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After the most deep peaceful sleep I woke up before her again. I was looking at her breathing, chest and boobs moving up and down slowly. I moved next to her and started whispering in her ear.

“Anna… Anna-Stay-Sheahhhh” I said slowly over and over. “Wake up Anna.” I said quietly.

She stirred a little and said “Oh, I was in such as deep sleep.”

Then smacking her lips eyes still closed “You haff taken… me… to heaven… many… times. And I was sleeping as with angels.” She said.

I just looked at her in amazement. Her grasp of the English words and how she put them together was unbelievable to me.

“Uh Anna.” I whispered.

“Jesss my love.” She said.

I was looking down at her pussy inviting me to it her soft wispy black pubic hair had me wanting to touch and caress it. As I put my hand on to her mons pubis I whispered to her.

“When is the last time someone ate your pussy to orgasm?” I said.

“Wha?” She whispered still groggy.

I moved my hand down to feel her super soft pubic hair and gently I squeezed and pushed down on her mons pubis.

“I want to eat your pussy for breakfast.” I said.

“Ummmm,” she moaned quietly still half asleep.

As I moved my hand down closer to her clit and I positioned my hand so her clit was between the gap of my fingers. Her clit was not being touched by my fingers as they were pressing and caressing her outter pussy lips and my palm was pressing her mons pubis at the same time.

“Um that feels so goot.” She said as she stretched, arched her back and thrust her pelvis up to my wandering fingers and hand.

I moved closer to her and used my other hand to rub her hips and top of her leg near her pussy and was kissing her soft tummy as it moved up and down while she breathed.

“Ummmm Sii sii.” She moaned as I was very gently caressing her pussy and mid section wandering my hands over all of her skin still not touching her clit. I was kissing her tummy constantly, planting soft kisses and licking and sucking gently.

“Oh mi dios usted está sorprendiendo a mi amante que me toma más arriba y más arriba.” she whispered in Spanish.

(Oh My god you are amazing my lover taking me higher and higher.)

She arched her back more and moved herself closer to me to maximize contact with the rest of my body. Then she wrapped her legs under mine to put even more tension on us.

I looked up at her face and said “I want to eat your pussy Anna, when was the last time someone ate you?” I said.

“No one has even come close… to what I know you can give… me… so I am as virgin… you have taken me where angels fly to heaven. There is no equal to your passion for woman.” She said softly.

“Eats been a while and it will be so worth the wait, you have fucked me into bliss, rubbed my back into orgasmic convulsion and now you want to eat me as well. I am so lucky as a goddess to have found a Master of Love.” She said with such enthusiasm as she smiled at me.

“I want to get down between beylikdüzü escort your legs now Anna,” I whispered.

She slowly eased her legs and I was able to get up.

“I think we need a towel,” She said as she looked at me with lust in her eyes and pointed to a door where they were. “I Sometimes… I… I… squirt!” She said quietly.

As I got up I said “I’ll get 3” and quickly moved over to the linen closet in the hall.

“¡3 toallas! ¡Oh cogida! Voy ahora a morir… y a ir al cielo.” She exclaimed.

(3 towels! Oh fuck! I am going to die now… and go to heaven.)

I came back with 3 towels and also grabbed a flat pillow and I said “Lift”.

She put her legs down and then forward under her slightly to lift her butt in the air. I put the pillow down first then the 3 towels folded in half next and she eased back down. Her pelvis was up high as she looked at it.

“Oh mi dios I que va a venir 100 veces tiene gusto de esto.” She exclaimed in Spanish and started laughing out loud.

(Oh my god I going to cum 100 times like this.)

“Anna breathe in deep and slow ok so you can relax and feel the full effects.” I said as she obliged and started breathing in deep. Then she looked at me kind-a odd. But slowly started breathing in deeper and deeper breaths. “Good” I said then continued “and re-laaaax, yes relax Anna.” I continued.

I moved down to her ankle closest to me and reached out to gently put my hand under it and caress as though massaging. I bent over and started kissing the top of her ankle and foot.

“Haga que 200!” She said excitedly as she felt the sensations.

(Make that 200!)

I was using both hands to massage the top of her foot and ankle then gently lifted her leg up and held it to me for support as I rubbed her calve as well. I moved down so I could kiss her leg as I lifted her leg higher.

Her soft skin was astonishing to touch and I was reveling at it as I caressed and kissed her leg.

I turned slightly and while holding her leg with one hand and arm I used the other to rub her thigh moving my hand toward her upper inside thigh. Squeezing her soft thigh and rubbing my hand all over.

“Put a pillow under your head so you can watch” I said “and breathe in deep and slow as I massage you and try to relax.”

She nodded and was just watching me as I moved. I then pulled her leg out wider to give me room to get between her legs.

I gently put her leg down and the calve was dangling off the bed.

I moved quickly down to the end of the bed so I could climb up between her legs and was kissing her other leg as I did. She moved both thighs out to allow me access to her. As I got closer to her love vortex I reached under the leg off the bed then lifted and pulled up slightly. She took the hint and lifted it up placing her foot in the edge of the bed. Both knees were now bent as I leaned down on the bed and moved in closer. She started to moan as she beyoğlu escort knew by her position and time I took to prepare that she was going to cum a lot. She had her hands up to her face arms pressing on her boobs and nipples. She watched me wiggle myself up closer, getting as comfortable as I could for the munching I was prepared to give to her now wet pussy. Lift your legs up and put your feet on my back I said.

“Are you sure I won’t hurt you.” She said

“I would rather die eating your pussy than any other way.” I said.

“Oh my god!” she blurted as I got closer and closer. I moved my arms around to her sides and put my hands on each hip and starting caressing there. I started kissing her inner thighs while I was moving my hands closer to the tops of her legs.

“Estoy cerca del número 1 y usted no me ha aspirado todavía.” She said in Spanish.

(I am close to number 1 and you have not sucked me yet.)

“Ohhhhhhh” she started saying as I leaned forward to kiss the side of her pubis mons and very thin wispy pubic hair. I was teasing her and she knew it waiting for me to actually start. She had moved her hands and arms now closer to my head and was waiting to grab my head and shove it into her aching pussy begging for satisfaction. I stuck out my tongue and flipped it up and down like a snake then I said in Spanish “¿Está usted listo a cum todavía?”

(Are you ready to cum yet?)

Then I quickly moved my face down opened my mouth wide, planted it on her snatch and sucked her clit and as much of her upper pussy as I could.

“Ayeeeeeeeeeeee,” she screamed “Si Si Suckkkkkk jur GAUD-DESSS cunt to heaven.”

She grabbed my head and forced it down and I could only breathe through my nose as she held me down and was bucking her pelvis up to me.

“Oh mi dios de mierda I’ virgen de m no más. Usted liberó mi gatito.” She screamed thrusting her pelvis for all she was worth.

(Oh my fucking god I’m not virgin any more. You freed my poosey.)

As she pressed her legs hard into my back I pushed my back straight to give even more force to her thrust and pulled her hips to my face hard sucking quickly on her clit like a straw.

She cried out again as another wave crashed through her and I was licking as the juices started gushing forth from deep within her being.

“Oh my Fucking GAUD!!” she screamed quickly then clinched her teeth hyperventilating.

The only sound I heard for the next few minutes was her forcing breathes between clinched teeth shooshing constantly writhing and twisting as I held tight and continued sucking and licking and caressing her mons pubis with my finger tips.

I eased up a bit and lifted my head up, pussy juice dripping from my mouth and said “Are you ready to cum yet?” she opened her eyes and glared at me shaking her head and convulsing still but did not say a word. I moved my head down and nibbled her pubic hair and kissed the side of her legs and pubis bizimkent escort mons planting soft kisses on it every where.

I did this for a bit

“Oh you are so good at that. I have never had any feeling close to these.” She said.

Slowly I reached down with one hand so I could insert a finger in her sopping wet pussy.

“Jess fuckkkkk me with jour feengers.” She said.

I inserted my thumb which slide in with remarkable ease and pressed up with the side of my thumb at the odd angle to push up on the spongy mass of her g-spot. As with a lot her sexual parts her g-spot seemed very large.

“Oh yeah you found the spot Oh fuck that feels amazing!” She said as I moved pushed up and down on her g-spot and I could feel engorge even more if that was possible and get rougher texture as well.

I shifted my position removed my thumb then I inserted two fingers in her super wet hole and did the come hither movement on her g-spot. She started moaning louder as she got closer to another orgasm.

Then I pressed down and cupped her blood gorged pubis mons with my other hand and squeezed it gently repeating this movement and in unison pushed up hard on her g-spot very quickly almost roughly. After doing this for a moment she became silent for a bit and I wondered what was up. Then she cried out in ecstasy as another orgasm took over her. I was really thrusting up hard and massaging her now fuller mon pubis as she was moaning and gushing forth slippery love nectar from inside.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh huhhhh SI” she screamed as I continued my movements.

She was in a constant tone again yelling Si often. I slowed down my momentum and came to a stop. I removed my fingers from her snatch and her pussy was still convulsing and twitching and she cupped her hand and held it down over her pussy to ease the sensitivity. She was speaking in a slurred voice as she spoke only the first syllable was able to come out

“Ju… may… me cu… soooo har–t”.

As she laid there coming down from her high I relaxed as well and was starting to get my second wind and wiped my face on the bed. Then I moved back into position and bent my head back down to continue. As I touched her lower pussy with my lower chin she pushed my head back and moved her torso away from my face quickly.

“NOOOOOO! Wait… sensitive.” She whispered as she pulled herself up in a fetal position.

After several minutes she yelled out “GAUD I never thought cuming was so much as these.”

“Usted ha reventado mi gatito virginal abierto de par en par.” She said.

(You have busted my virgin pussy wide open.)

As she lightly touched her still sensitive pussy then yanked her hand away quickly.

“I certainly know these now; I have experienced pussy on fire master lover.” She said with a dreamy lustful look in her eyes.

Then she reached up and looked at me and started frantically kissing me everywhere.

“You have taken me beyond heaven to the highest possible realm of sexual ecstasy! I am jours, Gaud-dess forever take me as your love slave.” She exclaimed as she did a movie actress faint act.

After she calmed down completely she was stretching out relaxing, so I took this opportunity to yank the very heavy sex juice soaked towels off the bed and went to the laundry room.

End of Chapter 6

There is more to cum…

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“C’mon, Kevin, your rent will be cut in half!”

“I’m not struggling.”

“Yeah, but you’re also the guy who embarrassed his entire family at a coffee shop trying to get free hazelnut syrup just to save thirty five cents.”

Kevin laughed. That had happened over five years ago, but his sister never failed to bring it up. She had a point however, he really was the type to save costs to the point of parody.

“Okay, okay, fine. But is she going to trash the place? Don’t you remember how Mom and Dad banned her from our house that one year?”

“Ohmygod that was ages ago. I was the same way, Kev! The only reason Mom and Dad didn’t ban ME from the house is because I’m their kid.”

“And even still, I think they came close sometimes.” Kevin grinned.

“I’ve grown up and so has Sophie. The university is right there and her school loans will more than cover the rent. Just give her a couple of months. Please, Kev? I’ll be your bitch for a year if she turns out to be a dud.”

“That bet doesn’t work so well when we don’t live together, Lily.”

“You know what I mean,” Lily said. Her playful tone was starting to get a bit more exasperated and Kevin knew that was his cue to own up to the fact that he was just being difficult for the sake of it. Plus, the whole conversation had started because he had off-handedly mentioned that he had been thinking about getting a roommate. But in his mind he had pictured somebody closer to his age. Maybe some quiet tech guy who he could share an occasional beer with. Kevin hadn’t seen Sophie since she was in high school – nearly seven years earlier – and he realized it was old associations that were holding him back. He knew enough to trust Lily on stuff like this.

“Can I at least interview her?”

“Yes! Of course! Yes! I’ll give her your number!”

They chatted for a while longer and hung up. The instant he was off the phone Kevin was struck with the silence of his apartment in a way that made him both savour and resent it. He had always had space to himself one way or another. He and Lily had been lucky enough to always have their own rooms at home growing up and he had always had his own dorm in college. Even his cubicle at work was pretty isolated from the rest of the staff. On top of that, Kevin had only ever been in one serious relationship and it hadn’t even lasted a year. It wasn’t that Kevin wasn’t interested in sex and companionship, it was just that his job and space to himself had always been higher on his priority list.

It was because of this that Kevin had incredible trepidation going into his interview with Sophie. He had a thousand red flag triggers just waiting to convince himself that it would be a bad idea to take her as a roommate. Therefore he was all the more impressed when she seemed like a perfect fit. Easy-going, but focused and mature. She was self-aware and independent and they appeared to have good friend chemistry. Still, he had her agree to a three month trial period first in which he could kick her out with two weeks notice, no questions asked. She agreed without hesitation.

When it came to move in day, Kevin found that he was excited. He was waiting downstairs with coffee and offered to help when Sophie drove up in her rental truck. She had invited plenty of friends to help, but she accepted Kevin’s offer anyway and she was moved in in no time. Kevin’s awkwardness at being around people in their early twenties quickly dissolved. They were all very friendly and seemed impressed that he had been able to afford the apartment all to himself for so long. Once the pizza was all gone and a few hours had passed, Sophie’s friends had left, but she and Kevin still sat around drinking and talking.

“Wow, Sophie, you’re like a completely different person!” Kevin said, taking another swig. He knew he was drunk, but he just felt so comfortable and happy to have some companionship.

“Well, I’m still a troublemaker,” she grinned into her glass, “I just do it responsibly now.”

Kevin gave out a goofy low chuckle despite not exactly knowing what she meant.

“Well as long as there’s nothing like the tomato sauce incident, I think we’ll be just fine.”

“I am *never* going to live that down, am I?” Sophie asked. Her face flushed a little and her body language turned a little inward.

“Sorry, it had been so long, I thought we could joke about it now.”

“Oh! Oh yeah, sorry, it’s not that,” Sophie said, looking up at Kevin, her deep brown eyes looking suddenly very earnest. “It’s, well… You’re cool if I like, bring guys over, right?”

“We’re all adults here, of course,” Kevin said, more struck by Sophie’s energy than her question. Maybe it was because he had seen her as his kid sister’s friend for so long, but he hadn’t really realized how beautiful she was until that moment. Long straight brown hair, cherub cheeks and eyes, and a sharp small nose. Her intelligence and cheeky quips played with her doll-like features that made her impossible to ignore. It was remarkable how she looked and sounded so much like herself beşiktaş escort in high school yet possessed such a different air of maturity. She had been curvy in high school as well, but carried more adult weight now and a stronger sense of style.

“But, like, even if it’s a lot?”

“Like all at once?”

Sophie burst out laughing.

“I don’t think I’m quite there yet, don’t worry,” she grinned.

“No, seriously. If you respect the common spaces and respect the condo’s noise regulations, you’re not going to have a problem with me,” Kevin said. He looked at his new roommate seriously, letting her know he was sincere.

“Thank you,” Sophie said quietly. “Sorry, I’m used to receiving a lot of shame about stuff like that, so.”

“It’s fine. Please. Here, we both had a long day. I’ll leave you to settle in on your own. I’ll stay in my room so you can have some time to get to know the kitchen and living room.”

“You’re amazing, thank you. I really appreciate you letting me move in here.”

“Good night, Sophie,” Kevin said, grinning. He went to bed easily that night, feeling warm at having made a new friend.

The next morning was Sunday and Kevin woke up to the smell of breakfast. He put on a robe and walked out to the kitchen. Sophie was in sweatpants and a black tank top. Her hair was up on a ponytail and she had a whole spread going.

“Hungry?” He asked, taking a seat at the small table in the room.

“It’s for both of us!” She said before realizing he was joking. “Oh whatever, maybe I WILL eat it all!”

Kevin helped her plate it and set it all up before sitting down to eat.

“This is all vegan?”

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those,” she said before taking a big bite of her meal.

“No, I’m just impressed!”

The day couldn’t have gone more smoothly after that. They were both able to have a lazy comfortable day without getting in each other’s way but also having the occasional chat or laugh.

So life continued on for Kevin, but it felt brighter now. The three months probation period flew by without a single mention of it and Kevin started to feel as though Sophie had always lived there. Patterns quickly started to emerge. Sophie had classes on Tuesday through Friday and she was either out of the building or in her room during that time. She was out every single Friday night and Kevin would usually be hanging around the apartment when she returned midday Saturday. He learned to know better than to try to make conversation with her in the states she returned in. Sunday was their lazy day together and it became an unspoken roommate law to spend it that way. One always let the other know if they weren’t going to be there for an outside obligation, but otherwise they took turns making breakfast and tended to play board games or watch movies in their comfy clothes.

As for the parade of men Sophie had hinted at during their first night as roommates, Kevin rarely saw a single one. He would see shoes sometimes or had various other hints that there was or had been a guest and he knew that Monday seemed to be a common day for her to have a guy over while he was a work, but it was practically as if they were never there. Not that he was listening, but he never heard a peep either.

