Finally Meeting Lane Pt. 01

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Facesitting

We had chatted, talked and played over the past six months. We had grown closer with each passing day. It started with a simple Private Message and had expanded to be so much more. We shared the small insignificant parts of our day. Just the normal average things that make up every passing day that turns to weeks and months. We grew closer and closer as we began to share more. We moved from chatting and playing on LIT to sharing photos and then talking on the phone. The excitement of seeing her name on the screen would turn the average day into something truly fantastic. When I saw her name on the screen my heart would skip a beat. My breathing became faster and I could feel my entire body become aroused.

I think one of the turning points was actually hearing her voice on the phone. It was like her voice wrapped around my body like a warm blanket. Hearing her voice made me happy and drove me to release a long loud sigh of contentment. She seemed to know just what to say to make me excited and over the moon happy.

We shared so much. What we liked, what we disliked. The highlights and lowlights of each day. We shared fantasies and dreams. We even discussed the possibility of actually meeting and some of the many problems with doing so. But always in the back of my mind was the question, “what if.” What if we actually met. Would she like me? Would I be a disappointment to her? Would what clicked online and over the phone not translate into real-life? So many questions and so many doubts. We lived several states away from each other and meeting each other would not be all that easy.

Then it happened. The planets aligned. I mentioned a business trip to a certain city. Her voice was bubbly when she explained that it was the city that she lived in. We had never shared where we lived except for the state, never mentioning the actual city. I explained that I was flying in on Monday morning and would be in town for the week. She said that not only was she off of work that week but she as of yet, had not made any plans. It really seemed too good to be true. We started to make plans.

I told her what time I would be flying in and what time I would esat escort be checking into my hotel. I agreed to text her once I checked into the hotel and arrange for a time for us to meet in the hotel lobby. I wanted to give her the opportunity to talk to me in person and make up her mind what she wanted to do. As I sat in the hotel lobby I was very conscious of how nervous I was. I was wiping sweat off of my brow and my palms were sweaty. Am I doing the right thing? She is so much younger than me. My life is complicated enough. Should I really go through with this? Should I text her back and tell her I changed my mind? Do I want to complicate her life? What can I really offer her? So many questions running through my mind. I was not even paying attention. She had walked into the lobby and I had not even noticed. My mind lost in all the swirling questions I had racing through my head. I looked up as she touched my shoulder.

The sun streaming into the lobby through the large picture windows bounced off her red hair giving her a halo like a beautiful angel. As my eyes met hers my breath caught in my throat. She had shared photos of herself with me but seeing her in person was overwhelming. She was more beautiful than I could have imagined. I could not speak. She laughed and asked me if I was going to give her a hug? I almost knocked over my chair trying to get up fast to give her the hug she requested. I hugged her tight and whispered her name “Lane, I can’t believe you are here and I am hugging you.”

I offered her a chair and ordered her a drink. We both laughed and talked non-stop for the next 30 minutes as we held hands. Finally, we both took a breath. I looked her deep in the eyes and told her how happy I was to at long last met her. I let go of her hand and told her if just meeting me was enough I would understand. We could both just walk away and nothing more needed to happen. She got a sly smirk on her face and shook her head. “You are not getting away that easy. You finally came to see me and we are spending the day together.” I was still doubting myself so I asked her if she was sure? She took etimesgut escort my hand and said, “Mike, I am totally sure. Now pay for our drinks and let’s go upstairs.”

I tossed a twenty on the table and took her hand and steered her toward the elevator. Her dress clung to her curves in the most alluring way, I could not keep my eyes off of her. As the elevator doors closed I pressed against her and kissed her lips for the first time. Shivers went up and down my spine as my lips touched hers. It was such a gentle kiss but with so much feeling behind it. My tongue gently entered her mouth exploring this mouth that I had never been able to kiss before. The elevator dinged letting us know we had arrived on our floor. It was like being shaken out of a dream. We both giggled and moved quickly down the hall to our room. I fumbled with the card key and dropped it on the floor. She laughed at me and bent over to pick up the key card showing off the roundness of her sweet bottom as she bent at the waist. I groaned watching her. She slipped the key card into the door and unlocked the room pushing the door open allowing me to follow her. My eyes were transfixed on her.

She placed the key on top of the TV and twirled in a circle. Looking me in the eyes she said, “Now that you have me in a hotel room what are you going to do to me?” I wrapped my arms around her kissing her deeply. Lowing her to the bed I continued to kiss her. My hands roaming her body for the first time. Wanting to touch her everywhere at the same time. Our kiss turned from sweet to hungry to overwhelming desire. I broke our kiss took my suit jacket off and removed her shoes. I pushed up her dress and found the sexiest pair of lace panties I had ever seen. I locked my eyes on her panties perfectly cupping her sweet mound, tilting my head and sighing. She teased me by asking if I was only going to look?

I said hell no! Taking my fingers along her hips and slowly removing those wonderful panties. I could see dew on her seam as I gazed at her pussy. I slide a pillow with a towel on it under Lane’s round succulent ass. I looked etlik escort down on her and told her, “I have dreamed of tasting you for months.” My mouth starts at her knee and moves up to her thighs. Kissing, licking and caressing as I go. I move close to her dripping pussy but avoid it for now. Sucking on her mound wanting to tease her just a bit. When I can’t hold off any longer I open her pussy lips gently and press my tongue to her heat. She tastes so sweet I moan. Working my tongue on her labia then pressing in deeper probing with my tongue. Soon her sweetness is dripping down my chin. The flat of my tongue is moving up and down her seam, caressing her outer lips before moving to suck and tap her clit. My curled finger enters her tightness and searches for her Gspot. I know I have found it when I hear her whimper and her legs lift her off the bed crushing my face deeper to her pussy.

It is hard to believe after all these months I am actually tasting her. Cupping her ass cheeks, fingering her silky-smooth pussy. My cock is throbbing as I use my mouth for her pleasure. She is calling out my name as she pumps her hips matching my stroking of her clit. I know she is close and while I want it to last there are so many things I want to explore with Lane. I slow my licking and stroking down just a little to build her need up. I want her first climax with me to be one that she remembers. Her whimpers get more urgent. I raise my head and ask her if she is ready for her orgasm. Her response, “Oh god yes, please Mike! I need to cum so bad. Let me cover your face with my juices!”

I tell her, “Just relax Lane, let me bring you over the edge.” I reach up letting her breasts fall free from her dress. My fingers roll her nipples and begin to tug as I suck her hard clit into my mouth. I release one nipple and use my fingers to rub her Gspot faster sucking hard on her clit. She comes undone. Her hips pumping, crying out as her orgasm courses through her body. I slow down my licks avoiding her sensitive clit. Working her through her climax. As she settles down and lets out a deep sigh of relief and release I stop my caressing for the moment. I move up to kiss her soft lips and stroke her hair. “Lane that was only round one. I am here all week. You have me all night and I will make sure my meetings do not run past 5pm each day. You are welcome to stay with me in my hotel room every day and night. Now that we have your first orgasm out of the way, I want to make love to you.”

Part Two to follow…

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Felicia and Bo Ch. 02

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Babes

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I had to see you,” Bo blurted out.

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

“Can I come in?” Bo insisted.

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

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

“Nina,” Bo replied.

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

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

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

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

“Bo-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bo began putting on his clothes.

“I’ll wait for you,” he said.

“No, you have to go,” she replied.

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

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

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Falling in Love with Savannah

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Falling in Love with Savannah: My First Sexting Experience

My life changed forever about three months ago when I started having sex again. At that time, it had been about four months since I last fucked someone. It’s not that I’m ugly – I actually sort of look like the main guy in Mad Men (I’m not a huge fan of the show, but I’ve heard people compare me to its star). My social skills aren’t that great, but I at least know how to talk to someone if they initiate the conversation – especially if that “someone” has breasts, a sense of humor, and a warm smile.

Of course, it’s probably important that I explain why I haven’t had sex in so long: I’m married. Happily married I suppose, just without sex. We’ve been married for about ten years now and our sex life rapidly declined after the birth of our first child. Well, to be honest, it wasn’t that great before that either. When we did have sex – maybe every week or two – it was usually missionary style and we generally both finished within ten minutes or so (not really because of my “speed” but due to the fact that we would rather be doing something else; you know, something productive, like watching TV or staring at the wall).

We never did anything wild sexually. My wife stopped talking whenever I started to discuss any sort of “wild” sexual activity (i.e. blowjob in the car, or sex in public, or even reverse cowgirl position for that matter). But the sad part, I suppose, is that I wanted to do these things. Not because I’m a pervert (though I guess you could say I am depending on your definition of it), but because I wanted to become more intimate with my partner, especially my wife. I always wanted to be with someone who would share my beliefs and would want to partake in sexual exploration. I suppose I could have just married someone else or at least have continued my search for “the one”, but having a kid sort of changes all of that.

So, I guess that should provide you with enough of my background in order to understand my experiences over the past few months. Maybe I’ll share more of my history in future writings so you can get to know me better.

Ok. Let’s get to the fun stuff.

About three months ago, I started a new job at a department store. I’m what they call a “sales representative associate,” which is basically a glorified title for a sales job. I sell electronics; things like IPads, PCs, PS4s, etc. I work for a big electronic corporation, but it’s not really important to share the specific one due to what happened over the past three months (let’s just say it rhymes with rest guy). But let’s keep that on the hush. I don’t want to get fired nor do I want to get anyone in trouble. I especially don’t want my wife to find out (unless of course it helps us have sex more often, but it probably would end with divorce papers instead). I don’t make a lot of money, but I tend to work pretty hard. My supervisor enjoys my work, mostly because I have a large volume of sales (likely due to my tendency to actually listen to customers and respond with honest feedback).

So yeah, back to three months ago. For about the first week or so at my new job nothing significant happened. I showed up, I learned about new products, and I sold them. It was that simple. But at about two weeks into the job, a new employee started. I guess I’ll call her Savannah (I traveled to Savannah, Georgia, a few years ago and loved the beautiful environment). Savannah worked in the same department, moving from the computer section to the video game section and back again.

Savannah just turned 19 and looked amazing. She had blonde hair that dropped down to her shoulders. Slightly tanned, she had green eyes and small pink lips. Her breasts weren’t as large as my wife’s but they were perky enough to please the casual observer. Even more important than Savannah’s physical prowess, was her personality. She was funny AND smart. She was just a positive person to be around. She rarely complained about others, unless it was about her boyfriend. While she wasn’t “the one,” Savannah definitely made me happy to come to work. Every time we worked together, I thanked every god I could think of. The fact that she sometimes complained about her boyfriend actually brought us closer together. We had something in common: a failed (or failing) relationship. In between talking about our significant others, we also talked about video games and movies (other things I love), which helped bring us together even more.

Of course, whenever we worked together we would flirt. Mostly just clever and witty comments. Nothing physical occurred between us, at least not initially, except for a hug or handshake every now and then. But things started to change a bit after Savannah caught her boyfriend cheating on her. She didn’t actually see anything physical between them; she just noticed a text messaging conversation between him and a “friend” when Savannah was trying to listen to Pandora on his phone.

When she found out, she spent a whole night at work describing the sexual messages, which included a few pictures mamak escort of her boyfriend’s penis and the friend’s breasts. Savannah showed me the pictures (she had sent them to her phone) openly at work (she didn’t care much about being caught that night – she was that pissed). It was the first time I ever saw a picture of a penis on a cell phone. It was just standing there; like a tower or curvy vegetable so some kind. It wasn’t just any penis either; it was quite large (at least compared to mine). The breast’s of the friend weren’t so bad, but nothing special. In fact, I was sort of shocked a guy like Savannah’s boyfriend – with a large penis and a nice six pack – would cheat on her with someone not nearly as attractive.

That night at work, we talked about cheating and our relationships. Neither of us had cheated before – she was sincerely surprised I hadn’t during my ten year marriage. After the store closed, I walked Savannah to her car, like I did most nights, and we exchanged hugs. She added a quick peck on the cheek (not like most nights) and I told her everything was going to be ok. We then both went home back to our failing relationships.

The next day, Savannah seemed a bit more cheerful. As if she was beginning a new chapter in her life. Surprisingly, she didn’t break up with her boyfriend. Nor did she even tell him about finding the messages and pictures. We had another shift together (we worked together usually about 3-4 times a week together) and she seemed happier, more alive, than ever before.

When the store closed and our shifts ended, I walked Savannah to her car. We hugged, a bit longer than the previous night, and, as I pulled back, she kept her body close to me. Her green eyes seemed soft yet focused. Our bodies weren’t touching, but I could feel her warm body hovering against mine. Suddenly, of nowhere, Savannah’s lips approached mine. Her warm pink lips touched mine. I immediately pulled back. She responded by pulling my body closer to hers (I didn’t really resist in any meaningful way) and her moist tongue entered my mouth. Our tongues briefly wrapped together motioning clockwise for what felt like forever. For some reason or another, an image of my wife flashed in my head. I instantly pushed Savannah away and told her I couldn’t. I sternly reminded her I was married and quickly walked away. I looked back and noticed her crying. Tears were beginning to streak down her face. I didn’t know what to do under these circumstances. So, I just went home.

During the drive home, I kept thinking about Savannah and our kiss. I couldn’t believe she actually did that. Kissed me in public? That’s crazy. I mean, I’m married. She has or had a boyfriend. And we are in public. What if someone saw us? What if they told my wife? I was in complete and utter awe. But, at the same time, I was horny as shit. I mean, Savannah actually kissed me. Not just a peck on the cheek like the previous night, but with tongue. And, more importantly, I kissed her. I didn’t try to stop it. I actually fiddled my tongue in her mouth. Her juices entwined with mine. We swapped spit. We kissed. Damn. There is no way I can keep this from my wife. I’ll have to tell her. I can’t just keep it a secret. But she’ll probably respond my yelling at me and telling me I should have stopped her. My wife will likely tell me to quit or transfer to a different location. Hell, she might even leave me and take away my kid. So, like any intelligent individual, I promised myself that I would keep it all secret; to never share it with a soul (though I am sort of breaking that promise by sharing my story with you).

I arrived home at the normal time and did everything as I would any other night (or at least I tried). But it wasn’t easy. I worried constantly that my wife would ask just one question that would throw me off. But, she didn’t. Instead, she went to bed early as normal and I sat on the couch and watched TV. I couldn’t really focus on what I was watching. Rather, I kept thinking about Savannah and her soft skin against my lips. I kept thinking about how I responded, what I should have done instead. I even thought about what I could have done. My penis began to move slowly in my shorts. I could feel it expanding as I continued to think about Savannah and her tongue inside my mouth. It reached its peak length trying to find a way out of my shorts.

I had to jack off. There was no way I could just go to bed now. So, I turned the TV off and went to my room (yeah, I have my own room; my wife and I have had separate rooms for about seven or so years now). Before entering my room, I grabbed enough toilet paper to use for my nightly fantasy.

I took off my shirt and shorts and laid down in my bed. My dick was still hard, so I removed my boxers as well. My penis stood straight up, in joyful relief as it was no longer contained in a tight place. I closed my eyes and tried to experience the events that transpired just a few hours prior. I thought about Savannah: her green eyes, her smooth blonde hair, her ofise gelen escort perfect smile. Me, holding her tightly; her warm body next to mine. I placed my hand around my cock, slowly touching it, moving it up and down.

I thought of our kiss. Savannah’s tongue around mine. My spit mixing with hers. That was a crazy thought: a part of my body actually entered hers. A part of her body went into mine! My hand moved faster and I started to breath heavily. I was about to cum when my phone vibrated. I instantly froze, my heart slowed down, and I grabbed the phone. It was a text from Savannah.

Savannah: Hey.

Fuck me. What is she texting me for? Was she going to apologize? Again, my immediate thought was what my wife would say if she found the texts (even if innocent – at this point, I had never actually texted or called Savannah, but we did share our phone numbers just in case we were running late to work or something). I thought about not responding. But then I received another text.

Savannah: I’m sorry about tonight.

She must feel bad. Maybe she didn’t mean to kiss me. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe she really felt guilty. After all, she was crying when I left. I started to feel ashamed for just leaving her there in tears, so I decided to text her back.

Me: It’s ok. I hope you are feeling better.

She immediately responded.

Savannah: I am.

Savannah: I’m just sad. And confused.

Savannah: Jeremy [her boyfriend] is such a jerk.

I sincerely felt bad for her. She was going through a difficult time.

Me: Yeah he is.

Me: Did you guys really break up?

Savannah: No. I don’t know what to do.

Savannah: Should I?

Me: I dunno.

Me: I probably would, but I’m not you.

Me: But I hate to see you so sad.

Savannah: That is why.

I am sincerely confused at this point.

Me: Why what?

Savannah: That is why u are so amazing.

Savannah: U care more about other people than

yourself.

Savannah: Sooo not like Jeremy.

If I was so amazing, why did I feel so bad talking to Savannah? I didn’t know how to reply so I just sat in silence for a couple minutes.

