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Everyone involved in this story is at least 18, and this is a work of fiction. This is my first story, and I would love all constructive commentary. ©ellejaywrites    

I studied myself in the mirror as I was getting ready to leave to meet my friends at a club downtown. I was tall, about 5’8” and on the curvy side. My long, dark hair was curled don my back and the black tank top I was wearing was low cut and exposed my 36D chest nicely. I was just about ready to leave when I got a text from my best friend. “

BFF: Girl, you best come you’re your ex is here.

A thrill of excitement shot through me. I hadn’t seen him in years. I glanced at myself in the mirror again. I changed from the tank top and jeans to a low-cut black dress with a short skirt. This dress was made for the club. I grabbed an Uber and headed downtown.

My friends met me up front, but quickly ditched me for the hunt of their own. I found myself moving around the edges of the dance floor. When I found him, he took my breath away. He was tall, his dark curly hair was tousled on top and cut short to his sides. He was wearing a navy-blue t-shirt that clung to every muscle in his arms and a pair of well-worn jeans. His bright green eyes were a little duller than usual, most likely from the alcohol. He stood with a couple of his friends, propped up on the bar, but I could feel him in the room. Even all these years later, it was like every cell of my body was aware of him, and if he was nearby, they all had to react.

I looked down at myself to make sure I looked ok. The black dress clung to my body like a second skin. It was now or never, so I sauntered up to him before I lost my nerve. I could tell the moment his body alerted to my presence; his body went from relaxed and causal to alert. He still had a little sway to his posture, but his eyes scanned the room and when he locked eyes on mine, everything else in the room faded away. He put his cup down and stalked in my direction. The look in his eyes was almost predatory as he took me in. The skirt on this dress was shorter than the ones I usually wear, but as his eyes trailed up my legs, I wasn’t disappointed by his reaction in the least.

I was expecting a greeting of some sort, but he grabbed my face and pulled me close to him. Slamming his lips down across mine and drinking me in. He savored the moment, before he licked the seam to my lips, seeking entry. I opened for him, and what little resistance there I had left in me ignited as his tongue explored my mouth. He broke our kiss, and his eyes studied me.

He leaned forward and spoke in my ear, “I’ve got to get you away from here. almanbahis I don’t want my whole team watching what I’m about to do to you.” His voice was husky and so much deeper than I remembered. Goosebumps prickled across my skin.

He pushed us back on the dance floor and wrapped his arms around mine as our bodies began to move with the music. He pushed his thigh between my legs as we danced; our bodies moving together. His lips finding their way to my exposed skin we moved. I was breathing fast, and my heart rate kicked up as he traced down my neck. He was ghosting tiny kisses and nips along my throat. I couldn’t contain my groan as he traced my collar bone with his tongue.

“I like this tattoo,” he said. I could feel his lips caress the tattoo’d skin of my collar bone.

His eyes shot back up to mine with a wicked grin on his face. He leaned towards me, invading my space as he captured my lips in another kiss. His tongue against mine worked in a frantic rhythm while he pulled my hips closer to him. He broke our kiss and turned me around pushing his erection up against my ass. One hand grabbed on to my hip and squeezed as our bodies continued to move. I could feel the other hand trace up my thigh and under my skirt grazing the outside of my panties with his knuckle. He growled in my ear and slipped a finger under the edge of my panties rubbing his thumb against my clit.

“You are fucking soaked, pretty girl,” he muttered.

I whimpered as he pulled his finger away. I bit my lip to keep from begging when he grabbed my hand and pulled me off the dance floor.

Awareness of our surroundings flooded back in as we moved across the back of the dance floor. He pulled me behind him, and we turned down a long hallway. We continued past the bathrooms, and around the corner. The emergency exit was on the left, but he pushed through a door on the right. We were back in the club, but this time, we were up against the wall behind the DJ booth. I started to ask how he knew about this, but his mouth was on mine again before I could formulate a question. He devoured me; this kiss was an explosive mix of tongue and nibbles around the edge of my mouth. He traced his hand traced from my neck to the strap of my dress. He pushed the strap off my shoulder and drug my dress down exposing my chests. He cupped my breast in his hand, stroking his thumb across my nipples.

He whispered in my ear, “These are so much better than I remember.” His lips were on my nipple, sucking it into his mouth as I arched my back. My hands gripped his shoulders trying to anchor me to something. I rubbed my hips up against him, trying almanbahis giriş to find friction between my legs when he broke away from my chest. He traced his hand down my other shoulder, pulling my shoulder strap and bra down with him as he went. He rubbed his hand down my shoulder onto my breast, tweaking that nipple between his fingers.

His hand continued to run down my side to the bottom of my skirt. He grabbed the hem of my skirt and slid it up my thighs. He hooked his thumbs into the band of my thong and pushed it down over my hips and towards the ground. He helped me step out of it, and then I saw him stuff my thong in his pocket. He pushed his lips up against me again, and when we broke apart. The scruff of his jaw scraped against my cheek as he moved his way towards my ears. Shivers erupted up under my skin as his lips traced along my skin. When he got to my ear, his tongue traced along my ear lobe and then he sucked it between his teeth, nibbling slightly. I could feel wetness gushing down my thighs as he continued his assault. His hands were on my hips now, and he was anchoring them in place. Despite my best attempts, I couldn’t find the friction I was looking for.

When his mouth let loose of my ear lobe, he spoke, his voice was gravelly when he asked me, “Is this ok?” I nodded.

He responded, “I’m going to fuck you, ok?” I nodded again, and he said, “No, I need your words. I’m going to fuck you. It’s going to be fast and hard, ok?” I nodded again. He tightened his grip on my hips. “I need your words.” I sucked in a breath of air, and it felt like it took all my effort to push words out.

“Yes, please, fuck me.” I groaned. He let go of my hips and I almost cried out at the lack of contact; I reached down for his pants, but he beat me to it. He unbuttoned his pants and loosened the zipper; the bulge of his black boxer briefs was coming into view.

My mouth watered at the thought of him, and I dropped to my knees. I ran my finger around the waist of his boxer briefs pulling them away from his body. His cock popped out the top and up against his stomach with a smack. I leaned forward, eager to take him in my mouth, when he gathered a handful of my hair in his hand and pulled back. An animalistic cry escaped my lips. Another full body shiver raced through me. My skin was tingling from my scalp where he pulled my hair. He pulled me back up to my feet and brushed his lips across the shell of his ear.

“If you do that, this will be over way before it starts, I’m already not going to be able to control myself.” I nodded, but I could feel the disappointment work through me.

He almanbahis yeni giriş lifted one of my legs, hooking it around his hip and traced the tip of his cock up and down his slit. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “I remember how fucking responsive you are for me, but this is amazing. Everywhere I touch, your body reacts.”

He traced the tip of his cock up and down my slit again, and before I even open my mouth to beg, he slammed into me. He lifted my other leg, wrapping it around his hip and leaving me at his mercy with my back pushed up against the wall. He pushed his forehead up against mine and rolled his hips; pleasure shot through my body as he set a quick pace. Over and over again, he pulled out and slammed his hips back up against mine. I was having trouble formulating words so what was coming out of my mouth was a series of grunts and groans. He started whispering in my ear again; the filthy things he said shooting straight to my clit.

“You are so fucking wet, pretty girl. Your pussy was made for my dick,” he said. His dick sliding in and out of me over and over again. “Are you close?” he groaned in my ear as he continued to pick up the pace.

“Yes,” I groaned out in response.

“Fucking good,’ he responded, ‘because after you cum all over my dick, I’m going to take you back to my hotel room. I’m going to worship this damn body. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I cried. My voice was breathy and unrecognizable. “Yes what?” he asked. His hips moved at a frantic pace as he slammed his cock into me over and over again. “Yes sir,” I groaned.

He pulled my hips down, so I slid further down on his cock. This change in position applied more pressure to my clit. The familiar heat was building in my belly. he leaned forward and sucked my nipple into his mouth again. He continued to pound through the course of my orgasm. As the last wave subsided, he pulled out, putting both my feet on the floor. He pushed me down to my knees in one fluid motion. His cock was right in front of my face, and I opened my mouth, leaning in, trying to take it in my mouth. He wrapped his long fingers around his shaft and tugged three times. With a growl, he came and sprayed hot stream after hot stream of cum all over my exposed chest.

He staggered a step or two backwards after his orgasm subsided and then leaned forward. He reached his arm out on the wall to brace himself and he smiled down at me. I was still on my knees in front of him, and he reached out a hand to help me up. I steadied myself on my feet and I watched him as he situated his clothes.

He stared at me, smiling, and he said, “I can’t fucking believe you’re here.” I smiled back, but I was too overwhelmed by the moment to speak. His eyes traced down my body. My chest exposed, covered in his cum, as I sat on my knees in front of him.

He smiled softly at me, “We made a mess of you, pretty girl.”

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Cooling Off Is Hot

God it is hot. It’s even worse now that swimming is over. Carrie unpacked the car and entered the warm house. She raced to the bedroom to strip and get into the shower. “Oh! it will be so nice. Cool water washing over my body.”

Rushing in, she immediately turns to close the door. As she pulls her shorts off she turns around and sees him sitting on the bed with an impish grin. Luke stands up and steps close in front of her. Her shorts around her ankles pull tight.

He has stepped on her shorts, so Carrie steps out of them. He lifts her shirt over her head and she raises her arms to help.

The shirt falls to the ground when he releases it and he draws his fingertips down the inside of her arms and down the sides of her breasts. When his hands reach the seam of her tankini top, he grips it and slowly raises it. She feels her midriff exposing to the air and anticipates the feeling of her breasts being freed. The top peels off slowly. First raising the breasts then suddenly, they are free. They bob a little and settle firmly with dark areola and hard nipples pointing slightly up. Carrie hears him take a breath.

The top peels over her face and she finds him staring into her eyes. She is hot from being outside and in the car and hot from being in the small space with him. Sweat beads on her temples and between her breasts. Seeing this, Luke leans a hand down to the night stand and takes a long piece of ice from his drink.

Staring into her eyes, he runs the tip along her forehead from temple to temple. The cold ice on her hot skin is insane. She almanbahis tingles all over. He runs the ice around her neck to the front and then down her throat. The line of tingling cold pleasure is drawn down between her breasts; all the way to her navel.

He then makes a slow spiral with the ice from around the outside of her breasts inward to the areola. Tension builds in her breasts as Luke draws the ice around closer and closer to the nipple. The areola is puckered from cold ice and hot need. The ice bounces across the engorged, nubby areola as the cold circles her bulging, erect nipple. He slides the ice into her bottoms to let it melt in her pubic hair and run down her vulva.

Recovering slightly, she kisses him hard. She wants every part of him. Right now. Luke pulls her close and snugs his hard member against her pubis; pressing the ice against her and accelerating the melt. She turns him around and backs him to the bed letting him fall when the back of legs hit it.

She reaches down and pulls his jeans off. Luke’s cock is hard and the tip is poking above the waistband. She pulls those off and gets on her knees watching the need in his eyes as she descends.

She pushes his legs apart and takes a long lick from his balls to the head of his penis. She pulls the cock straight up and puts the head in her mouth.

She makes a circle with her tongue and then sucks hard. She releases and takes more and more in her mouth. Then she sucks lightly and pulls back, sliding her lips on the shaft. At the top she swishes some saliva around the bulging head almanbahis giriş with her tongue and then goes back down. She pulls up and sucks hard on the head, then back down. Up and down. Up and down, while he makes small moaning sounds.

She feels tension in him and stops. Carrie stands up and turns, slowly taking her bottoms off; making sure Luke gets a look at her pussy. From behind and below it is framed perfectly between her thighs making a gorgeous pointed oval with her inner labia engorged and shiny pink. In a practiced move, he rises from the bed and she lays down.

With her feet at the edge of the bed and knees spread. Luke kneels before her altar of pleasure and begins to worship. He licks the taint first. Then licks up around the side of the vulva. He goes all the way around until he is back at the bottom of the vulva. Carrie’s breathing becomes more rapid.

He lightly licks the extruded labia. Then sucks it in. Lets go. Sucks it in. Lets go. He parts her with his tongue. It is hot, slick, and perfect. Carrie turns her head to the side and sucks in a lip. Moving his head up and down he parts the labia with lick after lick. Then he licks the bottom of the clit. It is a shot of pleasure that makes her shudder slightly.

Her entire body is tense with need. She cups her breasts and pinches her nipples sending a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. His hands come under her legs to hold on to her hips. He continues to lick the clit and the shudders are more regular. He begins to suck the clit. Hot, wet sucking. Release. Lick. Suck. Release. almanbahis yeni giriş Lick. She reaches for her tits and squeezes them tightly. Crushing her nipples between her fingers letting pleasure wash over her breasts.

Then he slides two fingers inside her. She can feel them against her vaginal wall. Suck. release. Lick. suck. His fingers rub the spot inside. Carrie’s shudders become regular as heat and electric pleasure build. The world drifts away from Carrie until there is nothing but pleasure centered on her vag, and filling her ass and limbs with hot joy.

