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Another story where truth is the dominant force behind the tale. This story is about a beautiful woman who I had assumed was unattainable.

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1. In the beginning.

Her name was Emily. I didn’t know that in the beginning, of course. Back then she was the heartbreakingly cute girl that I saw on occasion around the apartment complex where I lived.

I was in the midst of a pity party that no one else was invited to, so the entire world was off limits for me. I had lost the love of my life almost a year earlier, and thought I had found the cure to my blues in the form of vodka. Very cheap vodka at that, buried in lemonade or seven up or anything else that could mask the smell and taste of the stuff.

I saw her up close for the first time in the laundry room of my building. She was coming in at the same time I was going out one day, and I held the door open for her as she struggled with her laundry basket.

I had only seen her from a distance previously and had figured her to be a student. Close up, she was no less attractive, but I guessed she was in her late twenties. Still too young for me, not to mention way out of my league in looks.

She looked like a combination of Goldie Hawn, Cathy Rigby and Peter Pan. Tiny! Even in her winter coat you could tell that she was really a little woman. Five foot tall if that.

Oh well, I thought to myself, she was still a very pleasant looking sight. The shy smile and gentle thank you she gave me in response to my opening the door warmed my heart in addition to other parts of my body. My life had sunk to where a hello from a woman was cause for celebration.

Time passed, and I began to try and time my trips to the laundry room so I could accidently run into her. One time I came into the laundry room while she was taking her clothes out of the dryer. I guess I startled her because a pair of white panties flew over the rim of her basket and slid to my feet.

“Uh… I don’t know what I should do here” I thought aloud as I looked down at the little drawers on the floor. “At least now I know how Tom Jones used to feel.”

Her face turned a beet red as she came over and snatched up the runaway panties, stuffing them into her coat pocket.

“I’m sorry” she said shyly.

“That’s okay” I said smiling. “I would offer the services of my washer to clean them again, but that might be a little too chummy, considering I don’t even know your name.”

“Oh that’s okay” she said while retaining the blush and picking up her laundry basket.

I stepped aside and held the door open for her.

“Emily. My name’s Emily.”

“David, Dave…” I stammered nervously. “Nice to meet you.”

Hey, it wasn’t much, but at least it was a start.

2. Coming or going.

One Sunday morning I woke up especially early and decided to take a walk to the store to pick up the New York City newspapers. It had snowed overnight and since I had nothing to do that day I figured I might as well do some reading.

The air was crisp and refreshing when I emerged from my apartment and started breaking the virgin ground of the unshoveled sidewalk. It had snowed about six inches during the night, and I was sorry it hadn’t waited another twenty four hours, because it would have been a good excuse to take a Monday off from work.

The heavy snow seemed to create a deafening silence all around, muffling the usual traffic noise and the like. The silence was abruptly shattered by the whine of car tires spinning in apparent futility down at the other end of the building.

I walked down the length of the sidewalk in time to see the frustrated motorist emerge from the car. I recognized the coat, even if the person was bundled up from head to toe.

“Good morning Emily” I said as I approached her. “Sounds like somebody’s stuck.”

She peeked out from beneath her hood and over her scarf to see who was giving her such useless information.

“Oh, good morning David” she said with a more upbeat tone than I could manage this early in the morning, and I wasn’t the one stuck in the snow.

“They’re kinda late with the plow today” I mentioned while again stating the obvious. “I can try and get you out of your parking space but you might not get very far.”

“Could you? Emily said hopefully. “I’ve got to be at church before nine o’clock.”

I mentally recoiled at the mention of church, much like a vampire shrinking from a crucifix. Church was what she was risking life and limb to get to? Nothing against faith, mind you, or the believing in something that bothers me, merely the institution.

I told her to get into the car and said I would try to help her out. The thought that I was assisting somebody so that she could kill herself getting to church was supplying all the anger I would need to push this car out. All for a church going, skinny little woman probably half my age that I had suddenly lost interest in.

As Emily hit the gas, I began rocking the car, and it only took a minute to push her out of the rut she was in and out into şerifali escort the driveway that circled the building. I waved to her as she swung the car around, and saw she was rolling the window down.

“Thank you so much David” Emily said.

“My pleasure Emily” I said. “Anything you need done that doesn’t require skill, like opening doors and pushing cars, give me a call.”

She laughed, a throaty and rather husky laugh for a woman her size. I did love her laugh.

“Would you like to come to my place for dinner tonight” she said with a world of uncertainty in her voice. “Sort of a way for me to say thank you?”

“No, that’s alright, it was no big deal” I said in response, and immediately felt bad when I saw the expression of hurt on her face.

She said okay and began rolling up her window. I lurched toward the car and motioned for her to stop.

“What time?”

“Around five or so?” Emily said with that cute smile returning to that adorable pixie face.

“I’ll be there” I told her, and watched her slip and slide down the driveway.

3. Dinner with Emily.

Not wanting to seem too anxious, I planned to wait until 5:01 to make my appearance at Emily’s apartment. My plan did not take into account the fact that I didn’t know which apartment was Emily’s. I was at the very end of the two story building that conatined sixteen apartments. I knew that Emily lived down at the opposite end. That narrowed it down to four possibilities, two on each floor.

The doors had names on the slots below the doorbells, but after checking all four of them I was still at a loss, since of course none of them said Emily, or even a first initial. Just last names. I looked at the window that was visible from the sidewalk, trying to get an idea from the decor.

I decided that the apartment upstairs and to the left was the most logical, having a girly window appearance, so I went up the slippery steps and rang the bell. So much for logic, as I rang the bell seven times with no response.

Now what? I eliminated the other upstairs apartment because the doormat did not have any snow on it. What a sleuth I was. Down the treacherous steps I went, almost much quicker than I wanted, as the light dusting of snow made the painted surface slick. Carrying a bottle of wine in the deep pocket on the inside of my coat was none too swift either, if I ever happened to take a tumble.

Two options left. I was tempted to yell out “EMILY!” like us kids used to do instead of knocking or ringing bells. Having exhausted my deductive reasoning powers, I resorted to the old stand-by, eeiny-meenie-minee-moe. I hadn’t used that in decades, but I had suspected that it was being used by the upper echelon at my workplace for important decisions, so why not me?

Moe happened to be the apartment on the right, so I rang the bell. The door opened in a moment, and some strange smells washed over me as I stood there face to face with a gentleman of Asian descent who I had seen around the complex from time to time. I didn’t know his name, but he wasn’t Emily.

I apologized profusely and stepped over to the other door, ringing the bell with confidence. The door swung open and Emily stood there smiling.

“Hi David, I thought you might have changed your mind” Emily said while letting me in. Much more familiar smells ruled in this apartment, picky eater that I am noted, and I took my shoes off in the doorway.

“I would have been here about ten minutes ago, but I didn’t know which apartment was yours” I said sheepishly.

“Oh God, I’m sorry, I just assumed you knew” Emily said while taking my coat. “I know where you live.”

“You do?” I asked, rather surprised that she would know. Emily blushed as she hung my coat in her closet after I extracted the bottle from it. I had come to the conclusion that Emily tended to blush quite a bit, and I found it fetching indeed.

“Oh, I guess that didn’t come out right” Emily said.

“No, I think it came out great!” I said while following her into the apartment’s living area, which was very tastefully furnished. She had her fireplace going, which gave the place a homey feel. Romantic too?

“I’ve seen you on your patio filling your bird feeder” Emily said.

“Oh, too bad. I was hoping you had been stalking me” I joked. “I like to fatten the birds up before I shoot them. That’s my excuse for the feeder.”

Chicken was on the menu for tonight, and I was relieved that I wouldn’t have to try and choke down one of the many things I loathed eating. I showed Emily the bottle of wine I had brought, and asked her if she would like to have it with dinner.

“I didn’t know if you were a prohibitionist or not” I said. “Do you approve?”

“Sure, I’d like a glass of wine with dinner” Emily said. “I haven’t done that in a while. Only one glass though, because any more than that and I get wacky.”

“In that case, don’t bother to use a glass” I suggested. “Drink it right out of the bottle so I can get silivri escort entertainment along with dinner.

Emily blushed.

4. Dinner and beyond.

I watched with interest as Emily put the finishing touches on dinner, declining my offer for help. She was wearing a bulky sweater, which gave no clue as to what was underneath, but the black stretch pants she wore certainly displayed her cute little butt to its best advantage, and gave me reason to believe she had nice legs too.

The dinner went very well, as I managed to avoid making a fool of myself by not knocking things over. Emily was a fine cook and although she was shy at first, she soon relaxed and proved herself a great conversationalist as well. We seemed to be two shy people who both seemed to be in rather desperate need of someone to talk to. After dinner, we went to the living room and sat on the couch with the rest of the wine, talking up a storm in front of the fire.

I gave Emily a Readers Digest version of my life thus far, concluding with my ill-fated relationship with Becky last year. When I looked up from my wine glass I saw Emily was crying. Tears flowed down her cheeks and her hands were shaking. This certainly wasn’t my intention, and I felt like an idiot bringing her down like that.

“I’m sorry Emily,” I said. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“It’s not your fault David,” Emily said as she scurried off and searched for a tissue.

Good grief, what the hell have I done, and what’s up with her I thought to myself. Either I’m a hell of a storyteller or she’s got problems of her own.

Emily returned after a few minutes somewhat more composed, and sat next to me on the couch, wringing a soggy fistful of tissues in her tiny hands.

“Sorry, it’s just that…, I know what you’re going through” Emily said. “I hate when people say that, but I do know.”

I hate when people say that too. Turns out this time she was right.

5. All about Emily.

Emily’s story…

“When I was in grade school, sixth grade, I had a boy in my class who would always tease me. He was awful, always picking on me and making fun of me. I hated him with a passion. As the year went on, I stopped hating him. My the end of the school year, I had made up my mind. I loved Billy and I knew that one day I would marry him.”

“He was the only boy in the world for me. We were inseparable all through high school, and although we would have our little fights from time to time, we always came back together. We went to college together, and after we graduated, we got married. I was twenty two years old and he was the only guy I had ever kissed, you know, really kissed.”

“Our marriage was wonderful, and we knew we would have a wonderful life together. We were both involved in community theatre, and we loved being in plays together. We wanted kids, but I was told that I would have a lot of trouble becoming pregnant, not to mention not likely being able to carrying a child to term, because of my size and everything.”

“The doctors were right, because I couldn’t, even though we sure tried like crazy to make it happen. Finally after a few years we resigned ourselves to the fact that it wasn’t going to be. I felt so guilty about it, but Billy was so understanding, even though I knew how much he wanted to be a father.”

“We decided that we would adopt a child, and we got the wheels in motion for that. It’s an excruciating process, but we were getting close to making it happen. One night Billy was working overtime again, trying to make sure that our adoption wouldn’t be slowed down because of money problems, and on his way home some drunk ran through a stop sign and t-boned him at an intersection. They said he probably never saw or felt what hit him, the guy was going so fast. The drunk was able to climb out of his car afterward and walk away.”

6. Afterward.

Emily retreated into her bathroom after that, which was just as well because now I was having trouble keeping myself together as well. By the time she came out, I was alright, and she was smiling a little through reddened eyes.

“I guess you do know how I feel” I offered meekly.

“We’re a couple of real cheerful folks aren’t we?” Emily said while giggling and sniffling simultaneously.

“Hey, there’s no reason to not let it out every once in a awhile” I responded. “It’s been nine months and it still feels like yesterday to me.”

“Time doesn’t help all that much David, at least for me it hasn’t” Emily said. “Fourteen years and counting for me.”

“Wow, that gives me something to look… what did you say?” I asked in disbelief. “Fourteen years? How old… I’m sorry, that’s rude. Oh hell, exactly how old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Forty five” Emily said quietly.

I looked at her in shock and awe, absolutely stunned at this revelation. I was incapable of speech and just sat there with my mouth open, no doubt looking much like an addled primate.

“I know, I get that a lot” şirinevler escort Emily offered. “I got carded for a bottle of wine a couple years ago.”

We compared birthday information and I informed her that I was exactly seven months her senior.

“I probably look old enough to be your father” I told her honestly. “I would have guessed you to be around twenty six. So, what have you been doing the last fourteen years that can account for the fact that you haven’t aged a bit. You must not have done anything stressful, like getting involved in relationships” I said joking.

“One” Emily said. “I’d rather not talk about it.”

Judging by the tone of her voice, she wasn’t kidding, so I changed the topic to some lighter topics. I delighted in making her laugh, and she was pretty easy in that regard. We had such a good time that I was startled when I happened to look up at the wall and saw that it was almost eleven o’clock.

“Oh, I’m sorry, me sitting here babbling away like this, and on a school night too!” I said laughing. “I still hate Sunday nights, even now.”

“Me too! No, I loved tonight, really” Emily said, and I could tell she meant it. I didn’t think this lady would be able to tell a lie, as her emotions were so easy to read by her face alone.

I walked to the door and put my shoes on while Emily got my coat.

“Lucky I don’t have too far to go” I said looking out at the snow being blown around by a nasty wind that had come up since I had gotten there. How lucky was it really, I thought to myself, because it would be interesting to spend the night with her.

“Be careful David” Emily said while fixing the twisted collar of my coat. I took a deep inhale of her sweet scent as she got near me, as a souvenir to take with me. Now what to do?

“Um, would you be at all interested in going out with me, on a date or something” I stuttered lamely. “Maybe next Friday?”

“I’d like that David” Emily said with a big smile and a little blush.

“Great!” I said with much relief.

I reached my hand out and Emily put her hand into it, her little hand disappearing in my meaty paw. I gave it a little shake and, just for the hell of it, raised it up to my lips and kissed the back of her hand. Soft, smooth skin that triggered an immediate erection. How long had it been?

Emily blushed and bounced up on her tippytoes, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

“Bye David! Thank you for coming” she said with a chipper voice, as I headed down the fifty feet to my apartment.

