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She was a study buddy from a class and while we got good work done together, I didn’t really have any interest in her. She was a little too “girly” for me. What I mean is that she took a lot of interest in what kind of shoes she was wearing and whether her hair was done “just so.” You know, girl stuff. As a study buddy, I didn’t feel too obligated to show that much interest in that stuff, but I guess that I must’ve done something. I hadn’t even asked her to go to the dance. She had asked me, how crazy was that? I hadn’t even been planning on going, yet here I was decked out in a suit and waiting for her in her living room. The dance had started about ten minutes ago and while I am normally a very punctual person, she was not. I had been sitting in her living room for the better part of forty minutes now and while I could hear her walking around upstairs and would occasionally shout something up to her, I mostly just sat and looked at the wall art. I don’t know why I was impatient. Maybe it was the hunger. I’d been planning on taking her out for a bite at a place not far from the dance and then heading over to show off my moves and hope I could look her in the eye again after that. As it was, I was still hungry, still sitting in a chair, and still looking at an afghan hanging on her wall. Then I heard foot steps.

The foot steps were coming down the stairs and from my seat all I had to do was turn my head in order to see who was coming down. It was her. But it wasn’t her. Suddenly my hunger didn’t matter and I was unable to move from the chair that I’d been dying to get out of for the last fifteen minutes. Sure, this woman coming down the stairs had the same facial features and was approximately the same height and weight, but it was a far cry from the girl I’d crammed for midterms with just a few nights before. This was a moment dreams are made of. It was a moment at which I wish that life had a pause or at least a slow motion button so that every single second of that time could be digested and savored. The creature coming down the stairs nearly transcended womanhood with her beauty. The dress seemed painted on rather than worn. It moved with her and accentuated her every move. I literally gulped and hoped it wasn’t too obvious that I was staring.

I believe that there is a scale of physical attraction. Guys use such things in order to “rate” women and although chauvinistic, I’m not convinced that women don’t do similar things to men when sizing up men although they probably aren’t as explicit. Along with this scale, I believe that both men and women have some idea of where they fall on the scale of the opposite sex’s chart. So, if a man thinks of himself as a six then he probably is about a six. Maybe he’s a seven, maybe he’s a five, but he’s probably in the general neighborhood unless he has serious self-esteem or ego problems. With this, I think ankara escort that people tend to date people who’re more or less around their value. So a male eight wouldn’t date a female two and vice versa. I embarked on this exposé into cross sex attractiveness for one reason – at the moment she started coming down those stairs I knew I was going on a date with a woman who was physically at least seven, and possibly eight points ahead of me. If someone had handed me a winning lottery ticket at that moment, I couldn’t have been more filled with glee and wonder.

She wanted to go to dinner. I wanted to her go back up the stairs and come down again, but I didn’t say that. We went to dinner and the place was packed. There were other students who were obviously there for the dance and as I looked around at the other couples there, I felt like the luckiest guy in the room. Maybe there was something to all that “girly stuff.” In any case, I tripped over my tongue at dinner and tried not to stare at her, but then, it’s hard not to stare at the most beautiful person in the room. I was transfixed and although I’d had dozens of conversations with her before this night, tonight I was at a loss for words. I hoped that I wasn’t making too much of an idiot out of myself – then it hit me, we were going to have to dance later and the idiocy was going to happen anyways. I tried to enjoy dinner and although I don’t remember what I ate, it was one of the best meals I’d ever had.

We walked from the restaurant to the dance hall just up the road. It was cold, the wind was blowing and in her heels, she’d occasionally bump up against me. I knew it wasn’t intentional, but that she had touched me! We’d touched before of course and she’d even given me a hug before, but I hadn’t thought much of it. I silently prayed that the DJ at the dance would play something slow.

At the dance we checked our jackets and paid for our tickets. The bass from the speakers was reverberating through the walls. It didn’t sound like there was going to be much slow dancing, but in we went. It should be known as a general rule that unless a white man is in a boy band or is Michael Jackson (and he wasn’t always white) he is probably unable to dance; it isn’t in our genetic makeup. Fortunately, there was a strobe light and while there was a good deal of bumping into people around us and into each other, I’m pretty sure that most of my white man jive was hidden. At the very least, I couldn’t see her laughing at me and she was gracious enough not to mention it afterwards. The pain of trying to act as though I had rhythm was mercifully short. We’d been late to begin with and after dinner, our time on the dance floor was cut because the DJ wanted to go home and so we began the trek back to the car and the drive back to the apartments.

Back in our parking lot, kızılay escort she realized that she’d lost her keys. Her roommates weren’t in and she came over to my place. Not being able to use her car or get into her apartment I invited her to crash on my couch. She accepted and I found a clean pair of shorts and a T shirt for her to sleep in. I was surprised when she slid the short on under the dress, the T-shirt on over the dress, and the dress off while still being dressed right in my living room. I looked at the dress puddled up on the floor and decided that it looked good there. I gave her a blanket and pillow for the couch and as I did so the tongue that had been betraying me all night long finally uttered something worthy of the moment – “Could I lay with you for a while?”

She agreed and I ran upstairs for shorts and a T-shirt myself. Coming back downstairs I turned off the lights and laid down next to her in very cramped quarters. I held her for quite some time and she sighed in my arms. It was quiet except for the pounding of two hearts that were enjoying being close. The room was dark except for the light of the occasional car which could be seen through the trees outside my living room window. Our bodies lay quietly in that darkness for a while, but one can only be still for so long without having to move a little and so it began with a little movement and a little rubbing. After a few minutes I moved my hand across her back, softly allowing it to glide over her t-shirt. She nuzzled her head against my chest. I shifted my weight so that she was more on top of me than next to me. She moved a leg over my legs. I rubbed her back harder. Then she moved up and laid fully on top of me, our cheeks rubbing against each other and our breathing started getting fast. I closed my eyes and remembered her walking down the stairs. It was nearly incomprehensible to me that the angel that had done that earlier was now gradually beginning to rock herself against me. My hands slid under the t-shirt and began rubbing her bare back. She pushed herself up slightly so that she was looking right at me, lowered herself down, and our lips met for the briefest, yet sweetest, of kisses. Our movement continued slowly. Was it a fear of forging ahead? Was it that we didn’t know what this would do to our friendship? Was it just that we were enjoying every sensation and didn’t want to rush? I knew that it was unexpected on my part. I was shocked that we were there, but I was savoring every minute of it as well.

After a while, our bodies began moving faster and urges we’d not had for each other started welling up. We kissed harder and our tongues danced circles around each other. Her legs straddled mine on that small couch and she rubbed her sex against mine through two thin pairs of shorts. I closed my eyes and thought polatlı escort about how close we were and how good she felt. My hands felt around her body under her shirt and I allowed them to go wherever they wanted. Beginning with her back I felt around her ribs and then to her belly. I moved them up and cupped her breasts. I felt around those wonderful mounds and then up to their peaks. All the while, we both kept our clothes on.

She fell on top of me and our breathing labored together. We both knew what was happening. I had three roommates, any of which could come downstairs or come in from the outside and look into the living room. My own roommate was in bed in our room. We had no key to her apartment so we couldn’t go there. We didn’t dare take our clothes off in this place. I rolled her off of me and squeezed her in my arms. I moved my lips to her ear and whispered, “Roll over.” She cocked her head with a questioning glance, but did as I asked. Reaching around her, I slipped one hand over her shoulder and down her shirt. He head rested on my arm while my hand played with her breast. With my other hand, I began rubbing her belly and slowly allowed it to travel to the waist band of her shorts. With both arms I gently pulled her closer to me so that my entire front was pressed up against her entire back. The moment was as sensuous as I’d ever had.

My fingers slipped beneath the elastic waistband to a place I never dreamed they would go. Beneath them, I felt an intricate pattern of lace. Again, I started slowly, just allowing my hand to glide over her and not wanting to rush anything. I felt her from her thighs to her navel. It was another moment that I wished could come with a pause button. She moaned quietly and I felt the heat between her legs and the moisture that was coming through the lace. I pressed down on that lace just a little more and was rewarded with another moan so for a while I was satisfied just to do that. That was, however, just for a while. I moved my fingers up to the second waist band they’d travel beneath that evening and slowly slid them under. I felt her wetness and heat right there on my own fingers. I parted her outer lips and allowed my fingers to move up and down her from the very front to the very back. I caressed that outer ridge in a circle over and over again, still feeling the amazement that I was doing this at all. Finally, I began circling into her. I felt her nub and the way into her. I started with one finger inside and pumped it in and out. When this started, she began moving with me in rhythm backing herself against me. Not long after that, I added a second finger and started moving my hand in a circular motion. Her whole body shivered and she gasped. Her heavy breathing became staggered and it appeared she was no longer in control of herself. She moved her head over to one side and put her mouth over my arm and screamed a muffled scream of pleasure and delight.

I removed my hands from her, but still held on for a while. We spent most of the night in an embrace until we were too tired and I had to go to bed. We went our separate ways after that semester, but I’ll never forget the night I spent with an angel.

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The phone woke Zac from his slumber; he was late for his first appointment. His head still spinning from the party last night made dodging the early morning traffic all the more difficult. Zac was a bike courier in London, this kept him in good shape, however this morning he was looking somewhat bedraggled. He had not shaven for two days well it had been the weekend.

His first job was a simple collect and drop, somebody working from home had forgotten to take some files and he had to pick them up from the office which was in Westminster and drop them off at the house which was in Knightsbridge. Having collected the folder he headed off to the address, sounded like a posh top floor apartment.

On arrival he had the package signed for by a very nice late twenties earlier thirties woman. He decided to take a chance and ask if it was possible to use the facilities, strictly this is not allowed but this lady seemed nice and somewhat relaxed about life she had just answered the door in her bathrobe.

“Excuse me would it be at all possible for me to use you bathroom” Zac said

“Of course up the stairs second on the left” she said.

?????

Cleo had decided to work from home, it was Monday and she just could not be arsed to go into the office there was the on problem of the file she needed but a quick call to her secretary and that would be couriered over. Well thought Cleo, I have some time before the file gets here, mmmm let me see what should I do with that time.

As she lay on her bed she thought about the last time she had felt a man inside her and more importantly to her the last time she had felt a hard throbbing cock in her mouth. Oh how she loved to suck cock, she loved the warm hardness in her mouth, the slight musty manly odour that was associated with a man’s crotch. As she started to let he mind wonder so did her hands, running down over her full breasts squeezing her hardening nipples, on down over her navel now inside her dressing gown. She let her fingers slide gently over her freshly shaven lips, she always kept her bush well trimmed, she emek escort like to have the lips bare of any hair but keep some hair on top. As her fingers started to explore her pussy lips she slowly slid two finger of her other hand into her mouth as she thought about sucking on a cock.

BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

“Fuck, who the hell could this be” Cleo thought.

“Yes” Cleo said into the intercom.

“Package delivery for Miss Bush” the Voice came back.

Opening the door Cleo, in her now horny state, was confronted by a young fit cycle courier. Maybe this would be her lucky day.

The cycle courier seemed nice and after all was signed for he asked most politely if he could use the bathroom. Cleo was already hatching a plan to seduce him.

“Of course up the stairs second on the left” Cleo said.

Heading up stair Zac thought she must be loaded living in a place like this on her own, he had noticed only women’s coats on the coat stand.

Turn as told to the second on the left Zac found him self in the bedroom, and was quite taken aback stepping out quickly he met the woman in the hall, you said, “Second left, Yes?” Zac questioned, “Did I, oh sorry I should have said right” the woman answered.

Oh God Cleo thought with out thinking I had directed him in to my room. Standing in the middle of the room she waited to hear the toilet flush, she could not stop thinking of the couriers bulging cycling shorts. As the toilet flushed and the courier stepped out Cleo called to him,

“Excuse me, I know it is a bit rude but I was wondering if you might be able to help me”

“I can try” Zac replied.

“I want to see how my bed would look by the window and I would be ever so grateful if you would help me move it.” Cleo continued

Zac thought of the tip and agreed to help. They moved the bed into the window and as Cleo sat down on the bed her robe fell open, just a little but enough, to reveal her breasts and shaven pussy. Zac did not know where to look.

“Do you like what keçiören escort you see” Cleo asked reaching up to stroke the enlarging bulge in the cycling shorts,

“Umm, well, umm yes” Zac stammered.

As Cleo freed the throbbing man hood from it confines within the cycling shorts she let her robe fall more open. As the excitement rose within her Cleo took the hard cock between her lips letting her tongue pass over the salty head where a small amount of pre-cum had formed. God that tasted sooo good, as the cock twitched and jerked over her tongue, she slowly took the whole of it into her mouth and expertly down her throat, caressing the balls with her hands.

A groan escaped Zac’s lips he has seen the movies of guys getting deep throat but had never come across a girl that could do it, this just felt wild, he resisted the temptation to run his fingers thought her hair, he knew if he did he would grab the back of her head and fuck her face this was going so good he did not want to screw it up.

Cleo still fondling his balls started to pick up the pace sliding her lips the full length of Zac’s manhood, swirling her tongue around the red head before swallowing the whole salty tasty musky thing back down her throat. She could feel Zac start to buck his hips, like he was not going to cum but was getting close, so craftily wetting her finger with saliva she reached below Zac’ ball sack and started to make circles with the pad of her finger in he dark rosebud of an anus, before dipping the tip inside his tight hole.

This was new for Zac he felt the finger near his hole and then on his hole, He was enjoying the sucking and the finger did not feel bad only slightly strange. As it started to push into his ass he felt his knees buckle slightly and a new sensation fill his loins.

You like this don’t you thought Cleo and she continued to suck deeply on the throbbing dick in front of her, as she took the whole of his cock deep into her throat she pushed he finger deep into her ass. This was all to much for gölbaşı escort Zac who’s knees buckled again and he shot he load deep into her mouth filling her mouth with jet after jet of creamy cum which Cleo swallowed down with ease.

As the last drops of cum were sucked from the cock in front of her Cleo fell back onto the bed he legs spread and her robe open. Zac feeling that the pleasure should not be all his, once he had regained his senses knelt between her open legs and slowly parted her virginal petals, to see he clit protruding from its hood.

Zac slowly ran his tongue over the hood and round and down along the line of her virginal lips and back up over her warm moist hole to her clit, circling his tongue around it.

A gasp escaped Cleo lips, not only did his tongue seem to know exactly where she wanted it his stubble scraped the inside of her legs and virginal lips in a way that send waves of pleasure up through her body.

Zac continued to move his tongue in an irregular motion as he felt her body twitch beneath him, some times moving his tongue slow and hard in broad strokes other time, other times fast and soft flicking at her clit.

Moving slightly he inserted one then two fingers into her pussy pushing then not only in but also up searching for her G spot. The woman beneath him moans and writhed as his fingers sought out the very depths of her pleasure at the same time his tongue danced its dance upon her.

