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It was the Saturday after Thanksgiving and I was exhausted. I had been up since 5:00 a.m. because I had (foolishly) volunteered to drive my sister and her family to the airport in time to make their 7:30 flight back to Phoenix. And instead of just going back to my hotel and getting a couple more hours of sleep (after a long night of drinking the night before), I decided to swing by my parents’ house and see if anyone was up. Sure enough, my parents were both up, and we started chatting and cleaning up from the festivities of the past few days and before I knew it I had to hurry back to the hotel so I could check out on time and then begin my six-hour drive home.

I could have flown – it’s only about a 75-minute flight from the city where I grew up to where I have lived for the past 27 years – but the crowded airports would add at least three hours to the experience. I preferred the extra couple hours of travel time – spent in the solitude of my SUV with the company of podcasts – to the aggravation of the crowded and dirty airports.

I got home at about 7:30 p.m., just in time to take a quick shower and go to meet my friends Karen and Sophie at a slightly upscale Italian restaurant for dinner. You’re probably wondering how it is that a guy my age was friends with two women roughly half my age. Well I’ll tell you.

§

Two or three years out of college I got a slightly above entry-level job at the local office of a large and prestigious business consulting firm. And I worked there for a very long time and rose through the ranks probably a little faster than most. Even though I was very good at my job, I never completely fit in at that firm because, quite simply, I am not an asshole. I knew going in that the place had a reputation of being a den of jerks, but it was a resume builder that would eventually permit me the opportunity to quit and open my own firm.

I had worked there about fifteen years when Karen got a job there working in the mailroom. She was a high school student at the time, and she got the job because her aunt was one of the office managers. This firm always used high-school and college kids for the mailroom and they were usually the children of senior associates or shareholders in the firm. The job was pretty easy, and the prestige of the firm’s name made it look better on a resume or college application than the complexity of the job warranted.

But because Karen was related to an administrative employee rather than “professional,” she seemed to be treated a little worse than the other mailroom staff. That’s how big of assholes the rank and file employees of that firm were. As I mentioned, I am not an asshole. So I treated Karen with respect and was friendly towards her in a non-condescending way. And over the time that she was working there she and I became friends. She would always bring me my mail last so that we could chat for a while when she stopped by my office. She would ask my advice on everything from homework to college applications to why high school boys are such idiots. I looked forward to our daily chats.

Eventually Karen graduated and went off to college. She went to a public university a couple of states away – one of the colleges that she and I discussed multiple times before she applied, and she only applied after I said it was a good fit for her. As it turned out, one of my clients had its main office in the city where her college was located, and I had to travel there on business about five or six times a year. So almost every time I made that trip, I would make time to have lunch or dinner or just drinks with her.

It was over the course of these trips that I noticed Karen had grown up. She’d gone from being a gangly, awkward kid to being quite the attractive young woman. She was (and still is) tall with long strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, freckles, C-cup breasts and a nice round ass. I had little doubt she was a distraction to multiple guys in her classes.

It was also on these trips that I first met Karen’s friend Sophie. Sophie is almost the opposite of Karen as far as looks go. Sophie is short, with dark hair, light-brown eyes, A-cup breasts, and an ass that some people would say is slightly large but I always thought that it suited her well. The best word to describe Sophie is “cute.” She is cute both in looks and in personality. She has a mix of naivete and worldliness that brings a refreshing viewpoint to pretty much any conversation.

During Karen’s junior year of college, I quit my job and opened my own firm, which had been my plan since about the time I started that job. My client in that college town liked my work so well that they remained my client even after I’d started my own firm, so my business trips continued, and I saw Karen and Sophie on every trip.

After they graduated, Karen moved back home and got a state job in public health. Our schedules did not mesh well, but we still managed to have lunch or dinner once a month. Sophie, who had grown up in the city where the college was located, stayed there and got a job in the arts, helping to plan exhibits, concerts, konya escort plays, and the like in public-owned spaces.

§

So that’s how I know them. On the night of our story, Sophie was in town to spend the holiday with Karen and her family. (Sophie’s parents had been able to book a really nice Mediterranean vacation, but to get the best price they had to travel the week of Thanksgiving. So Sophie had celebrated her “family Thanksgiving” a week early.) I arrived at the restaurant first and was waiting in the bar area when Karen and Sophie showed up. Both were wearing tight black skirts, Karen with a red button-up blouse and Sophie with a black turtleneck. We exchanged hello hugs and sat down.

Almost immediately I informed them that I would have to make an early night of it because I had been up since 5:00 and had not had much sleep the night before. Karen and Sophie were fully in support of that plan – it seems that they had been at a club until two o’clock the night before and then decided to split a bottle of wine after getting back to Karen’s apartment. So they were looking forward to getting to bed early, too. The place was very crowded so we grabbed a menu from the bartender so we could order as soon as we were seated. The hostess found us just a few minutes later and escorted us to our table. It was a square table for four. Sophie sat to my left and Karen across from me.

Our server came over and introduced herself as Doris. She was young, probably 19 or 20, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Here loosely fitting white blouse seemed to cover an attractive figure and her black pants definitely let me know that she had a nice ass. I thought her name was sort of funny because she was so young and “Doris” seems like a name that hasn’t been used in a couple generations or more. But I kept that thought to myself (until now).

I got the distinct impression that Doris was new to the job. She stumbled over her introduction, mispronounced at least two words when describing the day’s specials, and she offered merlot as an option when Sophie asked what types of white wine they had. But serving can be a hard job and I admired the way she seemed to be trying so hard.

We ordered our food and Sophie ordered a glass of chardonnay and I ordered some craft beer I had never tried before. Karen just ordered water because she was on-call for work. She was being groomed for a management position at the Department of Public Health and that involved working four-month stints at various positions within the department. Her current assignment was working as a 9-1-1 operator. That involved working twelve-hour shifts, but she only worked three days a week. And, of course, she had really great stories about work. Karen ensured us that there was almost no chance that she would be called in that night because in the three months she had been working in that position no on-call employee had ever been called in for any shift.

We started chatting and getting caught up when Sophie asked me “Why is it that your generation and the baby boomers are always making fun of us millennials?”

I was aware of the myriad of jokes about millennials that filled the internet and were bandied about at work, but, frankly, I never paid any attention to them. Probably because the only two millennials I actually knew were Karen and Sophie, who seemed to me to be normal, intelligent adults. So I said that I had no idea. To which Sophie replied, “Well what is different about your generation than ours do you think?”

I thought for a moment and then remembered a conversation I overheard at a bar about six months earlier between two women who, from what I gathered, had kids who were seniors in high school. So I asked Karen and Sophie if they had gone to their senior proms, and both responded that they had.

“Who did you go with Karen?” I asked.

“Let’s see, as I recall it was my friends Ann, Kristin, Tommy, Jeff, and Beth.”

“Okay, who did you go with, Sophie?”

“Gosh a bunch of people. Like eight or so? I’d have to think a while to remember them all.”

“Well, that’s one big difference, as I understand it,” I said. “When I was in high school and college, we actually dated and didn’t just go out with a group of people. We had girlfriends and boyfriends and people went out on dates with just one significant other person.”

“We do that, too,” said Karen.

“When was the first time you went out on a date with just one other person?” I inquired.

“Mmmmm, I guess not until my sophomore year of college. Second semester.”

“And you, Sophie?” I asked.

“College. Junior year,” she said almost as if she was making a confession.

“Well, I guess that’s one difference. My generation and the generations before jumped right into the awkward rituals of one-on-one romance as soon as we reached adolescence instead of remaining in the warm safety of the herd until we were 20,” I said.

“People in our high schools were still having sex and everything,” Sophie defended.

“I don’t doubt that,” I admitted, “but kütahya escort how many long-term, at least somewhat serious ‘couples’ were there?”

“Hardly any,” Sophie admitted.

“I can only think of one,” said Karen, “and they were both from really religious families.”

“I’m not necessarily saying one way was better than the other,” I consoled them, “We were looking for differences in our generations and that’s one of them.”

“Did you have a girlfriend in high school?” Sophie asked.

“I went out with a few girls and had two pretty serious girlfriends, one as a junior and the other as a senior. At least I thought they were serious at the time”

“How did you go about asking a girl out once you decided you liked her?” Sophie followed.

“Ooooh, THAT was the tricky thing,” I said. “You didn’t want to, or at least I didn’t want to, ask a girl out unless you were pretty sure that she would say yes. So a lot of time that involved getting YOUR friends to make some inquiries to HER friends to measure her interest. If there was no interest, well then you were still a little embarrassed but at least you didn’t feel humiliated.”

Karen and Sophie both laughed out loud at that.

“That seems like an awful lot of work for a lot of people to go through just so you could end up still feeling a little bit embarrassed!” Karen said, sneaking a sip of Sophie’s wine.

“Yeah, well sometimes it was more organic. Like if you knew a girl because you had multiple classes with her and she was always a little friendlier to you than she was to the other boys, then you might test the waters yourself by engaging in a little innocent flirting,” I answered.

“You mean people in your high school weren’t always friendly to everyone?” asked Sophie.

“They were at my high school,” responded Karen.

“Unfortunately, no. And ironically, it seemed like the least friendly ones were the ones who had the most sex,” I answered.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, Mike,” Karen said with a smile on her face, “but I bet you didn’t have much sex in high school.”

We all laughed at that comment and I admitted that no, I did not have much sex in high school.

“You said you would engage in some ‘innocent flirting’ if you thought a girl liked you,” Sophie said. “How did you do that? What would you say or do?”

“Well, one of the old standby flirting techniques was you would buy some M&M’s at the basketball game, and then nonchalantly work your way through the crowd until you were next to her, and ask her if she would like some M&M’s. She would almost always say yes, and then you would reach into the bag and give her a few, making sure that she only got green ones,” I explained.

The girls exploded with laughter.

“What the hell did THAT prove?” asked Sophie, with a huge smile.

“Green is supposedly the ‘horny color,'” I explained, “so offering her green M&M’s was, on one level, you saying you want to make her not only horny but horny for you. But on a more innocent level it was just a way of saying ‘I like you.'”

Karen was tapping away on her phone as I explained this and after I stopped talking she said “Oh my god, that’s a real thing! People actually did that!”

Sophie laughed again and said “Okay, two things! First, you Gen-Xers are total dorks!”

Karen and Sophie both laughed at that. Sophie continued “Second, it is an almost unexplainable scientific fluke that you dorky Gen-Xers could have children as cool as us millennials!”

Karen raised her water glass in a toasting motion to that and Sophie clinked her wine glass against it and they both drank. I made a slight toasting motion with my beer glass as well and took a sip.

“Oh, and one more thing,” Sophie continued, “did it only work with M&M’s or would anything green work?

“I never did any real research into the matter,” I told her, “but I imagine it would work with green Starburst or green jelly beans. Probably wouldn’t work with brussels sprouts.”

“Starburst don’t come in green,” Karen said matter-of-factly.

“How do you know that?” asked Sophie.

“Everyone knows that,” replied Karen. At that moment Karen’s phone, which was lying face-up on the table, rang and Karen looked down at it. “Oh fuck.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“It’s work.” Karen picked up the phone. We only heard her end of the conversation. It was brief.

“This is Karen… oh no, is she alright?… Thank goodness… Sure, I can cover… Yeah. I’ll be there in 30 minutes… No problem… Bye.”

“You got called in to work, didn’t you?” I asked.

“Yep.” She was already on her phone ordering a Lyft.

“You cursed it by saying you wouldn’t get called in!” lamented Sophie.

