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Damn computer system!

I was stressed out. I had to get out of this place and get something cold to drink. I was thinking about quitting my job when I stepped into the elevator. It has not been a fruitful night so far.

Usually my job is not this bad. As a tax accountant for an international corporation, I am well compensated for my training and advice. Unfortunately, it is tax time and the annual shareholders meeting is coming up, so I am compiling reports and generating tax documents at midnight on Friday when the damn computer system crashes.

Throwing my briefcase to the elevator floor, I punch the basement where our parking garage is located. It is going to be a quick ride even from the 43rd floor because at this time of night, there shouldn’t be anyone else in the building. I was surprised when the elevator jumped to a halt at the 36th floor.

“Who from Payroll could be working at this hour?” I thought to myself.

The doors opened and Janet stepped through the doors carrying her trench coat and briefcase. She jumped when she realized someone else was in the elevator. Like me, she was expecting to be alone.

“You startled me!” she stated as she moved beside me to place her briefcase down.

She placed her coat over her case and stretched to get her blood moving again after what appeared to be a long day. As she stretched, I thought her breasts were going to explode through her silk blouse as they pushed the material to their limit. I saw the outline of her nipples and blushed as she caught me admiring her feminine beauty.

“I’m sorry, long day. I wasn’t expecting anyone else either.” I commented as I turned my head away slightly so I could look at her through my peripheral vision. She reached into her blouse and adjusted a strap of her bra and I wished that it was my hand doing that instead of hers.

Realizing that the doors were still open, I reached for the floor buttons and asked, “Going down?”

“Yes, please” she responded. I saw her reach her hand to her hair and twirl a strand in her fingers as the doors closed. I noticed that she was looking at me as the elevator started its slow descent again.

“You’re here late.” She said.

“Yeah, but with the system down, I can’t get anything done so I decided to get some relief.” I explained.

“Me too. I was trying to complete my monthly reports before Monday but…” her voice trailed off.

” I know. I’m so worked up I can’t think straight” I complained to her as she shook her head in agreement.

“When that system went down, I told myself the hell with this, got my shit and left” I continued.

“Me too. I so wound up, I don’t think I’ll be able to get to sleep when I get home.”

“Maybe I can help you. At least one of us can get a little relaxation,” I said as I reached for her shoulders. Facing me, I placed my hands on her shoulders to turn superman lois izle her around. She did not resist so I slowly began to massage her tense shoulders and neck.

“That feels great.” she said as she released a deep sigh.

I continued massaging and occasionally would let me hand drop down her spine and back to work the pressure out. She continued relaxing and started to move her head around to help me. As we continued our descent, I would move my hands to her waist and use my thumbs to massage the small of her back and down to the top of her pelvis. Then I would slide my outstretched hands slowly up her back moving the tension out as I went up. My touching her was invigorating to me. I felt my manhood start to swell in my pants. I reached down and adjusted my tool in my pants so it wouldn’t poke her in the back if she moved.

We felt the elevator jerk to a stop and the bell went off announcing our arrival at the basement. The doors opened and the dimly lit basement loomed in front of us. Before I could take my hands off her back, she reached up and pressed to button for the top floor.

“I hope you don’t mind but this feels too good to stop right now.” Janet purred.

I just continued moving my hands as the elevator closed again and began climbing towards the 72nd floor. Within a few moments, Janet turned around and said, “It’s your turn now.”

She reached forward and placing her hands on my chest, she turned me around. She tried to reach my shoulders but with her being only five feet four inches and me being six feet two, she found it difficult. I decided to help out so I knelt down on my knees. She began to reciprocate the attention back to my shoulders and back. Her hands were strong on my aching muscles and I felt the tension rise out of me as she worked her magic. My tool was also rising as I concentrated on her touch. She worked my neck muscles with one hand as I felt her moving behind me. “O.K., time to work the front.” She said as she used her hands to prompt me to turn around. When I turned around, I saw the loveliest pair of tits I had ever seen on a woman. She had removed her blouse and bra while she massaged my neck and dropped them to the floor.

Ding! The elevator had reached the top and she reached out and pressed the basement button again.

“It’s time to go down,” she said in a soft and husky voice.

I leaned forward and placed my face between those two glorious globes. Reaching up, I cupped them in my hands as my thumbs made circles around her nipples. Responding to my touch, her nipples became erect as I moved my mouth to suck on them.

“Now that’s how I like to relieve stress.” she stated as she leaned her head back as she enjoyed my tongue dancing on her erect nipples. I released her breasts and brought my hands under her short skirt. My hands explored her thighs and taiwan crime stories izle pelvis. I reached behind her and grabbed an ass cheek in each hand. Her ass was firm and smooth as I kneaded her cheeks pulling her even closer. I reached a little higher and looped my fingers into the top of her panties. As I tugged them down, she wiggled her ass so they would slide down easier for me. Holding her panties low, she stepped out of them and I began to smell the musky aroma of her pussy. As I grabbed her panties with one hand to toss them to the side, I felt her wetness in them. I pulled my lips from her nipple and spread some of her love juice on it for flavoring. Her scent and taste only made me hungrier.

“Oh God, that feels great.” she exclaimed as her breathing began to get heavier.

I reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. The looseness caused it to fall to the elevator floor. Stepping out of it, I got a chance to look at her exposed body.

“God, this woman is beautiful.” I thought as I took this time to move my hips so my cock could get some more growing room.

Ding! The elevator had reached the basement again and she instinctively reached for the top button and pressed.

“Back up again. Now, lets see what else is up.” she cooed as she pushed me back causing me to fall backwards to the floor. She reached forward and began to loosen my belt. I raised my hips and when the pants were loose, she pulled them down. My cock jumped up through my boxers. She admired the redness of the organ for a moment and then grabbed at my boxers and pulled harder than before. Bending forward, she licked the head of my dick with her tongue and I spread my legs apart. My balls fell loosely between my legs and she reached down and cupped them in her hand. Her mouth began sinking down my swollen shaft as she played with my balls. I closed my eyes and dreamed of what was to come.

“Turn around.” I commanded as she moved to adjust her weight. Doing as she was told, she climbed on top of me and returned her mouth to my dick. I wrapped my arms around her waist and took a deep smell of her wet cunt that was in front of me. I licked her outer lips and felt her shudder at the touch. I took one arm and reached out and began to manipulate her nipple. She squirmed and I dug deeper into her cunt with my tongue. I tongued her labia as I held her close with my other arm. I could feel her muscles rippling with each lap of my tongue. She continued pounding her head onto my dick and I returned the favor by pounding my tongue deep into her pussy. I pulled my tongue out and nibbled lightly on her clit.

“Oh yes……yes” she squealed as I continued the rhythm on her clit and nipple. Her cunt was dripping wet and the combination of her juice and smell was causing animal lust to rise within me.

“Ohhhhhh, I’ve got to terim izle have you in me.” She squealed again as her breathing had turned to gasps.

Ding! The elevator had reached the top floor again. This time I reached for the button. Pressing the basement again I turned and looked into her eyes. She was engulfed with passion as she looked me and my rock hard dick.

“Time for me to go down again.” I stated as the elevator began its descent again.

I turned her over and laid her on the floor. The aroma of her cunt filled the elevator and my lungs. I reached for her knees and spread her legs as far apart as they would go. Her glistening pussy stared at me as if it knew that my dick was about to enter her steamy canal.

Leaning over her, I reached for her cunt with my hand and stroked her clit some more.

“No……I want your dick!” she barked. “Now!” she continued in a strained voice. She squirmed at the touch on her clit and her breasts were heaving with each breath she struggled to take.

Leaning over her, I grabbed my cock and led it home. The crown of my dick touched her outer lips and I could see her eyes roll back before she closed them. I moved my hand from my dick and grabbed her left breast. Squeezing her breast, I pushed through and into her pussy. Even though she was dripping wet, she was tight. Her pussy muscles squeezed my dick as it entered into her forbidden place.

“That’s what I want. Push it. Push it in Baby.” she begged.

With a quick thrust, I rammed my solid tool as deep as I could get. Her legs strained to open further as I began to pound my cock into her pussy.

“Oh Jesus, Oh yes.” She screamed. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” was her command as her body danced to the pounding I was giving it. I felt my seed swelling deep inside me as she convulsed with her first orgasm. She shook and bit on her lip to keep from screaming again. As she continued her orgasm, I reached down and rubbed her clit while my dick continued dancing in and out.

“Oh my God! Yesssssssssss!” she hissed.

Her body recoiled in another orgasm. As she writhed beneath me, I grabbed her legs and pulled them up to get as deep as I could. With one final stroke, I exploded into her. I felt a release of tension I could only dream of as I unloaded my seed into her. I shook in ecstasy as she continued writhing beneath me.

Ding! The elevator had reached the basement again. Since neither of us reached the buttons in time, the doors opened and I felt the coolness of the night enter into the elevator. There was nobody in the parking garage and with nobody in the building calling for the elevator, it just stood there with the doors open exposing our escapade to the world. We looked at each other and laughed. Getting up, I handed her clothes to her.

“Thank you.” she responded.

“No, thank you.” I replied as we looked into each other’s eyes. We both knew what the other wanted to say but we left it unsaid. We just smiled and started for our cars.

“That was the best elevator ride I have ever had.” she commented as she reached her car.

“I’ll tell you, going down has a new meaning to me now.” I responded as she smiled and got in her car.

Oh well, back to work tomorrow.

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Arun had just spent two weeks at his hometown of Chennai, and was headed back to work in the Bay Area. He said his farewell to his parents at the entrance of the airport, and headed towards the Baggage Drop counters. As he awaited his turn, he started planning the next few days at work and at home and realized how excited he was about going back. He was looking forward to work on the next project at his Software Engineering job. His job wasn’t exactly rocket science, but it paid reasonably well and was well respected in the community. Something he hoped he could use to his advantage towards scoring a date soon.

“Sir, I can assist you now.” The attractive female airline representative said with a smile.

His Check-in bags weighed a ton, but he swiftly placed them on the luggage belt.

“Wow,” she said, “you are really strong.”

Arun couldn’t figure out if this was a genuine compliment, politeness, or flirting. Tall and dark, he wasn’t unpleasant to look at. Small talk didn’t come easily to him. Flirting was even harder. Besides, he wanted to save his limited social skills for women local to his place of residence. At the end, he could only manage an awkward smile, and went about his way. He cleared immigration and security, and reached the departure gates. He started to settle down at a free seat. That is when he saw her first.

He could only see her from behind. She was wearing high-waist snug-fitting jeans which highlighted her curvy butt. Her tall body was hunched over the water fountain. Her sweater pulled up slightly from the bend, exposed few inches of her bare waist. Her sweater gave only a slight indication of the curve of her back. She combed her hair using her hands and tugged them in her ear, revealing her beautiful round face. Her skin was brown, and smooth.

Arun stared at her, till she caught him looking. She responded with a calm glance. He wasn’t sure how to respond, so he acted casual and took a seat near where he was standing. She took a seat a few rows away, but still facing him. He wondered if he should head-over and chat her up, but his “stay-local” instinct kicked in. Yes, it was likely that her hometown was same as his, but she could be staying anywhere in the world. They exchanged a few glances, but eventually he chose to catch-up on work e-mail.

In about an hour, he boarded his flight. The girl boarded the same flight, but she was not seated anywhere nearby and he didn’t see her again during the flight. He spent his time watching a couple of movies, reading a book and wondering if he should pay extra for the premium seats during his next long flight. At long last, the flight landed in London. His layover was just under 2 hours, and he used that time to use the restrooms. He had 45 mins to spare, but rather than exploring the airport he decided to wait at his boarding gate, continuing to catch up on work e-mail. He was trying to understand an obscure e-mail from a partner team, when he suddenly realized someone standing next to him. It was the beautiful girl he was eyeing earlier. She was looking at him.

At first he thought that she was there to accuse him of starting too long which he was guilty of. But she had a polite smile, so he quickly ruled that out. He wondered why she was here and why she was talking to him. He couldn’t let go of his puzzled expression.

“Are you travelling to San Francisco too?” she asked and continued to smile slightly.

His expressions quickly transitioned from puzzled to calm, to giddy and finally to a polite smile. The words ‘San Francisco too’ had stuck a chord.

“Yes I am,” he extended his hand and introduced himself “Arun.”

“Preethi.” she said returning his handshake.

He cleared the seat next to him. As she settled down next to him, he evaluated her body from up-close paying close attention to her chest which was noticeably busty.

“So,” Arun continued “Do you live in Francisco or are you visiting?”

“I am studying there.” Preethi said “How about you?”

“I work there.” Responded Arun.

The next two hours passed quickly for Arun as he chatted-up Preethi. He felt confident enough to ask her to sit next to him on the flight. The Airline ground-staff managed to allocate them seats together as the flight wasn’t full. Soon the boarding announcement was made, and they settled in the plane next to each other. The continued their conversations. The conversations started about their professional lives and slowly transitioned to personal lives. Even after discussing endless details about her personal lives, Preethi had not yet lockwood co izle mentioned a boyfriend or husband. This gave Arun hope that she was likely single. Discussing TV shows, they realized they shared love for an obscure English drama.

“I have the latest episodes for offline viewing on my IPad. Would you like to watch with me?” Arun said as he offered one of the ear buds.

“I would love to.” She responded and quickly plugged in the ear bud.

They watched episode after episode, growing physically closer with each one. At first it was the hands rubbing on the arm-rest, that both of them didn’t seem to mind. Next, it was the leaning against each other.

“Would you mind if I lift the armrest?” Asked Arun.

“Please go ahead,” Preethi responded with a smile.

As he moved the armrest, he felt Preethi move closer to him. Their shoulders, arms and thighs touched. She she rested her hands over his thighs, and he responded by holding them softly. Arun was sweaty from the excitement, and his heart-rate was high. He noticed, or alt east he thought he noticed that Preethi was similarly excited. With no further warning, he moved his face closer to hers, lips almost next to hers, waiting for her to respond. She didn’t move away. She looked at him for a second, and then closed her eyes. He pressed his lips against her, then he sucked on each of them separately. He could still taste the red-wine on her lips, and it only made the encounter more sensuous. Although inconvenient on plane-seat, Arun managed to wrap his one arm on her back and another on the back of her head while kissing. The kiss was slowly turning ravenous.

Suddenly there was a loud announcement, and the cabin lights were on again. Instinctively, Arun and Preethi pulled apart from each other and settled into their seats. Arun had forgot where they were. Luckily no one else nearby seemed to have noticed them. Arun slowly caught his breath, and came to his senses. The Cabin crew was asking them to prepare for landing in San Francisco.

Arun was really horny from the encounter. In that moment, he wanted Preethi to ride his dick while he was seated on that seat-plane. But he wasn’t sure what Preethi was feeling. He looked at her, and she was smiling but didn’t give away any further details about what was going on in her mind. He decided to make a bold move.

“Would you like to watch another episode at my home once we reach San Francisco?” Arun asked sheepishly.

“Yes. Of course.” She said and smiled, but this time with a hint of lust.

Arun felt his dick spring within his pants.

The rest of the plane ride was hard to wait-out for Arun. So was the de-boarding, immigration control, and baggage-claim. So as not to sound too desperate, Arun proposed they meet later in the evening. He offered to pick Preethi up, but she said she would take a cab to his place. He wasn’t sure what a good bye gesture would be at this point, but she came forward and gave him a tight hug. Arun felt her soft body against his, and his erection almost pushed against her crotch.

