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“Damn, Nanny, they’ve completely misconstrued everything I said.”

Virginia Watson was, to put it mildly, extremely annoyed. She is a beautiful 29 year-old woman, with a PhD, a tenured position in the London School of Economics, and newly nominated for a Nobel Economics prize for her joint research with an American Economist from Harvard, where she occasionally lectures, for their studies on “Autocracies and their impact on the International Economy.”

Following her 2010 Nobel nomination, the BBC wanted to interview her in depth. The interview had aired a few days earlier, but every evening since, some program made reference to it, or to the ongoing follow-ups. It had been edited in a way that drove Virginia’s anger up to boiling point.

Instead of focusing on her work and her international acclaim for it, the interviewer, a rather homely woman in her forties, had focused on the fact that this beautiful woman, with a very nice figure and natural shoulder length wavy blond hair, was single and had no male in her life.

Worse, the interview implied that Virginia thought that men were either a) too arrogant to treat her as an equal, b) were wimpy and scared of her and became gibbering wrecks in her presence, or c) were interested more in her body than her brain, and she was too smart for such men. And of course, being called ‘Virginia’ totally fed a whole lot of jokes and aroused the imagination of internet trolls.

Nanny smiled. “I did warn you, dear, to stay away from personal questions.”

“I know, but she was really quite sneaky as to how she worked the questions in.”

Ginny, as her close friends called her, had lost her Mum at the age of two and had no real memory of her at all, beyond a few photos. Her father had been dashing and handsome as a younger man and devoted father, taking her to her riding lessons and dancing lessons, and being very involved in her life until she was 10, when a riding accident had led to the horse being shot and him losing his legs.

From then until his death while she was at university, he had been in a wheel-chair. He had made a good living from his books, mainly novels of the who-dunnit genre, or legal thrillers, driven by his own legal background. His first book was published two years after he got his law degree and had not spent long in Chambers, and he had never practiced law since.

Nanny had been with Ginny since her mother initially became ill, and Ginny employed her still, as a companion, mother-figure and buffer against the cruel real world. Nanny knew her better than anyone, warts and all.

Now this interview, not only live on television, but picked up by the press, was portraying her as a gorgeous, super-attractive, super brain trapped in her own virginity. The part of the interview that had been most misconstrued was where she had said that her romantic dream was to find a man who could accept her as an equal, be her equal, and not be blinded by her appearance. A man who was comfortable in his own skin and own his skills. It would help if he were a romantic too, she had implied in the interview, and of course that lead to all sorts of comments in the press and on the internet about her seeking a Prince Charming.

The other suggestion was she wanted to meet a Beast from the City, who would be ‘cured’ of his wicked financial ways by falling for her as the economist Beauty! Clearly, Walt Disney had a lot to answer for!

According to the interview, and the internet trolls, Virginia had never had a date, and never even been kissed. Although the comments about her being a virgin were, factually, correct, she had had dates, just not a major relationship. Actually, if she were honest, not even a minor one.

In her own reality, all she wanted was a man who was able to wine her, dine her, talk to her, amuse her and make love to her as one half of a couple of equal people. Her affection for her father was based, still, even after his death, on his confidence in himself and his education, and yet who still demonstrated his sincere humility.

Pouring herself and Nanny each a scotch, she smiled. “Nanny, I’ve got it. Let’s hire seven dwarves and go live in a cave, and one night when I’m asleep, some passing Prince can kiss me!”

Nanny looked at her over her glasses, which always seemed perched on the end of her button nose, and asked in her droll, pragmatic way, “Is that your first, second or third scotch, my dear?”

In the morning, as Ginny breakfasted, Nanny brought in the mail. For some reason, she always liked to do this by putting the envelopes, unopened, on a silver tray and placing a letter opener carved from a piece of mahogany by her father after his accident on top.

One envelope attracted Ginny’s attention. It was addressed to her using her Professor title, in an expensive envelope with her address typed, but no return address, or any other identification of who it was from. Inside was a typed letter.

‘Dear Miss Watson, My employer, who wishes for Haramidere escort bayan the time being to remain anonymous, would like me to arrange to meet with you in order to arrange a romantic blind date, during which you will be treated like a Princess and will be able to choose if you wish to know the identity of your date at the end of the evening.

I will visit your house at 7:30 this evening. If you are completely not interested, simply have your companion say so to me. Otherwise, let me in and I will provide further details.’

Ginny handed the note to Nanny, who read it through several times. “They obviously know something about you. They know where you live, and they know about me. And you did say last night about wanting a passing Prince to kiss you!”

“Well, it will be interesting listening to how they wish to set up this blind date. They imply I may go through the whole date and not even know who it was with. I wonder how they plan to pull that off?”

Given it was a Thursday, Ginny had two classes to give at LSE and was home mid-afternoon. Nanny had planned an early dinner so they would be completely finished by 7:30.

At 7:30 precisely, the door bell rang. Nanny went to it and saw a woman in her late fifties, dressed completely in black like a house-keeper in period dramas, standing at the door, clutching a purse and an umbrella. “Please come in,” said Nanny, trying to drive the thought of Mary Poppins out of her mind.

“Thank you,” said the lady. “My name for this purpose is Miss Smith. Should I call you Nanny?”

“Yes please,” said Nanny, formally, “come this way.”

Nanny showed Miss Smith into Ginny’s study. Ginny politely shook Miss Smith’s hand, which seemed to surprise the older lady.

