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“Honey! Honey, stop here!”

I turned my MP3 player down and stared out the window as my father, Paul, pulled into a driveway, flanked by a homemade wood-and-wire fence. We bumped down the dirt road, heading toward a two-story farmhouse in the near distance. Dark-green leafed trees lined the drive and I examined the reason for our stop. A hand-painted sign out front had touted Red Delicious – Yellow Delicious – Green Apples For Sale and that had sent my mother into fits over fruit breathing in the country air and therefore, was much better for us.

Dad pulled the Expedition in at the side of the house, near other parked cars, and we all got out. I hung back, hoping that my mother would all but ignore me and I was glad when she jumped out, running with all the energy of a woman hurrying to a Neiman-Marcus sale. I have to admit that I was impressed myself. Mounded stacks of apples rested in deep wooden cradles with names penned on the cardboard and popsicle-stick signs. Rome, Red Delicious, Jonagold, Golden Delicious, McIntosh, Granny Smith … I grew dizzy over reading all of them and the accompanying descriptions until I met Gala.

She wasn’t much older than me at 19 and her freckles and pigtails made me think of the Wendy’s icon but the smile she gave me didn’t make me think about hamburgers and fries. She gave me a wink as she filled the orders of waiting customers, pausing between to bite off large chunks of a green apple that she kept at the back of the register. When beylikdüzü escort she was finished, she came over to me, her eyes twinkling and her teeny boobs nearly falling out of her loosely-tied halter top.

“Come for some apples?”

“Yeah. My mom’s picking them out.”

She nodded, looking me up and down. “She know much about apples?”

I shrugged. “I guess so. I don’t know. She shrieked at my dad to turn off here and we did.” I gave her my best I’m-horny-and-please-take-pity-on-me smile. “I don’t think she knows anything more about apples than what she’s learned from Martha Stewart.”

“Well, that’s not all bad. I bet she knows that you don’t use Red Delicious apples for an apple pie.” She picked up one of the dark red globes, caressing the shiny skin. “You should use something with a tang, like a McIntosh.”

“I didn’t know that.” I strolled down the display, eyeing her skinny body and wondering what was underneath those cutoffs.

“Oh, so you don’t know much about apples, eh?” She shouted something to one of the girls working behind the counter and lifted the counter, joining him in the midst of other customers. “Come with me and I’ll give you a tour of the orchard.”

I waved at my dad, letting him know that I was going with her and soon found myself lost within rows and rows of trees, heavy with ripening fruit and heady with the scent of the rotted ruins. She dashed ahead of me, adept in knowing the beyoğlu escort geography of the place and I chased after her, laughing my head off, my music long forgotten. I came around a corner, fought my way into a thicket of confederate jasmine and found her waiting, a smile on her face.

“If you’re lucky, you’ll find only green apples in your life.” She tugged her elastic top off, freeing her small breasts and I immediately bent, taking one in my mouth. She whimpered softly, running her fingers through my hair, her voice breathy. “Girls who are selective in who they fuck and have nice, tight pussies, tasty like a fresh apple.”

“You know a lot about green apples?”

“Sure have licked a lot.”

The thought of her with other girls made my cock leap. “Sounds like a party.”

“Too bad you don’t live around here. We’d be partying all the time.”

I sucked her other nipple, loving how the nipple itself was almost as large as the breast itself and it was hard to pull myself away, even when she reached inside her unzipped shorts and brought out a fingerful of pussy cream. I sucked it off her fingers and dropped to my knees, tugging the shorts off of her small hips and burrowing into her ginger-spiked pussy and using my tongue as a spear. Her slightly salty taste along with the hint of sweat was like manna to me and I ate until she came, sitting on my face and flooding my mouth with her juices.

“Fuck, that was good.” She whispered, bizimkent escort kissing me again and scouring my lips clean of her cream. “Now come and get some.”

She didn’t have to ask me twice. At 22, I’d had other girls but no one as exciting as Gala. I shucked off my jeans and pushed her against the tree again, taking her mouth as my prick sunk into her sloppy wet cunt. She gasped into my mouth as her feet left the ground on my first thrust and I groaned, hitting bottom. The wetness of her warm pussy was breathtaking and I pulled away, lifting her leg and burying my face into her neck as I pumped us toward cumming. I felt her cum a second time and her cunt clamped down on me so tightly, that I had to stop and gather my wits.

Gala gave me a weak grin as I started again, slowly sliding in and out and building up speed until we were both grunting and gasping at the same time. I fired off just as she was cumming and the delicious walls of her pussy closed around my throbbing cock, milking every last drop of cum out of me. We collapsed together against the tree, giggling as we enjoyed the sweet tingles of our hard cum together.

“There you are!” My mother gave me a big smile when Gala and I came back over to the stand. “We thought you got lost out here!”

“No, Mom. I just got a tour. It was really nice.”

“Well, we’d better get going.”

I turned to Gala and gave her hand a squeeze. “Thanks for the tour.”

“No problem.” She grinned, then dashed over to the table and turning, tossed me an apple. “Here. Have a Gala for the road.”

I climbed back into the car, this time, in the driver’s seat because it was my turn to drive and I bit deeply into that apple, smiling as I thought it could never be as tasty as the girl that shared its name.

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The day was winding slowly down as I sat in my office wishing I had already finished my last proposal of the week. My chef’s jacket no longer crisp and white, looked as wilted as the lettuce I had refused earlier; my checked pants were spotted with bittersweet chocolate and the liquor of dozens of oysters. The kitchen was shut, the restaurant empty and quiet. Now in the late night calm all that loomed ahead was some paperwork.

My next client was beyond difficult-demanding, rude and possessing the most awful palate of any human I had ever had the displeasure of creating for in my life. I pulled my auburn curls loose from the bun I had screwed them into early that morning and shook the tumbling twists out over my shoulders.

As a Chef, who caters to a somewhat eccentric clientele, I am used to long hours and the money is fantastic-but these prima donnas that can’t taste the difference between cat food and albacore tuna irritate me. I looked over Mrs. Modal’s latest requests and almost dropped the paperwork. She wants a dinner composed of aphrodisiacs; the unpleasant image of her ropy, veined fingers feeding the pool boy made me shudder. Her request was intriguing at the very least and the cost of such a feast would certainly allow me to complete some of the necessary renovations on my “handyman’s special.”

I was far too busy to have purchased an ancient farm house-with the restaurant thriving and my catering business booming I could not even begin the renovations that would have turned the house into a home. I wanted so badly to scrap this work and head home to a long shower and then to bed. But since the shower wasn’t finished I’d only be heading home to a trickle of lukewarm water and plaster dust.

I kicked off my clogs and stretched my long legs out onto the desk. All day on my feet, and now a long night of research ahead of me. Where to begin the research for this?

I pursued my texts and then found some wonderful food history books and started to stack them on my desk. The stack grew until I stopped myself-enough reading for a week-I headed out to the bar to hunt for some liquid inspiration. Mmmm, a sweet bottle of a local winery’s berry wine-and some Parmesan crackers to nibble upon.

Not exactly a nutritious dinner, so I head to the walk-in and grab a bowl of fresh raspberries and a slice of Brie. Juggling the plates and the wine I headed to my office. I kicked the door shut behind me, and lay out my picnic. I unbuttoned the jacket and un- tucked my gray tank top. I skimmed the books as I layered crackers with shavings of Brie and fragrant berries. The wine slipped easily down my throat and after an hour or so I was pleasantly warm and relaxed. The research had gone from dry to far more interesting; maybe it was the wine.

I began to debate the menu choices and memories of my favorite erotic meals crept forth. Despite the reputation of foods such as oysters I realized wistfully that my most passionate meals had been evocative of the men whose bodies had been my inspirations.

I had always believed that the fastest way into a man’s soul was through an impeccably prepared meal with me as at least one, if not two courses. Now I was so busy it had been a very long time since I had catered to my whims.

My mind conjured up past lovers and the meals I had shared with them. The sexual tensions intermingling with the ingredients I had used to bewitch their taste buds. My first lover had been seduced with the foods of his childhood. Sweet, young Noah-a good Jewish boy, and I had take his mother’s recipes and used them to slowly rip his innocence from him. Almost as easy as shelling an oyster-slipping his hunger for me between the shell of youth and twisting the knife so quickly it slipped apart revealing a smooth pearl.

My youth had made me careless also, too much garlic, coarsely ground matzo instead of fine. Mistakes that I learned from, as I learned to prepare the horseradish and beets he loved with the gefilte fish. Watching his smile as I presented silky chicken broth, fragrant with parsley lapping at the globes of the matzo balls. His joy at my work in the kitchen was repaid ten fold. His hands stroking my flesh, my neck and shoulders yielding beşiktaş escort to his gentle massage. As time passed and I tempted him with halvah and macaroons, my tender breasts were lavished with kisses. His mouth nibbling and suckling at me until my come cries made him blush.

Eventually, my virginity was lost after hours of kisses sweet with honey and sunshine. His mouth working, tasting every inch of me until I was lost to it. My hands clenching his back and shoulders as he drank me. Noah was amazingly gentle, afraid to push or bite. Yet he could not disguise his astonishment at my orgasms, his pleasure at causing them was in itself erotic to me. I was so eager to feel him and experience the forbidden fruit that I think I may have coerced him. His body possessing mine for the first time, skills learned from sweaty teenaged dreams, I was in heaven.

High school memories cloyingly sweet like the charosh at Passover.

I had let my fingers trace my collarbone and without realizing it I had begun stroking my throat and neck. My nipples hardening under the now damp material of my tank top.

I had not thought of Noah in decade-high school lovers lost in a sea of adulthood. Odd how clearly I could recall his mouth and our passions. Yet I found myself unable to recall our break up-blame it on the wine. Another drama that was the extravagance of youth, I vaguely recall not listening to a certain Peter Gabrielle album until the early 1990s-it must have had “our song” on it. I chuckled and poured another glass of wine. I popped a berry into my mouth and press it to the roof of my mouth; the juices flowed over my tongue.

The berries reminded me of a college love, a perfect summer romance. My Texas boy, David, tall, lanky and so able to taunt me into utter submission. He was so scholarly looking, very well spoken and intelligent. Too intelligent, hours were spent bantering with him, over every possible subject. A classmate of mine in an Ethics class, we debated endlessly and of course contempt and sarcasm soon led to passion. He was utterly irresistible; a full foot taller than my 5’4″, with a slight twang in his voice and wide shoulders. An argument over barbecue had actually set it all off, the sex following the meal was some of the best I had ever had up to then-the barbecue was undoubtedly the best I have ever had in my life.

We spent hours marinating the meat and he refused to tell me the ingredients of hid spice rub. I joking offered to suck it out of him and soon I found myself kneeling in front of him. He leaned against the kitchen counter and coolly watched me unbutton his worn jeans. I don’t think he looked away until after I had worked my mouth over the tip of his cock. The kitchen was pungent with chili powder and vinegar, smelling the marinade as I sucked him was sensory overload. As the acids broke down the fibers in the beef I slowly worked my small, wet mouth up and down the length of my argumentative friend. His hands slipped into my hair, tangling as he held my head. My mouth still taunting him, slow licks all over the base. My tongue feather light, then sucking each ball into my mouth. Opening my throat to take him deeply then laving him up and down, my tongue tasting all of him.

Finally he pulled out, and running his fingers over my bruised lips he whispered, “Awww, poor baby is too hungry.” The twang rumbling in his throat and making me weak in the knees. He effortlessly lifted me on to the table and proceeded to make love to me so slowly I thought I would die.

His voice low and deep in my ears as he patiently explained that he would take me as slowly as the beef should cook, that way I would always remember to make the recipe correctly. I was soaking wet and screaming as I was finally allowed to come. My orgasm milking him, his stamina amazes me. I was spread totally open, his length sliding deeper, then pulling out. He constantly kissed and bit my neck, my breasts sore from his mouth. The pain and pleasure melding and pushing me further than I thought possible.

I was begging him to let me orgasm, pleading as I struggled to catch my breath. Leaning forward and ramming himself deeper still he once again murmured, beşyol escort “Awww, I am mighty sorry ma’am, and I can’t let you finish yet.”

His teasing and tormenting me had me fully riled, When he released my hands I grabbed his head and kissed him as I bucked my hips. So wild for him, I rolled my pelvis and found myself coming again and again on his still throbbing cock. Finally, he looked deep into my eyes and pronounced me tenderized-I was wrung out and exhausted. His then thrust hard and filled me with his come. The heat and force drew forth yet another orgasm from me.

The aftermath of our sexual feast was some of the most meltingly tender beef I had ever tasted. The aged Angus beef and his secret rub tantalized me-my mouth burned from the peppers and my sore lips tingled from the tangy cider vinegar. True to his style the burning was soothed by sweet, hot cornbread. The edges crisp and flavorful with cracklings, the inside silken and loaded with butter.

I spent hours trying to coax the recipes from him-much to our mutual satisfaction. My mouth sore and bruised but oh so very happy. The rewards of my diligence were numerous spice combinations and a healthy respect for beef in all it’s most flavorful forms. Texas caviar, smoky black-eyed peas and sweet tea complimented the meals he taught me to cook. My body blossomed under his slow and powerful lovemaking. If I ever tried to rush anything he’d gently restrain me until he’d broken my willful spirit. I felt as though I was in a sort of love rodeo-damn those cowboys.