“Yep. And boy NOW do I regret drinking until three o’clock in the morning last night. You can let yourself into the apartment can’t you?” she asked Sophie?

“Sure.” She replied.

“And I can drive her there,” I offered.

“Thanks,” replied Karen. “Well, I’ll be home about 9:30 in the morning, Soph, see ya then.” We malatya escort all stood up and Sophie and I each hugged Karen and took our seats again.

“Well that’s a bummer,” I said more to the universe than to Sophie.

“Oh well, we can still have fun,” responded Sophie to me, not caring if the universe heard. She raised her glass and I raised mine and we continued talking.

The green M&M talk led rather naturally to talk our current romantic situations. Sophie had a boyfriend she had been seeing for about four months, but she was not really into him and was measuring the pros and cons of breaking up with him during the holiday season. I told her that I had rarely dated in the past few years because running my own business left so little free time, and I often didn’t know when my free time would present itself. As Sophie began the expected response about “you should really find time to date you’re good looking and so nice,” I noticed Doris approaching with a large tray of food. It appeared to be for a table other than ours, because it was definitely more food than the three of us had ordered. As I turned my eyes back to Sophie, whose back was to Doris, I suddenly saw what seemed like a meteor shower of white and red and green come hurtling directly towards us.

Doris (poor Doris) had tripped or slipped on something, and the tray of food for at least four people had been inadvertently launched onto our table – and onto Sophie and me. I saw it coming for a split second and was able to quickly move back a little before the full brunt of the hurricane of Tuscan cuisine made land. Sophie, who’d had her back to Doris, was not so lucky. The aftermath was a disaster scene of epic proportion.

“Are you okay?” I asked. Sophie had a look of shock and confusion on her face and several strands of angel’s hair pasta draped on her shoulders and head.

“What… the fuck… just happened?” she responded.

“Doris is still getting the hang of her job,” I replied. “You didn’t get hit by any plates or bowls, did you?”

Fortunately, she had not and instead had just gotten hit by the equivalent of what looked to be two full plates of pasta. Her hair was dripping with what appeared to be marinara sauce, which also was running down her face and covering her black turtleneck. I had gotten some on my face, hair, and shirt, but only a fraction of what she had gotten.

By now a small army of waitstaff, bussers, and kitchen employers had gathered around and began cleaning, and Doris was exasperatedly apologizing to Sophie and me. “Come on, let’s go try to get you cleaned up,” I said, and Sophie and I began making our way to the restrooms. I told Doris not to worry about it and asked if we could get our orders to-go.

This restaurant has unisex restrooms with a large shared sink outside of the restrooms. Sophie had brushed off all of the noodles back at the table and we began trying to clean the sauce off with wet paper towels. It came off of her face rather easily, but not so with her hair and sweater. We got her cleaned up as best we can and went back to our table to find Doris waiting for us with our orders boxed up and waiting for us. I took out my wallet to pay for the food and drinks, but Doris quickly said “There’s no charge tonight. I am SO sorry for what happened.”

I smiled and said, “It’s okay. At least we got a funny story out of it.”

A look of relief came over Doris’ face and she mustered a smile and offered a sheepish “Thank you.” I set a twenty-dollar bill on the table for a tip and we exited the restaurant. Neither of us had worn a coat, Sophie because she expected to only need to walk from the door to a waiting Lyft on either end of the trip, and me because I was in a hurry and had forgotten. Luckily my SUV was parked just a block away. We walked quickly to the vehicle and got in.

We’d gone less than a block when Sophie said, “Oh fuck!’

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

“I just remembered that I took Karen’s extra key out of my purse this afternoon so I wouldn’t accidentally take it home with me. I figured I would be with her all of tonight until she took me to the airport tomorrow morning so I didn’t need it anymore.”

“So you can’t get into her apartment?”

“Nope.”

“Well that’s not a problem,” I told her reassuringly. “I have my extra bedroom set up as a home office, but I have a fold-out sofa bed in the living room that you can sleep on and I’ll drive you back to Karen’s in the morning.”

“Are you sure it’s not too much of a problem, Mike?”

“Not at all. I have no plans tomorrow anyway.”

“Thanks. You’re the best,” Sophie said with a cute smile.

It took about ten minutes to get to my condo. I parked in the underground lot and we took the elevator to the eighth floor. Once we got in my door I pointed and said “The bathroom is that way. Let me grab some dish towels from the kitchen.” Sophie headed for the bathroom and I dropped off our food in the fridge and grabbed some towels. When I got to the bathroom, Sophie had the faucet in the sink running and was trying to hold her hair under the water. I took a dish towel and got it wet and tried to rub her hair to get more of the sauce out. It was not going well. Sophie took her head out from under the sink and pointed towards the bathtub and said, “Does that thing work?” with her finger pointing up and down between the shower head and the tub faucet.

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Since my computer at home went down, I have been frequenting the library. It’s the only computer that allows me on to the IWU web-site. There is a time limit. But beggars can’t be choosers.

As I’m on the site chatting, I ‘feel’ someone behind me. I turn to look when I feel a touch on my shoulder, just slightly.

‘You know people might get the wrong idea about you.’ In my other ear I hear a whisper.

‘Maybe I want them to have that idea.’ I reply as I turn to see who whispered. But, I miss him. Now both hands are on my shoulders. Holding to keep me forward.

‘In that case, you seem to need to be fucked and fucked hard,’ he whispers in my other ear.

‘As a matter of fact I do. But I can’t seem to find any one local to take on the challenge.’

‘Challenge? Is that what you are?’ He chuckles, as his hand moves down my side and up to cup underneath a breast.

‘Actually you wouldn’t think so but it seems to be the established thinking.’ As I lean into his hand. I feel my pussy start to throb, getting wet.

‘Then you have been looking in the wrong places.’ He pinches my nipple through my shirt and bra. Moving his hand back to my shoulder.

‘Ever fantasize about fucking in the library?’ He murmurs into my ear. Breathing heavily and sending shivers over my body.

I finally turn to look at his gorgeous brown eyes, and see the predatory look. His kars escort crotch resting very close to the back of my chair. I look down and see the bulge twitching ever so slightly. I move my hand forward, looking up, watching his eyes as I brush against him. His gasp is all the invitation I need.

I turn and log off the computer, as he reaches down and nuzzles my neck and ear, sending more shivers and making me drip instantly. I stand and turn into him, so close without touching I can feel his sexual desire coming off of him in waves against mine.

‘So, would you show me the local history room?’ He asks a little loud, but not too.

‘Certainly.’ We move as one for the stairs. The local history room is located on the second floor, far back. And is literally a room, closed off. He opens the door and takes my hand, leading me to the far corner table. Before I can say anything his mouth is over mine, hard, demanding. Pushing his tongue into my mouth, thrusting and exploring as I match his ferocity. My hands going up under his shirt, clawing down his back. He moans. Pulling back from me, I have his lower lip and slowly release it.

He lifts my shirt and pulls my bra down, to suckle my tit. Nipping and sucking hard, bringing them both to a rock hard point. I reach for his cock and he evades me. Backing me to the table he sits on it, never leaving my tits. He stands up kastamonu escort and brings me to the corner edge of the table, and steps between my legs. The heat from my pussy invades his cock through our jeans, as he presses against me.

‘Next time wear a skirt.’ He demands, as his hands undo my pants and pull them off of one leg. He leans down and breathes deep, smelling my wet pussy. He leans forward and kisses me again, softer, more seductively. I reach over and pull him closer as I undo his jeans and release his throbbing cock into my hand, using my hands and nails to push down his pants

I slowly stroke him and then grab and squeeze hard. He stands and leans back, grabbing my hand. He looks down at me.

‘You want me to cum, now?! Do that again, otherwise…..’ Taking a hold of my hips he slides me up against his cock. ‘Wrap your legs around me.’ As he pulls me forward holding me tight.

I move up and wrap my legs. As I do he guides his cock inside me and pushes up and hard. I gasp, feeling him fill every crevice of my pussy. The man is built for this. He picks me up and moves me against the wall between the shelving and begins to pump me. Holding my ass with both hands, he lifts and drops me onto his cock. Making me gasp and shudder. Trying my best not to call out. He moves faster, deeper and harder. Both of us breathing harder.

I move my hands kayseri escort down his shoulder, back into his hair. Then I use my nails across his back, not leaving any marks. But definitely letting him feel the results, as he moans with me. Stopping suddenly, he positions my tits to his eye level, looks at me and starts sucking, pinning me harder against the wall. Moving his hand from underneath to flick my clit.

‘I can feel you building, you can cum to me baby. Squeeze my cock with your pussy.’

‘Yes, yes.’ I mumble into his shoulder. ‘Cumming now, please….’ Is all I could say. Just then he drops me completely onto his cock and pushes, deep into my pussy, deeper with each thrust, until I feel him swell and explode deep inside me. He keeps moving, making both us ride the wave again.

Slowly, our breathing comes back into control. He releases me gently down the wall. He pushes into me again and kisses me almost reverently as he says, ‘Thank you’.

‘Ah, no Thank you. By the way my name is Jessanna, yours?’ I ask holding out my hand.

‘Lucian.’ He replies, shaking my hand.

Slowly I smile and start redressing. He does the same almost looking sheepishly.

‘I have been watching you for a few days. I had no idea this would happen.’ As he tucks his shirt back in.

‘So, next time, I’ll definitely wear a skirt.’ As I dance on one leg, to put my jeans back on.

Lucian smile and chuckles as he takes my hand and leads me back out into the library and down the front steps.

‘Ah, excuse me, but were you done in there?’

‘Haven’t even gotten started, I’m taking you home. That was just the appetizer.’

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I had been hearing the rumor for months. No one knew quite how it started. No one could say definitively that they were the first. No one seemed to really know much of anything, other than a time and a place.

My name is Stephen. I’m a single guy who works in one of those thirty story office buildings that jut out from the heart of the city. A friend of an acquaintance first told me the story. There was a section of the second floor of the basement parkade where it all happened. It required you to duck into a short, narrow maintenance passage that led into a storage area. Much of the building had been completely renovated almost ten years before, and this area was said to be part of the old design that could not be reworked. In the back of the storage area, past all the clutter and mostly forgotten tools, parts and supplies was a door. At one time, that door served as a reception for the mail trucks. With the new layout moving the mail delivery to a more convenient location, it became just another door. That is, until it all started.

From all the rumors I had heard, it must have been going on for months. As time went on, it became harder and harder to find anyone who had not heard the rumors, and the number of men who claimed to have actually visited the area increased rapidly. But their accounts were generally weak, the location vague, and hardly any two stories sounded similar, so I had my doubts. But the stories intrigued more than just my brain.

It happened on Tuesdays and Thursdays every single week, so the stories went. It started at 5:30, and went on until finished. Some men were regulars, some one timers there to see if it was real, and some chickened out at the last minute, afraid of the entire ordeal.

Men would gather just inside the entrance of the storage area, and waited quietly. The men behind acted as watch for the men before them, ensuring no security guard or maintenance man came their way. One by one, they would make their way to the back, to the single old door with the six-inch high, one-foot wide mail slot. Like a makeshift glory hole, they would hand a twenty-dollar bill through the slot. If it was accepted, and from the tales it was never declined, they would drop their pants and push their cocks through the opening, and let however was on the other side take care of them with the best blow job any of them had ever had.

Like I said, I had my doubts. The whole thing sounded too much like a crazy urban legend: office slut blows anyone for money. No one knew who was on the other kıbrıs escort side. The room beyond was always dark, and no part of the person’s body was ever seen. The door was always locked, too, and even though a few men had lingered around to try and catch their benefactor, there was obviously a secret way into the room that was being used. And as for the best blow job ever, well, I already had a few spectacular ones myself.