It happened on a Friday night some eight months after Sophie had moved in. Kevin wasn’t prone to staying late at the office, but this Friday had been a rare and extreme exception. Save for a few times when she had been sick, Sophie still hadn’t broken her streak of going out on Friday nights and Kevin assumed it would be the same thing. Even when he lived alone, Kevin was very quiet when he entered his apartment and so Sophie and her lover didn’t hear him when he finally got home at 9pm. Sophie had left her door open however, and so Kevin could clearly hear the two of them.

“And you’re sure your roommate isn’t home?” Came the voice of a man that Kevin didn’t recognize.

“You saw me bang on his door and shout his name. He’s not the type to ignore that. The guy is loaded, I’m sure he’s out partying somewhere. Get your stick out of your butt, I’ve been wanting to suck your dick since you bought me that first drink.”

Kevin’s stomach twisted up. He couldn’t tell what he was feeling. He didn’t consider himself protective of Sophie and he couldn’t imagine that he was feeling jealousy. But while he knew Sophie was an adult and had guests over regularly, this was the first time he had directly witnessed this side of her, even aurally.

“You drive a hard bargain,” the guy said. His smarmy expression was thick in his voice.

“Do you want my top on or off?” Sophie asked.

“Off. Obviously,” the guy said, sounding annoyed.

“You’d be surprised! Bra too?”

“Yeah, and hurry up. I’ve been staring at those huge tits all night.”

“You and the whole bar,” Sophie giggled. Kevin couldn’t help but visualize her taking her top off as she spoke when he realized that her voice was muffled due to fabric covering beşyol escort her mouth.

“Mmm, is that better? O-oh! No touching! I told you I get to suck your dick before anything else.”

“What? At least let me feel.”

“After. What’s wrong with this belt?”

“Yeah, it’s weird. But please? I’m not fully, y’know..”

“Oh I don’t care. It’s hot feeling it grow in my mouth anyway.”

“Fuck, you’re something else.”

Kevin was still right inside the door to the apartment as he listened to all this. He hadn’t moved a muscle and suddenly realized that there was no way for him to get to his room without passing Sophie’s open door. Even the bathroom was on the other side. He could leave again, but would he be just as quiet? Plus, whether he could admit it to himself or not, he wanted to stay and listen. He took his shoes off carefully and took them with his jacket and briefcase into the kitchen. He sat down on the floor and begin to listen again. At first he heard nothing, but as he calmed down and focused he was able to discern the sounds: The man’s deep appreciative groaning, the wet bobbing of Sophie’s lips on the shaft of a penis. Kevin grew hard listening to the blowjob. He had never had much of a sex drive but he had also never had an experience like this and he realized in that moment that it had been almost two years since somebody went down on him. It had never bothered him before, but listening to Sophie servicing this strange man in his apartment made him swell with desire.

“Ohhhhh, yeaahhh, just like that. You look even better with a cock in your mouth,” he grunted.

“Pig,” Sophie said, but she clearly returned to blowing him after she said it.

“Yeah, and what does that make you, huh? So desperate to suck my dick you brought me to your place because it was closer, huh? Godddd, you’re good at that.”

Kevin couldn’t stand this guy. He grit his teeth. It made it worse that as this guy spoke, Sophie just seemed to double her efforts, getting louder, letting out moans of her own.

“Look at those huge tits swing as you bob your head. Born to suck dick, weren’t you?”

“Mmmphh, mmmm, mmmMm,” Sophie moaned in response.

“I’m going to cum soon and I’m not going to stop myself,” the man warned. Apparently Sophie didn’t care because soon the guy was letting out the ugliest groan that Kevin thought he had ever heard. As if that jerk deserved to get that kind of attention from a girl like Sophie. A few moments passed of the man breathing heavily.

“Still wanna feel me up?” She asked. Kevin recognized the playful irony in her voice, but it was lost on her guest.

“Huh? Oh, if you want to bring them here, then whatever, but I think I’m just going to go home.”

“Works for me,” Sophie responded.

“You’re a bit of a bitch, huh?”

“If you say so. I got what I wanted and it seems like you did too.”

“You should work on your attitude if you ever want to get a man for real.”

“Thanks for the advice. Safe travels, huh?”

Kevin couldn’t believe the exchange he was hearing, especially Sophie’s sunny reaction to it. Was it sarcastic? Was she just accustomed to it? Did she actually not care about his behaviour? Kevin felt ready to show himself and tackle this man, but he kept himself hidden in the kitchen until the guy left. When the door closed he suddenly realized how likely it was that Sophie would come into the kitchen, but to his relief she made for the bathroom instead. Kevin swiftly put his shoes and jacket by the door and snuck into his own room.

Kevin woke up having forgotten largely about the incident the night before. It had been so exhausting for him to participate in that unexpected voyeurism that his psyche had dealt with the memory by temporarily discarding it. Kevin woke up just before 8am – his version of sleeping in – and went about his typical morning routine. He always stayed in and relaxed on Saturdays, but because he often spent it alone he retained his old habits of maintaining a disciplined routine. Somewhere in his mind Kevin obviously knew that Sophie was home but because his brain had compartmentalized the events of the previous night he still raised his eyebrows when he saw her emerge from her room as he poured his coffee.

“What are you doing here on a Saturday morning?” He asked. No sooner had the words come out of his mouth than did the memory flood back to him. It was if it was still last night and he was secretly in the kitchen. Sophie’s moans and playful lustful flirting were loud in his mind and Kevin suddenly and irrationally felt as though he was doing something wrong by being in the kitchen. Sophie managed a tired grin.

“Oh don’t ask. I’d prefer to be hungover,” she said.

“Want some coffee anyway?”

“God yes.”

Kevin smiled although his heart pumped. Sophie was wearing what she normally would on their Sundays together, her comfy sweatpants and a braless tank top. Despite recognizing her as very attractive and even acknowledging beykent escort her as the type of woman he was normally attracted to, Kevin had had no problem just seeing her as a roommate in the past. But the events of last night still swirled in his head and for the first time since she had moved in, he found himself glancing at her body when she wasn’t looking. He knew he was doing it and he chastised himself for it every time, but he didn’t stop. Did she always look so beautiful first thing in the morning with no makeup? Had her large breasts always been so perky without a bra?

“Here you go, I’ll be right back,” he said suddenly rushing off to the washroom.

“Um, okay, don’t be long! I haven’t got in there yet!” She called after him.

Kevin did his best to not slam the door. He immediately pulled down his pants. He was rock hard. Everything had been perfect before, why did this have to happen? He put his hand on his shaft, pointing the head at the sink and began to stroke himself. He pictured himself standing in Sophie’s room, his roommate on her knees for him instead of that asshole. But was he any different than that guy really? These thoughts he was having. A wave of dark desire washed over him. He could picture anything he wanted. It was just him in the bathroom here. Why not say those things to Sophie in his mind? It wasn’t the same as actually doing it. He was surprised at the rush that the realization gave him.

That’s it slut, suck my cock, he thought. He stroked harder as he recalled his roommate’s lustful moaning last night when that stranger had been calling her names. He pictured her reaching down and pulling her breasts out of her top as she greedily slurped up and down his pole.

That’s all it took. He begin spraying all over the sink, shaking with the hardest orgasm he could remember having in years. As he shook out his final spurts he felt an equal rush of relief and shame and felt eager to move on. He flushed the toilet for the sake of the lie of the purpose of his bathroom visit and quickly cleaned up the mess and put his pants back on. When he walked back to the living room on the way to the kitchen he saw Sophie on the sofa, watching cartoons.

“I forgot we had regular TV! I can’t believe they still show these on Saturday mornings!” She said with a wide grin, pointing at the screen. Kevin felt relieved to notice that at the very least his masturbation had eased the tension. Sophie was just Sophie again to him.

“Bathroom’s free,” Kevin said, smiling back before ducking into the kitchen for his coffee.

“Yeah. Obviously.” Her sarcastic response was expected and it wasn’t long before the two were spending their Saturday together like it was a Sunday.

But it was the first time they had done that and when Saturday night rolled around, Kevin realized it was still the weekend and began to feel panic in the middle of the action movie they were watching.

“Um, so, is tomorrow still on?” He asked.

“Huh?”

“Like, whose turn is it to make breakfast, or are you sick of hanging out with me?”

Sophie paused the movie and turned to Kevin with an incredulous expression.

“What, is two days in a row too much for you?” She asked.

“I don’t know, I didn’t want to assume or seem weird.”

“Well you’re doing a terrible job at not seeming weird. When do we ever not do our Sundays?”

“Well when do we ever do a Saturday like this? You’re always nursing a hangover.”

“Is there a problem with that?”

“No,” said Kevin, completely unsure of how to handle this situation or how it had become so tense so quickly, “I just didn’t know if you’d want to go out tonight instead or I don’t know! I was just asking!”

Sophie looked like she was about to explode but as her eyes scanned Kevin’s face her expression softened. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I guess I have a lot on my mind and I was worried that you wouldn’t want to hang out tomorrow. It’s been really nice.”

“It’s fine, Sophie. So we’re on?”

“Yeah,” she said with a sheepish grin and she unpaused the movie. Then she leaned her head on Kevin’s shoulder and snuggled into him before immediately stiffening up. Despite their closeness they had never cuddled before. It had been an involuntary act and Sophie had realized what she had done at the same moment Kevin did. He felt her stiffen and knew she was uncomfortable. He didn’t want to say anything after the last conversation had gone so poorly so without thinking he put his arm around her. She relaxed.

Kevin couldn’t concentrate on the movie. Why had he done that? What was he telling her by putting his arm around her? They could just be friends cuddling, couldn’t they? Maybe if this had happened a week ago then Kevin wouldn’t have been panicked about it, but there were too many things swirling in his head now. Sophie let out a happy sigh and Kevin felt himself rub her arm in response. He needed to put a stop to this. She was his little sister’s friend. She was his roommate. He had secretly listened in on her giving some guy a blowjob last night and then had masturbated to it this morning. He looked down at how cozy she looked. He loved the way she looked in those sweatpants, the form alluded to the incredible shape of her ass, but didn’t brag about it. His fingers curled up to the tips and he traced them along Sophie’s soft arm. She let out a little moan and put a hand on his chest.

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Guy opened the door to his office and immediately noticed that his office-mate’s laptop was brightly lit, meaning that Kamana was here and logged in. However, the rest of the office was completely dark. That was odd. Only a few strips of light coming through the slits in the blind in the tall skinny window beside the door that he had just entered gave any hint at the furniture, but Guy knew the layout well. He spent at least eight hours a day, often more, in this small cubicle. In order to be completely dark like this, she would have had to have manually turned the lights off because they were automatically triggered by a motion sensor. That was not like her, she usually liked it very bright. Not that Guy knew the intricacies of Kamana’s personality yet, he had only known her for a few weeks. Nonetheless, this didn’t seem like something she would do.

Kamana was of Punjabi descent, but had been born and raised here in Seattle. Her parents had immigrated to the US before she was born and settled in the Sodo area, where they operated a chain of mini-marts. It was a little cliché, but it worked well for their growing family. Kamana had recently scored an intern position at this east-side software company, and landed in Guy’s office, replacing the previous intern, Chris, that had recently finished his contract.

Guy was about to turn the lights on in the small office he shared when a disembodied voice, female but husky, said, “Don’t turn the lights on.”

He squinted to look under Kamana’s desk as there was really nowhere else to hide in this eight-by-ten-foot space that was originally meant for one person before the massive growth of their employer led to two or more people in almost every available office. However, squint as he might, he could not see her under her desk. “Where are you?” he asked of the disembodied female voice.

“I’m under your desk.”

He jumped, surprised. She was just at his feet.

Guy asked, “Why are you under my desk? What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to sleep.”

“Oh. OK. But why are you under MY desk? Why not yours?”

“I didn’t want Norm to walk in and catch me sleeping.”

Norm was their boss, an immigrant from Japan who spoke fluent English, though he had a noticeable accent. “I see.” Guy said. “Did you not sleep well last night, at home?” he asked.

“No. I tossed and turned all night. Finally I started texting with my boyfriend, Bobby.”

“In other words, you were texting all night and didn’t go to bed, right?” he asked playfully. He was in his mid-forties and she was approaching twenty, but they got along well and she didn’t take offense at a gentle ribbing. She teased him almost as much as he poked fun at her young lifestyle.

“OK. You caught me.” She admitted. “Now sit down and get to work, and wake me up if we get an email from Norm.” Kamana was an intern and was paid very little. In contrast, Guy was a seasoned professional and recently reached his long-term goal of a six-figure salary. The two of them worked for the same boss, but Guy had responsibility, while Kamana was just a tool that Guy and Norm were able to use to save time and effort on certain tasks. As such, Kamana had little to lose, and played a little fast and loose with the proprieties of the modern working world. Guy didn’t really mind as she was easy to get along with and even easier on the eyes.

One of the less professional habits of Kamana was to come into the office and spend the first hour of the day working on her makeup. She was truly an artist, and could take her already pretty face and paint it to look like a goddess. However, she was fond of light colored foundation that made her look almost Caucasian. Whereas Guy thought she looked much prettier in her natural caramel skin tone. It is an Indian thing. The Hindi culture values lighter skin. However, Guy was quite attracted to more exotic looking women with darker skin.

After glancing under his desk to see Kamana curled into the fetal position with her balled up coat under her head, Guy tucked into his large desk, much larger than Kamana’s, and flipped open his laptop. Checking his schedule, he noted that he didn’t have any meetings planned until the afternoon, and looking through his email, there was nothing really pressing to worry about. He made a few brief responses to casual queries, and then went to work on a procedure he was developing. His bread and butter was writing white papers, tip sheets, and help files describing how to use software or software related products.

He tried to concentrate, but his mind kept returning to the fact that one of his fantasy girls was currently sleeping under his desk. He imagined briefly what would happen if Norm walked in and Kamana came out from under his desk. He would probably be fired, even though it was Kamana that was slacking on her job. However, in corporate America, appearances are everything, and Guy would have the appearance of a dirty old man.

Fortunately, there were no pressing matters on Guy’s desk at the moment, because he got very little bahçeşehir escort done. It was very difficult to concentrate on such dry material when such a gorgeously fine thing was so very near. It was hard enough with her at the next desk. It was much harder knowing that she was only inches away.

Guy’s imagination got the better of him, and his thoughts led to some excitement in his nether regions. He kept thinking about her long and wavy black hair, her giant brown eyes, and her ample and shapely ass. Oh, what an ass! He was sporting a raging chubby, but he was confident enough that in the complete darkness, broken only by the glow of two laptops, Kamana would never notice the bulge in his pants. He even flexed a few times, relishing the pleasure of his erection being constrained by his pants.

Nearing lunchtime, he rose to go to the printer, and must have woken Kamana, because when he came back to the office, the lights were on and Kamana was sitting at her desk.

“Feeling better?” Guy asked politely, with only the faintest hint of mirth in his tone.

“Much.” Kamana responded. She presently finished reading the few emails that had accumulated in the morning and began taking out her makeup supplies. “Have you heard anything from Norm today?”

“Not yet.” Norm was a good boss, easy to work for, easy to please. He was considerate and didn’t ask for more than was reasonable, despite the fact that his boss, Chip, was very dominant and overbearing. Norm protected his workers from the pressures of higher management. Those that reported to him were well aware of the pressures he faced and were not envious. “I’m sure he is off fighting fires with one of the dev teams. We’ll probably hear all about it this afternoon. For now just be happy that Chip isn’t yelling at anyone.” When Chip yelled, everyone knew all about it.

The rest of the day was uneventful, and that night Guy lay in bed and thought back on the oddity of the morning. As he drifted off to sleep, his thoughts fed his dreams and he had an erotic adventure with Kamana. It was not his first, and it was pleasant, as always. However, as always in his dreams, just about the time he was going to penetrate the object of his desire he awoke with a raging hard-on, and also as usual, he had no time to do anything about it. This morning was no different than any other and he quickly showered, dressed, and jumped into traffic so that he could be at work by 9:00 AM.

Arriving at work, Kamana was already well into her morning ritual of painting her face, and Guy discreetly admired her features while remembering smatterings of his dream from the night before.

“Got some sleep last night?” he asked her pleasantly.

“Yeah. Bobby’s a tool. I told him to leave me alone.”

“Uh huh.” Guy had already learned that the best thing to do when Kamana talked about relationships was to nod and go along with it. Anything he said could be misinterpreted, and she would retreat into her headphones. Guy enjoyed talking to her, so he just played along when it was prudent to do so.

“My dog curled up on my feet, and I slept like a baby.”

“Were you sucking your thumb?” Guy ribbed her.

“Screw you.” Kamana responded amiably. “You know what I mean.”

“I’m going to go grab some juice from the kitchen. Do you need anything?” Guy asked.

“Could you grab me some milk? I’m going to have a bowl of cereal.” And she pulled a box of Rice Chex down from the shelf above her desk. Guy admired her shape as she stretched to reach the box of cereal.

“Sure thing.”

