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Conningsby was one of those war time aerodromes that had undergone continuous expansion so now its buildings were a hotchpotch of different styles and eras. It had grown into itself, and its aircraft recognised this. There were the state of the art fast jet fighters in hangers alongside the more stately vintage aircraft. The big four engined bomber over shadowing its modern counterparts.

I was here for the vintage aircraft, my interests in them ridiculed as I was a young female, but it gave me pleasure, so what the hell? Right now I was stood in a hangar, trailing behind a guided tour as I marvelled up at the black skinned behemoth towering over me, her sleek lines silent and still like a hunter.

“You’ll miss the tour,” a man said quietly.

Glancing after the tour in the far distance of the hangar, I shrugged and turned a smile on the man. “I’ll catch them up,” I said with a shrug. “I was just admiring the Lanc.” And him. He was tall and cute and that Scottish accent of his was divine.

“She is quite something,” he said as he turned to look up with me. “A wonderful ride.”

“You’ve been up in her?” I asked in jealous awe.

He raised his eyebrows then looked pointedly down at his arm where the airman’s insignia were sewn to the flight overalls. “I’m the Gunner.”

“You lucky bastard,” I breathed as I gazed up at the Lanc again.

“True,” he admitted with a rueful grin. “The tour has just left the hangar.”

“Oh!” I turned to look at the door as it swung shut and blushed. “I really must catch them up.” Not that I wanted to.

“Well,” he said slowly. “I could give you a closer look at the lady herself, then get you back to the visitor centre in time.”

I looked after the tour, then made a fast decision. “OK,” I agreed with a dazzling smile. “I’m in your hands.”

His eyes glittered at that, but I pretended to ignore it and followed his tall frame towards the covered wheels. Running my fingers over the struts, a gentle sigh passed my lips as I gazed up at the wing over my head.

“Sounds like you are enjoying this,” he said as he watched me closely.

“She’s beautiful,” I answered with a flash of a smile. “You are so lucky.”

“I am,” he agreed as he glanced up at the cockpit. “Come look at this.” Leading me towards the tail, he swung open the entrance hatch and waved me forward.

Resting my hands on the edge, I leaned forward on tiptoe to look up into the fuselage. “Want to swap lives?” I asked seriously

“No thanks,” he laughed. Wrapping his hands quickly around my waist, I barely had time to draw breath for a scream before he lifted me off my feet and into the hatchway. “Budge up,” he ordered as he braced his hands to either side and pulled himself up behind me.

“Should we be in here?” I asked nervously.

“Hell no,” he laughed. “But I’m in charge of shutting up shop today and the door is locked behind us.”

“Wow,” I breathed. Turning around, I looked up the fuselage, everywhere painted a pale grey. “No-one will ever believe this.”

“I should hope not,” he said as he squeezed past and began to make his way up towards the nose. “This ever gets out I’m busted out the service.”

“My lips are sealed,” I promised as I followed him. There was a curious smell of leather, oil and something quite metallic as I made my way deeper into the belly of the bomber. otele gelen escort Clambering over the main spar, I tumbled into his hands as he caught my balance. Smiling nervously, I shivered at his touch and prayed my suddenly hard nipples didn’t show through my T-shirt.

“This is where the Radio Operator sits,” he explained as he clambered up under the pilots position and into a small cubicle.

“I’m impressed,” I said as I surveyed the nerve centre of the bomber. “How many flights have you done up to now?”

“A few,” he said with a frown. “Would have to check my flight logs to be sure.”

“Ah well, I’ll never find out the answer then,” I teased with a flirty smile.

“That’s up to you,” he said with a disarming stare.

“What?”

“Have you any idea how cute you are? I’m used to seeing middle aged men and geeks round here. You are cute,” he added to reinforce the statement.

“Me?!”

“Yes, you,” he said, and moved forward, capturing me against the bombers frame. “What’s your name?”

“Catherine. My friends call me Cat for short.”
“Cute,” he declared again, and kissed me.

For a moment I was shocked, then the electricity between us took over and I dove into the kiss. My tongue twined with his as his hands wrapped about my waist again and he leaned up against me, his body hard against mine. Sliding a hand around his neck, I smiled against his lips as he groaned deep in his throat. He tasted so damned good.

“What’s your name?” I whispered as we broke apart.

“Mike,” he said as he ran a finger around my hairline. Placing a kiss on the end of my nose, I giggled as it was so at odds with how he looked in military uniform. “Are you here with anyone?”

“On my own,” I answered instantly.

“No boyfriend?”

“Not any more,” I said with a shrug.

“Even better,” he said, then he moved in for another kiss, this time softer and deeper. We took our time, tasting and testing one another as we settled in to a more comfortable position in the fuselage.

“Cat?”

“Hmm?”

“If I make love to you now, will you try and stop me?”

I looked up into his glittering eyes and felt myself melt. He was so damned hot. By way of answer I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him against me in a hot, hungry kiss. Sliding down onto the main spar, I pulled him up against me, my legs either side of his hips as his arms went around my waist and cradled my buttocks in his large hands.

I moaned softly as his fingers dug into me, flexing and testing me as he deepened the kiss. Sliding his hands up my back I gasped as he moved them around to the front and cupped my breasts, his thumbs gliding over my taut nipples.

“So hard,” he breathed as he looked down at them, a glitter of need in his eyes. “So aroused.”

“You are sure no-one will come in?” I asked as I glanced back down at the patch of light through the entrance hatch.

“Positive,” he agreed. “I locked up the hangar.”

Nodding at this, I leaned back and took hold of the waist edge of my shirt. Pulling it up my body, I dragged it over my head and tossed it away. Pulling my shoulders back, I thrust my breasts up towards him, the soft lace of the bra highlighting the erect nipples.

“God yes.” He bent his head and took one of the nipples pendik escort in his mouth, the lace wetting with his saliva as he rolled and teased it with his tongue. Moaning softly, I stroked my fingers on the back of his neck, pushing them down inside his overalls and shirt.

Without moving his mouth from my breasts, Mike unzipped his overalls and pushed them down to his waist for me. Pressing my hands to his lower back, I slowly slid my hands upwards, feeling the hardness of the muscles under them as he went stiff at my touch.

“I think I want this off,” I said as I pulled his T-shirt from the waist of his overalls. Dragging it up his body, I tugged it over his head and threw it to join mine. Looking at his torso in the shadows, I ran my fingers over his chest then pulled him back into a kiss, pressing my breasts up against him.

“That feels so good,” Mike whispered as we leaned against one another, enjoying the touch of bodies for a few moments.

“Feels very good,” I corrected with an impish smile. “Now somebody mentioned making love to me.”

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” he teased. Pulling me up against his body, he kissed down my neck and across my shoulder, taking his time to carefully place the delicate kisses. Reaching the bra strap, he slowly slid it off my shoulder, his warm breath caressing my skin as he did so. Sighing softly, I leaned in to kiss his throat, my tongue touching his hot skin as I did so.

“Cat,” he breathed as he closed his eyes to control himself.

“You like?” I asked as I slowly licked up his throat.

“That feels amazing,” Mike told me. Looking into his eyes, I held my breath at the look of pure glittering lust in them. They mirrored mine.

Diving into a hot kiss, I reached behind my back and flicked open the bra. Tossing it aside I guided his hands to my breasts and together we played with them, teasing and twisting the nipples and kneading the flesh.

By the time we moved on I was breathing in short ragged gasps, my body heavily aroused and desperate for his touch. When he reached down to unfasten my trousers I did not even give a token protest, I just needed him so badly. Raising myself as he tugged the jeans off, his fingers played with the edge of my lace panties, the rough skin of his hands sending shivers the length of me.

“You are so wet,” Mike whispered as he nibbled on my ear, his teeth gently tugging at me as his hand carefully cupped my hot sex. Gasping loudly, I closed my eyes and ground myself down into his palm. Chuckling, he eased me back so I leaned against a support strut and placed his mouth back to my breast.

“Mike, please,” I begged softly.

“Soon,” he promised. Moving his hot mouth lower, I wriggled as he circled my belly button, then he was even lower and his hot wet tongue was pushing my panties deep into my pussy, working the rough material up against my hard clit until I was moaning and panting for release.

“You are so horny,” he said with a hot smile as his hands closed on my hips and his tongue went to work again.

Writhing on the beam, my legs opened wider. Placing my feet up on the airframe, I ended up leaning back with my feet higher than his head as I opened myself completely to him. Placing a hand to the back of his head I pushed his face into my pussy as I moaned rus escort softly. My body was on fire and all it wanted and needed was for this sexy airman to screw me.

Looking up at me, his glittering eyes held mine and a wicked smile spread over his damp face. “You are so damn sexy,” he told me as he kissed his way back up my body. Reaching my breasts he bit down on them gently, but it was enough to make me scream softly. Almost instantly his mouth was on mine, silencing me

Kissing him hungrily I dug my fingers into the material of his overalls and struggled to push it down and over his hips. Giggling as his strong fingers linked with mine, we pushed the material away and then I pushed his boxers down. His erection came free and stood out long and hard towards me. He was bigger than average but he looked so bloody tasty I had to suck him before I could go any further.

Sliding off the spar, I knelt down between his feet and leaned back to kiss the underside of his shaft, my tongue running over the hot skin and tasting the salt. He was so hard and hot, and I swore I could feel the blood pumping into him under my hungry tongue.

Running my fingers up the back of his legs, I kneaded his buttocks as he had done mine until it was his turn to moan and gasp for me.

“Shit,” he muttered and grabbed me. Gasping in surprise, I gripped his arms for support as he set me back onto the spar. “Cat, I have to have you,” he explained as he stared down at my glistening pussy.

Stripping off my panties, I wriggled back up against the strut, I spread my legs wide for him and rested my feet back up against the airframe. Reaching down, I opened my pussy and ran a finger over my hard clit several times, a heavy shiver running through my body as I did so.

“I need you,” he breathed as he moved his hard cock up against my pussy. Sliding his fingers into my juices, he smeared them over his shaft then pushed forward slowly, forcing my body to give way to his.

Pulling his face down to mine, I kissed him hard, my moans of arousal lost in his mouth as I swallowed his. Panting heavily as the passage of his entry sent shivers of pleasure through me, I pulled my legs as wide open as I could, knowing that his hard length would bring me even greater pleasure.

Breaking the kiss, I buried my face into his shoulder and held on tight as he thrust deep into me. We both shivered at the sensations it sent coursing through us, and then he moved slowly, easing his way out of me and back in. At first my body was resistant to his size and depth, but then it gave way and I got wetter and hotter as he drove into me time and again, his hands curled around my backside to hold me still as his hot mouth trailed kisses over my face and neck.

“Harder, please,” I begged. Tipping my head back, I groaned as he slammed into me, my breasts swaying with the force

“God yes,” Mike growled. Forcing his way into me, his shaft seemed to grow bigger and harder as we screwed as hard as we could.

A heavy shudder ran through me and my thigh muscles tensed. Grabbing Mike I dragged him down into a kiss and held him there tightly as I began to come, my body wracked by wave after wave of pleasure. Shaking hard, I clung on to him for support as all strength went out of me, leaving only the waves of pleasure still rippling through my core.

Growling, Mike went rigid under my fingers, his cock jerking in me as he came hard. Pulling him to me, I held on tight as he shuddered. Slowly relaxing, he gazed into my eyes and ran a shaking hand over my face, brushing my hair away. Kissing me softly, he chuckled as I giggled and snuggled close.

“Fucking hell,” he breathed. “And I thought today was going to be quiet.”

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CHAPTER 13: THE SISTER

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Introduction: The sexual adventures of a prep school teacher in the 1950s and 1960s. Chapter 11 found him back at his school after an intense month of sex, reported in Chapters 9 and 10. Chapter 12 turned out, after all, not to be the last, because two more chapters are needed to deal with the sister and the mother of Melanie, the girl from Chapter 12.

I thought before I began the previous instalment, that one chapter would cover three, related, women. But Melanie needed more of an account than expected. So on we go to:

The next Saturday, Melanie was outside the grounds again to collect me, but, after some kissing and conversation, she said, ‘I’m afraid I’m out of action today and tomorrow. Mother nature is intervening, which is disappointing for me. But it may not be disappointing for you.’

‘How is that, then?’ I asked.

‘Well, after I told mother and sis all about our time together, Miranda said she’d love you to make her come, too, and when I came on yesterday she offered to take my place. So long as you liked the idea, of course.’