Over the few weeks that followed, I only gave thought to that old door when it was brought up. I tried to concentrate on the daily grind of a dull job. Now that I had heard the story, however, I realized that almost ever day I could overhear someone whispering excitedly about the experience. My curiousity peaked as the legend started taking on reality. I tried to continue to dismiss it, but my male drive and neglected cock started to think otherwise. The final determination was made when I was sitting in one of the building’s coffee shops and overheard two men talking.

”I’m telling ya, it was incredible.”

”Nah, you’re shittin’ me. No one does that.”

”Well someone sure as hell does. I’ve been there twice now. The second was even better than the first. What this chick can do with her mouth and throat, it’ll blow you away.”

”Throat?”

”Yeah, she deepthroats. The last time, the guy in front of me had a nine-inch cock. He said when he thrust forward, he could feel her nose touch his pubes.”

”No way!”

”And the best part, after it’s all done, you can hear her swallow.”

Swallow. Despite the best blow jobs of my life, no chick had ever swallowed. That was enough for me. That same afternoon, I tracked down my acquaintance’s friend, and got the details.

Standing in the noisy, dirty storage room with exposed piping and cables the following Thursday with six other men at 5:30 at night, a few things occurred to me. The legend may not have been as wide spread as I had originally thought. After all, twenty bucks for the best blow job ever, with no strings attached, seemed liked a piece of heaven to me. Where the room should have been full of men, there was just the seven of us. But, men are men. As crude and horny as we are, many of us are just as full of piss and wind. When push comes to shove, many look for the door out. As I stood around in silence and waited, I also could not help but wonder if some men did not use this fantastic resource for the very reason that flashed through my head; what was on the other side of that door? Fantasy dictated kilis escort it should be a gorgeous woman, but it could just easily have been a hideous woman, or worse, a man.

As I forced that possibility out of my head as I looked around and saw the other men looking at me and gesturing towards the back of the room. I was the new guy, and they were giving me first go. I hesitated a moment and looked to the exit, but the men gestured me on. I recognized a few of them, who worked for the same company as me. The rest no doubt worked for the other businesses that occupied the building. None of them spoke, and I somehow doubted that any of them would speak of this to me outside of this room. Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward.

I tried to peer into the slot, but beyond the rim was only darkness. Whoever was in there would be completely anonymous. My acquaintance’s friend went over the routine, so at least I knew what to do. I took the twenty-dollar bill out of my pocket and passed it into the large hole. Almost immediately I felt fingers brush my own as the money was accepted. From the brief touch, I couldn’t tell for certain if they were male or female. They felt soft and supple, so that had to make them female…

I had to make a conscious effort not to look back as I undid did my belt and pants. I pushed them and my boxers to my ankles in one go, allowing the tails of my shirt to cover my ass from the view of the men behind me. Shuffling the few inches forward, I placed my hands of wall for balance and deciding it was now or never, thrust my semi-hard cock into the hole.

A hand wrapped around my cock as quickly as it had taken the money from me, and slowly began to pump me up and down. My cock quickly stiffened to full hardness from the sheer eroticism of the moment and I tried not to moan. I was not prepared for what happened next. I gasped out loud and nearly lost my balance as a warm, wet mouth swallowed me all the way to the hilt, my benefactor’s nose brushing my stomach. I’m not a huge man, certainly no nine inches, but at seven, and a decent girth, I had never known anyone woman to swallow me to the hilt so easily and on the first attempt.

The mouth held me there for several seconds. My knees shook as I tried to look down, to catch some glimpse of a face, but I couldn’t without falling backwards. With a wet plop, the mouth pulled completely free, only to plunge down once more. This time, a tongue reached out and tickled my balls. I jerked, doing my best to keep my place and enjoy every kırıkkale escort sensation as the mouth, throat and tongue of the person on the other side of the door worked over my cock the way no one had ever done before.

The head began to move up and down my cock, sometimes pulling out to lick the sides of my shaft or suck at my balls, but never once using a hand to help. It was magical to me the way the throat constricted every time my cock was plunged into it, squeezing and milking as it begged for my cum. The sensations shot through my cock and into the rest of my body. I could feel my skin burn as the electricity rushed through me.

Only for brief moments was my cock ever not completely engulfed, and those moments were as painfully sensuous as the deepthroating itself. The tongue was everywhere, tasting every part of my cock as the lips moved up and down on my shaft. As the mouth pulled back, the tongue would slide around my cock head, swirling it rapidly before gently trying to push itself into my pisshole. The new sensation would last only a moment before I was swallowed again.

There was a rhythm to all of this that I was not completely aware of, at least not consciously, as each drawback and plunge was accompanied with delicate movements and pressures of the mouth and tongue. My cock was aware of it, though. Each time the nose brushed my stomach, and the tongue lapped at my balls, I tightened and drew that much closer to cumming.

By now I was moaning, completely oblivious to the men behind me as the mouth demanded my entire attention. It wasn’t long before I could take no more. My balls tightened and my cock swelled. The mouth must have sensed this as it started to rapidly bob back and forth on my cock. I groaned, and grabbed at the walls for support as the first blast erupted from me. I was only half way inside, and my cum must have quickly filled the mouth.

It waited as I groaned and twitched and emptied myself, even using the lips and tongue to milk the cum from my cock as the mouth sucked. With a wet plop the mouth pulled free, and I almost fell again when I heard the sounds of swallowing. I don’t know what I would have paid at that moment to have watched it happen. When it was all gone, the mouth returned, warm and reassuring as it gently sucked the remaining beads from my softening cock. The tongue licked my empty balls for a final time and the mouth pulled away.

When I was certain that it would not return, I shuffled back and weakly pulled up my pants with shaking hands. I did not even glance at the man next in line who hurried up to the door, nor at the men I staggered passed on the way out. Stepping back out into the parkade, I tucked in my shirt and straightened my tie, and headed for my car knowing full well I would be back.

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I pick you up around seven and we go to see something that’s been in the theater for awhile, both of us have already seen it before, so if anybody asks we’ll know what it’s about. I buy your ticket and we go in and make our way towards the middle row of seats, all the way against the wall. The previews have already started but they are all for movies that are already out, and we’ve seen most of them already two or three times.

The previews finish and the movie starts, you stand up and look around, and sure enough there’s no-one else in the theater, you go to sit but I put my hand between your thighs and you stop. I motion to you with my other hand and you lean down and we kiss. Starting off slow and passionate, but before long our tongues are dueling, stabbing in and out of each others mouths, teasing, daring one to try and catch the other. My free hand moves to the center of your shirt and unbuttons it, you drop your arms back and your shirt falls free. I then start to gently rub your breasts through your bra, and I through the fabric I can feel your nipple, hard and begging to be let free.

My hands come together behind your back and unclasp your bra, and it falls between izmit escort us, landing on my lap. You inhale sharply as the wetness of my tongue meets the pleasure sensors in your nipple. I bite down hard, causing you to scream at the unexpected combination of pleasure and pain. I gently nibble and suck on it a little longer before moving to your other breast. I take you in my mouth and roll your nipple around my tongue, causing you to squirm and get antsy as the pleasure roams throughout your body. Your panties are soaking now, and your wetness is starting to leak through and form a faint outline on the crotch of your pants.

Keeping my hands on your breasts, I slide the rest of my body down, until my mouth sits right in front of your heat. I reach out with my teeth and slowly unzip your fly. I move back up and use my tongue and lips to help undo your button. With a little help from your hands and a shift of your hips, your pants fall to the floor, and you step out of them. You’re standing in front of me in only your sopping panties and I can’t help but to lean back and admire the pure radiant beauty of the angel I’m about to taste and karabük escort make love to with my tongue.

I lean forward again and inhale deeply, my lungs filling with your smell, my tongue aching for a taste of the real thing. I push my face forward and start to chew threw your panties, your juices ooze through the soaked material, and you pull me into you, trying to get me as close as you possibly can.

My fingers hook through the sides of your panties and drag them down around your ankles as my face plunges forward into your slit. I slightly bump against your clit, and you shudder with sudden pleasure, your knees getting weak. My tongues flicks up and down your slit, making you wetter and wetter, hotter and hotter. I gently push you back, and you look down at me, a look of pure disappointment crosses your face.

“Wait,” I say. I push back in the chair, reclining it and tell you to put your knees up on the armrests. You do what I tell you and your pussy is now at face level, you slide forward and mash your love into my face, pushing me as far back into the chair as possible. I stick my tongue out and after I few licks, push karaman escort it as far up into your pussy as I can, you gasp as you start to gyrate your hips, literally fucking my face in the middle of the movie theater.

I bring my hands up and easily slide three fingers into your pussy and one up your ass, and I just hold them there, your bucking and grinding is enough to push them in and out. Quickly, while you are pulled back away from my face, I pull my tongue out, push my fingers all the way and with my mouth find your clit and suck it all the way into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it fast and hard. You scream out and I swear people in the next theater over can hear you. One orgasm after the other racks your body as you gush your love juice all over my face. Five minutes later you stop quaking from the intense feelings rushing through your body.

You fall off the armrests into the seat next to me, collapsing into a heap. You’re still trying to catch your breath as you lean over to me, say, “Thank you,” and start to lick your juice off my face. You make sure there isn’t any left, then shakily stand up, step over your clothes and fall into my lap. You curl up on top of my chest and close your eyes, neither of know what part the movie is at, but we do both know two things. That you’ve never had an orgasm that intense before, and you feel through my pants my hardness pushing against your naked ass.

Smiling to yourself, you vow to return the favor before we leave the theater.

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You pull me closer to you and I try to pull back, you pull my head back by my hair you start kissing my neck. You release me and I move a step back away from you to catch my breath. You tell me, You look hot. You walk over to me. I am wearing a dress my nipples are pushing at the material.

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The plan was deviously simple. To be fair it was Violet’s idea. We all knew without speaking it aloud that Joe would never forgive himself if his parents weren’t present at our wedding. We also knew that they might not come even if invited. So really, as Vi pointed out, there was only one solution. Since there was no guarantee they’d come to the wedding, we had to bring the wedding to them.

Luckily, goings-on at the Tanner farm functioned like clockwork. Joe’s father usually returned for lunch at noon and that’s when the bunch of us planned to show up, with Reverend Nate in tow. Joe and I would then get married on the Tanner’s front porch. His parents could hardly ignore a ceremony in their own yard. It was brilliant really.

Secretly, I’d wanted to get married on the beach in my own little cove, with our cottage in the background and the waves crashing onto the sand at our feet. But Violet’s plan had merit and I agreed to it because I knew it was what Joe wanted most.

I felt surprisingly calm as Adele, Lilly and I got ready at my old place in town. Both of them had chosen simple sundresses in line with my own. Out of nowhere Adele produced a bouquet of white hydrangeas for me to hold.

“Something new,” she explained as she passed them to me. “From my garden.”

Lilly fussed with my hair until every wave lay perfectly. “Your ‘something old’ can be your dress.” She blushed a little then added, “And ‘something blue’ is definitely what you have on underneath.”

“So what’s my ‘something borrowed’?” I teased when our eyes met in the mirror. Up until that moment, I’d forgotten all about that particular silly bridal tradition.

Lilly pursed her lips then a look of happy inspiration crossed her pretty face. She reached up around her neck to unfasten the gold necklace she’d worn countless times over the years. Her hands felt warm as she placed the delicate, antique piece around my own throat.