Cleo could feel it building within her, the tongue on her clit the finger in her moist pussy she moved her body till they were stroking her exactly where she wanted, the warmth and the tingling increased and her moans became louder she pushed down deep on to the fingers the tongue squashed against her clit the stubble scratching at her lips and inner thighs it was all to much, with on final gasp an orgasm rocked through her body as wave after wave of pleasure emanating out from her womanhood, her juices gushed on to his tongue as he lapped at them covering his face with there sticky wetness.

As she lay gasping on the bed and he lay between her legs she thought this was a good day to take off.

Zac had never seen a woman cum so much his cock was once again hard and this naked woman on the bed seem keen and her open wet pussy looked so inviting, he was going to have to call the office tell them he had been knocked off his bike.

To be continued ………

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I was stepping over the caution tape again. The day before I had been cited for trespassing here, on a public trail I had been hiking for years. An officer wearing gloves and a mask had issued me a ticket and sternly reminded me to “stay at home!”

It seemed ironic. The way I saw it- no one else dared to cross the police tape at the trailhead so I really wasn’t doing anyone any danger. I was further from any other human contact on this abandoned trail than I would be in my own apartment!

It was a dusty hiking path that snaked through a beautiful golf course and wound down through meadows and streams to the green blue Pacific Ocean. Since “safer from home procedures” had gone into effect I’d been coming here daily at lunch to get some exercise before returning to my apartment for the second half of the work day.

Itd have been easy to stay at home if I was older or out of shape or something, but I’m in my late twenties and athletic. I was used to surfing, jogging, and swimming almost daily, and with everything closing- including the fuckin ocean, this hike was my only reprieve from my desk in my 1bedroom apartment.

Also, if I’m being honest, it just felt good to be defiant.

It’s about a 20 minute hike from the trail head to the ocean. I usually start out jogging to work up a sweat. Today was beautiful- about 75 degrees and windless. I had left my t shirt in the car and was hiking in my board shorts and nikes. The sun felt good on my bare back, cooking my skin. I’d managed to get a tan, and stay in shape from my daily lunch hikes.

Being spring time, the grass had grown high, and on most parts of the trail, it provided a lot of privacy. So today the trail was well hidden from the public eye and soon I could only see the tall vegetation around me and the dusty path leading me down to the turquoise water of the Pacific Ocean.

I had been hiking about 10 minutes and was lost in the enjoyment of nature. I walked around a bend in the trail and stopped short.

“Hello.”

There was a girl. She was sitting on a Boulder next to the trail, eating a cliff bar.

“Hey,” I exclaimed, immediately trying to look subtle as I checked her out.

She was fucking beautiful. Must’ve only been about twenty or so. Dark hair pulled up in a messy bun that would’ve fallen to the the small of her back if she let it down. She had tan, olive skin and warm brown eyes. Full lips that betrayed a smile as saw me checking her out.

“You know you’re not supposed to be down here?” She said as she hopped off the rock. She moved like a cat, decisively, light on her feet.

Her body language was confident, sexy as she walked towards me. She had long slender legs and hips that mesmerized me, the way they swayed as she took steps. She was wearing yoga pants that accentuated her athletic profile and narrow waist. She had on a sports bra that covered small, firm breasts.

“You’re not supposed to be here either,” I croaked. She faced me now.

She had long delicate fingers and she placed one on my lips. I could feel my cock start to grow under my shorts. “I guess this has to be our little secret then,” she said softly.

“So, are you going swimming?” Her tone ankara escort was suddenly playful instead of seductive.

“I hadn’t planned on it, but it’s nice out, so maybe,” I said, disappointed in the change in conversation. Was she just fucking with me? If she noticed my board-shorts could she see my growing hard on?

“Hmm…” she murmured as she turned on her heel and walked back toward the rock she was sitting on.

Watching her from behind was a sight to behold. Her ass was incredible: big and round, accentuated by her tiny waist. It swayed when she walked, like her hips did. I was captivated.

She bent down to pick up her small bag, arching her back and sticking her perfect ass in the air as she collected her things. The fabric of her yoga pants looked stretched to its limit and I swear I could see the outline of her tight pussy. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! I wanted to peel back those little yoga pants and bury my face between those perfect ass cheeks as she bent-

“Hey,” she said- startling me out of my stupor. She’d gathered her bag and had walked another 10 feet down the trail without me noticing, my mind fully occupied by its own fantasy.

“Come on,” she said quietly, with a mischievous smile. She beckoned to me with one finger.

I’d have followed her off a cliff.

I caught up, and we walked together down the trail toward the ocean.

“I saw you staring at my ass,” she said.

“Oh, uh,” I paused, racking my brain for something to say, “yeah,” I admitted.

She laughed “it’s ok… I wanted you too. You’re cute.”

“Oh yeah? Well thanks!” I said, starting to loosen up, “You’re pretty easy on the eyes yourself.”

She smiled and slowed her pace, stopping in a small meadow. “Put your hands on it.”

“What?” I asked, convinced I was somehow still misreading the situation.

“I want you to put your hands on my ass right now…” she said slowly, biting her lip. She turned around and stuck her beautiful butt out at me.

My heart was racing and I could feel my cock pitching a tent in my shorts- there was no hiding how bad I wanted to fuck her now.

Slowly, I reached out a hand and placed it gently on her right ass cheek. It was firm and round under the spandex of her yoga pants. Suddenly I wasn’t feeling shy anymore, I let my hands slide down further and squeezed the bottom of her ass, my fingers close to her pussy and ass hole. She moaned in encouragement. Now I nealt down in the grass so I was at eye level with her butt. She laughed and bent over, giving me total access. I grabbed both cheeks now, and kneaded them. Spread them apart and pushed them together, slapped them and ran my hands where ever I pleased. Soon I ran my hand up the inside of her left thigh, stopping short right under her tight little pussy. I pulled her toward me and she groaned as she backed into my face. I breathed in the scent of her perfect ass and pussy through the spandex and cotton. I could tell she was wet. As I exhaled I moved my hand higher, finally making contact with her. She moaned louder and looked back at me as I massaged her clit through the yoga pants.

“Fuuuuck,” she whimpered.

I ankara eve gelen escort stood up then, my cock nearly ripping a hole through my trunks.

I grabbed her forcefully and pulled her around to face me. I stared at her beauty in awe before I pulled her close and kissed her deeply, now letting my hands run up to her chest. I found my way under her sports bra and pinched her nipples hard as our tongues eagerly explored each other’s mouths. “I want to fuck you by the water,” I said in a voice that surprised myself. This woman had turned me into an animal- I couldn’t stop my self now if I wanted.

She just bit her lip and nodded and we took off down the trail, pulling our clothes off as we went.

The abandoned beach wasn’t far and before I could think, she was on top of me, our naked bodies Falling in a heap in the sun cooked sand. Her dark hair had come undone and it fell around my face as she straddled my hips and i I explored her warm tan breasts with my hands. Her nipples were small and hardened as I teased them with my fingers. She leaned down and kissed my neck, and my chest, and my abs, and lingered there for a moment. She brought her hand up and cupped my balls in them and looked up at me, as I rested on my elbows. Her delicate, manicured fingers played with my balls as my dick pointed in the air.

“I want to swallow your cock,” she said as she massaged my balls softly. I stood up, my thick cock throbbing in front of her face.

She smiled wickedly, and walked toward me on her knees through the sand.

Slowly, she approached me and took my smooth cock head into her mouth. Her full lips wrapped around my bell, sucking gently. She ran her nails up and down my legs as she took more of it in. Now I could feel her tongue playing with the bottom of my cock as her lips wrapped around my shaft. She moved her hands to my ass and pulled me forward and all 8 inches of my length disappeared. I gasped in pleasure, never before experiencing head as good this. I looked down and met her eyes, and not even the base of my dick was visible. She winked at me as she licked my balls, my whole cock still lodged in her throat. I almost came and she sensed it- slowly pulling back. Her lips and throat released me and she gasped for air as thick strands of saliva hung from my cock and from her mouth.

“I almost just came, holy shit,” I said.

“I know,” she smiled. “Not so fast. I want you to eat my pussy and ass till I cum then fuck me as hard as you can until we both cum again.”

She bent over in front of me again, like before in the meadow. Only this time, she’d left her spandex pants on the trail.

I stared at her flawless, waxed pussy and ass as she bowed away from me, her behind sticking into the air and her breasts and the side of her face resting in the warm sand. I reached out and ran my hands over her ass, my thumb grazing her puckered hole. It was the same color as the rest of her flawless olive skin, without a blemish to been seen. I slowly lowered my mouth to her ass and rimmed her, feeling the crinkled skin against my tongue and mouth. She moaned softly and I watched goosebumps çankaya escort appear on her body despite the heat. Now I took both of my thumbs and spread her pussy apart, my face only inches away. She moaned as i spread her pink wet lips apart and lowered my mouth to it. She tasted amazing, fresh- I flicked my tongue across her clit a few times then drove it up into her hole.

“Fuck that feels amazing,” she moaned from the sand “don’t stop!”

I was lapping up her dripping pussy and fingering it at the same time. I rubbed some of her slippery juices on her ass hole with my spare hand and she started trembling. I worked 1 finger into her tight ass as I fucked her with my tongue and used the fingers on my other hand to rub her swollen clit in circles. She was quivering in pleasure now, and begged me, “put another finger in my ass, oh my fu-” she clamped her own hand over her mouth and bit it.

She was so wet now that her ass easily allowed both my middle and index finger to push deep inside her. I was still wasting her pussy but pulled my face back to take a breath, and noticed she was close. I started Pumping both fingers in and out of her- and she came, her ass spasming and clenching on my fingers and her pussy literally dripping from between her legs into the sand.

She was gasping for air after her violent climax. I watched her as I stroked my hard dick.

She moaned, “you just made my ass cum.”

“What about your pussy?” I asked.

She smiled up at me, “Show me how your gonna make my fucking pussy come- fuck me doggy-style and don’t hold back,” she demanded.

I didn’t know how long I’d last but I was going to give it my best shot.

I positioned myself behind her, reaching around her to stroke her breasts and nipples with one hand while guiding my bulging cock head into her pussy with the other.

“You’re fucking huge,” she laughed, then moaned abruptly in surprise as I slowly slid my rock hard dick all the way inside her, until my pelvis pushed against her soft ass and her knees shook.

“Fuu-u-u-uck!” She shuddered as I began to slam in and out of the tightest wettest pussy I’d ever fucked.

I stuck my thumb in her butt as I fucked her from behind, using my other hand to grab her by the hip and pull her back against me as I drove deep into her wetness. My thumb in her ass could feel my cock sliding in and out of her pussy and I could start to feel myself losing control.

She was evidently close too,

“I’m gonna fuckin’ cum,” she moaned.

I pumped her pussy as fast as I could until I thought I’d explode inside her then pulled out and turned her around with my free hand.

“Cum all over my tits,” she begged as she furiously rubbed her pussy into orgasm.

Seeing her bite her lip and cum in front of me was too much, I pulled her against me and unloaded rope after rope of thick cum all over her neck and tits. She laughed in amazement at the sheer volume of my load.

Satisfied, I took a deep breath and exhaled as I stared at the sky.

I felt my still hard cock slide back into her mouth and looked down to see her sucking the last drops out of me. When she was done, she she stood up, my cum drenching her tits and dripping off her nipples.

She grabbed my hand and led me to the waters edge.

“Let’s clean up,” she said.

“Ok,” I smiled. “By the way what’s your name?”

She paused, in thought… “How about we do this again tomorrow, and maybe I’ll tell you then.”

Before I could answer she laughed, and dove into the sea.

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They had been planning this trip for months and now they were there. The online photos of the overwater bungalows only gave the viewer a very general sense of what it was actually like to be standing inside of one. It was simply beautiful. Not just the view of the water they had just a few feet away, but everything about living space. It took this vacation to a whole new level.

They both stepped onto the back deck to look around more closely at the amenities and were impressed with the infinity pool and deck right on the water. They both could not wait to try the water hammock. The outdoor shower would be interesting. Being fully exposed, even if nobody else could see them, was exciting.

He walks up behind her and places his hands on her hips while she looks out over the lagoon and kisses her neck. She feels a tingle run up her spine at his touch and smiles. He wraps his arms around her more fully and pulls her back into him. “This is going to be a great vacation” he whispers into her ear.

He loves the way she feels in his arms and can’t stop himself from sliding one of his hands up to her breast and gently squeezing. He smiles as he hears her soft moan at the touch. He moves his other hand down, and then up and under her shirt tracing his fingers along her skin. He continues to gently caress her breast while he moves his other hand around her stomach and up her torso. He hears her moan again at his continued touches and longs to pleasure her.

The water here is so clear that you can easily see to the sandy bottom. There are fish that swim all around. She was enjoying the view when she felt his hand wrap her up and his lips kiss her neck. She always enjoyed it when he kissed her neck from behind. She knew what was coming next. Sure enough, there was his hand moving up her body and cupping her breast. She couldn’t help but sigh that escaped her lips.

He was gently squeezing her, trying to get her aroused. It was working. She could feel her nipples getting hard. His other hand had made its way under her shirt by this time and was tickling her midsection. She turned in his arms before he could move to her other breast and kissed him on the lips. “Thank you for this,” she said to him.

He tried to slip his hands back under her shirt to undo her bra, but she stopped him. “There will be plenty of time for play after we get settled” she said to him. ankara escort bayan He took this momentary defeat in stride and kissed her on the lips again before moving back to the bedroom to start unpacking.

She watched him go into the bedroom and start putting their things in the dresser. She took this opportunity to more closely check out the shower. It was exposed to the outside world but couldn’t be seen by the other bungalows. It had the type of shower head that one wishes they had at their own home but never had. It had a nice overhead sprayer as well as a hand wand that could be taken off the wall and used for all sorts of things.

It had been a long trip to get this far and she felt like she needed a quick clean up before they went to the resort for some food. She kicked off her shoes and undid her pants, taking them off and putting them to the side. She reached over and turned on the water to the shower giving it time to warm up before she got in. She reached down and pulled her shirt off over her head. For this trip she made sure that she brought all her matching bra and panty sets as she thought they made for a nice visual for him. For the trip over to the island she wore her dark blue set knowing that he had a real liking for this color on her.

She reached over to feel the temp of the water and smiled as it was nearly perfect. She could feel his eyes on her but didn’t look back at him. She reached up and undid her bra and slid it off her arms and onto the ground. Now she was only wearing her blue g-string. She liked the way they felt when she wore them. Sexy. She had a nice ass and she wanted her man to enjoy the view unobstructed. The front was a small triangle that only just barely covered her. She didn’t have to worry about any hair showing in that area as she had waxed everything just before they left.

She reached down and ran her finger over the wet spot on her panties that had formed while he touched her. She always got wet when he touched her. She pulled down the panties and stepped out, flicking them to the side with her foot. The water was warm now and she stepped into the shower.

The tan tile on the one wall with the frosted glass tiles on the other gave the shower an incredible open feeling even though there was no door or wall to separate it from the outside. He watched her undress from the demetevler escort other room. He knew that she knew he would be watching her. He watched her undress and shower as often as he could. He loved looking at her body and could feel himself getting aroused.