She rides this pleasure as it crashes in hard waves. Her pubic muscles clenching and releasing, while her hips rock like she is on a horse. Slowly she becomes aware he is still there. She sighs, pushes him away as the pleasure waves recede. As he stands she grabs his cock and pulls it to her.

He kneels onto the bed and she can feel the head pressed against her hole. In! She screams in her head. In! He thrusts firmly and she is suddenly full of cock. He stays up on his hands and thrusts hard and regular sending spikes of pleasure as his pubis bangs into her clit. She can feel the tension building again. She grabs his ass and pulls.

He thrusts hard and leaves his penis inside. He grinds his pubis against hers making a hard circle on the clit. His penis moving in and out on the circles. The clitoris is hard and primed. Her pleasure builds as wet heat while he grinds and thrusts. She builds and builds until she lets out a moan and jerks against him, holding the pressure on the clit and squeezing his cock with her pelvis.

The pleasure washes over her and then she is spent. She drops her arms, drops her hips and just sighs. He smiles and slides her closer to the edge. He stands and holds her legs up and thrusts a few times before groaning.

All in all a good day.

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It is my birthday. I remember when I used to love this day. When I was kid, I couldn’t even imagine I’d live to 25, much less 50. Birthdays were exciting, anticipated, planned for, and enjoyed. Today, I wish it was any other day as long as it was before this one.

Oh, and it’s fucking Wednesday. Even if I wanted to celebrate I’d have to be in bed by 11, or face the ordeal of nodding off in my office tomorrow. Worried that I was snoring loud enough my staff could hear me.

50, Goddamn 50. I shouldn’t complain, I still have most of my hair, I’m in the best shape of my life, even if everything hurts the day before it rains. My dick works pretty well still, when my wife and I can find the time or desire. Even if it didn’t, I’ve got some pills for that. When I tell one of the girls at work how old I am they always look surprised. It seems genuine.

Anyway, It’s my fucking 50th birthday, and it’s Wednesday. I’m sitting in a booth at the Olympus Diner. Alone, looking at what’s left of Diana. That’s the name of the omelet with basil leaves and feta in it. It’s my twice a month escape from work mid-morning breakfast. I do it as a treat but usually leave feeling worse.

There is a new waitress today, her name tag says ‘Cassy’, but I don’t assume that’s her name. Sometimes the new girls wear derelict name tags for a while before Marta, the owner’s wife, will make them a new one.

This Cassy is not a great waitress. I had ordered the Artemis, which is a Diana but with tomatoes. I told her no toast but there they were, charred and buttered triangles of gluten. Another reminder of my age. Fucking gluten. God I missed real toast. My cup was almost empty of cold black coffee, and she hadn’t even bothered bringing water.

All that aside. She has nice tits. Just enough heft to bounce when she walks and still young enough to be winning against gravity. She was wearing her hair back in a ponytail and its auburn tip was long enough to dance between her shoulder blades. Her hips were wide and she’s got great legs. Her little polyester uniform dress ending mid thigh did a great job of teasing me with a nice ass that never quite got uncovered, even when she leaned over to wipe down the booth across from me.

When she had pretended to write down my order I had enjoyed watching her mouth the words while she pantomimed using the little pencil. Her lips were full and glossed up. She was pretty, but the kind of pretty that started to fade after a while. Certainly working here. I guess it’s what they call the ‘beauty of youth’.

She dropped my bill on the table and encouraged me to have a nice day. She never quite made eye contact. Something else about being 50, women under 30 or so had stopped registering me as an individual. I had become a non-entity to the young. Hard to complain though, my wife told me that had started happening to her around 35.

I pull out my wallet and fish a twenty from it, that would cover my order and an unearned 30 percent tip. I see it in there, the birthday gift from my mother, a crisp $100 bill. I had given up begging her to stop giving me money on my birthday 20 years ago. Now at 72 she was still doing it. What an awkward gift. I don’t really ever use cash anymore except for this diner.

What the hell, I throw it down on top of the $20 and head for the door. I walk fast so she won’t catch me. Not that there’s much chance of that. She ignored my table the whole time I was sitting there, no reason for her to pick up the pace now.

I start my car and put my seatbelt on. Through the windshield I can see Cassy step outside, the $100 in her hand. She can’t see me with the sunlight hitting her in the face. I wait for her to go back inside and then pull out. Stupid impulse, it’s not the first time I’ve done something without thinking and God knows it won’t be the last.

…

Two weeks later, I’m sitting in my car realizing how stupid that tip was. Now I’ve made things weird, right? I do pretty good at work, but tipping out $100 every two weeks on a $14 bill isn’t really in my budget. Whatever, she’s probably been fired by now anyway.

No such luck. I see her the second I walk in. She’s waiting on a couple of older guys. Everyone looks older to me nowadays, but these guys are all wearing hats from their navy days. Underneath those gold lettered hats, tufts of white hair and fuzzy ears. Certainly older than me.

Marta thankfully seats me in Carla’s section. I like Carla. She’s quick and funny, she calls me by my name. I know she’s a single mom and she just turned 30. She sees me sit and grabs the coffee carafe before coming over.

“You want the Artemis today, Jack?”

I’m grateful for the familiarity and tell her I do.

I’m sipping my coffee and letting my mind wander to the rest of my week, when Cassy slides into the booth and sits across from me.

“You’re the man that tipped me.”

She’s not sure, and it almost sounds like a question.

“Yeah, I’m the guy.” I answered her.

She smiles at me and says,

“Well I just wanted to say thanks, that really helped me out. I didn’t almanbahis know how I was going to pay rent.”

I put my hand up and palm out.

“I’m glad. I don’t always tip like that, I was just feeling funny.”

Cassy pursed her lips. Not really knowing how to respond. I tried to help her out.

“Yeah, I was a little depressed about turning 50 and thought I might do something to make somebody happy.”

I expected her to go back to ignoring me but she didn’t, she reached across the table and put her hand over mine.

“Yeah, birthdays are lame.”

To my surprise she sat and talked with me for a while. She asked me about what I did for a living and I tried not to bore her with the gory details of being a sales manager. She stopped me,

“But, like, what do you do for fun?”

I thought about it for a minute. I used to do all sorts of things for fun. I used to go to shows, take road trips, I did some swing dancing classes once. Now I didn’t do a whole lot. Except I liked to scuba dive.

“Wow, I’ve always wanted to do that.”

I was happy to talk to somebody new about diving. My wife and friends had no real interest and always got that glazed over look whenever I talked about it too long. But, Cassy just listened to me. I told her about seeing sharks and hearing humpback whales, and she really just sat and listened. When I was winding down she said ‘thanks’.

“Sorry to bore you.” I tried to give her an out.

“Not at all, I think it’s fascinating.”

I took a look at her. She really was pretty cute. She didn’t wear a ton of make-up, she had nice skin. Cassy had eyes the same bronze-brown as her hair. Her lips were pronounced and curled down at the edges. Looking at her lips I felt a stir in my jeans. That didn’t happen very often. I leaned into the creaking vinyl of the booth and smiled at the girl. She smiled back at me.

I pull out my wallet and found a business card. I hand it over to her.

“If you ever want to check it out, I’m a dive guide, I’d be happy to get you started.”

She reads the card and looks at me.

“Alright Jack. I might.”

After that she got up from the booth and wished me a good day. Her hips swayed suggestively as she walked away. I wonder if she walked like that two weeks ago. I need to pay better attention.

Later on that evening while enjoying my third glass of whisky and watching a murder documentary with my wife, my phone pings.

I look down and see an unknown number has texted me. Opening it up I read it,

‘Jack it’s me Cassy from Olympus have you ever been to the aquarium?’

I text her back.

‘Hi Cassy. Yes I have been there a few times.’

She replies,

‘Cool I was there today and there was a scuba guy in the tank with the sharks’

And then,

‘ScARY!’ followed by a couple of emojis.

I send her a smiley face and hope that is that. I put her in my contacts and set the phone down.

Looking over at my wife, I see she has long since fallen asleep. I give her a little poke and when she rouses I send her to bed. She is a good looking woman, just a year younger than me and fit. We both enjoy regular visits to the gym and it shows in her. A while back she stopped dying her hair. At first I embraced the gray and was very supportive. Lately though, I’d been wishing she’d go back to the blonde I had known since I was thirty. I kept it to myself though, it was ultimately her hair and if she wanted to go gray, my job was to tell her it looked good.

I finish my glass and rinse it in the kitchen sink. On my way to the bedroom I lock the doors and make sure the porch lights are on. I can see Ted and Steph across the street having a few friends over. I watch the party for a minute, trying to remember the last time we had people over.

…

When Friday rolls around, I find myself dreading the weekend. The long stretch of emptiness that I fill with TV, yardwork, and booze.

At home, my wife and I act out the same scene we play most nights. We talk about work, make plans to go to Costco, I make dinner, we eat in front of the TV, I drink whisky, she drinks red wine. Around eight my phone buzzes. It’s Cassy.

‘Jack totally random but can you give me a lift???

Car broke down and i’m stuck at the diner’

I type in the words ‘No, sorry.’

I don’t send it.

I stare at the phone for a full minute. Then I turn to my wife who has already started dozing off.

“Do you mind if I take off for a minute? Troy at the dive shop wants me to help him out?”

She looks over at me half awake.

“Sure, don’t make any noise when you come back in. I’m going to bed.”

15 minutes later I’m pulling up to the diner. Cassy comes out and jumps into my car. I notice she’s changed from her work uniform into a pair of leggings and spaghetti strap tank top. The black lace of her bra peeks out from her thin shirt. She leans over and punches me in the arm.

“Thank you so much Jack. I know it was weird calling you but I couldn’t think of anyone else, plus.. If you don’t mind too much I need almanbahis yeni giriş a favor.”

I looked at her from the corner of my eye as I pulled out.

“I thought this was a favor.”

She bites her lower lip and bats her eyes at me. If I had been anywhere near her age, she would have had me right there, but I wasn’t.

“Well, see… It’s my friend’s birthday, and she’s having a few people over and I sort of told her I could get us some alcohol.”

I looked at her closely

“You’re not 21? How old are you?”

Cassy pouts and puffs out her chest.

“I’m almost 20, you can say no. I’m sure I could find somebody else.”

It has been a long time since a woman tried to manipulate me just on the basis of her looks and the needs of my penis. I was flattered.

“Naw, it’s fine. I can do it.”

She bounced in her seat.

“I knew you were cool.”

Cool or not, Cassy gave me some directions, and then ignored me typing into her phone. A flurry of messages back and forth. Ostensibly about this old man she had tricked into buying her booze. I was beginning to feel a lot less cool.

In the parking lot of a package liquor store, we meet up with Cassy’s friend. Her name is Anita and she is a long slim girl with waist length black hair. Anita hands me a list and then Venmo’s me some money. I look at the list, it is mainly cheap and plentiful. A couple handles of vodka, gin, a little cheap Canadian whisky and a few cases of beer.

“Oh and rum, I love rum. Get the coconut kind.” Cassy adds.

It takes me a minute to round up the supplies and load them into a cart. I’m feeling more and more foolish by the minute. I know that soon my humiliation will be over. Cassy and Anita will be long gone and I’ll be home with a whisky in one hand and my dick in the other.

I help them load Anita’s little Subaru and then wish them both a good night. I can see the two girls having an animated conversation. Cassy runs over to my car and knocks on the window.

“Do you want to come over and have a drink with us, for Anita’s birthday?”

I pretend to think it over and then respond

“Naw, I should really get home.”

She asked, I answered, letting the two girls off the hook. Except Cassy won’t leave.

“Come on Jack, one drink with me.”

She does that weird little dip, curtsey thing that girls do when they are pleading. It almost looks like she needs to pee.

“Alright. One. I’ll follow you over.” I give in.

But instead of returning to the Subaru she just turns and gives Anita a thumbs up and hops into my passenger seat. This is what it feels like to have a trap sprung on you. At least the cheese is nice to look at.

After a short ride we pulled up at a house. It’s a suburban neighborhood, I know that this used to be railroad housing back in the day, little one and two bedroom cubes for guys who spent most of their time loading and unloading freight. Now the blocks had become popular with college students and artists. Little cafes and hip second hand stores littered the once blue collar neighborhood. I rented here when I was single, a lifetime ago.

“Just pull in behind her.” Cassy gestures to Anitas car.

I park in the driveway and help the girls unload booze out of the car and into the tiny kitchen. It’s cute, decorated with movie posters in french, and furnished with a table and chairs meant to look like they were built in the 50’s. Except these were new. Everything that should have been metal was plastic.

Anita asks me to make a couple of drinks and I pour some vodka over ice and add some Cranberry-Grape juice I find in the fridge. The three of us toast each other and Cassy wishes her friend a happy birthday. The first of their guests walks through the kitchen door unannounced.

Cassy makes an effort to introduce me to her friends as they come in, but eventually we both get tired of it and I head outside hoping to finish my third cocktail and make an Irish exit. Out the kitchen door I notice a few more cars parked behind me in the driveway. It might be a while before I can go home. I wander to the backyard and find a sturdy plastic chair. I try to hide myself in the shadows.