“Let me get right to the point, and first let me assure, this is a genuine approach of someone wanting to really meet with you. My employer wishes for you to meet blindly at a masked ball. Of course, he knows what you look like, and he knows your talents and accomplishments, which are the reasons he wishes you to meet him and him with you. Before I make the proposal, I need to ask one very personal question.

When was your last period, and are your periods regular?”

To say that this question surprised Ginny would be an understatement. She looked at Nanny, who looked back questioningly. “My period finished two days ago, which perhaps added to my anger at my television interpretation, and my periods are regular as I have been on the pill since my teens, when they were not regular.”

“That is perfect,” said Miss Smith “The proposal is that you will go, one week this Saturday, to a masked ball at Claridges’. A suite will be reserved for you – at my employer’s expense naturally – and he will also pay for your ball gown and mask, for which I shall measure you this evening if you accept his invitation. During the evening, ten men will approach you and ask to dance with you. At midnight, like Cinderella, you will return to your suite and be asked which of the ten you would most prefer to date.

Naturally, the hope is that you will choose my employer, after which he will be properly introduced to you, to answer any and all questions you may have about him and his background, situation, etc. This way, both of you will be choosing the other, if indeed you do, based upon your own personal, albeit brief, experiences and observations.”

“I see,” said Ginny, “so I may choose no-one, but if I choose the wrong one, I take it they will not be introduced to me, since they are being drafted in as cannon fodder.”

“Put a little bluntly, but basically correct.”

“And having met me, he may choose to not meet me again, after the ball. If the dance did not meet with his expectation.”

“That is also correct. However, he has done much research on you and feels the investment he is making in paying for all of this stands some degree of success, or else he would not undertake it.”

“May I ask if your employer is a professional gambler?”

“Most certainly he is not! He has at various times taken certain business risks, properly thought through and considered, but he is not a gambler, professional or otherwise. Although, I must admit that having worked with him for many years, I have never seen him try anything like this to meet a young lady. So maybe there is a hint of a gambler there, after all.”

“And may Nanny accompany me to help me dress?”

“Yes, although I shall be there too. But there may come a point in the evening, should the plan meet both of your approbation, when you and my employer would prefer neither of us there. A separate suite will be available for that eventuality.”

“And you wish to measure me now for the gown?”

“Yes. Apart from my many other skills, I am an accomplished seamstress, so I can take your measurements. I will not, personally, be making your gown.”

“Miss Smith, please remain seated while Nanny and I retire and discuss Escort İkitelli this briefly. It is somewhat unusual and unexpected.”

“Of course.”

Ginny and her Nanny left the room, and conversed quietly in the kitchen. Nanny’s basic view was “It takes a lot of guts and quite a bit of money to try and pull this off, so why not? He seems a very unique individual. And he is allowing me to accompany you for security.”

“Exactly my thoughts. Let’s put Miss Smith out of her misery.”

They returned to the study. Ginny looked at Miss Smith and asked, “A drink while you measure me? Wine or scotch?”

Miss Smith beamed. “I take it that is a ‘yes’, so I will indulge in a little scotch if I may?”

And so Nanny poured three nice-sized measures of single malt Glenlivet into some heavy cut-crystal glasses, and Miss Smith produced her tape and a notepad. Ginny removed her blouse and skirt, and allowed Miss Smith to measure her fully. She soon had all the dimensions; Ginny’s breasts, full and prominent as they were, her shoulders, all the usual measurements as well as unusual ones. like the distance from Ginny’s hips to the floor, and her height in bare feet. She also got Ginny’s shoe size and the fact that Ginny liked and could handle a 3″ heel when dancing.

Miss Smith made a point of studying Ginny’s body. Her full but firm and shapely breasts with their 36E bra size, her naturally trim waist, and her long, shapely legs with their trim ankles.

After completing the measuring, Miss Smith asked “Could you please give me a little token, such as a handkerchief or scarf of yours that you would recognize, that my employer may return to you to prove his identity?” Ginny found a handkerchief with lace trim and an embroidered initial that had been her mother’s, and handed it to Miss Smith. “Excellent!” was all she said.

Try as they might, there was no way either Ginny or Nanny could draw any information on the mystery date out of Miss Smith. Any question in that direction and she clammed up and took a sip of scotch. All they knew at the end was that the mystery man was a man, and did speak English and was not in a wheelchair.

They did get information that a car would pick them up at 4:30 on the Saturday, 9 days hence, to take them to Mayfair; that a light supper would be served in Ginny’s suite prior to dressing; and that all clothes and lingerie would be provided, including shoes.

*****************************

Later that evening, Ginny lay in bed reviewing the evening. To describe it as ‘unusual’ was certainly an understatement.

Nanny had been with her virtually all her life. At the time her mother started to fall ill, Nanny already knew the family as she was Nanny to Ginny’s mother’s sister. So it was natural when the sister no longer needed a Nanny and Ginny’s mother became ill, Nanny switched families.

Ginny remembered her father in her younger life, prior to his accident. with great affection. He worked from home as an author, and seemed to be able to find some one-on-one time with her every day. Even after his accident, his sense of humor remained. “I got off light – they shot the horse. They could have given the horse the wheel-chair and shot me!” was one of his common comments about the accident. She remembered him as a handsome man even to his mid-fifties, which he was when he died. The cancer only spoiled his good looks in the last couple of years.

Since his death, there had been no major male influence in her life. One or two professors were mentors professionally, but were not involved in her life outside of education. Her Nobel partner was a male, living in the US and happily married. Ginny knew and liked his wife. But being constantly a ‘rising star’ did impact her life in social circles and made dating difficult if not downright awkward. Other women were never, for Ginny, a consideration, romantically.