“This locket belonged to my Great-Grandma Tanner. It was her wedding gift from my great-grandfather. She was rumoured to have been quite a spunky lady. I was pretty young when she died, so I don’t really remember her but Mum always said she was a hellion.” Lilly smiled. “In a good way, of course. There aren’t enough hellions in the Tanner line.”

“There is now,” Adele murmured as she disappeared into the closet to dig out my shoes.

My fingers traced the patterns on the locket. I couldn’t remember a time when I’d seen Lilly without it. “Thanks, Lil,” I managed to get out past the tightness in my throat.

She leaned down and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her Tanner-blue eyes sparkled as she pressed her cheek against my own. “I’ve always been glad you and I were friends. I’m even more thankful now that we get to be sisters.”

I pushed back the tears which threatened to overflow and instead patted Lilly’s freckled arm.

Lilly laughed in my ear and said, “Let’s go and get you hitched. I can’t wait to see the look on Dad’s face.”

I, on the other hand, dreaded the look on Gerard Tanner’s face when he realized what was happening on his front porch.

~*~

The ride out to the farm was pretty quiet. Adele seemed lost in her thoughts while she drove. I wondered if she was reliving her own wedding day. It had been a big Catholic wedding in Montreal with all the bells and whistles. Adele looked like a blonde angel, dressed in a fantastic, beaded winter-white sheath. That afternoon as she walked down the aisle, I’m sure she believed her marriage would last forever. It must hurt her now to remember the thrill of that day over four years ago.

I wanted to say something to her, to reassure her that despite her own experience, and despite the broken marriages she saw every day in her work as a lawyer, that there were marriages that could work, marriages that did. Joe and Lilly’s parents were a good example of that. Mrs. Nichol too had been happily married for fifty-five years before her husband passed away. Partnerships could work if both people involved were willing to make the effort. I was just starting to learn that for myself, I wanted her to know it too.

But I didn’t say anything even though I knew I should. Mostly because Adele would probably resent my assuming I knew what she was thinking. She always tried to hide her sadness from Lilly and I, as if we couldn’t understand. Adele never was one for discussing her problems. She always kept them to herself. I was acutely aware too of how ironic my giving love advice to anyone was seeing as I was hardly a paragon of healthy interactions with men.

With a small sigh of resignation I flipped down the passenger side sun visor to fuss with my hair in the mirror. In it I could see the reflection of Lilly in the backseat as she looked out the window with a dreamy smile. It was the expression she got when she thought of Adam. I could easily picture her as the stereotypical blushing bride with him as the handsome groom. I hoped he wouldn’t make her wait too long to make the dream a reality. I imagined eskişehir escort hers would be a simple yet elegant wedding, with the finest food and lots of Tanners to create their own brand of havoc despite Lilly’s meticulous planning.

For my own part I should have been a nervous wreck but there was a strange, out-of-body sensation about the entire day. I never expected I’d ever get married yet the moment got closer and closer as we passed rolling fields of green and red. I stroked the curve of my stomach. My entire life had changed so fast that at times it felt surreal. Somehow it all felt right though, and the thought made me smile.

The one regret I had about the day was that Mrs. N. wouldn’t be there. I’d gotten up early that morning to visit her in the hospital. She laughed herself hoarse when I told her the plan and deemed it ‘damn brilliant’. Joe’s brother Chuck came up with the idea to broadcast the ceremony over webcam so Mrs. N and her granddaughters could watch from her hospital room on my laptop. It wasn’t quite the same as having her there, but it was close.

The others were waiting for us when we pulled into the top of the Tanner’s lane. Lilly and Adele made a beeline for Adam and Nate, who stood talking and laughing. The contrast and similarities between the two best friends struck me again: sinner and saint, both tall, lean, and ridiculously handsome.

But Joe stood apart from the rest, stalwart and silent, his large arms crossed over his broad chest. His auburn hair shimmered in the late morning sunshine. He was clean-shaven and grinning but that wasn’t what caught my attention.

Joe-fucking-Tanner was wearing a suit!

I walked towards him without realizing I’d even taken a step. I’d never seen Joe wear anything but work clothes or jeans and a t-shirt. My eyes flitted over every seam of the tailored charcoal grey suit. Joe looked fantastic, better than fantastic. His white shirt was pristine. Silver cufflinks glinted at his wrists above his tanned hands, and his sea-blue tie matched his eyes. He wore the suit like he belonged in it. I’d guiltily pictured him being uncomfortable in dress clothes, instead he’d surprised me yet again.

Lilly could keep her Adam with his rock-star good looks. Adele could have her blond, saintly Adonis in Reverend Nate. All I wanted today and every day after was Joe, so rugged and sweetly shy as his gaze met my own.

“You look beautiful, darlin’,” Joe murmured as we came face-to-face. He chuckled and his eyes lit up with recognition as he checked out the dress I’d chosen. He took hold of my hand, the one that didn’t have a death grip on the bouquet of hydrangeas, and tucked it into the crook of his arm. The solid muscle beneath the layers of poplin shirt and wool suit was a comforting anchor.

I stood stunned and silent as the others crowded around us to offer their congratulations.

Nate glanced at his watch. “Twelve-fifteen—it’s show time, folks.”

We made a motley crew as we proceeded down the length of the Tanner’s lane towards the house. There was no music save the laughter of Joe’s brothers and sisters, the keening cry of the gulls overhead, and the constant crash of the waves into the bluff beyond.

Joe and I were the only two of the bunch who didn’t make enough noise to be heard half-way to the city. We tromped up the front steps and took our places while Chuck set up his laptop and webcam in just the right place. A few clicks later, he gave us an enthusiastic thumbs-up before he slipped into his spot.

Joe and I stood front and centre with Adele to my left and Matt, as best man, to the right. Behind him stood Chuck and Adam, both wearing huge grins. Lilly and Violet stood with Adele, their expressions were twin mirrors of nervousness. Nate flashed me a reassuring smile and raised his hand to knock on the front door.

It took a moment before the curtain in the living room window twitched. There was a little scuffle behind the door before it opened a crack, revealing a surprised looking Pat Tanner.

“Good afternoon, Mrs Tanner,” Nate said brightly.

She took in the crowd of us circled around her front porch. Her blue eyes flickered over my bouquet and Joe’s hand in my own, before alighting on Reverend Nate and his clerical collar. She gasped.

I think we all held our breath. I felt the tension in Joe’s hand as it clutched mine. I tried to reassure him that everything would be okay when I squeezed back. A strained silence stretched on before Joe’s mother threw the door open wide.

“Gerard! You better get out here.”

The clatter of dishes came from the back of the house followed by heavy, measured footsteps.

“What the hell?” Joe’s father mumbled as he turned the corner into the hall. He froze.

Joe’s face turned into an expressionless mask which I knew hid his fear. I was actually trembling. Matt looked amused, Chuck downright worried. I wanted to turn my head to see what the girls were thinking, but I didn’t dare move an inch. My giresun escort gaze met Joe’s instead. He took a deep breath and gave me a tiny smile. I found myself smiling back.

“Dearly Beloved,” Nate began in a solemn tone, as if this was a normal wedding, like the dozens of others he’d performed over the years. “We are gathered here today to celebrate the joining of two very special people, of two very different hearts.”

Mr Tanner’s eyes widened and he stepped forward into the doorway, but stopped when Mrs Tanner laid a small hand on his arm. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and shook her head.

I didn’t think I’d live to see the day when the giant force of nature called Gerard Tanner would be stilled by so gentle a touch. Lilly started to cry.

Then Joe’s mother did something else which was truly amazing. She turned to Joe and me and smiled. The mood instantly lightened almost as if the sun had come out from behind a bank of clouds. Her big, blue eyes shimmered with tears as she nodded at Nate to continue.

The Reverend spoke then about love. About the love we have for our families and for our friends and about the invisible bonds which hold together the people in our lives. His words were simple, honest, and sincere. When his discourse shifted to the love parents have for their children Mrs Tanner began to sob in earnest. But it wasn’t her Nate was talking to, it was me and Joe.

I felt the small ripple of agreement in my belly as Nate spoke of the instantaneous and deep love parents have for their child. Of the responsibility they feel towards their offspring, how their marriage vows to love and care for each other extend tenfold to the children they would have together.

“We often make mistakes in life, we’re often faced with surprises,” Nate said in his smooth, low voice. “And in the outside world we are judged for those mistakes and for how we react to those surprises.”

“It is only in our home, when we’re surrounded by the people who love us most of all, that we are free from that judgement, that we are supported for those choices and reactions—and in spite of them. Our family loves us for our faults as much as for our virtues, if not more, for our faults are what truly define us.

“Today we see a new family standing before us, and an unlikely one at that. There are probably not two people on this island more different from each other than Joe and Rhiannon, but that doesn’t make them less as a couple. I believe in my heart it makes them more of one.

“They have already faced hardship and a decision which is bigger than the both of them. In light of all the difficulties, despite the surprises, they have stood firm and chosen to do what they know to be right.”

“Love is a wondrous gift,” Nate said as his gaze danced between me and Joe. “We should not question who it chooses. That is why it gives me great pleasure to ask: Rhiannon Elizabeth Barnes will you take Joseph Gerard Tanner to be your lawfully wedded husband, in health and in sickness, in times of prosperity and in times of want, through joy and through sorrow, until death parts you?”

I’d been watching Nate, caught up in the magic of his words and his beatific smile but when he called Joe’s name, my eyes flickered instantly to the man who stood beside me, holding my hand. He was so tall, so strong, and proud. He was the best man I’d ever met. He was the only man who ever saw more to me than just my reputation or my money.

Joe loved me for me.

He’d grown to be the best part of my life and he always, always would be.

Adele hand was at my back and while it felt good to have the support, I didn’t need it. I knew what I was going to say before my mouth opened.

“I do.”

Joe had been holding his breath and he let it out in a mix between a dry chuckle and a sigh of relief. Behind him Matt, Chuck, and Adam laughed. A chorus of sniffles came from the girls. Adele pressed the cool weight of Joe’s wedding band into my hand. We’d bought rings yesterday after leaving the hospital. I’d chosen a slim, delicate one for my own. Joe’s was easily twice the width of mine, solid and strong, like the man himself. I slipped it onto his finger.

“With this ring I take you as my own; my helpmate, my protector, my husband.”

Nate beamed at me when I got the words right then turned his attention to Joe, whose brilliant blue eyes never left my own.

“And will you Joseph Gerard Tanner take Rhiannon Barnes to be your lawfully wedded wife, in health and in sickness, in times of prosperity and in times of want, through joy and through sorrow, until death parts you?”

Joe reached up with his free hand and brushed away the tear that sat on my cheek. I hadn’t even realized I’d shed it until his warm skin met mine. His answered smile wasn’t just on his lips, it was in his eyes.

“Damn right!”

Adam hooted and Matt and Chuck’s laughter were twin echoes of surprised enjoyment. Adele stayed silent but I felt her shaking with amusement behind gümüşhane escort me. Both Lilly and Violet were giggling through their tears.

“Joseph,,” his mother chided in a whisper, “do it properly.”

My bear of an almost-husband actually had the nerve to look sheepish before he leaned down and rested his forehead against my own. “I do,” he whispered. He slid the slim wedding ring down my finger. “With this ring I take you as my own; my helpmate, my treasure, my wife.”

Nate clapped Joe on the back amidst the catcalls and shouts of congratulation. Adele squeezed my elbow so hard it was certain to be bruised while Lilly and Violet chattered on. Everything and everyone faded away except the steady gaze of Joe-fucking-Tanner.

“Well then,” Nate continued with joy in his warm voice. “There’s nothing left for me but to say, very proudly, that by power vested in me by God, the church I serve in his name, and the laws of this good province, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Joe, you may kiss your bride.”