The next Monday, Guy came into the office and noticed that once again, Kamana’s laptop was glowing brightly in the unnatural darkness of the pitch-black office. Not needing to confirm her presence, Guy still looked under his desk to observe Kamana sleeping. Today, she was sleeping on her belly, and her nicely shaped hindquarters were displayed prominently in tight blue jeans. After admiring her raging hiney for more than a few moments, Guy quietly tucked into his desk and got to work. He had some pressing deadlines today, and was so intent on his work that he forgot that Kamana was even there until she shifted and bumped one of his ankles with her leg. He jumped, startled, but she didn’t seem to have noticed it as she continued to sleep. Half an hour later, Guy was again reminded of her presence when he felt her brush his calf. This time he was not as surprised and continued to work. Moments later, she brushed against him again, and so he began to back up, thinking that she was awake and probably wanted out.

“Don’t.” he heard from under his desk.

“Don’t what?” he asked, freezing in place.

“Don’t move.” She said.

“OK.”

“I noticed you watching me earlier.” her disembodied voice rose from beneath his desk.

“What?” he asked, a little alarmed.

“I noticed you watching me earlier.” She said again. “I couldn’t see because I was face down, but I heard you come in and then you stood very still bakırköy escort for a few minutes before sitting down, and your breathing got noticeably quicker while you stood there. I could hear you breathing.”

“It did? You could?” he asked, even more alarmed.

As if she could detect his internal alarm in the tone of his voice she said, “Don’t worry. I don’t mind. Lots of guys like to look at me. No pun intended… Guy…” she giggled.

“I’m sure they do.” he felt slightly less alarmed. After all, she was joking about his name.

“Yes. They do.” She said. “But I don’t always like when they do. Sometimes it’s a little creepy. Like when they are old.”

“Uh huh.” He agreed, reminded of just how old he was, more than twice her age.

“But I don’t mind when you look at me. You’re nice. Not like those perverts.”

“Well… I wouldn’t be entirely sure about that!” Guy ribbed her a little. Even though she was saying alarming things that should have had him worried about the future of his career, he was feeling remarkably comfortable with her complete nonchalance.

“Oh really?” she asked suggestively. “In that case…” As her voice trailed off, she placed a hand on Guy’s thigh, well above his knee. Guy flinched.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you think?” and she slid her hand all the way up to his crotch.

Guy had not been thinking about Kamana in a sexual way just then and so did not presently have an erection. However, the pressure she put on his groin rapidly changed that. He tried to roll his chair back but Kamana wrapped her other hand around one of his legs and firmly held him in place. He was easily strong enough to break free, but he didn’t want to hurt her, and didn’t really, in his heart of hearts, want to back away at all. In fact, if he was true to himself, he was really turned on by the idea that she was under his desk and touching his junk.

Oh, you like that, huh?” Kamana asked suggestively.

“How could I not?” he asked.

“Exactly.” She purred. “How could you not?” And she reached up with her other hand and unzipped his fly. With amazing skill and ease, Kamana extracted Guy’s erect member from his slacks without the slightest hitch and began stroking his cock with her tiny brown hands.

“Do you think we should be doing this?”

“Why not? I know you like it.”

“Well, sure, but you’re less than half my age. My daughter is older than you.”

“She’s not here, is she? What are you, ageist?” And she slipped her mouth onto his shaft.

“Holy shit!” Guy cried as her warm and wet mouth slid onto his cock. “Wow! I guess you’ve done this before.”

“Mmm hmm.” Kamana confirmed without breaking her rhythm. The vibrations of her husky voice felt incredible on his meat. She kept the rhythm slow and steady, and Guy was thankful because it felt so good and if she went any faster he was likely to pop. And he didn’t want to pop. Not yet. He wanted this delicious feeling to continue forever.

Kamana moved a little too far, too fast, and bumped her head on the bottom of Guy’s desk, which made her unintentionally clench briefly. The sound scared Guy momentarily, and made him think of someone walking in on them. The feeling of her flinching her jaw scared him for a whole different reason. It was, however, distracting and allowed him to back down a little from the edge, He put his hands under the desk and on the top of Kamana’s head, to prevent her from bumping it again. But he didn’t push down. She was way too good at this to interfere.

He was just along for the ride, and what a ride it was. Kamana had wrapped her lips around her teeth and was providing a marvelous bit of pressure as she bobbed up and down, steady as a metronome. For a moment, she totally relaxed the pressure and the resulting softness of her touch nearly sent him over the edge. Sometimes less is more and she was proving it.

Then she clamped down hard again and stretched his meat longer than it had ever been before, pulling with her lips while pressing with her hands against his lower belly. Guy felt her tug, and it was almost painful, but in a really good way. She couldn’t get her hands into his pants, but rubbed his balls through the stretched fabric. Resuming her relentless pace, she stroked with her mouth and hands until he was about to burst. The pressure was building and he knew he wasn’t going to last long.

Just then, Matt LeFevre, one of the lead developers on their team, decided to start a loud conversation just outside their office door. Startled, Guy looked up through the slim openings in the slats of the blind and could see Matt standing there, facing an unknown conversationalist hidden behind the door. It could be anybody. It could be Norm!

Guy felt an immense sense of alarm welling up inside of him. He was going to be discovered, being a dirty old man, and was going to lose his job. Hell, he’d probably never get another job in this field again. Maybe this whole industry.

“Stop!” başakşehir escort he hissed under his breath.

“Wha…?” a muffled inquiry came from under his desk.

“I said STOP!” he hissed louder, and outside of his door, Matt turned to glance into their office.

Under the desk, Kamana lifted her lips from his pulsing member to say, “Why? Don’t you like it?” and she giggled.

“Of course I do,” he explained, “but Matt LeFevre is just outside of the office and he’s looking in.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Kamana tried to soothe him, “He can only see your face in the glow of your laptop. He can’t see me down here. He can’t see what I’m doing…” and she giggled again, slowly stroking Guy’s cock with her tiny palms, maintaining the level of his excitement despite his distraction and alarm.

Guy was still worried. He knew that she was right, that Matt could only see his face, but he still didn’t know who he was talking to, or if he would want to talk to Guy next. Matt was a loud and generally uncouth individual that, like many lifelong programmers had little in the way of social skills or manners. He was bossy and boisterous, but in a generally likeable way. It occurred to Guy that if there was anyone that could catch him in this compromising position and not get him fired, Matt might be the one.

But he still didn’t know who Matt was talking to, and whomever it was, he, or maybe she, and Guy’s level of alarm increased at this thought, was standing just outside his door. One loud noise and they would be peeking through the blinds and getting an eyeful of more than he wanted to show.

Thinking that his momentary silence meant that he had been soothed, Kamana resumed her ministrations, sinking her hot mouth onto his firmly erect love muscle. Guy let out an unintentional gasp of pleasure, then a small yelp of pain as Kamana momentarily dragged a tooth.

“Sooorrry.” A muffled apology came from under the desk.

Guy stroked her hair under the desk by way of confirming that he was fine. Her lustrous black tresses were soft under his hands and he curled his fingers into them, grabbing handfuls as he climbed closer to ecstasy.

Guy was still terrified, but it felt so good that he didn’t really want it to stop. He just wish he knew who the person standing behind his door was. Oh well, he thought, there’s not much I can do about it now. Whoever is there, is there, and Kamana is not going to quit, so I’ll just have to deal with it. And with that thought, and a mental note to be as quiet as possible, he relaxed into Kamana’s deft care.

He slouched a little lower in his seat to give Kamana a little more room, and she took the hint and began stroking him even harder, gently bumping her head against the bottom of the desk several times in her zeal. Guy put one of his palms on top of her head again as protection and she doubled her efforts, quickly bringing him to the brink.

“Here it comes…” he tried to warn her.

“Mmm hmm.” She confirmed again, breaking rhythm briefly to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock. This sent him over the top and as he began to spurt, she lowered her mouth all the way to the base of his shaft, pushing the head of his cock deep into her throat. He had never had a woman impale her throat just as he was coming before and the sensation was intense. He bucked a little as he came, and she firmly grabbed his ass and pulled her face down into his lap. The sensation of her swallowing was incredible and he shot jet after jet of semen deep into her throat.

Once he stopped coming, she abruptly pushed his chair back, climbed out from under his desk and said, “I’m going to lunch. See ya.” He began to fumble with his zipper, but she threw open the door with reckless abandon, so he pushed under his desk in alarm and reached over to close the door.

The conversation continued between Matt and Margaret, the office administrator, who would have him canned instantly if she knew anything of what happened here this morning. Had he known it was her behind the door there is absolutely no way he would have allowed Kamana to continue. Ignorance is bliss, he thought to himself, then thought back on what had just happened. Now that the door was closed, he reached under the desk and zipped his fly.

“Wow,” was all he could say.

Just then, the door opened again, and he thought that Kamana must have forgot her wallet, but it was Matt.

“Hey, Guy, where did she come from?”

“What?” Guy asked.

“Where did Kamana come from? I swear I looked in here and you were all alone, working in the dark. Whenever she’s here the lights are on max so everyone can see how beautiful she is.” And Matt rolled his eyes.

“Yeah. I don’t know why, but she chose to work in the dark today. I certainly wasn’t going to question it, you know that I’m a cave dweller. I just took advantage of a perfect situation.”

“…Know what you mean… Later…” Matt closed the door and walked away.

You have no clue, Guy thought to himself, and then thought again of Kamana’s amazing ass. Oh, what an ass! And her amazing smile… and skills…

Arriving at the office the next day, Guy opened the door to pitch blackness. His heart skipped a beat. Then he noticed that it was completely dark. Too dark. Kamana had not arrived yet. As he stepped into the office, the motion detector turned the lights on, burning his fantasy to ashes.

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As she passed by her bag, Kate pulled a tightly rolled towel out and shook it loose. I did the same and joined her in the bright sunlight on the cushions. With no wasted motions, she quickly swiped herself dry and tossed the towel onto the bench. Then she watched me finish up. When I was dry, I threw my towel on top of hers. She grinned once more and stepped close to me, her stomach nudging against my semi-hard cock. Her nipples were still tight from arousal and the cold water.

“So…” she said as her arms snaked around my neck.

“So,” I said with a smile, bending to bring our lips together.

Her tongue darted once more into my mouth and my arms went around her fully, pulling her close. She tasted faintly of saltwater and sun, and her body was still cool against mine. As she moved, though, the space between us warmed quickly and I felt her sway from side to side, stimulating my cock to full erection almost immediately. She giggled when she felt its heat and gave an extra hard push against it.

“Are you ready for me now?” she whispered against my lips.

“Fuck, yes!” I groaned back.

Releasing her hands, I moved back to give us room to sink down onto the cushions together. Kate, however, had other ideas. She dropped quickly to her hands and knees facing the bow, looking back over her shoulder at me with smouldering eyes. Her knees were spread wide to rest on side-by-side cushions, and her pussy gaped open lewdly, glistening with arousal. One hand slicked back her hair while the other held her up, and she reached back when she was done atakent escort to pull her ass to the side, opening herself even more.

“Welcome aboard,” she said in pleasant tones that masked her eagerness, mostly.

“Jesus Christ, Kate!” I moaned in appreciation, my knees thumping onto the cushions inside her calves. “You look so fucking sexy!”

“Stop saying fuck and fuck me, will you?” she replied in a more normal, albeit urgent, voice.

“Aye aye, ma’am!” I snapped, running my cockhead up and down her slit for a moment.

Kate’s hand returned to the deck when I grabbed her hips. When I drove myself into her with one long, steady stroke, her back arched in pleasure and a moan escaped her lips.

We had done the romantic thing already, and with the clock ticking away, I knew I had to make the most of our time together. I felt her inner muscles throb a little as they adjusted to the intrusion of my cock, and when they stopped, I pulled back all the way and then thrust forward again. I’m no college kid intent on pounding into a woman like a jackrabbit, but I did want to fuck her hard and deep at that point, and I held her firmly in place as I started to pump into her. Each penetration drew a gasped exhalation from her lungs. I was breathing deeply as well, trying to control my arousal long enough to make it good for her. The sun beat down hard on her back and my shoulders, making me squint against its glare. Soon I felt sweat stinging my eyes and I saw the sheen of her back muscles as akbatı escort they tensed each time I pushed against her. My hands left her hips and stroked her from ass to shoulders, gliding along the soft skin as I buried my cock in her again and again. My eyes closed and all my attention became focused on the slippery clasp of her pussy as it grabbed and then released me with every stroke.

My hands were on Kate’s waist when she abruptly dropped to her elbows. I felt the change of angle but kept driving myself in and out of her, hitting a different spot within her that seemed to make it better for her. Each gasp became a moan, and her body tilted as she slipped one hand beneath herself. I felt her fingertips brush my cock as she added her own stimulation, and I could only assume she was playing with her clit again, pushing herself toward orgasm as I thrust relentlessly into her depths. With that encouragement, I took a firmer hold of her and went a little harder with each thrust, not speeding up but letting my abdomen smack into her ass and my hip bones into the backs of her thighs each time I bottomed out.

The stimulation of her fingers and my cock brought Kate to orgasm in record time. I grinned to myself, knowing how lucky that was because I was close as well. The buildup of swimming and feasting on her pussy and now seeing her luscious ass in front of me was taking its toll.

Kate’s orgasm rippled through her body like a wave. A quick chorus of “oh yes…oh yes…oh GOD!” broke from her hips aksaray escort and she went rigid under my hands, her pussy throbbing wildly.

Her upper body fell forward onto the cushions, her legs straightening out behind her, and I followed her down, pinning her there with a few more driving thrusts. The intensity of her muscles gripping me and the sudden rush of lubrication around my cock was enough to set me off as well. My hands planted on either side of her waist, I drove down into her one more time and exploded wildly, my cock throbbing and pulsing at a steep angle inside her body, my belly tight against her beautiful smooth ass. As my orgasm eased, I let myself fall forward until my body lay atop hers, not crushing her but needing the full contact of her skin on mine at that moment. My chin rested on her shoulder as her body quivered beneath me.

As I caught my breath, I felt Kate continue to shiver beneath me. Women’s orgasms are mysterious and wonderful, and I smiled as I felt the flutter of her core continue for thirty seconds more after I was spent. Not wanting to distract her, I kissed her shoulder softly and willed my cock to stay where it was for another minute.

When the tension in her back eased, she brought her hand up and pillowed her head on folded arms. Her face turned to the side, smiling blissfully. Still careful not to let her bear my full weight, I leaned up and kissed her cheek. Her smile broadened, her eyes closed against the bright light. All at once, I felt the breeze on my back again and the soft motion of the waves passing beneath us.

“All good?” I whispered, brushing a damp strand of hair back behind her ear.

“SO good!” she sighed happily.

“I’m so glad you came along,” I told her sincerely.

“Me too! Lucky for you I have no impulse control, right?”

“SO lucky!” I murmured, my own eyes closing as I laid my head on her shoulder again.

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Melissa was good, and she knew it. She was ten years out of the Academy where she’d graduated with the second highest rating for a woman, ever. She was also, ninth overall in the Academy’s training records at Quantico. She’d been the principal investigator on many high-profile cases involving nearly everything including racketeering, robbery, forgery, the white slave trade, accounting and Wall Street. Fortunately, her prowess and the information she provided were so good that she’d only been required to testify in court twice, and at each of those times it was in secret Grand Jury proceedings. Her name and picture had never been in the news.

The guys used to call her ‘Missy from Tulsa’ and drool over her long legs. She spoke softly with a tiny bit of Oklahoma in her voice. On the street she could force that bit of ‘Oklahoma’ and then dress down, and no one would suspect her of being in the Bureau. She didn’t often have a chance to wear jeans anymore, but when she did, every male eye would follow those shapely legs and that tight ass while they undressed her.

She was good looking, and a head turner and she frequently observed the responses of the men around her. Some guys openly told her that she looked “just exactly like Scully of the ‘X Files’ TV show. It wasn’t true. Melissa was at least three inches taller than “Dana”, her hair was more auburn than red, and she didn’t think she was as pretty as the TV gal. Any guy would argue the latter point if asked.

She was married now, and had been working for seven weeks on a bank robbery case. Her busy time had been used coordinating profiles, viewing and cataloging bank cam videos, studying eyewitness statements and attempting to develop a pattern and sequence to the events of the case. She felt they were close to an arrest. The suspected ‘perps’ were a group of guys that had recently moved to Texarkana. The ringleader was a guy named Ed (AKA the boy lover) and his closest associate was named Ron (AKA the Boy) – – they were slick talkers who’d had a history of double exposure. They had no discernible source of income, but managed to throw money around on cars, girls (when not ‘together’) and drink. They gambled a lot and always lost. The bureau had suggested the IRS watch them closely. A third disgusting individual named Walter (AKA “the dumb one”) had recently disappeared. They assumed that the group had done away with him, but he was so inconsequential, and a bigamist, that they only made a single one line note in the files.

The Bureau likes there agents’ to travel in pairs to provide backup and support to each other. And, Melissa had always followed that rule. Except, tonight was going to be different.

She took off early and told her male partner, Dave, that she was going to get her hair done. Instead she drove off and headed downtown to park outside an underground garage in the business district. She got out of the car, and checked her weapons. She had two handguns and a can of a new pepper spray the bureau was experimenting with. The guns were standard issue and one, a plastic Glock, was securely strapped in a shoulder holster beneath her left arm within the loose fitting coat of the suit she was wearing. The second piece was a .32 caliber in a thigh holster between her shapely thighs.