“Goodnight Emily” I yelled into the wind that took my breath away.

The aching in my loins was something I would have to take care of after I got inside, because I could not fall asleep if I didn’t, but it was sure nice to have to do that for a reason other than boredom.

7. The evolution of Emily and David.

That was how it began, and we seemed to hit it off right from the start. We had our date that next Friday, which went well, and I invited Emily to my place for dinner the next night.

I impressed Emily with my housekeeping as well as my cooking, making a pasta dish with chicken that had worked so well in the past. After dinner we ended up on my couch in front of the fire. Emily noticed the painting hanging prominently in the living room.

“Who’s that?” Emily said of the woman pictured coming out of the pool. “Did you paint that?”

“God no!” I said. “I can’t draw a straight line with a ruler. That’s Becky, and it was painted by a friend of hers.”

“It’s beautifully done” Emily said. “She’s beautiful too.”

Emily seemed rather intimidated by the image, and while it isn’t a graphic picture, it makes no attempt to hide Becky’s abundant and natural beauty.

We made out a little on the couch, and I discovered that Emily was a really fine kisser, despite her tiny lips. She put a lot into it too, which really excited me as well, and after a few minutes of this my hand went up to try to explore what Emily was hiding under her sweater.

No dice. She caught my hand as it headed toward her sweater treasures and held tightly onto it before putting it down on her thigh. A couple more attempts were rebuffed later as well, as she displayed the quickness and agility of a goaltender, and the night ended soon after as Emily announced that she had to get up early to go to church. It seemed she was helping to decorate something for whatever reason.

I walked her home and went back to my place to do a little decorating of my own, managing to pump out a copious amount of semen all over myself and the bed, so much so that a change of bedding and a shower was necessary.

Just to make sure that sleep would not be a problem, I left another deposit in the shower, before going to bed with dreams of Emily letting me under that sweater. I felt like a kid again, but the important thing was that I was feeling something.

8. Shopping with Emily.

One Saturday afternoon, Emily was going over to the mall and I invited myself along. We walked the halls, with me feeling so proud to be seen in the company of such a gorgeous woman that it made me forget how much I hated malls.

We passed a large mirror in a store front, and I had to laugh at the sight of us side by side. Not only was it beauty and the beast, it was King Kong and Fay Wray, as the difference in my 6’2″ frame and Emily’s maybe five foot nothing, was almost comical.

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“That’s it, I’m out,” said Elise as she threw her controller on the couch and walked to the fridge.

“Yo, grab me another beer. I have to keep loose in order to beat your shitty score,” said Alex with a smile, throwing his empty beer can in the garbage.

“Take it easy on the beers Alex. I’m not letting you crash here again. I got too much crap from my boyfriend last time.”

“He’s a dick anyways, especially the way he treats you. You should find a man that respects you.”

“Do you have any suggestions?”

Alex just looked at her and rolled his eyes. Elise smiled but inside she was dying. She knew her boyfriend was a jerk and she should dump his sorry ass, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

“So, what’s your K/D on this match,” she asked, trying to steer the conversation away from her boyfriend.

“Apparently you didn’t get me my beer quick enough. I’m 12/20 and the match is over.”

“Maybe you should stick to drinking water like the rest of us who aren’t trying to kill our livers.”

“Well maybe you should find a man who isn’t afraid to put his dick in you.”

There was silence for the longest time. Alex had thrown a low punch and Elise was having a hard time recovering. She had sworn him to secrecy about her boyfriend’s multiple excuses as to why he couldn’t have sex with her. It wasn’t like they were virgins, they had tesettürlü escort done it be on several occasions. But over the past two years Elise felt like they had grown apart. All he ever did was work, eat, and sleep. Even on his off days sex was treated like a taboo. Elise felt so neglected and the fact that Alex was making fun of it was too much. Hot tears began to flood her face as she sat there, unable to say anything. She jumped a little when she felt Alex sit down and put his arm around her.

“Hey there, don’t cry. I was just joking. I’m sorry. I know that was a terrible joke and I shouldn’t have gone there, okay? Please stop crying. I can deal with everyone else’s tears but not yours.”

“You’re an asshole, you know that. I’ve told you how awful I feel and how much it hurts to have him treat me like just some object, but I won’t have you in my apartment making me feel worse. Just leave.”

“Are you for real Elise,” Alex asked, removing his arm and standing up.

“I’m for real, just go. I don’t want to deal with this right now.”

“No, I’m not going,” Alex said as he began to take off his shirt, “That is just your problem, you never want to deal with anything that life throws at you. You won’t dump your piece of shit boyfriend, you won’t ask for a raise at work, and you won’t even türbanlı escort report hackers when we are playing video games. I am tired of trying to get this through your head with talk. So now, you’ve given me no choice but to fuck it into you.

Elise just stared as Alex unbuttoned his pant and pushed them down along with his boxers. His dick was ready to go, its seven inches standing proud and tall.

“Alex, you know I can’t…” Elise started but then Alex grabbed her and lifted her shirt above her head.

“Admit it, you’ve thought I was hot since day one. I see the way you look at me when we hang out together. I’m going to show you how a real man treats his woman.”

Elise didn’t say anything else but just nodded and unbuttoned her shorts, slid them down, and stepped out of them. Alex growled his approval and grabbed her, spun her around, and put his dick against her ass as he undid her bra.

Feeling him rub against her ass made her super horny and she rubbed her ass against him, going in slow circles that made him harder. He pinched and squeezed her nipples, making her groan with pleasure.

Then, quick as a flash, she was bent over the couch, her pussy high in the air for him to see in all its glory. This was what she needed, a good fucking.

Alex slid his dick up and down tüyap escort her pussy, teasing her clit with it and making her frustrated that he wouldn’t just go ahead and put it in. He laughed at her angry sigh and suddenly he shoved his whole dick in her until his balls met her ass.

Elise had never felt so full in her life as she had at this moment and began thrusting with him, making each stroke go deeper and deeper inside of her. Before she knew it, an orgasm was building inside of her like she had never felt. It was like a liquid fire in her pussy and suddenly she exploded all over his cock.

Alex then grabbed her hips and began pumping furiously into her, his balls slapping her so hard she just knew that it would leave bruises. He then plunged himself as deep as he could into her and released his seed, the warm liquid dripping inside her and coating her vagina thoroughly.

Alex pulled his softening dick out of her and grinned. Elise’s mind was spinning from the magnificent fucking she had just gotten. It changed her perspective on quite a few things. Quickly she began to get dressed and soon she had her car keys in hand and was halfway out the door when Alex, who had managed to put his boxer on, caught her arm.

“Where in the hell are you going,” he asked as she stood their tapping her foot impatiently.

“I’m going to make my life better, in more ways than one. You stay here. I’ll be back in about an hour. I expect another great fucking when I come back to keep me going”.

“You can count on me,” Alex said laughing as he plopped on the couch and grabbed the controller. “I’ll be here working on my K/D until you get back with that perfect pussy of yours.”

“You’re a great friend, be back soon”.

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Morgan Fletcher fled to the south of England to seek revival, staying with his maternal grandmother and husband.

He’d been squeezed dry by his demanding job as new business manager for an ailing firm manufacturing sanitary disposal units for workplace toilets while socially attempting to anally satisfy his new stepmother as well as performing like a stallion for his egocentric girlfriend who stuck to him like a leech.

Although now married, Dottie claimed she was being sexually neglected, with her husband recovering from a tsunami-type honeymoon of wall-to-wall sex and that the onslaught of post-honeymoon depression. He’d horrified her by declaring that having sex once or perhaps twice a week was more than enough for anyone.

Morgan had become so fatigued he felt as if his teeth were ready to fall out and although he was only twenty-eight he was walking not unlike a geriatric ex-horseman.

He received medical treatment for something diagnosed as gross penile over-use, resigned from his job and snuck away without saying goodbye to his dad and his over-sexed stepmother and the clinging girlfriend who refused to be dumped.

His grandparents Agnes and William met him at Haywards Heath in West Sussex and notified his father he was in their care. When they’d headed from the station to a nearby village Morgan began imagining feeling the therapeutic bliss of knowing he was in the middle of nowhere whilst still being in England.

Driving the 21-year old Land Rover not unlike a tank commander through the conquered countryside of submissive peasantry, Agnes asked, “This over-stress you mother has told me you suffer from, is it long-lasting?”

Neither she nor her grandson heard William, a retired veterinarian mutter the symptoms at a glance appeared to be sleep deprivation and over-stimulation of self-inflicted masturbation.

“No grandma. According to the psychologist, three weeks of rural tranquillity in health-promoting sunshine ought to recharge batteries, so to speak.

“What sunshine?” grumbled his grandfather.

“Is your mother taking good care of her health?” Agnes asked and that on-going level of conversation convinced Morgan he was being inculcated in the near moronic environment of folksy sub-existence that would allow his spent body to rejuvenate itself.

“You can’t have your old room as we now have a maid who sleeps there.”

“Thank Christ for that,” her grandson murmured as the tank rumbled through the countryside with remarkable agility considering the incompetence of the driver and the vehicle’s state of mechanical neglect.

“No you’ll sleep above the stables that we have leased out,” William said, adding with authority he’d liberally applied rodent poison and therefore his grandson should not eat off the floor.

“There’s no heating apart from that emitted from the two horses that should warm your room above them by half of a degree,” said his grandmother as if she possessed vision.

As a boy Morgan had suspected that his gran was a Sussex witch because her pointy, narrow and prominent jawline was very similar to those witches in his boyhood birthday and Christmas story books that had frightened him shitless.

They walked into the kitchen and Morgan saw a sight for sore eyes; god his eyes were sore.

A woman was bent over the coal range displaying the traditional sturdy arse of üsküdar escort a Sussex woman and when she stood and turned carrying a tray of hot fresh scones he could see that her chest was the same size of her arse, also a standout feature of many Sussex females.

“Omigod this under-fed specimen is your grandson” she commented. “He looks as if he’d collapse if he so much as took two pulls of his dick. Will you have three hot buttered scones darling?”

Morgan collapsed on to a chair at the table, nodding to the motherly female who looked no older than perhaps twenty-two.

Her name was Emma and as she led Morgan to the loft above the two splendid looking horses, going up the ladder access ahead of him. He kept his eyes lowered, fearing that the sight of the white of her upper thighs could trigger him into some type of relapse.

“I’ve made this horrid room as comfortable as I could for you,” she said. “Here allow me to undress you; you appear exhausted.

“No.”

“Now listen here Morgan, you pleaded with me to buy coffee because you detest tea and I agreed. In return I expect you to cooperate with me.”

She undressed him and held out his flaccid dick for closer inspection.

“This is the biggest one I’ve ever seen. You’ll be interested to learn both horses are mares.”

Morgan was horrified.

He knew that buggery and lesbian behaviour existed in Sussex although nothing like it was in previous centuries but had always assumed only riders and Canadian police mounted their horses and now Emma was implying there was a more intimate associated between man and horse.

“Oh no, sex was rearing its ugly head sooner than expected.

He collapsed on to the bed and Emma said she would fetch a bowl of soapy water to wash his face. She went off to get the water from the house rather than cold water from the horses’ drinking trough.

Morgan awoke to find Emma sponging his face with one hand and her other hand clutched his reproductive gear.

“Excuse me to touching you intimately but you balls obviously required warming; they appeared cold and dead.”

He went to protest but she reminded him she’d promised to buy coffee.

God she was a manipulative bitch.

Falling asleep Morgan was dimly aware of Emma bending over to suck his dick but smiled grimly, knowing it would be unable to rise to the occasion.

Not long after dawn he heard the horses talking, or it seemed like that. He was standing nude at the bench that really was only a plank, drinking cold water from a container that Emma had left for him when he saw a woman’s head and then body come into view at the top of the access ladder.

“Oh hi,” she smiled. “I’m Mrs Gibbs. “I knew that you were to arrive late yesterday. You have a big cock. Oh god what am I saying? I’m sorry for being so rude.”

Morgan sighed thinking oh no, not another one-track-thinking woman.

“It’s okay, I gathered you were just trying to sound friendly and as I’m not wearing clothes you couldn’t have said you liked my shirt.”

“Thanks for being understanding; I really embarrassed myself. Would you like coffee?”

“Oh god Mrs Gibbs, you wonderful angel.”

“Steady on old chap,” the 40-year old said sounding a little alarmed.

“Oh sorry; it’s just that I’ve been almost seventeen hours yenibosna escort without coffee.”

“Oh you poor darling, I understand. I get like that if I go more than three nights without sex. Oh god what am I saying?”

“Um telling me you are a normal healthy woman?”

“Oh yes, how understanding. Please call me Irene. I was told your name is Morgan.”

“Yes and Irene please call me that. Um coffee?”

“Yes I’ll fetch it. Meanwhile please put on your underpants so that I can concentrate on conversation.”

Morgan tucked his dick away and sighed, thinking his flight from the city to escape excessive sex seemed to be coming unstuck. His grandmother had said she could provide him with all ‘the bedfellows’ he required once he was ‘back on line’. Her maid was anxious to nobble him and down below where he would sleep were two frisky mares and their oft-visiting 40-year old female rider who appeared she wasn’t betting the husbandly attention she required.

Oh god.

* * *

For the first two days following Morgan’s arrival on the farm that was leased out for grazing dairy cows, Emma had arrived mid-morning with a pail of soapy warm water and gave him a bed-bath, saying his grandmother ordered him to stay in bed for two days.

She soaped his dick and to Morgan’s relief she didn’t fist it.

But when she turned him over and massaged his buttocks and then stroked a finger down the crack she asked, “Do you feel any stirring?”

“Nope.”

She pulled his feet apart and wormed a soapy finger into his anus and asked did he feel any stirring?”

“Nope.”

“But I do.”

He heard the sound of clothing being removed and then felt the mass of a warm tit behind his left knee and it appeared to reach almost up to his bum.