Eventually I am surrounded by twenty-somethings and possibly younger. They are vaping and talking politics. I’ve never understood why a grown man wants to smell like a fruity cinnamon bun.

Cassy finds me trying to hide and pulls a chair up next to me.

“How are you holding up Jack?” She leans over and tries to catch my eye.

I lie

“I’m great, your friends are nice.”

I gesture to the plastic cup in my hand.

“Just going to finish this and head home.”

Cassy taps my cup with hers and we drink.

“So, what exactly do you do as a sales manager?”

I sigh,

“Mostly surf the web. Occasionally I have to step in and help massage a sale. I have a team that does most of the work I get to take credit for.”

She stretches and I can’t help but watch as her breasts strain to get free of her little tank top. She sees me looking and almanbahis giriş doesn’t stop.

“What do you do? I mean when you’re not at the diner?”

She sounds bored,

“Oh you know, I like to party, I like hiking, last month I went and rode side by sides with my family. That was pretty fun.”

I try to find something to hold on to and respond with, I seem to have forgotten how to talk to younger women. I don’t know when that skill left me but it’s gone. I decide to be honest.

“I really feel out of place here.”

Cassy leans over and puts a hand on my forearm. She gives it a squeeze and leaves her hand resting there. I can’t remember the last time a strange woman had touched me like that. I start to feel slightly intoxicated.

“I like your arms.”

She lets her fingers slide up and down from my elbow to my thumb. It might as well be from my lips to the tip of my penis, judging by how my body is reacting to her touch. I am starting to get a little scared of what I’ve gotten myself into.

“Thanks.” Is all I can come up with.

Is this flirting? Is she flirting with me? Couldn’t be. She’s just waiting for me to try and kiss her or grab her tit. Then she can scream and embarrass me. Maybe have some of these young guys kick my ass for her.

Before I can steel myself to break this exotic contact, I look up. In the trees I see the familiar flash of red and blue lights. A young man bursts out the back door and yells,

“Cops.”

Young adults start to scatter and head for the exits. I laugh to myself. I used to be afraid of cops too, but I haven’t broken a law in forever.

A voice in my head whispers,

“Until tonight.”

Holy shit. How against the law is it to buy alcohol for kids under 21? I turn to Cassy,

“Are any of these kids minors?”

She gets a worried look on her face.

“Yeah, most of them. Anita’s little sister brought a bunch of her friends over. They’re all in high school.”

To her credit, she immediately recognizes the danger I’m in. She stands quickly and motions for me to follow. We head to the back fence of the yard and she gestures for me to make a stirrup with my hands. I do and hoist her up over the fence. Then with a little hop I make it over too.

Behind the house is a wooded area. We are standing on the edge of a tiny arroyo. I can hear the sound of running water from the blackness. Cassy takes my hand and using her phone to light the way, leads me down to a little creek.

At the water’s edge she locates a little house. It’s like a play house or a tree house, except it spans the six foot gap over the water. LIke a bridge.

The sounds of police radios echo through the little canyon. I can see beams of light sweeping the scrub oaks above us. Cassy opens a door and we climb into the little hut.

“This belongs to the neighbors, they built it for their kids.”

I sit on the floor, I let my eyes adjust to the new dark. I think about how my car is at least 3 deep in that driveway. I think about my wife waking up and wondering where I am. My mind wanders back to Cassy and the way she touched my arm.

“We just need to wait a little. They won’t come down here.”

She crawls towards me and kisses me in the dark. Her lips are warm and wet. Her breath is humid and sweetened by coconut rum. I kiss her back, out of habit at first and then with the excitement of this new first kiss.

I need to say no, I must tell her stop. But I don’t. I can’t, because I don’t want her to. I forget about leaving and put my arms around her and kiss her harder.

I can feel the gap between the hem of her shirt and leggings. I let my fingers slide across that hot pliant skin. She moans a little and I can feel her lips curl into a crooked smile with my mouth. I take the edge of that thin fabric and pull it up over her body. She leans back so I can bring the shirt over her head. She finds the clasp of her bra, nestled in between her breasts and snaps it open.

I slide the straps down her shoulders and watch her form in the red and blue lights as she tries to set the garment gingerly on the little play table next to us.

Silhouetted in the moonlight I trust my hands to find her body. Her breasts are taut and her flesh is springy. She sighs as my hands glaze over her nipples. I bring my mouth back to hers and we kiss.

I feel her hands work the buttons of my shirt and soon our flesh is pressed together. She squeezes the muscles of my shoulders and says,

“Nice.”

I have to agree. I work out a lot and until now, seem to be the only one who appreciated the effort I put in to maintain my body.

I can feel the pinpoint of heat where her sex meets mine. She grinds into my dick and I feel like the skin of my cock is going to split with the blood filling it. It’s been years since I felt this hard.

Cassy squirms and wriggles herself out of her pants. I try to keep up and soon my slacks are down around my ankles. If the cops show up I won’t be able to run. I realize I don’t care. She slides on top of me and her hot wet pussy envelops my cock.

She doesn’t waste any time thrusting against me and soon she is frenzied. Her hands scratching at my chest, her mouth biting at my neck. I hold her hips and push up into her trying to match the crazy pace she is trying to set. She starts to cry out loudly,

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When Paige walked through the back door, her watch said she’d been gone almost two hours and the kitchen was empty. She could hear the TV was on in the living room. As always her mother had put her dinner in the microwave, and while it was warming, she poured herself a glass of lemonade.

As she was setting the food down on a TV table, her mother said, “Goodness, that took a while!”

“Yes, I got into a back and forth with a client, but in the end we reached an agreement.”

“Honestly Honey, I’ve not seen you this busy since we moved here. Working this hard could end up affecting your health!”

The memory of what happened with Charlie Green in her office flashed before her eyes; she smiled, “I don’t think that will happen, Mom. But anyway, you do realize the busier I am, the more successful too, right?”

“By successful you mean wealthy?”

“That would be number one, yes!”

“I never argue with fat bank accounts, but for me my family’s health is priority one! Just be sure you’re taking care of yourself!”

“Mom, I love you; you are amazing, but I do want to repeat myself from this morning. I want YOU to take care of YOURSELF also, deal?”

Trudy turned and faced her daughter more directly, “I am very happy right now!”

“Okay, just don’t think your future is settled, you’re not so old that you can’t dream anymore!”

“I think we’ll see what the future holds, but thank you for the insight!”

“Final Jeopardy” was just ending as Paige finished her plate. After looking in on the sleeping little ones and checking in with the girls, she stripped and put on a nightshirt, picked up her phone, and stepped out onto the front porch for some “alone” time. Sitting on the swing and thinking through the last several days, she murmured to herself “God, what’s gonna happen next?” That made her giggle to herself, but it also knocked over the domino thought, “Oh yes, Chad and I just said Saturday, no more secrets!”

She lifted the phone and tapped out a text, “Long long day, my Love! How was yours?”

A minute later the response was, “Great! Nice conversation with Virginia Steadman. I hear you’re meeting her tomorrow?”

“Yes, 9:00 am in River Oaks.”

“She likes you; she flat out said so. You haven’t even met her yet.”

“She’s friends with Sara McCullers, connect the dots!”

“You’ve just officially moved from ‘hot little momma’ to ‘scorching sexy MILF!'”

Paige laughed and called him, “You silly doofus! I was ALWAYS scorching!”

“No shit! I like yanking your chain!”

“I’m calling you because I wouldn’t mind some time together, but it was such a long day I’m going to bed early. Can we make a date for tomorrow night?”

“I think I can clear my schedule!”

“You’re such a DOOFUS!”

“Yeah, but you love me; c’mon over when you’re ready!”

“I do love you!”

“I Love you too! See ya tomorrow night! Shall I have my love-making equipment ready?”

“You better!”

She had considered telling him about Charlie Green right then, but decided face-to-face would be better. The next thought made her smile, “I’ll get naked…THEN tell him!”

Thirty minutes later she crawled into bed, and as she did Charlie’s words came flooding back to her, “When you lay your head down on the pillow tonight, you’ll start thinking about whether or not your pussy will be able to take the fucking that my cock can deliver!” The words were so clear that for a moment, she actually thought he was in the room speaking them.

“Oh my God!” she whispered to herself, “That mother-fucker is right, dammit!” Under the sheet she reached for her titties and squeezed them. The familiar erotic shiver lit her up, and of course her pussy responded to it! What WOULD it feel like to have that fucking monster dick slide into her hole? THAT thought made shudder!

When she awoke the next morning, it wasn’t even a minute and the same thought was still hanging there! Charlie had said, “Don’t obsess, you’ll get another chance!” She sat up on the edge of the bed; her mother was up already, so she wouldn’t hear when Paige said out loud, “No obsessing, you hear me, Brain?”

The shower felt great and she washed her hair. Blow-drying, make-up, check! What to wear for Ginny Steadman? She briefly considered going all in on business attire, but ultimately settled for her “Italian/Tuscany look” with slacks, stylish blouse, and best sandals.

The first house on the docket did not not have a security gate, Ginny Steadman didn’t specify. It was, however, two minutes from the McCullers and four minutes from the State Bank where Jack Steadman worked. When Paige pulled up in the driveway on the dot of 9:00, Ginny was already there.

“Hi there! You must be Ginny; I’m Paige!”

“Paige, so nice to meet you! It’s a beautiful day isn’t it?”

“It certainly is; I’m not sure it could be better! Thank you so much for choosing Hannigan Realty, I hope we can meet your expectations!”

“We’re off to a good start, Paige; I like the look of this house already! Right off the top, what are they asking almanbahis for it?”

“$310,000. I was here late last week and it seems like it’s in great shape; very well-maintained, and the landscaping is perfect! How do you like the location?”

“It’s in a great spot, that’s for sure! I like the curb appeal and I REALLY like the access. This driveway is perfect! We love to entertain and one could easily fit ten cars on this drive, if our two are in the garage!”

Because Ginny chose the word “entertain,” Paige’s mind flashed ahead to the swinger group that the Steadmans were certainly a part of. She took that moment to make an assessment of Ginny Steadman’s appearance. First off, the agent would have guessed her new client’s age somewhere in the late 40’s. She wasn’t dressed sharp like Sara McCullers always was, but she did look cute in her capri pants and collared but sleeveless blouse. Her shoulder length hair was black and it had dark blue highlights; vaguely reminding Paige of Marie’s hair; but today, Ginny had hers pulled back in a ponytail. Her eyes were dark brown and her figure was very nice. A closer look showed a pooch in her belly indicating childbirth, and her boobs were well-proportioned to her body, perhaps a “C” cup.

“Let’s take a walk around the outside of this house,” said Ginny, “I want to see the yard before we even go inside.” When they got there, she was a bit surprised, “Oh this is a great Patio, but there’s no pool!”

“Paige’s heart jumped into her throat, “Uh, Ginny, I don’t believe a swimming pool was on your list.”

“I’m pretty sure it was, Hmm…”

The redheaded agent set her briefcase on the patio wall and looked for the printed copy of the email, “No, I’m looking…a swimming pool isn’t mentioned,” she handed the paper to her client, “but, if it’s that important, we can go to my car and pull up some more listings?”

Ginny scanned the letter, “Oh bother, I plainly made a mistake! I really like this place too!”

“Let’s go inside and see what you think; then we can make a decision.”

Inside, the kitchen was fabulous, but the living room was smaller than she would have liked and the fireplace was dated. The master bedroom was fine, and its bathroom was very good; but the second bathroom was small and she didn’t like the tub/shower combination.

“How unfortunate; but let’s go see the other house, no sense getting too worked up over the first one we look at, right?”

The second house was four minutes farther down on the same road. The front of the house was basically the same as the other one. When Paige got out of her car she said, “Okay then, this house DOES have a pool! There’s a picture and it’s kidney shaped!”

They walked around back, the pool was a good size, but the patio was smaller as a result. “How do you like this yard, Ginny?”

“Not bad, I think it would be easier to expand the patio rather than build a pool. This one looks very nice!”

“Let’s go inside!”

Indoors, this house had been upgraded. But despite that, they couldn’t or didn’t change the second bathroom; and again, the second and third bedrooms were small.

“Are you making notations, Paige?”

“I am, and I’m getting the feel of what you’re looking for. Pardon me for saying it, but these two houses aren’t it! Is that good grammar?”

Ginny laughed, “No one can expect the perfect place to fall into our laps right out of the box! I remember you said there was a third house?”

“I don’t think we should even try it. The square footage is less than these first two.”

“Then I agree, let’s skip it and you go back to work and see what you can find. I’m kind of thirsty, Paige; what would you think if we go get a drink, go over these ideas together, then we try for another day this week?”

“That sounds wonderful! There’s a Chile’s about a mile from here on Main Street. We can sit at the bar and talk about the details.”

“I’ll meet you there!”

Being that it was 11:00 o’clock and they had just opened, Chile’s wasn’t crowded. Paige got a club soda and Ginny ordered a daiquiri. It didn’t take more than five minutes to edit the details of what the Steadmans wanted, and Paige put the paperwork back in her briefcase.

“I don’t have to be anywhere until after lunch; what about you?” her new client asked.

“Same, I thought we’d be busy looking at the third house; but this is nice, maybe I’ll get some lunch here ‘to go.'”