I had bitten my lip and that snapped me back to the present. My mouth syrupy from the wine and now with a bruised lip, and no proposal. I shook my head and tried to clear the miasma of sex from my brain. Try as I might the sight of David’s hands on my skin lingered. I stretched trying to regain my composure. Thankful that I was alone I dared to run my hand over my now swollen nipples and across my stomach-I stopped at the waistband of my pants. I wanted so badly to lose myself in my memories and release the tension but I forced myself to continue working.

This menu would never get itself done if I continued to be this distracted-I was too lonely if menu planning was this interesting. I looked over one of the articles on cultural influences and found some ingredients used to heat the blood. The flavors of ginger and peppers are thought to warm the blood and result in passion “flowering.” I surrendered to yet another memory and relaxed and actually closed my eyes as it flowed over me.

Nyguen, my lover from Vietnam, and the exotic scents and tastes that still called up his ghost for me. I spent a year in a Vietnamese kitchen studying and watching the style of cooking so wonderfully familiar and foreign. The French techniques and the mysterious ingredients artfully combined to entrance me. Nyguen was the son of one of our chefs. I had only recently begun to learn the language-luckily I was able to pick it up quickly since the languages in the kitchen were exclusively French and Vietnamese. He sat watching me as I scurried to obey his mother’s request for basil. I found out later he spoke almost no Viet and precious little French. I caught him staring at me and dared to smile-he was so American looking. He sat in the doorway wearing a leather jacket and jeans. His silken hair long and wild-looking every inch a rock and roll star. The guitar case covered with stickers from his latest tour. Home for a brief visit heed come to the restaurant to convince his mother he needed some home cooked meals. As Americanized as he looked his taste buds still craved the food of his youth.

His mother decided to invite me to share in their meal. I was eager to practice what I had learned so far-and very excited about spending an evening with this exotic creature.

I packed my knife kit and off we went to their apartment. I chatted with Nyguen on the way in English. I had not spoken it for a few weeks and it sounded strange to me. His eyes roved me as we laughed and flirted. I luxuriated in his gaze-reptilian and detached, but hungry like I was potential prey.

Once inside the apartment I was ushered past the ancestor altars and beykent escort soon I stood surrounded by mounds of chai gaoi and pots of rice vermicelli. Nyguen sang and played his guitar, as I skillfully julienned gingerroot and lemon grass. A lacy chiffonade of basil, mint and cilantro flew beneath my cleaver. My chef watched my fingers moisten the delicate wrappers that soon would be foiled to bursting with succulent shrimp and minced vegetables. His smile made me nervous, and his teasing in English became quite blunt. Luckily his mother paid his English little mind as she corrected my seasonings.

Finally after hours of preparations we sat down to eat. She tasted and approved and then retired, sliding the doors closed behind her.

Alone and intoxicated on the heady scents I grew bolder, the sight of the chop ticks grasping the tender food reminded me of dragon claws. The tang of the lemon grass, along with the fire of the chilies was so familiar but mingling with the fishy flavor of the nuoc mam and the searing hot spring rolls it was a sublime experience. Nyguen began to feed me-hot bites of fried chai gaoi wrapped in cool lettuce then dipped in the pungent nuoc cham. My taste buds were under his spell. The pork and rice vermicelli defied all my previous expectations. The smoky pork wrapped in vermicelli and garnished with peanuts and chopped basil, I actually sighed out loud. He enjoyed my reactions, and soon I found myself being fed small bites of mango, the juices I eagerly licked from his fingers.

My mouth was offered other delicacies-fresh young coconut and shaved ice drenched in the milk of the coconut was followed by kisses. He was utterly without apologies as he pulled me into his room. I watched my hunger for him gnawing at my loins; he stripped of the American clothes and revealed a tawny body. His skin was golden, muscles curling beneath the flesh catlike as he released that magnificent hair-a black mane that rolled down his back. He smelled of citrus and fresh cut grass, with a smoky scent like jasmine incense-now with all pretenses stripped away he became utterly foreign. His dark almond eyes watching every reaction that he coaxed from me. My skin so white against him, my pleasure so evident and so uncontrolled. He stroked me slowly, once again dragon claws-never rending my flesh but making me helpless nonetheless. I felt his hair fall across my skin as he moved down my body, mouth, hands, tongue, and hair all separate elements all combined. My moans were captured in his mouth as he softly probed with kisses tasting of ginger. My sighs and mews were richly rewarded as he rolled me over and started at the nape of my neck. He worked his way down my spine, licking and blowing softly across the damp skin-by the time he finished with my back I was supple as silk in his arms. The journey down the back of my thighs and to my ankles was slower than I thought possible. I was a prisoner and my thighs parted as he eased himself into me. A position I had only ever thought of as doggie soon became dragon as he bit and writhed his way into me,

I felt him twisting into me and would have screamed from the pleasure had he not suddenly captured my mouth. His hair cascading over my shoulders, adding a silken torment to his thrusts. I moved with him, my orgasms building and crashing like waves.

His hands were everywhere at once, cupping my breasts, clawing my back.

He stroked slowly and shallowly then would plunge hard and deep-my body releasing all tension only to have it build again as his mouth tore at my neck or his fingers pulled at my flesh.

He teased until I was crying for release then he relented and flowed into me-I imagined his fluid scalding me-but instead it coaxed a final wave from me and then we both collapsed. I snuggled against him trying to catch my breath. He whispered a warning that sex with him was like Chinese food-I would be hungry in an hour for more. I drifted into a blissful nap and was awakened delightfully by his kisses. I have never had a job I enjoyed so thoroughly the dismal pay was totally worth the hours in his bed.

With the hazy images of his skin pressed hot and hard into me I crept my hand into my pants-the crotch of my underwear was soaked. I slipped a hesitant finger into the wetness. Just then I heard the shocked gasp of my contractor, and the thud of wallpaper samples as they slid out of his hands onto the floor. I struggled to gather myself, blushing furiously as he stood in the doorway.

(to be continued)

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I wake to the sounds of the shower. I look at the clock and notice that it is about 30 minutes before your alarm usually goes off. I guess you woke up a little early and hopped in. Then a little smile crosses my face.

I slide out of our king bed and grab some of your favorite candles from the bedroom and living room, and your iPhone. I quietly creep into the bathroom, place the candles around the room, and light them. Then I turn on some gentle morning music. Then I turn off the lights, leaving the glow of candles.

“Uh, hello?” I hear you ask. I take off my t-shirt and underwear, and climb in the shower with you. You’re facing the water, so I get right behind you, put my arms around your waist, and give you a big hug – the water running down my arms and your chest. You lean your head back on my shoulder and whisper, “Good morning.”

Your hair is wet, so I get the shampoo and lather up your hair. I hear your soft purrs, and I can tell you have your eyes closed and have a big smile. I rub your scalp for a couple minutes, while you simply stand still. I use the shampoo on my hands to wash your neck and back. Again, you just stand still – I take this as my cue to continue.

I take some of your sweet-smelling body wash and rub it over your shoulders and back, then down to your hips, and then over your gentle, round ass. I continue down you body, washing the back and sides of your upper legs. I bend down, and washed your lower legs. When I get to your feet you lean forward and lift one foot, then the other, so I can wash them. I can tell you are really enjoying this.

As I stand up, you lean your head forward, and, looking down, let the water run over your head to rinse the shampoo off. Using my fingers, I messaged your scalp again, rinsing all the shampoo out. I gently rub your shoulders and your neck, as you simply stand still, with your head hanging down. While my hands moved down your arms, massaging them, I kiss, lick, and nibble the back of your neck and your shoulders. “Oh, honey,” I hear you say quietly.

I pull you close, you raise up your head, and lean it back on my shoulder – I kiss your cheek. I take some more of your body wash, and gently clean your arms. I lift up one arm, then the other, washing the under sides of your arms and along the sides of your chest. I reach around and very gently rubbed my hands over your large, firm breasts. I feel their excitement at my touch. I pull you back a little, so the water isn’t running over you. I take some more body wash, and very gently clean your chest from behind – first reaching over your shoulders to clean you neck and chest, then reaching under your arms to your breasts. I clean each of them, raising them to get under neither. My hands feel your gentle warmth, and your deepening breathes. I continue gently caressing your breasts, and start kissing your neck again. I feel you gently and subtly bahçeşehir escort push your hips back against me – just enough for me to feel – while I rinse you.

I begin kissing my way down your shoulders – moving slowly from side to side. Down to the middle of your back. Over to your left hip, then to the right hip. Then, down to your firm, round ass. With my hands on your hips, I kiss, lick, and gently nibble your beautiful round ass. As I do this I can feel you bend slightly at the waist, pushing your ass out a little, while you put one hand on the shower wall below the shower head and you let your head hang down – the water running over your head, down your back, and over your hips and ass. The hot water feels wonderful on my lips as I kiss you. I get a little more body wash and start rubbing it over your lower back, your beautiful ass, your hips, and your legs. I get on my knees. I let the water gently rinse the soap off rubbing you the whole time.

I lift one foot up on the edge of the tub. I rub more body wash all over that leg, and gently massaging your inner thigh and brushing gently your ass hole, cleaning it ever so gently. I kiss all along your leg – the thigh, the knee, the calf, down to your feet. You reach one hand down to my head, and run your fingers through my hair. I guide your foot back to the bottom of the tub, and raise the other one to the other side of the tub. Again, I clean your leg, massaging it the whole time. This time I get a little extra wash and gently, but thoroughly, clean your tight, beautiful ass hole. Covered with soap, my fingers gently slide up and down over your ass hole. I can feel the intense heat your little hole gives off, while cleaning you most private parts. I let the water run down your back, rinsing off all the soap. I wash and rinse my hands, while I kiss and lick your hips, legs, and ass. With a little more wash, I reach my hand between your legs and rub your inner thigh, then slowly move toward your smooth, beautiful pussy. I rub the soap on either side of your vagina, and down between your holes. I gently clean that sensitive spot between your holes. You straighten up a little, letting the water run down your front and back at the same time. I gently move my hand around your pussy lips, rinsing all the soap off. I move my hand down between your holes, then over your hot, tight ass hole, while my other hand rubs your legs and while my lips are kissing your hips, lower back, and ass the whole time.

Now that I have cleaned every inch of your beautiful, naked body, I call your name, “Darcy.” I hear you groan my name, “Oh, Brad.” With one foot still on the edge of the tub, you lean forward at the waist, pushing your ass out. With one hand you gently pull your ass cheeks apart exposing your little hole – my reward for my hard work. With my hands on your hips and legs, I kiss all bakırköy escort over your ass and slowly move my tongue toward you sweet, adorable ass hole. I run my wet tongue all around the precious hole, then gently over it. As my tongue glides over it, you push your hips down toward me and bend your knees slightly. This allows me to lick all over your hole. With more and more energy, I lick that sweet hole. My hands running all over your hips and your legs and your belly and your beautiful, firm breasts. Oh, you taste so good.

My tongue licks all over the hole, then I slowly move down to that sweet spot between your holes. I let my tongue linger over your flesh right in that secret spot for a minute – licking it, and even sucking on it a little.

But I want you to cum for me.

Still on my knees, I slowly guide your foot back into the tub. I turn your around, slowly running my hands all over your legs, hips, and ass, kissing them the whole time. I gently raise one foot to the side of the tub, you grab hold of the shower curtain rod with one hand, and run your fingers through my hair with the other hand. Looking up at you, my hands reach up and feel your breasts. Our eyes meet for the first time on this glorious morning. I see you whisper, “I love you.”

With your breasts in my hands, I kiss and lick your hips and your belly. Oh, your skin is so soft and smooth. I bring my hands down – one goes between your legs and up on to the back of your leg, and the other rubs your belly, and your hips. I begin licking all over your sweet-smelling pussy. I lick all around your vagina lips – on each side, above, below. I look up to see your head back, you are very happy.

Starting from the bottom, I lick your sweet, wet

pussy all the way to the top. I can feel your wet juices on my tongue and lips. Oh, sweet Darcy. As I reach your clit, I feel your hips push forward. With one hand you reach down and pull your lips apart, showing me just what you want – suck on my clit, Ben. I do not disappoint.

In no time, I find your sweet spot – I run the tip of my tongue all around it, then I put it between my lips and suck on it gently.

With everything that has happened so far, one gentle suck on your clit, pushes you over the edge. You put your hand on the back of my neck and groan lowly…your energy builds quickly, and with a cry of deep pleasure you release your squirt to my waiting mouth. I feel the rush of your hot liquid shoot out of your body and into mine. Your knees bend and your cry continues, as this cum carries on. My mouth fills with your hot liquid, and it begins to run down my chin and chest. I feel the energy flowing through your body, as I hold on to you tightly.

“Oh, Brad,” I hear you say. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t you dare stop.” I gladly obey, looking up at you while I swallow your sweet-tasting squirt, başakşehir escort and lick it off my lips. I lick all over your pussy again, but with more energy – you respond with moans, and sweet encouragement.

I take two fingers and slide them up into your precious hole. You moan, as I do. I slide them in and out, at first moving slowly but then finding a quicker rhythm. You ask, or nearly beg, me to put in another finger. I oblige. “Oh, darling. Can you fit four?” I slide a fourth finger in you, and we find a quick rhythm. It feels so good to feel my fingers going in and out of your hot, wet pussy. I look down and see that my cock is very, very hard and swollen, wetness shining on my hole.

