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Simon stood alone staring at the big green door. He didn’t normally involve himself with Patrick’s family and he had never spoken directly with Julia. He wasn’t too confident of impressing her, but had been asked to ‘keep her company and out of trouble’, essentially babysitting. He was however starting to suspect this was a set up and Patrick had them both on a date. All he really knew of Julia was that she painted and made a living as an artist. Patrick said she moaned at him all the time and didn’t get out as much as she should. But was also stubborn enough to ignore any advice he gave. Simon had the opinion that sisters rarely took the advice of their brothers (and vice versa), so he shouldn’t really be surprised and should leave her to it. However his friend had insisted they would get along and wouldn’t let him back out.

Patrick and Simon had known each other since high school and Patrick had long used his friend as security for his business, as a form of threat in his less legitimate deals. Patrick’s business practices and associates had always been questionable. But Simon was ever present at his side and nothing was typically allowed to get beyond a few choice words and threats.

Patrick had height and authority of his own to his advantage in these deals, however Simon’s large and physical presence generally served to underline who had the upper hand. Every part of him looked too big. This might be expected to even out overall, but Simon mostly just terrified people. Muscles stood out on every part of him. His calves were rocks, his thighs strained and stretched at any cloth. His chest was like the edge of a cliff people jump off.

When he moved, those around him became very aware of the amount of mass being shifted around and then found the best way they could to avoid upsetting it. Not that he was an angry man. Generally he had no cause to be and found other people mostly polite and helpful.

He had a round head with cropped, light coloured hair, over a hard skull and heavy boned brows. His cheeks were broad and his neck had long since disappeared into folds of muscle, but his nose and mouth were well defined. When uncovered, his back resembled the surface of a tree – gnarled, dense and broad. It extended into arms made of knotted wood. His skin flared a little too rosey up the back of his head, but overall he bore the healthy complexion of an outdoor life he didn’t really adhere to. In dress his habit was to wear suits made for him in browns and blues, partnered with brogues in polished black and brown. He would spend a little more on these than he should. With few other affectations, he did like shoes with clearly defined stitching and a suit that would fit his remarkable frame.

Simon was known by most to be shyly quiet in social settings and with discretion he would position himself so as to not loom or impose over others. As a consequence people generally gave him both his own space and took the assumption that he had little to say. However he was well read and enjoyed the more delicate parts of life. He took time to read, listen, eat, drink or otherwise regard whatever creative distractions the world had to offer, but was happy to admit he was no artist himself. His day was taken up by the needs of his boss, but his life was quietly his own.

On reflection and in more introspective moments, he would admit to himself that it was a somewhat solitary life he led. Having someone to share it with might be preferred at times, but he found most people assumed the worst of him and would make their excuses rather than hang around. Being forced into Julia’s company wasn’t likely to be any different, but Patrick seemed positive enough and had raised his expectations. He was a little nervous.

The big green door in front of him was wide. It banged and crashed, but didn’t move. He waited but nothing further happened.

“Hello?”

“Hang on, I’ll get it in a sec.”

Something seemed to shift and the lock banged, cracking the door open a finger width.

“Okay now.” The door opened more gently, swinging back into the house through a wide arc. It gave way to the hard red tiles of a victorian vestibule, white painted wooden panels and turned columns thick as an arm lined the walls and framed the inside door. Four fingers gripped the edge of the door with pink unpainted nails, they were small and slim. The door moved further across and revealed an inlaid coir matt framed in brass. The large glass paneled inside door beyond was swept back and he could see light further away, but only the fingers gave away anything.

“Hello? I’m Simon.”

“Hello Simon, I’m sorry, I’m here now. Hello, I’m Julia.”

A head appeared first and then the rest of her as the door swung open. Brown hair fluffed in the air around smiling eyes and a heart shaped face. Hair fell thick across her forehead and down the sides of high clear cheeks. Small ears appeared behind and the rest of her hair was pulled back into a shaggy tail. She wore a white shirt with a flat collar and concealed buttons up the front. It kartal escort lit up coolly in the light above a black flared leather skirt which draped above her knee. She wore opaque black tights and flat patent black loafers which reflected the light and scraped the tiles lightly as she moved. She looked up at him warmly, hand outstretched to shake. He took it in his, it felt delicate and soft, her fingernails like ivory keys. Her bones felt like they might break in a breeze. He didn’t squeeze or shake it for fear of doing any damage, just held it a moment before letting go.

Julia was finding the morning difficult, nothing was quite as expected. She fought with the door. She couldn’t undo the lock. It had been sticking before but this was a disaster. She picked up the umbrella stand, hit it hard and the snib finally gave up. She put it back down and huffed at her hair as she pulled the door back. She smiled looking up into a big dark shadow. The shadow introduced himself as Simon and she reached out her hand to greet him. Her hand disappeared into his. Wrapped up in his thick fingers. Not long but big like sausages. His nails were flat and wide like spades, but they were very clean. His skin was soft and dry. She expected a hand so large to be rough to the touch, cracked and thick. But this was a gentle embrace, like a napped leather glove. He seemed to hold her for a beat, then let her go.

She held her hand steady just for a moment and looked at him smiling and puzzled, then remembered herself.

“Please come in, it’s nice to meet you properly.”

He didn’t speak but nodded in understanding with his hands at his sides. She backed up to let him in and get a better look. As he moved forward into the light from above, the shadow fell away and the light hit his smile. He was a large man in a blue suit and brown brogues. The shoes were nice. Shiny and new. The suit seemed big but she realised it was him that was big, the suit was actually cut to fit. He really filled the doorway. She couldn’t wave him in as she wanted to. Instead she stepped through the inside door to the darker hallway. There was a door to either side of her but these were closed and she kept going. The floor of the dark hall was hard mahogany that clicked with their steps. White painted skirting dressed the walls and lush forest green paint covered the old embossed paper. Beckoning him forward she led the way.

“Come through. It’s too dark out here.”

To Simon she didn’t seem unnerved by him at all. She had no reason to be, but that rarely made a difference. She did however know who he was and his relation to her brother. So she was probably more comfortable than other people might be. He tried to seem small and walk light.

Julia led him down the hall in a state of slight anxiety. She knew she had nothing to fear from Simon. But the skin between her shoulders prickled slightly feeling exposed. Disappointed with herself and her reaction, she straightened up, shrugged it off and walked to the main room of the house.

“Thank you for coming to see me, I know you didn’t have to.”

“My pleasure, its nice to finally meet Patrick’s sister.”

She turned and smiled, walking out the end of the corridor and into a kitchen area.

“So, this is my house,” she waved a hand,” I spend most of my time in here, this is my living room and my kitchen.”

He looked around. It was a large enough space, airy but the ceiling wasn’t so high to be cold. To his left was a long blonde wood dining table and chairs, set parallel to the room. It was a modern looking extended area with creamy white walls and a recessed roof he couldn’t see, higher up than the main space. Square windows set in the longer wall were up high, letting in light but showing only cerulean blue pictures of the sky. A low cupboard ran underneath and two pillars held up the lintel of the old opened wall. The mahogany floor ran throughout, covering the floor of the kitchen where she stood and the rest. The kitchen area was square, with units mounted to the back and side walls and a large island in the middle. A range cooker on the inside and breakfast stools at the counter on the other. Backing on to this was an open space of floor with only a marble topped table and two chairs. To the side was a thirties styled glass panelled door in a bay with narrow windows leading to a leafy, walled garden beyond.

The seated lounge was arranged around a wooden stove at the wall. A large old sofa and two comfortable chairs with a low heavy table in the middle. An acre of Persian rug covered the floor under these with small tables next to each seat. Old fashioned table lights with cut glass bodies and globe lantern shades sat on these, partnered with glossy dark green plants in brass pots.

Beyond the fireplace and lounge, a darkened doorway led away to the right before a small library corner area. This held another small table and light, next to a large wingback leather chair and stool. These corner walls were piled with books, kaynarca escort from floor to ceiling. A soft looking throw lay on the seat folded neatly. The roof lowered again above this, with pine rafters sloping gently away from him to the faraway wall. To the left of the library, between it and the dining room was an open space, ending in three large square sliding glass panels. These were framed again with larger glossy green pot plants. They were closed against the cold morning, but led out into the garden proper, a stone patio and open grass lit up bright in the sun.

The overall effect should have been a bad balance of light and gloom, however the roof above the main lounge had its own Victorian skylight in the middle. Not large but shaped like a birdcage in glass, it brightened the room but slowed the light down, making it seem like liquid, something to move through.

“It’s incredible, I can see why you would spend your time here.”

“I have another room where I work at the front and a guest bedroom, but my room is down to the right there past the bathroom.” She said pointing past the stove.

“What’s this door out the side?”

“It goes into my small private courtyard. The high walls protect it from the wind and nosey neighbours. I put all the more delicate plants that like the shade out there. I’m working on a stumpery at the moment. A very small stumpery with tiny little ferns and snowdrops and things. In the summer I can open the double doors in my bedroom onto it and eat breakfast or let the air in at night without worrying. It’s nice.”

“Its very nice, the whole thing is beautiful. You really put comfort above all else,” he smiled.

“I do. Well maybe not above everything, but it is nice to have. It has made me a bit of a recluse to be honest. I think this is why my brother sent you.”

“I guess so. Are you disappointed?”

“In what?”

“In me, I scare off most people. I imagine you could have more interesting guests.”

“Not at all. I’ve only just met you, I’d be disappointed if you felt you were letting me down,” she paused. “I am not frightened of you and have no reason to be. Being honest, you are a very striking person to be around, but that is more interesting than most.

You know I am an artist?”

“Yes, a painter.”

“Portraits. I like to paint people and interesting people make interesting paintings.”

He laughed at her candour and relaxed a little. She seemed far easier to get on with than Patrick suggested.

“My brother has set this up as he believes he needs to look out for me and my wellbeing. Possibly he feels the same about you,” she said with a smile. “Initially I was reluctant, the same as you, but I relented.

However. Although he wished us to meet, the rest is up to us, not him. We can make of this whatever we like and nothing need go back to him. My life is mine, as is yours and what we say to each other is not for anyone else, agreed?”

“Yes indeed.” He nodded.

“Okay, as we said I am an artist and like to paint and draw people. I often do this by commission. Rich people come to me and sit in the room at the front and I provide something they can put on their wall to show off. They pay me to do so but they are not always the most interesting. We agreed to meet, but it occurs to me now that we might have an opportunity here to be more ‘interesting’? If you like we can try and create something together today. You can sit for me and I can draw and paint?”

“It seems a little one sided.”

“Hmmm, maybe. What would you like out of it. We can still talk and get to know one another while we do?”

“Okay, but I’ve never sat for anyone before.”

“It can take a little effort. Sometimes you have to push a bit and dare to stretch yourself. But essentially it is just sitting still, it can be relaxing. Don’t say anything now. Lets have an early lunch and we can talk more first.”

“Sure.”

He draped his jacket over the back of one of the dining chairs and sat down. Julia wanted to make food and stayed in the kitchen, but bubbled away asking questions, listening attentively to his answers. Simon for his part struggled to manage quite the same. He felt comfortable with her and enjoyed her questions and hearing her speak but lost ground when he asked his own. They found firmer soil when the conversation turned to art. Both of them knew what they liked and didn’t, what artists were trying to say, how and why they failed and where they triumphed. Presently they finished their meal and Julia asked him again if he would like to sit for her. This time he laughed and agreed.

“Where and how do you want me then?” He asked.

“Let me get a few things and we can do some drawings. You sit on this stool in the middle and we’ll find out what works.”

She disappeared to the front leaving him alone. He stood in the centre of the room surprised at himself and the ease with which the day was going. He was curious to sit for her. To be seen through another’s kozyatağı escort eyes was quite daunting and what she saw could be very different to what he imagined. But it was only a drawing, what harm could it do?

She returned and set about positioning him in the right light and arranging her equipment. He watched her as she set up a board on her lap and a tin of pencils.

“We’ll start out simple. You sit on the stool here in the open and we can try a few things out. Tell me if you’re uncomfortable or anything, okay?”

“Yes”

At first he found it crawled by. He wasn’t sure what to do and found himself very stiff and awkward. He was very aware of being examined and squirmed at the thought of being a weird curio for her. But as he found himself stilling in this time, he relaxed and let his mind drift a little. Julia was attentive and patient with him, always letting him dictate the pace but telling him what she wanted. She was attractive and delicate physically, but quite able to assert what she needed or wanted from him. At the beginning she would make him change position every few minutes, sketching fast and rough. She would stop then, showing him what she had done, encouraging him where he needed. When they found their stride she slowed down and focused her attention on him in detail. It was unnerving to be regarded as an object, but after a time it was not unpleasant. He liked her face and her eyes on him, finding that it warmed him. He took encouragement when she seemed especially intent on him and found himself looking for these moments and trying to create them. It caught him by surprise, but he wanted her to look at him. He became very still at this thought.

Julia was on a chair with the board on her lap leaning against the stool in front. It had started out straightforward enough, just practice sketches and it was looking good. But as time went on it wasn’t progressing. Usually she could see the way forward, but this wasn’t clear. She tried various angles and techniques but it wasn’t coming together. Time wasn’t an issue. The light was good. But every time she put her head down to draw she became aware of him sitting looking back at her. Perhaps it was that he was quite a big man and she comparatively small, but that should just make it easier, simpler to define. She stopped and looked at him, white shirt, blue trousers and brown brogues all of which fit him well. Made him handsome even. But they hid as well. The real story was his physicality. Here was a man that could dwarf most others. He might not intend to intimidate but he had the capacity and could turn it on if needed. He was intelligent, physically strong and knew his own mind. But there was a vulnerability. He struggled to voice himself on a more intimate level, even to her today. She became aware of staring too long, wading into a pool of thought she wasn’t expecting.

Perhaps something less formal. This wasn’t a society portrait they were doing, it was their experiment. He was used to people seeing the worst in him or not seeing past the surface. He wanted something more from her. They were in it together and he was trusting her to do it right.

“Simon?”

“Hi,” he said snapping out of dream

“I’m thinking this is a bit too stiff. Too formal and isn’t very fair on you. Might I make a suggestion?”

“What like? I’ll have to trust your judgement.”

“Well okay, but tell me if there’s any problem ok?”

“Sure”

“I think that it might work better if we saw you more as yourself. The suit and shirt seem to be hiding that?”

“What do you need?”

“I thought perhaps you should take it off?”

“The shirt?”

“Well, to begin with maybe?”

“Ah, okay. I mean I guess so?”

“Tell me if you don’t want to.”

“Well no it’s fine. I’ve admired plenty of paintings of other people so I ought to be able to do this shouldn’t I.”

He started to unbutton his cuff and stopped, ‘to begin with’?

“Julia?”

“Yep?”

“It occurs to me that even if I take off my shirt, standing around in trousers and shoes with no shirt on is going to look a bit odd. I mean I might look like an old time boxer, or a circus strongman at best.”

“Hmmm”

“If you want, I can take the rest off too? If you can turn around and I can be a bit, you know, discreet?”

