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We’re sitting at home watching TV and the shows are boring. I ask if you would rather watch a movie instead and you say yes. A smile crosses your face as you go over to the shelf, pull out a movie and stick it in the VCR. Instead of seeing the latest Hollywood movie, a picture of two naked bodies spring upon the screen and I realize that you are feeling especially horny tonight. The movie has no plot, just a lot of sex. I look over towards you as you sit down close to me and rest your hand on my thigh and your head on my shoulder and I catch that same smile again. After the movie has been on for a while, I notice your hand sliding up your leg to your pussy to rub your hard clit. Your other hand reaches over to slide up my thigh to caress my hardening cock. I look at your face, but you are still focused on the movie and the sex. After a while, you look over, turn off the movie and proceeds to jump on top of me, kissing me with growing lust. I return the favor, my tongue dueling with yours, my hands traveling all over your body and feeling your growing excitement. Your hands reach under my shirt to feel my chest and to pull my shirt over my head. I feel extraordinary izle your lips and teeth teasing my skin and nipples, making them hard and making my body twitch. At the same time, I’m pulling your clothes off and running my tongue along your neck to your ears to tease them with my teeth, making you moan softly. I then move down to your breasts and squeeze and tease them, feeling you try to force them harder into my hands. I lightly pinch and pull your nipples till they are hard and sticking out into the air. I feel my belt being loosened and my pants pulled down around my knees as you dive for my cock. Your tongue lightly runs around the head and down the shaft. Suddenly, your mouth engulfs my dick all the way to my balls, making me gasp with pleasure. Up and down your head moves, sliding all over my shaft and even down to my balls, your tongue always moving. After what seems like eternity, I feel my shaft grow even larger and then explode into your mouth, my cum flowing like a river down your throat. I feel my body relaxing onto the floor.

When I recover, you’re looking at me with that little smirk on forecasting love and weather izle your face and I decide that it’s time for some payback. I remove the rest of your clothes and proceed to tease you like you’ve never been before. You feel my lips and tongue everywhere, from your lips to your hips, from your neck to your thighs and beyond. As soon as you get used to my lips in one spot, I suddenly move to another, keeping you off-balance and increasing your pleasure. I then latch onto your breasts and nipples, feeling your body arch from the couch. I continue the torture, feeling your body start to begin its climb to climax. Just as you’re reaching the peak, I back off and start to move down towards your pussy. By this time, you’re begging for release and trying to catch my head in your hands but I pull away. Then I slide down and ease a finger into you, feeling your walls grip my finger and suck it in deeper. I add another finger, widening you out, feeling you buck against my fingers and hearing your moans of desire. Knowing your time is close, I suddenly latch onto your hard clit with freeridge izle my mouth, sucking it and flicking it with my tongue. You let out a scream that could be heard in the next town as you cum like you never have before. Then I move my fingers and trip your G-spot, making you scream again and drowning in your juices as they flow from your pussy. After a while, you push my head away and collapse on the couch.

We just sit there, holding each other close and lightly touching each other. After a while, we feel our passion growing again and I roll over on top of you. I take the head of my cock and run it along the lips of your pussy, just teasing you again. Then I slowly ease my way inside of you, feeling you open up to all of me. Then I reach the end as I feel my balls hit against your ass and I start to pull out to start over again. I get into a rhythm, in and out, in and out, feeling you move with me. After that, I pull out and roll you over to your hands and knees so I can enter you from behind. I slide my way in, reaching around to squeeze your tits and pinch your nipples. I feel you arch your back against me and then I slide my hands to your hips to hold them as I slam into you. We move like this for what seems like ages, till I feel you tense up and scream out your climax. At the same time, I let out a scream of my own and empty myself into you, feeling your walls squeeze every drop out of me. We then hold each other close, kissing gently and fall asleep in each other’s arms.

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My name is Darren, and I have an interesting story to tell you. It all happened one night when I decided to drop by the local club for the old relaxation combo of wine women and song (mostly the second one, hopefully). I got a few appreciative looks from the ladies in my usual black button-down shirt and lucky blue jeans, and likewise several short skirts and tight tops drew my eye on the dance floor.

Then I saw her. The slits up the sides of her light blue dress showed a generous view of her crossed legs, and was open to leave most of her back bare from the hem at her waist to the string at the back of her neck holding the front up. The way the front of the dress flowed down her body showed a bit of cleavage, as well as a nice glimpse at the side of her breast. Her brunette hair was done up in a way that gave it a cascading look with a few strands falling in front of her face (something I’ve always found quite sexy). The dress also had detached sleeves that ran from the middle of her upper arms down to her hands, kind of like gloves but leaving her fingers uncovered.

When I see a beautiful lady like that sitting alone, especially one idly circling the rim of her glass with a fingertip while staring into it with a sad smile, I feel compelled to see if I can help brighten up her evening. I couldn’t help but smirk at the sound of a good slow song starting as I approached her. Maybe on some subconscious level I knew something special was in the works tonight.

“Hey there beautiful,” I said as I casually leaned an elbow on the bar beside her. “Care for a dance?”

There was a flash of something in her eyes (anger, frustration, who knows) that quickly faded as they met mine and we recognized each other. “Darren?”

“Colleen?” I chuckled nervously, realizing I’d been ogling and propositioning a girl whom I knew to have a boyfriend. She looked good all the time anyway, but tonight she was absolutely beautiful. I’d never seen her dress up like this before, which made me idly wonder what the special occasion was. “Sorry, I didn’t-“

“Yes,” she said with a slight waver in her voice. “I’d love to dance.”

Taken or not, when a lady makes a request like that I can’t refuse. Unsure of her intentions and trying to keep mine chivalrous I initially just rested my hands on her hips with a bit of air between us, but when her arms went around my shoulders and she pulled herself close to me I gave in and held her.

She closed her eyes and rested her head on my shoulder, nuzzling gently at my neck. I gently stroked the small of her back, momentarily distracted by the soft warmth of her skin under my hands. She seemed to be in need of comforting, and I was happy to oblige.

I confess to having fantasized about Colleen on more than a few occasions, but thus far I had managed to be a gentleman and not interfere in her relationship. They had always seemed to get along well. And yet here she was in my arms, holding on to me like I was shelter from some terrible storm, causing my curiosity to rise. The feel of her lithe form in my arms and her soft breasts pressed against my chest was making something else rise too.

I took a deep breath to try to clear my head, knowing she’d soon feel what I was thinking through that thin dress, and tried to focus on more important things. Between her scent and her bared neck it was all I could do not to press my lips to her skin while whispering by her ear. “Is everything alright?”

Her arms tightened a bit around me as she murmured her reply softly against my shoulder. “Yes… no… I don’t know…” The tone of her voice plus the feel of a tear sliding down her cheek onto my shoulder got my undivided attention, causing me to ponder doing some unpleasant things to whoever was responsible for making this lovely lady cry. “Adam left.”

Well that explained why he wasn’t here with her.

“With someone else,” she added.

Ouch.

“I’m sorry…” It was the only thing I could think of to say. Holding her close seemed the right thing to do, so I did.

She tried real hard not to cry as her head lifted off my shoulder and she looked into my eyes. One stubborn tear escaped and I reached up to wipe it away, my other hand at the small of her back. She smiled that sad smile again and closed her eyes briefly, nuzzling against my palm as we drew closer. It does things to a man when she smiles like that. You just want to hold her and take her away from all her troubles.

The song (and indeed the rest of the room besides us, for that matter) seemed to fade away. I stroked my thumb comfortingly against her cheek as it colored with a slight blush, and I almost thought I heard her purr softly. She leaned in closer, lips just slightly parted. All I could hear was my heartbeat in my ears, and her body pressed so tightly to mine let me feel hers.

Her body was so warm, practically burning against my hands as they stroked from the small of her back to the back of her neck. Her fingers slipped around the back of my neck as her leg rose and curled around me. emily in paris izle My hand somehow found its way to her thigh. I could clearly feel her stiff nipples against my chest through our clothes, and I knew my erection had to be quite prominent pressing between her legs by now. The brief touch of her lips against mine was like clouds brushing against each other.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I became aware of two things. One, that the song had apparently ended some time ago and there were more than a few people watching us on the verge of making out on the dance floor. Second, there was the nagging worry that I was taking advantage of Colleen in her vulnerability after such a recent (not to mention abrupt) break-up.

Pulling my lips away from hers was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but it seemed like the right thing to do. Just the same I couldn’t resist nuzzling her cheek to cheek just to stay close to her a little while longer. “Sorry,” she whispered. “I don’t know what came over me.” I let her leg down but her arms stayed snugly around me, her fingers moving through my hair. “I guess I just needed… I mean…”

I felt her cheek get hotter against mine. Her breath was a bit ragged as she moved back a bit to arm’s length, her hands on my shoulders and my hands on her hips. Our eyes met and it was all I could do not to pull her to me again and kiss her. I gave her my best comforting smile. “Don’t worry about it. It happens.”

She smiled back, and I was glad to see it wasn’t quite so sad of a smile anymore. “I should probably get going.” I could tell she was mulling something over in her mind, and it occurred to me that Adam was probably supposed to be her transportation.

“Come on, I’ll take you home.” Had I been thinking more clearly at the time I would have noticed how forward that sounded, but to be honest I was more focused on trying to help a lady in need. Honest.

She took my arm as we headed for the exit. Seeing the snow coming down pretty hard outside I took my jacket from its hook by the door and set it around her shoulders. She smiled and huddled closer to me as we walked towards my car, where I opened the door for her. I got quite a view from above, but managed not to let my eyes linger too long.

We were quiet for a long while as I drove. Every so often my gaze would stray as she crossed or uncrossed her legs or the material of her dress shifted just right around her breasts, but for the most part I managed to keep my eyes on the road.

Once the heater got going she shrugged the jacket off and sat with her arms crossed under her breasts. Occasionally she reached up to brush an errant strand of hair away from her eyes. “Sorry about… back there.” One of her fingertips began to stroke up and down her neck as she spoke, gazing out the windshield with a distant look in her eyes.

“My skin is really sensitive, and getting up close to someone, especially with a lot of skin contact involved…” Her eyes closed as her wandering finger slipped down along her cleavage. It was a good thing traffic was light at this time of night. “It tends to make me really…”

She paused, blushing as she regained her senses and began to fumble her hands in her lap. “Amorous?” I finished, figuring it to be a diplomatic way to describe it.

She nodded and smiled demurely at me. “Amorous.” She took a deep breath and settled back in her seat. “Sometimes I’d let… him… spend the night,” she began. From the weighty pause it was obvious who ‘he’ was. “Like a gentleman he’d sleep out on the couch instead of joining me in my bed. But every now and then I’d get in an… amorous mood.” She smirked a bit at that. “I’d go out and curl up next to him, and he’d put his arms around me and just hold me.” She absently rubbed at her arms, crossing and uncrossing her legs again as she chuckled softly. “Sorry, you probably don’t want to hear about all that.”

I smiled and tried to keep my eyes on the road instead of on the way the position of her arms made her cleavage a bit more prominent. “Nah it’s alright. Talking is good. Helps you sort things out. Ah, looks like we’re here.”

I went around to open her door, mustering all of my willpower to not look down the front of her dress. Almost as if fate was conspiring against me in my battle against temptation, I caught the barest glimpse of soft white lace between her legs as she stepped out of the car.

I quickly regained my focus as she slipped on a patch of ice. In an instant our arms were around each other and once again I was stunned by her beauty. She didn’t even seem to notice the snowflakes landing softly on her skin. I half expected her growing warmth to melt the snow around us.

The cold air seemed to make her nipples even harder as she pressed against me. Her hands, landing on my chest at first, seemed to be moving as if on their own up to my shoulders as she looked up into my eyes. Her lips parted slightly, almost begging to be kissed, and the feel of her body brushing erşan kuneri izle up mine as she began to get her balance made me even harder.

Fighting to regain my composure I helped her find her feet and reluctantly walked her to her door. She held tightly on to my arm, perhaps not entirely just for physical support. We stood on that doorstep for what seemed like quite awhile, my hands on her hips and hers on my shoulders. It could have been seconds, it could have been hours. “Thank you,” she said. “For everything.” Her kiss on my cheek seemed even warmer in contrast to the cool night air.

This was the junction. Whether I stayed or left, something would be different between Colleen and I after tonight. I was stuck between not wanting her to think I was taking advantage of her and just wanting to hold her tight, damn the consequences.

“The snow is getting pretty deep,” she said softly. “It’d be dangerous for you to drive home in this weather.” She paused as she considered her words. We both knew there may be consequences, but we couldn’t help ourselves. “Would you like to… spend the night?”

“Sounds like a good idea,” I said with a smile. At the time it may have seemed like a somewhat foolish idea, but when a lady makes a request like that I can’t refuse.

It wasn’t the first time I’d been inside her apartment, though it was the first time I’d be staying there overnight. “I’m gonna go freshen up,” she said with a smile over her shoulder. “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable.

I settled onto the couch and took off my shoes while she headed into the bathroom, washing her face from the sound of it. As I idly took in my surroundings and tried to collect my thoughts fate conspired against me yet again, this time in the form of the door being slightly ajar.

Her back was to me as she slipped the detached sleeves off and then undid her hair, running her fingers through it as she let it tumble down freely. Next she opened the small clasp at the back of her neck, shivering a bit as she smoothed the dress down off her body. There was barely anything to her panties, a skimpy white lace thong affair. As she bent to slip them off my mind wandered to a brief mental image of me coming up behind her to cup her breasts in my hands and kiss her passionately. Her breasts bounced just a bit as she took a step towards the robe hanging nearby, and I caught a more generous glimpse of them as she slipped it on.

As she turned to exit the bathroom it occurred to me what I was doing and I glanced around to try to find something else to stare at, shifting a bit to try to make my erection less obvious. I was probably slightly unsuccessful, as I caught her eyes flicking briefly to my lap as she came out. Likewise she probably noticed my eyes traveling up her body, as the hem of the robe came up rather high the front opened quite low.

Our eyes met as she stood at the side of the couch. Right about then I made a deal with myself. To keep my conscience clear I wouldn’t press on, but by the same token if she came to me I wouldn’t hold back. She seemed to be thinking something similar. After another long pause, she walked behind the couch towards her room. “Good night,” I said.

“Good night,” she replied. “Sweet dreams.” Once she closed the door to her room I sighed, feeling like quite a yutz. I shrugged out of my shirt (for some reason I can’t sleep with a shirt on, don’t ask me why) and laid down on my side, eventually dozing off.

Some time later I felt something warm and soft nestled next to me in what I at first thought was a surprisingly realistic dream. As I opened my eyes and verified that I was quite awake I looked down to find Colleen lying next to me, fast asleep.

She had cradled her head on my shoulder and snuggled her body closely against mine, causing my pulse to quicken. Her warmth and softness felt quite nice, especially her supple breasts pressed to my chest and her hand resting casually on my shoulder.

In all likelihood she was just so used to curling up with Adam here that half-asleep instinct sent her here. Old habits die hard I suppose, especially when one is semi-conscious. Logically speaking I probably should have woken her up, but she looked too peaceful. Mostly peaceful, anyway. She let out a soft whimper and a bit of moisture formed at the corner of her eye.

Moving carefully so as not to wake her I touched my fingertip to her cheek and wiped away the tear, which made her smile just a little in her sleep. Alas, it faded as soon as my hand moved away. I resolved that the best way to keep her smiling was to take her in my arms and hold her close, and proceeded to do so.

She responded quickly to the touch of my hand on her hip, entwining her leg with mine and curling her arm around my shoulders to nuzzle closer into my neck with a soft purr. Her scent and her touch were intoxicating, and the brush of her thigh against my lap was making me rather horny as well. Feeling her nipples begin to stiffen as she rubbed against me was everyone else burns izle making it hard to think straight.

Eventually she seemed to be content with how tightly she was coiled around me and smiled contentedly. I couldn’t resist gently stroking the small of her back as I savored the moment. Every contour of her body against mine, every soft breath she took, every beat of her heart. I’m not sure how long we laid there like that, but I know I relished every second.

A soft whimper from her caused me to stiffen, worried that she might awaken and leave for her own bed. Instead she nuzzled sleepily at my neck and began to slowly glide her hand in little patterns on my chest. Her leg was moving again too, continuing to harden me. A slight shift of her body against mine pulled her robe open just enough for me to get a rather nice view within.

