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(I’ve been chatting here at Literotica for many years, and written a bunch of stories. But in 2019 I met a woman in the Horny Mom’s chat room… And the erotic has gone off the charts! I’m pretty sure we’ll never meet…so this fantasy story of a once-in-a-lifetime meeting will have to do! The names have been changed; but Babe…you KNOW who I mean!)

*****

I pulled into the Radisson parking lot, turned off the ignition, and sat in the car to reflect for a few minutes. My heart was already beating like a trip-hammer in anticipation of meeting Linda for the first time at 5:00 that afternoon. That sexy, little Latina cutie had gotten my motor running in high gear, and now here I was 2,700 miles from home and waiting to hold her, kiss her, make love to her, and FUCK her! “Dang,” I thought to myself looking down at my crotch, “this feminine but oh-so hot bitch has me hard already and it’s only noon!”

Walking up to the hotel desk, a petite woman looked up at me and did a double-take. I just knew what was coming next! “Good day to you, sir!” She paused and continued, “Would you mind if I asked you a question?”

I smiled warmly but mentally checked it off on my internal counter… 1,375,839 times! Without even waiting for it, I answered her, “Six foot six…and thanks for noticing!”

After taking my key and heading for the elevator, I punched Linda’s number into my cell phone. “Hi, Babe! I just checked in.”

“Hi, George, that’s good; I just want you to know that I’m warming up for you; see you at 5:00!”

It had been a long day and after napping and showering (and still trying to control my raging libido,) I put on some shorts and a polo and headed across the street to the park to wait for Linda. It was a gorgeous day and a pretty spot, perfect for meeting for the first time. The linden trees were flowering and the scent of lilac hung on the breeze. Since I had to wait about an hour, it also didn’t hurt that the park was rife with people: joggers, cyclists, two couples throwing a frisbee… nice! The human form on display (particularly the female gender) would make the hour go quickly.

In between people watching, I spent some time fantasizing about this utterly hot Hispanic M.I.L.F. I was about to fall into bed with…I hoped! God, the trick was going to be trying not to move too fast because my body was on fire for her. She was so intriguing on a number of levels, but basically what fascinated me the most was that a seemingly dedicated wife and mother like her could turn into such an erotic seductress at the touch of the right button! I had to watch my thoughts here in the park; it wouldn’t do to have other people wondering what was going on with the guy on the park bench bulging like that. I laughed at the thought.

After some time a simply scrumptious woman jogged by, which didn’t help matters! It flashed in my brain, “Wow, now THAT’S a hottie!” as I scrutinized her body and outfit. She was blond (nothing wrong with that although I favor brunettes) but her skin was dazzling; and there was a lot of it showing! She had this belly shirt on with very skimpy shorts, and when she stopped about ten yards down from me to adjust her sneaker, I contemplated her perfect ass…trying hard not to stare!

“George! Are you looking at that woman’s butt?” There was a hint of a Hispanic accent behind me. Whipping around I looked right into Linda’s smiling brown eyes. They were crinkled with humor, and apparently, she knew me well enough by now to realize I couldn’t let a good visual go to waste! Speaking of visuals, hers was pretty good too with form-fitting black slacks and a beige sleeveless top!

“Uhh, welll…”

Stammering politely had never been my strong suit. I must have blushed properly though because Linda burst out laughing and said, “Caught you, right? Unfortunately…it wasn’t with your pants down!”

That got me to laughing! “So Linda,” I finally managed to say, “I guess we have to remedy that!”

I reached for my zipper in a mock sort of way; she squealed cutely and grabbed my hands. “Can’t you even wait five minutes? You’re sooo naughty, George!”

“Babe, I’ve never been able to keep my priorities straight; and come to think of it, I’m not even sure where ‘naughty’ fits on my priority list! Where does it fit on yours?”

“Oh, I’m adjusting mine,” she grinned, “naughty seems to be moving higher up the more we get to know each other!”

I chuckled and said, “C’mon sweet thing, let’s take a walk and you show me the park before we eat.” A small internal struggle ensued; I wanted to take her hand but thought better of it. It only takes one set of nosy eyes to make trouble.

We walked and talked for maybe thirty minutes which confirmed what I had suspected all along, this brunette was so fucking desirable; she laughed easily and teased me with her coy questions, just as she did so much of the time on-line! She had this way of looking at me which seemed to say, “I know you want to fuck me, George, and I’m going to let you; but you’re going to have to work for it!” kızılay escort My mind was panting for her like nuclear!

Eventually we sat down for dinner and I held her chair. I just couldn’t help leaning over and nuzzling her neck while pushing the chair in. Her hair tickled my cheek and she smelled so good and everything about her was so feminine! I whispered in her ear, “God, you look good; I want you for dessert!” and she giggled. I nibbled and kissed her neck just under the ear and she shivered; running my hands down her bare arms, I smiled; there were goose-bumps everywhere and I knew her nipples had gotten hard from that!

We had a marvelous time chatting over the food. I learned a lot more of her Hispanic background and she got the short version of my huge family. Eventually the conversation shifted back to us and her eyes sparkled, “So what do you want to do this evening, George?” From the time we met Linda had this way of “cute coy” that was irresistible.

My own eyes were pretty intense and they were locked on hers, “Oh, not much; just take you back to my hotel for a few hours. We can play Scrabble if you want.”

“What kind of Scrabble?”

“Any kind you want; but the stakes are gonna be extreme!” I grinned and my eyes flashed at her.

She giggled, “You want to play for money?”

I literally barked with laughter at that one, “Are you kidding? I have something more valuable in mind!”

“And what is that, George?”

I was beginning to understand this woman; she absolutely loved it when I spoke the answers to her coy questions! It was dawning on me that the words themselves were aphrodisiacs in her ears!

“Linda, if you win, you can have what you want; but if I win…” pausing for the dramatic effect, I finished, “I get to fuck you for hours!”

Yes, I was right because when I said it, a hard tremor wrenched her for a second. I think she moaned, and then she whispered, “Oh, George! Really?”

Reaching under the table, I surreptitiously slid my hand between her knees and then up the inner thigh. Her legs parted for me just a bit, and right through her slacks I gently started caressing her pussy.

Linda tried to look calm, but after ten seconds of that her eyes fluttered and she gasped, “Ohh…Oh my Godd!”

With that I stopped abruptly, “Yes, Beautiful,” I whispered, “Really!”

Linda seemed to be panting, but she tried to smile, “I ne..never r-really d-doubted y-y-youu.”

I stopped abruptly when the server appeared to take our plates and hand me the check. Linda’s eyes never left mine though, and we left in search of her car. As I got in on the passenger side, a small wall of inhibition fell, and we leaned into each other immediately! The first kiss was tentative and tender; my right hand was on her shoulder and her left was on my cheek. But what had been smoldering between us on-line for so many months was about to become full flame; I could tell it in the kiss. Her tongue was tracing the outline of my lips and mine was waiting patiently as all our pent up desire continued to build.

Just as our tongues started to swirl around together, I stopped! “Are you really ready, Linda? Are you ready for the fun to start?”

She simply smiled, “Point us to your hotel parking lot, George!”

I don’t think I even noticed her driving us the few short blocks to my hotel; we just seemed to arrive. The whole way my eyes were watching her: her hair, her neck, her ears, her eyes and her arms. My own eyes were flame as they burned down her body along the outline of her breasts pushing against her shirt. I bet she felt the warmth from that stare! I wondered if her nipples were still hard.

She parked the car and was about to get out when I pulled her to me, dragging her ass over the console and into my lap. Her back was against my chest and in this position I tipped her face to mine and kissed her over her left shoulder. It was beginning! Her tongue pushed gently into my mouth, and I sucked it deeper. She moaned and lifted both hands behind my head and pulled our faces harder together. My left hand slid down from her cheek to her right breast and when it closed on her tit, the heat in the car increased dramatically!

The kiss went from hot to torrid in seconds, and when she ground her ass backward, hoping to feel my hard dick pressing between her ass cheeks, I moaned into her mouth, “Ohhh, fuccckkk, Lindaaa!”

Linda was groaning herself! I was cupping her tit fully against her chest, but she pushed my hand away and then undid the buttons of her shirt. She pulled it open and I looked down at her cleavage. I could see her chest heaving in the fading, dusky light, and running my fingertips lightly over her curves, I whispered hoarsely into her ear, “Oh my God, Babyyy…you are sooo beautiful…Mmmm!”

Linda purred and nibbled at my neck just under the ear; then she shrugged the bra straps off her shoulders. My hand slipped into the cup of the loosened bra feeling for the straining, rigid maltepe escort nipple. She groaned low in her throat as I twisted the teat between my thumb and forefinger. She grabbed a handful of my hair on the back of my head then, pulling at it and gasping, “Ohhh Geoooorge!”

I inverted the cups of her bra and her tits plopped out with a quiver. I strummed her nipples a few times then leaned over and lifted the left tit into my sucking mouth! Linda’s head tilted up and back as an erotic jolt shot from her tit to her clit! She inhaled deeply and then gasped hard and long as my tongue flicked repeatedly over the taut teat. I leaned farther over and took the other nipple and tongued it feverishly. This time I rolled the first nipple between my fingers, and her breathing became absolutely ragged. When I tugged the nipple five or six times (pulling her tit away from her chest,) her ass lifted clean off my lap as the heat of the moment began to overwhelm her senses.

God, I was so turned-on turning her on! My hardened dick was throbbing relentlessly in my pants, but in this position, there was no way for her to get at it.

“George?” Linda’s voice was raspy with emotion.

I let go of her boob and looked into her eyes. It was almost dark but her eyes were flashing at me in the dim light. “What, Babe?”

She must have been reading my mind. “I need your cock, George! I need it in my wet pussy!”

My mouth closed on hers in a fiery kiss! It had that wild desperation in it that I crave so much. Everything about it was urgent, telling me to hurry up and fuck her; but I fought that. If this was only going to be one night together…then it had to last as long as possible.

Linda wasn’t helping the situation, “Take me…take me, George!” she kept saying when we could manage to breathe. We were both so shaken with desire, and she badly needed to cum. I slid my hand over her tummy and down the front of her pants. God, she felt so good! When my fingers touched her pussy lips, a shiver of pleasure rippled through her; and when I slipped my middle finger into her slit and gently rimmed her vaginal lips, she jerked and shuddered and purred into my mouth!

I hissed into her ear, “You like that; don’t you babyyy…Mmm…yeahhh, you like me playing with your girl pussy!” I pushed my finger deeper and fucked her with it, gauging her feelings and loving her responses. When my finger moved up to encircle her wet, slippery button; Linda squealed softly, grabbed my head, and pulled my face to hers for another kiss. Flicking her clit with just the tip of my left finger, I reached for her right breast with my other hand and cupped it fully, thumbing the nipple aggressively.

“Oh, my god, George…Mmmm…What are you doing to me; Ohhhh, myyy Godddd!” She stopped and looked into my face; her eyes were glazed and I rubbed her clit faster. “Ohhhh GODDDD…mmm…I…I’mm going to cumm if youuu k..keep doinggg thatttt!!”

“Yes Babe! Yesss…cum!” I was beside myself on fire! I plunged two fingers deeply into her pussy then quickly slid them out and spun them around her clit again! “Cum for me, Linda!”

“I…Oh God…I…” She froze. I could feel her pelvic area clench tight and knew she was going to explode. I flicked that slick button three more times and she yelped loudly, clapping a hand on top of mine and shuddering into one of the sweetest orgasms I could have imagined!

Her face was buried in my shoulder, and she shivered over and over…and over again. “God, Linda…so good…how did that feel?” I whispered in her ear.

She looked up; her eyes were wet and she clung to me, “Oh My…Georrrge…” was all she could say.

I slipped out from under her, got out of the car and helped her stand up. I chuckled because she felt a little wobbly leaning against me as I keyed the side door of the hotel and led her to my room. As we stepped inside I said, “Now comes the real fun babe!”

She laughed softly, “I know; I have been waiting months for this!”