“Absolutely! Whatever you like!” – Yikes! – thought Julia. She jumped up and turned around to the wall behind. “Just let me know when you’re ready.”

She stared at the wall. She was used to models and sitters but this felt different, personal. Here were two strangers getting to know each other just because her brother had said so and now one of them was taking their clothes off?

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“Yes, think so. Two seconds.”

“Don’t rush, just when you’re happy.”

“I’ll try facing away first if that’s okay.”

“No problem, go ahead.” – ‘First’?

Simon had removed every stitch and folded them on the arm of one of the fireplace chairs. His shoes sat below on the floor. He positioned himself sitting down on the stool, facing away to the glass side door. Placing his right foot flat on the floor he placed the other on the bottom rung and pointed his left knee out. He then straightened out his back, lifting his head to the left and let both hands rest at his lap, elbows at his sides. It was a relaxed pose he felt he could hold a while for her.

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Author’s Notes:

To get the best out of this story, I would advise you to start from Ch.01.

Conversations that took place in Hindi are recorded as such in italics, immediately followed by a translation in English. Readers familiar with Hindi might find it rewarding to read through the original Hindi conversations. Others can conveniently skip them.

Although he had never tried anal sex till then and wasn’t even sure whether he’d actually like to do it, he was nevertheless intrigued and excited by Kajal’s obvious enjoyment when he’d fingered her anus a couple of times. He knew that if at all he wanted to try something, he’d have to do it soon, before she got married. He had read that copious lubrication was essential for a woman to enjoy anal sex. So, he bought a half kilo pack of butter. While it was hard, he cut it into several pieces and shaped and whittled them into roughly bullet shaped suppositories, about three quarters of an inch across and about a couple of inches long. He wrapped them individually in wax paper and stored them in the freezer, ready for use at a suitable opportunity.

***

Savita and Kajal who were always close, grew even closer as their illicit relationship with their neighbor Shyam progressed. Sharing their bodies with the same man somehow engendered a camaraderie that they had never felt before. Even so, some curious shared inhibition didn’t allow them to talk about it with each other. Although there was not a trace of jealousy between them, that didn’t mean that there wasn’t a bit of friendly rivalry for Shyam’s attention, particularly on Kajal’s part, and that sometimes drove her to do unusual things…

***

The layout of Savita’s apartment was a bit different from Shyam’s. The entrance opened into the living room. There was a door leading to the balcony straight ahead. The balcony looked out onto the main street below. Off a bit to the right of the living room was a small kitchen. The kitchen was open, with only a waist high partition running between it and the living room. The cooking platform ran along the outer wall of the kitchen. To the right was a small passage leading straight to the single bedroom. On the left side of the main passage was a little side passage. A tiny wash basin was accommodated in there. Also located in the side passage were two doors, one leading to the bathroom and the other to the loo. There was no toilet attached to the bedroom. A person looking in through the steel grilled security door at the entrance could see the entire living room and kitchen, but the passage and bedroom entrance were not visible. A person working at the cooking platform would have her back to the apartment and would have to turn to look at persons sitting in the living room or at the tiny dining table placed right behind the platform. However the passage or bedroom door was not visible to a person working at the cooking platform.

One day, around 8:30 in the morning, Shyam was sipping a cup of tea in Savita’s apartment, sitting at the dining table. This happened only occasionally, since normally he would be keen to shower and go to bed as soon as he could upon returning from work. Savita being the lady of the house had been up early and bustled about with her chores while keeping up a conversation with Shyam. Kajal and the baby were nowhere to be seen, presumably still asleep in the bedroom. (Whenever Kantibhai, Savita’s hubby was away on tour, Kajal slept in the bedroom with Savita and the baby. Otherwise, she would sleep in the living room, where old Ba too slept). Ba as usual was sitting in the living room, busy with her prayer beads, oblivious to her surroundings.

After a while, Shyam heard a stirring from the bedroom. He looked to his right and saw Kajal who had just woken up and was standing at the bedroom door, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. Kajal too spotted him at the same time and suddenly her sleep vanished. She smiled at Shyam and gestured at him to keep quiet. She didn’t yet want Savita to know that she was up. She continued to stand at the bedroom door, stretching and yawning. She wore a comfortable cotton house coat, a modest, loose, cover all garment reaching all the way down to her ankles. The half sleeved housecoat probably belonged to Savita, since it had buttons running down the front up to the navel, making it convenient for her to open it to breast feed her baby. It was amazing how sexy Kajal managed to look even in a house coat, one of the dowdiest garments ever invented.

Shyam istanbul escort continued to chat with Savita, stealing an occasional glance at the bedroom door. The moment Kajal caught his attention; she puckered her lips and leaned forward a little, inviting a kiss. He immediately looked away, trying his best to ignore Kajal and continue his conversation with Savita. Soon, his eyes again wandered towards the bedroom door. By then Kajal had undone the top two buttons of the house coat and her fingers were on the third. She licked her lips suggestively as Shyam looked at her. He once again looked away, his cock rapidly hardening. He tried to catch the thread of his conversation with Savita again, but she sensed that his attention had wandered.

“Shyam Bhai, neend aa rahi hai kya?”

“Shyam Bhai, are you sleepy?” Savita asked.

“Nahi nahi. Aisi koi baat nahi.”

“No, no. It’s nothing.” Shyam said, readjusting his position to accommodate his stiff cock.

When he looked again, Kajal had undone four buttons and her hand was inside the housecoat, lightly massaging a breast. She smiled wickedly at Shyam. Then she slowly pulled one side of the house coat open, gradually baring her plump, pretty shoulder and then paused. Shyam couldn’t take his eyes off her and swallowed nervously as he tried to conceal his arousal, his heart beating fast and blood rushing to his face. Kajal waited and enjoyed Shyam’s discomfiture. Then she slowly resumed peeling the housecoat down until a full, round breast was completely bared. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath and Shyam could see that her nipple was engorged, no doubt because in trying to arouse Shyam, she had also aroused herself.

“Hey Bhagwan, yeh ladki ab tak jagi nahi hai! Kajal! Chal uth, aur kitni soyegi? Kal shaadi hone ke baad aise soyegi toh sasural wale kya kahenge?”

“Oh God! Hasn’t this girl woken up yet? Kajal!! Rise and shine! If you sleep like this after your marriage, what’ll your in-laws say?” Savita shouted at Kajal when she realized that it was almost 9 O’clock in the morning.

“Ji Didi, mein kab ki jag uthi hoon. Bus abhi taiyar ho kar aati hoon.”

“Yes Didi, I’ve been awake for a while. I’ll be ready and out in a jiffy.” Kajal called out, quickly buttoning up the house coat and winking at Shyam.

Kajal then emerged from the bedroom and stood at the washbasin, brushing her teeth. Every once in a while she puckered her lips at Shyam, offering him a foamy, toothpasty kiss. In reply, Shyam shook a fist at her when Savita wasn’t looking.

“Bhabi, ab main chalta hoon. Zara aram kar loon.”

“Bhabi, I’ll leave now. I need to rest.” Shyam said.

“Bhaiya merey liye do minute rukiye na. Main abhi bahar aa rahi hoon.”

“Bhaiya, please wait a couple of minutes for me. I’m just getting ready.” Kajal called out.

So Shyam waited, not wanting to appear churlish. Kajal hadn’t finished torturing him yet. She again went into the bedroom and stood at the door, facing him. As he looked on hypnotized, she slowly gathered up the house coat with her hands, raising the hem to her knees, then up her thighs and then a further few tantalizing inches till her hairy, triangular pubis was revealed in all its glory. She lewdly thrust her hips out at him, then straightened, turned around and bent forward to bare her plump round buttocks. She once again straightened and pulled the house coat off. For a fleeting moment, she stood completely naked, her back towards him, before disappearing inside the bedroom. A few minutes later she emerged, dressed in a salwar kameez, a dupatta demurely wrapped around her shoulders, her face fresh and innocent.

She sat down at the table beside Shyam and Savita served steaming cups of tea to them both. Shyam protested that he’d already had enough and wouldn’t be able to sleep if he had another cup of tea, but Savita and Kajal would have none of it and finally he had to acquiesce. As Kajal made innocent small talk with Savita and Shyam, her hand wandered under the table on to Shyam’s thigh, slowly moving to his crotch. For a while, he kept perfectly still, even holding his breath as her fingers brushed the bulge in his trousers. Then he abruptly got up, made his excuses and hurried back to his apartment, hoping that nobody had noticed the bulge in his trousers. Although he was highly aroused, he decided not to wank off. He wanted to preserve his energy for later in the day, to teach kadıköy escort Kajal a lesson she wouldn’t forget in a hurry. The image of her bare, sexy round rump kept recurring before his eyes…

***

Once again, after finishing lunch Shyam hauled up a slab of ice to his apartment and set it up on the kitchen platform. He removed the butter suppositories from the freezer and placed them on the ice slab, within easy reach. He also arranged a pillow and a pancha (coarse, thin cotton towel) in the kitchen. He knocked on Savita’s door and invited both sisters into his apartment. This time, both were ready and waiting for him to call, dressed in their best clothes and wearing light makeup. He also caught a whiff of light floral perfume. Kajal carried the sleeping baby in her arms while Savita brought in trays filled with spices. Like all good Gujarati housewives, she too bought a year’s supply in summer. Since Shyam’s balcony faced due west and caught the sun in the afternoons, she had decided to use it to dry the spices while they were in his apartment. It added a nice homely touch too, she thought.

“Kajal chal, ab tujhe agla sabak sikhayen.”

“Kajal come, let’s teach you the next lesson.” He said as Savita went into the balcony to spread the spices out to dry. Kajal could never have suspected what lesson he was about to teach her.

Kajal placed the sleeping baby on the divan and switched on the TV. She glanced surreptitiously at Savita who was out on the balcony, before following Shyam into the kitchen. The dining table and chairs had been restored to their places in the kitchen and the table fan blowing over the ice slab had cooled down the air quite a bit. Shyam stood leaning against the cooking platform. He was still in his street clothes; he hadn’t even taken off his shoes yet, something that he usually did immediately upon coming home. She rushed to him but he stopped her in her tracks with a gesture of his hand.

“Jaao, pehle dono darwaze bandh kar ke aao.”

“First go and close both doors.” He commanded, referring to the door between the living room she thought. Well, let’s play along and see what it leads to; she said to herself. She took off her pallu and started unbuttoning her blouse.

“Ruko! Kitni besharam ho! Pallu ko apne danton me pakad kar uski aad mein blouse utaro.”

“Wait! How can you be so shameless! Hold the pallu between your teeth and take off the blouse behind it.” He told her, and she complied quietly, her eyes downcast. She shrugged the unbuttoned blouse off her shoulders and then peeled it down her arms.

“Ab apni bra utaro. Pallu ko waise hi pakad ke rakho.”

“Now take your bra off. Keep holding up the pallu.” He told her. She unhooked her bra, her breasts thrusting forward as she reached behind her, then shrugged the bra off.

“Ab pallu ko theek se lapeto aur apni panty utaro.”

“Wrap your pallu properly and take off your panties.” He instructed.

She complied, bending and raising the hem of the sari, then reaching inside to grasp her panties. He enjoyed the sight of Kajal struggling awkwardly to take off her panties while still keeping the pallu on her naked breasts and baring as little of her thighs as possible. She was finally through with the calisthenics and the panties lay near her feet. She waited for further instructions, eyes averted. All this while, Shyam was leaning against the cooking platform. Then he casually sat on a chair and pulled her down across his lap, face down. She didn’t know what to expect and put up a bit of a struggle as he raised her sari up. He swatted her across her thighs to restrain her.

“Hilo mat aur chup chap raho!”

“Don’t move and be quiet!” He commanded her.

He then moved the sari up until her plump, full buttocks were bared before his eyes. He moved his hands over the silky skin of her round buns. Underneath the smooth skin, they were tight and muscular. He kept caressing and fondling her buttocks, once in a while squeezing them hard and even pinching them.

“Kajal meri jaan, teri chootad kitni chikni hai! Usko dabane mein bahut maza aa raha hai. Jee karta hai ki usse choom loon. Lekin ab tumhe saza dene ka waqt ho gaya hai. Taiyar ho?”

“Kajal my darling, your ass is so smooth! It’s a pleasure to fondle it. In fact I feel like kissing it, but it’s now time for your punishment. Are you ready?” He asked.

By now Kajal knew what was coming. She braced herself kağıthane escort and nodded as he lazily continuing to caress her buttocks. Suddenly, Shyam raised his hand and swatted her ass with his open palm, and a resounding slap echoed through the little kitchen. Kajal was caught off guard and screamed out loud. But she cut it off midway by burying her mouth against Shyam’s thigh.

“Bahut laga kya? Aise chillaogi toh poori building ko pata chal jayega. Yeh lo.”

“Did it hurt? If you scream like this, the whole building will come to know. Here, take this.” He said and offered her the balled up end of her pallu, which she inserted in her mouth to muffle any more screams. He resumed caressing her smooth ass, crooning sweet nothings to her and then suddenly, landed another hard slap on her bottom. He heard her muffled scream and felt a shiver pass through her slender frame.

“Dekho, jyada dard hua toh haath upar kar ke mujhe rok dena. Thik hai?”

“Look, if you find the pain too much, raise your hand and stop me, OK?” Shyam instructed her and again she nodded.

Over the next ten minutes or so, Shyam continued to land open handed slaps on her fleshy rump. Between the slaps, he gently caressed and fondled her ass and her bare back, whispering and crooning to her. Her screams were soon replaced by more or less continuous moans and she started sweating profusely. He ass became hot to the touch, although her dark brown skin didn’t show up any reddening or bruises. He also felt her warm pussy juices drip and wet his trousers at his thigh. She was fully aroused and rubbed her pussy against him as she lay across his lap. He was mesmerized by the way her ass bounced and shook in response to his slaps. She sobbed & moaned and her eyes were tearful but she didn’t stop him at any time. At last, Shyam stopped. He bent and kissed her bare back, her pallu having shifted to one side.

“Kajal meri jaan, ab kafi sazaa ho gayi. Chal uth aur apne mard ki seva kar.”

“My darling Kajal, that’s enough punishment. Come, serve your man now.” He said, helping her to her feet.

She stood before him as he continued to lounge in the chair. She wrapped her pallu tightly around her shoulders and tucked its end into her waist band. She then bent and unbuttoned his shirt and helped him out of it, running her fingers through his thick, curly chest hair. She noticed that he still had his shoes on. She knelt at his feet, undid the laces and removed his shoes and socks. Then she got up, fetched thepancha, soaked it in ice cold water and lovingly laved his feet with it. She loosened the free end of her pallu from her waistband and dried Shyam’s feet with her pallu. In the process, her pallu slid off her shoulders and her beautiful, sexy breasts peeped out from under it. She lovingly kissed the soles of his feet and rubbed them over her face. She then held the soles of his feet tightly against her bare breasts, closing her eyes as she savored their rough, cool touch against her silky skin. Shyam was very pleased with Kajal’s actions and his hard cock strained against the tight confines of his shorts.

“Chal, ab mera lund choos.”

“Come, suck my cock.” He commanded huskily.