I don’t know how long I was peeking, but my attention was soon drawn to her hand as it moved to my shoulder and down my arm. Her lips moved slightly against my neck, almost seeming to be trying to say something in her sleep. With a soft murmur she suddenly shifted to lie on her back, her hand finding mine and holding it on her midriff while her other hand fell to rest on her chest just below her neck. Another purr escaped her lips as her fingertips made little movements against her skin, all still in a deep sleep. Whatever she was dreaming about must have been a lot of fun.

Her cheeks colored and her lips parted as her idle hand slowly made its way down her neck and settled in her cleavage while her other hand enclosed mine a bit more tightly. Her thigh shifted a bit against my erection, continuing to tease it to further stiffness while I watched her hand slip inside her robe. I found myself enthralled as a soft moan floated from her parted lips while she gently squeezed her breast.

Unsure of what to do I simply continued to watch as her breathing quickened, her head falling to the side as her fingertips stroked her nipple under her robe. She even arched a bit as she pinched it. Meanwhile, her other hand moved back up my arm to affectionately stroke my chest again. She wasn’t kidding about getting amorous with physical contact; her arousal seemed to burn even hotter as she touched me, judging by the way she brushed her robe open.

Her breasts were nice and firm, just the right size and shape, and her nipples looked quite stiff. My erection was uncomfortably large by now from the grand view, not to mention the added stimulation of her hand moving down my body and cupping against my lap. Her other hand pulled weakly at mine (still asleep through all this, amazingly enough) and I let her move it upwards. I watched in astonishment as she smoothed my hand up her body and pressed it gently to her breast. I had never dreamed I’d be allowed to cup her lovely breast, and here she was practically offering it to me.

I was so aroused at this point that I could barely think straight. Objections to fondling a girl in her sleep were crumbling quickly under the encouragement of her hand over mine on her breast and her other hand squeezing my hard shaft through my jeans. She turned her head to nuzzle gently against my shoulder and purred softly from the slight friction of my palm against her hard nipple.

In-between the moans and murmurs it almost sounded like she was trying to say something in her sleep. “D… da….” Despite how much I enjoyed watching her blush and sigh blissfully with each little movement of my hand on her breast, I couldn’t help but worry a bit. Was she saying “don’t”? The last thing I wanted was to take advantage of her. But my fears were assuaged when she squeezed my hand tightly against her breast, her nipple trapped between my fingers, and quite clearly moaned what she wanted to say: “Darren…”

She was dreaming about me? That was all the encouragement I needed. At first I pondered waking her up to continue in a more conscious manner, but then I got a better idea. Making sure not to press too hard I began to slowly stroke circles around the edge of her nipple with my fingertip. She cooed softly and arched just a little against my touch.

Experimentally I did the same for her other nipple, then gave it a gentle pinch. She tossed her head slowly from side to side and let out a ragged breath in response. My fingertips brushed up between her breasts and along her neck, causing her to purr softly and nuzzle my palm. I then explored down, running my fingers slowly from her chin all the way down to her navel, drawing a soft giggle and some murmured words of encouragement.

Her supple body was a pleasure to touch, and seemed to get hotter with arousal the more I touched her. Driven by strong arousal (and more than a bit of curiosity at how far I could take this without waking her) I leaned in and tapped a gentle kiss on her nipple. Hearing her mewl with pleasure I gave the other the same treatment.

I shifted around a bit so as to better position myself to reach both her breasts, smiling as she squirmed and tossed her head from side to side while I teased the tips of her nipples all about with my fingertips. Adding my tongue at her neck rewarded me with her blissful whimper followed by her moaning my name again. By this point her eager hand had begun to slip inside my jeans, and her fingertips were brushing the base of my shaft.

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I called Nora and told her I had to cancel our date because my old classic car had broken down again. When I told her I was staying home to work on her, she surprised me by asking if she could help. She said she had grown up watching and sometimes helping her older brothers work on their hot rods and she loved getting dirty.

So here we were under my ’56 Chevy instead of at the lake with a picnic basket. I told her it was a heck of a second date and that I never would have guessed she would end up under my car before she ended up under me. She teased me back by telling me my Chevy was better looking than me and I retorted by saying the car was in better shape as well.

“I tell you Nora, with that extra large man’s shirt and those jeans rolled up high plus that cute little pony tail of yours you remind me of Sandra Dee.”

“Well thank you sir I surly will take that as a compliment; you know I saw all the Tammy movies. It’s just when I got up this morning I got to thinking back on all those Saturdays duran izle when I was a young teen and this was pretty much how I dressed. My brothers always hollered at me for wearing their shirts but I don’t think they really cared. So tell me what are we doing today?”

I told her I was pretty sure I’d lost a freeze plug but I’d know better once I got under the car. As for Nora, she knew what a freeze plug was and asked me if it was front or back. My answer was for us to climb under and check it out. It was the rear plug and the only way I could get to it way to drop the trany thus turning a five minute job into a whole afternoon.

When we stopped for lunch Nora got the picnic basket she had prepared for us and instead of under the shade of an old oak, we ate under the shade of my garage. I got us a couple of beers while she spread our lunch out on an old blanket I had. We feasted on cold fried chicken and homemade potato salad as we drank our beer. Although we had both cleaned eli roth presents my possessed pet izle up enough to eat, we were still covered in grease, and Nora had the cutest little smudge on the end of her nose. I teased her about it and when she swiped at it and missed, I volunteered to get it and I leaned over with a napkin. When I looked close to make sure I got it all she just turned her head up enough for her lips to meet mine. The kiss so incongruous and innocent yet to me was a burning ember that lit a passion that had lain dormant before.

I refused to break the kiss first and when she did, she looked at me with questions in her eyes.

“Nora I know we hardly know each other and it’s way too early to discuss the future but by just being with you today I’d have to count it as one of the best days of my life.”

“Come on Robb you’re just trying to get in my pants,” she kidded as she pushed me back with her hands.

“No, elite izle well yes but that’s not what I’m talking about. It’s about you having fun, getting dirty and I can tell you’re actually enjoying today as I am. Sure I want to tear you clothes off and ravish your body but it’s more than that, its being with you that I enjoy.”

I think she saw the honesty in my face as she thanked me. We went on to finish our lunch and then back under my old clunker.

I told her I was glad she was there to help connect my transmission back as it was so much easier with two people, even if one was a girl. The last remark got me a grease mark across my cheek. We finished around four and my old Chevy was good to go but we weren’t as we both were covered in grease. We used Goop to clean up and then I offered her a shower and a clean pair of my sweats to wear. When she finished her shower, I took mine as she worked on her hair.

I told her that now we were both clean and I actually had a car that ran again we could go do something. She grinned at me and said there was something she had always wanted to do since she was a teenager. I asked her what and she said,

“Well technically this is now our third date and I’ve always wanted to make love in the backseat of a ’56 Chevy.”

I took her hand and led her back to the garage.

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I’ve always loved art, but this wasn’t an interest shared by my wife. First a little about me. I’m a former athlete in my younger years, an avid sports fan, and have been a runner and have worked out all my life. I’ve often been told I look 10 years younger than my 55 years. I’ve always wanted to spend a day at the Art Museum enjoying the art. After having my wife refuse to go once again, I finally decided to go alone. The longer we’ve been married, the less we do together, including sex. I had resigned myself to my appointment with my hands in my morning shower. I still have a strong sex drive that needs frequent relief.

The day started with my mandatory six mile run. I always feel more alive after a good run. I showered and dressed in slim fit jeans and a tailored polo. I was proud of my body and liked how tailored fitting clothes showed it off. I grabbed a cup of coffee for the drive, kissed my wife on the cheek and was on my way.

I paid the hefty entry fee and was given a museum magazine, which included a floor plan of the exhibits on entering. I walked the various displays, enjoying the wide range of styles and subject matter. I was about half way through when I noticed a coffee shop with courtyard seating. It was a beautiful sunny day, so I decided to have a cop of coffee and enjoy the sun.

I sat at at an outside table and started looking through the museum magazine. I looked up and noticed a very distinguished gentleman sitting alone several tables over. I guessed he was probably in his mid sixties. He had salt and pepper hair cut in a traditional business cut, and a neatly trimmed mustasche. I must have looked at him too long as I noticed he was staring back at me. I looked away, and then looked back and he was still looking at me. He smiled and nodded and I returned the smile and resumed looking at the magazine. I felt a presence, looked up, and he was standing, towering over me. He had to be at least six inches taller than me.

“Good morning! It’s such a beautiful morning. It would be a shame to spend it alone. May I join you?”

He was very tall, slim, nicely dressed and a handsome man. He had startled me. Before I could think, I answered “please do, have a seat, I’m Don.”

Victor introduced himself and was a wonderful conversationalist, quickly putting me at ease. Soon we were talking like old friends. He was semi retired and had lost his wife to cancer two years earlier. I found him easy to talk to and was glad he had introduced himself. When he spoke he would stare into my eyes, not looking away. Normally a man looking at me so intently would make me uncomfortable, but his blue eyes were so comforting, we continued holding each others gaze. It reminded me of how I would look at a woman that I was flirting with. I realized that I was confused, feeling an attraction to him, but sure there was nothing to it. We finished our coffee and began to walk through the museum.

He was very knowledgeable, explaining many of the works as we walked through the greek revival section. We came to a replica of the statute of David. He stopped in front of it and commented “What a beautiful representation of the male body. I can’t walk past it without pausing to admire it.” He walked around the statute and continued “he is so perfectly muscled, and what a beautiful ass. Don’t you think so?”

I was confused by his comments as they seemed to be broader than being art appreciation. Was he making a sexual observation? Or a sexual overture to me? I wasn’t sure what to say, so I responded “yes, I see men in the gym working hard to achieve such a beautiful result.”

“And you look like you are one of them. You have quite a nice body yourself.”

I caught myself blushing, and we continued to walk. The conversation returned to art, which I was thankful for. I was getting the urge to piss as the coffee was running through me. I saw a restroom and explained I needed to go. He said he could also use some relief and we entered. There were two urinals and two stalls. I walked up to a urinal and opened my slim fitting jeans, as it was too hard to get my cock out through the zipper opening. I pulled my cock out of my high rise briefs and with my hands on my hips I started pissing. He was at the urinal next to me and I heard him start to piss, also.

I sensed that he was looking at me. Being taller, he could easily see my cock. I don’t know why, but I noticed my cock was starting to get hard. I looked up at him. He was looking down at my cock, then looked up and our eyes met. He then intentionally looked back at my cock, and then disney gallery star wars the book of boba fett izle back at me and smiled. He then looked down at his cock. My gaze followed his and I was looking at his cock, which he was slowly stroking to erection. It had to be an inch longer than my six and a half inches, and a little bit fatter. I was mesmerized. I had seen many cocks over the years in locker rooms, but I had never seen a man stoke his cock or seen an erect cock, except in the movies.

He commented “You have a nice cock. Do you like what you see?” He turned facing me and reached for my cock. I pushed his hand away. Our eyes met and he smiled and held my gaze.

“Victor, I’m sorry, but I’m not gay.”

He continued to stare into my eyes and smile. I continued to search his eyes, without looking away, when I felt him gently grab my cock and start to stroke it. I didn’t stop him this time. His hand felt warm on my cock that was now hard as a rock. He grabbed my hand and pulled it to his cock and I was touching another man’s cock for the first time in my life. It was like mine but different. It felt nice in my hand. I don’t know why, but I started stroking it like he was stroking mine. We continued to stroke and stare into each others eyes, when he leaned over and took my cock in his mouth and too briefly sucked on it. It felt amazing, but he stopped and stood up.

“This is not the place for this, I live nearby. Why don’t you come over for a cup of coffee? And if you like, we can finish what we have started.”

I didn’t answer, and continued to look at his cock as he put it back in his pants and zipped up. I quickly put my cock away and followed him out. As we were exiting the museum he gave me his phone number and address and told me to follow him. He was driving a brand new Jag convertible. I followed in my Jeep Wrangler.

My mind was racing as I followed Victor. What was I doing? His mouth felt amazing, but it was more than that. In over 30 years of marriage my wife had never let me put my cock in her mouth. She said that was perverted. I never could understand what could be so bad about giving a blowjob, but had learned to live without it. And now this handsome, masculine man wanted to suck my cock. What else did he want to do? Would he expect me to reciprocate? What would I do? Would I like it?

We were driving in an exclusive neighborhood of large homes. He pulled in a driveway and pulled around back and parked. I parked next to him and got out, impressed with the house, which was more like an estate. We walked around his lap pool and entered through french doors into a large family room.

Victor spoke, “would you like the cup of coffee first, or would you like something stronger?”

“I would love a drink to calm my nerves. Do you have scotch?”

He fixed us drinks and led me back to his bedroom. My scotch was empty by the time we got there. He took my empty glass and put it down on the bedside table.

“Let’s get out of our clothes and get comfortable.” We stripped and he pulled the covers back. I stood there and took in his body. He was in surprisingly good shape for a man his age, and his nice cock was already hard.

He stood in front of me and put his arms around me and moved in to kiss me. I turned my head to the side. He backed off, grabbed my shoulders and looked into my eyes.

“Victor, I’m sorry. I’ve never been with a man before.”

“You are here, and you have an impressive hard on. I think you want to be here. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do, and can stop at any time should you want to.”

He leaned in to kiss me again. This time I closed my eyes and welcomed his kiss. He gently kissed my lips several times and then pushed his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues began to dance together as he pushed his tongue in deeper, dominating mine. I began to suck on his tongue, something I had never done before but felt compelled to do. His whiskers rubbing on my face was a new, erotic feeling. Even though my eyes were closed, there was no mistaking that I was being kissed by a man. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly, returning his kiss with a new level of raw passion that I had never felt before. I continued to suck on his tongue and knew that I did want to be here, that what I wanted was to suck his cock, experience sex with a man.

Continuing to kiss, we moved to the bed and we lay down with him on top of me. This was so different, being disney intertwined izle on the bottom and with the weight of a man on me. He started humping me and grinding his cock on mine. He was the aggressor, in charge and taking the lead. This was uncomfortable for me, a typical alpha male, so I rolled us over, still continuing our kiss. I whispered in his ear “I’ve never sucked a cock before, and I want to suck yours.”

I moved down and grabbed his cock and started stroking it and looking at it up close. I had never seen a cock so close, and so hard! I tentatively licked around the head and then licked from the base up to the head. It felt good on my tongue. There was only a very mild, pleasant taste, unlike the strong smell and taste of a woman. I took it in my mouth and moved down it’s length, taking it into the depth of my mouth. I was amazed at how easy, and fun this was. Why my wife always refused was a mystery.

I was really getting into it when Victor said “Stop! easy with your teeth!” He pulled me back up and gave me a quick kiss. “I love your enthusiasm, but you need to take it slower and keep your teeth out of the way. Let me show you.”

He moved down, kissing my nipples and licking my belly button. He then engulfed my cock into his hot, wet mouth and sucked the entire length, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. He licked down to my balls and gently licked and sucked on them while continuing to stroke me. Having my balls sucked was a wonderful new experience, but I wanted him on my cock. I needed to cum. “Victor, please suck my cock. I need to cum!”

Instead, he moved up and kissed me deeply as he humped me. “Not yet, I want you to suck me like I was sucking you,” and pushed me down towards his manhood.

I kissed and gently sucked on his hairy chest and kissed my way down his hairy stomach. It was so erotic, so different than a smooth, soft, hairless woman. I grabbed his cock and took it into my mouth and slowly sucked it in, careful to keep my teeth off it and moved up and down it’s length. After going up and down the full length with my mouth for several minutes, I grabbed the base and pumped the shaft as I focused on sucking the head and using my tongue to massage it. I tasted his pre-cum leaking out and loved the taste. I continued, wondering what it would feel like to have him cum in my mouth. And I wanted him to cum in my mouth. It struck me that I had no apprehension about it.

“Oh yes, Don, this feels fabulous. Don’t stop, I’m getting close.” I felt his body start to shake and he stiffened, lifting his ass off the bed as he started streaming cum into my eager mouth.

The taste was pleasantly distinctive. My first load of cum. I continued to suck and swallow, slowing my pace. The thrill of making him cum, bringing him pleasure, made me feel proud. But it was over too soon, leaving me wanting more, yes, wanting more cum. I wanted to savor the taste, the texture, but I was so busy sucking and swallowing. I felt a new closeness to Victor. This was a new and different feeling, and I liked it.