‘Would you mind?’ I asked.

‘Not at all. Poor Manda hasn’t had any joy for ages, since she parted from Dan.’

‘Was she used to coming with him?’

‘Oh yes. I don’t know how she did it, but maybe it was because she has a bigger cloritis than me, as I told you. He did go inside all the time, I do know.’

When we pulled into the driveway of the family mansion, Miranda was waiting, in her overcoat and stout shoes. She could hardly wait for us to draw up before snatching open the driver’s door and looking into her sister’s face expectantly. Obviously Melanie must have given a nod or wink, for Miranda hastened round the car, pulled me out of the passenger seat, threw her arms round me and embarked on a long, sucking kiss. She was clearly eager to take me away for instant intercourse.

‘Let the poor man have some tea first,’ Melanie said. ‘Unlike you, he’s been working all day.’

‘Of course,’ said Miranda, taking my hand and leading me in through the front door, ‘And mummy is keen to say Hallo, too, naturally.’

Joanna was waiting in the sitting-room, with the tea tray in front of the log fire. She rose, shook my hand and then drew me into an embrace, with firm kiss on the lips. ‘Welcome again,’ she bade me. ‘I see you’re ready to come to the aid of my bigger girl, too.’

‘How could I do otherwise?’ I asked. ‘To make love to one beautiful woman is lucky, to make love to two is very heaven.’

We settled to cakes and conversation, with Miranda and me full of anticipation but content to await the moment. Which came when Joanna looked at her older daughter and said, ‘Dinner will be at eight, darling.’

This was our dismissal, and we were shortly in her bedroom. Hardly had she shut the door behind me than she was pressing her lips to mine again and grappling my body to her.

She withdrew, and began throwing off her clothes. She said, ‘Could you do me the massage stuff you did with Mel? I haven’t had that, and it sounds wonderful. I don’t have any trouble with the gasming, though, as she’s probably told you, and I want you inside whenever and however you want.’

I always enjoy watching a woman undress, and this one, already trembling, almost ripped off her crew-necked black sweater and corduroy skirt, followed by her full length silk slip. She then stood a moment in her white bra and briefs. kartal escort

‘Turn round, please,’ I said.

The joy of this was that her bottom was bursting out of the top of the little knickers, which came only half way up her shapely buttocks, leaving a splendid crevasse.

‘Take them off,’ she commanded, and I pulled down the pants for her to step out of.’Straight in,’ she said.

She knelt on the bed, presenting me with her bum. ‘Just get straight in.’

It took only a short while before I was naked, rigidly erect and poised behind her. Her bottom was magnificent, not so much for sheer size, though it was quite large, but because of its side-swelling. Deep buttocks are grand, sticking straight backwards, but lateral width of cheek is also grand, and Miranda’s were impressive in both dimensions. I moulded the mounds with my hands, like a horseman appreciating the quarters of his steed.

‘Don’t wait!’ She ordered. ‘I’m ready, I promise you.’ Taking the weight of her upper body on her forehead in a pillow, she pulled her buttocks apart, to demonstrate her readiness, or to facilitate entry.

And she was assuredly ready. I sank my shaft all the way in at once, and the hot enfoldment all but triggered my ejaculation.

She let go a deep sigh. ‘That’s the way. Oh yes, I need that.’

Still holding them open she jiggled the cheeks and pushed hard back to urge me deeper, if possible. ‘Do the cloritis,’ she said.

It was like a little nut within the squishy labia, and she said, ‘That’s right. Hard as you like. Pump hard, too.’

I twanged the clit like a guitar string, and thrust in and out, almost exiting that hot, hot ski-run of delight before plunging deep again, sometimes through the fingers as she shifted her hold on her buttocks.

I was hovering on the edge, when she began to gasp and call out in staccato bursts of sound, ‘Here it is! Here it is! Now! Now!’

She ground her bum into my stomach and her whole body quivered in ecstasy while her hands now pressed the cheeks together tightly and that was enough to make me come, forcing my cock as hard as I could alongside her cervix. Sperm pumped out of me as if it would never stop and I let out a shout of triumph and delight.

She took her hands away and leaned on her elbows, lifting her head from the pillow. Slurring her words, a little, she said, ‘No time for the massage there. Straight to the organasm.’

‘You and Melanie have such delicious variants on the terms. “Organasm,” “vangina,” “cloritis.” I like them very much.’

‘We got them from mummy. She taught us all about sex when I began my periods, but she was a bit vague about the words.’

She pulled away from me gently and my shrinking penis slid out of her. She turned over and beckoned me down onto the bed into her arms. ‘Mummy had all three of us lying on her bed with our pants down, showing what was what and how it worked. I remember her inviting us to put our fingers up her vangina, not our own, because we might make ourselves bleed by tearing our humens.’

‘Did she get you on the pill, too?’

‘When we were sixteen. Me first, of course. It wasn’t her fault poor Mel thought you had to have a man in there to have an organasm. I’d long since discovered mansturbating, so I knew, but I didn’t know she didn’t know. Mind you, she might have guessed, because after daddy left we used to hear kaynarca escort her mansturbating sometimes at night.’

I said, ‘Melanie did know. She said you told her about the clitoris. You showed her yours, and presumably Joanna had shown you hers.’

‘She did, yes, That’s how we knew the word, or her version of it.’

‘Melanie couldn’t make it work for her, apparently. I think she just rubbed at it without having any sexy thoughts or feelings,’ I suggested.

‘Change of subject,’ she said. ‘It’s nearly dinner time. Let’s get dressed and go down. We could come back later, if you’d like that.’

‘Would you like that?’ I asked.

‘Certainly would. Maybe you could do the massaging then?’

‘Gladly,’ I said. ‘And perhaps then you’ll take off your bra.’

‘Oh yes. No time for that just how. They’re a bit flabby and floppy, but if you want to see them, that’s fine.’

Downstairs, washed and brushed-up, I found Melanie laying the table. Joanna bustled in with plates of food and put them down on place-mats. She said, ‘Judging by the sound-affects you and Manda got on all right.’

‘We jolly well did,’ Miranda commented as she came in.

‘I’m envious,’ said Melanie.

Joanna said quietly, sadly perhaps, ‘Me, too.’

No-one commented on that, but Miranda put a hand on her mother’s a moment.

Dinner and coffee were relaxed, but Miranda was a little fidgety, keen to return to her bedroom, and we were eventually invited to retire.

In her bedroom, she swiftly undressed me and then herself, finishing with the bra, and as she drew it off she said, ‘I did warn you.’

Her breasts were quite large, yes, and they sagged, but they were lovely, and the nipples were enormous, dark, already erecting.

‘Magnificent,’ I said, bending to suck in a nipple, then letting go to ask, ‘Do they like attention? Well, I should find out for myself.’ And I nibbled the same nipple.

She hefted her bosoms towards me and threw back her head in pleasure as I licked and sucked. Then she said, ‘What about this massage, then? The oil is here.’ She lay face down on the bed and I knelt beside her, tipped some oil onto her back and began.

I could hardly wait to get to her bottom, but I did not skimp on the treatment and arrived there without haste. More oil was needed. I poured it into that deep cleavage and began on the buttocks, fingers within the cleft, working outwards to squeeze and smooth the cheeks.

‘I can tell you like my botty,’ she said. ‘And it likes you. I can feel you moving it in my vangina. Your pulling my labials through the bumtocks.’

‘More splendid word variations,’ I said.

‘Would you give the bott a slap or two?’ She asked.

I’m more of a stroker than a smacker, but when a lady asks something…

‘Ooh, yes, that’s about right. The tingling goes inside. Ouch! Not too hard. Yes, that’s it. And the tingling’s gone inside it’s a kind of itch, and it needs scratching.’

‘Like this, perhaps?’ I said, thrustinginto her.

‘That’s right. Course it’s not quite scratching, but it’s doing the trick. Give the bott a bit more tingle?’

I kept smacking both cheeks at once. If her bottom was tingling, my hands were, too. She winced and gasped with pleasure. Her vagina pulsed around me, and I had to hold myself in check. I had promised massage and was only part way.

‘I could kozyatağı escort have an organasm,’ she said, ‘But I think I’ll wait a bit, remembering what Mel said about the massage at the front.’

Her thighs awaited, and I left the now pink cheeks and moved down. She relaxed again. I worked her calves and feet and then told her to turn over.

‘We know where I’m going,’ I said, ‘But shall we start at the top and go down, or with the feet and travel up?’

‘Top,’ she said, ‘Then you can do the boosooms.’

‘Another gem. That makes them sound even more bosomy.’

So I began with her upper pectorals and was soon passing my hands down the columns of her breasts and circling the rigid nipples. Till I eventually applied my lips and drew as much flesh as I could into my mouth and gently munched.

She uttered little ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ of appreciation, and I reflected that these breasts swelling in or after orgasm would be especially noteworthy.

Now was the time for her waist and hips, moving down the groin and onto the mount of Venus. It bore a tangle of wiry hairs, with a line reaching northwards almost to her navel.

I poured more oil into the dark and curly pelt, and she opened her legs wide, revealing long, dark peach minor lips, protruding an inch or two from the confines of the majora.

Those lips were already tumescent and ready glazed, so I glissaded my fingers into the groove and up and down, anus to clitoris, but hardly touching the clitoris, though it was tempting. While clitorises usually point backwards, so to speak, towards the vagina, the can also stick straight out of the labial lair, and when they do they positively inviting sucking.

Miranda’s was not the largest I have seen, but it was a good size, and its little penile glans was irresistible. So, after some passes with oily fingers across it, I bent to took it between my lips, meantime returning to those voluptuous boosooms.

‘This is what you did for Mel, isn’t it? No wonder it gave her the organasm. It’s going to do that to me in a minute. Oh, goodness, goodness, it’s doing it. Aah!’ She broke into little screams and shrieks and her breasts did swell mightily, to my joy.

When I stopped gently kissing the now shrinking clit, I lay beside her, pulled the cover over us. We embraced, and soon slept.

I was awoken by her hand squeezing my penis, which was already hardening as she said, ‘Go the bathroom and then you can go into me, if you like. I owe you one, don’t I?’

No-one was stirring as I went along the corridor naked, and I was soon back, to find she had thrown back the covers and was lying on her back, fingering her vulva.

Without further ado I threw myself between her legs and felt for her vagina.

‘Let me do it,’ she said, ‘Dan would never let me.’ And she guided me.

‘It’ll loosen,’ she said. ‘Just push harder. That’s right. It’s rather nice like this, because I can feel it opening me up. Quick as you like now.’

Slowly I forced in and slowly drew all the way out, so she could reach down and put me back in. Half a dozen repetition and I was about to come.

‘You’re ready, aren’t you? It’s so nice you’re going to do it in me. It feels as if I’m having you. My vangina is making you, isn’t it?’

‘Yes,’ I panted, ‘It’s drinking me. I’m coming! Coming!’

‘I can feel it,’ she said, ‘Right inside. It’s jerking.’

The orgasm seemed to go on much longer than usual, as if the welcome, the hand-help, the initial resistance, all added extra blessings. I lay in her arms, spent and rejoicing, and she kissed my face and shoulders, as if to reward me.

A little later we rose and went to breakfast. Joanna and Melanie hugged us both and kissed us, and Melanie said, ‘He sucked your cloritis, didn’t he?’ Joanna grinned.

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When she first opened the door I was stunned. I don’t know why but it just hadn’t crossed my mind that I could be rooming with a woman and after my recent break up the thought of having another woman in my living space was not one I relished.

But there was a part of me that looked at the situation as opportunity, the part of me that was now scanning up and down the agile looking redhead whose hip propped open the door as she ushered me in.

The apartment was everything I was looking for at a whole lot less than I wanted to pay but I couldn’t get myself past the idea of having another woman in my life so soon.

We did the ‘getting to know you’ bit but I was apprehensive still even though the whole time we sat and talked she was funny and interesting, the other problem I had noticed as she gave me the tour of the place was that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath her pink summer dress and I was having a hard time keeping my attention on the great view of the city as opposed to the great view of her nipples showing through.

– So you like what you see?

I had to shake myself to know that she wasn’t talking about her pert, inviting tits.

– Yeah, the price is reasonable and the place looks great

– Well, I’d like to offer you it but there is one more unwritten clause to the rent agreement.