Savannah: What are u doing?

Um, I was about to cum thinking about you but then you texted me. Of course, I didn’t text this to her, instead I tried to think about what I could or should say.

Me: I was about to go to sleep.

Savannah: This early?

I had no response to this question. I couldn’t think of one damn thing.

Savannah: Is your wife there?

What? Why ask me about this?

Me: No. We actually sleep in different rooms.

Savannah: What? Lol.

Me: Yeah it’s weird but it’s cool too.

Me: I don’t have to wake up early when she wakes up.

Me: Plus, she doesn’t have to wake up when I go to bed late.

Savannah: Oh. I guess that makes sense.

What felt like a minute passed.

Savannah: I think I like u.

Mmm…ok? What does that even mean?

Me: I like you too.

Savannah: I mean really like u.

Oh shit. I looked towards the door afraid my wife was about to break into the room and catch me in this conversation (btw I was still naked in bed, so it would be real difficult to explain everything).

Me: I think you should talk to Jeremy. Tell him how you feel.

Savannah: About u? ;0)

I actually lightly chuckled.

Me: Of course not. Just about him cheating.

Savannah: I’m done with him.

Savannah: I don’t need to tell him anything.

Me: I’m confused. Did you guys break up or what?

Savannah: I’m just done with him.

I lifted my eyebrow extremely confused.

About a minute passed without a text. Then suddenly the screen flashed and a picture appeared. It was a picture of Savannah, without a top on. Just her exposed and elegant breasts. Holy shit, this conversation just turned a whole other direction. How in the hell will I explain these texts to my wife? I suppose I could just delete them as soon as our conversation ends.

I looked at the picture of beautiful Savannah again, with a new type of focus. Her breasts seemed so young. So perky and firm. Her nipples looked hard, like she had been playing with herself before sending it. Had she been playing with herself during our texts? Or before? My penis began to awake from its brief rest. It grew slowly, pushing against my leg. Within seconds it was standing fully erect at attention again. I decided to text her again.

Me: What are you doing?

Me: Isn’t Jeremy there?

Savannah: I kicked him out.

Savannah: I didn’t explain why.

Me: But you guys are still together?

Savannah: Yeah.

Then I thought about a more appropriate comment.

Me: I’m married.

I looked at what I messaged but it just didn’t

feel true. It felt like a lie.

Savannah: I know.

Savannah: I won’t tell anyone.

Damn. otele gelen escort Now I was at what you might call an ever

changing life decision. If I continue texting with Savannah, I could end my night highly satisfied. But what if I got caught? What if the truth later comes out? After all, Savannah found Jeremy’s texts. My wife would similarly find these texts. Right?

Savannah: Just delete our conversation after.

Savannah: She won’t find out.

Damn. It’s like she read my mind. I spent the next few minutes thinking about what to do. Thinking about the possible ramifications of tonight and what was happening. Deep in thought, another picture suddenly appeared. This time it was a picture of Savannah’s face, a selfie if you will. Her soft face was glancing at me. Her lips – those lips that touched mine a few hours ago – looked as if they were begging to be kissed once again. Her eyes looked as if she was gazing into mine. As if she really wanted me (this is a feeling I hadn’t had in years – if ever really). Another text appeared.

Savannah: If u want this to happen u have to send me a pic.

Want what to happen? Oh, she must mean we are going to do what Jeremy and her friend did. At this point, I stopped thinking about my wife. The world seemed to stop in its rotation. The only sound I could hear was my heart beating faster and faster. I was going to play this game, I decided.

I pulled the blanket off my lower area. My dick stood hard ready for its first picture. I pointed the phone at it and took a picture. The light flashed brightly. I didn’t like the way it turned out so I did it again. And again. And again. It took a few tries until I felt like it was a picture I could send. I didn’t think about it. I just pressed send.

It seemed like forever when another text appeared.

Savannah: Hehe.

Savannah: Are u naked?

Me: I was. I am.

Savannah: Was???

Me: I was planning to jack off before you texted me…

Savannah: LMFAO.

Savannah: What were you watching?

Me: Nothing.

Me: I was thinking.

Me: Thinking about you.

Savannah: That is so hot.

Savannah: What were u thinking?

Me: I was thinking about tonight. Our kiss.

Savannah: Did u like it?

Me: It was amazing.

Me: You felt so perfect in my mouth.

Savannah: It was perfect.

Savannah: I’ve always liked u.

Savannah: But that kiss made me feel something

inside I’ve never felt before.

Savannah: I felt warmth. I felt passion.

Savannah: I felt wet. :0)

Me: lol.

Savannah: Really. After I finished crying, I noticed my panties were wet.

Me: Damn.

Savannah: That’s never happened before.

Savannah: I rarely get wet with Jeremy. Usually we have to use KY.

Savannah: But I got wet from u.

Savannah: Once u left, I pleasured myself in my car.

Me: Really???

Savannah: I’ve never done that before either.

Savannah: But it felt good. It felt amazing!

Me: That’s why I was about to touch myself.

Me: Our kiss and your body against mine was amazing!

A minute or two passed.

Savannah: Do you want to cum tonight?

It took me no time to process this answer.

Me: Yes.

Savannah: Let me help you.

Another pictured appeared. This time it was a picture of her lips – not her mouth, but her lower pink lips. Her vagina area was shaven, as if she had just cleaned herself for me. Her fingers were spreading her pussy far and wide. I double tapped the screen, so I could see her vagina lips up close. It was wet, a dribble of wetness was sliding down her inner thigh. Her manicured fingernail exposed her insides. My outside manhood demanded a rub. My dick was harder than ever, so I wrapped my hand around it and rubbed it up and down. Not slowly, but quickly. I wanted to cum now. My sperm demanded release now!

Savannah: I want u to cum.

Me: It won’t take me long :0)

I kept rubbing up and down on my exposed member as she texted me.

Savannah: I want to fuck u.

Savannah: I want to make love to u.

Savannah: I want to pleasure u like never before.

Savannah: I want u.

Savannah: To cum to my picture.

I brought the picture back up rubbing my dick even faster than before. Pre cum was beginning to run out of the slit at the head of my penis. The head was throbbing, wanting to erupt soon.

Savannah: I’m cumming.

Savannah: I want u to cum now.

Savannah: Please cum with me.

Savannah: Now baby.

Damn! This girl is wild! I brought the picture of Savannah’s wet pussy lips back up. I moved my hand up and down on my penis. Faster and faster. Faster and faster. Until I exploded. My cum shot into the air, at least a few feet, landing on my stomach and on the bed. I forgot to grab the paper. I rubbed my dick slower as my jizz dribbled along my hand. Damn, that felt good. Holy fuck I can’t believe that just happen. My heart began to slow down. My body began to calm down. My penis began to get limp.

Savannah: Are u done?

I quickly grabbed the toilet paper and wiped up.

I texted back.

Me: Yes.

Me: That was amazing!

Savannah: It was for me too.

Me: You came too?

Savannah: Twice. ;0)

Savannah: I’ll text u again tomorrow night.

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Chris stirred softly under his blankets. He peeked out from under them to look at his alarm clock:

‘8:06’

He still had almost half an hour before he needed to get up and after a long night of restless slumber, he could use a bit more sleep. He wrapped his head back up to block out the early morning light and as he rolled over he discovered, rather painfully, that he had morning wood.

“You again,” he complained to his own dick, “Didn’t you get enough last night?” he said, laughing to himself. He thought about last night; the ecstasy on Leslie’s face brought a smile to his own. He shimmied out of his pajama pants and boxers, still warm and cozy beneath the sheets and took his own half-hard member in his hands. Closing his eyes he relived the events still fresh in his mind; the curve of her body pressed to his, the smell of her perfume and arousal.

“Chris, get up!” came the cheery voice of his mother barging through the door unannounced. Chris’ eyes flew open and he immediately tried to hide the tent he was pitching, bending his dick in the most uncomfortable way possible in the process. “There’s fresh pancakes and sausage downstairs!” she added, oblivious to or ignoring his predicament. She left as suddenly as he had appeared and shut the door behind herself. Chris grumbled, snapped from his reverie, and got out of bed. He grabbed his towel and went to the bathroom, still sporting his erection.

Locking the door behind him, Chris cranked the shower on and didn’t bother waiting for the water to warm up before stripping down and hopping in. The cold water shocked his body and helped to cool down his libido. The shower soon turned warm and Chris washed away the smell of sex from his body. Chris hadn’t had sex in almost seven months. His first girlfriend, Nikki, was a prude. He had been going out with her for over a year before she gave it up. When the two finally did have sex, she would just lay there, no positions other than missionary.

By contrast his second girlfriend, Sadie, was a nymphomaniac. She wanted to fuck constantly. She would come over to his house while he was sleeping, climb up the tree outside his window and tap on the glass until she was let in where she would quickly pounce on him and ride him until she was satisfied. She loved giving blow-jobs, especially road head. She would suck him off anywhere and swallow all of his cum like a champ. He loved how adventurous she was. He never had to initiate any of their sexual rendezvous and she loved being on top and in control. She would demand that he fuck her and when he ‘refused’ she’d spank him playfully until he gave in. It wasn’t the pain that got him horny but the beautiful women controlling his every move.

He could have spent many gratifying years in her company had her parents not moved. ‘The life of an Army brat,’ she used to say. She had gone to three different elementary schools, three different middle schools and she was on high school number two when she was in school with Chris.

Chris pulled himself out of reminiscing about ‘Sadistic Sadie’ as he affectionately called her and finished his shower. He threw on a clean pair of boxers, black chef pants and a white t-shirt and then ran downstairs to grab some pancakes before they got too cold. He served himself a couple and drowned them in syrup before eating them in only three bites. He thanked his mom and headed off to work in a hurry. He felt a bit run-down from last night’s escapades and was kind of miffed that he had to come in so early, but Sarah needed help with a carving station for a wedding.

He parked his car and went into the kitchen where everyone was running around; cooking some items and putting the final touches on others. Sarah was barking orders to a busboy who looked like her was on the verge of tears. The kid was fairly new here and had already done quite a few things to get on her shit list. Today she was especially stressed. Sarah hated weddings. She hated the stupid food requests like vegan meals. She hated having to make room in her walk-in refrigerator for cakes and flowers. She hated the bridezillas who would often come in the kitchen to bitch about the tiniest details to which she had to plaster a fake smile on her face and apologize for things she didn’t do. She relished in the fact that the divorce rate was so high in this country and that those bitches would probably be alone in five years.

“You look tired, Newbie,” Sarah said when she noticed Chris walking through the kitchen on the way to the time clock. He didn’t think he looked that bad so he shrugged it off. “Here take a sip of this,” she said, handing him a cup of fizzy yellow liquid.

He took a whiff of it and smelled the distinctive citrus odor of Red Bull. “No thanks, that stuff always gives me the jitters,” Chris replied, handing it back.

“I can’t drink it straight either so I watered it down,” she said, pushing it back towards him, he shrugged and took three big gulps before he caught the aftertaste.

“You watered it down with vodka?!” he asked incredulously.

“It’s mama’s happy juice,” she beamed, “It’s rus escort the only thing keeping me sane. The Red Bull perks me up and allows me to deal with this bullshit and the Kettle One makes sure I don’t get too perky!”

Chris shook his head and handed her drink back. “So am I doing the carving station?” he asked as he put his chef coat and apron on.

“Yeah. Jose’s still out until tomorrow and Mark’s not coming in until three,” she said, going over her prep list attached to a clipboard. “The reception brunch starts in thirty minutes. Can you just go out and make sure all the chafing dishes are hot and that the tables look nicely garnished? I told that Trevor kid to do it but I’m not so sure he could find his ass with two hands.”

Chris nodded and did as he was told. When he arrived in the dining room and to check everything Trevor, the busboy she berated earlier, was buzzing around nervously, trying not to screw things up. Chris went over to him and patted him on the back which caused him to almost jump out of his skin. “Hey dude, looks good out here,” Chris said trying to reassure the kid.

“I just don’t want to piss Chef Sarah off,” he responded, “I heard that she once lit a dude on fire for asking her a dumb question!” the young kid said, genuinely scared.

“Well it was one of the cooks and his question was ‘Do you think we could light this Purell on fire?’ as he held a pile of it in his hand. So she took a stick lighter and lit his hand on fire.” Trevor looked at Chris horrified. “Look, we cooks do some stupid shit for laughs. The gel caught fire, but he put it out before it even got hot. She’s not this scary lady,” he continued as he straightened the corners of the table skirt, “She’s just a hard ass who likes things done a certain way and that’s because her way usually is the best way.”

Trevor nodded, “Is it true she once put a cobra in someone’s car for fucking up an order?” he queried.

“It wasn’t a cobra, it was her pet boa constrictor and it wasn’t as some sort of punishment, she was just messing with a waiter who said he was afraid of snakes. The thing was still in its glass aquarium!”

“Why do people spread rumors about her being so bad-ass?” Trevor asked.

“I think Sarah starts a lot of the rumors, the rest are just exaggerations of things that really happened,” Chris surmised. “Your best bet is to just do your job to the best of your abilities, stay out of the kitchen unless you need to be there and think before you act. It took me working here for three months before Sarah started treating me like I was worth a damn. And I work side by side with her every day,” Chris said bluntly, “She still gets on me but I’ve learned not to take it personally.”

Trevor nodded, visibly calmer now. Chris smoothed out some of the linens and arranged the table garnishes to give them height and visual appeal. He gave Trevor a thumbs up and headed back to the kitchen. The spiked Red Bull was giving him a bit of pep without the jitters, mental clarity without nervousness.

Chris helped to put the food in the chafing dishes and set up his carving station with a large bone-in ham. The brunch started off at a good pace; people came in, mingled, went through the line. He wasn’t inundated with guests but he also wasn’t standing around. He smirked as a couple of bridesmaids dressed in hideous pink ruffles were attempting to dance in their ill-fitting dresses.

“I think those bitches put their friends in ugly dresses on purpose,” came Sarah’s voice from right over his shoulder. He hadn’t heard her come over so it startled him a bit. “That Trevor kid did a nice job in here,” she remarked, “Seems he finally pulled his head out of his ass.”

“Hey Sarah, can you take over for a sec? I have to pee!” Chris whispered to his boss.

“And what if I don’t let you go,” she said, an evil glimmer in her eyes.

“Then you’re going to have to do some apologizing to Princess Bridezilla and her guido father,” he said rather smugly.

“Go on, get out of here,” she said, jabbing him playfully in the ribs. She really didn’t want to have to explain why her employee peed on the floor. Chris took off his apron, tucked it under the table and made his way towards the nearest bathroom, passing wedding guests walking with plates of food and chatting. Entering the restroom, he pulled up to one of the urinals, dropped his fly and relieved himself. In one of the stalls behind him he distinctly heard the sounds of clothes being taken off and two people kissing one another. A quick peek behind confirmed a gentleman with his pants around his ankles and a pair of women’s shoes, the same horrid pink color as the wedding party. He finished up, washed his hands and returned to the dining room.

“Sarah, there are two people screwing in the men’s room,” Chris whispered.

A sly smile crept over her face and she pulled out her walkie-talkie, “Kitchen to Security.”

“Security go ahead,” came the crackly voice through the speaker.

“Code ‘F’ in the men’s room off the ballroom,” she replied.

“Ten-Four.”

Less sıhhiye escort than a minute later, Scott from security dressed in a nice suit with an earpiece dangling from his right ear came into the ballroom, gave Sarah a nod and went in to the bathroom. Shortly after he entered, a gentleman came out of the bathroom, tucking in his shirt and pulling up his fly, followed very soon by a woman who’s face was redder than her dress.

“You’re evil,” Chris said to his boss, knowing full well what she was going to do when he told her about the couple.

“Look, this is a hotel, not a brothel,” she said frankly. “And if you were really concerned about their embarrassment you wouldn’t have told me!”

Chris conceded, “You’re right. I love it too!” Chris and Sarah both had the same sick sense of humor. They loved watching people squirm, Sarah just tended to take it so much further than Chris ever would. The rest of the afternoon went well. Chris helped break down the tables and bring in the food from the buffet, then he helped Sarah prep for a busy dinner shift.

“We’ve got a total of one hundred-fifty reservations on the books, but that doesn’t count walk-ins,” Sarah said, giving her staff a quick pep talk. “I’m going to be expediting, Mark is on grill, Johnny’s doing sauté, and Chris is on salads and desserts. Chris, if you need help, shout and I can go down.”

“Yeah, that’s what she said! Am I right, guys?” Johnny chimed in. Johnny was leaning against the wall, resting his tall, muscular frame against the shiny steel. His mother was of middle-eastern descent, giving him olive-toned skin, dark hair and exotic features but he was born and raised in America. He was a funny but crude man. He told the dirtiest jokes, especially about women, Jews and dead babies. He was always good for a laugh, and a helping hand. He’d give you the shirt off his back if you asked.