I moved up and kissed him, pushing my tongue into his mouth, french kissing him. He rolled us over so that he was on top and said, “Don, you sure are a quick study. That was a great blowjob, better than many that I have had. With some practice, I’m sure you will become an even better cock sucker.”

I wasn’t offended by him calling me a cock sucker. I actually liked it. “Victor, there is nothing I would like better than to practice on your cock, as often as you would like me to.”

He kissed his way down my body and soon had my cock deep in his mouth. It had stayed rock hard while I sucked him, but now I didn’t want to cum too quickly. I wanted to enjoy his masterful cock sucking skills, paying close attention to his techniques for my next time, and I knew there would be a next time. He moved down and licked and sucked my balls, continuing to slowly stroke my cock with one hand and lifted my leg towards my chest with his other hand. He moved lower, licking down to my asshole. I raised my other leg giving him better access. I had never even thought about my ass in a sexual way, but this new experience felt fabulous. I felt vulnerable, like I had never felt before, but knew I was his and wanted to fully experience being with him. I loved it as he probed my hole with his tongue. He continued to push his tongue in and out, and licking around the opening. He stopped and spit on my hole and his tongue was replaced by a finger as he took my cock back into his mouth. dünyayala benim aramda izle His finger was massaging my prostate in unison with his sucking my cock. The double stimulation was amazing. I began to shudder uncontrollably as I felt a massive orgasm building. He increased the pressure and pace with his finger and his mouth. It was like nothing I had ever felt before as I erupted in his mouth.

I put my feet down on the bed as he softly licked my cock clean. Staying between my legs, he moved up on top of me and kissed me. I hugged him tightly and wrapped my legs around his waist. Having the weight of a man on top of me was so different than my petite wife. His hairy chest on mine was so exciting. He had his cock under me and I felt him start to hump me as we kissed, rubbing his cock up and down my ass crack. A sense of fear came over me. Did he plan to fuck me?

As he slowly humped me, he whispered in my ear, “Did you enjoy my blowjob? Did you like my fingering your ass?”

“That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. It was amazing!”

“I thought so. I knew the minute I saw you that I had to have you, and I’m sure you are going to love giving yourself totally to me. You have such a beautiful ass.”

He reached over and grabbed some lube and put some on his cock and in my ass. He started kissing me again and I felt him put the head of his cock against my asshole and start to push it gently. It was painful, even though he was going slow. I soon felt his pubic hair on my ass and knew he was fully in. He stopped and held it there, letting me get used to having his cock buried in me. We were one. He leaned in and kissed me. As he continued to kiss me, he began to slowly withdraw his cock most of the way out, then pushed it back in. I focused on it rubbing my prostate as it moved in and out. The pain was being replaced with pleasure. He lifted up so he was on his hands as he looked down at me. Our eyes met. I put my hands on his arms, holding him as he continued to fuck me.

I thought of all the times I had looked down at my wife while I fucked her, and now I was the one being fucked. I was consumed with the desire to please Victor, and remembered how hot it was when my wife would move in unison with me as I fucked her. I started moving my pelvis to meet each of his thrusts. A silly thought entered my mind. I remembered in my youth, that when I would be fucking a chick on a first date, they would often state that they were not a whore and asked if I would respect them afterwards. I continued to meet each thrust as his cock sent waves of pleasure through my body. I looked down and watched his stomach muscles contracting with each movement. The pleasure was amazing and I felt an orgasm starting to grow. I grabbed my cock and started stroking it as we continued to fuck faster and faster. He was pounding my ass and I was driven over the edge and started shooting cum all over my chest and stomach. My orgasm created spasms in my ass that I had never noticed before. Victor groaned and pushed his cock in deep and held it there as I felt it pulsing and throbbing as he was shooting his cum deep in me. He collapsed on my chest and I hugged him and kissed him on his neck. I still had my legs around his waist and using my feet on his ass, held him in so that he couldn’t pull out. I shuddered again, still trying to catch my breath.

“Victor, my mind is spinning. You are amazing. I’ve never felt so fulfilled. What does this mean? what comes next? I don’t want this to end. What do I tell my wife? Do I tell her anything? Am I gay?”

I felt his cock slipping out of my ass as it softened. “Don, relax. We just had some amazing sex. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. It was better than I imagined, and I had high expectations. You are so hot and your tight ass was fabulous. I’m already looking forward to making love to you again. We can make whatever we want out of it. I know I want to have you again. I was always told by my wife that if I want sex that I had to wine and dine her first. It looks like I got things out of order this time. Let’s get a shower and then I’ll buy you dinner.”

He got up and headed to the shower and I followed, feeling giddy, wanting to be close to him. It hit me that it was getting late and I needed to call my wife and let her know I’d be late. I grabbed my phone and called her, motioning to Victor to shhh. She answered as Victor started stroking my cock. I tried to push him away, but he leaned in and took my cock in his mouth and started sucking. I did my best to stay calm and tell her how much I’d enjoyed the museum and that I met a nice man and we were going to dinner. I was starting to breathe hard from the great blowjob I was getting. She asked if I was OK, that I sounded odd. I assured her I was fine and ended the call.

“Victor, are you trying to get me in trouble? Let’s shower and go to dinner. I don’t want to be too late.”

———To be continued————-

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Chapter 3

“He’s up?” I was pretty surprised because it was two in the morning on a Wed. Most people are in bed about then.

Dan just laughed. “Yeah Jay works 3rd shift, and loves to sleep during the day.”

“Yeah but it’s Wednesday.” I protested

“Jay works a rotating schedule I’m never really sure what days he’s working and what days he’s not.”

I just nodded. As we walked up to the house I was trying to take everything in. The yard was unkempt the orange tree in the front yard had seen better days and there was a dining room table and chairs in the car port. The house really didn’t seem like it belonged in this neighborhood. All the houses around it were gorgeous. Dave let himself in and I followed. I was really beginning to regret this.

The inside of the house was as different from the outside as possible. Most single guy’s have neon beer signs and posters of girls on their walls. This place had pictures on every conceivable wall. And they were good pictures. Pictures of Chicago, Phoenix, and all kinds of Fantasy stuff. The furniture was gorgeous, not the kind of junk guy’s normally pick up at all. Sitting at the computer was a really big guy. He turned around spotted me and stood up. He was really big.

“Hi Jay,” Dave waved as he spoke.

Jay waved back “Morning Dave. Bringing home a stray kitten?”

Dave just laughed “Yeah she needs a place to stay, do you mind?”

Jay quirked an eyebrow and Dave introduced me. I was really surprised when he gave me a hug rather than shake my hand.

“Ok” Jay looked thoughtful. “You can keep your stray kitten but you have to clean up after her.”

Dan just grinned and nodded. “Ok Meraina let’s get your stuff.”

Jay helped us unload and I was quickly ensconced in Dave’s room. Which I might add in contrast to the rest of the house was a complete mess.

As we stood there resting after brining all the stuff in Jay asked if he needed a penny.

Dan smiled and said yes. Jay laughed reached into his back pocket and tossed Dave a strip of condom’s.

“Have fun kids, I’ll be back at 6” And Jay was gone.

“What did he mean about the penny?” I asked

“Oh that’s our way of telling one another if we have a girl over. We put a penny on that clip outside the front door.”

“Oh, and you think you’re getting laid tonight?”

Dave’s smile was infectious. “Yea.” And he leaned yenibosna escort over and started kissing my neck. Dave was pretty good I’ll give him that. As he left these slow kisses over my neck he began turning me so I was facing away from him. His lips never quite leaving my body. He reached down and began to pull my shirt up as his tongue slid between his lips to caress the top of my back. As the shirt came up he stopped kissing me just long enough to slip it over my head. And then his lips began to slide down my spine with soft slow wet kisses. His hands worked their way down my arms and caressed my back as I let him slowly start to excite me. One of the better parts about dating older guy’s is the foreplay. Most younger guy’s believe foreplay is synonymous with blow job. Older guy’s take the time to get you excited as well. Knowing that the sex will be all that much better.

Dave’s hands slid around my waistband and caressed my belly as his lips found a spot at the base of my spine. I had never had a guy tongue me the way Dave was. I didn’t know how much I was into this until my jeans hit the floor. I turned slowly and was surprised to see Dave still fully dressed. Now I’ve never worn underwear. I’m kind of like a carpenters dream. Flat on both sides and kind of small. So I’ve never really felt the need for underwear. So it was kind of surprising to be naked in front of a fully dressed man. Dave noticed my surprise and began to kneel in front of me. His mouth leaving a trail down my body. I was really starting to get into this. As Dave’s mouth got to my bush I really began to want to see Dave’s body. So I reached out and pulled his shirt over his head.

I didn’t get a chance to look at Dave, because as soon as I pulled his shirt off his tongue licked the outside of my pussy. All I can say is this guy had practice. I felt him lift me off my feet and place me on the bed his mouth never leaving my body. As I lay down on the sheets his mouth moved from my lips tracing a line down my body to bury itself in my bush. Now I’ve never had a guy do that. I’ve let my bush grow out so my last few boyfriends had something to play with. Dave though he was different. His tongue mowed through that and mad a series of sensual strokes between my legs. He began caressing me with one hand and leaned up to whisper in my ear.

“I’m kind of kinked Meraina, are zeytinburnu escort you.”

I loved this, I’ve known I’ve been kinked since I was twelve. “Yes!” I whispered. “Green, yellow, red?”

Dan just kind of whuffed as his mouth played with my neck. “Safe sane and consenual, works for me.”

I felt first one arm and then the other being pulled over my head, and I was kind of surprised that he was moving so quickly. In no time he had me tied spread eagle on the bed. All my secrets open to his inspection.

Dave wasted no time leaning down and burying his nose into me. His tongue darted out and began to do the most interesting things. I couldn’t quite make out what he was doing so I finally asked.

Dave kind of lifted up and grinned at me. “The first technique I ever learned was licking the alphabet. I’m up to G.” And down he went again. It was getting to be maddening, now that I new what he was doing I could actually trace the letters as he licked them. My arms so wanted to move, I wanted to crush his face into me. But the ropes held me fast. About the time he hit Q I was really getting desperate. I began to wiggle trying to drive his tongue deeper but Dave would not be swayed. He finished the alphabet and then buried his nose into me. His tongue ramrod straight he began to move around my clit sending these tremendous tickles over me. I don’t think I‘ve ever been as well probed. It felt like my skin was on fire I ached so much for his touch.

Dave leaned back and I screamed at him not to stop. But he was definitely in charge here. He grinned at me and patted my pussy and walked out the door. Oh the agony I fought against the ropes then trying to get free so I could reach down and make myself cum. But Dave’s knot’s held fast. It felt like an hour before he came back through the door. He was holding a glass of water. He pulled a chair up to the edge of the bed and sat down. Calmly watching me struggle. He sipped at the water as I began to beg him to fuck me.

“Are you nice and wet?” he asked.

“Please Dave I’m very wet please I need you in me.” I begged

Dave leaned over and almost callously drove his finger all the way into my pussy. I thought I was going to explode it felt so good. As my body began to respond he worked his finger back and forth. I tried to squeeze my legs together but still his ropes mecidiyeköy escort held me.

I thought he was amused by this but I really couldn’t tell. I was kind of involved.

“NO!” I shouted. As I began to reach the brink of orgasm he gently stopped playing with my pussy. He would lightly stroke it every few heartbeats. I just couldn’t manage to cum. I really began to beg and he just smiled and sipped that Damn water while he kept me on the edge. We stayed like this for an eternity, I actually lost any sense of time or space so great was my need. I begged pleaded cajoled and promised anything and everything if he’d just let me cum.

At last Dave stood up and removed his pants. As far gone in my need as I was, I was still surprised at Dave’s dick. It turned upward like a flat question mark.

Dave must have seen the look in my eyes as he began to position himself over me. Because he leaned down and whispered “If you weren’t so dripping wet this might hurt some.”

Dave leaned back and untied my ankles gave each a quick rub. Which I might add sent even more fire through me. And giving me a quick kiss he lifted my hips and plunged into me.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like this in my life. As he rotated his dick into my body the tip of his penis actually rotated up to my belly. I didn’t know it was possible to have a man’s penis hit your G-spot. But he managed.

“YES!” I shouted as my orgasm finally swept over me.

Dave continued to hold my hips as he worked his dick back and forth inside me. I felt the bite of the ropes into my wrists, the satin of the sheets on my back, and I wrapped my legs around Dave in an effort to pull him into me. It seemed the waves of pleasure would never stop as Dave tweaked on of my nipples I came again and again. He had denied me for so long my body responded instantly to each and every touch of his hand. I lost count of my orgasm’s at three and still Dave worked my body. As I arched my back and gave myself over to his skilled hands I called his name again and again.

As Dave finished with me I felt him lay me back down on the sheets. All I could do was just lay there. I twitched every few seconds as the lingering aspects of the evening caused a wave of pleasure over my body. Just like little ripples.

Dave untied my hands and massaged some feeling back into them. Commenting that he didn’t want to leave me stiff in the morning. As he retrieved his blankets for the floor he grinned at me. And when he lay down next to me spoon fashion he covered us both. Leaning over to whisper in my ear.

“Well was that as good for you as it was for me?”

All I could do was let out a little giggle as I fell asleep. Safe and comfortable in my lover’’ arms.

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Walking home from the subway, Liz realized just how tired she was. It was sometime after 9:00 on a Thursday night. If she’d met any of her friends, they would already be toasted, and all she really wanted was a quiet, but strong drink. Cruising by a newsstand she picked up a Daily News, not something she usually read, but she felt in the mood for it tonight. Now the only thing to do was find a nice quiet bar in which to have that drink and read the paper.

Remembering what looked like a small hotel closer to the East River than to her apartment, she thought that might be the place to find exactly what she wanted. With a destination in mind, she quickened her pace, her low heels clicking briskly on the sidewalk. She cruised by her apartment, glancing up at the windows and remembering she had to do something about getting a new roommate. Katherine was moving out in a couple weeks and there was no way Liz, a junior associate at her law firm, could afford a place on her own.

Liz crossed the last street, recalling the place was in the middle of the block. She wasn’t even sure it was a hotel it was so small, but there was a small brass plaque next to the door and it had a well-kept awning leading from the curb across the sidewalk and up the short flight of stairs to the front door. Liz had seen some very nice cars parked out front and she had even seen a diplomat plate or two while she was out on one of her early morning jogs by the river.

Liz climbed the stairs. “D’Orr,” the brass plaque read. She was so close to a drink, or so she thought, that she could almost taste it. She took the last step, reached forward and opened the door.

She hadn’t seen the man through the door. He was standing at something like a hostess stand, with a phone to his ear. He seemed just as surprised to see her as she was to see him. When he lowered the phone from his ear, Liz was a little taken aback at how good-looking he was. He spoke with a bit of a French accent.

“May I help you, mademoiselle?”

“I was just looking for a nice, quiet bar to have a drink in. Do you have a bar here?” Liz replied.

The man looked her over and met her eyes again with absolutely no sign of embarrassment. “We do. Through here and to the right. Enjoy.”

Liz was a little put off by his blatant overview, but had there been a little more light she might have done the same thing. She laughed at herself and walked into the bar. It was small but exquisitely appointed. There were only six stools at the bar proper and a handful of tables. A couple of the tables were occupied but it was fairly dark and she couldn’t make out the occupants. The only real light was by the bar, where no one was sitting. The bartender had just put down the phone and she turned to smile at Liz. She was stunned by the woman’s beauty. Taller than Liz, who was no slouch at 5’10”, she had dark hair and light blue eyes and could have been anywhere between 35 and 50 years of age.

“Good evening. I apologize for the holdup at the front door, but it’s not often we get people off the street looking for a drink. We’re generally not open to the public, and almost no one simply walks in. You look like you need a drink more than we need our privacy. What can I get for you?”

Liz placed her paper on the bar and pulled out one of the stools to sit down. She looked over the bottles and asked for a martini. “I’m sorry. I thought this was a hotel. I was just looking for a quiet place to get a drink and read the paper.”

“Well, you’ve certainly found a quiet place, although I’m afraid the lighting in here is going to be a little hard to read by.” They both laughed. “My name is Charlotte.”