I pulled her close and wrapped her up in my arms. Her smaller frame fit perfectly inside our embrace; she smelled so sexy and her breathing was pushing the swell of her breasts into my chest. I think I shivered; I definitely had chill bumps popping up all over me, and I kissed her forehead and worked my way down over her eyelids and nose to her lips. Oh my God! Our lips clung to each others as easily as our bodies did, and I felt the passion for her building again to a fever pitch. It took all I had to regain control of my senses and back off a bit.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Linda stepped between my legs and put her hands on my shoulders. I was holding the back of her thighs and inching my hands up toward her ass. Both of us were pulling the other closer, and in seconds, the kissing started again. Her ass cheeks filled my hands, and I pulled her tummy hard into my chest. As tall as I am, it was a little humorous…I was sitting, she was standing and our eyes were level with each others!

Our mamak escort tongues were snaking together once more, and she moved her hands up to my cheeks; God, the hunger in her kiss was incredible! Linda was making these little urgent moans, and she was sucking on my tongue one second and plunging hers deeper into my mouth the next! I almost forgot to breathe in all the excitement. All of a sudden she moaned a little differently; I realized that I had pulled her slacks and panties halfway down her butt, and my fingers were trailing through the top of her ass crack.

“Ohh yesss, Mmmm…yes!” she whispered through the kiss.

When I started to lower her pants even further, she stopped kissing to quickly open up her shirt again. Pulling up her bra, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled it to her left nipple. My lips sucked at it greedily while my fingers slipped deeper between her ass cheeks.

“You fucking little hottie,” I groaned out with her tit in my mouth. “I wanted you for so long, Godddd!”

Her only response was to move my head to her other boob and say, “Now this one, George…suck it!” I did! I lavished her tits with sucks and nibbles and licks, gripping the flesh aggressively and tonguing her teats hard. Linda’s head was lolling back in pleasure, and she held onto my ears and head to maintain some balance.

“Is your pussy wet, Babe?” I teased, “Does it need a dick inside now?”

Her breathing was raspy from the tit attention; all she could do was nod her head and gurgle “Uh-huhhh!”

“Nope, this just has to slow down, Babe,” I said while getting to my feet again. “We haven’t even taken our shower yet!”

Linda stepped back and our eyes locked. “Oh, my god,” I thought, “this is surreal! This gorgeous woman is standing there with her clothes half off and her sexy, Latina eyes flashing at me. Yep, I’m gonna pleasure her out of her mind; she’s never gonna forget this!”

“C’mere you,” I grinned.

When she stepped toward me, I slowly pulled her blouse and bra off by pinning her arms behind her a little so that her breasts jutted out at an erotic angle. I ran my hands over them again for a moment and made her purr. Then kneeling down, I slipped her slacks off, and she stepped out of them, kicking them away.

“Your turn,” she said with a smile. “you have the advantage, George; I haven’t even seen your cock yet!” She pulled my shirt up over my head. After all our conversations, she knew how sensitive my own nipples were and when they appeared, she licked at the closest one. That got me groaning again, for sure!

“Oh yeah, Linda…yesss…do it, Baby…I love that!” Wow, she was good! “Yesss… suck it Babe! Suck em harder…just like I did to you!” Sucking my nipples just made my cock even harder!

After a few minutes of that, her hands started to roam, but I took one and led her to the bathroom. “Sweetie, it’s shower time; I’ve wanted to get you in here for months!”

Linda giggled that coy way of hers and stepped into the tub. “Get naked, George, c’mon…I want to see your hard dick sooo bad!”

I was so fucking turned on at this point I couldn’t see straight. My cock was pulsing in my boxers; I think I might have been able to cum without even touching it. I grabbed the shower gel off the vanity and stepped into the shower with just the shorts on; Linda whisked them off before I could blink, and my cock finally sprang free!

I’m not massive by any means, but when she saw it, Linda seemed more than satisfied, “Oohh, my God…” she purred, cupping my balls with one hand and gently slipping her hand around my shaft with the other, “this is so nice, George, Mmmm! I can’t wait to suck it!”

I chuckled and turned on the water without thinking. That first cold spray caught us off guard and made us yelp and then laugh. The only good thing about that was that it hardened her nipples again! I gallantly stepped into the cold water stream and tried to adjust the temperature. Linda was giggling, clutching at her tits, and doing a little girlie dance around behind me; and while I played with the faucet, she reached around and played with my dick!

“Okay,” I said after finally getting it right, “it’s time to play again!”

“What do you have in mind?” she asked. Her body was trembling with emotion and eagerness.

“You’ll see; let’s get you soaped up first. Turn around, Babe, and put your hands up on the wall.”

“Why?” she asked…but she did it, leaning over from the waist.

I didn’t want to answer that, I just wanted to make this love-making the most memorable she’d ever had by taking our time. “Spread your legs a bit more, Linda; a little more than shoulder width.”

She obeyed instantly and when I gelled up my hands and slid the right one between her legs from behind (grazing her pussy lips in the approach,) she literally trembled with pleasure. From that reaction, I knew it wouldn’t take much to get her off again. I ran one finger all the way along the inside of her slit (just inside the labia) and she shuddered again!

“Oh, my Goddd, George,” she gasped softly, looking at me over her shoulder. I didn’t know if she could see me grinning at her! I reached under her with my left hand and cupped her left breast in my palm. The nipple was pebble hard and when I started massaging the tit with a soapy hand, Linda squealed and I could visibly see her ass clench!

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The train pulled out of New York and proceeded to pass through every slum in Jersey on its way south. On the way through jungles of garbage and burned-out buildings it picked up speed, reaching its cruising rate of somewhere around seventy miles per hour. Still, it would be a long ride to Orlando.

As soon as they announced the bar car was opened I made my way there, and took up a stool beside a man in a business suit who was obviously looking for something to do. He was a few years my senior and better dressed, but he had that same look of wanton adventure in his face I saw far too many times in the bathroom mirror while shaving. It was time to start the game.

“You look like you do this often,” I said to him.

He tilted his glass and drained it. “What? Drink? Every damn day,” he said.

I laughed a little. “No,” I corrected. “Ride the train.”

He waived his empty at the bartender, who immediately refilled it. Johnny Walker Red, straight up. I sipped at my beer.

“Only way to travel,” he said. “Planes are nice, they’re fast, but you lose the joy of the voyage. The trip is always as valuable as the destination.”

Even though he delivered that last part like a quote from a greeting-card-store poster (probably with a picture of a cute kitten to boot), I couldn’t agree with him more.

“Besides,” he continued, leaning over conspiratorially, as if taking me into a confidence he rarely shared, “it’s a lot easier to get laid on a train than in a jet screaming across the sky at God knows what rate of speed.”

My eyebrows went up. Not from surprise at the subject, just the rapidity with which we had reached it. Conversations with strange men usually took a good five minutes before the topic of sex arose. I hadn’t been clocking us, but I estimated only thirty or forty seconds had passed between us.

“It’s the rhythm,” he went on. “Does something to women’s pelvises. It’s the same rocking motion you use when you’re tall in the saddle, get my meaning?” I understood him completely. “Makes ’em think about it more. They don’t even realize how horny it makes ’em, ’till you got their pants off.”

I stared straight ahead, which is to say I stared into nothing, and considered how many other, more genteel ways there were to convey the same idea. Still, I admired his crudeness. It was honest, albeit antithetical to romance. He played no parlor games with euphemistic words cluttering up the conversation. This was going to be easier than I thought.

“I take it you’re not married,” I said to him.

He showed me his left hand, gold band on the third finger included. “Twenty-one years next month,” he said proudly. “Finest little lady I ever knew.”

“So,” I explored, “you only think about getting laid on trains?”

He nudged my arm. “No, son, I get laid just as often as I can. Trains, hotels, golf courses, you name it, I’ve done it. But trains are definitely the best. I’m on the road ten months out of every year. If I wait to get home my balls would explode in the meantime.” He chugged his drink and laughed softly. “And the Missus is probably getting it on just as often while I’m gone. Can’t blame her. What’s she supposed to do, sleep with a carrot till daddy gets back?”

The idea birthed interesting visions. I smiled.

“How ’bout you, son, you married?”

I said I was, and showed him my wedding band, too. “Five and a half years,” I told him.

He sniffed, indignant. “And I suppose you never had an unfaithful thought the whole time?”

I smiled and sipped at my beer. “I have had many indiscretions,” I confessed readily. “But my wife and I have a unique relationship. We are very upfront about our detours.”

He studied me. “You tell her when you fuck other women?”

“And she tells me about her men,” I said. “We rely on honesty.”

He suppressed a laugh. “Honesty will get you nothing but a shitload of trouble,” he said. “Take my word. She tells you it’s honesty, but she’s just loading up ammunition for the big kill.”

I knew he was wrong, but let the subject drop. The idea was not to debate some stranger about my lifestyle, but to observe another’s technique. Switching gears, I asked him, “So, how do you go about deciding who to go after?”

Bill was glad to be back on top of the conversation. “It’s their eyes,” he said. “You wanna watch out for wide-open eyes, stay away from them. And eyes that dart about nervously, un-uh, no good. You want eyes that are half closed, relaxed.” He scanned the room. “Now, there’s a couple of likely young ladies,” he said, and elbowed me again. I turned to look where he indicated with a nod of his slightly round head. At the far end of the car two young women sat at a small, round table, sipping something blue from frosted martini glasses. They looked to be more my age than his. One was a stunning redhead, the other a sleek brunette. The redhead was dressed in a white pants suit, the brunette in a floral print dress. They talked the way women do; they become gaziosmanpaşa escort so quickly at ease with each other and delve energetically into sharing confessions, whereas my new-found friend and I were still making verbal parries, feeling each other out.

“Not bad,” I said.

“Not bad?” He laughed, more of a guffaw than anything else. “Son, you have high standards. Where I come from, they are Grade A Prime.”

“Where’s that?” I asked.

“Ohio,” he said. “The Buckeye State. Home of some of the ugliest women in the country. That’s why I love these East Coast trips. Beautiful women, and none of that California attitude. I have yet to take one of these train rides and not get lucky.”

I grinned. “Then I’m glad I ran into you,” I said. “I could use some luck in that direction.”

My friend turned to study me for a while, assessing me with an appraising glare as if I were a used car and he was trying to decide if I was worth the investment or just a bundle of someone else’s nightmares.

“You look okay,” he finally said. “Smile for me.”

I did.

“Not bad. It’s that honesty thing. Women sense a man who can’t keep a secret. Scares them.” He studied me some more. “Maybe it’s your approach. Now, take that brunette.”

“Why not the redhead?”

“‘Cause the redhead is mine, son. Now, take that brunette. Looks like a professional person, business lady, maybe a buyer for some store. Probably on a business trip, too. This business for you or pleasure?”

I told him I always try and mix the two.

“Good man,” he said. “That should make this easier. Anyway, she probably appreciates a no-nonsense approach. No coy catch phrases, none of that cute pick-up line crap. Compliment her, but not too much. Let her do most of the talking, smile a lot, listen, and all the while imagine her buck naked. She’ll see the look in your eye and know exactly what you’re thinking. From there on, you let the train do the rest.” He rocked side to side on his stool. “It’s the rhythm of the railways, son. Works every time.”

We introduced ourselves. I was Mike, from Connecticut, and he was Big Bill from Ohio. We each ordered one more round for ourselves and one for the two ladies, and as the bartender made his delivery we went to join them.

“Maybe I should try for the redhead,” I whispered to him as we crossed the car.

“Out of your league,” he quickly retorted. “Nobody fucks better’n a redhead. There’s nothing so hot as a red-patched cunt. Tasty! Stay in the bleachers, son, the redhead’s mine.”

We were at their table. “Hope you don’t mind,” Big Bill said to them as we assumed our seats across from them. “But it’s such a long and lonely ride to Florida. No sense us all going all that way by ourselves.” He sipped his drink. “You two do go all the way, don’t you?” he asked, and laughed. “To Florida, I mean?”

I was so glad he warned me about using corny pick-up lines. The redhead and I exchanged cringed looks. The brunette seemed fascinated, however.

She was Jill, and the redhead was Tina. Jill was a teacher on her way to a seminar on reading in Ocala. I figured that was close enough to a retail buyer. Tina said she was on vacation and didn’t want to discuss business. Bill seemed thrilled.