– What’s that?

– If you want the place we have to fuck.

She said it flatly and without hesitation as if it were nothing to her to offer sex to a perfect stranger. I was speechless, the thought of fucking her had obviously entered my head as it would with any man faced with the slender curves I had followed around the apartment but I was never expecting it to be offered on a platter.

– Ok, I know it sounds weird but hear me out.

I could only nod and make a further concerted effort to ignore the highlights of her nipples on her small but perfect tits.

– I have roomed with guys before and no matter what the situation there’s always a weird tension. Either you get on really well and become friends and wish you’d fucked before you’d gotten so into them or you hate each other from the start. Either way having sex brushes all of that out of the way from the beginning.

I couldn’t believe my luck, not only had I found the perfect apartment and a funny, sexy and intelligent roommate but I was now being offered a no strings sex session as a sweetener to the deal. It had been a while since I’d split up with my girlfriend and moved out of her place and so it had been a while since I’d gotten laid and now the prospect of fucking a pretty little thing like her was already making my dick hard.

– Look its your choice, you can leave now but if you want the place this really is a pre requisite of mine. It’ll be better in the long run, trust me.

With that she gave a küçükçekmece escort long wink and curled a finger, inviting me over. All my better judgment on the pros and cons of sharing my living space with another woman went out of the window and I pushed myself up out of the chair that sat opposite hers.

– Good choice.

She whispered as she sat back a little and let a broad and satisfied smile creep across her face. I walked over to her and she lent on her hands in a gesture that offered those soft breasts that had been tempting me all afternoon. She looked up at me as I stood before her.

– I saw you checking me out the whole time I showed you around, I know you’ve wanted to get your hands on my tits since you arrived.

– Who wouldn’t

– Well they’re all yours now.

She grabbed the waistband of my jeans and pulled me down to her for a long, deep kiss, her tongue diving right into my mouth and filling me with a taste of her. My hands smoothed up the side of her body and rested with my thumbs on the curve underneath her breasts. I slipped down to my knees as her legs parted, allowing the sheer fabric of her dress to ride up, revealing her white, cotton panties.

I slid the string straps of her dress over her pale shoulders and exposed her tits to the cool air of the apartment. They were perfect, small but firm and soft in my hands, I cupped and grabbed them and brought my mouth to the bright pink nipples that highlighted her milky white skin. She moaned and arched her back as I lightly pinched them between my teeth.

I ran my hands up her smooth thighs, slipping them under her dress to grab her hips and pull them into my body while I sucked on her tits voraciously. I scooped my hands beneath her and got two handfuls of her rock hard ass that had danced and teased me as she shimmied around the apartment.

Her hands grabbed my hair and forced my mouth harder against her tits, I hooked my thumbs into her underwear and slid the panties down over her ass so that I could better feel the soft flesh there.

She fumbled with the buttons of my shirt but only managed three before I sunk to meet her pussy, perched on the edge of the sofa. She smelled sweet like maple syrup and her pussy was wet from the attention I had given her tits. I ran a finger over the full length of her slit, my other hand pulling one thigh up to place it over my shoulder, giving me a fantastic view of her open pussy.

I heard her gasp above me as I plunged my tongue into her, open and pink before me; she tasted as good and as sweet as she smelled and she writhed and ground her hips into my face as I buried my tongue deep into her pussy. I took long licks at her, dipping inside her and flicking the tip of my tongue against her swollen küçükyalı escort clit as I moved away. As I looked up I saw her holding her tits, pulling at her nipples and trying to catch her breath.

– Oh god, I need your cock now!

I heard her moan and I needed no further instruction. I left her pussy wet against the couch and leant over her to find another deep kiss, she had forgotten all about my shirt and her focus was now completely on the removal of my jeans. She flicked the buttons loose with ease and ran her hand up and down the fabric restraining my stiffening cock.

In a flash she had freed me from my pants and was making firm, slow strokes with her long fingers wrapped around the shaft of my cock, I don’t think I had ever been harder in my life and it was all due to looking down into her big brown eyes and seeing that she was loving ever minute of it. She built the pressure, working my cock harder and faster, gaining speed and intensity with each exquisite stroke. I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to cum right there, on that pretty, pale face staring up at me with devilish delight. If she did she was going the right way about it and the thought painting her red lips white with my cum wasn’t really helping me hold back.

She obviously sensed this and in strangely aggressive move shoved me back by my hips. With my pants around my ankles I barely kept myself upright but she knew exactly what she was doing, she spun herself around on the sofa and pointed her firm, lily-white ass in my direction.

Just inches from the head of cock she concertinaed her gossamer dress up over the arch of her back and gave me a second view at her peach-like pussy. Nothing needed to be said, I just stepped out of my jeans and forwards into her waiting hole.

I gently pressed the swollen head of my cock against her, slowly parting her pussy lips and allowing me to slip inside.

She was obviously turned on by the situation and it didn’t take much effort until I was all the way in, she looked over one delicate shoulder at me with a wicked smile, quite unlike to innocence I had sensed when I first arrived at her door. She pushed back into me and I felt her ass grind against my crotch, I got the feeling like I was no longer in control of the situation and that she was a girl who knew what she wanted and how to get it.

She reached her hands and long forearms over the back of the sofa and used her hips to glide back and forth on my cock with absolutely no effort on my behalf. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen, the smooth alabaster of her ass working back and forth like a piston, I was in some doubt about how much she would be getting off on this until I heard low moans began to rise from behind the mane of her hair. Her breathing grew heavy maltepe escort and she began to buck back hard against me, the tactile flesh of her ass slapping against my crotch, if that was what she wanted then I was more than happy to oblige.

I reached forward, curling my fingers around her slender hips and pulled her back until I was as deep into her pussy as her ass would let me go. She let out an excited yelp and moved with my thrusts helping me bury my cock deeper and deeper with each meeting of our hips.

She gained speed and aggression in the way she pressed against me, her orgasm building slowly as I fed my cock deep into her, then out of the blue she screamed as her pussy tensed around me.

Her legs gave way and I was left to hold her up by the hips, still plugging my hard cock into her, not letting her come down for an instant. She reached a hand back and placed it on my chest pushing me away from her so she could have a second to breathe.

I watched my cock slid out of her, glistening with her cum and solid as a rock, she turned herself around to face me and grabbing hold of my slippery dick, led me to the arm of the sofa. She hiked herself up so that she was sat on the arm and so that her pussy was inline with my cock then she pulled me forward and pushed me straight back into her waiting slit.

She wrapped her long legs around my back and dug her ankles into my ass to pull me close. Her hips lifted and ground against me and I explored the contours of her back, grasping onto any handful of flesh that I found. I pushed further into her by slipping my hands under her ass and lifting her off the sofa.

She leant back allowing me a full view of her body, naked except for the rumpled pink band that used to be her dress that now circled her stomach. I slipped my hand under her back to support her and with my other I pressed on the mound above her pussy and then ran it up the centre of her body, stopping briefly to take hold of her perfect tits one more time. The view was amazing and I could feel my balls tightening as I was getting ready to cum. I told her and she brought herself back up to meet me.

She slipped a hand between us and pulled me out of her pussy and began working it hard in her fist.

– I want you cum all over me

She said with lust in her voice, every few strokes she would look down at my cock as if it were only there for her enjoyment. I didn’t mind being partially ignored because with her using her cum as lube I was getting ready to give her a taste of my own.

She leant back again and jerked me forcefully as I felt my cock stiffen.

I came hard, the first shot following the arch of her body and hitting her just underneath the chin, she giggled a little as three or four more full shots coated the plain of her stomach and her petite tits.

As I came down she scooped a finger full of cum off one of her pert nipples and sucked on it seductively as she looked me in the eye.

– We’re going to get on just fine.

– Yeah I guess we are.

– I’m Jessica by the way I’ll be your new flatmate.

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The blistering sun had finally loosened it’s grip on the mid June day. The sparrows were chirping in the treetops as they settled down for their evening’s rest, and a comforting coolness filled the air. Shannon had worked in the fields all day baling hay so that the horses would have food during the winter months. Now, freshly showered Shannon stood at the corral gate in a pair of cut off denims, a tank top and cowboy boots.

“Come on Whisper” Shannon cooed to the black and white mare swishing away a fly with it’s tail at the far end of the enclosure.

Shannon held out a carrot to entice Whisper to come over to her. Whisper eventually strolled over to Shannon and that carrot. When the beast had finished the eating the carrot, Shannon gently bridled the mare and lead her out of the corral. She then effortlessly swung herself onto the horse’s back.

“OK Girl, let’s go” Shannon chirped.

Whisper’s hooves thudded softly on the dirt path as they headed out. Shannon’s favorite place to ride was by a creek near the farm. The water babbled on some rocks as they continued on. The air smelled fresh and clean as the sun made it’s decent to the west.

Shannon’s long hair flowed softly down her back, still a little damp from her shower. She hummed softly to her self. Whisper dipped her head every now and then to grab a bite of a tasty sliver of grass. Further ahead was Shannon’s favorite place along the creek. It was a clearing lush with wild flowers, and a little waterfall. It was the perfect spot for a girl to relax after a hard days work. Horse and rider continued on their leisurely pace when suddenly Shannon heard what she thought was a splash.

“Whoa girl” Shannon whispered as istanbul escort she pulled lightly on the reins.

Shannon listened for a few minutes, then not hearing anything more she urged the mare on with a slight squeeze of her heels. As Shannon got to her clearing she saw a pile of clothes strewn on the bank, and a well muscled black horse tethered to a nearby tree.

“I should leave” Shannon’s mind kept repeating as she sat there on Whisper. She looked from the pile of clothes then back at the black horse who was contentedly munching on some grass.

It was then that Shannon caught some movement in the creek out of the corner of her eye. She looked towards the creek and her nipples began to tingle. She could feel her cheeks turning red. It was Kelly, the stable hand from the farm next door.

Shannon’s mind went back to the first time she met Kelly at a neighbor’s barn dance. His jeans had fit just right, and all night long Shannon had hoped that Kelly would ask her to dance, but alas, it never happened. Now there she sat with Kelly’s strong male body before her.

“Don’t just sit there, come on in the water’s great” Kelly said.

Shannon continued to sit there willing herself to turn around and head for home.

“I didn’t think anyone would be here” Shannon mumbled shyly.

“It’s OK. You aren’t bothering me.” Kelly said as he began walking towards her.

Kelly remembered Shannon from that barn dance too. He remembered how nicely Shannon’s body had filled out her tiny sundress. He had wanted to ask her to dance, but he had a hard time pealing the other women off of him, and before he knew it the night kadıköy escort was over. He hadn’t seen her again until now.

“Damn, she’s beautiful” Kelly thought to himself as he continued heading her way.

“What are you doing?” Shannon asked shyly.

“Well, if you aren’t going to come to me, I’m going to have to come to you” Kelly said huskily.

Kelly moved closer, and now was half way out of the water. Shannon tried hard to look away, but Kelly was the most beautiful piece of manhood Shannon had ever seen. Water dripped from the ringlets of his dark, shoulder length hair. A soft down covered his chest, and his cock was beginning to get hard.

Shannon sat there as if in a trance. Kelly walked up to her and gently lifted her from Whispers back. He set Shannon down softly in a bed of wild flowers and looked at her.

“You are such a beautiful lady” Kelly said gently.

“Thank you” Shannon said quietly.

Kelly kissed Shannon softly on the lips. Kelly then moved to her neck and earlobes. She trembled not believing what was happening. She then wrapped her arms around Kelly and felt the strong masculine muscles of his back.

Shannon kicked of her cowboy boots, as Kelly got her out of her tank top. Kelly smiled when he discovered Shannon wasn’t wearing a bra. Her size 36C breasts with their hard nipples danced before him. Kelly’s hands wandered to those breasts squeezing and teasing until Shannon thought she would loose her mind.

Next Kelly’s lips discovered her breasts while his hands found the snap to the cut off denims. He got her out them as his lips traveled down her torso. Kelly gently kağıthane escort freed Shannon from her panties, and then put his tongue to work between Shannon’s legs.

“Oh yes!” Shannon moaned.

Electric currents surged through Shannon’s body as Kelly’s tongue continued to lap up every last drop.

“MMMMM, I’m going to cum!” Shannon cried.

Her luscious body bucked and thrashed as wave after wave flowed threw her.

