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It was raining out when I woke up this morning. Not the light kind of drizzle that usually permeates the mornings this time of year, but a hard rain that was soaking everything in sight. As I stood in my boxers, looking out the window, I laughed to myself that not every day can be as great as the one I had yesterday. First of all, I got to fuck the most beautiful woman in the entire company yesterday, my secretary Jennifer. Then, if that couldn’t be topped, I landed a huge client, and now I was looking at a huge commission at the end of the month.Maybe I’ll buy a boat, I mused, letting my mind drift to seeing myself at the wheel of a large motor yacht, with girls in bikinis strewn about the foredeck. In fact, the more I thought about it, the better idea it seemed. Hell, I’m only 39, I should do it now before I regret it.

The rain had finally stopped almost as soon as I had stepped out of my car in the parking deck. Not that it would have mattered, I never see the outside from my car to my office. I stepped out of the elevator at 9:15, and started the short walk down to my office. I had a corner suite on the 32nd floor, a decent accommodation for a senior vice president, complete with a sofa and my own personal bathroom and shower. As I got closer to my suite, I saw Jennifer sitting at her desk, apparently reading her morning e-mails. She looked up to see who was approaching, and when she recognized the face, her eyes softened, and a little smile crept across her lips.

“Good morning Mr. Davies. Mr. Archer called me this morning, and set up golf with him and Mr. Beckwith at 2:00. Do you have your clubs here, or should I send someone to your house to get them?” She cocked her head just slightly to the side, and continued to smile that beautiful smile. She was incredibly beautiful, with shoulder-length bright red hair, and an ivory complexion that was as flawless as skin could be. Since our little rendezvous yesterday had apparently not affected our work relationship, I didn’t feel too badly about letting my eyes shift below her face and down to her chest. She’d worn a navy blue pinstriped suit today, but instead of her normal collared silk blouse, she only had a white lace camisole on under her jacket. Her breasts were moving rhythmically with every breath, taking my mind into a hypnotic state. I forced myself to catch her gaze again.

“Uh, no. I have them in my closet. But if you would kindly ask Mr. Weston in accounting to return my putter, I’ll need that for certain today.”

“You got it boss.” She scribbled a note about the putter onto a sticky pad, and stuck the note on her phone. “There weren’t any other messages for today, but I didn’t know if you wanted me to make you any lunch reservations?”

This was pretty normal. I usually went out with clients for lunch, everyday but Monday. Today, though, I had something else in mind.

“No, I think today I’m staying in for lunch. Maybe you can recommend something for me to have?” I gave her a little wink.Oh, jeez, that was subtle, Mike. Why don’t you just tell the whole office you’re fucking your secretary.

If she responded to the wink, I couldn’t tell, but she did shift a little bit in her seat, and then said, in a low whisper: “Ohhh, I think I could whet your appetite for something.”

My dick jumped a little bit at that thought, but I just picked up my mail and went into my office to start reading. I had barely opened my first letter when movement caught my eye. Jennifer was stretching in her chair. For a woman of 27, apparently 8:30 in the morning is a little bit early to be already at work. As she raised her arms, however, I saw that it wasn’t a result of her lack of sleep, but rather a calculated effort on her part for me to notice. That much was obvious, since she’d unbuttoned her jacket, and now her tight undershirt was being stretched by the mounds of her breasts pushing toward the ceiling. She didn’t have gigantic breasts, a 34 and either a large B or a small C, but they were very round, and extremely perky. Her nipples were hard from the air conditioner, and they showed through the flimsy material of her undershirt. My eyes were fixated on those magnificent tits, until I saw that she was ending the practiced stretch. As my gaze migrated south, past her sexy flat stomach, I wondered to myself whether or not she was wearing any underwear. I never saw her with a panty line, and yesterday had shown me that she doesn’t always wear anything under her skirts.Memo to self, find out if Jennifer is wearing panties.

As the morning wore on, I took some phone calls, wrote far too many e-mails, and generally had a productive day. But I couldn’t stop thinking about gaziantep escort Jen, and how badly I wanted to fuck her brains out.

Pretty soon it was noon, and I heard Jen pick the phone up, to call someone. Apparently it was the main switchboard operator. “Hi Melissa, it’s Jen. Hey, listen, I need to run a few errands at lunch, so I need to be gone for the whole hour, and Mr. Davies is gone for the rest of the day, so could you just take any messages for him, and I’ll pick them up from you when I get back?” She paused for a split second. “Awesome, I owe you one. Oh, how’s the baby? Great, ok I’ll see you sometime around 1.” She hung up the phone, and grabbed her purse. She started to walk toward the elevator, but after she pressed the button, she turned right around and came into my office, shutting and locking the door behind her. As she walked toward me, she stripped off her jacket, and placed it on the hangar behind the door. I stood up and started to loosen my tie, but she had already gotten to me, and she put her hands over mine.

“No, not yet. This one is just going to be a quick little fuck. I really do need to run errands. Besides, I ordered you lunch, and it should be here in about 10 minutes, regardless of what we’re doing.” Her hand dropped to my crotch, and unzipped my fly. As she reached in, and pushed my boxers down, she grabbed my cock like a woman on a mission. I wasn’t fully hard yet; I didn’t quite expect her to move so fast. As it flopped out, she knelt down on one knee, and kissed the tip of my dick. Her other hand reached in and cupped my balls, providing me with pleasure and stimulation. My pole became a rod with that touch, standing at full attention for her to see. She just giggle a little more, something I am just now getting used to, and then placed her lips around the head, and moved her mouth down onto the shaft.Oh, shit that feels so good. Chills ran up my spine, and my knees threatened to buckle under the intensity of her sucking. I propped myself back against my bookcase, and leaned back to enjoy a blowjob from a woman who obviously knew her stuff. I put my hand on the back of her head as she was sliding her mouth up and down by cock, slurping and sucking all the way. When I was nearing climax, I pulled her away a little bit.

She looked up into my eyes with a half hurt expression, but then her stare went to my quivering dick, and her mind made the connection. “Oh, I guess that really does it for you, eh sexy?”

“It sure as hell does.”

“Ok, well, I have an idea for what to do now.” She stood, pulling the bottom of her skirt up as she rose, to once again reveal a bald pussy. She took the four steps to the couch, but didn’t sit on it. Instead, she put he knees at the base of the couch, facing toward the back, and lay her body onto the cushion. “I want you to fuck me from behind today.”

Well, how could I say no to such an inviting proposition? That warm pussy, situated right below that well toned and perfectly rounded ass was too much to not run towards. As I knelt behind her, my cock twitched again with anticipation. She reached behind her and grabbed my tie, pulling me down with greater urgency. I grabbed my dick, and teased her asshole with the head. Moving in small circles, I rubbed the tip from her ass to the edge of her pussy lips. Her slit was incredibly wet; it slid all the way down with ease. “Oh, come on. Get that huge prick inside me, NOW!” She screamed in as loud a whisper as the office would allow.

With that, I shoved the full eight inches right into her waiting box, and she had to shove her face into the couch to keep the whole building from hearing her. After the initial push, I drew back very slowly, building up her stimulation, and then slammed her hard again and again, until her whole body shook. It only took one more strong pump after that before the combination of the blowjob and her internal spasm caught up to me, and I came inside her. I let out a low, satisfied grunt, and gave her ass a squeeze.

“Jen, again, that was incredible. You’re never allowed to quit.”

She lingered for a minute with my dick still inside of her, both of us reveling in the warmth of each other’s touch. “Mike, nobody has ever made me come nearly as fast as you have. I’m not sure what it is, but you bring out the orgasm within me before I even get a chance to concentrate on it.” She smiled, and lifted herself off my now declining member. She turned around to face me, and put her hand around my neck. No sooner had she done that, then she leaned in and carefully brought her lips to mine. As our lips met, another spark flew through me, as I realized that she had done the same for me.

We both got cleaned up in the washroom, and when she had straightened her skirt, put on her jacket, and re-applied her makeup to her satisfaction, she unlocked the door. “Ok babe, I have to go run some errands, but I’ll be back in half an hour. Do you need anything while I’m out?”

“No, I think I’ll be fine. Can you find out what the course is I’m playing today? If it’s Shady Acres, it’s going to be completely flooded from all the rain this morning.”

“Ok, sure thing. I’ll call from my cell.” And she walked out the door and down the hall to the elevator.

Sitting alone in my office, I hadn’t had time to really reflect on anything when there was a knock on my door. “Michael Davies?” It was the delivery man, holding an Italian sub, and a bottle of root beer.Damn, she really does pay attention to detail.

“Yup, that’s me”

“Ok, it’s all paid for; I just need you to sign here.” I signed the receipt, tipped him a few bucks from my pocket, and sat down to enjoy my lunch.

When Jen came back, she gave me a quick run-down on how the weather had affected my golf day. It was Rolling Hills Country Club, not Shady Acres, so I could rest easy. Rolling Hills was very exclusive, and since their membership dues topped $250,000, they could afford the best drainage systems. Lucky my boss was paying. I left a little bit before 2:00 and headed up to the CEO’s office to meet him for golf.

I shot a 102. Yeah, for a senior executive, I ought to be better, but I’m not yet because I don’t play as often as I should. It was just after 7:00 pm when I got back to the office to pick up my car. Being a new-age, progressive company, they have all sorts of perks and benefits that I still found amazing. Free childcare, a coffee bar, and best of all, a small gym for anyone to use. Since it was early, and I didn’t have any plans, I decided to work out before heading home.

I keep a set of gym shorts and a T-shirt in my bathroom closet in my office, so I went upstairs to get them. As I walked into my office, I noticed the light was on in my bathroom. I didn’t remember leaving it on, but hey, I’m getting older.

I opened the door and heard the water running. Steam poured over the frosted glass of my stand up shower. I looked on the floor. Strewn about were various items of clothing: a black sports bra, a black tank top, white cotton panties, and a pair of girl’s cotton gym shorts.Well, at least it’s not a dude using my shower. I opened the door to the shower to reveal a naked and very wet Jennifer, apparently rinsing out her hair. Startled, I think, by the absence of steam and the noise of the hinge, she screamed as she spun around. She saw my face, beaming from the sight of her, and laughing at her girlish scream.

“DAMMIT, MIKE! That’s the second time you’ve scared the shit out of me in two days! And also the second time you were at a place you normally aren’t. What the fuck are you doing here so late?

“I could ask you the same thing. What the story?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about this. The thing is, I love the gym here, because it’s so convenient, but because I live so far away, I hate smelling bad. I know there’s a shower in the locker room, but you’re never here when I’m done, and well…this one is nicer.” She paused, a look of guilt passed over her face. “But I never make a mess, I always bring my own towels, and you’ve never known.”

I smiled again at her naked body as she reached over and shut off the water. “Jen, I don’t care if you use my shower. You’re right, you’re very discrete and always clean up, so who’s getting hurt by it?” I put my hand on the small of her back and drew her to me, kissing her on the forehead. “Besides, I like it when you’re clean and smell nice, so why would I stop that? I just think you’re not clean enough yet.” I pulled my shirt over my head, and then dropped my pants and boxers in one motion. Kicking off my shoes, and yanking off my socks, I was completely naked in less than ten seconds. I stepped in behind her, and reached past her breasts for the water control, turning it back on hot. Dutifully, she closed the shower door behind her, and turned back toward me.

“Ok, now that I can use this place, can we get a massaging shower head?”

“Ha ha ha, sure. I’ll pick one up this week, and put it in sometime.” I pulled her close to me once again, and kissed her deeply. Her eyes were closed, keeping out the water, but I could feel her tongue in my mouth. Her breath poured from her nostrils, washing over my face. We help our embrace a moment longer, then we both released each other and backed away. “Now, let’s see if we can’t get you cleaned up.”

I grabbed her shower gel, squirting a small pool into my hands. Foaming it into a rich lather, I turned her around and applied my soapy hands to her shoulders. The lubrication of the soap made sure that my hands easily found her tits, and my fingers began slowly massaging them. She let out a low moan, I knew this was working for her. I moved my hands in large, slow circles, gently kneading the tissue of her breasts. Her nipples came alive, and began to harden at my fingertips. Her quarter sized areolas, bright pink soft spots on flawless ivory mountains, tightened, pushing her tiny nipples out even further. I took my index finger of my right hand, and pushed the nipple around all directions. She moaned again. “Ungh, that feels incredible Mike.” I continued massaging her tits, unaware that she had already lathered up her own hands.

She reached behind her back, somehow knowing without looking exactly where my dick was. Starting at the top, she spread the soap all down my shaft, over my balls, and all the way to my thighs. As she washed away the sweat of a hard fought sport, my cock began remembering what it was for, and leaped into action. Very soon I was as hard as a rock, and she just kept soaping it up, massaging it gently. It was like heaven on earth. Not overly sexual to make me come, but impossible to ignore as waves of adrenaline hit my body. She pulled her hands away and held them up to the showerhead, rinsing them off as she removed the lather from her own body.

I took my cue, and slowly moved my hands down her torso until they were resting on her hips. Rotating one hand around to her ass, I moved it down below her ass cheeks to the back of her wet pussy. The other hand found its way around to the front of her dripping slit, and both went in simultaneously. The left hand worked her clit in tiny circles, and the right fingers slid into her pussy. I kept manually stimulating her until I felt that now familiar shudder run through her body, as she let her entire lungs exhale her breath. She gasped, breathing very heavily now, and slid her hands down the wall, giving herself a bracing position. She was ready now.

I slipped my cock inside of her, a strange angle for me, since her back was not really horizontal or vertical. I had never done this in such a small shower before, and I was relishing the experience. The position of her hips made it even tighter for me, as the walls of her vagina hugged me tighter than ever. Carefully thrusting, so as not to slip and fall, I pushed myself as far into her as I could manage. I grunted with the resistance. Establishing a slow and steady rhythm, I screwed her up against the wall for what must have been half an hour. Waves after wave of orgasms hit her body like clockwork, kept in time with the pulsing of my hips. Finally, on the fifth shudder from her body, I felt my body surge from the tip of my toes, all the way up my spine to the top of my head, and finally out the end of my cock, as I spewed hot cum inside of her.

We both rinsed off, and as we dried, I put a towel around my waist. I handed her my bathrobe, and went to the office. Reaching under the lowest shelf, I grabbed a bottle of scotch, and poured us two glasses. We sat for a while on the couch, naked save for some small scraps of terry cloth, sipping our drinks and holding each other. Finally she spoke.

“Well, I’ve got to tell you; I wish I’d done this a whole lot sooner. I’ve had a little crush on you since my first day, but you always seemed too proper to fool around at the office. This has been a total fulfillment of one of my wildest fantasies.” She trailed off after that, and I knew what was coming next.

“Look, let’s just be blunt. We can’t exactly have a public relationship, because of our positions.” I said, placing my now empty glass on the coffee table. “But I wouldn’t trade you as an assistant for anything in the world. You’re too good. On the other hand, you fuck like nobody I’ve ever been with, and I can’t in good conscience give that up either. So let’s just keep this between us, and I promise that someday, we can be together forever.”

“Oh Mike, that would really make me happy.” She blinked and a single tear rolled from here eye. “Mike?”

“What is it sweetie?”

“I know we just started fucking on a whim, but I’ve been interested in you for a while. So I think I can say with complete confidence…I love you.”

I was floored. “Wow, I don’t know what to say. Until recently, you were two different people. A great friend and a loyal employee; someone I could talk to about anything. But you were also an object of just and fantasy, filling my head with dirty thoughts, and my dreams with even dirtier ones. But now that those two people have merged, I think I am sure of it too. I love you too, Jennifer.”