“A woman of mystery,” he said, making it sound like he’d found the Hope Diamond.

“No mystery,” she said. “When I work, I work hard. And when I play…well.”

She didn’t have to finish the thought. Bill was hooked.

Jill and I talked about education for a while. Bill and Tina got to know each other better, talking about current events, entertainment, music, movies, and TV. They each had another round while Jill and I nursed what we had and shared insights into the effects the diminishing family structure in America was having on education. She was a very intelligent woman, besides being incredibly more attractive up close than she had been from across the car. Her features were petite, soft, framed in brown hair that rolled in flowing currents down the sides of her face. Her figure was elfin also, but that’s the way I prefer women to be. The classic Playboy model is fine for a few seconds, but after you get past the silicone, what else is there? I always admire a woman who is proud of what she is and not so uncomfortable she transforms herself into somebody else’s ideal just to get acceptance from strangers.

Bill leaned over to me at one point and warned me in a whisper that I was way off track. “Too much jabber about kids and schools,” he said. “Cut to the chase.”

“It’s a long way to Florida,” I told him. “What’s the rush?”

He shrugged. “Well, suit yourself, but if you waste too much time on her and strike out there won’t be enough time to pick out another.”

Such a gentleman; concerned about my sexual well-being and we had only just met!

“I’ll take my chances,” I told him.

We invited the ladies to dine with us as the gölbaşı escort hour began to get late. We walked the five cars to the diner, and Bill excused himself to the nearest men’s room (all that Johnny Walker backed up, I supposed) and he indicated I should go with him. Odd; I thought it was the women who always went to the bathroom together.

While he peed, he asked me what car my berth was in.

“I’m coach,” I told him, and he nearly had a fit.

“What were you gonna do? Fuck her in the chair with Grandma in the next seat and her three grandkids watching?”

I hadn’t considered the matter. “I was hoping she had a room,” I said.

“That’s a loser’s attitude,” he told me. Done, he zipped himself up and walked to the sink. “Lucky for you, I am always prepared. I have a double. Always rent a double, just in case. What the fuck, the company’s paying for it. I can have the porter put up the partition, if you don’t mind sharing.”

I said I thought the idea was intriguing. We rejoined the ladies, who had availed themselves of restrooms the same as we had. Refreshed, we all went to the dining car.

Bill and Tina were getting along very well together. Jill and I felt like we had known each other for a long time. Between the salad and soup Bill leaned to me again and whispered, “Hey! What’s up? You and Tina keep looking at each other.”

I hadn’t been aware that we had.

“Keep your nose in your own neighborhood,” he said.

Indeed.

While we had coffee after the meal, Jill said it was a shame the trains didn’t have dance floors. The music coming from the hidden speakers was very inviting. Bill laughed out loud.

“I can see everybody up doing the fox trot when this baby hits a curve at eighty-five.”

He made sense. The pictures that came to all our minds were quite humorous. But, I noticed that the car had all but emptied out, and we didn’t have waiters passing behind us every few seconds with heavy trays balanced overhead. I got up and took Jill’s hand.

Surprised, she allowed me to help her stand, and I took her to the widest spot in the aisle and held her and we began to dance. Bill winked at me, like I’d finally done something right. Tina smiled. Even the waiters thought we were cute. They made sure not to disturb us until the song was over.

When we were finished, Bill suggested we head back to the bar car, but Tina shook her head and said she was getting a bit tired. She rolled her shoulders and Bill right away got behind her and started massaging her neck. He invited her to his room, saying in a few minutes he would have all the kinks worked out of her, and his tone had all the subtlety of a cinder-block. Still, the offer was apparently more than she could resist.

We all left together, and Jill took my hand as we walked from car to car. Her skin was soft and warm. She had small fingers, dainty hands and feet. I caught her twice smiling at me from behind her cascade of tresses. The dance had done the trick, as Bill might have said.

While the ladies freshened up again Bill tipped the porter and had him set up the double as two rooms. The partition was a collapsible plastic curtain that was completely opaque but hardly soundproof. When the ladies rejoined us Tina vanished with Bill in his half, and I invited Jill to join me in the other. “Unless you’d rather not,” I asked. If Bill had still been there he would have kicked me.

She answered by taking my hand and leading me inside. I closed the door.

On the other side of the partition, Bill and Tina were laughing in attempted muted tones. They were apparently preparing to have some fun together. I looked at Jill and she blushed. There was no place else to sit but the turned down bed. She sat and pulled me down beside her, and still held on to my hand.

“You’re very beautiful,” I told her, and reached up to touch her face with my palm. Her eyes closed as I caressed her. I leaned over and our lips met, tentatively at first, and then as we savored each other’s taste, more passionately. Her lips parted slightly and I took that as an invitation. My tongue pierced her mouth and met hers. She tasted like berries, warm and ripe in the sun. Must have been that blue drink she’d had at the bar. I held her and we kissed for a long time.

A sudden jolt and we both jumped. The curtain between the two halves of the room shook. Voices on the other side, muted for our benefit, laughed merrily. Jill and I parted and stared at each other.

“If this…arrangement makes you uncomfortable,” I told her softly, “we can go someplace else. We don’t have to do this if you’d rather not.”

She looked down, and smiled, and having made a decision looked back up into my eyes. “I have a choice,” she said quietly, “of sitting up all night in coach and listening to the beat of my own heart, or being here with you and listening to yours.” She leaned toward me and kissed me tenderly, then sat back again keçiören escort and reached for the tie at the front of her dress. “I’d much rather be with you,” she said, and pulled the strings that closed her bodice. The front of the dress fell open, and she stood and let it fall away from her shoulders. It collapsed silently at her feet, and she stepped out of it, clad now in nothing more than a small bra and thong. She sat again, and we kissed some more, and as she unbuttoned my shirt my hands went to her sides, explored her ribs, her belly, her back, and while there fumbled with the brassiere’s snaps. As I freed it she leaned back and let me pull the garment from her.

Her breasts were small but rounded, soft and pale, with brick-red nipples already erect and puckered. She eased my shirt off my shoulders and I leaned down to put my lips on those nipples, and held them for a while, sucking gently at first, then harder, and letting the tip of my tongue flick across them the farther they intruded into my mouth. She whimpered at each lashing, her skin raised in gooseflesh. Her hands opened the front of my pants.

I stood, and she drew my pants down past my knees. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of them, and now naked stood before her letting her eyes take in all of me. Her hands, so delicate and small, tested the waters of my flesh, and then she sat forward so her face was even with my bobbing erection, and she very slowly took me in her mouth.

My hands went to her hair, getting tangled and lost in the folds and waves of brown. She devoured me, I felt myself colliding with the back of her throat. Her hands grabbed my ass and held me in tightly. Her nose flattened against my belly.

I eased her back, and she reclined, and I slipped her thong off her and tossed it aside. I lowered myself over her and her arms wrapped around my neck, and we kissed long and hard, and then I moved slightly down and bit at her throat, and her chest. I nipped at her breasts. Her fingers grabbed my hair as I slid down even farther, running my tongue down her belly and across her trimmed patch to part her pussy lips and find her clit waiting and wet for me.

I licked at her, and inserted my tongue inside her, and she raised her pelvis up to make it easier for me to plunge deeper into her. I held her ass, and a finger teased her asshole, and when she moaned approvingly I slipped it inside her as well.

The sounds coming from across the divider became momentarily louder, and we both smiled, and I even had to laugh while I was eating her, which tickled her and made her laugh, too. I came up on top of her, my cock dragging along the inside of her thighs, and she raised her knees to guide me in. I entered her easily, and her legs locked behind my back, ankles crossed. Her arms encircled the back of my neck. I was blissfully trapped.

And then, as if the thought came to us both at once, we deftly rolled over and she sat up, still pierced on my cock, and she began to ride me. Her petite breasts jiggled slightly as she rose and lowered herself on my cock, and I watched in fascination as I vanished inside her only to appear again just before disappearing once more. I reached up and held her breasts, using my thumbs to massage her nipples, and ran my fingers over her belly and shoulders. She looked down on me, her pretty face framed in layers of brown hair, and I felt the heat in my loins begin to grow.

Carefully, I lifted her off me and reached my knees, and placed her before me on all fours, her legs slightly spread. I eased myself between them, and my cock quickly reentered her, my hips slapping at her ass as I pounded inside her. She held herself up with one stiff arm while the other reached back to alternately fondle my balls and her clit, which she fell to rubbing frantically. I slipped a finger up her ass again and we fucked like mad for a minute, and then I exploded inside her.

I felt her womb clutch at me, and she emitted sounds such as an animal might make preparing for battle. She thrust her ass back at me; I couldn’t be inside her any deeper. Her pussy sucked at my throbbing cock as I emptied inside her, and when I finally slipped out she continued to move as if still impaled.

I lay her down and rolled her over, and brought her knees up again, this time sliding my head between her legs and burying my tongue up inside her. She grabbed my hair and held me down, rubbing my face on her crotch, and I felt her feet land in the small of my back. I licked her clit hard, and she came again, loudly, and then pulled me up and kissed me, sucking both our flavors off my tongue.

I sat up, and Jill lay back and watched me for a while, a slightly drunken look in her eyes.

“Do you have a robe?” she asked.

I said I had nothing, it wasn’t even my room.

She sat up and took my shirt, and after buttoning an essential three buttons slipped barefoot out of the compartment, excusing herself to the bathroom. I sat back, wondered why I quit smoking, and waited for her to come back, which she did soon. She sat again beside me, still wearing my shirt, which fell partially open revealing a very luscious breast.

Across the divider, Big Bill began to call out, and from the sounds they made it was obvious to us both that Tina was going down on him. I smiled, and Jill did too after watching my reaction.

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Black suit, the black so deep you think you’re in a Hi-Fi movie theater; makeup and hair so perfect, you know everyone spent all morning in the bathroom; only whispers beneath the sound of utensils, you know it’s all about the young man whose portrait sits on the chair. The eye tries to escape the heavy, dark atmosphere. It crawls along the wall with its exposed river rocks knee high and mahogany wood paneling above. Only a short glance at the ceiling makes the eye dart back down. The ceiling is low, held by heavy beams that evoke the oppressive feeling of imminent collapse. A small window with cross beams opens the view onto the lawn around the hunting lodge and the dry forest beyond, where scrawny deer are bloodied by men drinking Coors light.

A young woman sat upright, her back facing the big round table for eight. Ivory-white Revlon foundation covered her entire face. The ceiling lights reflected off her high gloss Maybelline Red Revolution lipstick. The dark mascara and meticulously groomed eyebrows made her blue eyes radiate brilliance. A black mesh veil cut thin, black, diamond-patterned lines across her face, hanging down from the little black Robin Hood-inspired hat. The look of the twenty-four year old was so dramatic that the men thought it as perfect as an actress for a high def close up porn and the women thought it as perfect as a princess from a fairy tale.

Four marines filed into a line in front her. The skinny, white leather straps, the golden buttons, the little pockets in the vest, honorary ribbons, and of course the needle-spikey saber at the side. They faced straight ahead. Their eyes were fixed on a distant point, like a port on the other side of the ocean. There was a little terror in their gaze, like it had been drilled into them. Their faces were so clean and smooth like boys taken from playing around the creek in trunks and making dirty jokes followed by lots of snickering. One stepped forward to present a ceremonially folded American flag. A white cotton-gloved hand was placed beneath and another positioned on top was positioned with the precision of a laser guided bomb. The young woman grabbed the flag. Her drunk hand missed the first time and the second time smashed the thing on the table next to her on the pile of envelopes and photos.

Next up was aunt Mathilda. Her fat heels overflowed the black slip on black flats. She had had to convert a tent into a dress to fit her fat belly and hips into it. The skin underneath her eyes was droopy from age and fat, as well as living her whole life for gossip. Her brunette hair had the curls of yesteryear.

“Oh child, it is such a horrible thing that William passed. At least he died fighting for our country.”

“No, he died in a car accident.”

“If I can get my hand on that reckless other driver, I’ll strangle him myself!”

“There etimesgut escort was no other driver. He was falling-drunk and drove into a bridge support.”

“I’m sorry, Ivy. But you are so pretty. You’ll find a new husband in no time.”