But laying in bed and considering what she had let herself in for, somehow she could not help but feel her father’s hand in it somehow, from wherever he was now. She wasn’t excessively religious by any means, although she did attend church often, but she could accept somewhere that people went after life was through here, and where they could see, and maybe influence, the lives of those left behind. A thought like that did not challenge her otherwise totally logical mind.

And so, over the weekend and through the next week, life went on, with its lectures to be given, papers to mark, research to do, newspapers and government announcements to be studied, and her once a month column for the Economist magazine to write. But she was not too busy to research Claridges’.

She quickly learned that any style of suite would cost over a thousand pounds per night. She learned that the masked ball was a charity ball for an organization supported by royalty, and that tickets for the ball were five hundred pounds a head, but were tax-deductible. So her blind date was not Çapa escort poor, and considered her worth a noticeable investment. After her treatment at the hands of the press, that made her feel good.

And then there was the ‘after the ball’ considerations. The bit about Nanny and Miss Smith no longer being in her room, but having a suite to go to themselves. It wasn’t just the expense, though. It was the implication that the suite would be occupied by her and her blind date overnight. And that, Ginny was smart enough to realize, would almost certainly mean that she would no longer be ‘the Virgin Economist’ by breakfast!

So that left her considering how she felt about that. Clearly, the first step in the process was to be impressed by the right person – her blind mystery date – enough to identify him correctly. The second step was to receive him in her suite, where presumably he would return her mother’s handkerchief to identify himself. The third step would be for him to admit that he wanted to have a relationship ongoing from there. But ongoing to where?

Did he envisage marriage? Was it to be a long-term affair with benefits but no commitment? Dinner whenever he happened to be in London, maybe with some overnight casual sex? Or just a very romantic – and expensive – one-night stand.

Ginny giggled suddenly, on her own, laying in bed. The thought of having a one-night stand that set a new world record for expense kind of appealed to her, and would make a glorious tale to tell amid all those staid economic professors in Harvard the next time she was there. A story they would find fascinating and shocking all at the same time.

She imagined telling the tale to a silent audience at the top table in the dining room, in an atmosphere where you would hear a pin drop. In many ways, she knew Massachusetts was still somewhat puritanical.

What it came down to, she realized, was that if this mystery date was capable of sweeping her off her feet, out of her clothes and into bed, she was game. As she lay in bed, her left hand went to her belly and started gathering up her nightgown, and she could feel the hem sliding up her legs, her thighs, until exposing her pubic hair.

Her right hand reached down, and her middle finger started to rub along her nether lips, slowly generating the required moisture, and allowing her to bring herself off to a gentle climax. What would it feel like to have that done to her by a man?

*****************************

And so, the Saturday finally dawned. Before breakfast, along with her usual shower and shaving of her legs and armpits, she had trimmed up her vaginal area, so that there was now just a small landing strip above her womanhood, and which was otherwise clear around her vagina. She wandered down to breakfast still in her nightgown and robe. Nanny asked if she was going to take her nightgown and robe with her to the hotel.

“I think, Nanny, that if the gentleman is in my bed, he would prefer me au natural and not wrapped in lace, and as for a robe, at Claridges’, I expect a soft cuddly robe waiting for me for the prices they charge! I shall take clean clothes for Sunday, and also Monday, being an optimist, and leave it at that.” Nanny just laughed.

Nanny was a straight from the shoulder Yorkshire woman, who in a phrase from that area ‘called a spade a bloody shovel’ and was, if the truth be known, not without a few romantic adventures in her own past.

So they passed a lazy day, played some Scrabble, until Ginny needed to dress to go to the hotel. It was a Saturday afternoon in late May, just before the end of term for Ginny’s teaching, and the forecast was for a sunny warm weekend. The ball was the first Society Event of the summer season.

At 4:30 precisely, the doorbell rang, and Nanny opened the door of their house near Kew Gardens. Miss Smith stood there smiling, and a chauffeur sat in a very shiny burgundy-colored Rolls-Royce Phantom Advance. Miss Smith took Ginny’s small overnight case, Nanny took her make-up case, and Ginny, with a smile, saw several lace curtains in neighboring houses flutter a bit.

Miss Smith sat in the front, alongside the chauffeur, while Nanny and Ginny sat in the back. Miss Smith pulled back the glass privacy screen so she could talk to them. “We have you already checked in, and I have the keys, so we can go straight up to your room. You do have a corner suite, fifth floor, with a view down Brook Street. I propose you enjoy a nice hot bath, after which Nanny and I can do your hair, and then order your light dinner. Then we will dress you. The ball starts at 8 and you will enter around 8:30.”

Ginny smiled at the level of organization. She was quite organized and disciplined herself, and appreciated those who were. Was it her date who was the planner, or Miss Smith? That was the question.

They arrived at the hotel around 5:15 and went straight to their suite. It was extremely large, elegantly furnished with Regency style furniture. It had what was described as a ‘couples’ bathroom, and, more interestingly, the bed was described as an Emperor bed. It looked enormous.

Nanny looked at the bed, stood next to Ginny, and in her inimitable Yorkshire style, said quietly, “You’ll be playing ‘hunt the lover’ in that thing in the morning!”

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An older lady from abroad asked if I would write a story about a mature widow being seduced by a much younger man. She had three specific requests. First, she wanted her name and age (58) to be used along with being written in a fashion that didn’t paint the woman as a cock hungry cougar waiting to pounce. Second, she wanted it to be about one of those older women you meet who’s sort of a flirt and giggly by nature. You know the one I’m talking about, an extra pound or two, rather buxom, always a smile on their face and a kind word on their lips. Third, she did not want to preview the story, but rather to wait until she saw her name in the title of a story on Literotica.