While my fingers slide in and out, I resume licking and sucking your clit. I glance up and see you are as near to complete happiness as I’ve seen you. You are clearly losing yourself in the moment. With one hand you guide my free hand around to your back hole. You take one finger of mine and rub it around your ass hole – showing me what you want. With great effort, I find a rhythm – four fingers sliding in and out of your pussy, one hand rubbing your sweet, hot ass hole, and my lips sucking your clit. This can’t go on much longer I think to myself.

Then I feel the telltale signs of the coming ecstasy – your breath deepens, your muscles begin to tighten, and your hand pushes my face to your pussy. Then the deep, low moan.

With a loud cry, “Oooohhhhhh,” you reach a deep orgasm. You release your cum and give yourself to it – feeling every pleasure it offers and letting it control your body and mind. I continue to fuck your pussy with my hand and suck on you clit, while my finger slides off your ass hole. Releasing the shower curtain, you use both hands to pull my face to your pussy. Your orgasm continues for what seems forever, but then that dreaded moment arrives when it starts to subside and you breath in again and begin to catch your breath. Remembering that look of happiness and pleasure on your face, I decide I won’t let you go just yet. I want the moment to continue. Still high from cumming, I suck hard on your clit, and move my four fingers in and out of your pussy as fast as I can. It works.

“Oh, god. I’m…gonna..again…oh…yes,” I hear you cry out as a second wave hits you. Barely able to stand, you completely give yourself to this second orgasm. It does not disappoint. Your body feels the pleasure deeply, and completely.

As the second strong cum begins to subside, I feel your legs buckle. I quickly stand up and catch you as you fall forward into my waiting arms. I feel your whole body collapse into my arms. I feel your heavy breathing, your heaving chest, your hot, naked body against mine. I support you for a long, close moment. You raise your lips to mine and kiss me gently. I help you stand on your own for a moment, while I plug up that tub, turn off the shower and let the water fill the tub. I add some bath salts and a little of your favorite bubble bath. I sit down in the tub, turn you around, and sit you down in front of me. Holding you tight, I let the water fill the tub and feel your soft breath. You seem to be glowing, you are so happy.

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Chapter 1. The Invitation

My best friend, Mike, surprised me with an unusual phone call. “Sammy,” he said excitedly, “How ya doin’ brother?”

“Great Mike,” I replied. “Nice to hear from you outside of our birthdays!”

“Yeah, man. Hey Sammy, I’m getting married!”

“Holy shit, man, Congratulations!” was about all I could muster. He proceeded to tell me all about his new girl and from the sounds of it, my boyhood friend had met his soul mate. I interjected an occasional, “Hey, that’s great, buddy,” and, “Aw, I’m happy for you, man.”

He concluded his lengthy description with, “Sammy, I’d like you to be my best man.”

“Wow, man.” I was stunned.

I hadn’t seen Mike much in the last few years, ever since his job took him to northern Wisconsin a few years back, but we always managed to keep in touch via fb and with our annual birthday calls. I was surprised that he asked me to be his best man, but felt honored, and said so, “Mike, I’m honored that you asked me, and I accept. I’ll try to be the best, best man ever!”

He filled me in on the dates and details and explained my responsibilities which, for the best man, I learned, were few, thank goodness. After well wishes, we said goodbye. Then, I asked my girlfriend, Julie, if she’d be my date for the wedding. We’d been dating for a month or so at that point, and things were heating up nicely between us. She had practically moved into my house, but still kept her own place nearby. She checked her schedule on line and replied, “Oh Sam, you know I’d love to go with you and meet your boyhood chum, but I can see online right now that I have shifts that weekend and we’re always short staffed at the hospital. I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you!”

I was disappointed that she couldn’t join me for the weekend getaway, but I understood why. Julie was a nurse and extremely dedicated to her profession. She worked crazy hours but I never once heard her complain. She was much more of a giver than a taker, which made her an especially caring and compassionate nurse, as well as lover.

“It’s all right, “I said dejectedly. “I’ll just mope around sad and lonely that weekend, while my best friend marries the girl of his dreams.”

“You’ll hardly miss me,” she scoffed. “Anyway, as best man, you have to be there for the groom, and it’s tradition that you watch over the maid of honor, too. You’d probably have no time for me anyway,” she pouted, then added, “Now, just how would you describe the girl of YOUR dreams.”

‘Julie is definitely close’, I thought, and started describing her to a tee. “Well, let’s see. I picture her with long, chestnut brown hair, maybe with a few blond streaks in it to add a bit of a wild look. She wears her hair in a sexy JF style, before AND after sex, so you never really know.” She giggled. I continued, “Her face is sweet. She has a flawless complexion, bright, intelligent, sparkling hazel eyes, and her mouth…” I closed my eyes and licked my lips for effect. “…is warm and soft and perfectly shaped for kissing,” I paused for effect, “and other things.”

She was gliding toward me as I described her. She brought her hands to my belt and began to undress me.

“The rest of her is perfectly shaped, too,” I continued as I peeled off her loosely buttoned blouse. “Full, perfectly shaped breasts with sensitive nipples,” I said while unclasping her bra and dropping it to the floor. Then I added, “perfect breasts for sucking, a small waist, flat tummy, full hips and beautiful, squeezable, kissable ass.”

As I finished my description, she lowered my jeans and boxers and descended to her knees to bring her lips to my growing hardness. My cock pulsed and grew as she kissed and licked, and began sucking on the head. In moments I was fully erect and my hardness filled her mouth. As she sucked on my erect member, I told her about her own sweet pussy, “My dream girl’s pussy is the warmest and softest. then it gets hot and slick. My baby gets so wet for me, especially when she’s sucking so good on my hard cock.” Julie loved the sexy banter and murmured agreement around a mouthful of hard man flesh as she worked on my tool. And so began the dreamlike dance that we so often enjoyed over the next weeks leading up to the wedding.

In the weeks since that call from Mike, my tux had been fitted and was ready to be picked up locally. The bachelor party was now behind us. A modest affair, since both Mike’s and my dad were in the mix. Everyone one seemed happy with the party bus, the day at Top Golf, and the drinks and food I had arranged throughout the day and night. No craziness or strippers for that group. ‘Probably better that way,’ I thought. Now, the last thing to remember was the rings. I tapped my pocket to make sure they were there. I didn’t want to be that guy, the dope who forgot the rings.

Chapter 2. The Departure

At last, the day arrived when I would head up north for the rehearsal dinner that evening, and stand up to Mike’s wedding the following day.

I was up early on the Friday morning I had to leave, packing for aydınlı escort the trip. From the bed, Julie stretched and yawned, then threw back the covers and said, “Is today the day you have to go up north already?”

“Fraid so,” I replied. “Gonna miss me?”

“Like crazy!”

I looked across my room and admired my sexy Julie tangled in the sheets. I vaguely recalled that she had crawled into my bed sometime around 3 or 4 that morning after one of her long shifts, and spooned up against my back. I had groggily turned around to enfold her into my arms and immediately drifted back to sleep. Now, with the morning light streaming into my room, I watched her as she extricated herself from the bed, stretched sexily, and bounded into the bathroom, tossing her disheveled hair as she disappeared. “Be right back!” she called over her shoulder as she closed the bathroom door.

I could hear the shower running while I packed and double checked that I had the rings. Soon, the bathroom door opened and there she stood. Wet hair, covered only in a terrycloth towel.

Our eyes consumed each other’s as she crossed the room toward me. She said in a low voice, “You don’t think you’re leaving here without a proper send off, I hope.”

“I would hope not,” I replied, and immediately felt my manhood stir.

I reached out and pinched the towel that was wrapped around her sultry figure. Pulling slightly, it came loose and I let it drop to the floor. Her skin was still rosy from her hot shower and she looked luscious. She returned the favor and lifted off my t-shirt. I caressed her ample breasts and traced the curves of her torso. I leaned toward her. After a deep kiss, I moved my lips to that sensitive spot beneath her ear.

She gasped, “Oh, Sam!” as I nibbled down her neck to her collarbone, then on to her luscious breasts. I sank into a seated position on the edge of the bed to reach the perfect height to suck and lick her nipples while my hands continually roved up and down her sides and around her back. I alternated between sucking her nipples and licking the rounded undersides of them while softly blowing on her pencil eraser nipples, eliciting tiny whimpers. I nuzzled into the underside of her large breasts and licked along the line where they joined her upper body. She leaned backward and moaned in ecstasy, trusting that I’d hold her upright. As I licked and suckled her tits, my roving hands slowly caressed her soft ass and brought her closer to me.

I smelled the musky aroma of her aroused pussy as she drew nearer. The knuckles of one hand lightly traced her opening. I pressed a little harder as my slow strokes moved forward from the front of her fragrant slit to her sweet ass. She shivered and thrust her pelvis toward my touch. I drew my knuckles along her crevice toward her clit while tracing kisses on the underside of her breasts, causing her to slowly grind her clit against my fingers. My other hand reached around behind her to squeeze a large handful of her smooth butt. This hand kneaded her soft flesh and explored her sweet ass. My finger found its way to her rosebud and lightly pressed against her opening, causing her to spasm and intake a sharp breath.

She pressed her hands against my head and whispered in a dusky voice, “Take off your pants. I want to see you.”

I immediately slithered out of my khakis, tore off my socks, and pulled down my boxers, letting my erect cock spring free. Gazing at it swaying there, she said, “God, Sam, you have a beautiful cock!” She bent down to kiss it before I gently eased her back upright, so that I could continue giving my attention to her sweet pussy. She was so wet and soon began swaying slightly and entered a dreamlike state. She slowly pulled her hands from my hair and ran them up and down her sides and all over her own breasts as I fondled her glistening folds, wet with her arousal. As I kissed her abdomen and all over her breasts, the aroma of her hot pussy rose between us. My hand cupped her swollen mound and I could feel the heat it radiated. She gyrated her hips to increase the friction as she leaned all the way back and moaned the passionate sounds of a woman in heat. She looked down at me through her disheveled hair and caressed the sides of my head, saying, “Oh God, Sam that feels so good. And the best part is, we’re just getting started. You don’t have to leave right away, do you?”

“No rush,” I replied.

She gasped as the tips of two of my fingers entered her steaming box and my thumb found her swollen clit. Unconsciously she moved her body back and forth as I started drawing my finger in and out of her perfectly shaved pussy.

With her fingers entwined in my hair, she pushed my head backward toward the bed, forcing me release to one of her red ripe nipples. “Sam, you’re making my knees weak,” she muttered. “And I’m about to dribble pussy juice on your nice carpet,” she said. “Lay back, baby.”

I knew what she wanted next and was happy to oblige. As I scooted back on the bed and lay there, she crawled toward me.

“Come,” bağdat caddesi escort I declared in a husky voice. “Get that beautiful, hot, dripping pussy over here. I’m thirsty for you.”

Straddling me, she moved up my body, rubbing her inner thighs against my outstretched legs as she went. She paused and gyrated her steaming mound against my hard member as she drew closer. I wanted to thrust upward and invade her right then, but I had to taste her first. I guided her by her hips, pulling her up my abdomen, over my chest, feeling her warm pussy juice smearing my torso. My hands firmly grasped her ass cheeks and I pulled her steaming mound to my face.

Hovering her delicious opening directly over me, her strong dancer’s legs suspended her delicious looking labia over my outstretched tongue. Gripping the headboard, she swung her hips side to side as I strained to reach her slit with my mouth. She finally pressed herself into me allowing me to lap her juices. I licked up, down, and the length of her slit. I paused to wriggle my tongue under her hood and suck on her swollen clit. I nibbled gently on the engorged bean while Julie moaned with pleasure, jerking now and then as bolts of electricity shot through her. “Oh my God, Sam! That feels soooo goood.”

She reached back and began massaging my erect cock. Her gentle stroking felt good and I nodded encouragingly from inside her wetness, causing more shivers to race up her spine. Grasping her hips, I then applied a slight rotating pressure. She took my cue and began a slow, acrobatic rotation with her pussy still pressed to my face, a beautiful dance move. Soon, she was turned around so she could fully see my engorged cock and lower her mouth over it. In my own happy dream world, I continued to lick and slurp her freely flowing juices, enjoying the shudders her body made and the shrieks she emitted when I nibbled and sucked on her pulsing clit.

I darted my tongue into her pussy with renewed fervor as she wrapped her lips around the large purple head of my distended cock. Both hands pumped the shaft slowly as her tongue encircled the head just before she would slide her lips over it, suck a little harder, then pull off, popping it out of her mouth, before sucking it in and popping it out again. Her saliva dripped down my shaft and the only sounds were those that we made of our slurping and sucking each other. I drank of her cascading juices greedily and pressed my tongue against her pulsating clit. I felt her shudder and heard her scream around a mouth full of cock, “Oooooh! Ohhhhh Sam baby, Yes! YES!!” Her steaming pussy juice flooded my face as the sounds of her cumming filled my ears, and I inhaled every drop of her sweet sex juice.

When her quivering subsided, she began slurping my engorged cock deeper into her mouth. At the end of each long stroke, she tortured me by sucking a little extra harder and making my swollen purple head pop out of her mouth, before quickly diving onto it again. Involuntarily, I began to buck my hips to meet her downward thrusts and soon she was deep throating my full length.

She was on her hands and knees bobbing her head up and down on my bone furiously. I looked between her thighs, past her fragrant, dripping, swollen, cleanly shaven pussy, and watched her luscious tits press against my abdomen. I reached out to roll her erect nipples between my fingers. I spread her breasts apart and, in the space between them, watched her artfully sucking my cock, felt her stroke my balls with one hand and lightly probe my ass with the other. My hips jerked spasmodically and I felt that familiar, heavenly swelling between my balls and butt. She felt the head of my cock pulse and shouted, “Yeah baby, cum in my mouth! I want to drink all of your sweet hot cum!” I spasmed and jerked uncontrollably and shouted, “Alright, Baby, you’re sucking my cock so good. Here I cum!”