Flap, Ivy’s black gloved right slapped across aunt Mathilda’s face. Uncle Benjamin’s mouth dropped open and a broccoli crown rolled down his shirt and landed somewhere between his thighs. “How dare you,” Ivy’s voice screeched through the hunting lodge like a firework rocket whistles on takeoff.

Ivy surged up onto her black Dolce & Gabbana high heels. Her bare legs showed below the Skaist Taylor tight, black, mid-thigh dress. Only a young person would show that much skin at a funeral. Daisy, Ivy’s best friend, rose from her table, pulling on the tablecloth that a young lad swiftly grabbed to hold the plates on top of the table. The two ladies stormed out leaving utter silence in their wake.

Outside was a porch with a rustic untreated, wooden railing. The wood was so weathered that it had been bleached and roughened. Ivy squatted down, hugging her legs to her chest, and started bawling. Her lungs were shaking, emotion flooding out of her. She was a little, black bundle on the stilts of her high heels. Daisy, severely constrained by her tight dress and super high heels, side hugged Ivy from behind, slowly patting on her back. “I’m here. Just let it all out.”

A young lad peeled away from one of the circles of people talking in front of the lodge and smoking. He was dressed in a black jeans, actually rather gray from the many machine wash cycles, a dark blue Gap shirt, and his nicest sneakers. “Hey, William and I went hunting a couple of times. I wanted to give my condolences before the game is starting. Notre Dame…”

“Not now,” hissed Daisy. Her shaking raised finger was an inch from his eye. Her eyes were shooting fire and devastation out of murderous, protective rage. She had swiveled around in a second.

The young lad walked down the steps of the porch backwards. With terror in his pitch black eyes and ghostly white face, his reticular activation system had narrowed onto Daisy, as if a white shark had jumped at him out of the blue sky.

Mies was standing in the door. He had followed them out to see what had happened. Mies was in the inner circle of William’s friends. He had a blond crew cut that made his chiseled face stand out. His strong chest made any shirt and suit look good. He was a contractor. He worked all day with his hands. And his body was buff from carrying wooden beams around and lifting heavy bricks. He stood there, easy as ever, centered as ever, and warm as ever like a cuddly, yet very sexy, teddy bear.

“Mies, watch her. I’m getting the car keys. I’m getting her out of here,” etlik escort said Daisy.

“No problem,” said Mies. With a luxurious black Armani bow tie perfectly tied and a bottle of champagne held by the neck, he was the perfect gentleman both in the good boy and bad boy sense.

With Daisy gone, Mies and Ivy were in their own little bubble. The other guests had given them a few yards of distance. Ivy straightened. They looked at each other for a while. The dried out, wilted fall grass around them felt a little more peaceful. The deer heads and wood carvings on the façade of the hunting lodge felt a little more dignified. The worn surfaces reminded them how the lodge had been there for decades, lasting through time, and it would still be here tomorrow, and so would they.

“Is there any private place in this lodge?” asked Ivy.

Mies took her pale, slender hand in his strong, manly hand and led her inside and up the creaky stairs. “This is a strictly men-only club. They made a huge exception for William to close down for a day, and let mixed people in. With everyone in black formal wear, I doubt anyone went inside the steam room. It’s probably turned off today to save energy.”

He pushed the locker door open. Benches and tall locker doors filled the room. A neat stack of towels was at the end of each bench. White lined baskets were neatly emptied of used towels. A big screen TV was still on with a newscaster blabbing idly to an audience of no one. Mies’ hands gripped the big steam room handle and pushed the milky glass door open.

The air was still warm and moist. Nobody would find them here. Mies sat down on a stone block. He put his baby, the champagne bottle, carefully next to him. He untied his bow and let it hang over the back of his neck. He opened the two top buttons of his shirt. He relaxed his head back against the tiles and let his legs sprawl open.

Ivy walked past him, grabbed the champagne bottle by its neck, leaned against the wet wall and let herself glide down to the floor. She kicked off her heels. Her feet were freshly pedicured. Mies’ eyes followed up her slender, athletic body with a smitten smile. She popped off the champagne cap. The bubbly sprouted over the bottle, her fist, the floor, and finally her dress, and she lifted the bottle to her lips and drank. The golden champagne foam ran down her mouth.

“Fuck it,” she said, when she handed the bottle to Mies. Her eyes rolled wildly without a care, now that she was away from the audience. Her décolleté was glistening from a combination of the steam room moisture precipitating, her sweat forming from the heat, and champagne runoff still frothing. Mies had taken of his suit jacket. He had rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. The rolled up fabric at his elbow reminded eve gelen escort her of a pirate or at least a Caribbean vacation. He was a hunk to look at with his strong body and easy, carefree blue eyes looking ahead. She stared at him as if she were beaming a hole into him with laser eyes.

“What I miss the most is a big hard cock.” Her eyes exhibited her drunken state. The rawness of her thoughts bubbling out uncensored. “We used to fuck every freaking day. Mm, I can taste his salty, sweaty skin on my lips just thinking about it. He ravaged me every day. The withdrawal from that is so horrible, like getting off H at the end of summer 2011. And I can’t talk about it with any of those people. What would aunt Mathilda think, if I admitted that I’m so depraved that I’d sell my soul for a thick, hard cock?”

“Lady blue balls,” uttered Mies. He said every word slowly with a deep voice, letting it sensually roll over his larynx. There was this warmth and understanding in it. And there was that ever cool, warm, friendly, devious smile on his lips. He looked steadily into her eyes. There was a deep sub communication in the connection.

Ivy got on her knees and crawled across the slippery, wet, white tiles. She climbed up his body. He let her come onto him. She latched her full lips onto his. The lips were fully mashing against each other, eating each other, deep tonguing each other with a hunger to get the most exposure to that warm slippery mouth of the other person. Her boobs pressed against his 300 lbs. bench press chest. Her slender hands chased over the back of his smooth, white shirt feeling up his body and revving his engine of arousal.

His hands curved around her ass, pulled her closer, and slipped in between them to grope her breasts. She tore at his shirt to get him out of clothes, all the while their lips were locked tight as if for life support. She reached into his pants and wrapped her fingers around his thick, hardened manhood. “I want this.”

His shirt came off. The deltoids were wonderful. He pinned her against the wall, where she had been sitting earlier. She wrapped her legs around the small of his back. She loved the feeling of being pinned, of his strength, and of being taken. He loved the hot young girl: her boobs, tongue, eyes, ass, and her wet nether lips. He ripped her panties down her thighs.

Half-dressed with her black funeral dress riding high and his bare butt above the pulled-down pants, they were fucking like animals in heat. Biting and nibbling on each other, he thrust deeply into her. And she ground her pelvis against him to receive each ramming. Sweat glistened on them and drenched their clothes. The whole scene was shrouded in the light lingering steam.

Eventually, they succumbed to the release. Breathless, they glided down to the ground. Sprawled out, exposed in disheveled clothing, they rested in the womb-like warmth of the room. The erotic, warm feelings were slowly glowing inside of their limbs. The semen slowly dripped out of her and down her thighs. Her fingers played idly with his nipple. She thought about pulling out a chest hair to torment him. However, she only did that in serious relationships.

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We got into the car, & arrived back at my hotel. Anne clothes were in my room so she asked to bring them down. I gathered courage & asked Anne to join me for a cup of coffee & pick her clothes also. She thought for a while & agreed. We moved to my room & as she was picking her clothes I took all the courage and went closer to her and kept my hands on her shoulder. She turned and gave me a cold stare first and then slowly blushed, and then asked me “will you make love to me?. I want to make a real break with my past.” And she came toward me.

We looked at each other for a moment and then she came into my arms. For a moment we were out of control, passionately kissing each other all over. I finally calmed enough to take her face in my hands and kiss her beautiful lips. Her breath was hot and we kissed long and passionately. I took off her jacket & led her over to bed. I bent over and kissed Anne firmly on her sweet lips. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down to her level and kissed me back. I moved my hands from her back and through her top I took her fair sized breast in my hand and started running my fingers round. She inhaled a deep breath and pressed her breast into my hand.

I unbuttoned her top and helped her out of it and the bra was next and I unhooked it. I cupped one of her breasts, releasing it from her bra. She shivered; the heat was growing inside her. I gently took her nipple and rolled it in my fingers. It hardened to my touch. I then took it into my mouth & held it between my teeth. She moaned and scratched my back with her nails. I took her bra off her shoulders and leaned over her taking her right nipple into my mouth. I sucked hard keeping her nipple in my mouth. I could feel it stretch and I bit down gently with my teeth and continued to pull.

Anne reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. She pushed it over her incredible hips and let it slide down. My cock started to throb at that sight, as well as the vision of her black panties.

I slid my fingers under the waistband and pulled them down. My dick was fully hard now in anticipation.

I moved & slipping off my jacket and tugging at my tie. Anne went to work on elvankent escort my pants as I wrestled with the buttons on my shirt. She unhooked my belt, then released the catch. I felt her fingers slide over my erection as she unzipped my trousers.

Kicking off my shoes and sliding my shirt off at the same time, I pulled the Pants & undies tossing them onto the chair. Anne reached her hand around my neck, her lips came up to mine and she kissed me passionately. Her tongue slid between my lips and teeth and teased at mine. Her glorious breasts were pushed into my chest, and her breathing was becoming quicker.

I kissed her, as we fell back on the bed, running my hands over her belly. Her beautiful large breasts pressing up against my chest, I started to gently massage them. We were completely naked, rolling around the bed, feeling each others heat building up.

She kissed my on both eyes and then down my throat. I raised my chin to allow her mouth to go where it wanted. Anne kissed her way down to my chest and lightly nipped both of my nipples with her teeth, then licked them with her healing tongue, and continued to kiss and lick her way down until her tongue was coiled in my navel.

She squeezed her breasts together and began to massage me with her nipples in the same places where she had been kissing me. This time, when she reached my down she took my cock gently in her hand, kissed the tip and licked the hole at the end. I sighed with pleasure.

Anne held the base with her thumb and forefinger and started licking the shaft, the head and under the ridge, after a while she backed off & knelt between my legs and started licking my crotch and balls. I was moaning with pleasure.

Anne moved up & ran her tongue all the way to the tip. She surrounded the head of my cock with her lips, and then slowly moved her head down, engulfing me in her mouth. She continued to take me into her mouth until her lips were pressed against my pubic hair. I lay back moaning in pleasure while I watched Anne’s head bobbing up and down on my shaft. After couple of minutes at the end of one stroke she stopped, took emek escort my cock out of her mouth and said “I really like sucking you off. I hope you can hold off cumming for a while.” I was in no position to reply as I was riding high & she too without bothering to hear me resumed taking my rod all the way into her mouth and out again.

I felt my climax building and as it got close, I told Anne, “I’m going to cum”. She nodded her head briefly and stopped and squeezed the middle of my cock with her fingers so I could hold. I used all my mental energies to hold back my ejaculating.

She moved up beside me & said “I don’t want to waste your energies & want to feel you in me.

As I hugged her and kissed her, I ran my hands along her shapely waist, hips and ass. I moved my mouth to kiss her eyes and ears and then down her throat, and I cupped one of her gorgeous breast in my hand and licked on the nipple. It seemed Anne’s nipples were highly sensitive and just the touch of my tongue on the nipple caused her to start breathing hard. I gently fondled both the gorgeous twins and alternated licking the large, erect nipples. Anne leaned back with her head on one of the pillows & smiled.

I started to kiss her neck and shoulders, slowly going lower, running the tip of my tongue over her soft body. Massaging one of her breasts, I start to kiss the other, taking in her nipple and sucking on it gently, nibbling at it ever so softly. Making her moan. I alternated from nipple to nipple for several minutes. Holding her breast with my hand I licked the channel between them and licked and kissed my way down her delightful belly.

Anne moved her legs over my shoulders and I wrapped my arms around the beautiful thighs, burring my face in her lovely pussy. I kissed her inner thighs, running my fingers just outside her hot and dripping wet pussy and started massaging her there with my tongue and lips.

The smell of Anne Pussy made me mad & taste of her juices even more. After feasting on them, I licked slowly between Anne’s pussy lips while she was moaning and whimpering and fucking her pussy into my face.