I know the boarding house theme is anything but new, you might call this my contribution, adding to the dozens written before mine. The story is short compared to many of my other submissions, but it sure was fun to write. Ella, thank you for trusting me with your idea, I sincerely hope this met your expectations.

Ella’s Boarding House

I felt his cock swell and twitch as he began to slow slightly, his strokes seemingly more purposeful than the hard slamming he’d been doing for some time now. I could feel it pulse and knew my reward was on the way. He’d slowly undressed my older plump body, not making fun of tits that to me always seemed too big for my body, nor the large nipples. Though there are some stretch marks, my breasts no longer stand proud like they did at 25, and yet, he eagerly put the hard nipples into his mouth. Pulling my breasts together so the nipples were side by side, he momentarily sucked both at the same time.

The large cup industrial strength bra lay on the floor along with my rumpled cotton house dress. No sexy lace or frills here, just a simple heavy-duty bra that held everything in place. When he slid his hands inside my waist high white cotton briefs, there was no look of disapproval as I watched him in the mirror, no smirk as my greying bush came into view. I was warm and wet inside, but he would need to make me wet on the outside by other means, preferably his tongue. Moving me onto my back instead of sitting astride his legs he grabbed the waistband of my panties and uttered softly, “lift”, raising my hips he slid them off in one deft movement.

Placing his hands on my knees he opened me completely, I wanted to be embarrassed at my nakedness, my pussy wide open and on display. Anxious for what it had been missing since my childhood sweetheart, my loving late husband Andrew, had died four years prior. Four years of having no one’s hands on my most private parts except me. I’d never been one to pleasure myself, after all, why would I when I had a well-hung cock master disguised as my husband exercising his conjugal rights no less than three to four times a week.

I missed that warm sensuous feeling in my tummy and nether region that came with foreplay. I didn’t think I could duplicate those feelings and sensations by trying to pleasure myself, and at the age of 58 I wasn’t going to try. Reality overtook my thinking process when I watched him put an index finger in my mouth to make wet. Sliding the saliva coated finger inside me he began to slowly move it in and out of my vagina. It took no time before my hips began to raise and lower with the strokes, I smiled thinking that Andrew would have said it was like riding a bike. You may be out of practice, but you never really forget.

As he sucked my rather large nipples, moving from one to the other, I found my fingers had woven into his hair. Slowly, ever so slowly I began pushing his head down my body, my body was on fire, with his finger still inside he softly kissed the pudenda. I shrieked and humped into his face, from that point forward I was his to do with as he pleased. The fingers of his free hand were gently tracing through my bush, it isn’t one that covers my entire mons, it’s rather small compared to some of the girls I see in the showers at the YWCA, but it’s thick with long curly hair. I smiled thinking about how as a young girl I would watch the kittens feeding, their little paws stimulating the udder for her to let down milk. That’s what it seemed like, him slowly massaging my tummy as he was about to lick, urging me toward the ultimate goal, an orgasm.

My tits were splayed to the sides as he withdrew the finger and moved his hands under my thighs, slowly he reached up to play with my breasts. Cupping each one he pushed them more toward the center of my torso, while he was playing I was slowly going ape shit knowing his lips were a breath away from the extremely blood engorged and puffy pudenda he had just kissed. I could feel his warm breath on my pussy at the same time he was squeezing and moulding my tits, sliding the fingers forward he soon had my nipples in his grasp. How did he know I loved them to be tweaked without hurting me, to be pulled and pinched lightly? As he slowly pulled the nipples outward from my body I felt him lick my pussy with the flat of his tongue.

When Escort Sarıyer his tongue neared the top of my slit he moved his hands away from my tits to the inside of my thighs. Using his fingers he opened the labia, splitting the few hairs which grow freely, exposing the bright pink inner labia as well as my hardened clit. I had loved my husband Andrew since childhood, though he had been well hung and took care of my needs, he had never been as patient and detail oriented as Lewis. I was enjoying sex as I’d never experienced it before, I could feel the heartbeat in my clit as blood coursed through it. With my pussy open his tongue wasted no time finding my sweet spot, he would lick and then move, then lick that spot again only to tease and move away from it.

Pulling back to look up he whispered, “Nice pussy Ella, tastes lovely.”

My plump roly-poly hips were automatically rising and falling, I couldn’t have stopped the motions if I’d wanted to. I’d had one orgasm and was headed toward number two when he shifted position again, that was enough teasing for me. I grabbed his ears and stuffed his face right where I wanted it. I heard him chuckle as he busied himself and licked me to a tsunami orgasm. I had never before squirted in my life, I wouldn’t be able to say that anymore. I had both hands on my breasts, squeezing, pulling, twisting the nipples as my body convulsed.

He rose to his knees smiling at me, my girl juices coated his chin and cheeks, I could see droplets of my cream in the upper chest hairs. His hands were on my knees holding them open as he moved forward, I was wet enough from the orgasm that he slid through the pearly gates and into my previously dormant love sheath with minimal resistance. It was just over four years since a cock had been inside me, much less a young virile cock that could respond quickly and keep this older lady in sensual nirvana. As his tall body hovered over my five-foot seven-inch frame with his cock just inside me all I could think about was having him balls deep.

Then I remembered back to the night I gave my maiden head to Andrew, it was the first time for both of us. Though we’d talked about the moment of pain and discomfort I would feel, neither of us were ready for my reaction as the thick head of his dick broke my hymen. I let out a screech and immediately passed out, it scared Andrew so badly he pulled back and waited for me to recover, wanted to know if we should stop. I took his face in my hands and admonished him.