“What about now?”

“Nothing.”

“The finger returned to his anus and burrowed deeper and then was joined by another finger. He relaxed and felt the fingers widen his arsehole.

“What about now?”

“Yes there’s a slight stirring.”

“Then that’s enough for now. Gosh you have a lovely compact arse; I feel almost ready to cum just looking at it. As these sessions continue, with Mrs Metcalf (grandma) briefing me what to do, will you mind if I progresses to be licking your butt and even tonguing over your arsehole?”

“No providing this is necessary as part of my rejuvenation.”

“Yeah it’s definitely an official part of your therapy and I’ll probably become more than rejuvenated as well. Has that Mrs Gibbs had her hands on you yet?”

“No and is that something coming?”

“I’d say probably. That woman will patiently work on your progressively until she finally lures you into banging her until she gushes That woman has a half-randy husband and a randy lover but still seems unsatisfied.”

“Will you be jealous if I um… and Mrs Gibbs?”

“No providing I get first use of your morning erection when they return naturally.”

“That’s a deal.”

“Right a cup of coffee coming up.”

* * *

On the third morning Morgan went over to the farmhouse for breakfast and was greeted warmly.

Agnes kissed him and then slapped both sides of his face hard and crowed “That’s brought even more colour back into your checks. You looked like someone straight off the undertaker’s table zeytinburnu escort when you arrived here.”

William said Morgan was looking better and whispered “Lay off flaying your dick for as long as you can.”

Agnes asked “Are you looking forward to the day you’ll mate with that promiscuous Mrs Gibbs?”

“I haven’t thought about it,” Morgan lied.

“There’s no need to lie to me Morgan,” said his grandmother, proving she had the powers of a witch. “We’ll go to the farmer’s market this morning and it will be crowded, allowing you to sneakily rub up against all the breasts and pussy you wish.”

“Why?”

“Because I believe such natural behaviour is part of your progress toward total rejuvenation.”

“Oh okay then.”

Emma asked, “May I have him rub against my tits and pussy Mrs Metcalf?”

“Of course but refrain from pushing him along; he needs to set the pace.”

Eight mornings after his arrival Morgan awoke to find he was sporting a dawn erection.

Omigod!

He felt so light-headed about it he didn’t take advantage of the situation. However at breakfast Morgan whispered to Emma that morning at dawn his erection had returned.

“Omigod,” she yelled and pulling Morgan’s chair from the table she turned it and dropped to her knees and in front of the astonished Metcalf’s she pulled out his dick and began slobbering over it.

“Has his erection returned?” his grandma asked.

Because Emma had her mouth full Morgan had to answer for her.

“Yes at dawn this morning,” Morgan said proudly.

“Oooh isn’t that lovely, Agnes said to William. “It’s a red letter day for this household.”

“Eh?” William said, disgusted by the scene acting out in front of him. He appeared ready to vomit over his fried bread and greasy fried eggs.

Morgan lay back in his chair, wearing a fat smile and waiting to be stimulated to produce a gusher. Emma was tiring and grandma got down on to her creaky knees and took over and this change was unnoticed by Morgan.

When he felt his balls boil and knew a gusher was on the way he thought he’d not warn Emma to pull her mouth clear as she deserved a treat after caring for him each morning.

He opened his eyes to stare straight at his grandmother working her mouth and hand in great coordination like a pro.

It was too late to pull away to ejaculate over her head

He watched helplessly as Agnes half-drowned in a torrent of semen.

The thick cream surplus gushed down both sides of her mouth and Angles coughed and spluttered and then smiled triumphantly.

“William did you see me take the lot,” she cried before spitting to clear her mouth.

That intimate moment to share was lost because her husband was outside spreading his breakfast across the lawn.

At 5:30 next morning Morgan felt sharp teeth around the helmet of his cock. What the fuck?”

“Is that you Irene?”

“Yes,” she said from under the sheet. “My intensely anticipated moment has arrived. Emma blabbed to me your ability to produce erections had returned and she’d blabber about this to some of the local villages and so I left my marital bed an hour early to ensure I got to you first.”

“Okay but don’t leave me out of this Irene. Get your pussy over my mouth and we’ll indulge in a juicy sixty-nine.”

And so Morgan’s return to good health continued and he was no longer embarrassed staying with his grandparents now that his Agnes had promised not to connect sexually with him again.

William had shaken Morgan’s hand after Grandma Agnes made that commitment and William had whispered to Morgan, “Boy you did well as I believe every woman needs to take a full mouthful at least once in her life.”

The End

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Writers note: This is the seventh chapter of my story about an affair with a lady named Pam. All the events here actually happened. For those of you that have been following the story, I apologize for the delay in getting this chapter posted, but I’ve been busy with some other projects as well. I have had a few questions as to how I can remember in detail how these events happened. First I have all of my ICQ message history from our chats saved that part has been easy. Second, my proofreader has an pretty good memory about all that happened as well. But enough about that. Our bathroom play continues in here. I always appreciate all the comments received and I want to thank all that have read the story so far. There will be three more chapters after this one, so the story is far from over. There is still much to be told.

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After the wonderful Saturday morning we had spent together I was really looking forward to talking with Pam on Monday. I know it’s a cliche, but I really could not get enough of her. Every time we were together the feelings got stronger and stronger and the sex was getting all the better because of it.

Monday morning she was late getting on line. It was around 9:45 when she finally did. I sent her a long kiss and after a few seconds she sent one back.

“How are you today?” she asked.

“I’m doing fine my love, and you?” I asked back.

“Okay,” was her answer.

“Just okay?” I sent.

She said, “I didn’t sleep real good last night.”

Getting a little concerned, I asked, “is there a problem?”

Taking longer to reply than she usually did, she finally said, “it’s nothing. I’ll tell you about on Wednesday.”

“Well if you are this tired, you should try get a nap in before you go to work,” I said.

“Yeah, I guess you are right,” she replied. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Kisssssssssssssss,” I wrote.

“Kiss,” was all she sent back and then went off line.

I was worried at that point. She was never like this and I could feel that something wasn’t right with her. I figured she must have had a fight over the weekend with her husband that didn’t go real well. But until she felt like talking about, there was nothing I could do. Monday also was the anniversary of the death of a girl I had dated a long time ago and it was always a very sad day for me. I went on about the business of the day, but I can’t say that I enjoyed any of it.

Tuesday morning she was on at her usual time and sent me a long kiss, which I returned.

“I’m sorry about the way I acted yesterday,” she wrote.

I replied, “you have nothing to apologize to me for, my love. I’m just worried about you.”

“It’s nothing,” she wrote back, which I knew wasn’t the truth, but then she changed the subject and wrote, “So what little tricks do you have planned from your book of kinky for tomorrow? Just so I know what to study up on!” and sent a smiley.

I said, “I haven’t really thought about it. I’ve been too busy making deposits to my sperm bank so I can last the whole morning,” and send a smiley back.

It took a few seconds before she wrote, “Oh my God. I really had to think about that one!” She followed up with, “put a couple of extra ones in for ME!” and again sent a smiley. Whatever had been bugging her, it at least wasn’t dragging her sense of humor down.

I sent a smiley back and said, “you can be sure of that!”

“Its going to be nasty out tomorrow,” she wrote. The weather forecast was for a cold and rainy day.

“We will just have to bring our own sunshine.” I replied.

“I know you will my dearest,” she wrote and followed with a long kiss.

I replied with the same and then said, “I’m going to have to get going soon, I have a call to go out on this morning. They wanted me there first thing but I wanted to make sure that you were all right.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” she said, “but thank you.” Then followed with, “I love you.”

“I love you,” I answered. “Tomorrow morning can’t get here soon enough.”

“I know my dear,” she wrote, “I will be thinking of you all day.”

“Kisssssssssssssss,” I sent.

“Kisssssssssssssss,” she sent back and disconnected without one of her smart little final comments.

But I was still worried about what was going on with her as I went out on my call and for the rest of the day as well. Wednesday as predicted was cold and rainy. I got the room early, turned up the heat and pulled the covers off of the bed. I left the curtains open till I saw her pull up, then I closed them and opened the door just as she got there. She walked in and as I closed the door, she turned and without a word, pulled me into a long deep kiss. Then we hugged cheek to cheek for a long time.

She pulled her head back, looked me in the eye for another minute, then said quietly but with a big smile, “I really hope you are ready for some fun today, because I am!”

I smiled and laughed a little. She turned and headed over to the chair that we always tuzla escort dropped our clothes on. Setting her purse down on the lamp table that was next to it, she peeled off her coat. Her back was turned to me, but I could see that like once before, she hadn’t worn her slip under her sheer blouse. But the big surprise came as she slowly turned and faced me. The blouse was so sheer that her breasts were completely visible. But today, she had left the blouse unbuttoned and had pulled the front tails open so that the sides of her breasts were visible. Looking lower I saw that the denim skirt that she always wore was only buttoned at the waist and her pubes were clearly showing through the gap.

“WOW!” I said, “somebody must be feeling really naughty today.”

She didn’t say anything. She just walked back over to me and as she placed her arms around my neck, she pulled me into another deep and long kiss. About half way through that, I brought my left hand down and started slowly running my fingers through the soft and thick patch of her pubes.

She laid her cheek tightly against mine and I heard her whisper, “please make me cum. I need it so bad.”

Without any hesitation I slid my fingers deep inside her. She was so damn wet it’s a wonder that there wasn’t a spot on the back of her skirt from sitting on it while driving. I played in the wetness a little then brought the tip of my middle finger to her clit. I pressed down hard and started working it fast. It was only a matter of seconds before she climaxed. She didn’t make a sound other than her breaths. I kept rubbing her clit and again, I felt her tighten up and start to shake a little as another orgasm, stronger than the first one, took a hold of her. I was going to stop at that point but she still held me tight so once again, I helped her climb over that special peak of love. As that one passed, I slid my hand back out to her pubes.

As my fingertips again, lightly stoked the soft hair and touched her skin I heard her whisper, “I love you so damn much.”

I whispered back, “I love you too Pam.”

She started gently rocking me back and forth as if we were dancing without moving our feet. I could tell that something was going on with her. But I figured she would tell me when she was ready. I moved my hand up and undid the button at the top of her skirt. I just let it slide down to the floor. I slid my hands back to her ass cheeks and gently squeezed and played with them. As I did that she pulled her head back, kissed me and at the same time, she brought her arms around and unbuttoned my shirt. When she was done, she pulled it free of my pants and slid her hands to my breasts. She started lightly playing with them and I moved my hands off of her ass and up to her breasts as well. I kicked my shoes off and as I did that, she slid my shirt off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I could feel her unbuttoning the cuffs of her blouse and when she was finished, I peeled that off of her. She reached down and undid my belt and the top catch on my pants. I could hear the zipper as she slowly opened it. She slid her hands under the elastic of my underwear and pushed them and my pants down to the floor. She had bent over and as she worked them free of my legs, she slid my socks off at the same time. As she straightened up I could feel her one hand sliding up my leg to my balls.

She felt them for a little while and said with a big smile, “I hope you made a lot of deposits to your sperm bank,” and then kissed me. We stood there for while like that, kissing all the while. I was running my hands slowly up and down her back and over her ass cheeks. She alternated between lightly playing with my balls and my cock. Finally, she laid her cheek against mine and whispered, “love me.”

I whispered back, “I do and I will.”

We broke the embrace and got on the bed. She lay on her back and opened her legs up. I got down between them and first kissed, then licked my way up both legs. Planting my face down at her cunt, I started eating her softly and slowly. I would start building her up a little and then slow back down. I was there easily five minutes enjoying the sweet wetness that was flowing from inside of her.

I heard her softly ask, “you aren’t going to be mean to me are you?”

I didn’t say anything, I just started licking harder and a little faster from her cunt to her clit and then back again. When I felt her getting close to the edge, I went straight to her click and sucked and licked it hard. She tensed up, her legs clamped around my head and she climaxed hard.

“Oh my God!” she moaned softly but sharply, “oh my God!” as she rode through the pleasure.

I went back to a gentle licking of her cunt as she came down from that one. My hands had been playing with her pubes. I moved those up to her breasts. I gently licked and kissed for another 5 minutes or so before bringing her to another powerful climax.

As she was settling down from that, ucuz escort I heard her say, “I want you.”

I replied “one more my love, one more.”

And again I repeated the cycle, except this time, I moved my right hand down and slid my index finger into her ass. This time the buildups were a lot stronger and a lot faster.

Finally as the orgasm grabbed her, I heard her yell, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” as she shook violently from the power of it.

Giving her cunt one final kiss, and sliding my finger out of her still twitching asshole, I slowly kissed my way up her body, pausing to lightly suck on each breast. She slid her hand down as I moved my face to hers. She took hold of my cock at the base and placed it at the entrance to her cunt. I gave a few short pushes and then with her still holding it, I buried it hard and fast completely in her.

“Oh yes!” she exclaimed as she pulled her hand out and wrapped both of her arms around my neck.

I was in no hurry that morning. I screwed her fast and I screwed her slow. I’d bring her to an orgasm and then would go back to a slow gentle screwing motion. I could have come with a few of the right strokes but I just decided that this one was going to be a long ride. I have no idea of how many times she climaxed.

Finally as she was building to another one, she said, “I want your love. Please give me your love.”

I kissed her hard and started screwing with the kind of stroke that I knew would bring things to a end. She knew what I was getting close and held back her climax as well. Finally I reached the peak and with a hard shove that went as deep as I could get into her, I shot the first blast of sperm inside of her.

“YES!” she screamed as she climaxed at the same time, then “YES! YES!” as she felt each throb of my cock.

I stopped moving and just stayed as deep as I could inside of her. I looked her in the eyes. I saw them start to water and she started crying. I watched for a few seconds and she pulled my head down so that our cheeks were touching. At the same time she brought her legs up and tightly clamped them around my ass. We lay there like that for at least 5 minutes as she sobbed and cried.