Anne eryaman escort was humping her pussy into my face and her moaning were becoming louder and increasingly ragged. She was really enjoying what I was doing. I slipped two fingers inside her and stroking her g-spot brought her to her long awaited climax. She screamed in delight as she clamped her thighs around my head and bucked hard against my face. My face was covered in her juices when she finally released her grip on me. “Oh Naveen, it’s been great I never felt like this.

“Well that’s just the trailer” I told her.

I went to the bathroom and washed my face.

When I returned, Anne was still lying on her back, a smile of blissful contentment on her face.

I lay on my back, with a pillow under my head as Anne moved down & took my cock in her mouth and sucked it for a few strokes. It was hard in no time . Anne moved & put her hands on my chest and prepared to mount me. Anne raised herself up and over my cock and then slowly lowered herself. I held my cock in my hand until the tip was even with her pussy, then rubbed it against her clit. She smiled in pleasurable anticipation then lowered herself, and I guided my cock into her pussy. Once the tip was in, Anne lowered herself even more slowly and my cock slipped into her wet pussy until it was all the way in, with my pubic hair tickling her smooth, sensitive pussy lips. She sat on me for a minute& then we began slowly fucking.

I squeezed her large breast with my hand & licked first one nipple, then the other. They were as big and as firm and as delectable to lick as I had ever known them to be, and I continued to lick on them. Anne changed her motion so she was rising up and slightly forward then back down. This produced greater penetration into her pussy. Our strokes were slow because we were enjoying ourselves so much and we wanted it to last. We continued fucking and kissing and giggling and pleasuring ourselves immensely, and then I whispered, “I’m going to cum.”

Anne shifted her position. Her strokes became longer and deeper as well as faster. Her purring changed to grunting and I could tell she was also ready to cum too. I put my hands on her hips to steady her. Faster and faster she pumped her pussy around my cock. I moaned and pulled her down tightly on my cock as I pumped my semen into her hot pussy.

Anne continued her motion as she milked the last juices out of my cock. Then she sprawled on top of me& my limp cock slipped out .

More in next story.

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-Pamela-

She stepped out of the shower, water dripping from her tender skin, and took a towel off the rack wrapping it around her. Her mind raced with anxiety as it always did, and she stopped to look at herself in the mirror. Long brownish-blonde hair, green eyes, wrinkles beginning to form, but the echoes of genuine beauty still present in her body and face. Tits still perky and luscious, and an ass so tight that she got pleasure just wrapping the towel crisply around it.

She was beautiful, intelligent, and very naughty. With a Master’s Degree in Divinity, she wasn’t supposed to think the way she did, but she had always been that way. Her and her husband Joseph owned a large cabin on a mountain in Montana, and a music club in the small town closest to them. They often put up bands from out of town in their cabin, and Pamela had struggled to get to sleep many a night fantasizing about the muscular young musicians sleeping just several yards away. She had acted out a few times, but nothing severe.

She was beginning to need something though. The sex between her and Joseph had long since stopped being kinky enough for her, and had even grown mechanical. He was kind, humorous, and attractive, but after fifteen years of marriage her female hormones had started to cry out for something more. She found herself reminiscing about her semi-wild college days more and more, and dreaming about fantasies as yet unfulfilled.

-Justin-

He stepped up from the piano after another rehearsal and stared across the room at his fellow band members, all of them plain and unattractive, yet always willing to throw insults his way. His sensitive side found it’s way to the surface, and therefore opened him up to ridicule for numerous different reasons. He found no need to hide his true self, while others danced away from their own shadows. His Mom convinced him it was just jealously, and sometimes he believed that might be true, but he would never be able to understand the intense insecurity emanating from most males around him.

Twenty-two, tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders, chiseled features, a few tattoos, the exact image of male beauty. He was so open-minded and forward that he found himself scaring females away more often than not. For a long time during college he was convinced it was because he was unattractive, but after he received a modeling offer his confidence grew, and he began to embrace whom he really was. Kinky, forward, open minded, and just downright filthy in a lot of sexual ways.

His band was off on a road trip now to Montana, and he was looking forward to the time away.

-Day-

The show in Montana went wonderfully. Pamela and her husband were incredible gracious hosts and club owners. The crowd was huge and jovial, and drank themselves silly dancing to the music into the early hours of the morning. Several times throughout the night Pamela and Justin met eyes, and even brushed against each other as they passed. Justin was very attracted to her, but he had been in trouble with his band many times before, and had promised to try to behave. It was against his nature though.

Pamela was consumed with lust; she hadn’t felt this çukurambar escort way in a long time. There was a moment in the evening when she had to pee and sitting on the toilet she almost had to get herself off because she was so wet, but she resisted, and tried to embrace the pleasure and lust she was feeling. She enjoyed watching his gorgeous face and arms in his tight black tank top as he sang onstage and walked around. When they made eye contact an electric shock ran through her that she had never felt even in the earliest days of her and Joseph’s courtship.

-Night-

After the show the band talked to the two of them, and accepted the offer to stay at their place. Upon arriving at the house, they were shown the upstairs, downstairs, the large bathroom, the Jacuzzi and deck, the dogs, and many other elements of pride the couple had about their place.

As everybody wound down, Justin found a place of solitude in the small basement, with a large window behind him looking out to the Jacuzzi. He noticed everyone making their way out to the deck, and stripped down to his boxer briefs to join them. Stepping into the water felt so amazing after a long and stressful day. His thoughts were temporarily off of Pamela, as she seemed to be preoccupied with her husband and the house.

Slowly his fellow band members stepped out to make their way to bed and Justin was left in the Jacuzzi with Joseph. They had several fine conversations while drinking chardonnay, and after a period of time Pamela came out to join them, letting her towel drop to show her red bikini. Joseph seemed unphased by Justin’s preoccupation with her body, almost as if he didn’t notice. It’s as if after such a long marriage jealously could no longer be felt.

Justin himself couldn’t remember ever being so hard… her eyes were alive like those had had never seen, and her bikini was so beautiful clinging to her body, the back of the bikini bottom so tight it was almost riding up her perfectly formed ass cheeks. The conversations began again, and Justin found himself genuinely enjoying them as a couple. They were mature, and confident, and able to talk about themselves and others without a hint of resentment or jealousy. It was a wonderful change from those he was accustomed to.

After a time both of them got out to go to bed, and in what Justin hoped was an attempt to come back, Pamela asked him if he needed anything. He requested another glass of chardonnay and she nodded in agreement, Joseph unaware anything was being spoken between their eyes. It made Justin angry and empowered at the same time, to see a man so utterly uninterested in a woman he had married. He wondered if all relationships were this way. It made him want to fuck Pamela so hard that she would forget Joseph even existed.

-Nirvana-

He found his mind running away with him again and came to his senses, finding himself alone in the Jacuzzi, and remembering he had asked for another glass of wine…

He heard the door to the deck open and Pamela stepped out carrying two glasses of chardonnay. She had dried herself off a bit and put on a robe, her beauty still incredibly stunning even demetevler escort with her body covered.

She set her glass down next to the Jacuzzi, and handed the other to him, then stepped back and let the towel drop from around her. Justin could barely keep his eyes from staring… she had removed the bikini and was stepping into the Jacuzzi completely naked. Her nipples were semi-erect and her ass was just begging to be smacked as she stepped over the side and let the water rise around her. As she leaned back they made eye contact and she smiled, he smiled back. They raised their glasses and toasted, acknowledging an unspoken sexual attraction that they both felt. Whether or not it would be nurtured was unknown to either of them, but the magic of the moment was something that one experiences only a few times in life.

They began a conversation about love, life, and everything in between. She opened up to Justin like she hadn’t to anyone in a long time. What seemed like twenty minutes was actually a couple hours. Every once in awhile he asked about Joseph, and she said he was asleep already, seeming unconcerned. Her eyes were filled with lust from the moment she had stepped into the Jacuzzi, but Justin was trying to remain professional. After a time though, the warmth of the chardonnay began to sink in and his words became more descriptive and animated.

She described college experiences… threesomes in public bathrooms, affairs with Professors, and none of it turned him off. In fact it turned him on. In school for divinity, and she was kinkier than most girls he had ever known.

He shared stories as well, and the conversation gradually grew still as the night overtook them. She asked him what he was thinking, and he knew if he was going to avoid trouble this was when he should speak up and leave, but he couldn’t. They shared so many of the same thoughts; he thought it couldn’t just be a coincidence. He responded by asking what she was thinking, and when she wouldn’t answer he walked through the water and slid his hand around her waist… she closed her eyes as his fingers touched her, opening her thighs allowing him to slide two fingers up her already wet and widening pussy. Finding her clit, he rubbed it soft at first, then harder, leaning over to kiss her neck hard, then moving up to her lips. Their tongues met, wrapping around each other violently as he pushed her head back, pushing his fingers up even more deeply inside her. She responded to his rough touches with her own, holding the back of his head hard and pulling him to her, their lips grinding on each other…

Finally stepping back, he licked his fingers and let her do the same. He leaned down to suck each of her nipples, both of them about ready to explode, and her body convulsing with each flick of his tongue… he used his arms to turn her around and she willingly conceded when she realized what he was doing.

Now bent over the side of the Jacuzzi, submissive, she pushed her ass out and up into the air allowing him to caress it with his hands and his tongue… she felt him lick around her ass cheeks and up and down the edge of her ass crack, every so often his tongue dikmen escort flicking down to her pussy… finally, with a sudden burst of strength after such tender caresses, he smacked her tight ass as hard as he could, so hard the her head actually banged against the deck, bringing her such a rush of pain and pleasure that she almost came right there… she nodded signaling that she liked it, and he smacked her again, this time on the other cheek, following each spank with a caress to soothe the wound. Just when the pain began to die down he would spank her again…

She was so aroused the words just flowed out of her mouth…

“Spank me Justin, fuck yes, spank me… I’m your little fucking slut… spank my ass raw…”

Her words turned him on so much that he became even more visibly aroused and thus more forceful… asking if she liked it… when she responded yes he gave it to her again, hard spank after hard spank, until little glints of blood began to appear around her ass cheeks. He licked them click and then turned her head around to kiss her hard once again, now climbing up onto the side of the Jacuzzi on his knees…

His boxer briefs were already down a bit, and she leaned down to take his engorged cock deep in her mouth. She wanted to choke on his cum, and she pushed her head down as far as she could until her gag reflex kicked in. He held her head on it, shoving it down into her throat and then pulling it back again, every so often kissing her passionately and wiping the tears of pleasure and pain from her eyes…

She needed this so bad, every time she reached up to feel his beautiful chest and abs, she completely forget about the troubles of every day… the pain in her ass cheeks turned into pleasure as they grew numb, and she allowed herself to be taken away in the moment.

Swinging her legs back into the water, her pussy had never been more ready to get fucked… she put her head down onto the deck and closed her eyes as he spread her thighs apart and slid his massive dick inside her, his muscles clenched as he fucked her tight body again and again. The combination of wet skin and water caused for a loud slapping sound that screamed through the night as his dick penetrated her pussy over and over again, every once in awhile the sound of a hard spank ringing through the night like a gunshot… she came after about five minutes of unadulterated pounding…

He felt her gush all over his dick, and pulled out, now moving up to her ass… she saw where he was going and spread her ass apart, letting him slide his dick in her even tighter asshole, pushing it in deep, feeling it clench around his dick. It took him all of three thrusts before he came to orgasm as well, the flood of cum flowing out around his dick and into the hot water… the deck was a mess of cum, both his and hers, and they both kissed and stared at it in pleasure… then took turns licking it up and kissing, dirty kisses. He licked some of the cum out of her ass, and then ate her pussy with it still on his mouth, her responding by sucking his cock clean. They were both sweating and covered in cum and feeling more pleasure than they had in a long time.

They drank a bit more, and used a towel to clean up…

He made his way into the basement area and quietly tried to go to sleep, while she made her way upstairs to lie down next to Joseph, feeling more alive than she had in many, many years.

Her longings were silenced for the moment.

END

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I was sitting in the middle of the couch, April was seated at the far end of the love seat. We were just looking at each other, April was the first to speak. “I’ve only got about 30 minutes left on my lunch break, are we gonna do this or what?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I replied, standing up so I could take my pants off. “C’mere.”