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It was a hell of a day for my car’s air conditioning to give out-it had to be at least 95 in the shade, and the inside of my car was like an oven. I had just showered, but already tendrils of my hair were sticking to my neck and a droplet of sweat was trickling down between my breasts. I irritably rolled down the window and cursed my car, the weather, and this stupid errand I had to run.

I had borrowed a pair of my best friend’s shoes weeks ago and forgot all about them until she called me this morning. She needed them-tonight. So I had no choice but to leave the cool comfort of my apartment, climb into my rolling blast furnace and drive into the sticks on the hottest day of the year.

By the time I pulled into Linda’s driveway I was wilted, damp, and miserable and wanted nothing more than an ice-cold beer, but I suddenly realized I probably wasn’t going to get one–her car wasn’t there! “Well, shit,” I muttered. She knew I was coming; where the hell did she go? It looked like I was going to have to leave the shoes on the porch and get right back into my steaming car. I decided to go around and check the back door, just in case. Linda sometimes leaves it unlocked, so I figured maybe I could go in, leave a note, and get that beer after all.

I was just rounding the corner into the backyard when I saw him. Of course-it was Saturday; I should have known he’d be here. Linda’s husband, Danny, was crouched over the Harley he was working on and, even though I’ve known him for years, I got a flutter in my stomach at the sight of him. Danny is so gorgeous I get tongue-tied whenever I’m around him and this time was no exception. I stood there like an idiot, holding Linda’s shoes, literally unable to speak. He was dressed in an old pair of denim overalls with no shirt on underneath, and his long hair was tied back into a ponytail. His biceps and shoulders were sheened with sweat, and bulged and rippled as he worked. My God, did Linda have any idea how lucky she was? I thought for the thousandth time.

I swallowed and found my voice. “Hey, Danny.” Brilliant.

He turned and his face lit up at the sight of me, or was that wishful thinking? “Hey, Lauren!” He stood up and brushed his hands off on his overalls, but they were still pretty grimy. “Linda told me you’d be stopping by with the shoes. I’d take them, but…” He held up his hands by way of explanation. “Why don’t you go put them inside and I’ll wash up out here at the spigot. Grab us a beer while you’re in there, ok?”

I made tracks for the house, grateful to have something to do other than stare at Danny’s pecs. God, how was I going to get through a whole conversation with him? “Where is Linda, anyway?” I asked at the door.

“Having her nails done,” he said with a little grimace that told me exactly what he thought of that particular activity. Inside, I looked down at my own short, unpolished nails. gaziantep escort That was only one of the ways in which Linda and I are different. She’s shorter and rounder, with bigger breasts and straight dark hair. She wouldn’t dream of leaving the house without make-up. Me, I’m tall and lean (though I do have a few curves myself), with wavy ash-blond hair which today was piled up on top of my head. I rarely wear any make-up at all.

Before I grabbed the beers, I headed to the bathroom for a quick mirror check. Despite the heat, I looked pretty damn good. I was wearing a pair of cutoffs that fit like a second skin, and a pretty white camisole top that laced up the front, giving me some nice cleavage. For just a second, I imagined that Danny’s rough hands were on my breasts, and I immediately felt myself get wet. Jesus, Lauren, snap out of it! I commanded myself. He’s your best friend’s husband, for God’s sake. I splashed some water on my face, and went to get the beers.

I couldn’t tell you what we talked about. Nothing important. The weather, movies, mutual friends. At first we were a little awkward with each other, but the beer loosened us up and soon we were laughing and joking around. It was after the second beer that I noticed Danny’s eyes kept returning to my cleavage. I felt the heat crawl up my face, and the wetness between my legs again. We were heading into dangerous territory here. “Well, I guess I better get going,” I said, half-hoping that Danny would ask me to stay, but he didn’t say anything.

I picked up the empties and went back into the kitchen to throw them away. It was stifling in there, and I grabbed another beer out of the fridge just to hold against my forehead for a minute. “It’s a real scorcher today, isn’t it?” said Danny quietly from behind me. I turned and he was standing very close to me. I thought, God help me if he comes on to me because there is no way I can resist this man. His blue eyes were looking right into mine. He took the cold beer out of my hand, and slowly, very slowly, reached out and began to untie the lace on my camisole top, his eyes never leaving mine. My breathing was suddenly very shallow and my pussy was drenched, and he hadn’t even touched me yet.

He hooked a finger in the lace to loosen it, and suddenly my tits were exposed to the humid air. He pulled my shirt open all the way, gave me a sly smile, and brushed one of my nipples with the cold bottle of beer. I whimpered as he rubbed the bottle back and forth, got that nipple nice and hard, then dragged the bottle across my chest to the other one. He leaned close to my ear and murmured, “Do you like that, Lauren?”

“Yes!” I managed to gasp.

“What do you want me to do now?” Still in that low, murmuring voice that was driving me wild.

“I don’t know, I don’t care!” He smiled at that. I was starting to tremble with desire.

“Do you want me to suck on those pretty tits of yours, Lauren?”

“God, yes!”

He bent and took my nipple into his mouth, and the first orgasm ripped through me. He smiled up at me but kept tonguing my nipple, and hoisted me up onto the counter. I reached around and pulled the rubber band off his ponytail, so I could bury my hands in his glorious hair, then pulled him up so I could kiss him. I needed his mouth, now. I groaned as his tongue filled my mouth and blindly groped for the buckles on his overalls. They fell to the floor, and he was wearing nothing underneath. I gasped-I couldn’t help it. His body was magnificent and his cock was huge and rock-hard.

I reached out to touch it, and he grabbed my wrist. “Uh-uh, not yet.” He smiled and tugged on the button to my cut-offs. “You’re still dressed.” I stood so he could pull them down while I took off my shirt, then he knelt in front of me and slid a finger under the waistband of my white cotton panties. I suddenly felt self-conscious, and said, “Danny, wait.”

He stopped and looked up expectantly, and I said, “I’m, um, completely shaved…down there.”

“Better and better,” he said and yanked down my panties and tossed them aside. I stood before him, my naked pussy just inches from his mouth. “God,” he murmured, almost to himself, “what a beautiful pussy.” Then, again with that sly smile, he blew softly on my clit. I groaned, and tried to spread my legs, but he held them together. “Do you mind if I lick your clit, Lauren?”

“No,” I whispered. Then his tongue circled my clit, slowly at first, then faster. He spread my pussy lips so that my entire clit was exposed and sucked on it. “Danny, please,” I moaned.

“Please what?”

“Please….finger me.”

“You want me to finger fuck you while I’m licking your clit?”

“Yes!”

“Then say it, Lauren.”

Oh, God. This was turning me on more then I ever thought possible, hearing these words come out of Danny’s mouth. And now he was making me say them, too. “Finger fuck me, Danny. Please!”

He let me spread my legs then, and dragged his middle finger between my wet pussy lips. “Mm, so wet,” he said, then plunged his finger deep into my cunt. “And tight.” He bent his head to my clit again and started licking me while he worked his finger in and out, faster and faster. When he slipped another finger in, I came again, crying out and grinding my hips against his hand and face.

My legs couldn’t hold me any more and I slid to the floor. Danny had just given me the best sex of my life and now it was time to return the favor. I kissed him again and I could taste my own pussy on his lips. I said, “Now it’s your turn, Danny. Stand up.”

He lifted an eyebrow, and said, “Are you giving the orders now, Lauren?”

I laughed. “Yep.” He stood before me, proud of his body and his magnificent cock. I slowly ran my hands up his muscled thighs, and then around to his ass. I lightly dragged a finger up between his ass cheeks and was rewarded by his sharp intake of breath. I blew lightly on his cock and balls and smiled as his cock jumped with anticipation. “What would you like me to do, Danny?” I teased.

He grinned. “I want you to suck my cock, Lauren.”

But instead, I kissed and licked the inside of his thigh, then let his cock drag across my face when I went to the other thigh. He groaned, and I began to get wet all over again, knowing what I was doing to him. Finally, I lightly teased the head of his cock with my tongue, then licked the entire underside, from his balls to the tip. “Lauren…” he pleaded roughly, and I gave in and took the entire shaft into my mouth, stroking his balls at the same time. He started to gently fuck my mouth, and my own hand went to my pussy to stroke my clit. This was another first for me; I’d never played with myself in front of anyone before, but something about Danny made me lose my inhibitions.

I started to moan as I sucked him off and fingered myself, and he abruptly pulled out. He knelt on the floor, and said “Lie down and spread your legs, wide.” He was back to giving the commands which was fine with me.

I lay down and spread my legs, feeling deliciously exposed. He’d begun to stroke his cock as he looked at me. “That’s it,” he breathed, “now play with your pussy for me. Show me how you rub that clit.”

I reached down and began to rub my clit in little circles the way I do when I’m alone, and Danny’s breathing got even heavier. He leaned over me and pushed his cock right up against my slit. “What do you want me to do now, Lauren?” he asked.

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk, Danny,” and with that he plunged his cock hard into my pussy, up to the hilt. “Yes!” I cried, and grabbed his ass to pull him in even deeper. He grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs up into the air, spreading me open even wider so he could watch his huge dick slide in and out of my naked cunt.

Faster and harder he pumped, my ecstasy spiraling out of control until finally my body shook with spasms and I screamed so loud Danny put his hand over my mouth. Right after, he pulled out and came all over my belly with a groan, stroking his cock to get out the last drop.

We lay there on the cool linoleum for a few more minutes, then Danny got up and got some paper towels for my belly. He leaned over and kissed me one last time, and pulled me to my feet. Just then, we heard the crunch of car tires on the driveway. “Shit!” I hissed, and scrambled for my clothes. Danny pulled on his overalls and stuffed my panties into his pocket just as we heard Linda’s step on the back porch. When she came through the door, we were seated at the kitchen table, flushed and sweating, cold beers in front of us. “Whew!” she said. “I’ll take one of those. Damn, it’s hot today.”

“Oh yeah,” Danny said, meeting my eyes for a split second. “It’s a real scorcher.”

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“Colin, man you’re hopeless!” Charles exclaimed, shaking his head in disgust. “Can’t you tell she was totally in to you?” he continued as he picked up another nacho from the plate and washed it down with a swig of the beer. Colin just looked at Charles and their other friend, Dean, with a look of skepticism. The three friends were regulars at the family run pub-style restaurant, showing up every Friday and Saturday night for the last year or so. Jerry’s as it was called, had been in the neighborhood longer than any of them had been alive. Jerry had already passed on, and now ownership was in the hands of his son Tom. The “she” that Charles was referring to was Rebecca, Tom’s daughter who was helping out while she was home for summer break.

Colin looked past Charles towards Rebecca. He had to admit that she was something to look at. About 5′ 8″, fit, very well endowed curves that had all the males in the place trying to get her to notice them. Her long black hair fell just above the curve of her butt, which only served to draw the male eye even more. He looked back at his friends and just shook his head.

The three of them looked as different as day and night. Charles was the tallest at 6′ 6″, his Scandinavian descent obvious in his blond hair, blue eyes and big muscles. He would have fit in easily in a Viking raid, crossing the seas on a longship with his piercing blue eyes staring out of his helm. Dean was about the same height as Charles, though polar opposites in coloring. His coffee and cream skin, honey colored eyes and dark hair were in direct contrast to Charles. Dean wasn’t as muscular as Charles, but he was just as strong, with the endurance of a long distance runner, which is what he was.

And then there’s me Colin thought to himself. He wasn’t as tall as his friends, though standing at 6′ 2″ he was by no means short. He had wavy brown hair and brown eyes, and while he tried to take care of himself he was by no means an athlete like his friends were. In all, his best feature, in his opinion, was his smile and his intelligence. Though he’d found the hard way that being book smart did not necessarily correlate to being smart when it came to relationships.

“Charles, shut up man, are you crazy?” Colin asked. “I know there’s no way she’d be interested in me, not with all the other guys here, you two included. I’m just your average joe. We were just being polite. You know, making small talk.”

“No Colin, I think Charles has a point,” replied Dean. “That was way more than just polite small talk. The girl was doing everything she could to get you to try to ask her out.”

“Nah, I don’t think so” insisted Colin, though the seed of doubt and hope had been planted. Could Rebecca really be interested in going out with him? Or were his friends just bull-shitting him?

“You should go up to the bar and ask her out” said Charles. He was like a dog with a bone once he got an idea into his head. Charles knew that Colin didn’t have much experience with women or much faith in himself, but he was sure that Rebecca had been sending Colin the go ahead.

They continued talking and joking, ribbing Colin and working him up so that he’d finally take the bull by the horns and go ask Rebecca out. After about a half hour Colin caved in and said he’d try to ask her out. It was done more in an attempt to shut his friends up than with any real belief that she was interested in going on a date with him.

Working up his courage, Colin walked up to the bar where Rebecca was working. She smiled brightly as she saw him walking towards the bar. She stood right in front of him and leaned over, her arms crossed under her breasts, emphasizing her ample curves. The low cut shirt was stretched tight, almost making Colin forget what he wanted to say.

“Hey Rebecca, could you get me another round of beers?” he asked before he completely lost his nerve. Or devolved into a blithering idiot he thought, struggling to keep his eyes on her face. He may consider himself a gentleman, but there is only so much temptation one can endure.

“Sure Colin, no problem. But you didn’t have to come all the way over here to ask for them. It’s slow enough that you could have just signaled me from your table” she replied as she turned away from him to get the beers.

Ok, it’s now or never thought Colin to himself. Come on man, what have you got to lose, other than your pride if she turns you down? He cleared his throat and gave a quick look at the lighter he held in his hand. Here goes nothing!

“Rebecca, wait a minute” he said just as she was going to open the beer bottles. She looked at him askance, not sure of why he’d stopped her. “I want to make a bet. I bet you I can open the bottles with a lighter.” As he said it, he held up the lighter that he had in his hand, which looked like an ordinary silver Zippo lighter.

“A lighter? I don’t think that’s possible” she answered with obvious amusement in her voice. She put the unopened bottles on top of the bar. “But gaziantep escort out of curiosity, what are the terms of your bet? Like, what do I get when I win?”

“If you win you get to pick your reward. But if I win, then you’ll go out on a date with me. Is it a deal?”

“Anything? Are you sure about that?”

“Totally sure. So are you willing to make the bet with me?”

Rebecca laughed out loud. “Sure, why not? You’ll have to give me time to think of what I want as my reward though.”

Colin just smiled at her and reached for the first bottle. Little did she know that the lighter had a small button on it, that when pressed released a bottle opener much like the one found on a Swiss army knife. He smiled and then easily opened the three bottles while she looked on, half in disbelief and amusement.

“Oh no fair!” she exclaimed, trying not to laugh out loud at his ingenuity. “That’s cheating!”

“No it’s not,” Colin replied with a smile. “I used the lighter like I said I would. You can’t go back on your word now.”

After a few more joking protests, Rebecca agreed to meet Colin for dinner and a movie the next week. Feeling triumphant, he took the beers back to the table and let his friends know about his success in asking her out. The rest of the night Colin and Rebecca joked and flirted with each other until closing time came around and the guys were forced to go home.

The week flew by for Colin, who was extremely anxious to see Rebecca again. They had agreed to meet at the restaurant he had suggested. It was a casual date, so he was dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved button down shirt. He got to the restaurant first and was waiting for her at the bar when she showed up. Dressed in tight jeans and a white off-the shoulder peasant style blouse she looked fantastic. Her long black hair flowed freely down her back and the gold earrings shone in contrast to it. Red high heels and a matching purse completed her outfit. Colin couldn´t stop staring.