Rivulets of my seed exploded into her mouth, dribbling between her lips and down my rod. She licked my rigid shaft up and down from its head to my balls and milked my cock of every last drop of cum, murmuring, “Oh yeah, baby. I love the taste of your hot cum. I’m gonna lick up every bit. Ooooh, did some drip down between your butt cheeks, huh?” Then she rolled me onto my side and wriggled past my cock, pulling her pussy away from my face. She licked everywhere from the base of my balls to my own rosebud. She spread my ass cheeks and tongued my butt hole making me shudder as I was still coming down from the load I just blew. Her tongue circled my rosebud and she cooed, “Sammy like this? Is this gonna make your big cock hard again so you can fuck me like I need to be fucked before you go?” She swung around, pulling her steaming box from my face. She nestled between my legs, look up at me mischievously and said, “Now, where was I?”

Giving it her full attention, she lolled her tongue around my growing cock, taking my plumping member into her warm mouth. She coated it with her saliva as she looked up at me, smiling devilishly. She kissed it and licked all around bahçelievler escort and giggled with delight as it grew with each pulse to its fully erect size. “Oh yeah,” she whispered, “That’s what I need. Oooh,” she kissed and sucked on the head, “it’s getting soooo big.” She licked all around the head, “Mmmm, soooo good.” She lowered her mouth over it, taking it halfway into her mouth. Peering into my eyes,her mouth full of me meat, she drew back and purred “You’re almost ready to fill my hot pussy, lover.” I reached toward her and caressed her hair as she worked her mouth up, down and all around on my straining cock. “My pussy is so wet for you Sam,” she added.

“Come,” I said again.

She crawled toward me dragging those pointy, erect nipples of hers over my feverish skin. She was so sexy and I felt my cock throb for her. Somehow, she had gotten me hard again, mere moments after blowing my load into her mouth. ‘This chick was on fire and really knew how to turn me on,’ I thought.

Her eyes were locked on mine as she slowly drew nearer, resembling a female leopard stalking its prey. “I want that hard cock of yours in me so bad,” she whispered huskily.

I replied, “Get over here, you. I’m gonna give it to you until you beg for mercy!” I knew that I would now have tremendous staying power and looked forward to giving her a goodbye fuck that would make her long for me until my return on Sunday night.

She pounced upon me, driving her mouth onto mine, plunging her tongue into my mouth, seeking, exploring. She reached between her legs and felt for my burning rod with her small hand. She drew it across her moist slit and circled her hood with the engorged head. “Oh baby, this is going to feel soooo good.” Then she slowly lowered herself onto my shaft, a little at a time, eventually impaling herself upon my manhood.

“Aahhh! She gasped in ecstasy.

The walls of her pussy contracted, sucking against my attempt to draw out and drive it back home again. I held her by her hips as she rested her hands on my chest. She played with my nipples and leaned down to suck and bite them, causing her pussy to grind against my pubic bone. Then throwing her head back, she sat upright, reveling in the feeling of my cock buried deep in her hot folds.

She began pumping up and down over my engorged member, increasing her pace as she got hotter. Her feverish bobbing soon made sweet slapping sounds as a sheen of sweat broke out across our bodies. She would suddenly stop and grind, reveling in the pressure of cock against clit, then return to long, up and down strokes of varying speed. I met her with my own upward thrusts and bumps, eliciting little gasps from her each time. Soon, her eyes rolled back and she moaned in guttural ecstasy, “Oh Yes, so hard! So good. Oh, oh, here I, I, oohh, mmm!”

She shivered and shook and flung her hair back as she slowed, then froze, and with her back arched, breathed, “Aaahhhhhh.” She wiggled, shivered, and breathed in deeply, then out again, uttering a long, low, “wow.”

I lay there looking up at her, admiring her beauty. Hard and deep inside her, I felt her hot, freshly squirted pussy juice dribble over my balls, between my legs.

She flopped forward and nuzzled her face against my chest, lightly kissing my nipples. “Oh baby you are gooood,” she said into my chest.

Drawing her chest down my abdomen she murmured “I’m not done with you yet,” and began massaging my wet, burning cock, slathering it with more kisses, keeping it so hard it almost hurt. Then, she moved to raise herself up on all fours and stared at me invitingly. I took her cue and bounded up to kneel behind her. Reaching back between her legs, she grasped my stiffness and pulled me toward her waiting pussy lips. She arched her back and raised her ass, sighing with relief at the feel of the swollen head at her steaming entrance.

“Ooh yeah, Sam,” she whimpered, “I do like it from behind so much.” I entered her pussy very slowly, making sure she was oozing her delicious pussy juices again. After her previous wrenching orgasm I probed her tentatively, waiting for her arousal to fully moisten her inner folds, each stroke deeper than the last, feeling my girth slip past her inner folds another inch with each stroke. I held her hips to mine as she writhed in my grasp. She hung her head down, her hair brushing the bed beneath us, swirling it around, groaning, “Oh yes, Sam, fuck me so good with that big hard cock of yours.”

Gyrating around to reach her deepest inner walls before pulling nearly out, I drove back in to the hilt and we both gasped in delight. Then we began the gradual build to my release. I started with long slow strokes while she rocked back and forth to meet me.

“You like that?” I asked.

“Ooooh yes!” she moaned. “Fuck me so nice. So hard.”

I reached around and under her to play with her clit with one hand while still holding onto her hip with the other. She responded by grunting and pushed back at my thrusts harder. Then I leaned back up and rubbed her rosebud with her own juices before sliding a finger in just a bit. She gasped and wiggled and let out a little squeak. I returned both hands to her hips and began fucking her harder and faster, making my balls slap against her mound with each thrust. The friction was just right and I began to feel her pussy contract harder around my growing member.

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Note: This is a prequel, of sorts, to Blind Date. This is a fantasy that Jo related to Daniel when they were chatting online, and you’ll see elements of this story in that one. It also originated with a very vivid and hot dream I had one night…

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“This conference is amazing,” I thought to myself, silently, as I stood with a crowd waiting for the elevator up. “I have to figure out what to put into practice first.”

I felt the herd of people around me, but I was lost in thought and, when the doors opened, I rode the surge of the crowd inside, then turned to face the doors.

The elevator jerked as it started its ascent, and I caught my balance. A hand grazed my elbow from behind as if to steady me and I mumbled the obligatory, “Thank you,” under my breath, while trying to stuff my notes away in the crowded car.

Suddenly, I felt something warm on the back of my neck—steady breath, not unpleasant—and realized how tightly packed we were, like sardines. I shifted slightly forward to try and allow more room to those behind me. A split second later I felt the breath on my neck again—and it seemed, hotter? Perhaps. Certainly more insistent as it was accompanied by a hand lightly grazing my hip.

As much information as I’d learned today, it all left my head in a moment as my body reacted—a tingle between my legs, the tightening of the flesh surrounding my nipples, and a sharp intake of breath. Lately, I’ve been working so hard that my physical needs have taken a back seat, and it was thrilling to feel my body respond so quickly and intensely.

The doors opened, and a few people alit but even more tried to squeeze in. I shifted slightly backward to make room, and the hand that grazed my hip gripped lightly in the same spot. I felt the tell-tale signs of male excitement and gasped—not at all loudly, but with apparently enough volume that someone listening for it would hear, because the person behind me responded by snaking his hand around to rest just beneath my belly button and tilted their pelvis, pressing into me. I thought the contact was solely a product of the crowded elevator, but now I was beginning to understand that this person behind me was taking the opportunity to involve me in his – yes, that was definitely an erection – obvious arousal.

I don’t know what came over me, and I simply reacted by arching my back slightly, pushing my ass against him. Even among the chatter in the elevator, I heard a soft gasp. The elevator stopped again and a few people left, allowing more room for the others to shift. I was torn. I didn’t want to be noticed remaining pressed up against this stranger, but I certainly didn’t want to move either. I glanced right and left, slyly, trying to ascertain if I knew anyone around me, and felt relieved that I didn’t. My shyness won out however and I began to shift my weight, only to be met by another jerking of the elevator that sent me grinding hard backward.

I quickly regained my balance and stepped tentatively forward.

“No.”

I froze, not completing the step, and rocked back against the man behind me again. One second. Then two. My heart was beating so that it pounded throughout my body.

I ataşehir escort glanced up to see the elevator had nearly reached my floor. His hand was now tickling my outer thigh, just below the hem of my skirt, flesh on flesh, and I still felt him throbbing against my buttocks. A ding signaled my floor and I reluctantly, but deliberately, pushed forward to depart the elevator car, feeling his hand slip from my skin, and then I turned to the right beyond the door. Instinct told me not to turn around to catch sight of him, so I kept my eyes ahead. I strode purposefully toward my door, already contemplating what I could do to attend to my throbbing need once I reached the privacy of my room.

I had only taken a dozen steps when I sensed movement in the hallway behind me. Was it him? I was tempted to turn around and perhaps catch a glimpse of the man who had encouraged my rush toward my hotel door, though I was also looking forward to a bit of solitude and the vibrator I’d spirited through airport security. Was he following me? My breathing increased with just the contemplation.

I decided against looking; not trusting even the fresh memory of what had transpired in the elevator. When something didn’t quite fit into my catalogue of previous experience, I often convinced myself it was all a dream and this event was no different. In my head I carried on a conversation with a dispassionate observer who convinced me I had felt what I’d wanted to feel after repressing my own sexual desire for so long.

At my door, I inserted the key and out of the corner of my eye saw a flash from the direction I’d come. “Really? Could it be him?” I didn’t quite believe it but as I entered my door I hesitated, just in case, my left arm holding the door open and breathing heavily.

One beat, then two. On three, at the very moment I’d decided I was fooling myself again, I felt a familiar hand snake around the right side of my waist, caress upward to cup my breast, coinciding with warm breath on my neck, and soon followed by two lips and grazing teeth.

In this moment, there was nothing but him and I, panting and throbbing. A thousand thoughts rushed through my brain, but they were interrupted by his voice.

“Do you want this?”

Rational thought had left moments ago. In its place there was a primal scream building in my brain, repeating yes, yes, yes, yes, over and over again, my temples and clit throbbing in time, alternating with the realization of how crazy I was to consider allowing this.

I took a deep breath, and on the exhale what came out was, “Yes, yes, please.”

He pushed me forward with his body, suddenly, reaching up to encircle the wrist of my left arm with a strong hand, grabbing my right wrist with his other—just a few steps, then the unmistakable slam of the door.

“Stay here,” he said, still in a low, growly voice but more audible than his demand in the elevator. He removed his hands and I heard the privacy lock gently clink behind me. Moments later, his hands around my wrists again, he pulled my arms back, forcing my breasts forward, and he steered me onward until the tops of my thighs were up against the desk. avcılar escort But he didn’t stop steering and I was bent forward with the momentum and the roadblock against my thighs. Gently, he placed each of my hands, palms down on the slickly polished wood surface of the desk, and I felt my nipples stiffen even more.

My hands found the opposite edge of the desk and gripped tightly. I didn’t feel him close by anymore but heard him. Behind me? In the bathroom? Closet?—rifling through my things. The breath in my chest lifted me off the desk then back down again as I strained to imagine what he was doing. As I lifted, I purposefully brushed my hardened nipples against the desk, craving sensation as the sudden absence of him was palpable.

“Raise your head,” he said, suddenly close, speaking so softly I could almost mistake it for my own thoughts. I strained my neck upward as his hand in the middle of my back kept my torso pinned to the desk. He’d found my silky sleep mask in my cosmetics bag, and was placing it around my head. Pulling my hair out from the elastic in the back, his fingers gently grazed my cheek as I lay back down facing left.

An image crossed my mind of being put on my knees by Tommy, a guy I’d met casually one night when I was not quite twenty-one and flashing an awful fake ID that would nonetheless get me into clubs so long as it was also accompanied by a flash of thigh. He was the first that had treated me like this—Tommy was—forcefully, sometimes cruelly, but usually giving me just what he wanted which, luckily, was just what I wanted too, though I hadn’t really known that yet.

Since that experience my body sometimes craved being overpowered, given no choice, but too often I found myself in the position of orchestrating that sort of situation to the extent that it lost its mystery. You can’t be surprised when you’ve written the script. Not only was this scene unwritten by me, it hadn’t even been imagined as a possibility and that left me oh, so very excited. His hand in my hair at the nape of my neck, twisting and pulling, brought me back to the present moment. A stranger from the elevator, in a foreign city, had me bent over the desk in my hotel room. My purse, with my phone, had been dropped by the door. I realized I should be more panicked, and how very vulnerable I was feeling, but I wasn’t really frightened at all.

His other hand returned to my outer thigh, pulling the hem of my skirt up to expose my ass. He released his handful of hair to use both hands to pull down my panties and reveal me completely, leaving them in a puddle around my ankles. Thick fingers grazed my moist lips, and I shuddered. As gentle as his touch was across my cheek just a moment earlier is as rough as his fingers shoving deeply into me felt, and the dichotomy of the touch was delicious.

“Such a luscious slut.”