“Welcome back from vacation. We missed you!” Sarah said with a healthy dose of sarcasm. Rumor has it that Johnny and Sarah used to date, or at least hook up regularly. Chris wasn’t sure what she saw in him, with all of his degrading comments about ‘broads.’ “Chris, don’t let me see you get in the weeds without asking for help,” she added.

Chris nodded and made sure his station was ready, checking off his mental list, ‘Hazelnut dressing, check; blood orange vinaigrette, full bottle; lettuce, cut and ready to go; spiced pecans, check.’

The ticket machine started printing out orders right at five-thirty. Sarah would pull the ticket, give one copy to Mark, keep the carbon copy for herself and shout out the order. When the ticket had been read aloud, everyone who had something to do for that order would shout back a chorus of ‘Yes Chef!’ and proceed making the requested dishes.

“Fours covers, order in: Chris, one House Salad, one arugula, one duck and Johnny, one crab cake,” Sarah read off the ticket.

“Yes Chef.” The apprentice and veteran chef responded in unison. Chris dressed the salads and put them in the serving window. Johnny put the order of crab cakes and the duck confit in the oven to warm them.

“Deuce.” Sarah called out, using the slang for a table for two, “Order in, one arugula, that’s two all day Chris and Johnny another crab cake.”

“Yes Chef,” Johnny put another order of crab cakes in the oven, fishing out the previous occupants, putting both the duck and the crab cakes under to broiler to crisp them up. Chris dressed another peppery arugula salad and topped the greens with crisp pears and roasted red onions. Johnny plated the first order of crab cakes, placing them on a puddle of red pepper beurre blanc sauce,garnishing them with a zigzag of bright green basil coulis.

“Order up,” Sarah said, summoning a food runner. She loaded up his tray, “Table twenty-seven,” and the young man was off to deliver the food.

The dinner rush had begun and food was leaving the kitchen quickly. “Good job guys, keep it going strong!” Sarah said, motivating her staff. Each one of them kept up and put out good food for the next hour. There was a small lull in service; the guests were enjoying their entrées, empty tables were waiting to be cleared.

As one of the bar-backs passed her, she snagged him by the shirt sleeve, “Mira Martín, dame cuatro Red Bull por favor,” she asked the guy in Spanish. He promptly came back with the four Red Bull cans and she gave him a quick ‘Gracias’ before doling them out to her staff. “Chris, you want one? she asked the young apprentice. He shrugged and took a can from her, popped the top and took a gulp before stashing the rest in his salad cooler. Sarah poured hers into her reusable plastic cup, took a quick look around and reached into the bottom pocket of her black cargo pants. Smiling, she pulled out a large silver flask and poured a good measure into the cup along with the bubbly yellow Red Bull.

“Shit Sarah!” Johnny exclaimed to which he was quickly shushed. “Pass it down!” he said in a softer tone.

Sarah reluctantly let him have sincan escort her flask. He poured a couple ounces into his cup and took a swig from the threaded metal mouth of the flask before offering to pass it down the line. Everyone else declined and he took another sip before screwing the cap back on and giving it back.

“Damn Sarah, that tastes great!” Johnny continued as he worked on a few orders of food.

“That’s what you said about my pussy,” she retorted, her first public acknowledgement of the rumors of their sexual relationship.

Johnny nearly choked and turned bright red as he was taking another sip of his drink.

“Sarah, really?” Johnny asked.

She narrowed her eyes at him, “And who’s dumb ass roommate couldn’t keep his mouth shut?” she growled.

“Dude, not my fault Charlie’s no good at keeping secrets!” he added, hoping she would just drop it. Thankfully another ticket came in to break up the stand-off

“Ten top, thanks for the warning,” she shouted as she read the top of the ticket, “Order in, two house salads, two crab cakes, three duck salads, one arugula, one squid, one risotto.”

“Yes Chef,” came the chorus as everyone scurried around to make this order.

The rest of the night went well. The last ticket for the night went out, a slice of Cider Pecan Pie. Chris was cleaning up his station and looked around for Sarah but couldn’t find her. He peeked his head into the walk-in, checked the office and the dish area with no luck. Chris walked down the hall towards the dry-storage area. Before he rounded the corner to enter the room he heard Sarah’s voice. She sounded angry so he turned to walk away, not wanting to bother her.

“You think you’re funny don’t you Johnny?” he heard her ask gruffly.

“No ma’am,” Johnny replied, sounding very meek. Chris’ curiosity was piqued. He turned back and hid just inside the doorway, invisible due to the boxes and cans on the shelf. When he looked toward his boss he saw her pint-sized body pressed close to Johnny’s tall frame. Her back was to him and he could see Johnny’s hands were clutching at the rack behind him, eyes closed and his head tilted back. Trying to figure out what was going on, Chris finally took notice of Sarah’s hand clutching Johnny’s crotch

“You can have all your little jokes on the line, but remember that these…” she said, emphasizing that last word by giving his privates a harsh squeeze, “…belong to me!”

Johnny moaned loudly, “Yes Sarah, I’m sorry.”

“What did you call me?” she asked harshly, constricting her hand on his genitals again.

“I meant ‘Mistress’, I’m sorry!” Johnny groaned, correcting himself. Chris couldn’t tell if he was in pain or if he was loving it.

“You love this don’t you, you slut!” she asked, a tone of revulsion in her voice. All Johnny could do was whimper and nod. “Say it!”

“I love it when you discipline me!” he uttered. Sarah, satisfied with Johnny’s response grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of his head and pulled him down and gave him a fierce, soul-stealing kiss. Her hand turned from squeezing the front of his pants to caressing and Johnny’s whole demeanor softened. He wrapped his arms around her lovingly and held her close as they kissed.

Sarah broke the kiss, “Let’s get back to the kitchen before someone notices we’re gone,” she said.

Chris took that as his cue to sprint down the hall to avoid being found out. He ducked into the employee bathroom and locked the door to hide out and catch his breath for a second. ‘I have to tell Mark that our suspicions were true,’ he thought to himself. After further consideration he came to the conclusion that was a horrible idea. ‘She was torturing Johnny for his roommate ratting the two of them out. I don’t want to be on the receiving end of that torment,’ he supposed but his dick told his true feelings. He was half-hard thinking about that petite woman controlling him.

Chris tucked his dick into the waist band of his underwear to hide his erection and headed back to the kitchen. He saw Sarah and Johnny cleaning up as if they hadn’t just made out in the dry storage area. Trying to walk as casually as possible with a hard-on he approached her and asked if he could leave. She nodded and thanked him and told him he had done well. He beamed with pride as he walked to his car and drove home.

Sitting in his own driveway he texted Leslie, ‘Hey, what r u up to tonite? Want to go see a movie or something?’ He pressed ‘Send’ and headed inside to await her response. He stripped out of his dirty clothes and threw them in the laundry basket. Flopping down onto his bed he pulled his laptop up and checked his email and Facebook. He saw a post from Leslie that read, “Out having girl’s night with Scarlett!” He grumbled and resigned himself to an early night. Walking out into the hall in his boxers he headed to the kitchen to grab himself a box of cereal, a spoon and a full bowl milk and made the journey back to his room. He flicked on his TV and tuned to No Reservations with Anthony Bourdain and munched away as Anthony trekked through Thailand, shopping at an outdoor market and eating at various food stalls. After he finished his cereal he folded down the bag and closed the flaps on the box. Chris drank the milk from the bowl and placed both on his night stand. He turned off his light and cocooned himself in his blankets. Closing his eyes he began to drift off to sleep.

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Dear readers,

This is chapter 3 of a four-chapter story. If you haven’t read chapters 1 and 2 already, I humbly suggest you might enjoy this installment more if you read those chapters first.

A great big THANK YOU to aussie_101 for his fantastic editing. Any errors you may find are purely my fault. 🙂

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Expanding Horizons – Chapter 3

This has definitely been one of the weirdest flights of her entire life. Keira is so nervous, excited, and agitated with tortuous anticipation. Despite trying to read, write, sleep, or even meditate, she couldn’t stop her mind from reeling. Then of course, drifting off into a daydream, remembering all the intimate details of that summer when they met, has only added arousal to the cacophony of emotions coursing through her.

She imagines what it will be like to behold Nico’s face again. Of course she’s seen pictures and seen him on webcam, but it’s so different in person. There are so many sensory perceptions that go with seeing someone in person; their body language, their smell, the sound of their breathing, their taste.

Oh! To kiss him, to taste him!

She can hardly wait to do all the things they’d written about and talked about and fantasized about. She can’t wait to get him alone. She feels tingly all over with the excitement and anticipation.

But once again, as it had over the past several days, doubt and fear seep into Keira’s thoughts. Now she worries he might reject her. She worries that when he finally sees her, he might not be happy with what he finds.

Can she bear it if she sees disappointment in his eyes when he sees her for the first time in fourteen years? It is a chance she has to take. She just hopes he will be as happy to finally be with her as she will with him.

Pushing her doubts aside, Keira’s mind drifts back again to the summer when they met, how he was the first boy to ever make her come, how she willingly gave her virginity to him, and how skilled he had been at nineteen! She can only imagine what he could do now. In fact, he had been so skilled that no man she’d been with since had quite measured up. During one of their hundreds of conversations over the past few weeks, she half-jokingly told him that he’d ruined her for any other man to come afterward.

She aches with need for him. Her nipples harden and liquid heat pools between her thighs at the images flickering through her mind.

When the captain announces they are about to land at Pearson, her heart rate instantly doubles. She feels a rush go through her like pins and needles, which leaves her feeling tingly all over. She can barely sit still. She feels like a kid on Christmas Eve. She tries to calm herself, to breathe deeply. Breathing deeply causes her hard nipples to press against her lace bra, reminding her bodily of why she is so excited. She sighs audibly, wishing she could touch herself right at that moment, and relieve some of her ache.

As soon as the plane lands, she turns on her cellphone and checks the status of his flight. He hasn’t landed yet, but his flight is on schedule to land in 39 minutes. This will give her the opportunity to comply with his request before he arrives. Her heart beats wildly and butterflies flutter in her stomach.

She sits in her seat and breathes steadily, trying to calm herself, rather than stand and jostle impatiently in the narrow aisle with all the other passengers. She’s never understood why people do that. It’s not like they’re getting off the plane any faster by jostling with each other and tapping their toes impatiently. She watches them with amusement to distract herself.

Eventually people start moving and she stands, realizing she is a little shaky. She allows other passengers to stream past, while she finds her balance and gathers her belongings. She begins to make her way cautiously to the front of the plane, and as soon as she gets into the terminal, she checks one of the monitors to see the status of his flight. Scheduled to land in 20 minutes! Her heart rate seems to double again, if that were possible. She focuses on her breathing in a feeble attempt to control her racing heart.

She walks over to the luggage carousel and notes that the bags have not started coming down yet. It might be some time. She knows that, being an experienced traveler and not staying for long, he will probably only have an overnight bag small enough for carry-on. However, she has to be here in Toronto for over a week, so she needs a larger wardrobe that would not fit in a smaller carry-on sized bag.

So, she heads to the bathroom to comply with his request. In the stall, she takes her panties off, as he had asked, and confirms that the crotch is soaked, as she had suspected. She puts them in an outside pocket of her purse. She can’t recall ever being so agitated with sexual tension in her entire life – except maybe that last day of camp when she was wet all day, waiting for the evening to come when she could be with him again. The delicious torture of anticipation tandoğan escort is killing her.

It occurs to her that every time she encounters Nico, she is doing something new, expanding her horizons. She lost her virginity to him. She did webcam sex for the first time with him. They have explored their dominant and submissive tendencies together. And now she has taken off her underwear and is going to walk out of this bathroom panti-less and walk around in public for him. She wonders with trepidation and exhilaration what other new experiences are yet to come with Nico.

She is so excited, the urge to touch herself is becoming unbearable. Before she lets her skirt fall back down, she allows her finger to graze lightly over her labia. She gasps as tingly, ticklish pleasure rushes through her body as her finger slides across them. She finds them swollen already, and so wet that the smooth outer lips are coated with slickness. She can’t help but dip her finger inside. Her lips part easily and her finger slips between them making a very faint squelching sound. She has to stifle a gasp. She slides her finger up through her folds to graze over her clit, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. It feels like her clit is on fire. She rubs it back and forth, once, twice, three times, feeling the intense jolts of heat and pleasure coursing through her body.

Her need for release is becoming overwhelming. But somehow she manages to pull herself back. She wants her orgasm to be from him, not self-induced in an airport bathroom stall. She’s had enough self-induced orgasms lately. She wants it to be his fingers, his tongue, his cock bringing her to the brink this time. So she resigns herself to the idea that she has to control herself, and with great reluctance, she lets her skirt fall back down. It settles smoothly down to its full length, just below her knees, obscuring the tops of her boots.

She leaves the bathroom stall, washes her hands, and examines herself in the mirror. She’s wearing black high heel boots, a long black skirt, and a low cut sheer black blouse, displaying her large breasts and showing lots of cleavage. She takes a moment to touch up her makeup and lipstick, and brushes her long dark hair, now artfully streaked with auburn. She hopes he likes the colour. She’s lightened it to auburn in the past few years.

As she turns to leave the bathroom, she is very aware of her hard nipples; very aware of the lack of panties; very aware of the scent of her arousal.

‘Oh dear,’ she thinks as colour rises to her cheeks. ‘If I can smell myself, maybe other people can too.’

She turns back into the bathroom, pulls out her tiny travel-sized perfume bottle, squirts a little, and walks through the cloud as she exits the room.

It feels so naughty walking around the airport in this incredibly heightened state of arousal, wearing no panties. She’s sure her hips are swaying a little more than usual. She can feel her skirt swish around her legs and bare ass. She can feel gusts of air caress her slick, hot exposed pussy lips with every step. She can feel her blood pounding in different parts of her body, not least of which the exposed area which is causing her so much turmoil at the moment. She doesn’t know if she can pull this off. She is so intensely aroused, she thinks she might burst, or run back in the bathroom and get herself off in a matter of seconds.

As she walks to the baggage carousel, she tries to breathe deeply and regain control of herself. An attractive man walks by her and makes a point of looking at her for an extended moment. His gaze slides over her appreciatively. She notices his eyes go to her chest for a moment and back to her face. When they make eye contact, she has a knowing look in her eye. He smiles sheepishly and looks away guiltily as he hurries past.

Emboldened, she decides she is confident in her sexuality, not overwhelmed by it. She walks purposefully back toward the baggage area, head held high, shoulders back, proudly displaying her chest, her hips swaying.

Keira notices her suitcase coming down the chute and waits till it comes around the conveyor to where she is standing. She retrieves it deftly and opens the handle, pulling the wheeled suitcase behind her. She walks up to one of the monitors again. Her breath hitches and her heart stops beating.

“ARRIVED”. It says next to his flight number.

‘Keep it together’, she tells herself. She breathes deeply, standing in front of the monitor. She pulls out her cellphone and texts him.

“Hi. I’m in the airport. Did you just land?”

She hits send.

And waits.

And waits. Staring at her phone. Waiting.

In order to not seem like a complete dork, she puts the phone in her purse and starts walking toward Canada Customs, as she has taken an international flight into Toronto from JFK. Her heart is beating so fast, she has to concentrate on her breathing in order to not hyperventilate. She walks deliberately, at a tunalı escort moderate pace, not rushing. She doesn’t want to pass out before she gets there. Now that would be a sexy greeting!

As she approaches the Canada Customs area, she’s pleased to see that there is a very short lineup. She enters the lineup for Canadian citizens returning to Canada and knows there will be the usual discussion with the Customs agent to explain that she is a citizen but lives and works in New York. Just as she enters the livestock-like lineup and starts to make her way through the corridors created by hanging ropes, she hears a ding from her cellphone. She gasps, stops mid-stride, and fishes it out of her purse.

He has responded.

“Yes. Only just. Still in the plane. Can’t wait to see you. ;-)” She reads it several times, smiling a big goofy grin.

An audible “tsk” noise from the person behind her indicates she is annoying someone by holding up the lineup.

“Oh sorry,” she mumbles and walks forward to the end of the short lineup, staring at her phone the whole time. It occurs to her that if she were holding up the lineup at JFK, she’d get more than just a “tsk” from the other patrons.

She types a quick response: “I can’t wait to see you too. :-D”, and hits send. Then she types, “I’m in line at Customs” and hits send again.

Within a few seconds, his response: “Long lineup?”

“No. Shouldn’t be too long.” She responds.

“Good. See you soon.”

Fortunately, Keira makes it through Customs in record time, exits the restricted area, and heads towards the area where domestic flights are arriving. She arrives at his gate just as the first passengers are starting to trickle out.

Her stomach is in knots. Her pulse is racing. Her palms are sweaty.

‘Holy fuck. My palms are sweaty? When the hell was the last time that happened? When I liked a boy in 8th grade?’ she thinks.

She shakes her head and wipes her hands on her hips, breathing deeply, trying to calm herself. The act of breathing deeply causes her to become intensely aware of her nipples again. ‘Damn.’