I was wearing sweat pants, and I pushed them down with my boxers, letting fall to the floor around my ankles before sitting back down. My cock sprang free of my boxers, causing April to coo quietly. I was only half-hard, for the same reason, I had just been staring at her. April was a little bigger than her pictures suggested, she was lucky I had already gotten that hard. “What do you want me to do?” she asked.

She stood up and came toward me. I seriously couldn’t believe how big this girl was. I could feel my cock going limp. The only reason I was kind of hard was the thought of a woman getting me off, it had been more than a few weeks, and I was desperate. I wasn’t even a little attracted to her. “Get on your knees and suck my dick,” I told her.

“Ok,” April said, getting on her knees between my legs. She wasted no time grabbing my cock. “Impressive.”

A moment later, my cock was between the lips of a slut I had only met an hour or two ago, and she was sucking it like a pro. I put my arms on the back of the couch and let her go to work. She didn’t use her hands as she enthusiastically sucked me hard. She used a hand to move her shoulder-length blonde hair behind her ears, but she was bobbing up and down on my swelling cock so fast it didn’t make much difference. It wasn’t long before my cock was hard and throbbing in her mouth. I was in a six-week drought, and I was already getting close to the edge. April started going all the way down to the base of my prick, I could feel my dick-head in her throat. A few times, and that is all it took. After about the fifth time, the tip of my cock entered her throat, I lost it. I shot at least eight massive pumps straight into her esophagus. She didn’t even move, she stayed impaled on my cock until I stopped cumming. April easily drank my six weeks worth of pent up semen. Once I was done, she slowly slid her lips up my shaft, sucking out the last drops of my cum. “You’re supposed to warn me,” she said, smiling as she used the back of her hand to wipe her sperm-glossed lips.

“Yeah, sorry,” I replied. “You’re büyükesat escort too good, that one snuck up on me. I got ya next time, though.”

“So, I guess I’m not going to get to cum,” she said, wiggling my deflated cock.

“Why not?” I asked, looking down at her, and feeling a little bad for her.

“I doubt I have enough time to get this hard again and get off on it,” she said, sounding disappointed. “It takes me a good twenty minutes to cum from penetration.”

“How about I just return the favor?”

“Really?” she asked, sounding a little more excited.

“Well, yeah. Why not?” I asked.

“Most guys I get with like to eat pussy,” she said, “I assume it’s because of my size.”

I could relate to that. I didn’t really want to eat April’s pussy either, but she had given me such an incredible blowjob I couldn’t say no. “How long does it take for you to cum having your pussy eaten?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she replied. “I’ve never had a guy try long enough. Normally they give up after a few licks.”

Now I really felt bad for her. “Ok, get up, switch places with my,” I told her.

Her face lit up. “Really?” she asked. “You’re willing to give it a try?”

“Yeah,” I replied, “Why not?”

“Yeah, ok,” she said, standing up and unbuttoning her pants.

We switched positions, and she had her pants down enough for me to pull the down to her ankles after she sat down. I was shocked to see that she was wearing a thong. I pulled that down around her ankles and was staring at the sexiest, fat pussy I’d ever seen. Her outer labia was meaty and full, and her pink slit seemed almost twice as long as any of the other pussies I’d ever seen. I pushed her legs in the air. “Can you hold your legs up?” I asked.

“Yeah, of course,” she replied, wrapping her arms around her legs behind her knees.

I grabbed her by the hips and pulled. “Move your ass to the edge of the couch,” I told her.

April scooted down to the edge, and her pussy was now inches from my face. She smelled amazing. I could feel the blood rushing back to my cock. Her scent had a slight smell of sweat, not enough to bad an offensive odor really, but just enough to be intoxicating. She was as bald as the day she was born, and her bright pink pussy lips were already glistening with pussy juices. I leaned in and put çankaya escort my lips on her clit and sucked it into my mouth, lightly nibbling it with my teeth, being careful to be gentle. “Oh, fuck!” she screamed, grabbing two handfuls of my hair and pulling me tighter to her saturated, fat cunt.

I moved my hand to her pussy and rubbed the length of her pussy lips before sliding my two middle fingers inside her fat twat. I wasn’t surprised that she wasn’t very tight, but she was really hot and unbelievably wet. I bent my fingers up to her g-spot and applied pressure as I flicked her hard clit with the tip of my tongue. My cock was quickly coming back to life as she moaned and writhed in ecstasy. “Oh, god… Oh, fuck… yyeeessssss!”

I reached down and grabbed my cock with my free hand, stroking it as I licked this fat bitch’s cunt. I couldn’t believe how hard I’d gotten so quickly, just from eating her out. I lifted my face from April’s drenched cunt, and asked, “I’m hard again. You wanna get fucked?”

“Yes, please,” she moaned.

“You have time, right?” I asked. “I don’t mind making you cum with my mouth.”

“Fuck work, they can wait. I won’t get fired,” she said between moans. “I came here to get fucked. Now, Fuck me!”

I stood up and put my knees on the edge of the couch in front of her. I slapped my hard cock against her fat, wet pussy. I couldn’t believe how huge this bitch’s cunt was. April’s pussy slit was almost as long as my nine-inch cock, and each side of her outer labia was fatter than my cock. I slid my hard fuck-stick along her dripping snatch a few times before easing it into her. April moaned as I slowly inched the entire length of my shaft into her. Once I was all the way in her, I used my thumb to massage her clit. “Fuck that slow shit,” she said. “You can slow fuck me next time if you want. Now I need you to pound my fat cunt as hard as you can, you big-dicked bastard.”

I got a little better balance, then started to fuck her hard. She wasn’t very tight, which made it easy, but she felt fucking amazing. I was shocked. After about a dozen hard, fast strokes, I was on edge again. I pulled out quickly and slid my cock along her wet slit again, focusing the back of my dick-head on her distended clit. “Oh, fuck! Did you cum” she asked.

“No, I was close, though. I pulled out, so I didn’t cebeci escort cum too soon,” I replied. “How about you? You want me to keep fucking you, or will you cum easier if I eat you out?”

“Fuck me,” she replied. “I like the way you big dick feels inside me.”

I moved my cock, aiming it at her gaping fuckhole. April’s pussy juices were leaking out of her, down the crack of her fat ass cheeks, then puddling on the couch under her. I pushed into her and instantly began pounding away at her again. I put my thumb back on her clit, and she started screaming. “Yes! Fuck me! Yes! Fuck me! God, yes! Fuck me! Harder! Harder… harder! Fuck me!”

I sped up as much as I could and still keep my balance. My pelvis made a wet smacking sound every time I slammed against her fat, wet cunt. Her pussy was so wet that her pussy juices were splashing up a little. I made it a little longer the second time, but the urge to cum still hit me quicker than I would have thought. “Oh, shit. Are you close?” I asked. “I think I’m gonna cum.”

“Oh, fuck!” she screamed again. “Don’t pull out this time!”

“I have to. I’m gonna cum,” I told her.

“No! Don’t pull out!” she screamed louder. ” It’s ok, I’m already pregnant!”

“Seriously?”

“Yes! Cum in me!”

That’s all it took before she finished telling me the last time I had already slammed into her and started spewing my second load in her big, fat, loose cunt. I grunted and tried to push deeper into her as I pumped at least ten huge shots into her. It had been months since I had cum inside a woman. About halfway through my orgasm, I felt her pussy contract, and she screamed out, “Ohh… fuck! I’m cumming too!”

We both stayed in the same position for a moment, trembling slightly. April was the first to speak again. “Are you good?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “You can take your dick outta me now.”

I pulled my already deflating cock out of her. Her sloppy pussy-hole was gaping open as wide as my cock, and her pussy lips looked stretched. I wanted to dive in and eat her freshly fucked cunt, but she stood up too quickly. As soon as her feet hit the floor, she was bending over to pull her thong and jeans up. “Impressive, baby,” she said after she stood up. She gave me a peck on the cheek. “I’ll only be a few minutes late for work. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so quick. Can we do this again sometime?”

“Yeah, sure,” I told her as she walked away. “Text me.”

“For sure, you’ve got a nice dick, baby,” she said, opening the front door. “Oh, and you can pull your pants up now. I’m done with you for the day.”

I stood there with my limp dick wet and my pants around my ankles still as she walked out of the door, closing it behind her.

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New Year’s Eve has never been my favourite time of year. Always I’m confronted by the question of whether I should go out to a party and try and pretend I was having a good time while trying to look inconspicuous hanging around in the kitchen, trying to doge the drunks and creeps and somehow hoping someone reasonably sober and nice might come and talk to me or just accept reality and stay at home on a night when every self-respecting person my age was out. Usually I surrendered to the reality of my boringness and stayed at home.

This year was different. While we’d received a couple of party invitations from friends of Greg, he and I both had other plans for the night together, so could decline them with a sense of purpose rather than defeat.

Instead we just stayed at my family’s holiday house watching TV and then wandered down the path to the beach a little before midnight to watch the fireworks that were being set off down the main end of the town beach. We’d been finding places to have sex on this beach for six weeks now so knew every likely nook and cranny. What we wanted for tonight was somewhere closer to the midnight fireworks which were happening down the main town end of the beach while still being far enough away that the crowds wouldn’t have overrun it. We set off having a pretty good idea where that spot was.

As we walked I held the arm of Greg closest to me wrapped in both of mine; leaving its hand resting in contact with my crutch, our hips and thighs sliding sensuously past each other with each step. As we walked and chatted Greg — as I’d intended him to – turned his hand fingers in and under the hem of my dress where he played provocatively with the material of my bikini bottom lighting up every point of sensitivity in the skin underneath.

While he had a head start from the effect of my bikini fetish, Greg seemed to have a natural instinct which told him how to have maximum effect on me while he did this. His fingers gently zig zagged down the front of my pubis, across my mons, rimmed the leg hem of my bikini bottoms, glided along the very edge of each labia and generally touched up everything that was possibly capable of reacting to his touch.

In his other hand he held one of my bags with a single towel for us to sit on, a radio to listen to the New year broadcast and a bottle of champagne with two glasses.

The spot we had in mind was as quiet as we’d thought it would be. Just far enough from the main part of the beach to be separate from the crowds, it was a sand hill where the seaward side was covered in that low dune scrub Councils seem to use to bind them together — so a very unattractive place for the general public to find a grandstand seat, while the back of it was accessed from a valley between dunes and was just clear sand. From the top we’d have a perfect view of the fireworks and a comfortable seat.

By the time we’d arrived our passions were up. No sooner had Greg sat on the towel on the ground than I was sitting across his lap, our tongues jousting with each other, his hand up my dress and mine wrapped around his naked erect shaft — the top button and Velcro zipper of his board shorts quickly surrendering to my frantic tugging.

The dress I had on was a favourite of both mine and Greg’s. A Roxy beach dress, it had a halter balgat escort neck with skimpy triangle tops and a comfortably loose lightweight stretch knit bodice that never the less followed the curves of my body. It presented a minimal obstruction to Greg’s hands as they explored every inch of the flesh underneath. As his hand moved up to play with a breast, the bodice of the dress followed, encouraging him just to flip the whole thing over my head and leaving me naked except for my bikini bottoms; and they fairly quickly had a hand down the front of them alternatively slopping up the juices from my pussy and using them to make me all slimy and sensitive while playing with my clit. I was almost surprised I still had the presence of mind to pull his T shirt off his body; much as I preferred to have sex with Greg while he was naked, my passions were almost getting to the point where you start to lose focus on such details.

We’d already decided we wanted to see in the new year ‘in colitis’ so to speak; crazy I know — the sort of thing only young lovers would even think to do. But it somehow seemed an appropriate metaphor for all we had and hoped to experience through these holidays. There was just one little thing bothering me as the radio Greg bought told us the time was approaching when we really should be stepping thing up a level to fulfil our intention.

“Who gets to watch the fireworks?”

“Both of us” was all it took for Greg to otherwise answer by his actions.

Lifting me up off his lap he sort of tossed me over into a hands and knees stance facing down towards the main part of the beach where the fireworks would be. Then, bringing himself up onto his knees between my legs, his hand were instantly back over my thigh and down the front of my pants again where he continued to extract a stream of pleasurable moans from me as he played with my clit even as he bent over and tenderly kissed the skin of my back.