Arun spend all of the afternoon tidying up his apartment and cleaning himself up from the long flight. He opened a new bottle of wine, and along with two wine glasses placed them on the table next to the couch. He setup the TV to play the next episode, but he was hoping they would never get to watch TV. He chose to wear a new albeit simple T-shirt, and trousers.

She arrived about 10 mins after 6, and she looked more beautiful than ever. He wasn’t an expert on makeup, but he could notice that her lips seemed redder and her face looked radiant. She was wearing jeans and a low-cut yellow top. He was still filled with lust from the encounter in the flight, and wanted grope her tits. But he wasn’t sure what she was feeling right now.

“Welcome. Come on in.” Arun’s face beamed.

“Thanks.” Preethi responded as she entered the apartment.

“Nice Place,” Preethi said looking around the living room and offered him a bag “I brought us some wine.”

“Oh you didn’t have to. But Thanks. Have a seat.”, Arun said pointing to the couch.

Preethi smiled and took a seat. Preethi’s top showed considerable cleavage at this angle with Arun still standing. He couldn’t look away from her chest. She caught him starting, but only smiled.

“Won’t you join me?” Preethi said with her palm patting the seat next to her.

“Of course. Let me pour us some drinks.” responded Arun.

Arun took a seat next to her sitting very close. His thighs grazed loki izle Preethi’s thighs even when he bent slightly to pour her drink. They both took few gulps. He couldn’t stop looking at her beautiful face. Her shining red lips were calling out to him. He couldn’t take it any more. He placed his half-filled glass on the center table and bent towards her to kiss her lips.

“One Second.” Preethi whispered and placed her wine-glass safely away.

She looked at him with thirsty yes “Now.”

Arun almost jumped at her, kissing her lips passionately. She returned his kiss with a similar passion. Their bodies swayed together, changing the leaning direction every few seconds based on whoever kissed harder in that instant. Arun’s hands moved from the couch to Preethi’s thighs. Then they moved up to her waist, and slowly inched toward the bottom of her boobs. Not facing any resistance, Arun groped Preethi’s tits over her t-shirt.

“Aah.” Moaned Preethi.

Arun couldn’t believe he was fondling Preethi’s tits, and he groped them even harder.

“Oh…” Preethi continued to moan with her mouth wide open.

Arun held her t-shirt and tried to remove it, but it stuck under her arms.

“Let me do it,” said Preethi, lifting her arms as she took of her t-shirt.

She was wearing a white bra which exposed more of her cleavage. Without waiting another second, Arun grabbed both her boobs over her bra and squeezed them. He bent forward to kiss her breasts. He pressed his face against her chest while sucking and lightly biting her boobs. At some point he felt the bra straps falling over his face. He was so engrossed in enjoying the breasts that he didn’t realized Preethi had unhooked her bra, and the only thing still holding it up was the pressure of Arun’s face against Preethi’s breasts. Arun took his face off her chest. Funnily enough, her bra was hanging Arun’s ears. Preethi laughed, and pulled off her bra from Arun’s ears.

Her large breasts were now in full view. They sagged just a little bit from the weight. Her nipples and aureoles were dark brown and formed concentric circles a little below the center of her breasts. Arun now grabbed her bare breasts and groped them harder than ever before. She screamed a little which slowly transformed into a pleasurable moan. While still squeezing one her boobs, Arun bent forward to take care of the other boob with her mouth. He kissed around the nipple first. Then he pressed his tongue on her nipple and flicked it lightly. He then kissed the nipple and took it inside his mouth. Sucking lightly at first, and then as if his life depended on it. Preethi pressed Arun’s head against her chest, and he sucked harder and harder. He finally let go when he felt Preethi’s hands caressing his dick over his trousers.

Arun’s dick now was completely hard and making a uncomfortable tent in his pants. Preethi’s hands were pressed against his crotch and massaging it. Arun moaned a little and looked at Preethi. Her face was drained with lust. She grabbed as much of his dick as allowed by the fabric of his trousers. Arun unbuckled his pants, unzipped them and pulled them down. Now in his underwear, Preethi could better grip his dick over the somewhat loose underwear. Still obstructed, Preethi grabbed the ends of his underwear and looked at Arun’s face. Not directly looking at his crotch, she pulled down his underwear. Arun smiled at her, and Preethi couldn’t keep her gaze away from his crotch for long.

Arun’s thick and long cock was almost saluting Preethi. Preethi grabbed his dick with one hand and stroked it lightly. His dick was already well lubricated from pre-cum, which made stroking pleasurable. She now fully wrapped her palms and fingers around his shaft. Her grip became tighter. Her stroked speed increased. With her free hand, Preethi massaged his balls. As she stroked him, Arun moved closer to her. His dick now right in front of her face. Her gaze fixed on the length of his shaft. Her wet red lips were opening in anticipation. She could smell his pre-cum.

As they came closer, his dick brushed against her cheeks. She felt both the warmth of his shaft, and the wetness of his pre-cum against her cheeks. One of her hands was massaging his balls, and the other one held his dick and brought it close to her lips. She pulled the foreskin a little, and took his mushroom head inside her mouth and tasted his pre-cum. With each stroke, she pulled the foreskin a bit further down, and took his cock a bit further inside her mouth. She held his legs for support, and saw that his lol chi ride e fuori izle muscular legs were stiff from arousal. Slowly she realized that she is not in control of his cock. Arun was holding her head and pushing his cock deeper inside her. She felt it hitting the back of her throat, and she gagged a little. But in a few seconds she regained her breath, and she could handle his cock being pushed inside her throat. Fearing he will cum too soon, Arun finally let her go. Preethi was smiling as her saliva was dripping from her mouth and on his cock.

Arun now kneeled on the floor, and started to pull down her pants. Her panties were soaking wet and clinging to her pussy. Some of her pussy juices were dripping to her thick muscular legs. He sucked on her wet pussy a bit before pulling it off. Her bush was trimmed and soft. He held her legs apart, and licked her pussy juices from her thighs to her pussy lips. He licked the outline of her pussy lips, before dipping his tongue inside her pussy. He further stretched her legs. After some further exploring with his tongue, he found her clit. He pressed his tongue against it and flicked it lightly in every direction. Occasionally sucking on it. She was moaning like a maniac and holding his head. Her legs now wrapped around his head further pushed his face into her crotch. One of Arun’s fingers found it’s way into her pussy. He explored this insides of her pussy. With each stroke of his finger, he gauged Preethi’s reaction until he felt satisfied that he mastered the strokes to pleasure her. Arun then simply repeated the actions of sucking on her clit, and finger fucking her till she climaxed and went limp on him.

As he pulled away, she grabbed his head. “Fuck Me.” she groaned.

Arun smiled. “Turn around.”

Preethi obeyed but realized she had to be careful.

“Sorry, but you have to use a condom. There are a few in my purse if you do not have one handy.” she warned.

“Don’t worry I already put one on.” Arun assured her.

Her face now pressed against the back of the couch, hands on the sides, knees on the couch, feet hanging and her curvy ass up in the air. Arun now grabbed both her hands, crossed them behind her back and locked them with force. With the top of his tongue, he massaged the entrance of her pussy.

Arun continued “I love that you came prepared to fuck me. A real turn on, I must admit.”

“Stop teasing me and f…” she started.

Before she could complete her sentence, she felt the full force of Arun’s thick dick inside her pussy. She screamed in pleasure. Arun paced himself, slowly fucking her. Her initial scream now turned into a rhythmic moan. Arun occasionally thrusted forcefully and deep surprising Preethi and extracting out more screams of pleasure. He spanked her ass as he fucked her, leading to more screams. Slowly but surely, his thrusts became faster and faster. Preethi now almost passing out in pleasure.

“I am going to cum soon.” Arun groaned.

“Cum on my face.” Preethi asked.

“Are you sure?” Arun was delighted.

“Of-course.” Preethi smiled, not admitting that she felt it safer than inside her pussy.

Preethi turned around one more time, and held his cock. With one hand she massaged his balls. With the other hand she held her dick against her face. She tightened her grip, and pulled down his foreskin as much as possible. She then proceed to give his short but tight and fast strokes. Arun came in a few seconds. He let out multiple streams of thick cum on her face before finally stopping. Arun almost collapsed on Preethi, but took the support of the couch. Preethi smiled with her come covered face, and sucked his cock one last time cleaning any remaining drops of cum. Arun gave her some wet towel to clean up her face.

“I am so glad we didn’t end up watching TV.” Preethi laughed.

“Well if we watch one episode now, I think I will be ready for round 2.” Arun held his limp cock.

“Let us test that theory. But I think I need some food before round 2.” Preethi held her belly.

“I think we have enough episodes, and I will order enough food so that we can go on all night.” Arun winked.

“Just the night?” Preethi tested the waters about their relationship, “I assume you know I am going to be here again tomorrow evening after school.”

“Well, I hope you are here most evenings.” Arun smiled and kissed her.

“If you insist.” Preethi giggled and kissed him back passionately.

With Preethi’s naked body pressed against his, and her tongue exploring the inside of his mouth, Arun’s cock sprung back to life and pressed against Preethi’s body.

“Looks like we don’t need to wait for another episode.” Preethi smiled while stroking Arun’s cock.

Before Arun could come up with a witty response, he felt Preethi’s warm mouth take his cock inside.

“Oh fuck…” was all he could manage.

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Author’s note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Angel Love for her editing to make this a better story.

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It was already mid-afternoon on a Thursday when I received the call. I run a computer warehouse in which we stock an astounding variety of components. As a result we’ve developed a goodly clientele of people who require parts that seldom get into the average household personal computer.

The caller was one of the best of these clients. He was the manager of a sizable manufacturing plant located on the edge of a little sleepy town about a two-hour drive upstate from us. The plant relied on a computer to control their entire manufacturing process and the computer had suffered a major failure early that afternoon, causing a complete shutdown of their production line. He had already sent all of his employees home but was desperate to get a replacement part that evening.

I determined that I had the part but our driver was already on the road to other customers. I promised him that I would have the part to him by 7 PM, which meant that it would have to leave no later than 5 o’clock. The only way to keep from paying big bucks in overtime meant that I would have to make the delivery myself.

At 5, I left instructions with one of my people on closing the shop while I took the part and headed north. The roads were fairly straightforward, with only a couple of changes in direction, but only a few of the miles were on multi-lane road. For the first 30 miles, traffic was heavy and slow but then it began to ease as people turned into the many housing developments. With the terrain being mostly flat and just a few low undulating hills, it was difficult to keep my mind occupied on the way up. My console thermometer indicated that the outside temperature was 97 degrees and I was thankful for a working air conditioner.

I pulled into the client’s parking area just three minutes before 7 o’clock and found him waiting anxiously. It took me about 20 minutes to get the part replaced and test the machine, which worked perfectly to his great relief. We spent another 40 minutes talking about how his business was going and the economy in general and then I headed back to my car.

I settled in for the mind-numbing ride through all the corn fields in the lowering dusk. With a top speed of 55 MPH in the country and little towns every 10 to 15 miles requiring that I slow to 30 and sometimes to a stop, It was going to be a long trip.

It already seemed like an interminable drive when, after 50 minutes during which full dark descended on the area, I approached the largest town along the route I was taking. Just as I topped a hill, I spotted a white dot bobbing along on the side of the road in front of me. Even with the darkness, the temperature drop had not brought it down to a comfortable enough state to make walking pleasant. I slowed.

Not until I stopped beside the figure did I realize that it was a woman. Lowering the right side window, I said, “Awfully hot night for a walk. Care to share my air conditioning?”

She stepped over to my window and ducked her head to look at me. She gave me a rather appraising look, then smiled and opened the door. As she climbed in, she said, “Thank you. It is so-o-o hot out there and, of course, my car broke down yesterday. Right in the hottest part of the summer.”

She was dressed in knee-length black shorts, a very conservative white blouse, white sneakers and bobby socks, and a maroon visor. Her hair was more gray than black but looked nice, even with a few strands here and there out of place. She could pass for late thirties or early fifties or anywhere in between.

I said, “My name’s Gene.”

“Oh, hi. I’m Francis but everybody just calls me Fran. Pleased to meet you.” As she finished that statement, her left hand patted my right knee in a very friendly gesture.

“Where can I take you, Fran?”

“Uh … well, if you don’t mind taking me home, its up here about four miles to Turrill Road and then to the left about another mile.”

“I don’t mind at all. Are you just getting off work?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “I work at a fast food place about a mile back and this was my night to close up the place.”

“Oh, so you must be in management?”

“Well, yeah, I’ve got the title of assistant manager but you couldn’t tell it looking at my paycheck.”

I laughed. “I know what you mean.”

“Turn left at this next street. … How about you?”

“Well, I run a computer warehouse in the city. I just took some parts to a client upstate national treasure edge of history izle and I’m heading home for the night.”

“Ah. Going home to the family, huh?”

“No, it’s just me.”

“Yep, me too.”

“Gets lonely sometimes.”

“I know what you mean. See that second driveway? Pull in there, hon.”

I pulled into the drive of a pretty little brick veneer house with white siding and crimson trim. I stopped, assuming that she would get out and say goodnight. Instead she turned, put her hand on my thigh and asked “Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?”

I hadn’t had an opportunity to spend time with any woman one to one in a long time and even if it was just conversation, it struck me as an enjoyable way to pass a few minutes. I smiled and said, “I’d love to.”

I turned off the ignition and followed her inside. She led me down a hallway to a family room and invited me to sit while she put on the coffee. When I asked if I could change it to a tall glass of ice water because I don’t like hot drinks in hot weather, she obliged and returned in just a few minutes with a huge glass full of ice and water.

As she handed me the glass, she said “Would you mind waiting for me while I shower and change? I smell like that place where I work and I’d like to get more comfortable.”

“No, I don’t mind. Or would you rather I leave?”

“No, no! Please stay. I want to get to know you better. It’s just that I’d like to not be quite so sticky while we talk.”

“Okay. I’ll be waiting.”

She disappeared down another hallway and I soon heard running water. I sat on the sofa sipping the cold refreshing water and looking around. She kept a neat, clean house from the looks of this room, which was decorated with personal trinkets and outfitted with sturdy but comfortable furniture.

Not more than fifteen minutes had passed when she came padding back into the room. She was barefoot but more importantly, she wore a light blue, diaphanous top that fell loosely around her body but ended about half-way down the curve of her bottom. Underneath it she had on a pair of bikini-style panties of the same see-through material and neither garment concealed what was inside.

I was impressed. Her most obvious assets were her breasts, which her white blouse had concealed earlier but were quite visible under the light blue material. They were as large as small melons and the ends were covered with baseball-sized areolas. The nipples were already hard and pushing dimples into the thin material.

Her waist was substantial but there was a definite narrowing and then her hips flared out significantly although when she pirouetted in front of me, I immediately appreciated the roundness of her bottom. When she stopped turning, the dark curly hair covering the triangle above her legs was quite obvious.

I felt an immediate growth between my legs as the blood surged downward. I groaned in appreciation of her assets and because of my own urge to grab her and throw her on the floor and attack her.

Her smile said that she knew the effect she had on me and it was just what she wanted. “I hope you don’t mind me getting comfortable, honey. Do you like?” She held up her arms and twirled around again.

“No,” I managed to rasp out, “I love it.”

“Well, sugar, we’ll just have to get to know each other better” she said, easing herself across my lap and sitting down. She leaned one arm against the back of the sofa, behind my head, presenting her left boob for my inspection. But I had only seconds to view it as she bent down and our lips met for the first time.

Still in shock at the lovely apparition, I tried to respond in kind, opening my lips but finding her tongue darting into my mouth before I could react. We kissed passionately for several long minutes before I slipped my hand under her top, up her side and cupped her left breast in my hand. Even though my hands are extra large, there was more than I could hold. When I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, she moaned and thrust her chest against my hand.