She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the waistband of his trousers and unzipped his fly. She then reached inside through the waistband of his shorts and gently eased out his hard, drooling cock. She rubbed its wet head against her face and deeply inhaled the masculine scent of his cock. All this time, Shyam’s hips twitched impatiently, waiting for her hot, wet mouth to engulf his cock. At last, he felt her warm breath on the head of his cock as she pulled back his foreskin and hovered over it with her mouth wide open.

“Aahhh… Kajal meri jaan! Khoob chooso aur chato merey lund ko!”

“Aahhh… My darling Kajal! Lick and suck my cock!” Shyam sighed as he closed his eyes and moved his hips to thrust his cock in her mouth.

She applied herself diligently to the task at hand, licking up and down his shaft, not minding the rough edges of his zipper rubbing against her soft cheeks. Her tongue flicked all around his wet cock head, licking up the sticky pre-cum dribbling out of his slit. She engulfed his cock with her mouth, taking it as deep as she could, closing her lips around his shaft and sucking on it as the cock head hit against the back of her throat.

“Haan. Aise hi usko apne gale ke andar le lo. Gala dheela chhod do.”

“Yess… That’s it. Relax your throat and take it right in!” He encouraged her, stroking her hair and caressing her face. She struggled gamely to swallow his cock, but try as she might, she couldn’t make much headway. Shyam then thought up another way. He pulled out of her mouth and stood up, raising her on to her feet. He positioned the small (4′ x 2′) table so that the short edge rested against a wall.

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Mark had booked into the hotel before the conference he was attending, and he was looking forward to a rest after all the travel to get there. The setting for the hotel and conference centre was an old country house that could have been the setting for a period drama. The place certainly had a feeling of sophistication and tradition. Best of all, Mark noticed that the maids all wore uniforms that were very much in the style of a French maid’s uniform, dark and silky, with a white apron and quite a short skirt, and all quite revealing!

Once in the room, he was eager for a shower, since it had been a hot day. So, after unpacking, he went into the shower, then realised there was no towel. There were none on the rail and he couldn’t find a towel anywhere else. A little bit frustrated at not being able to have his shower just yet, he rang reception, to be told someone would be up shortly.

A few minutes later there was a knock at the door, and he opened it to see a lovely girl in a very sexy maid’s outfit that showed off her ample curves and long legs.

“Hello, my name is Susan,” she said with an enchanting smile. “I understand you can’t find the towels. Would you like me to come in to see if I can locate them?”

Mark agreed, pointing out he could not find any towels. As she walked past him, he could not fail to notice her long legs and how her bottom wiggled delightfully in her outfit.

She walked into the bathroom and pulled opened a drawer Mark had overlooked and, pulling out a towel. “Is this what you are looking for?” Susan said with a smirk.

“Oops, I didn’t notice that drawer, it was well hidden,” replied Mark.

As Susan walked back to the door, she turned around. “Glad to be of help. Are you here for the conference for wildlife guides?”

Mark went to reply, but he was momentarily preoccupied. Standing in the door, Susan’s uniform perfectly outlined her curvaceous and sexy form, with her long wavy auburn hair tumbling down.

“Yes, I’m here for the conference for wildlife guides.”

“Well, you can’t be that observant if you couldn’t find the towels.” And she said this with a smirk, looking directly at him with her stunning blue eyes.

“I’ve noticed you are booked for two nights. I’m on call if you need anything”. Then, after a pause, “or want something.”

Then she was out the door, but Mark was intrigued. Had she given a slight pout as she had said ‘want something’, as if she knew he had noticed her curvaceous figure!

With thoughts of Susan in his mind, Mark undressed and got into the shower. There was a mirror above the sink, and he could see he still had a good tan from the recent trip he had been on, and he could clearly see the ‘white bits’ where his shorts had been. Turning around he was pleased his white bottom still looked good for his age. Of course, it was not as good as Susan’s bottom, that he started to dream about.

As he had his shower, he rubbed shower gel over his body and started to massage the gel into his slumbering cock. As he did this, he started to imagine it was Susan’s hand on his cock, which started to grow. He did this for a while, enjoying the feeling. Masturbating, he kept trying to imagine it was Susan who was eagerly and enthusiastically giving him a good wank. He carried on like this for a while, developing a full stiff erection, dreaming of Susan. Susan in her uniform, kneeling in front of him, as he ejaculated all over her face, hair and cleavage. He almost came with this very naughty thought, but not quite. He was tired and after playing with his cock for a while longer, he turned off the shower, used the towel to dry himself down, then went to bed, with thoughts of Susan in that uniform, still running through his mind.

Then there was the alarm waking him up and, as he got up, he noticed he had a big ‘boner’. All that dreaming about the maid. He wanted to spend some time to deal with his erection but had to get ready for the conference. So, as his erection slowly subsided, he shaved, washed his face, and cleaned his teeth, before opening up the door to go down to breakfast. As he walked along the corridor Susan came out of one of the rooms. “Hello there,” she smiled, “it looks like you’re up and alert early this morning!”

My God Mark thought to himself. She is so gorgeous – if only she knew of the naughty fantasies I had about her! He then went down to breakfast and headed back up to his room about 30 minutes later, before going to the conference. Opening the door of his room there was a sight to behold, Susan was on the far side of his bed, making it up.

Looking towards him and smiling, her ample boobs were perfectly outlined in that tight uniform.

“Enjoy your breakfast?” She then moved around the bed the near side, to tuck in the rest of the sheets, and bent right over.

Wow, it was a sight to behold! Susan’s thighs and perfect bottom was perfectly outlined in her short skirt. He was mesmerised and just wanted to go up to her from behind, lift up that skirt, then caress her knickers before pulling bahçeşehir escort them down, and thrust into her from behind!

With this fantasy going through his mind Susan turned around to look round to him, without standing up.

“Like the view?” Susan said with an innocent look.

“Err … what?” Mark had the look of an animal dazzled in car headlights.

“Do you like the view out of the window?”

“Yes,” said Mark, relieved he had not been caught out looking at her lovely behind.

As Susan went out of the door with the dirty linen she looked round to Mark, paused, then smiled.

“I hope you had some nice dreams last night, do enjoy your conference.”

This confused Mark even more, why on Earth would she mention having nice dreams. Did she know something?

As Susan closed the door she smiled, and a wicked smile. She knew Mark was eyeing her up from the very start, and even though he was an older guy, she fancied him and had been flirting with him. She also knew he had been dreaming last night, and must have had some naughty dreams, hopefully about her in her uniform! She knew this since she had noticed some tell tail marks on his bed linen just right where his cock would have been. It looked like he had been oozing some precum, the naughty boy. Mind you, if he had wanked himself off, she couldn’t notice any sperm stains. As a maid she could be quite the hotel detective!

It was a busy day for Mark at the conference, followed by a great time talking with friends and contacts at the bar that evening. In the end he didn’t get back to his room to quite late. A pity, it would have been nice to see Susan again. Anyway, feeling tired, and a bit drunk, he went straight to bed.

In the morning he woke up early, before the alarm. His mouth was dry, and he needed a drink. So, he had a drink of water and decided to clean his teeth – what he forgot to do last night. And to refresh himself even more, he decided to shave early.

Back in bed, he changed his alarm for a little bit later, but he could not sleep with thoughts of Susan in that maid’s uniform going through his mind again. He caressed his cock for a while, imagining it was Susan’s hand, then dreamed of Susan starting to lick and suck his cock. Then the fantasy changed again, and Susan was still sucking his cock, but straddled over the top of him in the 69 position, slowly lowering herself onto his face until her skirt formed a ‘tent’ over him as he started to nuzzle her wet panties.

By now he had a huge erection and dreaming about her, he almost came, but he wanted to revel in the thoughts, and held back, but was he was so randy, and was producing lots of precum. After caressing his very rigid cock for a while, he went into a lovely doze, dreaming of Susan in her uniform. Then he was woken up by the alarm and went for a shower.

As he washed himself, he stared to dream of Susan again and, as he rubbed shower gel into his cock, he starting to dream of what Susan’s ample and pert tits might look like. Then, as his ‘soaped’ up his growing cock, he imagined it was sliding in and out of Susan’s warm and very wet pussy. He was in heaven and in his own World when there was a knock at the door and Susan’s voice. “Housekeeping.”

“OK, I’ll be there,” Mark said as he frantically washed the soap off and dried himself down before putting a towel around his torso.

But he still had an erection and it was making a tent in the towel and it wouldn’t go away! What should he do? Luckily, he remembered there was hand towel and he draped it over his lower arm to hide his erection.

He went out of the bathroom to go to the door, only to hear the key unlocking the door and Susan, in that uniform, that sexy uniform, coming through the door.

“Sorry.” said Susan. “I thought you had got up earlier and were at breakfast.”

Saying it in a way that stressed the ‘UP’.

“No, I had lay in and was having a shower.”

“Looks like you have had some sun, you have a nice tan there. Is that hand towel for washing?”

And without giving him the chance to do anything, she skilfully took the hand towel away from his arm.

Susan had taken the towel assuming and hoping she had an impact on him and she wasn’t disappointed, his erection was making an obvious tent in his towel.

“So that is why you had the hand towel on your arm!”

“I can see that I was correct in assuming you got up early,” she said, with a very naughty look on her face.

Then, as she used her hands to push up her breasts, she said, “are you standing to attention because of me?”

“Yes!”

Smiling she said, “I am so glad to hear that”.

She then gently caressed his cock through the towel. As she did this Mark pulled her into his embrace and they kissed, slowly at first, then with passion, tongues intertwined. Mark then started to feel the outline of her breasts, her waist, and her hips through the silky uniform, Susan revelling in his touch. He then run his hands down the soft skin of bakırköy escort her thighs then up under her skirt and squeezed her panty clad bottom, using some of his fingertips to brush her clitoris and vagina through her panties.

Then she pushed him back onto the bed, and the front of the towel opened up, to show Mark’s full and stiff erection.

“Is that for me?’ Susan giggled, as she knelt down, in front of him, and clasped her hand around his big throbbing member.

“‘It is so hot and stiff’ she said with a pout.

Then, looking directly up into his eyes, “such a nice, big, cock.”

With that she used her fingertips to brush up and down his shaft, touching every part, before using her thumb and fingers to gently brush up and down his cock, the taught skin sliding over the hard shaft underneath, hard but with that slight softness and give of an erect cock. As she did this, some precum oozed out and she smeared it over his helmet until it was all shiny, Mark gasping at her touch, his cock growing bigger.

Then Susan cradled his balls and then knelt down to start to lick and explore his shaft, getting turned on by the phallic shape and the bulging helmet. As she did this, she also looked up into Mark’s eyes, who was so turned on by Susan in her maid’s uniform, licking his cock! As he looked on, gasping at her touch, she licked up to his helmet, then kissed the very head of his penis, before slowly, very slowly, slid her lips over his helmet.

She sucked his helmet for a while before pulling away to enjoy the view of his phallic erect cock, with his helmet glistening with her saliva. As she squeezed his shaft, more precum oozed out of his cock. Susan smiled, lent forward, and looking right into Mark’s eye, lapped up his precum with her tongue and swallowed!

She then started to suck his cock again, slowly at first, but down towards the base as far as she could go, Mark mesmerized as he watched her mouth and lips skilfully and tenderly slid down over his cock, then back up again. Susan would lick his cock for a while, then suck, and sometimes give it slobbery kisses whilst looking up at Mark.

Then she started to suck with more speed, swallowing more of his precum. Then she sucked more and more, faster, faster, Mark started to gasp and pant heavily.

Susan could feel Mark cock getting bigger, the helmet swelling even more, and she kept sucking and sucking, she so wanted him to come, to come in her mouth, to swallow his sperm! She was so turned up by what she was doing to him.

Mark couldn’t believe the delightful view before him, of Susan in her maid’s uniform eagerly sucking him off. Then his whole cock starting to shudder and pulsate, like a volcano about to erupt.

“Susan, Susan,” he cried, “I’m coming!”

With that he let out an animal-like groan, like a bear on heat, and she felt his cock suddenly expand even more. Then his whole body went into a spasm, with his hips rising up and his cock involuntary sliding further into her welcoming mouth. Then, pulsating and pumping, his cock erupted. She felt the first eruption of sperm and swallowed, then the second, then the third. It was like his whole being and essence was coming out of his cock and she was sucking up all his latent energy.

Finally, Mark’s spasm started to subside as Susan continued to suck his cock, savouring the last of his cum. As Mark breathed heavily, getting his breath back, she could feel his spent cock shrinking in her mouth. She pulled away and smiled and the impact she had, and how amazing it had felt to feel his erect cock in his mouth and then for him to come! She also noticed a last bit of cum was oozing out, so she took the whole of his shrunken penis into her mouth again and washed it clean. She then slid up to kiss Mark, pushing her body and her silky maid’s uniform onto his sweating body.

I hope you enjoyed that she said with a very big smile, before kissing him.

They kissed and cuddled for a while. Then Mark cradled her, face in his hands, looking lovingly into her eyes, and said, “What about you? You are still fully clothed in that very sexy outfit!”

Susan was still ‘fully dressed’, if that was the right word. Her skimpy black dress was ultra-revealing, the silky fabric pushed up against Mark and his penis, as it was beginning to whimper and soften.

“Let’s cuddle on the bed,” she whispered, pushing Mark down onto the big double bed then shuffling next to him. Blissfully happy in her embrace, Mark fell into a contented sleep for about 10 minutes, Susan smiling sweetly as she looked at his dishevelled appearance.

Finally, he woke up and his energy levels returned, he reached over and kissed her deeply. She accepted, as the two bodies folded into one. Her perfume induced a provocative feeling inside Mark’s head, she tasted good like fresh strawberries, delicious and sweet, and she felt so divine in that skimpy maid’s uniform.

All the sensations that Mark was used to feeling when he kissed a desirable woman were there başakşehir escort for him to enjoy. But there was more with Susan in that uniform and he began to let his hands roam around her delicious curves.

“Stand up,” he whispered. “You feel so amazing in that uniform.”

As he continued to caress her curves through her skimpy uniform, Susan was starting to get really turned on.

He continued to caress her for quite a while, feeling her breasts through her uniform, before finally, and very slowly, unzipping her skimpy uniform and letting it fall to the floor.

“Like what you see?” she whispered.

As she stood before him in her very sexy bra and panties, she looked so alluring, with quite large and pert breasts, a narrow waist, and curvaceous hips. They then cuddled, Mark naked, and Susan now semi-naked, revelling in the warmth of their bodies. Her soft skin was so enticing, and her waist and hips were heaven to him as he gently brushed his fingertips and hands over her feminine form.

His hands played firmly along her side, then over her ample behind, covered in those scanty panties, before sliding his hand into her panties, over her bare behind, until his fingertips touched her pussy. She was so aroused now, her pussy so wet and feeling like treacle as he caressed her pussy lips with his fingertips, probing into the entrance of her pussy.

Susan trembled at his touch, almost falling with the intensity of it all. Mark, sensing this, gently laid her down on the bed. He then slid up the bed and started to kiss her panties, before rubbing his nose very gently over the damp fabric, then pushed his nose, and the knickers, into the entrance of her wet pussy.