She checked the street for observers, and seeing none, she walked quickly between the barricades and into the underground garage. Again, she looked around, observed the security TV camera locations and purposely avoided them while walking to see the deep blue car parked in space ’14A’.

Satisfied that her prey was still in the building she moved behind a nearby support column and began her wait. If he was on time, he should be walking to his car within the next twenty minutes. She had an unobstructed view of the elevator door.

Precisely eighteen minutes later, a soft bell echoed as the elevator door slid quietly open. Quickly, she stepped into the shadow of the column and waited to verify that he was unaccompanied. He stepped out and the door slid shut.

As he walked quickly toward his car, she quietly positioned herself to act. As he reached in a pocket for the car keys in that darkened area, she stepped behind him holding her badge and ID in her left hand she reached around to place them in his field of vision. She said “Mr. Jones don’t turn around. I am agent Bedford from the FBI. We want to talk to you about a Security matter.” As he started to turn, she grabbed his arm and pulled it up behind him and told him that she’d told him not to turn around. He was four inches taller than she, and outweighed her by at least eighty pounds. But, she wasn’t concerned because she’d been first in hand-to-hand at the Academy and been directing the quarterly refresher course to all of the local agents for more than two years. She could have had him on the floor crying for mercy in a heartbeat, if he’d made a hostile move.

As it was, he was meek as a lamb. She handcuffed him “telling him that this was standard procedure. Next avcılar escort she took a piece of duct tape from her pocket and taped it across his eyes. A second piece was used to seal his mouth. She paused and leaned close enough to verify that he was having no problem breathing through the mouth. Satisfied that he was okay, she prodded him forward the same way she’d come in, while making certain that they remained clear of the remote video security cameras.

When they got outside, she stopped him and checked the street again. It was still clear.

She forced him over to her car, pushed the trunk open button on her key ring and made him climb in. His muffled outcry was efficiently handled by the tape. She closed the trunk, got in and started the car. She pulled away from the curb, making sure to stay below the speed limit, and then headed for the freeway.

She drove about five minutes out of town, pulled off the freeway onto a cross street and four blocks later she pulled into the driveway of a large motel.

It was Wednesday night and the parking lot was empty. The red “VACANCY” sign flashed at the office. She drove by the office and the length of the building to the rear of the lot. She drove around both the main building and the annex building to a large lot behind. She drove to a parking slot outside the furthest room.

She pulled forward and then backed into the space. The trunk was only a few paces from the door to room ‘B84’, but she was going to room ‘B83’ in case anybody saw her car and started to investigate. This way she could hear the noise and ‘clean up’ the room before they got to checking the rest of the building

She thought back two weeks, to when she’d first come to this motel. She’d approached the front desk and asked to see the manager. When he came to the desk, she’d asked him to step to the end of the counter. With her back to the lady desk clerk, she’d produced her badge and identification card. The manager inspected them and then raised a fold down edge of the desk and invited her back to his office.

When they were seated, she explained that she was in need of a quiet room, out of sight of the general public and where she wouldn’t be bothered by motel employees. When he’d asked what it was to be used for, she answered that she was not allowed to provide that information. He’d nodded, and assumed it was to be a “safe house” for the Bureau; she didn’t correct him. After thinking for a moment, he’d explained that the annex building was always empty during the week and only used on busy weekends. He’d further assured her that if there were no registered guests, the motel personnel would not visit the building. He then showed her its location on a simple wall map of the property. She’d selected the next to the last room on the ground floor, and when she’d asked what the room rate was, he’d told her that during the week there would be no charge except for any food or drink. She’d assured him there would not be a need for them. He’d then told her that the motel made its profit on the weekend and that if the room was to be used on weekends he would have to bill the bureau the standard business rate. She’d assured him that the room would ‘only’ be used on week nights. He’d produced two keys and explained that the motel would not keep its duplicate, however, if a key was lost, the bureau would be billed for replacing the room lock. She’d thanked him, pocketed both keys and left. Her plan was in motion.

Her reverie at an end and her skirt riding high on her hips, she opened the car door, turned in the seat and stepped out. She used the flat of her hand to apply pressure to her growing sex and massaged it through the skirt. She made certain the room key was in her pocket, removed the Glock from its holster and removed the ammo clip. Next she turned it over, pulled the slide back and ejected the chamber cartridge into her hand. She put the clip and bullet into her coat pocket and reholstered the Glock.

Now she stepped to the rear of the car where she could hear him banging softly on the trunk’s interior. She pressed the open button again and the lid popped open. She carefully raised it to its limit, and then reached in and took his arm. She told him to stop making noise and to put his legs over the edge of the trunk and climb out—his hands were still securely cuffed behind him, and she had to assist.

She guided him to the door, opened it, told him to step up, and pushed him into the room. Next, she checked to make sure the drapes were drawn and no light could leak out through the window. She turned on the light, stepped to one of two straight-backed desk chairs, pulled it to the center of the room and positioned him in front of it. She pulled the pillows from the bed, placed one on the seat and the other standing upright as a back cushion. She reached forward, unbuckled the belt and opened the pants. She pulled the pants and briefs to the floor and commanded him to step out of them. ataköy escort Was he whimpering? She put one foot behind his left knee and pushed, forcing him to sit down. Next, she taped his ankles to the rear legs of the chair — forcing him to sit straddle legged.

With that done, she reached around, unbuttoned and unzipped her business suit skirt. She folded it and placed it on the bed. Continuing, she removed her holstered Glock, jacket, blouse, half slip, and finally the thigh holster. She took a toothbrush out of her bag and then listened. She could hear what sounded like a muffled question coming from below the tape, she wondered about it for a moment, and then walked toward the bathroom in her bra and panties.

Now, she pulled the curtain, turned on the water to warm, and removed her remaining clothing.

She admired herself in the mirror. She still had proud breasts, a full but pleasantly flat tummy, and those gorgeous legs. She reached up and massaged both of her breasts. Her nipples were hard and jutting. Again she used the palm of her hand for a few moments before feeling a light pleasure below her tummy and then felt it traveling the length of her body.

Though she’d been married for awhile, her husband and she were both too busy, or one of them had a fertility problem, because they still had no children. The problem was not a lack of sex, drive or the spirit to try – – they each had plenty to spare.

She checked the guy in the chair, and then she stepped over the edge of the tub and under the warm shower spray. She lathered herself well, enjoying the touch of the soft warm spray on her body. Then she removed the hand shower from its clip and used it to rinse, paying special attention to her ‘private’ parts. She felt the directed spray on those parts and nearly climaxed several times—she wondered if any man’s hands could ever be that gentle. When she was rinsed, she turned off the water, pulled back the curtain and climbed over the edge.

She wrapped a towel around her body while standing on the warm floor mat. She took the brush and brushed her teeth, and then finished drying her body with the towel. She moistened a washcloth and took it with her.

When she returned to the room, he was still sitting there. It looked like he might have tried to rock or turn over the chair – – he wasn’t successful and now sat meekly in submission. She walked behind him, grabbed the back of the chair and tilted it backward until it lay on the floor.

Next, she pulled the Glock from its holder and slapped his male member lightly. She placed its smooth coolness against it, stroked it softly with the side of the barrel, and it began to rise. She marveled at its size and girth. She stroked it with the Glock and told him what she held in her hand and how easy it would be to neuter him with it. She grasped it softly and stroked it with her hand this time. When she’d decided that he was ready, she told him that she was about to remove the tape from his mouth, but she warned him that if he made a sound she would shoot off his manhood. Likewise, she told him that his job was to make her happy and keep her happy. If he didn’t she warned, she would also use it to remove his manhood. When she asked if he understood, he slowly nodded yes, and she removed the tape from his mouth. While there, she verified that the tape on his eyes was still in place.

He asked why he was there, he reminded her that she’d said something about a security violation, he’d never done anything wrong, he … But then, she pushed the Glock against him, and kneeled to mount his face. She checked to make certain that he could breathe and then told him he’d better get started. Hesitantly he began to kiss her, and feeling the smoothness of her freshly shaved lips he began to get more interested. He kissed her and moved his head to stroke her with his lips and tongue. She began to move in an effort to help him. Now, he parted her lips with his tongue and continued to stroke. The limited forward and backward motion of his head caused him to begin moving side to side. She was climaxing and paused a moment before realizing the problem. She turned slightly so that he could move his head and tongue in a more nearly, natural way. She told him to proceed and noticed that he too was aroused. She reached down and began fondling him, cupping him and then slowly stroking him, in reward for his attentions. She felt him go more rigid, he pulsed and throbbed from her attention. She was in ecstasy over his wonderfully large, warm tongue and lips. She climaxed, and then climaxed and climaxed. Again and again his tongue was satisfying her. Finally, she had to break away and lay beside him her head opposite his wonderfully narrow hips and slim buttocks. It took her a few moments to regain her breath.

When she looked up at him, she noticed that his erection hadn’t changed; he was quiet but still stiff as a ramrod. Ramrod she thought was a word that fit it. Slowly bahçelievler escort she lifted her head and leaned over him. She reached for the moistened washcloth, raised the shirt and tee-shirt, and washed him completely. When she finished, even though the cloth was cold, he was still hard. She placed the cloth on his bare abdomen, and bent over closer. She brushed him with her tongue, and tasted him before beginning the serious effort of satisfying him.

She used her fingers and traced the soft sack and balls that formed his virility. She teased him with her tongue. Again and again, she ran her tongue all over him from the inside of one thigh up and over to the other thigh. Finally, she ran her tongue over his sack and kissed his balls. She sucked one and then the other into her mouth and massaged them lightly with her tongue and mouth. He was breathing heavily and beginning to move his hips. She moved up to his manhood with her lips and placed a hand around the base of it. As she stroked it with her tongue his breathing rate, again, increased and she could hear the air being inhaled and expelled. His hips were bucking wildly. She rode his writhing hips and followed every movement with her hand and tongue. She circled the sensitive head with her tongue, while enjoying effort nearly as much as he was. Sensing that he was nearly ready, she plunged her lips around it and sucked him into her mouth. She massaged him with the cheeks, tongue and roof of her mouth. She slipped it in and out, each stroke she sucked it deeper than the previous stroke.

She was pulling as much suction as she could and felt him at the entrance to her throat. Keeping this maximum stroke, she increased the rate of movement and felt a yearning in her tummy. The yearning and longing continued to build and she was vaguely aware of the pulsing in her mouth. Finally, he exploded and a warm cream filled her mouth and ran down her throat. She swallowed, and swallowed and the third spasm caused her to climax also. She rode him, and swallowed everything he expelled. She felt her own warm juices running down the inside of her leg. She climaxed longer than he did, while continually feeling a deep satisfaction warming her from the inside. The juice was streaming from her and soaking into the rug.

Completely exhausted, she collapsed her head to the floor. It took them several minutes to begin breathing normally.

As she began to focus on the situation, she looked over at him and noticed that he too was more relaxed. They had been in the room for about ninety minutes and she realized that the evening was rapidly coming to an end—she’d have to get this guy back to his car before someone noticed his car and went looking for him.

It took a massive effort to rise, but she managed it and then reached over to see if she could arouse him. As she touched him, it sprang to life again. She commented to him that he had performed to her greatest expectations. This news served to arouse him again and he was as hard as before. Three times in ninety minutes? This guy’s drive nearly matched her own. She wanted him and wanted to release him satisfied.

She told him to lay still and then mounted him. She reached down and pulled him back and forth across her clit until they were each lubricated. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him. He fit perfectly and she could feel him filling her as she continued to rock back and forth. There was a mutual pleasure building and he too struggled to raise his hips in a movement and direction opposite hers. She heard him whisper that this was fantastic. This further excitement caused her to double her efforts. They continued for several minutes during which she climaxed several times. When she felt him about to explode, she stopped stroking and plunged him deep and rocked back and forth rapidly. This change in motion, opposite to what might have been expected, only caused him to climax more quickly, more deeply, and more fully than ever before. She felt the warmth filling her and she was over the edge – – a heavy moan escaped her lips.

She leaned over and her naked breasts lay beside his head. He turned his head, blindly found a nipple and pulled it into his mouth. He moved his head in circles and rocked it back in forth while maintaining a strong suction and rapid movement of his tongue. He was out of breath but managed to occasionally inhale through his nose. Finally, she moved and placed the other breast between his lips.

She wanted to climax even once more, but looked at her wristwatch and noticed the time. Slowly she climbed off and began to wash him once more. When she’d finished, she got up, staggered into the bathroom and cleaned herself.

Exiting the bathroom, she dressed quickly and then gathered his clothes. She untaped his ankles and lifted the back of the chair until he was sitting normally. She helped him stand, raised one foot at a time and pulled on his pants and briefs. After rezipping them and fastening his belt. She combed his hair with her fingers. He was still wearing his coat and it looked like it was in need of serious pressing to remove the wrinkles. She reached up and kissed him heavily on the lips and gave him one last squeeze of his crotch. She apologized for abducting him, but was now glad she did. She told him briefly how great he was as a lover, and then opened the door into the cool evening.

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This is the last of 6 separate stories that was taken from a much larger piece. They take place on the same day, at the same time, during the same snow storm. Since each is a story all its own, it doesn’t matter which one you read first. WK

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Kevin Stockton made his way through the sometimes blinding snow and stepped over three foot high drifts. “You better be fucking home, Marcel, or so help me I’ll kick your ass,” he muttered as he stepped into another large drift and snow made it to the inside of his boot.

Walking up to the front door, her almost slipped and fell down the five cement steps when he hit a patch of ice at the top. Ringing the doorbell, he stood bouncing from foot to foot in the frigid air as he looked around at the surrounding houses. It seemed like everyone who would normally be gone to work or school at this time, was staying home. He was just about to ring the doorbell once more, when he heard the locks being worked on the inside.

“Hey Gail,” he waved, “is Marcel around?”

Gail Monet was 32 and slightly plump, with reddish brown hair and a very cute face. The problem with her getting dates was the fact that she was slightly overweight and she also was blind in her left eye. Although she tried not to show it, she had a slight crush on Kevin, mostly because he didn’t make fun of her like everyone else did. Even though he was 9 years younger than her, she still could see herself dating him.

Opening the door slightly so Kevin could hear her, she shook her head. “Nah, him and my dad are stuck at my grandmother’s house. They went over there early this morning to get her snow blower working, and this storm came up rather quick and stranded them there.”

Kevin hung his head and sighed. “Well, as long as I’m here, you might as well give me a shovel so I can take care of some of this mess for you. I almost broke my ass on this patch of ice,” he told her as he scraped his foot over the small but thick patch.

“Stuffs in the garage,” she smiled slightly. Thanks.”

When Kevin finished an hour later, he was sweaty, tired and hungry, and knew he had at least another twenty minute walk back home. Normally, the walk would have taken him less than eight minutes, but with the storm being what it was, however, it was going to be longer.

He had just finished putting the shovel and ice chopper away, when the garage door opened and Gail poked her head out. “Thank you so much!” she smiled. “Why don’t you come in for awhile and get dried off and warmed up. I’ll make you some soup or something.”

The concept of walking back home sweaty and hungry appealed to him as much as cutting off his own nuts at that point. So, with a tired smile, he agreed. As soon as he stepped into the room, the warmth of the house engulfed him and he smiled and sighed.

“Go ahead and take off your stuff,” she told him, handing him a towel. I’ll go see what Marcel has in his closet that’ll fit you, so we can get your clothes dried up.” Before he could reply, she was already walking up the stairs.

She returned a few minutes later with a sweat shirt and a pair of sweat pants for him, and, although she wanted to stay to watch him get changed, she instead told him to just come up to the kitchen when he was ready. After getting out of the cold, wet things as quickly as possible, he made his way up to the kitchen, where Gail was just pouring a few packages of soup into a pan of boiling water.

“Feel better?” she asked as she smiled at him.

“Much,” he said, returning her smile. He had always thought she was cute, however, given their age difference, he figured that she wouldn’t even consider dating him. That, and that fact that she was such a nice person and he would only be dating her for a piece of ass made him feel a little guilty.

“So what are your plans for this wonderful snow day?” he asked, rubbing his hands together briskly.

What she had planned to do was take a long hot bath and curl up with a few of her favorite toys and make herself achieve as many orgasms as humanly possible. It was very rare that she had any time to spend alone, and had to resort to pleasuring herself quietly each night before bed. This was one of those special occasions where she would allow herself to let loose, and she had to şerifali escort admit she was slightly disappointed that it wasn’t going to happen.

“I was going to take a nice hot bath, and then go curl up with a good book,” she lied. “I have to admit, though, having you here for company is a lot better than that.”

“Really?” he asked, a little astonished. “I would have thought you’d rather be alone. I know you get so little time to yourself in this house.”

Smiling, Gail nodded. “That’s true, but when you’re in a house always full of people coming and going and still don’t get noticed, it sort of gets to you. It’s nice to actually have a conversation with someone.”

“You’re an adorable woman, Gail,” he smiled, his face reddening. “How come you don’t have a boyfriend?”