In the meantime, my cock was throbbing and felt like it was about to burst out of my pants. The sensation of her buttocks pressing on my member was almost more than I could bear. There was no way she could not realize the impact she was having on my organ, as it probed into the crevasse between her cheeks.

After several minutes of kissing while I kneaded her breast, I slid my hand down her side and around her smooth round bottom. The flimsy top no longer covered her ass and the little next level chef izle bikini bottoms easily yielded to my fingers, moving aside and letting my finger tips touch the soft but hot flesh of her pussy. The instant I touched her, she jumped, gulped air and pressed herself into my body, reestablishing the kiss as if our lives depended upon it.

Over the next several minutes, my fingers traveled the length of her puffy pussy lips several times before I slipped two of them into her opening. Every time I touched a new place, her tongue renewed its rabid exploration of my mouth.

Then abruptly she pulled back and asked, “Would you like to go to my bed?”

When I nodded, she got up and took my hand, leading me down the hallway to a bedroom. While I was fiddling with my belt, the flimsy nightgown and panties disappeared and she took over my undressing, making short work of it all. When my throbbing erection popped into view, her face lit up like a flood light. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and she cupped my balls in her other hand as she dropped to her knees in front of me.

Em pulled the head of my cock down to her mouth and her tongue flicked out to lick at the drop of pre-cum that appeared at my opening. Little by little her tongue washed all around the pulsating head until she engulfed it completely. She began to suck on it as if it was an all-day sucker, making gentle cooing noises. I savored the magnificent feelings her mouth sent throughout my body but I also wanted to reciprocate.

Gently I tugged Fran up, saying, “Let’s get where I can taste you too, sugar.”

I climbed onto the bed and Fran climbed up on top of me. While her hands and mouth went back to work on my cock and balls, I spread her bottom and tentatively ran my tongue up and down her crease, finding it very moist and tasty. I began to trace wet circles around her clit, which was undoubtedly the most prominent little bud I had ever seen on a woman, more like a nipple than most. I finally enclosed the area around her clitty in my mouth and began to suck it softly, only to have Fran begin shaking her bottom and moaning until she suddenly stiffened and began to shake in earnest. After the waves of her orgasm passed, she collapsed her head to my legs, my stiff cock pushing at the back of her mouth.

I found a deliciously fresh flow of juice from her pussy and consumed it with gusto, taking time to make sure my tongue covered every bit of her tunnel that it could reach, during which Fran recovered sufficiently to begin sucking on my cock again. I teased her clit for several minutes, alternately blowing hot air on it and barely touching it with the tip of my tongue. I could tell she was getting wound up again and close to another climax so I again gathered the area around her clit into my mouth and sucked softly and again she rewarded my efforts with another orgasm.

Once again when the quaking ended, I went exploring and found my liquid reward. I again took several minutes consuming it all and cleaning her of her own juices. Then on impulse, I spread her cheeks wider and ran my tongue over her divide and into her anal valley. When my tongue first touched her anus, I felt her jerk and wondered if she was going to reject my advances but her only other reaction was to suck my cock harder. I started washing her anal valley and she began to grunt and wiggle her butt, not to get away from me but as if to press my tongue into her bottom.

I started poking the tip of my tongue at her puckered opening and she changed the wiggle into bucking back at me, as if she was fucking my tongue. But after a few minutes of that, she clamped her thighs around my head and shook like a strong earthquake. It was probably only 20 or 30 seconds but it seemed much longer … and much more gratifying for me.

I still hadn’t cum, which was not unusual for me to take so long, so after Fran had relaxed, I rolled her over and maneuvered around until I was over her. I spread her legs and guided my cock to her pussy and watched it slip easily in to the hilt on the first push. She was a little tight but between the slickness of her saliva and the wetness of her cunt juices, we seemed to be made for each other. As she wrapped her legs around my waist, her hands pulled my head down and our lips met in another long sloppy kiss.

I started rocking my bottom, causing my spear to rove around inside her love tunnel while my pubis teased her clit. Fran’s hands became antsy, roaming quickly down my sides and back, pulling my ears, grabbing my ass. Our mouths remained glued together except when we broke for air occasionally.

I began night court izle stroking in and out and soon Fran broke our kiss. She cocked her head back, moaned and whispered, “Yes, baby, fuck me, fuck me hard, honey.” I picked up the pace a bit but Fran reached between us and cupped my balls. To the same pace as my thrusts, she gently squeezed my nuts for a couple of minutes. Then I noticed she was squeezing faster and faster and … my thrusts just seemed to follow suit, until I was banging hard into her pubis as fast as I could with the longest strokes I could. There was something hypnotic about the way her hand worked my testicles.

Suddenly her hand stopped working, her body grew taut as a board and she began quivering as if she were having a seizure. Just a few seconds later, I felt my balls compact and then begin spitting my cum deep into Fran’s already soggy pussy. I pushed as deep into her as I could get and held us tightly together with an arm around her waist while I kissed the side of her face.

When I felt I could trust my muscles again, I eased myself to Fran’s side and turned to face her, feeling very euphoric. She languidly turned to me and smiled.

After a few moments of silence, she propped her head on her elbow and ran the fingers of her other hand through the hair on my chest.

She said, “Well, you know now that I’m a really horny woman, huh? What you don’t know is that I don’t get it nearly as often as I want it. In a little town like this, there aren’t many unattached men.”

While she was talking she shifted so that she laid her head on my chest and her hand slid down, over my stomach, through my thatch of pubic hair and then she rubbed my cock, alternating with caressing my balls. It was all rather slow and lackadaisical but it was having an electric effect on me. My cock begain to grow hard again.

Em continued, “And fooling around with a married man … well, the gossip in a town this size will kill you. So I was really happy when you stopped for me and you turned out to be from out of town, and good looking, and nice to me. I know I’m older than you but … well, I had a great time and I hope you did too.”

“Oh, yes, honey! I sure did!” I confirmed.

“Good!” she exclaimed, turning to look at me. She was holding my now-erect member in her hand, “Look what I found. Wanna try it again?”

Well, of course, and when I nodded my assent, she scrambled onto hands and knees, her ass in the air. I climbed up behind her and found her hand waiting to guide my probe into her target opening. She was still wet and slick and I loved the feeling as I tugged on her hips to mash my crotch into her big round bottom. The warmth of her pussy quickly spread up the length of my cock, giving me a special feeling all over.

After just a few strokes, I realized that Fran would be severely beaten by her own tits if I let them roam freely so I grasped a handful on each side and resumed stroking. Fran eased herself down until she was resting on her face and I felt her left hand creep up my left thigh until she cupped my scrotum.

With her fingers still on my balls, I feared I might not last as long as I normally would so I took a chance, released her right tit and slipped my hand between her legs to manipulate her little man-in-a-boat. It all produced a boatload of magnificent feelings. And then it culminated when we both started to cum almost simultaneously. I released her other boob, grabbed her hips in both hands and mashed our bodies together while my balls spit shot after shot of hot liquid pleasure into Fran’s welcoming pussy.

Meanwhile her muscles had quit working and she began a slow slide down to the mattress, which she reached just after the last drops of cum dribbled out of my one-eyed Cyclops. For the moment, I collapsed on top of her, still supporting my upper body on my elbows while my lower body rested entirely on her broad ass.

When I recovered enough to roll over, Fran turned to me and said, “That’s good stuff, sugar. Why don’t you just put your arms around me and let’s get some sleep, okay?”

Why not? Okay, so I was seventeen minutes late opening the warehouse the next morning. Small price to pay for what I got.

Fran and I became Very Good Friends. I made the hour drive up to her place three or four times a week, depending on her work schedule. I began to spend my days off with her and she usually drove down on her days off, which never came at the same time two weeks consecutively, and spent them with me when I got home from work.

It turned out that we had a lot in common … besides good sex. We both like all kinds of sports, especially the amateur kind. We both like to take late evening walks … when we can get out of the bedroom. We like similar foods … and Fran loves it when I spread part of a banana split on her naked body and then eat it off.

Yeah, we do like a lot of the same things, but the best has been sex. I think I may have just found the woman to spend the rest of my life with. Thank goodness for places that let you buy fast food late.

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I’d had a restless sleep before my phone woke me at 6.30am. My heart skipped when I noted the text was from Terri, replying to my message the previous evening. It was the first time she’d communicated with me in a week.

“You know about Francis and what he did?” she text.

I confirmed I did know this, adding that I needed to see her.

“I want to see u too Aus. I’m ready to come back. I’ll come back down today and txt u when I get there,” she wrote, indicating she would travel back from London.

I lay back in the bed, happy that I would shortly see Terri again, but troubled by what Ness had told me the previous evening.

“What to do about that prick Francis?” I said out loud.

I dwelt on this for a while and then decided one step at a time.

“Meet with Terri first and see what she wants me to do,” I thought.

As my thoughts drifted back to Terri, I recalled our liaison on the Common a week previous. I’d touched her in the most intimate places. She’d overcome her hesitancy about our location and orgasmed on my fingers, right there in the field. It was a very erotic experience and I began to get hard recalling the moment

Then my thoughts moved to what she had told me about her sex life with Francis.

“Now that was plain weird,” I thought, recalling her detailing how he pulled down her jeans merely to masturbate himself on her ass. No other touching.

“He’s a freak show,” I said to myself, but then began to imagine myself behind Terri, rubbing my cock on her pert bottom. I got very hard.

I drifted back to sleep, one hand wrapped around my cock.

When I woke again I was still erect and Ness was in my head. I quickly swung my feet out of bed, feeling guilty. Thoughts of being with her the previous night filled my mind. What an experience that had been. With Terri now returning I sat there shaking my head, wondering how I could have been so stupid as to go with that little manipulator again. Behind her boyfriend’s back, in front of mates who clearly knew what was occurring. I contrasted the aggressive, sexual Ness with the quiet, innocent Terri.

“Terri’s the one I want. I won’t go there again,” I swore to myself, pushing thoughts of Ness aside.

I got up, had a drink and went out for my daily run. As I ran I concocted all sort of ways in which I intended to deal with Francis. Once home I made brunch. My landlords, Mike and Felicity, were still away up north, caring for her mother who had suffered a stroke. In all the kerfuffle of the past day I had forgotten about how pissed off I was with Felicity, after discovering I was just another boarder she had taken as a lover.

“Was all that just bullshit?” I thought, recalling her saying that she had feelings for me. My gut told me it wasn’t, she’d seemed genuine.

I dwelt on it for a while. Felicity was normally so matter of fact. She didn’t show much emotion, yet she’d cried following a couple of our love making sessions. Even a dumb Aussie boy like me could feel some sort of deeper connection occurring.

“So what the hell is this about her rooting every boarder who comes through the place?” I mused. “Does she fall in love with all of them?”

It began to get me down so, like Ness, I pushed all thought of Felicity to the side and settled down to wait for Terri. The day dragged, but the Tour De France came on the TV and this distracted me. Then mid-afternoon Terri text to say her train was near the village. I replied that I was here on my own and that she should come directly round. She’d never been to Mike and Felicity’s house and I thought she might decline, but she didn’t, saying she’d get the bus. A half hour later there was a knock at the door.

When I opened it she had her head bowed, dressed in her old uniform of jeans and a baggy T-shirt.

“Hi Terri, you all right?”

“Yeah; it’s great to see you Aus,” she said raising her head.

I sucked in a breath as I saw the size of the, now yellow, bruise around her eye and down the side of her face. I reached out and took her under the chin, moving her head to the side so I could see the injury clearly.

“That bastard,” I swore.

“Oh Aus,” she said throwing herself forward to hug me tightly. “You don’t know how good it is to be with you again.”

We stood their embracing for fully a minute while she sobbed; her head pushing into my chest. Eventually I led her into the house and we sat down on the sofa. Like a true gentleman I went and got her a glass of water. While there I made a pact with myself that there would be no attempt at sex today.

“This girl just needs a bit of reassurance right now, not your old Aussie dick trying to get lucky,” I thought.

So that is what I provided her with. She told me how she’d dressed in the manner she had in order to show Francis what he was missing. I felt a pang of guilt, fully aware that this had been my suggestion to her. As was obvious to all present in the cricket clubrooms when Terri had entered, Francis had not taken her attire well. Terri went on to say that after they left, a huge argument ensued. She said she’d never interior design masters izle answered him back before, because Mandy had advised her not too.

Poor Terri found out why Mandy had offered this advice. Francis had completely lost it. He slapped her hard across the face and then punched her twice in the stomach. He’d left her lying on the footpath outside her home, calling her a slut as he left. She’d not heard from him since.

We talked through the afternoon, during which time it began to rain heavily. I soon got a text saying the Wednesday evening cricket had been cancelled. I was relieved for two reasons. One I could stay home with Terri and two, I didn’t have to see Ness.

When evening came Terri said she had to get home to her mothers.

“Is she expecting you home?”

“No, she thinks I’m still up at Daddy’s. Everyone thinks I’m still up in London with him. I haven’t even told Mandy. They’ll all be surprised.”

“You don’t have to go home,” I blurted out, my mouth moving ahead of my brain.

Terri looked at me with a questioning expression.

“Mike and Felicity are staying up north with her sick mother,” I said, referring to the mother’s stroke.

I continued to get the quizzical look. She was weighing up the situation, like a cautious fawn.

“Where would I sleep?” she eventually said cautiously.

There it was. The old sex thing. Poor Terri thought all I wanted to do was jump into her pants. To be fair had she given me any indication that I could proceed down that road, I would have gone there without a second thought. But she hadn’t. Not the entire time since arriving. Even an Aussie boy from the bush could work out when it was time for a roll in the hay and when it was best to play the gallant hero.

“You’d sleep in Felicity and Mike’s bed and I’d sleep in my bed.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah; not a problem; unless your Mum and Dad talk to each other.”

“They haven’t spoken for five years.”

“Good; then he thinks you’re down here and Mum, family and your friends think you’re in London. Let’s just leave it that way. Now what would you like for dinner?”

A relieved smile filled her face. Terri clearly liked the idea that she was going to stay at my place, especially now we’d set the ground rules.

“Thanks Aus.”

“Thanks for what?”

“For being such a nice man.”

“Sometimes,” I said honestly.

I made Terri a fresh, lean chicken salad with some berries and ice cream for desert. I noted she ate well for such a skinny chick.

Afterwards we sat close on the sofa watching TV. She clung onto my arm. When her breasts brushed my side it sent a small current to my groin, but I didn’t attempt to touch her in any way. Eventually she fell asleep and I had to wake her.

“Yeah, I’ve been real tired,” she said. “The Doctors thought I probably had concussion.”

“Yeah; really?”

She said they were also worried about the damage from where Francis punched her in the stomach, but that pain had settled down now and the scans showed no damage.

I felt my blood beginning to boil again as I had visions of Francis punching her. Terri read my mind.

“I don’t want you doing anything stupid Aus. You’ll just get yourself into trouble and it will let the cat out of the bag about our feelings for each other.”

“Our feelings?” I said surprised, causing her to smile.

“Let’s talk in the morning Aus.”

I carried her bag up the stairs and showed her up to Mike and Felicity’s room and she gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks Aus,” she said again and shut the door.

I returned downstairs. There was no doubt I was a bit horny and would have loved to have touched that slender body, just as I had in the park a week earlier. However, there was another part of me that enjoyed playing this ‘good bloke’ role. Rescuing the damsel and all that. I slept well that night.

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The next morning I woke a little late and opening my door smelt bacon and eggs.