Weary travelers exit the plane in a continuous stream. It has been a long flight for him from Vancouver to Toronto. Her flight had only been just over an hour from New York. Again she’s so excited that he has come all this way just to see her.

Finally, she thinks she sees the top of his head, behind some others, down the little hallway that connects the plane to the gate. There’s that black curly hair bobbing down the corridor. She wants to make the other people get out of the way, but she knows she must be patient. She concentrates on her breathing again, and tries to paint a placid look on her face. Between the people she gets a brief glimpse of his face. It’s definitely Nico. Legions of butterflies take off in her stomach.

‘So much for placid,’ she chuckles to herself.

She can’t help grinning widely. Her pulse thrums loudly in her ear. He hasn’t noticed her yet, but then he has not quite come out of the gate yet.

Once he emerges through the gate she finally gets a good look. Her breath hitches as she gazes at him. He looks so delicious, she doesn’t know what to look at first. Her eyes quickly scan his face and then travel hungrily over his body. Although casual, his clothes look expensive and classy.

‘How is it possible after a 4 ½ hour flight he looks so fresh and crisp?’

She pauses for a moment looking at his crotch, knowing what she wants to do there. She pulls her eyes back up his strong chest to his face.

‘Oh god, he’s still so beautiful,’ she thinks.

There’s that sexy little half grin she remembers. It hasn’t changed a bit. That cute moustache is a new addition. He didn’t have a mustache when they met that summer. She can’t wait to find out what it feels like feel tickling her lips…and other places. Those deep dark bedroom eyes with the mischievous glint.

He pauses for a moment as his dark eyes scan the people standing around the gate. His brow furrows as he continues to scan the crowd.

He sees her. Their eyes meet. Recognition. His eyes go wide. A broad smile alights his face. Then she sees that hunger in his eyes that she remembers so well.

‘Thank God for that look in his eyes!’

A shiver goes though her. She honestly believes her heart has stopped beating. She has to consciously tell herself to breathe.

Keira can’t control the big foolish gin on her face, or the lust twinkling in her eyes. She sees delight leap into his eyes and a huge smile spreads across his face as he walks toward her. She stands still, where she is, afraid that if she moves, she will fall flat on her face. She watches his eyes sweep over her from head to toe and back again, and his smile broadens as he walks toward her. He closes the distance quickly and so smoothly.

Suddenly, she doesn’t know what to say. She has thought of a hundred witty and sexy things to say at this moment, but they türbanlı escort all escape her now, so she just smiles at him.

He walks right up to her, drops his bag and wraps his arms around her, pulling her in close to his body for a tight embrace. A frisson of excitement courses through her entire body as she finally feels his strong arms around her again. She wraps her arms around him, returning the embrace, pulling him closer. Inhaling deeply, she breathes him in.

‘Mmmm. He smells so delicious,’ she notices.

He’s wearing a new cologne, but the unmistakable smell of him shines through. His arms tighten around her, and she feels his body press against hers. She feels his hardness against her stomach. She gasps as liquid heat rushes instantly between her thighs.

She feels his breath in her hair. His head tilts down, his mouth close to her ear. “My god, you are so beautiful,” he whispers.

“So are you,” she whispers in reply, tilting her head up so her mouth is beside his ear as well, her breath brushing gently over his earlobe. She fights the urge to kiss his neck here in the middle of the airport, surrounded by throngs of people. She clings to his shoulders tightly.

Her pulse thrums in her ears and her chest and her groin. He holds her tight and slowly presses his pelvis against her again and she lets out a little sigh. In response, he growls lowly in her ear, causing her to shiver and goose bumps to erupt all over her skin.

After a moment, he holds her back at arm’s length and looks her over smiling. She’s grinning back at him like a foolish schoolgirl. She watches his face intently and notices his gaze keeps darting all over from her eyes to her mouth to her cleavage to her hard nipples, which are visible through the sheer shimmery fabric of her blouse. She has chosen to wear her thinnest microlace bra and this particular low-cut wrap blouse for precisely this moment.

Delight and lust, excitement and anticipation dance in the space between them like an electrical current. She licks her lips and watches as his eyes follow her tongue. His gaze moves back to hers and there’s a deep hunger in his eyes which reflects her own.

Somehow she had convinced herself that she would maintain control until she could get him alone, but that embrace has her pulse racing and wetness pooling between her thighs.

She feels compelled to kiss him. Right now. Right here in the busy airport. For fourteen years she has remembered his kiss, and for the past seven weeks she’s been dying to feel it again. She’s imagined it a thousand times. She’s wanted so desperately to kiss his beautiful lips, to taste the depth of his mouth, she can’t resist now that he is standing in front of her, looking at her that way, making her feel a longing like she hasn’t felt in years.

She steps into his arms and moves closer to him again. His arms close around her tightly, as one hand clings to his shoulder while her other hand comes up to caress his cheek. He raises his hand and gently brushes a stray lock of hair back from her face. That familiar intimate gesture of his sends a shiver through her. He notices. It always made her melt when he did it.

She tilts her face up to his with a look of longing in her eyes. He dips his head down and his hand slides up her back to tangle in the hair at the nape of her neck, and he presses his lips against hers. The excitement that courses through her entire body as their lips finally meet is like a shockwave. She whimpers and he growls deep in his throat as he deepens the kiss. His tongue explores her mouth. Hers responds in kind. His kiss is like drug, making her high.

The airport melts away. The world melts away. For a moment there is only Keira and Nico and the incredible passion being transmitted between their mouths, between their bodies as they kiss for the first time in fourteen years. The passion of the kiss is overwhelming, as they pour weeks and years of longing into that first contact.

They explore each other’s mouths fervently, sliding over each other’s’ lips, their tongues in a sensuous dance. They’re nearly ravenous with the intensity of the kiss. They press their bodies against each other, obscenely, oblivious to the looks being cast their way from other travelers in the airport. Nico grinds his hardness against her and she grinds right back into it. They both moan audibly, attracting more stares from people in the airport.

After many long minutes, panting, she reluctantly pulls away from his magnetic force. She notices he’s panting too and smiles to herself, glad in the knowledge that she has the same effect on him that he has on her. They stare at each other for a few minutes, smiling, catching their breath.

“Shall we?” Keira says, as she turns to start walking.

“Oh yes, we shall,” Nico says with a mischievous glint. Keira giggles and blushes slightly, but she returns his gaze with a look equally as wanton.

She turns to her bag, extending the handle to pull the wheeled suitcase. He picks up his bag and falls into lockstep with her as they walk away from the gate. He reaches out and takes her hand. Her heart flutters in her chest at the contact and the tender yet possessive gesture. They walk hand-in-hand through the airport and it just feels so natural, so right.

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Brenda could feel the warm summer sun on her as she walked through the meadow towards the top of the hill. Her long dark skirt flowing in the lightly blowing wind as her hair danced with the invisible force. She carried a basket of tasty sandwiches, fruit and a cold bottle of wine.

In the distance she could see him already waiting under the tree with a bag next to him. He had spread a blanket on the ground sitting upright holding his knees. Jack was wearing his usual tee shirt and shorts, to his side a duffle bag. His smile invited her to come quickly. The sun in the azure sky sparkled in his eyes.

Brenda had always admired Jack’s fine physique. He was quite tall with an athletically fit build. His short dark hair was always well kept and complemented his tanned skin. Her excitement was building in her as she approached the picnic site not knowing what he had ultimately planned for their rendezvous.

As she neared the blanket, she saw that there was a rubber mallet lying near his bag. She wondered why he had brought that, but then realized that there were stakes driven into the ground at the corners of the blanket. ‘Gosh, he thought of everything’ she thought to herself.

“Hi Jack.” She said in a giddy little schoolgirl voice while offering a feeble little wave.

“Hi Barb, you finally made it huh?” he responded.

“Yeah, I forgot how far of a walk it was to get here from the road. It’s been a long time since we were last here. How many years has it been now?” she asked through her labored breathing.

“Well, we graduated 10 years ago, so I’d say that makes about 10 years too long.” He said coolly with his perfect smile shining at her in the way that she remembered when they had attended high school together. She remembered that his glorious smile would make her melt inside and her knees get weak. She flashed him a big smile accompanied by a wink as she sat down setting her basket between them.

“Ten years too long? She questioned.

“Well, if you would have agreed to go out with me, all this time apart never would have occurred.” Jack stated in a sarcastic sounding voice as he leaned closer to her.

“You know, Jack, if I didn’t have to study so much then and if my parents would have let me have more freedom, then maybe…..just maybe…..I would have spent some time with you.” Brenda said as she whisked away the windblown hair in her face.

“I do remember when our class came up here to check out this old tree and tested the soil. You were clowning around in the tree and an apple spontaneously fell down and hit you right in the head!” She giggled at the picture that she imagined her mind.

“But Barbara, you do realize,” Jack quickly started, ” I did it all for you. Just to see you smile.”

Boy he is smooth she thought as she looked over his muscles gleaming in the rays of the sun. Her thoughts began roving in her head about what could be in store. She was comfortable with the thought of agreeing to meet him here. Brenda had longed to be with Jack since they were in high school.

Jack reached in the basket and took out the bottle of wine that had already been chilled. He popped the top and poured them each a glass. He held his glass up high to say a toast. “To High School reunions and the new beginnings formed from them!”

Brenda smiled and held her glass up to his lightly clinking them together. “Here, here” she said in agreement. She removed the sandwiches and offered one to Jack. He took it and ate it quickly. Just looking at Brenda was getting him excited for dessert. She looked delicious to him. He wanted to lay her down and have her for lunch. As she was finishing her tasty morsel, he was offering her a refill on wine.

“Why thank you Jack. If I didn’t know better, I would say that you were trying to get me to relax.” She said with a hint of excitement in her voice.

“Now Brenda, beşevler escort you must know how deeply attracted I am to you. I have longed to be alone with you and have my way with you.” Jack professed.

“Have your way with me?” she asked with a welcoming smile.

“Well, you have made me wait for so many years before agreeing to see me. That’s a long time built up. I can’t help but notice how beautiful you are and my body can’t help but react to it.” Jack spoke with anticipation feeling his cock beginning to twitch. He was just waiting for the right moment to make his move.

“Jack, I must admit that I find you exceptionally handsome. I have even had some very wild fantasies about you.” Brenda confessed.

“Really?” Jack questioned wanting to know more.

“Yeah, I have always wondered what it would be like to have sex with you. To have you just take control and have your way with me and ravish my body.” She continued to the surprise of Jack’s attentive ears while finishing her glass of wine.

“Oh Brenda, you have no idea how badly I want you. I want you now.” Jack stated as he reached over and kissed her firmly on the lips. She responded with the moving of her tongue to meet his mouth. She lay back on the blanket and he hovered over her kissing her passionately. Brenda wrapped her arms around his back tightly. She wanted to get him as close to her as she could. She felt his hardening cock press against her thigh through his shorts.

“Hey Brenda do you trust me?” Jack asked her breaking away from her moist lips.

“Yes, of course I do Jack. Why?” She responded to him.

“Close your eyes.” He directed her. He moved and rummaged through his duffle bag. She then felt a soft cloth cover her eyes. He then gently lifted her head and tied it behind her head.

“What’s this for?” she asked.

“You will see. I have a few things planned for us today. Just trust me. I will not hurt you.” Jack reassured her. “I only want to bring you pleasure like you have never experienced before.”

He then took her hand and pulled it. She could feel rope being wrapped around her wrist. She felt him tugging and tying the other end. She wasn’t sure what he was harnessing it too, but then she remembered the stakes in the corners of the blanket. He fastened her other wrist as well.

Jack finally had Brenda right where he wanted her. He slowly unbuttoned her blouse exposing her flesh. He was delighted to find that she was not wearing a bra. He opened her top wide for his viewing pleasure. Jack stared at her small white breast. The dark areolas stood at attention as if to salute him. His fingers lightly grazed over her nipples. Unable to resist the temptation of them, Jack bent over and began to suckle on them one at a time.

Jack reached for the bottle of wine that was nearly empty and poured the remnants over her chest. Brenda began to move slightly in the increasing pleasure. Without hesitation Jack began to lick the tasty drink from her sexy body. Brenda began to sigh lightly as she enjoyed his expertise. His tongue licked all over her chest and down her sides towards the blanket. Sucking and consuming every last drop, he could feel the hardness in his shorts begin to pulse. When he approached the top of her skirt, he stopped. His hands reached around the elasticized material and pulled it down. Brenda lifted her ass to assist him in the removal of her skirt.

Brenda was tied to the ground outside totally exposed but yet feelings of excitement reeled inside her. Oh how she wanted to feel his cock penetrate her and bring her to orgasm. She was imagining Jack with his handsome face over looking hers longing to kiss him.

She felt his lips kissing her belly making their way down. He found her clit and flicked it with his tongue forcing a moan to escape Brenda’s mouth. He büyükesat escort closed his mouth around her clit and sucked it with gentleness. Jack took his finger and brought it to her wanting cunt and plunged it deep into her.

“Oh Jack, that feels so good. If I only had known what a connoisseur you are, I would have let you do this to me years ago. Ooohhh.” She spoke to him as he was gratifying her. Hearing her words of satisfaction made him want her more. He dove his tongue deeply in her opening keeping his finger moving rhythmically. Moving his wet finger out and down towards the rim of her asshole. He gently massaged her anal opening before inserting his pointer finger inside the nice tight hole.

Brenda was beginning to feel tingles within her that she had never felt before. She longed to free her hands and grab his head and push his face tightly against her hot cunt. Her body began to get tense. The animal reflexes that she was experiencing amazed her. She was normally such a passive lover, allowing her man to fuck her without much experimentation. Now that she was tied and helpless to respond, she felt such power building up inside wanting to escape in ways that surprised even her.

“Do you like how this feels?” Jack asked yearning to hear how much she was enjoying his manipulations.

“Oh yes Jack. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. It feels so good. I want you to bury your face deep within me and taste me cum.” Brenda responded in between her deepening breaths startling herself at the words that came out.

That was all that Jack needed to hear. Knowing he was pleasing her turned him on so much. He licked and sucked at her clit, tonguing deeply inside her sweet tasting cunt. Jack grabbed the wine bottle and inserted it into her cunt. He began to push it in and out. She could feel the trapped air push and pull inside her. Brenda’s moans indicated to Jack that she would soon cum. Jack was relentless; he didn’t slow down for a second. He desired to taste her sex juices and persisted at a frantic pace.

Brenda’s body began to squirm and tense. Her moans could be easily heard through her gasping breaths. Jack pulled out the bottle and smothered his face between her legs where they tightened their grip around his head as a long shudder shot through her body.

Jack began to slow down his work. He gently lapped up the juices from around her sopping cum-filled cunt. Tenderly he grazed over her very sensitive clit and made his way up her belly to her breasts again. Her dark nipples stood erect eager to welcome his warm mouth around them.

“Oooh, Jack that was incredible.” Brenda said in an exhausted dream like voice.

“Well, my dear, there is more to come.” Jack responded with the tone of great excitement in his voice.

Brenda laid there wondering what was next on Jack’s agenda. The expectancy began to build as he uttered his last words. Until now Brenda’s sexual experience had been quite limited having only few experiences. The sensations that she was feeling now were all original and greatly intense. She wished that this would never end.

Jack brought his lips to Brenda’s mouth and so they could lock tongues in an intimate dance. She could taste the remnants of herself lingering there. At first she wanted to pull away, but quickly realized that the taste of her sweetness was very stimulating.

Jack sat next to the side of Brenda now and pulled his shirt off. He desperately wanted to get his aching cock inside her and removed his shorts in very short order. His erect member was hot and ready for action. He straddled over Brenda’s bare chest and coached the tip of his cock to her full succulent lips.

Performing oral sex on a man wasn’t the most appealing thought to Brenda, but now that she had a taste of what could be, she was eager and ready. At the çankaya escort first touch of his soft tip grazing against her lips, she immediately responded with licking her lips in search for a connection with it. He held it close for her so that she could kiss and lick it.

“Oh yes, baby, I like that. That feels good” Jack said quietly as he was under the influence of desire. He moved his body up and leaned over her face in a push up position giving him a great angle to fuck her mouth. He lifted his upper body onto his arms and began to slowly bring his huge cock down into her mouth.

Brenda wrapped her lips tightly around his hard member as he started to pull up ever so gently. He penetrated her mouth up and down causing a tremble to surge through his body.

Jack moved away as Brenda expressed her disapproval with a sigh. She was unable to move to reach out to him. He lowered his pelvis over her sensuous body and braced himself for his ultimate breach. Brenda’s body was squirming in anticipation. He grabbed her leg and brought it up straight and let it lean on his shoulder. He was able to bring his wet cock to her cunt and shove the head in.

“Jack, push it in. Push it all the way in. I need to feel you, to feel all of you in me!” Brenda begged Jack to consummate this meeting, still surprising herself with the unexpected words flowing from within her.