Joe didn’t wait for the good Reverend to finish though—we were kissing well before we were bidden to. His mouth was hot and slick, his kiss both sweet and possessive. I pressed myself against the wall of his chest, crushing my bouquet between us. Joe’s hand met the back of my head as the kiss deepened.

“Lordy,” Nate said under his breath before giving a low, good-natured whistle.

The sound brought Joe’s head up with a snap. His cheeks were stained a deep pink as we both fought to get our breathing under control. For a moment we really had forgotten anyone else was there.

Joe’s father stepped forward into the sunshine which had crept onto the covered porch as the afternoon waned. As always, his face was stoic and composed. The cheerful chatter ceased as father and son stood face-to-face.

He raised his arm and for a brief moment I wondered if he would hit Joe. Another man would have flinched, but Joe stood tall and looked his father in the eye. Instead of a clenched fist though, Mr Tanner presented an open hand. Joe clasped it in a firm handshake.

“You ain’t off the hook yet, boy,” Mr Tanner said in a soft but reserved tone. “But it’s a start. I didn’t actually think you’d marry her. We cultivate the south field first thing Monday. Don’t go sleepin’ in.”

Joe’s mother bustled forward to pat both men on the upper arm, which was about as high as she could reach. “There now,” she cooed. “Isn’t that nice?”

I watched Joe in disbelief. He seemed a bit stunned himself. Matt and Chuck chuckled and Lilly’s peal of laughter rang off the porch timbers.

“Welcome to the family dear,” Mrs Tanner continued as she pushed her way between her husband and her oldest son to stand on tiptoe and plant a kiss on my cheek. “I wish you’d warned me though, there’s nothing to feed this lot except grilled cheese sandwiches.”

A sudden heat rushed to my face when I remembered the last time I prepared grilled cheese sandwiches—or at least tried to. Joe let out a lusty chuckle under his breath as we shared a significant look.

Adam swooped in though and took Mrs. Tanner by the arm. “Never fear, Pat. I was up half the night cooking myself. There’s a veritable feast down the cottage. Even a wedding cake and everything!” He began the parade from the porch down the lane and back towards the little cottage in the cove. The rest of them trailed after, Lilly with her father, Violet skipped along beside Matt, Adele laughed lightly as Nate whispered in her ear.

Chuck moved to the little table where his laptop sat, still broadcasting the proceedings for Mrs. N. She appeared frail and colourless on the screen, but she was grinning. Her granddaughters surrounded her, each clutching tissues and sniffling.

“That was lovely, Rhiannon,” Mrs. N said, her speech much clearer now. “And more fun than one of my soap operas.”

Joe and I laughed. “I’m glad you got to see it,” I said. “I wish you could be here though.”

Mrs. N. waved a spindly hand. “It’s more comfortable here anyhow. You bring me a piece of cake though, and some for the girls too, when you come by tomorrow to talk about the store.”

I knew an order when I heard it. Stubborn old thing, she never stopped thinking about the store.

I knelt down so I was close to the webcam and smiled at her. “I’ll do that,” I promised. I blew Mrs. N. a kiss. “I love you,” I whispered, regretful that I hadn’t told her sooner, glad that I had the opportunity before it was too late.

“I love you too, girl. Now go enjoy your wedding day. You kids have tired me out, I’m about ready for a nap,” Mrs. N said with a chuckle.

The granddaughters scooped up the laptop to give me and Joe their best wishes and cheerful promises to have the store ready to reopen by Monday morning. Chuck took over after I thanked them. He closed the program and packed up his laptop. Then with a half-bow and a big smile, he hurried down the lane to catch up with the others.

Joe and I lingered for a moment on his parents’ porch. My gaze skimmed over the neat flower beds, the row of wind-swept trees, and the shaggy grass which carpeted the lawn until it met the edge of the bluff. It was all so dear and familiar I couldn’t help but smile. I’d always felt at home here, now I truly was.

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Days and weeks went by and John and Trudy continued to titillate and tease each other through their texts. They just never could seem to find any time to steal to act on any of it. The frustration was building in both of them. It got so bad one night, they went and sat in their grocery store parking lots so Trudy could call and hear John’s voice. That was a first for both of them as they guided each other while masturbating in their cars.

Self pleasure had become a daily routine for both, some days multiple releases were required to quench the fires burning inside.

Spring came and one Saturday Trudy’s husband took the kids to see his parents in the city. John came over to Trudy’s house bearing lattes from Starbucks. Trudy was not necessarily an early morning riser and groggily opened the door. She attempted a smile and invited him in. Her mind may have been full of cobwebs but seeing his face sent a charge to her womanhood instantly causing her juices to flow. She could feel the rivulets seeping between her legs.

She sat him in the rec room and realized she had no makeup and had not even brushed her hair. “I must look awful.” she mumbled. “You look human.” John replied as he leaned in to kiss her. She pushed him away and wandered off to the bathroom.

As John sat waiting for her to emerge all put together and presentable in her eyes, he questioned his decision. She had warned him many times that she was not a morning person and he wondered if this had the potential for a “Now” moment? It didn’t really matter as he knew her family would be gone until late in the evening and he really would be satisfied with just hanging out with his friend.

He saw her coming down the hall in a colorful sundress that made her eyes even more brilliant than ever. As she passed the front window, the morning sun beaming through the pane let John know that there were no obstacles under her outfit. Just as she was about to sit beside him, the doorbell rang. “Well shit” unabashedly came out of her mouth.

She looked out the window and smiled when she saw her girlfriend, Pamela standing outside holding something.

She opened the door and invited her in. Pamela knew Trudy was sans family that day and decided to bring lunch. Trudy introduced John and Pamela to each other as Pamela queried “So this is John?”

Trudy quickly explained that Pamela had been her most intimate female friend for many years and that she knew all of the frustrations surrounding her life. She also knew Trudy had a friend named John in which Trudy also confided.

Trudy put the lunch in the fridge and they all sat in the rec room. Pamela had become Trudy’s workout partner at the gym as they both desired to gain control of their lives. This was her intent for Trudy that day. The three sat and conversed and John realized why these two were such good friends. They were so much alike that he easily enjoyed her company. They talked for a long time and decided to have lunch.

Trudy retrieved the wonderful salad Pamela had provided, grabbed some crackers and a bottle of Pinot Grigio. John got the place settings and some wine glasses and all three sat at the table with Trudy on the end and John and Pamela across from each other. The lunch was wonderful and the wine flowed as easily as the conversation. As Trudy was opening the third bottle she explained to Pamela that John had always had a thing for her. “Oh, really?” Pamela questioned as John’s face reddened.

The conversation at that point took a whole different tack as Trudy began to divulge for the first time some of the intimacies shared between John and Trudy. Pamela felt sheer excitement as a wine induced Trudy told how John had done things her husband would think outrageous and disgusting. Trudy’s juices were soaking her sundress and the seat cushions as her tales kept running on but she was unable to restrain herself from sharing everything with her two best friends. Not sure if it was the wine or her new found obsession with sex driving her on, she opened up about everything.

Pamela was holding Trudy’s hand while her other hand was between her own legs stroking herself as Trudy told her tale. When she had finished Pamela took hold of her with both hands. Trudy immediately noticed the warmth that was present in the touch of Pamela’s second hand. She melted when she looked in her best friends eyes. “John is not the only one who has had a thing for you.” Pamela shared while holding her gaze. “I have wanted you for as long as I have known you. I just never had the courage to tell you.”

Trudy’s eyes welled up. She had no idea how to respond to the revelation. “Do you want me now?” were the only words she could speak. Pamela leaned over and just hakkari escort as her lips were about to touch Trudy’s whispered in a deep tone, “Yes.” Trudy melted as Pamela pressed her lips oh so softly against hers.

She had never kissed a woman before. The softness, the gentleness was so different than the raw passion she experienced with John. She had no idea what was going on in her mind but she knew she didn’t want that kiss to ever stop. The whirlwind of her sexual desires was now controlling her, impelling her to experience things she hadn’t even fantasized about.

As the kiss broke she quickly inhaled when the shiver ran through her body. She looked to John seeking his… She didn’t know what; maybe his approval, maybe his acceptance, maybe even for him to rescue her from her out of control self. His eyes were burning with passion as he said “It’s an amazing thing to feel love.” She looked back at Pamela and her eyes were filled with longing desire and Trudy’s whole concept of herself disintegrated.

Trudy stood while reaching for her two best friends hands and slowly guided them to her room. She kissed both of their hands as she turned to face them. John moved to the wing-back chair setting in the corner and quietly sat. Trudy had question in her eyes as she looked to him. “This is a time for for you to discover.” was his answer. She turned back to Pamela and kissed her, unsure if she could make it as sweet and wanting as when Pamela initiated that first kiss.

Pamela ran the tip of her tongue along Trudy’s lips sending pulses to her brain. She slowly lifted the sundress up Trudy’s body and gently lifted it over her head. As it dropped to the floor Trudy realized that she was completely naked while her two favorite friends were completely dressed. She flushed with heat at the complete exposure. She could feel her juices running down her inner thighs. Pamela urged her to the side of the bed and gently laid her back as she once again explored her mouth.

Pamela lifted her tank top over her own head and released the front catch on her lace strapless bra. As her breasts came tumbling free, Trudy thought they were the most glorious site she had ever seen. She found herself wanting to touch them, to caress them, to suckle them as a child. Pamela pushed her running shorts and lace bikini past her hips exposing her clean shaven crotch which made Trudy rise to even greater heights of desire. She wanted this woman. She needed her beside her. She yearned to feel her skin touching her own.

She looked at John as sat in the chair with his hand against his chin as if deep in thought breathing all of this in.

Pamela laid beside her and cupped Trudy’s cheek in the palm of her hand and stared into Trudy’s eyes. Trudy reveled in the sensations of the Egyptian cotton sheets under her and the silky softness of the woman lying beside her. Pamela could feel the heat exuding from every pore of Trudy’s body. She began to softly kiss her face. Trudy closed eyes as she felt those soft lips caress her eyelids. The warmth of her hand still pressed to her face seemed to relax her as a lullaby. The whole world melted one touch, one kiss at a time.

Pamela rested her head in her own hand as she began to gently stroke the skin of this woman beside her. “You are more beautiful than I ever imagined” she cooed in a sultry tone. Tears filled Trudy’s eyes to hear that yet another human being found her beautiful and desirable. She thought of John revealing that and how it overwhelmed her. Pamela kissed the tears as they leaked down her face.

She started caressing Trudy with her fingers with a touch so light, it felt as if they were made of the finest down. Pamela wanted to memorize every curve of this beauty presented before her.

Trudy felt the goose bumps as her body trembled in fear? excitement? anticipation? She wasn’t sure exactly what she was feeling but only knew she couldn’t stop this if she wanted to. This was so different from the raw savage sex she had experienced with John. Pamela was slowly, gently making love to her and she craved for it to continue.

Pamela’s tongue began running lazy circles around Trudy’s breasts, first one then the other. It was so soft and Pamela’s tongue was deliciously moist. As the circles began to move inward as waves on a beach, blood began to fill Trudy’s nipples making them stand up, begging for attention. Trudy’s mind was exploding as she ran her fingers through Pamela’s short cropped hair. This only encouraged Pamela as her tongue finally found what it was searching for. It flicked across the rock hard tip as Trudy began moaning and writhing.

The first orgasm hit Trudy’s body, evidently brought on by pure anticipation hatay escort for no one had touched her below. Pamela giggled with delight at the ease in manipulating Trudy’s body. She kissed her nipple, sucking it in gently tugging at it with her lips. Trudy reeled as her climax was ebbing. She was completely lost in what her body was feeling.