Ginny took another sip of her drink and swiveled her chair to face Paige more directly. “Now that we have the business side of things settled for the moment, may I ask you a personal question?” She put her drink down and folded her hands in front of her chin.

The redhead blushed; her pulse quickened; “Uh, sure! What is it?”

Her brunette client smiled at her above her hands, “I deliberately told you that we spent Sunday at the McCullers. Does that raise any questions in your mind?”

Paige blushed even redder, “Actually it does; Sara said that in her lifestyle, discretion was one of the first rules!”

Ginny almanbahis giriş Steadman laughed; it was genuine and warm. She had one of those laughs that Paige would have classified as “cute!” “I’ve known Sara for several years, and I can tell you she is totally committed to discreet. But, within our small circle of friends, she DOES love to tell stories!”

Paige giggled (but she was still blushing,) So I’m guessing she told you a story from Friday afternoon?”

“Oh yes! She told quite a ‘tale!'”

The redhead nodded, “And how detailed was this ‘tale?'”

“Let me put it this way, she was very explicit! You and your friend Marie were exceptional lovers as I understand it!”

That made Paige shiver, “I’m guessing that sharing adventures like that is one form of entertainment in the swing lifestyle?”

“It definitely is! If you like, I can share a story about a get-together we had six months ago.”

“Go ahead, I like stories!”

Ginny picked up her drink again, “Our group had rented a ski lodge up in Wisconsin for a weekend. One of those days it was snowing heavily; so late in the afternoon, we built a fire in the main room, mixed some drinks, and Connie Landon came up with the idea of sharing experiences. In this case it had to be a story about a group sex encounter each of us had before we ever thought about swinging.”

“Oh my! That sounds like it could make for a fun night!”

She laughed again, “For sure! I wouldn’t be telling you about it if that night turned out to be dull!”

“So, what happened?”

“That was one of those times where everyone was in the same room when the fun started! Those stories were such a turn-on, I was fanning myself right from the start!”

Paige shivered again, “Wow, I can imagine! Maybe Sara will use our Friday lunch date for one of those story times!”

“THAT was what I told her!” laughed Ginny, “at the very least, she could tell it at one of our ‘ladies only’ get-togethers!”

“You have ‘ladies only’ parties?”

“Once or twice a year, yes! The last one was a weekend get-away we had last year.”

“Oh my God, I bet a few good stories came out of that one too!”

Ginny’s eyes flashed at her, “Oh yes, quite often I’ll tell one of them to my husband when we’re alone. He goes crazy when I do!”

“My fiance probably would too! He’s already very accepting of my relationship with Marie.”

“Sara told me they invited you and Marie to one of our parties. Do you plan to attend?”

“I’m undecided at this point; I can’t see it happening very soon. Chad and I are getting married next month and there’s a lot of planning to do.”

“Understandable, does Chad know about our group?”

“Yes, we don’t keep secrets any more; we used to, but that was creating a lot of problems.”

Ginny nodded, “I get that for sure; I had an affair early in our marriage…with an ex-boyfriend. It almost split us up, but when we decided to share things honestly, that affair was the catalyst that led us into swinging. Our group is not huge; we rarely go to swing-clubs (although it has happened,) but this is small-town-America…we don’t advertise and we’re very selective on who joins the group. It’s been over a year since Adam and Jane Polecki joined us.”

“Adam and Jane? Really? Don’t they own the bakery just down the street from here?”

“That’s them! But remember, what we say here, stays here. At some point, your names will get around to them; but let THEM bring up the subject to you first, okay?”

“I don’t know the Poleckis very well, but we are on a first-name basis when I go into their store.” Paige looked at her watch, “Ginny, we could talk all afternoon, but I do need to go.”

“I do too. You do your thing with our new search parameters and give me a call when you’re ready.”

“Twenty-four to forty-eight hours should do it; I’ll make it priority one!”

The women got up to leave, “This is on me, Paige! Give my regards to your fiance, and I might add I’m looking forward to meeting him!”

Paige smiled, “You ladies are too much! I love it!”

When she got home at 4:30, she poked her head in the girls’ room to say hi, “Okay, this is a mess; let’s take twenty minutes together and get it cleaned up.” It took thirty! After that (out in the back yard,) Jimmy and Jamie were petting the neighbor’s dog through the fence. Paige spent ten minutes chatting with (older than Trudy) Gloria so the kids could play with her dog. Of course, THEN she had to fend off five more minutes of Jimmy bugging her to get a dog!

Back in the house, all four girls helped in the final preparations for supper; for some reason her mother had gone all out on this meal, pot roast! “What’s the occasion, Mom?”

“No occasion, I was feeling ambitious!”

“You’re going to spoil us!”

“Call the kids in from the yard, and wait til you see what’s for dessert!”

“Oh my God!”

When the incredible meal was over, Trudy took over the little ones, and Paige had some “mom/daughter time” with the girls. Actually, she almanbahis giriş wanted to grill Olivia on how she was doing with the “boys thing,” but she hoped she could be subtle about it. No such luck! During that conversation she must have heard “Oh Mom!” at least four times!

After reading to the two youngest for fifteen minutes, they got ready for bed and she finally headed out to the porch. Her mom was in the rocker. “So how did your day go? Bank account get any fatter?”

Paige snorted, “It wasn’t the best,” and she told her how expectations were not clearly communicated. While relating that story, her phone binged.

When she opened the message, her mom said, “Is that from Chad?”

Fibbing just a small white one, her daughter said, “Yes, he wants me to come over and discuss some options for the addition.”

Her mother looked at her over the top of her glasses, “Why doesn’t HE come over HERE?”

“It’s quieter over there.”

Trudy burst out laughing, “What do you take me for? A dingbat?”

Paige got up and kissed her on the cheek, “Never!”

Her mom said, “Oh, go on with you and have your fun!”

Walking up to the front door, it opened before she could knock. “I saw your car pull up, Babe; c’mon in. I’m gonna have a lime margarita, want one?”

“I’d love one!”

“Be right back.”

She went in and sat down on the sofa. The thought flashed across her mind that maybe it would surprise him if she stripped naked. “No,” she said to herself, “unwinding with a drink sounds better right now.” There had been a running dialog in her head all day about how to tell him about Charlie Green, but she had not settled on anything specific. “This shouldn’t be that hard,” she said to the empty room, “We’ve confessed three or four things already this month!”

Chad came back carrying the drinks and handed her one, “Did you say something?”

She switched into “fibbing mode,” “Yeah, I was thinking that it was a beautiful night. and it would be great to have these drinks on my porch!”

He smiled at her, “That WOULD be great; it won’t be long now!”

“I can’t wait!” Paige took a sip of her drink, “Mmm, this tastes awesome!”

“I got a new blender; it has an attachment for crushing ice,” he sipped his, “perfect!” They briefly went over the business parts of their day, and Paige told him about the bedroom set she found. “Why don’t you send me the link to that?” he asked, “but I’m sure your choice will be just fine!”

“Will do, but hey, I did have a conversation with Virginia Steadman today; she’s the one who was referred to me by the McCullers. We saw two houses (which didn’t work out,) but then we had drinks just before lunch. We got into a discussion about their swing group; very enlightening!”

“Who started it?”

“She did, they were with Jason and Sara on Sunday, and Sara told her about Marie and me.”

“What was her reaction to that?”

Paige looked at him like, “Duhh!” and she giggled, “How do you THINK she reacted?”

Chad chuckled, “Yeah, everyone would like to have been a fly-on-the-wall at that encounter!”

The redhead snuggled up closer to him, “Know what, Chad?”

“What?”

“I really REALLY love turning you on sometimes!”

“You do huh?”

“Yes, when you get aroused, this little look creeps into your eyes and I’m like ‘Whoops, there it is!’ Know what else?”

“No, what?”

“I’m guessing your big cock is stirring in your pants!”

He took another hit from his margarita and put the glass down, “Good guess!” then he leaned over and kissed her. It was a great “first kiss of the night!” Paige had to hold her glass away from them or it would have spilled for sure!

Thirty seconds later he leaned back, Paige said, “God, you really know how to make a girl feel wanted, my Love!”

“That was my ‘I’ll love you forever’ kiss,’ good, right?”

She put her drink down, “Exceptional, may I have another?” They made out for two more minutes. Paige’s pussy was creaming and she brushed her hand over Chad’s bulge and giggled into his mouth, “Mmm, yeah, I’m gonna want that big dick fucking me tonight; seems like it’s good to go!”

His eyes flashed at her, “I’m in a big-time pussy eating mood too; like maybe some face-sitting is in order!”

“You REALLY DO know just what to say!” He was about to kiss her again when she put her hand on his chest and stopped him. “But…before we do this, there is something I want to talk about.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, something else happened that you need to know; no secrets, right?”

Chad looked at her quizzically, “Right, Uhh…what is it?”

“I’ve been trying to think how to tell you all day; do you want me to beat around the bush first, or just tell you straight out?”

Chad chuckled, “What kind of question is that? Yeah, Paige, beat around the bush first…that’s what I want!”

Paige laughed, “Yeah, that does sound dumb, okay…here it is; I kinds/sorta had sex with a client yesterday!”

“You what?”

“You heard me,” she smiled, “he didn’t fuck me, but we did just about everything else!”

As best she could, Paige put a soft-pleading type expression on her face; it looked so ‘puppy-dog’ that Chad couldn’t help but smile. “This is pretty unreal,” he finally said, “Our lives were SO predictable two months ago, but NOW?”

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July’s midsummer heat stuck. It stuck to the blades of grass. It stuck to Sumire’s beige romper. It stuck to everything and anything like a sweltering bog. Sweat drenched her underarms as she set up her easel and foldable chair. Even at her elevated vantage point, the muggy draft painted her body with its salty sheen.

Wiping her brow, she gazed over the stacked rows of terraced rice paddies below, bristling with the vibrant orange glow of early evening. The sun cut through the low-riding mountains of the small valley as it descended while clear skies blanketed it in an ombre of hues as day transitioned to night. Other than drops clinging to the blades of grass, no evidence of the earlier storm remained.

Sumire had worried that the sudden downpour would cancel the reason she had hiked up the carved-out mountainside with all her painter’s gear. Not a sound other than the gentle breeze and the buzzing of cicadas and frogs could be heard. After a bated silence, echoes of rhythmic chanting broke through the thick haze. Sumire sighed with relief. The ceremony was going through just an hour delayed.

Sitting down, she adjusted her black leggings, an uncomfortable necessity in the unforgiving heat to protect against the mosquitos. Canvas set up, she lit a small mosquito coil, cracked open a cold beer from a cooler, and drank in the view.

Her mind drifted to an earlier time years ago of the ocean and the passion that uprooted her from the city to the small floating island town of Shōdoshima.

Flickering specks of orange and red began to dot the darkening paths as they weaved between the fields in a single file line. Fire and smoke cut through the stagnant air in a rising tide. Voices filled with young, old and everyone in-between rippled with waves of excitement.

A soft breeze rustled through the rice fields as balls of fire careened downhill like a hundred dancing fireflies to the melodic tambour of ‘Tomose… Tomose…’ one long, one short. Mothers and daughters, fathers and sons, siblings and lovers, two to a torch as they sang out, lighting the way.

Legend on the island had it that the purifying fire kindled up the mountain at the Shinto shrine warded off crop-eating pests. Laypeople of the small community transferred the blessed flames from the shrine above to Kasuga Shrine below. Sumire was certain most people didn’t believe in medieval folklore. In fact, it was common knowledge that Youka-me no Semi or Cicada of the Eighth Day’s bug send-off ceremony was revitalized by a popular 2010 movie of the same name, but it was breathtaking to watch nonetheless.

She smiled, knowing that within the parade of light, Eriko and her mother were there, bearing one of countless bamboo torches. Mother, daughter… and possibly another.