She was stepping out of her g-string and he thought he could see a small darker spot on the fabric as she flicked it away. He smiled to himself. He liked getting her hot and bothered. She was stepping into the shower and under the water now and he continued to watch her.

The water was just perfect. She had only turned on the overhead shower head and was enjoying the water flowing down her neck and shoulders and back. She closed her eyes and looked up letting the water cover her face and front. She moved her hands up to her face to wipe away the water and then back down her chest over her breasts. Her nipples were nearly back to normal now but as she moved her fingers over them, they perked back up. It felt nice.

Her body was wet with the water allowing her hands to flow over her skin effortlessly. She took a moment to reach down over her smooth pussy. She could feel how wet she had become at his touch and smiled. She ran her finger slowly up and down her clit getting the blood flowing. She turned and put her back to one of the walls and lifted her leg up and put her foot on the ledge. She reached down with her other hand and spread her lips and started to rub her clit back and forth. She slid a finger into herself just a little and rubbed her juices over her clit. She couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her lips.

She opened her eyes for a moment to find the shower wand and turned it on. It had several settings and it only took her a moment to find the one she wanted. A nice gentle pulse. She relaxed back into the wall with her leg up and positioned the nozzle close to her pussy. She spread her lips and let the water pulse over her. The water felt wonderful on her clit. The way it pulsated and pressed against her was making her hotter and hotter. She could feel herself getting closer to climax.

She started moaning and opened her eyes. She saw him looking at her, and that was all she needed to cum. The orgasm nearly caused her to lose her balance, but she put her leg down before that happened. She opened her eyes again to make sure esat escort she was still watching her. She liked that he had his cock and was touching it.

He had taken his pants off and pulled out his cock when she put her back to the wall and closed her eyes. He knew she was going to play with herself. She didn’t do it often in the shower, but this was a vacation and he had his suspicions it might happen. He was hard in no time as he watched her touching herself. He slowly stroked his cock as she had reached for the wand.

He was leaking precum all over the head of himself as he stroked. Then she opened her eyes and looked at him. He knew that she was about to explode with an orgasm and had to control himself so that he didn’t blow his load right there on the edge of the bed. He watched her recover and moved across the room taking off his shirt to join her in the shower.

She reached for him. Not his cock but his hand, his neck and kissed him deeply. He moved his hands around her back and pulled her in close pressing their bodies together. They kissed hard with her hands moving up and down over his back. He ran his hands down her back and over her ass and pulled her harder into the embrace. His cock was fully pressed between them and he could feel it twitch against her. He could feel her breasts pressed against his chest and even her nipples as they slipped against him.

He felt her hand slide between them and grasp his cock. It was his turn to moan as she started to move her hand up and down his shaft. He continued to kiss her while squeezing her ass. He felt her move back slightly to break the kiss. She was moving down his body, kissing as she went. He closed his eyes and looked up as she took his cock into her mouth.

He loved the way she gave him head. She would work her mouth around the tip pressing her tongue against the underside, licking it like a lollipop. Her hand would work the shaft up and down with her occasionally taking moves of his length into her mouth. He thought he was excited before just watching her in the shower, but now he was truly excited. He could feel his cock getting harder as she stroked and sucked on him. He let her know he was close but knew that she wasn’t going to stop until he finished.

She continued to lick at the underside of his cock head even after the warning of the impending climax. She loved this part. She knew some women didn’t like getting cum in their mouth, but she didn’t mind, and she wanted to pleasure her man. She felt him stiffen just before she felt the cum squirt into her mouth. She stopped sucking and let him finish before she swallowed. She looked up at him and smiled knowing that this was going to be a great vacation…

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When she bought the house, one of the things that Samantha liked best was the backyard. The large heated pool, the extended deck area, the French doors that opened to the deck from throughout the house, she loved all of it.

Her own bedroom had large double doors opening directly to the deck and the matched lawn furniture she had placed there. There was a high wooden fence all around the property, giving her complete privacy for nude midnight swims and naked sunbathing.

This morning, Sam had been out in the hot summer sun, tanning her trim body. She took a book, magazines, a radio, a phone and a tall glass of iced tea. She would lounge on the chair or float in the water, turning herself frequently to keep her beautiful golden tan even. As usual, she tried to read her new book, but couldn’t keep her mind on it. Something about the hot sun and the water and her naked body made her mind turn to things erotic. She was extremely excited, a buzz in her head and an ache in her pinkness. She fought the desire as long as she could, but it overwhelmed her. All she could think about was her aching clit and her throbbing nipples. She could just satisfy herself in the pool, but found the neighborhood noises sometimes distracted her, making her miss her mark.

When the desire became too strong, Sam went into her bedroom, leaving the French doors slightly ajar in her rush to move to her big bed. As she passed her dresser, she took her two favorite vibrators from the drawer. One was a blue jelly vibrator and the other was a beautiful green jelly one with little bumps on it. She settled on her side of the bed, slightly curled up. She allowed her hands to slide over her hot, naked skin, feeling the smoothness of her body. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the sensations of her fingers sliding over the slightly oiled skin.

Her fingers slid between her legs, toying with the long, curly hair she found there. She played with the curls, pulling them out and letting them fall back against her mound. She combed them with her fingertips, enjoying the gentle touch of her nails on the sensitive skin there. Her finger slowly traced the slit, taking so much time, moving slowly and surely. Now there was no rush, she wanted to enjoy the knowledge of what was to come. Finally, after long foreplay, she plunged her finger into her slit, finding her clit and toying with it. She liked to play and come at least once with her fingers before adding the “Boys” to the mix.

She was anadolu yakası eskort lying on her left side, her right hand busily engaged when she heard a voice, a man’s voice. Her eyes flew open and she saw a man standing in the doorway leading to the pool. He looked away from her, stammering and stuttering, not entirely sure what to do. He said, “My car died right in front of your house, and I knocked on the front door. I noticed the fence was open, so I came back here looking for a phone. I knocked on the French doors and they opened. I am so sorry to have, ah, interrupted you.” He knew he should leave, but the sight of Samantha busily pleasuring herself was mesmerizing. He tried to look away, and make normal conversation, telling her his name was Tanner and he was from another town, just here for a meeting.

As he tried to make conversation, Samantha looked him over. He was tall with a nice build, wearing neat jeans and a crisp cotton shirt. He was clean-shaven, with beautiful green eyes and long lashes behind wire rimmed glasses. She noticed his hands, his long, graceful fingers. He was clean and neat and very cute.

He stepped into the room and tried to cover Sam’s naked body with the sheet, but she couldn’t tolerate the weight on her hot skin. He was quite a lovely man and she needed one now. She thought it through carefully, or as carefully as a woman on the verge of orgasm can think. Here was a stranger, a man she would never see again and he had the one thing she couldn’t supply on her own. He had a cock, and judging from the bulge in his jeans, quite a nice, hot cock.

She pulled her fingers from her pussy, making a delightful wet popping sound as they emerged. She moved her fingers toward the sheet when the man reached forward and gently guided her hand to his mouth. His mouth opened and he sucked her wet fingers deep into his warmth, closing his eyes and slightly sighing as he tasted her juices. His lips pulled on her fingers, moving them in and out of her mouth with a slightly erotic rhythm. Sam felt the pull deep inside her pussy. She looked directly at his groin, and was delighted to see his jeans were nearly pulsing.

Tanner sat down beside her, his back against her updrawn thighs, facing her. He leaned forward and softly kissed her, moving his lips against hers, brushing back and forth, his tongue slipping out to trace the shape of her mouth. She felt her mouth relax, inviting his tongue to enter and make anadolu yakası escort love. He was a great kisser. He moved slowly but with skill, shaping her lips and washing the sensitive area with his fantastic tongue. She felt herself playing, sliding in and out of his succulent mouth, while the electric jolts raced through her body to her very center. She thought she had been excited before, but now she was aware of her pussy swelling and the moisture gathering, spilling down her thighs.

Now his fingers moved from her shoulders to her erect nipples. He touched them softly, tracing them and feeling the skin pull tighter and the nipples engorge further. She moaned into his mouth. Having her nipples played with and sucked were one of Sam’s favorite activities. His sweet mouth pulled away from hers and started moving toward her aching nipples. He kissed the skin and licked around each breast, moving his tongue with a skill and sensuality that made her shiver. Her back arched, encouraging him to continue. Tanner’s mouth moved busily, giving equal time to both soft breasts, both throbbing nipples. He licked and sucked on them, giving all his attention to her needy nubs.

He seemed in no hurry at all, but made love to her breasts until she was barely breathing. The orgasm that had escaped when he arrived was building again. His fingers were stroking up and down her back, massaging her spine and the swell of her ass cheeks. Sam felt the heat building, felt her legs tightening and heard the roar in her head that signaled an orgasm. Tanner’s mouth continued laving her engorged nipples, circling the base and tickling the sensitive area. Suddenly, he pulled her right nipple deep into his mouth and began sucking it needily, triggering her orgasm. She cried out as the spasm started so deep within her pink, arching to his mouth, offering herself to him.

His mouth remained gently on her breast, allowing her to calm down and catch her breath. He watched her as she regained awareness, her eyes still glazed with lust. As her body relaxed, she turned on her back and her legs fell open limply. Tanner could see her pretty brown curlies, shiny from tanning oil. He slid his long fingers down her belly, moving into the jumble of curls and combing them. He could feel her wetness, her swollen lips. He heard her intake of breath as he slid across her slit. He reached across her body and picked up the Green Boy, using it to slide up and down her engorged escort anadolu yakası lips. He moved it deeper and deeper, up and down, as her legs began to tremble and her moans started again. She was so wet, the toy slipped easily into her deep pinkness, until only the black knob remained visible. He turned on the vibrator, hearing the throbbing whhhhiiiirrrrrr, even from deep inside this luscious woman.

She looked at Tanner then, her eyes pleading, her soft moans becoming begging, saying, “Please, please” over and over. He took the cool Blue Boy from beside her and placed the tip against her clit, turning the control switch to high. Sam’s entire body responded. Her hips rose from the bed, pushing against the toy and trying to make even more contact. Tanner concentrated on keeping the toys in place as she writhed on the bed. He moved the Green Boy in and out of her needy pussy, turning it slightly and slowly. He wanted her to feel the bumpy texture as it slid in and out of her depths, wanted to see her come again with her toys inside her. Sam was so incredibly excited that it didn’t take long. Her moans became growls, from deep in her throat and her legs locked together around his hand as she fucked her toys and moved toward a massive orgasm. When she came, she called out his name and seemed to suck the toys even deeper within her. Again, Tanner waited until she returned to awareness and then carefully removed both toys.

He was incredibly excited and couldn’t wait another minute. He stood and undressed quickly, his erect hot cock springing out, precome dripping from the engorged head. She reached for it, but Tanner couldn’t even allow for that. He placed himself above her body and lowered his cock between her legs. He felt her small hand reach down and guide him to her swollen pussy. He couldn’t stop. He entered her and began stroking in and out with unbelievable need. He felt her legs wrap around him, giving him even deeper access to her pussy. Her warm inner self molded itself to him, and made him feel a part of her. They kissed greedily as he plumbed her depths, whispering words of desire and lust, both of them in a haze of desire.

Her hand was still between them and he could feel her fingers on his cock, massaging it as he moved in and out. He felt his balls tighten and knew he was about to explode. Sam’s fingers moved into his hair, holding his face to hers, kissing him with excitement and desire. She looked into his eyes and smiled, asking him to come for her, in her.

Tanner tensed and then felt the come pouring into her. Her hips met his, thrusting in unison, slowing as his orgasm diminished. He collapsed on her, holding her close and kissing her face, his cock still inside her. He felt her muscles as she milked him and caressed him.

They slept.

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The summer after my sophomore year at college, I got a job in a medium-sized city 1000 miles from my school. I spent three months doing the 8:30 to 5 Big Office routine during the day and the Footloose-And-Fancy Free at night. I rented a room in a large house that served as an adjunct frat house rental during the school year, though during the summer the students were gone and the house was just half-filled with twenty-something guys who took advantage of cheap housing. Life was good!

One Thursday a housemate suggested we drive a half hour across the river to a dance club he knew about, and on Friday evening we made the trek. The cover charge was small, the bartender didn’t look too closely at my fake ID (being six months shy of 21), and the dance floor was crowded – who could ask for more? An hour later I spotted her, standing out in a huddle of three girls. I studied her from 30 feet away – an absolutely gorgeous face, and a slim frame with generous breasts. I was entranced.

I had nothing to lose. I approached, made eye contact, and asked her to dance. We stayed on the dance floor for an hour, gyrating to the driving beat of rock otherwise we just fed off each other’s presence as we moved together in sync. I was enamored with her, and she gave me every indication she felt the same.

At the end of the evening I had her name – Sheila – her phone number, and her encouragement to get together “real soon.” I called her on Saturday, and on Tuesday I was driving from work to her house. It was her mother’s house, although during the week her mother (who was divorced) worked a couple of hours away in another city, renting an apartment there and only coming home on weekends. Otherwise, Sheila lived with her older brother and his girlfriend and their infant son.

Our relationship progressed quickly. Sheila told me she’d recently broken up with her boyfriend Billy, and I accepted my role as The Rebound without complaint. Sheila was, without exaggeration, simply the most beautiful girl I’d ever been with. Sexually, she was timid. She told me she’d only had sex with one guy – not Billy — and it hadn’t gone well. She never told me exactly what happened, though she hints she dropped hints that he had forced himself on her in a way that was borderline rape. She dumped him and got together with Billy, the recently departed boyfriend. They were together for almost a year until something happened between them and they broke up. I figured it had something to do with sex, since she told me she never had sex with Billy, as she was too traumatized by the earlier encounter.

With me as The Out-Of-Town Rebound, however, Sheila was curious about sex. At first we’d hang out around her neighborhood and in her house. We’d make out on the couch in the darkened living room while her mother (on the weekends) and brother were in their own bedrooms. By the fourth date in two weeks, we were hot and heavy on the couch. My hands were up her shirt on her spectacular breasts and down her pants diddling her swollen, creamy pussy. Thankfully, Sheila kept her orgasms quiet, with her moist gasps aimed directly into my ear.

I was in love! Okay, maybe not “love,” but I was definitely in lust!

My first two lovers were nonorgasmic, despite my best esc (albeit inexperienced) efforts. Nothing worked with either of them – not fingering, not oral, and not (of course) from fucking. Number One was on the Pill, and we had sex whenever we got the chance. She was my introduction to bareback sex, and that spoiled me forever. Number Two was a very reluctant virgin. After weeks of gentle seduction, she eventually allowed me to slip my cock inside her tantalizing pussy for all-too-brief, partial insertions, finishing with “coitus interruptus” eruptions on her tummy. She wouldn’t use birth control beyond a Rhythm Method eye on the calendar, doubling-down with defensive use of contraceptive foam. “I’m still a virgin,” she asserted one evening after our usual rub-and-spurt, “because you’ve never cum inside me.” A few minutes later I settled that particular issue. Long story short, we broke up shortly thereafter.