Pamela returned to kissing her, letting her tongue dip in and out of her mouth as her body massaged Trudy’s flesh. Pamela ran her tongue under and along Trudy’s jaw line, driving her into a frenzy. Trudy was kissing and nipping at Pamela’s shoulder as her desire lost all sensibility. Pamela held Trudy’s head tightly against her as her passion kept building.

Trudy instinctively began humping the soft thigh pressing against her ultra-sensitive nether region. Her hips writhing in delight. She knew she would cum again soon with the heat rising from the friction.

Pamela once again sucked in her breasts one at a time, not just the nipple but much more of the flesh. The sensation made Trudy gasp with pleasure. Pamela’s hands reached behind Trudy and massaged the flesh cheeks of her ass, creating even more pressure against her clit. Trudy, unable to restrain herself pulsed her hips faster and faster causing an explosive climax as “Oh my God” came out in a throaty pant.

The tremors and contractions continued while Pamela was kissing the folds beneath Trudy’s breasts and slowly running her tongue down the center of her stomach. Trudy’s hips raised as Pamela came nearer her pussy wanting more than anything to feel that soft tongue stroke her between her lips. Pamela was in no rush though while her lips were exploring all of Trudy’s most sensitive areas, some Trudy hadn’t known existed.

Pamela was sensing Trudy’s anticipatory frustration as her tongue flicked her inner thighs seeking the honey she knew was awaiting her. Even as she arrived and tasted the sweetness oozing from her lover, she stayed at the leisurely pace, gently teasing her labia. Her tongue ran along the outside causing Trudy to shift desperately trying to coerce Pamela to her burning clitoris. Pamela smiled at making her squirm. She lapped at the pool of juices trapped by Trudy’s exposed pussy while she could see her reddened nub pulsing.

The sensation Trudy felt as the assault began on her clit was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It was soft yet violent all rolled in one, Her leg muscles unconsciously contracted pressing her thighs against Pamela’s head squeezing her, holding her in place. Pamela could hardly breathe yet refused to cease the love she was giving to her best friend. Pamela’s tongue ran concentric circles around Trudy’s clit while her lips acted as a seal creating a vacuum causing her clit to double in size. Pamela ran her hands up and down Trudy’s thighs soothing her. Trudy felt it begin when Pamela moved from the circular motion to flicking the tip of her clit, much like she had done when John was in her mouth. She was receiving the female version of a blowjob by her best friend. Her body began convulsing uncontrollably as her orgasm overtook her, Her head thrashed side to side as her fingers knotted the soft sheets in her fists. Her moans turned into a low guttural whimper as even her throat muscles contracted not letting the scream escape. Pamela held her tightly as her tongue kept going, letting Trudy ride the full wave of her orgasm.

When Pamela finally felt Trudy’s leg muscles relax, only then did she cease stroking her tongue. She placed very wet kisses over every inch of Trudy’s exposed womanhood letting her tongue gently clean her lover. As the ascent began, Trudy could feel the heated blood flowing through her friend’s skin. When their lips again rejoined, their kiss was wet and loving. Hands were gliding over both bodies caressing, exploring, giving pleasure.

Trudy had had no concept of how wonderful it would feel to have such softness pressed against her. Her lust had not lessened though. She wanted Pamela to feel the love she had just experienced. She sought out the breasts of this woman who had so completely given her pleasure. She pulled Pamela’s tightened nipple in her mouth as her hand stretched to touch the smoothness of her pussy. Pamela parted her legs, exposing herself as Trudy began slowly stroking and caressing. She held Trudy’s head against her breast.

Trudy’s brain was firing on overload with microsecond flashes, desire, guilt, lust, love, abandonment, all of these emotions hitting her at once. She began moving down looking into Pamela’s eyes the whole time. She wanted to witness the expression of pleasure as she placed each kiss. Pamela didn’t disappoint her as the fire of passion grew ığdır escort in her eyes as Trudy inched closer to her need. Trudy kissed her down to her feet, the whole time watching. As she started back up her legs, she could feel the shivers run through Pamela’s body knowing the release she was about to receive.

Trudy breathed in the muskiness as she neared her lover’s place. She paused as she was kissing her inner thighs, amazed at the thought that she was about to do something she had never really contemplated. There was absolutely no doubt that at this moment she was exactly where she wanted to be, about to please a woman, her best friend in her favorite way of receiving pleasure.

Pamela’s gaze turned from fire to pleading desire as she whispered “Lick me now.” Trudy did not need a second request as she ran her tongue long the edges of her lover’s labia causing Pamela’s eye to roll into her head and shudders to run through her body. Trudy very gently pulled at the lips parting them, exposing the womanly nectar seeping inside. She slowly lapped at the pool as a kitten to milk. With each touch of Trudy’s tongue, a spasm shot through Pamela’s body. Trudy had always enjoyed her own taste but had no idea how wonderful the taste of another woman could be. In her mind she likened it to her favorite champagne.

More than anything else now she wanted to watch this woman cum as she pulled back the shroud hiding the place she knew would bring pleasure. Her tongue darted out and flicked it rapidly causing Pamela to jump. Trudy held her down as she began a back and forth motion over her clit, stopping every few seconds to softly kiss it. Pamela was panting like a wild animal when she begged in a sob “Please don’t stop!” Trudy increased the speed and pressure, driving Pamela insane. Pamela’s back arched forcing her shaved pussy into Trudy’s mouth as wave after wave of her climax took control of her body. Trudy’s mouth was filled with Pamela’s woman cum which she drank in greedily, not wanting to lose a drop. Pamela held her head pressed into her pussy until the shivers of pleasure ebbed from her body. Trudy kept her gaze fixed on Pamela the entire time and smiled a wicked smile as she came up for air.

Once again their lips pressed together melding the taste of each other into one glorious blend, sweet as honey. Their sweaty bodies were cuddled against each other when Trudy was startled. She saw John, still setting in the chair watching. In her focusing on giving pleasure to Pamela, she had lost all sense of his presence in the room. He had not moved, not made a sound, only sat and absorbed the two women making love. She looked into his eyes, seeing him smile with them as he was apt to do and begged him to come lie with them so she could take care of his needs too. “Not this time.” was his simple reply.

For what Trudy did not know, was that John and Pamela had met many weeks earlier at a function. They realized through their discussions that they had a mutual best friend. John very quickly gleaned from Pamela her similar sexual attraction to Trudy. Over several conversations he devised a manner in which he could return the gift Trudy had given him several weeks earlier. He knew Trudy’s husband made this annual family trip to see his parents. He knew Trudy loathed the event and would stay home. He knew that Pamela was willing to jump at this chance. Moreover he knew of Trudy’s insatiable appetite for sex that was leading her to push her boundaries. She found herself trying things she had never thought of in reality. He saw this as an opportunity for her to break through any remaining walls she had constructed in her idyllic so called life around her.

Trudy drifted off to sleep looking at him loving her and feeling Pamela pressed tight against her body keeping her warm.

She awoke a few hours later to find John still in the chair and Pamela gone. A savory aroma filled the air mixed with the smell of sex which made her smile. “What time is it?” she asked. “Six, and time for me to leave.” he replied as he rose and kissed her with the same passion and softness she had sensed from Pamela hours earlier.

She rose as she heard his car backing from the driveway and tottered from the weakness in her knees. She proceeded towards the smell coming from the kitchen, and paused by the hall mirror. As she stood there looking at the naked image, she finally saw just a glimpse of what John and now Pamela saw when then looked at her. She saw a woman, strong, confident, sexual, free to feel and explore. She also saw, what she deemed the not so perfect but knew that the image of being “imperfect” could not rule her life anymore. She quietly ate the meal John had prepared as she sat and cried. They were tears of joy for she knew that this day, she had been loved, not by one but by two; the two most beautiful people in her life, wondering when would be the next time she would say “Now” to either of them for she knew she would many more times.

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A Guy Named Jerry

I’m sitting on a cushion now, sore from one hard night but I have to write you about it. You are going to love this one!

To start, this wasn’t the night I had envisioned but it was so damn fun!

After I left my two sisters by the train station I was going to meet up with my friend Sue and maybe go to a girl bar. Susan texted 15 minutes before we were meeting up. She was too tired to go out. It was only 9PM! Moments like that make me feel so old. How quickly the carefree twenties go by, followed by the fleeting thirties and now the fast paced forties. Ugh.

Sue was once the main lady for all things lesbian. She threw the biggest, the best all night gay girl parties at the hippest venues in the city. And now she is in bed by 9:30. Hard to believe 20 years of friendship and parties have gone by. What a great ride it’s been but I’m not done yet!

I usually don’t mind going out on my own. I like having dinner at a nice restaurant, sitting at the bar minding my own business but still absorb the vibe and energy around me. Last night was different. I wanted company, conversation. I set out into the city with the thought of visiting a few places in my old stomping ground downtown.

The first place was under new ownership with a new name. The age range was at least half of mine. I’m sure I looked like someone’s mom looking to give my kid a ride home. I did an awkward two step out the door hoping no one noticed the out of place 40something woman.

At the next stop the women looked about my age which was a relief but they also looked like they just got off the farm! What was up with that?! I really hate the old lesbian stereo type but in this instance it fit like a glove. I get embarrassed for my people. Needless to say, that place was a no as well.

The last place (I’m starting to feel like Goldilocks) was just the hotel bar where I was staying. I sat in the far corner, ordered a drink and enjoyed the bad theater playing out in front of me – men of all ages shamelessly trying to pick up girls. I can’t even say they were women, they looked too young.

As I’m somewhat minding my own business this guy pulls out the high bar chair next to me and sits down shimming the chair closer to the bar. He smiles and nods “Hi” in my direction. I look over to my left thinking he is saying hello to someone next me, forgetting elazığ escort I am sitting in the last seat at the end of the bar.

We continue our silence. The bartender noticing my empty glass, asks if I would like another glass of chardonnay, at the same time my new silent friend next to me said “Put her drink on my tab.” I guess that was the icebreaker.

We start to make observational comments about the men across the bar from us, picking up two women. Or maybe it was a ‘business’ transaction? The women were beautiful and perfectly dressed – in a whole other league than the two men buying them cocktails. I’m not saying it isn’t possible for two equally pretty women to like two equally below average looking men. I just think it’s highly unlikely.

My new barfriend is from Ireland. He is here for a wedding. He is nice, funny and average looking. Sandy blond hair, blue eyes, maybe 5′ 9″. After the 3 maybe 4 beers he had, he starts to tell me about his kids and his wife leaving him. We talked about ‘his feelings’ and how he wasn’t emotionally there for her. Why- o- why do I attract the men that want to talk about their feelings??!

Anyway, the bar is empty now. The two below average men left with the above average women.

I said “I’m going to bed, nice to meet you,” as I slide off my chair, feeling tipsy. I shouldn’t have had that third glass of wine.

I walk a few steps and for some unknown reason, I think it’s called impaired judgment, I turned and said “Would you like to join me?”

He quickly nodded “yes,” like an obedient puppy.

I wanted some fresh air so I opened the door to the terrace. I went to the bathroom and when I came out he was smoking a cigarette outside. That’s a no. “I hate that smell” I said with disdain. I’m sure my expression conveyed the odds of him getting laid were dwindling.

“I’m taking a shower,” he announced in reply to my disapproving look. “I’ll wash off the smell.”