“Hey sleepy bones,” Terri said playfully when I went down into the kitchen wearing only shorts.

“Hey, did you sleep well?”

“Great thanks. I feel rejuvenated today. It was a nice idea of yours to let me stay here. And I get to serve you up some breakfast.”

As she turned back to the stove I noted her attire. Old baggy pyjamas, about three sizes too big. She caught me looking.

“Not that sexy are they?”

“I don’t know; anything would look sexy on you.”

She didn’t answer, but appeared to enjoy the compliment.

We ate breakfast, talked for a while, then sat on the sofa again and watched some morning TV. Suddenly Terri looked up at me with a serious look

“I was a bit scared last night when you said about staying.”

“Why?”

“I know about you bringing Mandy here Aus. I know about her and you that night.”

“Her and me?”

“Yeah, she told me you brought her home and came on a bit aggressive.”

“Aggressive?”

“That iyi adamin 10 günü izle you forced yourself on her and she had to fight you off. I told her you were probably a bit drunk.”

I was seething. That bitch Mandy was trying to fill my petit English rose with all sorts of bullshit about me. I struggled to maintain my composure.

“We were drunk and we did come back here, but I don’t think it was exactly how Mandy has told it Terri,” I said reaching out to hold her hand.

“Hmmm; maybe! Mandy can be a little possessive and I think she’s jealous of you and me.”

“Yeah. I think she is.”

“Anyway you were very nice to me last night. The perfect gentleman. I felt safe. I feel safe now Aus.”

“Yeah,” I repeated, making no bones of the fact that I was pissed off about what she’d just told me.

We sat there for an extended period merely watching the TV. I could feel Terri becoming increasingly unsettled by the silence. She pulled in closer beside me, grabbed my arm and clung on tightly. When that brought no reaction she began to lightly stroke it. I didn’t flinch and she moved the hand to my bare chest and began to play with a nipple. I liked that, but still showed no emotion. Finally, she’d had enough.

“Please don’t be angry Aus. I’ve never seen you sullen. It’s not like you. I don’t like it.”

I gave her a large theatrical sigh and kept staring at the TV. I was pissed off, but not that pissed off. Old Aus wasn’t a bad actor and I was happy to milk this for a while.

“Aus, I tested you last night. I was scared after what Mandy had said, but I had to know. So I stayed and you passed with flying colours Aus. She’s jealous and I think she made up most of it.”

“Does she know you’re staying here?”

“No; no; not at all. No one knows Aus; promise. Especially Mandy. She’d not be at all happy to hear that. I just want to be with you right now.”

Mandy had been real keen to get back here that night, after we’d kissed outside of the pub. We were both drunk and horny, but when we got here she’d stayed well in control of the situation. She made it clear what we could and could not do.

I glanced down and Terri was looking up at me with those big brown eyes. I gave her a brief smile.

“That’s a little better. Can I sit on you Aus.?”

“What?” I said, a little unsure of what she meant.

Before I knew it Terri had moved like a cat and jumped onto my lap, hanging her legs outside mine. She wriggled to mould herself into my stomach and lower chest. I hadn’t been at all aroused; quite the opposite with all the talk of Mandy’s deceit, but Terri’s positioning quickly changed that.

“Oh!” I stammered as she placed her rear directly onto my groin. She wriggled her ass as if to get comfortable.

I was unsure what to do with my hands, so brought them to rest on her hips.

“You like that Aus?” she asked after a time.

“Mmm, it’s real nice,” I said as her movements saw my cock began to take note.

After a few minutes of this I had to raise her up for a second, so I could reposition myself. I pulled my cock up to sit on my stomach. Terri sat back down, my cock now resting between her small butt cheeks. I swallowed and lay back to enjoy the feeling. After a while she lifted her ass.

“Take your shorts down Aus,” she said and I quickly did as instructed, so they sat on my upper thighs, baring my cock.

As I did this she reciprocated by pulling her pyjama pants down to bare her butt. She sat back down, skin against skin. With no lubrication she couldn’t move excessively, but merely massaged my cock with her ass crack. I rubbed my hands around her hips and smelt her hair as she continued. I soon grew to full length. She was good at this and it was then a thought occurred to me.

“This is what you do with Francis, isn’t it?”

“Did with Francis, yes; but now I’m doing it with you Aus. It’s the only way I know with a man.”

“But you said Francis never touched you while you did it this way, did he?”

“No; never.”

“Never like this,” I asked, bringing both hands to rest on her small breasts, unencumbered by any bra beneath her flannel pyjama top.

“Oh Aus,” she sighed, clearly appreciating my advance on anything she’d done with Francis. “That’s nice.”

I began to gently massage her breasts, feeling her nipples come to attention. She began to move her hips causing her butt to rub on my hardness. At the same time I kissed the top of her head, our height difference meaning I couldn’t get to her neck.

As we continued to gently pleasure each other I wondered where this was going to end. I was certain I wasn’t going to cum up her back like that odd ball Francis did. That would be too freaky. However I had to proceed with some caution. I ran one hand slowly down, moved it under her top and rested it on her stomach. My other hand became a little more forthright upon her breast.

At first I rubbed around her small belly bump. With her pants off her butt Terri’s waistband was low at the front, resting across her jungle izle mons. I knew, from touching her on the Common, that just below this her lips were nude. The thought caused my passion to grow. She sucked in and held her breath as my fingers moved lower. Eventually I pushed beneath the band.

Terri released her breath as I deliberately by-passed the place she most desired to be touched and ran a hand down her soft inner thigh. I began to massage the insides of both thighs. All the time she continued her movements on my cock.

In time I moved a little higher and let my hand lightly brush her vulva. I felt a surge of adrenalin when I found warm moisture. My heart began to beat faster. This only increased when Terri brought her hands to her top and unbuttoned it, freeing her small breasts to my gaze for the first time. They were nicely shaped, with small brown nipples and virtually no aureoles.

“Perfect for her tiny frame,” I thought, gazing down.

I tweaked her nipples and brought my lower fingers onto her plump lips, cupping her warmth.

“Ohhh,” she moaned softly her eyes shut tight, pushing herself into my hand. This movement increased the pressure on my cock. Right at that moment I wanted to go inside of her.

“Pull your pants down further Terri,” I whispered to her.

She did as instructed, but to my dismay she denied me going further.

“You can’t go in me Aus. It’s too much too soon and I’m not on the pill.”

“Too much too soon. It’s never too much too soon,” I thought, realising I needed a Plan B.

“Come back down on me,” I said and as she moved I grabbed my cock and pushed it forward and upright to sit between her legs.

As she settled back we both looked down across her flat stomach and bony hips. There it stood like a flag pole, rock hard, standing proud.

“Touch it. Rub yourself on it,” I told her.

Slowly Terri moved her hand down and brought her hand and slim fingers to rest along my hardness.

She lowered herself just a little so my shaft lodged between her wet lips. She hesitated for a few seconds and I felt her swallow and breathe deeply, still intently watching what she was doing. Then she slowly began to move her hips so her lips moved up and down my cock.

Both my hands were free so I returned to her breasts. I massaged them firmly, thumbing her hard nipples. This plus her breathing told me she was very aroused. However I needed something from her.

“Stroke me,” I demanded curtly.

“I’ve never… done…,” she stammered.

“Wet your fingers on yourself then lightly stroke it up and down.”

She did as ordered, slipping her fingers between cock and quim to find her feminine dew. She did this a number of times smearing the moisture around my knob and down the top of the shaft. This action was a delight and at one point my cock twitched. Terri giggled, but continued. She resumed her position and wrapped her fingers lightly around the top of my now lubricated shaft. She drew them down and then back up, subtly twisting her hand like a veteran.

I gave her a little moan to indicate she was doing well and she gripped me a little more firmly. She noticeably relaxed and pushed herself firmly onto the base and resumed the movements of her hips.

Terri began to masturbate both of us. Her hand working the top half of my shaft, while her lips rubbed against the bottom half. I noted she’d closed her eyes again as we settled into a rhythm. Watching all this was rapidly bringing me to a point of no return. However, I knew I needed to wait for her to take her pleasure. I didn’t think it would take long as she’d cum so easily the last time we’d touched each other in the park.

Her movements against me sped up and her finger actions on my rod quickened. I heard her breathing deepen and her breasts become tighter to my touch. Her thighs tensed then shook as she released a long satisfied breath. She stopped moving her hips and merely ground herself onto my cock.

“Ohhhh yes,” she moaned in her moment of ecstasy, gripping my cock very firmly, still pumping.

To her credit as Terri rode out her orgasm she never released me. Watching her hand movements I relaxed and let the seed rise up out of my balls. My twitching saw her jerk her head to watch what was occurring. She automatically flinched away as the first spurt flew high in the air and landed back on her stomach. I grabbed for her hand and held it firm around my shaft as subsequent shots flew up toward her breasts.

“Oh my god,” she exclaimed with an amazed giggle, semen hitting her breasts. “So much stuff!”

She was right. It had been an intense cum for me and her stomach and breasts wore my seed.

“You enjoy that?” I asked her as we released my softening dick and let it fall away. I brought my hands to her stomach and breasts and playfully spread my cum across her body. She laughed.

“I’ve never seen that before. It’s incredible.”

Terri swivelled and we indulged in some seriously intimate kissing. I was just beginning to get a little horny again when she jumped off me.

“I have to shower and get all your sticky stuff off me,” she said with a huge smile.

I watched her walk away. Her slim body and tight ass not helping to quell my arousal. I was ready to go again, but Terri clearly had other ideas, so I decided to play it cool and not follow her to the shower. I’d gotten a little carried away in there with Wendy, not more than a few nights previous.

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The waves lapped incessantly against the soft sandy beach. Ann gazed out to the horizon, like she did yesterday, the day before that and every day that she had been marooned on the island. She squinted to protect her eyes from the glare of the sun light off the water. But no matter how she scanned the horizon, there was no sign of a ship, a plane or rescue of any kind.

Ann sighed and scuffed her feet against the soft, warm sand. She had been here for three weeks but it seemed like three years. Fear was soon replaced by loneliness and a sense of isolation. Would she ever be rescued? Would she ever see other people again?

She went back to the hut that she had made to protect her from the noonday sun. It was made from palm fronds, and in other circumstances would have been impossibly romantic. But here, with no one else to enjoy her island paradise, Ann felt like a prisoner in her own private hell.

She lay on the hammock that she had rigged between two palm trees, and dozed gently in the gentle tropical breeze. The waves sounded softly in the distance, as she cast her mind back to when she was with other people, and gradual she dozed into the realms where sleep and reality are exchanged.

She remembered men, Men with their strange ways, the strange attraction that she had for them, and she remembered the times she had given herself to them and felt the full pleasure of a man’s body. As she dozed, Ann gently slid her hand down her body and slid her fingers onto her pussy.

She remembered her first fumblings and the thrill of ecstasy and as she remembered, she weaved little circles with her fingers, teasing her own pussy and sliding her finger casually over her clitoris

The sun gently kissed her bronzed skin and the wind rocked her gently as she played with herself, and slowly drifted in and out of sleep, her hand working methodically to build her pleasure up to a plateau of excitement,

Her breaths got quicker now, as he became more excited and her heart raced as she stroked herself more urgently now. Faster and faster her fingers worked, until eventually

Release.

She dozed in the sun, while the tropical jungle seemed to holds its breath as she drifted off into a deep sleep of ecstasy.

It was cooler when she awoke.

It seemed she had slept for hours, fuelled by love and memories. She looked round suspiciously. The sun had moved across the sky and there was only an hour or two of daylight left. Ann felt that she was been watched. She couldn’t describe why; she had searched every day for sight of a human presence in hope, but now her intuition told her that she was not alone. She went down to the beach to look for tracks or a boat- there was nothing.

She casually walked along the waterline trailing her long skirt in the warm water. The innocence of the setting had been replaced by a sense of fear of imminent danger. She realised that the jungle was quiet.

Ann ran for the jungle, a headlong helter skelter panic of a run, with no destination in mind, just flight, running way from it, murder under the friday night lights izle them or whatever it was. She ran through branches and thorns, which tore at her and scratched her skin, her skirt caught on a branch and was ripped but she raced on regardless.

Suddenly she stopped

She found herself in a clearing a space which had been cleared of trees by human hand. Or hands. Because there in the circle were three men, looking as startled to see her as she was to see them. There was an instant of shock, as the two groups eyed each other as if time stood still, and then , Ann turned on her heels and headed back the way that she had came.

But she was tired, and their legs were fresh, and they caught her up in no time, and man-handled her back to their camp. They smelt of drink, they were unshaven, and they pushed her roughly. All this time she had sought human company, and now she had found it, she wanted nothing more than escape!

They bundled her into the clearing and made her sit against a large chest, then they tied her hands behind her back and knotted the rope tightly to the case. Delighted with their catch, they jabbered away in some foreign tongue. Ann couldn’t make out what they were saying, but she could guess. They laughed as they looked at her long legs showing through her torn skirt and they poked at her while they drank more beer.

Ann was frightened. She feared the worse, and she had no prospect of being saved. He faces of the men grew more ugly as they drank more and as the sun set, the shadows from the flames of the camp fire gave them a manic character as if they were monsters. Ann’s mind raced as she imagined how she might escape. Her wrists were tightly bound, and the rope bit into her skin. She knew that she could not out run them, she would have to subdue them. She decided it was best to co-operate with them and avoid provoking them.

She might be able to slip away when they were sleeping……..

Eventually the men approached her, and began to untie her bonds. It was dark now and the embers of the glowing fire gave an eerie red glow to their faces. She looked them full in the eye determined to survive the ordeal. As the first one approached her, she stared at him out of pity. He pushed her roughly backwards so she fell on the floor and he fell on top of her. She could smell his beery breath as he fumbled under blouse. He was dirty and needed to wash. His drunken fumblings made no impression, and Ann did not resist as he dragged her blouse down over her shoulders.

He grunted like a pig but it soon became clear that for all his thrusting, the drink had got to him, and he could not have sex with her. The other men taunted him, and laughed at him which made him angry. He promptly rose up and slapped Ann full across the face. She yelped with the pain, and started to cry. Her sobs were interrupted by more shouting. Her would-be assailant had leapt up and attacked his two friends, who were bent murf the surf jewels jesus and mayhem in the usa izle double laughing at him. Fuelled by anger and by drink, he lashed out wildly at his friends, catching one full on the jaw. He fell in a crumpled heap, knocked spark out by the blow.

The second man was more cunning, and wrestled his attacker to the ground, where they rolled in a seething mass of writhing arms and legs, grunting and shouting and biting and poking. Ann saw her chance.

She crawled away on all fours, so as not to attract attention from the fighting men, though they were too preoccupied to pay her any attention. When she was in the shadows, she rose from her knees and ran like the wind.

At first she could hear the jungle rushing past her ears, then the sound of her breaths, panting deep lungfuls of oxygen to keep her going, then when finally she had no more energy, she could hear her own heart pounding like a drum. She turned round, expecting o see the men in pursuit, but there was silence,

The evening air was quiet and still, except for the ever present cicadas. The moon, too, conspired to hide behind a cloud so that Ann could make good her escape. She decided to head for the beach to get her bearings, then thought better of it as that would make her visible against the horizon. She followed path after path, trails she had never seen before and picked her way as far from the camp as she could go.

Suddenly, she could make out the sound of running water, and she followed the sound to find a waterfall and a silver stream running clear out of cleft in the rock. Ann drew great draughts of cold fresh water into her mouth, and drank it like the finest wine. She wiped her mouth and was overcome by the greatest fatigue of her life. How long had she run for? Minutes? Hours? She didn’t know. What she did know I that she was so tired she could hardly keep her eyes open.