I asked in a whisper, “Pam, what is wrong? What is going on?”

She sobbed again and just lay there crying. Finally she said in between sobs, “Sunday night at supper my husband announced that that he got a big promotion. He is going to be a plant manager.”

I said “okay.”

She continued, “the plant is out in Ohio. Seven hours from here. He promised me years ago that he would not apply for any promotions that involved moving without at least talking to me first,” and she started crying hard again.

I was kind of in the middle at that point. As the saying goes, been there, done that. I had worked for a large corporation and I had played the promotion game as well. But all of them had been within a reasonable driving distance from where we were living at the time so it was no big deal. Except for the last one. I got the call on Dec 24th at 4:00 PM. The district sales manager told me to meet him at 8:30 AM on Dec 26th at a store that was two hours away. He was a very driven and vindictive type and had I said no, I would have been out the door within a matter of months. I wound up getting an apartment down there and drove home on weekends for 9 months until we got a house in that area and finally moved. And it wasn’t 6 months after we had moved that they wanted me to take a different location, this one in Brooklyn NY. But I turned that one down because it was financial suicide in my book. It set me back a few notches on the up and coming list, but by then, I didn’t care. My wife also hated the fact that we had to move and it became the source of a lot of problems between us. Problems that even after I left the company and we had moved back to this area, had not gone away.

I half said and half asked, “they probably needed someone in a hurry?”

Her eyes glared and in an angry voice she said, “oh no! I talked to one of the other office wives and her husband told her that he had been after this job for months! MONTHS! And he didn’t TELL ME! He wanted to SURPRISE ME!”

I said softly, “calm down Pam, please?”

She took a few deep breaths and said, “oh and he is going to be making so much money that I won’t have to work.” She started crying again and added, “I never once complained about working. I like my job. This is not fair. He is taking me away from my friends and my family.” Then her voice softened and she finished with, “and you.”

“Pam,” I said, “you know we will never have anything more than this,” and pointed around the room.

“I know that,” she replied and then despite all the turmoil she was in, she managed a little smile and said, “but I was hoping if I offered to chip in a couple of bucks, we could go someplace a little nicer.” I laughed a little at that. She kissed me and said quietly, “even if we met once ümraniye escort or twice a month.” Then getting loud again she said, “Damn it! It’s just not fair.”

I was kind of lost as to what to say. I thought for a few seconds and said, “it’s going to take some time until you find a house out there and get moved.”

Her eyes lit up in anger again and she said, “oh no. He’s already picked out HIS house. He said it’s available immediately and that the company will help with the moving and the mortgage costs. Next week,” and she sobbed again, “we are supposed to drive out there and sign the papers to get it all started.” She started crying harder and in between her sobs, “he wants to move by the middle of December so we can enjoy Christmas in our new home. His new home, not mine!”

It was the first week of November already so I could see why she was so upset. “What about your son?” I asked her. She had told me he was a senior in high school.

Again her eyes flashed and her voice got really nasty. “The bastard has already taken care of that. He went behind my back to my sister and the school. My son is going to stay with her to finish out the school year here. And she didn’t say a damn word to me! I haven’t talked to her yet, but it’s not going to be a nice conversation when I do!”

“Pam,” I said, “that isn’t going to do you any good and you know it.”

She started crying again and said, “I’m going to miss his prom and all of his senior activities. It’s just not FAIR! The other two are really upset as well. They are going to lose all of their friends and have to start a new school in the middle of the year.” She cried some more and asked me softly, “what am I going to do? What am I going to do?”

I shook my head and replied, “I can’t tell you what to do. You have two choices. The first choice is to let him go out there and you stay here. It’s going to be hell, especially for the kids, especially if it gets into a custody fight. The other choice is to just go out there and make the best of things. I know its going to hurt like all hell, but you and only you can decide what is best for your life. If you try and force him not to take this, my guess is that he will take it anyway, and if he doesn’t, it’s going to cost him his career and probably his job at some point. And he will hate you each and every day for doing it.” I kissed her on the forehead and finished with, “you have to do what you think is the right thing to do. I’ll be here for you, email, ICQ, phone, whatever.”

She started sobbing harder and buried her face into my chest. My knees were starting to hurt from kneeling over top of her, so I got off and lay down beside her. She rolled over, faced me, and placed her one arm around my shoulder. I knew what her decision was going to be and as much it was going to hurt her, she wasn’t about to rip her family apart.

We kissed for a while, then she quietly said, “so next Wednesday, instead of lying here next to you, I’ll be driving out to Ohio with him. We won’t be back until Sunday sometime.”

I hugged her tightly and quietly started to say, “Pam, if it will make things any easier for you.”

“Oh NO!” she said loudly pulling back from me and not letting me finish. “Oh No! Don’t even think about it. I want to spend every minute that I can with you.” She put her cheek against mine and quietly said, “this is going to be so damn hard and it is so damn unfair.”

I said, “I learned a lesson about love a long time ago. It’s not the quantity, it is the quality that really matters.” I got quiet as the memories from that time came rushing back. Between those feelings and what was going on with Pam, my own eyes started to water and I cried a little as well.

Pam looked at me and in between her own tears, softly said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“It is a lot of things,” I replied and hugged her tightly. I closed my eyes and just lay there holding her in my arms. I heard her crying some more. I really didn’t know what else to say. I knew the coming weeks were going to be hard for both of us. But that is life and you have to deal with things as they happen. I opened my eyes and pulled her face to mine. We kissed long and hard. I brought my hand around to her breast and started playing with that and her nipple as well. Her hand moved down to my cock. I knew it was too soon for me to get erect again but her hand playing with the sticky and soft wetness of it still felt good. After a few minutes I rolled on my side facing her and moved my hand down to her pubes. She lifted her leg up over top of mine and I slid my fingers deep into the sticky and soft wetness between her legs. We kissed and playing quietly like that for a long time. Finally she laid her cheek against mine and I starting rubbing her clit harder and faster.

I felt her tense up and a soft “oh!” come from her lips and she came. I heard her sobbing and I knew she was crying again, but I kept up the pressure and speed. Two more times she came, making the same “oh!” noises in between her sobs.

I brought my hand out of her and rested it on her back. My cock had gotten erect from the combination of her gentle playing and my feeling and hearing her sounds of pleasure but I knew it wasn’t going to stay that way for long. We laid there hugging. Finally even with her crying, I heard her giggle a little.

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I am the principal of a young ladies college. The students range in age from ten to nineteen with each age group having their own special problems. The best (and worst) are the older girls. They think they know everything and a teacher can find it difficult to handle them if they get out of hand.

I’ve always found the best way to handle the older girls is to treat them like adults, giving them respect and letting them know where the lines have been drawn. Respect and discipline are the watchwords.

You can understand that I was feeling a little annoyed to be approaching one of the senior grades and hearing what sounded like a mini riot taking place. I could see Miss Beryl Henderson trying to regain control and not succeeding too well. It looked like I was going to have to have a little chat with Miss Henderson. Again.

I stopped in the doorway, looking in, not smiling and not frowning, just assessing the situation. Girls started spotting me and whenever one of them looked my way I’d meet their eyes. It was amazing how fast they started sitting down and shutting up. What I was actually looking for was the ringleader to the little debacle and I spotted her soon enough. Melissa was the culprit. Why didn’t that surprise me? She had had a few warnings before this. Now it was time for some active retribution.

The room was dead silent as I sauntered over to Miss Henderson, who was watching me and blushing sightly.

“Miss Henderson,” I said softly, “do you think you can find time to come and see me in my office after final bell. Bring Melissa with you. Thank you.”

She stammered some sort of acknowledgement and I turned, gave the class a killer look, and went on my way. That killer look would keep the class in order for a while, and the end of the period wasn’t too far off. A new class and a different teacher would help keep them calm.

About fifteen minutes after the final bell rang Miss Henderson and Melissa showed up at my office. I invited Miss Henderson in and suggested to Melissa that she might like to sit outside and wait. From the look on her face she didn’t like, but sat anyway.

I had Miss Henderson sit down and then I very politely ripped into her. I pointed out that the mini riot I’d interrupted was not the sort of behaviour I expected at the school. I emphasised the discipline and respect mantra. If she imposed the discipline and showed respect for the students, self-discipline and respect would develop in the students.

I didn’t give a damn about the modern attitude of free expression and letting the students decide what was good for them. As far as I was concerned the students were here to learn and we, by god, were going to teach them. Miss Henderson’s classes did not appear to be learning. I’d been reviewing the results of the classes she was teaching and I was not happy. She was going to pull her finger out and do things my way or she could request a transfer to another school.

Miss Henderson blustered a little, but it’s hard to argue when the results of her free-teaching style were on paper, and they were not pretty. She was going to tighten up discipline and that was final.

“I have an ideal subject for you to practice tighter discipline on,” I told her. “You might have been wondering why Melissa is waiting outside?”

At her nod I continued.

“Sweet little Melissa was orchestrating that riot in your classroom. Something that you should have spotted and stopped before it started. Now we’re going to have a little chat with Melissa, I’m going to recommend a specific punishment and you’re going to go ahead and deliver it.”

With that I called Melissa in. I’d like to say she entered fearfully, quaking in her shoes, but she didn’t. She waltzed in as though she’d called the meeting, all youthful arrogance. I smiled at her. She smiled back. The duel was about to commence.

Briefly, I told Melissa that her behaviour was beyond the pale and that the riot she’d instigated was going just a little too far. She sweetly pointed out that she hadn’t started the fuss. It was spontaneous, she told me, and I couldn’t prove otherwise.

“You seem to mistake me for the legal system, Melissa,” I said. “I’m not. You did it and now you’re catching it. As you know, we’re allowed to practice corporal punishment in this school. We rarely have to but in your case I’m willing to make an exception. Miss Henderson is going to administer a spanking, and I hope it will teach you both something.”

“You’re kidding,” came from two directions, one voice horrified and the other laughing. Miss Henderson, the believer in freedom, was the horrified one.

“You can’t make me do that,” protested Miss Henderson. “You’d need parental permission for a start.”

“I have it. It’s part of the rules signed by the parents at the start of each year. It is also in the rules that Melissa read and signed when she turned eighteen. Please proceed.”

“You’re kidding,” Melissa repeated. “You really think Miss Henderson is going to spank me?”

“Yes, küçükçekmece escort I do,” I acknowledged. “If necessary I will show her how it’s done, using her bottom to demonstrate. If she has a choice between getting spanked herself or spanking you, which option do you think she’ll pick?”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Miss Henderson said, sound quite shocked.

“If it means stopping you and Melissa turning my school into a free for all then yes, I most certainly would dare. Melissa is not leaving this office without being punished. If you want to have the same punishment, that’s your choice.”

There was a bit of to and fro between Miss Henderson and myself but I was adamant. Finally Melissa put her piece in.

“You might as well, Miss Henderson,” she said with some exasperation. “It looks as though I’m going to cop it no matter what and I’d sooner have you spank me than him.”

Talk about a schmozzle. I could not believe that a woman in her twenties didn’t have the faintest idea of how to go about delivering a spanking.

“Have Melissa bend forward over the desk, lift up her dress and smack her bottom,” I told Miss Henderson. “How hard can it be?”

Melissa bent over the desk. Check. Miss Henderson lifted her dress. No check. It promptly fell back into place. Eventually she got the idea to tuck the hem into the belt and the dress stayed up out of the way. OK, check. Smack her bottom. Hell’s bells. Someone teach the woman the difference between pat and smack. Pat is what you do to a pet, not a bottom. (Melissa was biting her lip. To stop herself laughing out loud, I was sure.)

I sighed and walked around to stand next to Miss Henderson. I looked at Melissa, bottom on display, non-regulation panties also on display. I pulled the panties down. Both Melissa and Miss Henderson squeaked at that.

“This is what you are doing,” I told Miss Henderson, patting Melissa. (I have long arms. Maybe I over-reached a little, because the pat didn’t land on Melissa’s bottom. Ah, well, accidents happen.)

“This is what you should be doing,” I added, talking over Melissa’s squeak of protest, and delivering a firm spank to Melissa’s bottom. (And yes, I did land the spank on her bottom.)

“Now, do you think yourself capable of doing this?” I asked, stepping back and indicating she should proceed. “If I have to demonstrate further it will be on you.”

Face red, Miss Henderson delivered a firm spank to Melissa. Melissa squealed and Miss Henderson apologised. Apologised, for crying out loud, because a spank might have hurt. I’d had enough.

“Beryl, I think you’d better take up position next to Melissa.”

“Wh-why?”

“Because, Beryl, it’s plain I’m going to have to educate you both. You need to learn that discipline may be painful at times but it is necessary. Melissa is going to learn that retribution will follow if she pushes hard enough. Now bend over.”

I’d changed the formal Miss Henderson to the informal Beryl, effectively reducing her to another student. Perhaps she saw it that way herself as she bent over next to Melissa, casting little looks back at me. She gave a little squeak when I lifted her dress up out the way and a louder one when her panties went down.

“You’re not really going to spank me?” she protested, not quite believing it.

“You tell me,” I said, my hand coming down sharply.

Beryl gave a sharp squeal which was immediately followed by a similar squeal from Melissa as I gave her a decent spank.

As I spanked I explained to them their shortcomings. It’s hard to argue when anything you have to say is interrupted by a hand landing very firmly on your bare bottom. All the girls could really do was squeal and protest and get their bottoms warmed up.

It seems that it’s been so long since I’ve had to spank anyone that I’ve grown into a rather careless spanker. For some reason a number of spanks seemed to land on a pair of pussies, stinging them. Entirely accidental, of course, but fortunately they tended to be lighter spanks. Still and all, it seemed to me that both young ladies were getting aroused by the spankings. (This wasn’t exactly a guess. Standing where I was I could see everything the girls had, and one thing they seemed to have in common was labia that were swollen and spreading.)