“Bullshit Andrew, you popped my cherry, you’re damned sure going to finish this.”

It seemed like the same thing was happening again forty some years later. The large head of Lewis cut cock was slowly opening my vaginal walls wider and wider as he pushed forward. I giggled internally picturing a V-plow on the front of a county truck pushing through drifts of snow. I could feel the walls of my pussy hugging tightly, caressing his cock, inviting it to go deeper, wanting it to open me completely. Lewis was just slightly bigger than my Andrew had been, I was being stretched in the same manner my late husband had done for years, and then some.

I smiled to myself as a thought floated through my head, ‘Just because this pussy is 58 doesn’t mean it can’t still suck the life out of a well-endowed young man. A well-endowed and obviously experienced young man of 23 years.’ I gave a sigh of happiness when his pubic hair meshed with mine. Lots of ladies talk about their “bush”, though mine was thick and curly, it had never been much more than a small patch, but hubby liked it, so I liked it. My young lover stopped when he bottomed out, looked at me and asked.

“Are you okay Ella, should I continue?”

I answered by pushing my hips into him and whispered, “Give it to me. Your cock feels so good.”

Lewis obliged, a nice slow rhythm to start, then increasing speed slightly which took me over the top another time. As I relaxed and came back to earth, I began pushing into him with vigor, he took the hint and began to pummel me with that hard as steel rod between his legs. They weren’t short, frenzied strokes, no siree, they were long and deliberate. Having increased speed he was still withdrawing to the head before slamming it back into me, god I loved that feeling. The end of his marvelous cock almost touching the cervix as the head opened me again and again.

My tits were rocking back and forth with every thrust, he was on raised arms looking at me intently, my hands had grasped his forearms as I hung on for dear life. I knew he was close, though I was worn out, I doubled my efforts trying to coax the awaited sperm bath for my vagina. And there it was, the swelling of his cock, the twitch and pulsating that I knew was going to give me what I’d worked so hard for. He slammed forward one last time with such force that it moved my body on the sheets. Then I felt it, his scrotum contracted, I could feel the semen making its way through the urethra destined to paint Silivri escort bayan the walls of my ever so grateful puss.

That alone took me over the cliff one more time. I was aware of my loose body jiggling and tingling all over as the sperm hit my cervix with what seemed like the force of a hose being turned on full blast. I lifted my chubby legs, digging my heels into his ass cheeks, holding his body tight to mine as yet another orgasm ripped through my body. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had that many orgasms in one love making session. Oh sure, it had happened, I just couldn’t remember the last time before now.

His cock pulsed once, twice, three, and then a fourth time before it began to settle down. I could feel smaller contractions as my pussy milked him dry. I wanted this young man to not only remember how strong he had cum, but to want more of this pussy in the weeks ahead. He had triggered something in me from the moment he introduced himself, and now my long dry spell had come to an end. I made an executive decision as he lay on top of me panting, trying to catch his breath without crushing my chest. If he was amenable, I would fuck this young man as often as my body could withstand it until his time in town was over.

Raising off me he flopped to the side, sat up and made his way round the end of the bed. What he did next solidified my decision to screw him more. He leaned down and kissed me tenderly, like a lover on his honeymoon night, then spoke softly.

“Stay there, I’ll get you a warm washcloth.”

I’d hit the jackpot, not only was he fun to be around, not only was he as much a cockmaster as my Andrew had been, and more, he was polite and caring. I wasn’t just a piece of ass, although I already knew I would continue being his piece of ass, he didn’t treat me like one. Yes indeed, after being in my home as a boarder only five days he knew I was his, but he wasn’t dominating or arrogant about it. He was kind and I was willing to reward that kindness on my back or hands and knees as much as I could. There would be no blow jobs with me on my knees, it would be too painful, however, if he was willing to lay back and let me suck his dick in bed, I’d be more than happy to do so.

With me sated he gently washed my girlie parts, making sure he bent to kiss the middle of my mons when he finished. Then kissed and sucked each nipple one more time. I reached up to pat his cheek and softly uttered.

“Thank You Lewis, you’ve made me very happy.”

He stood, “I’d better go to my room Ella, don’t want the neighbors talking.”

I grabbed his hand, “Screw the neighbors, stay with me, please. I’ve had no one to warm my bed since Andrew died. Please, stay with me, you don’t have to screw me again, in fact I don’t think I could take your dick again before morning. Stay Lewis.”

He said he needed to wash but would be back in a few minutes, which he was. It felt so good to have a warm body next to mine once again. As I woke I realized my hand was on his slowly hardening cock, opening my eyes I looked to see if he was awake. He smiled and kissed the end of my nose.

“Good morning Ella. Are you planning to do something with what you have ahold of?”

I was all atwitter, his dick was rapidly filling my hand. I wasn’t going to be able to take another pounding like the night before, at least not until tonight, but I wanted him thinking about me all day. I lifted the covers and scooted down, pulling his underwear off as I did. As he kicked back the covers, I wasted no time putting his cock in my mouth. I had half the shaft in within the first three bobs of my head, I was going fast until he put his hand on my head and slowed my movements.

“Slow and deep Ella, tickle my balls with your fingertips. Mmm, hmm, just like that. You’re a good cock sucker Ella, Andrew must have really enjoyed you. I won’t last long, where do you want it?”

I pulled back slightly and whispered, “In my mouth.”