At the same time his hands slid up the side of her waist, then up to her breasts, caressing them through her bra. With the tip of his nose rubbing her pussy through her panties, and his hands fondling her breasts, Susan was in ecstasy.

Finally, he stopped caressing her with the tip of his nose and slowly kissed all the way up her body, to her cleavage, before pulling her tight into his embrace, then kissing, tongues intertwined. He then tried to undo her bra strap, but with the intensity of it all, didn’t get very far. Susan pushed him gently away, and smiling, looked deep into his eyes with a sultry look, skilfully unclipping her bra, then holding her loose bra to her bosom with her hands.

“Ready?” she whispered, then let her bra drop, Mark finally seeing her lovely breasts for the first time, looking so pert and inviting!

For the next five minutes or so Mark blissfully touched and caressed Susan’s breasts and nipples. He loved the way they felt in his hands and that lovely squashy feel as he gently squeezed them. Then he ever so gently stroked each breast, covering every inch of skin, paying special attention to the sensitive underside of each breast. He then starting to kiss and lick one breast whilst his other hand continued to massage the other. Susan was getting turned on with all the attention to her breasts. Then Mark started to lick and suck one nipple, then the other. Susan was now feeling powerful emotions, not only was Mark turning her on, caressing her very sensitive breasts, as Susan stroked Mark’s hair, she could ‘feel’ the intensity of it all, as if she was breathing life into Kevin as he sucked and worshipped her breasts.

“Do keep stroking and sucking my breasts, it feels so wonderful, and you are making them so sensitive!”

She always had sensitive breasts, and under Mark’s touch it really felt like an orgasm was building up. But that lovely pre-orgasmic feeling was building up and spreading from her breasts rather than her vagina, her protruding nipples becoming super hard and sensitive. Then her whole body started to glow, feeling like one erogenous zone. Mark, sensing this, continued to suck and lick each breast as he started to run his hands all over her naked upper torso. Then her whole body started to shudder, as she reached an intense orgasm, and all from Mark worshipping her breasts!

Susan had to regain her breath and Kevin was lying next to her, watching her with a smile.

“It was so lovely to watch you come!”

Susan was still out of breath after her orgasm, her breasts heaving up and down. Kevin then slid back down the bed, kissed her panties, then slowly removed them. At this point, as Mark slid her panties down her legs and off her feet, Susan felt so utterly relaxed in post-orgasmic bliss.

Peering over the end of the bed Mark started to kiss and suck her toes before slowly kissing the way up her legs to her thighs, then her now naked pussy, her labia lips so wet and puffy with the intensity of it all, and her recent orgasm. He then stared to kiss her pussy, suck gently on her labia, and use the tip of his tongue to circle her clitoris, his nose being tickled by the small amount of pubic hair that framed her pussy.

He sensed her reaction as she pushed up her hips ever so gently into his face, as if she was melting, opening up her body up to his advances, and wrapping her legs around his face.

As their love making continued, Mark’s hands slid over her midriff and up to her naked breasts, his hands massaging each breast, his fingertips tweaking her sensitive nipples. At the same time, he continued to kiss, lick, and suck her pussy and clitoris.

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Hi, I haven’t posted much for a while. I have been very busy as you will understand when you read the following.

If this is your first visit to my bio on Lit, it might be worth your while flicking back through a few earlier episodes. But what the hell, if you don’t fancy that, then just enjoy this,

Chapter 1

Of course we didn’t win the stupid contest with Colin’s ridiculous creation. Of course I didn’t have sex with my mum and of course nothing happened between the three of us, as had looked possible at one time.

I came back from Berlin a bit pissed off with both my mum and Colin for, after the Erotic Festival they had little time for me, and spoiled bitches need to be centre stage, don’t they? And with them I was certainly not that.

So, back in London, I threw myself into my work and, to a lesser extent, my studying. The studying was bog standard and exceedingly boring, but, I suppose, necessary. My work was anything but bog standard and was becoming far from boring.

My work, as those who have followed my Lit submissions, will be aware, is modelling; photographic modelling, glamour photographic modelling, lingerie and nude, photographic modelling and more. More? Yes, that stage beyond nude modelling where open leg poses, touch and expression become important so that the model simulates sex, simulates masturbation and simulates orgasms. But more even than that. For recently, it was what went on over and above the posing and shooting that had become so important.

It was the extras that were setting me aside from many of the other models and it was them that had made me the money to support myself at college.

The extras such as: me masturbating as the photographer looked on; the photographer playing with my tits and sometimes my pussy, him, they were nearly always hims, massaging and masturbating me; me doing that for him and letting him cum on me and now and then me giving him a blow job.

For some time, well at least a couple of months I hadn’t included full sex on the menu, but of course it made its way there eventually.

So now, some three months after Berlin, I was being paid to let men fuck me. Only those, I claimed, however, that I fancied, found interesting and might have had sex with, even unpaid: well we all need some moral fallback, don’t we?

The first time was tough, I have to admit that. Both doing it and thinking about it afterwards.

He was a forty something, reasonably good looking, married bloke called Adam. About six feet tall, nicely slim with dark curly hair, he was good looking, maybe even handsome, but it wasn’t his looks that got him the ‘ultimate’ extra. It wasn’t also the hundred quid he paid me, although that did help, of course. No, it was his sharp and rather self-deprecating sense of humour, the way he sent both himself and me up, his broad range of interests, wit, quick mind and his thoughtful and considerate approach. He didn’t try to hide his reasons for hiring me. “I like looking at pretty girls and even more pretty girls with no clothes on,” No ‘it’s all about art’ BS or trying to rationalise the reason why he wanted to have me naked and look at my tits. I liked his direct, no frills approach and he easily passed my ‘would I fancy him in normal circumstances test.’

He had already asked for poses over and above those specified by the studio. My portfolio specified ‘Glamour, underwear, nude and speciality posing.’ As with most photographers who booked models such as me, they quickly enquired about the ‘speciality’ stuff. This led to a discussion on spread leg and pussy shots, me touching myself and simulated personal masturbation poses, all of which he had bought for an extra fifty pounds.

“So does Sammi go further than just flashing her bits,” he said as he knelt between my opened legs focusing his camera on my blue-painted fingernails, which he had placed on my neatly trimmed patch of, nearly, blonde, pubic hairs: yes I am a natural!

“That depends,” I said smiling as he took hold of my wrist and moved my fingers a little so that my forefinger slid onto my slightly gaping lips, right next to my clit.

“On what?” He asked shooting away with his Canon digital SLR.

I smiled. “Oh many things.”

He moved his camera nearer to me presumably for close up shots of my finger on my pussy, a really creative shot I always think.

“Such as?”

“Well……………… er, um, who is asking, for a start.” I replied as I became a little disoriented due to the surge of sexual pleasure I was giving myself

He beamed a nice smile. Moving a little so that his leg in his jeans pressed against my thigh he said.

“Well that’s obvious isn’t Sammi, it’s me. Do I pass? Could you bend your knees and move your feet nearer your bum please?”

“That also depends,” I replied bringing my knees up into the classic, ‘I’m ready to be fucked pose,’ flashing my pussy at him and his camera as I did so.

“On what?”

“On what you want?”

“What do you offer?”

Smiling, I said. “That also depends.”

He ataşehir escort lowered his camera.

“Look let’s cut to the chase,” he said smiling, taking several shots of my pussy in quick succession.

“Ok,” I murmured as I felt some more tremors of sexual arousal as my finger stroked around my clit, as he had asked.

“I would like to have sex with you Sammi.”

“How much sex?”

“Everything. Could you straighten your legs again, close them, and stretch them out before you?” He asked lifting himself and straddling me just above my knees. His erection was very obvious in his thin trousers.

I remained silent for a moment as he went on. “Rub your clit again in this pose Sam.”

I did and it felt good. I liked being watched and photographed as I masturbated.

He was clicking off shot after shot of my hands, fingers and pussy and was gradually panning up my body. He took several of my tits, focusing in tight on my very erect nipples. Then he was taking my face and wider angle shots combining, firstly my face and my tits, then those and my figers on my clit.

“That’s a fantastic expression, Sammi.”

“Is it?” I whispered croakily.

“Yes it’s a real, I want to be fucked expression.”

Another “Is it?” slipped from my lips.

“Yes very much so, do you?”

“What?”

“Want to be fucked and if so how much?”

“Eighty quid,” somehow slid from my mouth.

It was only when he put the camera down and started to unzip himself that I realised what I had done; agreed to have full sex with a punter.

He was quickly as naked as I was, well almost for I was still wearing a suspender belt and black seemed stockings.. Equally quickly, he was lying beside me pulling me into his arms. I toyed with the idea of asking for the money first as I always did with my more usual extras, but with my tits crushed against his chest and his gorgeously hard dick rearing up my stomach, that didn’t seem appropriate.

He kissed me. I hadn’t expected that. My first inclination was to pull away, but it was actually quite nice, so I let him continue.

He was a good lover. He took his time, seemed as concerned for my pleasure as he was for his own and moved the sex along at a pace suitable to both of us. He caressed my tits ands played with nipples and then rubbed my clit and pussy, just as a ‘normal’ lover would. It was quite easy to forget that I was selling myself to him.

“You ready?” He asked squeezing one boob and sucking a nipple, quite hard.

“Mmmmm, yes I am.”

Fortunately, and I was so lucky here, he had his own condoms and didn’t expect me to supply one, for I didn’t have any: I have never made that mistake again!

Chapter 2.

“Why don’t you sell it properly?” Monique a French photographic model I had got to know through a studio asked me a few weeks later, when we were having a coffee and brandy at an outside table at a bistro in Wandsworth Bridge Road.

I had told her that I had started offering sex as one of my extras. We were very open about such things; after all when you pose together simulating lesbian sex, you do become quite close. We had done that three times.

She had been offering it for some time before me and in some ways, she was the encouragement, or whatever you want to call it, that had persuaded me, well that’s my story.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve pretty much stopped modelling now.”

“Have you, why?” I asked.

Smiling and taking a deep drag on the foul smelling Gauloise she patriotically smoked, she replied.

“I’ve found a better occupation.”

I laughed at her slight misuse of English by terming nude modelling as an occupation.

“And what’s that?”

“I do escort work.”

“What meeting men in hotels and that stuff?”

“Yes.”

“Isn’t it dangerous?”

“Not if you’re with the right agency, as I am.”

She explained it to me stressing that the clients were thoroughly vetted and that the minimum payment a girl got was £250.00 for an hour’s work.

“But that goes up massively for more kinky stuff and all nighters. It’s not uncommon to get a £1000 job.”

We talked at some length about it. I was more interested to learn about it than to think I would do it. The more Monique talked though, and the more she suggested I should try it, so my curiosity, and greed I suppose, increased.

Since that first time with Adam some six weeks ago, I had done it eight or nine times I suppose. And to be absolutely truthful I actually enjoyed nearly all of them. That was the most difficult aspect of the whole slightly sordid situation for me to understand. Were hookers supposed to enjoy it? I had always doubted that they did, but from the moment Adam had slid the condom on his cock, I had laid back my legs open and had welcomed him between them, I had gained almost as much pleasure and satisfaction from this illicit sex as I did from unpaid stuff. What a mixed up and illogical set of thought processes and morals I have!

“I hope you don’t mind avcılar escort and will understand Sammi, but I need to see you undressed,” the escort agency owner told me.

It was a couple of weeks after my chat with Monique. That had ended with her suggesting I think about the idea of becoming an escort and to let her know if I wanted an introduction to her agency.

After that first fuck with Adam I had been full of doubt and a degree of remorse. I had questioned just where all this might lead me, after all not too many twenty-three year old girls from my classic, British, middle class background become hookers, or do they? I had no one I could turn to for any sort of advice or counselling. I mean, you can hardly ask your mum what she would think if her daughter sold her body for sex and my older lover DD, would never understand, men just don’t do they?

I had always lived a bit on the edge. What with drugs and girls, older men and some quite extreme sex, I had always struggled with understanding morals, restrictions and taboos. I really did have a hedonistic outlook, if one enjoys something, how can that be wrong? So I indulged in all those things. I did smoke a lot of pot, popped some pills and messed around with various white powders. I did have sex with other women, and I did fuck older men, particularly DD the English lecturer at Bristol Uni who, after I left in the second year became, and still is, my lover. So was I now just thinking of another experience, another buzz, another turn on or, was I taking that step that tips someone over the edge. I didn’t think so, I can control myself and shape my destiny, after all I had given up smoking hadn’t I, cigarettes that is, of course.

“I need to check for tattoos, piercings and the like,” he explained. “I can get my secretary to come in if you like?”

I had called Monique and said I was interested and she had offered to arrange an appointment for to see Tom Marston the escort agency owner. “He’s a really nice guy,” she’d explained, “Not a bit seedy or pervy, all business-like and very professional.”

Asking if I needed a female chaperone struck me as rather ironic, considering I was here to get work selling my body. In any case modelling had helped me overcome any shyness I had about flashing my bits.

“No that’s ok,” I said.

I was wearing a mid blue, sleeveless, vee neck, cable knit sweater over a white tee, with tight, white jeans. The sweater was hip length and I wore a big, three inch belt with a massive buckle round my waist. No stockings or socks for I was wearing strappy mid-heeled shoes with my red painted toes on view, tarts shoes as I had read the late Princess Di called them.

“There’s a screen over there you can use.”

“How much do I take off?”

“Just down to your underwear.”

I didn’t have any tats or piercings, scars or other unsightly marks so I passed Tom’s test. It was encouragingly giving weight to Mon’s assertion at how well he organised everything, including closely vetting the clients. He even made me pull my boobs out from my bra and slip my panties down so he could inspect my tits, bum cheeks, tummy and pubes.

“Well you certainly have the essentials for escort work Sammi,” he told me going on to ask if I wanted to try it.

I said that I would like to for I had pretty much reached my decision before arriving at the smart offices in Hoxton, Tom’s attitude and approach had simply confirmed it.nt

Slipping into my jeans and tee and pulling my sweater over my head, I fluffed my hair up as I listened to him saying.

“Before you make your mind up I want you to have a good think about it. Lots of pretty girls are happy to get their kit and have sex with guys for stacks of loot. I need girls who are more than that. I need sophisticated and intelligent girls.”

The smartarse remark was out of my mouth before I could stop it; that’s always been a fault of mine, speak first and think later.

“Want me to take a test?”

Fortunately he got the irony and smiled.

“No that won’t be necessary, but I would like to join me for dinner tomorrow night, if that’s convenient?”

He said that car would pick me up the next evening from my home in Essex. That made my mind whirl for I was thinking how would I explain it to my mum. I asked him what I should wear and he deflected the question by simply telling me where we were eating. That clearly put the clothes issue back in my court: his test I guessed.

Anyway, that all went ok. I told mum I was seeing a guy who was very wealthy, explaining away the car, and that he was taking me to Nobu, which wasn’t where I was going. It seemed sensible to hide something, but the Nobu reference, explained the posh frock.