“Do you want me?” Kelly asked huskily

“Oh yes, yes. I want you.” Shannon moaned.

“Let me taste you first.” Shannon said quietly.

“Sure thing.” Kelly moaned.

He laid down next to Shannon, and she kneeled over him grasping his throbbing member gently. She ran her finger tips up and down the length of him for a few minutes. Next she did the same with the tip of her tongue. Precum oozed from Kelly’s swollen member as Shannon took his length into her mouth. Shannon sucked and continued to tease him with the tip of her tongue.

“Oh, Honey that feels so good.” Kelly groaned, “but I want to be in that hot pussy of yours.”

“OK” Shannon whispered.

Kelly sat up and kissed her, their tongues entwining, deliciously tormenting each other further. Once again Kelly laid Shannon down in the bed of wild flowers. Shannon could feel Kelly’s hardness at the lips of her opening, then the next thing she knew he was inside her, throbbing and pulsating, filling her entire being.

“Ohhh!” Shannon moaned.

She wrapped her legs around him as if to keep him captive. She never wanted this feeling to end. Shannon lost track of how many orgasms washed over her body. Kelly lavished her with little kisses as he grunted and moaned above her. Finally with one last thrust his hot cum shot deep into her wanting pussy.

They lay together spent for what seemed like forever. Eventually they got up and washed themselves off in the creek. They dressed, and Kelly gathered the horses he gave Shannon a boost onto Whisper’s back and got on his black. As darkness began to fall they rode off hand in hand.

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I walk in first, you’re close behind me.

You close the door and spin me around. Grabbing my face and kissing me deeply. I bite your lip gently and your hands trace along my back.

You pick me up and pull my legs up around your hips so I can feel your erection through your jeans.

You’re walking us towards the bed, locked in the passionate embrace, tongues beginning our exploration of bodies.

I’ve got my legs around your waist, you lower me onto the bed and I quickly undo your belt, buttons and zip of your jeans.

You are ripping off your shirt and mine and I’m wriggling out of my pants.

You’re hungry, you’ve been waiting so long for this moment. Your hands are everywhere, pushing me down onto my back, our clothes are a pile at our feet.

You’re kissing my neck, slowly working down to my breasts and nipples, licking down to my belly button, where you slow slightly before bringing your hands down to gently caress where your tongue has been only moments before… Squeezing my breasts and running your thumb over my now erect nipple.

Kissing down past my belly button to my pubic mound taking deep breaths inhaling the musky sweet aroma sizzling from between my thighs.

You look up at me as my fists are balled up on the sheets with my head rolled back in anticipation of your touch.

You pull my hips closer to your waiting lips and tongue, softly nibbling on my inner thighs, teasing.

You slide one finger down my most intimate folds, seeking the dripping moisture, sliding your way up inside, to taste, to tease more. I gasp.

You remove your finger and put it in your mouth, the first taste. You want more.

Your other hand is resting on my stomach, your nails dig into the soft flesh as you can’t wait any longer and start licking, nibbling and devouring my hot, dripping slit, penetrating my pussy with your tongue and your hands, rhythmically pulsating your fingers, caressing my clit. Making me pant and rise my hips to meet your face.

You grab my legs and wrap them around your head, One of my hands flows down to meet your head as I can’t get enough of the sensation of your probing needy mouth.

My back arches, it feels incredible.

I can’t hold back, I don’t want to hold back. And I start to orgasm around your tongue, your fingers rubbing my clit firmly to keep my juices flowing for your seemingly insatiable thirst, lapping up as much as you can until you’ve taken every last drop.

You gently disentangle my legs from your neck and slide up the length of me, your chest grazing my nipples as you kiss me, I can taste my ecstasy on your lips as you move your cock along the folds of my lips with your hand. Teasing, waiting for my juices to start flowing again. Just slipping through, but not penetrating, not yet, you want this to last, finally you’re all wet with my lube, your cock is straining, it wants to feel how tight and warm being inside of me is. I’m whimpering against your lips and grab your hand that’s gliding your throbbing shaft, in a less than silent plea. I have to have you inside of me.

I position you perfectly, cevizli escort I need to feel your cock. You shudder, as I push my hips up to engulf your bulbous head, my walls already contracting, pulling you deeper. With your hands at my sides you slowly begin to thrust.

My eyes are rolling back into my head, you fill me up completely. Your big hard dick slick as you glide in and out.

You want to pound into me, but you’re already so close, you slow down, like the sweetest torture.

You kiss my neck and I lace my feet around your back, pulling you in closer. It’s ok, the first time doesn’t have to last long, I want you to feel the elevation I’ve already had once, you start to grind, you’re trying so hard not to explode, but as you grind your pelvis into my clit – my body starts contracting again as I start to peak to my second orgasm. I’m moaning your name, you can’t hold it back and you cum with me. A panting groaning, moaning mess of flesh. Twisting, writhing in time, thrusting faster as you spray your big load deep and full into my cervix.

You’re spent, it’s been a long time waiting, wanting this moment. We relax, you take my face in your hand and kiss me, deeply, your tongue making more exploratory movements into my mouth, I respond in kind with mine, we are breathing as one. Your other hand gently brushing my nipple. Feeling it harden under the coolness of the air. You take the whole breast in your hand and squeeze the soft tissue, loving the feel.

My eyes start to droop, yours are too, we fall into a light snooze still entwined as you soften inside of me. Foreheads touching, noses touching.

When you wake, your cock, still between my legs, starts to twitch and stiffen, you kiss me like you want to devour every inch of me. Our tongues linger together, the taste of you is slightly metallic and sweet. You are rock hard again as you slip yourself into me and thrust. I start to pant as you slide inside and push all the way up to the hilt. You roll onto your back and pull me on top. You want me to show you how I ride.

Hands on my hips now you grind my sodden pussy down onto your balls. Our earlier mess dribbling out of me now you’re filling me up and trickles down your sensitive sack.

I lean forward, one hand on the bed to steady myself as I kiss you.

Grinding against you, my hair falls over my face and my tits start to bounce as you pull me up and down. You slap one ass cheek and grab them both to get better hold and more control over my rough ride. You’re getting forceful, angling my ass further in the air as you take over the thrusting, as hard and as fast as you can. Our mingling-wetness slopping together as we fuck. I’m involuntarily mewing as you grab me close to grind again.

I can feel my body building to another orgasm. The heat, your thick hot rod between my thighs, the presence of your hands, you slap my ass and it’s too much, I throw my head back as I cry out, my hands coming up to knead my tits. My whole body shakes and you spank me again. My pussy swelling with my cum for what your delicious cock erenköy escort has done once more.

I’m still moaning and basking in my release when you lustily demand me to get on my knees.

You slide in behind me as I position myself with my legs spread for you to push into. Pulling my cheeks apart you rub your dick along my creases, and back inside me with a sexy squelching sound that makes you even harder, knowing that was all your doing – the reason for all my moaning and grunting.

You fall forward slightly making sure you are completely immersed up to my cervix before you slowly glide back out again, and in again, picking up speed as you push in and out. Your hand on my thighs to pull my hips to you as you thrust in harder. You’re knocking the air out of my lungs as your cock slips through me. All the way to your heavy balls that slap against my wet thighs. You reach around and start rubbing my hard clit. And I squirm. You’re going to make me cum again.

I’m panting, and moaning as your fingers and thick dick work my body like an instrument.

All the nerves in your shaft tell you that you’ve got another load ready to bury in me as you’re listening to my renewed exertions as I help you with your thrusts. Getting closer and closer to another big finish together. I start to flood with wetness and cry out in ecstasy just before my contractions suck your cock deeper, and you cannot help but to explode pumping as fast as your hips will allow. Grunting and moaning with me. Your salty sweet cream filling my already overloaded snatch with your seed. You’re still sliding in and out as you start to slow down after your release savouring the wet feel of our efforts. Your hands rubbing my back and hips as you slip out and lay down panting.

The sweat beading your chest. You kiss me – I kiss you back before making my way into the bathroom to freshen up.

I turn the shower on and step into the steaming hot water to wash the sweat, sex and incredible amounts of cum out of my swollen pussy. You’re behind me. Your hand reaches between my legs to help me wash, fingering me gently as you pull our cream out slowly. Your thick fingers making my body shudder more as you press into my clit with your thumb knuckle. I turn around and pull you in to hungrily envelop your mouth with a bruising kiss as your fingers slide in and out pulling more of our combined goo to wash down the drain. Your dick is getting hard between us again, and I take you in my hands and start to massage your length. I want to taste you. You moan as I start to kiss down your chest and further down to your belly hair, taking the treasure trail down to your now straining cock and I get to my knees, with both hands on your hips, wrap my lips around your cockhead and suck, my tongue cleaning the remaining juices from our fucking. I can taste our cocktail of orgasm and feel my pussy getting slick once more.

I’m taking you in deep into my throat, my teeth lightly grazing your sensitive skin as I pull you out. You lean back against the wall of the shower whilst I’m pumping your shaft with my esenyurt escort right hand and mouth. Your hands lace into my hair to hold my head as you look down at me and begin to thrust to fuck my face harder. My left hand moves to massage your sack, I’m thirsty for your juice. I change my sucking tactic and stop pumping with my hand, making swallowing motions with my throat and tongue whilst keeping you as far into my mouth as I can without gagging – you grunt as you feel your load moving up your balls to erupt into my throat. I keep swallowing, drinking your salty cum as it streams out of you. You hold my head firmly so I don’t waste any of it.

You stroke my wet hair as I continue to lick and suck your softening cock in a teasing, playful manner, the ends of your ejaculation still weep out the tip. Whilst you’re cooing what an amazing cock sucker I am.

You slide down the shower wall to sit on the floor with me and pull me close to straddle your legs as the hot water trickles onto us and you slip your fingers back inside of me and your tongue into my mouth. I moan against your lips now you’re rubbing my soaking wet cunt, I rock my hips to hump your hand. Your other hand is squeezing a tit and flicking my nipple. I place my hands on your shoulders to steady myself as I fuck your hand. Our tongues still entwining in tasting each other’s mouths. I pull back and bite your lip softly. You push harder inside of me, pumping. your hand that is rubbing my hard nipples slides down to caress my clit in a two handed assault on my insatiable lust for you. I groan. Your cock grows hard again listening to me moan against your fingers and you desperately want to squirt inside of me. Filling me with as much cream in our day together as possible.

Your hand moves from my clit to your dick as you slide your fingers out of me making me whimper in disappointment of being empty from you and position your throbbing cock at my willing entrance and push me down onto you once more. I sigh in relief. I’m moving up and down as you refill my lonely snatch with your shaft. The water dripping onto my back as I arch up and moan – you grab a breast and pull it up to your mouth to suck on as your hands glide my hips to rock up and down onto your blood filled rock hard bone. My head falls forward and I moan your name into your ear. Sending goosebumps along your arms and making your cock twitch inside of me. I moan again and you know I’m getting close. I whisper for you to never stop being inside of me. You love the power you have over my body, and push me harder onto your big dick, slipping me up and down, making sure my clit is hitting your hip bone each time my pussy engulfs all of you, teasing my body to come up for another release. I put my lips you yours and lick your teeth – you meet me with your tongue and we meld mouths. Inhaling each other. You stop the thrusting motions and grind me to you. Rocking us together. My tits spread against your chest.

You want to be inside of me every way you can. Completely wrapped up in our fleshy, wet union. I’m moaning, your cock is expanding, my pussy juices dribble down to your balls, as you feel my contractions squeezing your dick, begging for your cum. You won’t hold back as you let my cunt massage your seed forth. And we grunt and moan together in another amazing joining of our bodies. Your jizz filling me up to the brim.

My existence is to make you cum.

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This is a story about a married lady who explored the kinky virtual world to get out of the day to day boredom.

Rekha, 23, was what one could call a perfect marriage partner. She could pass for a model any given day. She used to be slightly slim then what she was now but the extra kilos had added more to her charm and looks. The extra kilos were gained at the right places.

Anupam, 26, her husband was a land shark. He could make money out of sand. His obsession was to increase his land bank and become one of the top land bank owners of India. With the boom in the land business, he was in alignment with his obsession.

Anupam and Rekha met at a social function. Anupam was particularly impressed with her looks and the way she handled herself otherwise as well. Anupam was a rich, nice and a handsome guy. Rekha had the looks, warmth and character. The only thought that came seeing them together was — Made for each other.