Sweat and smoke stuck to Sumire as she sipped her beer and put brush to canvas.

~~~

Earlier that March, the cherry tree in front of the Yoshimoto residence was in full bloom. Pastel flowers clustered like cotton candy hung effortlessly from the twisted branches of the old tree. From the second-story window, Eriko watched the wind blow the soft petals as they twirled lazily in the breeze before coming to a rest on the dirt driveway.

Most people her age had already married or worked or both, but instead, Eriko found herself at home taking care of her mother. Her father had passed away when she was too young to remember. She only knew that he planted the cherry tree when she was born. The overhanging branches framed the rustic house, mixing its soft scent with the salt-tinged air of the mountains.

A small white Kei truck puttered up the drive, sputtering gravel as it came to a stop. Eriko nervously ran her fingers through her short black hair, more so when only one person left the car.

Downstairs, the sliding door rattled open followed by the shuffling of shoes being tossed aside at the entrance before Sumire’s voice called out, “I’m home.”

Eriko slowly closed the paper shutter of the window, casting a shadow over her angled features. Her partner was home early. Too early. Taking a almanbahis deep breath, Eriko adjusted her striped shirt and headed down the stairs.

Sumire smiled, her robust figure hidden under a baggy pair of jean overalls, and held out a shopping bag. “I thought we could eat lunch together,” she said as she headed to the living room and took out two store-bought bento boxes. “I figured you’ve been through a lot lately, so why not relax and not worry about cooking for a while?”

“Where’s mom?”

“She’s getting her scans now.”

“And?”

“Still waiting. She’ll be an hour at the least.”

“Oh.” Eriko’s face dropped.

Resting her hands on her chin, Sumire gazed at Eriko. “Why couldn’t you take her?”

Eriko shook her head. “The hospital smells like death.”

“She’s your mother, Eri.”

“Well, she’s your mother too. Ever since we did the paperwork.”

“I was surprised how accepting she was– never would’ve guessed she was a big girl’s romance fan. She practically dumped her book collection on us when you brought me home.”

“Yeah, and who knew I’d fall in love with a city girl visiting as a tourist.”

“Art Festival. Thesis. Remember?” Sumire corrected her.

“Whatever. You’re stuck in the boonies now.”

“Stuck on you,” Sumire corrected her again, kissing Eriko gently on the lips.

Eriko shied away, eyes downcast. Her mood had been all over the place. The past year had been a whirlwind. She and Sumire had decided to marry but with no legal option, they did the next best thing– adult adoption. Eriko’s mother had been thrilled to add a daughter to her family, although she still hinted at wanting grandkids.

But that winter, things had gone downhill. Sumire’s job at the pottery studio down by the port had started making her work overtime, leaving less time for them. Shortly thereafter, her mother went for a routine checkup only to find she had stage three breast cancer instead. Eriko had quit her part-time job to chauffeur her mother around from appointment to appointment, some requiring they leave the island for hospitals with better cancer centers.

When the chemo and radiation therapy made her mother throw up, she was there to comfort her. When her mother lost her hair, she was there to make her feel beautiful. Her own fears of death and mortality were a burden she carried alone. Today’s scan was supposed to determine if the cancer had regressed or spread, and Eriko didn’t want to know the answer.

Lunch passed in silence.

“I should pick up mom soon,” Sumire said.

“It’s only a fifteen-minute drive to the hospital. Can’t you stay a little longer?”

Sumire wanted to stay, to hold Eriko in her arms, forget all the troubles of the world together, but some troubles had a way of staining everything like spilled ink. She felt the Eriko she knew and the Eriko in front of her now were two different people, the latter chipped away at with the stress of becoming a caretaker and the threat of losing her only parent too soon.

“I’m sorry, but I have to go.”

Eriko stood up and grabbed Sumire’s arm. For a moment neither of them breathed, eyes boring into each other.

“Wait.”

Sumire stopped.

“Who will come after us?” asked Eriko, “After mom dies and we’re alone and barren, do all our memories fade, disappear forever?”

“We’ll be like the cherry in front of the house. Our flowers will fall off and be replaced by new leaves until those shrivel and fall off too. But there will always be another Spring, another bloom,” Sumire sighed. “I know what you want, but I’m a woman, Eri. I can’t get you pregnant.”

Outside, green bush warblers chirped and chittered as they darted through the trees.

Eriko’s fingers gripped her partner’s arm tighter. “I just wish–“

“I know, honey, I know.” Feigning a smile, Sumire kissed Eriko’s cheek and brushed her hand away. “I need to go now, but we’ll figure it out together. I promise.”

~~~

By June, the two of them were cramped in the small Kei truck on their way to Kyoto. Eriko’s eyes were glued to the window almanbahis giriş as they passed through the urban tangle. The five-hour drive had drained her, but things were looking up. The cancer treatments had worked for now; her mother got to spend more time away from doctors; her hair had started to grow back only a little grayer than before.

Sumire steered the truck up Karasuma, a street running north to south along the city, the geography which had been burned in her mind from the years she spent studying art and design at Doshisha University. Clusters of multistory buildings all competed for space with no care for aesthetics as they traveled north, passing countless bikers, buses, and students the further up they went.

Large streets cut through the city like a grid-work of veins pumping the hustle and the bustle to the offshoots of tiny allies and hidden corners untouched by time within the modernized ancient capital. Despite being the ex-capital, to a true Kyotoite– which Sumire was not– Kyoto was the one and only, and the residents carried a great deal of pride. 

Eriko had never been to such a big city. The closest ones reachable by ferry to her small island were more like small seaside towns in comparison.

“Is it true what they say about Kyoto people?”

Sumire grinned. “Mostly, but they don’t bite. Promise.” She had always wanted to take Eriko to Kyoto, although sightseeing wasn’t their goal. This time around, they were there for business with an acquaintance from Sumire’s past.

After grinding their way through traffic and turning down another major road, they arrived at the Fresco, a monotonous slab of an apartment building that sat atop a grocery store of the same name. For a city known for its serene temples and gardens, barely any green outside the mountains hugging the city borders could be seen.

Sumire gave Eriko’s hand a reassuring squeeze as a large city bus rushed by. “Are you ready?”

“I think so.”

The grayscale sky of the rainy season made the yellow of Eriko’s blouse pop as they stepped through the glass doors.

“Fifth floor. Second door on the right.”

The two rode the stuffy elevator up and up. Eriko nervously fiddled with the ribbon lining her blouse while Sumire stood calmly beside her. The older building had a transient quality about it. No security. No buzzer. The thick walls muffled the comings and goings in a thick layer of concrete.

Sumire knocked on the door.

“Come in. Come in.”

A middle-aged man greeted them. Tall and wiry, he still had a full head of hair, giving him an ageless appearance.

“Been a while, Kimura,” said Sumire.

“Five years at least,” the man called Kimura replied before beckoning them inside. The two sat on seat cushions on the floor as their host poured three glasses of barley tea from the fridge. “Relax. Sumire’s told me all about you and your special circumstances.”

“Nice to finally meet you.” Eriko tilted her head forward in greeting while her chest tightened, knowing what they were going to ask of this virtual stranger, but Sumire’s reassuring gaze calmed her nerves.

Eriko felt the cold condensation from the glass trickle over her fingers as she took in her new surroundings. Eccentric and cozy. Bookshelves filled with biology and medical texts lined the walls. Fishtanks took up the rest. Tank after tank filled with a menagerie of fish from the barely visible to the highly flamboyant swam around their aquariums. Kimura caught Eriko staring.

“I used to teach biology, but quit when the stress and overtime got too much. The fish are my friends. They never lie, never judge, just live content in their own little ecosystems.” A serene look washed over Kimura’s face as he gazed at his zoo-worthy collection. Eriko thought this man bizarre, but then again, Sumire had been an art student.

“How do you two know each other?” Eriko asked.

Sumire’s face lit up, “We were both volunteering at a queer film festival. Those were the days. Lots of drinking when we weren’t busy putting things together. Kimura, almanbahis yeni giriş it turns out, does a lot. Temporary housing, patient advocacy, and, well, there was that one time with that international couple who wanted a baby…”

Kimura chimed in, “In short, one of the things I do is help organize sperm donations to couples who need it. Couples like you. I rarely do it, but your situation moved me,” he said. “I didn’t have enough time to secure a different donor, so it will be me. It’s all under the table– of course– but it’s safe, effective, and cheaper than ordering from a fully regulated sperm bank abroad.”

“This isn’t for making a profit,” he continued. “You only pay to cover the costs of STI and viability testing and for the materials I used to preserve the semen like the glycerol. I’ve got the receipts here so it’s all clear cut. If you want medical assistance, I have connections with a few clinics in Kyoto and Osaka that assist with that– also under the table– so insurance won’t cover it, and it can get expensive. Just know, the chances of failure are higher since we’re not using liquid nitrogen. Figured dry ice and alcohol was cheaper and easier for you two to upkeep so I’ve prepared more semen straws than usual.”

Kimura went to grab a large styrofoam box and set it beside the couple and noticed Eriko’s raised eyebrows. “Hey, if they can do it with cows, who’s to say it won’t work on humans. I taught biology for crying out loud.”

“Are you saying I’m a cow?” asked Eriko, flabbergasted.

“Look, if it makes you feel better, I have a child of my own. Conceived the same way. Just remember to read the instructions I’ve listed out for you and hold onto the copies of my medical records.”

Sumire went to fetch her wallet, but Kimura stopped her. “Wait. Before you do anything, I’ll need both of you to sign a contract relieving me of any responsibility in the event of conception. There are no regulations for sperm donation so hopefully, this gives both you and me peace of mind.”

Eriko looked at her partner. If it hadn’t been through Sumire, she would never have thought to get pregnant this way, but with a flick of a pen, their decision was final.

~~~

Home again. Windows shut. Heat from the pounding summer sun filled the bedroom.

“Are you ready?” Sumire asked.

Eriko leaned back on the futon and nodded, face flushed at what they were about to do. “Are you?”

“I hope so.”

Embracing each other as only lovers could, their bodies melded as one. Flesh against flesh. Every curve and crevice. Kisses, touches, and effervescence.

Eriko arched her back, her legs spread, the thawed straw inserted. And as they coaxed each other’s bodies towards bliss, one pressed into the other, they found it the most natural and beautiful thing in the world.

~~~

Eriko had bloomed over the past few weeks. Sumire thought she almost glowed.

Gazing down from the mountain top, Sumire painted the parade of fire before her. The last vestiges of light that had lit up the valley faded to a purple hue.

Sumire had been busy with the summer tourists visiting the pottery studio, but Eriko seemed much more content, even taking her mother to her bi-monthly scan without any of the despair that had clouded her large, dark eyes before. 

Eriko and her mother were there, and possibly a new life waiting to be born. The next generation.

Letting the bubbles in the beer she’d brought fizz over her tongue, she couldn’t shake what she had seen before she left. Stuck at home during the downpour, she was left alone, the other two already out to get a head start to the shrine. Large drops pelted against the ceramic roof tiles as Sumire waited out the bad weather.

On the table, there had been a slip of paper. A doctor’s note.

‘Metastasizing found in lungs and liver.

Stage IV breast cancer highly suspected.

Follow-up recommended. Treatment options to be discussed.’

Oranges and reds glided over the canvas as Sumire tried to push aside the weight building in her stomach. The chanting reached its crescendo as the flames flickered out one by one at the bottom of the mountain.

Taking another swig of beer, she closed her eyes and tried to imprint this moment deep in her mind. Better or for worse, they would survive this. All of this. As a family.

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Neighbourly… a mix of truth and fantasy.

Jean lives across the street from us, now a widow. Sadly, her husband took his own life a few years ago. I help out when I can with odd jobs inside her house and outside. Jean’s children live a few hours away with families of their own.

Jean is in her early 70s small framed and quite active, she likes to bike and hike with her group of girlfriends. I’m a bit younger than Jean mid 60s and also like to bike. My fitness level is a little higher than Jean’s and the routes I take are a bit too much for her. So we’ve never actually biked together. She has retained her cuteness but generally wears conservative loose fitting clothes around the home. Last week her daughter was visiting and came back from a ride similar to my mountain bike route. I introduced myself as she was getting off her bike and she said oh Pat from across the street, I’ve heard a lot about you. Thanks for being so helpful towards my mom. So we were chatting about each other’s rides and I suggested we head out for a ride together while she is still here. Oh that would be great she replied, how about tomorrow morning because I’m leaving in a few days. Perfect, we agreed to 8 am ok before the heat starts Jean’s daughter Lisa is in her mid-40s, divorced with children of her own. She is a bit taller and larger framed than her mom, but also quite fit. She shares her Mom’s cuteness.

I was looking forward to the ride. Generally I ride alone so having someone with me would make it a bit more fun I couldn’t wait to show her the route I usually ride. So we headed out the next morning stopping to chat along the way. She said her mom told her last night all about my wife’s passing and how tough that must be. Yah its definitely different. I lost my fishing and hiking buddy, we did many activities together and I miss that. But just the emptiness in the house sometimes. But your family has been through a lot too. It’s just life, we just need to push through the hard times and celebrate all the rest – like this bike ride. So true said Lisa. We biked a bit more, Lisa Nearly lost it on a tricky piece of downhill. Her bike just kind of toppled over when she was coming out of it. I cycled back, you okay I asked. She smiled yeah I’m fine. You told me that was going to be tricky but I got going a almanbahis little too fast. Here let me help you brush off I said as I will wiped the dirt from the back of her shirt and down towards her butt cheek. Oh, thanks Pat, with that kind of service I might just have to fall again intentionally. Oh, that would be fine with me Lisa I kind of smirked.

We finished the ride and on the way home I asked her if she wanted an ice coffee at my place. You mean like a date Pat or just coffee she laughed. Oh, I’m not sure. Just coffee I guess? I haven’t actually seen or dated anyone since my wife passed over a year ago. Not that I haven’t wanted to, just that I’m not really into the bar/dating scene and it hasn’t happened. Well then let’s call it a date then Pat, just to get you started she replied. Oh, ok great then Lisa.