The words sent more spasms to my vulva, as I heard the rustle of a button, a zipper, and pants dropping. It wasn’t that long ago that I was pressing into this strangers’ cock in the elevator and now I held my breath in anticipation of really feeling him, flesh in flesh.

His fingers replaced by the head avrupa yakası escort of his prick, I arched my back and pushed back in invitation. He rubbed along my slit then dipped in, shallowly, again, then again, but then…nothing. My panting breath filled my head so I couldn’t hear his movements at all and those few moments stretched on interminably.

Strong hands suddenly gripped the flesh of my hips and the tops of my thighs once more as I felt his hot tongue spear my throbbing inner lips. I didn’t realize how tightly I was holding myself until I exhaled in a great whoosh, feeling his lips on me, and the tip of his tongue snaking down to tickle the engorged tip of my clit. Licking up and down, from that sensitive button then back to dive into my dripping depths, again and again, he was playing my cunt like a handcrafted instrument and was rewarded for his diligence with my high-pitched operatic wail as waves of pleasure erupted. My knees buckled but he was holding on tight and sucking my juices, preventing me from sliding to the floor in a puddle.

I was still gripping the desk, gasping, when I suddenly felt him behind me again, as he plunged deeply in one forceful movement, easily into my slippery depths. The desk prevented me from moving away so I fought not to cry out and willed my muscles to relax and accept the thick and throbbing hard invasion. With little hesitation he withdrew then rammed into me again. I was still inhaling from the first thrust and fought to catch my breath, guttural grunts emerging from the depths of my chest. Again. Again.

I felt myself opening up more and more as his thrusts quickened, and my body, as if of its own mind, began to buck back against him. His hands grabbed my hips in affirmation, pulling my ass back to meet him, and the rhythm we struck was hard and insistent.

Just when I began to feel the crest, when my moans were regular and had evened out into an erotic melody again, he withdrew.

“Oh, oh, please, god, please…,” I whimpered, feeling the loss of him so acutely it was painful.

“Please?” came his muffled reply.

“Yes,” she breathed, parting her legs more and bracing herself to feel him inside her cunt again.

Was his cock even harder than before or did it just feel that way when he entered me again? My breath was coming out in grunts and, cresting again, my upper body started thrashing around, screaming my arousal, unintelligible syllables with the occasional “fuck, yes, god, oh god, yes.”

He stiffened and held himself inside me, pulsing, and I heard his animal moans as I erupted in a crescendo of screams. He fell on me then, his weight pressing me into the smooth, cool desk. Several moments passed, and our breathing settled together as he wiped a stray hair from my cheek, his lips and tongue tracing a line back to my earlobe.

“Lucy,” he said, softly, and when he did, I knew I’d heard someone say my name just like that before. Just like that earlier today. I stiffened as my mind began to piece it all together.

“We’re due for drinks with the vendors in just over an hour. I’ve laid out the black dress I found in your closet. I’d like it if you wore just that dress, and nothing else but your shoes. You’re expected downstairs in about 35 minutes in the salon for your hair, and I’ve arranged a reservation for dinner after. Is there anything else you need?”

I knew in that instant who had taken me, both gently and roughly, to a place I’d never been.

My assistant.

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Chapter 1

I have been a financial advisor for a number of years. After college, I worked for a financial planning firm in more of a support role than dealing directly with the firm’s clients and moved to a different and smaller advisory group when they gave me the opportunity to build a client base of my own.

Well, the income potential was much greater compared with the former salary job and I jumped at the chance. That was eleven years ago, now I have a very nice clientele which I add to quite regularly.

The best way I’ve found to bring new people in is to hold free investment planning meetings from time to time, each one holding about twenty to thirty people with five or six often opting to become clients.

It was one of these early evening meetings, that I met the couple I want to tell you about, Martin and Alyssa Brent.

They were pretty typical of the people who attended my seminars, somewhere in their forties and pretty well-off financially. They sat right in the front row and as I talked my eyes kept going back to them. They were a very handsome couple, he was in an expensive business suit and shoes that were probably custom-made as well.

Alyssa Brent was quite attractive, lovely blond hair down along her shoulders, very nice figure in a woman’s business suit ending in a short black skirt from which came a pair of beautiful long legs, her feet encased in a pair of elegant black high heels.

The group turned out to be a good one, attentive and interested, and I went through my points one by one. I was occasionally distracted, only momentarily, by Mrs. Brent shifting in her seat every once in a while, re-crossing her legs, causing her skirt to ride up giving me a lovely view of the tops of her black net thigh-high stockings. I was the only lucky man in the room with such a privileged view.

These sessions usually last about two hours and I always plan a break in the middle for the intake and outflow of fluids from the audience. It was then that the Brents singled me out with some nice words on how they had found my comments and suggestions so far to be quite enlightening and useful.

“Yes, Alyssa and I have learned more already tonight than we have known all the time before this. Quite good. There are some questions we do have, however, that we would like to pose, more privately, if possible, and we were wondering if we could see you for a bit afterwards.”

“Well, I’d invite you to my hotel room but I live just forty miles from here so I was planning on just driving home after. Perhaps we could meet in the bar, the hotel bar, it’s nice,” I offered.

“Actually, our place is quite close, less than a mile, we could go there, it would be private and we’d love to offer you a glass of wine in small payment for your trouble,” his wife offered.

“Well, yes, I suppose that works fine, just hang around after and we’ll do it,” I offered. The seminar soon started back up and led, finally, into a brief question and answer period followed by a few people expressing their interest in meeting further to discuss doing business.

The Brents were there in the background and as the others left, we walked up to the front desk where I paid my bill and then followed them to their house.

There was an automatic gate we entered and then parked and were soon inside a very nice home, quite lovely, and Alyssa had poured us each a glass of Burgundy as we sat at their dining room table.

Their main question was one that was not terribly uncommon, though rather personal and I answered it as well as I could. I can’t, of course, tell you about that, it was protected information from a client but, I was able to dispatch their concerns in only a few minutes.

“Oh, Andrew, I’m so grateful, oh, this has weighed on me for months now,” she choked out as she began to cry.

Her husband patted her on the back and she was soon re-composed as Martin asked, “Well, Andrew, how much do we owe you, it was very helpful and we do appreciate your counsel.”

“Oh, my, it was only a few minutes, no, nothing to worry about, I’m happy it was so simple and that we had the opportunity to clear it up for you.”

“Well, at least let us provide you with your dinner this evening. We have a very good Chinese place we can get takeout and then you can go home on a full stomach, it’s the least we can do,” she posed.

I agreed to their generous offer and she went and called in the order then came back to tell us she would run out and pick it up as Martin did not like to drive at night.

While we waited for her return, we went in their living room where I complimented Martin on his lovely home.

“You and Alyssa have such a lovely home, quite nice.”

“Yes, atakent escort thanks, she’s the one who’s made it such an attractive place. I just provide the checkbook.”

“Well, she’s done a lovely job of it and she’s such a lovely woman herself.”

“Hmm, yes she is and that’s the shame of it. Quite frankly, I’m just not able any more to satisfy her the way she deserves. Tragic, actually, I’ve urged her to find someone, you know, take a lover, she’s certainly capable of attracting just about any man around. Just won’t hear of it. I’ve tried these pills they have now and, well, it helps some but just not quite enough. Ah, sorry, to bring such things up to such a fine fellow, sorry.”

Wanting to lighten the conversation, I rather flippantly suggested, “Well, if she ever changes her mind, put my name in, Martin, she’s a beautiful and enticing woman.”

Right about then, Alyssa came back with two bags of boxes full of aromatic and tasty Chinese food which we all thoroughly enjoyed. There was more wine and laughter as we not only enjoyed the food but each other’s company as well.

Then, totally unexpectedly for me, Martin told his wife, “While you were gone, I told Andrew about my condition and that I’d wanted you to take a lover.”

“Oh, god, Martin, that’s hardly relevant,” she said blushing.

“Well, dear, he told me if you ever agreed, he wanted his name on the candidates’ list.”

“I’m afraid it was just guy-talk, Alyssa, please don’t take offense,” I hastily added.

“Oh, no, he does keep bringing it up, it does bother him I know and, well, you seem to give such good advice…”

“Well, it’s odd, I did have a client, a couple who had a similar problem, he told me about it once, what they had done about it. Ended up they did have sex again.”

This got their attention as they both, more or less in unison, asked me to tell them more.

“Well, it seemed that he found her someone and he wanted to watch while they were together. It was so arousing that the husband was able to also satisfy her that same night.”

“That seems a better solution as I could just never go and be with a man on my own, without Martin.”

“Um, might I use your bathroom? Down the hall, is it?” I asked and I went off to relieve my badder before I left for home.

I came back in and they had adjourned to the living room so I sat back down as Martin asked, “Do you think, Andrew, that you might help us with this? In the manner the other people had done?”

My face flushed as I realized exactly what he was asking.

“Well, that’s hardly what I do with clients,” I stuttered, trying to keep it light.

“Oh, we know that. But, well, you seem like a nice fellow and you had mentioned in your talk that you’re not married, so there’s no wife to consider. You did say Alyssa was attractive. I asked her if she liked you and she does, she thinks you’re quite handsome, right, dear?”

“Well, this is all a bit uncomfortable, but, yes, Martin’s right. You are an attractive man, I expect a few years younger even. And, well, I do find you quite charming.”

“So, would you help us do this?” her husband asked.

“Well, you shouldn’t rush into this, after all, it is quite personal and could have repercussions on your marriage.”

“Well, I’m afraid the status quo has done that all on its own. We have a strong marriage and I don’t think this would damage it. If successful it would make things better, much better,” he replied.

“Would you try this with us, Andrew?” she asked.

“Yes, please, it’s something we want to try.”

“I just don’t know if I should do this. I mean, it’s not Alyssa, certainly, any man would be eager to be with her.”

“Well, Andrew, I would like for you to help us out in this way and, well, I would want to make it enjoyable for the both of us as well,” Alyssa said softly. She then moved over next to me on the love seat and put her arms around me.

“I’m not sure how to begin this but, well,” and she leaned in and kissed me quite wonderfully, sliding her tongue into my mouth as her hand rubbed my chest.

Of course, I was quite uncomfortable. Who wouldn’t be? But Alyssa was also kissing me very nicely and it had been some time since a woman had kissed me quite so nicely. Her hand was rubbing across my chest as we continued to kiss.

She pulled back a second, said, “Here,” then kissed me again as she took her hand and put it up onto her breast and pressed it to her. We continued kissing as I felt her hand press down on the now-sizable bulge in my pants as she began to rub.

I pulled back for a second to tell her that we could stop at any time she wanted and she resumed ataköy escort kissing me again as my hand began unbuttoning her blouse. Once I had it opened, I slid my hand inside over the lacy bra and worked my fingers up underneath it to her nipple which was firm and excited.

She worked herself out of the blouse as I reached back and opened her bra, then brought my hand back around to her front and massaged her nice firm breasts.

Pulling her head back, she looked over at her husband who sat across rubbing his trousers as he watched.

“It this turning you on, Martin? Getting you excited?” she asked her husband.

“Sure feels like it.”

“Then we should go on then?”

Martin looked at me and said, “Well, Andrew, my wife is a pretty open woman and loves to have the man in charge, so just go right ahead and make her a happy woman.”

Chapter 2

“Why, then, don’t we move down the hall to more comfortable quarters, then,” she offered and she got up, took my hand and led me down the hall and into their bedroom where she pulled the covers down and finished taking her clothes off.

Well, Alyssa might have been over forty but she was a beautiful woman. There was an elegance about her that was very alluring and sexy. The telltale signs of aging were missing, her breasts were firm and her tummy flat and smooth. I was quickly out of my clothes as she sat down on the bed in front of me, reached out, took my cock and leaned her mouth to it and licked around the crown, then slid her wet lips over it to begin sucking me.

“Mmm, oh, Alyssa, you are so good, so wonderful, mmm.” She was a dream sucking me, I hadn’t had much sex in the last few months and this was stunning. She sucked a bit longer then raised up, moved up onto the bed and spread herself open for me.

I looked over and her husband was stroking himself, smiling at us as I saw him nod approval.

Lifting her legs up onto my shoulders, I dropped down to feast on her trimmed pussy as she began to move under me.

“Mmm, oh, oh, Andrew, yes, this is so good, mmm.”

I loved licking and tonguing her, she was very receptive of my caresses and was moving herself eager for more.

“Oh, god, that’s wonderful, oh, oh,” she cried, writhing back and forth. I couldn’t quite see Martin but was hoping it was working for him. It sure was for me.

“OH, OH, AYYE, AYYE, AHH, AHH, UUH, uh, uh, mmm, oh, wonderful, so wonderful, mmm,” she groaned as she writhed under me.

I began to rise up, to position myself to enter her as she whispered, “Please, Andrew, I do want you but be gentle, it’s been a long time and make it last, I do want this so much.”

I nodded and took my cock and rubbed it up and down along her crease, so wet with her juices and my saliva.

I pushed gently and gave a quick shove which put the head of my cock inside her. She reached down to my hips and pulled me to her, sliding deeply inside.

“Mmm, mmm.”

Then I began moving back and forth, in and out of her smooth, wet insides. She was tight inside as I fucked her back and forth, Martin watching and stroking in his chair. I was taking long, slow movements which felt wonderful as she lay there under me, her eyes closed, a wistful smile on her face, obviously enjoying our mating.