“I’m Liz.” They shook hands and continued talking. Liz ordered another drink.

“So, is this a hotel?” Liz asked.

“Yesss,” the women drew out, “but our guests seek as much privacy as they can find. We simply provide that. We do no advertising. Word of mouth only, and even then you can only get in if you have a reference. Do you live nearby?”

“I just live in the next block west, for the moment at least. My roommate’s moving out in a couple weeks and I may have to move. It’s my place, but I don’t think I can afford it on my salary.”

Now it was Charlotte’s turn to look Liz over. Liz noticed and lowered her eyes with uncharacteristic shyness. She’d been gangly in high school and occasionally was still a little self-conscious about her body, even though she had nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, as she had aged she’d filled out in all the right places, and now in her late 20s she had a great body, which she usually kept hidden under her work clothes. She’d known her roommate since college, and even she had remarked at how great her body had gotten over the years. Still, as tall as she was, it wasn’t often she ran into a man who was up to the perceived challenge of the taller woman. Now, that guy at the front, the host or bouncer or whatever he was…

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” Charlotte said. “Drink on ucuz escort the house?”

Liz looked at her watch. It was after 11:00 and she had to get up early. She did feel considerably better than when she’d come in, though. “Can I take a rain check? I’ve got to be up awfully early in the morning.”

“I enjoyed meeting you, Liz. Come back anytime you need a quiet drink.”

“Thank you. I’d like that.” Liz picked up her things and left the way she’d come in, passing by the man at the front.

“Good night,” he said. “Will we be seeing you again?”

Liz turned toward him. “Yes, I think you will,” she said, smiling. She could feel him watching her as she went through the door. As she went down the stairs she realized how good she felt. She felt warm inside, and was glad she had stopped in. She felt like she had found a little place she could call her own. She was going to keep this place to herself. She liked the woman behind the bar, Charlotte, and found herself wondering about the guy at the front.

As she climbed the stairs to her apartment she recalled how long it had been since she’d really been with a man. She entered her apartment, dropping her keys by the door and her bag on the sofa. Her roommate wasn’t in. She was glad of that, and wished yet again that she could afford the apartment by herself. She went into the bathroom and slipped out of her dress. She brushed her teeth and hair and went into her bedroom. She undid her bra and let it slip off her shoulders. When she bent over to slip off her panties, she noticed a damp spot on them and smiled to herself. It might have been a while, but she still had the interest. She went over to the air conditioner and turned it up a notch.

Liz threw back the covers and flopped down on the bed. She reached over and turned off the bedside light, but the city lights cast an orange glow throughout the room. As she lay there, she thought about the guy at the bar, and about the last guy she’d slept with – he hadn’t been very good, but there had been others. As she lay there, she slid her hands down her belly to the inside of her thighs. She pulled her legs up and out, imagining someone else was parting them. With both hands she rubbed the inside of her thighs, climbing higher and higher, her hands finally meeting at the same place her legs met.

Liz finally arched her back and let out a long, quiet sigh just as she heard her Katherine’s key turning in the lock. Liz took one of her extra pillows, clamped it between her legs and rolled over on her side to go to sleep. In minutes, she was fast asleep, a satisfied smile on her face.

Liz awoke late on Sunday morning, still exhausted. The rest of the week had been very long, not ending till early Saturday evening. But Friday there had been a bit of a bonus. Her boss had called her into his office and told her she was being promoted to associate. Along with this promotion, she would get her own junior associate to do some of the tedious legwork. She might not gain a lot of hours of free time, but there would be a few. In addition, she’d be getting enough of a raise that she wouldn’t have to find a roommate right away. Just on the frugal side of free-spending, Liz had squirreled some money away, and so, with the raise, she could afford to take a little more time to figure out her living situation.

Liz pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt and ran out to get a paper and coffee. When she came back she stretched out on the sofa and read, watched TV and napped for the rest of the day. By early evening she was finally starting to feel sociable, and went in to take a shower. While she was drying off, she thought about what she wanted to do about dinner. She grabbed a pair of jeans and slipped them on, turning to check out the view in the mirror. She had developed a nice ass as she’d aged, and she was glad she hadn’t filled out till later in life – it meant she could make it last for that much longer. She had plenty of friends who were round and voluptuous in high school and even college, and she’d been jealous at the time. But now they were fighting weight problems she didn’t think she’d ever have, and she was glad for that.

Liz picked out a white, silk button-down top and pulled it on, tucking it into her jeans. Still with no plan in mind, she left the apartment and went down to the street. When she got to the sidewalk, she looked up the street and then down the street. Remembering the little place she’d wandered into the other night, she decided to head there for a drink first. Maybe there would be something to eat there as well. She covered the block and a half quickly.

When she approached the door, she didn’t see the guy, whatever his name was, at his spot. When she pulled on the door she found it had been locked. A little confused, she looked around and saw a small buzzer set into a round brass cover. Shrugging her shoulders, Liz pressed the button. She couldn’t hear anything and was ready to turn away when he came to the ümraniye escort door looking ready to send whoever was ringing on their way. When he saw Liz on the other side of the door, his face loosened and broke into a smile. He unlocked the door and welcomed her inside.

“Come in, come in. I am so sorry it was locked for you.” He held the door for her as she came up the last step and inside. She turned toward him and held out her hand.

“I’m Liz. What’s your name?”

“You may call me Michael. Charlotte told me your name and said that you were welcome here any time. Unfortunately, she is not here right now, so if you were looking for her bartending skills, I am afraid you will have to put up with mine.”

They both laughed, and Liz led the way into the bar. She could feel Michael’s eyes checking out her backside in her jeans, and she was glad she’d worn them. “Is Charlotte going to be in?”

“I am sorry, but not tonight. She usually takes Sundays off, when we’re slow. I hope you will not leave because of that.”

“Well, it depends on how well you mix your drinks,” Liz joked. She liked Michael’s apparent humility. It was so refreshing when compared to all the male egomaniacs she generally met in her business. “You don’t have any food here, do you?”

“No, but I was just going to call for some Indian food. Would you care to join me?”

“I don’t know what to order,” Liz replied.

“How spicy do you like your food?”

“Medium to spicy.”

“Good, me too. I know just what to order. Have a seat. What would you like to drink?”

“Indian food says beer, doesn’t it?”

Michael poured her beer and went around the corner to call in the order, giving Liz the remnants of a leftover Sunday paper. Liz heard Michael mumbling into the phone and then heard him pick up the phone to make another call. He hung up the phone and as he came back behind the bar she heard a door close somewhere in back.

“So, what is your job here?” Liz asked when Michael had settled into a bar stool behind the bar.

“Well, I watch the front, do the books, and watch the bar when Charlotte’s not here. It’s primarily her business, but we’re sort of partners. I lent her some of the money for the renovations.”

He could sense Liz’s attitude change when he mentioned “partners.” “We’re not married or even dating. Never have. We’ve just known each other a long time,” he clarified. “I met her in France when she was traveling over there. I expressed an interest in coming here to do some work and she had this idea.” He waved his hand to indicate the bar and hotel.

Liz relaxed and smiled. “And the rest is history?”

“Something like that.” The buzzer rang and Michael went out to retrieve the Indian food. He brought it back in and said, “We’re not expecting anyone tonight, so, if you don’t mind, I’ll sit on this side of the bar.”

He poured a couple more beers and started pulling containers out of the bags. The conversation lagged as they both ate, the spicy food inviting more beer.

After they’d finished, Michael picked up the containers and asked Liz if she’d like something else to drink. She asked for a gin and tonic, which he got for her, and then he made one for himself and again sat down next to her, so close their knees were almost touching.

After the drinks and the company, Liz had made up her mind. She was going to take Michael to bed. She needed it badly. “How long do you keep the bar open?” she asked, looking up at him from her drink and turning just enough so their legs touched.

“My choice, really. There’s no one staying here tonight, and no one’s scheduled to come in, so I can close any time.” Michael looked into Liz’s eyes and knew immediately what she was really asking – “How soon can I get your clothes off you?”

“Do you live here, or do you have an apartment nearby?” Liz asked, sliding a little closer toward him.

“Actually, I stay here,” Michael responded, while thinking to himself “She’s not wasting any time.”

Liz stood up and placed her hands on the arms of Michael’s barstool. She liked taking charge, and it had been so long, and she found this man attractive. She leaned forward and kissed him just below his earlobe. He tilted his head to one side. “Show me?” she whispered, taking the tip of his earlobe between her teeth.

Michael responded by reaching around her waist with one arm and pulling her toward him. “Let me get the lights.”

Liz went behind the bar and poured herself a glass of cranberry juice. She’d had enough to drink. Michael came back from out front and took Liz’s hand and led her down the front hall toward the back of the brownstone. At the end of the hall he led her into his studio apartment, which dwarfed Liz’s one-bedroom. The furnishings were exquisite, not too dark, and it was an apartment Liz felt immediately comfortable in.

Michael approached the bed and turned to face Liz. She walked the last few steps to him üsküdar escort and reached up to pull his mouth toward hers. She pressed her lips against his, slowly working her tongue inside his mouth where their tongues intertwined. He sensed she liked taking charge in bed, and, going against his normal reactions, let her continue.

Liz reached in between them and with one hand undid his belt, and then the top snap of his pants, not breaking off their kissing for a second. She felt for the top of his zipper and slid it down very slowly, her free fingers brushing against his growing cock. When she had lowered his zipper all the way, she reached inside the top band of his boxers and took him in her hand. She slumped against him and gave a little moan. As she kneeled in front of him, he held onto her shirt, pulling it free of her jeans.

Liz pulled his pants down to the floor, leaving his boxers on for the moment. He lifted one foot at a time as Liz pulled his pants out of the way and slid them across the floor. She turned back toward him, her head even with the tip of his cock, which was straining the waistband, eager to be released. Liz hooked a finger in each side of the waistband and slowly pulled them down to his knees, where they fell the rest of the way to the floor. She had thought he was bigger than what she was used to when she had first touched him, but now that she was at eye level with his pulsing cock, she almost wondered what she had gotten herself into. She pulled back the foreskin of the first uncircumcised cock she had ever seen, exposing the bright red head. Liz firmly tongued the underside of the head, and then pulled it forward just a little and in one smooth motion took as much of his cock into her warm mouth as she could.

Michael moaned and placed his hands on her shoulders to guide her closer. She reached up with her other hand and cupped his balls. He spread his legs a little and her middle finger reached further back to press against the puckered bud of his ass. Liz continued her ministrations on his cock, taking as much as she could on the down stroke, occasionally suckling on the tender area underneath. When Michael felt he could take no more, he reached under her arms and lifted her up to him.

Michael started unbuttoning her top, leaning forward to kiss the tops of her breasts when he revealed them. Liz leaned her head and shoulders back to expose more of them to him. He took the hint and undid the clasp of her bra, fully exposing her smallish, but perfectly shaped breasts, nipples fully erect. One at a time, he took them in his mouth and rolled them around, Liz pressing into him each time. He removed her shirt and bra, turned her around, and gently laid her on the bed.

Michael stood by the side of the bed and pulled his shirt over his head. Then he kneeled on the bed and placed his hand between her breasts. Slowly, he drew his hand down the center of her belly, stopping briefly to draw a circle around her belly button. Liz arched her back, and Michael started unbuttoning her jeans. He grasped the top of them and slid them down over her hips as she arched her back again, then he stood back, grabbed the bottoms of them and pulled them off her, leaving her with only her panties on. He dropped the jeans on the floor and started kissing up her legs. When he got to her panties, he noticed how soaking wet they were. Slowly he pulled them off, and as he climbed back onto the bed he pulled them the rest of the way, Liz kicking them off from around her ankles. She turned to the right, her head close to the foot of the bed.

Michael followed part way, and started kissing her belly. Liz had had enough. She grabbed his head and pulled him up so they were face to face. “I really need this. Fuck me now, please.”

These were not words Michael had expected to hear from someone who looked like she was from the farm somewhere. She spread her legs and raised her hips off the bed. Michael looked her up and down, and rolled on top of her. She reached between his legs and guided him home. As he entered she closed her eyes and tipped her head back, relishing the feeling of the hard, hot cock entering her. Michael entered slowly until he was all the way in, then he pulled part-way out and thrust hard and deep. Liz pushed back, his size more than filling her, but it had been so long that it felt so good. He kept a slow but forceful pace, and for a couple minutes, each enjoyed their own sensations, when Liz stopped him. He looked surprised, but when she raised her legs and placed them on his shoulders, he knew what she wanted. He entered her again, but in this position he was able to get deeper inside of her. Her outer lips cushioned the base of his cock on every down stroke, and then they opened up to welcome him in.

Despite the attention she had given him, she was going to be the first to come. She could feel it building inside of her. By raising her legs she had guided him closer to her G-spot, and he was stroking it on every thrust. She lowered her legs from his shoulders and wrapped them around his upper waist, pulling him in closer. At every stroke she gave a little moan, and as she got closer, her eyes squeezed shut and her face contorted in an expression that looked to Michael like pain, but he knew that couldn’t be the case. Not with the noises she was making.

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Kaitlyn stood in her office overlooking the deserted shop below. Glancing around at the numerous lithographs of racing scenes hanging on the walls, she fondly remembered her grandfather who’d started the automotive shop before she was born. An immigrant from Dortmund, Germany, he’d come to the United States with his parents when he was just three years old.

Kaitlyn’s grandfather had developed an avid interest in automobiles and racing during his early teen years. With the trivial amount of money he’d saved, her grandfather had started the business and built it up over the past forty years. Kaitlyn remembered visiting the shop on Saturday mornings when he and his crew were readying the cars for various race events. Quite often, her parents had allowed her to accompany her grandfather to the races if they were close by.

When Kaitlyn graduated high school, it was her grandfather who’d encouraged her to continue her education in the automotive field. She’d become a “car nut” just like her grandfather so the studies were something she enjoyed and eagerly worked at. After graduating technical school, Kaitlyn had successful attained her SCCA driver’s license, competing in several racing events but never a full season. Other than being an active driver, her interest had been in development and design of racecars.

At twenty-six, it was now up to Kaitlyn to decide what to do with the shop. Her beloved grandfather had passed away suddenly just a few months prior to her annual return visit. Kaitlyn’s grandfather, true to his word, had left her the entire business.

With her life in somewhat of a turmoil, it was difficult for Kaitlyn to even think straight. She and her ex-husband, Ryan had just divorced and she was facing an inevitable job reduction at the company she was working for. Kaitlyn felt more scared than alone. With everything that had happened to her during the past year, it seemed bad news was following her.

“At least I’ve got enough money in the bank to keep me going for a year or so.” Kaitlyn thought.

Pulling the large red leather chair back from the desk, Kaitlyn sat down propping her tired feet up on the desk.

“I could probably sell the business and shop equipment.” Kaitlyn thought. “That would greatly add to my bank account.”

Selling the business and all its equipment wouldn’t be what her grandfather would want her to do. He’d want her to keep it going, make it flourish and grow. Working on her own, it would be highly difficult, alot more of an undertaking than she felt prepared for. Still, she felt compelled to retain ownership of the business.

Kaitlyn relaxed in the leather chair, drifting slowly into a light sleep. Waking sometime later, she glanced at her watch, realizing it was early evening. Kaitlyn slowly rose from the comfortable chair, stretching her 5’8″ slender body. Running her hands through her short blonde hair, she brushed the sides back over her ears.

Feeling refreshed from her extended nap, Kaitlyn descended the stairs to the shop floor. Two cars, a Corvette and a Camaro sat on jack stands, partially assembled. At the far end of the fifty-thousand square foot building, a transporter sat parked facing one of the large overhead doors. Tools and automotive equipment filled the disorganized complex. Kaitlyn smiled, remembering her grandfather and his crew weren’t known for their neatness or their organization skills. Everywhere she looked, Kaitlyn could see her grandfather’s past, even his old calendars and posters still hung on the shop’s walls.

Kaitlyn made a last check of the premises, making sure all the doors were secured and latched. Stepping through the main doorway, the early evening sun partially blinded her vision. Locking the door behind her, Kaitlyn walked towards her car, a black ’96 Corvette, one of the few things she’d salvaged from her recent divorce.

“Hey Kaitlyn!” A male voice shouted. “Kate!”

Shading her eyes from the sun, Kaitlyn saw a young man approaching her riding a motorcycle. As he rode closer, she could see the smile on his face increasing.