He chuckled softly, “Mmm, good girl. I could wake up like this at least twice a week.”

I felt the head begin to swell and pulse, I slid back, locked my lips around the head and began to swallow rope after rope of young virile semen. When he was done dribbling I pulled back with a POP as my lips let go of the morning treat. Having heard his comment I decided to try and make that dream come true, waking to a blow job a few times a week would be something he’d remember always.

I watched as all five foot eleven of his tall muscular body exited the bedroom, I would make him breakfast and then settle into my day once he’d let at 6:30. He’d found my boarding house based on a whim. He worked construction and was scheduled to be in our town re-paving a ten mile stretch of black top over the next six weeks. He’d come to find out early in his job that the best place to meet nice people and find out who’s renting was in church. I was serving coffee after the service when a tall guy with a bright infectious Topkapı escort smile approached.

“Hi. Might you be Ella?” I nodded. “My name is Lewis, I’m in town over the next six weeks and I understand you rent rooms. Is that right?”

I hadn’t rented in almost seven months, the last guy was such an obnoxious rectum I decided it wasn’t worth the toll it took on my otherwise peaceful life. Before him the other boarders had all been young ladies who basically used their room to sleep in and nothing more. I offered food and laundry services, but all had declined. Oh, one did have me do her laundry once, what she called underwear I called thin strips of cloth that covered nothing.

Looking at his toothy grin and relatively innocent looking face I answered. “How about this. You take me to lunch at Lulu’s Diner and we’ll talk about it.”

I couldn’t believe my ears, why had I said such a thing? I didn’t know him from Adam. And yet, something inside told me he was okay, that I could trust him, that it might be good to have a man in the house. For whatever reason I was at ease with him. My husband had always said I was flighty and what he called ‘silly headed’ from time to time. I’ve always been gregarious and extroverted, what I called and thought of as kidding, had been seen by guys as flirting in my early years. I quickly learned to dial it back a notch or two once I was married, yet here I was, no longer married, a widow, and found myself behaving verbally like I had as a teen. I lost sight of him after that and as I made my way to the front of the church to leave there he was, sitting on a chair waiting. He stood and extended his hand as a greeting.

“I apologize miss Ella, I didn’t properly introduce myself earlier. You looked awfully busy. As you know, my name is Lewis, Lewis Morison. If you would like references, I can provide you with the phone numbers of other places I’ve stayed.”

As he shook my hand I gestured with the other toward the door. He got a step ahead of me opening it, then offered to drive. I laughed.

“Lulu’s is a half block away, we can walk.”

Over lunch we talked of this and that. I asked how long he’d been working construction, his answer surprised me.

“Since I was 16. My dad and older brother own the company, I started working summers as soon as I got my license. Dad doesn’t go out and actually perform labor anymore, he’s 76, my brother is working a project two towns over and I’m here.”

I had a curious mind, “So are you running this job then?”

He smiled as he settled back in the chair rubbing his tummy, the kid had eaten like a horse including not one, but two pieces of pie.

“Nope, that’d be Uncle Earl. He’s my dad’s brother, I just finished my degree in business management and dad wants me working with the crews for a year or two before me and my brother take over. He says working with these guys full time will teach me more than four years of college. I have to say, I think he’s right.”

My curiosity continued, “How old are you Lewis, you don’t look like you’re hardly out of high school, and yet you just graduated from college.”

“I’m 23 miss Ella. And before you ask, I look for a B &B or boarding house everywhere we go. I don’t wanna be at the motels or campsites where the rest of the crew is, too much drinking, too much noise, I don’t get any rest. And I have to say, I’ve met some very interesting people in the process. Pretty ladies like you.”

Out of instinct I lightly slapped the top of his hand, “You’re a silver-tongued devil young man. I am in no way pretty any longer. I’m greying and have extra baggage I can’t seem to get rid of no matter how I eat or exercise.”

His answer startled me, at the same time it pleased me.

“How old are you miss Ella? You look to be mid-fifties. Is that close?” I nodded. “Well I think you’ve earned the right to have a little extra padding here and there, after all, it’s part of the natural process of life. At least I think it is. Ma says that her biggest enemy in life is gravity. So excuse me, but I don’t see you as old and frumpy.”

I sat staring at him a solid minute or more before I spoke. “The room is 100 dollars a week if you only want somewhere to lay your head. It’s 175 a week if you want meals with me and I’ll do laundry for you once a week. It’s yours if you want it.”

I felt like a silly schoolgirl thinking about the double entendre, “it’s yours if you want it” could easily misconstrued as sexual in nature. I realized I was flirting and he never batted an eye. He smiled as he stood, extending his hand for mine.

“Would you like cash, check or debit? I can do any one of those.”

As we walked back to the church I told him I had one of those online bank apps where I could take payment through my phone. He liked that idea and told me he wanted the whole enchilada, 175 a week. As I lay in bed that night I chastised myself for being so flirty, the way I had been as a much younger woman was coming to the surface without me summoning such feelings. I would need to behave and not give this nice young man any wrong ideas. I was at the kitchen table slurping on my coffee and checking to see if I’d heard from any of my kids via email when he rounded the corner turning into the kitchen. Sitting across from me he smiled.

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“You can do what you like with me,” Arlova had said to Rubashov, and he had sacrificed Arlova because his own existence was more valuable to the Revolution — Arthur Koestler, Darkness at Noon.

My name is Sarah; loving wife of the late John, who was called to God after a nineteen-month struggle with an aggressive brain tumour. Our shared faith strengthened us through these tough times. For many years we attended the nine o’clock Sunday service as husband and wife and continued, even when John was wheelchair bound. We only stopped in the last few months when I was unable to care for him properly and he needed the specialised attention of a residential care facility.