She stood back and raised her arms. “It’s a little obvious, isn’t it? She replied a touch of bitterness in her voice. “I’m overweight and I’m blind in one eye. Those two factors alone are enough to kill a man’s desires, even if it was only for a one night stand. Most guys want a skinny, big breasted supermodel to show off to the world and tell them, “Look and see what I have’, rather than have a chunky, half blind woman with little tits.”

“I like little tits,” he said quickly, suddenly regretting it. “Sorry,” he apologized even quicker. “That was uncalled for.”

Gail giggled and waved him off. “Don’t worry about it, Hon,” she told him. “One out of three isn’t bad.”

“What do you mean?” he asked. “I don’t think you’re all that much overweight, and you being blind in one eye has nothing to do with anything, really.” He then gave her a small shrug. “It’s what’s inside that counts,” he finished.

“You’re just saying that because you’ve never seen me naked,” she sighed. “Trust me, a couple of small rolls of fat and a bunch of ‘harpoon’ scars are a big turnoff to a man.”

“Let me see,” he replied, not really sure where all this sudden bravery was coming from. “Let me see you naked, and I’ll be the judge of that.”

Gail’s face went suddenly crimson at the same time her crotch went suddenly wet. “Let me get this straight. You want me to strip naked so you can see my fat and harpoon scars?”

“There not harpoon scars, Gail,” he protested honestly. “C’mon. You shouldn’t beat yourself up about crap like that.”

“Well,” she replied, her voice suddenly becoming soft, “almost 99.9% of the male population doesn’t think the way you do. I have to admit though, it is very flattering.” She then turned and tended to the soup, and after turning the knob to simmer, she held up her index finger. “I’ll be right back.

She returned a few minutes later wearing a pale blue terrycloth robed. The redness in her face and the shy way she walked told him that she had done it. She was naked beneath her robe. Jus the thought of it made his cock start to stiffen. “Are you sure you want to see this before you eat?” she joked softly. “It might be better to have something in your stomach for you to throw up.”

“Stop it, already,” he protested again, a little softer this time. Then he waved her over. “Come here. If you don’t wanna do it, I’d be more than happy to do it for you.”

“No, that’s ok,” she replied, nervously taking a step back. She paused for a long moment, staring directly into his brown eyes before suddenly letting out a long breath and pulling the robe open.

As he had thought, Gail was nowhere near as bad as she saw herself. Yes, there were a few stretch marks on her body, however her belly protruded only slightly, and he could see no signs of cellulite on her hips. He guessed her breasts were slightly smaller than C cups, capped very nicely with large, dark pink nipples, and although her legs were together, he could see very little hair between her legs. “Hot damn,” he replied softly. “Now drop the robe and turn around for me.”

After hesitating once more, Gail did as she was asked, slowly turning her naked body around for him. “This is the kind of body a woman gets, after years of marriage and having children,” she protested, almost sounding like she wanted to cry. “Men don’t want a woman already at this stage to begin with. It can only get worse from here.”

When Kevin silivri escort stood up to walk to her, she let out a small, nearly silent gasp when she realized that he was hard, and it was pressing against the sweats he was wearing. The fact that she had caused a man to get hard like that, turned her on to the max.

“What…what are you doing?” It was supposed to be a question, however, it came out as a lusty whisper.

“Something that I’ve wanted to do for a very long time,” he replied softly. Taking her face in his hands, he kissed her, softly at first, and then with increasing passion. The longer and deeper they kissed, the louder and throatier her moans became.

“I…I need to shower. Will you take one with me?” His hard cock had been poking her in the crotch as they had kissed, and her legs were weak and shaking.

“I think that could be arranged,” he smiled.

Gail lost count of the little orgasms she had while they showered. The way Kevin soaped and washed her body for her, the loving way he massaged every inch of her and the way he even washed her hair, made her believe that he really did like her.

“Tell me what you like,” he said as they toweled off. She was a little disappointed that he had lost some of his erection, but she was hopeful that she could help him get it back. “Tell me what you’re used to.”

“You mean for sex?” she asked. Smiling, Kevin nodded. “I’m used to one night stands,” she replied quietly. “Well, more like 2 or three hour stands. A guy would take me out and do just enough to make me want to sleep with him, and then in a half hour or so, he was done and suddenly had to go. I never hear from any of them again.”

“What did you allow them to do to you?” They were now walking slowly, hand in hand to her bedroom, however, she didn’t continue until they were on the bed together.

“Anything they wanted, really,” she told him. “I mean, I know it sounds slutty, but I thought if I did that for them, they would want to come back”

“But that would mean they were only coming back for sex,” he replied as he let his fingers gently trail over her entire body.

“That didn’t matter. They would come back. It would mean that I had at least a little something worthwhile to come back for.” The more he caressed her body, the harder it was for her to talk.

“Did you suck their cocks?” he whispered as he began to nibble and suck her large nipples.

“Yes,” she breathed, although if it was because of what he was doing to her or in answer to the question, he didn’t know.

“Did they eat your pussy?” he asked softly, brushing his lips against hers teasingly.

“Only one did,” she answered, a little of the passion gone from her voice. “He made me cum so hard when he did. He also tried to put it in my ass, but it hurt way too much.”

“What about doggie style and you being on top?” His fingers were now trailing dangerously close to her overheated pussy, and the tingling feeling he was leaving on her inner thighs wherever he touched, had her juices seeping down the crack of her ass.

“Again, only once, same guy. I really thought he was at least a second dater,” she replied sadly.

“Now tell me, what would you like to do? What do you want me to do to you?” He was staring directly into her green eyes, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke.

“Anything,” she panted. “Everything! I just want to know if you’ll come back.”

Chuckling softly, he let the tip of his nose brush against hers. “Baby, if you’ll have me, I want you to consider yourself off the market.”

Gail let out a squeal as she began to cry uncontrollably. When she felt his raging hard on pressing against her thigh, she lost all control. Still crying, she grunted as she pushed him over on his back, and then swung her leg over him.

She was so soaking wet at that point, neither of them had to guide him into her. She simply lowered her soaked quim onto his throbbing meat, and he slid into her like a hot knife through butter.

Kevin had been with some amazing women in the few years he had been sexually active, however, Gail topped them all. It felt as if her pussy was made for his cock, it was such a perfect fit. He loved the way she moaned, cried şirinevler escort and the filthy little things she said as she rode him. “Hang on,” he panted. “I want to roll us over!”

Clamping her trembling legs against him as tightly as she could, she let out a little giggle as he rocked them a few times before finally reversing their positions. Once there, he sat back until only the head of his cock was inside her. He then pushed her legs up and open, marveling at the way her plump, bald snatch looked. “Sorry,” he panted as he dislodged himself from her. “But, I’ve got to eat that pussy!”

She was coming even before his mouth came in contact with her hyper slit. In a matter of moments, she was bucking and grinding her hot pussy against his face and tongue. As soon as his tongue started to swirl slowly around her engorged clit, she started to squirt. Gushes of hot, tangy liquid shot from her frothy pussy, until she cried “No more!” and pushed his dripping face from between her legs. She barely had time to catch her breath when she suddenly felt his cock sliding back into her.

Again she came, her hot juices soaking them both. She was drooling and mucus was running from her nose. “Roll over and get that sweet pussy of yours in the air,” he commanded, and Gail complied as quickly as her convulsing body would allow her to.

Kevin wasted no time in ramming his meat into her gaping gash, almost laughing at the noises that he heard as he slid in and out of her. On a whim, he let the palm of his hand connect with one of her jiggling ass cheeks. When he did, Gail let out a grunting cry, and gripped the sheets as her pussy clamped down on his cock. “Harder!” she cried hoarsely as she ground herself into him.

He complied, spanking each cheek until they were rosy red with his hand prints. It was then that he slid his middle finger into her ass. Gail froze for a moment, and then let out a gut wrenching howl that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

When she was finally able to move, she began to slam her ass against his pelvis, as once again, her hot juices bathed and coated the two of them. When she could take no more, she let out a loud wail as she lurched forward and collapsed on the bed.

With a trembling hand, she pointed at her nightstand. “Top drawer,” she panted. “Blue vibrator, condoms. Get them.”

“I love how big your clit is,” he told her as he held the blue vibrator up to look at it, noticing it was almost exactly the same size as he was.

“I love what you were doing to it,” she replied weakly. “I love how you sucked and nibbled it.”

“What do you want me to do with this?” he asked as he waved the blue gel cock at her.

“Put the condom on, and then put the vibrator in my pussy. I want your cock in my ass.” When she was done speaking, she rolled herself back over and back into position.

Once he slipped the condom on, he slid himself back into her for a few strokes, making sure to get himself properly lubricated. He then slid the phony phallus all over her soaked slit before slipping it into her quivering box.

After looking at the position she was in, he decided it wasn’t going to work, at least not at that point in time. “Why don’t you get on your back again?” he suggested. “This way I can push those sexy legs of yours up nice and high, and then have you work the vibrator while I work your ass.”

It took a little time, but once Kevin was firmly lodged in her tight asshole, Gail relaxed and began to moan. “Holy shit,” she whined as he slid in and out of her. It had felt so good, she almost forgot to put the vibrator in. In a matter of moments, she was once again spraying her hot juices all over them. When she started coming this time, her asshole clamped down almost painfully on his throbbing cock, causing a sensation that proved to be his undoing.

“Come with me!” he grunted, as jet after hot jet of steamy cum filled the condom to overflowing. He had cum so much; the pearly liquid was matted in his thick brown pubic hair by the time he collapsed next to her.

“How ya doin?” he asked several hours later. They had both literally passed out, and were now just coming awake. It was pitch black outside, and a check of the alarm clock said it was well past 9 PM.

“Sore,” she replied hoarsely. It was dark in the room, and even though he couldn’t see it, he could tell she was smiling. “Did you mean it, Kevin?” she whispered, her voice close to tears. “Did you mean it when you said you wanted me to be yours?”

Rolling over with a soft groan, Kevin slid his arms around her. “Every word,” he replied, kissing her softly.

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Roger pushed the remote button and his garage door started its descent. He reversed the black Audi sedan down the driveway, pulled into the road in front of his home, put the car in drive and set off for work. Normally he would listen to music or a podcast on the 40 minute drive to the office. But this morning his mind was otherwise occupied. He was expecting something, or rather someone, to visit his office today.

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Roger was 35 years old, married with 2 children. He lived the prototypical small town American life. He worked as a successful financial planner in the nearby city, but lived in his hometown where he grew up and graduated from high school. Susan was his high school sweetheart. They were an exclusive couple from age 15, a perfect match for one another. He was an athlete who excelled in the classroom; she was a dancer that won popular elections at school.

After high school they moved in together while Roger attended college. Susan found work at a real estate office, Roger lucked into a great position with a large financial firm near the university.

By the time he graduated he was already managing several significant accounts, and his bosses learned to trust him with clients who were investing large sums of money. He excelled at his job, and she at hers. Neither of them were incredibly social. If their jobs required it they would make an appearance at corporate events, but otherwise they preferred to keep to themselves. They’d been together for so long, they really didn’t need anyone else.

When they turned 28, Susan starting talking about starting a family. Roger took the hint, and soon after he proposed. He knew Susan had wanted to get married for a little while now, but it had seemed unnecessary to him until the idea of adding kids to the relationship had been brought up.

He still remembered how beautiful she looked the night they were married. Her long brown hair was done up in some intricate style that took hours to finish. Her tanned shoulders were bare, the upper portion of her dress tight and form-fitting, the lower half flowing with a long train. Susan was a beautiful woman with an athletic shape. Her eyes and smile were striking, her complexion perfect. Though they were hidden under her dress, her legs were long and toned, a beautiful bronze shade that was a mix of Susan’s natural color and the sun’s painting from her hours of running and playing outside.

Roger’s favorite feature of Susan’s body had always been her incredible ass, full and firm, accentuated always by her flat abs and small hips. Under her strapless wedding dress she wore a strapless bra that gave “the girls” a nice push together and upward. Susan was a natural 34B; as Roger put it, “Just enough to keep me interested.” They were married on a beach near San Diego, seemingly glowing as the sun set behind the ocean as they finished their vows.

They spent that wedding night in a beach-side villa, not far from the ceremony. They had long had a great connection in the bedroom. Susan emerged from the bathroom in a cream, spaghetti strap lingerie dress that was just long enough to cover her ass. Roger slid off the bed where he’d been waiting and stood, wearing only his boxers, and caressed her shoulders. He leaned in and kissed her neck; her head leaned into his, resting on him as he gently kissed her more.

Her hands rested on his chest. She loved Roger’s build. He was a sturdy 6’2″ and kept himself in impeccable shape. He wasn’t a bodybuilder by any means, but knew his way around the local gym and spent enough time there to build up strong shoulders and a broad chest. He stretched his strong arms behind her, linked them under her butt, and smoothly lifted her off the ground.

She wasn’t wearing a bra under her lingerie. As he lifted her his kisses moved from her neck, to her collarbone, and down her chest. Her dress was loose enough he used his chin to slide it aside, revealing her left breast. The strap slid down her arm as his lips touched the top of her perfect mound. He eventually found her nipple, nibbling softly with his teeth, and then flicking with his tongue rapidly. Susan’s head rolled back, a quiet moan escaped her lips.

Roger moved his arms so each hand cupped her ass, instead of her resting on his forearms. He squeezed each cheek, savoring the feel of the soft, supple skin. As his hands fondled Susan’s firm ass, his mouth continued to work her left breast and nipple. By now her nipple was fully extended, being sucked with surprising pressure into Roger’s mouth. Her legs had been resting on his hips, allowing him to hold the majority of her weight, but now she wrapped around him tightly, squeezing her crotch as close to his body as she could.

As Susan’s legs tightened around his torso, Roger pulled his mouth away from her breast. He still gripped her ass in each hand, and her hands still clasped around the back of his neck. Their eyes met, both grinned sly smiles, and then Susan pulled herself sancak escort toward him and softly kissed his lips.

He parted his lips and she plunged her tongue inside. She had always loved how perfect Roger’s teeth were, so straight and white. She rubbed her tongue along the surfaces of his teeth, and then bit his bottom lip between hers. The hairs on his arms stood on end, as his arousal deepened. He thought to slide his right hand slightly, moving it close enough for his finger to push against Susan’s asshole, but he knew she wouldn’t approve so he pushed the impulse aside.

Instead he slowly lowered her down his body until her feet touched the floor. He grabbed the right strap of her lingerie and moved it down her arm. It made its way over her naked breasts, both nipples providing the last resistance before the small silk fabric dropped to the floor.

Susan wore a small black thong. Roger knelt on the floor and started to drag the thong down her legs. She stepped out of it as it reached the floor, and stood in front of him completely naked.

On his knees he was eye level with her pussy, an inverted triangle of hair above the slit between her legs. He slid his hands up the outside of her legs until they reached her hips. He reached his left hand around to her ass and massaged it, and at the same time moved his right hand between her legs. She adjusted her stance, spreading her feet farther apart, granting him easier access to her pussy. His cock was hardening, and he wasn’t sure he had it in him to offer much foreplay.

As he probed her slit with his forefinger and felt how moist she already was he knew it wouldn’t be necessary. He slid his finger inside her, plunged it deep down to his knuckle, and then repeated the action a few times before adding his middle finger as well. His thrusts were much more rapid than Susan expected, and she moaned her approval.

They were close enough to the bed that she raised her right foot and rested it on top of the bed. Roger continued his finger thrusting as he leaned over to kiss and lick the inside of her thigh. Her hands first tussled his hair, before both were raised up to her breasts, squeezing and kneading her nipples. By now her hips were rocking back and forth, enjoying the sensation his fingers were providing.

Rapidly and somewhat surprisingly, Roger pushed his fingers in as deep as he could and then removed them one last time right before standing, and in a swift but comfortable motion he lifted Susan off the floor again and placed her back onto the bed. He peeled his boxers off, and allowed his now hard cock to spring to life. His dick was nearly 8″ long when erect, and fairly thick. The head was large, with a significant ridge separating it from the shaft. He held the cock with his right hand and placed it between Susan’s legs.

She was so wet he had no difficulty driving it deep into her pussy on his first thrust. She gasped, exhaled, and then gripped the edge of the bed to keep in place. She had seen this show before and knew what was coming next. Roger started his thrusts, each one seemingly faster and harder than the last.

It wasn’t long before Susan’s body was trembling from sheer pleasure, as he drove her harder and farther up the bed with his thrusts. The wetness of her cunt emitted an arousing sloshing sound as his dick moved in and out. The scent of sex filled the room, a powerful aphrodisiac that seemed to fuel Roger’s energy. Harder and faster, he kept burying his cock between her legs, his grunts being met by her moans. He knew there would be ample sex over the next week on their honeymoon, so he felt no obligation to make this encounter anything more than the basic fucking it was turning out to be.

He continued his thrusts, his abs tightening and sweat beading across his chest. He looked at Susan’s chest, her breasts bounding up and down as her body followed his. His right hand clamped on top of her shoulder, wanting to pull her down to create even more force as he drove his dick deep inside her. His left hand reached her chest and fondled wildly at her breasts.