Anupam was now travelling all over the country to look for newer places, newer markets to increase his land bank. At times, he would travel for 20 odd days at a stretch as well. Rekha would accompany him some time but she got bored as she had to stay alone the whole day in the hotels. She stopped travelling with him in the times to come. Anupam loved her much and spent a lot of time with her when he was in town. He provided her with all the luxuries possible.

Rekha was bored to death and sometimes would almost feel depressed seeing the day just drag by. She joined a few ladies clubs. Rekha slowly started to know about the ladies in the group and their life. All of them had more or less the same story of having too much time at hand and nothing much to do. The ladies there were more interested in bitching then friendship. Some six months later, she made the inference that every lady was bored but one. That one lady happened to be her best friend as well.

Her friend was always chirping, perky, smiling, content and busy texting on her mobile. It intrigued Rekha much cause she had a life similar to hers and yet the contrast. She asked for the reason but never got a definite answer. As some more time passed, Rekha could see that the more her friend texted – the happier she would be. So one thing was for sure, her texting was the thing that kept her ticking. Now what’s, why’s and how’s of texting were a thing that eluded her.

The more her friend denied the details, the more it intrigued Rekha. Rekha was now obsessed to know the reason for her friend’s happiness. She finally came up with a solution. She bought the exact model of mobile as her friend. Rekha never knew that she would have the opportunity to switch the mobiles so very soon.

It happened while Rekha offered her friend to drop her home. Her friend had texted something on her phone and got lost in her dreamy world. Rekha had to gather a lot of courage to put up her mobile next to hers. She felt as if her heart would explode doing such a thing. She was sweating but thankfully her friend was so much lost in her own imaginations that she did not see all this. She had switched the phones and was now praying that her friend’s phone did not ring or make any sounds. Her friend was too lost and almost rushed out of the car as her home arrived.

Rekha recollected herself as the car made way towards her house now. She nervously opened the other ladies mobile. She gets the first sample of virtual world by an Instant Message “My darling whore, I am missing fucking your whore cunt.”

Rekha went red reading the message. She rushed to her wash room. She had gone totally wet reading the message. It was a revelation to her. Rekha never knew she had a liking for such thoughts.

Rekha knew what kept her friend busy and chirping. The problem now was to return her mobile. She rung her mobile number and told her friend that they had swapped each other’s mobiles in the car. Rekha was shocked to see feel herself getting wet again. She had used the word “swap” and it made her wet. Her mind was on a spree of its own.

Her friend was blushing hard as she came to collect her phone. Rekha greeted her with a casual remark “Hi whore”.

Rekha could see her friend getting nervous. Rekha casually told her about the message. Her friend knew that there was no point hiding things from Rekha anymore. She told her all about her various accounts, chats, photo sharing and web cam’s. It was another revelation for Rekha. She acted as if all this was not her cup of tea but her wetness conveyed it quite clearly to her that she was desperate to try one and all the stuff her friend just told.

Rekha was a sharp girl and tech savvy as well. She tried every single thing her friend had told but with her level of comforts. She was a quick learner and a safe player as well. She soon learned how to tackle the cheap crowd of the virtual world. After spending some three months in the virtual world – She shared chats, showed herself on web cameras, voiced and shared pictures (blurred ones). She realized over a period of time that her kink was chatting.

She bahçeşehir escort was hooked to chats. She got herself some smooth players who kept her quite satisfied. She was pretty content with life now, little did she know of the storm that would change her forever.

Another three months had gone when her chat friend, Amit, asked her why she loved becoming a classy, erotic whore in majority of her roleplays. She felt odd at this realization but she also knew internally that it was an idea she loved much.

Alone at home, she contemplated more on the idea. The more she thought, the hornier she felt inside. She wanted to pursue this idea further but was afraid of the implications. Her husband was a famous man in the city now and she could not afford a scandal of any nature. However, something inside her wanted to explore the idea further. She confided the same to Amit one day during a chat, in a casual way.

Amit, being a decent guy, just heard her out but did not suggest anything on his own. He did not want to force anything on her, yet.

The next week was spent role playing on a single idea. Rekha enacting herself as a upper class whore. The role play acted like a drug to her. She was on a different “high” throughout the week. This clearly reflected in her real and virtual world. Her chats were getting hotter and her orgasms were becoming stronger.

Amit decided to take the roleplays to next level. He decided to make her the whore, in every sense possible that she so desperately wanted to become but in a safe way.

Amit discussed the idea of meeting Rekha for real and discuss the idea further. Rekha was slightly hesitant about the meeting for real thing but decided to go ahead.

She chose a place which made her feel safe. The cafe was situated in the heart of the city and was a busy one as well. They had decided to meet on a Tuesday. The crowd would be thin and the restaurant would be relatively empty. It would mean that they would have enough privacy, even a slightly loud conversation would not be overheard by strangers on the next table. Amit was already waiting on the table when Rekha joined him. She knew she was being observed and she loved it.

Amit: “Hi. Do we know each other?”

Rekha pondered a few seconds before answering. She could not risk anything at all.

Rekha: “Hi. I am Rekha, your chat friend.”

Amit: “Please don’t mind but I am waiting for a whore friend of mine. Her name is Rekha as well. Are you that very whore?”

Rekha went red hearing the word. Her legs felt as if they were filled with jelly. She did not know what was with the word but every time she heard it, there was an effect on her body which she could not explain ever.

Rekha: “Yes, I am that very friend of yours.”

Amit: “Sorry, we had never met before so how was I supposed to recognize you. Besides you look more like a sexy housewife and not a whore. Pardon me for the confusion.”

Rekha was taken aback by this bold approach of his. She had always loved being guided.

Rekha: “Can you tell me your chat id? I need to be sure before I commit.”

Amit (telling his chat id with a naughty smile): “Nice move. Are you sure now?”

They both just smiled as Rekha settled herself in the chair next to Amit. They both were checking each other out. Neither was dissatisfied, the reality for both was far better than what they had imagined it be.

Amit: “I can see that you quite love being a whore Rekha. You will certainly make a classy one too. You have such looks that you won’t pass for a cheap whore.”

Rekha felt heat emit from her cheeks hearing Amit. The words made her feel much embarrassed and excited at the same time.

Amit decided to lighten up the topic. He started to tell her about himself and his interests. Rekha too told him things about her. Rekha felt alive after so many years. She was in male company and a good one after so many months. She felt quite nice being appreciated as well. Rekha started to like Amit’s company almost instantly. He had the attributes she loved much. He was a person who took control, was caring, humorous besides having the looks of a hunk.

They shared their real lives over lunch. The conversation turned to their virtual lives as they sipped hot coffee, post lunch. Rekha told him the absolute truth and it forced Amit to tell the truth as well.

Amit: “You are a person of such integrity and beauty Rekha that it confuses me when you say that you want to become a whore. Why do you want to become a whore?”

Rekha: “Thanks for all the compliments Amit. I know that I am beautiful. Are the classy whores not beautiful?”

Amit could clearly see that she had the attitude to carry the role through.

Amit: “They do have the appeal, charm and looks that you possess. You would fit perfectly. It still makes me wonder though – why do you want to become a whore of all the persons?”

Rekha kept silent and did not reply.

Amit: “What is the kink for you in becoming a whore? Do you bakırköy escort like the idea of being paid for sex?”

Rekha (contemplated before replying): “It never crossed my mind.”

Rekha had a sinful smile on her face which confused Amit a lot. He was the one contemplating as to what made her smile.

Amit: “Does the idea appeal to you because of its sinful appeal?”

Rekha (smiling some more): “Yes, you can say it is a sinful appealing idea. The whole taboo makes it so much more appealing.”

Amit pondered some more before asking her the next question. It was a role play happening but for real.

Amit: “I think you are trying to confuse me with your answers. Are you some kind of control freak? Is that your kink for becoming a whore?”

Every time Amit used the word “whore”, Rekha felts it effect in her body. She had not thought about it in such details. She was floored flat by his gross understanding of the subject.

Rekha: “No, I am not a control freak. I believe in giving and receiving.”

Amit: “Spoken so nicely but does a whore has the choice to receive? She is supposed to perform the given task.”

Rekha could clearly see herself melting slowly and surely in a pond of lust, a lust beyond her control. She could feel a certain wetness starting to happen between her legs.

Rekha: “Amit, I am not those cheap kinds of whores. I am a queen who is there to love and to be loved as well.”

Amit clearly chocked on Rekha’s response. He had to divert the topic

Amit: “Queen, are you open to performing anything you are asked for?”

The sarcasm clearly made Rekha blush harder.

Rekha: “Amit, please don’t be sarcastic. I am answering you as truly as possible. I am open to everything a man can want.”

Amit: “Rekha, A man can want many things which a lovely lady like you may not be even aware of. I am telling you such things so you don’t land yourself in trouble when you are with a real customer.”

Rekha felt so whorish hearing Amit tell about a customer. The whole idea of being with a customer made her wet, some more. Her panties were drenched with her own juices.

Rekha: “I am new to this line. It seems you have much experience of this world.”

The sarcasm hit Amit where it was intended. It made him smile too. He knew it clearly that she had the brains to use the words when it mattered most.

Amit: “I have done my research and want to know what kind of services you offer. Only then can a client fix a price for you.”

Rekha: “Amit, you are deliberately doing all this. I am feeling very embarrassed. Please stop.”

Amit was savoring her innocence and yet was being intrigued more and more by her mysterious need for acting / becoming a whore.

Amit: “I will tell this to you the last time Rekha. You cannot handle becoming a whore so please stop this facade.”

Rekha knew he was irking her to retaliate back at him. A part of her felt embarrassed but a bigger part of her wanted to prove him wrong. The bigger part won and it started to reflect in her actions. She changed her chairs and shifted on to the chair next to Amit. Amit loved the change of attitude in her. He took her hands into his as he continued his talks further.

Amit: “My imaginations have gone haywire Rekha. The touch of your skin feels so sexy, smooth and awesome that I am forced to imagine the skin at other parts of your body.”

Rekha was burning in her own hell of desires – literally and really as well.

Amit: “I think we have played a lot of cat and mouse games. I think we should first decide whether you still want to go for it or not?”

Rekha pondered, considered and thought for a while before just nodding her head to show her confirmation.

Amit: “Good. Now that you want to become a whore, let’s see if you understand the intricacies involved with the profession.”

Rekha just listened like an eager student. Amit’s face lit up as an idea sprung up.

Amit: “Rekha, I know you are short on time and that you have to return home. We can discuss the intricacies over the chat or when we meet next.”

She had never experienced such a rush of hormones and wanted to continue the meeting for long. She decided otherwise as she was the one who was very pertinent about the time issue (over the chat). Rekha felt nice to notice that he cared for things she wanted.

Amit: “Rekha, what I am going to ask you next is a simple thing to do. Our next meeting totally depends on the way you perform what I ask you next.”

Rekha was all ears.

Amit: “Come here, sit next to me.”

Rekha moved to the chair next to Amit.

Amit: “You smell good.”

Rekha felt as if she would die out of embarrassment. The smell Amit meant here was obviously her sex smell.

Amit: “Don’t be embarrassed Rekha. It is fine. You don’t know how exciting it is to know that the whore sitting next to you has soggy panties.”

Rekha found herself choking for expressions, air too.

Amit: “Rekha, now that I know başakşehir escort you smell nice. I would like to know how you taste as well.”

Rekha did not understand what he meant. Innocently, she stuck her finger out for him to taste.

Amit: “You are such an innocent lady. I still wonder how you got this idea of becoming a whore.”

Rekha could not understand what he meant. She had questioning looks on her face. Rekha felt her heartbeat starting to go bonkers as Amit came close to her. She thought he was going to kiss her. She was caught in the dilemma of whether to allow him to kiss her or not. Before she could realize and decide, Amit whispered something in her ears and straightened up. It was a relief for her that he did not kiss her but what he whispered in her ears made her goes crazier. Amit had told her to wet her fingers with her overflowing cunt juices so he could know how she tasted as well.

Amit shifted his posture so that he did not miss even a second of the action. Rekha had never ever felt so shy and horny at the same time, not even during her first night. She was experiencing a terrible new high.