Number Three was a charm, however regrettably brief our relationship turned out to be. She was delightfully orgasmic and on the Pill – and orgasmic during intercourse, which got me addicted to that, as well as to bareback. I enthusiastically enjoy the female orgasm, regardless of how it arrives, though there is something profoundly satisfying to bring your lover to a climax with your cock stretching her open and buried deep. It’s a primal thing, an instinctual dominant-submissive penetration of your masculine hardened flesh into her soft, slickly welcoming feminine flesh, and then being able to thrust and grind and bring her to a breathtaking, writhing moaning orgasm as you pump rivers of your juice into her body.

And so with Sheila, I was flooded with testosterone and horny as hell, and I was looking for more than simply fingering her to an orgasm. The next weekend I brought her back to my house in the early afternoon. There in the relaxed privacy of my room, out of earshot of her mother and brother, we got naked and we wrinkled the sheets in my double bed. Sheila was a goddess, and my mouth worshipped at the altar of her pussy. Her scent and her taste got me rock-hard, and in my bed she allowed herself to be more vocal. She was still somewhat shy, though that soon passed. Her breathy, guttural grunts ramped up to announce her orgasm, complete with a final few seconds of muscle-stiffening silence followed by several sharp, high-pitched squeaks as she rocked her hips to slash her raw, open pussy against my mouth and slathering tongue.

The only catch was that I didn’t have a condom, and Sheila wasn’t on the Pill. When I mounted her, I kept my cock outside. “Be careful,” she warned, and I caressed her pussylips and clit with my erection until I couldn’t stand it any longer and carefully (and reluctantly) unloaded onto her belly as her right fist clutched my pulsing shaft. It wasn’t my ideal, but it was a start.

Afterwards, I asked Sheila about her menstrual cycle. I’m regular, she said, and told me she expected her period to begin in a couple of days. In my horny optimism, that meant she was still probably safe – “probably” being the operative word, of course. You’ve heard the old saying, “What do you call people who use the rhythm method? Parents!” Still, in my current state of mine – and Sheila’s – “probably” seemed escorts adequate enough.

We began to make out again, and soon my erection returned. My mouth returned to her sweet, musky pussy, and before long her nectar was flowing again, her pussylips were fattened with arousal, and her clit hardened as stiffly as my cock. This time when I mounted her, we both knew where things were headed. Sheila’s legs opened wide, and she angled her hips to give me a target that I didn’t really need.

I nudged my cockhead inside her, just beyond a tight ring at the entrance that snugged around my shaft. “Be gentle,” she breathed, and I was. Sheila’s eyes were wide open and glued to my face, and I slipped my cock in, a fraction of an inch at a time, each incremental forward progress well-lubricated by her glorious, snug silky sheath.

Finally I bottomed out. My pubic bone pressed against her inflamed pussylips. My cock was captured inside her succulent embrace. The sensations were intense. Overwhelming. I hadn’t been inside a woman in months, and now here I was, my cock beginning those telltale involuntary twitches, and none of that was helped by Sheila’s breathy panting and moans and sighs.

Uh oh, I thought. This isn’t going to last long.

I slowly pulled out. Sheila sighed and wiggled her hips beneath me. “Don’t go,” she murmured. I diddled her clit with my shaft until I felt I’d regained enough control to try another dip in the pool. “Oh,” she gasped, “Oh… Oh” as I recaptured lost territory so recently abandoned. This time it was better. Just barely better. Sheila was breathing even quicker, her moans now almost continual, her body writhing underneath me. Maybe she was close, too? I couldn’t tell for sure.

Even in this flood of sensations and flurries of scattered thoughts, I was rational enough to understand that I needed to slow down my onwardly rushing orgasm and speed Sheila’s up. “Put your legs together,” I told her, and then showed her what I meant, ending up with my legs outside hers, and her legs straight and flat on the mattress. My cock was buried deep, and her pussy felt tighter than ever, but past experience with my orgasmic girlfriend gave me hope that this might be a more effective position to get Sheila to climax.

Now my rhythmic thrusts were more like rhythmic pushing pressure against her pussylips and clit, and there was almost none of the old in-out-in-out that was certain to bring me to an immediate finish. It seemed to work. Sheila’s eyes got wide, and her mouth pursed opened and her breaths were punctuated by throat-catching grunts. Her fingernails dug sharp dents into my back. Her body squirmed under my weight, her hips struggled to press upward to meet my muscled, inward pushes.

Sheila seemed right on the edge, but I was closer and got there first. I gave up trying to fight it off. My primal instincts took over my hips, and I allowed myself three or four (who could count?) two-inch (who could measure?) solid thrusts, complete with all-in deep-as-I-could-get moaning-groaning full-pressure pushes that ended with my cock hardened to its max and buried, my body rigid, and my juices spurting again and again and again into Sheila’s hot little snatch. Her own voice was a steady, primal moan. And eskort her fingernails. To this day I remember those fingernails digging into my back.

Sheila’s orgasms were reliable and predictable. Two days after that first time she was back in my bed, and two or three times a week after that for the next two months. My mouth would warm her up, repeatedly getting her to the edge before backing off, until she demanded that I get inside her. Sometimes she’d climb on top of me and grind away. Other times she’d lie on her back and spread wide and hold my face as I fucked her. Invariably, what brought her to orgasm was our original my-legs-outside-her-legs position, with my cock buried deep and giving her strong, rhythmic pressure-pushes.

If Sheila was mid-cycle and fertile (and there’s nothing more fertile than a 19-year-old woman), I’d pull out at the last second and spurt on her belly. But if she was close to her period, either before or after, or even during her period, I’d bring her to orgasm, and then we’d adjust to a regular Missionary position and I’d pump away until I unloaded my full measure of juices inside her sweet vagina. As I pulsed white liquid jets into her, Sheila’s eyes would lock onto mine and her legs would hold me close, and her hips would rock and rock and rock until my throbbing cock weakened and body stopped shuddering.

The unspoken reality was that I was leaving my summer job and returning to school at the end of August. Oh, we’d had half-formed conversations about how to maintain our relationship, even raising the notion of her moving to my college town, finding a job, and seeing where the relationship was when I graduated. But all that came to a crashing halt in mid August. “I’m late,” she announced when I picked her up at her house one Wednesday evening. Late? How late? “Two weeks,” she said. “I think I’m pregnant. My body feels weird.”

The following Saturday I was at her front door. She stepped outside. “I don’t want to see you anymore,” she said, firmly. “I got back together with Billy.” Her old boyfriend? What about her maybe being pregnant? “I don’t want to see you anymore,” she repeated. “You need to go back to school.”

I was stunned. My emotions were in turmoil. She didn’t want to talk further about anything. “Go,” she repeated. “I’m going back inside. Please don’t call me.” And then she went back into the house and shut the door behind her. I stood there paralyzed for a minute, then walked slowly to my car. What just happened? Why did it happen? Nothing was clear to me. My anxiety about her possible pregnancy and what we were going to do about it had now suddenly turned into a chaos of emotions – including, I confess, a degree of relief that was colored by a patina of guilt.

A few days later I phoned Sheila. She was curt and blunt. “I don’t want to talk to you,” and she hung up. And that was that. I returned to school and to my otherwise normal life, and I never knew what happened to Sheila. Years passed before I tried to use Internet tools to find her, and by then it was too late for an amateur to accomplish. I couldn’t find anything about her or her family using her maiden name, and she was probably using a married name now. Was she pregnant? Did she give birth? If so, where was the child now? I never knew. All I had was the memory of her gorgeous face and sexy body and the sensory memories of those sharp fingernails dug into my flesh as I pumped my seed into her hot slickness.

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“Smile!”

Sophie tapped the screen, then snapped several more frames. One picture was never enough – someone blinked, or something got in the way. She was always pedantic about making sure that things turned out right, even though she didn’t care too much how she looked in photos. It was something I appreciated about my future sister-in-law. It was the perfect complement to my fiancé, Tara. Tara wanted everything perfect, but she was more careless in her approach and never quite got there without Sophie’s final touches.

“Take a photo of us now!” Tara, as usual, wanted to capture everything on her phone. Both Sophie and I shrugged. We didn’t mind that much. I swapped places with Sophie, taking Tara’s phone. The waterfall provided the perfect backdrop. We were close enough to the cascading water that the mist felt like a cool change in the warm summer. I framed the sisters on the screen and took several shots. Tara bounced over excitedly to check the photos.

“Oh no, I can’t put these on Facebook!”

Sophie strode over. “Why not? Oh…” she looked at her chest.

That was another difference between the two sisters. Sophie was more comfortable with her body and had a more laid back attitude. She was past the stage of trying to impress people. She kept her makeup to a minimum, preferred comfortable open clothing rather than trying to fit into classy blouses, and didn’t pay much attention to people trying to steal a glance at her form. She felt at home at the gym, and the guys knew that she wasn’t going to be easily impressed and didn’t bother trying to pick her up. Today she was wearing white sports bra, and the outline of her nipples was clearly visible.

“Sis!” Tara protested, pinching her. “Darren, why didn’t you say something?”

“Huh? Oh, I didn’t notice.” Which was a lie. I had been trying not to spend too much time perving on Sophie. Even though she was OK with it, it still felt wrong. I mean, I was in love with Tara. But Tara was wife material – the right energetic personality to go with my more quiet nature. Sophie was the eye candy that I secretly fantasised, but didn’t dare touch. Tara was loveably childish in some ways, while Sophie was the mature one. Which was about right, considering that Sophie and I were both turning 30, while Tara was five years younger.

Actually, it made a lot of sense. When Sophie was 18, she lost her mother to cancer. They hadn’t seen their father since they were young. Sophie took it upon herself to make sure that Tara got through school, while supporting herself through her college studies. Consequently, Sophie matured with a different mindset. She didn’t have the time to be bothered by trivial details. Tara obsessed over them as a way to cope with her loss. It was sometimes a burden for me – I had to deal with Tara’s hyperactivity and occasional immaturity, but it was the kind of contrast that made our relationship work. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have popped the question. And deep down, it felt that Sophie appreciated what I had done for her little sister. Never having a big sister, I really looked up to Sophie, even though we were the same age. In some ways, instead of making a good impression with the parents, I had to impress Sophie. That was something no man had managed to do. She was happily single.

There was a lot to admire about Sophie, but today my hormones were steering my focus on her physique. She put a lot of effort into her body – she ate well, trained a lot, and the results were incredible. Her shorts clung over her perfectly toned buttocks; her sports bra contained her round breasts well. Unlike Tara, Sophie was a brunette. She kept her hair in a short ponytail. Tara, by contrast, was far more modest. She wore capri pants and a t-shirt. Not to say that Tara was unattractive in any way, but she was envious of her sister’s physical attributes. It was a challenge to keep my attention on Tara as we continued our trek. Sophie seemed to be aware of my dilemma, and seemed to go with it. She paused frequently to stretch, turning towards me, allowing me a glimpse of her cleavage or appreciate the jiggle of her breasts. I decided that she was either flirting with me, or she was testing me.

We were over an hour into our walk. We had been to this national park many times before – it was a place where Tara and Sophie’s parents used to take them as children. That meant a lot to me, to be considered part of the family. This was one of the times where Tara was less chirpy than usual, and I was with her every step of the way. Sophie looked on, a glimpse of faint envy in her eyes. We hadn’t spoken much. We knew each other well enough from my time with Tara, but I didn’t visit as often as I should. Tara had a habit of shifting all our dates away from home. Apart from the occasional family get-together, such as birthdays, I seldom saw Sophie, and knew little about her own love life.

Despite the fact that I was trying to hide an awkward erection, it was a pleasant walk through the forest. For the most part, I felt like the third wheel. Tara and Sophie bayan escort ankara were reminiscing, bringing up childhood memories. Their father was noticeably absent from all topics of conversation. It kind of hit me that I would be the first real man in the family, and I had some big shoes to fill. Tara caught me pondering in my own thoughts.

“You’ve been strangely quiet today,” she said. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” I said, unconvincingly. Tara rolled her eyes and fetched my water bottle from my backpack, thinking I was dehydrated. We shared the bottle and gave each other a quick hug and kiss, which helped reset my mind.

“I think he’s feeling a little left out,” Sophie said, being more aware of the world around her. She flashed a slight grin at me. “Are you?”

“Oh, it’s just that,” I stammered. “I don’t want to interfere with your talk.”

“But you’re part of the family now!” Tara chimed. She flashed her diamond ring to remind me.

“It takes some getting used to,” Sophie replied. She turned back to me. “You didn’t have a proper family either, did you?”

“Takes one to know one, hey?” I replied. “Parents divorced when I was a teenager. Actually, they lived together until I was eighteen, and then my dad moved away and I never saw him again. I didn’t realise they were divorced until my brother mentioned it. I kind of thought that all families were that impersonal and indifferent.”

“Well, that’s got to change,” Tara said, hugging me tightly. “We’re going to have a happy family! Mum, Dad, and Aunt Sophie!”

Sophie and I recoiled from that. A bit too soon, perhaps.

Nearly an hour later, we took another break, resting our weary legs – except for Tara, who was taking more selfies. Even without being able to upload (there was no coverage in this area), she was already getting her photos ready when she got back. Sophie and I watched as she posed and snapped.

“Do you think she’ll change once we get married?” I asked Sophie. I wasn’t sure in hindsight if this was the right question for the right person.

“She’ll change,” Sophie said, vaguely. “Just let her enjoy what she has now.”

Tara, oblivious to our contemplative conversation, waved to us. “Hey! I haven’t got a single photo of you two together. Come on!”

Sophie and I rolled our eyes at each other. Keeping Sophie’s advice in mind, I allowed Tara to take over as master photographer. She picked just the right spot for us – a rather non-descript patch of ground that was overlooked by the unique rock formations above – the drawcard of the national park. Tara took some time to find the right place to take the photo from. When Tara was ready, she yelled at us to smile. Sophie put her hand around my waist. I followed suit. It was awkward and clumsy – it was in fact the first time I had laid hands on Sophie. My hand on her bare midriff was electrifying to me, as was her hand on my waist. There was no intimate contact, but something was different about Sophie. Her touch felt calming and trusting. We both smiled as Tara took the photos. She looked at her snaps, but pouted.

“I’m trying to get the mountain in the frame as well,” she said. The rock formations were hardly mountains, but they were the highest point in the surrounding area, so we got what she meant. Logically, I would have suggested that she kneel down for a low-angle shot, but that would have made too much sense and I wanted her to enjoy her madness. “Step back,” she said, somehow putting together a method. “A bit more. And…a bit more.”