With the spanking effectively complete, I decided to finish off. Standing between the two young women I let my hands close over their mound, a finger delicately probing between each set of lips. Not to my surprise, Beryl was not a virgin. Rather to my surprise, Melissa was.

Both girls protest volubly at what I had just done and I was laughing as I let them go and stepped back.

“OK, you can stand up, Melissa. Please remain like that for a moment, Beryl.”

Melissa stood up and turned to face me. She was reaching down to pull up her panties but I stopped her.

“Not yet,” I said quietly. Reaching over I lifted küçükyalı escort the front of her dress and tucked it up into her belt, leaving her exposed. She hastily crossed her hands in front of her pussy, blushing when I laughed. I turned to speak to Beryl.

“Tell me, Beryl,” I said softly. “You believe in giving the girls a well rounded education?”

“Yes,” came the muttered reply.

“Then, if Melissa doesn’t object, we should be able to assist her in catching up on a class she missed.”

I started rubbing Beryl’s pussy.

“I noticed that you’re flagged as having missed the sex education course,” I said to Melissa. “You don’t mind if Beryl now gives you a quick rundown on it, do you?”

Melissa was watching as I rubbed Beryl, her hands not so much cupped in front of her pussy as gently rubbing it.

“No,” she said in a husky sounding voice. “I don’t mind.”

“There you go,” I told Beryl, my fingers slipping between her lips and testing the waters, so to speak. (In this instance, the waters were hot and wet.)

I withdrew my hand and pressed something else up against her. Melissa’s eyes went wide and she was watching hard, not wanting to miss a stroke. Beryl’s attitude was a little different.

“What are you doing?” she demanded. “You’re not really doing that are you? Oh, fuck me, you are. You really are.”

While she was asking what was going on I was sliding steadily into her. For some reason, spanking two pretty little bottoms had got me all aroused and my erection was a veritable flagpole.

I pushed steadily forward, my cock moving down a tight hot passage, nicely oiled to facilitate my entry. Beryl commented the entire time I was pushing home, wanting to know if I was mad, did I know what I was doing, how could I do this? I didn’t bother answering until my groin was pressing firmly against her pussy, my cock up her as far as it would go.

“No, I’m not mad. I’m not even cross any longer. It should be obvious to you that I know exactly what I’m doing. I find I can do this quite well. Any other questions? If not, how about we demonstrate to Melissa what sex is all about?”

“What, Melissa? Oh my god. Melissa is watching. Oh my god.”

I shrugged (mentally) and started to move, withdrawing and plunging back in hard. Beryl might have found the situation a little strange but she hadn’t told me to stop, so I saw no reason not to continue. After driving in a couple of times I paused.

“Beryl, you’re supposed to move with me. You’re going to give Melissa a poor idea of how to handle a man if you can’t handle one yourself.”

Beryl said a rude word but when I thrust into her again she lifted her bottom, pushing to meet me. I took it slowly at first, letting Beryl get used to her unexpected treat and also making a bit of a performance of it for Melissa’s benefit. (I didn’t give a commentary. She should be smart enough to work out what was happening.)

After a while I started picking up the pace. Beryl adapted to the new pace, her bottom bobbing up and down. It was a great temptation to start smacking it as it bobbed, but I nobly refrained. It wasn’t long before Beryl was giving out eager little cries as she bounced against my cock, her arousal full on and her excitement growing in leaps and bounds.

I continued to pace myself. I didn’t want to climax yet, but I didn’t mind driving Beryl around the bend. It wasn’t long before Beryl was ready to go. I held her like that, right on the cusp, pleading with me for release.

“Are you sure?” I asked her, laughed when she swore, and pressed in a little harder, just enough to let her climax without spilling my own load.

Beryl had a relatively quiet climax, shaking and shuddering beneath me before slumping forward over the desk, spent. I looked over at Melissa. She looked as though she was fascinated by the whole thing and she also looked highly aroused. Good thing, too. She was next.

I disengaged from Beryl and turned to face Melissa. Her eyes promptly dropped to where my erection was still standing firm. She didn’t actually look at me as a person until I took her arm and started backing her up against the table.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Practical work,” I told her. “Let’s see how well you understood what we did.”

“You can’t,” she gasped. “You just did it. Men can’t do it twice just like that.”

“A base calumny bestowed on some men by lesser men,” I told her. “It should be obvious to you that some men can.”

“But you can’t do it to me,” she protested.

“Why not? You have to learn sometime and it seems that this is as good a time as any.”

I reached down and cupped her mound. I could feel the heat in it and her lips were practically kissing my hand, they were so eager.

“What I’m going to do,” I said softly, “is move your lips apart and slowly insert my erection into it. I’ll go easily and we’ll see how it goes. I’m taking maltepe escort you from the front so you can see me entering you. OK? If you’re going to say no, you’d better say it now.”

With that I started. I reached down, parted her lips just a little, and pressed my erection against her. As soon as my cock had passed between her lips I let them close around me, moving my hand so she could see what was happening. Melissa was breathing hard, looking down at what was happening, not commenting, too fascinated by what she was seeing and feeling.

I pressed a little further in, hearing Melissa squeak with excitement. Then, unfortunately, I was pressing against her hymen.

“OK, Melissa, here’s where you get your cherry popped.”

She went slightly pale and looked at me, visions of sudden pain going through her mind.

“Yes, it may hurt,” I admitted. “But it will be over quickly.”

She swallowed and looked down at where I was pressing into her. She was tense and expectant, but she was waiting to see what was going to happen.

I started pressing more firmly against her, and I could see her nerves screwing tighter as the pressure slowly increased. The trouble was I didn’t want to push in harder, wanting to take her through it slowly. I was thinking she might start to panic as the pressure increased with nothing happening, but then she gave a gasp and I felt myself surging forward.

She looked at me, her eyes wide, looking rather surprised, but then her attention switched back to where the interesting things were happening. I pushed against her, slowly sinking in, while Melissa watched.

So did Beryl. I felt a hard thump on my arm and turned to see her glaring at me.

“What are you doing?” she hissed at me.

“Educating Melissa,” I said quietly. “This is her practical exam.”

“You can’t do that,” Beryl insisted.

“Melissa doesn’t seem to mind,” I pointed out, my cock nearly fully in her.

I gave one last little push and slid fully home. I held myself there for a moment, letting Melissa adjust and get accustomed to what was happening. Finally I started pulling back, paused and pushed back in, moving firmly but not too fast, letting her see and feel me sinking back in. Then I repeated that, watching her to see how she reacted.

When I started driving back in the second time I could see Melissa pushing back against me, encouraging me to sink in faster. With that I stopped worrying about how she would handle it and started taking her properly. Still moving fairly slowly I pumped into her, enjoying the friction of her passage clinging to my cock.

I kept it nice and slow for a while, Melissa moving happily against me. Eventually I could see her urgency was building and started moving faster. It wasn’t long before I was really driving into her. Melissa was ignoring me as a person. What she was concentrating on was what was happening to her, moving against me with great enthusiasm.

She was gasping and squeaking, starting to ask for more, wanting me to take her harder, faster, her gasping please seeming to condense down to a wail for “more, I need more.”

I was quite happy to give her more. I was still pacing myself, wanting her a lot closer to a climax before I started really letting loose. I was hitting Melissa hard and fast now and she was responding marvellously, eager to take everything I could give her. I was enjoying my task. Sometimes teaching students is a joy in its own right and this was one of those times.

I could hear that Melissa was hitting the high notes with her gasps and little cries, her excitement and passion plain to hear. It would only be the act of a gentleman to help her over the edge and I showed my true colours.

I took her into the final run, driving in harder than ever, grinding my groin hard against her. She lasted for a few more lunges then gave a sort of groan and climaxed, wailing softly as pleasure raced through her body, shaking her to the core.

Afterwards, when we’d all tidied up our clothing I had the girls sit down. Beryl looked a trifle worried. Melissa looked dreadfully smug. All things considered I thought I should handle the aftermath on a one-on-one basis. I asked Beryl to wait outside for a moment while I spoke to Melissa.

“You,” I said as soon as Beryl had closed the door, “had better behave in future. You received a light spanking earlier. If I have to discipline you again you’ll find out just how light it was. And the spanking would be all you get. Understand?”

She nodded. She understood. Make trouble and it would be a spanking and no side benefits.

“OK. However, if you think you need another lesson on sex education, feel free to drop in and see me after school tomorrow. I will be quite happy to further your education.”

She didn’t say anything, just looked thoughtful. I dismissed her with a final warning about her behaviour.

She paused before she opened the door and looked back at me.

“What would another lesson in sex education entail?” she asked.

“Erogenous zones, where they are, and how they make you feel,” I said blandly, keeping my face straight.

She looked even more thoughtful, opened the door and departed. I strongly suspected that she’d be back. Some subjects need that additional study.

With Melissa gone Miss Henderson came charging back into the room.

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He answered the door, and just stood there silently as she dripped over the threshold.

She gestured helplessly at the mangled skeleton of what had once been an umbrella. “It’s pouring, and as soon as I got out of the car my umbrella died.”

“Shall we have a funeral for it?” he finally said as he took it from her and carried it down the hall to the trash bin.

She followed him in. “Maybe later. Dinner smells great- I’m starving.”

“Come on, I’ll get you a towel.”

“I’m soaked to the skin. Can I borrow some sweats?”

He took her to the bathroom and opened the linen closet, waving in the general direction of the towels before turning away and heading to the kitchen. “I must baste! I’ll pass you the sweats in a sec.”

She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror lit by a harsh fluorescent light. Guys never have flattering lighting in their bathrooms, she thought.

Hair a sodden helmet, mascara running. Well, she had pretty low expectations for the evening, so this was par for the course.

Peeling off her wet clothes she wrapped her hair up in a towel and dried off. At the bottom of the stack of pastel towels she saw a flash of color. Reaching in and lifting up the towels revealed a bright patterned sarong. Her friend Jennie had taught her how to tie one on that long weekend at Jon’s cottage before the wedding. She had marveled at the tiny proportions of the pretty Australian’s overnight bag. Somehow Jennie had worked one sarong, a bikini and a t.-shirt into an entire wardrobe. Well. It seemed as if the evening was not going to suck as much as she had expected.

He knocked on the bathroom door, and she opened it, enjoying the completely dumbstruck look on his face.

“I guess you won’t be needing these,” he said, quickly turning to put the sweats down on a chair in the hall. “Can I get you a glass of wine?”

“Sure.” She nodded.

She followed him to the living room, where the bottle and glasses were set on the coffee table. He poured her a glass, handed it to her and then turned to pour himself one. She noticed that he was careful not to touch her when he passed her the glass. Boundaries. Ha. She was planning on breaking every single one tonight if she could. The sarong was definitely having an effect, she could tell. He kept trying not to look at her bare shoulders. She sat down on the sofa with her wine and carefully arranged the cloth so it wasn’t too revealing. After all, she wasn’t lying when she said she was hungry. The rest of her plan could wait until after dinner. Or at least after the main course. Dessert- that could wait. Until much, much later. She smiled to herself.

He sat down in a chair across from the sofa where she had settled.

She took a tiny sip of wine. She desperately wanted to guzzle down the whole glass and then another to allow the racing of her heart to slow. But she knew better. She was not going to let this go sideways. She wanted to stay in complete control.

“You look…. nice…” He couldn’t say what he really wanted to. He couldn’t tell her about the trip to Bali when he bought the sarong, how free he felt when he wore it on the beach, how after he came home he pushed it to the back of the closet after Laura took one look and declared it gaudy and ridiculous. He couldn’t tell her how beautiful she was, how much he wished he could get up off this chair, take her hands and pull her up to stand in front of him so he could kiss her properly. He regretted the way he had kissed her the last time he saw her, at the end of the conference where they had met. He had been a mess, anticipating going home and saying his final goodbyes to Jonah.

He leaned back and took a mouthful of wine, letting it warm his mouth and feeling it hit the back of his throat, the tannins making his tongue simultaneously dry and wet. He felt like he was floating above the scene, watching her watching him. The slow sad notes of the song Lust started to play. Damn Tori Amos. Damn shuffle mode. He silently cursed Steve Jobs and his whole company. The whole industry. He hated his job as a software engineer. He wanted nothing more than to move to Tennessee and grow organic istanbul escort vegetables.

He definitely was not ready for another relationship. He didn’t know why he had invited her for dinner at his place anyway. He could have suggested they meet in a nice safe restaurant close to the hotel she was staying in. Stupid competitiveness. He just had to prove that he was a good cook like he had told her. He knew she didn’t really believe him, played along with him talking about recipes and cooking techniques. Especially after she told him about the beautiful artichokes she had seen at her co-op grocery and he admitted to never having cooked them .

Dinner! He suddenly jumped up.

“I think dinner is ready.”

He got up and went into the kitchen. She stood, unsure whether to follow or sit at the table. She chose table. Sat and stared at the candle and flowers. A nice, romantic table arrangement for just dinner with a friend. Maybe she had missed something in his most recent letters, a thawing of the ice wall he had built to protect his trampled heart?

Flowers! She had completely forgotten. She had intended to bring a bouquet for him. He had mentioned how much he liked to have fresh flowers in the house, how he used to buy them every week for Laura and missed having them since he was alone. She had looked up the number of a local florist and called to inquire about getting flowers delivered to him. As usual she chickened out and didn’t send any. He had been clear that he was only interested in her as a friend.

She wanted to respect that. Not get all stalkerish. No point in humiliating herself….again. There was still that restraining order….she pushed that out of her mind. Of course she had looked him up on Google after the conference. Need to be safe when you think you are falling for someone, need to find out as much as you can about them. Like what college he went to, where he worked, what his secrets were…. She had looked at his house on Google Streetview. Took a virtual walk around his neighborhood and made a screenshot of the ocean view from the nearby park that he had mentioned watching the sunset in. It was her home screen on her cellphone. Fine, she admitted to herself. It isn’t just a nice view. She had definitely gotten stalkerish.