Apart from having to take endless calls on his mobile, I have six girls working he explained, the evening was great. It was almost like a date and I felt a little disappointed when he put me back in the car. I thought I had passed his test for he complimented me on the lowish cut, thin strapped, avrupa yakası escort black dress with a slightly flared, on the knee length skirt, I didn’t get drunk, snort any powder or pop any pills and I used all the right knives and forks.

In between the calls from both the girls and his ‘controller’ who he told me was in touch all the time, for each girl had a pager that was constantly switched on and ready for use if anything at all started to go wrong. “Which thankfully it rarely does,” he added comfortingly, he explained the pay and told me how he wanted his girls to behave.

You have to be like a real date. Most of the guys are after companionship and comforting almost as much as they are after sex. They are nearly all married and use my agency as a preference to having a mistress.

I understood what he meant my mind flitting back firstly to Adam and then several other photographers with whom I’d had sex. I certainly and, from what they said, them as well, found the sex more memorable and enjoyable when we kissed and cuddled as well as fucked.

Chapter 3

I didn’t realise to ages afterwards that my first ‘date’ was a set up. It was with an established client who I was ‘given’ to, to check me out: Tom’s sensible standard procedure.

It was though as scarey as hell. What had seemed a good idea, meeting for a drink in the bar of his upscale London west end hotel, having lunch at a well known, extraordinarily expensive and exclusive restaurant and then back to his hotel for the remainder of the afternoon, when Tom had briefed me, felt anything like it as I got ready. I told my mum I was going out to lunch with my ‘new rich boyfriend’ so when the car arrived, Tom always send cars to collect us and pick us up after dates, she wasn’t surprised: jealous maybe for she loves all the glam stuff.

She also wasn’t, therefore, surprised to see me in my tight, smart but casual, just right for lunch, Versace blue jeans, little silky, cerise coloured camisole top with spaghetti straps and a rumpled, beige linen jacket with the sleeves rolled up, very Miami Vice, a look that has very much come back in London.

“Hello you must be Sammi,” a, getting on for middle-aged, pleasant looking, slightly balding guy said in an American accent as I stood in the doorway to luxurious bar of the top hotel.

“Yes and you must be Derek.”

He was nice. Easy to talk to, not at all boastful and seemingly more interested in me than in talking about himself. I did though, as advised by Tom in my ‘training sessions,’ see he does take all measures to provide a great service, keep turning the conversation back to him: after all that is everyone’s favourite topic isn’t it? I mean no one is really interested in other people’s holiday photos are they?

A large glass of simply superb Chablis later and we were walking through Mayfair towards the restaurant. He was clearly well-known and we were shown to a corner table where we sat almost side by side with a view across the elegant restaurant: in my limited knowledge it seemed to be the best table.

He told me he owned an electronics company based in Illinois. By the advice from Tom and for discretion I didn’t ask its name or the town where he lived or worked. “Be interested, but not inquisitive” as Tom had explained.

He said he was married with three children, one of whom needed special care and hat had caused problems in the marriage. Although surviving and on the surface was fine, and he thought they still loved each other, he needs the buzz of girls like me.

“It keeps me young Sammi, and stops me straying,” he explained rather illogically, but who was I to disagree?

“Undress for me,” he asked politely, pouring us both a glass of champagne when we were in his sumptuous suite.

Does this make me a slut, a woman of easy virtue, a natural hooker or just a girl who lives on the edge, wants to push out the boundaries of her sexuality and loves to experiment, but I found undressing myself, then him, having extensive foreplay with a virtual stranger then fucking him twice that afternoon, so easy.

He wasn’t an especially good lover, but he was considerate, not particularly demanding and did, as Tom had intimated, want comfort and, I suppose ‘loving’ as much as he wanted sex.

It was flattering to see and hear his admiration and desire for me as I stood before him in the sitting room of the lounge and dropped the jacket on the floor. I ran my hands up and down my body a few times before lifting the lacy hem of the silky, cerise camisole up to my breasts. I stroked them through the material enjoying that feeling and liking the look on his face as I touched my tits. I pulled the camisole up and over my head and handed it to him: where the hell that idea came from I have no idea, perhaps I am a natural, born stripper!

“Oh Sammi, you have lovely breasts,” he said quietly, his eyes riveted on my little B cup fried eggs. I liked him saying that so I took my bra off and showed them to him in all their naked glory.

With lovers and when posing with photographers I adore being half undressed, either half actually, while the other party is fully clothed. I have no idea why, but it is such a massive turn on for me and that was the case with Derek. I think it was that turn on that made fucking my first escort client so relatively easy.

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Looking in the mirror, Katie started getting ready for the day. She could barely believe that she had been at the institute for twelve years. More unbelievable was the fact that she would soon be turning 35. She took a moment to take stock of her appearance: dark auburn hair (she obsessively kept the grey at bay with a hair appointment every six weeks), still a size 6, boobs still perky and her ass still in decent shape. All in all, she really didn’t have much cause for complaint but still – 35 was only a few days away.

Now, having a birthday on Valentine’s Day is an interesting thing. Double cool if you have a significant other and double crappy if you don’t. There would be no candy heart chocolates and roses this year. Katie had broken up with her long time boyfriend right before Thanksgiving. In hindsight, she realized that it was foolish to break up right before Christmas and to not wait until at least after her birthday because now she had to deal with all those “poor girl” sympathy driven people.

Leaving those thoughts behind, Katie finished getting ready for the day. While she enjoyed her class and the people that were in it, she was still happy that it was Friday. She didn’t have specific weekend plans and doubted many of her coupled friends would want to get together with single Katie over the romantic weekend. Valentine’s Day fell on Sunday, which meant the single people would be desperate to hook up and the coupled people would be engrossed in one another.

Walking into the classroom, Katie noticed that she had a new student. She smiled at him as he silently stared at her. He was interesting looking but not quite handsome: dark hair, dark eyes and square features; she couldn’t tell how tall he was, as he was sitting, but she assumed he was at least 6’2″ or so; she guessed he was around her age — definitely doable.

Laughing as she set her supplies down on her desk, Katie realized that she simply must find a date soon. More and more, she had been checking out every man she came across and lumping them into “would do” or “wouldn’t do” categories without even exchanging words. Granted, she would do such anyway, but now she was doing it with more intent even if she hadn’t worked up the courage to act upon any of the thoughts she had been having.

“I see we have a new student. Would you please stand and introduce yourself?” Katie asked to start the class.

He continued to stare at her but didn’t get up or acknowledge her question.

“Ms. Katie, I don’t think that he understands you. We . . . a couple of us, have tried talking with him without him understanding.” Maria, a fairly new student herself, said this.

“Thank you, Maria,” Katie said with a smile, though inwardly she was rolling her eyes and making a mental reminder to talk to Lisa about letting Katie know when enrolling students that didn’t even have a basic grasp of the language.

When the class ended, and everyone was leaving, Katie patted the new student on the back to get his attention. He paused and waited, looking at her. She smiled politely and asked, “Do you know any English? Do you understand what I’m saying?”

He narrowed his eyes and shook his head, negative. Katie had to look up at him, confirming her earlier assumption of height; she was certain he was close to a foot taller than her.

Moving to stand beside a chart with many different languages on it, Katie pointed to it and then pointed to him. He moved closer to examine the chart and pointed to one in the middle.

“Russian? Really? Crap, one that I’m completely unfamiliar with,” Katie said while wrinkling her nose as she pondered whose class might be better for him. Off the cuff, she couldn’t think of anyone at the institute that would be familiar enough with the language to pawn him off on. Pointing to herself, Katie said her name and waited to see if he would respond in kind.

“Alexei,” he said in a warm baritone voice that gave Katie a small, undetectable shiver. Well hell, she thought it was undetectable but the way his eyes changed as he was looking at her made her wonder. Smiling confidently he continued, “?? ????? ??????????. ? ?????????? ?? ???????? ???? ???? ?? ??????? ? ?????? ????.” (You are very beautiful. I would enjoy licking your body from head to toe.)

With each word his eyes made a journey down her body and back up again, so with the last word he was looking into her eyes awaiting a response. “Ah, well, hmm. I’m sure that I, er, we can accommodate you in your request.” Katie said, hoping that she was on track with the conversation. Then smiling with the knowledge that he wouldn’t understand she added mischievously, “Just between you, me and the wall I would be willing to accommodate you in many ways. I bet you look damned sexy without all of those clothes on.”

When his smile turned wicked upon hearing the word “sexy” Katie could feel her skin getting hot and wondered if maybe there were a few words he did understand. Alexei moved closer, leaning toward atakent escort her to run a solitary finger down the side of her face. “??, sexy. ?? ???? ?? ????? sexy ?????????.” (Yes, sexy. We would be very sexy together.) Katie’s breath caught and her pulse quickened, oh he definitely understood the word sexy.

The bell rang signaling that the next class was soon to begin, breaking the tension between them. Alexei stepped back and moved to make way toward the door to exit. When he reached the door he turned back and smirked, “? ???? ?????? ??? ????? ?????. ? ???? ??????? ???, ??? ? ??????????.” (I will see you again soon. I want to see all of you, naked and panting.)

The remainder of the day’s classes went well, with no surprises. Walking home, Katie gazed at the colorful Valentine’s Day decorations on display in store windows. While Valentine’s Day is a suck-ass commercialized holiday, it sucks even more if you don’t have anyone to share it with. Katie thought about stopping to buy herself a gift, however that would be a bit on the pathetic side so she decided against it.

It is funny how fast a weekend can go when you don’t do anything; Katie spent most of the weekend lounging around in her pajamas. Being single, it didn’t take much effort to keep her apartment clean and doing laundry for one doesn’t take all that much time. Normally she enjoyed her quiet, homebody life; the ability to masturbate day or night, as well as walking about nude are wonderful things. An overabundance of sappy movies on cable was doing her in, and by Sunday afternoon she decided to get dressed and take a long walk in the park.

“Damn!” After an hour of walking around Katie decided it wasn’t much better in the park than in her apartment. She sat on a park bench, leaned back and closed her eyes to enjoy the feel of the sun warming her skin as well as to block out all of the happy couples enjoying the day. Fucking people. Couldn’t they stay home and just bone each other all day? Lick chocolate off of each other and play that stupid game of ‘Who loves whom the most’. No, I’m not bitter, just lonely and horny. It happens to the best of women. Right? RIGHT!?

The hair on the back of her neck tingled as she became aware that someone was watching her. She wasn’t sure how she knew, but a gut feeling had her opening her eyes to look around. She saw her new student Alexei walking on the path toward her, staring at her intently. Her pulse jumped and she couldn’t help giving him the once over. He had long muscular legs in tight, well-fitted jeans and a white T-shirt that fit snuggly across broad shoulders. Oh, what is it about men in white? So yummy!

She continued to watch him watching her as he moved closer. She noticed that he walked as if he had a purpose; long, confident strides that ate the ground beneath him. He stopped when he reached the park bench and waved his hand in front of the empty part. Katie gave a sideways smile and nodded. Alexei sat and turned toward her. She continued to smile at him as she tilted her head and raised her eyebrows. Katie wasn’t sure what to expect yet remembering those last moments in class the other day, she figured it would have to be entertaining to some degree.

“Hi. Hello. Yes?” Alexei said uncertainly.

Katie nodded and said, “Hello.” She kept wondering what he wanted.

He was fun to look at and it put some testosterone in the air around her, so really, what did she have to lose. She had nothing better to do and nowhere better to be. She sensed a sexual under current between them but wasn’t sure if it was her own ramped up sex drive or a figment of her much too vivid imagination. No one needed to know that she had spent the morning masturbating to the idea of tackling Alexei and having her wild way with him. Something about him being so much bigger than her made her want to challenge herself against him. The bigger they are and all. Mostly, it just upped her amusement to have him sitting by her now.

The silence between them was starting to feel uncomfortable. Alexei slowly moved closer, as if he dared move too fast she might run away or disappear. This captured Katie’s curiosity and she waited to see what he was going to do. Alexei raised one hand and lightly stroked his fingers along her arm, while gazing at her to gauge her reaction. His fingers felt rough on her soft skin but Katie couldn’t think of a reason to ask him to stop. She knew it was inappropriate on some level but as they were both adults, what was the harm? Truth be told, she wasn’t all that inclined for him to stop.

Goose bumps appeared on Katie’s arms and Alexei’s expression changed from questioning to knowing and he became bolder with the caress. His fingers moved up to tease along her neck, circling the delicate skin around her ear before curling under to graze her jaw line. His other hand came up and he ran a finger down the side of her face before combing the sides of her hair ataköy escort back, away from her face.

“???? ???? ????????? ????? ? ???????????. ?????? ? ????? ?????? ??? ?????????. ? ????????? ???? ? ???? ????? ??? ?????, ?? ? ???????.” (Your skin is so soft and tempting. The look in your eyes so inviting. I wonder if I could have you here, in public.) Alexei said in hushed tones.

The sweetness of these gestures sparked more than simple curiosity in Katie; his light touches were making her ache and long for so much more. It was a tease and Katie knew she wouldn’t have the patience to continue sitting passively while her body started humming to life. She had stopped looking into his eyes and was now focused on his hard but full looking lips saying words that she couldn’t understand but hoping she was getting the gist of it. As he continued to stroke her arms, shoulders and neck Katie was wondering what it would be like to kiss him. Her tongue darted out and she licked her lips in anticipation, in readiness.

“? ???? ?? ????? ????. ???????? ????.” (I know you want me. Show me.) Alexei said more firmly, offering encouragement.

That’s it! Katie knocked his hands to the side as she leaned up and forward, placing her hands on his shoulder and placing her mouth a mere nod away from his. She was close enough that she could already taste the mixture of their breath. She hesitated, starting to doubt the situation. What if she had misunderstood? What if he was being nice and thought she simply needed comforting. Oh my God! What if he thought she just looked sad sitting all by herself and wanted to be kind to a fellow human?

Firmly, Alexei locked his arms around her torso resting his hands on the small of her back. He inclined his head, placing his lips on hers and Katie let out a small sigh of relief. On the inside, Katie started doing the happy dance. She couldn’t help but be hopeful as the little chant the preludes all of her sexual adventures started going through her head. “I’m gonna get some booty, I’m gonna get some booty, I’m gonna get some booty.” Ok, that’s enough of that. Focus on the kiss before he loses interest!

At first, they kept their lips soft and pliant, simply rubbing their mouths together and enjoying the small electrical feelings it induced. Katie was the first to break this pattern. She moved her hand to the back of his neck, pulling his mouth down to hers, forcefully with intent. This seemed to give him a signal he had been waiting for. He began stroking his hands along her back as he opened his mouth wider allowing his tongue to engage her tongue in the time old dance.

Oh, he tasted so good. Katie couldn’t define it exactly, but she couldn’t get enough of it. He made a sound that was definitely growl-like and then pulled her up so that she was sitting sideways across his lap. Katie started running her hand over his shoulder, digging her fingers in here and there, marveling at just how big he was, a foot taller and twice a wide.