Sophie and I fell. Not in love. And not over a log. We literally plummeted into a hole. In fairness, it wasn’t Tara’s fault. The ground looked fine, but as soon as we stepped onto that specific patch, it disintegrated. We were lucky that we didn’t hit any hard rocks. We slid down the dry dirt embankment into a large hollow in the ground. It happened in a blink of an eye, and the next thing I knew, I was flat on my back. Sophie slid down on top of me. Seeing a small avalanche of dirt and pebbles following her, I flipped her over and lay on top, shielding her from the shower of stones. They were annoying more than anything else, but the spontaneous act of chivalry did not go unnoticed. That would be later on. For now, I was on top of Sophie. And I still had my awkward erection. I quickly rolled off and dusted myself off. Sophie was okay, but looking up, we realised how lucky we were. The hole we were in was nearly a 6-metre sheer drop. We had been standing on the edge of what was now the opening. Had the surface collapsed while we were a step further back, we would have had far more serious injuries than grazes and bruises.

“Oh my god!” Tara yelled from above. “Sophie? Darren?”

“Stay back!” I yelled. My voice echoed up to where Tara’s head appeared. I was afraid that the hole might widen and bring Tara down too. Tara heeded my warning and stayed clear of the edge. “We’re okay. A little shocked, but no broken bones.”

With the immediate concerns out of the way, demetevler escort we were now presented with another dilemma. There was no way for us to get out. The walls of the hole offered no handholds, and the tiny roots simply pulled free, weakening the wall further. A rope would have helped, but since we were only here for a day trip there was no reason to bring one. There was no signal on the phone. Tara looked like she was going to have a panic attack. Sophie picked up on this and took over.

“Tara, we’re okay. We just need you to get some help. We’ll be fine until you get back.”

“Are you sure?” Tara asked.

“Positive,” I replied. I gave her the thumbs up.

“Alright. Don’t go anywhere!” she shouted before running off.

Sophie and I sighed. We had both shared the same half-truth. We were both physically unhurt, but it didn’t take much common sense to do the math. If Tara couldn’t get a good signal on her phone, she’d have to go all the way back to the visitors centre. All things considered, help might arrive in three or four hours. It was just after noon, so we had plenty of daylight and there was no forecast of rain. The temperature was cooler, though we expected it to heat up. There was actually a surprising amount of space – the bottom of the hole was several metres across, so we could comfortably stretch out and pace around. There wasn’t much light, and the opening was partly obscured by trees and roots, but our eyes soon adjusted.

“How do you think this was formed?” Sophie asked.

“Probably an underground current,” I said. “Water can hollow out the soil. Then it dries up.” I was forgetting something, but I couldn’t place my finger on it.

“Kind of like a Venus fly trap?”

“Well, more like a pitcher plant, if the Earth was trying to eat us.”

Sophie chuckled. It was going to be a long wait and we needed as much stimulation as we could. I still had my backpack, so we ate our remaining snacks. I had been carrying all the water bottles, so we were OK on fluids too. The main concern we had was not causing too much noise in fear of triggering another collapse. Sophie didn’t seem too bothered by our predicament, and to honest, I was glad that it was Sophie and not Tara that had fallen in. Tara would have had a panic attack.

“You’ve got a deck of cards, don’t you?” Sophie asked. I did, but it was a bit too dark for us to see the cards. I fetched them from my pack anyway.

“What are we playing?” I asked.

“Strip poker.”

I gagged and did a double-take. “Are you serious?”

“What’s wrong with strip poker?” Sophie asked, tilting her head to the side. “Are you embarrassed about seeing your sister-in-law naked? Or your sister-in-law seeing you naked? Or do you just have eyes for Tara?”

“Uh…” Sophie’s barrage hit all the right spots. She was certainly eye candy, but admittedly I had not fantasised about her that much during my time with Tara, especially as we had been spending more time together and therefore had less time for the mind to wander. Now that Sophie and I were trapped in the pit, that all began to come back.

“Well?”

“It’s…too dark to play poker.”

“Oh.” Sophie sounded deflated. I felt a pang of guilt. As much as I felt awkward about it, I felt that Sophie really did need some cheering up.

“How about high-card?” I suggested. “It’s quicker and easier in this hole.”

“Loser strips? That might go a bit too quickly,” she replied. “How about a best of five for each item?”

“Sure, that sounds more suspenseful,” I chimed in, thinking more about having a good contest and less about the consequences. “We’ll shuffle after each loss, and we’re even. Shirt, shorts, socks, shoes, and underwear. That’s five items each.”

“Four,” Sophie corrected. “I’m not wearing underwear.”

If there was anything that could trigger a rush of blood to my loins, it was that.

“I…guess I could count one sock each?” I said, resulting in a burst of giggles from Sophie. Yeah, it was a logical conclusion, but it also sounded incredibly lame. “Hey, I wasn’t that kind of college kid.”

“You would’ve been adorable as a roommate,” Sophie said. “In my first month of college, I shared a dorm with a guy and I forgot to pack my bras. I went braless until I could afford to buy more. He just couldn’t stop looking at my boobs. Then again, I mostly wore really low-cut tank tops. And my shirts were a bit too thin. He wasn’t creepy or anything. Just…typical. You’re imagining me now, aren’t you?”

“No…well, yes.” Busted.

“Let’s game on then,” she said. “Maybe you won’t have to imagine.”

Our first few rounds went through slowly. There were a surprisingly large number of ties and no round was a clean sweep. The shoes and socks came off, and later my luck capitulated and I was down to just my underwear.

“You’ve got a bit of a belly happening,” Sophie teased. “No offense. I think it’s cute. I just thought you’d be a bit more built.”

“Tara actually hates ankara evi olan escort that,” I replied. “She wants something squishy to hug, not a rock-hard chiselled body.”

“I’m sure you have something else that is rock-hard.”

Damn, busted again. Eager to get one back, I pushed on. This time, after reshuffling the deck, I drew three consecutive aces and swept the round. Sophie pouted in disbelief. Expecting her to take off her sports bra, I was surprised when she slipped off her shorts.

“Easier to take off,” she said with a grin. “You’re not seeing much in this darkness, especially when I’m kneeling. Pussies are for touching, not looking.”

“You must be very experienced at strip games,” I said.

“I had to get through college somehow.” She paused. “Wait, that didn’t come out right. I meant I had to pay bills and…oh, drats.” She giggled. “Let’s say I won a lot of bets.”

“I bet you did.” We exchanged a fist-bump. “Alright, last round.”

“How about one card draw?” she suggested. “I can’t wait any longer. I want to see those come off.”

I agreed. I drew first, slamming it onto the soil with unnecessary flair.

Two.

Sophie clapped with glee and immediately drew her card. “Yes!” Unashamed at being bottomless, she got up and danced. “Come on, drop ’em!”

“Wait.” I tapped the card and held it up. The poor light had fooled her eyes. “It’s a two.”

Sophie frowned. “Well, drop them anyway. I’m not letting a tie stop my mood.”

“But I didn’t lose!” I protested. “You have to take your bra off too.”

“Fine.” Sophie didn’t hesitate. She lifted the tight band over her large breasts, allowing them to jiggle free as she lifted the bra over her head. “Taking sports bras off should count as resistance training.” She dropped her bra to the ground and massaged her boobs before stretching out her arms, relishing the freedom of being nude. It was such a contrast to Tara, who was more modestly endowed and less confident about her body. Even in the poor light, I could appreciate the full, round shape of her breasts – just the right size to be firm yet soft to touch. A ray of light drew my gaze across her large, erect nipples. Sophie could see that I was gawking. “What? Haven’t seen a naked girl before?”

“It feels odd,” I said. “Not because you’re my future sister-in-law. I thought women would be more embarrassed…hey!”

I didn’t spot her movement in the dark. She yanked my briefs down to my ankles, causing me to trip and fall onto my backside. Before I knew it, she tossed my underwear aside. Then I felt her warm fingers clutching my rigid shaft.

“Oh wow, you really ARE hard.”

“I…” My lips trembled and I felt a spasm zap through my body. Sophie was gently squeezing my penis, getting a feel for its length and girth. Her slow, precise caress was making me giddy. “Tara hasn’t seen this, has she?”

“N…no…”

“Mmm. She wasn’t always conservative. Ever since Mum passed away, she became really religious. Mum didn’t mind what we did when we were alive. She would look out for us and supported us no matter what we did. I guess that’s why I became more comfortable with my sexuality. Tara hasn’t really learned the hard way.”

I couldn’t find any words. Sophie literally had me in the palm of her hand. She was an expert, putting enough pressure to make me feel pleasure, but not enough to feel uncomfortable. She was glaring right into my eyes. “Surprised? Remember, I won a lot of bets. I also lost a lot. You learn a lot in college.”

“Wha…what if Tara sees us?” I noticed that at no point had I tried to resist.

“I wouldn’t worry about Tara. It’s me you have to impress first. I only want the best for Tara.”

Without warning, she swallowed my dick. No hesitation or reluctant. She sucked it right down. I’m not a particular well-endowed man, and she had no problem in working my manhood from tip to base. She went up and down with a steady rhythm over my throbbing penis.

“Uggh…” I stifled a moan, somehow terrified that Tara might find me, but the risk also intensified the pleasure. This was an unimaginable scenario, a forbidden fruit. Sophie was right – Tara was a very introverted person. I often tried to imagine Tara’s cute face going down on me, but I knew she would never do so. Now her big sister was going right at it, and had no inhibition in pushing me to the edge.

I tried to struggle free by shuffling back, but I had hit the edge of the pit and she had control of my lower body. I braced myself by stretching my arms out to push against the dirt wall, and Sophie pinned my legs down to stop me from squirming. Watching her head move up and down in the dark, and feeling her mouth covering every inch of my dick, was better than anything I had ever seen and felt. It felt so wrong. I kept on having flashes of Tara in my mind, reminding me of who I was marrying and who I should be doing this with. Perhaps that was what stopped me from my placing my hands on Sophie’s naked body or pushing head down. Not that she needed coercing. She was perfectly capable of keeping her rhythm. She knew which buttons to press.

I don’t remember how long she blew me for. My restraint meant that I didn’t cum. She slid her mouth free and continue to massage my dick using her hand, looking at me with hungry eyes. “You’re the first who didn’t blow a load into me. Am I not good enough?”

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*Hey, it’s Oghma! Long time no see everyone! I’ve been caught up in a lot of stuff going on in my home life, and as a result this chapter just kept getting trashed and rewritten. But I hope you enjoy the fruits of my efforts, and I thank you all for your patience. *

**Disclaimer: Unrealistic sizes, dark subject matter, and metaphysical weirdness ahead. All characters depicted in sexual situations within are of 18 years or older. *

The sounds of impact rang through the gym. Again and again flesh and bone met padding and pleather with ferocity. The recoil shot through Marcus’ knuckles, leaving behind a powerful sting. Yet it did not sway him in the slightest, rather he just continued to push through it and ramped up his ferocity. Every now and then, he threw out a kick to break through the combo. Fatigue and pain were meaningless concepts to him. What wasn’t obvious to an outside observer was that he wasn’t just practicing combos and fighting an imaginary opponent; The only finesse to his movements was the ingrained punching technique. It was as if he wanted to destroy the bag, and already he was making progress. The padding was wearing out where he struck it, and the seams were becoming more and more exposed.

“Marcus?” Matthew’s voice didn’t break his concentration in the slightest, he still continued to lay into the bag as if he wasn’t there. “Marcus!?” he asked again.

“I heard ya.” Marcus replied gruffly before launching a powerful superman punch, one that rocked the back around a great deal. “What is it?” his attention wasn’t swayed in the slightest.

“Well, we were gonna go out for pizza tonight.” Matthew continued, slowly approaching his friend. “And we gotta leave in like a half hour.”

“Go without me. I ain’t hungry.” Was all he said.

“But the kids were really looking forward to it!” responded Matthew.

“I SAID I’m not hungry!” he snapped. Matthew paused and just observed for a few moments, unable to say anything.

“Marcus, you skipped breakfast this morning, you jogged without me, cancelled on Daigo and have been at this empty gym all day. What’s going on?” Somehow that was enough to cause Marcus to cease his assault. He fell forward a little, catching himself on the bag and panting hard for a few moments as if the fatigue had suddenly hit him.

“You heard what happened.” He said through panted breaths.

“About Darla?” Matthew asked.

“…Yeah.”

“Marcus I…I’m sorry.” Matthew continued. “I know that’s gotta be hard to hear. I mean…I’ve been in your shoes- “

“No. You haven’t.” he responded in a low growl. “You never been through anything like this.”

“Come on!” Matthew responded defensively. “You were there! You saw how broken up I was when Himawari- “

“When your Breeder girlfriend carryin’ your kid said you confused her!” he snapped, his voice rapidly escalating into a shout. “And she came to rescue you just a few days after! I was in that hellhole almost two fucking years, she got rid of the kid and got married!” This was a whole new side to Marcus Matthew had never seen before. He’d always accepted his sadness in jaded resignation, but he had never imagined that Marcus would ever break down like this.

“Marcus…” Matthew was at a loss for words.

“I shoulda known it wouldn’t work…” He continued.

“What do you mean?” Matthew asked.

“A Breeder and a normal? We weren’t meant to be. “

“You don’t know that!” Matthew exclaimed. It was honestly more of a platitude than anything meaningful. But his intent to cheer his friend up was apparent.

“Yeah, I do. You know how much I had to hold back to not rip her in half?” he said with a sigh.

“No.” Matthew responded. “You’re right Marcus.” He admitted. “I don’t know what you’re going through right now. I guess I just wanted to try and reach you. Sorry…” That statement was unexpected enough to get Marcus to turn around slowly to face his friend. Matthew’s cheeks were puffed out a bit, while his mouth was a thin line of somewhere between sheepish and remorseful. It had only now occurred to him that feigning mutual sympathy was a remnant from his witnessing days. A subtle deception in the name of Jesus it seemed. He was going to need to break this habit. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t still want to help you.”

“… Thanks.” Marcus wasn’t really able to think of a counter to that, despite the grief that still remained within him.

“Look… if you’re really feeling worse than I did back then, beating yourself up like this isn’t going to help you at all.” Marcus paused and thought for a good long while. If nothing else, Matthew was showing genuine concern.

“Keeps me out of my head though.” He muttered in a soft, cracking voice.

“Huh?”

“I just…” Marcus looked almost on the verge of tears. It was a vulnerable side to him Matthew had never seen before. It was strange enough to see him in despairing anger, but that seemed to make more sense to him than this. Matthew had always viewed him as strong, tough and resilient… escort bayan şişli not shaky and morose. “I can’t stop seeing her in my mind y’know? The last time I saw her she…” he swallowed hard and began to reminisce. “She was sitting across the table, crying her eyes out. Her folks said it was due to the trauma I gave her or some bullshit like that. But I knew that wasn’t it.” He sighed, it seemed he was still able to bottle up some of his emotions just enough to keep himself from breaking down. If only just. “She knew I was going away… she knew what their threat was. And it broke her heart.”

“If you’re still seeing that then maybe you’re not getting out of your head at all.” Said Matthew. He had no idea where this intuitive psychology talk was coming from. Maybe he’d been hanging around Himawari for so long that it was now rubbing off on him. “And if that bag’s any indication, you’re drawing your anger out on purpose.” That hit Marcus harder than any haymaker ever could. Somehow Matthew had stumbled onto a truth he either never noticed or didn’t want to admit.