“Hey there!” The young man greeted. “I was wondering if you’d ever show up.”

“Hi Blaine.” Kaitlyn responded. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.”

“Yeah, sure has.” Blaine replied. “High school graduation.”

Blaine had been a classmate of Kaitlyn’s. He was considered by most of his school friends as the most handsome guy in their graduating class. Kaitlyn never admitted it openly but she felt the same way. Standing six foot tall, his rugged appearance and great looks could have led to a modeling career. Blaine’s dark hair and crystal blue eyes accentuated his handsome face. Even though it had been eight years since he’d actively participated in sports, Blaine still retained his athletic build.

“Come to reminisce or put the shop up for sale?” He asked.

“I’m not sure.” Kaitlyn answered, looking down at the pavement.

Her shyness in front of her former classmate was slowing returning. During her türbanlı escort senior year in high school, she’d secretly harbored a crush on the handsome guy now sitting on his motorcycle in front of her.

“Be a shame to see it close down or change hands.” Blaine stated. “Just wouldn’t be the same.”

“Yeah, I know.” Kaitlyn stammered. “I’m sure my grandfather would want me to try and keep it going. It was his whole life.”

“You and your husband could make a go of it.” Blaine said. “I’m sure of it. You’ve got the brains and if I remember correctly, you were always a car fanatic.”

“Well, it’d just be me.” Kaitlyn murmured. “I’m no longer married.”

“Oh, sorry.” Blaine apologized. “I didn’t know that.”

There was a long pause of silence between the two. Kaitlyn felt uncomfortable not knowing what to say. Shuffling her feet, she kept her eyes looking down at the asphalt pavement of the shop’s parking lot.

“Well, how about joining me for dinner this evening?” Blaine asked, breaking the silence.

“Oh, I…………I doubt if I’ll bother to eat dinner this evening.” Kaitlyn replied, knowing it sounded stupid.

“Nonsense!” Blaine exclaimed. “Everyone’s got to eat.”

“I promise I won’t bite.” He added, grinning.

“Ok, I guess it’d be alright.” Kaitlyn finally agreed, a light blush developing on her face.

“Great!” Blaine responded. “Where are you staying?”

“I’m staying at the Holiday Inn just off the west bypass.” Kaitlyn replied.

“Cool! I know where that is.” Blaine stated. “How about I pick you up at 7:00?”

“Ok, that sounds good.” Kaitlyn responded immediately.

“Great!” Blaine exclaimed. “I’ll see you then.”

Blaine started his motorcycle and gave Kaitlyn one of his famous smiles before riding off. Kaitlyn stood there motionless, watching him till his handsome figure disappeared into the heavy traffic.

Realizing she just had a little over an hour and a half to get ready for her dinner date, Kaitlyn quickly walked to her car. Arriving back at her hotel, Kaitlyn took a quick shower and prepped for the dinner date with her former classmate. Fretting over her make-up and clothes till she was exhausted, she felt she looked her best. At least, she hoped Blaine would approve.

The phone in her room rang shortly before 7:00. It was the desk clerk notifying Kaitlyn that her dinner date was waiting for her in the main lobby. Grabbing her purse, Kaitlyn hurried down to the lobby. Blaine, dressed in a dark gray Armani suit, looked as handsome as ever. Kaitlyn, dressed in her best dress, a dark blue draped-sash designer original with color-matched high-heels, caught Blaine’s eye as soon as she entered the large lobby area.

“Wow!” He exclaimed. “You look fabulous!”

“Thank you.” Kaitlyn responded, blushing. “You look as handsome as ever yourself.”

Blaine surprised Kaitlyn by giving her a light kiss on the cheek as he slipped his hand around her waist.

“I’ve got reservations at Antonio’s.” Blaine stated. “I hope you like Italian food.”

“Yes, I certainly do.” Kaitlyn replied, smiling.

Kaitlyn slipped her hand onto Blaine’s arm as the two exited the hotel. Blaine had parked his car, a late model, silver Jaguar XJ8 sedan close to the entrance. Opening the door for Kaitlyn, she slid into the soft, plush leather seat. Blaine’s face displayed a constant smile during the drive to the restaurant.

Sitting in a quiet and cozy corner of the restaurant, Blaine and Kaitlyn ordered drinks before dinner.

“So tell me.” Kaitlyn inquired. “What kind of work are you doing now?”

“I’m a sales manager for a Jaguar dealership here in Fort Worth.” Blaine replied. “My uncle’s the general manager so you can figure how I got the job.”

“I always knew you’d make a good life for yourself.” Kaitlyn stated. “You always seemed so self-confident and had that air of success about you.”

“Well, I don’t know about the success part.” Blaine said. “I make good money but the job gets a little boring, especially when sales are slow. This economy has really slowed things down at the dealership.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Kaitlyn agreed. “It’s slowed things down everywhere.”

“So what kind of work are you doing?” Blaine asked. “I notice you’ve got California plates on your car.”

“I’m working for an investment firm in Long Beach.” Kaitlyn replied. “I do investment planning and strategies.”

“That sure sounds interesting.” Blaine said. “How come you never went into the automotive field? As I recall, you went off to a technical school after graduation.”

“I did go to tech school but I couldn’t find a job that I really wanted so I got into the investment field. It’s just a paycheck, not really something I want to make a career out of.”

“What about kids?” Blaine inquired. “Any children?”

“No, not yet.” Kaitlyn replied. “I don’t think I’m going to plan on having children. What about you?”

“Never tüyap escort married, engaged twice but never made it to the alter.” Blaine muttered.

Blaine looked away from Kaitlyn, not wanting to look her in the eye. Kaitlyn felt he was hiding something, maybe disappointment that he’d never married.

“Well, we’re both still young.” Kaitlyn quipped. “You never can tell what’s around the next bend in our lives.”

“Yeah, that’s true I guess.” Blaine mumbled. “I’d like to have kids, maybe two or three.”

“As I remember, you had more girlfriends than most guys had socks.” Kaitlyn quipped.

Blaine laughed softly at her remark.

“Yeah, but they were just girlfriends.” He stated. “None of them ever wanted to get serious about marriage.”

During dinner, Blaine and Kaitlyn discussed their old high school memories and some of the classmates they remembered. Although they never had any friends in common, they reminisced about some of the things that had occurred during their high school years.

“How long are you going to be in town?” Blaine asked. “Or are you going to stay here in Fort Worth?”

“I haven’t decided what I’m going to do.” Kaitlyn replied. “I’ll stay at least till Friday.”

“If you decide to keep the shop going, I’d be glad to help you whenever I could.” Blaine offered.

“Thanks. I’ll keep your offer in mind.” Kaitlyn responded. “I’m afraid I might not be able to make it as successful as it once was. That’s one of my biggest hang-ups.”

“People love race cars.” Blaine asserted. “With your grandfather’s name behind the business, it might help you attain the success you want.”

“Yeah, Wurner Automotive was a big name back in the eighties and nineties.” Kaitlyn responded. “Don’t know if it’d carry much weight now without my grandfather.”

“Worth a shot, don’t you think?” Blaine said, coaxingly.

“Yeah, maybe.” Kaitlyn replied, her voice just above a whisper.

After dinner, the two drove back to Kaitlyn’s hotel. Their conversation was almost nonexistent. Entering the lobby of the Holiday Inn, Blaine put his arm around Kaitlyn’s waist. Strolling towards the elevators, Kaitlyn wondered if Blaine would kiss her good night. She was sure he would at least try. She hoped so anyway.

Standing at the door to her hotel room, Kaitlyn inserted the door’s security card into the slot. The latch released, allowing her to open the door.

“Thank you for the great dinner.” Kaitlyn stated. “And the wonderful company. I had a really good time.”

“Thank you for accepting my offer.” Blaine responded. “I’m glad we got to spend some time together.”

“Maybe we could get together again before you leave.” He added. “Unless you decide to stay that is.”

Blaine leaned towards Kaitlyn to kiss her goodnight. Putting his hands on her waist, he pulled her into him. Kaitlyn’s eyes closed as their lips meshed into a soft kiss. Her hands gripped Blaine’s shoulders, holding him firmly. Blaine’s lips pressed harder against Kaitlyn’s, increasing her passion. Their kiss lasted for several moments before their lips slowly parted.

“Hmmmm.” Blaine whispered. “I hate to see this night end.”

“I know.” Kaitlyn muttered. “I hate to see it end too. But I’ve got to get some sleep.”

“I could stay for awhile if you like.” Blaine whispered.

“I wouldn’t mind if you’d stayed till morning.” Kaitlyn boldly muttered.

Not saying a word, Blaine eased Kaitlyn into the hotel room before closing the door behind them. Kaitlyn set her purse down on the dresser. Blaine standing behind her, lightly brushed the hair on the back of her neck to the side. Pulling Kaitlyn back against him, he kissed her neck lightly, working his way towards the back of her ear.

Kaitlyn’s tensed body leaned back against Blaine. Tingling sensations covered her body as Blaine nibbled at her earlobes. Her eyes partially closed, Kaitlyn barely heard the distinct sound of the zipper at the back of her dress being eased downward. Brushing the dress from her shoulders, it slid downward to form a pile at her feet. Standing there in her pink bra and thong panties, Kaitlyn felt no embarrassment.

“God, you’ve got a great ass!” Blaine whispered in her ear. “I can’t wait to get you naked!”

Kaitlyn softly smiled at his compliment. Turning around, she kissed Blaine hard, working her lips over his. Blaine’s hard tongue parted her lips, sliding into her mouth. Swirling his tongue inside her mouth enflamed Kaitlyn’s inner passions. Blaine reached behind Kaitlyn, unhooking the lacy pink bra. Slipping it off, he tossed it next to her purse. Blaine’s hands cupped Kaitlyn’s firm breasts, gently massaging them. Kaitlyn’s hands, slightly shaking, worked at Blaine’s tie.

“I need a damn good fucking!” Kaitlyn exclaimed.

“That’s just what I’m going to give you!” Blaine responded. “Over and over!”

Stripping quickly out of his designer suit, Blaine picked Kaitlyn up and laid her across the tuzla escort queen size bed, not bothering to pull the covers back. Blaine kneaded Kaitlyn’s breasts, teasing the nipples till they became fully erect. Sucking on her nipples, Kaitlyn’s mouth uttered loud moans. Trailing kisses down over her tummy, Blaine hooked his fingers in Kaitlyn’s thong panties, easing them down her legs. Blaine’s lips locked onto Kaitlyn’s pussy, sliding his tongue up and down her hot slit. Kaitlyn’s body reacted, twisting and turning. Blaine’s strong arms held Kaitlyn’s sleek legs apart, spreading her wide open. His tongue slid inside Kaitlyn’s juicy pussy driving her over the edge. Her sudden orgasm made her cry out.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh Goddddddddddddddd Blaine” She cried out. “Stooppppppppp Nooooooooo”

Her outcry only made Blaine work his tongue harder and deeper on Kaitlyn’s wanton pussy. Sucking her flowing juices, Kaitlyn’s taut ass lifted upwards. Blaine lifted her up till her feet were no longer touching the bed. Her butt fell back against the moist bedding, grinding hard against the soft material.

A second orgasm took control of Kaitlyn’s quivering body. Her hands grasped the back of Blaine’s head, forcing his face hard against her pussy. With the orgasm finally waning, Kaitlyn managed to partially open her eyes. Blaine’s tongue was slowly licking up and down Kaitlyn’s pussy, easing her body’s tensions.

“Fuck me Blaine.” Kaitlyn begged. “Don’t make me wait.”

Blaine got up from the bed and pushed his tight briefs down his legs. His hard cock protruded from body, aimed at Kaitlyn’s pussy. Climbing back on the bed, Blaine grasped Kaitlyn’s legs, spreading them apart. Kaitlyn’s eyes widened, her eyes stared at the enormous cock about to fuck her. For a brief moment, she felt her pussy tighten in resistance.

Blaine guided the mushroom shaped head of his hard dick between the lips of Kaitlyn’s pussy. Pushing hard, he penetrated her slowly, his dick lubricated by Kaitlyn’s flowing juices. Working his cock into Kaitlyn’s pussy, he managed to penetrate her completely. Kaitlyn’s hands gripped Blaine’s muscular arms, holding onto him. Her fingernails dug into him as she felt herself building another extraordinary orgasm.

Blaine fucked hard in and out of Kaitlyn’s pussy, bringing her up quickly to another incredible orgasm. Kaitlyn cried out as she felt her body being consumed by the orgasm. Blaine’s mouth covered hers, muffling her outcry. Kaitlyn’s fingernails dug deeper into Blaine’s arms, penetrating his flesh. She barely noticed the blood trickling down his arms. Blaine continued pounding his huge cock deep into Kaitlyn’s pussy, harder and faster, almost with a vengeance.

Kaitlyn’s body, weakened by her orgasms, fell prey to his cock ripping into her. Within minutes, Blaine’s cock erupted, spewing his hot cum inside her. Gradually slowing, Blaine collapsed on top of her, pinning her against the bedding. Kaitlyn could feel his heart pounding in his chest and his hard breathing against her face. She put her arms around him, holding him tightly.

After several minutes, Blaine lifted his head, placing his lips on Kaitlyn’s. They kissed softly and passionately.

“Damn, that was the best sex I’ve ever had!” He muttered.

“For me too.” Kaitlyn responded. “I’ve waited eight long years for you to fuck me.”

“What do you mean?” Blaine asked.

“I wanted you to fuck me when we were in high school but you never acted like you even noticed me.” Kaitlyn explained. “You were always dating one of the cheerleaders.”

“Wow!” Blaine replied. “I wished I’d known that. I didn’t figure you’d go out with me.”

After a brief moment, Blaine slipped his cock out of Kaitlyn’s pussy and eased himself off the bed. Heading towards the bathroom, he pulled Kaitlyn with him. The two stepped into the shower together. Blaine adjusted the water flow as they stood under the warm spray. Blaine and Kaitlyn kissed before soaping each other. After rinsing off and stepping out of the shower, they dried each other with thick, soft towels.

Entering the bedroom area of the hotel room, Kaitlyn picked up her dress off the floor and placed it on the dresser. Blaine retrieved his briefs, holding them in his hand.

“Should I put these on?” He quipped, grinning at Kaitlyn.

“It’ll only make it harder for me to suck your cock if you do.” Kaitlyn responded with an evil grin.

Pushing Blaine down on the bed, Kaitlyn knelt over him. Grasping his cock firmly, it hardened almost immediately. Kaitlyn forced her mouth over the mushroom shaped head, taking as much of his cock in her mouth as she could. Her tongue swirled feverously over the head as her lips sucked on his shaft. Blaine’s hands gripped the bedding, pulling on it. Kaitlyn’s mouth worked rapidly up and down on his cock, savoring the taste of his flesh. Loud slurping sounds filled the hotel room as Kaitlyn continued sucking on his cock.

Blaine, trying to keep from cumming too soon, couldn’t hold back. His cock erupted a hot load into Kaitlyn’s mouth. Her head kept bobbing up and down on his cock. Gently kneading his balls, Kaitlyn wanted all of his cum. Her mouth sucked hard on his cock, almost making him lift his butt up off the bed.

“Oh God! Stop!” Blaine yelled out. “You’re sucking my balls off!”

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Alice, a recently widowed schoolteacher, has discovered her late husband had a porn collection, which she, to her surprise, finds intriguing. An even greater surprise is that her new found obsession with sex seems to have cured her depression over her husband’s death. In this chapter Alice’s descent into depravity continues with a lesbian affair with her best friend.

A week later I was still struggling with my need for a plan to meet Sofia and Juan. It wasn’t like I thought about it every waking moment, but it was always in the back of my mind, especially when I was reliving my voyeur’s experience while I masturbated. I hadn’t abandoned Larry’s porn collection, but my memory of watching Sofia and Juan in the back yard was certainly supplementing it.

Then my life changed. Again. The phone rang—it was Joan calling me.

“Joan, where have you been?” I said. “I haven’t heard from you in two or three weeks.”

“Hervé and I have been in France.”

“Provence?”

“Yes. How did you know?”

“Just a hunch,” I said thinking back to the time in the grocery store when Hervé had seductively proposed I run off to Provence with him.

“It was lovely. I’d never been there before.”

“When can we get together so you can tell me all about it?”