He stood up and welcomed her, telling her she looked wonderful. Rebecca smiled up at him and thanked him for the compliment. They then proceeded to go to their table and order dinner. As they waited they talked and flirted. Colin thought that the date couldn’t have gone any better up to that point. Then all of a sudden Rebecca’s face turned pale as she looked past him at someone walking into the dining area.

“Hey are you -” he started to ask, just to be interrupted by Rebecca apologizing.

“I’m so sorry for this,” she said as whomever she was looking at pulled out the chair next to her and sat down.

Colin looked over in surprise as an older, more worn and VERY drunk version of Rebecca sat down next to him. She leaned over and looked at him intently through bleary, blood-shot eyes. Colin could smell the alcohol on her breath and it was overpowering. The way she was staring at him was starting to creep him out.

“Mom, what are you doing here?” Rebecca asked, weariness and resignation in her voice.

“This is your mom?” Colin said, not quite believing what his eyes were telling him.

“Yes Colin, she is. She and my dad split up years ago. That’s why she’s never at Jerry’s.”

Colin looked back at Rebecca and saw that her face was bright red, though with anger or embarrassment he couldn’t really say. He was completely at a loss as to what to do with Rebecca’s mom there. Before he could think of something to say, the woman started talking to him.

“Young man,” she said, “I’m here to make sure your intentions towards my daughter are good.” She slurred her words so bad that it was almost impossible to understand her. “When are you going to marry her?”

“Wait, what?!” Colin exclaimed at the same time Rebecca let her face drop into her hands, hiding behind them. “Who said anything about marriage? This is just a date!”

Rebecca’s mom peered at him through narrowed eyes. “So you say you won’t marry my daughter? Is she not good enough for you?”

Colin looked desperately over at Rebecca, who was still hiding her face behind her hands, her shoulders slumped. Finding no help there, he turned to face the drunk and irate mother again, and tried to explain in a soothing voice “Ma’am, I think there’s been a confusion. This is our first date. We don’t know each other well enough to think of marriage, though your daughter is a great girl.”

The mom wouldn’t have any of it though, and started accusing Colin of everything from being a low-life good for nothing to being the reason no decent man would marry her daughter. Each accusation was a little louder until she was standing and screaming in the restaurant, causing a huge scene. Everyone there was watching it play out in morbid curiosity. At some time before her mom had started getting really worked up Rebecca had excused herself to go to the ladies’ room. It just dawned on him that she hadn’t come back yet but he was too distracted to pay much attention to how long it had been.

At this point though Colin had had enough. At the same moment the restaurant’s security personnel finally arrived to escort the drunk and by now completely infuriated and hysterical mother out of the building. Good riddance, thought Colin, who really didn’t know if the date was salvageable after that incident. He waited a few minutes, but it increasingly became more apparent that she wasn’t coming back. He paid for the meal and left, feeling confused, dejected and angry all at the same time.

Standing outside the restaurant in the parking lot, he lit up a smoke and looked at the lighter he had used to get Rebecca into agreeing to go on this date with him. Ruefully he wondered if it would have been better to not pay attention to his friends when they had encouraged him to ask her out. He started walking towards the street to catch a cab, with every intention of going home and getting drunk. Chalk it up to experience, he thought. I’ll definitely never have a date like that again. Too bizarre to believe.

As he neared the corner he saw a familiar figure trying to wave down a taxi. “Rebecca! Wait up!” he called out and sped up in order to catch her before she could get a cab. She turned to look at him, eyes wide and round, looking like a deer caught in headlights on a dark road. Desperately she turned to see if she could get a cab before Colin reached her but there wasn’t one nearby.

“Hey, hey, please don’t run from me” he said gently as he reached her, stopping a few feet from where she was standing. His heart melted when he saw that she had been crying, her makeup streaked on her face.

“Oh Colin, I’m so sorry. I’m so embarrassed!” she said, wiping at her face with the backs of her hands. “I know I shouldn’t have left you there like that, but I just couldn’t take it anymore. I never know what to do when she gets like that.”

Colin took his handkerchief from his back pocket and handed it to her. “It’s ok. Well, I mean it was certainly a shock, but no harm done. I’m just sorry you had to see your mom like that. Also sorry that you felt like you had to run from me.”

“You’re way to nice to me Colin. I don’t deserve it after I bailed on you like that, but thanks.”

“Listen, I know that there’s no way to salvage this date, so how about we just go hang out somewhere as friends? Think of it as a second chance. I promise you won’t regret it.”

“I think I would like that,” Rebecca answered, smiling up at him for the first time in a long while. Impulsively she leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. “Where do you suggest we go?”

“How about mini-golf?”

“Nah, don’t much feel like playing mini-golf right now. Can we just go to your place and watch a movie on TV?”

Colin looked at her a little surprised, but said that if that was what she wanted then it was ok by him. Shortly afterwards they finally caught a cab and were on the way to his place. Rebecca was silent on the way there, her head turned to gaze out the window though she had sat down in the back seat of the cab close enough that her thigh was pressed against his in spite of the extra space available.

Colin had his hands on his thighs, trying not to think about her leg touching his, when she placed her hand under his and wove their fingers together. She still had her head turned to look out the window as she did it, though she did give his hand a small squeeze. Colin remained silent and squeezed her hand back. He felt a little of the tension drain out of her body and smiled slightly.

Soon enough they were in front of his apartment building. His place was a second floor walk-up in an old brick building in a relatively nice part of town. He lived alone in the small one-bedroom apartment, but it was all that he needed.

He opened the door for them after they walked up the stairs and turned on the light. The living room / dining room were immediately visible from the front door, with the guest bathroom to the right. A half wall served to divide the kitchen area from the rest of the apartment. Colin’s bedroom was down a hall to the left from where the kitchen ended.

He led Rebecca to the sofa and told her to turn the TV to whatever she wanted to watch. His cat Molly came out and started rubbing herself around his and Rebecca’s legs, so he picked her up and took her to the kitchen to feed her. After a quick stop at the bathroom he rejoined Rebecca on the couch.

She had curled up almost into a ball on the sofa, resting her head on the armrest and her tucked up near her. Colin decided to give her space and sat down on the opposite end. As he sat down he saw that she had found one of his favorite movies, the Fifth Element, on the sci-fi channel. He grinned because he never got tired of watching it, but certainly would never have guessed that she would like something like that.

“Have to confess that this is one of my favorite movies,” he said. “I’ve seen it a thousand times but still watch it every chance I have.”

Rebecca looked over at him and smiled. “Good. It’s one of my favorite movies too. I was kinda worried you might not like it.”

“Don’t have to worry about anything” he said, and they both settled in to watch the movie. During the taxi chase scene, she changed positions now resting her head on his shoulder. Colin put his arm around her and gave her a quick hug. Rebecca looked up at him and Colin couldn’t resist kissing her.

His lips moved over hers softly, gently, so that she could pull back if it wasn’t what she wanted. Much to his surprise, she kissed him back. Quickly the kiss that had started out tentative grew wanton and hot, both of them giving in to the sexual tension that had been put on the back burner due to the calamitous incident at the restaurant.

Colin framed Rebecca’s face with his hands and they devoured each other with their kisses. She managed somehow to kneel on the sofa next to him without breaking the kiss. She plunged her fingers into his hair and straddled him, her body pressed tightly to him.

Colin moved his hands up and down her back and her sides while they kissed. Their lips and tongues danced and swayed with each other, their heavy breathing keeping tempo as they came together in an explosion of passion. He kissed his way along her chin and jaw line and then down her neck. There he paused to suck and lick the spot where her neck joins the shoulder. Rebecca moaned softly and let her head fall to the side so Colin could keep kissing her there as she shivered in his arms.

His hands found the hem of her shirt and slid up under it, rubbing up and down her back. She pulled back from his exploring mouth and looked him right in the eyes. Without a word she took the hem of her shirt in her hands and pulled it off over her head, leaving her only in a pale pink lace bra. Her areolae and tight, hard nipples could clearly be seen through the lace, a much darker pink than the material covering them.

Colin closed his eyes and groaned as a surge of lust punched him in the gut. He reached blindly for Rebecca and pulled her into another all-consuming kiss while his hands cupped her breasts and tweaked her tight nipples through the covering of the bra. This time when he broke away from her mouth it was to kiss over her breasts, leaving her nipples through the lace.

Rebecca was having a hard time catching her breath. Colin’s kisses and now the attention he was paying to her breasts had reduced her mind to mush. She couldn’t think or talk anymore, only feel and lose herself in the heat and physical pleasure of his touch. She could feel exactly how much she was affecting him as well as she straddled him. His erection was a steel rod between them, his heat obvious even through their clothes.

She undulated her hips over him as he sucked and licked her nipples through the lace of her bra. Hearing him groan as she did so made her smile, making her determined to hear it again and again. His hands moved to her back and unfastened her bra. She peeled it off and tossed it somewhere behind her, not caring where it landed.

Colin almost swallowed his tongue as he saw her glorious breasts swing free from their confinement. Eagerly he sought them out with his hands and his mouth, latching on to a nipple and sucking as if his life depended on it. With his other hand he cupped and kneaded, molded and played with her other breast. Now it was Rebecca’s turn to groan as he worshiped her breasts. She pushed her fingers into his hair and held him close as his greedy mouth moved from one to the other.

After an eternity Colin finally was able to draw himself away and told her to stand up. She did as he asked, standing on shaky legs that she wasn’t quite sure would be able to hold her up. Colin slid to his knees on the floor in front of her. His eyes met hers as he unbuttoned her jeans and slowly brought down the zipper. Without looking away he began peeling the material down her legs until he was forced to look down to help her step out of them.

Rebecca used one hand on Colin’s shoulder to steady herself as he divested her of her jeans. She stood in front of him only in the light pink lace thong that matched her bra. Colin drew in his breath as he could see through the lace to the skin beneath, smooth and supple and begging for his touch. He drew her close and placed big, wet, open-mouthed kisses around her stomach, letting his tongue trace the edge of her thong as his hands grasped and squeezed her firm butt cheeks.

Slowly he lowered her thong and helped her step out of it. He guided her back to the sofa and had her sit down on the edge and lay back. He then positioned himself between her legs, placing them over his shoulders and grabbing her butt to bring her closer.

Rebecca couldn’t stifle the cry of pleasure nor the arching of her body as his tongue made contact with her clit. He made a long, leisurely sweep over it with his tongue then retreated to kiss the inside of her thighs. When her hand plunged into his hair and pushed his mouth hard against her he chuckled a little but obliged her by licking and kissing every inch of her bare pussy.

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High school ended three months ago for Kerry and now it came time for her to start a whole new, exciting life in college. She always dreamed of getting away from her parents and her little town, and that sweaty job at the local ice cream shop that her parents made her work “to gain a sense of responsibility”, they said. She especially disliked the job because she was forced to work with a bunch of male pigs who would constantly stare at her chest and her ass whenever they thought she wouldn’t notice. God, she hated those white, nearly see-through shirts, where on really hot summer days when they were busy, everyone could see right through her soaking wet shirt and delicate bra that left nothing hidden unbeknownst to her mom, who always picked those type of bras out.

Oh well, that’s all behind her now that she’s graduated and has since packed up most of her belongings (including many of her stuffed animals) and brought them to her new apartment, just two miles from campus and a short walk to the shuttle bus. It was a single; her mom and dad agreed to pay the rent as long as she made the dean’s list, which shouldn’t be too difficult since she did that every semester in high school. Although she didn’t have a roommate living with her, there were several neighbors to meet, thankfully, most of them girls. What’s really great about it, and also what her parents enjoyed most, was knowing that the small complex’s caretaker lived in a quaint, cottage-like house at the entrance from the road and also right next to the bus stop. This gave her parents a warm sense of security that their precious, young daughter would be looked after in one way or another for the duration of her school-year by a responsible, mature adult.

Kerry also felt safer; not simply from petty crime, but also because of the fact that she was still a virgin. This fact made her feel especially vulnerable to the many shocking stories about college parties and boys forcing themselves upon girls and such. They didn’t get a chance to meet the handyman that first moving day, but they spotted him high up on a ladder working on an air conditioner belonging to Kerry’s soon-to-be neighbors, Beth and Rachael.

She kissed her parents goodbye after a nearly three hour visit. They simply did not want to leave their beautiful, impressionable daughter in a strange place without their guidance and protection. However, this was a gigantic step forward in her life and she felt proud of her newly-found independence so out the door they went. Once they were gone, Kerry finished unpacking the little bit that her parents didn’t already unpack for her including her toiletries, makeup, panties, bras and other girlie-stuff that her dad was too embarrassed to take out of her suitcases. It was getting dark out and rather cool so Kerry decided to slip into her pale-pink tank top and silk, purple boxers and run a bubble bath.

She shut off the hot stream of water pouring into the tub and swirled her hand through the bubbles, lifting a lush mountain of suds into the air with her arm. Her bath now ready, she used both hands and lifted the bottom of her tank top up over her breasts, catching her chin for a moment, and then up and beyond her wavy blonde hair which cascaded itself back onto her shoulders. Kerry then tucked her thumbs inside her boxers and gently tugged them, one side at a time, off of her hips, and down her legs toward the floor. Just as she was about to step out of them, she heard a loud bang at what sounded like the window in her bedroom, directly in view across the hallway.

The shade was still up. She quickly pulled her boxers back up and cradled one arm over her breasts as she ran to the window to close the shade. She shut the window after several yanks with her free hand and then snapped the shade shut. There…that was better except for that strange smell in the air, almost like a fragrant incense or something that must have wafted in from the window. Oh well, Kerry felt safe again and that’s all that mattered. She wrapped both arms across her breasts trying to warm her now-shivering, slender body and ran all the way to the bathtub where she wasted no time dropping her boxers and stepping into the deliciously soothing bath water and clean-smelling bubbles.

The next morning was her first day of college and she wanted to make sure and be early to the bus stop so as not to be late to for her first class. She set her alarm an hour earlier than she thought necessary and awoke to hear her favorite female artist crooning a tale of lost love. Kerry thought to herself how lucky she was to not have to worry about a relationship since there were no boys in her life, right now that is. She recalled Peter’s face to memory and thought of how enamoured he was of her during her freshman year, when he was a senior. She was flattered, at the time, by the fact that an older boy wanted to go out on a date with her, even though she didn’t know him very well. Her few girlfriends that she had all said that most gaziantep escort of the boys in her own class were too shy to ask her out because she was, “too hot and must already have a boyfriend from the football team or something”, so they stated. Actually she never dated anyone until Peter came along.

The first date was when Peter came over for dinner. Kerry’s parents were less than delighted by his age, but found him to be respectful with a healthy dose of shyness. After dinner, they sat on the back porch and played backgammon on the picnic table until her mom and dad told Peter that it was getting late and he should head home. She remembered how he thanked them for dinner and then turned quickly toward her and kissed her gently on her lips and then ran off to his car parked around front.

Kerry blushed at the memory of her first kiss, albeit a stolen one. She turned on the shower and stepped into the invigorating spray of water. She lifted her long, blonde hair back with both hands, elbows high in the air as the steady stream splashed all over her face and cascaded down over her breasts, with little fountains of water spilling off of her still-stiffened nipples. Memories of Peter came back again and now she recalled the second date with him, which also turned out to be the last. He drove over in his convertible on a Saturday morning to pick Kerry up and bring her over to have lunch with his parents, so he said.