He brought the plates to the table and set them down. It smelled delicious. She looked at him, not sure if he would want to say Grace or thank the Goddess or have a moment of silent meditation, something fitting his spiritual leanings. He raised his glass, clinked it gently against hers and quietly said “To friendship.” She nodded, trying to look away from him and fight the anger and frustration that rose like a sudden hot wind threatening to scorch everything it touched. She took a large swallow of her wine. Suddenly she wasn’t hungry. She squashed her anger down into a hard sticky wad, like gum left under the desks in the high school she taught at. “Breathe,” she thought, her favorite soft grey t-shirt with that word in flowing cursive across the chest at this moment hanging wet and cold in his bathroom.

She finally took a bite of the roast chicken and one of the garlic potatoes. Her appetite started to unfurl. He had told her that he was a good cook but she had blown it off. Most men thought they were good cooks if they could put an edible meal on the table. This was definitely higher calibre. The potatoes were seasoned with something she didn’t recognize, something fragrant and a bit spicy. There was the right amount of garlic too. She looked down at the plate, which was now empty, then looked up startled to see him smiling at her.

“You were telling the truth about being starving,” he said with a soft chuckle. Heat rose in her chest and she flushed a deep red. She was always so careful about how much she ate, controlling her appetite, especially with others watching. Somehow she had not felt out of control during dinner, just comfortable with their conversation, the easy way it had flowed from the superficiality of the local political scandals in her home town to deeper philosophical topics of life’s higher purpose. She had not even had that much wine, she realized, but her head was spinning a bit. They had so much in common, and it felt so easy, sitting here with him, not thinking about how she looked or sounded, just… just having dinner with a friend, kadıköy escort she suddenly realized.

He got up and cleared her plate and disappeared into the kitchen. She heard the water running, and suddenly realized that it wasn’t the kitchen tap but the one in the bathroom. Where her wet clothes were hanging. Including her bra and panties. At the time she had felt very brave and a bit naughty leaving them there in plain view. Now she just wanted to crawl under the table and disappear. What was she thinking! She should just leave quickly now and spare herself the embarrassment.

She got up as he re-entered the room and started to stammer out some lame excuse about needing to be up early the next day to attend the conference plenary session. He leaned against the wall, half-smiling. She felt the flush rising over her chest and neck again and fought back the tears of frustration welling into her eyes. Was he mocking her? She had thought that he was so kind and thoughtful, that he would be different. That she would be different with him.

He came over and leaned towards her. Whispering right against her ear so she could feel the heat of his breath on her neck he said so quietly she wasn’t even sure that she wasn’t imagining it.

“You can’t leave yet, your clothes are still wet.”

Then he softly kissed her neck under her ear, then the corner of her jaw, drew her up against his body and held her gently, as if he was afraid she might break. She moaned softly and turned and kissed him hard, full on, not holding anything back. It was not like the first time he kissed her, at the end of the last conference when she had turned to give him a hug as instructed. So lame, those touchy-feely team-building exercises at the symposium. The facilitator had asked everyone to turn to the person next to them and tell them what they would do differently the next time they encounter conflict. After that we were supposed to then hug or shake hands, whatever felt most comfortable. She was a hugger. Her hands were always cold and she was constantly worried that shaking hands would give people the impression that she was cold-hearted, despite the old saying “cold hands, warm heart.” That kiss was a sudden attack goodbye that was hard and bitter and full of regret. She did not understand the bitterness until much later, after their correspondence filled in the gaps of his story, how and why he had left Laura, why he could only consider her a friend. She knew that Laura’s infidelity had torn his skin off in slow shreds, one layer at a time until he lay bleeding and defenseless. How he had pulled his flayed body off the rack, and left her and their baby, then tried unsuccessfully to win her back. In his heart he felt that Jonah was his son, even though he knew he wasn’t the biological father and could never be his parent. Laura had moved back east, and broken off all communication.

She knew that he would never do that to another man, that the fact that she was married, however unhappy that marriage was, made a relationship with her out of the question. But here she was 6 months later at another conference in San Diego, in his apartment having dinner. Dinner with a friend.

But his hands were not where a friend’s hands should be, holding her ass firmly and pulling her hips tightly against himself so she could feel the bulge his swelling cock made in his jeans. He kissed her deeply, hungrily, pressing her up against the wall in the entryway. She came up for air and caught her breath; inhaling deeply, she felt his scent all around her.

“No boundaries,” she said, looking him straight in the eye.

He looked frightened for a split second, then it passed and he shrugged his shoulders slightly. “Fuck boundaries.”

“I like it when you talk that way,” she whispered and kissed his chest where his shirt gaped open, then opened the next button, kissed again, and kept going until all the buttons on his shirt were undone and she was kneeling in front of him. She made tiny circles with her tongue on his belly just above the waistband of his jeans. The button popped open easily for her with the pressure behind it and she unzipped his fly slowly, teasing him with her lips on the fabric of his shorts and enjoying how his breath became ragged with desire.

He sank to the floor beside her and pulled her up roughly to face him.

“Are you kağıthane escort sure you want to do this?” he asked, searching her face for any sign of reluctance and finding no speck, no trace, no hesitation whatsoever.

“I’ve wanted to do this since June.”

She sighed, finally able to tell him the truth, not playing at nonchalance, not pretending that she hadn’t thought of him every day, every hour since they had met.

She got up and gestured with her head towards the door at the other end of the hall, where she presumed the bedroom was. He rose, took her hand and led her in.

She gasped. The rain had stopped and the view was breathtaking. The full height windows looked out over the downtown city lights, with the inky black mass of the bay and the ocean on the horizon beyond. The other walls were lined with books, and the bed was on a loft platform with a line of flickering candles on a high shelf above.

She turned and punched his arm, hard.

“You bastard, you set me up.”

He grabbed her and hoisted her over his shoulder, doing a reverse fireman’s carry up the ladder to the bed on the platform, and tossed her in. Somehow a handful of the sarong caught as he did so, and it stayed in his grasp rendering her completely naked. He laughed and shrugged out of his shirt, then took off his jeans.

“Where were we?” he asked, kneeling beside her.

“Breaking boundaries” she said, pulling him on top of her and kissing him softly this time, slowly, letting her fingers linger on the small of his back, down over his boxers, tugging gently at the fabric to let him know that it was time to lose the last thin boundary of fabric between them.

He quickly shimmied out of his boxers and started to run his fingertips over her breasts, over her belly, down to her thighs. She sighed and he leaned in to kiss her, following the path his fingers made with tiny brush kisses and then with his tongue. He bit her erect nipple and she squeaked and pushed on top of him with strength he was surprised at in someone so petite. She was supposed to be in control here, but her entire plan had gotten completely hijacked. Well, the end result looked like it was going to be the same, but still. She wanted control.

She kept her thighs tightly closed and lay with her belly on his cock, feeling the drop of wetness on its head, feeling her own wetness spreading. She shifted slightly and watched his face, his obvious pleasure at what she was doing. Suddenly he flipped her over onto her back and was on top of her, holding her wrists, his knee forcing between her legs. He stopped, looking at her for permission to continue, then kissed the corner of her mouth. He kissed her ear and spoke quietly into it, in that soft, low, almost impossible to hear whisper. “Will you feel guilty if I fuck you?”

“Probably” she said hoarsely, opening her legs and guiding him towards her soaking pussy. He entered slowly, too slowly for her. She wanted him inside her so badly, she arched up against him and wrapped her legs up around his thighs, taking him deeply, feeling her clit grind up against him. She was so close to coming but he took it slow, sliding gently, teasing her with the whole length of his cock, wanting to take his time. His hand slid under her ass and he pinched her, then he pulled out and licked a line down her belly, around her clit and down to her ass. He made a figure eight with his tongue, slowly caressing all of the sensitive spots, and she started to moan, a low, guttural sound of pleasure that he was shocked to hear but that turned him on even more.

“Fuck me now, please, please, please, oh I want you to fuck me hard,” she kept repeating, begging him, her soft voice catching in her throat.

Finally he obliged when he could not delay himself any more, sliding his cock into her again and again, faster and harder. The whole loft seemed to be shaking. The whole loft was shaking. She came in great shudders just before he did, and held him tightly, not wanting to separate, not wanting it to end. The bed kept shaking.

“We made the earth move, baby” he whispered in an Austin Powers English accent, giggling and nuzzling against her neck. The earthquake sent out a few small aftershocks, which were matched by her deep shuddering breaths that calmed into soft sobs. He held her and brushed away her tears until she fell asleep.

He watched her breathing. Listened to the soft whistle her exhalations made. Her lashes were dark on her pale skin and the pink light of dawn lit her hair in a red-gold pool over her cheek. He looked out the window wondering when her flight was leaving. “No, I am not ready for this,” he thought. “Not anywhere near ready.”

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I went through a really rough divorce a while back; my ego got beat up pretty badly, but now I’ve stopped whining about it. You know, shit happens, sometimes stuff doesn’t work out, you pick up your life and get on with it. I dated quite a few times, but my heart really wasn’t in it so maybe that’s why it didn’t turn out very well. I’ve dated four women since the divorce and going by the first three, a very small sample I grant you, things aren’t like they were when I was last in the dating pool eight or ten years ago. I’ll give you a good example. I was feeling sort of back to normal, with regard to the divorce, like maybe it was a good thing for me. I met a nice woman on line, nice looking lots of laughter, great in bed. We had been screwing for several months when we went to a dance club, were having a good time, drinking and dancing, the place was getting hot. There were flashes of tit and butt cheeks galore.

We were out on the floor for over an hour before we crawled off to get a couple of beers and some water. We collapsed at a table as Coleen kicked her shoes off because her feet kartal escort hurt, when moments later, some guy came over and hit on her. Hmmh! Hope springs eternal; I thought the guy must be practicing to learn how to take rejection. To my surprise, without a word to me, Coleen got up, put her shoes on the table, asked me to watch her purse, and pranced barefoot out onto the floor with him. I did a slow burn while I drank my beer…then finished hers. I had to piss so I asked a red haired girl at the next table to watch her stuff for a few minutes, and on my way to the bathroom I went looking for them. They were writhing together rubbing bodies, hands…masturbating each other mostly through their clothing. Not the most lurid couple out there, but in that little part of the floor, they were the entertainment. I figured she had found herself a ride home so I stopped at the bathroom on my way out the door.

She called me at 11:30 the next morning mad as hell.

“Jason you fucking bastard, I’m coming over to get my shoes and purse. Why did you leave me there?”

“Oh, kaynarca escort good morning to you too, Coleen! After you disappeared onto the dance floor for the better part of an hour and I saw you dirty dancing with the guy that picked you up, I figured you found yourself another ride home so I asked the red haired woman at the next table to watch your stuff and left.”

“What! No way! No fucking way, you’re bullshitting. Look asshole, I’m coming over to pick them up.”

“I’m not ‘shitting you, last time I saw your stuff it was on the table in the club. I don’t have ’em.”

“You fucking cocksucker! You let somebody steal my purse! What did I do to deserve that?”

“I just told you. We arrived at the club as a couple, without a word you went off with another guy, I saw you were enjoying him fondling your tits and cunt on the dance floor, and after waiting nearly an hour, I figured you changed horses and therefore my obligation to you was over so I left. How was the stallion, by the way?”

“Jesus, dude! That didn’t mean nothing, kozyatağı escort that was just fooling around! “

“Caller ID says Dwayne Arnold, that the guy you were messing around with?”

“Look, what was I to do? I was barefoot, no money, no phone, he was nice enough to give me a ride home. Look, really it’s a big deal, this, the shoes were $150, and phone’s $400. That’s $550 you owe me.

So Dwayne spent the night with her. Good for him, he got lucky, and if that’s the kind of girl she is, so did I.

“Hey Coleen, gimme a break, I didn’t turn my phone off, you didn’t call me, or apparently anyone else to get you home. I took you there, paid the cover, some drinks…you dumped me, so don’t worry about it, you can get a phone for like $20, and the shoes didn’t fit you anyway, remember they hurt your feet. When you get a cell phone, give me a call, maybe we can hang out some time.”

“Dude, you lost my shit! Look I’m not being a hard ass here, forget about the shoes, but I need the fucking phone! Three hundred bucks, dude, you need to make me right!”

It crossed my mind to offer to pay on the installment plan, I mean, what’s a good fuck session worth, $100? But I would be wasting my time and hers.

“Look, I don’t want you running up Dwayne’s phone bill; I got another call I have to take. Keep in touch,” and I hung up. Damn, I don’t need that.

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Jenny had come by after work. I was in the kitchen making dinner. Being the amateur chef I was at the time, dinner was going to be very, very late. I had to let it simmer for at least another hour. To pass the time, we rolled up a joint and quickly smoked it.

“Well, I’m gonna hop in the shower if dinner’s going to be a while,” she said.

Jenny got up and walked to the bathroom, peeling off her clothes as she made her way across the apartment. She tossed her clothes on the chair in the bedroom. I could hear her start the water in the shower. I peeked over my shoulder and saw she had left the door to the bathroom wide open. I watched her climb into the tub and pull the shower curtain shut.

I made my own way to the bathroom. I pulled back the shower curtain a bit and watched her soaping up her body. I cleared my throat to get her attention. She looked back at me and smiled that devilish grin of hers.

“Would you like some help?” I offered.

“I was wondering how long it would take you,” she replied.

I quickly took off my clothes, tossing them to the floor. I climbed in the tub behind her, pressing my chest against her back. Jenny handed me the soap so I could lather up my hands. Stretching her arms behind her, Jenny began rubbing my sides, her own hands slippery from the soap. My own hands lathered up I reached forward and put the soap back in the shower rack. Jenny slid her hands between our bodies and reached for my cock, which was already incredibly hard. My hands cupped her breasts, massaging them, her soft flesh becoming slippery from the soap. My fingers played with her hardening nipples.