“Hervé’s gone for a week on business, so pretty much any time you want.”

“Good. Then you’re coming here for dinner tonight. I want to hear all about your trip, and I want to show you what I’ve done with my back yard. Can you make it by six?”

“Sure.”

As soon as I hung up I was asking myself, “What have I done? This is the first time I’ve invited someone over since Larry died.”

The next thought was a very healthy, “Why not. It’s my house now, and I should have people over. And who better to start with than Joan?”

I ran to the bedroom, my around-the-house robe open and trailing behind me. I tossed off the robe and stood naked in my bedroom as I grabbed a skirt and a blouse (as per my usual, no undergarments for grocery shopping). I dreamed up the menu while I was dressing and derived a shopping list from the menu as I drove to the market. I made sure the list included a couple of bottles of wine, as I knew Joan liked her wine almost as much as I did of late. The store had a discount if you bought six bottles, so I of course stocked up.

Two hours later Joan arrived. I was in the kitchen stirring up spaghetti sauce, a glass of red wine in one hand. I had an apron on over the clothes I had worn to the store, but I hadn’t thought about adding any undergarments. “Oops,” I said to myself as I saw her stepping from her car at the street. “Oh well, it’s only Joan.”

My kitchen faced to the front of the house, so as Joan approached the front door I yelled through an open window, “Come on in. I’ll pour you a glass of wine.”

I heard the front door open and close, and as Joan walked into the kitchen I handed it to her.

Joan is several inches shorter than me. Most people would call her voluptuous. Her narrow, pinched waist provides an attractive bridge between her broad hips and her big breasts. Her boobs cover most of her chest. When she wears the right bra they project out from her chest like a shelf. It causes men to stop as they walk by her on the street and occasionally step unexpectedly off a curb they didn’t see. Her ass is not only round but it projects from her lower back—what some refer to, perhaps a bit crudely, as a bubble butt. This afternoon she was wearing a brightly-colored blouse that draped seductively over her tits and a short skirt that covered her butt and a few inches of her legs, but not much more. Several buttons were undone on the blouse, so a good deal of cleavage was exposed. As usual, she wore heels a couple of inches higher than I had ever owned, to augment her height. She had a round face with large brown eyes and thick dark lashes. Her hair was raven, lush, and long. Like mine it hung down over her shoulders, approaching her breasts in front and also down her back. I’ve known Joan ever since my senior year in college and consider her to be my best friend, as she does me.

“Ah, just what I was craving,” she said as she accepted the wine glass. As she leaned across the counter to take it from my hand I found myself looking at her massive cleavage, exposed by a combination of her forward lean and the open buttons on her blouse. I felt just the lightest tingle of lust as I stared for a moment too long at her tits. It seemed she held her forward lean a bit longer than was necessary. Was she showing me her tits? Did she see me looking? Oh Where did that come from I thought? My god, you are obsessed with sex of late I scolded myself.

Joan stepped back from the counter and held her glass up in a toast. “Here’s to us, a couple of abandoned old broads.”

We drank, and I asked, “Abandoned? Where is Hervé?”

“Oh, he’s just off on a ten-day business trip. Left five days ago. Won’t be back until Friday.”

She paused for a moment, ben bu boşluğu nasıl izle reconsidering. “I’m sorry Alice. Hervé being gone for ten days hardly compares with your loss. How are you doing?”

I thought for a minute and said, “I’m doing fine. Just fine.” And I meant it. “Things have changed around here over the last few months,” I told her. “Let’s have dinner and I’ll tell you about it.”

As I turned to refill my wine glass I wondered, well just what am I going to tell Joan about—Larry’s porn collection; his Literotica posts; my obsessive masturbation; my new-found interest in nudism; my voyeuristic encounter with my neighbors. The fact was that all these things had coincided with my recovery from my depression, but was that a coincidence or a cause? Can sex cure depression? I figured my therapist would not support that idea, unless she viewed it as a hobby. She was always recommending I find a hobby, but I somehow didn’t think masturbation was what she had in mind. Strange notion. I hadn’t seen her since I found Larry’s porn collection and I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

I let the whole question drift away as Joan and I ate dinner and she jabbered about her trip to Europe. After dinner we piled the plates in the sink along with the pots and pans I had put there to soak. When Joan started to wash up, I told her, “Stop. They will all be there tomorrow, and I can take care of them before I leave to teach my Monday class. Let’s pour some more wine. I want to show you my back yard.” We were into the second bottle by then, and I was feeling it as we headed out back, our glasses full.

We wandered about the yard for a while and eventually wound up sitting at the table and chairs I had put in the pergola. I walked back to the kitchen and brought out the wine bottle to refill our glasses. I liked the way my tits felt as they bounced beneath my blouse. Had Joan noticed? She hadn’t said anything, but I thought I caught her staring once.

I put some bounce in my step as I walked back across the yard with the open wine bottle. Yes, I thought, she is definitely noticing the jiggle in my tits. I wonder? Stop that you naughty girl I told myself. Iwasn’t clear as to whether what I was supposed to stop—jiggling my tits or wondering about Joan. I did neither.

I satoppositejoan on the pergala after filling her and my wine glasses. We each took a long drink. “So tell me how you’re doing,” Joan asked, bringing me back to the question I had ducked when she first arrived. I didn’t want to talk about it then, but I was drunk enough now that it didn’t seem to make any difference.

“I’m doing great. My depression is gone. I get out of the house for things other than work. I talk to people. I admit that you are my first dinner guest, but it’s a start, and I didn’t agonize at all about it. I just asked you.”

“So what caused this transformation?” she slurred the last word just a bit.

I paused for a minute. What the hell, I thought. Joan is my best friend. Finally I spoke up. “I have a new hobby.”

“A hobby? You mean the yard?”

“No, not that.”

“So what’s your new hobby?”

“Sex.”

“Sex?”

“Yes, sex,” I said. I took another big drink of wine, not that I needed it.

“With who?”

“Uhh . . . well mostly myself, so far,” I said. But I have ambitions, I thought.

“Oh . . . Yeah. I get it. I’ll be down to that by the time Hervé gets back.”

“No, no you don’t understand.” I refilled both our wine glasses. It was nice where we were sitting on the pergola. There was a breeze and the temperature was just right. I turned just a bit so the breeze was blowing up my skirt and gently massaging my naked pussy. I had let the bottom of my skirt slide well up my thighs and I was making a point of not holding my knees tightly together.

“Okay. What don’t I understand?” Joan asked. “I mean I understand masturbation. We all do it, but when I studied psychology in college, nobody said it was a cure for depression.” She babbled on about depression and obsessions for a long while, remembering far more from her single college psychology class than I would have expected a liberal arts student majoring in boys to remember.

After a while I stopped her. “Wait. Let me explain. After Larry died, I was depressed. For a long time. But now I’m not. Since I took up sex as a hobby, my depression has gone away, like a fog that clears when the sun gets high. Maybe I’m obsessed with sex now, but as an alternative to depression it’s hard to beat.”

“So what happened?” Joan asked, still giving me a blank look.

“I inherited a porn collection, and it turned out I liked it a lot more than being depressed. It’s that simple.”

“What?”

So I explained about what I had found on Larry’s computer—his porn collection, his Literotica stories, and how I had become so engrossed in all of it that I hooked his computer up to the big screen TV. Then I told her about how I liked to biz kimden kaçıyorduk anne izle walk around naked or as close to naked as I dared under the circumstances. I didn’t quite get to the part about watching the neighbors fucking before she interrupted.

“Oh, you naughty girl. Were you naked under your clothes when you came to dinner at our house?” she asked smiling lewdly at me.

“No, but remember the time I ran into you and Hervé in the grocery store? I was naked under the skirt and blouse I had on that day. I was scared to death—just sure Hervé could somehow see through what I was wearing and know that I was naked beneath it.”

Joan laughed, “Hervé tells himself that every woman he sees is naked beneath her outer garments. He says he’s an optimist. What he is, is a lecher.”

I smiled. “That’s what you like about him, isn’t it?”

“Ummm. Among other things.” She had a slightly lascivious smile on her face as she spoke.

“I’d like to garden naked, too,” I continued, “but I haven’t quite worked up the courage for that yet. I do have this sort of ‘why bother’ style bikini that I wear in the back yard when I garden, and I did mow the back lawn topless last week.”

“Uhh . . . are you wearing any underclothes now?”

“Well . . .No. I intended to but I didn’t wear any when I went to the store, and I forgot when I got home. I have a habit of not wearing underclothes to the store and since I am usually nearly naked around the house, it’s easy to forget when I get home.”

“So you’re naked underneath that outfit?”

“Yes. Want to see?” The wine was kicking in. I would have never suggested something like that when I was sober. But I was far from sober now and more than a little horny. Without waiting for answer I started unbuttoning my top. My c-cup breasts burst out as I peeled the blouse completely off. Joan was staring silently. I reached behind me and released the catch on my skirt and then stood briefly to let it slide over my hips and down my legs.

Now Joan was sitting staring at me in shock. “Alice, you’re naked!

“Yes,” I said as I cupped my breasts and held them out toward her, “and it feels delicious.”

A few moments silence passed between us as Joan stared at my naked body.

I don’t know where the idea came from, but I said “Now it’s your turn, Joan. Take your clothes off. No more wine until you’re naked.” I was waving the half-full bottle at her.

Joan looked around. “Can your neighbors see us?”

“No.” I left out the “I don’t think so” part, required for full honesty. “Besides it’s getting dark.”

She looked around again and then said, “Okay, I’ll do it.” It was obvious she was as drunk as I was.

She started by unbuttoning her blouse. Her big tits stood out, her bra holding them up, as she pulled the blouse off and tossed it on the pile of my clothes. Next she stood and removed her skirt so she was standing before me wearing just a bra and panties. Before going further she picked up her wine glass and emptied it for a shot of courage.

“You really want me to do this?” she asked.

“Yes,” I responded, waving the wine bottle again.

She looked around again, then quickly shed her bra and panties and sat down. She leaned forward holding her glass out for a refill from the bottle I had been waving before her. Her big tits waved back and forth beneath her. I could see her areolas were swollen and her nipples hard. What would it be like to suck on those nipples? It was just a fleeting thought.

I filled the glass and looked at her. “My god, you’ve got great tits,” I said. “No wonder Hervé likes you. I’ll bet he can never get enough of your tits.” Wow, I thought, I have to be really drunk to be talking like this.

Joan smiled. “Oh yes, Hervé loves my tits. It’s the Basque blood in him.”

“Basque?” I thought he was French.

“He came from Southern France, a little town right up against the Pyrenees. Lots of Basque blood on both sides of the border there. They’re so horny, those Basque men. You should get yourself one.” She was clearly drunk now.

Joan giggled. “He likes to titty fuck me.” She was holding her tits out toward me looking down at them.

“What’s that mean?” I asked.

“First I suck his cock so it’s good and hard, although half the time he just walks in the door with a hard on. God he’s a horny bastard. Then I lube his cock up and he puts it between my tits so it’s pointed right at my chin.” She pushed her tits together to show me, although I noticed that she did it in such a way that she had a finger and a thumb on each nipple. Her nipples had engorged and they were big around and long.

God, I want to suck on those, I thought. It wasn’t a fleeting thought now. Does that make me a lesbian? Fuck who cares. It’s all just sex.

“What happens next?” I asked. During the silence while I was questioning my gender preference, Joan had lost the thread of the conversation. bizi ayıran çizgi izle Now she was seriously focused on masturbating her tits.

“Oh . . . What? Oh . . . you mean with Hervé. Yes. She pushed her tits back together and said, “Well, he lays his slippery cock between my tits so the head is pointed against my chin. Then he slides it back and forth until he cums. He says it feels just like a pussy.” She rolled her head back, obviously thinking about Hervé’s climax. “My god,” she said. “If that lecherous Basco hasn’t cum in a few days he can cover my whole face with cum. Then he likes to watch it drip down onto my tits.”

“Then does he get you off,” I asked.

“Umm. Oh yeah! Once he’s covered my face and tits with his cum he wants to dive down between my legs and eat me. Oh god can that man eat pussy. Did Larry do that for you?”

I laughed. “Hardly. Larry’s limits were a few minutes of very uninspired foreplay and a five minute missionary position fuck, and not very often at that.”

“Oh that’s too bad,” Joan said. “And this is the man who had a porn collection?”

“Hard to figure, huh.”

I could tell she had gotten very aroused by the conversation. When we started her legs had been crossed—very ladylike, or at least as ladylike as you can be while sitting naked in someone’s back yard. Now she was leaning back in her chair with her legs spread lewdly as she continued to play with her tits.

“Have you ever kissed a girl?” she asked me.

“Uhhh . . . no,” I responded. “Have you?”

“Yes, a lot. When I was in college, before I met Hervé I began a lesbian affair with one of my professors.”

“Really?” I said.

“Yes. It lasted two years. We both knew it couldn’t become anything more than an illicit affair. She had a husband and two children and I was her research assistant. It was a crazy thing for both of us.”

“Was the sex good?” I asked.

“Oh . . . Fuck! Oh fucking god yes! The sex was so good.”

“Better than with Hervé?” I asked.

“Hard to say,” she said. “It was different.”

“Which was better?”

“Both,” she answered with deliberate ambiguity.

“Were you sleeping with both of them at the same time,” I asked.

“Yes.”

“That sounds complicated,”

“Not really. They both knew and didn’t care. Sometimes Hervé joined us.”

“What about her husband?”

“Oh no! Not him. He was a stuffy full professor twenty years older than her. God, he’d have had a fucking stroke if he had known about us. He would have divorced her and gotten both of us thrown out of the university if he had known.”

There was a long silence while both of us thought about what to say next.

“Alice,” she said. “Will you kiss me?”

I knew she wanted more than that, or at least I hoped she did. We both stood and pulled each other together. Joan was a good deal shorter than me, so she was standing on her toes. Our lips came together in a soft, slow kiss. No tongue at first.

When we broke Joan said, “Oh yes. It’s been too long.” Her voice had a dreamy tone. Remembering her college lover I thought.

We were standing with my hands on her hips and hers on my shoulders, our bodies barely touching.

“I’ve never done that,” I said. “That was nice.” She was lightly rubbing her breasts against my upper rib cage as we stood there. My tits were almost resting on her shoulders. I really was taller than her.

“Do you want more?” she asked.

“Oh yes.”

She pulled my head down to her and we kissed again, much more aggressively this time, our tongues dueling with each other and our chests rubbing our naked tits and hardened nipples against each other’s bodies. She had her arms around my neck, pulling me down. I had my arms around her back, but I quickly let them slide down to her round soft butt. As our tongues dueled I was pulling her up against me. I slid a leg between hers and rubbed my thigh against her vulva. She was dripping wet. This kiss went on for a long time as she humped my leg and our tongues sparred. Finally she pulled back and said, “Let’s go inside. Sex is always better in bed.” I led the way down the pergola steps and then we ran, holding hands like naked schoolgirls, across the lawn and into the house.

Once in the house we continued running to my bedroom. Joan ripped off my bedclothes, leaving only a sheet. Then we flopped onto the bed lying face to face with our legs entangled. We began kissing again. It was a long kiss, soft and sloppy, with our tongues each probing the other’s mouth in turn. I couldn’t believe how soft her kiss was. I had never been kissed like that in my life.

Eventually we broke apart, but only by inches and only at the top. Our bodies remained lustfully entangled.

“God, I’ve never been kissed like that,” I said.

She smiled. “Women are different,” she responded.

She had a hand on my breast now. Not mashing it as the men I had known did. Just softly and tenderly massaging it, occasionally brushing my engorged nipple with the palm of her hand. Yes, I thought. Where has this been all my life?

“How long has it been?” I asked. “Since you made love to a woman?”

“Too long. Not since Gina.”

I gasped as she tweaked a nipple with her fingers. Not hard or painfully, but just enough to send a bolt of lust to my pussy.

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Okay, so my name is Chris Johnson. I am not tall at all – I’m only 5’5″ but a highly muscular wrestler. In addition, I have a dick that hangs seven inches when limp and pops out to eleven when it’s erect. I’ll admit, sometimes it looks a little freakish, but hey – it earned me the locker room nickname of “Big Johnson”, and plenty of girls have enjoyed it!