The kiss deepened; Katie started panting into Alexei’s mouth when she felt his fingers on the bare skin of her back. His hands were under her shirt. Wait a minute! They were in the park; a public park at that and this might not be such a good idea. Alexei must have had the same thought at the same time because suddenly he pulled back, looking down at her with surprise and regret.

“?????-???, ???, ??? ????? ??? ? ????? ? ???????? ???????? ???-?? ??? ????? ??????” (Ah, so that is a no to sex in public? Perhaps somewhere else then?) Alexei said, waiting to see what Katie would do next.

Katie sat for a moment, taking it all in and weighing her options. She was utterly confident that if she wanted she could lead him back to her apartment. It would absolutely beat a night home alone. Considering it was her birthday as well as fucking Valentine’s Day, well what if this was her gift from the Fates or whoever was in control of chance meetings and coincidental hook-ups? Hell, what if it was a gift from the romance-meister, Cupid himself? Not that Cupid existed, but damn it sounded good as far as justifications went.

“Alexei?”

He looked at her expectantly as she stood and started patting her pockets to find her keys.

“Look, I know you don’t understand what I’m saying but I’m wondering if you would like to go back to my apartment with me and pick up where we left off?”

Katie said all this, using exaggerated hand motions. She pointed to herself, then him, simulated the kissing, pointing to her keys and then just stood with her hand reaching out to him. He seemed amused by her ministrations but quickly stood and placed his hand in hers. His eyes lit up as he squeezed her hand, showing her more than telling her that he understood. “Good. Yes?” He said, causing Katie to laugh with him as they started walking toward her apartment. He seemed quite content to follow her lead.

Funny, Katie no longer noticed the atalar escort couples in the park as she walked home holding Alexei’s hand. She was completely focused on what was to come. What was to come? Did she have condoms? Were Russian men circumcised? Was it a good idea to contemplate fucking someone you couldn’t exchange more than three words with? Did she even care? Nope, not really. Onward hormone soldiers!

They reached her apartment; Katie had no more than taken the key out of the door when Alexei pulled her roughly to him, using his shoulder to force the door closed behind him. Oh yes, exactly, yes. Gone were the searching kisses and light touches that took place in the park. While Katie was unsure about what he had been thinking about on the walk home, she definitely liked what those thoughts brought.

Something about what she was doing unleashed a feral, primal urge in Katie. She didn’t know this man from Adam, knew nothing about him and she wasn’t going to be able to tell him what to do, how to do it and what felt good. Katie was used to communicating those things verbally, coming to an understanding about what would happen long before clothes came off. This, it was outside of that comfort zone, increasing the excitement level, making it more daring and naughty.

She felt his fingers digging into her ass as he aggressively bit the side of her soft, willing neck. His thumbs hooked the top of her work out pants, waiting not-so-patiently for her to signal that it was acceptable to remove them. Her arms wrapped around his middle so she started tugging at his shirt, wanting to see his chest and arms, wanting to feel them against her body.

His shirt was half way up, when he stepped back a pace. He nodded and then knelt, taking her pants and panties down to the floor. He raised his arms, allowing Katie to pull off his shirt, which was still grasped in her hands. She looked down at him, a bit dumbfounded at how easily that had worked; normally taking off clothes didn’t happen that fluidly. Granted, it wasn’t all of the clothes and damn it, what does it matter? Kick the pants away and just look at all that skin and muscle, right there.

Alexei stayed in his kneeling position, his hands wrapped around each of Katie’s delicate ankles. Katie could see him looking at the dark red curls of her pubic hair. He appeared transfixed for a moment and Katie wondered what he was thinking. He looked up to her and smiled before leaning forward to nip at her silken belly. He ran his large, rough hands over her shapely calves, pausing at her knees to push her legs wide apart.

“????????? ??? ????. ????? ??? ??????. ? ???? ??????? ???, ?????? ??? ? ??????? ?? ??????.” (Open for me. Give me access. I want to see you, taste you and breath you in.) Alexei said as he began tickling his way up her soft, muscular thighs. He growled again, as he had in the park. The scent of her arousal became stronger. He could see droplets of moisture forming on her mound of lush curls, near her slit. He ran one finger over the curls as he leaned closer and used his other hand to lift her thigh and place it on his muscular shoulder. He rested his chin on her mound and looked up at her. Katie caught her breath in anticipation.

“Touch me, touch me, touch me. Now, now, now!”

Grinning to himself, understanding the intent if not the words, Alexei ran his forefinger up and down her moist slit, teasing her pink lips. He continued looking into her eyes, wanting to see just how long she could be teased and enjoying the growing tension in her body. His finger circled around her hardened clit without touching it directly and then moved back down to her snug opening again playing without penetration. He did this several times; each time he followed the pattern his finger was wetter than the time before.

When he ascertained that she was about to get pissed off or take matters into her own hands, he grabbed her other thigh, and cupping her ass in one hand, he placed her other leg on his other shoulder. He then placed his hand securely on her taut stomach and pushed her back so that her head and shoulders rested on the floor with the length of her silken body against him. Her legs were spread wide over his shoulders leaving her pussy open for him.

No longer was he teasing. One hand rested on her tummy to hold her in place as the other accessed her pussy from the side, under her thigh. He immediately clamped onto her hard and protruding clit with his hot mouth, sucking on it as he kept his tongue flat and wide to rub over the end of it. At the same time, he twisted his first and middle finger deep into her ready cunt. Katie yelled as the pleasurable assault took place.

“Yes, Alexei. Yes! My God that feels good. Don’t stop.”

My goodness, he does know what he is doing. She thought as he finger fucked her with the same rhythm he was using to suck on her clit. When Alexei felt Katie’s body start to tremble and her thighs tighten around his head as well as her plump ass clenching against his chest, he worked her clit harder with his mouth, leaving his fingers deep inside of her and rubbing upwards to hit her G spot. Her hips rocked shamelessly against his burning mouth and skilled hand as her body began shaking uncontrollably. Her hands fisted and released on his thighs as she began to scream her orgasm.

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Standing in front of the seated Trish, I asked her to extend her hand palm up. She did as I asked and I stepped closer placing my hard cock on her extended palm. I told her, “Extend your hand until your fingers touch my balls.” She did so with a little gasp and looked up at me. “Dear Trish, I want you to know that you are responsible for this condition and therefore it is to be used in any way that gives you pleasure. With my cock in your hand, you can certainly judge the depth of penetration in your cunt when you impale yourself on it.”

Trish reacted, “I am already excited about the prospects of using it …… well and often!”

At this moment she turned her hand, wrapped he fingers around my cock and squeezed it while swirling her tongue around the head.

Looking up at me, she said,” “I love it when you make love to me. Oops…I mean when you fuck me! I hope that I can be your well fucked ‘Sex Object’… very soon!”

I nodded in agreement with her changed wording and said, “I want very much to enjoy wild abandoned sex together, certainly within the hour…but there are a few preliminary steps to do and enjoy first! I think the clinical term is ‘foreplay'”.

Trish responded, “Good! I’ve always enjoyed our foreplay!”

I extended my hands to Trish and she placed both her hands in mine. I led her over to the Adirondack chair in the uncovered part of the patio. I asked her to face the chair, place her feet the width of the chair legs, lean over, placing her forearms on and grasp the arms of the chair. Doing as I instructed, she looked back over her shoulder at me and I told her, “Back up enough so that your back is level and no humping until I do it!” I smiled at her, chuckling at that particular phrase’s meaning.

As she adjusted her stance, I told her, “I’m going to run my fingers up, down and all over your lovely body. You know how much I’ve always enjoyed a good feel.” Standing directly behind her, I leaned forward to begin my touching up at her shoulders…at the same time my erection tended to touch and bump her derriere.

Sensing this random bumping, Trish said, “Are you poking me intentionally? If so, you are missing what should be the target!”

I replied, “I know the location of that target and I’m looking forward to poking inside what I would expect to be a warm, moist and velvety interior! But, there are more erotic steps to complete first!” I added.

“By the way, please feel free to express your feelings or recommendations about what I’m doing, or not doing or if you would prefer that I’d stop. Is that OK with you?”

Trish replied, “Yes it is, but you have shown enough sensitivity and skill that you’ll no doubt excel at conducting me through foreplay.”

I gently moved my fingers down her back, returning to the sides to reach around to stroke both breasts and tweak her nipples, which seemed to trigger a gasp. Moving my fingers down to her derriere, I told her how I loved stroking and touching her skin. Passing lightly over her butt cheeks, I told her, “Trish, your butt has the same woven pattern as the swing’s seat! acıbadem escort It is not only visible, but I can feel the pattern as well.”

She laughed and replied, “You intended that, didn’t you?”

I didn’t answer, but knelt and moved my fingers around her butt and down the outside of both legs to her heels. I then moved both hands to rub up the inside of both legs from the ankles to her pussy. As my fingers moved upward, Trish seemed to stiffen and rose a bit on her toes. When my fingers initially reached her pussy lips, she moaned, “Ooooo.” I then placed my thumb up against the pussy lips and gently moved it up and down the slit without entering. Trish flinched and moaned again.

I told her, “I’m going to enter you now.” My thumb entered her pussy and instantly detected moisture, plus that musky and stimulating feminine odor was detected. I extended my thumb fully while my fingers were gently gripping her mound, including the little tuft of her trimmed pussy hair. I moved the thumb around and found the different skin texture of her “G” spot. I began massaging the “G” spot.

Trish exclaimed, “Oh my God, you found it! That is incredible and I feel like I’m going to explode!”

I continued the circling with back and forth movements inside her pussy and I could sense some heavy breathing and intermittent twitching and shuddering. Trish was making more “Ooooh” and “Aaaah” sounds as I continued the masturbation of her interior.

She noticeably shuddered and said, “Are you going to fuck me soon, because I can’t handle much more of this foreplay?”

“Trish, are you saying that you have been sufficiently simulated?”

“Oh my God, yes!” she replied.

“OK Trish, it’s time for a change of positions. Turn around and sit in the chair.” After she was seated, I said, “Now scoot down a bit and put your legs over the chair arms. That’s it; your calves should be on the chair arms. I like the way this position opens you up to me! You look very beautiful, feminine and very fuckable!” I commended her. “Now take your arms, reach around your thighs and show me some pink!”

“Do you mean like this?” Trish asked.

“Yes, except pull your lips farther apart so I can see and enjoy the slick pink parts that I love so much! Good!” I said. “Now, I’m going to kneel down, lick your clit, taste your juices and do some serious tongue fucking!” With that announcement, Trish gasped and did a quick intake of breath.

I moved my tongue up and down her clit several times before I began a rapid side to side tongue lashing of her sexual anatomy. After a few minutes of this tonguing, Trish began to squirm, then released her pussy lips and grabbed my head and pulled me into her very juicy cunt.

Trish spoke, “That’s enough! I can’t take it anymore! Let’s try something else …… like fucking!” she exclaimed.

“OK, but first I need a big kiss!” I demanded. I reached up, grabbed her legs and removed them from the chair arms. Holding the chair arms, I leaned over and planted a big wet kiss on her mouth akbatı escort and said, “You taste so good that I wanted to share your juices with you.”

“Well you certainly shared that wet kiss, but don’t blame me for getting your face all wet!” she argued. “You are responsible for getting me so wet!”

I knelt down in front of her and said, “OK my dear, lift your legs up and place your ankles over my shoulders. Keep your legs spread while I examine my cock’s target.”

I placed it right on her slit, but made no attempt to enter. Instead, I held my cock and rubbed the head up and down her slit. I looked up at Trish and saw a clear anticipation for what was likely to happen next.

She said, “Quit stalling and stick it in! You surely know what I want ….. and need!”

With that, I moved the head up and down, gaining entrance to her very well lubricated cunt. I didn’t ram it in, but rather pressed steadily forward until my cock was buried to the hilt.

Trish gasped and said, “Yes, oh that feels wonderful …… but keep it moving!”

I proceeded with a slow but steady fucking, while avoiding the race to a climax.After a few minutes, sensing that my knees were getting sore from so much kneeling on the hard concrete, I told Trish, “Let’s move on and try another position.”

I offered my extended hands to Trish to assist her in getting up from the chair. As she stood, I pulled her to me and said, “Babe, I can’t imagine anything more enjoyable than fucking you! But then, maybe we haven’t tried all the enjoyable fucking positions …… yet!”

Trish replied, “Then let’s not quit until we’ve tried them all!”

“OK then, but let’s revert to one of our old favorites.” I said as I led her over to the settee. I sat down and said, “Come over here and straddle me.”

Trish stepped forward, lifted first one leg and then the other, placing them on the cushions on either side of me. I pulled her close to kiss her and said, “Now, lift up your breasts and hold them as I want to suck your nipples.”

She did as I asked and as I circled the aureole of her left breast and then the right one, Trish said, “I have always loved how you suck my nipples. You have often brought me close to orgasm by how well you do it.”

“You mean close, but not close enough?” I asked.

“Well”, Trish responded, “You always bring me so close that fucking always puts me over the top!”

“OK, then, let me see about getting you there by both sucking your nipples while we fuck at the same time.”

She grasped my cock, placed it at the entrance to her pussy and then lowered herself upon it.

“Trish rotate your pelvis in your favorite fucking motion, while I take turns making your very erect nippleswet and even more erect.” I did my best to really pull on each of her nipples with my mouth as she was pounding my cock with her almost frantic back and forth movements, In just a few moments, we were both breathing very heavily and could sense that we were rushing toward a huge orgasm.

Trish suggested, aksaray escort “Let’s slow down a bit and make this last…or do you want to come right away? I know if we don’t take it easy, I’ll be totally wiped out much too soon.”

Trish stopped her pelvic movements and started rotating her nipples by pulling one from my mouth and putting the other back in my sucking mouth. The popping sound as she pulled each nipple away was quite noticeable and that made it even more sexually stimulating.

“I agree, slow down, but let me keep enjoying your tits until we start fucking again?”

“Jay” she said, “I don’t mind using those naughty slang words like ‘fuck’, ‘cunt’, ‘cock’, ‘pussy’ and so forth, but you know, and have for a long time, that I really don’t like those derogatory kind of terms referring to my breasts. While they might be OK for a cow, I don’t like that connection to be made with me!”

“Trish Darling, I am perfectly happy to see, touch, taste and enjoy your beautiful breasts and will happily keep calling them ‘breasts’ as long as you let me fondle and suck on them?”

“Well then, fondle and suck away!” Trish kidded in response. Indeed I resumed my nipple sucking with even greater vigor.

“Trish, let’s try that fucking action again.” She resumed her energetic pelvic thrusting motion and I was quickly transported to a near orgasmic state.”OK Trish, let’s slow down again as you’ve nearly got me over the top?” I requested.

“But Jay, I’m not ready to call time out yet!” she exclaimed.

“OK then, let’s try another position?”

Pausing for a moment, “What do you have in mind?” Trish asked.

“Just get off and follow me.” I stood, offered her my hand while putting my other arm around her waist and led her back to the Adirondack chair in the open patio area.”Now face the chair, lean over again and assume the position you were in before.”

Trish looked down at her feet, positioned them at the proper width, then leaned over and grasped the chair arms while resting on her forearms. “You aren’t going to diddle me again are you?” Trish asked.