With that , she found a mossy spot, lay down, and fell promptly fast asleep

The water tasted sweet on her lips

Like wine, she remembered. But this was daylight, and the water was running on her cheek!

Ann sat bolt upright to see a man bending over her. She feared the worse! Oh why had she given in to sleep?

But the man smiled at her, and made no attempt to stop her retreating. He offered her a bowl with fresh water and she reached out and took it. He was still smiling at her, and she eyed him nervously. Did he plan to assault her as well?

The man turned on his heels and gestured for Ann to follow him. She let him go on a few steps, then followed his path as he led her down beside the steam, until they came to a small water pool. He smiled at her again and jumped in, the silver water welcoming him with a splash.

Ann watched for a few moments as he played in the water, washing his hair in the clear water, and diving under the surface to impress her. Her caution gave way to curiosity. If he had my dad the bounty hunter izle wanted to assault her, he could have done it while she was asleep. So she slipped off her blouse, stepped out of her skirt and slipped into the cool, welcoming waters of the pool.

The water seemed to wash away the dust of he camp and the memories of the men, and her spirits lightened, she felt her breasts bobbing in the water and blushed fully when she saw her new partner glancing at them shyly. She immersed herself under the water felt its caress and let the touch of the water absolve her of guilt.

When she broke the surface, he was there. Still smiling he was closer now. She reached around his neck and pulled him closer. She felt the surrender as his arms encircled her and clutched her close to him. And she felt the passion as his body reacted to her touch and he became stiff.

Ann led him out of the water and lay down of the grassy bank, shaded by the ferns. Slowly he lay down beside her and took some moss and gently dried her body. It was warmer now, and the sun was heating the air, but the moss dried her legs, her arms and her breasts. Gently, he followed each pat of the moss, with a soft and tender kiss, until her whole body was dry and he had kissed every part of her. She looked down at him, and saw him smile at her, as his lips slid down between her legs and his tongue parted the lips of her pussy. She felt the rough edge of his tongue glide in-between her lips and his finger slip in and out slowly between her lips. She squeezed her own nipples until they were hard, and soon his mouth enveloped each nipple in turn, softly circling each one, gently at fort then with playful bites.

Then, his mouth met hers, and they shared a long slow lingering kiss

She could feel his heart pounding, so she flipped him over and straddled his body. His cock bobbed free standing hard and proud. She caressed it like a flower, before gliding it gently into her moist pussy.

Oh! That felt good! He twitched with pleasure as she developed a slow rhythm working his cock deeper and deeper inside her. Ann fingered her own nipples, then clenched his hands to her own breasts to show him what to do. Ann arched her back with pleasure as she felt the passion rising within her. She lent backwards as far as she could so that his cock teased her clit as it slid in, felt that tingling as he thrust inside her.

In an instant he stood up and pushed her onto all fours, before kneeling behind her and sliding his throbbing cock into her moist pussy. He was rougher now, pumping away and she could feel his balls bang against her with each jolt of his cock. His breaths grew shorter and Ann felt her own excitement rising until suddenly she could not stand it any more and she felt wave after wave of joy race through here body like she had been connected to the mains electricity.

She moaned out loud and startled him, who had not yet come, so she knelt in front of him and gestured for him to stand up, before taking his cock in her lips, kissing the tip and teasing him before sliding the whole head into her mouth and sucking hard and wet on the glistening shaft.

He moaned as the hot wetness of her mouth brought him closer, until suddenly he withdrew and spurted a long arc of hot white cum into the cool green freshness of the ferns.

They collapsed together panting, breathless, hearts pounding, united in sexual ecstasy. He held her hand, still smiling at her, as she enjoyed the mellow moments wash over her.

What’s your name? She asked of her lover.

“Paul”

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I have a secret. This is a secret that drives me crazy at work. It’s a wonder that I make it through the day sometimes without losing it. You see I’m a closet bi-sexual, and the traffic of people at work every day is very busy. Men and women around walking past me leaving behind their scents lingering in the air. All shapes and sizes, teasing, inviting as I examine either the bulge in their pants or the bounce of their breasts. It can get quite cold at times in the office which usually results in the protruding of nipples getting me so hot that by the end of the day I’m soaked right through to my chair.

The pace of my job can get really slow leaving me with a great deal of time to fantasize. And my fantasies do get pretty wild. Now since I love to share here is a little sneak peek at what I think about on the job.

This fantasy involves C.J, the man I’m currently seeing, and what a package that is. He stands 6″3″ tall, 220 moon knight izle pounds and built like a brick house. He has bulging biceps, a washboard stomach and an ass you can bounce a dime off of. Now just to make things even more perfect, his member erect is a nice 8-1/2 inches long by 3 inches wide. This of course just great for a full penetrating fuck!

In my fantasy it is the day of his birthday and what a birthday surprise I have planned for him. It took two weeks of planning to make sure the guest list was just right and as well as timing. The day is here and all is perfect.

Just as C.J pulls in to the driveway, I’m adding the finishing touches to the table complete with candlelight. As he walks through the door I rush to greet him with a long passionate birthday kiss lightly brushing my hot body against him, ignoring the dismayed look on his face as he realizes all I have planned is a nice quiet dinner for two instead of a party.

After dinner is done I motion to C.J to the shower, teasing him that I do have better plans for the rest of the evening and we must get ready. Joining him in the shower, I leave the door unlocked to let the guests in while I prepare C.J for what I have in store for him.

In the shower, lathering up his body my hands gliding over mrs fletcher izle every muscle, over his arms and down to his athletically built legs, I pay special attention to the mass between his legs making sure his tight balls are well soaped up as I pull out my razor. C.J at first alarmed realizes what I intend to do and begins to grow with anticipation giving me access so that I could shave his balls clean.

Once done, I must complete the job with an inspection that would only be worthy by using my tongue. I playfully lap away at his bag teasingly running my tongue up and down his shaft then lightly kissing the tip as I run my fingertips along side his thighs. As I pull away to look over my beautiful handy work I can see C.J’s hard cock jumping with delight. I open my mouth wide allowing each jump to land on the tip of my tongue as he looks dead in my eyes. Just as he is ready to explode with all this teasing, I rise slowly kissing him pressing my body against him.

With my final inspection obviously complete, C.J kneels down in front of me softly kissing my hips preparing to return the favor and shave me smooth. Upon spreading my legs it becomes quite apparent how excited I am. He was immediately hit with the aroma of a sweet musky scent caused by my dripping wet pussy. murder in big horn izle C.J being no different than any other man, could not help but spread my lips apart exposing the moist pink flesh and dipping his tongue deep inside to take in as much of my juices as he possibly can in one single motion. As good as it felt I had to remind him that time was of the essence and that we had to hurry.

Of course he does the job with expert precision leaving the skin surrounding my beautiful lips bare, the whole time getting me hotter and hotter with ever stroke making that sweet musky smell that much more intense. As I did to C.J he did to me, inspecting his work in the same fashion. I can feel his hot breath on my cunt sending pulsating vibes throughout my body as his tongue licks the newly shaved area around my pussy sometimes poking through my lips making my already hard nipples very sensitive to the spray of the shower. To be sure he returns the favor I did him, he stops just short of me cumming all over his face, leaving my body trembling.

As he slowly gets to his feet, he makes certain not to miss licking, nibbling and sucking every inch of my body. When he gets to my very swollen tits, he cups them into his hands, squeezing them together to suck on both nipples at the same time. Lowering my head, I reach out with my tongue to meet his as we both enjoy my tits. Just then every muscle in my body start to tighten and C.J knows full well what is about to happen and he suddenly stops and steps out of the shower. Boy is he in for it now, but I smile, just wait till he sees what I have planned for him. This will be a birthday he will never forget!

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The alarm clock beside the bed read 11:57. Three minutes. He had time to check one last time, just to make sure, just to try to calm the anticipation racing through his body. His cock was already hard, throbbing beneath the sheet to the heavy beat of his heart.

He looked to his right. His wife was turned away from him, her breathing soft in the steady rhythm of sleep. Check.

His phone was in silent mode, the earphone cable stretching up to his head. Hands-free; she said it must be hands-free. It lay by his side, its cold plastic occasionally touching his buttock. Check.

He was naked. Check.

He turned and carefully switched off the bedside light, his fingers desperate not to make a noise. Apart from the dim light of the moon, he was in darkness. Check.

His arms lay stiffly at his sides, desperately resisting the urge hold his cock, to fold around the shaft, to milk its firmness. He rested his left hand on the phone, his finger poised, ready. Check.

He waited.

Surely three minutes had passed? She had said midnight. She had said that she wanted this as much as he did; that emails were not enough anymore; that they should try something new, something more dangerous. It had been her idea for him to be in his own bed, next to his wife. She had said that it would turn her on so much. But now, what if —

The phone vibrated against his thigh.

His whole body tensed, and he had to fight his shaking muscles for control. He swallowed. His finger shook. He pressed the answer button.

Hello, James. I hope that you are naked. I hope that you are in darkness. I hope that your wife is asleep next to you. If all these things are true, tap your phone, just once.

Her voice! He suddenly realised that it was the first time he had heard it. It was everything that he had dreamed: slow, sensual, a purr, like liquid sex; and lying just behind it, a hint of anxiety, anticipation. What had she said? Christ! Oh yes, tap the phone. His body trembled now, and he had to force his finger to respond as he wanted. He tapped his phone, just once.

That is wonderful, James. Let me tell you where I am. I am lying on my bed. I have left my light on. I want you to know that if you were here with me, you would be able to see everything. I am wearing a red, silk nightdress.

I am looking down at my body, at the rise and fall of my breasts, at my nipples pushing up against the silk, at the flat of my stomach and the tiny dip of my navel, at the smooth mound at the house of the dragon izle top of my thighs.

Can you see, James? My legs are together, but the silk dips down between them, pointing upwards, like an arrow.

Are you touching your cock, James? If you are, tap the phone, just once.

He was as if hypnotized, so wrapped in the vision of her body, that he had almost forgotten that his body was there too. Like an inattentive school boy caught out, he took his cock in his hand, felt the wetness of the pre-cum dripping from its tip. Smooth, like olive oil, like the velvet of her voice. He tapped his phone, just once.

That’s good, baby, but you’re not to cum, not until I do. I’m going put my finger in my mouth, as if it was your cock. I’m going to suck it, twirl my tongue around its head. Can you feel me fuck my mouth with your cock?

There was a moment’s silence, and then liquid sounds, the soft squishing sound of wetness. Using his thumb, he gathered his pre-cum and rubbed it slowly over the soft stretched skin of his cockhead, feeling as if it were her tongue caressing him, teasing him.

And suddenly he realised how close he was. He felt the tightening in his balls and that deep building sensation which he longed to give in to. It would only take a moment; the tight grip of his shaft, the urgent pumping of his hand up and down across sensitive skin of his hood; and then the squirting release of orgasm.

He stopped, squeezed the base of his penis hard, felt the urgency subside.

You came in my mouth, baby. I can taste you, salty, bitter, unique. I am spreading your cum on my lips, around my mouth. I want it to dry there, to smell you in the morning, to taste you when I lick my lips.

Oh God! The agony of pleasure. He never dreamed it would be like this. He longed to speak, but that was too dangerous.

I’m going to touch myself now, James. My hands are running down my neck and along the rise of my breasts. I’m feathering my fingers over the soft silk. Little sparks of electricity prick my skin. I love to run my fingers under the roundness of my breasts and up the valley in between. Can you feel them? Can you feel my firm breasts, my tits?

My nipples are on fire. I am gently brushing the silk across their tips, feeling the pleasure wash over me. Would you take them in your mouth, baby? Would you lick them, suck them, bite them?

A new sound had entered into her voice, beneath how i caught my killer izle its softness; a rasping sound of breath held back and released. He softened his grip and felt control return.

I’m running my hands down over my stomach, down over my mound. It feels so smooth against the silk. I have parted my thighs just enough to allow one hand to slide between them, to squeeze upwards, to cup my sex. I am pressing my finger against my lips, feeling them open beneath the silk, feeling my finger sinking between them.

Oh God… I am so wet, James. My cunt is so wet. I know what that word does to you. My cunt. Oh baby, tonight my cunt is going to be my gift to you. I want to give it to you, but not yet. We mustn’t cum yet.

Oh please, God!

Would you like me to undress now? Would you like to so see me naked, my thighs spread wide, the soft light glistening on my pussy lips? If you would, tap the phone, just once.

Drowning in her words, he began to stroke himself, softly, playing just two fingers and a thumb over the swollen head of his penis, teasing his foreskin backwards and forwards. Like a violinist, practised in his art, he used his fingers to control the waves of sensation, his hand hardly moving. He tapped, just once.

There was a pause, and then a faint rustling, and then breathing.

My legs are open wide now. I want to be a slut, your slut, James. I want to show you everything. I have two fingers either side of my slit and I am squeezing my lips against each other. I can feel my pussy juice bubbling between my fingers. My finger joints are squeezing against my clit, rolling it softly between them. I am thinking of your hard cock, of your tongue. …Oh fuck!… Lick me, baby, tease me with your tongue, taste me, smell me, smear your face with my wetness —

Suddenly, he felt movement next to him.

He froze.

His wife was moving, turning in the bed, facing him. The passion he felt changed to horror; fear gripped his stomach. Was she awake? Could she have heard the voice in his earphones across the moonlit quiet of the bedroom?

He lay as if stone, frightened to move, frightened to turn his head towards hers and meet the all too familiar contempt in her eyes. He had sudden visions of worlds collapsing around him. He became aware of the sweat on his body.

Why had he agreed to this? He should finish it now, turn off the phone.

And yet…

I’m teasing how we roll izle my clit, rubbing my finger in small, soft circles around it. James, it feels so good.

That siren voice.

I’ve never been this hot, baby, I’ve never wanted anything so much. I’m holding myself open for you. Can you imagine me? My fingers stretching my pussy lips open? The deep, red wetness of my cunt…

He turned his head slowly. He could just make out her eyes. They were shut.

…I am touching my asshole. It is slick with my wetness. I am circling the tiny hole with my finger, pushing against it. Push your finger into me, I need to feel your finger in my asshole… Oh, God!…

The rhythm of her breathing slowed. She slept.

…I need to cum. I need to come very soon. I need you to fuck me. Are you ready?

The voice was urgent. He could hear her fight to control her words.

He hesitated, and then tapped, just once.

My fingers are inside me now, two fingers sliding in and out. Listen.

The sound of fumbling, and then, wetness. The rhythmic squish and click of liquid echoing from somewhere deep, growing faster, louder.

As if it had never gone, his arousal returned, strengthened. He tensed his body. His fingers, which had never left his cock, began to play again.

This is my gift to you. Give me your cock. Fuck me, James, fuck me.

Her voice was erratic now. He felt the crescendo rising from his fingers, matching the rising pitch of her voice.

Cum with me… Fuck my cunt… Fuck my… Fuck…

As he came, he heard her scream. He felt his balls tighten and the exquisite sensation of his cum rising up through his cock and out in long throbbing streams, again and again and again. He felt the warm wetness of his sperm on his chest, his stomach, his fingers. He fought to control his movement, his breathing, biting his lip to force back his own cry.

And he listened to her breathing, hard at first, then slowing gradually into the small sighs of pleasure. He ran his fingers through his sperm, stretching it into long, elastic strands. He waited for her voice.

Oh, James, that was wonderful. I have never cum so hard. Was it just as good for you?

Tap, just once.

Good night, baby. Sleep well.