“… maybe you’re right.” He said with a defeated sigh. “But what should I do?”

“…Can’t help you there.” Matthew said with a shrug. “All I know is? You’re not going to be a better fighter if you destroy yourself in grief.” Marcus paused to take that in, before letting out a soft chuckle. The first sign of any positive emotion he’d had in a while.

“That wasn’t bad.” He said as he began to remove his handwraps, indicating he was done with the bag. “You learn that from church?”

“A pastor has to tend to his flock.” Matthew replied with a warm smile. “It isn’t all about giving sermons and asking for donations!” It was a pretty lame attempt at a joke, but he never was one for improv. “Are you feeling any better now Marcus?”

“Not much.” He shrugged as he rolled up the handwraps. “But I think I will be.”

“I getcha.” Said Matthew. This time he really did. “Look… we can’t cancel the pizza night, like I said the kids were looking forward to it. Daigo would love it if you came, but I think he’ll understand if you don’t. If you’re going to train then maybe I should sit it out… you really look like you need company.” Marcus paused to contemplate the offer. Matthew was right, he did need companionship right now, and now that the adrenaline had worn off, he was starting to feel the pangs of hunger.

“I guess I could eat.” He finally responded.

*

June tiptoed quietly through the living room. Though she was being as careful as she could, every little sound felt as if it were magnified a hundredfold. The floorboards creaked like a ship at sea, as if they were barely able to support her weight. It was frightening, every little noise could spell the ruination of her goal. Yet, that was what made it worth it. Sure enough, after what felt like an eternity she had reached the liquor cabinet.

Her father had stocked just about every kind of spirit she could imagine. Gin, vodka, rum, tequila, whiskey and everything in-between. Store brand of course, he only cared about the end result of his drinking rather than the experience, so quality took a backseat to quantity. It was supposed to be locked, but he always kept the key inside for easy access. Slowly, June turned the key and pulled the door open. Most of them were close to full, he had stocked the whole thing fairly recently. Slowly and carefully, June picked them up one by one. She had brought her backpack down to make this easier, and filled it with as many she could fit inside it. After hoisting it onto her back she gathered up the rest in her arms. It was a bit of a difficult balancing act, but her goal could not be denied.

Again, she began to make her way out of the living room. Now the creaking of the floorboards was amplified by the rattling of the glass bottles. Still, she managed to make it back into the kitchen towards where the sink was. With a soft sigh of relief, June carefully put the bottles in her hands onto the counter. When the last of them had been placed, she gathered the rest out from her backpack. Okay… time to get to work.

She first reached for the whiskey, the one he would likely go for first. Through some miracle, he had not opened it, so it took a little more effort on her part to unscrew the cap. The plastic “click” of the seal tearing rang through the room, seeming far louder than it probably was. Once the cap was loose, June tossed it aside. The strong smell of fermented rye flooded her nostrils, prompting a quick grunt of disgust from her. June then tilted the bottle over the sink and began to pour. The liquid sloshed audibly within the sink, flowing downward into the drain with a gurgle. It took a few moments before it was completely drained. With a sigh of relief, she then reached towards the vodka. This one had already been opened earlier today, so there was still about half the bottle left. With a quick twist of the cap she began to pour.

“What the fuck are you escort beşiktaş doing?!” the sudden shout made June practically jump out of her skin. The vodka bottle slipped from her grip and clattered into the sink, the clear liquor still pouring from the neck. June knew all too well who the voice was, yet she still turned around out of some desperate hope it wasn’t him. Sure enough, the angry snarling face of Mike Locke stared down at her. To say that he looked like a mess right now would be a massive understatement. In this moment in time he was a slightly overweight man of 43, and certainly looked the part of a world-weary middle-aged salaryman; Brunette combover, glasses and a fairly portly set of cheeks. His eyes were sullen and bloodshot, his cheeks a pinkish red, his clothes were haphazardly worn (likely an indication that he had gone to sleep in them) and the distinct odor of vomit permeated the air. “YOU’RE WASTING IT!!” his shout had escalated to a full-on bellow of rage as he lunged forward to sink.

“YOU’RE DRINKING TOO MUCH!” June shouted back, her eyes welling up with tears of rage. “YOU PROMISED YOU’D BUY FOOD AND YOU SPENT IT ALL ON THIS!!”

“BITCH!” He snarled wheeling around with his hand raised high. It was obvious what was about to happen.

“AHHH!” Gasped June as she watched the horrific scene unfold. Somehow, she had found herself back in this moment in time, fully grown yet unable to interact. Had she died somehow and was witnessing her life flash before her eyes? It was a common dogma that had been drilled into her; Upon one’s death their entire life, or rather every sin that had been committed would be broadcast to everyone in heaven so that they could see what a fallen soul she was. No, that couldn’t be it. If it were so, June would be fully aware of it. The lord himself would be standing over her from his heavenly throne so that she could feel the true despair of it all. Just what could be going on?

“Such a temper he had.” Came a mysterious female voice, prompting a jolt from the grown-up June. She turned to her left and had her gaze met by a figure in profile. She was clearly a woman, more specifically a Breeder. An extremely large bust, far bigger than June had ever seen in her life jutted forward from her chest, straining a tightly laced bodice. Further downward was a set of wide broodmare level hips, the perfect framework for a tremendous soft bubble butt. Yet what drew her attention most was the green cloak this woman was wearing. It was a deep emerald color, somehow visible in the low light, with a golden trim of an elaborate knot pattern. The hood was pulled over her face, making June unable to see her features well. The only thing that stood out was a pointed nose and a few curly locks of red hair.

“Yes…” said June automatically. “And it was always worse when he was drunk.” Her tone was laced with disgust and scorn. Somehow this had overridden her confusion over the strange situation. Something about the woman’s mere presence was calming her down.

“An instinct of self-destruction.” Replied the woman. “The struggles he went through both physically and mentally were too much for his psyche to handle. So, he tried to numb the pain.” A soft yet clearly melancholy sigh emerged from her lips. “Such a tragic cycle.”

“Tragic?!” June scoffed. “He was an abusive drunk! And he brought it all on himself! How is that the least bit sympathetic?!”

“Did his alcoholism only affect himself?” she asked.

“No?” June phrased it as a question at first as the implications only became clear to her afterwards. “Fair enough.” She said with a sigh. “I guess if he’d continued, he would have been the end of us all. “

“But he did not.” Said the woman. All of the sudden, the scene around them blurred away. June yelped in surprise and confusion. They were now back in the living room, only this time it was no longer past midnight. June looked to be a little older now, just about 13 or so. At the moment she was frantically doing her homework. From this distance she couldn’t tell what it was, but it seemed that detail was unimportant. In the background however, she heard footsteps and the frantic clattering of pots and pans. It could only be her mother, Tammy.

All of the sudden, Tammy burst out into the living room frantically. It had been many years since her passing, and she had looked quite different even then. Her blonde hair was currently frazzled and unkempt, while her sapphire blue eyes were highlighted with bags of fatigue. She was a slender woman of about 5’5″. Surprisingly despite being a stay at home homemaker, she was still able to keep her figure quite splendidly. But since she had been born well before the green light event, she had never awakened as a Breeder. Thus, she was far less curvaceous than her daughter eventually would be; a modest bust and only somewhat flared hips. Right now though, nobody would be paying attention to her appearance, save for the look of absolute panic on her face. “June!” she exclaimed; esenyurt escort her voice tinged with fear. “Where’s the buffalo sauce?!”

“Huh?” Young June asked, looking up from her homework. “I dunno, isn’t it in the cupboard?”

“No!” Tammy snapped. “Are you sure you didn’t see it somewhere else? You know I can’t make Buffalo Chicken Mac and Cheese without it!”

“Look I’m sorry!” responded June, her own voice escalating. “If it’s not there I dunno where it is!” The confrontation caused her mother to recoil a bit.

“Fuck!” she swore without a care that her daughter was overhearing. It was kind of surreal to see cursing out loud, at least outside the proverbial bedroom. Years of conditioning and countless dollars in swear jars had drilled it out of her. “What am I going to do? He’ll be here soon and you know how he gets if dinner isn’t ready when he arrives!” As if waiting for her to say that, they heard the sound of tire tracks going up the gravel driveway. He was here. “Shit! What do I do?” young June was beginning to panic herself. When her father’s temper was raging, there was no such thing as collateral damage. Somehow, she’d be drawn into it too. Before they had time to figure out what to do, the seemingly deafening sound of the front doorknob turning rang through their ears, followed immediately by the creak of the hinges swinging.

“I’m home.” A surprisingly neutral tone given how often he would return in a foul mood. Yet June and Tammy were not about to allow themselves to suffer that terrible illusion of hope though. At best they might be able to get a calmer fury from him.

“H-honey?” Tammy stammered as Mike strolled into the living room. She was doing her best to put up a brave face, while showing just how remorseful she was about the whole thing. “I-I have some bad news.”

“What is it?” while direct and straightforward, it lacked his usual aggression. If they weren’t frightened for their very safety, they would have probably taken notice.

“W-we’re out of Buffalo sauce.” Tammy whimpered. “I’m sorry! I didn’t know it was gone! I was just about to run to the store! Honestly!”

“Oh…I see, so it’ll be a little late.” Quiet acceptance? Now they really were confused.

“You-you’re not mad?”

“No darling… I’m not.” Mike responded.” “I know you probably think I’m going to hurt you again, but I promise you; It’s going to be alright!” he continued, cracking a wide beaming smile. It was doing nothing to dissuade the fear and confusion his wife and daughter were clearly feeling. Yet that seemed lost on him completely. “You see…” he then reached into his pocket, prompting a flinch of fear from them, laying bare the high levels of anxiety that would not go down until he revealed what it actually was; a small rectangular paper packet with a cartoon demon lounging in a martini glass. A religious tract. “This little tract showed me the light!”

“W-What?” Tammy stammered.

“It under my windshield wiper!” He exclaimed. “Someone must have been handing them out outside the liquor store! I got to reading it and I learned what a horrible sinner I’ve been.” Continued Mike, collapsing to his knees and clutching his hands together. For the first time in as long as they could remember, Mike was humbling himself. Every part of his body language seemed to scream “penitence”. “So, I prayed about it… and I realize now that Lord Jesus doesn’t want me to destroy my family… he wants me to live my life in his name. It is not too late for me to turn from my wicked ways!” He then looked up at them, with a pleading look on his face. “Jesus may have forgiven me, and I know I do not deserve it… but I ask you both to forgive me too. I swear I will never touch another bottle as long as I live, and I will become the husband and father you both deserve.” A long silence passed as Tammy and June just stared gobsmacked, trying to gauge his sincerity. It was only when he began to openly weep in sorrow that they began to approach.

“So it was that he changed.” Said the green woman softly. June did not turn her attention away from the spectacle, and simply looked on in silence. “On that day, he gave up the bottle and took up a Bible.”

“Yes.” June replied flatly. “It was a night of great change for the whole family.”

“A change for the better or for the worse though?” The woman in green queried. A simple question, yet one that gave June a great amount of pause.

“I…” she said, still pondering deeply. “I thought it was for the better at first.” She confessed. For some reason she felt an urge to bear her soul to this faceless woman. “But everything in his-no, our life suddenly revolved around God. It felt safer but our minds and lives were closed off to everything around us. “It was funny, not two weeks ago June would not have remembered it that way. Back then, she would have proudly recounted about how her father turned away from alcoholism to find Christ. Again, the scene shifted, blurring away to reveal the stadium-like interior of the church. Though she had seen it recently, the gap in years was obvious. The carpeting was that old dark grey color, clearly placed down to cover the hardwood floors until a better one could be found. The seats were still pews, rather than the individual reclining chairs they had installed about 10 years ago.

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This is the first chapter in a planned four-part series. As always, I thank my editor Ravenna933, whose eye for detail, imagination, and insight into the female psyche made this story significantly stronger and more cohesive.

*****

Of all the people and all the doorsteps in the world, the last person I expected to see drunk and heartbroken on mine one autumn evening was Lauren Kovalenko. Perhaps I should explain. Lauren has been my best friend for years. The idea she’d lean on a friend in a time of need probably sounds normal, except for two things.

One of those things is Lauren – she’s the archetypal tough girl. She’s always dealt with her emotions on her own. She’s walled-off at the best of times, and while she’s told me many times that she’s let me in deeper than anyone else she’s ever known, and while I believe her, there are still parts of her personality that I don’t think anyone has ever been allowed to see.

The second thing is the doorstep. It’s attached to my modest house in a leafy Toronto suburb, and Lauren being there unexpectedly and unannounced as I got home from work one day was a big surprise, given that she lives in Vancouver, a good 4,500 km away. I hadn’t seen her in person in over a year, and then, all of a sudden, here she was.

“Lauren? Fucking hell, are you okay?” She was sitting in one of my porch chairs, a nearly-empty bottle of whisky on my table, and a large suitcase stashed neatly in the corner near my front door. She looked tired and defeated, slouching as she eyed the remaining whisky in the bottle. Her black leather jacket was unzipped, revealing a red t-shirt and jeans, and sad, bloodshot eyes that met mine as she registered my presence. She smiled weakly.

“Hey, Sean. I thought I’d drop in on you.”

“You know you’re always welcome, but… what the fuck?”

“Can we go inside?” Lauren sat up with some effort. “I’ve been sitting out here drinking for two hours and I really need to pee.” She gestured at the nearly-empty bottle.

I quickly unlocked the door and Lauren made a beeline for the bathroom, appearing slightly wobbly on her feet as I moved her suitcase inside. The thing must have weighed 50 pounds.

Shortly she reappeared, her face less splotchy. She appeared to have tried to clean herself up a little. “So, do you want to hear a story? It’s a shitty story, but it’s a story.”

“Let me hug you first.” I gathered her in my arms, smelling the liquor emanating from her body as she squeezed me hard. She held the hug for several moments and I felt her breathing, slowly, her blonde and pink hair filling my field of vision.

At last she pulled back and wandered over to the couch. “Rolf and I broke up.”

“I’m sorry. He seemed like he meant something to you.”

“He did, in spite of myself.” She groaned.

“Is that why you’re here?” I asked. “Did you fly all this way just to talk to me?”

“I love you, but don’t flatter yourself.” She paused, collecting her thoughts. “Did I ever tell you that I thought he was the one?”

“No,” I answered honestly.

“Good, because I don’t think I ever really believed it myself,” she said, thinking. “But I was trying to convince myself. I mean, have you ever known me to wait through six months of long distance for someone? To be monogamous and wait for someone for six months?”

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised, a little,” I answered.

“God, I’m such an idiot.” She grabbed the bottle and took a swig, leaving only a little bit left, then handed it to me. “Finish it so I stop,” she ordered. I took it from her and poured it down my throat, feeling the delicious burning warmth.