She told her parents she was leaving and would be back by eight in the evening so that Peter and her could go see a movie and then grab a bite to eat someplace. Her mom had told her to look pretty for her date so she wore a pale khaki skirt with a white, knit tank top and black, sling back sandals on her feet. He held the door open for her as she sat down and then went around and got in the drivers seat. No sooner were they around the corner when he told Kerry to open the glove box. Inside was a bottle of some kind of liquor. Fear and anxiety were quickly replaced with a sense of adventure and deviousness, a feeling she has yet to re-experience.

Peter told her to open it and take a swallow, said it would feel good. She took a sip and spat it out, but he coaxed her to take a bigger gulp and swallow it all. Kerry lifted the bottle to her lips and drank a whole mouthful. Peter reached for the bottle and then took an even bigger chug himself. After a couple more drinks from the bottle, they were at his house. He parked his car in the empty driveway. There were no other cars so Kerry asked him where his parents were. He simply replied that they must have stepped out to do some shopping before they had lunch together.

Peter brought the bottle inside the house with them and closed the front door behind Kerry and locked it. She was feeling rather light-headed and needed to sit down because the room started spinning. Peter told her to head down into the finished basement where there was a large, comfy couch setup in front of a huge T.V. He said he’d meet her there in a minute because he had to, “take a leak”, as he put it.

The next thing Kerry remembers is opening her eyes, lying on the couch with her knit top pulled up to her neck and her front-release bra hanging loose to either side of her now mostly naked body. She was still groggy from the alcohol she drank and it took her a moment more to notice that her panties were lying on the floor next to the couch, at least she thought they were hers. Then she felt his touch and realized that they were definitely hers lying on the floor and not possibly anyone else’s. She lifted her head and watched in disillusionment as Peter touched her with one hand and touched himself with the other!

He was actually masturbating, right in front of her and worse than that, he was molesting her between her legs. She never before experienced the sensation of warmth and wetness down there that Peter’s perversion was causing. She quickly pulled her hips back effectively yanking what she imagined to be his thumb out of her vagina and told him to stop. He just laughed and told Kerry how beautiful her “tight pussy” was and couldn’t believe how wet she got (he proceeded to show Kerry the hand that was touching her which glistened with her juices). He then reached both hands forward and cupped her breasts, one in each, and started to say something, but Kerry slapped him across the face.

This did nothing more than cause him to start kneading them with his strong hands and pull on her nipples with his thumb and forefinger pleading with her to let him continue to enjoy her surprisingly large breasts for a girl her age. She was utterly disgusted, more with herself for being in this shameful situation, than with his pathetic begging to touch her more. She grabbed hard onto his hands and pulled them from her breasts and rolled off the couch onto the floor. He must have been pretty drunk because he fell off the couch onto the floor lamely trying to catch her. She quickly re-cupped her bra over her breasts and snapped the clasp into place, then pulled down her knit top. She turned around to see that Peter was still lying on the floor, too drunk to get up, but was looking in her direction muttering more pleads for more playing.

Kerry now noticed that her skirt was missing and that she was completely bare below her navel. She couldn’t stand to give Peter a free show any further and so she quickly walked around the couch searching for her skirt. While walking around the couch, Kerry noticed her wetness trickling down the inside of her thighs, stopping just at the insides of her knees. This made her feel even more ashamed and perplexed at the same time. Behind the couch was her skirt; she undid the clasp and, while breathing in, wrapped it around her waist and reattached it. Now all she needed was her panties, then she could make her escape.

However, Peter had managed to crawl to where her panties were and was holding on to them with the same hand which had defiled her moments earlier. Kerry pointed a slender finger at him and demanded that he give them to her. Peter just giggled, lifted her panties high in the air and then lowered them onto his awaiting face. In the midst of taking a deep breath of her scented undies, Kerry mustered all her strength to try to pry her underwear from his grasp. He was too strong for her, and the strong scent of her femininity emanating from her panties and his hand caused her to give up and just run up the stairs, out the front door and out of Peter’s life for good.

Kerry opened her eyes and snapped back to reality; presently a hot, steamy shower which she now realized was taking longer than she would have liked. She didn’t want to be late for her first class in order to make the best possible impression on her drama professor, Dr. Raymond. After all, she dreamed of joining the cast of the college theater, it was one of her biggest aspirations for college. She stepped out of the shower, dripping wet, and reached across the doorway for her towel.

While doing so she felt a cool breeze, stiffening her nipples and giving her goosebumps. She turned her head toward the source and noticed her open window in the bedroom with the top of a ladder exposed just outside. She felt at once violated; her privacy had been intruded upon. Kerry quickly grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her from her chest to her thighs. Unfortunately, this towel was a bit small, left over from her childhood no doubt, and her 36, B-cup breasts caused the towel to lift up to her girl area. She closed the door quietly but realized that all her clothes were in her bedroom. How was she to know that the handyman was going to fix something outside her window this morning?

Kerry bolstered her courage and deftly moved across the hallway into her bedroom and smack in front of the handyman, who was now framed by the window staring at her, smiling and showing a missing front tooth. She let out a quick scream at the shock of seeing an unclean, scruffy-looking older man with graying hair and beard wearing blue coveralls sticking his head into the privacy of her bedroom.

He looked perfectly at ease and even chuckled as he said, “I’m sorry young lady, I didn’t mean to give you a fright.”

Kerry, trembling in her little towel asked, “What are you doing there? Can’t you see I’m almost naked? Don’t you have any consideration?” At this the handyman bowed his head a bit, but kept his eyes on her…all over her, moving up and down her body.

He replied, “I was just installing a new scented filter for your air conditioner, I think you’ll like it.”

Kerry asked, “Well, can you come back and do it when I’m not here?”.

“Not necessary, I’ve finished, for now”, replied the handyman who promptly began descending his ladder and dropped from sight. Kerry, still trembling from the fearful encounter, approached the window and began closing it again smelling a now all-to-familiar fragrance in the air. That pervert must have been at her window last night too. She raised her arms and to her alarm the little towel, till now only held up by her breasts now slipped off her still-moist body exposing her breasts to anyone watching from outside. Sure enough the handyman looked up from the bottom of his ladder and got a free look at her young, but endowed chest with her nipples pointing straight out to the horizon.

She slammed the window shut and dropped the shade then touched something wet and gooey on the sill. She grimaced but wiped it off on her towel thinking it must be from the new filter or something.

The first day of classes went fairly well. She was initially excited to go to her drama class but was overwhelmed by the sheer number of other students; competitors she now faced to be favored by Dr. Raymond for future roles. She got off the bus at her complex and immediately felt uneasy. She realized that she had no friends here, no one to walk her to her apartment and make her feel safe. Kerry decided it was time to meet her new neighbors, maybe they knew something more about this handyman. She looked up at her apartment building and scanned quickly for any signs of the handyman.

When satisfied, she set off toward her building. Her neighbors, Beth and Rachael, seemed like lively girls. They often had their stereo blaring and could be seen through their porch window dancing around, sometimes barely dressed, to Kerry’s embarrassment. Today, as she approached their door, across from hers, the radio was blaring again. She knocked, but doubted that anyone inside could hear and so knocked progressively louder and louder until the music finally dropped in volume and the door opened. Standing inside the door was a tanned, sweating, good-looking girl, a little taller than Kerry with her reddish-brown hair tied up. Her white sports bra was soaking wet; her nipples completely visible to Kerry’s uncomfortable surprise. She wore a matching thong on bottom, making Kerry feel a bit more embarrassed at the scant clothing this girl was wearing while answering the door. If it was she, Kerry would have grabbed her purple boxers or something, but maybe this is another example of the liberal college lifestyle she has entered into.

The girl smiled with her brows raised and said excitedly, “Hi! I’m Rachael. You must live across the hall.”

“Yes, I’m Kerry and I’ve only been here for one day.”

“It’s so nice to meet you, Kerry. Please come in.”, invited Rachael. Kerry stepped into the rather messy apartment while Rachael jogged to the bedroom and opened the door announcing her visit to her roommate. Hmm, must be tough sharing a bedroom, Kerry thought to herself. Rachael swung the bedroom door only half way shut and proceeded to the kitchen.

“Want something to drink? I’m thirsty…and please sit down on the couch and make yourself at home.”

Kerry replied, “Sure, just some water, please.” Kerry sat down on the couch and put her books down on the floor. Her attention now returned to the bedroom which she could now see into almost fully. She feigned to cover her eyes when she saw Beth standing naked in front of the closet, searching for something to put on. Her body was milk white in stark contrast to her long dark, black hair which reached all the way down to the top of her butt.

Also, to Kerry’s amazement, her breasts, though very pert, were enormously large relative to Beth’s slender body. Kerry looked away when Beth peeked out the open door and shouted out to her, “Hi there, be out in a moment!” She kept the door open and bent down to the ground and picked up a pair of boxer shorts. She then took her time stepping into them and pulling them up her long, slender legs. Her breasts jiggled noticeably. Beth again peeked over to Kerry and noticed that she was staring at her breasts. Beth smiled to herself and shut the door, ending the episode. Rachael returned from the kitchen with a glass of water, herself with a wine cooler.

She sat down on the couch, very close to Kerry and rested her free hand on Kerry’s leg. “It’s so nice to meet you, Kerry. You just moved in, right?” Kerry responded and made some pleasant conversation until Beth came out of the bedroom wearing little more than before. A cropped tank top and almost see-through boxers was all that covered her as she strode over to the couch, sitting on the other side of Kerry. After some more pleasant conversation and questions about where everyone was from, Kerry decided to ask about the handyman. At the mentioning of him, the girls simultaneously blushed and looked at each other, smiling. Rachael responded saying that he was the caretaker and fixed things quite often for them, also saying that he was a very nice man.

“Sometimes we invite him over for…”, Rachael blushed again and glanced at Beth who finished her sentence, “…for drinks.” Kerry, comforted a bit by their seemingly friendly relationship with him then told them about her experiences so far with the open window and all.

They looked at each other again and said, “you know, that’s how we first met him…almost exactly what happened to you happened to us.”

“He was a quirky, shy man who claimed that he needed to fix our air conditioner, clean our windows, or whatever else, just so he could get a look at us in the nude, can you believe that?” Kerry got goose bumps again and opened her mouth to speak but before she could reply, Rachael half-joked, “All he had to do was buy us some drinks to do that.”, and giggled a bit. Beth glared at her and Rachael quieted down.

“He’s just a lonely, old man who has no one to talk to. Actually I feel kinda sorry for him, that’s why we invite him over from time to time. I know he really enjoys the company of a couple of attractive, young women.”

Rachael interrupted Beth with, “Yeah, he really gets off!” Beth glared again and looked at Rachael’s drink.

“What are you drinking, that wine again?” Rachael rolled back into the couch and let out a loud burst of laughter. Beth just shook her head and then addressed Kerry. “You should come back later when the lush is a better neighbor to be around.”

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It was a normal Saturday night in my house. My husband and I had rented a few videos and thought we would stay up late and watch them together. We got through the first video when my husband put in another. It was not what I had expected. It was a porno. In my shocked mind the woman on the screen giving head to her husband was graphic and a bit disturbing until I found that I kind of liked it. I was a little wary at first but to my delight and my husbands I was very wet.

Just as I thought things would get more interesting the phone rang. Geez! I answered and it was my older brother man did he have horrific timing. My husband just smiles and slides my pants off and then my panties. He spread my legs wide and started licking up the inside of my thigh. I felt myself start trembling and I gaziantep escort glared at him, did he not know I was on the phone with my brother of all people. He slowly worked his way up to my pussy using both hands to spread it open. He lightly tongued my clit and I felt my breathing becoming faster and practically hung up on my brother in my haste to have an orgasm.

My husband just smiled and said you know you need a little bit of trimming, as he gets up to retrieve his shaving kit. He then lays me back down and proceeds to trim my pussy hair, making sure it is nice and smooth. I would have never thought that it would have been erotic, but to see him between my legs that way made me very horny. With the movie still on he then leaned back over lightly blowing on my clit while taking a vibrator out to tease my pussy hole. The other hand reaching up to grab the nipples of one of my 36c breasts. I cum almost instantly with my back bowed off the floor and a hand in my mouth to stifle the cry that seemed to have vibrated the air. He grabs me by the hand and takes my mouth in a kiss that made hot all over.

His tongue thrusting into my mouth as his hands squeeze and knead my breasts. He then takes off his boxers revealing his seven inch hard on and turns me aound to push me over the couch. He enters me from behind, filling me and stretching me with every thrust. He leans over with his fingers toying with my clit, shooting bolts of lightning through my body. He then grabs my hand forcing it to take the place of his hand at my clit, while he lifts back up to slap my ass. I can feel his dick getting harder and harder in my wet pussy. Just as I thought I was going to come again he stopped.

Wanting to yell out my frustration he pulled me on top of him so I could take HIM for a ride. I positioned myself over him and started lowering myself onto him slowly inch by inch. He had other plans and surged upward to fill me completely. I gasped feeling the tip of him against my cervix and then I started to move up and down on his hard dick as his hands pinched my nipples into hard points.

I could feel my orgasm coming and started riding him faster and harder. Just as my body came apart he groaned loudly and I screamed, which for me is a wonder in itself. I fell over gasping for air, wondering if my heart was going to beat it’s way out of my chest. Sweat rolled off my body as I lifted up to look at him and say..

” Can we finish the video now?”

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It happened again. I awoke up in the middle of the night, panting and my panties soaked. I had another erotic dream and orgasm in my sleep. My breasts were feeling tender. I had masturbated in my sleep.

It started a few weeks ago and happened at least twice a week. I went to the bathroom to freshen up. I was going through a rough patch in my sex life. My body’s desire for satisfaction was growing.

I was in a steady relationship until around 8 months ago. I was preoccupied with work and did not have the time and effort the relationship needed. My mind was focused on climbing the corporate ladder. But nights like this I missed a steady relationship.

I had been working towards a promotion at work to become the head in the sales department. Unfortunately my work place preferred the old male and stale variety in management. I was 35 and female so it would be a culture change for the company. I was mentored by the VP and I was given hints that I was in pole position for the role but he had to convince the board.

I was doing long hours. I was usually the first in and the last to leave.

I arrived early at the office when the VP, Matt approached me, “Sarah, I need to speak to you in my office.”

I followed him across the floor to his office feeling nervous. He closed the door behind me.

He said, “I am working on the board and I have recommended you as my preferred candidate. They are still wavering and considering options.”

I did not know what else to say, “I don’t know what to say. I promise I will not let you down. Thank you.”

He added, “There is one other thing. There was a meeting yesterday and they made a right royal cock up. We are bringing in an IT whiz kid from India. He is only 24 but he is a prodigy and will be spearheading our new development. Anyway we promised him accommodation but it fell through at the last minute. He arrives tonight but we have nowhere to place him. I know you have a spare room and if you put him up it should seal the deal for your promotion with the board. Can you do this?”

I did mention that I had spare room when I was talking about my split to Matt but I regretted mentioning it now. I had worked so hard for the promotion and deserved it on merit but if this put me over the line then so be it, “I will do it for you. What time will he be arriving?”

Matt seemed relieved and confirmed the details. He promised that it would only be a couple of weeks until alternative accommodation was arranged.

Ali arrived late in the evening just before I was going to sleep. I was dressed in just a slip on nightwear when he arrived. It rested just above the knee and revealed some cleavage. He was carrying a couple of suitcases. He seemed shocked when he saw me and his eyes scanned my body a couple of times.

He seemed young. He was short and had a slight belly and wore glasses. He was not handsome but the way he looked at me made me intrigued. I never normally received such a reaction from men. I had gained a bit of weight in recent years. I was a lot curvier with age. My breasts were 36d so they usually received attention but I never expected to get the attention of younger men. I glanced down at his crotch and there was certainly a bulge. I don’t know why I looked. It was just an instinctive reaction to his looks.