“Umm, mmm, wonderful, Andrew, oh, yes, I’ve so missed a man inside me. And, you’re just the perfect one,” she said softly as she moved sinuously under me, heightening the feelings we were having. She raised her legs up over me so I could probe her deeply, pushing down hard as I entered her fully.

“Oh, yes, hard, push hard, Andrew. Mmm, yes, oh, that’s so good.”

I looked over at Martin and he was now standing quite near us, his cock hard in his hand, slowly stroking it. I looked up at him and asked, “Would you like a try, Martin?”

He nodded and I raised up, pulled out and he quickly got up over his wife and, as I watched, shoved his hard cock down into her as they both began fucking like teenagers. It was wonderful to watch.

“Oh, Martin, omigod, oh, I just never dreamed…but we are, oh, fuck me, Martin, fuck me, fuck me,” she screamed as her body began to quake and tremble under him.

“Oh, I’m cumming, Martin, I’m cumming,” she cried out as he pumped in and out of her. It was really beautiful to watch her orgasm from her own husband’s cock, she looked overcome with ecstasy.

He fucked her for another few minutes, then turned to me and said, “Could you take back over, Andrew, seems I’m losing a bit here,” and he pulled out and I moved to take his place.

Alyssa smiled up at me as I pressed back into her sliding down into her happy depths.

“Mmm, yes, nice, Andrew, atalar escort you’re a wonderful lover,” she whispered as she began to move under me while I took long, lovely strokes in and out of her.

My cock had cooled off some so I still had some time before I might cum and I devoted it all to Alyssa. Soon, she was squirming under me once again.

“Oh, god, oh, it’s wonderful, oh, I’m going to orgasm again, oh, yes.”

I looked at Martin and nodded to him, then pulled back out of his wife once again as he pushed down into her and fucked her hard.

“OH, OH, OH, OH, UH, Uh, UHH, UH, uh, oh, mmm, omigod, oh, Martin, wonderful, just wonderful,” she squealed as he pumped faster and faster into her.

“Oh, yes, oh, Alyssa, darling, now, oh, yes, uh, UH, UH, UH, um, mmm, mmm, oh, this is so wonderful, together with you, wonderful,” he groaned as he moved down on her and began showering her with kisses.

I watched as they gripped one another, her legs wound tight around him as they bathed in their joy and contentment.

In a few minutes, Martin raised up, pulled out of her and said, “I’m sure Alyssa would love to finish you, Andrew. You’ve done so much for us.”

As he got up, she turned over and got on her hands and knees.

“I love it from behind, Andrew, if that’s all right with you?”

“It’s lovely any way at all with you, Alyssa,” I said as I got up behind her and pushed into her as she began moving around in a circle as I probed in and out. Oh, it felt wonderful.

“Mmm, oh, I’ve missed this. This is my favorite way as Martin so well knows. And, my dear man, you are doing me just wonderfully. I will never be able to thank you properly for tonight. But I’ll try.”

I was already thinking of several ways as I arched in and out of her, taking long, purposeful strokes in and out of her beautiful, plump labia all wet with the enjoyment of the evening together.

“I love seeing her happy, Andrew. And I will always remember this, you letting me bring her to orgasm twice like this. You’ve been wonderful to us both.”

Well, the truth was, I was now working toward my own happiness at this point. I’d done quite a bit of fucking yet hadn’t cummed and I really wanted to. She seemed to want it, too, the way she was moving her hips around as I fucked her.

“I want you make you cum now, Andrew. Just hold yourself still, I’ll do all the work,” she said as I stopped and arched forward while she rocked back and forth on my cock. I watched as I was first engulfed then released from her insides each time she moved back and forth.

“Mmm, god, this is so good. Oh, I may have another orgasm. Oh, I can’t believe how wonderful all this has been. Oh, yes, I am…I’m …uh, UH, UH, UHN, UHN, uh, mmm,” she cried out as I shoved hard into her, my cum bursting out into her as that ecstatic release took me over as I fell over her kissing her beautiful, smooth back as I reached around for both her breasts as we slid down on the bed.

“Oh, oh, that was incredible. Alyssa, I think that was the most breathtaking lovemaking I’ve ever had. Oh, thank you, thank you so much.”

Martin was at the bed himself kissing his wife and thanking me, as we all moved to be together with Alyssa in the middle.

“Ah, my two favorite men, my two favorite lovers, how wonderful I feel with you both here holding me.”

Well, as wonderful as it did feel, I did want to leave the two of them so they could be together in the warmth and closeness they had created.

“I’d like to leave you two now to enjoy the rest of the night together, so I’ll be on my way.”

“Oh, Andrew, we could never thank you enough for this. It was better than I’d ever hoped,” Martin told me as I was getting up and pulling on my clothes.

Then Alyssa said, “Yes, it has been wonderful, you were perfect and handled it all perfectly. I still can’t quite believe that I’ve been willing to do such a thing on just the spur of the moment like this but, well, it felt right, I suppose.”

“Yes, it did work out well, I’ll always remember being with you.”

“It did work out wonderfully well and I know I don’t want to try something like this again with anyone else, Andrew. So, my question is, ‘WIll you come join us in the future like you did tonight? Regularly, I hope?’ I would so appreciate it, not just for the chance for Martin and I to have sex, but, well, I’m sure my husband understands…for you and I to be together again as well. It was wonderful. I’ll never forget it.”

As you can imagine, I told her that I would be honored and that I would try to make myself available as they desired.

Well, little did I know that Alyssa, once she was reawakened to the sensual side of life once again, was to become an ardent supporter of my frequent visits to their bed. It soon became routine that I spent one or two nights a week with them encouraging them to ever new heights of passion. It was exciting to be part of their lives in such a meaningful and, oh, so enjoyable way.

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I saw your profile on the website, with nothing more than your age (34) and home city (the place I work). “How interesting,” I thought, and pinged a quick hello. You got back to me straight away and sent some pictures – they showed a fun person with a serious side, who might share some interests with me. And we almost met for a drink that Friday evening, but our messages passed each other and I’d gone home by the time I realised you were available.

So on Monday morning, I sent a note suggesting we meet for lunch. In the end it was 2.30 before you reached the city centre – and we lost some minutes looking for each other at Central Station! But then you found me – looking a bit different to your pictures with your hair up – taller than I expected, in fact; wrapped up against the cold.

I took you to ExKi for a cup of tea, and we discussed what we were looking for, like mature adults do. I told you what I could afford, and how often; you looked thoughtful and said that would be OK for you. You like sex, you said, and you like a bit more money without playing the dating game. That’s why we were both on the website, after all.

By this stage you had taken your coat off, and I liked what I saw – an extra kilo for comfort, perhaps, but I could tell that you work out, and that you are very comfortable in your own body. Your clothes eve gelen escort didn’t show your figure but I could see that you had a lot of sexy body.

If you agreed in principle, I said, why don’t we start in practice right away? From my phone, I could tell that the hotel across the road had a room free. You were startled at the thought that we might start fucking within an hour of meeting; but I could tell that you liked the idea, and you seriously agreed.

I booked the hotel online, we went to the bank to collect your fee, and picked up our room key from the concierge, who obviously knew exactly what we were up to. Our room was freezing; we warmed each other up with hugs while I slowly undressed you. Your body was just what I hoped for, brown and sweet.

I stroked and fondled and kissed your lovely full breasts; you reached down to hold my swelling cock, and turned round for me to nestle into your bum as I held onto your tits.

Then you froze. “Condoms!” Of course neither of us had thought ahead. I had a vasectomy years ago, but that’s not the only factor. I pulled on my clothes again, checked with the concierge who sent me to the pharmacy across the square, and came back with a packet of six.

You were under the covers ready for me, and took hold of gaziosmanpaşa escort my cock quickly, applying your mouth, licking and sucking me, making me swell for you. “Who would have thought an hour ago,” I whispered, “that you’d be sucking a strange man’s cock?” You moaned.

I moved you round to rest your head on my shoulder so that we kissed as I stroked your pussy. So wet, so tight; I knew you were right when you told me you like sex. You offered to put the condom on with your mouth, but we both fumbled a bit and used our hands. The moment had come.

“I want to take you from behind,” I said. “Good!” you replied, “I like that best!” And I stood behind you as you got down on hands and knees for me, and you reached to slide me into you, and oh GOD it was so tight and slick in you. “Fuck me! Touch me!” you yelled as I grabbed your hips, ran my fingers over your ass, rammed into you harder and harder.

It didn’t take me long, aroused by your sexy ass pumping against me and your voice asking me to do dirty things. I came hard inside you, yelling in triumph, and we collapsed onto the bed and held each other.

Of course, I could not stay long – I had a phone call at my office 4pm and it was already 3.30. But we had paid for the room for the night, and I gölbaşı escort realised I could come back in the morning.

So the next day at 9 I walked down from Central Station again, buying some breakfast for you on the way, and came back to our room to feed you. You greeted me warmly; I had also bought some lubricating gel and you smeared it on my cock, making me so hard I couldn’t believe it. I put on another condom, and you got on top of me and rode me proudly, your hips churning with me inside you, begging me to tweak your nipples, as I thrust upwards deep into your full sexy body, and came again pumping out my seed.

We paused for our tea and coffee, and you brought me to erection again with your mouth and hands. I told you I’d like to fuck your ass some day. You thought it would take all night to prepare for that. Some time we’ll have that night. But I think you quite liked the idea.

Once again I stood behind you as you offered your body to me like an animal to her mate, and I fitted my hard cock into you, holding your ass and ramming deep into you, calling you my slut, taking you deep and hard, feeling you tighten around me until you cried out, “I came!” I loved the feeling of your cunt muscles tight round me as your orgasm hit.

But I’m in my late forties and I wasn’t going to cum again. With deep regret I separated from you, and we cuddled on the bed for just a few minutes before I had to shower and go to work. I felt very lucky to have found someone who likes sex as much as me.

We agreed that we must do it again very soon, and maybe use some toys next time; and we added each other on Kik so that we wouldn’t need to use the website any more. We had found our arrangement.

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The next morning Asch headed for town as soon as the library was due to open, which was after some writing and a quick breakfast. His first presentation in Easthaven was the next day, and he wanted to review some of the geology paper, look over some satellite photos of the area, and rehearse the approach he was going to take in his talk. He saw Clay when he got to the library a few minutes after it opened. He and the reference librarian were talking animatedly, and she barely glanced at him as he seated himself in front of one of the computers. Asch smiled to himself as he looked up the USGS site.

Asch made it a point to be in front of Octavia’s place when it was time for her to leave for work. She started out the door, saw Asch, held up a finger and dashed back inside. A couple moments later she reappeared wearing a revealing scoop-neck spaghetti-strap top and no bra, tucking her white work blouse and underwear into a pouch.

“Now I’m ready! I missed you, but Mom was beginning to think that I had moved,” she said as she snuggled against his upper arm, “so I figured I’d better spend at least the occasional night at home.”

“If that outfit is an attempt to make it up to me, I certainly approve of the effort.” On impulse he pulled her to him and kissed her. She cooperated immediately, pressing herself against him so he could feel her breasts and she could feel his responding member.

Finally they separated. “Too bad this is in public. I can tell you’ve missed me, too,” she grinned, putting her arm around his waist as he put his across her shoulders, a finger or two just under the strap of her top. She continued, “Let’s see—I get off when Rita’s closes, and have about half an hour before I have to be at Anchovie’s…”

“What! In a back alley someplace? I’m eager, but I don’t think it would be very romantic for you. —But thanks for the expression of interest.” Asch smiled, looked down her neckline, and gave her a squeeze across her shoulders. When he relaxed the squeeze, he slid the strap off her shoulder and it came to rest a couple inches down her arm. She smiled and left it there. He updated her on his morning adventures, including running into Clay.

She inhaled, making the view even more spectacular. “Tell you what,” she looked at him sideways, “I dare you to meet me behind Rita’s at closing. I know some pretty dark alleys. Don’t wear underwear.”

They kızılay escort had just reached Rita’s back door, and she kissed him, mouth open and willing, grinding herself against him. Asch took in a shaky breath. “I’ll see if I can work up the nerve.”

“11:30.” She ducked into the restaurant.

Asch had trouble concentrating on his presentation the rest of the afternoon even though it was nearly done. He stopped by the bike shop on his way to his room for supper, a quick nap, and a shower.

Jenny and Sharon were in the back, working on posters, Charlie serving as their gofer. “See? We have six done, two more in the hopper. They even have QR codes for people who want more info.”

Asch was skeptical about the number of adults who used QR codes, but young people have a lot of influence on their parents, so he thought it was a good idea. The posters looked professional; attention-getting colors and not too busy. The headline was pretty good, too: The Bare Truth, with the’-are’ crossed out and replaced with ‘-eer.’

At 11:25 he was standing across the alley from Rita’s back door, wearing a black shirt and shorts. He leaned back against the building, pretending he was some kind of bad guy. He realized he didn’t have any actual experience with bad guys, so he didn’t know exactly how he should act. Well, he’d play it by ear.

She came out wearing her spaghetti-strap short shorts outfit. He approached her “Hey, babe, wanna have a good time?” he said in his sultriest voice.

She walked right into him. “Do I have a choice?” She looked up at him, batting her eyelashes.

He put his hands on her butt cheeks and pressed her against his crotch. “Does it feel like you have a choice?” he growled.

“Eek! a masher!” she whispered, turning away from the street but holding his hand so it stayed pressed against her butt cheek. “Obviously you’re picking the time; I get to pick the place. Over here,” and she walked deeper into the alley, turning left a few yards down. The light was burned out in the side alley, revealing an opening onto another street a good ways down. The end they were in was particularly dark.