“I don’t remember what I’ve already told you, so I’ll start at the beginning.” She took a breath. “Rolf and I met nine months ago, at a punk show at the Commodore Ballroom. He was in Vancouver recording an album with his band. He was a good guy. Outgoing, charming, had the air of danger but was kind and caring underneath the bad boy exterior. He knew how to talk to women. He knew how to listen. He was hot. He was a good fuck.

“After three months, the band had finished recording, and I was totally prepared to go our separate ways. We’d been casually dating, but, I mean, I’ve never settled down with anyone before and I was prepared to let it go. But the last night he was in town, right before leaving to mix the album and the leave on tour, he took me out for an incredible dinner at Vij’s, the best Indian restaurant in Canada, and told me he really liked me and wanted to be together. He was looking at getting a place in Vancouver and if I’d wait for him, we could be together when the tour ended. He said his bandmates wouldn’t have been okay with having a girlfriend on tour, which, fair enough, right? I don’t want to be Yoko Ono anyway. But we were going to meet up in Toronto tonight, which is the last night of the tour. They’re playing at the Danforth Music Hall tonight. So, I got into town this afternoon and went straight to the avrupa yakası escort venue to see him, and guess what?”

“What?”

“He’d been cheating on me the entire time he was on tour. Sleeping around with bitches in every city, plus he actually had a tour girlfriend that was travelling with the band. She was supposed to go home last night, but she whined and put up such a stink that apparently, he somehow thought he was going to figure out how to keep us both separate at the same show tonight.

“The worst part about this isn’t even the cheating. You know me, you know I generally don’t do monogamy well anyway. I’d have been fine with him fucking every groupie he could get his hands on, as long as he wasn’t lying to me. But he wanted this. He wanted a monogamous relationship. He wanted me to wait for him. I liked him enough to give it a try, even though it wasn’t what I wanted. Six months, I’ve been faithful to him. I haven’t been celibate this long since I was a teenager. I was supposed to get laid tonight, and then we were supposed to leave on vacation tomorrow.” Lauren groaned in frustration.

“That explains the big suitcase,” I observed. “Where were you going on holiday?”

“A cruise. We were going to sail tomorrow out of Fort Lauderdale and hit a few Eastern Caribbean ports. I don’t even remember which ones, and it’s not like it mattered anyway, we were just going for the relaxation, the warm weather, and the party. That’s part of why I’m here on your doorstep. I didn’t tell you I was coming in advance because I wasn’t supposed to have had time to see you before we left tomorrow, and then I’m flying back straight to Vancouver.”

“Are you still going to go?”

“Well,” she said smiling broadly for the first time since she’d seen me. “I booked the whole thing, and I took out cancellation insurance, so I can make changes to the reservation. When I found out he was cheating, I called the airline and the cruise line and changed it to your name. Do you want to come with me, so that I don’t have to go on a holiday for two by myself? My treat. It’s all sunk cost at this point anyway.”

“Uhhhh…” I was speechless. “I’m supposed to work tomorrow?”

“Oh, come on, you run your own division now,” she said, pleadingly. “You’ve told me your staff are so well-trained now they practically run the place without you. When was the last time you went on vacation?”

I thought, trying to remember.

“That’s what I thought. You’re coming with me. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“Okay.” I frantically ran through my schedule for the week ahead, checking dates of appointments in my phone, and realized there was nothing happening I couldn’t miss or re-book. I called my secretary and let her know I wouldn’t be in for a week, and I got her assurance she’d take care of rebooking everything. “Done. Okay, let’s go on a cruise. I’ve never been on one before.”

“Yay!” Lauren hugged me. “It’s been over a year since we’ve seen each other. I’ve missed you, Sean. I love the idea of spending a week away with you.”

She released me and took her jacket off, revealing she was wearing a band t-shirt with Rolf’s band name on it. “Before we start packing, we need to have an exorcism.”

She quickly peeled off the shirt, revealing a dangerously sexy sheer black bra underneath.

“Nice bra. Very hot.”

“Thanks, it’s got matching panties and it’s my favourite. I was supposed to get laid tonight.” She sighed again, then noticed me staring at the outlines of her nipples through the fabric. “Come on, Sean, how many times have you seen my tits before?” She playfully punched my arm.

“That’s not the point. “You’ve got nice tits, and I haven’t been laid in over six months either.”

“Yeah, but I at least have an excuse.” She gathered up the shirt, walking over to my fireplace and tossing it in. Lauren skillfully heaped some kindling and a fire log into a mound and lit it with a Zippo lighter out of her purse, then stood back, watching the flames grow and gradually consume the shirt. I put my arm around her, and she snuggled in, silently rapt as the fire grew.

“Goodbye, Rolf, you motherfucker,” she said quietly.

Lauren then changed into pyjamas, and she spent the rest of the evening helping me unexpectedly pack my suitcase for a cruise. When I went to bed, Lauren stayed up, her mind and body still three hours behind on Pacific time. When I last saw her, she was staring sadly at her phone as I disappeared up the stairs to my bedroom.

***

Our mid-morning flight the next day was uneventful, apart from the hassle of ferrying a hungover Lauren to the airport at what felt like far too early of an hour to her. Lauren had booked everything in advance, so we went seamlessly from Toronto to Fort Lauderdale to a bus to the seaport to the ship. I’d never been on a cruise before, but Lauren had been on several, and so I let her lead once she’d finally woken for avrupa yakası eskort the day on final approach to Fort Lauderdale-Hollywood International Airport.

Our ship was the Carnival Liberty, 100,000 tons of gaudy excess floating at the Fort Lauderdale pier among six other ships belonging to various cruise lines. We were late checking in, and the arrival hall was nearly deserted as we dropped off our suitcases, cleared passport control, then went up several escalators to a gangway and boarded the ship.

Our cabin was midship on the seventh deck. Lauren had explained that midship was best for minimizing the pitch and roll motion of the ship if the sea grew rough, and a middle deck was better than one directly above or below a public space to minimize the ambient noise. We finally found our room in a long hallway, starboard side, and entered to find ample cupboard space, a TV, a large window with a door overlooking an ocean-view balcony, a small cubicle-sized bathroom with shower stall, and a double bed bearing a small plate of strawberries and chocolate.

I caught Lauren’s eye and she blushed, walking over and reading the card.

“It’s from my friend Tanya, and it basically says congrats on the sex.” She grunted in frustration. “I can’t fucking believe the dry spell is going to continue.”

“It doesn’t have to,” I pointed out. “There’s gotta be lots of men on board looking for a hookup.”

“Sure,” she answered, “but we’d have to go back to their room, not ours, since I’m not making you wait out in the hall with a sock on the door, not when I’ve invited you along. If all I had wanted was to fuck a different man every night, I’d have come alone. If sex happens, great. But it’s not why I’m here. So, we’ll see what happens.”

We relaxed in the room and took turns in the shower getting clean, went through the mandatory muster drill on deck, then the ship slowly left port and steamed out into the Atlantic. Lauren and I watched the shore recede as we passed through the mouth of the harbour, then she announced she was going down to the cabin for a nap.

“I’m not tired. I think I’d like to explore the ship,” I said.

“OK, just make sure you sign into the shipboard messaging system so I can reach you if I need to. There’s no cell signal at sea, but if you connect to the onboard wi-fi, you can message anyone on board as long as you have their name and cabin number.” She messaged me from her phone, and I saw the notification pop up. “It’s a good way to keep track of each other, and we’ll make new friends on board easily enough.”

Lauren disappeared into the stairwell, and I went out to see what the Carnival Liberty had to offer. Most of the action was concentrated on the top of the ship and on decks 3-5, with the top deck, or Lido, hosting the ship’s cafeteria, two pools, hot tubs, spa, a basketball court and a gym. Decks 3-5 were where most of the indoor bars were, along with being where the ship’s casino, shopping, theatre and restaurant were located. I stayed outside for a while, enjoying the hot sunshine, people-watching, and seeing the Florida shoreline gradually receding behind us. The crowd on board the ship seemed to be right in our demographic, mostly couples ranging from their 20’s to their 60’s. There were also quite a few groups of young men and women, but precious few children, which suited me fine – we’d seen a Disney Cruise Line ship in port earlier and I assumed that the young families were all aboard that ship. Which, fine by me, I was thrilled by how few children were on board.

Lauren had booked an unlimited drinks package for her and Rolf, so I was already a few cocktails in by the time I made it back to our room. She was sitting out on the balcony in a bikini, nose buried in a book. She looked beautiful, the sunshine reflecting in her Ray-Bans and her nose stud. Her skin was flawless apart from tattoos on each ankle and her shoulder. Her blonde and pink hair practically glowed in the early evening sun. Her figure easily filled out her green and yellow bikini – while we’d both gained a few pounds since our college days, she had put it on evenly and flatteringly. The girl I’d known at nineteen was almost too skinny, with boobs that disproportionately jutted out of her chest and made finding clothes that fit nearly impossible, but she now had a more balanced figure, with full hips and a pleasant curve to her stomach. An empty fruity tropical drink sat on the table beside her, cocktail umbrella laying sadly to the side.

“How was exploring?” she asked as I came out onto the balcony. She moved her feet off the second chair and motioned for me to sit.

“Interesting. The ship seems pretty cool.”

“All Carnival ships are pretty much the same,” she said. “But yeah, it’s good to be here. I love feeling the ship’s movement, smelling the sea air, feeling the sunshine. I was thinking of going and sitting in the hot tub for a bit. Do you want to escort avrupa yakası come?”

“Sure.” We moved inside together, and I noticed for the first time that my suitcase was sitting on the bed. “The porters must have delivered it. Did you get yours?”

“I already unpacked,” she responded. “The bags get stored under the bed. I saved you half the closet and drawer space.”

I spent the next few minutes unpacking and stowing my clothes wherever I could find space for them. Once that was done, I grabbed my favourite of the two bathing suits I’d packed, a red one with blue and gold, and quickly started stripping down as Lauren watched with undisguised interest.

“Typical, first dick I’ve seen in six months and it’s yours,” she scoffed, playfully, as I dropped my trousers.

“You’ve seen the best, now see the rest?” I kept moving, quickly pulling on my suit.

“Something like that.” She licked her lips as she grabbed a bottle of sunscreen and started applying it, and we did each other’s backs before heading up on deck.

A few hours later, the sun had set, and we were due for a late dinner in the restaurant, our seating being 8:15 nightly. We dressed and presented ourselves to the maître d’ for our table, and we wound up being seated at a six-top table where we introduced ourselves to our tablemates.

Emily and Danielle were recent college graduates from Ohio, both in their early twenties, pretty, perky, intelligent, and energetic. They’d been best friends since high school, and they had that mental connection and understanding common to two long-time female friends, where they both understood each other intimately and could somehow communicate without speaking to each other. Emily was the more outgoing of the two; skinny, petite, olive complexion befitting a heritage I guessed was Italian-American. She was dark-haired with auburn highlights, wore glasses, and had a chipper, charismatic air about her that made me like her immediately. Even on an informal cruise night she was still impeccably-dressed and made up. She talked a great deal about her boyfriend, Milos, whose name she pronounced in the Czech way, as Mee-loash.

Danielle was quieter, and seemed to hang on her friend’s conversation, chipping in when she had something to say. She was baby-faced, with brown eyes and shoulder-length light brown hair she’d pulled up into a loose ponytail, a small, upturned nose, and a dimple in the middle of her chin. She had a mole on her upper lip that reminded me a little bit of Cindy Crawford, and I resolved not to mention this to her as a means of avoiding making myself seem unbearably old to a girl fifteen years my junior. She was very pretty in a girl-next-door kind of way, and she had a slightly raspy voice I found sexy. Her eyes betrayed some inner melancholy I didn’t quite understand, and my initial impression of her was that she was dealing with some major life event or crisis, perhaps a recent death in the family or something, though she didn’t share any details at the table. I felt overwhelmingly like giving her a hug, though I obviously held back.

Miguel and Alejandra were a couple from Texas, Hispanic, roughly in their mid-30’s like Lauren and I. Both first-generation Americans born in Colombia, he had a heavier accent and was seemingly content to let his wife do most of the talking in English. His quiet nature made it hard to get a read on his personality, but I picked up that he was a surveyor, and had a bit of a rough-around-the-edges air about him. He was built like a tank, squat and muscular, and I noticed Emily in particular eying him when he wasn’t looking.

Alejandra was an optician, and she was an embodiment of many Colombian female stereotypes – gorgeous, highly-strung, opinionated, and friendly. She did more talking than anyone else at our table in barely-accented English, and flaunted the designer labels on her clothes, purse, and sunglasses. She seemed to have something of a ‘tell it like it is’ attitude, and over the course of dinner I learned more than I needed to about her daughter, her family, and her marriage. Alejandra mentioned several times that they were trying to have more children, though judging by her wine consumption at dinner there was no chance she was pregnant.

As dinner was served, the conversation moved on to us.

“So how long have you two been together?” asked Danielle.

Lauren and I exchanged a glance. “We’re not together,” she responded.

“Friends?”

“We’re friends, yeah. If you’d like to hear how we met, we can tell you,” I offered.

“Yeah!” Emily and Danielle cheered us on.

I took a breath. “We met during the summer between the second and third year of university. Lauren had been booked together with Michelle, my girlfriend at the time, on a package tour, one of those ‘drink your way across Europe with a bunch of other college kids’ summer tour groups. All three of us were students at University of Toronto at the time.”

“I did one of those last summer,” Emily shared. “We went to Spain, France, Italy… I think we went to Germany too? I was pretty drunk most of the time.”

“Sounds about like my trip,” Lauren admitted. “Sean wasn’t on it, but when we got home from Europe, I wanted to meet Michelle’s boyfriend, since she talked about you a lot on that trip. That’s when I met you for the first time.”

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I was at my physical therapy appointment right on time. But it was a full 15 minutes before the therapist came out to get me. It was early afternoon, so maybe she was late coming back from lunch. Or maybe her watch was slow. Or maybe she just wanted me to wait to show me who was in charge for the 45 minutes I would be with her.

She walked up to where I was sitting, a clipboard in her hand, and held her right hand out.

“Matt?” she asked warmly. “I’m Laurie.”

I got up a little gingerly — after all, I was here to get some relief from my lower back pain — and shook her hand. Her grip was firm and her fingers gripped my hand with authority. She moved to one side and motioned back toward a series of small rooms, which were only defined spaces separated by curtains hung on curtain rods that wrapped around three sides of the space. The back side of each room was the outside wall. She guided me to room
, reached up and grabbed the curtain with her free hand, and pulled it back.

“This is our therapy room today. Please have a seat on the blue chair,” she directed.

I walked in and she pulled the curtain closed around the corner and halfway down the other side. The bottom of the curtain was at least ten inches from the tiled floor.

The enclosure was small, maybe ten feet by ten feet, with some cabinets and shelves along the back wall, a padded gurney with wheels and some other adjustments on the left side, and a blue office chair at the back corner next to the outside wall where the back side of the curtain was against the wall. There was one of those life-size plastic skeletons with the colored bones hanging from a metal stand near the front corner of the room.