Jack inserted his cock in her prepared cunt. He was surprised at how tight it was. He needed to push so slowly yet, forcefully to get his huge member inside all the way. Brenda moaned audibly. “Oh Brenda, you feel so good. You are so tight. You are so beautiful.” Jack spoke reassuring her as his cock stretched her.

Keeping her leg up over his shoulder, Jack bent forward more and kissed Brenda. His hand removed the blindfold from around her head. He wanted to look into her eyes. Her dark brown eyes connected with his for a long intimate stare as Jack rhythmically rocked in and out of her luscious cunt. No words were spoken. Jack moved his mouth to her neck and kissed and licked it, continuing down towards her breasts. Taking one then the other sucking on each as he kept thrusting his cock deep within her.

“Oh Jack. You are so good. Please don’t stop. I’m going to cum soon.” Brenda said in between deep breaths. Hearing this only made Jack want her more. He took her other leg and lifted it up with the other one and knelt towards her, giving him a great deep penetrating angle. He held her legs and began to fuck her with more force. He pressed in as far as he could go and pulled out increasing his speed. He began to plunge harder into her.

Brenda’s cunt began to tense and squeeze around his cock. He looked at her and saw her closing her eyes and releasing control. Her body was writhing from the pleasure she was experiencing. Jack took his finger and rimmed her ass. The juice from her cunt was dripping down and made for easy infiltration of his finger. She moaned loudly as his finger took her virgin hole. So succumbed to the incredible feelings, she did not protest against this violation.

Her body began to shake and tense. Jack continued to fuck her harder, his balls slapping her with each thrust. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer. His cum was building up fast and was ready to explode.

“Brenda you are so hot. I am going to cum too. Cum with me baby.” Jack said feeling a tremble going through his body.

“Jack I want you to cum all over my body. I want to feel you on me. Cum on me and claim me as yours.” Brenda begged knowing he was on edge.

Jack looked at Brenda and kissed her passionately. Their tongues entwined. He lifted his body up. Slowly and forcefully he thrust into her deeply a few more times and pulled his cock out allowing his cum to spurt all over her. He eased her legs gently down then crawled up to her wrists to release her.

He cuddled up next to her and she wrapped her arms around him. “Jack, you were wonderful. That was the most incredible experience I have ever had.” Brenda gently spoke as her hand caressed the sides of his face. Their lips met for a tender kiss. Her other hand smeared his cum all over her belly and breasts. The sun sparkled over them as they lay there enjoying the moment.

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I woke on Sunday morning with a hangover and pleasant memories of my tryst with Wendy, the previous night. I recalled enjoying her pliant body, as we lay in the bed where I now languished. I laughed out loud as I recalled fucking her earlier, when the sprinklers came on at the cricket ground. However, as often happens with the alcohol in the system, a feeling of melancholy soon descended to spoil my morning.

Wendy had basically used me to get even with her fiancé Jack. It had been a great night, but at the end she had been clear that we would not be repeating it. I was sad about that, because she was an attractive woman. I genuinely liked her company and loved her body. My mood was not improved when my thoughts drifted to what I’d been told about Felicity last evening.

It turns out I was not her first affair with a boarder. Far from it. I’d been told she’d bedded every boarder who had stayed with her and Mike. That I’d got this information from more than one source made it appear to be accurate.

What made the news of Felicity even harder to accept, was that she’d only just told me that she’d fallen in love with me.

“Has she told every boarder that she loves him?” I wondered to myself. “I need to ask her that.”

The problem was Felicity wasn’t answering my calls or texts, while she cared for her sick mother. At least her and Mike being away from the house left me alone. I was thankful for that at that moment. Then my thoughts drifted to Terri, the younger girl who I’d fallen for quite heavily and who appeared to reciprocate my feelings. She wasn’t answering my texts either and had not done so since her grand entrance to the clubrooms, five days earlier.

“It’s time for me to talk to Australia,” I thought.

I got up and noted the time. It’d be 1.30am back in Aus, so I put off calling my girlfriend Emma until later in the evening.

As the day progressed and I went about mundane chores such as washing. I began to wish I had some company.

“I might be angry at Felicity, for not being fully honest with me, but I miss her,” I thought wistfully.

By the time evening came around I was desperate to call Emma. I was seriously beginning to consider returning home to Australia in the coming week. The whole England thing had become too difficult. Apart from the sex that is. The sex was real fun, but the relationships were weighing heavily on me.

My efforts to skype Emma came to nothing, as had been the case all of the previous week. I began to get frustrated. I went to cook dinner and upon returning to the computer was surprised to see an Email from Emma. It was extensive and as I began to read it my heart sank. Running off back to Aus was now much less of an option.

Basically Emma told me she had started seeing someone else. She was careful to note that this was what I’d encouraged her to do, when I left over two months earlier. As I read on she went into some detail about the fellow, who was someone I didn’t know from her travel agent job. He had a steady job, was reliable, brought her flowers, and spent time with her. All the things I wasn’t so good at. She finished by saying she hoped I’d be happy for her.

“Fuck!” I shouted out loud at the computer. “Fuck you Emma.”

I felt let down in my time of most need. Sure I hadn’t been a great boyfriend and in the months prior to my departure we’d well and truly drifted apart. I’d even been sleeping with her friend at one stage. However, in the days before I left we seemed to get it back on, big time. After I came to England we had Skyped regularly and had professed our love for each other. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and I’d begun to miss her. It never seemed in doubt that I would return to her and we’d be back on. Now she had a new man.

“So now I’m estranged from all the women I have affections for,” I thought, wallowing in self-pity.

I immediately changed into running gear and went out for a jog. I went over and over everything that had occurred, trying to make sense of it all. At one and a half hours I had run further than I’d ever run and knew I was past half marathon distance. I turned around and headed for home. Half way home I hit the wall and had to walk. By then I had some things clear in my mind.

“Hard to blame Emma for the new boyfriend,” I thought. “He couldn’t be less reliable than me. She deserves a new start.”

Having put Emma aside I tried to work out the English women. Wendy I would’ve liked to have carried on an affair with, but she’d made it clear this would not be occurring. Like Emma I decided I could handle this. However, it wasn’t so easy with the unanswered questions around Terri and Felicity. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t completely work them out.

I arrived home exhausted, but at least this let me sleep. The next day I kept to myself, worked in the evening and looked forward to cricket practice.

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The whole team except Mike made practice that Tuesday evening. We chatted a bit about Mike being up balgat escort north, supporting Felicity, while she cared for her mother. He had phoned Jack to say he’d miss our Wednesday evening game, but would be down for the match on Saturday.

I said nothing to Francis because I didn’t want to even think about Terri. Jack was OK toward me, better than I thought he’d be, given he must strongly suspect I’d spent Saturday night with his fiancé’.

After practice I went down to the pub with Andy and Rob and Finn. Finn was supposed to be away travelling. I knew this from Ness, who had told me when intimating that we were going to get together again.

“Got delayed a couple of days Andy,” he said, after Andy enquired. “I’m off tomorrow.”

I was happy that Andy had asked, as it took a bit of focus off me. The other thing Ness had told me was that Finn was suspicious her and me were getting it on together. She’d further said she was doing nothing to quell his suspicions.

We sat down in a booth, with Andy taking a chair facing us, which was normal when there was only a few of us. We relaxed as we made the usual small talk about cricket and other sports. The banter was enjoyable and I found my spirits lifting somewhat. This was what I liked about being around the boys from the cricket club. Then Ness arrived.

“Hi boys who’s buying me a drink?” she said cheekily, pushing in beside Finn so that Rob and I had to move around.

I was most certainly not going to jump up and obviously neither was Finn.

“What would you like Ness,” Rob asked.

“Typical!” I thought, but thankful that again it was someone else and not me.

Ness was considered ‘One of the boys’, and as such didn’t inhibit the conversation in any way. Rob returned with his round of drinks and we continued to chat away. At one stage Ness moved away and made a phone call, but soon returned. The banter continued, neither Finn nor Ness was having a go at me and I was as happy as I’d been in a couple of days. Then Finn’s phone rang.

He pushed past Ness to take the call, then quickly returned saying his Boss had just rung. He had to go into work to check some stock he’d be taking on the road tomorrow.

“That’s no good babe,” Ness said giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Get back soon as you can.”

“He probably shouldn’t be driving,” Rob said, after Finn had left.

“He’ll be alright,” Ness said dismissively. “He can hold his beer. He’ll call into work for an hour, the Boss will drop him off back here and I can take him home.”

It did briefly occur to me how she might know all that, but that instantly disappeared from my mind and we returned to our prolonged discussion about the merits of the latest Quentin Tarantino film.

Within minutes of Finn leaving I felt Ness lightly press her thigh to mine. I didn’t react and quite enjoyed this little bit of teasing on her part. I was still in my training shorts and I could feel the coolness of her thigh on mine. As usual my cock began to stir. I looked at her, but she did not return the look, merely continuing to talk. The pressure grew a little firmer.

Her next move took me aback. She moved her hand and placed in on mine where it lay on the table, next to my beer. In clear view of both Andy and Rob she then moved our hands below the table. Had it been a glass top table the boys would have seen her rest my hand on her bare thigh, with her hand keeping mine pinned.

Despite no glass top, there could be little doubt among those present that Ness had placed my hand near an intimate part of her anatomy. Rob glanced down to where our arms disappeared beneath the table and smiled nervously. I was embarrassed by her boldness, partially because I had previously reprimanded these same two young men for getting too familiar with the Captain’s fiancé. Now here I was with a team mate’s girlfriend, clearly touching her under the table.

Ness continued to talk as though nothing was amiss. She seemed to completely separate what she was talking about and what was occurring beneath the table. She began to draw our hands along her inner thigh, pushing her black skirt higher as we went. I looked at her again, but she made no effort to look at me, concentrating her attentions on Andy, as they discussed the high-point in Reservoir Dogs.

The higher she drew my hand, the harder my cock grew. She allowed it to linger high on the softness of her inner thigh for some time, clearly in no hurry. I knew we were close to her honey pot because I could feel the warmth. She moved my hand back and forth. When she did this you could see her upper arm moving slightly. The other two must have seen this and I felt like I was part of a peep show.

Eventually Ness tired of this. With a deep breath she bumped my hand hard into her vulva, glancing quickly at me and smiling. I knew she shaved herself, from our previous liaison in her car. She began to gently bump my hand into soft naked lips. While she did this she bahçelievler escort continued to talk, but was now largely carrying the conversation. I glanced down to her tight white T-shirt and noted her nipples, clearly visible and erect.

After a time she clearly needed more than soft bumping. Without warning she pushed my hand in hard, holding it there. With my hand firmly wedged against her softness, Ness began to gently rock her pelvis up and down, working the side of my hand between her plump lips. She did it ever so lightly and certainly not so anyone looking would notice. Within seconds of her starting this I felt moisture.

“What do you think Aus? You’re not saying much,” she asked pushing my hand in harder.

My hand began to slide easily along her wetness.

“I don’t reckon he’ll ever manage a movie as good as Pulp Fiction,” I managed to mumble.

Ness gave me a dreamy smile and increased her own pelvic movements. No one now spoke. Andy looked away toward the bar, seemingly annoyed. Rob seemed transfixed on the point where our arm’s disappeared under the table. After a gap of over a minute, Ness made to carry on from my answer.

“Oh really,” she said, looking me dead in the eye and drawing out the word.

At the same time she clamped her thighs together around my hand. Her eyes went a little wider and she sucked in a breath, and then began to release it slowly. She got a glazed look and became a little flushed.

I couldn’t continue to speak. I was lost for words.

“Did she just orgasm?” I thought, the glazed expression confirming she very likely had.

Andy clearly thought so. He abruptly got up from the table.

“Anyone want another beer,” he said, clearly unimpressed by what he was witnessing.

Rob, by contrast, had now moved his own hand under the table, as he glanced from Ness to me and back.

Leaving my hand trapped between her thighs, Ness brought her hands up and put them under her chin in that cute, innocent manner.

“You OK Rob?” she taunted him, knowing full well he was not.

“Yeah, yeah; no; fine,” Rob mumbled, bringing his own hands back into full view.

“That’s good. I wouldn’t like to see you getting all worked up, like Andy. He’s such a prude,” Ness continued. “Anyway I need to go for a piss now. Can you let me out Aus?”

She opened her thighs, releasing my hand from the humid environment it had been trapped in. I quickly shifted sideways to allow her to move past.

She turned to me and away from Rob as she rose to her feet.

“Come out in two minutes,” she whispered.

I sat back down. Rob looked very excited.

“Christ she’s some woman isn’t she Aus? What did you get to touch under the table there?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit. You at least copped a feel and I reckon she just about came right in front on us. You reckon she came Aus?”

At that moment Andy returned with our drinks.

“Where’s that slut gone?” he said with undisguised venom.

“Steady on mate,” I admonished him.

“Well…, anyway,” he said, leaving it hanging, clearly aware he might have overstepped the mark.

I couldn’t have cared less what he was thinking or saying at that moment. My cock was aching.

“I better go look for her, she’s had a bit to drink,” I said lamely.

Ness had drunk no more than one drink. Even if she’d had more, she could have drunk any of us under the table and both the others knew that. It was a weak excuse, but I was desperate to go after her. I didn’t wait for their reply. I walked to the door that led to the toilets and outside.

As I pushed through the first door Ness was standing there. She hadn’t even entered the toilet.

“What took you so long?” she said turning and heading through the second door onto the pathway outside. This was the same pathway where I’d found Wendy with the two boys we’d just left inside. The hypocrisy of my actions was not lost on me, but right at that moment I didn’t care. Ness led me in the opposite direction to the car park.

“Jesus Ness, you couldn’t have been more obvious in there, could you?”

“What do you care, It made you hard didn’t it?” she said turning to push a hand onto the front of my shorts.

She easily located my hard cock and laughed.

“Oh yes it did indeed. Now do you want to stop your moaning or what?”

“What if Finn comes back while we’re out here?”

“Not likely, I told his Boss to hold him there the full hour.”

“You asked his Boss to call him in?” I said in disbelief.

“Yeah, he owes me a couple of favours. We can count on him.”

“Fuck’n hell; you’re too much. Do you lead every man around by the cock?”

“What do you care,” she replied, turning her back to the wall and pulling me into her, kissing me hard, before biting my bottom lip.

“Ow, shit!” I exclaimed.

“Well get on with it then, you pussy.”

I was sick of her game playing.

“If batıkent escort she’s using me, then so be it,” I thought, roughly pulling her tight black skirt up to rest on her hips. I pulled off my cricket shirt and then moved my hands to her white T-shirt.

“Easy boy, I can do that for you,” she said, lifting both shirt and bra, allowing her firm breasts to bounce free.

The light was poor, but I could make them out. I touched one lightly, feeling its tautness. I moved my hand under and lifted it. She had pushed her hands into my hair, and I felt her grip tighten on my scalp when I found the hard nipple and sucked upon it.

“Oh you’re so rough on a girl. Go on you big tough Aussie boy, rough me up a bit,” she laughed taunting me, while forcing my head into her breast.

Ness continued to talk in this manner, while I feasted upon both sweet, soft tits. I felt her free hand move to my shorts, pushing them down around my thighs. She drew her fingers slowly up from my balls to the top of my knob, before grasping the shaft. I was hard and she began to stroke the length of me.

“Ohhh, you’re a bit soft Aus, can’t it get any harder.”

“Right!” I said, having had enough of her making fun of me.

I came off her breasts, and brought my hands directly to her buttocks.

“Oh my goodness,” she gasped in a theatrical manner, as I hoisted her in the air and pushed her back into the wall

She placed both arms around my neck and her thighs hard into my flanks, securing herself in position. I moved a hand to grab my cock and stroked it along her very wet slit.

“Mmmmm, that’s a bit more like it. The tiger has awoken. Stoke me tiger; stoke me,” she laughed at me.

The last time we had played this game I had tried to tease her and come off second best. I wasn’t about to make that mistake again, nor could I wait. I brought my cock directly to her hole and pushed up inside of her. I heard her release her breath as I did. At least I’d made her shut up for a few seconds.

Ness wiggled her hips and butt to move me deeper inside. She was warm and snug around my cock and I revelled in the sensations this brought. She moved herself onto me, working me in, ever deeper. In time she bottomed out, fully impaled. We both rested for a few brief seconds, before she spoke.

“Now fuck me hard,” was all she demanded and I didn’t hesitate.

As I began to move inside of her, with short sharp jerks, she moved her butt to meet every thrust. I felt her breasts hard against my chest. I had her upper body back against the wall, but left her bottom partially free so she could move. And move she did. Soon moisture formed on our chests and we slipped easily against each other, just as our sex organs moved fluidly together.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…,” she repeated over and over again, in time to our copulating.