He brought the phone up to his mouth. “Goodnight,” he said; and then there was silence.

His wife stirred. “What did you say?” Her voice was slurred with sleep.

“I said ‘Goodnight’,” he said.

She paused. “But it’s the middle of the night!” she said at last.

“I know,” he said.

Her tired voice sounded annoyed. “What on earth is wrong with you these days? It’s the middle of the night, I’m asleep, and you say ‘goodnight’. You’ve never done that before. Just shut up and go to sleep.” She turned her back on him, her head sinking into the pillow.

“Just once,” he said softly.

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All that I really cared about was that the sun was out and the long winter finally appeared to have lifted. The day I met Karishma, women were the last thing on my mind for a change.

I’d looked forward to getting out on the bike for weeks, and I’d set the whole of Saturday aside to head off to my favorite ride. There was a work emergency overnight, so I was about an hour later leaving than I planned and after traffic delays I got to the trailhead much later than I wanted. Looking back, fate was being kind.

The forest preserve was quiet when I arrived. There were very few cars in the lot and I looked forward to a long tranquil ride as I unloaded my bike and pulled on my cycling shoes. When I’d checked that my water carrier was full and I had a couple of energy bars in my backpack, I made a final check on the bike, locked the car and started off towards the trail.

It was months since I’d ridden, but straight away it felt comfortable and good to be back on the bike. The fresh air was awesome after the Midwest winter and, although still damp, the trail was in good shape. The trees and brush passed quickly and I had to keep reminding myself to slow down and pace the ride as I wouldn’t be in peak condition. The sunlight warmed my back and there seemed no better place to be in the world.

I think I loved cycling so much because it was so different form my office-bound job as a computer network tech. I’d take a route through the woods over configuring a router any day. As always, I was wearing cycling shorts and a t-shirt, which I preferred to more traditional cycling tops. My day was going just fine, and about to get much better, even if that’s not what I thought when I nearly mowed her down.

I saw her bike just as I rounded a slightly downhill, blind corner. An instant later I saw her, kneeling at her front wheel with the rear wheel half-way across the narrow trail. Even with the sunshine the trail was damp in the shade and I pulled my brakes hard, slid slight sideways but somehow managed to avoid hitting anything as I made an ungainly stop. Now off the seat and with my feet on the ground, I turned to see what was going on.

“I’m so sorry.” she blurted. “I wasn’t expecting anyone to…”

“It’s okay.” I reassured with a smile. “Looks like you have a problem.”

She showed me that she had a puncture in her front tire, but I was looking at her stunning shoulder-length blonde hair, clear complexion and indigo blue eyes. Leaving her bike on the trail might’ve been a dumb thing, but it was her looks that struck me dumb.

“We can fix this.” I picked up her bike and propped it against a tree, off the trail. “I’ve got some tools and a kit.”

“Thank you so much.” she gushed. “I guess I’m under-prepared, but I so love it out here. I’m Karishma by the way.” She offered me her hand.

I shook her delicate hand and enjoyed the smile she flashed at me. “I’m Kamal, nice to meet you.” Much as I wanted to hold on and look into her face, I though it was better, and less psychopathic, that I got the tools and got started on repairing her bike.

Karishma was pretty, that was for sure. Her figure was lean and, while not buxom, very ladylike with a firm tummy and nicely rounded hips. Her blue shorts and green top were figure-hugging and very pleasing to my eye. She was a few inches shorter than my six feet and looked to be in her late twenties, around the same age as me. I set about fixing her puncture, wondering if my act of goodwill might pay dividends if I asked for her number. Yeah, I thought, I should be so lucky.

“I haven’t ridden up here in years. I really should’ve been better prepared, but it’s such nice day I just came on the spur of the moment.

I didn’t even check my bike before I came out.” Karishma’s voice sounded slightly nervous and as I worked I had a fleeting thought that she was one of those girls who just talked, even if there was nothing to say. “Do you ride up here a lot? That’s a nice bike you have. Can I help you there?”

“No sweat.” I had found the hole in the tube and was applying adhesive from my emergency kit. “Shouldn’t take long, this stuff sets quickly.”

I put the tube aside and sat back against a tree while it set for a few minutes. Karishma sat next to me, her shapely legs stretching out. It was impossible not to glance at her creamy calves, up to her muscled thighs and the gorgeous cleft created by her tight shorts. Helping Karishma was no hardship, even if it had interrupted my much anticipated ride.

She asked a little about me and I told her of my boring working life, currently uneventful social life and my love of the outdoors. She told me that she’d grown up close to here but had moved away for several years. Now she was back, having broken up with a long-term boyfriend and she was taking this ride down memory lane, “The first of many she intend to take.” she laughingly told me. “I must be getting old, thinking of the good old days already.”

“You don’t look old enough for that.” I mumbled killing county izle the compliment as I got up to see how her repair was coming along.

I refit the tube and tire, then inflated them and fixed the wheel back to her bike. If not quite as good as new, she was at least back on the road. “There you go.” I handed the bike back to her.

“Thank you so much.” She patted my upper arm with her hand. “I’m so lucky that you came by.” She probably was, not a single person had come by since I stopped.

I shook off her gratitude and returned to my practical nature. “I’ll ride the rest of the trail behind you if you want. I think the repair will hold, but if you do have another problem, at least I’ll be there.”

“Would you?” Her face lit up, and my heart skipped. “That would be awesome.”

“Let’s go…”

Karishma rode slower that I would’ve, but the view of her delectable bottom moving on the seat was well worth the extra time. She didn’t ride badly though and looked out of practice if anything. She slowed when we hit inclines and her bottom came out of the seat and gave me an even nicer show of her ass, but she never faltered and ploughed upwards relentlessly. Her hair wasn’t long enough to flow wildly in the draft our speed created, but as I watched the back of her head I enjoyed the sight of her blonde locks dancing and my imagination switched easily to running my fingers through her hair. At one point I was watching her too closely, didn’t see an upcoming pothole and crashed into it hard, only just staying on my bike.

We’d ridden about six miles and were still a few more from the end of the trail when she waved back at me to slow down and pull over. My first thought was that she needed a break, but I was wrong.

“Sorry to stop.” Her face, reddened from the ride, didn’t convey regret. “But I wanted to take a look down there. Do you mind? You can come with me if you like.”

I looked over the edge of the trail where she pointed, but I had no idea what she was talking about. I knew it was a valley and probably had a river at the bottom, but I’d never been down there. It seemed like I had nothing to lose though. “Sure.” I got off, loosened the shoulder straps of my backpack and stashed my bike off the trail, behind a few bushes.

Karishma hid her bike too, gave me a playful grin and led the way between the trees.

The way down to the river was steep and the path was overgrown. It would’ve been impossible to negotiate safely without hanging on to trees but I followed the positive steps of Karishma downwards. When we’d descended about thirty feet I could hear the rushing water and soon after that we hit a path that ran along the river’s edge.

“Okay?” Karishma asked.

“Sure.” I was still perplexed at why would be here?an overgrown path with a none-to-picturesque river next to us.

Karishma obviously sensed this and said, “We just have to go about a hundred yards up here. Don’t worry, it’ll be worth it. I promise.”

As we ploughed through the dense path, pushing back branches and sliding between bushes I wondered what could be worth this, but one look at Karishma and I was committed to following. My only clue to where we were headed was the increasing rush of water noise. “Nearly there.” she shouted back, with me still wondering if the undergrowth would ever clear.

It did. We walked up a small incline and, as though emerging through a curtain, we were confronted by the wonderful vista of a thirty-foot waterfall. Seemingly from the sky, the river came over the top of a ledge, plunged ten feet to a second ledge and then split into two twenty-foot streams that cascaded into a large pool. In the spring sunshine the scene was spectacular.

“Wow.” I took in my second glorious sight of the day. “I’d never have guessed this was here. I’ve never seen it on any maps of the trail. I wish I had my camera.”

“We can come back sometime, with your camera.” Karishma smiled, enjoying my reaction. “It’s not on trail maps, because we’re not on forest

preserve land anymore. This is private land, but no one ever comes here because it’s such a hike from the road. When we were kids snuck down here from the trail. It was a secret place.”

The area around the pool was negotiable, but was hardly a path. I took a few steps around, moving from the grass bank to the rocky river’s edge as required to progress. Karishma was sure-footed as she followed.

“Later in the summer the water gets warm enough to swim.” she called over the waterfall’s roar. “It was the most fun. Too cold for that today though.”

I looked at the water and easily imagined it was too cold to swim in, but the refreshing spray was nice in the sunshine. I noticed the rainbow the spray created as I looked up to the edge of the waterfall and smiled. What is it about rainbows that always make us smile? “This is beautiful.” I told her.

Karishma joined me on a large rock at the edge of kıyma izle the pool. “It hasn’t changed much.” she said wistfully. “Looks like no one comes here much anymore. I guess parents these days want to know where their kids are every second of the day, and don’t want them hanging out near water, so far from a hospital… or a minivan.” She laughed, and I knew what she meant.

As I continued to survey the scene, she was standing behind me and the sound of her voice was as sweet as her name as she continued her reverie. “We’d bring food and stay up here for hours. One time someone stole our bikes and we had to walk home. We found out the next day that it was one of our friends playing a trick on us. Next day we had to walk all the way back here, to where he hid them.”

I could hear the smile in her voice. “I fell in the water one day, when we didn’t have towels or swimwear. I jumped in from the ledge… but only once. Over there is where…”

Her voice trailed and I turned to see her face, slightly redder than before. “What?” I asked.

“Oh… nothing.” She coyly turned away.

I grinned. “You have to tell me now. You can’t leave me wondering.”

Karishma looked back and took a deeper breath. “This was where I… lost my virginity. Up there, in the clearing.” She pointed into the trees behind us.

I gave a small laugh, enjoying the change of topic and her slight discomfort. “You have to show me.” I said playfully.

Karishma rolled her eyes and started up the bank. We scrambled through a few branches and up about six feet to a clearing. It was no more than ten feet square, flat ground that was open to the sunshine and had a wonderful view through the branches to the water. The ground was covered with wild grass and the roar of the waterfall was dulled by the elevation and shrouding foliage.

I stood and looked at the area, nodding knowingly. Karishma screwed her face, seeing I was playing with her. It was a beautiful spot though, that was for sure. I swung my backpack off my shoulder and pulled out my water carrier. I offered it to Karishma. “You want some lunch?” I asked, dropping to the ground.

She took a drink and looked at me quizzically.

“Have one of these.” I offered an energy bar. It’s not much, but this is as good a place as any for a break.”

Karishma took the bar, sat next to me and tore open the wrapping with her teeth. We ate in silence, enjoying the surroundings. We shared the water and I was glad that she accepted my small gesture readily. It felt good that she was comfortable with me. When she’d finished eating she told me she was an elementary school teacher. She’d moved away after college to work in Texas and started a relationship with a fellow teacher but when that failed she’d got homesick and recently transferred back.

“This is quite the place to… loose your virginity.” I looked around me rather than at Karishma. “Must’ve been memorable.”

“Aren’t all such occasions?” she answered with a practiced air of non-committal. “Anyway, it was memorable, that’s for sure. And definitely not horrible. I guess I was lucky like that. Where did you lose yours?”

Her open question surprised me, but I was enjoying the conversation. “At my girlfriend’s house. Her parents were stuck in Houston or somewhere?bad weather. We were unexpectedly alone and made the best of it. It wasn’t planned, and was probably the better for that.”

“It was good then?” She giggled.

“It was about as good as it could’ve been I guess, with two novices.” I laughed. “You’re right though, it’s always memorable.”

“What do you remember most?”

I paused before answering, wondering how far to take my answer. As much as I was enjoying this, I didn’t want to ruin the moment. Karishma was smiling though, seemingly encouraging me. “Well, I mostly remember just how exciting the night was. It seemed like my whole body was wired and every moment was just zinging with excitement. I remember how we just kind of learned things together, did what was natural and tried to enjoy it. I think for the most part, we did. What about you?”

Karishma considered for a moment before speaking. “It was slightly different, as we’d planned it for a few days, but it was so exciting… the anticipation. It went pretty well, considering how inexperienced we were. It was in the evening, so we weren’t worried about anyone else coming.” She glanced at me, obviously weighing how far to go. “I guess I was surprised at how good it felt. I’d heard horror stories, but it felt good. He felt… just nice, you know?”

I nodded. I was feeling different now?talking like this with Karishma and knowing this was where she lost her virginity was arousing me. I squirmed, leaned over to my backpack so I could hide my hand as it pulled my erection up the front of my shorts, where it could reside more comfortably.

“Did anything surprise you?” she asked.

I was only slightly reluctant now and answered honestly. koala man izle “I was surprised… at how… wet she was. It was a wonderful discovery though, something I’ve never forgotten. I don’t know why that was such

a surprise, but it was just different to how I’d imagined.”

“I had the same thing.” Karishma almost laughed and sat up with renewed engagement. “Well, kind of… I couldn’t get over how hard he felt.” She giggled now. “I was so surprised. I could barely stop touching him.”

The vision of Karishma’s hand on her lover’s erection was incredible and I became very conscious of the throbbing in my shorts, and the obvious bulge it was creating.

“I was pretty much the same.” I cleared my throat and looked at Karishma’s face, making sure she wanted to continue with this. Her wide eyes encouraged me. “I touched her, just looking to run my finger along the outside… and she was so wet I slipped right in.”

Karishma laughed heartily. “Nice image. Tell me… do you mind if I ask… did you make her… climax?”

I nodded tentatively. “Well, she said I did at least. Not sure I knew for myself at the time.”

“Good boy.” She laughed again. “I like to hear about a man who knows how to share with a woman. Too many of us get short-changed there.”

I couldn’t imagine anyone ever short-changing Karishma, but I also knew some idiotic men. “Did you come here a lot after that?”

She looked around us and a slight sad hue took over her eyes. “No. It never worked out that we came here again, not for that anyway. Shame really.”

“It sure is.” I agreed. “You should come back sometime.”

“I have…” she said dreamily, “today.”

She turned to face me, her face now less assured but infinitely more sensual. “Thanks for sharing this with me.”

“My pleasure.” I almost gasped.

“Yes,” she glanced downwards, “I can see.”

As much as I’d enjoyed the visions our discussion created, I was embarrassed that she’d noticed my reaction. “I… er… sorry about that.”

“No, don’t be.” Karishma reassured. “It’s cool.” Her eyes went back down. “May I…”

She didn’t wait for my answer, leaned forward and reached out to rest her hand on my shorts. No longer needing to hide the bulge, I relaxed and opened my legs, allowing her hand to feel all of me. Running her hand up and down the outside of my shorts, she smiled as I sighed and enjoyed the firm touch. “This brings back memories.” she murmured as

she brought her other hand around so that both worked on me. “You feel very hard. That’s nice.”

The reality exploded in my mind. Karishma was massaging my cock and showing every sign that memories of her youth had stirred something in her that would benefit both of us in this beautiful setting. I lifted a hand and ran it down her side, feeling the curve of her breast and the material of her sports bra through her shirt.

She showed no signs of moving quickly. Her hands ran the length of my cock and down to my balls. She occasionally gripped me firmly through the material, pulling upwards when her fingers closed as far as they could. I opened my legs more and she immediately ran a hand down to the base of my balls. Karishma was now looking down at her handiwork, leaning over me with her back to my face. I reached down and tried to rub her ass cheeks but couldn’t reach. When she felt what I was trying to do she slipped closer and I eagerly started to knead her delectable rear.

It wasn’t long before my fingers reached far enough between her ass cheeks to run over her super-heated pussy. Her hands stopped moving on me for a few seconds as I found her and pressed through her shorts into her soft flesh.