As soon as they rounded the corner Asch hooked his fingers under the hem of her shorts and pulled her to him. Turning her around, he pulled down her straps and kolej escort kissed her fiercely. She met him with equal measure, reaching for the snap and zipper on his pants. “Let’s see what you’ve got, buster,” she said between clenched teeth, then plunged her hand into his shorts and her tongue into his mouth.

He thrust his already wet member into her enclosing hand and she squeezed and pressed downwards, forcing his skin back. He gasped and went for her shorts, opening them and sliding them over her hips. She guided him into her slit and pressed herself onto him, moaning into his mouth. He grabbed her butt cheeks and pressed her onto him, lifting her up. Her shorts prevented her from wrapping her legs around him, so she contented herself with plunging back and forth, grunting with each thrust. He met her thrust for thrust, and in less than a minute they both tensed and climaxed. They never broke the kiss or their embrace. She sighed a little and he let her down gently, then caressed her cheek.

“I needed that,” they said to each other simultaneously, then laughed together. “I could have said I missed you” they also said together, to more laughter. He reached down and pulled up her shorts, which had fallen to her ankles, and she hitched his up. They were awkward enough fastening each others’ shorts that they both laughed and resorted to doing their own. She left the straps of her top hanging loose though, and they alternately kissed and walked arm in arm to the end of the alley.

She stopped him just before they got to the light. “I still have a few minutes. Let’s make out,” and she grabbed his butt and started kissing him. He responded with his hands on the sides of her breasts, pulling her into him. They experimented with different nose positions to their mutual amusement. He ended by tickling her neck with his nose. “I imagine you’ll need a couple minutes to clean up. Maybe I’ll come in for an early breakfast once you’re on the clock and I’ll use the men’s room. Nobody’ll have a clue.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Except us.”

He walked back to pick up his bike, and looked in when he parked it at Anchovie’s. Two things immediately caught his eye. He saw Octavia behind the counter, dressed modestly (for her) waiting on a customer as if nothing had happened. And he saw Clay and Marian seated together. maltepe escort

Asch entered the café and sat down on the stool he had sat on the first day. He rotated around toward Clay and Marian. “I can’t seem to get away from you guys today,” he grinned.

Marian answered first. “Clay and I went on a date!” She grinned bashfully, and Clay just looked sheepish. “It turned out that we both wanted to see Lend me a Tenor at the community theater, so we went together.”

Clay shook his head. “I don’t think I ever laughed so hard in my life. We had a pretty good time.”

Marian nodded. “So we’re ending our soirée with an aperitif.”

Clay smiled, “Yup. We’re ending the evening with a snack, too,” he mugged.

Marian playfully hit him on the leg. “You’re a bad man. You know what I meant, and Mr. Jones has an excellent vocabulary.”

Clay took the bait. “Jones? That’s your last name? Really? Plain old Jones?” and he gave Asch a good horse laugh.

“Ahem.” Octavia was behind Asch and interrupted the conversation.

“Uh, yeah!” Ash spun around, leaving the couple to themselves. “I’ll have, uh, lemme see,” and he grabbed the menu.

Octavia stood there, arms folded, tapping her foot trying to look stern, but grinning instead.

Asch couldn’t help but notice that the crossed arm stance emphasized her breasts, and he kept looking up. Octavia took in a big breath to increase the effect.

“Um, How about two scrambled eggs and bacon? Hash browns and whole wheat toast.”

She pretended to write on her pad, and headed for the kitchen. “Wreck two, four grunts, wheat down, spike on an oval,” she called out.

She put a cup of coffee in front of him. “Decaf.” Anything else I can do for you?

“Thank you, but I have been very well cared for already,” Asch tried to keep his expression completely serious, and almost succeeded.

Marian and Clay came over. “I told Marian about what we learned about Easthaven yesterday,” Clay confided.

“I think that’s just horrible! When anyone comes into the library from Easthaven, I’m going to mention it.” She pursed her lips, a determined look on her face.

“The girls have some posters ready, maybe they can put one in the library,” Asch offered.

“I’ll be looking for one.” She and Clay left, Clay talking about the poster designated for his tavern.

Octavia brought his meal. “They didn’t waste any time, did they?” she said out of the corner of her mouth.

“Actually, I’ll bet it was Marian who didn’t waste any time. Five’ll get you ten Clay had no plans for the theatah last night.”

“Well, if so, he doesn’t seem to mind being reeled in hook line and sinker.”

“I have to agree.”

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It was the 4th of July and the fireworks celebration was just getting started. The air was cool and moist and the darkness around me was lit only by the fireballs exploding in the sky. I lay on my blanket on the grassy hill surrounded by other groups of people with their eyes riveted on the sky.

A dark shape temporarily obscured my view, then became visible as a man wrapped in a long blanket settled himself beside me. I smiled at the stranger and then continued to watch the show. He leaned back on his elbows, quite near me, and whispered soft comments about each firework — the color, the brightness. His voice was intoxicating, and I became more interested in listening to the words from his lips than watching the show. He moved closer to me, softly whispering, his words like honey dripping from his tongue. I felt myself grow moist with need as he silently covered my body with his, shrouding us both in his blanket. In our own universe now, his hot groin pressed satisfyingly against my throbbing pelvis, each firework explosion echoed through our bones as he pressed my body against the ground.

Warm, confident hands slid up my thighs under my skirt and found the panties at my waist. In one smooth movement he slid them down my legs and off, barely lifting his bulk from my body. I could feel then that he was naked beneath his blanket, his rock hard member brushing softly against my cool inner thigh, making me tremble with want.

I slid my hands under the blanket that shielded us from the world and found his firm buttocks, and clenched them with my hands, pressing him harder into me, guiding his smooth cock between my thighs and toward my need between.

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For a moment I was afraid. This stranger I was giving myself to so willingly, what did he want, why was I under his spell? But the excitement of his needing me and the confident touch erased all doubt as his hands slid under my back and pressed my chest to his, and he lifted his hips, gently kissing my opening with his velvet tip. For a moment he waited there, holding his breath, and then with a muffled groan he plunged fully into me, engulfing me in sensation and rippling heavy body. As each firework thundered through my bones, my body tensed and pulsed in return as his shaft filled me with heat and tingling pleasure. He pressed into me, filling me completely, gently stretching me to my limit, nudging my cervix with his tip, pressing his heavy balls against the base of my ass.

Then, with another liquid groan, he pulled out and I could feel each blood vessel that engorged his cock as he slipped from the perfect union we created.

Pressing my shoulder blades into the ground, he arched his back over me until we created a spherical union of our bodies — meeting at the junction with explosions of nerve endings with each movement, then warm empty space where his body arched away from mine beneath the blanket, then iranlı escort back together at the top where his head dipped to mine like a hummingbird drinking nectar, whispering erotic words into my ears, touching my face with his lips and cheeks, worshipping my breasts with his soft hands and needy tongue.

He rocked on top of me with a circular motion, overtaking my body with his with each long, slow stroke. Each plunge filled me to the brim, gently nudging my cervix at the apex, allowing me to experience every ridge and fold of his sculpted member. Each withdrawal was like a loss, but as he moved away from me his muscular pelvis rocked against my clitoris and sent me into heavenly euphoria, a state of highly tinged need for him to complete the circle and rock back into me, fill the cool space with his hot heaviness.

I dug my fingers into the muscles of his butt as he worked me in slow, even strokes. My whimpers and mewling cries mingled with his whispered words mixed with soft groans of helpless pleasure. My need for him grew as he paced each long thrust to the explosions of fire above us. Boom — in. Boom — out. Crack — in. Kaboom — out. I wanted him to speed up, to match my mounting need with a panting fury of abandon, but he controlled his speed with each agonizingly deep thrust.

All at once I spasmed beneath him, my lifting orgasm causing my back to arch and grind against his measured strides. I cried out and felt the waves of throbbing pleasure ripple down his cock buried deep inside me. As he felt my orgasm release, all at once he changed his angle to a lower one, suddenly rubbing the front walls of my vagina with keçiören escort his hardness, thrusting from beneath, rubbing against the rippled ceiling of my cave. With a suddenness I had never known, my need returned, mounting from the hot explosion of my orgasm to new levels of euphoria. Panting and clutching, I pulled him closer to me as his hips rocked me forward and back in tempo to his quickening pace. I felt his muscles clench and unclench as he thrust faster against the very base of my being, his balls softly bouncing against the nerve endings beneath my anus, pressing and filling me with every groaning jerk of his final moments. I could not fathom the heights to which my orgasm would peak — higher and higher I climbed, head thrashing and entirely out of control, as the sweaty stranger rode my G-spot, clutching my torso to his and rippling over me like a snake. As I crested, crashing waves of release causing my body to jerk and shudder, spasming muscles in my legs wrapped around his, I felt him tense and he cried out, thrusting deeply into me with a final groan, melding at our union into a rippling, throbbing being, erupting inside me, filling me with his hot fluid, gushing into me over and over as his balls contracted, sending me into another small orgasmic wave as he pressed into me again and again with the spasms of his ejaculation.

As his body shook and twitched, he slowly melted against me, the blanketed shape dropping in the darkness until he lay softly and heavily on top of me, our mingled breath and sweat cooling in the damp air. I closed my eyes as the tingling afterglow filled my body, his slow hand caressing my stomach and breasts. The fireworks lulled me into a half-sleep as his intoxicating whispers faded away, until I awoke with a start feeling a chill. I lay alone on my blanket, the final fireworks exploding in the distance, the stranger nowhere to be seen. The burn of his parting kiss still lingered on my lips.

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The fist rocketed past my face. It was as if the entire world went into slow motion. I remembered every hair, pore, and bead of sweat on that entire arm as it railed past my sight. My eyes met his as he finished his straight punch, but my hands were still raised up to my cheeks. Punch him back, hit him, do something! I yelled at myself in that moment. But my body didn’t answer. I was paralyzed; my skin felt like stone, like my muscles and bones were being burdened by a ton of frozen flesh.

Whap! That’s what it sounds like when you get hit in the face; don’t let the movies fool you. It’s a quick crack; you feel like it’s over. You feel like the guy just fucking murdered you and shattered your skull into dust. But your brain reboots and you can tell yourself that you’re fine, for the most part. I’ve been hit in the face enough times to get past the whole flashing lights, blacking out, and seeing stars bit.

“That was a great dodge, but you gotta follow up!” he said, as he offered a hand to my pathetic husk of a body, crumpled up on the floor. I turned over, and took his hand, and even the force of his helpful hand caused mild discomfort in me. What the hell is wrong with me?

“I know, I just-” I whimpered out.

“You just stood there, man.” he chuckled out. Jimmy was a truck driver. That means he probably goes to the gym once or twice a week, if he even has the time. The guy was always tired. He was one of those guys that has to mention it in every conversation. He was not the fittest man in the world; he was big, but most of it was Burger King and KFC. You could smell it in his panting-for-life breathes after he does anything that requires an ounce of effort. You didn’t want to get hit by Jimmy- no, you didn’t want to be seen getting hit by Jimmy. “You need to be coming in more, man. I’m not seeing you-”

He was interrupted was a sudden roar of several voices, coming from a small crowd from across the dimly lit basement. I couldn’t see much past the guys cheering on with their fists thrusting into the air as they encircled two figures, rolling around on the floor with the occasionally meaty crack of a punch here and there. Each new thwack sent the crowd into a frenzy. I got and walked towards the excitement as Jimmy shouted after me, “Ay, I ain’t done with you, yet!”

I was too short to see past the human fence of raging men; they all had at least a full head above me. I had to cut in sideways to witness something I didn’t think I’d ever seen in my life. On the ground, guarding his face, was Matt. Matt was not one to be messed with. He had the type of muscles that told you to fuck off before you even saw his face. But under that mountain of muscle, was a kind, high school physics teacher; the type that gave out full sized candy bars on Halloween with a bright smile and gave out reflective stickers to all the kids to put on their costumes. He’s the one that started all of this: about a year ago, the entire neighborhood was raging on about this child abductor on the loose. I remember it clearly, since everyone at work was jabbing at me about it, joking that I had to be careful because of my height (assholes). He wanted to start a neighborhood watch, but Town Hall wouldn’t have it. So he took matters into his own hands one day, and started training people in the neighborhood. No one doubted Matt; dude was in the army or something, probably killed a bunch of guys. He got me riled in all of this since I was his accountant, had been for at least five years now. I joined him because it felt like the right thing to do; get in shape, stick it to the man, make our own task force and hunt down pedophiles. We’d be the goddamned Justice League.

It started out innocently enough, with Matt just teaching us the basics: how to kick, punch, take a man down, get out of a grapple, etc. But soon Matt had a friend who had a friend who knew a guy… and the new members just started to pour in. Every Friday night it because lots of, “watch this move!” and “ever see this?” that started to spark up here and there. Before you knew it, we were just beating the shit out of each other for fun. I kept coming because I got tired of everyone making fun of me because I was small. I wanted to show everyone that it didn’t matter; I could kick your ass regardless. We all had things to prove like that; Jimmy didn’t want to be the fat guy, Matt didn’t want to be the nice guy; no one judged you here. No one ever made fun of my height here.