I became self conscious and threw on my silk robe as I showed him the bedroom, kitchen and bathroom. I said, “I have set out bath towels in your room and changed the bedding. The kitchen and bath area is shared. I use public transport and will show you the best routes into work. If you need anything just ask.”

He was very shy now despite his initial brazen looks, “Thank you madam. You are very kind. I will see you in the morning.”

We said our goodbyes and I went to bed.

I was intrigued by Ali I was initially taken aback by his brazen checking out of my body but as I talked to him he seemed like a shy and polite person.

The next morning I woke up early but as I went to bath room I was surprised to see Ali leaving the bathroom in just a towel. My eyes went to his crotch again as I said, “Good morning Ali. We can go into work together if you want to wait for me.”

I don’t know what was coming over me and why I was so eager to glance at his crotch. He looked me over again as he adjusted and wiped his steamed glasses, “Good morning madam. Yes I would like that. Is it ok if I cook breakfast?”

As he did so his towel became dislodged and fell to the ground. His cock came into view and I felt an immediate flush in my body as my eyes were now focused on his erect member. He quickly picked up the towel and covered himself up to my disappointment. He apologized, “I am sorry madam. I hope it did not offend you.”

I liked the way he said madam in his accent, “You can call me Sarah. I am not offended. I will have a shower and join you for breakfast.”

As I entered the shower it felt different knowing that he had just been here, washing his naked body, taking his cock gaziantep escort into his hand and stroking it. His cock was average at 6 inches but seemed so strong and virile. I could smell his shower gel. He had brought his own and it had a more masculine scent. As the water ran over my body I began to massage soap into my breasts. They felt so sensitive. I rubbed the soap over my body as I imagined washing his cock for him. I ran my fingers between my pussy lips. I was already so wet and moist. I began to finger myself. God it felt so good. My legs became weak and I had to lean against the shower wall. I came in a shuddering orgasm. As my orgasm subsided I came to my senses and quickly showered as I needed to get ready.

I joined Ali in the kitchen and he had made a spicy egg with a traditional Indian bread. It was something different for me and tasted good. Breakfast was usually a boring affair for me.

The morning with Ali was nice. He was working on a different floor and I did not get to see him. There was much talk about the work he was doing and there was a lot of talk about what it would mean for the rest of us.

I put the morning’s events to one side as I concentrated on the job. Matt came over to my desk and thanked me for helping him out. He was my usual type. He was in his 50’s and had salt and pepper hair. There was a moment a fee years ago where we got close but nothing came of it. I would have never been taken seriously if I slept with my boss. He said he was expecting to get my position confirmed by the end of the week.

There were only a few people left in the office and it was getting late. I had not heard from Ali all day and a part of me missed him. A few minutes later I saw him come up to my floor and appeared to be looking for someone.

He came over to my desk. He said, “I am sorry I was late. I have a lot of work to do on the project. Are you ready to leave?”

I was ready to leave a while earlier. We were the last to leave. The commute was pleasant with Ali’s company.

I learned a lot about him as I spent more time with him. He was the youngest from a large family. He was interning with a large multinational company in India when he developed his new management software and he has been able to export it to many companies. He said his contract is only for 3 months and then he will be leaving.

We got back to the apartment and Ali went to his room to get changed. I was putting my things away and then walked towards my room. As I was passing Ali’s room I noticed that the door was slightly ajar. I could see him removing his suit through the gap. Something stopped me from going. He stripped down to his boxers. I could see the tent in his boxers and I licked my lips. I was hoping he would slide them down to bring his beautiful brown cock out. My hand was on my breast as I was gently massaging it. He then put on some Indian style clothes. A long shirt and pajamas. I hurried to my room not wanting to be caught.

I sat down on the bed and laid back. I started to open my blouse and gently cupped my breasts. I was obsessed with his cock. It was the wrong time for me to have a male guest. My sex drive was high but I had no one to satisfy it. I lifted my breasts out of the bra cups and began to fondle them. I let out a sigh as my nipples became erect. I gently teased my nipples. I was getting so turned on. I bunched up my skirt and opened my legs. I was wearing tights and it felt incredibly inconvenient as I had a strong urge to finger myself to orgasm.

All if a sudden I heard a knock at the door which took me out of my reverie, “Miss Sarah, I have cooked something for us. When will you be ready?”

I said, “I am sorry. I was not feeling well. I will be out shortly.”

He said, “I am sorry for disturbing. I will have everything out.”

I was feeling so horny and my nipples were really erect. I picked up a low cut negligee with spaghetti hoop straps. I liked the attention he gave my body and my mood was causing me to dress provocatively.

As expected his eyes never left my body. He was focused on my breasts as my nipples would be visible. I saw him gulp as he saw me and caused a jitter to run through my body.

He said, “Are you feeling better Miss Sarah?”

I said, “Yes. A little better. I will take something before I sleep.” By that I meant finger myself silly.

He had cooked nice Indian curry dish. He was pretty good at cooking and I enjoyed having someone to share responsibilities and take care of me in this way. We relaxed on the sofa during the evening. We were just engaged in small talk and I asked him, “Do you miss your family? It must be hard living so far away from home.”

He said, “My father and he is often busy with his business. I never saw much of him when he was in India.”

It sounded like a distant relationship with his father. I asked about his mother, “What about your mother? Are you close?”

He had a sadness in his eyes, “My mother passed away in childbirth. I think my father blamed me for it”.

He tried to hold back the tears but the emotions stirred in him were too strong. I pulled him into a hug, “It is ok. Don’t be upset. I am sure your mother will be proud to see you today.”

He rested his head in my lap and I calmly brushed his hair with my fingers. It sent a warm nurturing feeling through me and I felt closeness to him. He began to calm down. We stayed in that position for some time and began to talk about his feelings and mother.

Most poignantly he said, “I always felt this absence of motherly love in my life. It was just me and my father and he believed in being strong and any weakness was punished. I never felt any love.”

I felt sorry for him, “You are a lovely boy and you deserve love.”

I felt this bond him and a real connection. It was late when we went to bed. It had been an emotional evening.

It was the middle of the night when I was woken from another orgasmic dream. My panties were soaked and I went to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I was really tired and somehow made it back to bed.

In the morning I was not wearing my panties. I thought I must have left them in the bathroom. I went to the bathroom to look but I was unable to find them. I did not know how I managed to lose them.

I had to change them anyway and made a mental note to wash them when they turned up.

At work my mind was preoccupied with Ali. I did not come across him at work as we worked in completely different areas of the business. I was in the break room when I heard Becky talking to one of the other girls from the 2nd floor. Becky was the office bike and was known to sleep with any new men in the office. I heard her giggle as she said “The new IT guy is not my usually type but I have heard he earns a lot. So I might give him a ride.”

God. I hated girls like Becky. Silly little sluts. I had to warn Ali to stay away from her.

It was late in the evening when I spoke to Ali. I could not ask him direct about Becky so I just started to ask him about past and current relationships.

He looked at me as he queried why I would be asking him about this and said, “I always struggle talking to girls or women. I never know what to say.”

He sounded so naive and I liked that he had not been with another woman, “But you are able to talk to me without any problems.”

He said, “It is different with you. I feel really comfortable with you.”

I felt something between us also, “You need to be careful of some girls at work. You are a good boy and I do not want anyone taking advantage of you.”

I thought with his awkwardness around women Becky would struggle to do anything with him.

In the morning I was late getting up and Ali was waiting for me. As I went to the bathroom the laundry basket seemed disturbed. I had a look and my lost underwear was sat on top. I was sure that I had checked everywhere in the bathroom. So I was surprised to find it.

I inspected it more closely and found numerous white stains. They were certainly not my stains. I brought it up to my nose to sniff and it was certainly male cum. Even though I was certain I still brought out my tongue and licked the dried cum. I had missed that taste. I quickly put it back in the basket and got ready. Ali had obviously taken it but I was not angry or upset but it in fact turned me on incredibly and gave me an idea.

That night I wanted to leave another gift for Ali. I masturbated in my panties. I wanted to get them nice and wet for him. After I came, I went to the bathroom similar to the other night and left my panties in plain view on the bathroom floor.

I went back to my room and I was listening for his movements. I had left the door open ever so slightly so that I could see any movements. He waited around 45 minutes, possibly waiting for me to go to sleep. He then went to the bathroom. I saw him re-appear and he had his fist clenched as he was clutching my panties. I was getting so turned on at the thought of what he would be doing with my panties.

I listened to him in his room and he was not sleeping. His breathing was heavy. I imagined him stroking my panties over his cock. It turned me on so much the thought of my panties being his source of pleasure. I wore boring panties that were designed purely for comfort and found it difficult to understand why it would turn him on so much.

I was going crazy as I tried to listen to him. I was massaging my breasts through my clothes and started pinching my nipples. I was so turned on.

I had one hand on my breast and the other rubbing my clit. I was getting so close. All of a sudden I heard him groan and I knew he came. I was hoping it was on my panties again. I came hard and my body tightened as I squirted.

The next morning I felt a closeness to Ali as we had shared a climactic experience unbeknownst to him.

I found my panties covered in his cum in the washing basket again. I could not contain myself and licked his dried cum from my panties.

At work, Michael let me know about my promotion to the head of sales. I was overjoyed and I went to see Ali to let him know the good news. When I got to his office I could hear Becky giggling inside. This immediately soured my mood. I then heard him say, “…you could be a model.”

That infuriated me and I left without entering. The news got around the office about my promotion.

When I got home Ali seemed happy for me but I was annoyed at him after hearing him and Becky. He had got me a present and he handed it to me. I opened it and it was lingerie. I immediately saw red after his exchange with Becky I could not believe he thought it was ok to buy me this. It was a reflex motion and I slapped him, “You cannot buy me this type of thing.”

I could see that he was clearly hurt and upset. Tears were forming in his eyes. He was unable to look at me and went to his room.

I felt guilty about hurting him and I had let my jealousy over Becky get the better of me. I knew the difficult relationship he had with his father and not having a mother around. I felt terrible about how I had hurt him. I went to his room door and I could hear him sobbing.

I was about to knock but then something stopped me. I went back to the lingerie and picked it up. He had bought a black thong. I never wore thongs; I found them to be uncomfortable. I always opted for comfortable panties. I liked that it was made of lace. The rest of it was a strange design but after inspecting it I realized it went around my neck and a strap covered each breast. It was backless. It also came with hold up stockings.

I wanted to make it up to Ali so I changed into lingerie. The straps barely contained my breasts and it looked so slutty. If I had thought I was teasing Ali before, I now knew how he wanted to see me.

I went to his room and knocked. He did not answer and I could hear him sobbing. I opened the door and entered.

He was facing away from the door and curled up in the bed. I went to the bed and joined him. I tried putting a hand on his shoulder but he recoiled. I then said, “I am sorry. I did not mean to slap or shout at you. I am sorry. I want to make it up to you. Look at me.”

I put my arm on his shoulder and he began to calm down. I turned him to face me. He could see I was wearing the outfit and he immediately buried his face into my breasts. I held his head in my breasts and he stopped sobbing.

I ran my fingers through his hair as I nuzzled him against my breasts. My breasts were practically exposed in this outfit and the straps only offered slight protection to my nipples but they could be easily pushed to the side and my breasts completely exposed.

I said, “I am sorry about what I did. I over-reacted and I did not want to upset you. Do you forgive me?”

He nodded his head.

I asked, “thank you. What made you buy me this gift?”

He mumbled in to my breasts, “you always dress so beautiful and I wanted to buy you something that would bring out your beauty.”

I just could not forget about Becky and what he said, “But why did you say Becky could be a model.”

He pulled away slightly and looked at me, “you heard that.”

I nodded and he said, “I don’t know what she said to you. But she was in my office and would not leave. She was talking about how she wanted to be a model and I just said she could be so she would leave me alone. I did not mean anything by it. Is this why you were angry with me?”

I buried his head back into my breasts almost suffocating him, “I am sorry I was angry. It was a nice thought to buy these for me. Do they look nice as nice as you imagined?”

He nodded affirmatively. His body was pressed up against mine and I could feel his erection against my mound through my thong. He was still wearing his traditional pajamas.

I said, “Do you like this thong? (He nodded) I normally don’t wear thongs but I did for you. Do you want to feel it from the back?”

He nodded strongly. I held his hand and guided him behind me. He could feel my exposed ass as the string thong covered very little. I let go and let him explore. He initially began feeling the outline of the thong and ran his fingers down the crevices of my cheeks. But as I did not stop him he became bolder.

I moved my hand to his pajamas and loosened the knot. I pushed his pajamas and boxers down and exposed his cock. I then pressed it against my thong covered mound.

I whispered into his ear, “Do you like the feel of this thong?”

He nodded again and mumbled into my breasts. He was gyrating his hips, rubbing against my thong.

I grabbed hold of his cock and began spreading the precum along the shaft and around the head. I was pressing it against my mound. It felt so good and my body was on fire.

I let go of his head and moved the straps on my breasts to the side so they were fully exposed to him and I pushed his head back in, “baby, please feed on mama.”

He took his cue and took a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. It was painful but it also gave a lot of pleasure. It felt amazing having someone so eager with me.

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Sandra,

I see the photo of you in the black dress and I imagine myself standing behind you. I reach around you and take the glass from your hands, offering it to your lips before taking a sip myself and placing the glass just out of reach.

I run my hands up over your breasts, feeling the silkiness of the material over the twin swellings as I tease your nipples gently through the cloth bringing them to hard points of desire, hearing your breath starting to catch in your throat at the sensation.

You lean your head back and I can smell the scent of your hair as I start to gently nibble your neck and throat. Pulling gently away for a brief moment I take hold of the zip at the back of your dress and pull it down in one firm movement, slipping it from your shoulders onto the floor. I can see the curves of your back as they blend into your trim waist and swell out again over your firm buttocks and thighs. The dress has slipped easily down as you are wearing no knickers and the only item of clothing I see as my eyes devour your body on their downward journey are your lacy stockings. Nothing else interrupts my view.

Urgent for the feel gaziantep escort of skin on skin I reach down and roll each of your stockings off. Letting one lay still on the floor the other I take in my hand and caress it over your firm body on a journey upward over your firm thighs, lightly brushing through the trimmed v shape between them, upward again over the gentle curve of your belly. The feel of the lace fabric causes you to inhale deeply as the stocking runs over your erect nipples on its journey to arrive as a blindfold around your eyes. Tied gently at the back of your head, with your hair still cascading around your shoulders I ask you to turn around. Peering through the lace blindfold all you see is a hazy impression of my standing in front of you, not sure what I look like but the mystery adds to the excitement of the encounter.

Picking up the second stocking from the floor I pass this between your slightly parted legs, holding one end to the front of you and the other behind you. The lace of the stocking sits tight against your now moist lips as I stand up holding each end of the stocking. Your juices help to lubricate the fabric and I move my hands back and forth , the stocking slipping gently between your moistened lips. When the stocking can reach no higher, nor absorb any more fluids, I reach down, placing my hand across your aroused delta and gently squeeze your outer lips together, you feel the slight harshness of the fabric moving against your inner lips and clit. Holding the stocking tight up into your crease I draw the complete length of the stocking forwards, upwards and out of your lips and over your clit, the motion not ceasing until the stocking is at face level and you can smell the sharp aroma of your arousal in your nostrils.