Jenny tossed her head back, resting it on my shoulder, and moaned softly. The tip of my tongue traced her earlobe. As my hands kneaded her breasts, Jenny’s hands were busy stroking my hard shaft.

“Mmmmmmm…You’re so hard,” Jenny said in a lusty moan, squeezing and releasing the head of my cock in rhythm with her words.

Jenny brought her hand to mine and guided them over her body, slowly bring them lower and lower. She pressed her body back tightly acıbadem escort against mine. My hard cock, slippery from the soap, rubbed between her ass. Her back arched as my fingers brushed over her pussy. She moaned out loud as my fingers caressed her mound, running through her small patch of hair. Our hips gyrated together, sliding the shaft of my cock between her cheeks.

Jenny reached back with one hand and grabbed the back of my head, guiding my mouth to her neck. I kissed and nibbled at her skin as my fingers found her hard clit. My other hand cupped her breast as my fingers squeezed her nipple. Jenny’s other hand reached out for the showerhead and directed the spray of warm water down her body. Her small hand slipped under mine, her fingers rubbing her own clit.

“Put a finger inside me,” Jenny moaned, “Fuck my pussy with your finger”

I slowly slid a finger inside her wet pussy, exploring her inner walls, feeling the warmth from within her. I kissed over her collarbone, lightly sucking and nibbling her soft skin. My hand massaged her breast, my fingers rolling her hard nipple between them. I slipped a second finger inside Jenny’s pussy, slowly moving in and out.

“Oh yes,” Jenny panted, “fuck me with your fingers.”

Her own hand moved quickly, rubbing her clit in circles with her fingers. I could feel her body start to tense up. Her other hand grabbed the back of my head tightly. Her moaning grew louder and louder, I could tell she was on the verge.

I moved my mouth back to her neck, biting her soft flesh. Suddenly Jenny’s body began to spasm slightly. Her hand moved from her clit and grabbed my hand, holding my fingers deep inside her.

After a few seconds, Jenny turned around to face me. Still short of breath, she pressed her mouth to mine. Kissing me deeply, we shared the same breath for a few moments.

Jenny broke the kiss and looked up at me with a sly grin. Her hands reached down and held my still hard cock, stroking it lightly.

“Now it’s your turn”

Moving akbatı escort behind me, Jenny turned me around to rinse the soap from my body.

“I don’t want to get all that soap in my mouth,” She giggled.

Jenny turned me back around to face her. The warm water running down my back as she kissed me softly. Her hands ran up and down my chest, moving lower and lower. Slowly, Jenny sunk to her knees in front of me, her mouth leaving a trail of wet kisses down my chest and stomach. She giggled as my hard cock pressed against her breasts.

“Poor baby. Looks like you need some attention here”

Jenny took my cock in her hand again, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. She leaned forward and lightly ran her tongue over the head. Her other hand lightly caressed my balls as she took the head into her mouth. I moaned out as I felt her tongue swirling over the head of my cock. Her hand began to pump my shaft, twisting as it moved up and down. She sucked deeply on the head of my cock, her tongue teasing the hole. Jenny’s head started bobbing, taking my cock into her mouth. Her hand pumping in unison with her head, her other hand massaging my balls. The slurping sounds she made as she sucked my cock aroused me even more.

I moaned louder and louder as Jenny continued to give me an amazing blowjob. The pleasure was almost more than I could stand as I came closer and closer to the edge.

I placed my hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her back, pulling my cock from her mouth. Jenny looked up at me and pouted, she was enjoying how much pleasure she was bringing me.

“Turn around,” I told her, “on your hands and knees.”

Jenny’s pout instantly turned to a big bright smile. She quickly spun around and leaned forward onto her hands, sticking her ass up in the air. I knelt behind her and rubbed the head of my cock over her ass.

“Mmmmmm…stick that in me.” Jenny moaned.

Her own hand reached back between her legs and grabbed my cock, backing her body back closer to mine, holding the head of my cock aksaray escort to her pussy lips. I grabbed Jenny’s ass and pulled her back onto me, my cock sliding deep inside her. My hips bucked, fucking her harder and harder. We both moaned out loud, gasping for breath.

All of a sudden, the water that had been getting colder turned into a spray of ice cold water. We both jumped from the shock, quickly getting up and redirecting the stream. Both of us broke out into laughter as i fumbled to turn the water off.

I reached for the towels hanging by the shower and we both dried each other off, kissing at every opportunity. Wrapping the towel around my waist I got out of the tub and started towards the kitchen. Jenny’s hand grabbed my shoulder and stopped me in my tracks.

“Now wait a second there. I’m not quite finished with you yet,” she said.

Grabbing my hand, Jenny walked me to the bedroom. We stood by the side of the bed, holding each other close, kissing passionately. Jenny unwrapped the towel covering her body and dropped it to the floor. She reached down and yanked the towel I had wrapped around my waist and pushed me down onto the bed. I backed up a bit, stretching my body out, my still hard cock pointing up in the air.

Jenny climbed on top of me, straddling my waist. She positioned her hips above mine, her pussy hovering above my hard cock. I took my cock in my hand and slipped the head inside her hot, wet pussy. Jenny dropped her weight onto me, taking me deep inside her. She wiggled her hips, grinding into mine. She leaned back, her chest perpendicular to mine. Looking deep into my eyes, Jenny began massaging her breasts, pinching her hard nipples, moaning softly.

“Oh god, you feel so good inside me.”

Jenny began to bounce up and down. Her hot pussy sliding up and down my hard shaft, she moaned louder and louder with each stroke. I reached down and rubbed her clit with my thumb, causing her to ride me faster and harder. We both gasped for air.

“Oh god. I’m gonna cum” I somehow managed to say.

“Yes…yes, baby,” Jenny screamed, “Fill me with your cum”

My body tensed up. My cock jerked inside her pussy. I moaned out loud as I exploded inside her.

Jenny collapsed onto my chest. I held her in my arms, kissing her gently as we tried to catch out breath.

Finally regaining composure, Jenny looked into my eyes and giggled.

“So, is dinner ready yet, or what?”

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It has been a long, lonely weekend with my wife away on a shopping trip with friends. The house feels very empty as I walk down stairs to take a shower.

There’s nothing like a hot shower to make me miss my wife even more. It reminds me of what I don’t have right now. The shower feels too big with out a naked woman in here pressing her body against me. I close my eyes as the hot water runs down my front and can almost hear her low whisper.

“We better not forget to clean this.”

My cock jumps to life as her soapy hand runs down the length of it, pulling the skin back to let the water massage the tip while her fingers wrap around the shaft and begin to move. My eyes spring open, hopeful, but no, I am still alone, though I now have a major hard-on. I contemplate giving myself a hand job but there is something about the thought that just makes me feel even more lonely. With a sigh I finish my shower and get dressed for bed.

I put on a black sleeveless tee-shirt that my wife gave me and a pair of tight black boxers. Just thinking of the way she looks at me when I dress like this starts getting me hard again. It seems like one of these days I would learn to not torture myself like this, but it is not this day. I go to bed with a stiff cock and try to get some sleep.

My dreams are filled with her.

I hear a noise outside my bedroom door and walk out to find my wife standing in the living room. She is wearing a pair of tight low-rise blue jeans and a red and black corset. As I enter the room she spins slowly around so I can take in her whole body, the jeans hugging the round cheeks of her perfect ass.

“Do you like my new outfit, baby?”

In response I grab her and pull her close, my stiff cock pressing against her ass as I reach around to squeeze her firm tits. One hand moves down gebze escort to unzip her pants and slide them over shapely hips to reveal her sexy ass, covered now by only a pair of white, see through boyshort panties. My hand moves inside her panties, feeling the moistness growing at her pussy. She is beginning to moan softly as my fingers part her lips and slide into her.

“Well,” She moans, “It seems someone missed me.”

I push her shoulders forward until she is leaning over the couch. My fingers come out of her pussy long enough to pull her panties down and then remove my boxers. She looks back over her shoulders and gives her ass a little wiggle and I grab it again, pulling it back as my cock sinks deep into her pussy from behind. This elicits a n almost scream from her and I pound in furiously, my lack of sex the night before culminating in a wild desire to fuck her hard and quick. I can feel my orgasm about to start…

We are walking through a lingerie store. She is wearing a tight black dress that barely covers her ass and every time she bends over to look at something it rides up a little and I can see her ass, the cheeks divided by a bit of pink satin from the panties she is wearing. She turns to me holding a red lace teddy and grabs my hand as we move back to the dressing room so she can try it on. I am inside the dressing room as my wife bends over to remove her heels. The dress rides up again and as she bends lower her ass cheeks seem to spread invitingly. My hard cock is soon pressing her thong aside and as I enter her ass she lets out a low moan of pleasure. I thrust hard and deep, one hand reaching around to push fingers inside her wet pussy while the other pulls her against me. Her moans have turned to almost screams, my fingers that are inside göztepe escort her can feel the walls of her pussy tightening with her orgasms as she cums hard. I can feel my own beginning to build. One more hard thrust deep inside her ass and…

It’s a summer afternoon. We are somewhere in a grassy clearing in the forest near our house. I am bending over to get a drink from a small stream when a pair of black lace panties land beside me. I slowly turn around and there she is, laying back in the soft grass, her pants gone, panties dangling from my hand and her pussy waiting invitingly as the soft breeze blows across it’s moistness. I move forward soon I am between her legs, my shaft deep inside her. Her breasts are suddenly bare and my hands grab the round globes and squeeze. Feeling the firmness of them and listening to her moans as I roll her nipples between my fingers. I push deeper inside her, my cock throbs in time to her moans. I can feel the wetness from her orgasm. I am almost there…

We are in a restaurant somewhere. I am sure there are other people around but I don’t notice them. The only thing I see is my woman, laying on the table before me, a flowery skirt pulled high, her flexible legs up on my shoulders as I grab her thighs and pull her back onto my cock. She is screaming with pleasure. I have one quick thought to wonder how big of a tip I am going to have to leave here before my breath quickens and all thoughts are erased from my mind. It is building strong inside me…

I am seated on the couch in our living room. The sounds of a porno on the tv in front of me fill the air but I can’t see what is on the screen. A pair of breasts are bouncing in front of me as my own porn star slides up and down my shaft. Her perfect tits glisten halkalı escort slightly with a sheen of sweat she has built up riding me so hard. The smell of her sex is in the air. My legs are quite wet so she must have cum several times already. As another orgasm rocks her body she leans back and looks over her shoulder to watch the action on the screen as another girl screams with pleasure while a huge cock fills her with cum. My own body is ready for release. I can feel it so close…

There are soft, moist lips running across my cock. Her fingers graze by balls and gently run across my ass, one moist digit stopping to rub a little more firm at my hole. Her mouth is poised over my cock. There is a wicked grin on her face as she looks up into my eyes and then drops her head down, sucking hungrily. At the same time her finger enters me. The pleasure is so intense. My cock is deep in her mouth, her lips almost touching my balls. She begins moving her head up and down in time with her finger moving in and out. Her tongue is swirling around my shaft. I can feel the pleasure building again…

I feel a cool, moistness on my cock. My eyes shoot open as a tight pressure surrounds my shaft. I look down my body in time to see my cock disappearing into the puckered hole of my wife’s ass. She sinks all the way down with a little grind and a deep moan as she kneels astride me, facing away. Slowly her ass rises again. I watch as my cock begins to appear before she slams down hard again with another moan. She begins to ride me furiously, leaning forward and letting her ass work me hard. Her hand seems to be working her pussy and clit and she is moaning almost steady. Finally a wild orgasm takes over her, her whole body shaking as she slams me as deep into her ass as she can get. I respond with my own orgasm. I can feel my cum squirting out deep into her hole. Finally our orgasms subside. My wife pulls up off me, letting me stare at her ass for a second as a little bit of my cum dribbles out before turning around to face me.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I wake you up? You had such a hard cock as you lay there sleeping and I thought it would be a shame to let it go to waste.”

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This is an old story which I just found while clearing my floppy discs. Although I can remember what inspired it, it didn’t come out as well as I had hoped but still, may as well add it to the other stories! Perhaps feed back will help me improve it ;o)

They hadn’t been able to find a second to be alone this whole weekend and as it was now early Sunday evening there was little time left! This conference had seemed a good opportunity to finally see if the attraction that had been building up between them over months of casual banter and flirting in the office was going to go anywhere. When they had met up on Friday night in the hotel bar they had been surrounded by people the whole time and had both managed to chat fairly easily as part of the group, but it had become increasingly difficult for her to behave like a casual work colleague and by this morning she had been finding it difficult to talk at all, as everything she wanted to say…or more precisely do…could not to be shared in company!!

They had just dropped off a couple of people at the station for the early trains back home and were at last alone in the car. Driving along the almost deserted roads over the moor towards the small village pub where they were meeting yet more people for dinner, they were finding it hard to break the silence with other than basic pleasantries. She had only asked to come along when she had overheard him offer to drop the others off at the local BR line because she knew that on the way back they would have a little time to themselves. Now they murmured politely to each other about the beauty of the landscape and the wonderful light as dusk began to fall over the distant hills, while she wondered if his mind was filled with the same thoughts and images as hers…. and whether he was reacting to her closeness as strongly as she was reacting to his!

She glanced over at him as he manoeuvred the car around some tricky bends, his left hand changing the gears, the fingers of his right resting on the top of the steering wheel as he guided the car along the empty road…. and imagined for the millionth time what they would feel like on her body. Feeling his eyes on her she glanced up at his face and in the few seconds before he looked back at the road ahead, she saw with relief and delight that he was very much aware of her nearness!