If you’re thinking this is a lot like Fight Club, it basically is. I’ve mentioned it to Matt who says he’s never read it or seen the movie, but I think he’s full of shit. I’d never say that to his face, but now I’ll have to reconsider now that I’m seeing the guy getting pinned right before my eyes. But that wasn’t the strangest part. I looked up to see who was pinning him. My jaw dropped as I saw a short, fit, Asian girl wailing away at the guarding Matt as she sat on his torso. Matt tried to wriggle his way out but the girl’s punches were as fast as pistons; it was insane. But soon, there was an opening: Matt deftly hammered his fist out, causing the girl to react, dikmen escort swiftly grabbing his attacking forearm. But this gave Matt just the opportunity to finally shove her off as her flurry stopped. Her back hit the floor hard as a sympathetic “ooh,” trailed out over the crowd. Matt slowly stood back up, and now I could see clearly how badly his face was battered and bruised, with a small trail of blood dripping from the side of his mouth. He turned to the girl, but she suddenly swung her leg out, sweeping Matt’s ankle. But Matt’s reflexes caught him, instead of falling on his ass, his knee hit the floor. But the girl was quicker than we all thought. She sprang up like a ninja, and just as fast, she lashed out with a spinning back kick right to Matt’s jaw, sealing the deal and sending him into the floor, face first. Another, more excited “ooh!” suddenly burst out from the crowd, but was followed by silence. We all just stood there, looking at Matt who was now knocked out on the ground, and this female warrior just standing over him.

“Told ya I was fast.” she said with a smirk. She placed her hands on her hips. “Alright, who do I collect from, cuz’ Bill Nye here is out cold.” That made me chuckle; he kind of did look like Bill Nye- and he was a science teacher, which was a bonus.

One guy in the crowd answered, “Ay, ay, we don’t do money matches here, sweet- I mean, lady.”

“Whatever, we made a bet, I’ll collect some other time.” She hastily picked up a gym bag as big as herself and marched through the crowd towards my direction, as the guys parted like the Red Sea for her. She marched past me, and I stared like an idiot. Her gaze forward was intense, but alluring. Her pitch black pupils seemed to have their own fierce gravity, and my eyes were being forcefully pulled in. Thankfully, she didn’t even notice my staring. She was almost the same height as me, just a bit shorter, so I could just catch her scent as she brushed past me, her long black hair nearly sweeping me in the face; she used some matter of lavender shampoo, but it was masked by the sharp, musky smell of sweat. She nearly stepped on my toes, as she continued her path of victory, and she marched past me; an insect to her grand majesty. I continued to stare after as she strode through the basement towards the exit. She was wearing a loose, pink tank top with a black sports bra underneath, and tight, gray leggings. I gawked as I finally saw her heavenly ass. It was plump, yet firm, and sculpted like that of a goddess’. But I could tell, this ass wasn’t for show, it was merely a muscular piece of this fine machinery. Yet it jiggled ever so slightly as she walked on, and I could feel the spirit of my hands reaching out to just fucking grab those perfect, plump cheeks.

“Do you need something, bro?” she asked me.

“W-what?” I stammered out. Her eyes pierced into mine. All the nerves in my body just quit, and my legs went weak as I could feel a chill run up and down my spine, over and over.

“You started following me, buddy.” Her lips were thick and sexy, and her facial features were angled and strong. I noticed she didn’t have a single bruise on her tan, smooth, flawless skin… but all of that distracted me from the fact that my legs started to move on their own, like they were being piloted by my dick instead. “You got my payout or something?” she demanded.

“Oh, y-yeah, I do, yeah!” I was speaking way too loud for some reason. “Yeah, I’m Matt’s accountant.”

“Oh shit, I didn’t know it was that official,” she said with a beautiful smile. “He’s got a Fight Club accountant and everything here?” she exclaimed with great surprise. “You take care of member dues and crap like that?” she joked, laughing.

“Oh, no, no, actually, I-” My words trailed into pathetic throat crackles as I also tried to chuckle a bit, but it just turned into pathetic wheezing.

“You okay, man?” She said, her perfect smile fading into worry.

“No, no- I mean, yeah, I’m good.” I coughed out, causing her to dodge my spit. “Sorry! Sorry, I just-”

“Getting my payout?” she teased with a teethy grin. Her teeth were alright, if you were wondering; no one’s perfect, not even her.

“Yeah, no, I was just saying that I also fight… and stuff- not here to be an accountant.” I chuckled.

“No shit!” she shouted, startling me a bit. “A tiny guy like you could probably run circles around these muscle-heads.”

I gave out a tired laugh, trying to be genuine. “That’s a good one,” I squeezed out another awkward chortle.

“Nah! I’m serious!” she suddenly got a lot more pep in her. “You gotta surprise ’em. They’re already looking down at you; but when you get that one punch in, their whole world-” she mimed an explosion with her fingers, “boom, it all goes to shit, and their minds aren’t in the fight anymore. Take a look at Bill Nye over there.” she motioned her head back towards Matt, who was now in a chair, dazed, with his friends trying to get him to drink from a water bottle. I looked back at her, lost in thought. “So right, about my money?” emek escort

“Uh… sure how much was it?”

“Fifty bucks.”

“Jesus,” I mumbled under my breath. I walked over to my gym bag, took out my wallet, pulled out three twenties and handed it to her, which she proceeded to snatch with the speed and ferocity of a viper.

“Thanks!” She proceeded to immediately turn her back. But I don’t care how pretty or dangerous you are; as an accountant, I have a moral obligation to make sure all the money is sorted perfectly (also, that’s my money). The nerves in my body powered back up and the chills halted, transforming into a fiery mathematical rage.

“Hey!” I shouted after her. She stopped, and turned back, shocked to see me speak up for the first time without dribbling my words out like a baby. “That’s three twenties!”

She smirked back at me. “Like they say, ‘can’t get money past an accountant’, huh?” she declared.

“What?” I spurted out. “No one says that. That’s not even catchy.”

“Really? I could’ve sworn I heard that in a movie or some-”

I put my finger up to stop her from speaking as her smirk snapped into a frown. “You’re a good fighter. But you’re not a talker. I’m gonna need that ten right now.”

Her smirk reset. “How about this-”

“There’s no negotia-”

“How about I give you that ten bucks… say… tomorrow at my place?” Her eyes narrowed with a sharp slyness and her grin was sexy yet mischievous.

My heartbeat began to thump hard in my chest. “Did… did you just ask me out?”

She rolled her eyes, “Yes… duh.” she teased. She swiftly reached into her bag, and thrust out a business card at me, making me wince again, but that just caused her to smile and laugh a bit. “Here.”

I reach out at it, not sure if was all a dream or not. I looked at the card, then at her, then at the card again. Then I reached my arm out for the card, but she suddenly jerked her hand back, causing me to miss it. I sighed.

“Don’t sigh at me! Get it!” she laughed.

I furrowed my brow in determination. This was definitely some kind of compatibility test, and I’d sooner be dead then lose a chance to date that fine ass. She moved the card back down, and I readied by hand. I slowly breathed in, then out, in, then out. To be honest, I don’t know what I was doing, but breathing seemed like a good first step. With a sudden breath I lashed out my arm to grab the card, but I was too slow, and she receded in time. I stepped forward, and she instinctively poised to grab my arm, thinking I was moving forward to grab the card again. Instead, I pivoted on my foot, and used the momentum to sweep at her ankle. However, she already thrust her foot into the back of my heel, stopping my attack. I went for an elbow to her chest in the opposite direction, but she quickly ducked under and thrust a fist right into my gut, knocking the wind out of me. My legs went weak once more, and I fell on my knees, clenching my stomach.

“Good… one…” I mustered through the coursing pain.

“Good try; I actually wasn’t expecting that” she replied, and she handed the card to me once more. I breathed in again, but she stopped me. “It’s okay, just take it.”

I looked into her dark eyes, and with a single motion I snatched it.

“That was actually slower than the last attempt.” She suddenly spun around, and went for the door. “My place, 6 PM, bring something to fight in.”

“What?” I yelled after. “I thought this was a date?” But she already went through the door. Just my luck, I get a date with a hot girl and all she wants to do is kick my ass. I looked at her business card.

“Jordyn,” I said under my breath.

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I showed up at her front door. Her house was nothing special, it was pretty small, but she mentioned that she was splitting rent with two roommates who were out for the rest of the weekend. Her business card was for her personal training service, which I might actually take her up on; it’s better than getting my ass kicked in some guy’s basement. But I imagine it’s not the most lucrative job, so she lives here in the more modest part of the neighborhood.

I dressed in a loose, white t-shirt and black sweatpants, nothing fancy. My legs and arms would not stop vibrating from pure nervousness, and I think I screwed up my arms doing push ups an hour earlier, to look a bit more muscular, but I’m not sure if that would ever offset my height. I was “ok” in the physical fitness department, obviously fighting a bunch of dudes every week for a year has to make you at least a little bit formidable, right? But that doesn’t make you any taller. As I looked at my reflection in her screen door, I couldn’t help but just feel like a short loser. My brain kept telling me just run away from this beast of a girl… but my other set of brains in the lower region couldn’t stop dreaming of that sweet ass.

I rang the doorbell and waited for a good minute. I checked the time eryaman escort on my phone: 6:02 PM. I didn’t sweat it; shit happens. I waited around her front door, tapping my foot, fiddling with my phone, expecting her to open the door at any moment… but, nothing. I rang the doorbell again. Was she in the middle of prepping dinner or something? I checked my text history: nothing. Another minute went by. Shit, was she ghosting me? Wait, you can’t get ghosted at the other person’s house… I looked in her window, I saw nothing but bits of an empty living room. Was everything okay?

I texted her, “Hey… at your front do-” No wait, should I tell a joke? I deleted the text, and replaced it with, “Hey ninja-girl, why don’t you use your ninja senses to sense me outsi-” Backspace, backspace, backspace. Is it racist to call her a ninja just because she’s Asian? The message was stupid anyway. I just typed “At your front door. Running late?” and sent it out. I sat down on her stairs, starting to wonder. I looked at my phone again after a while: 6:17 PM. What the fuck is going on? Is everything alright? Did she die from a carbon monoxide leak? I bursted up, and went for the screen door and tried to open it- it was already unlocked.

“What?” I said to myself in a hushed tone. My palms got sweaty, and my heart rate increased. I slowly turned the knob on her front door. It was unlocked, too. She’s late. Her doors were unlocked. This is not good.

I opened the door quietly and peaked inside. I saw a normal living room; cheap, leather, two-seater sofa, dusty and beaten, with foam peeking out of the torn edges. It was accompanied by two plastic chairs at each side, all of them surrounding a small, short coffee table that was littered with plastic cups, a couple stacked, one fallen, and two half-filled. Underneath the coffee table was a plastic jug filled with a pure, thick green juice of some kind, which the plastic cups were also filled with; probably a protein shake, or something? Across from the table and furniture was a large plasma screen television, which was playing some talk show. The screen was sitting on a small shelf, stocked with books about fitness. I tip-toed forward and kept my head down and my wits about me. To my right was a hallway with a couple doors; must be the bedrooms. Directly in front of me was the kitchen, also empty, and to the left was a stairway that lead down into the basement.

I snuck down the hallway and peeked into the first room: nothing. The second room: empty. The closet: filled with cleaning supplies. I got to the final room and opened the door. The first thing that greeted me was a large, almost terrifying poster of Bruce Lee plastered on the opposite wall, above her bed. No doubt, this was Jordyn’s room. Scattered about the room were numerous dumbbells, along with a yoga mat unraveled in the center of the room. On a cheap wooden desk in the corner was an open book with several lines of text highlighted in different colors, next to a blender filled with the same juice from before, with a few droplets of green liquid scattered about the desk. I turned on her small, plastic reading lamp and turned the cover to see that it was a beaten up hardcover copy of The Book of Five Rings, by ancient Japanese swordsman Miyamoto Musashi. I had read passages from the book before… but I had to focus now. I walked back through the hallway and into the living room, but there were no signs of struggle. The place was a bit disheveled, but everything was aligned, nothing broken, nothing damaged, even.

I slowly paced down the stairway, careful not to make a single noise. I kneeled before the door and pressed by ear against the bottom. I waited there for a whole minute, and heard nothing. I was sure as hell that I didn’t make a single noise while checking upstairs. That was one advantage of being small: less weight to carry around makes you extra sneaky. I sighed, and stood up. I gathered all of my courage and finally turned the knob on the door. As the brass knob turned, my heart beat faster and faster, and my legs shook more and more. Finally, I was able to peak in. All there was in my sight was an empty hardwood floor. I opened the door even more. The entire basement was just a large rectangular room, fully lit, with white walls, and a single wooden door on the right wall.

“What… kind of room is this…?” I whispered to myself.

“The battlefield!” a familiar voice roared from above me. I quickly spun around only to see Jordyn flying down at me- did she mount the top of the door and just wait there? This girl is insane! All I could do is put my arms up over my face in defense, but her entire body hit me like a meteor, and I crashed to the floor on my back as she mounted me. Fuck- I first thought of Matt and how he got flurried to a bloody pulp… but as she wound up a punch, her whole figure was on full display to me. She was wearing a low cut, black sports bra, along with tight black spandex shorts. Her breasts were large, probably D-cups- she could barely stuff all of that sexy meat into that bra that pressed her tits up so her cleavage was on a godsent display of pure eroticism. Her shoulders were broad and strong for a woman, but she wasn’t too incredibly muscular; just enough to define her sweet, sweet curves. Her abs and biceps were well defined but her body was still shaped like an hourglass. Her tan skin shined flawlessly against the light, her bronze perfection smooth and inviting.

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