Dropping to your knees you start to unzip me, releasing me into the warmth of your mouth. As I feel your lips slide over the head and your tongue probing the eye I have to withdraw with a shudder lest the encounter end too soon. Pouting you pull back and try to tempt me further by laying down with your legs slightly parted. I can see the wetness of your desire glistening and am impatient to savour you further. Your hands reach up , inviting me inside, but instead I kneel and plant a row of light kisses from your nipples travelling down your smooth belly coming to rest between your legs. My tongue snakes out and takes a first tentative taste of you. Liking what it finds it probes deeper, tasting insides and running gently up and down between your lips, lapping at you.

As your movements become more urgent I start to caress up between your lips and, with a regular action, start to pay attention to the little aroused button nestling at the top of the crease. With steady licking you respond by holding my head deeper into your crotch whilst grinding your hips. I keep my tongue running around your most secret parts, faster and faster, matching the rhythm of my lapping with that of your hips until suddenly I feel you whole body stiffen. Knowing the moment is upon you I flick my tongue once more, twice more, your whole body relaxes in time with the small cry that passes your lips.

I kiss my way back up your body until, like hand in glove, we fit together, deep inside in warmth and wetness I start to move. The memory of your tongue upon my erect head still at the front of my mind I move back and forth, more urgent each stroke, wishing to join you in the warm glow. Another thrust and there, I spill into you, knowing that this shall be the first of many unions.

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[Thanks to SB for cultural consultation and exegesis of all things tea.]

N.B. The misspelling of ‘exegesis’ as ‘exigesis’ in the original post was entirely the fault of the author. The draft sent to SB prior to submission did not contain the above notation. Thanks to the anonymous reader who found the error!

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“Another pint?”

Pen glanced at her beer. About a third of the dark brew remained. “I’m ok for now,” adding, “but if you’re going … some water, maybe?”

“Right back,” he said. She watched as he turned and made his way to the bar. He had the most in-fucking-credible ass. It was so stunning she didn’t even feel self-conscious about staring; how could anyone not? Some sights just grab hold of the eyes and won’t let go no matter what.

When his backside became obscured by the other patrons, she sat back, scanning the room. Her ear was becoming more attuned to regional accents every day, but she still couldn’t identify most of the local dialects she heard. She closed her eyes and stopped trying to sort through them; let them flow around and into her like a Philip Glass composition.

“Bit early to be falling asleep where you sit,” Morgan teased her. Opening her eyes, she gave him a look. “Shut up.”

He set her water on the table. Instead of resuming his seat across from her, he pulled the chair around in front of the bench she sat on. “Slide over. This way,” he said, motioning to her, so she moved from behind the table, raising her eyebrows at him.

Setting the chair down directly in front of her, he sat. Put his hands on her knees, scooting the chair forward until his legs were between hers. One hand slid from her knee to rest atop her thigh; the other brushed the hair away from her face, his fingers moving gently behind her ear.

Her eyes were riveted on his face, his fingers rubbing along the line where her hair began, caressing her ear down to the lobe. More of his weight on the hand at her thigh as he leaned in, pulling her toward him.

Warmth. Firm, yet soft. Lips moving slowly on hers. Closer. One finger lightly down the back of her neck, reaching beneath her collar. The tip of his tongue touching inside her lip telling her that she’d opened her mouth to him. Oh. The hand on her thigh spreading out, his thumb on the inner seam of her jeans. Her own hand came up in check, instead found its way to his upper arm, settled there, feeling the muscles bunch and relax, bunch and relax, beneath the heavy cotton jersey. Determined softness came seeking between her teeth, finding her, sure, unhurried, stroking her response from her as her back arched and her fingers clutched for an instant before she stopped them and his mouth still exploring her all through a leisurely, lingering retreat, hands still holding her as they parted.

“Oh…” her voice going deep and dark, “You are… really… good at that.”

“Likewise,” the pair of them, suspended in each other’s gaze, unmoving. Except for his thumb, the pad still brushing the seam of her jeans, infinitesimal circles gaining minute ground, almost imperceptibly, transforming her bones and muscles cell by cell into shimmering liquid. She swallowed. Covered his hand with hers.

Something needed to be said. Right now.

“Morgan.” She took a deep breath. Lifted his hand and held it. She couldn’t possibly string together a coherent thought while he was touching her that way; but she wasn’t nearly so far gone as to let this proceed without making herself clear.

He didn’t try to resist her movements; waiting, he watched her.

She smiled at him, more openly now; with a colossal effort, she scooted back behind the corner of the table, turning her body so she was still facing him straight on.

“That may well be the most amazing first kiss I’ve ever shared with a man. Well done, you.”

He cocked his head. “Yes?”

“Yes.”

“And…?”

“And… ok.” She leaned her elbow on the table. “I am having a really, really good time here. If the evening ended right now, it would go in my mental scrapbook as something to remember. That kiss was particularly spectacular, but it’s all been terrific.”

Morgan shifted his chair nearer the corner of the table. “All right.”

“Here’s the thing.” She thought for a moment. “Please don’t misunderstand me. I think I’m cute as a button, and sexy as hell. I’d do me in a New York minute. But I also know that everyone’s different, and people have different tastes, and that’s great. Diversity makes the world go ’round. So, when I… when the total package of me… is not what happens to trip someone’s switch, I don’t take that personally.”

His eyes narrowed. “What’s this about?”

“I’m just saying–Look. You’re an athlete, and we’ve never talked about it explicitly, but I gather from… everything… that you’re attracted to athletic women. Which I’m not. I’ve lived a relatively sedentary life for the last decade. So it’s ok if this… package… doesn’t do it for you. I don’t take that as gaziantep escort condemnation, it doesn’t damage my self-esteem.”

She placed both her hands flat on the table. “What will hurt my feelings, though–Morgan?–is if we get entangled in something physical and you’re just settling. For me. Or imagining you’re doing me a favor.” She looked him in the eye. “That’s not a good way for me to feel, and I deserve better. So let’s… take a breath, here. There’s nothing that has to happen. Ok?”

He pursed his lips. Seemed to consider for a moment. “Are you not attracted to me?”

“Me? I’m totally attracted to you. I don’t kiss back like that if I’m not.”

“But you think I do?” his tone sharp, his eyes beginning to turn hard.

“Whoa! Whoa, slow down there, mister. I’m not saying that. I’m just”

“‘Just’ shut it.” His hands gripped her arms. “Let me enlighten you, sweet Pen,” biting off his words at the edge. “I’ve been sitting here for the last hour, chatting and laughing, trying to match your lightning wit, handicapped by the fact that all the blood that should to be going to my brain has been diverted to my roaring erection.” His chin came forward. “Keeping up with the conversation, distracted by the overwhelming urge to take you right here and fuck you senseless, only I don’t dare let on because I think if I did you’d leap up and run out the door as fast and as far as you can.”

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. He went on. “The more I look at you the harder I get, and I can’t look away. That’s the evening I’ve been having, and oh yes, I’ve also been having ‘a really, really good time,’ as you call it, but it’s not been easy. And you… good god, your mouth…”

His voice suddenly became much quieter. “Now you benevolently condescend to grant me permission to not want you? Keep your kindness; that ship has sailed.”

The seconds ticked by; the clap and clatter of the pub jogged on. It sounded strangely far away. She became aware that her chin was hanging loose and useless; she closed her lips together.

“Ok,” she finally managed. “Well … ok then.”

He continued to glare. She shifted her eyes to locate her glass; wrapping both hands around it, she took a good slow draft of warm beer.

Focusing on her beverage, she saw him lean slowly back in his chair. He ran one hand over the back of his head. Looking up, she gave him a wry smile, shrugging.

Morgan squinted at her. “May we consider that question dispensed with?”

“Ah. Yes. I believe you’ve thoroughly dispatched the subject.”

“Thank Christ.” She watched as he authoritatively downed the rest of his pint in three impressively long swallows.

“Wow. At that rate, you’ll be ready for another by the time I get back with it.” She started to rise. His hand on her shoulder stopped her.

“Stay.” He stood. “Don’t move. Understand?”

The molten shimmering escalated in a hot rush. Rallying, she produced a smirk. “Ok, boss,” trying for playful and nonchalant, as though she were just humoring him, really, as though she actually could have managed to stand at that point without her knees folding like paper. “A half for me, please.”

Again, she enjoyed the view for as long as it lasted before wistfully allowing her attention to fall away. She attempted discreetly listening to the conversation at the next table, but she couldn’t follow it. With gratitude, she spotted the water he’d brought her earlier. She had to use both hands, as she’d done with the beer. Willed them to stop shaking. She knew it wasn’t fear doing this to her; still, she very much did not want him to see it.

“We could try putting a rubber nipple on that,” his voice startling her. Dammit!

“Don’t say ‘nipple’ to me, you lunatic, I’m barely maintaining control as it is.” When you’re busted, go for bravado, she told herself. “The last thing I need is to get arrested for public indecency. You lot probably still stone women like me.”

“We lot have a number of things we like to do with a woman such as you. Stoning isn’t one of them.”

“Great. Thanks. That’s comforting,” as she took the fresh half-pint from him. She held up the glass. “Cheers.”

“Saor Alba,” touching his glass to hers.

“Not right here in front of God and everybody,” she shot back. He laughed. Said nothing, his eyes bright.

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Hang on. What did you just say to me?”

“Never mind. I like whatever’s going on in your brain better.”

“Tell me.”

“Mmmm… not right here before God and everyone.”

“You are a terrible, terrible man.”

“Ah, Penelope.” A shameless, devastating grin. “You have no idea.”

She thought of coming back with, “Perishing to find out,” but couldn’t quite muster up the moxy. Which was irritating.

Then, the bastard had the gall to wink at her. Chortling silently into his beer. She was seized with a sudden intense longing to give him a good smack. To make things utterly perfect, she could feel her face flushing hot. She couldn’t look at him now. Oh, piss-balls-crap. “Fuck you,” she muttered.

“Don’t know what you’re up in a twist about. That blush of yours,” he leaned closer, “is making my situation monumentally…” drawing out the pause. If he said hard, she’d dump this beer in his lap.

“… challenging,” he finished. Grinning again. She could swear she felt her palm itch.

Just in time, his grin softened and he leaned his crossed arms on the tabletop, his face below hers. Tilting his head to look up at her, he asked, “So tell me: what was your favorite thing in Newcastle?”

The shifting gears in her brain ground a little, but the relief she felt made up for it. “I didn’t actually get around to see much,” she told him. “The schedule was packed full every day. I had a long meeting this morning before I drove here.” He nodded, encouraging her to go on. “The conference was excellent. The grounds were gorgeous. What would you recommend, when I go back?”

He had a fair few thoughts to share about that. The shakiness hadn’t completely departed, but it had grown manageable. The desire to slap him receded. They got through their beers.

An inoffensive lull graced them with its presence.

She drank some more water. Looked around.

“Which way’s the toilet?” He pointed, standing when she did. Pen wove her way around and through clumps of friends talking about the sorts of things people talk about in bars. She remembered meeting him for the first time, nearly a year ago, in a friend’s kitchen back in San Francisco; one of those casual gatherings where people brought someone along because they happened to be around. He’d come with Eric, he said, and they spent the bulk of the evening locked in a deep discussion that started with the Maine Coon cat sitting on the counter–whose ears Morgan was assiduously scratching–and wound up at John Ball and the Peasants’ Revolt, which Pen thought made a good name for a band. They exchanged email addresses.

When she emerged from the dim little room, Morgan was there holding her jacket. She hesitated before turning around, allowing him to help her into it. Facing him again, he reached down to fasten the zipper, drawing it up to the top.

Wordlessly, he took her hand. He led her back through the throng and then they were outside, the sharp wet wind tangling her hair.

His fingers behind her neck, thumb running lightly over her pulse to her collarbone.

“Come with me?”

She nodded. Made herself use her words. “Yes.”

His place was quite close by, and it was tiny. Like, New York City tiny. Neat. Efficiently laid out. He took her coat, hung it by the front door along with his, and they both paused to get out of their boots. His hand at the small of her back, guiding her into the room, made her breath catch. She felt a wave of heat wash down her legs and up her spine, coming to full bloom in her face. She rolled her neck, trying to relax.

He switched on a light in the compact, seaworthy kitchen as they passed it. Pen set her bag down on a broad, hardwood countertop between kitchen and living area. Studiously avoided looking at the big sleigh bed in the corner.

Morgan’s eyes crinkled a bit, though he wisely refrained from grinning in her face. “You’re unusually silent. You all right?”

“Of course. I like your flat. How long have you been here?”

He looked around. Funny, how people always do that, she thought. Ask them a question and they look around as if needing to reacquaint themselves with a place they could navigate in the pitch dark. “Seventeen… nearly eighteen years. It suits.”

“Nice.”

“Thanks.” He allowed himself a smile, which she returned.

She touched her purse. “Is this ok, here?”

“It’s fine. Are you cold?”

Pen shook her head. “I’m good. The wind’s brisk, isn’t it? But that’s a good jacket. Bought it in a consignment shop in Oregon a few years ago, brand new, thirty-five bucks, it’s saved my life over here. People always talk about how cold it is, Americans do anyway, they go on and on about the chill that gets in your bones and never leaves, but that jacket’s really stood up.” She wondered what the hell she was yapping on about. “Sorry. Was I supposed to say, ‘yes, I’m freezing, warm me up would you’? Give it to me again.”

“No. Your hands are shaking.”

“Oh.” She hugged herself, fingers under her arms. “That.” Damn him, the heat in her face had just begun to fade. Now it returned. “It’ll pass. Ignore it.”

“No, I don’t think I will,” his tone arch as he moved away from her into the kitchen. He filled a kettle at the tap and plugged it in. She watched his economical movements, forgetting for once to admire his sculpted butt, her eyes drawn to his hands as they retrieved spoons from a drawer, milk from the fridge, a porcelain teapot from a shelf on the wall.

Pen found herself observing the ritual with as much fascination as she would an aboriginal rite-of-passage. Morgan poured a little boiling water into the pot, swirling it around a few times before dumping it in the sink; deftly measured out the loose tea and filled the pot. He reached behind him to the shelf for the lid and carefully placed it on top. Without looking at her, he asked, “Milk?”

Jolted from her anthropological study, she scrambled to reply. “Yes. Please.”

Into one of the mugs went a precise measure of milk before the bottle was returned to the icebox. He turned toward her. “Something to eat?”

“No, thanks. I’m not hungry.”

“Sure?”

“No,” she repeated, surprised. “I mean yes, I’m sure.” He lifted one eyebrow, but did not argue. She sat down on one of the two high-backed stools on the room-side of the counter. Pressed her hands together between her knees.

They waited in the oddly not-uncomfortable silence for the tea to brew.

There was no inquiry about sugar, and when she saw the enormous spoonfuls he was putting in her mug she protested. Ignoring her, he added another, stirring it before putting it down in front of her.

“I’m expected to drink that?”

“Yes. Until your hands steady up, you’ll take it good and sweet.”

“I will, huh?”

Rounding the counter to take the stool next to her, he shook his head. “You might want to save some of that stubborn for later. Don’t spend it all up front.”

“Excuse me?”

He blew across the top of his mug. “Sweet Pen, there may be things tonight that you object to more than sugared tea. Just drink it.”

Using the spoon he’d left in the mug to gently agitate the steaming liquid, she waited for it to cool enough to not scald her mouth, concentrating on this small task so she wouldn’t have to think about what he’d said. She gravely doubted the efficacy of the sugar, but having something to do with her hands helped.

“Penelope.”

“Hm.”

“I’m teasing you. Stop looking so stricken.”

She froze briefly before a laugh broke from her. “Bastard.”

“Perhaps. But I’m ever so handsome. Please do drink it. You’ll feel better, I promise.”