While he was showering, I took my clothes off in the bedroom. I wasn’t in a rush, I took my shirt, jeans and underwear off like it were any other night. Only this night I was going to have sex with a man. Not something I normally do. I thought about that for a moment while I folded my clothes into a neat pile on the dresser. I then walked naked towards the sound of the running shower. I pulled the erzincan escort shower curtain back to join him. With a glint of surprise in his eyes he said “You are one sexy fucking angel.” I stepped into the shower with a sly smile.

Jerry didn’t waste time. I was up against the shower wall, my hands against the tile, my ass pressing against his growing cock.

He slid his hands up my side and around, cupping my breasts. The shower head above streaming water down my back, lubricating his cock as it rubbed between my ass checks.

I took his hand from my breast, guiding it down between my legs. I wanted to feel his fingers in my smooth shaven pussy. He let out a low moan as his fingers glided over my clit, his cock pressing harder against me.

I’ve never been fucked in the ass but I was so turned on I wanted to try it. With warm water running over me, his fingers playing with my pussy, I spread my legs a bit more and leaned into the wall. He accepted the invitation.

“I am going to fuck you so hard,” he said as he teased my ass checks with his cock.

I responded by moving my ass back and forth against him. I held onto the shower handle, bracing myself for the hard fucking he promised.

He moved his fingered between my ass, finding the holy hole he slowly inserted his finger. I sucked in my breath with this new sensation. My god, I was so fucking turned on, I started to rub my pussy as his finger went deeper.

He pulled his finger out and replaced it with the tip of his cock. He pushed the head in a little and then out, in and out, teasing me again. With the next tease of his tip of his cock, I pushed against his body making his rock hard shaft go deeper in me. He let out a primal groan as he thrust his full length into my ass. I screamed out with the mix of pleasure and pain.

I managed to say “Yes,” as he drove into me again and again. He took over fingering my clit while his cock was buried in my ass. I help onto the shower handle feeling an explosive orgasm rising in me.

“Fuck yes,” he said as he drove deep again.

I could feel him release inside, pumping his cum into my ass. I cried out, my cum dripping off his fingers. He held my hips as he pushed in deep one last time shooting his last drops before pulling out.

We giggled with exhaustion as we stumbled out of the shower erzurum escort and onto the bed.

We were still wet from the shower but we didn’t care. Jerry didn’t waste any time spreading my legs. My pussy was slippery from my explosive orgasm in the shower. He sat back on his feet while he had my legs spread wide, finger fucking me. I moaned, wanting more.

I sat up and pulled his head down between my legs. I loved the feeling of his hot breath and tongue in me. He was exceptional at eating pussy, he should be a lesbian. I pushed his head into me, holding onto his hair as I fucked his face. Jerry lapped up everything I gave as I shuddered and came.

Needless to say, this left him with a massive erection once. I was about to get fucked hard again.

He sat up, face wet with my cum. “You are one sexy bitch.”

I responded by sliding my fingers over my clit while putting my leg over his shoulder.

Jerry pulled my hips in closer as his cock found my pussy. He didn’t need his hand to guide himself in, he held onto my waist as he entered me slowly. He sucked in his breath with the feeling of my tight warm pussy enveloping his thick cock. I think it was a good thing I came so much before, I needed the lubrication to manage taking in his girth.

As gay as I am, I do love the occasional hard cock. There is something erotic and primal about a cock driving hard into me, swallowing it to its base that makes me throb with excitement. Don’t get me wrong, I love pussy and would never abandon a good muff dive for cock.

I didn’t think it would be possible to have another orgasm but I could feel that sensation rising again. Jerry wasn’t pumping in and out. He stayed deep in me, rolling his hips as his entire cock did a little dance inside of me. Dear lord, he was good! I rubbed my clit as we could feel each other reaching another climax. He held my waist, pushing as deep as he go. He arched his back and let out a guttural cry as he let go, releasing his creamy juice inside me. This sent me into a huge orgasm as I rubbed my clit. I know my pussy was gripping his cock tight, feeling him cum more.

He collapsed next to me his chest heaving from that stellar performance. I put my fingers between my legs, feeling his deposit ooze out of me.

Jerry asked for my phone number, I said no. That didn’t stop him from starting to lick and suck my tits again and sliding his hand up and down my soaking wet but sore pussy.

I kicked him out the door a short time later. As he was walking out he said “I want to get to know you better.”

“You just did,” I replied with a devilish laugh.

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They were awakened the next morning by a phonecall. It was Danny, wondering where in the hell she was last night. He had no idea that she was naked while she talked to him, in bed with another guy who was also naked and who had given her her first orgasm just a few hours earlier.

Scott listened to her explain to her boyfriend that she went out with some people. He was staring at her huge tits as she talked on the phone. Her face was so pretty. Scott kissed her cheek, causing her to smile while she talked. A tingle went through her pussy, reminding her of how good she could feel.

“Who?” Danny asked over the phone.

“Scott and another guy.” she answered.

“I can’t believe this,” he said, “you told me you didn’t want to do anything, and than you go out with another guy?” Smiling, Leslie kissed Scott on the lips, holding the phone away.

“We’re just friends,” she said into the phone, “nothing happened, I just felt like drinking with those guys.” Scott was kissing her neck, her pussy was tingling like crazy now, causing her to forget her headache.

“I’m coming over,” Danny said, “We have to talk.”

“Can you come in a few hours Danny, I need to sleep.” she asked.

“No,” he said, “I’m coming over now.” she knew he was serious.

“Well can you give me awhile to get ready?” she asked.

“Ok, I’ll be there in 20 minutes instead of 10.” he said. She didn’t bother arguing. She got off the phone a moment later, sighing. It was exactly 9:40.

“Well, ” she said to Scott, “I’ll be single in 20 minutes!” she laughed. “He’ll be here in 20 minutes.” she said.

“Should esat escort I go?” he asked.

“No,” she answered, “just hide in my mom’s room when he gets here. We shouldn’t be long!” she said laughing. He kissed her smiling lips and she opened her mouth. They kissed softly for a moment, his hands caressing her soft body. She felt his penis grow while pressing against her smooth leg, and her pussy flooded. All the memories of her first orgasm came pouring in, and she needed another one. She was an addict already! So when Scott slid his leg in between hers, she eagerly opened her long legs wider, allowing him to get entirely in between them, giving herself to him. Their lips smacked as Leslie felt Scott grind his long shaft against her wet slit. She broke the kiss.

“You know, we should wait until Danny leaves, we don’t have time right now, ” she said, “we only have about 15 minutes, and he WON’T be late!” Scott reached in between their naked bodies and grabbed his monster dick. He rubbed it up and down her wet slit. “Ohhhhhhh…” she sighed, closing her eyes. He stared at the head of his penis rubbing her pink pussy lips this way and that.

“Do you have a condom?” Leslie asked, “I think we should wear one this time, I’m not on the pill.”

“No” Scott replied, yet still rubbed her slit with his head. For the next minute, they were silent as he continued running his fat head along her horny slit, teasing her clit at every pass. Her breathing was laboured, her legs parted further, and she was writhing slightly against his organ.

“Ok…” etimesgut escort she breathed, “just don’t cum in me this time! And we should pay attention to the door!” Scott moved his cock back down to her wet entrance. He pushed forward. Leslie’s swollen cunt lips parted and sucked in his huge organ. “Ohhhhhhhh…” she sighed, smiling. His penis slid all the way into her soaking wet vagina in one stroke. He was entirely inside her warmth.

“Ohhhhhh God…” she moaned, loving it. She forgot all about Danny, but Scott didn’t. He didn’t want to be interupted, so he was paying attention. It was 9:48. Twelve minutes. Maybe less. He began to slide in and out of Leslie’s slick tunnel.

“Ohhhhhh yes. Ohhhh God I’ve never loved sex so much!” she cried as his 9 inch penis penetrated her again and again. He held himself up on his arms, immediately fucking her hard. She raised her feet in the air helplessly, amplifying the amazing feeling in her pussy. Her humongous tits were bouncing violently with each thrust, he loved watching them. Her head was arched back, eyes closed as she got screwed hard. “Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Ohhhhhhhhhh God! Unh! Unh!” Leslie moaned, feeling her orgasm approach and no longer fearing it, but embracing it. Her feet were flailing in the air as he thrusted into her as fast and as hard as he could.

“…………………..OHHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHH my God! OHHHHHHHHHHH!” she came. Her wet pussy convulsed around his driving penis, gripping at him hungrily. Her entire body was on fire, she couldn’t breath, her orgasm etlik escort was so intense. Scott fucked her through her orgasm.

At that moment, 9:53, Danny was getting into his car to visit his girlfriend, having no idea that a long penis was penetrating her and getting her off.

Scott pounded away at her, watching her expression, watching her huge breasts bounce. Her cunt was so slick, so warm. He began to lose it. He fucked the shit out of her, her moans were so loud. “UNH! UNH! UNH! UNH! UNH! UNH! UNH!”

Danny pulled into Leslie’s driveway just as Scott began to lose it. He pounded her a couple more times as Danny got of his car. Scott pulled his huge penis out of Leslie’s vagina with a slurp. “Ohhhhh!” she cried, surprised. Danny was walking up her steps out front just as Scott came.

His cock spasmed in his hand, shooting a stream of hot, thick, white cum into the air, landing between her tits. Another shot spewed forth, the thick glob landing on her belly, just beside her belly button.

Just then, they heard a knock on the door. Danny had no idea that as he was knocking on his girlfriend’s door, at that very second, a guy was cumming on her belly. Leslie panicked. She watched more cum shoot out, with less power, of Scott’s penis and land in the thick fur of her bush. Scott got off of her.

“Go to my mom’s room!” she hissed, getting up. Her naked body was incredibly beautiful as she stood up. White cum slowly dripped down from between her tits, and just beside her belly button as she scrambled for a tissue. She grabbed some, and quickly wiped between her naked breasts, and belly, leaving enough there to make it glisten in the light, but getting the obvious white stuff off. She threw on a T-shirt and pants, forgetting about the cum on her bush. She went down to answer the door.

Danny had no idea that when Leslie let him in her house, she had another guy’s cum on her bush, and that her cleavage was still sticky.

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Chapter 9 (her)

What was wrong with me? I thought to myself. Plopping down hard on the bed, I ate the breakfast, because I was starving but disinterested. I couldn’t believe that I let this guy practically fuck me! I was angry. Yet, I was still very much energized because of the passion, the attraction, the amount of heat that rose so quickly.

As I pushed the trolley back out door, I reminded myself that he was just with those bimbos last night; then this morning was with me. What the hell was wrong with me?

But he was so attractive, and I’m not looking for him to marry me. I laughed out loud to myself and figured there was nothing wrong with having a fling on my vacation. He lives in London for god’s sake! I tried to convince myself, it’s not like I’ll ever see him after this ever again. After staring out the window at the ocean and giving me a little pep talk, it all became clear that he is what I needed.

I decided to takes things as they come and said softly out loud

“Come what may…”

The phone rang which made me jump out of my skin. Upon answering it expecting it to be James my stomach lurched.

“Miss, your scheduled tour of the island will begin in 15 minutes. Please meet your tour guide at the Surf Shop.” The young pleasant voice stated.

I giggled at this because the thought of going to the surf shop and seeing James both angered me and intrigued me. I thought about this morning and felt myself getting damp again. I shook the thought out of my head. Snatching a backpack of snacks, that I had set out the day before when I scheduled the horse back riding tour, I was excited. With a skip in my step I trotted myself down to the surf shop.

There were only 2 horses saddled up. Surely I am not the only one going?