As with the previous time I’d fucked her, coupling with Ness was a hugely arousing experience. Everything about her was so sexual. Her movements, her talk, her lips. Within minutes I felt my juices moving out of my balls and up my shaft. I made no effort to hold back and merely let it flood out, as I continued to fuck her hard.

I said nothing, continuing to pump, while I milked one of the most intense orgasms I could recall. As I finished I slowed down and then stopped, still buried in her.

“That’s nice; I like having you inside me Aus. It’s passionate that’s what it is.”

I was a little taken aback by Ness saying something nice. It was the closest to an affectionate remark I’d ever heard from her, toward me or to anyone. I merely continued breathing hard from the exertion of both fucking and holding her aloft.

“You’ve been a good boy in playing along and finishing quickly. We must get back inside, but before we do I need to tell you something,” she whispered in my ear.

“Jesus!” I thought. “Surely she’s not going to say she loves me as well. Not another one. That would be too much.”

“What?” I managed to get out wearily.

“It’s about Terri.”

“What about her?” I said, pulling my head back to look at Ness in the dim light. “I haven’t seen or heard from her for a week.”

“No; that’s cause she’s up in London; hiding.”

“Hiding from who? From me?”

“Not from you. She’s hiding the black eye that Francis gave her last Wednesday night, after she came to the clubrooms dressed like a tart.”

I took a moment to process this information. Francis had hit Terri. My little virgin Terri, who I’d kissed on the Common. Not only that, he’d hit her because of how I’d told her to dress. Many emotions flooded through me at that point

“He punched her?” I eventually managed to ask.

“My understanding is he punched her a few times, but only once on the face. He’s such a prick; always beating on an innocent little thing like her.”

“He’s done it before?”

“Yeah fairly regular, I’m led to believe.”

Now my anger began to grow. I stood there shorts down around my ankles, still ball’s deep inside Ness and I could feel myself tensing up. I lifted her off me and placed her down, then clenched an unclenched my fists.

“Don’t punch the wall or anything stupid Aus. You’ll only break your hand. Save it for him,” she said, pulling down her top and bra.

“You’re sure about this? How do you know?”

“Mandy told me. Mandy tells me everything.”

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Erik woke up in his own bed, in his apartment. He could see sunlight through his grey curtains. Tossing to one side he tried to go back to sleep but he slowly started remembering the night, and gave up. When he sat up, cold pain ran down his head, like ice water being poured through his spine.

Hangover? He barely drank, didn’t he? He recalled the night and thought about it. He didn’t remember getting drunk, just a couple of drinks. Most of the night was still in his mind, he even remembered the cab ride home.

Ignoring the pain, he stood up, and went to shower. A half hour later he was dressed and wondering what to eat for breakfast. Checking his phone for the time, 8:42 am, he saw a text message had come in from Amber.

Amber: Good morning!

The time at the office supply store with her had been fun. He never experienced that kind of spontaneous action and was pretty curious where this relationship would go. Not that he wanted a relationship in normal terms, especially at the moment with his new business, but getting laid was always good.

Erik: Good morning to you too!

Setting his phone down, Erik decided on microwaved oatmeal. His phone buzzed but he continued making his oatmeal. Once it was spinning in his microwave, he checked it, exchanging a few messages with her.

Amber: Whatcha up too?

Erik: Breakfast, then hydration.

Amber: hydration? You spend time in a sauna?

Erik: unexpected drinking. Didn’t think I’d have a hangover from just a few drinks.

Amber: I don’t drink much either. Do you have any plans today?

Erik stopped before replying. He had a vague feeling of his day being occupied but he couldn’t recall actual plan details. He double checked his phone for the day of the week, Friday. His normal work schedule went from Sunday through Thursday, so he was free and clear to start his weekend.

He remembered his black leather binder full of papers and the new tote he had with even more information. He was pretty sure that was still im his truck. It was time to deal with that.

He let out a breath, having made the decision to do something. Erik set his phone down and began to eat his oatmeal after sending Amber a message.

Erik: I have this vague impression of being busy today and I am tonight for sure.

Her reply was immediate. She had to have been staring at her phone, waiting for his message.

Amber: What do you have planned for today and tonight? I was wondering if you’d want to meet up for round two…

Erik looked at his phone screen, stunned at her forwardness. He held a mouthful of oatmeal and forgot about chewing it for a few seconds.

He asked himself if he wanted a round two with her when he was able to think again. It sounded like a good idea in his head so he told her so.

Erik: That sounds good to me. What time?

Amber: Anytime, I’m not busy now.

Erik: Now is good. Do you want to come to my place?

Amber: Sure!

Erik sent her his address and resumed eating. He decided to eat a second bowl since he was going to be burning extra calories in a little while and when he was done, he cleaned his bowl.

Once he fetched the binder and tote from his truck, Erik started ruffling through it at his two person kitchen table, trying to make heads or tails of the papers. Before he could get far though, a knock sounded at his door.

Answering it, he found Amber waiting outside, her blond hair down around her shoulders, dangling earrings flashing beneath her locks,”Come on in,” he said, stepping to the side. She smiled, reached up on her tiptoes, and kissed him with closed lips. When she settled down on her heels, she went inside.

He watched her take in his apartment. The couch, a black leather hand-me-down, slouched against one wall, opposite a tiered TV stand with glass shelves. A flat screen perched on it and a video game console hid beneath, on a shelf. Next to the TV stand was his bedroom door and she paused, peering into it.

Erik took this time too appreciate what she was wearing. Black leggings clung to her thighs like a second skin. There was a stripe cut out in the middle of each leg where he could see skin, but string laced across the slit in a style similar to a corset. A drab green, oversized tunic style shirt was draped across her torso and down her backside to cover her butt.

She turned around and gave him a knowing look with a slight curve of her red lips, one cheek dimpling. Amber shifted her weight and popped a hip out, letting the opposite shoulder droop, then she let her small hand bag slide down onto the coffee table.

Erik thought about waiting. He was tempted to make small talk or try to be friendly. Then a thought occurred to him; she came here to get fucked. Not to talk or see his apartment or watch TV. She came to his apartment with the soul intention of lust filled sex.

Behind her was a wall with nothing on it. In five steps he crossed the room, picked her ankara olgun escort up, and pinned her to it, her back making a thud. Her legs lifted and wrapped around his waist. He felt her thighs tighten as her ankles locked.

He smashed his lips against hers and she moaned when his hands squeezed her ass. Amber had a muscled derriere and thick thighs that gripped his middle. He felt her fingers and palms at the back of his head, pulling him tightly to her.

Erik moved his hands up over her hips, feeling her curves, making sure each finger was pressed into her skin.

He pulled her off of the wall, carrying her with hands placed under her ass, and went through the door to his bedroom. Light bathed the room in sunlight from the one large window with grey curtains pulled to the sides. Erik collapsed onto his bed, the blankets ruffling around them and she let out a muffled squeal when she fell.

Erik didn’t waste any time and went directly into stripping her down. His hands pushed at the bottom of her shirt while he slid down her body. Amber crossed her arms and peeled the green material over her head, tossing it to one side. A black bra pushed her breasts together and forward on her chest. Erik crawled up and buried his face in her cleavage while fumbling with her leggings waistband. Amber’s hands joined his and a moment later her leggings were on the floor next to her shirt.

Erik paused, looking over her bare body. Her pale calves and thighs lay spread, her breasts presented to him as if on a platter for him to devour and her smile, a small quirk of her lips, invited him to do so. Appreciating her beauty and his luck only took a moment, but he saw her raise her chin as if to say, I did all of this for you.

Once he was sure she felt appropriately appreciated, Erik wrapped his arms under her legs and drug her to the edge of the bed. He laid her legs wide and knelt on his carpet, placing his face just above her legs. Amber propped herself up and looked at him, biting her lip as she anticipated what he would do next.Wetting his lips, Erik leaned down and began to kiss her legs.

He started at her knees, working one side then the other, kissing the joints on the inside then traveling his lips up a few inches then down one. He worked in diagonal lines, his mouth going up and over her thighs to the outside, then back tracking down to the inside and deep into the covers to get to back. He made sure to leave wet kisses behind to cool on her skin, but not to drool.

Amber moaned and wriggled as his lips touched certain spots, sensitive areas where her nerves were focused. He applied his tongue to her skin in a couple of spots, his teeth in others. He used the edge of his tongue to cut a trail up the inside of one leg then his teeth to lightly bite the same trail up the other. She panted, her chest rapidly rising and falling in fast breaths when her was done with the last nibble. Not giving her respite, Erik took hold of her other thigh, high up near the cleft where her leg met her hip, planted his open mouth and with a mouthful of flesh, sucked on her thigh. It forced her to exhale sharply and buck her hips up in erratic motions. He released her finally and looked up at her.

Her eyes were sharp and bright, and she still bit her lower lip, but Erik thought he saw a bit of frustration in her features. He tried to keep the smile off of his face but he knew he hadn’t been fully successful.

Staring straight into her eyes, Erik lowered his mouth to her vulva, and with deliberate motions, firmly pressed his mouth to her labia. His lips encircled the upper half of her and he pushed the flat of his tongue to the folds of her sensuality. He knew it mashed all of her sensitivities together but that was the effect he wanted. Her head bobbed upwards and her eyes rolled up. A strangled sound came from her as she rode the edge of orgasm.

He drug the flat of his tongue up and down, keeping pressure on her, looking for the exact spot to tease on her pussy. Paying close attention to her moans, Erik then used the tip of his tongue to travel the deepest valleys of her, circling around the button of her clit, pressing up against the hood of her frenulum. Erik continued for long moments like this on every fold of her labia that elicited a response, exploring her and enjoying her pleasure.

Amber’s hips writhed and pushed at him. Her fingers pulled on his head, urging him to press more firmly in certain areas. At one point she crossed her ankles on his back and, took his head in both hands and ground her clit against his lips while he had been plunging his tongue into her wonderous cave.

Amber had begun screaming and cumming, her depths tightening in muscle spasms on his tongue, liquid pleasure coating his lips and cheeks as she spilled out. The orgasms began with one wave but after that ebbed and flowed like a vicious tide. He felt them wash up to the shore of his efforts, each ankara ucuz escort cresting, then washing out to nothingness. They crashed into her, pummeling her, explosions of ecstasy fuzzing her mind nerves. Her skin crawled with an electrifying intensity that she felt start in her spine and travel outwards, through her ribs and arms to zap her fingertips. Her body contorted and she felt spasms rock her back and forth.

She finally collapsed on the bed, exhausted, and Erik took a break, still kneeling in the floor. He recognized the full worth of her panting, sweaty physique sweeping over his bed. Her contours seemed painted on in sweeps of a brush, her yellow hair splayed out around her.

Erik gave her time to recover. He knew that she likely wasn’t finished no matter how hard she panted, but she would need her breath in order to continue. He intended to make sure she remembered his name. He tried not to let his face assume the arrogant smirk he suspected was present.

Erik kept his eyes on Amber while starting to undress. She didn’t seem to notice until his belt buckle clinked while he undid it. Then a salacious smile spread her cheeks.

“Are you ready for more?” he asked.

Working her legs back and forth, Amber arched her back and stretched her hands over her head. “Oh yes, I don’t think I’ve ever came so hard.”

A shadow moved across Erik’s window and he realized that they had been exposed the whole time. Stepping closer to it, his naked form unashamedly bared to whomever peeked in, he caught a glance of a woman walking down the stairs in a slate grey pencil skirt and white blouse walking quickly away. She turned down the stairs, but looked up at Erik and grinned when their eyes met. She waived when she hit the landing and turned to go down the next flight of stairs disappearing from view.

Amber asked, “Anyone important?”

“Just an admirer I think, or someone scandalized by our activities,” he answered.

She laughed and sat up, moving to the edge of the bed behind him. She reached out and took hold of his cock, stroking it. He was still facing the window and decided that he didn’t want anyone to watch anymore than they already had so he dropped the blinds with a pull of a string. Turning around he found Amber looking up at him with a hunger in her eyes.

Erik just watched, looking down at her as she lifted his throbbing member by the base and slipped it into her mouth. Using both hands on his backside, Amber encouraged him to fuck her mouth. He did so, but gentlemanly as about halfway into her mouth, he felt her throat. It didn’t open up. He discarded the desire with a mental shrug and wove his hands into her hair, utilizing her offering of oral pleasure.

A couple of minutes later his cock was thoroughly soaked with her saliva. He reached down, grabbed her ankles and hinged her onto her back. His elbows locked behind her knees, Erik took advantage of his heightened position and folded her knees to her shoulders. He listened and felt for resistance but she only grinned at him, expectant. Once into position, he descended into her again.

She closed her eyes and emitted a sound part groan, part sigh. Her pussy squeezed around his shaft, gripping him. He could feel his balls pressed against her and when he began thrusting, he heard the heavy smack of his hips colliding into hers.

Like a hammer with well aimed blows, Erik pounded into her folded body, driving his point into her depths. She first threw her arms back and pulled the covers around her body, moaning as she began cumming in waves again. He could feel the heat of her soak his scrotum and the cleft of his thighs. Her pussy squeezed and tightened around his steel hard shaft over and over again. He could feel the exhilarating forces of sex bathe him in endorphins. Erik pressed on, steadily driving his cock into her.

When he picked up speed, Amber’s back arched and her legs squeezed, trying to force him out. The slamming smack of his loins never relented, her screams of wondrous pleasure echoing encouragement in his ears. As she continued to cum, more of her burst outwards, coating his lower abdomen and dripping from his testicles. Still, he continued. His own seed began to build, a small pressure deep inside of him that pressed upwards from within.

Erik released what was left of his restraint and doubled his efforts on top of Amber. He became enraptured by her voice as she moaned and screamed. It no longer seemed a wave lapped up to her shores, but a tempest of angry pleasure roared out of her flesh, soaking her senses in electricity that sizzled up and down every nerve and synapses.

Sweat beaded and ran down his forehead, dripping from his chin onto her chest. His grip was slick with it and his arms held beads clinging to his skin. He was starting to grow breathless but he did not want to finish. He let up, slowing himself to a rolling gentle motion.

Amber didn’t ankara yabancı escort look at him. Her face was turned to the side and her eyes were half closed. Her chest rose and fell with heavy breathing, her sternum inflating as she sucked air.

Erik couldn’t help but smile to himself knowing she had never expected him to put forth such an effort for her. A beacon of pride bubbled in him, glad to have captured her attention in such a way. Erik felt good giving someone sexual satisfaction, especially if he managed to exceed expectations.

The eye of the storm passed and Erik began assaulting Amber’s over stimulated senses. He gave himself permission to yell with his thrusts, giving voice to the thunder that crackled in their nerve endings.

Amber screamed in rapture, exalting his body with fountains of wetness that soaked the bed beneath them. Her hands reached up and clawed at his arms, her mouth forming and around the words ‘oh fuck’ over and over again before arching backwards to press up against his cock and hips.

The storm finally called forth the full force of his orgasm. It grew from the small pressure in his balls to the familiar euphoria. Throwing all of his efforts into the final sprint, Erik roared. He erupted, the veins in his arms and neck bulging as his body strained to contain his soul. Muscles spasms forced his seed to fountain into the Amber’s soaking wet slit, his molten seed filling her pussy and covering her insides.

Amber’s orgasms peaked as well, her entire body going red as she contorted against him, crunching her body close to his and hanging onto his neck and shoulders. She squeezed herself with every muscle in her body, her eyes snapping open while she clung to life. She screamed in abandon. When the tsunami finally passed over her, she collapsed limply to the bed, desperate to fill her lungs with air. Erik pulled out and fell next to her.

When he came to, Erik found Amber stirring on the bed next to him. Wetness coated the sheet under him and he immediately wanted to sit up. He couldn’t bring himself to move at first, his limbs felt like lead, numb and heavy. Amber didn’t appear to be doing any better, but she pulled her feet up then extended her legs with a wince, working her hips.

After a moment, he sat up and looked at her. “You okay?” he asked.

She rubbed her pelvis and nodded, “Oh yeah. Wow.”

Erik smiled, that beacon of pride lighting up again. “I’m glad you came over.”

“Me too but fuck,” she replied. She sat up too, the cringe apparent on her face, “I don’t think I’ve ever been done like that before.”

He grinned at her, “Thank you,” he said, letting the arrogance give his voice some humor.

She chuckled at him. “Mind if I shower? I’ve kinda got,” she gestured downwards.

“Not at all, towels are under the sink but if you’re cool with it, I’ll join you. I seem to have splashed everywhere.” Erik said.

She laughed at that, nodding agreement. “I haven’t done that in a long time and never that much.” Amber shivered with a tickled look on her face, “Thank you.”

Erik stood and pulled her up. “My pleasure.”

Ambeling to the shower they climbed in and took a long time to clean up, letting the steam build on the mirror from the hot water. They didn’t speak much, other than to wash each other’s backs, which Erik hadn’t had in a while. It was nice. She used his bar soap on her skin without a word but avoided getting her hair wet. He made a mental note to get some decent female shampoo for her or whomever would become his guest in the future. He got out before she did and fetched her a towel.