I go to California Lutheran University in Thousand Oaks, California, and of the 2000+ student body, I am probably the biggest man-whore on the campus. Perhaps it seems a little strange that a student at a church school would be admitting to being a man-whore, but you know what? I don’t judge other people, therefore I don’t expect to be judged by anybody but God Himself. Beyond that, even if all this sex is a sin – which I’m don’t necessarily know if it is – God forgives all my sins, anyway!

I grew up in the church. I lived in Burbank for my whole life until I headed off to college. My family has attended Salem Lutheran Church in Glendale since before I was born. Growing up, there were three other guys in the church who I have hung out with since we were all in the nursery – Joe, Sean, and Austin. They were the crew that I always rolled with and definitely had the mad hoopla with.

I lost my virginity in 2001, when I was 14, about an hour after Sunday service, in the back of the sanctuary, to the pastor’s daughter. Sean – who is now a Marine, and therefore getting MAD pussy – followed in 2003, at 16. Joe busted his cherry in 2004, at 17, and Austin was the last to go, on the night of his senior prom in 2005, when he was 18.

Ah, Natalie Bennett. Pastor Jack Bennett’s daughter, an acolyte when she was a little kid, active in the Lutheran Youth Organization when we were in high school, always sang Silent Night on Christmas Eve – and a regular hot little piece of ass, too. She was 15 and a year older than me when we swapped v-cards in the back of the church that Sunday morning. Now, I’ll be honest – I’ve done the deed with over 50 other girls in the four plus years since that day back in 2001. Nonetheless, I always find my mind wandering to Natalie, comparing each and every girl to her. Granted, Natalie’s performance has probably been exaggerated over time and blurred with other girls, but I still have a pretty good idea of how it was – after all, it WAS my first time.

Natalie graduated in 2004 and went off to Texas Lutheran University. Well, I figured I’d probably seen the last of her, and it was unfortunate, too. I’d always kind of hoped that we’d hook up again.

So anyway, I started at Cal Lu in the fall of 2005. It was far enough away from home that it was an effort to get between the two places – driving down the 101 is never fun – but close enough that if I really wanted to go home, it wouldn’t be a problem. The unfortunate thing about CLU was that there were no girls that I knew there, so there was also really no chance of getting booty for a while. I was starting to develop a real case of the blue balls.

And so I was sitting in Denny’s really late one night (or maybe really early one morning!) in October, studying for a mid-term, when who should walk in but Natalie Bennett. I thought my eyes were lying to me and first, but I realized after a moment, that nope – it was really her! She looked a little different – her hair was cut in a pageboy cut, and she was wearing glasses. It was definitely her, though.

But how could that be? my mind asked. She’s in Texas!

Well, when she was seated, she didn’t appear to have any books with her, so I figured it was safe to assume that she wasn’t studying. When she ordered a somewhat sizable breakfast, I decided I was right – the people studying had coffee, coffee, and more coffee – and that was it.

Well, I figured this might be my chance. Stuffing my books into my bag, I took a deep breath and walked over to her table. “Uh, Natalie Bennett?” I said.

She looked up, wondering who it was interrupting her. Almost immediately, though, curiosity changed to recognition. “Chris Johnson,” she said, with a hint of a laugh in her voice. “The guy who never calls.”

Oops. I was at a loss for words. “Well, um, sorry,” I tried.

“Oh no, it’s okay,” she said. “I know that you were… shall we say, busy.”

“Huh?”

“The Wang’s 50, Chris. I know about that. Hell, everybody at Salem between the ages of 15 and 25 knows about it.”

I felt my face turning red. I could swear that my hair had caught fire, and I really wanted to sink into the floor.

She must’ve noticed, because right away, she quickly added, “Don’t worry, I don’t make it a habit to judge people for their sexual practices.”

Without missing a beat, she very matter-of-factly quipped, “After all, I fucked a horse in arcane izle Texas.”

Now I was truly at a loss for words. My jaw dropped about halfway to my knees, and my eyes became about the size of .33 records.

She started laughing. “No, I’m just kidding,” she said reassuringly. “There is no way that I would ever have sex with anything but a human – or a sex toy. However, I guess I have done plenty of things that I’d rather my dad never knew about.”

Now I started laughing, too. “Yeah, that’s understandable,” I said. “I guess I wouldn’t want your dad knowing about what I’ve done, either.”

Then I remembered why I had come over here. “So, I thought you were in Texas?”

“I was,” she said. “I just didn’t like being so far away, though. I like being kind of close to home, and I like the atmosphere here a lot more than at TLU. Besides, even though Texas guys can be nice to look at in their tight jeans, California guys have them beat looks-wise ten ways till Sunday. Besides that, I seem to recall that a certain guy I know is, well, rather gifted…”

As she said this, she lightly placed her left hand on my crotch. My cock jumped immediately. Oh God, I thought, I can’t get a huge boner in public.

I backed away a bit. “Uh, I see,” I replied.

Noticing my discomfort, she said, “Well, anyway, I think you should give me a call sometime.”

You bet your oh-so-beautiful ass I will.

We swapped cell phone numbers, and then I headed out of there as quickly as I could, walking rather strangely to hide my massive boner. When I got back to my dorm, I went straight into the bathroom and jacked off furiously. I shot a massive load into the wad of tissue I was holding. Just thinking about Natalie Bennett, especially thinking about Natalie touching my cock, made me feel like I would have the perpetual hard-on. Fortunately, it subsided quickly.

A couple days passed. My mid-terms came, and went – rather painfully, like a bad case of indigestion. After my last midterm, when I got back to my dorm, I looked at the scrap of paper on my desk.

Natalie B., (310) 555-3244

What the hell, I thought. I picked up the phone and called. It rang. It rang again, and again, six times, and then her voicemail picked up.

“Hi, this is Natalie. I can’t answer the phone right now, but if you leave a message, I’ll get back to you as quick as I can. Bye!”

“Hey, Natalie, this is Chris Johnson.”

Okay, now what else?

“Um, I’m done with all of my mid-terms, so I just thought I’d give you a call and say hi. Give me a call back – (310) 555-3256. Later.”

At about 7:00 that evening, my phone rang.

“Hello?”
“Hi, Chris? This is Natalie.”

Hot damn.

“Hey Natalie, what’s up?”

“Not much. How about you?”

“Pretty much the same.”

“Well, that’s cool. Hey, since you’re done with all your mid-terms, are you doing anything later on?”

“Well, I didn’t have any plans.”

“You want to come over and just hang out?”

“Sounds good to me.”

“9:00?”

“Sure.”

“See you then.”

“Alrighty. Bye.”

“Bye.”

I headed over to Natalie’s place in the Old West complex at about 8:50. I got to her room at 8:55. I knocked, but there was no answer. The door was partially open, so I pushed it all the way open.

There, on Natalie’s bed, was Natalie, locked in a 69 with her roomate, Ellen Hoover, a girl that I knew by sight, but didn’t know personally. Hmmm, I kind of felt bad just standing there, so I stepped out of the room, latching the door as I went. When the door latched, I heard both of them scream. Then I knocked.

“Uh, just a second!” I heard Natalie’s voice call shakily from inside.

A moment later, the door opened, and a fully dressed but slightly disheveled Ellen swept past me, heading down the hall as if a rottweiler were nipping at her heels. Then, Natalie appeared in the door, an embarrassed grin on her face. “Hi, Chris, come on in.”

She led me in to her certainly austere but nicely decorated dorm room. It had definitely had a woman’s touch applied to it. I sat down on a small blue couch that was situated facing the television. Natalie seated herself next to me, smoothing her skirt as she sat.

An awkward silence followed for the next couple of minutes, finally broken by Natalie saying, “Uh, Chris, you know, I wasn’t expecting you for a few more minutes.”

“So I gathered,” I replied.

The awkward silence returned. “Yeah,” Natalie said a few minutes later.

Then, it was as if a dam had broken.

“So, me and Ellen. That’s been going on for a while.”
Really. Hmmm.

“She’s from San Bernardino. We met at the LYO gathering in Atlanta, back in 2003. We became really good aşk kumardır izle friends, and then when we ended up at roommates here at CLU this year… well, things just kind of got out of control one night. We started making out, and then, fingering each other. After a while, we started doing oral too.”

Okay, now my dick was getting hard. This shit was hot.

“But tonight, when you saw us just now, that was the first time we’d ever done a 69. We were both really close to cumming, too, well…”

She just let it trail off. Oops. Now I felt kinda bad – I had interrupted her when she was seconds from an orgasm.

“So as it is, I’m really horny right now.”

HAH! There was my opening.

“Well,” I said, with the “gentle, concerned guy” tone in my voice, “I feel bad that you didn’t get your orgasm. So, I think that I should make it up to you, and help you out with that horniness issue.”

Natalie turned and looked at me, smiled, and – I kid you not – licked her lips. “Oh really?” she asked. “And just how would you do that?”

“Oh, I have my ways.”

Natalie stood up, stood in front of me, and then, straddling my legs, sat down on my lap and brought her face within a few centimeters of mine. “Show me.”

Cupping her ass with my hands, I pulled her as close to me as I could get her, and then kissed her. As I did so, I felt my cock spring to full attention, which Natalie must’ve noticed as well, with her bare pussy rubbing against the crotch of my jeans.

Slowly I kissed my way down to her neck, and then down to her chest. I unbuttoned her top, leaving her cleavage exposed, but not exposing her breasts – yet. But why wait?

I slid her top down her arms, exposing her breasts. Not big – maybe 32Bs – but that was okay – she had a small frame, and her breasts went great with her body. Gently, I kissed each nipple, making her moan. As I did so, I slid my right hand up her skirt and started playing with her clit, causing her to moan even louder.

Her hands had stayed inactive while I was doing this, but now she started doing things with them. First, she unbuckled my belt, pulling it all the way through my belt loops in one fell swoop. I stopped for a moment.

“Where did you learn to do something like that?” I asked.

“Every guy in Texas wears a belt,” she said with a wicked smile. “Let’s say that a lot of them found themselves without a belt in my presence.”

I wasn’t quite sure what to think of that comment. You know, it said to me that she had definitely gotten very experienced sexually, and that I was really going to enjoy this, but at the same time, it made me feel a little jealous that the girl of my fantasies for the last few years had been fucking all these Texans –

OH FUCK IT. Why should I care how many guys she’s slept with? The point was, she was sitting on my lap, two thirds naked, and I was about to be the guy sticking my dick in her tight pussy!

“Lift your ass up a moment,” she said.

I did so, and in one swift motion, she had my jeans down to my knees, causing my cock to spring straight upwards. Natalie didn’t waste any time, but quickly engulfed my cock in her warm, inviting pussy.

You know, many sex experts have said that human beings revert to their basic, primal instincts during sex. As Natalie started fucking me, I couldn’t have agreed with them more.

As she sat there, her hot, tight wet twat sliding up and down like a sheath on my cock, she stared into my eyes. It looked like they were burning. Then, I swear to God I heard her growl. Not like a friendly “rrrr”, but like something you would hear come out of a bobcat’s mouth just before it jumped on a deer. For a moment, I thought she was going to go praying mantis and eat me.

But no. Instead, grabbing my hands, she threw her head back, stretched both our arms out as far as they would go, braced her feet against the back of the couch, and started pumping up and down on my cock as hard as she could. She was doing it so hard, I felt like I was being fucked. She was slam fucking me like a sex-starved nymphomaniac who hadn’t seen a dick in over a year (later I would find out just how true that thought was, but that’s another story for another time).

Well, this was driving me crazy. Here I was, fucking the girl who I had fantasized about every time I had fucked a girl for the last several years, and I was being fucked as if there was no tomorrow. The combined stimulus was enough to drive me to near insanity.

And then, I started growling too. At this point, I almost didn’t realize it was me – I felt almost voyeuristic, as if I was a third party observing two crazy people screwing like their lives depended upon it. Only the knowledge that yes, aslında özgürsün izle I was the guy participating kept me grounded in reality.

Natalie pulled herself back forward, dangling her tits in my face. I gently began nipping at her nipples, causing her to howl in delight. Then, she started to lift herself all the way off my cock and slam herself back down, causing me to penetrate extremely deeply with each thrust, brushing her cervix each time.

At this point, she went from howling to straight up screaming. Not a continuous scream, mind you, and not very high pitched, either. But it was loud, and sure to attract attention.

However, only the “outside observer” part of my mind realized this. The “caveman” part was far too busy fucking like crazy. At this point, the reality of things was beginning to remind the “observer” part of me of that stupid Bloodhound Gang song – you know, “you and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals”, etc., etc.

Finally, when it seemed like neither of us could take it any longer, Natalie stiffened, pressing her boobs up against my face and digging her fingernails deeply into my back as she had, literally, a screaming orgasm. The pain of her fingernails digging into me was just one more stimulus, and it sent me over the top.

Now, you have to realize, at this point, I hadn’t had sex since I had left for CLU in mid-August, and I had some mad blue balls. So, when I exploded into her, I started screaming as well – although it was a “man” scream, deep and throaty.

Finally, we both finished cumming, and it seemed like at that point, common sense returned to both of us. I looked at Natalie. She was a total wreck. Her hair looked like a rat’s nest, her mascara had run all over her face, and she was covered in sweat. And then, I became aware of something else.

THE PAIN!

Oh, holy shit, my back felt like it was on fire. “OW!” I shouted.

Natalie looked at me, and then drew her hands away from my back, realizing that they were covered in my blood. “Oh my God!” she said. “Oh my God! Oh, I am so sorry!”

She stood up, trying to decide what to do. “Jesus, Chris, I am so sorry.”

I just sat there, staring at her. I opened my mouth to say something, but all that came out was “OW!”

It looked like she was almost about to break down into tears, and then she seemed to have an idea. Grabbing me by the hand, she said, “Come with me.”

“OW!”

She led me into the bathroom, told me to strip (good-bye Kingsmen Football t-shirt!), and get into the shower. I did so, and she turned the water on. The cold stream of water hitting my back felt good at first, and then it turned hot.

“OW!”

Despite my continued shouts of pain, Natalie gently cleaned up my back. Then she turned the water off, very carefully swabbed my back dry with a clean towel, and went to work with the bacitracin.

“SON OF A BITCH!”

She looked at me with amusement. “Well, that’s an improvement over ‘OW’.”

I just gritted my teeth. She finished putting the anti-bacterial ointment on my back, and then got gauze and bandage tape to cover it all. When she was done, I looked like a disaster straight out of an emergency room.

I stood there in the shower, still in a bit of pain. She sat on the bathroom floor, still naked but for the skirt bunched up around her waste, and still looking like a mess. Despite that, looking at her, my cock started to harden again.

She looked at it, then looked at me, and then smiled. Kneeling in front of me, she gently kissed the tip of my cock, and then began to take it into her mouth a little bit at a time.

Now, if she had been able to deep throat me, I would’ve thought she was a freak. She wasn’t able to, but she did take a decent portion of my dick into her mouth. Slowly, she bobbed up and down my rigid shaft. As I watched my cock disappear in and out of her mouth, I felt my second orgasm of the evening start to bubble to the surface.

I will say, Natalie is a very talented cock-sucker. I don’t know where she learned those talents, I don’t want to know, and quite frankly, I don’t care. As it was, though, her skills had me about to cum within ninety seconds.

As I felt my cock begin to pulsate irregularly in that sure sign that I’m about to cum, I warned her. She smiled, pulled my cock from her mouth, and began jacking me off with her hand.

A few seconds later, I stiffened, and then blew. My cum shot out, straight onto her waiting tongue. Four, five, six jets, and then it was just little dribbles that she let drop onto her tits. She closed her mouth, swallowed, and when she re-opened her mouth, the cum was gone.

I spent that night with Natalie. I’ve dated her for the six months since then. We’ve fucked in some of the craziest places, ranging from behind the Gumby/Luther statue to the office of one of our professors. We even had Ellen join in with us one time, but that’s another story.

For now, just suffice it to say, the man-whore and the nympho are quite happy together.

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Chapter 23: The Escapee

The music blared from the stereo as Danger sped down Highway 33 through the heart of Oklahoma. It was Friday afternoon and he was on his for a workout with a minor league baseball team near Oklahoma City. He had rented a black Ford Mustang convertible and was loving every second of stretching its legs on the open road.