Turning forward again she bit back a smile and pausing for a few moments she sighed dramatically before uncrossing her legs and spreading her knees slightly. Taking hold of the hem of the skirt of her short blue summer dress with one hand she began to waft it up and down to create a breeze, perfectly aware that she was exposing her upper thighs as she did so. Stretching out in her seat a little she kicked her shoes off and rubbed her throat and chest with her left hand, pushing it into the low rounded neck line of her dress and easing it down to expose more of her breasts, “it’s so hot today…” she sighed, lowering her eyelashes and casting a quick side long look in his direction.

He was watching the road ahead but he was smiling slightly and she knew he had noticed her actions…..and knew what she was doing! Suddenly they were both laughing and the awkwardness was finally banished as if a bubble had been burst. It now seemed so natural for her to slide her right hand onto his knee, digging her nails into his flesh gently as she breathed, “pull over somewhere!!”

He flicked his eyes up to the rear view mirror, ” …can’t! Someone’s behind us and the road is too narrow here anyway…… it’ll widen up in a few miles”. She felt the car surge forward as he pressed down on the accelerator a little, eager to reach somewhere they could stop.

She released the seat belt and lowered her seat back a bit so that she had a little room to move before raising one hand to the buttons on her dress, undoing them slowly one at a time, stroking her skin as she did so. Her right hand pulled her skirt up higher and she spread her legs, lifting her left foot to place it on the dashboard, exposing her inner thighs. He was glancing back and forth between her and the road ahead, trying to keep his concentration on the driving and on finding somewhere they could pull over, but also wanting to watch her. She smiled over at him, “don’t mind me babe, pay attention to the road…I’m just making mysef comfy.”

As she spoke she was pulling her dress open to reveal her lacy, strapless bra and she let her fingers trace along the top of the fabric as she cupped her breasts with both hands and pushed them together, squeezing them upwards hard so that the nipples popped up over the edge of the lace and she could rub her thumbs over them for a few moments before unhooking the front fastenings and pulling the bra around her body and out of her dress, tossing it into the back seat. Her dress fell off her shoulders and down to her elbows leaving her upper body nearly bare. She shook the loose strands of hair that had escaped her clips away from her neck as she brought her hands back to her breasts, pinching her nipples tightly, then stroking haramidere escort them softly as she closed her eyes and stretched out in her seat.

She sighed again as she dropped her left hand between her legs, trailing her fingers over her inner thighs and pulling her skirt up above her hips so he could see her run her palm over her damp panties, back and forth, feeling the ache start deep within her as she turned her head to look at him while he drove. He was concentrating on pushing the car around the country lanes, his gaze torn between her and scanning the road ahead for somewhere safe to pull over.

She closed her eyes again, suddenly her body was trembling, wanting his hands, his mouth, needing him to touch her….or to touch him. Reaching out she ran her right hand up and over his thigh and into his crotch, feeling the outline of his cock under her fingers and pushing her hand down between his thighs to squeeze his balls. She stroked her hand over him in time with her own movements over the damp fabric covering her crotch. She wriggled further forward in her seat and waited until he glanced over at her again before she pushed two fingers beneath the lacy edge of her panties and between her smooth shaven lips to circle the entrance to her soaking pussy.

He watched them moving under the thin material as she teased herself, imagining his hands on her, his mouth, his cock inside her. She groaned and her right hand squeezed him almost painfully as she arched up out of her seat, panting as the need built inside her. She felt his fingers cover hers on the outside of her panties, stroking at her, feeling her movements. He kept withdrawing his hand to change gears on the winding and hilly country roads, then touching her again…… now on her panties, now on her thighs, now squeezing her breast and stroking down her chest and tummy. His hand felt strong and warm on her skin and was making her moan even more, she opened her eyes to see the road ahead….it was still narrow and shouldered by hedges…no where to stop!

She pulled her fingers out of her panties, moving her hand from his crotch and twisting around to kneel up on her right knee in her seat facing him. Putting her left foot down on the floor to brace herself she raised her slippery fingers to brush them over his lips. He immediately opened his mouth and sucked on her fingertips as she reached over to kiss him, licking and biting gently at his lips and chin, his ear and neck, careful to keep out of his line of vision so he could still see the road. Suddenly she leaned forward and dropped her head into his lap, pushing her face as close to him as she could get, feeling the heat from his body and his hardening cock against her mouth and cheek. There was barely enough room for her between him and the steering wheel and she was leaning heavily across his left arm and hand as it rested on the gear stick. Taking a deep breath she opened her mouth wide over where she felt the head of his cock to be and moulding her lips to the now straining fabric of his jeans she breathed long and hard onto him, knowing he could feel the delicious warmth seeping through the denim. He inhaled loudly, ” For Gods sake babe, I can’t drive with you doing that!! Wait a sec…the road’s getting broader!”

She laughed and mumbled repentant noises but continued to kiss and bite at his cock and balls through his jeans. Her right arm was holding onto the back of his seat to keep her steady and she brought her left hand round from where it rested on his knee and pushed her fingers back into her panties to rub gently over her clit. The motion of the car, the scent of him, the heat from his body and her fingers were making her desperate for him and she was just considering unzipping his jeans so she could take him in her mouth when the car slowed and came to an abrupt halt. He clicked off the ignition and she heard him sigh as he relaxed back in his seat, pulling his left hand out from under her body and sliding it down her back to cup her ass, his right about to wind a handful of her hair around his fingers. Quickly she raised herself up, shaking free of his hands, and pushing open the car door she stepped out into the warm silence and the evening breeze, laughing as he moaned sharply at her sudden exit.

They had stopped in a lay by that appeared to be at one of the highest points on the moor, the landscape rolled away from them in all directions, bathed in a warm golden glow as the sun dropped ever lower behind the far hills. The car that had been behind them for the last several miles zipped past and was soon disappearing into the distance, leaving them alone. He opened his own door and followed her out, sighing in mock annoyance. He knew from their MSN sessions that she loved to wind him up to a point where he was starting to loose patience…and then draw it out just a bit longer still…..Obviously it was going to be the same in RL! Not that he minded really, he knew she wanted him just as much as he wanted her, but she just couldn’t içerenköy escort resist delaying the pleasure a little for them both and besides, she wasn’t 200 miles away now …she could only tease as long as he let her!!

He grinned to himself as he moved around the car towards her, she was standing in the middle of the road, breathing in the scented air and she turned to face him. Her hair, which had been loosely pinned up, was beginning to fall down around her neck. She was barefoot, her thin linen dress barely skimming her knees, the top half still wide open, hanging low on her arms, her breasts bare, the erect nipples flushed dark red. She smiled at him, as he stood by the car, wanting to touch him, wanting to pull his shirt out of his waistband and push her hands under it, over his smooth chest, feeling the warmth of his skin…..but mostly she wanted to kiss him.

She crossed the few feet between them and moved into his embrace, winding her arms up and around his neck, touching her lips to his. He slid his hands over her back and bottom, caressing her gently and pulling her tight against his body as they opened their mouths and thrust their tongues hungrily into each other. Tasting, rubbing, circling, wanting to get as far inside as possible, both of them unwilling to break the kiss, both of them prolonging it until they were desperate for breath. She moaned and he tried to pull back to let her get some air but she wouldn’t let him, she held him fast for a few more painful seconds before releasing him and allowing them both to gasp in air. They kept close together and she rubbed her cheek against his, pushing her breasts into his chest, feeling the friction as the sensitive nipples rubbed over his shirt. Dropping her hands to his waist she began to pull at the material, at the buttons, continuing until she had his shirt open and pushed back over his shoulders so she could rub her breasts against his bare chest. He was kissing her neck, his hands brushing the sides of her breasts where she was rubbing them against him, running up and down her spine and kneading her bottom as she slowly pushed him back against the side of the car. Her left hand caressed his cock through his jeans, squeezing him tightly as she kissed him again and again, her tongue darting across his chin and into his ear, her teeth nipping at the flesh of his throat as she moaned and squeezed his balls, telling him in shallow panting breaths how much she wanted him, wanted his cock in her mouth, wanted to taste him! She started to yank at his belt, dragging it undone and reaching for the zip of his jeans as she began to kneel in front of him. He groaned, watching her head start to descend down his body, he was so hard but he wasn’t ready to finish this yet and he knew once she got a taste of him she wouldn’t want to stop until she had drained him.

Without warning he grabbed her arms and held her away from him, spinning her around and pushing her against the car. Her breasts pressed almost painfully into the cool glass of the back window and she cried out, more with lust than discomfort, and clutched at the roof of the car as she felt him kneel down in the road. Then he was running his hands up the backs of her thighs and over her ass, pushing her skirt up to her waist as he went. She moaned and pushed her hips back and spread her legs as she felt his teeth sink into her ass cheek. She brought her right hand back to wind her fingers into his hair and hold him close against her. He knew she wanted to feel his mouth, his tongue on her, but it was his turn to tease and he just ran his thumbs under the sides of her panties to pull her cheeks apart and kiss gently along her crease, pushing his mouth against her anus and breathing on her through the lacy fabric until her legs shook and she was whimpering with need. Arching his neck to get as far under her as possible and reach her pussy, he could feel her heat and smell her arousal so strongly as he brushed his mouth across her drenched panties. As she bent over further he could see that she was now so wet they were moulded to her and he could clearly see the outline of her swollen lips though the fabric.

Her fingers flexed in his hair and she thrust his head away from her and turned around, pulling him up to stand in front of her and using her other hand to open the back door of the car she pushed him towards the back seat, “Get in……”

He climbed into the back seat, scooting into the middle and she waited until he looked up at her before she began to crawl in after him. Kneeling up on the seat next to him she reached behind her and hauled the door shut before turning to smile at him as she raised her arms to pull her hair free of the clips and shake it down. He ran his hand over her breasts and up around her neck to wind into her hair before easing her head down into his lap while he tugged at the zipper of his jeans. She caught his hand and dragged it away from his crotch before he could free himself from his boxers, once again leaning innovia escort forward and pushing her face against his now rock hard cock as it strained against the fabric. She opened her mouth and moaned, letting him feel the warmth and vibrations as she rubbed her lips and cheeks over him, breathing in his scent.

Still she made no move to suck him, although her mouth was almost watering in anticipation, but she was feeling playful again and didn’t want to end this yet. They’d both be leaving for home soon enough and who knew when they might meet up again, she wanted to enjoy as much of him as possible before they had to part, although she was wondering how much more ‘playing’ he would let her get away with!! He was groaning, spreading his legs sideways so he could push his hips forward and stretch his body out so she could reach him more easily, his knees were digging into the seats in front as his fingers flexed in her hair.

Pulling free of his hand she crawled forward and stretched out face down along the back seat to lie across his thighs, leaning on her forearms as she raised her feet up to point her toes at the roof of the car. She wriggled her bottom where it now lay in his lap, shifting about and parting her knees a little as she sighed and enjoyed the feeling of his cock trapped under her body, pressing against her tummy.

He was chuckling now, running both his hands over her skin where she lay so open in front of him. Her dress was still around her waist and arms and with a little help from her he took a few moments to pull her arms free and haul the crushed blue linen down her body and over her calves and feet. As she settled back she laid her head down on the seat, her arms above her head as she began to tremble at the gentle movements of his hands. His left hand was sliding around her ankle and down her leg to her knee, his right had stroked her hair and was now brushing down her spine, making her shiver. Suddenly impatient she shifted and seemed to be about to get up. He held her still, smiling to himself, it was her turn to be teased! He raised his hand and slapped her hard on her arse saying, “lie still!”

She inhaled sharply at the impact but then turned her head to give him a sly smile and a mummered, “yes Sir!”…. before stretching out across his lap once again. Squeezing her ass cheeks hard, he slid his right hand between her legs, brushing the tips of his fingers lightly over the outside of her utterly drenched panties. He hooked one thumb into them and dragged them down to her thighs, his other hand still gently rubbing and stroking her ass. Then suddenly he pushed his hand roughly between her hot slippery lips and slid two fingers deep inside her pussy, immediately thrusting his wrist hard and fast. She bucked up, gasping and panting as she pushed back against his probing fingers. It felt so good, she was so hot and wet and as he spread his fingers inside her, stretching her walls, she moaned again. Her clit was aching and she wasn’t going to last much longer. His fingers, and indeed most of his hand, were dripping from her juices as he moved them around inside her, pumping then in and out of her soaking pussy. Pulling them out he began to circle her arsehole with his middle finger, pressing gently as she started to whimper and then sliding it hard inside her, pushing his thumb into her pussy as he did so. Bringing his fingers together inside her he thrust them back and forth, slow and shallow at first but getting deeper and faster as she relaxed. She cried out again and bucked back harder against his fingers, his hands on her were moving so deliberately, so rhythmically and she was beginning to tremble now, desperate to climax. He knew she was close and as she lifted up onto her elbow to twist around and slide her hand down to her pussy to rub her clit he pulled his fingers out of her and dragged her off his lap, pushing her into a sitting position next to him.

She was slightly dazed for a few moments and did little but groan in disappointment as she watched him shrug his shirt off. Shaking herself she moved back to him, he was lifting his hips to push his jeans and boxers down and she reached to help him, pulling them down to his knees to release his cock at last. She sighed as he wound his arm around her waist, pulling her close while she ran her hands over his thighs before lacing her fingers together and wrapping both hands around his hot, hard shaft. He was throbbing as she began to stroke him slowly, watching as the movement of her fingers pulled the skin tight over the head and a few drops of pre-cum appeared. “Hmmmmmmm…..” she purred deep in her throat, before leaning forward to lick it up, her tongue circling his swollen head a few times before starting to lap at him with little darting movement as her fingers continued to pump him, picking up speed as she got into a rhythm.

He was breathing loudly, his head lying back on the seat, his eyes closed as he ran his hands over her back and ass and into her hair. She was making little moaning sighs as she licked at him, pausing between swirling her tongue over his cockhead to tell him how she loved feeling his blood pulsing through him, how good his precum tasted, how much she wanted him. He was close and she was desperate to end this but suddenly she needed more, this was their first time together and she wanted him inside her, wanted to be facing him, to get as close to him as she could.

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