“Are you hungry? Can I offer you some breakfast?” Erik said, wrapping his towel around his waist.

“Amazing orgasms and brunch? Yes please!” Amber replied enthusiastically. She wrapped her own towel around her body, the bottom hem barely covering her bottom curve.

Erik went and got dressed then rummaged around his kitchen for something they could both eat. He found some blueberry bagels as she sat down at one of his two chairs.

“Bagel?” he said holding up the bag of six. It hadn’t been opened yet.

“Yeah! Got butter and cinnamon sugar?” She looked natural in just a towel hugging her body.

Erik handed her a homemade mixture of cinnamon sugar then the butter from the fridge and started putting a bagel in the toaster. While waiting for the bagel, he set plates out then waited. When it popped, he gave it to her on a small plate then put his own in. He learned against the counter and lost himself to thought.

“What has you trapped in your head?” Amber asked then took a bite of her bagel. It was half gone already.

He laughed a single time, and asked her a question instead, “Do you want the short version or the long one?”

“Short one,” she replied around a cheek full of bagel.

“My uncle died and left me a bunch of money and a strip club.”

Amber’s eyes bulged at his words. “Shit, what are you going to do with it?”

“I want to run it, but it’s a shit hole kind of place. I want something nice. Upscale kind of. Different even.” His vision for the place, for the future, was broken.

He could do this. He knew he could. He just had to see the end goal. Once he established that, he could build the steps necessary to make it happen and then execute. He just needed a plan.

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Down , Up In Carolina Ch. 02

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This story is a continuation of Down and Up in Carolina. The characters and events continue to be the products of the author’s imagination, and any similarity with real people or events is merely coincidence.

* * * * *

This is a story about a man named John Manetti. He is a modern day drifter with a past he is trying to work through. He finds himself in a small North Carolina coastal community where he meets Doreen Dickens. Doreen is married to an abusive husband, and John and Doreen meet when John stops her husband from beating her in public. A relationship has developed that has just been consummated with an afternoon of passion.

I wake up a short time later to a pleasurable sensation. Doreen is cuddled next to me with her head on my shoulder, arm across my chest and thigh across my groin. The warmth of her body next to mine is sensual. Her face is peaceful in sleep and there is a contented smile on her face. The clock next to the bed tells me that the afternoon is moving along. As much as I would love to keep this beautiful woman with me the rest of the day and night, and continue making love with her, I know that is not possible right now. She must return to her present life for a while longer.

Doreen tries to move her body closer to mine, and the friction this causes in different places almost overcomes my common sense. I begin to wake her up by planting kisses on her forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose and lips. She stirs from her slumber slowly, looks at me and smiles. “Hi handsome. Do I have to get up now?” Her voice sounds like a high school kid not wanting to get up for school.

“I’m afraid so, beautiful,” I reply. “As much as I would like to continue what we started I don’t think it’s a good idea right now. What time does Shelly expect you at her place?”

She looks across my body to the clock and smiles, “A little more than an hour. Enough time to do it again.”

“Not the way I want to do it. Besides you and I need to talk, and you need a shower unless you want Shelly to know what you’ve been up to by your smell.”

“Damn it,” she says, “I don’t give a rats what she knows or doesn’t know right now, but I guess you’re right. Which way is the shower?”

I point toward the bathroom. Before leaving the bed she rolls on top of me and we kiss sharing tongues and caresses. She breaks away before things go too far, and heads toward the shower. Those beautiful buns of hers sway gently as she walks, and she flashes that smile over her shoulder as she disappears into the bathroom.

While Doreen is in the shower I pull on some sweats and go to collect her things from the living room. I stop in the kitchen to get a couple of sodas on my way back to the bedroom. The shower stops just as I sit on the edge of the bed. My soda is at my lips when Doreen comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. Her sultry walk across the room makes me stop my drink in mid swallow. She crosses to the bed and looks down at her things neatly folded, then smiling at me drops the towel to stand before me in all her glory. I once again caress every inch of her with my eyes from top to bottom. The look on her face tells me that she appreciates the attention. After bending down to give me a toe-curling kiss she begins to dress. This happens slowly, almost like a strip tease in reverse. I’m a little sad when the last button is buttoned and all the real goodies are covered again.

I stand up and take her hand to lead her into the living room. We need to talk, and if we do it in the bedroom we may not get through it. Seating her on the sofa I take the chair across from her. She looks a little disappointed that I didn’t sit next to her. If I am to make it through the next few minutes I don’t need any distractions. Just sitting across from this beautiful woman is distraction enough. I don’t need her warm body next to mine.

Our talk begins with me telling Doreen how I came to be here in North Carolina. She gets the whole story with all the gory details, as well as my feelings about what happened. As the story unfolds I can see various emotions cross Doreen’s face. Pain, fear, horror, sympathy and compassion all fight with one another inside her. When I finish she says, “John, I agree with the others. From what you just told me you have nothing to be ashamed of. The icing on the cake for me was the man’s wife. If she thought for a minute you bore any responsibility for what happened she could not have said what she did to you. It’s about time you stopped beating yourself up over this, and get on with your life.” These words from someone I have come to love and respect do a lot for me. I’m sure that with her love to help me I can get over this now.

Next I turn the conversation to her situation. We agree that after what just happened we would not be able to stay away from each other for long. We also agree that until the divorce we need to be discrete about our relationship. Jed doesn’t need anything to use against her in court. This will be the sancaktepe escort last time we meet at my house, or anywhere else near by, where people might know us. Neither one of us is thrilled with this, but we know that if we continue openly there will be trouble that we don’t need or want.

Now that the talking is over we both breathe a cleansing sigh. The tension is broken and Doreen sits back and crosses her gorgeous legs. This causes her dress to ride up almost to her hips, and shows of her thighs. The look and smile on her face say, “Here I am. This is me.”

I sit back and say, “You are becoming quite an exhibitionist, you know that?”

“It’s all because of you cowboy.” She continues, “You are making me feel like a desirable woman again making me feel pretty again. I just can’t help but show off a little.” That devastating smile returns as she rises and crosses to my chair. Her hand cups my chin and lifts my face as she bends down to kiss me. It is a gentle and loving kiss without heat. When our lips part she says, “It’s time for me to go.”

I escort her to the door and she picks up her purse from the floor where she dropped it earlier. At the door she comes into my arms and we kiss one more time. This one has more passion to it, because this one will have to last us both for a while. We break from the kiss and she is out the door without another word. My immediate world is suddenly an emptier place.

The following Friday I am taking advantage of a rare day off from the boat building yard by sleeping in. It seems the Ledbedder brothers received a huge bonus because we finished a contract ahead of schedule. They’ve decided a day off with pay is a good reward. I am dreaming about Doreen and I on a beach somewhere. We are making love on a beach towel on the sand. Just as the dream is reaching a critical point a bell starts to ring. The noise keeps me from concentrating on my lovemaking and is making me mad. I start looking for the source when the ringing of the phone breaks through my slumber.

I reach for the phone and bring it to my ear. Before I can say hello I hear, “Hello handsome, miss me?” It is Doreen.

“Hi beautiful. I was just dreaming about you.” I am rubbing sleep from my eyes as we talk.

“Was it a sexy dream,” she asks?

“How can it be anything else if you’re in it.” Is my reply.

She giggles and asks me what I’m doing besides dreaming about her. I tell her I have no plans, and since it is a day off I plan to be lazy.

“How would you like to be lazy with me today? I have the day off too.”

“What do you have in mind?” This sounds interesting.

“I have never been on a motorcycle before, and I want to go to the beach. I’m thinking that you are just the man to make both happen. Am I right?”

“You are, and I would be delighted. How are we going to do this,” I ask?

She gives me directions to a place to meet. I tell her I can be there in an hour. When we say our good-byes I jump in the shower before dressing. I grab a beach towel and head out the door. The big Harley motor on my Fat Bob rumbles to life and I’m off.

The place she has chosen to meet is an abandoned gas station. I don’t see anyone around so I begin to shut the bike down to wait. As I take off my helmet Doreen comes walking around the corner of the building. Her skintight T-shirt and Jeans show off her body and she looks like a big cat as she strolls provocatively toward me and my eyes are drinking in her beauty as she approaches. She smiles and hands me the beach bag she is carrying, and then she gives me a welcoming kiss.

“How come we’re meeting here gorgeous?

“Because I own the property, and I can leave my car here safely and nobody can see it.” She replies.

I don’t comment on this revelation even though I’m curious. I am confident she will tell me more when she’s ready. I tie her bag to the handlebars as she puts on the helmet I brought for her and throws a shapely leg over the passenger seat. The Harley rumbles to life again as she puts her arms around my waist and scoots up so close I can feel her breasts press into my back.

I drop the bike into gear and we are off. Following her directions we are soon on highway 24 heading toward Morehead City. Before we enter the city we turn north and soon we’re on a coast road. A short time later we are passing beachfront places of various sizes and descriptions. The farther along we go the farther apart the properties become. Doreen has me slow down and eventually turn in to one of the properties. Sheltered in the trees about 1/4 mile from the road is a house. It isn’t falling down, but it needs quite a bit of work. I pull the bike into the carport that is attached to the house.

“It doesn’t look like anyone has been here in some time. I hope it’s all right for us to be here?” I say.

“Don’t worry,” Doreen replies, “I know the owner who doesn’t use it much any more. The owner sarıyer escort said I could use it anytime I wanted.”

I hand her the beach bag and grab my towel. She leads me down a path of shrubs and pine trees that eventually leads to the beach. The sand is warm under our feet. Doreen stops about 20 ft from the water and opens her bag. There are some people on the beach, but there’s over 100 yd in either direction between them and us. It seems the beaches are private too. I watch as she brings out a beach cover up garment and pulls it over her head. It seems odd that she doesn’t put her arms through the holes until I realize she is using the cover up to change into her suit. Mine is under my jeans and I’m ready after I pull of my boots, jeans and T-shirt.

I sit on my towel and watch as Doreen changes. Her jeans and T-shirt come out from under her cover, but nothing else. She places them in her bag and brings out what looks like a bunch of bright orange string. The string disappears under the cover and she is stepping into something and putting something around her neck and behind her back. There are a few adjustments, and when she is satisfied she starts pulling the cover over her head. Its hem slowly rises up her legs revealing her shapely gams as it goes. The garment is almost at her hips before I see the first hint of orange. A strip barely wide enough covers her pubic area and extends up to where the straps are attached. It is generous to call them straps they look more like thin twine. They disappear around her hips. My eyes are drawn upward as the cover-up clears her bust. Strips similar to the one below barely cover her nipples and areolas leaving the majority of her breasts uncovered. The same orange twine as below holds the strips in place and disappears behind her neck and back. She holds the cover away from her side and strikes a sexy pose. Her head cocks to the side as she asks; “You like?” All I can do is nod with my mouth open. The contrast of bright orange against her tanned skin is amazing.

She holds her hand out to me and says, “C’mon cowboy. I want to swim.”

Hand in hand we head for the water. As we reach the waters edge she sprints ahead to dive into a roller as it nears the beach. I am right behind her. She is a strong swimmer and has a head start, but my open ocean and distance training let me catch and pass her. We sprint about a hundred yards and I notice she is no longer beside me. I stop and look back. Her head bobs a few yards behind me as she treads water. When I reach her she is slightly out of breath. Beautiful brown eyes search my face as she says, “You aren’t even a little out of breath. Are you?”

“Nope. All that training paid off I guess. I can still swim pretty good.”

“I thought I could swim,” she says. “But you blew past me like I was doing the dog paddle.”

“I didn’t know we were racing.”

“We weren’t. I just wanted to show you that I could do something well besides what we do in bed.”

“We are just getting to know each other.” I reply. “I’m sure that there are many things you can do that I can’t. Besides the obvious that is.”

“Well, as soon as I catch my breath cowboy, I’ll show you something I am good at.”

She suddenly reaches out and dunks me, which starts a game of grab ass. We grope, dunk, splash and tease each other until after 15 minutes or so I say, “I surrender. I’ve had enough.” I’m really not tired. There are other things I want to do besides play grab ass.

During our game we have slowly moved into shallower water. I can now stand with my head and shoulders out of the water. As I surrender to her in the game I capture her wrist and pull her to me. When she is in front of me I put my arms around her and pull her next to me. Her chest touches mine and I know that her suit top has slipped during our game. I feel bare nipples rubbing my chest. I say, “Madam, don’t you think you should readjust your bathing costume?”

“Why? Don’t you like what you feel?” she replied still in a playful mood. “Try this.” She wraps her legs around my thigh and starts stroking herself. The strips covering her breasts aren’t all that have slipped. I can feel bare womanhood rubbing against my thigh.

Our mouths meet in a hungry passionate kiss. We haven’t seen each other for 5 days, and we are ravenous for each other. My hands caress up and down her back reveling in the watery slick skin beneath them. They come to rest on her buttocks to caress and fondle and squeeze that delectable flesh. Her hips continue to hump her against my leg and little mewling noises escape her lips. Our lower bodies have my penis trapped between them and her movements stimulate me as well.

She releases her hands from around my neck and lets them glide down my body. They slowly caress my nipples and the muscles of my chest and abdomen on their way south. When they reach my hips the thumbs hook the waistband of my trunks and pull them down around sefaköy escort my knees. Her hands begin to caress and stimulate the sensitive skin of my glans and shaft. The contrast between her warm hands and the cooler seawater is very sensual. I feel myself growing longer and harder.

I bring my hands around to the front of her thighs and begin to caress gently. They run from knee to hip on the outside and back to the knees. Then up the tender insides to gently caress her vulva and then back down. One hand returns to capture one hemisphere of her backside while the other caresses her mound. I insert 2 fingers and her hips begin to work back and forth. Her love channel is filled with my fingers and my palm is applying pressure to her clitoris at the same time. By this time the movement of her hips has become urgent and demanding. I capture her mouth with mine and we mingle our tongues in heated passion as her body nears its release.

Her mouth breaks from my own as her breathing becomes ragged. She is panting now with her head thrown back. I nuzzle and kiss her neck as her hips and my hand bring her to the ecstasy she is hungrily searching for. Staccato moans escape her as she nears her peak, and she stifles a scream when she comes by biting down on her lower lip. She is barely starting to come down when one hand leaves my neck and returns to my shaft. Her leg comes up over my hip as she guides the tip of my shaft into her entrance. When inside about two inches she clamps down with her muscles and holds me there while she lifts her other leg around my opposite hip. Once she is in position she releases her internal muscles and her body slowly slides down on me. She makes the process very slow so that we can both enjoy the sensation of penetration.

When she reaches bottom a loud sigh escapes her. She begins to move against me, and I help and support her with my hands full of butt flesh. In this position she is high enough so that with her head back I can reach her breasts. Each one gets its own lavish treatment from my mouth. The saltiness of the seawater adds a savor to the taste of her skin. Our movements are slow and deliberate to make sensations last, but it has been too long for both of us. Soon the pace increases until finally we are pounding against each other. Our lungs are pumping like bellows and our moans and grunts are getting louder. She comes first and clamps down on me with her internal muscles as I grind my shaft and groin against her clit. I clamp my mouth on hers to stifle her screams as she continues to ride her waves of pleasure. As her orgasm peaks she begins milking my prick with her internal muscles, a sensation I have not experienced before. Without making another move of my own my come explodes within her. Those fabulous inner muscles milk me until there is no more to give.

We cling together in the after glow of our lovemaking. We exchange little kisses and endearing words as we both descend from the heights of our passion. My deflated member slips from her warm sheath into the much cooler seawater and shrivels even more. Her arms and legs slowly release me and we begin to float side by side, the sun warming our fronts and the sea cooling our backs. As my breathing returns to near normal, I look towards her. The front half of her body is exposed to me. Those small strips of fabric are still askew, and give a delectable view of her intimate parts. I reach over and try to adjust them. She says, “Forget it. They don’t stay in place in the water anyway. I have to make the adjustments as I get out of the water. In the water it doesn’t make any difference.” I leave the fabric alone.

Doreen finally catches her breath and says, “I need to get out of the water before I start looking like a prune.”

We head for shore. As the body beautiful emerges from the water it is amusing to watch as the suit is adjusted. By the time we reach shore all strategic areas are covered, sort of. More of her is exposed than covered as I watch her dry her lovely body. She replaces her towel on the sand and reaches into her bag again. A bottle of sun lotion appears and sails in my direction. “Here cowboy. Make yourself useful,” she says as she stretches out on her front.

I begin to rub the lotion into her soft skin and remember the first time I did this. The last time we had not been intimate yet and the situation ended poorly. This time with confidence bred of familiarity I’m bolder as I work on her back. When I reach the sides of her breasts my touch is not tentative as before. My fingers manipulate the flesh knowing the attention will be accepted and appreciated. She tells me how good my hands feel as they roam over her body. As I work my way down her back there is no hesitation when I reach buttocks. Their flesh is heartily smoothed and rubbed as well as the flesh of the cleft in between. Like before, I move to her ankles and work her well-toned legs from bottom to top. She spreads them further apart as I move above her knees. I notice that they are farther apart than the first time, and I have unlimited access to all parts of her. The sun has warmed the skin of her thighs and their firmness and resilience is exciting. When my fingers reach the fold that joins buttock and thigh they continue between her thighs to cover her mons. I massage here as well and her hips join in the stimulation as she sighs.