“I feel fine,” she muttered rebelliously, but she took a sip. He watched her relentlessly until she sighed and gulped the stuff, trying not to taste it, wincing as it seared her tongue despite her efforts. Morgan returned to his cup, clearly enjoying his own unbesmirched beverage, and suddenly she’d had enough. She didn’t know whether he was honestly trying to be considerate or trying to drive her crazy, but either way, she’d had enough.

Sliding off her stool to stand between his legs, she took his face in her hands and kissed him. She heard his mug bang down on the counter and then he was on his feet, running his tongue over hers, one hand fisting in her hair as he asserted control… oh, no, you don’t, she thought, dropping a hand to work up beneath his shirt, hearing his involuntary gasp with extreme satisfaction as her cold fingers touched the bare flesh over his ribs.

He straightened, withdrawing his mouth from her, out of reach. She found his nipple with her fingertips, dragging a short nail across it, biting his chest gently through his shirt, running her other hand around him to finally palm the ass she’d been admiring for hours, feeling the muscles ripple. She bit harder, searching for his other nipple through the heavy fabric, pushing him back and he let her, let her advance on him until his back was to the wall and both hands on him under his shirt now, spreading, touching as much of his skin as she could with every single bit of her hands, gods he was so warm and live she was ravenous for him pushing his shirt up so she could open her mouth on that flesh and he was helping her, pulling the jersey over his head to fling it away, groaning “rrrrggghh” the hardened tender point engulfed by her tongue, “god yes that’s good” his voice rough and soft like sueded leather, hands at her back under her blouse, fingers stroking up her spine, releasing her bra, sinking into working muscle, urging her closer.

She felt his thigh between her legs as he braced one foot flat against the wall, lifting her slightly, weight on her toes and her crotch straddling the broad hard muscle of his quadriceps rising and she just managed to keep her toes touching the floor, balance gone, knew herself falling but for his hands now gripping her hips and pulling her tight to him, one arm like iron at the small of her back and the other hand running into her hair, pulling her head to the side, her teeth finding his shoulder as his mouth sought her out, finding the sweet defenseless curve, just there…

Held up still from below and above and behind, clutching at him, his voice rumbling softly, running into her and down and she was drowning, drowning in that voice saying, what? she could understand maybe one word in ten, he was speaking and she was drowning and afraid because she wanted to drown, even when he bit into the flesh of her throat she could hear that soft dark rumble coming from him, words she didn’t know flowing around them as tongue and teeth searing, taking, tenderizing everything that held her together.

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The last few weeks have been a test of perseverance – too many tough days at work and too many projects to do at home. There has been stress and many challenges. While things with Cindy and I have not been strained, there hasn’t been much time for fun or relaxation. Because of this, I jumped at the chance for a night out.

The occasion was a “going away” party for one of Cindy’s co-workers. Cindy invited me to join her co-workers as they prepared a fitting send off for Gwynn. While I was reluctant to mingle with the work crowd, I was anxious for some down time with Cindy. I assumed we would spend some time at the party, and then head out so that we could have some time alone.

Charlie’s was the local watering hole near Cindy’s office. It was always busy and was the usual spot for office gatherings. It was perfect for Gwynn’s send off. I arrived about 6:15pm and there were at least twenty people from the office there. I grabbed a drink and sat down next to Cindy.

The party was a great excuse for a night out, but my expectations were fairly simple – a few drinks, a quiet dinner with Cindy, and hopefully an evening of sex to make up for missed nights the last few weeks. I had no plans to be there more than an hour or so.

It wasn’t long before I ordered a second drink. While the plan was to politely duck out with Cindy and find a quiet restaurant for a romantic dinner, Cindy was having a great time. She obviously was not ready to leave.

By 9pm, the crowd had dwindled to the last few stragglers. The boss had closed out the tab and said his goodbyes, but the party was not over. Gwynn was sitting next to Cindy and the drinks were still flowing. They were laughing and giggling like school girls.

In no time at all, the remaining revelers left, wishing Gwynn the best of luck. I found myself sitting with Gwynn on one side and Cindy on the other. Gwynn was definitely a hot looking young lady. She had short dark brown hair, ample tits, and a nice ass. She was dressed for success in a tight blouse and a short skirt. I was not the only one that noticed her that night, but every guy that approached got the cold shoulder.

I needed to visit the men’s room to take a leak. I took my time, knowing that Cindy and Gwynn were chatting up a storm. As I exited the men’s room, I could see that Gwynn had changed seats. She was now sitting very close to Cindy. As I approached the table, I noticed that Gwynn’s hand was on Cindy’s thigh. Innocent? I’m not sure.

Time seemed to stand still as the conversation continued. It was just the three of us, but you would have thought I was not even there. The more they chatted, the more Gwynn moved closer to Cindy. There was nothing sinister, but it was far from innocent. As the waitress brought the next round of drinks, Gwynn reached across the table brushing up against Cindy’s tits. They both just looked at each other and then started laughing.

Gwynn decided to excuse herself to the ladies room.

“Are you coming to?” she asked Cindy.

“No, I’m fine” was Cindy’s reply, ignoring Gwynn’s obvious plea.

With that, Gwynn disappeared. I decided to quiz Cindy who by now was feeling quite fine with the alcohol.

“So, what’s the deal with Gwynn?”

“What do you mean?” Cindy replied.

“Where is her boyfriend?” I inquired.

“No boyfriend.” Cindy quipped. “She’s a lesbian, or at least that is what I have heard.”

I about fell over. Now all the subtle little signs made sense to me. Cindy seemed oblivious, or maybe the signs were hidden behind the drinks. Gwynn returned and sat down close to Cindy, their thighs now pressing together. Gwynn plopped her head on Cindy’s shoulder and exclaimed “I am really going to miss this place when I am gone.”

The conversation headed back to small talk. We ordered another round of drinks. This time Cindy had to use the ladies room. Gwynn was ready to follow her, but I managed to distract her.

“So, Gwynn, all these hot young men here and you haven’t danced with a single one.”

She shot back “I am having too much fun with you and Cindy and besides, I am moving to the south, so who needs a commitment like that?”

With some careful thought, I followed what I believed was her obvious lead.

“Well, it is a shame you are moving, but the fun doesn’t have to end here.”

Gwynn stared at me with the most inquisitive look. She was speechless, but clearly wanted to know more. I leaned in close to Gwynn and whispered in her ear.

“I think you want to fuck my wife!”

Gwynn pulled back and look me directly in the eyes for what seemed like an eternity. She wanted to deny it, but her face said “caught me!” She raised her index finger to her mouth as if to say “shhhhh!” Then she smiled the most wry little smirk and winked at me. Game on!

“And what makes you think I would play along?” I asked her.

“Your love for Cindy is obvious and I know from talking with her that you have a strong marriage, so as much as I would enjoy being with her, I have no gaziantep escort doubt you already have plans for the evening.”

My mind was racing with the possibilities. Cindy and I have talked in the past about someone joining us, and I had already let her experience another man on our trip to Vegas, but would this push things too far? Or would she cherish the experience?

Before I could answer my own question, Cindy was back. Gwynn looked at Cindy and then stared at me, but I was speechless. My mind was racing. The most I could do was muster a wink back at Gwynn. My silent approval brought a smile to her face. I asked the waitress to bring me the check.

We finished our last round of drinks. I could not help but notice how much Gwynn was nestling up to Cindy, brushing up against her, casually rubbing her arm, playing with her hair, etc. On one hand, I was worried, but down below I was hard as a rock and ready for more.

As I paid the check, I wrote a note on the back of my receipt.

“Gwynn, I will talk to Cindy about tonight. The address is below. If the porch light is on, you may join us. If not, it means that Cindy said no. Please respect that.”

I casually reached behind Cindy and passed the note to Gwynn. Gwynn read my note, looked at me, and then smiled. With that, she decided to excuse herself. She hugged Cindy good night and as she turned from the table she dropped her keys on the floor. I got my first glimpse of what was to take place when she bent over to retrieve her keys. As her skirt lifted, she managed to give Cindy and me a great view of her sweet little ass and her pink lace panties. I glanced quickly at Cindy who was mesmerized and could not take her eyes off Gwynn.

Slowly, I leaned into Cindy and offered her a kiss. “I thought she would never leave.”

Cindy replied “It is a shame she is moving. I really enjoyed tonight.”

I turned to her and asked “how about we head home because I have been thinking about you all day?”

Cindy finished her drink and we headed to the car. I had no idea how to approach the subject of Gwynn. I was nervous. It seemed clear to me that we were heading home to have sex, but Gwynn joining us was a different subject.

I decided to test the waters with Cindy. As we drove towards home, I put my hand on Cindy’s thigh. She shifted in the seat to move closer to me. As we got closer to home, I slid my hand up her leg, eventually sliding under her skirt moving ever so close to her crotch. Cindy closed her eyes and put her head back. She offered no signs that I was to stop.

We were forced to stop when the traffic light turned red. Cindy leaned across the seat to kiss me. As she did, she put her hand on my crotch. It was firm and I am sure she could tell I was excited.

“Tonight was a lot of fun.” she said. “I am glad you decided to join us.”

“It’s not over yet.” I mumbled. Cindy smiled at me.

The light turned green, but I had my sign. I decided that the secret rendezvous would simply increase the pleasure.

When we got home, I hugged Cindy and followed with a kiss.

“How about I meet you up in the bedroom?”

She whispered in my ear “I would like that” and with a final kiss she headed upstairs.

“Just give me a minute to lock up.” I said to her.

So, I put the porch light on and scribbled a quick note which I pinned to the unlocked door.

“Gwynn, the door is unlocked but you must be silent. I want this to be a surprise. The bedroom is upstairs. The door will be cracked for you.”

With that, I made a beeline for the bedroom. Cindy was laying naked waiting for me. After a quick trip to the bathroom to freshen up, I dove into her arms.

We kissed passionately for several minutes. Cindy was hot and ready to go. After kissing her hard, I whispered in her ear “You are so sexy and every minute tonight made me want you more!” I reached down and rubbed my hand gently across her pussy. She froze as if to say “take me – do what you want with me – tonight I am all yours.”

My cock was already stiff, but I knew the night was early. The tough part was wondering if Gwynn was on her way, or if the plans had changed. I spent the next few minutes kissing and playing with Cindy’s tits. Cindy was clearly eager for more. I worked my way south, kissing my way down her belly. Cindy lay motionless, her right hand stroking lightly from my back down to my ass.

“That feels so good.” she said.

I kneeled next to her, shifting my attention to her pussy. With my right hand, I slipped a finger across her pussy lips. She twitched. As I repeated my stroke, I could hear her licking her lips. Her breaths grew deeper and more desperate. She never said a word.

I slowly worked my finger deeper. With each stroke, I would drag my finger across her lips. Cindy was beginning to squirm. She enjoyed our foreplay, but I think she was ready for more. Just then, I saw the door open ever so slowly. It was Gwynn. Oh my God.

She entered the bedroom silently and stood at the door. I gave her the “Shhhhh!” as I continued to stroke Cindy. With her eyes closed and her pussy on fire, she never saw Gwynn come into the room.

I winked at Gwynn and then shifted so that I could lick Cindy’s pussy. With my knees near her head in a sort of sixty nine position, I bent down and started to lick and suck her clit. Cindy started to moan. Gwynn got undressed.

“Oh that feels so good!” Cindy said to me.

I looked up at Gwynn to see what she was doing. She had moved to the chair in the corner. She was playing with her tits and the site of me licking Cindy was obviously making her hot.

I rolled off the bed and positioned myself between Cindy’s legs. I started licking her pussy. Long strokes with my tongue had Cindy wanting more. Her pussy was wet and tasted so good.

“Ooooh. I love you so much. Please don’t stop!”

I decided to finger her pussy with long light strokes so I could look up. While Cindy had her eyes closed and was relishing the intense burning feeling in her pussy, I looked over at Gwynn who was now fingering herself. I almost blew my cover. Somehow I managed to get her attention without distracting Cindy.

I pointed to Gwynn and then pointed to Cindy’s pussy. Then I motioned “Shhhhh!”

Without uttering a single sound, the plan to give Cindy the best pussy licking of her life was in full motion with no way to stop. I licked Cindy’s pussy several more times savoring her sweet juice. Her pussy was soaking wet. Cindy was oblivious to anything but the fire in her crotch and the sensation of my tongue.

I felt this hand on my leg. It was Gwynn motioning to me that it was her turn. I pulled back from Cindy and climbed off the bed. Cindy never suspected a thing. Like a cat, Gwynn climbed in between Cindy’s legs and picked up where I left off.

Cindy moaned again. “Ohhhh, keep going!”

With that, Gwynn and I had switched places. I sat naked in the chair admiring Cindy’s first experience with another woman. I could not help but play with my cock. I watched Gwynn who was so gentle and so soft and so focused on Cindy’s needs. And I stared at Cindy who was completely lost in the moment, squirming from the electricity deep inside of her.

Gwynn was amazing, fucking my wife with her tongue, and adding her fingers to heighten the pleasure. Her pace was remarkable bringing Cindy to the verge and then gently backing off to prolong the ecstasy. For the next fifteen minutes, Gwynn licked and Cindy squirmed with delight. I was in awe as I sat and played with myself.

Cindy’s breathing grew more shallow as the anticipation of a shuddering orgasm started to consume her. I started to panic. How would I explain this? How would Cindy react? I decided it was now or never, so I got up from the chair and moved to the corner of the bed, standing near Cindy. Gwynn spied me but never stopped.

As Gwynn continued her full attention on Cindy’s pussy, I gently reached over and put my hand on Cindy’s breast. I squeezed ever so softly, taking her full breast in my hand. With that, Cindy paused. Her breathing stopped, the moment frozen in time in her mind. She was confused. “Who’s there?” she thought. She opened her eyes to see me kneeling next to her. And then her eyes closed and she gasped. Gwynn put two fingers deep in her pussy and Cindy instantly was back into the moment. She simply could not gain focus with Gwynn working on her pussy the way she was. All she knew was that there were now two people giving her their full attention, and that she had never felt this good.

For the next thirty seconds, she barely took a breath. I could almost hear her mind trying to figure this out. I looked at Gwynn, and she looked at me. I squeezed Cindy’s nipple. Gwynn kept licking.

I moved my mouth to encircle Cindy’s rock hard nipple. I gently flicked my tongue across the nipple, playing as if it was her clit. I imagined myself totally in control of her next orgasm. My tongue danced circles around and across her sensitive nipples, coaxing her body to a new level of pleasure. Gwynn must have been doing the same with her pussy.

“Oh God!” Cindy screamed. “Yesssss!”

With that, I knew Cindy had moved on. If she had any concerns about why two people were fucking her, she was too consumed to worry about it now. Her breathing grew heavy but short. Every breath came a little quicker. Her hips wriggled. As I focused on one nipple, she played with the other as if it would prevent the inevitable. My dick was so hard I could not stop stroking myself.

“Oh please!” Cindy screamed “Oh my god!”

Gwynn knew it was time to finish what I had started. Cindy’s head rolled back and she stopped breathing, fighting back the intense convulsions building inside her. And then she exploded. Her moan told me how good the orgasm was. She went on for more than thirty seconds. I shot my load everywhere.

It was a very intense orgasm and Cindy was spent. She was too exhilarated to process what just happened. She lay completely still. It was the most intense orgasm of her life. She knew something was different, but she struggled to process what had just happened. The pause seemed to last for minutes as we all waited.

Cindy lay still doing her best to recover to a point where she could function. Gwynn made the first move. She started with a gentle kiss on Cindy’s thigh. Cindy acknowledged with a subtle little whimper of joy.