I felt her cup my balls and run her fingers up me one last time, then she eased her thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and started to ease them down. My cock slapped down against my belly as she pulled the shorts away. The fresh air felt good, but the flesh of her fingers felt better as she started to stroke me.

“Ever since that day…” Karishma didn’t turn around, “I’ve love the feel of an erection in my hands. It never gets old.”

“That sounds, and feels, just fine for me.” I gasped, loving her touch.

“You can see if I measure up to your memories of your first time if you like.” she offered, thrusting her bottom closer.

I couldn’t get my hand down the back of her shorts, but they were short enough for me to pull the crotch aside and push my fingers inside. She was hot and soaking, definitely as wet as my first time. My fingers played in her folds and reveled in the slick velvet of her pussy. I slipped a finger inside her easily and pushed it in and out of her a few times.

With her hand holding my cock upright from the base, Karishma dropped her head and kissed the end of it. I felt her lips surround my tip and suck gently. Then her tongue darted out and licked all around the head. I slipped a second finger inside her moist hole as she closed her lips around me and slowly drew her mouth off me. I stretched my arm and pushed my fingers further into her, feeling her heat and allowing a light aroma of sex out into the springtime air. Karishma felt hot and sweet as I pushed in and out of her, gliding between her shorts and pussy lips. I heard her moan and pushed deep again.

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Ping! As the elevator arrived at the Political Science department, I took a deep breath and mentally prepared myself for the next few hours. It had been a long day and I was tired. Usually I looked forward to Thursdays, but my mood had not been helped by personal matters. As I stepped out of the elevator I mentally berated myself yet again for losing this extra time that could be done doing something else; but it didn’t stop a small shiver of excitement.

Nodding to a few professors, I quickly walked toward Professor Laurence McDowell’s office, where I received extra help for Topics in Ancient Political Theory. Turning my gaze, I felt the warm sun through the windows as I contemplated the Boston skyline. Once again I reminded myself why I was here. As I glanced up at the clock, I knew that I had arrived a little early and decided to mentally review what material I needed help with. However, I noticed my thoughts drifting the longer I pondered.

The material was interesting to me and the professor was an excellent teacher. However, my parents’ impending divorce, the advanced nature of the course, the load of my other classes, RAing, and my time spent working to support myself caused my grades to slip.

I was lucky Professor McDowell had noticed the less than spectacular papers and was more than willing to help. His enthusiasm for teaching and his students led me to choose Political Science as my major, as well as him for an advisor. He was well liked by students, and it wasn’t a surprise to see the same students take as many of his courses that they could, me included.

Once the professor understood my situation, he had been incredibly helpful. He had recommended alternate texts to read, people in the class who could help me, and offered weekly private office hours to go over the material along with any questions I had.

And it’s the private office hours that you really look forward to, said a small voice in the back of my mind. I shushed it, but had to agree. Grateful for the help, I was also secretly thrilled that I’d get to spend time with the professor without any interruptions.

Unlike some of his colleagues, McDowell was rather attractive. I had first become drawn to him when he had been a guest speaker in one of my lectures. He had been so confident and cheerful, speaking to the students, rather than at them. His blue eyes would sparkle and light up when he became particularly enthusiastic, and it was impossible not to be caught up with him. The professor’s hair often would fall into his eyes, and he’d push it back impatiently while speaking. When I began to recognize that habit of his, I thought it made him look like a dark and brooding romantic hero with no time to deal with trivialities like his hair.

When taking classes taught by him, I tried to dismiss my interest as a student crush on a teacher. It was to little avail. His attractiveness was not lost on other female students, nor the information that the professor was divorced. Sometimes it could be murderous trying to see him under normal circumstances, as many of them liked to see him just to “chat”.

You have him all to yourself now, said that same voice. I shook my head to clear it and knocked on the door to his office. After hearing “Come in!” I opened the door. Vivid blue eyes blinked at me over reading glasses; apparently I had interrupted something. He smiled when he saw I had entered.

“Emily!” he greeted me, rising. “Now I can procrastinate more in grading that never-ending pile of exams. I am eternally in your debt.” The skin around his eyes crinkled as he grinned, and I couldn’t help but smile at his boyish enthusiasm.

“I am glad I saved you from the tediousness,” I replied, playing along. “Now, if you were really in my debt, you’d give me an ‘A.’ How about it, Professor?”

“We-e-ll” he said, drawing out the word, “your arrival only delayed the inevitable. I’ll have to get to them eventually.” McDowell leaned forward conspiratorially and gave me a small smile. “How about…a ‘B’?”

I folded my arms and shook my head. “Come on! It’s not my fault someone procrastinated in grading them. ‘B+’ at least.”

“Or, you could do this the right way.” He nodded toward the chair in front of his desk. “If we don’t start, we’ll be here all night.” McDowell cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. “That would be scandalous!”

Yes it would, but it’d be fun… We chuckled, but I felt a little uneasy. I tried to hide my discomfort by sitting down and settling myself in. I wondered if he knew how many of his female students would just love to pull an all-nighter with him.

After a brief pause Professor McDowell sat down. He began to neaten his desk a bit, pushing the exams aside as he brought the books we needed into view. Realizing he had a considerable number of exams and other items to re-arrange, he looked up at me. “Just give me a moment to switch gears here.”

Take all the time you need, Professor. I magarsus izle watched him as he tried to organize himself as quickly as possible. My tired mind let my thoughts drift as I waited.

I often fantasized about what I could do when alone with the professor in his office. How we’d appear simply as a professor and his student to the rest of the world. How that pretense would be dropped as soon as it was just the two of us. I’d playfully remove his glasses, pull him to me by his tie and we’d share quiet, passionate kisses before leaving for a romantic dinner.

Other times I’d imagine being the naughty student being “punished” by him. Despite my protestations he would force me down, holding my wrists against my back. Using his weight and strength, he’d bent me over a desk, driving himself into me. I’d try to push him away, only to end up thrusting against him…

“There we go.” McDowell had finished organizing the desk and settled into his chair. He looked up at me and smiled. The professor relaxed as he stretched his arms up and cupped his hands behind his head, waiting for me to start. Unfortunately, it was his turn to wait as I was distracted by how nice the shirt looked on him. Not only did it bring out his eyes, it also showed off his muscular chest and shoulders. I briefly imagined what it’d be like to tear off that shirt and see what his bare chest looked like, running my hands down his warm skin…

His voice brought me back to reality. “Emily? Are you ready to start? Are there any burning questions that we should get out of the way?”

I inwardly sighed, knowing that I was here for a few hours of hard work and not a sexual dalliance. “Actually, I had a question about certain points in the discussion regarding Hobbes’ theory on the state of nature…”

Over the next few hours we went through the various political philosophers talked about during class. Eventually my brain had had enough and I was getting frustrated through sheer exhaustion.

McDowell sympathetically smiled at me over his reading glasses. “We’ve gone over a lot of stuff. I’m sure your brain is tired. Mine is. Let’s take a break.”

I stood and stretched, my eye catching the couch he had along the wall. Realizing it’d be much more comfortable than the chair; I took a few steps and threw myself on it, grateful for the cushioning. As I put my head back to relax my neck, I saw McDowell move to join me.

I felt the couch shift with his weight, and I moved closer to the edge to give him space. I didn’t think it was best to get too close to him, as the couch wasn’t very big. Sometimes I wondered if he knew how I, or how many of his female students felt about him. On occasion it seemed he wasn’t averse to playfully flirting back with me, but I knew it’d never go anywhere.

He imitated my position, resting the back of his head against the top of the couch. We sat there in silence for a few moments, until I heard the movement of the couch fabric. Turning my head, I was drawn into his blue eyes, only perhaps a foot away from my own.

“Emily, are you okay?” His question prompted a frown from me, as I wasn’t sure what had trigged it. The professor continued to gaze at my face, almost as if he was searching for something. “You seem to be tired, and I noticed your attention occasionally drifting both in class and here. Has something happened?”

I turned my head away from him, looking up. I did not really want to get into it. I spoke to his ceiling. “Yeah, I’m ok as can be.”

His head lifted from the couch, and out of the corner of my eye I could see him intently looking at me. Some of his hair had fallen onto his forehead, and I resisted the urge to tuck the strands back into place. “I don’t want to pry, or to make you uncomfortable. If…if you felt my comment about staying here all night was inappropriate, I’m sorry.”

Feeling embarrassed, I turned towards McDowell. It had been a joke. “No, it wasn’t you. I knew you were joking…it’s just all the other…stuff.” That was eloquent.

He edged a little closer, gently placing two fingers on my wrist. His skin felt warm against mine, and I felt an urge to snuggle up and rest my head against his shoulder. “I only want to help Emily. Please tell me what’s wrong.”

Exhaling, I explained that I received a phone call from home from my mom. “She seems to think I’m going to go into politics or something. She still can’t or won’t understand why I didn’t go into engineering or computer science. That’s where the good money is, according to Mom. And with that money comes security, like she doesn’t remember the dot com bust.

“I don’t know. I can’t make her understand that Political Science as a major will automatically make me an intern to some sleazy politician. She’s still hounding me to change my major. That it would mean I’d be graduating much later than planned doesn’t seem to register either.

“Then she goes on and on about manifest izle my brother. She’s trying to guilt trip me into doing what she wants so he won’t go off and become an architect or something. I mean really, it’s not like he’s planning to open a video game store or something. But no, he’s rebelling, and heaven forbid we children don’t do what our parents want us to do.

“She’s just mad about the divorce. Her marriage failed, so now she has to make sure we’re in “good” jobs so she can show the world that she didn’t fail in something. I don’t know. I just want her to leave me alone.” I stopped, saying what it was I really wanted her to do.

I sat there, breathing hard with my shoulders hunched. Sometimes I just wanted to hit something after talking to my mom. Hearing only silence, I turned to the professor, afraid I had offended or perhaps unnerved him. To my surprise, he had a grin on his face.

He spoke through his smile. “Actually, I’ve often felt jealous of politicians.”

I felt my brow furrow, completely taken aback by this turn of the conversation. “Why?”

His smile broadened. “Professors don’t get sleazy interns. Certainly we get the Teaching Assistants, but they’re not as fun. They’re busy working on their theses or dissertations or something.”

Despite it all, I couldn’t help but smile at his flippancy. Yet, as I looked into his eyes, I faltered. At first I thought the professor was trying to lighten the mood. Yet, whether by the inflection of his voice or the look in his eye, it seemed as though there was something more to his words. I gazed at him, unsure of what to say.

I decided to keep it playful as I opted to raise the stakes. I raised an eyebrow and winked. “Interns don’t have a monopoly on sleaze, you know.”

McDowell’s eyes widened for a moment. His chest expanded and I noted once again how nicely he filled his shirt as he inhaled and maintained a single breath. His eyes lowered for a few seconds, then he exhaled. “No, I suppose they don’t. But we were talking about your family situation, right?”

I stopped, preferring the teasing and even sexy direction the conversation had been taking. It was a lot more fun than thinking about how my parents were driving me crazy. I didn’t have to turn my head, as I did not want to see McDowell’s eyes watching me. He seemed to know that he had hit a touchy subject, and I thought I could detect sadness in his voice.

“I know it’s hard…” His voice came calmly to my ear. “But it’s not easy for your Mom either. She’s going to have to provide for herself now. You said that she stopped working before you were born, I believe?” I nodded, feeling comforted by the soothing tones of his voice. “And of course, being Asian, there’s always the cultural and academic pressure.”

I smiled and inclined my head towards him. I tried to find something to say that would make him smile. “Are you saying non-Asians don’t have the same pressures? You’re stereotyping…”

But McDowell wasn’t going to be diverted. “I didn’t say that and you know it.”

Momentarily hurt, I stared at the ceiling again. “Emily…I didn’t mean to sound so harsh. Divorce is not easy for anyone. Your parents have legitimate worries. Not only will they not have the security of marriage, they still have two children to make sure get their degrees and have a stable and secure income.”

“And marry me off,” I mumbled, adding yet another item to my list of gripes. I heard a sigh from my left, and felt chastised. “I didn’t mean to drag all this in here, Professor. I know it’s not easy and I know they only want what’s best for me, but…”

“But they’re your parents and they drive you nuts. Yes, I know.” McDowell always made me smile, and he didn’t fail here. He however, remained serious as he sighed.

“It’s not easy, having to worry about your kids’ tuition when going through a divorce. You know I’m divorced, right? Perhaps it might help if you hear it from a parent’s perspective?”

I was surprised by his willingness to share but agreed. McDowell had mentioned his divorce when I told him of my own circumstances originally, but had never gone into the details until now.

He took a deep breath and spoke in a quiet voice. “I met Michelle in grad school. I took the academic route, became a professor. I thought she was crazy when she wanted to do a joint degree, but she said she could earn more money with both a MBA and JD.” He smiled, a faraway look in his eyes.

“We thought we had it made. I’d teach, she’d work part-time once the kids came. We could live the American dream and have it all, the white picket fence, the 2-3 kids, dog, you name it.” McDowell, faltered his smile fading.

“I don’t know what happened really. We just let our careers get in the way, like so many other couples. We just drifted apart after Luke was born. It just seemed we couldn’t recapture what we had. I guess I thought having another manifesto of a serial killer izle child would help solidify the family, but it didn’t help. Not that either one of us regret Veronica.

“At first it wasn’t great for the kids, but I think they handled it a lot better than we did. Sometimes Luke tells us we worry too much, that we’re always asking how he and his sister are feeling. Michelle and I only want to make sure they know we’re there for them, no matter what. Parents forget how strong children are sometimes.”

He took a deep breath and paused, gathering his thoughts. I had not asked about his divorce before and sensed it had been something he didn’t really want to discuss. It was strange to hear him talk about it, yet comforting at the same time. Still, I said nothing and let him continue.

“But they adjusted well. Both are getting good grades and complain we worry about them too much. Michelle and I know we didn’t handle the situation well at first, but they’ve been wonderful. Luke’s really enjoying his football and Veronica has advanced yet another belt in kung fu. At this rate I’m going to be living with an NFL player and Mulan.” His voice faded away and I smiled at both his pride for his children and the cultural reference.

McDowell became somber. “I don’t feel like I spend enough time with them. I mean, I go to the games and the belt promotion ceremony things. Michelle is certainly willing to compromise and reschedule. But work has been so hard. It’s all research and reading and PhD dissertations and committee meetings. I thought things would be easier once I had tenure.”

I remained silent as waited for more. It seemed completely inappropriate to say anything. He didn’t and we sat there, lost in thought. I wasn’t sure whether to say something, or whether it’d even be appropriate to say anything. McDowell turned back to me. “I’m sorry! This is your confession time, not mine. We’re here to discuss you, not me. I didn’t mean to get side-tracked.”

I shook my head and frowned, trying to figure out what to say to make him feel better. “It’s okay Professor, really.”

Despite my reply, he moved closer so that our faces were just inches from each other. His eyes shined like a pair of topazes. “Are you sure? Is there anything else I can do? I know you’ve had a very hard time, Emily. You’re going to be thrown out into the adult world, to scratch a living for yourself. Granted, your parents really are not making things easier for you…” his drifted for a moment and it seemed he was trying to find his voice, or the appropriate words. “If you need anything Emily, you know you can always ask me. I’ve been there. I understand.”

I nodded. His hand felt strong and warm against my skin. I took a deep breath and tried not to stare into his eyes while trying to voice an adequate reply. “Thank you, Professor. You’ve already been a big help.”