OK, so that was the obvious answer to my question and it just showed how much we were still learning this game of sex that I hadn’t thought of it, nor even done it doggy style before. Still I preferred having sex with Greg face to face; but for one night I figured I could compromise.

His erection was pushing into my bum crack, folding my bikini bottoms into it in the process. I put my hands between my legs, grabbed the base of his shaft and bent it down to come between my legs and along the valley of my slot; only Greg’s fingers stopping it from pushing hard up against my clit. One at a time Greg pulled the side tie knots of my bikini bottoms until they fell off me and draped themselves across the length of Greg’s shaft. Pulling them aside Greg bought his erection into direct contact with my clit; moving himself back and forwards to stimulate it.

The radio told us it was only a few minutes to midnight. I grabbed Greg’s shaft and guided it into the entrance to my body; it was time to make sure we straddled the New Year with our love making. At first he was slow and deliberate; pushing himself deeply into me with every stroke. And then as the clock struck midnight and the first firework left a stream of light as it flew skywards, his pattern changed. As the firework exploded into my eyes, Greg slammed batıkent escort himself into me (or at least as much of a slam as Greg’s concern about hurting me would allow him). His love making kept time to the fireworks and music from the radio — which even in this small town ran a specially designed synchronised ‘accompaniment’ to the fireworks; all the while his fingers till playing with my clit.

It wasn’t that long before what must have been a particularly large firework streaked upwards, cascades of light falling from it as it went, Greg’s shaft starting to push into me, almost following its path and timing. It exploded, its light filling the sky and almost hurting my eyes, Greg accelerated his thrust and slammed me again as it did. Then as the noise of it hit us, I felt a feeling in my stomach – that funny rumbling feeling that a loud bass noise induces — which instantly caused my climax to break upon me; a wow climax if ever there was one. I contracted hard on Greg, my arms folded under me and I went down face on the ground, bum still up as my body instinctively sought to draw every ounce of pleasure from it and the now hurried almost desperate thrusts Greg hit me with as he looked for his own climax.

As he draped himself over my back and nuzzled my ear, he whispered —

“Happy New Year beautiful, and may we enjoy many more like it together.”

I fought back a tear as the full significance of his words hit me. It was a wish that had a future; a wish that reaffirmed the love he expressed for me was, in his mind, something more than a brief sex filled fling with an out of towner. I know, I knew Greg well enough to be confident of that already; but it’s still nice to have it said in words.

Now I know why I prefer making love face to face. Awkwardly, in a single action I pulled him out of me by swaying forward, rose upright on my knees, turned around to face him, straddled the still impressive residue of his erection between my legs, put my arms around him and hugged him tightly and as I kissed him replied —

“I hope it’s many, many more.”

Then even as his cum oozed out of me I put a hand between my legs and reinserted him, contracting on him to see if I could induce it to a prolonged firmness.

Pulling his mouth away from my kiss, Greg blurted out —

“Karen, I think I can safely say this is the best New Year’s Eve I’ve ever had, and it’s not just because of the sex. It’s the first one I can think of where I’m exactly where I want to be; not just at some boring party and not at home wishing I had somewhere better to go. I’m with the person I really want to be with.”

Why does Greg get to say all the best lines first? He’d stolen the thought straight out of my brain. That’s the trouble; we’re too much alike. One part of me was ready to fall into a blubbering tearful mess, another was tempted to engage in the bantering with each other that we like to do with a reply something like —

“I donno. Maybe it might have been better to go to that party Kate was trying to drag us along to.”

[# Australian slang for “I don’t know”]

But there a time and place for banter and this wasn’t it. All I could come back with was —

“You took the words out of my mouth. beşevler escort Thanks for sharing it with me and thanks for just being you.”

And then I kissed him again.

It seemed too early and too much of a come down to just walk home again already. Greg asked me if I’d get the champagne and glasses from the bag while he enlarged a depression in the sand into a sort of lounge where we could sit with our backs and heads resting comfortably against the edge of it while spreading our legs out in front of us. There we sat naked on the towel, drinking our champagne and chatting, his arm around me as I snuggled into his chest.

It was probably about an hour later during a break in the conversation as we both just sat there contemplating the stars that I apparently fell asleep. All I remember is that I had my head against his chest enjoying the sensation of its rise and fall with his breathing when I remember feeling a little drowsy. As Greg described it I suddenly just slumped across the front of his chest. He eased me back into a more comfortable position leaning against him and for a while sat there with his arm around me waiting for me to wake up again; except that he too then fell asleep.

So there we lay; naked lovers sleeping wrapped together by Greg’s arm on a public beach. About 2 am Greg woke up again and, realising the hour, thought we’d better get home. Extracting himself from under me, he got dressed and then bent over me whispering into my ear.

“Karen would you like me to carry you home?”

Words can have magical effects; especially when you’re half awake. Those words carried me back to my early adolescence; words whispered by my father to his not quite fully adult daughter as he carried me almost sleeping from the car to my bed after a long late night’s drive. They were words that brought back a sense of safety and security; of being in the embrace of a loving family; of the impending drawing to a close of my childhood. They were words associated with perhaps the last truly intimate — in the most innocent meaning of that word — contact between me and my father before my own physical and emotional development made such contact embarrassing and therefore unthinkable.

They even brought back a memory of the last time I’d slipped my hand into that of my father’s as we walked through a strange crowded place; that feeling of comfort as he gently squeezed it and folded it in his grasp. I was 13 or 14 at the time, but that particular moment has never left me.

I opened my eyes to see the person who has taken over those feelings. I suppose there is a time after adolescence when you feel a bit on your own security wise. It’s not that your family abandon you; more that you exercise your independence from them — you develop a sense of security that doesn’t rely on them; even if that’s not entirely an accurate statement of reality.

And then someone like Greg comes along and all those feelings you’ve deprived yourself of for so long come flooding back; this time mixed up with a lust and sexual desire completely absent from those earlier times. No wonder this stage of life can be so confusing.

None of this emotion or memory Greg could have been aware of as I answered his question by wrapping my arm around his shoulder, pulling his face to mine and giving him a deep passionate kiss. It was tempting. The little girl still in me would have enjoyed reliving her younger years; the older girl rather fancied being carried naked swooned across her lover’s arms. But it was several hundred metres. That’s a long way to carry my 50 kilos. It wasn’t fair to Greg.

“That’s OK, I can walk.”

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I was in the room when I heard you knock on the door, my heart started racing with excitement as I walked to the door. Looking around making sure that the Music was on, the flowers were on the bed, the wine setting in the ice in the sink and all 7 of the candles were lit throughout the room. Seeing all was ok I reached of the door and opened it. There you stood before me, after talking to you so much I see the sweet, sensual woman that writes those words I read across the screen.

Reaching out and taking your hand I help you through the door, looking into your soft green eyes as I wrap my arms around you pulling you close as I slowly lean down and kiss your sweet lips, my tongue parting them as it finds yours, even at this moment I can feel the heat and passion in you. As we back up still locked in a deep passionate kiss, I kick the door closed. My hands roam across you back and down across your sweet ass, gently squeezing it closer to me.

As I break from your lips I tell you how glad I am that you came. You tell me how glad you are too. I pour us 2 glasses of wine as we sit on the edge of the bed, you look around your eyes like what the see, your nose loves what you smell, as you turn and pick up the rose I had laying on the bed for you. As you look at it I set my glass down and knell on the floor before you, leaning back I slide my hands down across your legs picking them up and setting them in my lap as your I look into your eyes, sliding your shoes off and massaging your cute toes after such a long drive.

Sliding them back up and across your thighs. As I start massaging and caressing them I look up at you, asking how your drive was? As my hands slide up and across your hip I slide them under your top at the waist. My hands touching your soft smooth skin for the very first ankara rus escort time. As they slide up across your back I lightly kiss your lips over and over again as I slide them up slowly removing your top. As I toss it over on the chair I see you got the top to the Leopard skin bottoms Mmm and they unhook in the front, as my hands slide around to your hips I kiss down across your cheeks, nibbling your ear, my tongue teases you, sliding down your neck, kissing down across your breast.

My tongue slides across the top of your bra, down into your sweet cleavage kissing up across the other as I slide my hands up and unsnap the front releasing them, as the top hangs across each of them, as I slide my tongue across them pushing the top from them, the tip of my tongue touches the tip of your nipple. As I circle it around it I reach for the wine, dripping it on top of your breast as it rolls down across it and down to your hard nipples. I wrap my lips around them, mmmmm so hard they are, and covered in wine they are so good. As I help you stand I stay knelled in front of you as now I am even with your waist.

As I reach up I slowly undo your pants, the zip them down slowly the first sight of what I have see for so long is just inches before me. As I slide you pants off over your hips I just have to squeeze that sweet ass as I feel it under my hands. Leaning over I kiss your navel, circling it and probing it with my hot wet tongue, as I slide your pants on down and off you. As you sit back down I look back in your eyes, I can see the passion building in them.

As I stand I slide my Harley shirt someone got me off, as you lean forward you undo my belt, and unsnap my pants, mmmm slowly unzipping them, as you slide them down across me, steeping out of ankara türbanlı escort my boots them my pants I stand before you in just my Harley boxers. As your hands grab the back of my legs I feel them so warm and so soft, I am going to love every minute they touch me. As you slide them up my thigh the disappear under my legs as you slide them up squeezing my ass. Dam that feels good. As you slide them around to the front I feel your first touch on my cock now getting hard enough to slide it’s way out of the fly in the shorts, one of your hands grabs it at the base as the other cups and caresses my balls. My knees are weak as your touch seems to go all through me.

As you lean forward you kiss it your tongue sliding around it as your hands squeeze it. You pull my shorts down as I then step out of them. That was just a sample of what’s to come, As you lean back I kneel again in front of you as my hands slide up your smooth tanned legs and across you, As I lean down just inches from what I have seen only in pictures, I kiss your sweet mound covered by your sexy leopard skin bottoms, as I slide my tongue across them I can feel the heat from you, and can feel the wetness through them.

Sliding my tongue up and down across it your swollen wet lips just under the material. As I kiss, lick and nibble down to your inner thighs. sliding my tongue and lips all over them. Stopping and seating back I hook my fingers in your waistband as I slowly slide them down as you lift that sweet ass and I slide them across it, down your legs and off your feet. Kissing at your knees and working back up across your thighs my arms resting on them. Leaning down I slide my tongue through your soft, silky hair, so smooth and also so very wet.

Your legs spread a little bahçelievler escort more as my tongue drags across your clit before sliding down, barley touching your lips, Dam your juices taste so good, you were right. Standing and sliding down on the bed next to you my hips up buy your head my head so close to your hips as you slide up and on top of me, your legs straddled across me as I slide my hands up and across your ass, your sweet juices I can see on your lips, waiting to be sucked off.

As I slide my tongue between those sweet lips, I feel your hands wrap around my hard cock and your lips slide over and down it. The feeling was so intense that I slid my tongue deep into you and pulled your ass down on me driving my tongue deeper into you as I feel your tongue deep in your mouth teasing my cock. As I slid my tongue from between your sweet lips I take them in there and suck and nibble them, rolling them between my lips.

I can feel your nipples sliding across me as you raise and lower on my cock, you hands gently squeezing my balls, then you really do it as you slide my cock from your lips pulling it back toward my body and slide your tongue down it licking and kissing it down to my balls your tongue sliding across them, gently teasing them. You can feel the head of it throbbing, pulsing against your check as the precum oozes out of it, I slide my finger between your lisps I wrap my lips around your clit, sucking it into my mouth, my tongue teasing the head of it and I feel your muscles tense around it actually sucking it into you.

As I feel that you hands grab my ass and you take all my cock deep into you and you can feel the first loads of cum deep in your throat just as I at the same time feel your hot cum running freely across my fingers which I remove and replace with my hard hot tongue deep inside and feel you cum running across it and into my waiting mouth as I continue to lick and suck you till I can feel no more of your sweet juices, and you continue draining my cock, sucking every drop from it, breaking from each other yes we are glad we came.

