank you for the picture of you in your boxers. I always appreciate seeing the sweet bulge that has inspired so many feverish dreams in me, in the short time I’ve known you, that I finally got to touch this week, but STILL have yet to see unwrapped, have yet to taste, have yet to ride…. But even so, your bulge is such a treat, and your picture will inspire me to think – and dream – of you tonight. “Mmmmm, to peel you out of those boxers and enjoy you everywhere I want you, everywhere I need you to be. Although even peeled down to only your boxers, I gotta say, you still have WAY too much clothing on. I think from now on, whenever and wherever possible, I don’t want you to be with me any other way than NAKED!!! “I don’t have too many pictures of me, but I found one from about 5 years ago, taken in the garden I planted of the house where I used to live.

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