I walked over and carefully sat down in the blue chair, as directed. Laurie rolled one of those padded medical stools to the middle of the room and sat down on it facing me. She crossed her legs and positioned her clipboard on her lap and began to write something on the papers on the clipboard. She was left handed.

Laurie was medium height, a little shorter than I am, and had light brown hair that was just shorter than shoulder length. Her hair was straight but full bodied and parted on the left side. When she looked down at the clipboard, a small tuft of hair fell down and over the right side of her face. She absentmindedly brushed it back behind her ear with her right hand. Her face had a classic look complimenting her height. Her eyes looked brown and were framed by glasses that had a thin, dark frame. They accentuated her face very well. Her nose had no imperfections and she had full, round lips with a light shade of red lipstick.

She looked up at me and smiled. “Just making some opening notes,” she said. “This shouldn’t take long.”

“O.K.,” I replied.

Laurie’s white blouse had long sleeves and looked to be well tailored. It had pleats down the front from the collar, over the bodice, and down to where the blouse was tucked into her pants. The collar was opened to two buttons at the top of the blouse which exposed a surprisingly large part of her upper chest. Her breasts pushed against the blouse with no sign of a bra, although she was surely wearing one. Her pants were nicely tailored, also, and form-fitting, reaching to the mid-ankle. Her left leg was crossed over her right leg and sported a golden ankle bracelet. Her shoes were black leather pumps and she dangled one on her toes as she made her notes.

She had a definite waist, but her hips were well-proportioned to the rest of her body. As she leaned over her clipboard, I had a nice view in the opening of her blouse. She stopped writing and looked up at me. I quickly moved my eyes to her face.

She paused just for a moment and then asked, “Well, Matt, what is bothering you?” Then she added, “I mean, tell me what pain you have and when it first started.”

“Well, I’m a pretty active guy. I exercise, not regularly, but often and try to take care of myself, you know?” I said. “I especially try to do stretching exercises when I remember to do them, and I have a pretty good diet. It first happened the other day when I was getting up from one of my activities. I must have moved wrong, because a sharp pain shot across my lower back and down my hips. It was funny — I stopped moving and the pain just slowly subsided. And when I felt O.K., I moved around and there was no pain. That must have been about a week, maybe ten days ago.”

“Go on,” Laurie said.

“Well, a couple of days later I was doing that same activity and I had completely forgotten about the pain. I started to get up and there it was again. This time it was sharper and, like before, when I stopped moving, the pain just slowly decreased. Only this time it didn’t go completely away. I could feel some discomfort down there in my lower back and down my hips. And it’s been there ever since.”

“Hmmm…” Laurie commented. “Were there any more incidents?”

“Yeah, this last time is what brought me in here. Two days ago I was doing my activity and I must have irritated something escort vip because I wasn’t even trying to get up and BAM! It hit me again. This time it felt like a slap across my backside. It stung, but from the inside out. And like before, it slowly dissipated when I stopped moving. But it hasn’t gone away, Doc.”

“I see,” she said. “But I’m not a doctor.”

“Oh, sorry,” I replied. “You just play one at work!” I tried to inject a little humor.

She smiled and said, “We are all professionally trained therapists, with lots of education, training, and professional development. But we’re not doctors. Just call me Laurie.”

“O.K., Laurie,” I replied and smiled back.

She went on. “These activities you were doing? Were they all the same activity each time? Were you working harder or faster these last times when the pain was more extreme? Or were you doing them at about the same effort? Can you tell me about these activities?”

“Well, I can,” I replied. “Is it important what I was doing?”

“It might be,” she said, “but I can’t determine that until I know what the activities were.”

“O.K.,” I said and paused for a moment. “I was with a lady friend and we were doing the activity together.”

Laurie looked at me with a puzzled look on her face. Then she realized what the activity was and blushed a little.

“O.K.,” she said hurriedly and stood up. “Let’s get you up and take some measurements.”

I could tell she had lost a little of that “in charge” authority she started with.

I slowly stood up and she pointed to an electronic scale and height machine between the gurney and the cabinets. I had missed that on my initial scan of the room. I walked over and stepped onto the scale.

“You don’t have to move,” she told me. “Just hold still and your height and weight are determined automatically.”

I stood still as directed and in just a few seconds, Laurie looked around my side to the scale. As she did so, she pressed ever so slightly against me. “6-2, 193,” she repeated and wrote it down on her clipboard.

“O.K., Matt,” she said. “Why don’t you take your shoes off and lie down over there on your stomach. There’s a place to rest your face so you can breathe.”

I went back over to the chair, sat down, and slowly bent over and removed my shoes. Laurie had the clipboard in both hands and was holding it flat against her chest. She watched me take my shoes off.

I got up and walked over to the gurney and laid down on it on my stomach. I found the place to put my face, and after positioning my body a little so I was comfortable, I asked, “Laurie, how’s this?”

“Uh, what? What was that, Matt?” I could tell she was standing right over me.

I had spoken through that gizmo that my face was on so I lifted my head and said, “Is this O.K.?”

“Yes, that’s good. Your feet are over the edge. I guess they don’t make these things long enough. But I’m sure they are strong enough.”

She placed her hands on my back and said, “O.K., Matt. Now I’m just going to explore a bit along your backbone. I will do some light pushing and prodding. Tell me if what I do makes you feel uncomfortable or if you feel any pain.”

She paused a moment as if undecided whether she should ask the next question. She did. “By the way, how far down your hips do you feel the pain?”

She was standing on my left side as I lay there, and she put her right hand on my butt, about half way down. “Down this far?” she asked.

“A little farther down.”

I had a pretty hard butt and without lifting her hand, she moved it down toward my feet.

“This far?” she asked.

“Just a little more. And it’s different for my other hip.” Actually it wasn’t, but I wanted to see what she would do.

“Oh, really?” she said as she slid her right hand down a little and reached across my body with her left hand and put it on my butt.

“How’s this?”

“That’s about right,” I replied, now that she had both her hands on my butt.

“O.K.,” she said. “Now I’m going to explore your back a little.”

What followed was an amazing therapeutic experience. As she gently pushed and poked along my spine, she told me exactly what she was doing, what parts of my spine she was touching, and how critical each different part was to the health of a person. As she pushed a little harder, I could feel my back relax. Her finger tips were the softest, nicest thing I had felt in a long time — I couldn’t describe it any other way.

“Now, I’m going to check your lower back, Matt. Is it O.K. if I pull your shirt out?” she asked as she began to tug my shirt tail out from my pants.

“Yeah, it’s O.K.” I replied through my face gizmo.

She pulled my shirt tail out and pushed it up a little on my sides. I could feel the cool air of the room on my back. Then she put her hands on the sides of my jeans, grabbed them and my belt, and pulled down. I lifted my hips slightly to help her. Maybe she pulled them down a couple of inches. It may have been strictly curative escort rus to her, but it felt nice to me.

She removed her hands and as she began to speak, she caught her breath, and coughed softly.

“There,” she said. “That should be far enough.”

Her fingers then touched my skin and slowly rubbed tiny circles on my back.

“O.K.,” she said. “More pushing and poking.”

Again, she began to explore the inside of my back from the outside using those soft, but firm, fingers and that velvet touch. Once again, she told me exactly what was going on and how different parts of the back support and strengthen other parts. She moved her fingers outside my spine now, pushing and rubbing gently, but probing to find the source of my pain. I felt so relaxed I almost forgot to tell her when she touched a tender spot.

“Right there,” I exclaimed. “It’s tender there and…” She pushed a little harder. “…Oh, that kind of hurts.”

“I see,” she replied. “How about here?” She moved her fingers a little to the side and pushed.

“Oh, not so much,” I answered. “It was just in that one spot.”

“O.K., how about here?” she asked as she moved her hands to the top of my hips below my beltline and pushed on each side. I let her work a little bit before I responded.

“No pain,” I said, “but it feels good.”

“Mmmm…” she responded. “Just a little more.”

With her hands on both sides of my exposed hips, she began to knead my flesh and press harder. I thought I could hear her breathing increase.

In a minute she said, “O.K. You can turn over now, I’ll tell you what I’ve found, and we’ll talk about some remedies.”

Without pulling my jeans up, I turned over. She was looking right at my crotch and my pants were low enough so that some of my pubic hair could be seen.

She brought her hand to her mouth and coughed and said, “Uhhhh… You can pull your jeans up, too.”

I reached down and pulled my pants up, but left my shirt untucked. She pulled her stool over next to the gurney and sat down with her clipboard. She dropped her pen on the floor and reached down to pick it up. I looked right down her blouse to her half bra covering her breasts. She raised her head, looked right at me, then sat back up, crossed her legs and positioned the clipboard on her lap. As she was making more notes, she explained that it appeared that there was a slight compression in some of the vertebrae in my back, possibly due to some strenuous activity, and the muscles have adjusted to compensate for the stress. There is some tightness in the muscles that are probably causing the pain when I moved a certain way.

“Let’s talk about some exercises you can do which will help your pain and, over time, probably eliminate it,” she explained. “The object is to relax your lower back and pelvic area. By doing that, the stress will be lessened and the pain will disappear.”

“So, here’s the first exercise. While lying on your back, place your arms at your side with the palms of your hands up and slightly under your hips. Suck in your abdomen and tilt your pelvis up while keeping your legs down,” she directed.

I tried that and she said, “Keep breathing. Use your abdominal muscles instead of your diaphragm. It’s important that you keep breathing. As you get more comfortable with this exercise, you can lift your hips up off the surface while keeping your shoulders and legs down.”

As I practiced this in front of her, I realized that this is the same position and movement that I sometimes do during my activities with my women friends. I did not mention that.

“That’s pretty good,” she praised me. “It looks as if you are comfortable doing this.”

I replied, “Yeah, I think I’ve done this movement before, but I didn’t think of it as exercise.”

“When do you do this move -?” she started to ask. Then I could see her blush a little and she continued, “Uhhhh… Well, never mind.”

She sort of looked away and moved her attention from my crotch to her clipboard. “O.K. You need hold this position for 15 seconds and do 10 repetitions of this twice a day. I’ll write this down for you so you can remember.”

And then she added under her breath, “As if you need a reminder.”

“Excuse me,” I said. “What was that you said at the end?” I asked.

“Oh, nothing,” she replied. Then added “Let’s talk about some more exercises you need to do.”

She went through about four more exercises that I was to do twice daily and I practiced each one to her satisfaction. When we finished, she had me get up, tuck my shirt in, and put my shoes on. She left while I was doing this and then returned with a sheet of paper with descriptions of each of my required exercises with little stick man illustrations. She briefly went over them again, emphasizing the importance of holding each position for the required time.

We were about finished. She asked if I had any questions and I asked, “When am I due back?”

“Well, if you don’t feel the pain decreasing enough during the first escort elit few days, you can call me and schedule another session. If the pain decreases enough so that you are confident that you are on the right track to no pain, you don’t need to return. Even when the pain goes away, I want you to continue these for at least another month. Then if there is no pain, you should do them two or three times a week for maintenance.”

She handed me her business card. “Here’s my card with my direct line. I’m here on Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday from one to five. Just call me and I’ll fit you in.” She looked right into my eyes and I smiled.

“Is there anything else, Matt?” she asked in a professional tone of voice. I took that to mean that we were finished with this session and that it was time to go.

“No, that’s all,” I answered. “Thanks for everything. I’ll do these exercises diligently, and, like you said, if I don’t feel better, I’ll call you.”

“Great,” she responded. “It was good to meet you, Matt.”

“Me, too, Laurie,” I said. “Thanks, again.”

“You’re welcome,” she replied and pulled back the curtain so we could both exit. And with that, I left.

…

Two days later I was feeling much better. I couldn’t get over Laurie’s invitation to schedule another session. It was probably all professional, but I had to find out for sure. I found her card and called her number.

Two rings. “Hello, this is Laurie,” I heard.

“Hi, Laurie. This is Matt. You remember, from a few days ago?”

“Sure, I remember. How are you, Matt?”

“Well,” I replied. “I’m getting better, I think. I’m doing all the exercises, but I think I should have another session with you.”

“That’s O.K. When would you like to come in?” she asked.

“How about Monday?”

“Monday’s fine,” she replied. “What time would you like to come?”

“I’d like to come at 1:30. Is that O.K.?”

“1:30 is fine. I’ll put you down,” she said.

“Oh, and Laurie?”

“Yes, Matt?” she said.

“Wear a skirt, Laurie.” Then I hung up.

…

On Monday at 1:25 I had checked in and was sitting in the waiting room. Precisely at 1:30 I saw Laurie exit her office and walk toward me. She had on a white blouse that looked as if it was two sizes too small. Her breasts were straining against the material. She was wearing a burgundy skirt that ended about four inches above her knees. She was carrying a clipboard and was wearing the same shoes as she did the other day. Her glasses and her hair were perfect, but her expression was much different from the first time I saw her. She had a look of anticipation and apprehension and as she came up to me, she was distinctly biting her lower lip.

“Hi, Matt,” she said as I stood up to shake her hand. We clasped hands, looked each other in the eye, and held the clasp for just a little too long.

“Hi, Laurie. It’s good to see you again.” Then I added, “You look very nice today.”

She said, “Thank you. Shall we go over here?”

She led me to room

this time. She pulled the curtain back and I could see that it was configured the same way as the room we were in the last time.

As I entered, I said softly to her, “Make sure the curtain is closed all the way.”

She entered behind me and pulled the curtain all the way around the side so it completely encompassed the area. I sat down on the only chair. She walked over to the cabinets at the back of the room and placed her clipboard down. Then she took a few steps to the center of the room, turned toward me, and with her hands on her hips, asked, “So, what is bothering you today, Matt?”

“Laurie,” I said. “I have this muscle that is really hurting. It cramps up something awful.”

She replied, “Well, why don’t you lie down on the table and we’ll see what we can do about it.”

I got up, went over and crawled up on the gurney, and lay on my back. Laurie moved so she was standing next to me, right at my waist. She put her hands on the table next to me, leaned forward a little, and asked, “Which muscle is it?”

Her tits were great today. I could almost see them struggling to get free.

“This one,” I said and I quickly unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled my jeans and boxers halfway down to my knees. My cock was half hard and was positioned slightly away from my body.

Laurie didn’t move. She stared at my cock. I reached out, put my right hand under her skirt, and rubbed up and down her leg. She made a little moaning noise.

“Keep talking normally,” I told her softly as I moved my hand up her leg to her panties.

She looked at me, nodded, and said in a normal tone of voice, “Well, sometimes muscles can cramp up when doing these exercises.”

She shifted slightly and spread her legs apart a little. I rubbed my fingers along her pussy outside her panties.

“What can we do about that?” I asked, also in a normal tone of voice.

“Sometimes massage helps,” she replied, and her voice cracked a little. I put my hand into her panties and felt her sex. Completely shaved.

“That sounds good,” I said as I moved my hand back and forth. “Can you massage my muscle?”

She was moving her hips ever so slightly now, responding to my stroking. I was almost ready to stick a finger into her cunt.

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