Rekha felt too shy as she slid her hands inside her designer sarree. She felt so whorish. Amit’s constant gaze on her action was adding to her ever increasing need for release. She stopped to have a look around in the restaurant (if anyone was around or approaching) and to gather her breath as well. She sucked her tummy inside as she let her hands slide further inside. She slipped her finger inside her panties. Her hands had crossed her mound and went to rest next to her throbbing clitoris. Rekha knew she would have to do it fast. She was already so excited that if she slid her fingers for a few times, she would cum. She dreaded at the thought of doing so right now since she was what people called…. a screamer. Her shoulders tensed as she circled her fingers around her clitoris. She was so very desperate for a release. Her eyes closed at the sheer thought of a release, in front of a stranger and that to in a public place. The whole idea made her ever more desperate for doing it.

However, she knew she would not be able to restrain her screams and decided otherwise. She carefully brought out her fingers, smeared with her love juices. She felt too shy to stick her finger out to the stranger and make him taste her most intimate juices. She was burning in her own hell of lust. Amit lowered his mouth on to her finger. He stuck his tongue out and started to lick it slowly. Rekha was confused why her body was betraying her. She would have never ever dreamt of doing such a thing and yet here she was, not only doing it but desiring much more as well. Amit played and toyed with her fingers for quite some time with his tongue. Her imagination was making it harder for her.

Amit: “Rekha, you taste so sweet. I am quite desperate to lick your clitoris just like I licked your finger.”

Rekha chocked for air hearing his words. She shifted her chair next to his, as close as she could. Her eyes clearly conveyed that she wanted it to go further.

Amit: “Rekha, our time is up today. You want to become a whore and so shall you become. We have to discuss a lot of things. We will do so over phone or chat, as convenient.”

He kissed her cheeks as they got up. He could clearly feel the heat emitting from every single pore of her cheeks. He gave a small laugh and patted her hips. She felt the subtle vibrations in her crotch. One could say she was feeling everything in her crotch.

Amit made his way out and so did Rekha. Rekha sat in her car and was recollecting everything that had happened in the restaurant. She was once again desperate for a release and this time she wanted it bad. She was glad that she brought one of her large purses today. She placed her purse directly over her crotch and put her hands underneath it. She knew it would take only a few rubs. She closed her eyes and started to replay the whole scene that had happened in the restaurant. There she was, slumped in the backseat of the car. All relaxed and smiling (ear to ear). She was so lost in her thoughts that she never realized that her home had arrived.

Driver: “Ma’am, we are here. Is everything alright?”

Rekha: “Yes. Why? What makes you think otherwise?”

Driver: “Ma’am, you made some noise when we were coming home. I asked but you did not reply. Your eyes were closed as well. It made me wonder if your health is fine.”

Rekha (stuttering): “Yes, everything is fine.”

Every servant became curious seeing her looks. She somehow made her way into her room. Her own needs became so demanding that she started to rub herself in her sarree itself. She was at the peak of her desires and she heard the ring. It was her husband on the other side.

He was concerned for her health (the driver had told him about the noise in car). She was talking to him and fingering herself at the same time. His words fell on a deaf ear as she experienced another mind shattering release. She somehow recollected herself and started to talk. The release was so intense that her words wavered and made her husband think twice for her health. He conveyed to her that he was coming home taking the next available flight. Rekha felt disappointed hearing the arrival of her husband for the first time. She experienced guilt for the first time as well.

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The mist swirls around the cozy wooden cottage nestled in the volcano rain forest. A light stream of smoke spews out of the chimney. I walk up to the door and as I’m about to ring the bell, the door opens. In front of me stands Maggie the massage therapist, a full bodied women, but not fat, strikingly good looking with piercing brown eyes, in her mid forties or early fifties. She smiles and introduces herself “Hi, I’m Maggie, you must be David.” I nod yes as I notice that she is wearing the sheerest, white gauzy, dress which shows off her buxom breasts nicely. Her firm nipples’ pushing their way through is a tantalizing sight. It spurs a tingling in my balls as my cock starts to twitch. I smile back as she ushers me in. Her house is warm and bright and as she leads me down the hall to the massage room I can’t help but notice that her dress is practically see through. I can see the nice curves of her butt and when she turns to me I can clearly see her nicely groomed pubic hair that’s framing her lush pussy. I glimpse her eyeing me as we enter the room. She smiles “I hope its warm enough for you”.

“Yes thanks” I reply.

“What’s your comfort level?” she asks. I give her a quizzical look. “Well I like my subjects naked. Does that bother you?” She asks.

“No, unless I get aroused then that might be embarrassing” I say with a smile. She smiles back and says with a wave of her hand “Guys get hardons all the time. Don’t let that bother you. If it happens just relax it won’t bother me. I’ll be back in a bit why don’t etiler escort you disrobe and lie on the table” as she closes the door. I get undressed and lie face down on the table and cover myself with the sheet. I put my head on the head rest and through the hole I have good view of the floor in front of me.

As I lie there I hear the door open and Maggie walk in. She comes up to the table and gently puts her hand on my back lightly gliding her hand down to my butt and ever so lightly gives my ass a slap. “Well, I don’t think we’ll need this. Do you?” as she lifts off the sheet that covers my naked body. She then moves and adjusts the pillow that my legs rest upon at the same time she adjusts my legs by spreading them apart. “Hum, that’s better. Nice bum.” she chirps. She puts her hand on my ass and softly runs her finger along my crack and moves up my back till she reaches my head. Through the head rest I can see her feet as she stands in front of me. Then her white dress falls around her ankles and with a jig of her feet tosses it aside, all the while stroking my head with her hands. As she works on my head and neck she drops to her knees, giving me a perfect view of her nicely manicured pussy, with her pubic hair perfectly trimmed.

She stands and puts her pussy next to my head as she works her hands down my back. She does this several times, each time reaching lower and massaging my ass crack till she reaches my asshole. As she leans forwards her breasts eve gelen escort rub against my naked skin. My cock surges with blood and forces my ass to trust upwards. “Nice, very nice” I hear her say.

She works her way down my body to my left arm. She pulls my arm towards her and my hand reaches her pussy. She let’s my fingers play with her pubic hair and reach down to find her vagina. She let’s me tickle her clit for just a little bit, and then she moves to the other arm. Again she lets my right hand finds her pussy only this time it’s ozzing and wet.

She moves on to my legs lifting each one up, first the left then the right, each leg gets a massage that reaches up to my groin and her fingers touch on my scrotum, and tickle my balls. Each time she does this my cock swells and throbs until I have a huge hardon. Her fingers find my throbbing shaft and stroke it.

Then she says “time to turn over”.

“I’m afraid I got a bit aroused.” I state as I roll onto my back as my hard cock thrusts skywards.

“That’s just fine.” She says with a smile as she stands behind my head. Her pussy brushing my hair as her hands rub my chest. Her fingers play with my hard nipples and then she leans over and her breasts cradle my face. She moves each breast over my mouth and lets me fondle each nipple with my tongue. As I’m licking her breasts she is flicking her tongue around my navel and nibbling my short hairs. She leans over more, pressing fatih escort her pussy on to my head, as she nibbles down my happy trail till she reaches my trimmed pubes, biting the longer tuffs of hair in the center. Just as she reaches my stiff cock, she pulls back. She lays her hands on either side of my pubes as she moves to the other side of the table. She rubs the insides of my thighs gently spreading my legs wider. My cock is throbbing so hard I feel it’s going to burst. Then a trickle of pre-cum seeps out and a grin comes across her face. “If you want to cum its all right by me.”

“If you keep doing what you’re doing, I think I will.” I groan.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asks.

“That’s up to you.” I moan. With that she leans over and takes some pre-cum off my cock with the tip of her tongue. While all this time she’s massaging the insides of my thighs, letting her fingers explore my ass and balls. My cock twitches as more pre-cum oozes out. She stare at my moist cock “I love it when a man comes” she mutters as she licks the top of my dick, taking more pre-cum on the tip of her tongue. She lets it drip off as she pulls back to get a better view. She moves her right hand up and softly grabs hold of the base of my near exploding member, while with her left she keeps on massaging my balls and lets a finger find my asshole. I can’t take it any more and mutter “I’m cumming!” She smiles as she gently strokes my shaft until it explodes. The first shot of cum hits her on the cheek. The next two shots splatters on my chest and the rest ooze down my cock. She gently squeezes my dick till the last drop of cum streams out.

With a smile she stands and reaches for a warm damp towel and gently cleans me up. I look up and say “Now that’s the best massage I ever had.”

“Well, if you enjoyed it you’ll have to cum again.” She replies with a smile and a wink.

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I had been married for 19 years. Not a particularly happy marriage, nor a very fulfilling one in many ways especially when it came to bedroom activities. I still live in the farm house here in Wales where I grew up. The house has changed little since I was a girl. Often when I think back to happier times I stand in what is now a utility room off the kitchen. When I was a girl it was the bedroom I shared with my younger sister. It was also the room where one summer’s night a young man from a neighbouring farm climbed in through the open window at my invitation, and we had a night of wonderfully rewarding, youthful passionate sex on the floor as the bed made so much noise we would have woken the whole valley! But that was then, and as I say happier days (and nights)!

My husband has never really got the hang of good, mutually rewarding sex. We care for each other, we are more like good friends than husband and wife. The rewards of a regular and fulfilling sex life never really took off with us. This causes a confusion of emotions in me. I feel that even though our sex life is sadly lacking the humph and power that it should, we are still married. I often find myself craving the pleasures that good sex can bring. This in turn causes resentment sometimes.

We have never been away on holiday together. Leaving the farm has never been an option as far as my husband is concerned. For this reason I have been away on holidays with my life long best friend, Gwen. She used to live on the neighbouring farm and we went through school together. She went off to Cardiff at the age of 19 to train as a nurse, I to a London university. I came back after university to the farm. A big mistake, but as we are told, we make our bed and must lie on it.

Gwen suggested one year that we went to Spain for our holiday. My first reaction was not favourable. The thought of high-rise hotels and crowded beaches was not grabbing my interest to say the least. She told me of an area in the south of Spain called the Cabo de Gata. An area of quiet beaches, small hotels and lots of warm sunshine and coastal walks. The photographs in the books she gave me painted an idyllic picture, as did my own research. So I agreed and we booked our flights, car hire and hotel. This was not without the usual heated discussions between myself and my husband. He simply could not see why I needed to get away from the farm. The farm had become his entire world. A world that he loved and I found too suppressing. We would eventually come to the decision that we always did. I would go.

As the time for our holiday came closer I was looking more and more forward to it. Choosing the books I would take to read, buying guide books and maps, and packing clothes were all tasks I enjoyed as the excitement built. Eventually the big day came. I drove to the airport, parked and met up with Gwen. Her husband had driven her there and was waiting with her until I arrived. We all greeted each other and as Gwen’s husband gave her a final kiss and a hug he said “Well, have a good time you two, don’t drink too much!”. He was a very caring man who was very devoted to Gwen, as indeed she was to him. “Ho! And don’t forget to give my regards to Carol and Miguel.”

As we walked into the terminal building I asked Gwen about Carol and Miguel. I knew that Carol was a friend of Gwen’s who she went through nurse training with. She had met a Spaniard (Miguel) and after marrying they moved to Madrid. Gwen rather sheepishly told me that we had been invited to go to Madrid for a couple of days to stay with them during our two week holiday. I was a little peeved at this as I hardly knew Carol and did not know Miguel at all. However, I put it to the back of my mind, too excited about the journey. Then came the waiting, waiting, waiting for our flight to be called so we could board the plane. This for me was the hateful part of flying. So I went to the bookshop to look for yet another book. I had plenty already with me, I was just really filling in time. I browsed through the books, picking up and putting down those that did not interest me. There was one however, that did make me consider a random purchase. It was described on the back cover as a racy, raunchy and erotic story of passion and desire. Certainly not my usual reading. But I thought what the heck! I’m on holiday! And I could do with some excitement in that vein even if it was only fiction.

At last we were called to our gate for the flight. As we sat on the plane Gwen asked me if I was ok about going on a short trip to Madrid. I pointed out to her that it was a very long drive up to Madrid from where we were staying. As Gwen never would drive a left-hand drive car, it would mean that I would have to do all the driving. Plus I didn’t really know them, but I was happy for her to go, maybe on the train or an internal flight. We agreed that I would take her to the railway station and pick her up again a couple of days later and I would stay behind. Although we often went beylikdüzü escort away together, it was not unusual for us to go off to do different things. But normally only during the day, not to spend days apart. But we were both comfortable with what we had decided to do.