Gwynn pushed on, kissing her way up Cindy’s naked body. I decided to move to the chair so I could watch. Gwynn gently moved to Cindy’s little landing strip, making sure to avoid her clit which was far too sensitive to be licked again. Then she kissed her belly. Then she found one of her tits and suckled on that. Cindy could do nothing but lay there. Gwynn pushed on, kissing Cindy’s neck. Finally she whispered to Cindy “You don’t know how long I have wanted to do that!”

With that, Cindy opened her eyes. She was speechless staring into Gwynn’s brown eyes. They paused for an eternity, staring at each other. Gwynn smiled. Cindy just stared while processing what had just happened. Gwynn moved in and kissed Cindy on the lips. The first kiss was just a peck. The second kiss was more intense. Their lips locked in a passionate embrace. Any inhibitions from Cindy disappeared as they kissed long and hard.

Gwynn pulled back and looked deeply into Cindy’s eyes.

“You have always made my pussy wet” Gwynn said. They kissed again.

Then Cindy paused as if reality had just crashed the party. I knew what she was thinking. Gwynn paused long enough for Cindy to look around. She found what she was looking for – me. I was sitting in the chair stroking my cock again. That signaled my approval.

“I cannot believe I finally got this chance!” Gwynn said. “You are so fucking hot. I used to finger myself at night thinking about you”.

With that, Gwynn kissed her passionately. Cindy kissed her back. As Gwynn kissed her way back down Cindy’s body it was easy for Cindy to relish the moment. She wanted more.

Gwynn took her time. She stopped first at her tits, her magical tongue taking Cindy to a different place. Then Gwynn reached down and shoved a finger in Cindy’s wet pussy. Cindy moaned.

As Gwynn slid further down, kissing Cindy and bringing her to new heights, I decided to join the party. As Gwynn reached Cindy’s pussy and started licking, I walked to the bed. I grabbed Cindy’s tits and she opened her eyes. Panic. I was expecting the worst. Instead Cindy smiled a wry smile at me. I think she mouthed the words “thank you” but I was not sure. She reached over and grabbed my cock. She started to stroke me. Gwynn licked. Cindy stroked. Gwynn licked deeper. Cindy stroked longer. And then, Cindy let go.

Uh oh. What happened? I was about to cum, and Cindy let go of my cock. I thought something was wrong. Instead, I realized it was unintentional. Gwynn was working her magic again. Cindy could not focus on me because her pussy was burning. I looked down and Gwynn was on all fours getting the perfect angle to work Cindy’s pussy deeper than ever. She had two fingers inside Cindy and was focusing her mouth on Cindy’s clit. It was no wonder Cindy could not focus on me. Her moaning told me she was in that place again. Both hands now clenched the sheets begging for mercy.

At the same time, my dick was throbbing begging for a release. The sight of Gwynn on all fours was turning me on. “No way” I thought. “She’s a lesbian!”

I decided that was not my problem. I abandoned Cindy and moved to the end of the bed. I climbed up behind Gwynn. I knelt behind her and slowly rubbed my cock up and down Gwynn’s pussy. She was wet. My attention caused her to pause long enough to spread her knees. I thrust slowly inside of her from behind. It was her turn to moan. And when she moaned, Cindy moaned.

There we were. Me fucking Gwynn. Gwynn fucking Cindy. And Cindy lost in torrent of sensation, the pre-cursor to another incredible orgasm. Gwynn’s pussy was wet, but it was tight. If felt so good consuming my cock. I thrust slow and deep at first. In, then very slowly out. At one point, Gwynn looked back and licked her lips at me. Cindy’s juice was all over her face. I loved the taste of Cindy. Gwynn did too.

I thrust harder, and faster. Gwynn fingered Cindy, and sucked her clit. Cindy’s breathing (and moaning) matched my pace fucking Gwynn.

We were building to a shuttering orgasm. As my momentum built, Gwynn could not resist moaning. Her moaning tickled Cindy’s clit. None of us could stop. I fucked Gwynn harder and faster. I was about to cum.

Cindy screamed “Oh God!”

The three of us all reached an incredible orgasm. I shot my load deep into Gwynn. At the same time, Cindy orgasmed in convulsions, her hips bucking against Gwynn’s face. Gwynn lasted the longest, but I could feel her pussy pulsing with an orgasm squeezing on my cock. It seemed like it could not end. It was the most amazing few minutes of sex I had ever dreamed of. Cindy was spent, falling lifeless on the bed completely unable to make heads or tails of what had just happened. Gwynn was simply staring at Cindy and smiling.

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Almost a full year ago when my senior year was starting I wound up having a ton of gym classes. Which was fine with me because I had a crush on the coach since I was a sophomore. He was just hot. With black wavy hair, a goatee and deep dark eyes. I was constantly in the gym whenever I could.

So here I have the man for seven out of my ten classes. I was ecstatic. I must admit I would flirt whenever I got the chance. Do you blame me? I would constantly stay in the weight room with him to help clean up since I had P.E. with him right after that, while the rest of the class would go to shower and get ready for their next classes. One such occasion after I had been lifting weights particularly hard that day and was covered in sweat. Though I don’t think he minded with my figure. I’m not the conceited type but many people have told me I have a gorgeous body. With my long blonde hair and deep emerald green eyes. My bust is well matured for a girl of 18 (which was my age then) being a full 36c.

My stomach is trimmed and toned from all the classes I have, plus I work out. My legs are considerably long for my height which is only 5’6. Anyway I’m getting off course. So one of these times as I was helping him clean up he kept looking at me oddly. Which I didn’t mind but was a bit curious. “What?” I asked as I used my shirt to wipe the sweat from my face, giving him a full view of my stomach. He grinned and said “nothing, just you look really good.” I smiled and let my hand touch his as we both bent to pick up some weights. The electricity I felt that jumped from my hand to his was amazing and I could feel myself growing wet with desire for him.

Lets face it I had been fantasizing about the man since I was 15 and a half. He looked at me and I felt my heart pounding faster “Yes He’s going to kiss me!” my mind was racing. “Can I see you in my classroom after school gets out, say about 4 or so?” he asked me. (He teaches a few math classes) My head was whirling I could barely answer him “sure” I hoped I sounded casual like he wanted to go over some grades or something. I wanted to kiss him bad, but I heard people coming out of the locker room so I sighed and picked up the rest of the weights.

The day drug by for me. I had one more of his classes after that then some history and science (the school has that block scheduling crap). I hung around the school for what seemed an eternity talking with one of my friends before they had football practice. Finally 4:00 rolled around and I started down the hall to his classroom. I had on a pair of jeans and a tank top and wished that I had worn my short satin skirt and button up shirt, but to late for that. I got to his classroom and walked inside…he wasn’t in there. I shrugged and sat down at a desk to wait for him. Not more than two minutes later he strolled in.

GOD he was HOT. I was trying to play it cool, not letting my mind run away with me, I mean he’s my teacher he may honestly not even look at me like that. He smiled at me and shut the door. I smiled back “So what did you want to talk about?” I was so nervous! He grinned and sat at his desk. “Come up here.” I smiled and walked over to him, perching myself on his desk. His eyes swooped over my body in one graceful motion and I wanted him, I wanted him badly right there on the desk. I had never gaziantep escort had sex before but I was very willing to give this man my cherry, I had wanted him for almost 3 years. He looked up into my eyes and questioned “how old are you now Dallas?”

My heart was thumping “I just turned 18 last week” I said as calmly as I could. He smiled and placed a hand on my knee “I’ve been waiting for you to turn legal. You must know how I feel about you.” I stared at him, nearly falling off the desk. My fantasy was actually coming true! I started to speak but he stood quickly and had his lips pressed against mine. I quickly snaked my tongue into his mouth, massaging his own. His hand on my knee was moving up my leg, now resting on my thigh, his other hand had managed to wrap around my waist, inching me closer to him. I moved one hand down his stomach, and onto the huge bulge in his khaki pants, starting to rub.

He let out a soft moan and I rubbed harder, milking all I could out of this experience. Our kiss had broken and he was kissing down my neck, stopping to stare at the cleavage my tank top was allowing him to see. He groaned a little licking his lips and I whispered, “you want to see those” I couldn’t believe I had just said that, but I didn’t care. He merely nodded and pulled back grabbing my tank top with both his hands. Suddenly we heard a knock at the door and the principal’s voice floated in “Mr. Dobbs?” “SHIT” we both exclaimed at the same time. I moved quickly grabbing my book bag and pulling a notebook from it. Peter as I call him now, moved quickly to the door and opened it (the doors lock when you close them, and the principal didn’t have a key) I secretly prayed his huge bulge wouldn’t give us away. “Hi Ms. Smith, Coach D here was helping me with a few math problems I didn’t understand today” I secretly prayed she wouldn’t look over my notebook .

She nodded and said “Well keep the door open I don’t want any rumors about you two” she laughed and walked off. We both let out a sigh of relief and Peter looked at me. “Look I have to have you, but not here, we can’t risk it. Come over to my house around 8:00 tonight.” He handed me a piece of paper with his address written on it. I agreed jumping for joy that he liked me. I put my notebook back into my bag and started towards the door, his hand reached out and grabbed my ass, running along my jeans “you know I saw your bikini panties when you bent over in class today, you have anything sexier?” he asked me. I grinned and nodded. “Good wear them” his eyes were running over my body. I nodded grinning ear to ear as I left.

The truth of the matter was that I didn’t really have any sexy underwear, I was a virgin what did I need with them? Well I sure as the hell knew I wasn’t going to be one after tonight, so I ran to the mall and went into Victoria’s Secret. So sue me I was only 18. I went home showered and pulled out my short satin black skirt and a mid-length short sleeved button up white shirt. I pulled my hair up in a soft ponytail and slipped my heels on. I was ready to go

When I got to his apartment my mind was racing as well as my heart. “What in the hell am I doing?” I had to ask myself. I didn’t care I found his number and knocked on the door. He opened wearing a tight workout tank top and black warm-ups. I wanted to drool. He was muscular, just the perfect amount, I hate bulky men. He invited me in. I looked around, and smiled. He shut the door and locked it, then grabbed me kissing me hard. My arms found their way around his neck and I pulled him against my body, his cock jumping to attention when my body brushed against his. He pulled away looking at me, twirling me around. “You look so sexy” he picked me up and started carrying me towards his bedroom, I kicked off my heels as we went. I looked around as we entered his bedroom, he had lit a few candles giving it a very romantic atmosphere. I appreciated it so much.

He laid me down on the bed and looked down at me, pulling his tank top off. I smiled looking at his bronze muscular chest. He moved crawling up the bed hovering over me. He started unbuttoning my shirt slipping it from my body. He moved down, dragging his tongue along my stomach, which I found was a major turn on for me. His hands ran down my sides till they found the top of my skirt and he drug it off my body. He sucked his breath in as he took in what was left on my body. A lace green bra and a matching thong., which set my eyes off even brighter. He smiled and I sat up, pulling his warm-ups off, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath them. He stepped out of them and crawled back up the bed to me. I couldn’t take my eyes off his huge cock. It was and I mean HUGE. I got nervous thinking that it would never fit inside of me. I licked my lips and he smiled laying down next to me, untying the ribbon around my hair. My hair fell down my back and I rolled over on top of him.

I started dragging my body down his, his cock head pressing against my stomach and I moved down. He moaned a bit and I started to kiss his stomach, licking and sucking a bit. I kept moving down till I got to his giant dick and it looked delicious. I moved my hand down and grasped it by the base. He moaned feeling my hand. I bent down and ran my tongue teasingly over the tip of the head. His cock literally jumped at it. I smiled and started licking up and down his shaft, as if it was a giant lollipop. He moaned more, moving his hips up. “Come on Dallas baby suck it” that’s all the coaxing I needed, I slipped his cock into my lips and started sucking on the giant thing. He moaned and arched his hips up, forcing it down my throat till his balls were against my chin. I kept sucking, using a hand to rub his balls. He moaned and sat up the best he could and undid my bra, slipping it from my body.

His hands were working on my tits as I sucked him off. He squeezed and played with them. I could feel my thong getting extremely wet, my pussy was dying for relief but I kept sucking, my main objective to please him at this exact moment. He stopped playing with my tits for a moment and bobbed my head. I got the idea and started bobbing my head up and down his cock. At times almost pulling it completely from my hot young mouth, and shoving it right back down. He moaned and laid back down, I could feel his body tensing “Yes that’s it baby, make me fuck your hot mouth.” I managed to make my tongue swirl a bit and he jerked and starting cumming in my mouth.

“OHH YES DALLAS!!” he groaned as he kept shooting his load down my throat. When he had calmed down a bit I started pulling him from my mouth, licking him clean as I did so. He grinned and looked at me. The only article of clothing on either of us was my now very moist thong. He grabbed me and flipped me over on my back, hovering over me. He grinned looking at me. I giggled nervously “What?” he looked worried.

“I’ve…..just….ummm…I’m a virgin” I confessed to him. He looked at me a bit surprised “Well you suck cock well for one!” he beamed and kissed down my stomach. “Look Dallas, I fell in love with you, I don’t just go out and fuck girls. I’m going to make love to you.” That’s all he had to say to put my worries at rest. I nodded and he moved his head down, and grabbed my thong with his teeth dragging it down my body. When he had it off me he grabbed my leg and started kissing back up it, nibbling a bit as he went, by the time he got to my thigh I was moaning, begging him to tongue fuck me. He grinned and licked my thigh, teasing me. He looked at my pussy and noticed it was shaved.

“Why Dallas!!” he exclaimed. I knew it surprised him but also excited him at the same time because he kept licking his lips as he stared at it. He grinned and moved his mouth closer to my hot box, I could feel his hot breath on my clit and I was moaning, begging again. He smiled and licked the length of my slit, then dove his tongue into my hot pussy. “OHH I needed that” was all I could manage to gasp. Now my teacher obviously loved to eat pussy, he was diving that tongue in and out of me, rubbing my clit with his thumb and I was loving it. It didn’t take long before my body was rushed with a wave of pleasure and I was coming all over his face. He didn’t mind though, he just kept lapping, though I’m sure my thighs were crushing his head as I jerked and thrashed about. He drug his body back up mine looking into my eyes, well I wanted him in me as bad as he wanted in me, though we still argue about that. He groaned as I wrapped my legs around his back and he started kissing me.

He started easing himself into me, but I wanted him all the way in me, even if it did hurt. Without really thinking I shoved my hips up, forcing him all the way into my tight pussy. He moaned “ohh god yes you’re so tight baby” I had gasped out in pain, but I was soon enjoying myself as he slowly rocked his hips into me. Soon I was moaning with him “ohh harder baby harder” I was bucking my hips up to his, feeling his throbbing cock filling me completely. I was loving this, I couldn’t understand why my friends complained about their boyfriends wanting to fuck, I thought they were all crazy. He started slamming into me harder and I was experiencing another orgasm, he kept shoving in and out of me at the same pace, he grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist.

I gripped his waist, shoving him into me deeper, he moaned sucking on my neck mumbling something about me being even tighter. I was busy thrusting my body up against his, his ball hitting my ass and I dug my nails into his back. He moaned and thrust into me, I felt his body tighten and he began cumming, shooting his load into me. Which of course forced me to go off, my insides clamping around him so tight, I don’t think he could have pulled out of me if he wanted to. He collapsed on top of me, kissing me with a passion I had never experienced before. I was completely drained and I wrapped my arms around his back, trying to catch my breath. We fell asleep like that and I didn’t go home till that morning.

We’ve been together ever since.

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