Lisa told me over coffee that she was not seeing anyone and how it was a struggle to juggle kids, work and any kind of social life. I sympathized with her, also told her my life is much simpler. I’m an empty nester now and only pick up a bit of contract work when I’m bored. What about online dating, have you ever tried that – telling her I’m more curious for myself than her really. Oh, I’ve tried it as has my Mom, it’s been a disaster for both. In fact, at one point we began our phone calls with loser men stories she said laughing. You’d be wise to stay away from that Pat, too many people with lots of misinformation and baggage. You really have to decide what you are looking for – a soulmate life partner or something else she explained. Then she offered that she has hooked up with a few men just for the sex, not wanting more than that. I’m just not ready to take the big leap all over again considering how it failed miserably the first time Lisa said. Maybe that what I need Lisa, just some good hot sex I volunteered. Oh I’m sure it wouldn’t hurt Pat she replied reaching across and putting her hand on my arm. Thinking of anyone in particular she continued with a devilish smile. Oh am I ever Lisa, someone younger, divorced, fit and with no baggage. She got up and said let’s go jump in your shower.

We watched each other strip down while the water ran. My word Lisa you have a beautiful body I said gawking at her. Well you are looking pretty good for an old guy she said, almanbahis giriş reaching for my cock. I like how you have trimmed your hair and shaved your balls she said cupping them. Our washing each other had me more erect than I have been in years. Soapy hands sliding across chests, backs, legs, buttocks. Washing, caressing, fondling one another. She parted her legs slightly to allow my access. I let my fingers gently caress her, softly rubbing her joy button. She turned me around moving her hand to my ass, rimming and lightly penetrating. She started tonguing my ear. Take me right here in the shower Pat she whispered. Lisa turned around to face the wall, bending over. She reached behind and guided into her pussy. Her one hand supported her, the other moved to massage her clit. I pushed the head of my cock slowly deeper into her, then back. She pushed back in unison with my thrusts. My hands felt the softness of her breasts, tummy, back and hips. Slowly the lust and passion built. Dripping wet we slip across to the bed. She laid down onto her back and pulled me onto her. I easily slipped back into her. Much better I said, I want to see your face, feel your breasts on my chest. Good for me too Pat, you have such a great ass as she reached around holding my butt cheeks, pulling me into her. Just keep fucking me Pat, I’m getting close. With each stroke I ground into her swollen clitoris. She dug her nails into my ass. I was kissing her face, neck, shoulders. I began to moan. I’m cumming Lisa, cum with me. She pulled me in as deep as I would go and held me there. Don’t cum until I do Pat she instructed grinding my cock and pubic bone against her clit. Finally she began to gasp and buck. I exploded inside her as she released her grip on my ass. I rolled off her when I went soft and we faced each other, softly stroking. So what did you think of that Pat, Lisa said with a smile.

I almost don’t know where to begin. Never in 100 years did I think that I would have a bike ride that would end like this. I did not know if/when this day would come, if I’d be ready for it. And then to have it with you, so sexy and knowing what buttons to push. Just incredible. I hope it was ok for you, I don’t think I have quite the sexual energy and passion that you can quickly muster. Pat you were great, almanbahis yeni giriş just great. More than I expected frankly, but now I have a confession to make. As much as I enjoyed it, I looked at this as a test. Were you ready again for sex? What kind of lover would you be? Could you follow a women’s lead or were you just in it for yourself? My orgasm was real and it was intense…she trailed off.

OK, I think there is a BUT coming Lisa and let me just say, if this is the only time this happens with you that’s ok. I’m just so thankful that it happened and it was with you. I have not had that stiff an erection or cum as hard as I did in many years. Well good to hear you say that Pat but let me finish. Yes I guess there is a BUT, not like you think though. You see the test was to see what kind of lover you would be if you were to ever hook up with my Mom. She needs someone. We have talked about you and I know she would want you in the bedroom. When you come over to do odd jobs, she constantly tries to watch you without you knowing. She has told me that. But she fears rejection and like you was afraid to let her desire known. She too is on a rebound of sorts and not looking for a life partner but someone to lust for. She is a bit older than you but carry’s herself very well. And you are a trophy catch. I think you two would be perfect for each other, friends with benefits right across the street from one another. And when I come down for future visits, I’m sure we could create a few sparks ourselves…that’s if you and Mom would be ok with it. Lisa started softly touching my cock and cupping my balls as she said the last part. I know this is probably taking you by surprise and you don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to right now, just think about it.

Lisa, I am surprised but also very flattered. That you would want an old guy like me, that you think your Mom would want me. I don’t think I’m half the man you think I might be, but the more I think about it the more I don’t want to get into any type of serious relationship and if you think your Mom might be after the same “benefits” well that sounds interesting at worst and downright awesome at best. Now that was the best response that I could have hoped for Pat she said as she began to stroke my stiffening cock. She took it in her mouth and began to flick her tongue across the head. My cock grew to it’s full length and Lisa got on top of me, brought it to her pussy and began to ride me. How about you let me be the judge of whether you are just half a man Pat.

To be continued…

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Ashley Hutchens Was really enjoying the “good deal” she had made Jason Roberts. It has started as a means to an end. Then she had noticed this much older man’s performance. He was unlike any lover she’d had before. Next was his generosity. She’d gone from thrift goods clothing to designer labels worth more than her rent. The last, was that she was enjoying herself, and marveled at being able to trust Him, something she’d never experienced before. Maybe it was his age, maybe it was a combination of the age, but Ashley had shocked even herself recently when she had decided to show a portion of herself to this man. She’d often considered and fantasized a kinky lifestyle, and damned if she wasn’t on the way to it becoming a reality!

Jason Roberts smiled at the beauty beside him. The open air of the convertible Corvette prevented much conversation, but the way she let him fondle the inside of her thigh and smiled at him told him she was enjoying it. Jason knew that he was incredibly lucky man. The Good Deal had paid tremendous dividends. And when she sent him the pic of the paddle, he was honored to have been selected. He believed her when she told him that she wanted to try it, and as they slowed as they entered the town of Apalach, just before the bridge to St. Georgina/home, they were able to finally talk.

“Now pet, do you remember our rules?”

“Yes Sir, very well. I am to remain naked unless otherwise being provided clothing, and I am not to use furniture unless given permission. I can also say ‘WAIT, STOP, YELLOW LIGH or RED LIGHT’ at any time to make it all stop.”

“Very good pet, good. And you read your book?”

“Yes Sir. The ‘BDSM 101’ book was very interesting, especially as to the mental aspect. Sir, this is something I’ve been terribly curious about for the longest time, and that mental part is what I want very much to explore.”

“And explore it we will, pet. Since we have been spending time together for almost two months now, we definitely know each other’s bodies quite well, so I know you are comfortable there. So I think that when we get there we are going to start off with more than just this collar and leash.” As Jason said this, he gave the little leather choker and pet leash a tug, making his pet smile.

“I haven’t been spanked since I was seven years old.”

“Well, I suspect it’s probably been way too long, then,” Jason said. “Don’t you?”

She didn’t reply, but she did smile. In her mind, Ashley Hutchens returned to that last spanking her daddy had given her she was in second grade. She remembered how she squirmed as she was positioned over his lap and spanked. She thought….then almanbahis pushed it of her mind.

The crossed onto the island in silence. In her mind, Ashley steadied herself. The home was in a gorgeous gated community. As expected of a successful lawyer, it was beachfront, complete with a pool and damn if the place didn’t have an elevator too. Ashley almost hit the “1” button in the elevator to return her to the ground floor of the gorgeous house and get herself out of this situation, but at that moment, she realized that her Sir was right. She needed this. And more than that, she wanted this. The idea of surrendering to a man to be punished over his knee made her wet. She stepped out of the elevator as he turned and allowed herself to be led thru the gorgeous, open, and light home. He stopped her at a couch that overlooked the gulf through huge windows. It was late afternoon and the scene was beautiful and serene.

Sir…” she said in a timid voice, “What do I do?” she asked.

“For starters, you probably want to take off those pretty clothes I bought you. We don’t want it getting wrinkled through all this, do we?”

Ashley took another deep breath, and then looked down at her feet. Slowly, she reached behind and undid the hooks behind her neck and back. She pulled the shirt over her head and removed her short-shorts, revealing a lacy black pair of panties and a matching bra. Jason stared for a moment, appreciating the view before him. She was embarrassed to be exposed like this to him, and he liked that level of power. But now, knowing that she was going to be spanked by him, Ashley shivered as the pace of her heartbeat quickened a bit. She folded her clothing and placed it over the side arm of the couch, mostly to keep her busy, and to keep her from focusing on the fact that she was now only in her underwear, and that she was about to be spanked like she was a little girl again. At this moment though, she knew that she very much wanted to be spanked, with a spanking hard enough that it would help push her into deep submission.

“Come here,” he commanded. Almost as if someone else were controlling her, Ashley felt her foot picking itself up and setting itself down, followed by the other doing the same. It was as if she were helplessly watching herself step over to Jason. “Go ahead and remove your bra,” he said.

“Wait,” she begged softly. “I-I-I…”

“Yes,” he commanded. “You can do this pet, and you will. Now step over here, pet. Good girl….”

At the sound of his calm voice, Ashley felt herself doing at his command, and the bra fell to the floor. She knew she had to do this. She didn’t know why. almanbahis yeni giriş But she had to do it. If she didn’t do it now, she would forever wonder what this would have been like. Her nipples immediately reacted to both the temperature and the anticipation of what she thought was about to happen to her.

Jason slightly parted his legs and took the now nearly naked Ashley by the arm. “I’m going to bend you over my knee,” he said. “I want you to stand between my legs.” She allowed him to guide her into position and then bend her over his left leg, while his right leg held her legs in place as she was bent over.

“That’s good pet, good…” Jason cooed. “We can stop right now. I’ll only do this if you want to.” She immediately stood up and stepped out away from Jason. After she stood for a moment, staring at Him, she felt a wave of warmth, a wave of trust. He looked into her eyes and barely nodded, and she stepped back into place between his legs and allowed him to help position her again.

Ashley suddenly gasped as he placed his hand on the small of her back to balance her and help support her in position, with her elbows on a low ottoman. Her hips were higher than her head, and she was facing then water. The sun was hanging low and the sight was beautiful and serene.” “Ashley did not say another word, but she nodded and stared down at the floor below her. She felt her arousal increase as he raised his arm into the air and brought it down quickly. The force of the first swat was unexpected and she gasped aloud. His arm went into the air again and came down on her backside a second time. And a third. A fourth time he struck her, and she called out. Not just from the pain, but from the erotic exhilaration she suddenly felt. Her Sir was right, it did hurt. It wasn’t unbearable but it was…oddly….pleasant. He kept his hand on the small of her back as he delivered more strikes in succession. Then, not as rapidly as before, he drew out the intervals between the last four swats.

At last, Jason Roberts spoke. “The point is not to hurt you, even though there is some hurt associated with it. The point is for you to surrender. Fully”.

“I get it,” she said. “I really do. And I really need to be spanked.” Without a word, Jason tugged at the elastic band of her black panties and pulled them away, offering a bare bottom to him for spanking. Ashley turned her head to try to face Jason. “I’m not…” she said, directing her voice behind her towards Jason. But she didn’t say anything more, and after a moment, again turned her head towards the floor and waited. Jason began again. This time, flesh made contact almanbahis giriş with flesh and it stung. A second, third, and fourth blow and the sting became more intense. After the fifth strike, she let out an audible shriek. The pain of the sting was bad, but her conscience also reminded her that she desperately needed this. She needed this more than she had ever been aware. After a bit more, Ashley noticed that the stinging sensation was replaced by a numbing feeling. At that, a great stirring in her belly began.

There was still some pain whenever Jason’s hand made contact with her bottom, but there was also, much to Ashley’s disbelief, an increasing element of pleasure too. She stopped counting the swats and lost herself in the new feelings she was experiencing. Ashley Hutchens didn’t even realize that he had stopped swatting her and was now massaging her pussy instead. He seemed to know exactly what she was feeling, and he seemed to know exactly what to do. In just a few moments, there was a huge sensation like the waves in front of her, and she moaned loudly and squirmed as she came, releasing everything that had been pent up in her. She lay still across his lap, panting hard and not moving, not believing what a powerful experience she had just had. “Can I just lie here for a minute or two?” she asked.

“Yes. For as long as you’d like,” Jason responded. Seeing this incredible creature bend to his will was an incredible feeling, something he had not had in many, many years. He waited until her breathing returned to normal. Then she sighed and stood up. “Jason,” she began, “that was incredible. How did you know I needed that?” He smiled that little wicked smile of his, the one that no one at the office ever saw, and replied. “Just a hunch.”

Ashley then said “When I was across your lap, I felt your cock pressed up against me. It was really hard. Did it turn you on to spank me?” Ashley asked. She smiled as he was momentarily speechless. Ashley Hutchens didn’t need nor wait for a response. She kissed her Lover hard, and as she did so, she unzipped and removed his trousers. Pulling that fact cock out of his boxers that she loved so much, she said “Thank you my Sir, You have given me something I have so wanted. Now let me give something to you.” With that, she threw a leg over and mounted her Sir, enjoying every bit of the big, fat cock invading and stretching her. She had thought that maybe they could do this for a bit, then some reverse cowgirl, but the time spent learning to work her kegels and the sensation of the moment caught up to her, and presently she felt his fill her womb with glorious spurt after spurt of hot cum.