The pace hadn’t let up. His legs were feeling fatigue, his lower back getting tight from the exertion. He could tell from experience that Susan was reaching her climax; he wanted to cum inside her at the same time. He closed his eyes, and like an athlete looking for that last bit of energy to finish off a big play, he moved his hips even faster.

“Oh God!” she exclaimed, followed by a piercing scream as her orgasm coursed through her body. Every muscle in her body tensed, including around his cock. He could feel the tightness of her pussy increase, which along with her reaction to her orgasm was just enough to push him over the edge. He grabbed her hips, lifted her slightly off the mattress, and pulled her in as he shoved his dick deep one last time. It felt like he had a firehose attached dumping all of his cum inside her pussy. He sarıyer escort collapsed on top of her.

That was sex, in a nutshell, for Roger and Susan. They were compatible, they had sex often, and they generally had wonderful orgasms. Susan seemed to be perfectly fulfilled with their level of intimacy. They both stayed in great shape, Susan even after having two kids. Their family seemed perfect. And maybe it was.

But Roger couldn’t escape the feeling that there was something more. He knew he shouldn’t complain. He had a beautiful wife who often seemed to match his libido, and he had buddies who would’ve killed for that. But while Susan loved sex, and rarely denied him, there were certain things that he wanted to try but she refused.

Anal sex? Never. Oral sex? Only on very special occasions, and even then, it wouldn’t last long because Susan didn’t like to take very much of his penis in her mouth, and as soon as she tasted any pre-cum she wanted to stop. Experimenting with sex positions or having intercourse in risky places? Nope. Even talk of completely shaving her pussy or getting a boob job were met with negative reactions from Susan.

Most people might’ve considered her a prude. Roger just knew her as someone that had grown up in a small, conservative town with a conservative family where sex had been a taboo topic. He still loved her deeply, but lately his thoughts had been wandering more, considering “What if…?” questions about their intimacy and how good it would feel to have a wife that would go down on him freely, that would really suck his cock and love doing it. Or someone that was open to experimenting, trying new things. In the past he’d have similar thoughts and would immediately push them away. Lately he dwelt on them more, letting them fester and grow. And one day while that was happening in his office, there was a knock at the his door.

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“Hi, Roger! How are you? Long time no see.”

Roger was startled to see her in the doorway. “Wow! Abbie, long time indeed. Come in, please.”

Abbie great up in the same town and went to the same high school as Roger and Susan. They’d never really run in the same circles, but in a town as small as Oakville everyone knew everyone and paths crossed all of the time.

“I hope you don’t mind me popping over. I was just in Steve’s office down the hall and your name came up. I had no idea you worked here. Steve has been doing my investing for me for a while now. It’s great to see you. How have you been? And how’s Susan?”

She looked great. Abbie had always been pretty, and she hadn’t changed much at all since high school. Her brown hair rested a few inches past her shoulders, hanging in loose curls. She had light brown eyes, a very thin nose, and large mouth. Her smile had always been wide, and in high school Roger had almost thought it an odd feature that diminished her beauty. On this day it only seemed to accentuate how pretty she was.

She was wearing a loose fitting red blouse, with the top two buttons undone. She had charcoal gray slacks on. Via social media Roger knew that Abbie worked as a pharmaceutical rep and she looked every bit the part: beautiful young lady, dressed professionally, drug companies pay her to go into doctor offices and flirt with the docs a bit so they prescribe the drugs she endorses to their patients. Seeing her standing in front of him, he knew he’d fall for the trick if he was a doctor.

“I’m good. We’re good. I’m just working here, as you know now, and Susan has been staying at home with our two kids back in Oakville. Did I see on Instagram that you are back in Oakville too?”

“Yes,” she replied. “After my divorce, I tried to make things work on my own, but my job requires too much traveling and it was hard to make it work as a single mom. So I’m back in Oakville, staying in my parents’ basement so my mom can help with my son when I’m gone. It hasn’t been so bad being back; lots of things, and people, I actually missed.”

She came forward and sat in the chair in front of Roger’s desk, crossing her legs and smiling at him. She was very thin, probably thinner than when she was a teenager. She moved and spoke confidently. He kept watching her mouth while she talked and then as she smiled. Her lips had a lush red lipstick on, looked full and…inviting? Her presence in his office seemed to make him uneasy. Not uncomfortable, but he sat up differently in his seat, almost scooting to the edge of his chair to get closer to Abbie.

“We’ve actually been quite happy to be back in Oakville. It isn’t quite the same town as it was 15 years ago. Lots of new people. But we’ve been able to spend time with old friends, and it is nice to be close to family. I hope it works out well for you, Abbie.” His eyes drifted from her lips to her eyes, and then down her neck. He followed the lines of her open blouse, down to about her mid-chest where the first sefaköy escort button was done up. He caught himself and quickly shifted his eyes back up to meet hers.

“Hey, no worries if you’re busy. But it is almost 1:00. I’m headed for a quick bite. Want to join me?” she asked. Her grin grew, flashing her perfect smile and wide mouth.

“Um, I don’t know. I’m, uh, not too busy right now I guess. What did you have in mind?”

They took her car down the block to a small corner sandwich shop. As they ate they talked about high school, college, raising kids, and Susan. Abbie and Susan hadn’t been great friends, but they had performed on the dance team together, and Abbie had gone a few double dates with Roger and Susan. Their conversation came easy. They laughed often, and didn’t have much dead space to fill with awkward small talk. Abbie said she had been divorced three years now, and while she dated from time to time, her busy schedule as a working mom made it difficult to really get to know anyone. Her next comment caught Roger off guard.

“To be honest, I’m in a bit of a dry spell, if you know what I mean. I’m not the type to pick a guy up at a bar and go home with him for a little hanky panky. So that ends up meaning my needs are long overdue in being met.”

She laughed. Roger laughed, and then surprised himself as he didn’t skip a beat and replied, “C’mon, Abbie. I believe that you’re struggling to find a man, and to have your “needs met”, about as much as I believe the sun isn’t going to come up tomorrow. You look fantastic. You could have any man in this place, or my office, tomorrow if you wanted.”

“Any?” she retorted with a raised eyebrow and sneaky grin.

“Well, maybe any non-married man,” Roger backtracked a bit. He’d had one beer during lunch, so he knew it wasn’t an alcohol buzz he was feeling. But he felt oddly happy right then as he looked across the table at Abbie.

She had smiled broadly at him, took a long draw on her own bottle, and then ran a hand through her hair before tossing her hair to her other shoulder. He finally let his mind really go, after holding it back ever since she walked into his office. He let himself think about making love to her, picturing what she had on under her blouse and slacks, and wondering if she really had been missing sex for a while.

Before she dropped him off at his office, they exchanged numbers, promising to get together again soon, maybe at Roger’s house so Abbie could catch up with Susan. Before Roger even got up the elevator to his office he got a text from Abbie: “Great to see you! You looked fantastic, as always. Until next time…” and then a winky emoji.

He stared at his phone, his mind foggy, not able to focus on much else as he went back to the daydreaming he’d done during lunch. He pictured her in a white bra and boy shorts, the bra covering her small breasts with her nipples pushing against the padded material. He sat at his desk and rubbed his cock through his pants. His thoughts drifted to her smile, that wide smile, and her red lips…and soon his eyes were closed, his hand squeezing his dick, and his mind conjuring up a scene with Abbie under his desk swallowing the full shaft of his penis in her mouth.

That was the last straw. He stood up, made sure his growing erection wasn’t too obvious through his slacks, and made his way to the bathroom. He locked the stall door behind him, removed his cock and rubbed one out while daydreaming of Abbie, her mouth, and what amazing things she would be willing to do in the bedroom.

He got back to his desk and replied to her text: “I’m glad you stopped in. You looked as good as you ever have; don’t know how you ladies do it after having kids. Thanks for a great lunch. Let’s do it again sometime.” He felt an inkling to ask her to text pics. He’d asked Susan to send pics to him before while he was working, something of her in the shower, or in her underwear. But she shot the idea down, worried too much that someone else might see it. She probably wasn’t worried about that at all, and just used it as an excuse to not do something she considered too provocative. Maybe he would just need to get them from someone else…

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Susan climbed off Roger, having just ridden his dick to a satisfying orgasm. As she walked away from the bed he eyed her naked body. She really did look amazing. Her butt was still in great shape; maybe just a bit more plump and soft than before she had her kids, but he had meant what he texted to Abbie. He was amazed at women that could have children, go through all of those body changes, and then still get back into incredible shape. Her mild hourglass figure was still intact, with small shoulders and hips but she was so trim across her midsection it still gave that perfect female figure.

His penis was getting limp as Susan was in the bathroom cleaning up from the cum he had deposited inside her. He had tried to keep his mind focused on Susan during intercourse but it had been impossible. As Susan had stripped his clothes off, he pictured Abbie doing it instead, imagining that she would have worked his cock into a full erection with her mouth, instead of just her hand as Susan had done. As she rode him in the cowgirl position, he rubbed her breasts but wondered how Abbie’s would feel differently.

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I met him on Twitter. I commented in a flirty way on one of his posts and he flirted back, immediately calling me “Princess”. We continued back and forth for a bit via comments, then we moved to DM’s and spoke in innuendos. Finally, he asked that we take it to our emails and that’s where the “bubble” began. We started calling it that, as it was ours, separate from anything else.

In addition to the sexy emails, we did “get to know each other” as well. He was in entertainment, lived on the other coast and was married. I’m married too, and have never even considered cheating in any way, so this was just a fun little “side activity” for both of us.

In the beginning, we would just exchange naughty stories but then, as the months went on, we would have email “exchanges” while we were at work. Sometimes I would sneak off to the executive washroom and masterbate to these very hot scenarios he presented, and then describe to him what I was doing. I would lean against the wall, hike my skirt up, take off my panties and stroke my clit thinking of him and the dirty things he wrote to me. Other times, when my boss wasn’t there, I would do it right at my desk.

A few weeks after we met, he let me know that they were moving to my coast, actually, very close to where I lived. During the transition, he was alone quite a lot and we were having email sex several times a week. We fantasized about meeting up, but also talked about, if we did, how “innocent” it would have to be and innocent was very far from the things we talked about in our emails. We talked about him eating my pussy until I came in his mouth, and me sucking his cock until he came down my throat. We talked about fucking on my desk at work, and in my boss’ office, in front of a window so the men in the office next door could see. We talked about fucking in his car and my car and in a bathroom in a night club.

I never thought I could get so turned on by just reading but, he was a writer, and was EXCELLENT at describing, in detail, all the things he wanted to do to me. He made me feel sexy and wanted and because of that, I started to send him sexy photos. Bikini shots, bra and panty shots and one day, I sent him a shot of me in a pair of white shorts, no panties, with the zipper undone, my tan skin showing, but nothing more. Of all the photos I sent, that one was his favorite. He said that what you can’t see is almost sexier than what you can.

We continued our email sex for the next few months, and finally, he asked me to meet for “coffee”. He didn’t really otele gelen escort mention again how innocent our meeting would need to be, so the thought excited me and made me nervous all at once. I agreed to meet him, but definitely had more than witty banter and coffee in mind. I was extremely attracted to him even though we hadn’t even talked on the phone, and from the intimate details of the things he would tell me he wanted to do to me, I was pretty sure he felt the same way.

We chose a day, time and place to meet and that whole week, I couldn’t stop thinking about what would actually happen. I carefully considered what I would wear and chose a long, straight, skirt, a low cut, lace trimmed cami and a sexy bra that I hoped would make him want to get me out of it.

We decided to meet at a Starbucks near where he was staying. So many thoughts went through my mind as I drove to meet him. Would he like me, would he want me, or would he really want it to be an innocent coffee date. And, for a brief moment, I did think he could be a serial killer and that I could end up dead, in the trunk of his car, but that was a brief, fleeting thought because for whatever reason…I trusted him.

My heart was pounding as I parked the car, got out and headed inside. When we were first emailing, I had managed to get him to send me a photo and he had also, at one point, told me that he was 6’3″ so I knew I was looking for someone tall, dark and handsome. The Starbucks was packed, but it didn’t take long to find him. Being 6’3″ he stood head and shoulders above almost everyone in the place, and he had the biggest smile on his face when he saw me. We hugged tight and long and I was so nervous, I almost tipped over when he let me go, but he caught me and steadied me on my feet. I really wanted to kiss him but, I had to wait to see if we were really “just having coffee”.

He asked if I wanted something to drink, and even though that’s what we were supposed to be there for, I was too nervous to get anything. It was crowded and loud in the Starbucks so we decided to take a walk. We made small talk as we walked for a bit and then…he asked if he could touch me (so I guess we weren’t “just having coffee”.) Looking him in the eye I said yes and he slid his hand inside the waist of my skirt. (Oh, did I mention, I wasn’t wearing any panties?) He moaned as he touched my bare skin and said, “I think I might cum right here.” Heat went straight between my legs and I was instantly pendik escort soaked. I looked down, shyly, and he asked if I wanted to go to his place. I smiled and nodded and we walked to his car. He leaned against the door with so much swagger, I wanted to fuck him right then and there. I pressed my hips against his thigh, and slowly brought my face to his. One hand went in my hair, tilting my head back, and the other dropped to, once again, run inside the waist of my skirt to grip my ass. I moaned as he angled my head to fit his mouth against mine, tongue diving inside, dueling with mine. I pulled away first because I knew if we kept kissing the way we were, we’d end up fucking right there against his car.

He was staying at a friend’s place right down the street from the Starbucks, so he got in his car and headed there. I drove myself, and he was waiting outside so he could direct me where to park. It was a quirky little apartment and his friends were out of town so we had the place to ourselves. He lead me to the couch, and we started making out. As we kissed, I straddled him and took my cami and bra off. I felt his cock jump against me as we continued to kiss. He whispered, “Do you want to go upstairs?” I smiled and nodded and moved off his lap.

He lead me to the bedroom and gently pushed me on the bed, “Lay back, Princess.” He pushed my skirt up and I reflexively parted my legs, letting his face between them. He slowly ran his tongue along my clit. Top to bottom and back again. My back arched and I began to grind against his mouth. He pressed against my knees, pushing my legs further apart and his tongue slid inside. In and out he fucked me with his tongue and I writhed as my orgasm built. He moved his tongue back to my clit, slipped a finger inside and I thought I would lose my mind. With just a few stokes I was close and the next thing I knew I was calling out his name and cumming in his mouth.

He moved next to me on the bed and kissed me, gently, letting me taste myself on his lips. I unbuttoned his shirt and pants and pulled my skirt off, leaving me naked next to him. I pressed myself against him, slid my hand down to his cock and began to stroke him…feeling him getting harder in my hand. We continued to kiss and he devoured my mouth, his tongue searching for mine, his hands running over my body. I continued to stroke him…moaning as I brought him close. I pulled away and smiled as we locked eyes and I moved down to take him in my mouth. rus escort I dragged my tongue along the shaft, from base to crown, and closed my mouth over the tip. I slid it slowly in and out, not taking my eyes off his. He moaned as he thrust his hips, fucking my mouth as his orgasm built. I took him as deep as I could and when his cock hit the back of my throat, he was done and I felt his warm cum coast down my throat.

We layed in bed, talking and touching and then began to make out again. He slid his hand between my legs and slipped a finger inside. He stroked my clit with his thumb and over and over brought me close and stopped, teasing me again and again until he finally said, “You have to ask me for it, Princess.” I’d never “asked” for an orgasm…ever…but it totally turned me on to have him in control. “God, please…PLEASE let me cum.” And with that he kissed me, and stroked one last time and I came against his hand.

We continued making out and he made me cum with his fingers and his mouth many more times as the night went on. Finally, he moved over me and as we kissed, he whispered, “Flip over on your hands and knees, Princess.” My brows furrowed because we never really talked about how far we would go and therefore, never talked about protection. He asked, “Do you trust me?” Strangely, I did, so I nodded and obediently did as he asked. He pulled my ass towards him and my breath drew in as he ran his hand through my wetness. I gasped and, as I felt his cock against my opening, moved away from him. He whispered, “It’s ok, Princess. Do you still trust me?” I nodded, and pushed my ass towards him. Again, he pressed his cock against me, sliding it back and forth through my wetness and it felt so good. We both moaned as I rocked against him and squeezed my thighs together. He pulled away and pushed me on my back, gently parting my legs with his knee. He kissed me and whispered, “I want to be inside you so bad.” I smiled, kissed him and guided him inside me. He pushed in, pulled almost all the out and back in again, and almost immediately had to pull out to cum on my belly. “Jesus, Princess. I haven’t cum that quickly in a very long time.” I loved that he was that turned on, and felt a bit smug that I made him cum so quickly.

He was leaving for a month’s vacation the next day, and it was late, so I got dressed and he walked me to my car. We kissed and he said, “Text me when you get home. Oh, and let me know that you’ve kissed “him” with that mouth that swallowed my cum.” My mouth fell open and as twisty as that was, it sent heat straight between my legs. He said, “That turned you on didn’t it?” Looking down, I blushed and nodded. He tipped my chin up, kissed me deeply, one last time, and sent me on my way.