“No, I’m not! I thought we’d try one of our old favorites …. ‘Doggy Style’! Does that idea appeal?” I inquired.

“Well, don’t wait too long! I really need you inside me!” she emphasized.

I put the head of my cock at her pussy lips and moved it up and down her slit a couple of times and without hesitation pressed forward slowly and inexorably right to the hilt.

She let out an “Unnnh” and pressed back against me.

I withdrew to just before the head appeared and, with only a moment’s pause, rammed it right back in.

This time she issued another “Unnnnh” followed by “Ooooos” with each thrust.

Leaning forward down her back, I reached around her sides with both hands and grasped each nipple, pulling and twisting each.

“My God, you are really doing me! I can’t remember when you last made me feel so ravished!”

After several more ass banging strokes, I slowed the pace and asked, “Do you want it faster, slower, harder or what?”

She replied, “Do all of those things and mix them up!”

While I continued and varied my pace, I reached around and started rubbing her clit with my finger and pinching it gently with my thumb. A moment later she seemed to quiver and started exclaiming in rapid succession, “Aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah!”

I stopped just before I joined her in climax.

(To be continued)

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I meet you at the door wearing only my robe as you return home from work. You look so exhausted and it pains my heart. I wrap my arms around you, holding you tight as we kiss hello. The house is dark except for the pale light coming from our bedroom. Arms wrapped around each other, we enter the bedroom and you stop, surprised to see what greets you. There are lightly scented candles everywhere, soft jazz playing, a chilled bottle of wine and a large platter of finger foods settled on top of our bed. You smile, take my face between your hands and kiss me, softly, gently and with love. Your kiss fills my heart and soul with warmth and happiness.

You undress and put on your robe. We sit on the bed drinking, eating and telling each other about our day. I can see the pressure and tension of your day begin to ease but still not enough for me. I empty the bed of our dining items and pull back the cover to expose the new silk sheets I had just purchased. You raise one eyebrow but say nothing. I remove my robe and instruct you to do the same. I take you by the hand and lead you into the shower, grab the soap, lather up my hands and begin to wash your shoulders, your chest, your tummy, turn you around and wash your back.

I slide my lathered hands down your hips, thighs, knees, calves, ankles, feet; move to the front of you and move up until I reach your balls, cup them in one hand then gently grab your cock, sliding my soapy hand up and down; you’re pushing into my hand, wanting me to go faster and hold you tighter.

I remove my hand from your cock and once more step behind you, kneeling and lather your ass cheeks with soap, slide one hand down your ass crack, down to your ass hole, rubbing softly, rimming it with my soapy finger. I, oh so, gently ease the tip of my finger into your ass, you press against it, wanting it deeper, deeper, deeper. I slide my finger deep into your ass then all the way out, in and out, sooo haramidere escort very slowly. I reach around you and grab your steel hard, aching, throbbing cock with my hand, sliding up and down, from base to tip.

You spread your legs wide, leaning against the shower wall to support yourself. I’m fucking your cock with my hand and fucking your ass with my finger; you’re groaning and ready to cum. I remove my hand and finger and step away from you, grab the shower massage head and lovingly rinse you off from head to toe, my hands following the trail of water.

I replace the shower head and grab the soap, lathering my body, my shoulders, my breasts, my belly, reach down between my legs and rub my pussy and clit. You stand back and watch me touch myself, your cock in your hand. I take the shower head and rinse my body, change it to massage and place it a few inches from my pussy; leaning into and enjoying the pounding of the water. I replace the shower head and turn the water off. We step out of the shower and I quickly wrap a towel around me, grab another one and gently, lovingly towel you dry.

I lead you to our 4 poster bed and have you lie down on your tummy, straddling the small of your back. I grab some hot oil and begin to massage your neck, shoulders, back, pressing down hard on your back to relieve your muscles of all stress and tension. I lift myself up and kneel between your legs, rubbing my hands down to the small of your back, down your ass cheeks, down your ass crack to your thighs, the back of your knees, your calves, your ankles, your feet and toes, rubbing the oil in deeply.

I have you turn over on your back, straddling your chest. I kiss your forehead, eyes, tip of your nose, rubbing the sides of your neck with my oil laced hands, massaging your shoulders, down your arms, lacing your fingers with mine, kiss your cheeks and içerenköy escort jaw then take your chin hair between my lips and tug, nipping and nuzzling, kiss the very corner of your mouth, take your upper lip between mine and lick and suck. I open your lips with my tongue, find yours and our tongues dance then fight. I suck your tongue, kissing your mouth, you can feel my dripping wet pussy on your chest.

I give you one final kiss then move down to kneel between your legs, running my still oily hands down your chest, flicking your nipples, circling them with my fingers, trail my hands down your ribs, your tummy, rimming your navel, leaning over to gently blow on your cock but not to touch. I slide down further, massaging your thighs all the way down to your feet again. I get up and have you turn back over on your tummy. I grab 4 soft, silky scarves and tie your wrists and ankles to the bed posts. I kneel between your wide open legs and slowly run my tongue down your ass crack.

I slip a pillow under your hips so your ass is sticking up in the air, allowing me better access to it. I massage your ass cheeks and spread them open. I gently and lightly flick my tongue against your ass hole, over and over and over again. I rim your ass hole, sliding the very tip of my tongue inside you a tiny bit, in and out, faster and faster, you’re trying to push your ass against my tongue to take it deeper but the scarves prevent this.

I slowly ease my tongue inside you, deeper and deeper until I can’t go any further. I fuck your ass hole with my tongue, you’re biting the pillow under your head, trying to stifle your moans but I can hear you. I remove my tongue, slip my little finger inside my very, very wet pussy then rim your ass hole with it, circling around and around, teasing you by inserting just the tiny tip of my finger.

I reach under you with my other innovia escort hand and wrap it around your cock, stroking you from base to tip, ease my finger inside your ass, slowly, oh so slowly and gently, all the way in then all the way out, in and out, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. I’m fucking your ass with my finger and fucking your cock with my hand.

Once again you are about to cum. I stop and get up, untie you and have you turn over onto your back. I tie you down once again and straddle your chest. I rape your mouth with mine, grinding my pussy into your chest, hearing you whimper as I fuck your mouth with mine. I slide down your body until I’m kneeling between your wide open legs again, I fuck your navel with my tongue, you’re pushing your cock up to me, wanting my mouth on you.

I lean down and gently blow on your cock, just a puff of air, lightly flick the tip of your cock with my tongue, licking the pre-cum, trailing my tongue down to your balls. I cup your balls with one hand and wrap my other hand around your cock, take the tip of your cock in between my lips and suck, gently at first then harder and harder, you’re pushing your cock into me, wanting me to take you all the way into my mouth and this time I do. I slam my mouth down until your entire cock is in my mouth, sucking harder and deeper.

Fucking your cock with my mouth, you’re arms are straining at the scarves, wanting to be free to hold the back of my head and keep your cock deep in my mouth. You are about to burst; I take my mouth from your cock, straddle you and take your cock with my hand and rub my pussy and clit. I am dripping wet, teasing my pussy, my clit, your cock, slipping just the tip of your cock into my pussy, then all the way out, rubbing my clit, back to my pussy.

I slam my pussy down on your cock then stop moving, clenching your cock with my pussy muscles, tightening then releasing, over and over, rubbing my clit with my finger, grinding into you but still not moving up and down. I begin to ride you, up and down, harder, faster, rubbing my clit, both of us moaning. I lean over and once again rape your mouth with mine, fucking your cock with my pussy, your mouth with my mouth. I’m going to cum, you’re going to cum, we cum together as we scream into each other’s mouth.

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“Come on Hon,” I groaned while I pushed the cart and watched her zip off into yet another section of the women’s apparel section. “How many damn sweaters do you need?”

“Sweetheart… I’m just looking!”

“Jeee-zuz, what is it with women and clothes!” I mumbled, popping another little wheelie with the cart to get that damn broken front wheel aligned again.

“What’s that? I didn’t hear you?”

“Ah, I said… that one’s nice; color of rose!” I didn’t think she bought that bullshit, but her cute little wink and wiggle kinda let me know I wasn’t in any serious trouble.

Oh, how I hate shopping! I guess I just don’t get it, really. I mean aren’t women constantly bitching about seeing someone else wearing exactly the same outfit? And look at all this stuff… lots of exactly the same outfits! Who’s buying all this stuff anyway! I let my mind roam around that awhile as I watched other women zipping in and out of this or that section, holding the stuff against their chests, picking here and there (through all that stuff that looks exactly the same) as though they’d be the lucky one who really could find something that’s not exactly the same as the rest of the stuff. No wonder the men’s apparel section is so much smaller. Yep, show me where you keep the whitie-tighties, jeans, t-shirts… that’s all I need anyway.

“Oh Todd! Isn’t this just the cutest top!” her sweet giggly voice chimed, jerking my train of thought to a sudden stop.

” aw christ,” I groaned.

“Huh?”

“I said, yes, it’s nice!” and smiled, but I think she knew that was bullshit too! “Ah, Sweetie? Are you almost done here?”

“What’s the matter? You don’t like spending time with me?”

(Oh shit… gebze escort here it comes. That ‘boo-hoo woe is me bullshit’ that always gets me. Why do us guys keep falling for that anyway?)

“No! Oh, no, Sweetie… it’s not that, really! I just thought if you’re going to be here awhile, I’ll go over to the sporting goods department; maybe swing by automotive and get some oil for the car.” (Yeah, right, she wasn’t buying that line either!)

“Oh, okay, Hon-ney! I just wanna look around some more.” And then she winked again with one of those little ‘toodle-oo’ kind of finger waves.

(Uh-oh, she’s up to something. That was just too easy! And how the hell did we end up in the lingerie department anyway!)

“You sure? I mean, I don’t mind staying here with you, really!”

“No, no… that’s okay. You gone on, I’ll catch up,” she pretended to pout as she held a pair of green bikini panties in front of her jeans, not even turning around to look at my totally dumb-founded Homer Simpson look.

(Aw, God… don’t do that! You don’t need to hold that bra like that too!)

Suddenly, checking out those new waders and fishing gear didn’t seem like such a good idea. And as far as oil for the car, well, I figured I could just get some later… I mean, just because we damn near blew the engine that one time because ‘somebody’ wasn’t checking the oil regularly…

While I debated in my mind the pros and cons of leaving her alone there, she had moved on to the nighties. Now, of course she has tons of them already, and why, I don’t know, since she somehow never seems to get around to wearing any of them, but, I don’t complain göztepe escort about that… skin-on-skin spooning is just fine with me!

Ever notice that us guys get a hard-on at the most inconvenient times? Well, standing there in the women’s intimate apparel section was that inconvenient time for me. And I didn’t even care! She was off in her own little world there, holding up a sexy shred of a thing against her body, swaying a little back and forth as she admired the garment in the mirror by the rack. I couldn’t help myself. Whether or not she was thinking what I was thinking this time, I couldn’t tell, but I knew that what I was thinking would drive me nuts if I didn’t do something about it. I snuck around the other side of the dividing wall between those intimate things and handbags and accessories, careful to make sure she didn’t see me. Then, like some junior high school peeper, I slipped in behind her and snuggled up to her. I think she figured out what I had been thinking; she could feel my jeans-covered boner riding up the crack of her jeans-covered (tight jeans-covered) ass, and without the slightest hint of modesty, she grabbed it… I nearly creamed my jeans!

“Mmmmm,” she moaned softly when I pushed her hair off her shoulders, and kissed her lightly on the back of her neck. Her grip on my dick tightened as my hands found her tummy.

“I want you… NOW!” I whispered.

“I know,” she whispered back. “Why do you think I’m standing so close to the dressing rooms?’

And before I could use my standard ‘Oh you little sneak!’ line when she does those unexpected delightful things, she had me by the wrist and was halkalı escort practically dragging me and my stumbling, weak-kneed legs along behind her. (I’m sure glad Waldo-Mart uses real doors now instead of those curtains on the dressing rooms!) In no time at all, she was yanking my weak-kneed legs free of my pant legs while I was yanking her over-sized sweater over her head. Standing inside that little box of a room, completely naked, we embraced tightly and kissed deeply, and fiercely. Her nipples hardened against me, creating waves of goosebumps beneath my chest hair as my hard-on stiffened even more against her pelvis. I was almost certain she’d drawn blood across my back the way her nails clawed me there, but a quick glance in one of the mirrors only showed it to be reddened, like lines of hickies. I squeezed her ass cheeks as her hands danced down my torso.

“Take me… NOW!” she whispered, and ravished my mouth with hers one more time before I picked her up then turned around to sit on the bench.

We must’ve looked like two raging hormone teenagers in the back seat of a ’66 Cutlass F-85 as we maneuvered into the reverse cowgirl position. I held her waist while she straddled my thighs, her wetness dripping onto my waiting pre-cum smeared cock, then with oh-so-slow-motion elegance, she spread her legs and settled herself down onto me. All… the… way… down. Tight. Wet. Hot. I kissed and licked her spine, and fondled and squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples each time her pussy squeezed my shaft on her downward plunges.

“I’m…” I gasped.

“Me too,” she moaned, laying her head back on my shoulder. “Hold me tight.”

Our rhythm quickened, as did our heart rates and breathing… and with one more swift, deep thrust, I exploded inside her. I felt her stream flow around my balls only seconds later, as her once tense body suddenly became limp against me.

“You are wonderful,” I whispered when my breaths were finally normal again.

“WE are wonderful!” she corrected me, with that cute little wink.

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Just like Tara had expected, the teddy didn’t stay on her long. Actually, it stayed on a while but it didn’t stay covering her long. Pretty much as soon as she whispered in Josh’s ear he took at as a sign to go to town on her (not that she minded). What started with her in control quickly degraded into a wild free for all.

After she had pushed him flat on his back she quickly turned around so that she was straddling his head, putting her ass in the air and pussy right in his face. He immediately took the invitation and began to nibble on her pussy through the teddy. She immediately dove down onto his cock and had his full length engulfed in her mouth, deep throating him for as long as she could before she began to gag. She pulled off and let out a groan as Josh’s lips began to search out her pussy lips under the material. Finally she couldn’t stand it anymore and reached back to pull the material to the side. Josh wasted no time and immediately his tongue began to probe her lower regions, finding her clit very quickly. Tara had no choice but to release the material between her legs and brace against the mattress as she was overwhelmed by her first orgasm.

As Tara leaned down to brace, Josh felt his cock fall into the space between her breasts. Then as she came she bucked back and forth with her breasts pressed against his crotch and thighs, inadvertently giving him a titjob. With a groan he began to explode suddenly spraying the top of Tara’s chest and her chin with his cum. As he came down, Tara turned around. Josh’s cum was still dripping down onto her breasts and teddy.

“Well that was interesting,” She said with a smile. She slowly pulled the straps of the teddy to the side, freeing her breasts. She leaned over Josh letting her breasts hang down in front of his face.