“That was amazing,” he told her.

“So was my spanking that you gave me,” she said.

“So you’re good to me opening your eyes then?” her Sir asked

“Yes Sir, I am,” she replied, then added “This is a good deal indeed Sir, A GOOD Deal indeed.”

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“Bend over, pull up your skirt.”

After 25 years of marriage it’s hard to figure out the erotic. Even if you still like each other.

When Sharon and I started dating everything seemed to be on the table. Pretty much anything I asked, she tried.

I loved getting her totally naked, just looking at her.

“Why do you like this so much? I don’t know what you want me to do.”

“I’m a guy, I like naked. And I particularly like you naked.” She’d shrug and stand there –not with a particularly sexy stance– while I jerked off, with a somewhat bemused look. That was OK with me. I loved her slightly droopy big breasts, her wide, round derriere, and her thick patch of bush between her legs. Perfect, live, sexy wanking fodder. Yes, eventually she’d lie down next to me and I’d make her come to before we did the old PIV.

Leaning her over the couch arm, I’ll tug down her pants, feeling and licking her ass. She’d bleat a little, or maybe moan a half hearted, reluctant “no” while trying to cover up, but in the end I’d get a dab in.

Once, on a weekend away, we stopped for lunch at a diner. Afterwards, before we drove out of the parking lot, I said we ought to fuck.

“Here?! Where? We can’t exactly get naked in the back of the car.”

“You’re wearing a skirt. Slide onto my lap.”

“No! No way,” she cried. “People will see!”

“They will not, your skirt will cover us up. Now get over here and let me get empty this hard on inside of you.”

Like I say, ultimately back then Sharon was game. She hesitantly scrambled over, facing the windshield and getting tangled up in the steering wheel. I reached up her loose dress, moved her panties aside and slipped it in and started feeling her up. She was slow, unsure at first, but boy was her cooch tight. And wet. Super wet. Let me tell you, she came as hard as she ever came, and all these years later, she’ll still blurt out every once in a while “Remember that time we did it in the car?” That usually meant that she was ready to romp that minute. Not that I could ever get her to do it in the car again.

The really surprising thing to me was that she didn’t seem to mind that I was into porn, unlike every other woman I’d dated.

“We all have our dark sides Ronnie.” I’m not sure what she thought was dark about my jerking it to naked women fucking their hearts out, but to each her own.

So I’d messenger over a book of dirty illustrations from the middle ages or something (softer than I got off too, but just right for her delicate, feminist sensibilties), and that night we’d have a wonderful array of sexing in every position she could think of, and then some. Sharon didn’t like my admiration of naked photography so much over the years, but her initial openness was a good signal to me about who we could be together.

During our enduring marriage, we’d already tried most of the things that turn us both on and we’d already settled the issues of what didn’t really work for one or the other of us. We risked the rejection of telling each other (some of) our fantasies and come hard to the ones that had been accepted. We fucked like bunnies before kids, and now that they’re out of the house and have all the privacy in the world we’re a little too tired and depleted to be the acrobats you used to be.

But, we still love each other and totally want the joys of sexy coupling. What to do?

In my case, I was determined to move past the past. No doubt I was more randy than my wife, who was always struggling to get past the inhibitions instilled by a trying childhood. She could be good, giving and game whenever I asked for something, but I was just as sensitive when she felt she couldn’t comply with a kinky request. Maybe too sensitive to her hesitations. But I was committed to restarting our libidos.

During our last talk about our stilted sex life Sharon and I agreed something had to be done. We wanted the same things –to be loved, coveted, aroused, and fucked– and new we’d have to work on a plan. We tentatively agreed we needed to schedule things–that sounded oh so not sexy, but it worked out well in the end– and Sharon came to terms that she would be more open to some new things, even if she had to drink a little wine occasionally to get there. And so it began.

What did I want? You mean, besides everything? Well almost. Most of my requests were run of the mill kinks. I would have liked it if she had a almanbahis crazy request here and there, but I was resigned to that not happening and that I’d have to be the first mover. OK, but how was she going to react after being so vanilla all these years? I decided it was up to me to make sure she didn’t have a chance to back out. It was that simple.

At first, we took it easy. She loved her skin being rubbed so a back massage often became a prelude to the main event. For our “dates” I tried to mix it up. Sometimes, we’d make out in the living room and lose our clothes on the way to bed. Or, I’d insist that she get naked for me and start rubbing her pussy while I watched. She was super shy about it, but slowly she got comfortable coming in front of me rather than beside me.

All good, our engines were getting back up to speed. It was time for the next level.

“Why do you want me to do that?”

I’d just asked Sharon to bend over.

“I like your ass, I want to see it.”

“You know too well that it’s big and fat. And my granny pants make it look even bigger.”

“Do it Sharon, turn around hike up your skirt.” She played along. “Nice. Now, down with your pants. Slowly. Bend over. ”

“Ronnie! It’s embarrassing,” she said.

“You have such a nice crack, you don’t need to be ashamed of it. I want to see it.” She started to wrench them down.

“See, it’s a beautiful crack.”

“Don’t say that!” She started pulling them up. “Stop it!”

“You stop! I’m going to look at your ass as long as I want, and then I’m going to fuck your furry pussy -hard!– from behind.”

“Don’t. That’s dirty.”

“Your hairy, fuzzy pussy? That’s dirty? Not to me. It’s sexy.”

“You’re terrible.”

“Stand still missy. Let me luxuriate in your terrible, naked buns.”

Sharon froze, with half her rear end uncovered, her tail sticking out as lasciviously as an uptight woman could. But I think I spotted her cheeks starting to quiver just a little bit.

“Do you know I can smell your sex from here?” A low moan told me she could sniff it too. “You like that, don’t you? I can smell how much… You love that I’m going to plow into you when you can’t see me? That my dick is hard just looking at your trembling ass?” I moved toward her and loudly unzipped my pants, exposing my erection. “Spread your ass for me baby.”

“Oh God. Please Ronnie. Just stick it in and fuck me. I’ll like that, I’ll spread my cunt lips wide open and you can fuck me really deep.”

My inhaling of her sex scent was loud enough that she quitely moaned “stop” again. But she opened even more and pushed that ass back against me.

“Please, fuck me. Deeper. Ohhhh.” She was really shoving back, almost losing balance. “You can look at my crack all you want if you’ll just fuck my smelly pussy even harder. I like your hard dick in my cunt so much. Harder!” Her pussy was seeping. “I can feel you cock up to my throat, oh God, it feels so big. Make me cum Ronnie! Shoot your sticky cum up inside me!! Fuck my fucking fucked cunt!!”

Her whole body started quaking, almost uncontrollably. Her cries were ear splitting, she came and came and came again, and when I was done our juices were running down her legs. She was smiling as she rubbed them into her skin.

I told you we both wanted it.

…

Over the weeks we kept up our sex dates with increasing enthusiasm from both of us. Sometimes it was just a leisurely lay, but thanks to Sharon’s ability to orgasm over and over again, we could ramp things up to a progressively wetter and louder finish, with both our screams echoing everywhere at once, soaking our sheets through and through.

But, I wanted more.

Sharon was a bit more dubious (that pesky childhood), even though she recognized the benefits. Now that we’d settled into a groove –or maybe I’d settled into *her* groove, as it were (ouch!)– I became resolute about going further.

After a few weeks Sharon had started getting used to my “bend over, show me your tush” routine. Maybe she was even getting to like it? When our sexy time came, without asking she’d put herself in position and lift her skirts or push down her sexy, high waisted Mom jeans. One time, I figured I’d try and up the ante.

“What are you waiting for?” Her underpants were down around her knees, her butt was starting to shake, and her sex fragrances were wafting up. almanbahis giriş “Aren’t you hard yet?” She was impatient to get to the next round.

“Put your hands on your cheeks.” She did. “Open them, slowly, let me look in there.”

“Please don’t.” She let go. “I don’t want you to look.”

“Sharon!” I walked over to her.

“Ronnie! Can’t you just put it in? You don’t have to look at my butt hole to do that.” But she slowly opened up. “Stop!! What are you doing?! Don’t!”

I was gently running my finger up and down over her starfish.

“Why are you doing that? It feels funny. Please don’t touch me there!” She was getting all worked up.

Now I was lightly licking it. She almost jumped out of the way. “Cut it out!”

I grabbed onto her hips and held her tightly. “I’m going to hold on and keep licking until you calm down.” I reached around and touched her clit. “Your cunt is sopping. You like it more than you’re saying.”

“I do not! I don’t care how wet I am, I do not like your near my back door, you know that. I want you to st… Ow! Get out of there, I don’t like that! You know I don’t like that!!”

Like a lot of people, Sharon had a thing –not a good thing– about asses. I’d tried, but never gotten her to poke around mine. And it was always clear she didn’t want me anywhere near her asshole.

“Out, not in,” she’d say.

Now, the wet tip of my finger was rubbing around her ass, at the same time I put two others up front.

“But you like this, don’t you?” A nice whimper came out. “You like me massaging your pussy like this.” Her groan came from deep in her throat. “You’re leaking buckets. Doesn’t it feel good to have my fingers filling you up? All over?”

Neither of us could tell if she was shaking her head no or nodding it yes while I went deeper in both places.

“I’m going to keep rubbing you inside, verrrrryyyy sloooowwly,” I was moving in and out of both her holes, “verrrrryyyy sloooowwly, until you can’t stand it anymore and your whole body starts…”

All of a sudden her whole body slowly convulsed, her sounds were almost out of hearing range.

“Eeeeeeeiiiiiiiii. OHHHHHH, ohhhhh ohmygodRonnie! OhhhhhhHHHHH!!”

Soon we were both naked and and pounding each other like there was no tomorrow. I shot so hard I thought it was going to come out her mouth, her ears, and her ass.

“I don’t know what happened, I came so much today,” she whispered when we were coming down from our fuck fest. “I never, ever wanted you near my ass but when you started licking it…” she trailed off.

“You tasted so good.”

“I don’t want to hear that, knock it off,” she whined. “It felt nice… No. No no no no.” She didn’t know what to do.

“You were so tight back there. You almost broke off my finger.”

“I did not! No.”

“You liked me in your ass, I could feel it squeezing and squeezing when you came.”

“Please don’t. I’m… I don’t know, it’s humiliating.”

“But you came so many times.”

“It’s because I like your cock fucking me, like I always do.”

“It’s because you liked my finger up your bum, it turned you on. Maybe next time…”

“Out, not in,” she said, but without much conviction.

“Sure, whatever you say.” Until the next time.

…

And so it went with our dates. More sex, better sex, better loving. More fun all in all. I had a few more places I wanted to go, but I was getting more confident we’d get there in time.

Even Sharon was getting into things more and starting to ask me for things that would turn her on. She particularly liked it when I licked her nipples, so much that she could have a rockin’ orgasm just from that tonguing. Which eventually led to…

“Ronnie?” Sharon was riding me slowly, dragging herself up and down over my cock, working both of us up, her breasts dangling in my face (“why do they have to be so big, like udders?”). She bent down and murmured in my ear.

“Ronnie? You know how you like it when I shake my tits in your face?” I mumbled yes. “I like that so much, I love turning you on with my tits.”

“Ronnie?” she started again, a little nervously. “Can you please take both my nipples, um, in your mouth, and when I start to shake them, just bite down? Gently? Really gently. But, bite both my nips when I’m shaking them?”

I would love it. I did, and she did. She started shaking almanbahis yeni giriş them, I bit down –tenderly, like she asked– and the more she shook, the tighter I held, and as she jiggled her boobs her whole body started spasming uncontrollably.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God! Fuck fuck fuckfuck, I’m coming Ronnie!! I’m coming from my tits, I’m coming from my nipples, I love you chewing on my tits, I’m coming I’m coming!!”

Her orgasm took over her whole body and her pussy started squirting all over the both of us.

“Oh my God!” she said after she came down. “You almost bit my nipples off!”

“I’m so sorry baby.” The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her.

“Oh my God no! It was amazing,” she said as she was rubbing her juices all over the both of us. “Here, bite them –gently, now– again.”

…

“Ronnie?” A few weeks later, Sharon was looking at me tentatively. “Ronnie, I did something bad.”

What was she talking about?

“I, uh, I spent too much money on this new dress.” She spun around like we were in a Doris Day movie or something.

“That’s OK baby. Whatever. You look great in it.”

“Really? I knew you’d like it. It’s big, with easy access.” She winked at me. “No really, it was too much. I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Sharon, baby, it’s all right.”

“No, you have to help me.”

Did it need to be unzipped or something?

“You need to help me stop doing such bad things.” She paused, kind of looking down at the floor. “I need to be punished.”

What was she talking about?

“Please.”

“Please what Sharon? So you won’t buy another dress for a while. This one looks really pretty.”

She turned around, stuck her butt out, and raised the flouncy skirt to her waist, and bent over a little. “Take my underpants down, please.”

That was a first, but of course, I complied. As far as I’m concerned, any Sharon ass was good Sharon ass.

“I want you to teach me a lesson so I’ll never be bad again.” I was completely confused. “Spank me, spank my ass.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Make my bare ass really feel it, make it sting. I was bad. Isn’t that what happens to a bad girl?” she whined. “Spank me!”