This appeared to be the end of the conversation and I thought he’d move away. Yet it seemed there was some magnetic force there, keeping me inches from him. I was becoming very aware of his proximity and I knew I ought to leave, as I didn’t want to possibly embarrass myself. As I mustered my willpower I thought all I wanted to do at that moment was to sit there for the rest of the night.

Reluctantly I forced my head away, ready to depart. Suddenly his hand left my wrist and I could feel his arm coil around my waist, pulling me towards him. Before I could say anything, his other arm snaked around me and he pressed his lips to mine.

In my shock, I thought I was dreaming; but the feel of his lips kissing my own and his tongue exploring my mouth were both real. They weren’t tentative, exploratory kisses, it seemed as though he was trying to absorb as much of me as he could through the kiss. I breathed in his scent as I could feel my arms wrap themselves around his shoulders and neck, my fingers entangled in his hair. The moment seemed so unreal, but I didn’t let go. If it was a dream, I was going to hang onto it for as long as possible.

What are you doing?! As if by mutual psychic thought we sprang away from each other. I practically leaped off the couch as I backed away from him. McDowell rose as well, tentatively bouncing on of his feet. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to step closer or back away. From the looks of it, I don’t know if he knew himself.

I looked at him, breathless from the kiss, still unable to really think lucidly. We stared at each other, breathing hard. “I…” I started, wonderfully articulate. His eyes were so blue, I thought I’d drown in them. I couldn’t think of anything else to say, or of anything else, for that matter.

“Emily…” came his voice, filled with desire, fear, and desperation. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it…it was inappropriate.” McDowell backed away from me, eyes wide, palm wiping his mouth, as if to take away the taste of my kiss. “It’s…I think—go! I’m sorry. You should go.” He was babbling now, the reality hitting him.

I cautiously stepped closer to him, unable to decide what to do. What should I say? Should I say anything? My professor had just kissed me. Or did I kiss him? It was what I had always wanted. I was here of my own free will. This was a dream. No, I was really in his office. And he had kissed me.

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This is the second story in the Falling in Love with Savannah series. Enjoy!

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I think I’m starting to fall in love with Savannah. I know it seems odd to say, especially since I’m married. But there is something about Savannah that just makes me feel like a better person (again, this seems odd since I’m sort of cheating on my wife, but it’s true. FYI…I say sort of because it’s not like we’ve done anything physical – at least not yet).

Overall, I feel better about myself since that night. As a man. As a human. As a life in this thing we call earth. I feel like I’m living the life I always wanted. The life I always dreamt of. More importantly, I feel happy. Not because I got to jack off with Savannah via texting, but because I feel like I’m creating a new chapter in my life with someone I really care about – someone just like me.

I tried to handle the day after our sexting experience as if it were any other day. I woke up with the kids, got them ready and dropped them off at school. The wife went to work before I woke up, so that helped me try to avoid any possible vocal slip ups with her. I cleaned the house a bit, watched a movie, and read a book. Well, I tried to watch a movie and read a book. But it was extremely difficult to focus.

I kept thinking about Savannah and the previous night. At one point during the day, shortly before lunch, I actually touched myself again, thinking about the pictures Savannah sent the night before. As you would expect, prior to masturbating, I searched the internet for almost an hour trying to find a way to get the deleted images of Savannah back. I tried to get the pic of Savannah’s perfectly shaped breasts, ready for me to lightly lick. Or the pic of her beautiful smile, her perfect face, those green eyes. Damn those green eyes. The way they innocently looked at me, but with the naughtiest inner purpose.

It’s sad, I suppose, of the words I am writing now. Why, after all, do I not write these things about my wife’s face? Do I no longer see her as beautiful? Is it because we don’t have sex? Is that because she had our two wonderful children? It can’t be because of the kids; after all, we didn’t have much of a life sex before them. I don’t know, and I don’t really care. Not now. Not with Savannah in my life.

After masturbating, I thought about contacting Savannah. Either by text, voice, or even in real life. I didn’t really care how, I just wanted to be with her. For example, I dreamt about running away with her. Possibly renting a hotel on the beach. Spending a night on the balcony, with her in my lap as I sat on a chair. Running my fingers along her cheek, whispering those three wonderful words. Savannah softly nuzzling her face into my neck, lightly kissing it every few moments.

Of course, I masturbated again. Maybe I have a problem? I began to worry a bit. Do I masturbate too much? Is this normal? Well, of course, cheating isn’t normal, but falling in love is. Right? It’s not like I had sex with her. Or got her pregnant. Or fucked her at our house (damn, that kind of turns me on). Maybe I am in the wrong here…but I choose to listen to what the dick wants instead.

After masturbating a third time (yeah, I know it seems a lot, but it was in the course of about 2 hours), I ran about four miles and finished a set of 50 or so lunges. I took a shower, cleaned up, and decided to pick up the kids. The rest of the day pretty much went on as any normal day. No more masturbating for me that evening. I think three was my limit that day (though I didn’t stop thinking about Savannah).

I went to work the next day, no new thoughts were running through my mind as Savannah had the day off. But every now and then I would glance around to see if maybe she would just magically appear. At one point I wished that another co-worker would get sick or fall of a cliff or maybe die in a horrible traffic accident so that Savannah would get called in. The gods weren’t on my side, however, which, I suppose, is a good thing. But before I left, I checked the new schedule for the next week. A ray from the clouds above seemed to shine on the paper I was holding. Savannah and I had three shifts together during the maternal izle next week. Tomorrow would be the first time I would see her since the night we kissed. I felt like a giddy school child, the same feeling I had when I wrote a love poem to Theresa in Sixth Grade (though, unfortunately, she didn’t feel the same way about me).

When I went to bed that evening, it took me hours to fall asleep. I tried everything: I counted sheep, I watched a boring Adam Sandler movie (I suppose you could just assume I watched any one of his movies), and I tried reading the original Count of Monte Cristo on my Kindle (hey, it was free). Nothing worked. I couldn’t stop thinking about seeing Savannah at work when I woke up. What would happen? Would she pretend I didn’t exist? Would she feel guilty because I’m married and completely shut down? Or, hopefully, would we embrace one another? Admit we love each other and hug, kiss, move in together? My mind didn’t make any sense after a few hours and I finally fell asleep.

The next day, I woke up prepared to make it the best day that I could. The wife watched the kids while I got ready for work and, after giving a quick goodbye wave to the wife (she wasn’t a fan of hugs or kisses) and a kiss or two to the kids, I went to what seemed to be my second life at work.

When I show up at work, I immediately notice Savannah standing in the computer section. She is talking to a customer, selling what looks like the newest iMac. Her hands are moving all over the place and her face – as radiant as ever – shines with a permanent glow as she explains the computer’s specifications. I can’t hear her from so far away, but I know the full routine and I stand silently watching her lips move apart and come together. I think about putting my tongue back in her mouth. Our spit swapping from mouth to mouth as our tongues dance in circles. Suddenly, a hand taps me on my shoulder. It’s my supervisor; I guess I was in some sort of daze.

I put my things in my locker and go to work. I help a kid find the newest Skylander game and help an older woman find Grand Theft Auto 5 for her 8 year old (I listen to her go on and on about how kids are so horrible these days, playing violent games like these. I wanted to tell her to just not buy the game, but didn’t want her to angry at me thinking I was calling her stupid – which I would be by the way).

A few moments later, Savannah walked up to me. She startled me when she came up to me and gave me a hug. I didn’t know what that meant. I mean, are we together? Or was it just a fling? What was this thing between us? She seemed to read my mind this time, standing in her white capris and her blue work shirt, she put her pinky finger up to her lips as if she was a naughty girl. I smiled and did the same thing. She laughed, a real laugh out loud sort of laugh. I said hi. She said hi. We both stood there like two grade school kids falling in love for the first time. My supervisor interrupted us and asked me to help him move some of the new PS4s down to the display level. As we turned away, Savannah kissed the air while looking intently at me. I, once again, smiled in return.

The rest of the day was pretty busy so we didn’t talk much. A new game just came out and everyone had to have it. But, like what usually happens, the ten copies we had sold out right away. So, I spent most of my time looking on the computer seeing if other stores had it (which, by the way, one can look up from his or her home). I was talking to a customer when Savannah’s shift ended. I noticed Savannah try to say by to me – her hand high in the air waiving as she jumped up and down. I laughed and the customer asked me what was so funny. Answering that question was very awkward.

I drove home, went through the nightly routine, and when night approached, laid down and read a book (in my own room, my wife and I have been sleeping in separate rooms for several years now). But, similar to the previous day, I couldn’t stop thinking about Savannah. Just to let you know (and remind you), my whole fascination with her wasn’t purely sexual – really, I mean it. After all, this is the girl I have working with for method izle almost 3 months and whom I had lunch with every time we worked together. We would talk about computers, movies, and video games (all three subjects my wife had absolutely no knowledge or interest about – she barely could even fake interest when we tried to talk about those topics).

But with Savannah, we seemed to have an intra personal connection. We both seemed to know what the other was thinking without even saying it. A few times we laughed because we knew exactly what sarcastic response the other would have. This is the same girl who talked to me for thirty minutes after work a few weeks ago about what would happen if a zombie invasion really did happen. Would we become infected? Or would we survive? Due to her ability to talk herself out of any situation – and due to her beautiful looks – I absolutely knew she would survive (though what zombie wouldn’t want to take a bite out of her sexy little body?) We both actually worried more about the human response to such an invasion rather than the zombies themselves. I was in deep like, maybe even love, with Savannah, within moments of first speaking with her. My god, she even had a Ron Paul sticker on her car!

I was about to shut my eyes and go to sleep when I received a text.

Savannah: :0P

After noticing the bright light of my phone, I immediately picked it up and responded.

Me: :0O

Savannah: lol.

About half a minute passed.

Savannah: Are u touching yourself again?

Damn. Just come right out and say it. What if my wife had been around?

Me: Not yet…

Me: :0)

Yeah, I just took it to the next level. I guess any morality issues are gone at this point.

Savannah: lol.

Savannah: I was about to.

Savannah: I think I need help.

Me: What can I do?

Savannah: Tell me why u like me.

Me: Ok.

I took a few seconds to conjure up a few important reasons.

Me: You’re funny.

Me: Smart.

Me: Helpful.

Me: Understanding.

Me: Patient.

Me: Kind.

Me: Respectful.

Savannah: What about sexy?

I smiled.

Me: Just a little bit.

Me: jk.

Savannah: lol

See, my wife here would have gotten upset and defensive. But, Savannah, she had fun with it. I suppose I should add that as an additional reason.

Savannah: What else?

Me: A great kisser!

Savannah: It helps when the person I kiss is just as good.

Me: It was amazing wasn’t it?

Savannah: Best ever.

A few seconds passed and a pic appeared on the phone’s screen. It was a close-up pic of Savannah’s mouth. I could see her lips pressed together, but her tongue seemed like it wanted release. I could see the tip of her tongue slightly protruding from her moist lips. It was so sexy. Savannah was so sexy. I thought about kissing the phone but then thought that is something a pervert would do, so I decided against it.

Savannah: Where is my kiss?

Savannah: U know how this works…

I took a quick picture of my lips. Trying to make it sexy but failing miserably. I sent it anyway;

I mean, she is right, isn’t she?

Savannah: lol.

Savannah: So cute.

Savannah: I want more!!

I sent another pic, this time with my tongue out. I looked silly, but what the hell, she said I was cute. I’ll take that over nothing at all any day.

Savannah: I want a real kiss from u.

Me: I can’t leave. Lol.

Savannah: U have FaceTime right?

Me: Um, what is that?

Savannah: Oh, you are married!

Me: Lol.

A few seconds passed and a call or something appeared on my phone. I answered it and immediately noticed Savannah’s angelic face. Her sexy green eyes, and those supple lips. How I longed for her tongue in my mouth!

Savannah: Hey.

The speaker’s volume was all the way up so her voice was amplified in the quiet night. Shit! I quickly turned the volume down, and put the phone down under the covers. I waited about a minute and listened for any steps of children or of my wife. milf manor izle I heard nothing except for my heartbeat pumping violently under the covers. I whispered to Savannah, reminding her that I’m home. She smiled, laughing the whole incident off. She told me to put headphones on, that I would want to hear her voice.

I smiled, imagining the endless potentials of what could happen. I grabbed my headphones and plugged them in. I whispered softly, telling her that I couldn’t talk or I would wake my family up. She told me I wouldn’t have to talk, that she would do all the talking for me.

The camera moved and a black screen appeared. It sounded as if she was taking her clothes off. My theory proved right when the screen showed her small but perky breasts. They seemed to curve upwards, her nipples stood up as if they were excited to see me.

My penis responded by jerking up a bit. Slanting up the right side of my leg, my dick began to enlarge, stretching the fabric of my boxers. I looked towards the door, worried that someone would enter the room. After a few seconds, I removed my boxers and threw them on the floor. No, keep those close by hunny, she said, you will need them very soon. I moved over, reaching down to pick my boxers from off the floor. My cock was as its apex, and it jammed hard into the bed as I stretched downwards. I put the boxers on the nightstand, close by as Savannah demanded.

The camera was still aimed towards her breasts. I wanted to flick them so bad. As always, she read my mind and told me to imagine kissing her breasts. Kissing her hard nipples. Lightly moving my tongue up and down, left and right. Flicking the tip of her exposed breasts up and down, left and right. Just like I did when my tongue was in her mouth. My dick was so hard at this point. I felt pre-cum on my shaft when I reached towards it. I began to rub my penis up and down when Savannah told me not yet. That it would be my turn soon. She said it was her turn first.

I saw her hand move towards her right nipple. The tip of her pointer finger gracefully circled her nipple. Her breaths became deeper, heavier. Every now and then a soft moan would erupt from between her lips. It was a high pitch, soft but sexy as can be.

At this point, my dick was hurting. It pained to be touched. I slowly reached down to grab it, when her face appeared on the camera. I told you not yet, she said with a stern look with her two slightly wet fingers moving side by side. She looked mean, yet peaceful at the same time. She looked as if she wanted to help me become satisfied, but just wanted me to wait a few more minutes. I sighed, but then became excited as the camera moved down to her vagina. She pulled the white bed cover off her sexy semi-tanned body and she seemed to lean the camera on something (maybe a pillow) with it pointing towards her warm pussy.

In the background I could see her low tummy, soft hill-like breasts, and gorgeous smile. Her tongue was moving in and out of her mouth, licking her lips, as she moaned quietly. Her manicured fingers lightly touched her clitoris. Two fingers moved in circles, slowly at first but then picking up pace. Her breaths became deeper and heavier. Her moans louder and sexier. I felt my pre cum hit my pelvic area. My dick was ready to be pleased. Like a prisoner, it was begging to be released.

As if she knew, she said almost baby as she moved her fingers faster and faster. Her moans got louder and louder. She began to scream so loud, I had to turn the volume down. Now, she said, cum with me. I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed my cock with my right hand while holding the phone in my left. I looked at her pussy as I moved my hand up and down. I began to move my hand up and down as quickly as Savannah was moving her fingers on her clitoris. She began to scream like she was getting fucked by some guy with a 12 inch cock. Now, baby cum with me, she exclaimed just as I exploded on my sheets. Her breathing seemed to slow down, her fingers moving from her clit to her vagina. Three of her fingers entered inside her pussy as my cum continued to trickle down my right hand.

I shook my head, thinking that I was dumb for not using my boxers. She noticed and said it would be alright. Let’s just live in the moment, she said, let’s pretend we are together holding each other. It was a perfect answer to a perfect night. She gave me a kiss on the screen and I kissed her in return. It was my first virtual kiss. A moment I would never forget.

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