As I drove home, I replayed the events of the evening in my head smiling to myself, but also realizing, we just went way beyond, “just having coffee”.

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Jerking the folded sheet of paper from under the magnet and unfolding it, my hand shook in anticipation. What now?

Dad,

Gone skiing with Eric. See you soon,

Love you,

Janie.

The stark emptiness of the kitchen closed in on me. I stood there, unable to digest the content of the note. I read it again. Skiing? She doesn’t ski. Eric? Something vibrated inside of my ear.

“Hello?”

“Hi,” the voice was cheerful.

“Hi,” I said, trying to sound just as cheerful to the mother of my children.

“Is Janie there? I have something to tell her?”

“Ah,…no, she’s gone skiing.”

“What? Janie doesn’t ski, why did you let her go? What time is it? When did she leave? Who did she go with?”

“Eric, she went with Eric, she left a note on the refrigerator,” I said, answering the only question that I knew the answer to.

“Eric? the boy she’s been seeing?”

“That’s what the note says, Eric.”

“It’s 5:15, that means it’s 8:15 there, are you just getting home? You are, aren’t you? I knew I shouldn’t let her go live with you.”

“We’ve been getting along fine for over a year now,” I reminded her. “It’s just since she met the boy that things have changed.”

“You’ll have to find her, where did she go? Call her, NO, I’ll call her. You just find her, don’t let her stay over night with that boy.” Helen ranted and I let her, dialing Janie’s number with my cell phone while half listening to my former wife, half not.

There was no answer. Helen heard me leaving a voice mail message, asking our daughter to please call us back, adding that her mother was also worried about her being away over night.

“Find her, bring her home!” Helen ordered before abruptly hanging up on me.

I read the note again. Where would they go? There were slopes on the outskirts of our town, far too crowded with college kids on a Friday night, all the way to Canada. ‘Canada,’ I thought. A tickling sensation entered my ear again.

“Hello?”

“Dad? Didn’t you see the note I left? It’s on the refrigerator?”

“Janie, where are you?”

“We on our way to North Conway. Eric’s family has a ski lodge there.”

“North Conway? That’s two hours from here.” I said, thinking, ‘at least it isn’t Canada.’

“Yeah, I know, we had a problem with the car, otherwise we would be there.”

“Janie, where are you now, I’ll come and get you.”

“It’s okay dad, we’re almost there.”

“Tell me where this place is, I’m coming to get you,” I said, letting my voice become harsh and urgent.

“Dad, relax, everything is fine. There’s no reason for you to come get me,” I heard my daughter scold me for getting agitated.

“Janie, give me directions and……,” there was a click and dead air.

I dialed her number and got voice mail. “Janie, I’m sorry I sounded off, please call me. I’ve got to know where you are.”

The phone rang, it was Helen again. She did most of the talking. I wasn’t able to tell her where our daughter had said she and Eric were headed. Not that I didn’t want her to know. She admonished me for not paying attention to our daughter’s needs and ridiculed me for never being there for her, even for having to work long hours.

“We had a problem with the ice, it wouldn’t freeze and there is a hockey match tonight,” giving her more information than she needed. It was then that I decided not to give her the name of the town Janie had told me they were heading to. Helen would tell the local police it was a kidnapping and make matters worse than they already were.

It all started when our older daughter got married. I bought a plane ticket and went to give her away. After five years, Helen treated me like a step child. I stayed in a motel and only saw my daughters twice during my three day stay. While talking to Janie at the reception I got the idea for her to come east to college, at the small college where I worked in southern New Hampshire. As my dependent, Janie’s tuition would be next to nothing. Living in my condo saved on room and board, cutting college expenses to a plane ticket once or twice each year to visit her mother. To my surprise, she jumped at the idea. Also to my surprise, Helen let her come, even agreeing to supply spending money.

Shedding the burden of child support, I was able to buy the condo near the college. I took the smaller bedroom to give Janie study space in the larger bathroom and walk in closet.

Everything went smoothly her freshman year. Despite my erratic work schedule, we spent time together and during the course of the school year, renewed our relationship as father and daughter. It was when she met the kid, Eric, that things changed. He is a football player in his third year. They met at the clinic where Janie works part time.

“He should have had one of the trainers look at that,” I told Janie, knowing how strict they were about player’s medical treatment.

“It’s okay dad, I did a good job, even the trainer said it would heal just fine.”

“Wait a minute, how do you know what the trainer said?”

“Eric mecidiyeköy escort came back to thank me,” Janie said, smiling smugly. From that day on, everything was Eric this and Eric that. Eric begin to come around, for help with one of his classes, so they said.

“Jocks have access to tutors,” I said, “your taking on too much responsibility, patching him up, now your helping him with a class, I don’t want you to get into trouble with the administration.”

“Relax pop, everything’s cool,” Janie said, slapping me on the shoulder. She was so cute I couldn’t help but smile and try to ease up on the subject.

Now she was on her way to a ski lodge with Eric hormones and I had an ex-wife

on my ass because of my ‘poor parenting skills.’

If I start now, I thought, I can get to North Conway by eleven. I’ll go gas up, then come back home to check for messages. While pumping gas into my truck I got to thinking, I don’t know where this place is, what if I get lost? I’ll stop and ask the police. Ask them what? Where the Eric hormones’ ski lodge is? What’s his last name, anyway?

Borden, Eric Borden, that’s it, I’ll call his parents and get directions. That may save time in the long run. Janie had said they lived west of Boston but she hadn’t said what their names were. I would go home, get on the Internet and find them. How many Bordens can there be? Narrowing that down to west of Boston I came up with 21 telephone numbers.

Between no answers and busy signals the first 10 calls yielded two households with sons named Eric Borden. One was age 3, the other one was age 52, neither available to come to the phone. The eleventh number belonged to N. Borden.

“Mrs. Borden? I’m looking for Eric Borden, age 20, he attends school…”

“What’s happened? is he all right? who is this please?”

“Mrs. Borden, I’m Nat Tucker, your son is a friend of my daughter, Janie. They are fine as far as I know.”

“Mr. Tucker, why are you calling?”

“Mrs. Borden, your son and my daughter are on their way to your ski lodge in North Conway and I…..”

“Ski lodge, we don’t have a ski lodge, we have a summer cabin on a pond, near North Conway. Who said it was a ski lodge?”

“That’s the message I got. I spoke to my daughter on the phone, she said they had had car trouble but were back on the road, before we got cut off.”

“I’ll call my son, I’ll get to the bottom of this.”

“Perhaps it would be better if your husband…..” buzzzz…the line had gone dead.

I walked around the house, thinking what to do next, waiting for news from Mrs. Borden or Janie. Even Eric, I would like to speak to him. From my room I collected a flannel shirt, long johns and high boots with two pair of socks. The door to Janie’s room was open. I peeked in. It looked like a hurricane had hit it. Various articles of clothing were strewn on the bed and on the floor, half opened draws had clothing sticking out and her desk lamp had been left on.

It dawned on me that the telephone was not going to ring, Mrs. Borden had not asked for my number. I called the number, the same voice answered.

“Perhaps it would be better if I discuss this with your husband?”

“Mr. Tucker?”

“Yes, sorry, I wasn’t thinking, I’m a little upset, I’m sure you understand?”

Her voice was soft with concern, “I understand, I’m upset too.”

“Did you reach them? What did your son say?”

“Mr. Tucker?”

“Yes?”

“There was no answer, his phone must be off,” her voice was stained, sounding weak and far away.

“Tell me where your cabin is, I’m going up there,” I said, hastily reaching for Janie’s note which I had crumpled and thrown on the table. I would write the directions on the back.

“Do you know North Conway?”

“I can find it, I have a map,” I answered, anxiously waiting for her to explain how to get to their cabin on a pond.

“You’ll never find it on your own, it’s way off the road.”

“Mrs. Borden, just give me the name of the road, the police will be able to direct me,” I was getting impatient. Checking my watch, “shit, it’s already 9:30….sorry,” I apologized for my language.

“The road doesn’t have a name, it would be too complicated to explain, even to the police.”

“Try me, I’m good with directions.” I was getting agitated, the minutes were ticking by.

“I’ll come and show you the way, it will only take me….”

“Nonsense,” I cut her off thinking that she was at least an hour and a half away.

“Mr. Tucker?”

“Yes, Mrs. Borden?”

“I’m on my way, my son may be in danger, tell me where we can meet.”

Reluctantly, I suggested an all night service station out on the highway. I gave her my cell phone number and gave her a description of my truck. “See you soon,” she said.

“Shit,” I had an hour and a half to kill, more if she got lost. I hadn’t gotten her cell phone number and she hadn’t told me what she would be driving. “Shit!”

I called an assistant to tell him I was leaving merter escort town for a few hours. I made coffee and filled a thermos. Then, with plenty of time on my hands I filled another thermos with hot chocolate, remembering that Janie has always liked hot chocolate.

The telephone rang, maybe Mrs. Borden was calling to say she was on her way.

No such luck. It was Helen.

“Haven’t you left yet?” Now that’s a dumb question, I thought.

“I’m waiting for Mrs. Border, she said I wouldn’t be able to find it by myself.”

“Na..than..iel! Why are you waiting for her? She lives in Massachusetts!”

“I told you, so she can show me where the place is. But…How do you know where she lives?”

“Because I talk to my daughter, unlike you, apparently,” Helen said, speaking in ‘reprimand,’ her favorite language.

“Did she tell you she went there for Christmas?” I asked her, thinking, ‘while leaving me at home, alone.’

“Yes, I heard all about Eric and what a lovely home they have.”

“I’ve heard that too,” I said, thinking, ‘that’s all I’ve heard for the last month.”

“Call me when you find her,” Helen said. a sound of distress in her voice, making me feel sorry for her. “Better still, give me your cell phone number. I’ll check with you.”

‘No, no, no,’ I said to myself. Bad idea. But, still sorry for her being 3,000 miles away from her daughter, who may be stranded on a desolate road, and helpless to do anything herself, I relented.

Having the number and feeling secure, she gave me one more shot, “he’s probably fucking her senseless right now.”

“Nice,” I said but Helen had hung up the phone.

At 11 she hadn’t shown up. I waited in my truck with the engine running, watching every car that pulled off the highway and under the lights. It was a cold but clear night. A foot of snow had fallen a few days before but the roads were clear. A few minutes after 11 a white SUV parked in front of my truck, the dark shadow of a female looked my way.

She sat there, watching me.

“Mrs. Borden?” I had made the first move, getting out of my truck and walking around to her door.

“Yes, Mr. Tucker?” She greeted me in a pleasant but restrained voice. She had rolled down the window. The fog from our combined breath drifted up into the night.

“I got permission from the station owner for you to park here, we’ll take my truck.”

“I would prefer to drive.”

“I have four wheel drive and a full tank of gas,” I countered.

“I have four wheel drive, I’ll gas up while you lock your truck.” There was a finality in her voice that I hesitated to counter. She had rolled her window up and was backing toward the pumps. There was nothing for me to do but shut off my engine and lock my truck. As an afterthought, I went back for a small tool chest, knowing it contained was a flash light, and the two thermos.

I warned her twice about black ice on the road. Although the road was clear there were spots where below freezing temperatures had frozen a thin residue of moisture.

She drove the big SUV like a race car, lapping every other car on the road. Her gloved hands gripped the leather bound steering wheel with authority. She caught me sneaking peaks at her. I told myself I was only looking to make sure she was awake and alert. A tall woman, she wore corduroy slacks under a heavy parka and I suspected, a sweater. Short brown hair framed a round face, un-mistakenly Eric’s mother. There was a determined look on her pursed lips, like a race car driver, out in front of the other racers.

I noticed her glance at me also. Except for my two warnings about the unseen, very deceptive ice, we drove in silence.

Helen called. I told her where we were, saying it would be at least another hour before we arrived. In a congenial tone she told me she had tried Janie’s number several times, it was still shut off.

“They’re probably fucking as was speak,” she said in a matter of fact way.

“You don’t know that,” I answered, defensively as if I thought otherwise.

“At least she’s on the pill.”

“She is? How do you know?”

“A mother knows these things, unlike you, I talk to my daughter. Have you been nice to Nancy?”

“Yes,” I answered, thinking she must be speaking of Mrs. Borden, my companion.

“We have allot in common.”

“How’s that?”

“Her man took off, the same as you did,” she spat out the words, taking pleasure in giving me a shot while knowing I would not respond.

I had not taken off. The divorce had been her idea. Feeling injured, I had escaped

to the other side of the country, also escaping my parental responsibilities. To Helen, I had taken off, only visiting the girls once each year.

A sudden swerve, followed by a foot being applied to the breaks, briefly, wisely released, another swerve to the other side of the road, missing a passing car by inches, over correction of the steering wheel, another tap on the breaks, a bridge abutment coming at us, our lives passing mutlukent escort before us, another swerve, breaking, breaking hard, tires squealing, skidding to a stop, the SUV shook in place before squatting down in its own ruts. The engine having cut itself off.

My body jerked uncontrollably. Slowly, my senses came back. First, I heard the traffic on the road, headlights guiding the way. I smelled fear, mixed with the smell of leather-covered seats. I felt immobile, wilted, molded to the passenger’s seat.

I heard a series of gasps, faintly coming from the direction of my companion.

I unfastened both seat belts and took her into my arms. Her breathing was halted, causing the faint gasps and little jerks of her body. After several minutes I heard her lips make a smacking sound like she was trying to say something.

She pulled away and sat back in her seat. “My name is Nancy, please call me that,” she said, holding out her gloved hand for me to accept. “Please call me Nat,” I said, smiling. She smiled back, clutching my hand in hers.

She suggested that I drive. We had come to the stop on the meridian strip, too close to the barrier to open the driver’s door. “Don’t do that,” she said when I opened the passenger’s door. “We’ll do it this way.” She put the center seat down and slid onto it. “Now, climb over me.” We changed places with minimal body contact and got under way again, me driving.

“You don’t happen to have a cigarette?” Nancy asked. We both laughed.

As she began to calm down, Nancy became talkative, being very hard on herself for being stubborn, not listening to my advice about the black ice. There was an easiness about her, comfortable being in my presence. No longer in a rush to get there, she cautioned me to stay within the speed limit.

Nancy was a fifth grade school teacher. Her husband, Peter, had remarried and was starting a second family. Because of Eric’s football scholarship, Peter had stopped making child support payments. Although contrary to the divorce agreement, Nancy had let him slide.

She told me of her concerns. It was not, as I had suspicioned, that her son was alone with a girlfriend. She was angry at him for taking the keys to the cabin without permission. He knew there was no electricity, no heat and no water this time of year. There was a small generator used for lights and to pump water during the summer months but the pipes had been drained for the winter. There was a small propane stove used for cooking. “But we’re probably low on gas and propane both, it’s better not to have flammable materials around,” she lamented.

“Isn’t there a fireplace or stove,” I asked, thinking of Janie catching her death in the cold.

“There’s a fireplace that we use to dry out the cabin in the late spring but it’s not to me used this time of year. Besides, there’s no dry wood, I’m sure.”

“Why is he not to use it?” I asked.

“Because, the structure is not insured for fire in the winter. The road is a private way and not plowed out. The fire department can’t get in and the insurance company refuses to sell me fire insurance.”

One other thing came to mind, bathroom facilities. I didn’t ask.

She wanted to know about me and was surprised to learn that I was not a professor. Eric had told her that I worked at the college. She apologized for assuming.

“As the head of maintenance I get mistaken for a professor all the time,” I joked.

I told her what Helen had said, that Eric was probably fucking our daughter senseless. I went on to say that my ex-wife was probably seeing a parallel because we had been the same age, I had been a 20 year old junior and she a 19 year old sophomore when we started dating. We got married and our first daughter was born the following year. I got a job at the school; Helen had to drop out.

“Do you think that’s what they are doing, having sex?”

I couldn’t answer her directly. What did she think? What did she take me for? “It’s just that she’s so small next to him,” I said, musing to myself.

“Really?”

I looked over at Nancy. What was she saying?

“You saw them together, she’s only 5’7”, didn’t you think she looked small next to him, he’s what, 6’4”?”

“I haven’t seen them together, where did you get that idea?”

“Sure you did, at Christmas, you were home when they came for Christmas?”

We looked at one another. Nancy put her hand to her lips, her eyes had suddenly gotten very big. “He came home for two days, but said he had to go back to school to catch up on his class work.”

We knew. A cramp went through my gut. Janie left the day after Christmas, saying she was going to spend the rest of school vacation at Eric’s house. My daughter had lied to me.

“The cabin,” we said in unison. Then we fell quiet, lost in our own thoughts.

Nancy directed me through the village, up and down hills and through snow covered roads. We made a sharp turn onto a narrow road.

“It’s two miles on this road, you’ll see our road on the right.”

It was slow going. The SUV plowed through the ruts, made by repeated thawing and freezing, shifting to lower gears when we hit patches of freshly fallen snow.

I stepped on the gas, nudging the big car off the road, parking next to Eric’s small hatchback. Nancy carried an overnight bag. I carried my tool chest, the thermoses and two gallons of water which she had thought to bring.