Sharon had been liking our ass play more and more. Her pussy gushed when I fingered her back there, she liked me rubbing it, squeezing it, opening it wide when she was on top. Even her clothes –like this dress– were flaunting it more. And gone were the granny pants, now she wore those high waisted, stretchy things that really exposed her globes, no matter what she was wearing. They made her ass look totally brazen. A real change from “it’s too fat, it’s too big, don’t look at it.” Though she still played like it mortified her that it jiggled when she walked and I whistled. But this was a whole other level.

“Come on baby. Please Ronnie?” Sharon had never been a beggar before. “I’m getting wet just waiting for it. It’ll make me fuck you really good, I promise. Please spank my ass!” She stuck it out for me again.

So I did. I whacked her across her cheeks.

“Ow. Do it again. Oww! Again! Owww! Do it again!”

She was really getting into it. And was I getting hard from it? What was going on?

“I like it when you smack my poor little heinie. Punish my big behind some more! Make it hard for me to sit down! Owww! Again!” She was really liking this. “Touch my cunt, finger fuck my pussy Ronnie. See how wet it is? See what happens when I’m bad?”

She was right, she was totally gushing.

“Fuck me now. Fuck me with my new, expensive dress on. I’m all bent over for you the way you like it, aren’t I? I’m showing you my big old tushie the way you always want it.”

I was so hard it hurt. My penis slid in like… yeah, it slid in like it was melted butter in there.

“Your cock feels so good! Slap my ass again, fuck me, spank me, make me howl!! Ooooooowwwwyyeeeessssss!!”

I kept walloping her rear while I was crashing into her backside, and before you know it I was coming, she was coming for what must have been the fifth time. Her rear end was almost purple and she was laughing, crying, screeching.

“Oh Ronnie, you made my ass feel so good. I was so bad.”

“Maybe next time I can fuck you there.” I figured I’d try.

“I like you smacking it, I don’t want you fucking it.”

“Come on, you’ll love it.”

“You can fuck my pussy, bite my tits. You can stare at my ass all you want, and hit it till I shout. But you will not, you cannot, bugger my asshole, no matter how much you cry.”

“I know you’ll give in eventually.”

“Out. Not in.”

Yeah, that’s what she says now.

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You are wearing your flowing white sun dress and walking barefoot on the white sand beach…

There is no one else around… as I approach, I see your womanly figure walking towards me… you are lost in thought and haven’t yet recognized me… your lovely smile appears at the instant you realize that it is me…

As we reach each other, embrace, and kiss, I notice that your white dress is quite translucent and the white bathing suit that you have underneath accents your figure in a most flattering way!

Nearby, there is a waterfall that tumbles from the hillside and creates a nice pool… from the pool flows a small stream that flows across the beach and into the ocean… what a lovely romantic place!

You kiss me again – more passionately this time… your big smile tell me that you enjoy our kisses very much!

After a few minutes of kissing and talking, we begin walking together through the warm white sand towards the waterfall…

The sound of the falling water gets louder as we get closer… we are holding hands and stopping once in a while to kiss… the day is perfect…

The almost-invisible trail ends at the beautiful pool below the waterfall… there is no one else anywhere to be seen…

“Oh, Rory – it’s just you and I and no one else around!” you whisper as we hold each other close…

“I’m a bit warm from walking – let’s go into the water…” you say with that special smile that lets me know you are up to something…

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As we kiss, my fingers playfully move the straps of your sun dress off your shoulders… you take a half-step back and let it drop to the sand… I look down and can’t help but notice that your white bikini compliments your smooth, tanned skin so well! your hair moves seductively in the gentle breeze…

We stand there together on a flat rock overlooking the water and you decide that you want to jump off, so we hold hands and jump… SPLASH!!

As we come up to the surface, you kiss me while treading water… then you notice that there is a small hidden pool behind the waterfall and challenge me to a race… we playfully swim behind the waterfall and stand up in the water to kiss again…

You press your body against my bare chest as we kiss… I put my hands on your hips and pull you against me…

We are in the warm water up to our waists now… you put your hands behind me and feel my rear, pressing me against you even more firmly… your hips begin to move as you rub yourself against the growing bulge in the front of my shorts…

As I kiss your neck, my hands move up to undo your bikini top… you close your eyes, tilt your head back, and smile – giving me permission… after removing your top, I look down at your beautiful breasts… your nipples are already fully aroused from the water…

You close almanbahis yeni giriş your eyes in pleasure as I bend down to kiss one nipple, then the other… then you open your eyes again and watch me – smiling… saying nothing…

As our lips meet again, you run your fingers gently down the center of my back to the waistband of my shorts and begin to pull them down very slowly… I help you to take them off, and you playfully toss them up onto the shore… you take my cock in your hand beneath the water, and begin to tease it – feeling it grow for you…

We kiss passionately again… you press your bare breasts against my chest – feeling the warmth, the wetness, the heat… I whisper softly… “Oh, lover – I want you so much right now…”

You step out of your bikini bottom and toss it onto the shore near my shorts… we are naked together again at last! you wrap your fingers around my cock, place it between your legs, and rub the tip of it against your clit…

After a couple minutes of this, you hop up in the water, put your arms around my neck, and wrap your smooth legs around my waist… my fully-aroused cock is right at the very entrance of your pussy now…

Reaching behind you, your hand moves in tiny circles as you rub the very tip of my cock against your clit and then slowly, slowly guide me inside of you… you are so wet, yet so tight! I can feel every inch of your pussy gripping me as you slowly take more and more of my big cock inside you… deeper… deeper… deeper! almanbahis giriş

We are making love in the water now… you cover my face with kisses, and then put your tongue into my mouth as you ride up and down… up and down… up and down!

Your breathing is getting heavier now… I can tell you are getting close to having an orgasm… so am I… the water surrounds us and makes us feel light as we move with each other… kissing… touching… feeling…

The warm summer sun shines on our naked bodies…

Now you playfully spread your legs wide, and I quickly push as deep inside of you as I can – your pussy feels so wonderful!!

As I stroke in and out, your pussy muscles tighten, then relax – riding the whole length of my cock… our nipples brush together with every thrust… your tightness and wetness are bringing me closer and closer – my hardness is filling you completely… oh, lover!! mmmmmmm!!

Suddenly, you tip your head back and moan loudly… your orgasm is a very strong one… this is what I’ve been waiting for – I can’t hold back any longer and erupt deep inside of your pussy… as you feel the first warm spurt of my cum, your hungry lips find mine and we kiss as we continue to cum together… the water flows around us – making us one…

Afterwards, we relax in the water, and just smile at each other… “Oh, Rory! making love with you is even better than I remembered!” you whisper breathlessly…

I put my hands on your cheeks, look deep into your eyes, and reply… “thank you for being my lover… you are a beautiful woman in every way!”

The sound of falling water fills our ears – it’s the sound of complete satisfaction…

The summer sun shines, the white sand sparkles, the water flows…

We kiss again for the longest time…

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We’re undressing for bed. I’m already completely naked and my woman’s down to her white bra, tan tights and white patterned panties showing through her tights. She has her back to me. I’d sensed she was in the mood all evening — it’s time to find out!

My exploring hand starts on her nylon clad bottom fondling her curves. She purrs! My hands slide up to the smooth warm bare skin of her hips above her tights and in a single movement I pull her tights and panties down round her thighs, just below her bottom. My hands explore her soft round bum cheeks and the tops of her naked thighs. I tickle her with a finger along the valley between her bum cheeks. Still from behind I unclip her bra and let it drop. I fondle her breasts from behind, catching her nipples with my fingers the way that excites her.

She turns and I cup my hand over the furry bulge of her sex mound between her legs. Her mound is just the right size for my hand, as if it was made just for me! Through her coarse pubic hair I feel her vagina slit. I slip my fingertip in between her labia and begin to stroke her slit near the top where her sensitive clitoris lies. She gasps with the sudden pleasure!

Her hand goes down and begins to play with my penis and balls. My penis is half erect sticking straight out in front of me. She strokes my penis between her index finger and middle finger, catching that sensitive spot on the underside of the ridge where my penis head meets my shaft. She knows I like that! My penis begins to stiffen.

She detaches herself from me, sits on the bed and slips off her tights and panties. I like watching her do that. My eyes involuntarily lock onto her brown cunt hair between her legs. While she sits there nude I stand next to her fondling her breasts and running my fingers through her hair and over almanbahis her shoulders, aiming my stiffly swinging penis at her. My penis brushes against her breasts and she strokes my shaft, balls and the inside tops of my thighs, getting me fully erect.

She falls backwards onto our bed. I join her on the bed and we’re together, kissing, with my hands exploring her breasts, legs, bottom and between her legs. She wraps her leg round mine and rubs her leg against mine the way she knows I like. I glance in the wall mirror. Its erotic seeing us together, like a good porn picture. After a few minutes of kissing, fondling and romping she rolls onto her back. Her big heavy breasts flop sideways and she spreads her legs wide so her naked body’s almost T shaped, pulling her vagina open. I know exactly what my woman wants!

My hand starts on her breasts and slides slowly down her front, across her navel and down till my hand cups over her mound. She likes me to put my hand there! She moans, squirms and nuzzles her mound into my cupped hand as I massage her pussy. I begin working her toward orgasm, stroking her by now juice wetted vagina lips up and down with my finger tips. Her gasps tell me I’ve hit the right spot! At the same time I kiss her breasts and lick my tongue across her nipples — she likes that! From time to time I ease off working her pussy, and stroke her spread thighs or run my hand up her naked body to play with her breasts. All the time my erect penis is brushing against her thigh.

“Go to my clitoris!” she gasps, spreading her legs wider.

I can tell she’s getting excited without her telling me! I move my fingertip to the little hard juice lubed peak of her clit near the top of her vagina. I begin stroking it and running my fingertip in a circle round it. She trembles and almanbahis giriş moans softly.

“It’s rising!” she gasps after a few minutes.

I keep circling her clit. Moments later she lets out that high pitched cry — her orgasm cry is the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard! Her whole body judders, her hips thrust, and her head beats against the pillow as she squirms in her orgasm pleasure. Then she lays back, panting. I hold my hand cupped over her mound, the way she likes me to do after I’ve finger fucked her to a climax. Her cunt hair is wet with her juice. She’s hot and ready!

‘Come in!” she cries out, trying to pull me on top of her.

I move so I’m kneeling between her spread legs, with her gaping fur-ringed vagina and her big round breasts in front of me. She’s impatient! She reaches down to tickle my balls and cock. But I take my time. I want my cock at the peak of iron hard erection! I wrap my finger and thumb round my shaft and gently stroke up and down across the base ridge of my penis head, as if I’m going to masturbate over her cunt, belly and breasts like I do sometimes. As I excite my penis, with my spare hand I feel her soft smooth thighs and ruffle her juice moistened pubic hair.

I’m ready! My penis feels exquisitely taut, and in the wall mirror beside us I can see my shaft bending up to its deep pink head. I move forward leaning over her till my penis head is against the lips of her vagina. She holds my shaft and guides my knob into her slit. I lean forward. As my penis slides full length into her vagina I feel her cunt hair brushing along my shaft, a deliciously erotic feeling. I like her cunt hairy – it proclaims she’s a mature woman, ripe for sex, not a little girl any more.

Now I’m on top of her, my belly against hers. Her face is under mine, her brown almanbahis yeni giriş hair spread over the pillow. She’s a beauty! I look into her eyes. They’re full of excited anticipation of what we’re about to do. With my penis deep within her I lean on one hand and fondle her thigh and fondle her breasts and her thigh with the other for a last time before fucking starts. Her knees fold up either side of me so I’m in the valley between her thighs.

“Hold me!” I say, and her arms wrap over my back.

I begin thrusting my hips, smoothly and rhythmically. I’m always surprised how naturally the movement of shagging a woman comes. I glance at the mirror. I see my bum rocking backwards and forwards and her big breasts wobbling with the rhythm of my thrusts. My mind fills with images of her in her bikini, in sexy underwear, in stockings, in nude poses, memories of the erotic things we’ve done together. I shift my position slightly to enjoy the pressure of her vagina stroking that so sensitive spot just under my penis head. Her vagina is warm, tight, and deliciously smooth, squeezing my shaft so more delicately than a frantically masturbating hand.

I’m coming! I feel the pleasure rising in my penis. I try to hold back to savour the pleasure like when I edge in masturbation. But this is infinitely more exquisite than simply masturbating while I ogle pictures of a naked porn girl. I’ve got her nude under me, her naked flesh soft and warm against mine! I thrust my hips involuntarily against her between her spread thighs, pushing her up the bed. The pleasure in my penis explodes! I grunt her name! My semen spurts into her!

I remain on top of her for a while. My flaccid penis slides out of her. I roll off her and we lie side by side.

“Mmmmmmmmm!” She purrs. “Love you!”

We pull the covers over us. I switch out the light. A last kiss and my hand glides over her thigh, her bottom and her cunt. Then we roll apart. With my penis still throbbing with pleasure and savouring the memory of her body we settle down to sleep.

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