James came out of the shop clean shaven and showered and gorgeous as ever, wearing a pair of blue jeans that cupped his manhood and a tight t-shirt that accentuated his Pecs. He grinned widely, winked and said

“Good morning, I didn’t expect to see you so soon.”

“Are you the guide of tours too?” with a little anticipation in my voice hoping that he was.

“Sweat heart; that would be me.” This voice was deep, gruff and very sexy. Bruce, the guy from last night came around the corner of the shop.

My eyes opened very wide as well as my grin. I remembered him from last night. We were down by the fire dancing very intimately before James pulled us apart and dragged me away. He had asked me to come to his room with him so we could finish our intimate dance there. Had James not taken me away I may have still been with him even now. All 6 foot 3inches of him was chiseled, tanned rippling muscles. With dark features and dark hair, every inch of him was like a ‘Superman’ flash-back.

He offered his hand and helped me onto the horses back. In doing so his hand slid on my ass and I could have sworn I felt a squeeze. I glanced over at James and saw what I thought was a look of either envy or suspicion of Bruce. I couldn’t exactly tell because just as quickly his face brightened. The next thing I knew James asked Bruce to go into the shop with him and get something. Bruce shrugged and followed him.

All I could hear were mumbled voices. So instead of eves dropping I looked out over the ocean, another beautiful day in paradise. I could hear the bimbos giggling there way toward the shack and I really didn’t want to be around when they would arrive at the shop and flaunt themselves all over James.

What is going on in there? I wondered.

“Bruce?” I called in a sing song voice, impatient and needing to get away from the bimbos. “Are we leaving or not?”

The men came out together and James had a huge smile on his face. Bruce looked disappointed but slapped his mate on the back and said,

“Never keep a beautiful woman waiting” He waved and disappeared back into the shop.

I was definitely confused here. James mounted the horse and started to walk away in the opposite direction of the gaggle of girls. I had eve gelen escort no choice but to follow him and quickly. Bruce tossed him a bag and handed him a bottle of wine as we walked past the entrance to the shack, which he tucked into the saddle bag behind him.

Walking the horses next to each other I asked him, “So now your tour guide too? What about Bruce?”

I glanced back to see him already comfortable lounging on the deck to the shack watching the bimbos walk toward him with a huge smile of delight.

James replied in a fatherly manner, that I remembered from last night; Telling me matter-of-factly that “Bruce isn’t the guy for you.”

“…and you think you are?” I paused, laughed and watched him shrug. “How is it that you so often get everything you want?”

“Lucky I guess.” He smiled at me with that the dreamy crooked grin. He kicked the horse and we went running down the ocean side hooves hitting the waters edge.

We turned shortly after and walked the horses through thick underbrush and sparsely wooded areas along the coast. After about an hour I found that we were in a small gathering of houses like a village, full of locals. The women came running out of their huts showing me their wares to buy. Speaking very quickly in their native tongue I didn’t understand them at all. James came up next to me and bought some fig bars and star fruit paying the lady and leading me farther down the path.

With him in front of me I got the best view of his ass being hugged tightly by the denim that also stretched over his thick muscular thighs. I was lost to the daydream of remembering this morning. I nearly ran him down with my horse at the edge of some rocks. He had swiftly hopped down and said

“We’ll have to walk from here”

Tying the horses to a small tree on the ground and walking over to me, he lifted me down. My ears perked up, I heard rushing water in the background. He tugged on the knapsack and put the food inside. Grabbing the bottle of wine in one hand and mine in the other as he led the way down a tight path between palm tree after tree and into a clearing where I saw the most amazing water fall. Our fingers intertwined and he led me down to a secluded water fall hidden behind several clusters of trees. Finding a flack rock on the edge of the water we set up a picnic, ate and chatted very casually about anything that came to mind. He was very easy to talk to.

The sun was very high in the sky and was hot. He lifted his shirt over his head and kicked his shoes off to dangle his feet in the water. His large round shoulders glistened with perspiration from the increasing heat. James lay back on his elbows with his head nearly in my lap looked up at me. Neither of us brought up the night before or this morning. Although I know I couldn’t get the feeling of his kisses out of my mind. There was no breeze from being back so far in the center of the woods. His damp blonde curls fell into his eyes. I used the tips of my fingers to brush them away and dappled kisses on his forehead gently and playfully.

“Let’s go for a swim.” He said standing and removing his clothing. He stood there naked before me looking very pleased with his body and not ashamed to show it off and dove into the water.

I saw him disappear under the falls and watched the water beat off arms as he raised his hands over his head and called out, “come on…it feels great!”

Sensing my apprehension, “I won’t look.” He said with a smirk.

Noticing his eyes were shut, I peeled off the t-shirt and removed my bra. I felt foolish for being so shy, but felt better that he closed his eyes while I undressed. I slipped out of my blue jeans and panties too. Kicking off my shoes I stuck my toes in the water and felt my nipples harden from the cool wetness of it. Slipping in slowly, making sure he was still not looking I went fully under water pushing away from the rock floating out to the center of the small pond.

The water was gaziosmanpaşa escort crisp, sparkling blue and clear. I could feel the tremors of the water fall vibrate through the pond from the power. I moved closer to the falls into the bubbles that tickled your skin. Against my breasts and bare skin this was the most unusual sensation.

James swam closer to me and pulled me under the falls so that the water rushed down on my head and shoulders. The strength of the falls was so powerful that I lost my balance and tumbled backward into him as to not go under and be drowned. When I opened my eyes we were behind the falls looking out. Like peering out from the opposite side of a mirror, the sheet of falling water looked like rippling glass. The sound was loud but not deafening by any means. My back was pressed against his front as his muscular arms held me about the waist with his chin on my shoulder we both peered out watching not saying a word. I felt my ass against his washboard stomach and he pecked the side of my face. I turn to face him, but I couldn’t feel any floor under my feet. He was standing firmly with the water lapping at his chest. Holding me up and glancing down at my large floating breasts, I laughed, thinking my buoys must be a sight!

James moved his hands under my ass and pulled me to straddle him. My thighs went up in flames feeling his nakedness against my soft creamy skin. His hard cock was pressed between my pelvic bone and his abs. I enclosed arms around his neck and we kissed deeply. With my breasts against his firm chest the skin on skin contact made his cock grow even harder. Kissing and petting each other on the neck and back his hands slipped down and grabbed my ass tugging me down to sit on his cock. The tip of it was swollen and pressed softly to enter me. At the surprise, I clenched and all he could do was press gently and hope that I would let him enter. He shifted so that his shoulders dropped and hand slid farther down my ass and he inserted a single tip of a finger into my pussy. This excited me intensely causing me to shift as well.

He spun me around so the cool hard stone from behind the falls was pressed against my back forcing my pelvis to angle forwards and giving him the advantage of inserting 2 fingers more fully. I gasped and clutched him feeling my muscles tighten and relax.

The water lapped at my nipples making them harder and tingle. I reached down to feel his cock. I maneuvered my hand to fold around it at the shaft and slowly stroking it upwards. He moaned and moved with my motion. I caressed the head and the used the pressure of my thumb to press firmly on the pulsing center vain that ran up to the tip.

His hands were all over me in an instant, cupping my breasts and licking at my nipples, nibbling and smiling, he was enjoying himself. Flicking his eyes up to mine now and again, he was making sure that I was ok with him touching new parts of my body in approval for him to keep going. The water was much warmer now. He ran his hands down the outside of my thighs and tugged them firmly around his middle. Holding my ass in hands he pulled apart my cheeks and I felt his hard cock press again against me to enter me. This motion made me shiver and whimper. Again his hips pressed into mine and the tip entered very slowly. Holding tightly onto him, pressed against the cold stone, I relaxed my muscles slightly allowing the full head to feel the wet warmth of my womanhood. He stopped pressing and I could feel myself opening to accept him. With slow small pulsing motions he inched very slowly into me. I kissed him again opening my mouth mimicking the motion of him with my tongue, then biting his bottom lip. He tilted my hips toward him farther, so this time when he pushed he slid easily right into me. My body shuddered as I felt his hard cock pullout and thrust forward again. Once he entered fully, he paused. Feeling my pussy adjusting to his girth he held it there a moment. Slowly our bodies moved began gölbaşı escort to move in unison.

I am not sure if it was the water, but it was hard to tell how wet I really was. Or maybe the water made it easier to move? I felt weightless. As our bodies moved on each other my breasts pressed hard into his chest and our breathing picking up pace. I could feel every inch of him slide in and out of me like velvet. He placed his hands on my hips and lifted me up and down on his cock controlling the speed and the depth as I clung to him unable to do much else. I nibbled on his neck and ear lobe. My breath and whimpered for him hear how he pleased me. I clenched my pussy around his long shaft as he lowered me down in full hard long strokes. When I opened my eyes for a moment he was looking right at me and those intense blue eyes showed nothing but lust.

He lifted me off of him and in place of his cock I felt his fingers on my clit. Massaging and pinching it between his fingers, my head fell back and we pulled apart as my back arched, pressed my shoulders harder against the rock. Gasping, I unconsciously arched my breasts out of the water, feeling for a hold on the rock behind my shoulders. With my arms over my head there was nothing to grasp on to. My hips were moving wildly to the motion of his fingers tickling my clit and his other hand using three fingers to tease me. Sensing my distress, he moved to pry my thighs away from his waist, unsuccessfully. Unwillingly I didn’t want him to stop; I felt so close to explosion. But he did stop teasing me and unclamped my thighs sliding me to the right.

Here, I was able to place my feet on a ledge and stand on my own. The ledge elevated me so that I was about a foot taller than he was. The water lapped just below my breasts which were perfectly at his eye level. He definitely got an eye full of heaving creamy white breasts staring him right in the eyes. He took full advantage of this and dove into them.

I couldn’t stop the twinges that he provoked inside me as he sucked on my tits. My hands went to touch myself as I moaned in response to my own fingers against my clit. He stepped up on the ledge forcing me to move forward to make room for him. His cock was hard and trying to press into me from behind as he kissed me shoulders and neck and wrapped his arms around my middle coaxing me further to the right. I opened my eyes and noticed a place were I could comfortably stand without drowning. Upon reaching this spot he lifted me again and I was riding him with my arms folded on protruding rock on the side of the cave.

I felt the power of the water fall very close. When I glanced over my shoulder, I saw the water pounding him on the back. The force of the water falling hard from over head filled me with the most intense erotic sensation. I was floating in the water with his large hands cradling the small of my back. His thumbs were on my tail bone and his fingers wrapped across my hip bones as he helped keep my pelvis from floating upwards. I creatively spread my legs apart farther, bent my knees and like sitting on a saddle let him fuck me from behind. I could feel my ankles just above his knees and tried to move my hips in unison with his.

This had to be the most unusual place I have ever has sex. The water was frothy here from the force of the falling water. The energy was intense and the water vibrated all around us. It tingled on your skin and with my legs spread widely the bubbles kept popping like champagne and tickling my clit and nipples. I could barely hold onto the slippery rock in front of me. His hand reached around to touch my clit, I whimpered loudly muffled by the roar of the water falling directly behind us. The pressure built inside me and I cried out with a scream as my body shuddered. I felt my muscles clench around him in spasms as he pounded harder into me. Then with a hard last few thrusts I felt the warmth of his cum fill me.

Slowing the thrusts yet hard and smooth he pulled me back to him so my back was against his chest. Supporting me upright, cupping my breasts, they overflowing in his hands. He buried his face into my damp hair and moaned until the pace slowed to barely moving. Not in any hurry to exit my warm sheath we matched each others breathes which began to calm to steadier pace. Dismounting him he leaned back against the wall next to me and held onto me tightly like I was going to swim away.

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