“Now clean me up,” She demanded. Josh hesitated, and finally Tara took some of his cum on her index finger and made a move to put it in her mouth. Josh felt his cock rise he was about to watch Tara suck down his cum, but at the last minute she shoved her finger into his mouth. Josh was shocked at first, but then sucked his cum off her finger. He realized it really wasn’t so bad.

“I said clean me up,” She said looking him in the eyes, “and I meant now”. He realized he didn’t have a choice so he leaned up and began to suck the cum off of her chin. Once he got the stuff on her chin he moved down and began to slowly lick up her neck. Tara moaned as he moved slowly, tantalizingly from the bottom of her neck up to her chin, and then back down her neck. She reached down and began to play with herself through the teddy.

He finished up with her neck and began to lick down her breasts, stopping to play with his tongue when he reached them, despite the lack of cum. At that point though Tara didn’t care. By that point playing with her clit through the material of the teddy wasn’t working and she had shoved her hand down the front so that she could try to get to the areas that needed to be touched, but the teddy was too tight and she just growled in frustration. Meanwhile, Josh had reached down and was rubbing his dick as he began to bite her nipples.

Finally Tara pulled away from Josh and lunged off the bed. In a flash she flipped the top strap of the teddy off and shoved the whole thing down her legs. Her fingers flew up and quickly she sunk two fingers fully into herself as her thumb attacked her clit. She stood there with her head thrown back groaning as she worked herself up to another orgasm. Josh could only sit and watch with his cock in his hand as he watched his girlfriend bring herself closer and closer to cumming, like she had forgotten he was even there.

“Oh god,” she practically yelled, “Oh god . . . so close . . . I need you Josh, I need you to fuck me.” She mumbled the last part as she bucked against her hand trying to push herself over the edge.

“What was that?” Josh asked, not being able to hear her over the wet slapping of her pumping hand. She looked at him with a look of what would normally appear to be anger, but in this case was pure lust. She stopped finger fucking herself and came over to the bed.

“I said . . .” she bent over his face and pushed him back onto his back. She got up on the bed and straddled him.

“. . . I need you . . . ” she was getting louder as she lined herself up.

” . . . TO FUCK ME . . . ” she screamed as she pushed his dick to line up with her entrance.

” . . . NOOOWWWW! OH MY GOD YEESSSSS!” she sunk down on to his dick and immediately began to cum. Josh just laid back as she rode out her orgasm, letting it milk his cock. As he saw her begin to come down from her orgasm, he reached up and began to pinch both of her nipples. She didn’t let him do it long though as her nipples had become very sensitive. She pushed him away as she began to bounce up and down on his cock. She threw her head back and started groaning as she quickly rode up to her next orgasm.

When he was sure she wasn’t going to look back down he took his hand and during one of the points where she was up and almost had his cock coming out of her, he put his hand between them. etiler escort When she came back down she let out a yell as his fingers found her clit. She exploded as flicked her most sensitive part back and forth with his finger tip. As soon as she regained enough composure to move (because at this point she wasn’t coming down even close to completely before rising to her next orgasm) she reached behind her and gently tickled Josh’s balls. Josh let out a gasp and she felt his cock begin to expand. He slammed up and down inside of her as hard as he could as his cock released inside of her, but he didn’t back off even as the spasms subsided.

By now Tara had lost count of how many times she had gone, but she was also starting to waver. She was out of strength and it was showing. Josh noticed to and took the opportunity to push her sideways, knocking her off of himself and onto the bed next to him. In no time he was on top of her and thrust himself inside of her. He furiously began to drill her as if he hadn’t cum in a month. He did all the work as she laid there watching the moonlight glisten off of his sweat drenched skin. She threw her head back into the pillow and closed her eyes as another wave hit her.

As soon as she could move again, she reached up behind Josh’s pistoning body and grabbed his ass. He took that as a hint and sunk himself completely inside of her. But that wasn’t what she was thinking, she released his ass and while he watched licked her middle finger. Then she went back and before he could stop her she began to push her finger inside his ass. He let out a surprised groan as she met resistance, but she kept pushing until she got her finger in far enough to find what she was looking for. She began to move her fingertip around, massaging his prostate. The surprise of what she was doing caused him to release his load deep inside of Tara with a yell. He came so hard that he wasn’t sure it was ever going to stop, draining every ounce of energy he had left out of him. Finally it did though and Josh collapsed onto the bed next to Tara, causing her finger to pop out and his cock came out, leaving Tara with a strange feeling of emptiness.

“I had to find some way to get you to stop,” she said with a sleepy smile.

“Well that was certainly an interesting way to do it,” responded behind half closed eyes.

And that was it, the two of them fell asleep without further conversation.

—-

Tara woke up a little later while it was still dark, with Josh spooning her. His semi hard cock was pushing against her ass and she couldn’t help but wiggle up against it for a few minutes to harden it up again. However, she needed to use the bathroom so she eventually had to stop and quietly got out of bed. She padded across the floor, naked, to the door for the bathroom she shared with her sister Abby. She looked back quickly and smiled as she watched Josh roll over in his sleep onto his back, leaving his cock standing at attention. She shivered slightly in excitement at the sight and almost went running back to bed, until she remembered why she had left him in the first place, and headed into the bathroom.

As she was sitting on the toilet, she began to hear soft noises from Abby’s room. At first she wasn’t sure what they were, but as she listened closer she thought that it sounded like sobbing. She finished up and quietly went over to her sister’s door. She opened it a crack and could see her lying on her bed. In the moonlight the first thing she noticed was that Abby was wearing a white, silky lingerie. She briefly wondered about that and then realized that that she had heard correctly and Abby’s body was shaking. Concerned about her sister, Tara quickly pulled her robe off the hook in the bathroom and headed over to Abby’s bed.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, letting her robe fall over her, still hanging slightly open because she hadn’t bothered to tie the sash. She put her hand on Abby’s back, causing her sister to jump slightly in surprise. Abby turned her head to face her sister, her cheeks glistening in the moonlight, covered in tears and telling Tara that she had been crying for a while.

“What’s the matter Bumblebee,” Tara asked. It was a nickname that Tara hardly ever used for Abby these days. However when her sister was really upset it never failed to put a smile on her face. This time though it got only a weak smirk before Abby looked like she was ready to burst back into tears, her shoulders heaving as she tried to catch her breath and gain control.

“She . . . She . . . left . . .” was all she finally got out.

Tara was confused, but was reluctant to prod too much for fear of sending her back into a fit. Finally she rubbed her back gently and asked, “Who did?”

“Jeeeennnn,” Abby wailed as she broke back down into sobs. Tara finally began to put the pieces together and pulled Abby against her shoulder, holding her close.

“Poor bee,” she said quietly as she held her tightly and rubbed her back. “It will be ok, let it out.” And she did until Abby fell asleep on her sister’s shoulder.

—-

It eve gelen escort was an hour later when Tara felt comfortable leaving Abby alone to sleep. She headed back into her room through the bathroom. As she approached the bed she shrugged off the robe and stood there, looking at Josh for a minute. He was still lying on his back, his cock had gone back into a semi hard state and was laying against his stomach. She climbed up on top of him and began to kiss his chest as she stroked his cock. Once it was hard enough, she slid backwards until she was impaled on him. She began to slowly move back and forth on his cock and in a couple of minutes Josh had woken up.

“Mmm . . . ” he said with a smile.

Tara smiled down at him. “Glad you are enjoying it,” she said. Then her face got serious and she stopped moving, trapping his penis inside her. “This isn’t just a one weekend thing right?” she asked, “You and I are officially a couple and we will see each other again?”

He smiled at her, although a little worried, “Of course,” he responded, “You have captured me and I’m not planning to go anywhere. And I’m not just saying that because you have me by the dick.” She smiled at him and began moving faster and faster.

“Oh god Tara, that feels so good,” Josh said.

“You like that . . . try this,” she said and suddenly she bent over and bit him hard on the chest.

“OH G . . . ” Josh yelled as Tara threw her hand over his mouth to muffle his scream, not wanting him to wake her sister again. She felt his cock release inside her as he came hard. She reached between them with her other hand and played with her clit to finish herself off. Her spasms milked his cock once again, not remembering how many times they had each come that night but knowing for her it was more than the 9 times that he had promised her earlier. She collapsed on top of him as they both laid there out of breath.

After a minute, she rolled off of him and he rolled over so they laid side by side facing each other. “I love you Tara,” Josh said.

Tara reached down to where their juices were running out of her pussy and down her legs. She scooped some up and tasted it, “Yeah, I guess I will keep you around,” she said with a smile. Josh turned around pretending to be upset with her. She moved up so that she was spooning him, letting her hands wander over his abs gently.

“I love you too,” she whispered in his ear and then settled down against him as they both drifted off to sleep.

——-

Abby woke up the next morning and was temporarily disoriented. She was on top of her covers and every time she moved something silky moved over her skin sending shocks of electricity down her body. She opened her eyes and it was light out, looking at the clock she saw that it was already 9 o’clock. She rolled over on to her back, looked down at what she was wearing, and it all came flooding back to her. What she had been hoping for, Jen’s reaction, Tara’s attempts to comfort her, all of it.

She stood up and walked over to her mirror. She looked at herself in her lingerie and felt the tears begin to come welling back. She quickly turned away and headed into the bathroom. She needed to pee so she went over to the toilet, pulled down her panties, and sat down. As she sat there, she began to hear moaning and groaning coming from Tara’s room.

“Oh Josh . . . Oh God yes . . . OH MY GOD JOSH FUCK MEEEEE!!” Tara began yelling. The sadness in Abby was suddenly replaced by anger, and a little bit of horniness.

“Why does Tara get to be so lucky?” she quietly mumbled to herself. “She acts and dresses like a slut, plays sneaky, underhanded tricks and gets her brains banged out while I play nice and am left alone.” She kicks her panties off her ankles in frustration and watches them sail over and hit the door to her room. She continues to seethe while thinking about how it wasn’t fair that her sister could be in there with Josh while she was shunned by Jen.

Finally she finished up and headed back into her bedroom. She picked up the panties and threw them into the back of her closet. She quickly pulled off the top of the lingerie and threw it to join the panties in a crumpled heap in the back of her closet. She turned toward the mirror and looked at her body. She cupped her breasts.

“Besides what is the attraction to her,” she said out loud, “I have bigger breasts then her.” She knew her sister was a low C cup while she was well into D. She tweaked her nipples with a moan and watched them expand until they were the size of a pencil eraser.

“I have a nice flat stomach and my curves are nicer,” she admired as she ran her hands down her sides. She turned around and rubbed her ass. She smiled as she gave it a swat and turned back around. Her eyes dropped down to her newly shaved lips and she could see the moisture beginning to drip out. Her hands began to move down between her legs.

“Hey Abby. I wanted to . . . ” Jen trailed off as she saw her friends nude back and reflection in the mirror. Abby turned around and faced fatih escort her without any attempt to cover herself.

“Hi Jen,” She said a bit coldly and matter of factly, “Why don’t you head downstairs and I will meet you on the porch in a minute.” After Jen left Abby turned back to the mirror. She started to reach back down for her pussy but stopped. She was angry now and not in the mood to play with herself. She went over and picked up her robe off the floor where she had left it. She pulled it on and tied it loosely. It covered most of her front, but left a fair gap between her breasts. She didn’t really care though, she just wanted to get this over with. She left her room, headed down the stairs, and out the front door.

Jen was leaning against the railing, and a little surprised with how boldly her friend had dressed. She could easily tell that she didn’t have a bra on under the robe, and could see enough of her leg as she came out the door to tell she couldn’t be wearing more than a pair of panties. Something seemed different about her, last Jen knew Abby wouldn’t have dared come outside in less than a full outfit. Sometimes she even seemed timid wearing a one piece bathing suit in public. Jen was suddenly very worried.

“Let me start by saying I’m sorry,” Jen said. Abby just stood against the house with her arms crossed looking at her. “I wasn’t thinking straight last night and came looking for a little bit of fun. No strings attached.” She added as an afterthought.

“Yeah, I got that,” Abby said deadpan and flat voiced.

“Listen, I didn’t expect what happened a couple nights ago. I wanted more of it last night, but I wasn’t expecting you to have changed the way you had.” Jen explained.

“I did it for you,” Abby’s voice was raising now and she had pushed off the house. She was obviously getting upset.

“I thought something was developing between us and I spent all day yesterday worrying about whether I wanted it to. I finally decided I would embrace it though and that you would appreciate it . . . and me!” She finished with a yell. Abby’s change in attitude caused Jen to begin getting riled up as well. She pushed off of the railing.

“Well there is the problem, you just assumed I was looking for more than some casual sex.” Jen yelled without thinking. The instant the words left her mouth she regretted them though, especially after Abby’s anger cracked and Jen could see her holding back tears before she regained her composure and completely hid her emotions.

“I’m sorry,” Jen said more calmly, “I let myself get carried away and I shoudn’t have. I don’t want our friendship to change though, I care for you too much as a friend to risk losing you. And if we started a romantic relationship that is exactly what could ultimately happen. I just want you back as my best friend.”

Abby was visibly angry again, “Well you know what,” she yelled at Jen, “that was all changed the second our tongue hit my cunt! But you know what, you don’t want me fine,” Abby started to play with the belt on her robe.

“You can forget about having this!!” she ripped open her robe and exposed herself to Jen, and anyone who happened to walk or drive by. She stood there for a minute and decided to take it up a notch. She dropped the robe and did a short turn before facing her again.

Jen couldn’t speak. She couldn’t believe what Abby had done. Neither could Abby until a breeze came up and hit her bare skin. She shivered slightly in excitement and then realization dawned on her face. She quickly picked up her robe and held it in front of her.

“Just go,” she mumbled as she ran inside and slammed the door. Jen could only watch her bare ass retreat inside the house, and once the door slammed she stumbled back to her care in shock and uncertainty as to the future of their friendship.

Once inside Abby ran upstairs, shaking in a combination of fury and excitement. The more she considered what she had just done, excitement took over. She had just exposed herself to the entire neighborhood, she realized, anyone could have seen her. She dropped her robe somewhere on the stairs and flew into her room. She fell onto her bed and immediately her fingers attacked her dripping pussy. Three fingers on one hand flew in and out of her as the other found her clit. She gasped and moaned as she quickly approached orgasm.

“Abby, are you awake . . .” Tara said as she stuck her head through the door from the bathroom and stopped dead at what she saw.

“DAMN IT!!” Abby yelled as she stopped and tried to cover herself. She didn’t quite make it to release again and was now completely frustrated.

“GET OUT!” she yelled and Tara retreated. She sat on the bed for a minute as she came down from her almost orgasm. She was too frustrated overall to go back to what she was doing. She just needed to get away, she decided, she needed to go somewhere where she couldn’t be bothered and could think. She jumped up and headed over to her dresser. She pulled out one shirt after another, not satisfied with any of them. Her typical wardrobe was very conservative, full t-shirts and jeans or sometimes long shorts, but that was not what she wanted right now. Finally she pulled out a shirt that had stopped fitting her a few years before. She pulled it on without putting on a bra and watched as it closely hugged her breasts and barely reached her belly button. As she watched in the mirror her nipples hardened and poked clearly through the shirt.

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