While Gwen went to collect our cases I went over to the car hire desk and sorted out our transport. I loved driving, especially in unfamiliar foreign countries. It was all part of the adventure of being on holiday and away from the normal world that I inhabited.

By now we were both in full holiday mood, like a pair of teenagers let loose on the world and out to have a good time together. The journey was easy enough, no getting lost, Gwen was a good navigator. We were staying in a small hotel in a town called San Jose on the Cabo de Gata. The hotel was very nice, small but comfortable, and the little town was perfect. It was obviously a place where Spaniards went for a holiday.

After checking in we went for a walk of discovery around the town, examined the wide beach that was certainly not crowded although obviously well used. As we sat outside a bar having our first glass of wine we talked about what we wanted to do, where we wanted to go and what we wanted to see. The receptionist at the hotel had given Gwen details of trains that went to Madrid. She had telephoned Carol and Miguel, and she had arranged to go and see them in a few days. In the mean time we were going to get some sun on our poor white, Welsh bodies. As the hotel had no swimming pool, this meant using the beach. No problem there! The trip to Madrid for Gwen was now second place to our thoughts of laying on a beach reading, having nice lunches and returning to the beach for more sun and sea, and maybe some sangria, ok definitely some sangria! As we sat there drinking our wine, Gwen picked up the menu from the table. We were fortunate that it was not only in Spanish but also English. It was decided that we would return here for dinner as it had so many nice sounding things on the menu.

The next day after breakfast we hit the beach. It was still not crowded, but was obviously one frequented by families as well as small groups of young women and the odd group of young men. Despite this it was quiet enough. Gwen and I lay on our loungers reading, chatting and simply revelling in the Spanish sun’s warmth on our skin instead of the weak, milky sunshine of home. Home! It already seemed a million miles away. Later we went back to the same bar we had had dinner in the night before. We were welcomed warmly by the same waiter who had served us previously. After lunch we returned, somewhat replete of wine, to the beach, where we spent the afternoon swimming, laughing and talking until it was time to go back to the hotel.

As I entered my room I took off the sarong that was covering my swimsuit. I noticed in the mirror that I was already starting to get tanned by the sun. I never went red, just a bronzy brown. This was, I knew the only thing that Gwen hated me for! I took off my swimsuit and looking at myself, now naked in the mirror, took stock of my body. I’m not in bad shape I thought, no signs of saggy boobs or anything else, no stretch marks (I have never had children, so have avoided the perils of pregnancy), and what I thought of as generally a firm, trim body. All the farm work must have an up side after all! I also noticed the tan lines starting to show. It would eventually make me look like I was wearing a creamy white swim suit, such a shame. I took a long luxuriant shower and washed the saltiness of the sea from my hair. As I let the warmth of the water flow over me I gently massaged the shower gel to a lather over my skin. Such a delightful feeling. We had no shower at home just the old bath that my Da had installed.

Wrapped in towels I dried and brushed my hair and then lay on the bed to read until it was time to meet up with Gwen and go out for dinner. I picked up the book I had bought at the airport. It was proving to be a vey racy book indeed. The heroine leaping from one erotic romp in bed with a fit, muscled rampant man to another. Certainly not great literature, and not destined for any prizes. The story did however, begin to fan the almost extinct embers of my unattended to sexual desires. As I read I found myself unwrapping my body from the towels, and as the passage of the book became more raunchy I let my fingertips slowly begin to trace the outline of my labia and run through my sparse pubic hair. I often did this at home. My husband and I had had separate bedrooms for quite some time. This gave me the opportunity for self pleasuring, the only pleasuring I got! At home I had secretly hidden away a vibrator. This device was what kept me sane. It allowed me to explore my fantasies and give me at least some sexual satisfaction. I loved the sensations I got by teasing my clitoris with its vibrating tip, sometimes working myself nearly to an orgasm before beyoğlu escort gently easing it inside myself, letting it rest there purring away as I brought myself to a climax by using my fingertips on my clitty. Sadly I had not packed my pleasure toy. Too unsure of what airport security would have made of it. I lay there on my hotel bed, reading an outrageously improbable sexual adventure, whilst teasing myself with my fingertips. Gradually I began to feel the warmth of an orgasm beginning to develop inside me. Maybe not such a bad story after all.

A few days later I was dropping Gwen off at the railway station for her trip to Madrid. She was going to telephone me at the hotel to let me know when to pick her up again. So, there I was. Foot loose and fancy free. What to do now? The lazy days of sunshine on the beach were so appealing, and my tan was coming on very well. But I decided to wander around the town by the station. This soon proved to be a bit dull so I drove back to San Jose. I wandered over to the beach to settle down to an afternoon there. While I was putting on more sun oil I thought about going topless in order to get a more all-over tan. There were several young women there who had done this, so I would not be the only one. I did however, shy away from the idea. But the idea grew and developed until I realised what I really wanted to do was to peel off my swimsuit completely and sunbathe naked! Definitely not the thing to do here on this family beach. So I just lay and read and snoozed, and dreamed of feeling the freedom of being naked in this wonderful Spanish sunshine. I later returned to the hotel and went through my now routine of showering and self pleasuring.

Later I went back to the bar where Gwen and I had been every night for dinner so far. Instead of sitting at a table outside as we had done, I went inside and sat at the bar. The waiter (Carlos, as he had introduced himself to us) was as welcoming as he always was.

“You are alone tonight? Where is your friend?” he asked.

“She is away visiting her friends in Madrid for a couple of days, Carlos. So it’s just me.”

It appeared that Carlos in addition to waiting at the tables was also the barman. He was probably in his late twenties, fairly tall with that dark hair and even darker eyes that was so characteristic of Spanish people.

“Do you get many British people coming here? I only ask because your English is really very good.” I said to him while he was pouring my second glass of wine.

“Not many English come here, a few, not very many. But I worked in London for six years before I came here.”

London! My second home for the years I was at university. We talked about where we had lived, where we had gone, the things we did there in London. It was so nice to talk about London again and be reminded of my happy years there as a student. The conversation being interrupted often by him having to serve customers at the bar and at the tables. By now I was on my third glass. I asked Carlos what he would recommend for my dinner. He suggested that I had a few tapas instead of a meal as this would give me a taste of many different things. Good idea I thought. Over the next hour or so, he provided me with lots of tasty treats, good conversation and more wine. I have to admit I was certainly a bit tipsy.

I began to think about what I would do the next day. Again I thought about going topless or better yet, in the buff.

“Carlos, as much as I love the beach here, it’s a bit busy. Is there another one nearby that is more quiet?” I asked him.

“Oh yes, there are plenty, not very big beaches, and not so easy to get to. But they are quiet. You won’t be able to get drinks and food at them though.”

“They sound perfect. How do I get to them?”

“What do you want to do? Swim? Walk?”

I giggled slightly and flushed a little saying “Sunbathe, you know….. topless”.

He grinned and said “But you can do that here in San Jose, you don’t have to go anywhere else. And you can come here for your lunch!”

“No, not here, it’s too public. I’d feel very awkward about it.”

“OK, drive out of town about 6 or 7 km, you will see a pull-in on the right with wooden rails along the edge. Park there and follow the path down to the beach. It’s quite a long walk, so not many people go there, they are too lazy!”

I made sure of the directions, and resolved to go there in the morning.

“Anyway, such an attractive lady should not feel awkward about such things.” He said as he walked off to serve another customer. Through my slightly fuzzy brain I wondered if that was the beginning of a chat up? Was it? Nah!

I paid my bill, thanked Carlos for his advice about the food and the beach and slowly teetered my way back to the hotel and bed.

The next morning, after breakfast I set off to find my beach. I had no trouble finding it. I parked in the lay-by and then walked for about 5 or 10 minutes bizimkent escort down the path to find a lovely sandy cove where the sea gently lapped at the shore. I had noticed only one other car as I parked. There was a couple already there. They were right down at one end of the beach, about 300 yards away. I could see even at this distance that they were sunbathing in the nude. So I walked to the opposite end of the beach, far enough away to ease my concerns and far enough to ensure the privacy of us all. I spread out my towels, unpacked my books and sun oil. I then took out my swim suit and began to undress. I was about to put on my swim suit, but then looked around and realised that I was far enough away from the couple at the other end not to have to bother with it. So I put it back in my bag. I sat on my towels and applied my sun oil. I lay back just revelling in the feeling of being naked on the beach. I then began to read my book.

About an hour later I walked down to the sea and paddled my feet in the gentle swell. The other couple were swimming. I walked further into the sea, feeling the water on my warm skin, still revelling in my nakedness. I swam for about 10 minutes or so. Enjoying the sense of freedom that my nakedness was giving me. I walked back to my towels and lay there drying off in the warmth of the sun. I again began to read. I then noticed out of the corner of my eye someone walking along the beach very close to me. I looked around to see Carlos just a few feet away. Oh hell, no! I thought, looking around for my bag to get my swim suit. But too late he was there. I sat up and gingerly tried to cover my modesty with my book covering my nether regions and crossing my arm over my naked breasts.

“Hola! So, you found the place ok then Tessa?” he greeted me.

“Yes thank you Carlos, no problem at all.”

“Good. Do you mind if I sit here for just a moment, before I go and find a place for myself?”

How could I say no? I was enjoying my privacy, but felt I could not refuse as he had been kind enough to guide me here.

“No, of course not. Do sit down.”

Carlos put his towel down a few feet away, and placed his bag beside it. He was wearing a tee shirt and brightly coloured shorts. Before he sat down he took off his tee shirt. I really could not help but notice that he was very dark skinned, and had a covering of thick dark hair over his chest. I did avert my glances as he pulled the tee shirt over his head. He then began to pull down his shorts. Oh my God! No! I thought. Just as a thick dark pubic bush started to appear over the waistband of his shorts he said,

“Oh, excuse me, sorry. But do you mind if I errrrr……”

It was after all a public beach. I had no right to say no. And I could always move making some excuse or other.

“No, no you carry on.”

“Thank you, I won’t disturb you for long, I’ll go and find a place on my own.”

He turned away from me and carried on pulling down his shorts. I could not help but take a peek at him as he did so. He had a very pert bottom, firm and round. No tan lines there I noticed. Still with his back to me he folded his shorts and tee shirt and put them in his bag. He then turned around and I fixed my gaze on the shoreline. He sat down on his towel cross-legged.

“So, how do you like this beach? Quiet enough for you I think as you have not bothered with your costume.” He said with a smile.

“Yes, it’s wonderful here.”

“Do you like to sunbathe like this at home?”

“No. Never. I have never done this before. Anyway, it’s too cold back home.”

“I love the beach, it’s what I missed the most when I lived in London.”

“Yes, I’m sure you must have.” I said, feeling very self-conscious. That in its self was a strange thing, back in my student days there had been several men who had seen me naked, I hadn’t exactly been a nun! Carlos put his legs out in front of him and leaned back on his hands. I found myself unable to resist a slight sideways look at him. His arms and chest had shiny dark hair covering his dark skin, which in turn covered what looked like firm but not overdeveloped muscles. I could not resist letting my eyes very briefly run down the rest of his body. He had very muscular thighs and calves. All-in-all he looked very trim and fit. As his legs were crossed in front of him I was unable to see what was between them. Not that I was looking, at least that is what I told myself.

“Tell me, Tessa, what did you do at university?”

I told him about my studies which just made him smile.

“No, I meant what did you DO! Where did you live? Did you go out much? That sort of thing. You never know we may have been at the same place at the same time.”

Now that did make me smile. The poor man must be under some illusion that we were of a similar age, bless him. I reeled off a potted history of my few years in London.

“And what about now? What do you do?”

I explained that I lived on the farm where I was born and grew up. I recounted to him the life of a hill-farmer out in rural Wales.

“What about you, are you from San Jose?”

He told me of his early life in Almeria, about his family there. How he left Spain to go to London to escape from the rather poor life he lead there.

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So, I ran into an old friend from high school the other day. I was at a local bowling alley/bar that seemed to be overly crowded for a weekday. It is summer however, so I guess that explains it. All the lanes were taken so I decided to head to the bar area and take one of the two empty stools that were left.

I had just ordered my drink when someone asked, “Is this seat taken?”

Thinking it was a line, I was going to tell the man that my boyfriend just went to the bathroom, but when I turned to tell him, I saw it was Eric, a guy I went to school with and had a crush on. He had the same smile I had found irresistible in school, but his hair was longer.