It was as I was walking to the church, in the year after the year of John’s passing, that I received a most disturbing vision; a vision that troubled my soul. I am a Christian woman, whatever a Christian woman is, and was preparing for my weekly devotions. The vision was as uplifting to the soul as the devotions I was preparing myself for.

It was a man; Rodolfo was his name. He was of the proper age for an infatuation; tall, with blue eyes, grey hair, suntanned, and of firm body.

From that time, so as not to offend God or mammon, I was determined to remain a Covid-19 safe distance from him and bid no more than a respectful goodbye when we took our leave at the entrance to the church. Nothing more – my heart was beating too fast. It was doubt about his intentions, and my sad emotional state, which drew me towards this mysterious gentleman, who so much reminded me of my late husband.

A fellow parishioner told me that Rodolfo was once a high-ranking government official in the consular sections of the Embassies of the Argentine Republic. He was rumoured to be the younger son of a wealthy family; a serial seducer of women; a man with a romantic and religious soul; a dabbler in the black arts. Although rarely seen in public with a paramour, he was said to have once been caught in flagrante delecto with the wife of an influential member of El Jockey Club de Buenos Aires.

For these sins, real or imagined, his punishment was to remove him far from the genteel society matrons of Buenos Aires. And, from the not so genteel ladies that plied their trade along Avenida Santa Fe at night.

These confessions disturbed me, for I was afraid that the gentleman would cast a spell over me, and I would be unable to resist his charms as a good Christian.

Each week, without fail, I encountered him on my way to the church and repeated the same question, “Sir, are you waiting for me?”

“Yes” he invariably replied “for seven days I have waited to see you. God knows that this day He has favoured me with His goodness and allowed me to find you on the way to His House, and I can tell you everything my soul feels for you. You will be happy to hear my words. You have gained my admiration.”

“Do not bother me, I beg you, Sir. I am very sad, and I don’t deserve to bother anyone with my sadness.”

” ¡Dios mío! It is certain that you are suffering. But anything is possible.”

These conversations, such as they were, continued, for thirteen consecutive Sundays. He walked me from the entrance to the parking area to the entrance of the church. His parting words were lost as I hurried into the church and found safety among a flock of prim matrons already seated in the herded congregation.

Although fluent, some of his expressions were not that of a native English speaker; this added to the enchantment because his manner of speaking was so formal, even old fashioned. This combined with his deep knowledge of philosophy and religion, was making it hard to maintain a safe distance.

I tried not to show too much interest in him, whatever his interest in me was, for it was not possible to calm my heart when he was near me. When he looked at me, excitement coursed through my veins, and I sensed a sweetness that filled his heart. It was as if I was being deflowered by silent madrigals ringing in my ears.

In vain, I tried to avoid him on my way to the church, but he always found me and walked and talked with me, oblivious to the glances of inquisitive Sarıyer escort bayan gossips. It was impossible to remain for so long in doubt as to his intentions, whatever they were, around me every week.

Then as suddenly as he had first appeared, he disappeared, as if into a black hole from which no word of him could escape. As the months passed without seeing or hearing of him, I started to feel more cured of this sinful longing.

I dared not ask any-one what had happened to him. My heart would fill with a joyful exuberance when I thought of him; this would give me away. Occasionally when I walked alone to Sunday service, thoughts dark and romantic of him returned.

It was one Sunday morning. about six months after the cruel disappearance, as I was walking to the church, that I sensed the presence of a darker spirit. I was being shadowed by an apparition, tall and handsome. As the apparition got closer to me, I could make out the visage and was unable to stop profanity escaping my lips.

“Heavens above. Damm you.”

“Sweet young lady?”

“Yes, but how is it possible after all this time, it truly is you?”

“Yes, I am the old gentleman, who waited at church for many Sundays and walked with you from the curtilage to the parvis; and that you confided in, telling me how your heart was broken from the passing of your husband; do you not remember me.”

“Oh, of course I do, Sir. It is Rodolfo, Mr. Rodolfo!”

“Yes, it is me, who in vain have tried to know you for a long time, do I not merit your confidence?”

My face turned red, and I remained mute. I was at sixes and sevens and had forgotten to properly show my anger at his cruel disappearance and reappearance from my life.

He came closer to me; looked at me, like he was examining a laboratory rat. Then he took me by the arm and said: “Let us sit in a place where they can’t see us; I will tell everything to you; to the only one.”

My anger flew away, for I believe in the forgiveness of sins. I followed full of happiness, infinite happiness and at that moment my heart was made whole again.

We found a more secluded place.

He remained silent for a brief time and after looking intently at me said: “I wanted you from the first day that I saw you.”

“Why did you not come to the church anymore?” I replied flustered by this sudden outpouring from this old man.

“Because I had to return to my wife.”

“Your wife?”

It was as if a cataract of chilly water had hit me… Rodolfo married… what could I say?

“You are married?”

“I was, the result of circumstances not of our making; we have produced no issue and have not cohabited for many years. The poor lady took ill last year and needed my support as the life slipped away and she was returned to God. I did this until the very end; she is at peace now. I have returned now sweet lady.”

I have long practice of how to hide my sorrow, without anyone knowing how to feel sorry for me. However, this time my eyes began to well up with tears. I too had lost someone I loved.

“Please, sweet lady, do not shed sorrowful tears because of that. Hear me out, meet me after the service and I will explain everything to your satisfaction, you have enchanted me.”