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Connor

I am such an idiot, I thought as I listened to CeCe’s message on the hotel phone for about the tenth time. She had given me no less than three opportunities to tell her who I was, but I was having too much fun enjoying her company without my celebrity being in the way to tell her. It was a serious violation of her trust. I knew it. I even knew it at the time. Like I said, I am such an idiot.

Connor? It’s Cecelia. I… I… You probably know I left by now. I’m calling from home. I’ve had a few hours to think about it and I’m not sure if I’m more angry at you for deceiving me or angry at myself for being so… Naive? Trusting? Stupid? Seriously. I hope you’ll have fun when you tell your friends about the girl you fucked at the Con who didn’t even know who you were. God! I am so stupid. I really liked the guy I met last night. Too bad he doesn’t really exist, I guess. Have a nice life.

(I hear the noise that she makes in her throat that I already know means she is frustrated. Then this coda in a mutter that I’m pretty confident she doesn’t intend for me to hear.)

I am soooo going to invent something that allows people on cell phones to hang up angrily because just hitting a soft button on a smartphone doesn’t really cut it.

The problem is that the guy she met last night is the ‘real’ me. It’s the celebrity who is the fake.

I seriously hate going to these conventions. Sure, for the most part the fans are incredible, but just one or two bad ones and the whole thing goes to shit. I always bring my crew along to keep things real. My brother is the ringleader, but they are all guys I’ve known most of my life, from at least before I ‘made it’. With my friends around it at least makes things bearable.

We were hanging out in the bar of the hotel we were staying at, watching baseball and joking around with each other on the night my life got turned upside down.

“Did you guys see the rainbow-haired beauty at the bar,” my oldest friend, Matt asked the crew as we sat watching a baseball game. “I’ve watched at least a half dozen guys go up to her and get shot down with barely a sideways glance. She is cold blooded.”

I looked over and immediately saw who he was talking about. Wild hair, cute face, luscious full lips, and an hourglass figure. Her posture was ramrod straight as she ate her dinner and sipped her drink.

“She’s got a body made for fucking, that’s for sure,” my entirely too crude brother whistled softly.

“Jesus, Damon! Show some respect. That is clearly a lady you are talking about.”

“Listen to you! Already defending her from the dogs surrounding her.”

“She seems pretty good at defending herself,” I replied.

“I’ll bet you can’t get her to talk to you either,” Damon snickered.

As I watched, I saw her deflect yet another suitor with a quick word. She looked like she didn’t belong here with the unwashed masses. She was so coolly self-contained.

“I’ll bet I can,” I said as I watched the bartender hand her one of the trivia consoles.

I walked over to her and tried to strike up a conversation. At first she wasn’t interested, but I persisted. Eventually she even looked at me, but I didn’t see the light of recognition in her eyes. She started teasing me like we were old friends almost immediately, which had me reciting baseball statistics in my head in an effort to tamp down my flaring arousal.

She allowed me to be her partner in the trivia game and I had the best ‘date’ of my life with this gorgeous, smart, and funny girl who had no idea who I was. I must admit that the fact that there were no less than three trivia questions that were about me or one of my movies, all of which she answered without my help, made it clear that she was familiar with me and my work. I should have taken the opportunity to reveal my identity, but selfishly kept it to myself.

As the night dragged on I could barely keep my hands off of her, eventually I stopped trying. She didn’t seem to mind my touch, other than that her killer instinct had her adorably hungry to win so she complained about me distracting her. It was hilarious that she had absolutely no idea how distracting her presence was to me.

It took every ounce of self-control I had not to pick her up and carry her to my hotel room after she returned the passion of my victory kiss with equal passion of her own. I couldn’t risk paparazzi photographing her in my arms like that. I knew I had to protect her from that at all costs. I told her to follow me at a discrete distance and the minutes I spent waiting for her to come to my room, worrying that she wouldn’t come to me, were the longest minutes of my life.

What a night! She was everything I’ve ever dreamed of in a woman. She smelled like heaven, or at least like citrus and vanilla, which is what I will think heaven smells like until provided with other evidence. She tasted delicious. I couldn’t get enough of her. Her body responded to mine in ways that were beyond my experience. I took her to şişli escort heights of pleasure and followed right behind. It was glorious. At least until the condom broke. God damnit. The look of panic in her eyes was unmistakable. I immediately wanted to protect her from her fear. The thoughts that bounced around my head surprised me, though. I wasn’t panicked at all. I mean, what’s so bad about a broken condom with a woman like her? There was a line of thought I wasn’t willing to follow just then.

We spent some time just talking to each other after that. I can’t express how good it made me feel to hear her tell me that she enjoyed my intellect. I don’t think anyone has ever told me that. This gorgeous, witty, genius of a woman thought that I was smart. Talk about an ego boost.

And then I made love to her. It was sublime. It was like we were destined for each other. We fell asleep wrapped up in each other. I woke once to find her curled up on her side facing away from me. I couldn’t resist being her ‘big spoon’ and folded myself around her, tucking her against my body and cupping her breast. I fell back to sleep, thinking about how I had to reveal my identity to her in the morning. I’d already let it go too long and I had the feeling she’d be mad. I just didn’t want her to feel like I tricked her. When I woke much later, she was gone. Damn! I needed to find and talk to her before she found out who I was from somebody else.

It was pretty late in the morning when I gathered the crew together to head over to the Con. I planned to stop at the front desk to see if I could leave CeCe a message, but it turned out I didn’t have to since I ran into her when getting out of the elevator. Her face absolutely lit up when she saw me, but I could tell she was embarrassed, too. I nervously asked her to dinner, and she accepted. But like a coward I did not take the opportunity to tell her who I was. ‘Bad mistakes… I’ve made a few’, as the song goes. I am not sure what I was thinking would happen. Honestly I was not surprised at how she reacted. I had violated her trust. I’d kept vital information from her. I just wish I had a Mulligan. I’d do anything to fix what I broke with CeCe. I’m pretty sure she’s my soulmate and I ruined things within the first 24 hours of knowing her.

How am I ever going to fix this? I’m sure I can find her. How many twenty-something women named Cecilia Banks can there be in the world? But maybe I shouldn’t. She’d made her opinion of me pretty clear. Maybe I should just leave her alone.

Cecilia

“Want to tell me about him,” Jennifer asked me.

“Hmmm? What?” I answered.

“The guy you’ve been mooning about since the weekend. Who is it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jenn just rolled her eyes at me. We were sitting together at a round table in the cafeteria at our work. It was well past 1pm so there were only a handful of people in there.

“Come on, CeCe. I know you. You are preoccupied to say the least. Have you made any progress on projects this week? You can never concentrate on work when you are having relationship problems. You are all hung up on some guy.”

I glared at her for a long time but didn’t say anything, but she stared right back.

“Fine. It’s complicated.”

“So was it someone you met on your weekend of adventure out west?”

“Maybe… .”

“It WAS,” Jenn was so excited, her eyes dancing. “Did you hook up with some dude?”

I looked at her, my lips pressed tightly together.

“You DID!” she yelled.

“Come on, keep your voice down,” I whispered hoarsely.

“You don’t know his name, do you?”

“I do too!”

“First and last?”

“Of course.”

“Does he know your name?”

“Of course he does!”

“So why all the moping? Call him. Phone sex could take the edge off until you can see each other again.”

“Ummm. It’s complicated,” I answered again lamely.

“How is it ‘complicated’?”

“I thought we made a real connection and then I found out… Well, it’s not important. I’m not going to try to contact him.”

Jenn looked at me, her lips pursed in a sour expression, and nodded.

“So I would rather just drop it, okay?”

We finished lunch and went back to our cubicles to work, but Jenn’s observations had me worried. Did everyone know I was moping over a guy? I had to get my act together.

Connor

CeCe’s running away hit my like an absolute blow. And I knew I had no one to blame but myself. I was absolutely gutted. When my brother arrived at my room to get me to come out for another night of debauchery I refused to even open the door. Too bad I’d given him a key because he was not afraid to use it. He walked in and found me lying spread eagle on the floor in the middle of the room, listening to Cece’s message over and over and over on the hotel phone.

“What the hell, bro?” he said, towering over me.

“She ran away,” I said in taksim escort explanation.

“Who ran away?”

“CeCe. The girl with the rainbow hair. The love of my life…”

“Dude! Drama much?

“So she ran away. Are you going to chase her? Or just bellyache about it?”

I was torn. I liked CeCe and felt like I should respect her wishes and just let her go. But I REALLY liked her. And maybe she now regretted running away? I certainly had my own regrets about the whole situation. The thing is, I knew I’d have to be the one to try to patch things up. Even if she wanted to, she wouldn’t be able to get close enough to me to do so.

Maybe if I knew more about her life I could understand better what SHE wanted. I could have hired a private investigator to find her. I could have done a lot of things. Instead I did what any red blooded American man does when obsessed with a woman: I Googled her and stalked her on social media.

As I suspected, it was easy enough to find her, but she had her profile locked down pretty tight so all I could see were her public profile pictures and pictures her friends tagged her in. God, she was gorgeous! I especially liked the picture of her with two girlfriends on the beach, CeCe in a tiny white with blue polka dot bikini. Wow! Her mother, on the other hand, was not quite so tech-savvy and thus was a treasure trove of information. Her mother’s page was wide open for viewing and from there I discovered the city where CeCe lived and who she worked for and what she did there.

Do you know the woman has over a dozen patents in her name? She’s a fucking genius. She also publishes technical papers a couple of times a year. I know I am completely unworthy of her but I can’t help myself.

The cyber-stalking certainly didn’t help me try to forget about her. Over the course of the week I just got more and more obsessed. My brother caught me looking at CeCe’s mom’s Facebook page and informed me I was bonkers and threatened an intervention. Then he did the only thing he could do for me. He found out her home address. I refused to ask how he did it, but I was thankful.

Cecilia

The sound of the doorbell woke me out of a deep sleep on Saturday morning. I’m normally an early riser, but the emotional stress of the week had me exhausted. I looked at the clock and saw it was past 9am and I had no business still being in bed. I should have already been on and gotten back from my morning run. I groaned, stretched, and rolled out of bed as I heard the doorbell again.

“All right, hold your horses,” I muttered, running my fingers through my rainbow hair, causing it to stick out all over my head. At least I was decently dressed in my tight tank top and loose flannel pajama pants. Not that the Amazon delivery driver ever seemed to care. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as I finally made it to the front door, and pulled it open

I looked up into the intense blue eyes of Connor MacDougal, gasped, and fainted dead away.

I woke up laying on my sofa in my living room, Connor sitting on the floor next to me patting my hand.

“Jesus, CeCe. I’m sorry for startling you.”

“Connor. What are you doing here?” I asked shrilly, trying to push myself into a seated position.

“Shhh. CeCe, please relax. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

I let my head drop back against the arm of the sofa and closed my eyes, feeling tears slide between my eyelashes and down my temples.

“I’m here to apologize,” he said softly.

“I am so sorry for not being honest with you. You… I should have told you who I was. I just… I liked how you treated me just as the person you knew. I liked being able to be the real me with you and I didn’t want to ruin it. I’m sorry.”

“I thought you were… I thought you were making fun of me,” I whispered. “That I was just a joke to you.”

“Never,” he said, drawing my hand to his mouth and kissing my palm.

I sat up on the sofa and pulled on him to get him to sit next to me. I put my face on his shoulder and cried, feeling his strong arms wrapped around me and pulling me tightly against him. He stroked my hair and before I knew it he was kissing me softly. It didn’t take long before we were kissing each other urgently, with more passion. His hands slid up under my tank top and cupped my breasts, his fingers pinching and teasing my nipples. I moaned and pressed my chest into his hands. He dropped his hands back to the hem of my shirt and pulled it up. I lifted my arms so he could take it off me more easily. His head immediately dipped down and he captured one of my nipples in his mouth, causing me to hiss in pained pleasure.

“Are you okay,” he asked, releasing my nipple and looking up at me in concern.

“Yes. Umm. I think I’m just hypersensitive. I like when you touch me.”

He smiled at me, his eyes dancing with mischief and desire. He dipped his mouth to me again, eliciting a low moan from me. His fingers topkapı escort slid over my ribs and then hooked into the waistband of my pajama pants, pushing them down past my knees along with my panties. Again I found myself completely naked in his presence while he remained completely clothed.

He slid to the floor between my knees, his mouth on mine, his hands sliding up and down from my hips to my breasts and back. My hands caressed his arms, his chest, his shoulders. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling gently on the curls at the nape of his neck. His lips moved down my neck as his fingers lightly brushed against my neatly trimmed mons.

“Oh! Yes!” I gasped.

“I have been dreaming of tasting you again all week,” he growled, his tongue and lips nipping down my hypersensitive skin. His fingertips found my clitoris and I gasped at his gentle touch. His lips moved down and soon he was strumming my clit with his tongue while his fingers found my hot opening and he thrust one digit inside of me, causing me to arch up towards him.

“Connor! Oh god! I’m coming! Oh god!” I cried out, when he drew my clit between his lips and sucked. My hips rocked against his hands and face while he licked and sucked me through my climax.

“Mmmm. Baby, that was so hot. You taste like honey.”

“Wow. Just wow,” I said, flopping back onto the sofa to try to catch my breath. I could see Connor looking at me with hunger in his eyes and and a sexy smirk on his lips. I sat up and pulled his lips to mine, enjoying how I tasted on his lips, the smell of me heavy in his beard. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve having such a talented tongue in my life, but I hope I continue to deserve it,” I said dreamily.

He literally laughed at that and I arched my eyebrow at him in question.

“I’d like to return the favor,” I said in my best sultry voice, “but I’m afraid I am not nearly as skilled as you are, so my enthusiasm is going to have to make up for my inexperience.”

He chuckled again and pulled me against his chest and maneuvered my legs around his hips so he could stand up with me in his arms. I squealed when he lifted me, impressed at his feat of strength.

“You can have your chance for that later,” he said, carrying me towards the back of my house. “Right now I need your pretty pussy wrapped around my cock.

“I assume your bed is this way?”

“Down the hall, second door on the left,” I could barely gasp out with my breath coming rapidly and my heart thundering in my chest.

“You’re a bit overdressed, don’t you think?” I asked as he carried me.

“Give me a minute,” he said.

He kicked the designated door open and lay me gently on the bed and then started stripping off his clothes, his eyes latched on to mine. I tried to calm my breathing and slow my heart rate because my whole body was trembling with my arousal and need. He slid into the bed on top of me, careful not to let his full weight crush me. His mouth captured mine and I melted into his embrace.

“God, CeCe. I’ve dreamed of this,” he moaned.

Connor guided himself through my wetness and thrust into me, his weight held above my body on his elbows, his hands in my hair on either side of my head, his eyes searching mine for something I could not name.

My lips parted and I didn’t even try to hold back my sighs of pleasure as he pumped in and out of my tightness, relentlessly. My pleasure built and built and built. He brought his hand down between us and stroked my clit, his mouth found the delicate skin of my neck. I felt my orgasm flare out from my belly. I imagined light shooting out from my fingers and toes as he sucked my skin into his mouth at the same time as he released his own pleasure into my womb. I could feel his hips continuing to pump in and out as he shot himself into my welcoming body until finally he stilled and slowly toppled onto his side next to me.

“I love you, CeCe,” he murmured flipping onto his back

“What? You don’t,” I scoffed, staring at the ceiling. “We barely know each other.”

“I do though,” he whispered.

“That’s post-coital bliss talking, you doofus.”

“Maybe. But not only.”

“Well, I like you a lot, Connor. But I can’t say that I love you. Not yet.” We were laying next to each other so I reached out and gathered his hand in mine and twined our fingers together. “We don’t know all the ways we will drive each other up the wall. What if you hate my taste in music?”

“I don’t. I already know your taste in music. You like show tunes but can’t stand opera. You like 70s arena rock and bluegrass, but not metal. I learned all about what you like and what you don’t by playing trivia with you.”

“Well what about the fact that you have a dog and I have cats?”

“How do you know I have a dog,” he said, turning on his side to look at me. “Have you been cyber-stalking me,” he grinned.

“God, Connor! Everybody knows you have a dog.”

“Don’t you like dogs? I don’t love cats, but I don’t hate them either. How many do you have? You’re not a crazy cat lady or anything, are you?”

“No, I’m not a ‘crazy cat lady’. I follow the rule that goes ‘one cat per person, plus one’ so I have two,” I said, giggling. “And I like dogs just fine. I just don’t have room for one. My yard is tiny.”

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