The night is still ahead.

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Three months. It had been three months since Felicia and Bo had seen each other. Purposely, of course. Felicia had no intentions of taking their affair any further and Bo couldn’t stand being around her knowing that he could never have her fully. So, they didn’t reach out to each other. No phone calls. No emails. But Bo missed Felicia. He had parted ways with his girlfriend. Like all the others, she couldn’t fulfill him. In the back of his mind, he knew he would never find someone to fill Felicia’s place. That’s what it was really all about.

Felicia cried that night and every night after that. She cried for her husband, she cried for Bo, and she cried for herself. She had never imagined herself caught in such a triangle. What she had done was unfair to all parties involved. Although her husband would never know, he didn’t deserve it. And she had made it harder for Bo to move on. As for herself, she had reopened a wound that had long been healed. But now was not the time to wallow, she had to get to work.

***

Felicia made her way up the stairs of the brownstone that held her private dance studio. After entering, she locked the doors and disabled the alarm. It was 9 a.m. and her first class didn’t begin until 11 a.m. She liked to be early. She liked to have a few moments in the space before everyone came with their baggage and drama and whatever else was on the menu for the day. She walked down the stairs to the ground level, where her office was. It was her home away from home. She had a bathroom, a bed, and a little kitchen area. She kept drawers of dance attire and first aid supplies and feminine products. It was her very own “Woman Cave.”

She put down her belongings and changed into her dance attire. She wore skin tone tights and a Copenhagen Blue leotard. The uniform was the same for all her students. She, however, topped off her look with a Petal Pink wrap skirt and beige, canvas ballet slippers. She always felt her best in this clothing. She felt free. As she began to pour her cup of coffee, the door bell rang. She looked at her watch. It was 9:17 a.m. It can’t be a student, she thought. It was too early. Perhaps it was the new ballet barre she ordered. kızılay escort A smile spread across her face as she ran up the stairs. She had been waiting for this delivery for weeks. She unlocked the front door.

Bo didn’t know what he had been thinking. It was like his feet did the thinking for him. He had walked from 27th street all the way up to 126th street that morning. This was the act of a desperate man. He could tell by the look on her face that this was probably a bad idea.

“Hi,” Felicia greeted him. Her reaction was neither friendly nor unfriendly. Just blank.

“Hey,” Bo said back. His heart was beating out of his chest. He could feel the back of his neck get hot.

“What are you doing here?” Felicia asked as if she didn’t know the answer.

“I had to see you,” Bo blurted out.

Felicia bit her bottom lip and looked down. Had she not known that this could happen. She felt her eyes get teary.

“Can I come in?” Bo insisted.

Felicia knew it was a bad idea, but she stepped aside and let him in.

“How did you find me?” Felicia asked. She had never told him where her studio was located.

“Nina,” Bo replied.

And it all made sense. Felicia’s best friend Nina could never keep her mouth shut. Although, she thought Felicia’s husband was a nice guy and she didn’t think Bo was a good fit, she knew deep down that no matter how hard Felicia tried to squelch it, she would always be in love with Bo. No matter what.

Felicia closed the door and walked further into the dance studio. She had renovated the space. The whole floor was wood and mirrors aligned the walls. Bo looked around. He remembered when this place was just a dream to Felicia. They used to lay in bed and talk about what they wanted for their future. Individual and together. And she had managed to make her individual future a reality.

“This is amazing,” Bo marveled. It’s just like you described it.”

Felicia flinched. She remembered the conversations they would have in the middle of the night.

“Bo-“

“Please. Don’t say anything,” Bo begged. “I know I missed my chance. maltepe escort But you cannot tell me that you don’t love me.”

Felicia hesitated. Bo grabbed her hand and pulled her into him. Felicia tried to pull away, but her body betrayed her.

“Tell me that you don’t love me,” Bo whispered into her ear. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

Felicia began to weep. Bo lifted her head, so her eyes were leveled with is. He wiped the tears from her closed eyes. The tears had begun to form a river down Felicia’s face. He kissed her like he did months before. And her reaction was the same. Felicia kissed Bo back. It was her natural reaction. With his free hand, Bo, caressed Felicia’s body. She could feel everything through her leotard. Her head started to get lost.

Bo kissed the hallow between Felicia’s collar bone. With eyes unopened she felt her way to the top button of Bo’s shirt and began to unbutton it. Her mind was screaming at her. Her mind was yelling for her to stop. Her mind was yelling for her to think of the consequences if her husband found out. But her body succumbed to Bo’s kiss.

Bo pulled the loose ribbon to Felicia’s wrap skirt and watched, through the mirror, as it softly fell to ground. Felicia placed her hands inside Bo’s open shirt and pushed it off his strong shoulders. She kissed his chest and Bo pulled her closer. Looking up into his eyes, Felicia leaned in and began to kiss Bo savagely. She wanted to taste the warmth of his tongue and he obliged. Bo’s manly hands cupped Felicia’s butt, trying to find a way into the leotard.

“Take this off,” Bo whispered in her ear.

Without hesitation, Felicia began taking off her leotard. Bo kissed her body. First her collar bone, then her breasts, and last her navel. Now on his knees, he took the rest of Felicia’s uniform off. He stared, for a moment, at her beautiful pussy. Lifting her right leg over his shoulder, he plunged his face into the neat triangle and allowed his tongue to play with her clit.

Instantly, Felicia’s body got hot. She placed her palms on the top of Bo’s head. She moaned softly. And Bo’s cock stiffened. mamak escort He enjoyed the sound of her soft moan. It turned him on to make her feel good. He plunged his tongue deep into her pussy and felt as her body got weak with pleasure. He grabbed her other leg and placed it over his shoulder. He was sucking on her clit. Felicia was going to collapse. Her toes barely supported her.

Bo, carefully, lowered Felicia to the ground. He watched her as she tried to catch her breathe. But she wasn’t ready for him to stop. She put her finger through the belt loop of his pants and pulled him closer. Her body was calling for him and she needed him to answer immediately. She unzipped his pants and pulled them to his knees. Her eyes sparkled and she marveled at his chocolate dick. Licking her lips she sat up and wrapped them around him.

Bo held his breathe as he watched Felicia’s head bob. Felicia knew Bo liked to be sucked sloppy, so she let her saliva drip all over him, while using her hands to massage his balls. Bo got stiffer and Felicia went faster. The feel of her warm, wet tongue was almost more than he could handle, but he had to save himself for what was next. He gently pushed Felicia away.

Felicia turned so she was on all fours. Her perfectly plump butt was beckoning Bo to come closer. He could see her pussy dripping at the mere thought of his penetration. Bo submerged his massive, schlong into Felicia’s tight, soaked pussy. And she squealed with a mix of pain and pleasure. She began to wind her hips against his and Bo began pounding her gently. Felicia’s head was spinning and she knew she would be cumming soon.

The two caught glimpses of themselves in the mirror-lined walls. Bo watched Felicia’s booty jiggled. His manly hands held her tight to keep from bouncing too far. And Felicia had never been able to see what they looked like before. It was a show that she was enjoying; watching the full length of Bo slam into her. She was beginning to cum. Feeling the steamy liquid engulf his penis, Bo went faster causing Felicia to cum again. Now shaking, Bo exploded into Felicia. They both buckled to the floor.

Felicia looked at her watch. She started to get dressed.

“You have to go,” She said. “My students will be here soon.”

Bo began putting on his clothes.

“I’ll wait for you,” he said.

“No, you have to go,” she replied.

Bo got close to Felicia. Her heart started to beat fast. He kissed her neck.

“How ever long it takes. I’ll wait for you.”

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“Matt could you shut the door for me please?” I asked. We were in the basement of the fast food restaurant we both worked at. I was the charge person. At 35 I was older than most of the “kids” that worked there. Matt too, was old, at only 23. He had volunteered to stay late with me so I wouldn’t be along in the store after hours. We had been working together for some time and had always been friendly. Sometimes, and tonight was no exception, we flirted back and forth. It was not at all unusual for any of the guys to be hitting on me. I enjoyed the teasing, considering it one of the perks of the job. It got me all hot and bothered and then I could go home and fuck my husband. I knew none of the guys from work were serious. I was old enough to be mom to most of them. I had no objections to some young play toy you understand but I wasn’t about to risk my whole life on a teenage hormone rush. So when Matt said he would stay and help long after closing I didn’t think twice about his intentions.

“Sure, but it’ll cost you,” he answered with his voice dripping sex. I laughed as always, enjoying the innuendo. I heard the door close and then felt his hot breath on my neck as he came up behind me. The air in the freezer was cold but his heavy breathing was sending shivers down my spine. I was about to tell him what he was doing to me when his arms closed around my chest and he kissed my neck.

“What are you doing, gaziosmanpaşa escort Matt?” I moaned, enjoying the feel of his lips on my neck but worrying about the territory we were fast approaching.

“What does it feel like I’m doing?” he answered. His hands began roaming over my body. My nipples were already hard from the cold and with no bra to interfere he found them with no problem. I leaned back into his arms, relishing the warmth of his nibbling on my neck and his hands fondling my aching breasts. I knew I should stop him but how could I.

“You know we can’t do this. I’m married and your girlfriend would kill you AND me if she found out!”

“We’re here all alone. No one will ever know. Besides you can’t tell me you don’t want it as much as I do.” He was right and he knew it. Even if I wanted to I couldn’t stop him now. I was in hook, line and sinker. My body was responding faster than I had experienced before. My pussy had been aching for attention all day and now it was soaking wet and screaming for release.

He let go of me long enough to spin me around, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss as soon as I faced him. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck and drew him in closer. His hands were roaming down my back and pulling my ass in tight. I could feel his bulge against my leg and I had to see what he was gölbaşı escort offering. I broke away from his embrace and dropped to my knees. My fingers were already freezing so he helped me with his pants. He wasn’t wearing underwear so as soon as his fly was undone I was treated to a beautiful sight. His throbbing cock stood out at about 8 inches and nice and thick. It was rock solid and so hot I could swear it was steaming. He moaned as the cold air of the freezer hit his shaft but I warmed him in a hurry by swallowing his swollen member deep into my throat. He let his hands rest on the back of my hair feeling its softness as my hot mouth slid up and down his raging meat. I let my tongue swirl all along the shaft as it slid easily in and out. I sucked him deep into my throat with each stroke. He stood perfectly still letting me enjoy my work. I wrapped my fingers around his balls massaging them gently with cold hands. He hissed as he inhaled from the shock. I could feel that he was getting close and wanted more from him than just a spurt of cum in my mouth so I let him slide from my hungry lips and knelt looking up at him.

He looked down at me with pure lust in his eyes. Without a word he helped me to my feet and undid my slacks as he backed me into the corner. He sat me on a box of fries while he slid my pants down to my ankles. With his cock still swaying keçiören escort in front of him he dropped between my knees opening my legs so he could feast his eyes on my smooth shaven pussy lips. I had always teased the boys about being shaved but I knew none of them believed me. Matt wasted no time, diving in to taste his first smooth cunt. His tongue found my clit and as he traced circles around it he eased two fingers into my waiting honey pot. He fingered me, sucking on my clit until I screamed out and flooded his face. As good as the tongue lashing felt I still needed more.

“Oh Matt!! You have to fuck me. I need to feel your dick in my pussy!” He got to his feet and helped me to stand. I looked at him questioningly until he turned me around and bent me over. I held my breath as he approached from behind. I moaned with pleasure when I felt the tip of his hard cock come in contact with my aching cunt. I was so wet from the cold and his tongue bath that he slid into the hilt on the first stoke. He placed his hands on my hips and started humping at lightening speed. His balls slapped my engorged clit with each in bound stroke causing sparks of electricity to run through my lust-crazed body. I came to a screaming orgasm in no time and he followed right behind splashing his hot cum deep within my convulsing pussy walls.

Matt collapsed on top of me, kissing my neck and fondling my hard nipples through the rough material of my uniform top. I turn to him and kissed him once before saying, “we need to get this work done. If you don’t quit you’ll start something again and we’ll never get it done.”

“True,” he said. “Maybe next time we can do it right.” He pulled out and straightened my slacks before helping me up. I can hardly wait until “next time”.

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