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“And so what Shakespeare is trying to say here is . . .”

But Josh wasn’t interested in Shakespeare. Who cared about Shakespeare when your professor was a red-haired, smooth-skinned, hourglass-shaped goddess who had surrendered her virginity to you just the day before?

He had to give her credit. She was composed, business-like, lecturing away as if nothing had happened. But there were clues—subtle clues, if you knew how to look for them. She was avoiding eye contact with him, for one. Normally during class, she made it a point to look at all of her students. Also, she seemed a little disoriented. A couple of times, she had stumbled over her words and had to start over. Again, nothing too obvious. No one would have suspected what the two of them had shared in her office yesterday.

Speaking of which . . . what about their “appointment”? They had left it that he’d pay her another visit this afternoon. He wondered. Would she change her mind? Was she still up for it? He would need to ask her after class.

She turned to write something on the blackboard, and Josh watched her with hunger in his eyes. That soft, round butt of hers was concealed under the loose-fitting slacks, but he had touched it, kissed it, caressed it yesterday. He couldn’t get her naked body out of his mind all last night or this morning. He kept seeing her long red hair flowing loose, cascading over her shoulders like flowing lava. It was such a shame the way she always kept it primly pinned up the way she did. He was hoping their encounter yesterday would help to loosen her up in front of the class, but no such luck.

“And for Friday, please read Acts II and III,” she said, turning back around to face the class. “Okay, I guess it’s about that time, isn’t it?”

The students shuffled their papers and books, and got up. They wasted little time leaving the room. Why linger, after all? There were more classes to attend, homework to get a head start on, lunch to eat. But Josh stayed at his desk, arranging papers that didn’t need to be arranged.

When everyone else had left, when it was it was just Sister Monica and himself in the classroom, he approached her desk.

“So,” he said, “I’ll be seeing you later, right?” He smiled, winked.

She took a deep breath. “I don’t think so, Josh,” she said. She glanced out the open door, into the hallway. Students rushed past, darting this way and that. “Yesterday was . . .”

“Amazing? Incredible? Sexy beyond belief? Hot? Awesome?”

She let out a little chuckle. “All of those and then some,” she admitted. “I’ll never forget it. But it was wrong, Josh. I can’t do that again. I—”

He kissed her. She gasped, but his mouth quickly locked onto hers, shutting it. She tried to pull away, but he held her there.

“You’re crazy!” she said once he let her go. “What if someone saw us?”

Ignoring her, he pulled a folded, wrinkled grocery sack from his pocket and tossed it onto her desk. “There,” he said. “A gift.”

“Josh . . .”

“I’ll be up to see you at your office at four o’clock,” he said. “You be there, Sister Monica. And you put those on for me.” He pointed to the grocery sack. “And don’t worry, you’ll like what I bought you. You’ll love what I bought you. Because you’re a sexy girl at heart, aren’t you?”

He looked out the door, into the hallway. It was nearly empty now, by the sound of it. The rush of underclassmen, the buzz of voices and laughter had been replaced by silence.

He swooped in and kissed her again. This time he was more forceful, his mouth more persuasive. He kissed her upper lip, then ran his tongue across her lower lip. Her mouth gave way, opened. He put his arms around her, and she reciprocated. Their tongues danced and wrestled, exploring, thrusting, parrying.

“Mmm,” she said.

He pulled away, and immediately she looked at the open door.

“Don’t worry, no one’s out there anymore,” he said. “Believe me, I wouldn’t do anything to get you into trouble, sexy Monica. I wouldn’t want them to fire you. How would I occupy myself this semester without my favorite nun on campus?”

She was breathing hard, in quick gasps. Her face was red. He wanted her, here, now, this second. But he could wait. The anticipation would only make what came later that much sweeter.

“Remember, I’ll be at your office by four,” he said. “The rest is up to you. If you want this to stop, don’t be there. But you will be, won’t you, sexy Monica? Because you know how much you want me again. And if you’re there at four—and you will be—you make sure to wear the things I bought you.” He again pointed at the grocery sack. “Sorry I couldn’t have them gift-wrapped. Pressed for time, you know?” He smiled. “See you later, sexy.”

And he left. He turned back once, when he reached the doorway. Sister Monica was just standing there, mouth agape, her hand over her chest.

¦

Her office door was closed when he got there. He had little doubt that she was inside, though. He knocked.

There was a pause, then a small voice küçükçekmece escort said, “Come in.”

He grinned, opened the door, stepped into her oak-paneled office with the volumes of the great classics lining her shelves, then reclosed the door. She was sitting primly in her chair, behind her desk, hands folded in front of her. Her hair, he was dismayed to see, was still pinned up. He wondered if she was wearing his gifts, but he’d find out soon enough.

He sat in the other chair, facing her. Through the window, behind her, a cold, meager winter sun was offering its last light of the day. Late-afternoon shadows spread along the pavement of the parking lot like two-dimensional silhouettes seeking a warm place of refuge.

He reached into his winter coat pocket. He had a surprise in store for Sister Monica. Feeling around, he made sure the items he needed were in there. Of course they were there. Why wouldn’t they be?

“Glad you decided to show up, sexy Monica,” he said. She took a breath, said nothing. “You probably thought about this all day, didn’t you?” She swallowed, bit her lip (she looked so sexy when she did that), nodded. “I did, too, Sister Monica. We’re gonna have fun, don’t you worry. I’ll rock your world like you can’t imagine.”

Already her breathing was quickening. Her need, her desire, oozed out of her.

“I bet you snuck off into a bathroom today and sat on the toilet and acquainted your fingers with your clit. Am I right?”

Her face flushed. Her breathing grew faster still.

“It’s okay,” he said. “Nothing to be ashamed about. You kidding? I had some quality time in the bathroom myself today. Last night, too.” He smiled. “But we’re not alone anymore, are we?”

He stood up, took his coat off, placed it on the chair, then walked around her desk. She was still sitting down, and she looked up at him with so much lust in her eyes he worried he’d come right then and there.

“Take out your hairpins,” he said. “You have such sexy, long hair. It’s a sin to keep it pinned up that way.” She immediately obeyed, taking off first one pin, then the other. Her long, flowing red hair fell over her shoulders. His erection got just a little bit harder at the sight of it. She had the most beautiful mane of hair he’d ever seen.

“Much better, sexy Monica,” he said, and then squatted down to kiss her. She kissed him back with fervor, thrusting her tongue in his mouth, moaning with desire.

They kissed, made love to each other’s mouths, for nearly ten minutes. When he pulled away, she was literally gasping, her cheeks touched with fire, her hair alight.

He went back to his chair, reached for his coat. Time to unveil his surprise. . .

Suddenly there was a knock at her door. He dove into his chair, put his coat on his lap, covering the tent in his jeans. Sister Monica’s mouth dropped open, her hand went to her mouth, and she pushed her chair in tight against her desk. The top button of her blouse had been undone while they necked, and she frantically rebuttoned it.

“Sister Monica?” a voice from beyond the door said. It sounded like Professor Keyes, the English department chair, a fat, bald old man who taught, among other things, the Romantics and Victorian literature, specializing in Dickens. Josh had taken a class with him last fall.

“Umm, y-yes, Dr. Keyes, the door’s open,” she said.

He opened it, and it was hard for Josh not to laugh. Professor Keyes’s eyes bulged out at the sight before him. It wasn’t so much that Josh was there—nothing unusual about a student having a private conference with his teacher. But likely the good professor had never seen Sister Monica’s hair unpinned.

She smiled at Professor Keyes, and Josh felt his desire for her increase, if that were possible. She was great under pressure.

“I . . . I didn’t know you were with a student,” Professor Keyes said, flustered. He nodded at Josh. Josh nodded back.

“Oh, that’s okay, Dr. Keyes,” she said. “Did you need to see me about something?”

“Uh . . . no, not really. I was just about to head home, and I recalled that I had seen you come into your office a little while ago. So I thought you might still be in. I just wanted to remind you about the staff meeting tomorrow. Ten A.M. in Carroll Hall, Room 201.”

She smiled again, nodded, and twirled her hand through her lustrous red hair. It must have been an unconscious action—but the effect was magnificent. Josh smirked when he looked at Professor Keyes’s crotch. Was he mistaken, or was there just the hint of a bulge there now?

“I’ll be there,” she said.

“Very good,” the professor said. “Uh . . . see you tomorrow then, Sister Monica. Good seeing you, Josh.” And he was gone, closing the door behind him as he left.

Sister Monica exhaled. “Oh my.”

“Did you see how he was looking at you, Sister Monica?” Josh said. “I’d say he noticed your sexy hair, wouldn’t you?”

She blushed. “This is so crazy,” küçükyalı escort she said. “I should have my head examined.”

“Aw, admit it. It turned you on. The excitement. The secrecy. So close to getting caught red-handed.”

She smiled. “It was exhilarating, I’ll say that. But, just to be on the safe side, would you mind locking the door?”

“Gladly.” He again worried that he was going to squirt in his pants before he even touched her. She was so eager, so ready. Any pretense of resistance had long since vanished.

“I have a surprise for you, sexy Monica,” he said, and reached for his coat. From the pocket, he pulled out a disposable razor, a can of shaving cream, and a small bottle of grapeseed oil.

“What’s that for?” she asked. Behind her, in the parking lot, Josh saw Professor Keyes walk briskly to his car. The wind was whipping, and the bald department chair’s fast walk turned into a run. When he got in, he turned the headlights on. The sun was setting rapidly now, the sky morphing from ice-blue to pink.

He set the items on her desk. “You’ll find out soon enough. But now I want to see if you put on the gifts I bought you.”

She blushed again, and he knew right away. She had put them on, all right.

“I still can’t believe any of this,” she said, as he again walked over to her side of the desk. “I mean, nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I thought . . . I thought I knew myself. But now, I’m feeling things I never felt before. And I . . .”

“You want me, is that it?” He motioned for her to stand up. She did. “You can’t stop thinking of me kissing you, sucking you, sticking my dick deep into you, licking you from head to toe, making you squirm and beg for more. Is that it?”

She swallowed, looked away. “Yes. I . . . never felt a need like this before. It’s scary. And it’s . . . I mean, I have a calling, don’t you see? At least, I thought I did.”

“You can love God and love sex at the same time,” he said. “I never understood why someone needs to be a virgin in order to be ‘in love’ with God.”

She shook her head. “It’s not that simple, Josh. It’s . . .”

“Sssh,” he said. “Don’t worry about it, Sister Monica. You’re a good person, a nice person. Everybody knows that. And I’m sure God knows it, too. Don’t think about it. This is a secret, between you and me.”

“And God,” she said, quietly.

He took a breath. This was turning into a slippery slope. If he wasn’t careful, he’d lose her now. He needed to act. Words weren’t any good.

“Look at me,” he said, and she did. And then his mouth was on hers. He kissed her with all the passion, all the gentleness, all the lust that was in him. He ran his fingers through her beautiful hair, kissed her forehead, her ears, her nose, then her mouth again. “I want you, Sister Monica,” he said. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. Don’t worry about a thing.” And he kissed her again. He loved kissing her, and she had gotten very skilled at it, very fast. Her tongue worked wonders in his mouth, and he found himself meeting her moans with his own. They kissed for many minutes, and he didn’t pull away until the last hint of daylight had been bled from the sky. In the parking lot, the lights turned on, cutting a beacon through the darkness.

“We better turn on a light,” he said. He flicked on her desk lamp—not too bright. Mood lighting.

“Do you think anyone can see us through the window?” she said. She was looking outside, and he came up next to her, placed a hand on her butt, rubbing it through the fabric of her slacks. She closed her eyes and sighed.

He looked out the window. Only a handful of cars remained. More would surely arrive soon, though, as evening classes were about to start. He hated to do it, but with the light on inside the room, he thought they better close the blinds.

“Have you read all these books?” he asked her once the blinds were shut. He gestured toward the many volumes that sat on her wall shelves.

“Yes,” she said. “I am an English professor, remember?”

“Hmm, so now we’re getting smart, are we?” he said, and he kissed her. Would he never tire of her lips? But this time he pulled away quickly.

“I need to see my gifts,” he said, and he slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She rested her arms at her side, looking him directly in the eye. There was no shame, no embarrassment left. When her blouse was fully open in the front, he pulled it off of her shoulders, and she led it slide down her arms, to the floor. He gasped. Her perfect breasts were hugged tightly by the thin black lace bra he had bought her. The black color contrasted wonderfully with the lily white of her breasts. He couldn’t resist. He leaned in and kissed them, licked them, and when her nipples grew taught and erect, he nibbled on them through the lace. He felt her heart beating frantically in her chest. She moaned, threw her head back, ran her fingers through his thick black hair.

“Oh yes,” she maltepe escort said. “Yes, Josh.”

His head was buried between her mounds. They were full and soft—and he felt proud—and aroused—that the 34C bra he’d bought her seemed to fit her just right. He was glad to know he had a good eye.

He straightened up and kissed her on the lips again. “Now to see if you completed the set,” he said. He moved like lightning, unbuttoned her slacks, slid them down her legs. She kicked them off, unasked, eager to share. And there it was. The black lace G-string. The sight of her thick red bush protruding through the sides jacked his lust up several notches. The G-string barely covered her, and her mound of red hair looked wild, untamed. He licked his lips, looked at her desk, at the razor and cream.

“Turn around, sexy Monica,” he said. She did, immediately, and the sight of her butt, the snow-white flesh encased within the black straps of the G-string, was too much. He went up to her, bent down, and licked her butt cheeks. Then he took them in his hands, and kneaded them like soft clay. He reached around, slid his index finger inside her G-string, and inserted it into her vagina. She was soaking wet, and she moaned loudly at the touch. He pushed it in deep, then out, then in again. Making love to her with his finger. He thrust in his middle finger, too, and she moaned louder, and he felt her knees buckle, slightly.

“Oh God,” she said. “That is so good.”

That was all he could take. She needed to get naked, and quick. He (reluctantly) removed his fingers from her, and pulled down the G-string. Then he stood up and unfastened the skimpy bra. It fell to the floor, joining the expanding collection of discarded clothing. He turned her around, facing her. She was completely naked and he was still completely clothed, but she didn’t try to hide. On the contrary, she pulled him to her and kissed him deeply. She took charge, making love to his mouth. Then she raised his arms above his head, reached down and brought his shirt up, over his head. He tossed it aside, so aroused by her boldness, her eagerness, he was sure he felt a drop of pre-cum ooze out of him.

He pulled away from her. This goddess was too much. If he weren’t careful, he’d mess up his briefs in a second. He couldn’t believe how sexy she was. It never stopped amazing him. Everything about her drove him wild.

She smiled, her eyes full of lust, and playfulness. He could tell she knew she had gotten to him, and that clearly made her feel good about herself.

He unzipped his jeans in record-setting time, ripped them off, and then slid his briefs down his legs. He was rock hard, and she stared at his erection, her mouth open. It took him a moment to realize it wasn’t his nine inches she was gaping at—it was his lack of pubic hair.

“Oh, yeah,” he said, and he actually felt a hint of shyness descend over him. He didn’t like that. It wasn’t supposed to work that way. “I shaved my pubes last night. I figured, what’s fair for you is fair for me. You like it?” He had to admit, he liked it, himself. It had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, but the net result made his penis look even bigger than it was. And he was surprised how much he enjoyed touching the smoothness. The sense of touch was stronger, more sensitive, now that the genital hair was removed. He had been careful, too, and only a few ugly red bumps had formed. He’d soaked the area with grapeseed oil once he was through, and that had helped to ease the irritation.

She looked at him, questions forming in her eyes. “What do you mean, Josh?” she asked. “What’s fair for you is fair for me? What does that mean?”

He smiled. Now the shy feelings, the questioning feelings, had gone back over to her, where they belonged.

“You like?” he asked her, sidestepping her question.

“I . . .” She approached him, knelt down, licked the tip of his penis. She brought her hands up, rubbed his smooth genital area, cupped his smooth, hairless balls. “It feels so nice,” she said. Then she took him in her mouth, just the way he’d showed her yesterday. Sliding her lips up and down his shaft. She moaned as she sucked him, and he reached down, stroked her flaming red hair. Suddenly, he felt a rush inside of him. He had reached the point of no return, and he let loose in her mouth, squirting and squirting. She was surprised, but handled it gracefully, eagerly swallowing his fluid, then licking the remaining come from his tip.

She stood up. “Sorry,” she said, licking her lips. “I don’t know what came over me. You take off your underwear, and I’m all over you. What you must think of me . . .”

“I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known in my life, in every way,” he responded, and she blushed. He kissed her, and she accepted the kiss, and returned it, with the passion he had come to expect from her.

“Now,” he said after they broke the kiss. “It’s your turn, sexy Monica. Your body is so smooth, so flawless. Why don’t we make your mound match the rest of you?”

She swallowed hard, looked at the razor. “But . . .”

“Did you feel sexy when you put on that bra and G-string earlier?” he asked.

She nodded. “I felt strange. I’ve never worn anything like that before. But yes, I felt good, too.” She smiled, the color in her cheeks darkening. Did she have any idea, any idea at all, how sexy her blushing was?

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