Just past the town of Cushing he noticed someone hitch-hiking on the shoulder of the road. As he approached he could make out the slender figure of a female; she was tall and very trim. Intrigued, he began slowing down to pick her up. As he approached he was able to make her out more clearly. The first thing he noticed was her clothes. She looked like she went to a private school since she was wearing the typical schoolgirl outfit. She wore a navy blue sleeveless sweater over a crisp white blouse, a blue and gray plaid pleated skirt that showed most of her slender, white thighs, and navy blue socks that stretched from her black, polished shoes to her knees. She had very short brown hair, a small face with a cute nose and pouty lips. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of small, round sunglasses. Danger stopped in front of her and her blue eyes gazed over the top of her sunglasses as she looked at the car before turning to him.

“Nice wheels,” she began, “Where ya headed?”

“OK City,” came Danger’s response, “Where are you trying to get?”

“That sounds good to me. I’m just trying to escape from my prison of a private school for the weekend,” the girl replied.

“Hop in,” Danger said as he cleared some stuff of the passenger seat and tossed it into the cramped back seat. The girl dropped her knapsack in the back, opened the passenger door, and plopped into the seat. “My name’s Danger, by the way.”

“Hi, I’m Kirsten,” the brunette replied seconds before Danger pulled away and accelerated down the highway. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the head rest as she felt the wind blow through her short hair. “God it feels good to be out of that place for a while,” she said happily. “They are so fuckin’ strict there that it’s almost impossible to sneak a guy in or sneak out to find a guy to get some. Just to get out this morning I had to get two girls to pretend to fight just so I could sneak away to the bathroom and climb out of the window. The head mistress is probably in a panic now, although I think she’s just looking for an excuse to expel me.”

“It sounds like those two girls are going to be in some hot water. They’ll probably be looking for some payment when you get back,” Danger replied.

“Yeah,” Kirsten said, tilting her head to think for a moment. “They’re both horny lesbians so they’ll probably want me to munch their fuckin’ cunts and I’ve seen them look at my body in the shower. They probably want to fuck me with a huge dildo or something.” Danger’s cock started to stir at the thought of this hot, slender girl on her hands and knees with a thick, black dildo pounding her cunt. Although it’s hard enough to find enough time alone to get yourself off, let alone trying to hide two or three people. I haven’t had an orgasm in months. Although…” her sentence trailed off as she starting looking around. Kirsten then lifted her ass off the seat and pushed her skirt behind her back so that she was longer sitting on it. She then reached up under her skirt and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and shimmied them off her hips and down her thighs to her knees before sitting back down. Danger looked over to see her gray, cotton panties around her knees before she slid them down her calves and off her feet. She then picked them off the floor and tossed them in the air behind her; the wind caught them and blew them into a large, open field beside the highway. Kirsten then slid forward in her seat and pulled the front of her skirt up revealing her furry, black bush and creamy, white hips. She spread her thighs and began rubbing her slit with her right hand.

“Oh, that feels good,” she purred as her fingers began to separate her swelling pussy lips. “Hmmm, I haven’t done this in a long time.” As her labia separated her sweet juices began to seep out onto her fingers. Periodically she would stop rubbing herself and bring her fingers to her mouth to lick her juices off. Eventually Kirsten found her clit which caused a load moan to escape her lips and her hips to buck. Danger’s attention was divided between the road in front of him and his passenger’s cunt. As he began a long straight stretch of highway he looked down between her legs just in time to see the tip of her middle finger penetrate her glistening lips and slip into her moist pussy. Kirsten then slipped off her shoes, put her feet up on the dash of the car, and let her knees fall apart. While her right hand continued on with her pussy she brought her left hand up to rub her clit. Danger could now smell the aroma of her excited pussy as she managed to slip two more fingers into her snatch. Kirsten’s head was back, her eyes were shut, and her mouth was open as she moaned and gasped with each thrust of her long, slender fingers into her body.

Suddenly her back arched and she screamed out as he cunt started spasming in orgasm. Danger couldn’t decide whether 1864 izle to look at the road or at the half naked girl getting herself off just inches away. Her body trembled for a few moments before relaxing, she brought her hands from between her legs to her lips and began cleaning her fingers off again. When she was satisfied that they were clean, she pushed her skirt back down over her pussy and slipped her feet back into her shoes.

“Are you from Oklahoma City or just visiting?” Kirsten the asked with in an amazingly casual attitude after what had just happened.

“Uh, I’m going to a workout for a minor league ball team,” he managed to stammer. “Do you have anywhere to stay when you get to the city?” he asked.

“Not yet,” she replied, “but my father gave me his credit card when I left home before this term, so I can probably get a room somewhere. That’ll get him angry too. I’ll have to make sure to order a lot of room service. Hey, since you were kind enough to pick me up why don’t we share a room and I’ll put it on Daddy’s card.” After seeing what she did in the car Danger couldn’t wait to see what she would do in the privacy of a hotel room so there was no way he was turning that offer down.

“Sounds good to me,” he said with a smile as he subconsciously pushed a little harder on the accelerator trying to get to their destination that much faster. Kirsten dozed off after another half hour or so sand slept the rest of the way into the city. Once into the city, the noise of the traffic woke her up. Groggily she asked where they were and Danger replied that they had made it to Oklahoma City and he was heading for the Holiday Inn that he could see just down the street. Danger pulled into the parking lot and immediately got out to stretch his legs; he and Kirsten then went inside to get a room. Kirsten strode up to the reception desk and asked for a room with a double bed for two nights. As the girl behind the desk found the key to the room, Kirsten turned to Danger and winked. At that point Danger suddenly knew that he was going to enjoy this weekend whether he had a good workout tomorrow or not.

As they made their way to their room they decided to go out and get something to eat and then hit the nearest bar for some drinking and dancing. Kirsten said that she wanted to have a shower first and maybe replace her underwear. When they got to the room Danger sat down on the bed and started watching television as Kirsten dug her toiletries out of her bag and headed off to the bathroom. He heard the water in the shower turn on as he laid back to watch the baseball game that found on TV. He saw some movement come from the bathroom and when he looked toward the door he found that he could see part of Kirsten’ reflection in the mirror. The movement he had seen was her taking off her sweater. Since he couldn’t see the front half of her body, she didn’t seem to be doing anything while she was undoing the buttons of her blouse, but then he saw it fall from her shoulders and down her arms to reveal the back of her small, white bra. The bra followed next and then her skirt. Since she had thrown her panties out of the car, Danger could now see her round ass cheeks as she bent over to roll her knee-high socks down her legs before pulling them off her feet. She then disappeared into the shower.

About ten minutes later, Danger heard the water turn off and he immediately looked towards the bathroom for a glimpse of Kirsten naked. However she dried herself off in the shower where Danger couldn’t see her. She then strolled out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around her body that was just long enough to cover her wet pubic hair. She had apparently forgotten her deodorant as she dug it out of her bag.

“That feels so much better,” she said to no one in particular as she applied the clear gel under arms as sauntered back into the bathroom. She appeared seconds later with another towel with which she was rubbing her short, black hair. “Have you decided where you wanna eat?” she asked. Danger replied that whatever she wanted would suit him fine. “You may want to reconsider that statement,” she said as she kneeled on the bed and crawled toward to him. “Because I want some cock!” she said excitedly as she pulled off the towel covering her naked body. Danger got his first glimpse of her small, but perfectly round and firm tits with their long, hard, pink nipples. her stomach was flat and still glistened with moisture. Her black bush was still wet and tangled from the shower. She had the button and zipper of his jeans undone in a flash and was pulling them down along with his boxers. Once his hardening cock was free, her hands left his pants and went to that. One went around the base while the other began stroking the shaft. Kirsten was licking her lips as she watched his prick grow past seven inches, and then past eight inches until it finally reached its full nine inches.

Slowly she lowered her head and kissed the purple head of Danger’s cock and then licked it a few times before parting her lips and taking him into her warm mouth. Her tongue moved form the head to shaft as, inch by inch, his rod disappeared into her mouth. Once she had as much in her mouth as she could take, 1899 izle she closed her lips around his rock-hard shaft and began slowly bobbing her head up and down. She began stroking the bottom of his shaft with her tongue as she picked up her pace. Kirsten still had one hand on the base of Danger’s prick, but the other hand was now free and found its way between his legs. She took his balls in the palm of her hand and began gently massaging them.

“Oh fuck, that’s feel awesome,” Danger said as he put one hand on the back of her neck and started clutching the bed sheets with the other. He could feel a load of cum bubbling up from his balls getting ready to burst out in Kirsten’s hungry mouth. Kirsten was now stroking and sucking his cock at the same time trying to get Danger’s cock to surrender its load. Once it did she swallowed every drop of hot, sticky cum that it deposited in her mouth.

“Mmmm, tasty,” she said as she licked her lips clean of any cum that may have seeped out of her mouth. Danger sat up and went to grab her hips to throw her down on the bed, but she stood up too quickly for him to get her. “You’ll have to wait until later to get any more,” Kirsten said as she sauntered back towards the bathroom, her round ass cheeks wiggling as she moved. Danger tucked his cock back into his pants and got up off the bed and walked to the bathroom door where she found Kirsten dressed again and rolling her knee high socks back up her legs.

“It’s getting late, we should grab a bite to eat and then go do something,” she said as she saw him appear in the doorway. Once Kirsten was fully dressed again, including another pair of gray, cotton panties, they left the hotel and started wandering down the street. They stopped at the first fast food restaurant they came across and grabbed something to eat. They asked the guy behind the counter where the closest bat was and he gave them directions. They arrived at the bar and quickly began drinking and before long both of them were starting to feel it pretty good. Kirsten then wanted to dance and the two of them made their way through the crowd to the dance floor. Due to the crows they had to dance close together; Danger’s hands were all over Kirsten’s body. He ran his fingers up the back of her smooth thighs and tucked them under the hem of her skirt and ran along the edge of her panties before pulling them out and cupping her firm ass cheeks. Kirsten responded by grinding her body against Danger’s. She could feel his cock hardening through his pants so she rubbed her crotch against it as her hardening nipples poked into his chest.

They continued dancing this way for the next few hours until the bar closed and they set off back for their hotel. During the ride up on the elevator Kirsten flung her arms around Danger and plunged her tongue into his mouth. They groped each other during the entire trip and Danger got his hands under her skirt again and had just began rubbing her crotch through the thin material when the doors opened. They broke their embrace and jogged down the hall to their room. Kirsten fumbled with the keys in her drunken state, but finally got the door open. Danger shut the door and picked Kirsten up in the fireman’s lift and carried her over to the bed. She was laughing as he dropped her on the bed and flipped off her shoes before kneeling down and sliding his hands up the insides of her thighs. Kirsten trembled lightly as Danger’s fingers reached the crotch of her panties and slipped inside. He quickly found her moist slit causing her to arch her back and moan. Danger could already feel her excited clit protruding before he pulled his hands out of her underwear and pulled them down her long, slender legs. He inhaled the scent of her musky snatch from the damp crotch before tossing them aside and draping her legs over his arms. Slowly Danger’s head moved between Kirsten’s thighs until he was just millimeters from her glistening snatch.

His tongue jutted out and penetrated her wet lips causing Kirsten moan even louder. Danger slid his tongue up and down the insides of her rubbery labia making Kirsten wetter and wetter with each stroke. Kirsten used one hand to pull her skirt up out of Danger way while her other other hand pulled her blouse out of her skirt and slid along her smooth stomach to grab one of her heaving tits through the thin material of her bra. As Danger began rubbing her magic button, Kirsten started to shimmy out of her sweater before pulling her blouse open and squeezing both tits. The flimsy cups of her bra were quickly pushed up allowing to her squeeze and pinch her long, hard nipples.

“Oh God, eat my pussy,” Kirsten barked as Danger pushed closer and closer to orgasm. She had finished disposing of her blouse and bra leaving her only in her skirt and stockings. Danger quickly relieved her of the skirt and flung it across the room. While he was munching her pussy he had been getting out of his own clothes in preparation of sinking his long, hard cock into Kirsten’s soft cunt. She was now begging to be fucked so he grabbed her hips and roller her over onto her stomach and then dragged her off the bed so that she was kneeling on the floor in front of him, her wet cunt ass jutting out at him lewdly. 28 korkunç gün izle He quickly placed the head of his long shaft between her labia and began pushing into her. Kirsten spread her legs as he did so and Danger’s rod sank in about five inches before he pulled out and pushed back into her again.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” she was ordering as Danger’s thrust increased in pace and force until he was humping her hard enough for his thighs to make an audible smack against her ass. Kirsten could feel her orgasm building between her legs preparing to explode all over her body. The soft, smooth walls of her cunt were making Danger’s prick ache to release a load of hot cum deep within Kirsten’s slender body. He was now slamming into her cunt making up for how she had teased him before by walking away after going down on him. He was completely lost in the moment as he humped her cunt until he felt his cum shooting through his cock. Grabbing her hips, Danger thrust in one last time and stayed buried inside her as stream after stream of his cum shot from his prick and coated Kirsten’s insides. The hot cum splattering over her insides triggered Kirsten’s own intense orgasm causing every muscle in her body to spasm as he grabbed the bed sheets in her hands and screamed and moaned in ecstasy. Her trembled with excitement as the orgasm rippled through her body. It took almost a minute for her climax to subside at which point her cunt released its grip on Danger’s cock and he pulled his slick rod out of her.

Kirsten quickly turned and pushed Danger down on the floor and immediately took his flaccid cock into her mouth. Her tongue worked quickly to clean away the mixture of cum and pussy juice that coated the long shaft. Kirsten also succeeded in coaxing it back to its full nine inch length so that she could taste his salty cream again. She lifted her head off his prick and positioned herself between his legs. Then she ran her tongue down the bottom of his shaft and down to his balls which she took in her mouth and sucked gently while jacking him off. When he said he was going to cum she quickly took his prick back into her mouth so that she could catch the explosion of cum. She didn’t have to wait long; no sooner did she close her lips around his shaft than the head of his cock erupted filling her mouth with his stick jizm. After swallowing the whole load she promptly stood up, pulled off her knee high stockings and jumped into bed.

“Turn out the lights when you come to bed,” she said casually as she rolled over onto her stomach and began dozing off. Danger used the bathroom, turned off the lights, and joined her under the sheets. he tickled her ribs but got no response. She was already fast asleep from the night’s activities.

Danger woke up the next morning to find the rain pouring down outside the hotel room window. He grabbed the phone and called one of the coaches of the ball team he was trying out for and found out that the workout was cancelled due to the rain and the fact that the field had been struck by lightning overnight. As he put the phone down, Danger thought the weekend was wasted by driving all the way to Oklahoma City for nothing. but then he turned around and saw the gorgeous, naked girl in bed with him and quickly reversed that decision.

When Kirsten woke up she found Danger had ordered room service and was eating breakfast. She came out of the bedroom with one of the bed sheets wrapped loosely around her naked body. She sat down and started into an apple.

“Man it’s pissing out there,” she said after swallowing. “What’s up for today?”

“My workout’s been cancelled so whatever you wanna do I guess,” Danger responded. Kirsten nodded and continued with her apple. After finishing her breakfast, she announced she was going for a shower and stood up. She unwrapped the sheet from her body and rolled it up in a ball before tossing it playfully at Danger. He pretended that he was going to chase after her which made her dart off to the bathroom. Danger continued with his breakfast until he heard Kirsten start the shower and get in. A few minutes later he got up from the table and went into the bathroom where he found her standing under the shower rinsing the shampoo out of her hair. Her naked skin glistened as the water poured down her body. Danger quickly shed his boxers and climbed in with her and they entered into a long kiss with their tongues wrestling with each other. One of his hand quickly found its way between her thighs and began rubbing back and forth over wet swelling labia. Kirsten ground her cunt against Danger’s hand as she slid one of hers down to grip his hardening cock and slowly began stoking him. When Danger’s fingers slipped between her lips, Kirsten let go of his cock and put her hands on the walls of the shower to steady herself as her excitement grew between her legs. Danger broke the kiss and knelt in front of her pausing to suck and kiss each of her hard nipples as he went. She gently pushed her thighs apart and moved his head up against her crotch before flicking his tongue out against her rubbery lips. Kirsten moaned as she felt her juices starting to churn deep within her box. back and forth over her lips went Danger’s tongue before they parted and he was able to taste her sweet nectar and slip his tongue into her pussy. He circled the opening to her love canal before bringing his tongue forward over her growing clit. Her knees buckled slightly and gasped as her magic button folded under his tongue.

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