“Eric! Oh my gosh! How are you? No, it’s ok, have a seat!”

“Can I have a hug first?” he asked kind of chuckling.

So I stood up and wrapped my arms around his neck and we hugged. He squeezed me tight and it sent shivers down my spine. I was thinking of how in school I would have died to have on of his hugs. After he released me, he sat down and we started talking about ‘the good ole days’ and then I turned the conversation to the present.

“So, tell me, how are things going with you and your wife?”

“Well, honestly, things are kinda shaky. I mean, things are ok I guess.”

“You don’t sound very convincing.”

“Well, I just don’t know how much I should say. How much you want to hear.”

“Eric, sweetie, we’ve been friends a long time. We may not have stayed in close contact, but you know you can tell me anything.”

“I’d really like to talk to you, but here’s not a good place. We need somewhere quiet, where we can talk without everyone hearing us.”

“Well, I’m up for that. You know I’m a good listener.”

“Ok. I’m actually here in town because a friend of mine is on vacation and asked me to feed his fish. We could go to his place.”

“Sure, let’s go. Just let me settle up with the bartender.”

“I got it. It’s the least I can do ‘cuz I’m about to talk your ear off.”

So he paid the tab and we left. Turned out his friend’s place wasn’t too far away. Eric unlocked the door and led the way inside. We went over to the couch and aydınlı escort sat down.

“Ok bud, spill.” I said as I sat down next to him.

“Where to start?” he said rather sadly.

“Just tell me what’s wrong or what’s right?”

So then Eric spilled everything. Telling me how for the most part things in his relationship were satisfactory but it seemed that things could be so much more. As I listened to him, I inched closer. Not even meaning to. At one point, I noticed I had moved close enough that our knees were touching. Eric kept talking as if he didn’t notice. There was one point where things seemed to be really difficult so I reached out and held his hand and put it on top of my knee. He noticed that. It caused him to stumble a little.

When he stopped talking, I reached up to touch his cheek. “Well, I will help you in any way I can you know. ANY way.” I said as I squeezed his knee.

“I appreciate that” he said and he leaned in to kiss me. A soft, tentative kiss that deepened when I didn’t pull away.

He pulled back a little shaky and laughed nervously. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I was just touched by your concern.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for Eric.” I said as I slid my hand behind his head, grabbing a handful of his wavy hair and pulling him forward for another kiss. He didn’t resist.

This time the kiss was deeper, more passionate. He reached up and got a handful of my own hair and pulled me closer. He felt like he was trying to climb down my throat. That feel of need and desperation. Here was a man who was starving for something and I was willing to feed whatever need it was.

While his one hand in my hair held me in place, his other hand reached up and started squeezing my breasts. I let out a little moan in his mouth and then he did the same. All of a sudden he let go of me and pulled back. I thought he was having second thoughts. But then he reached out and yanked at my t-shirt. He pulled it over my head roughly and the started kneading my breasts again. Then he reached around and unhooked my bra and threw it to the floor. In a rush, his mouth bağdat caddesi escort was upon my breasts, his tongue teasing my hardened nipples.

While he bit and teased on nipple, he reached up with his hand and started pinching the other. I ran my fingers through his hair. “Oh Eric,” I said as he bit down. “Harder Eric, harder.” He did as I told him and I was in ecstasy.

Then Eric lay me back on the couch. More like pushed me back. His hands went down my stomach to my waist and unfastened my pants. He then yanked down my pants and panties at once. After he pulled them completely off, he spread my legs so that one was bent up on the couch and the other was over the edge of the couch.

He leaned in to kiss me again and pinch my nipples harder. He slid his hand down between my legs and rubbed my mound. “You’re so wet already” he said as he slid a finger inside my slit.

As he rubbed his fingers up and down, I started to squirm just a bit. He started rubbing my clit faster causing me to let out another moan. Next thing I know, Eric was on his knees on the floor between my legs and he buried his face where his fingers had just been. When he started tonguing my clit, I nearly lost it. When he bit my clit, I did. He stayed right there and lapped up the juices that were flowing. And when he slid his fingers inside my pussy at the same time, he made me cum again.

He sat up, wiping his face and grinned. Then he stood up and took his clothes off. His hard cock sprang to attention. I smiled and when he came near me, I grabbed his sac in my hands and started to squeeze. Then I took his cock in my hand and leaned in and started to lick the plump head, making sure to pay attention to his ‘button hole’. It was Eric’s turn to moan.

I started to suck his cock in earnest and could feel his sac tighten. He pulled out of my mouth and came up between my legs pushing me back on the couch again. He kissed me hard and deep and then started kissing and sucking on my neck. I pushed his head against my neck urging him to suck harder.

“Bite me Eric. Bite me hard.”

He did and I was in heaven. bahçelievler escort “Harder still, please…I need harder. I don’t care if you draw blood, just harder!”

He started rubbing his cock against my slit and when he bit down harder, he rammed his cock in me. That sent me over the edge! What a feeling! Pleasure from pain. I came all over his wonderfully hard cock.

After he had me that way, Eric got up and helped me change positions. “I want to fuck your hot pussy from behind.”

I got on my knees on the couch, arched my back and Eric shoved my shoulders down. He started to show what he wanted.

“Gee, are you going to spank me too?” I asked jokingly.

“But of course my dear heart.” he said as he landed the first slap across a cheek.

Then he slapped me again and his hand landed across my cheeks and my exposed pussy. “ooooh, do that again, but harder!”

“You like that do you?” he asked as he slapped me harder several more times.

“Hell yeah!”

Then he reached down between my legs to play with my clit. I was squirming so he slapped my ass again. He shoved his thumb in my pussy as he finger fucked me. Then he slid his cock up and down my slit and shoved it inside me.

“Oh yes!” I yelled. “Yes baby. Just like that!”

Next thing I knew, he grabbed a handful of my hair and held on while his hips ground against me. Then he started thrusting in and out. Nice and hard.

“Oh yeah, fuck me Eric. Fuck me hard!”

He pulled on my hair pulling my head back some while he rode me. “Play with your clit for me baby.”

So I reached down and started to rub the hardened, swollen nub. And I moaned loud and long. His glorious hard cock going in and out, his sac hitting the sensitive spot, my fingers working in time to his thrusts.

“Oh, hell yeah!”

*Smack* He spanked me again. Hard.

“Fuck yeah! Come on baby, cum with me!”

“Where do you want me to cum baby?” he asked I could barely talk, “In….side….deep….inside….me.”

He started thrusting harder and faster and spanking me.

“Oh man, I am so close.”

“Yeah, yeah, give it to me baby.”

He grounded, squeezed my ass hard and we both yelled out as we came together.

I collapsed on the couch and Eric collapsed on top of me and as we lay there, the door opened and in walked his friend Khris.

“Well, well, well. Just what are you feeding my fish Eric?” he asked with a wicked smile on his face.

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I am waiting for you downstairs while you get ready. As usual, you are not on time but I have learned to expect that. Finally, I hear you coming down the bare wood stairs. I can often tell what shoes you are wearing by your steps, very quick childlike steps when barefoot or wearing sneakers, kinda of a slap when wearing sandals and slower when in heels. The sound this time is slow and very heavy.

You enter the room where I am waiting. You are gorgeous. You always are. Long shiny hair, a bit of mascara and eyeliner, shimmery light pink lipstick that you know I love, long eye catching earrings, a strapless summery dress and oddly, a pair of what must have been eight inch clear plastic platform heels, perhaps something that a stripper would wear. You sense the question on my face.

“I always wanted to try a pair of these”, you say, “I feel so tall and powerful.”

You are right. Normally I am a few inches taller than you, maybe even with you when you wear heels but today, you tower over me. I feel small.

“You look fantastic”, I say while lightly cupping your small left breast in my right hand and kissing your right cheek, something that I routinely do. I give your nipple a small squeeze. The angle is very different because you are so tall. “You ready?”

“Do that again,” you ask.

“Do what again?”

“Do what you just did.”

I cup your breast again, squeezing your nipple a bit harder and lightly run my left hand down your back. You shiver. I know that you like it when I do stuff like this. “We’re late, let’s go.”

“Do that again,” you ask.

“Do what again?”

“Do what you just did one more time.”

I bostancı escort give you an annoyed look. This time, I pull down the top of your dress, exposing your bare breasts. I am not surprised they are bare, you hate bras. I suckle your breast, surprised that I do not have to bend over to reach it. I gently caress your back with my left hand and then reach under your dress and run two fingers up the crack of your ass. You shiver again. I am not surprised by your lack of panties, you hate panties.

You pull my head up. We kiss deeply. I am up on my tip toes. “You have lipstick on” you say when we finally break apart.

“I know” I say while you look down at me and trace your finger across my lips. I don’t know why but kissing you when you are wearing lipstick is so exciting. You know this and take full advantage of it.

By now, of course, I have an erection which I am rubbing against your leg. But somehow I know not to expect any relief. We kiss again, lightly at first but then with full tongues. I slip my hand under your dress and caress your inner thighs. Your hands roam all over the top part of my body but stopping at my waist. We again break the kiss and I reach up to lick your right ear. I love the way your earring moves against your neck.

I gently push you against the wall.

I start to lightly play with your pussy (your term, not mine). You are getting very excited. I try to penetrate you with a finger but you are still dry. I remove my hand and spit on it. I again start to gently penetrate you with my now lubricated finger. As usual, just a small amount of pussy insertion büyükçekmece escort causes you to begin flowing copiously. I turn my focus to your wonderfully long and fat clit. You gasp and briefly move away from my hand. I look at you but your eyes are elsewhere.

I continue to rub you, occasionally inserting my fingers to draw out more lube. I love the feel of your really erect clit between my fingers and you do too. Soon you start to shake. I love it when you shake like this, you become completely oblivious. I maintain a certain pace knowing that you do not like me to increase it as you get more and more excited. Your shaking gets stronger, this is going to be a big one. Your eyes are closed, one arm is draped over my shoulder for balance and the other hand is playing with your tit.

Your shaking gets even stronger. “Faster” you whisper in contrast to what you usually want. You breathe in short spurts. You are pushing hard against my hand and then suddenly become very still. You utter a few ooh’s, ah’s, shit’s etc. I continue to rub your wonderful clit. And then it starts. I watch you as your body is consumed for what seems like minutes. And suddenly it is over. You double over effectively removing my hand from your clit and pussy. “No more” you barely say and sink to the floor, getting tangled in your heels. “Oh shit, I can’t believe that. Oh fuck, oh fuck. Wow, shit, fuck” you say as you absent mindedly caress your breast.

I sit down beside you and lightly touch the inside of your thigh. You swat my hand away quickly. “No, no more, sensitive, oh fuck.” You eventually take a deep breath and some çekmeköy escort normalcy seems to come back. You wrap your arms around me and kiss me. “Wow.”

“We better get going” I say gently.

“I need a few minutes”

I remove your shoes and help you get up and into a chair. You are really wiped out. Finally, you say “Let me comb my hair and a few other things and then I’ll be ready. I’m sorry to make us so late.”

You get up and head towards the stairs looking a bit disheveled. Suddenly you stop and turn your back to me. “Do I have a wet spot on the back of my dress?”

“Yeah, but it’s small. No one will notice, especially with that print.” I reply. In fact, it is eight or ten inches and very noticeable.

“It’s all your fault, you know.” You smile impishly at me and head up the stairs.

You return in a few minutes, looking fresh and as if nothing had happened. You have combed your hair, reapplied your lipstick, changed into normal shoes and look terrific. I look behind you and the wet spot is still there.

You wrap your arms around me and kiss me. I grab your ass and the wet spot and grind my erection up against you.

“You have lipstick on again.” you tell me as you hold my hardon, “And I saw how big the wet spot is in the mirror upstairs. You lied to me. I don’t think that I will be able to take care of you later.”

You and I walk with our arms around each other to the car in the driveway, your hand on my crotch. Neither of us care about the neighbors.

Once in the car you apply a heavy coat of the same shimmery pink lipstick. “Does this look ok?” you ask innocently. I nod in agreement. You proceed to apply a shiny, unbelievably sexy coat of lip gloss over the lipstick, knowing what that does to me.

Suddenly you remove your seatbelt and reach over, sliding your hand up under my shorts and kissing me lightly on the neck, undoubtedly leaving a lipstick stain. You whisper “I love orgasms.”

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