With that he bade me “Vaya con Dios” and left me to attend to my devotions, as if I could, in my confused state. That day, the service seemed to go on for longer and longer.

The service finally over, the congregation spilling out, I saw him at the far end of a line of parked cars. Was he waiting for me? I looked around and hurriedly walked over to his car. “Quickly” I said in a confused state “what if gossips were to see me getting into a gentleman’s car unchaperoned?”

We left quickly and continued in silence until we reached the sombre grey townhouse where he lived. I had not intended for us to be alone in his house, but I was aroused by the mystery surrounding him and curious to lean more. A gentleman of his age should be safe enough.

As soon as he ushered me inside and led me to the sitting room, he took me by both hands, fixed his eyes on me, and said, Silivri escort “I am tortured by physical desire for you, sweet lady. I can think of nothing but your beauty, your young lithe body. I hate that; I must struggle to repress it. Do you forgive me?”

It thrilled me that he should feel like that about me. He had always been so cold, so reserved, so opposed to sentimentality — to the kisses and endearments that I would have so liked.

I was carried away by emotion for the loss of my husband and felt sad for the loss of his wife. I did not want to know about his disappearance for fear it would break the spell he had cast over me. I would give myself to him, allow him to take possession of my body in arousal. This he sensed and raised his arms around my neck, lifted my face to his kisses, whispered something sweet and inaudible.

He began kissing my soft warm mouth. He touched my bare arm as if testing my resolve. I was overcome by the warm sensual sensations. I let his hands dance over my clothing.

“We will adjourn to the bed chamber, sweet lady. Come with me, mi amor, undress, and enjoy perfect happiness in our nakedness together. Come with me to Elysium!”

It was more of a carefully worded statement than a simple request. He was a clever seducer and almost certainly knew that once I entered his house that I was not going to make him trouble if he entered me.

I followed him into the bedroom and slowly started to undress while he kept his eyes fixed firmly on me. I unbuttoned my blouse, folded it, and placed it on a chair near the bed. Stepping out of comfortable court shoes, I pulled down my pantihose and placed them neatly under the chair with my shoes. Then, I froze as the enormity of what I was doing dawned upon me.

He was good – broke the ice without hesitation, unbuckled my belt, and pulled it through the skirt loops, saying “We may need this later?”

What did he mean?

I let him unsnap my brassiere, pull the straps down over my hands, and throw it on the chair. He was in a hurry to cup, fondle and kiss my newly released breasts. I pushed him away, but he just stepped back momentarily as if nothing had happened and said, “What shall we remove next?”

Without waiting for me to reply he undid the zipper on my skirt, let my skirt fall to the floor, motioned me to step out of it, and told me to place it neatly folded on the chair.

“You are a sweet lady, Sarah, and I know you want to please me. Now let me gaze upon your body.”

My immediate reaction was to raise my right hand to cover my naked breasts and shoot my left hand down to better obscure the outline of my pantied pussy – the classical Venus pudica to protect a lady’s modesty

“This false modesty only increases my desire for you, my sweet lady, you have nothing to fear from me. Now, take your hands to your side and let me gaze upon your pudenda.”

It was then that I noticed him starring at my untrimmed mound, partly visible through my lace panelled panties. Embarrassed, I fled for the safety of the bed and pulled the covers over me. It was going to take me a long time to get comfortable with the idea of being naked with Rodolfo, because that was not how I was raised. You did not do sinful things like that except, perhaps, with your husband. And to be your husband in the eyes of God, you had to be married in the church.

Rodolfo sensed my embarrassment, for he said to me, “We are single man and woman in the eyes of God; there is no specific prohibition in the Holy Bible against carnal intimacy between an unmarried man and an unmarried woman. Is it not written in 1 Corinthians; A wife is bound to her husband as long as he lives? But if her husband dies, she is free to be married to whom she wishes, only in the Lord?”

This was a very liberal interpretation of the Bible, and I grasped at it; after all I was almost naked, in his bed. I wanted Rodolfo to bed me and swear his love for me.

Caught up in the tender trap he had so well prepared for me, I whispered, “Yes” and steeled myself to lay back and think of England.

What was his response? It was to remove his Escort Topkapı shirt and shoes, drop his trousers and pull a stiff dick out – I could hardly believe the latent sexual energy resident in this old gentleman! Right in front of my face it was! And he placed one hand on the back if my head and firmly, and with almost certain knowledge that I would consent, inveigled his member onto my pursed lips.

“Submit to me, my sweet lady, it is permitted to do this. I am your most ardent swain, and it is surely sanctioned by our shared faith to care for our most intimate needs.”

My husband used to tell me that I was good at fellatio, and no-one had complained of my performance before I was married. But it was a stiff challenge to get back into the swing of things and jiggle his stiffy into my mouth and down my throat after long abstinence. I sucked his dick as I had been taught, licking the head from inside my mouth and nibbling up and down along the shaft. At the same time, I was gently squeezing his balls as best I could with my free hand.

When I judged his dick was hard enough and I was ready, I said to him “I am not very fertile at this time so you can come inside me if you want Sir.”

My vagina was lubricating, and he had my saliva all over his dick; it slid easily into me, considering this was my first time in over three years that anything mentionable, apart from my hairbrush handle had been in there. As soon as head of the dick entered, I jumped forward as I had almost forgotten what a hard penis felt like.

I jumped, I squirmed, and I ignored the bruising he must be inflicting on my internals. I was over-excited.

“Quieten down girl, I am taking it easy on you. If it hurts, we can negotiate or, in extremis, you can demand immediate withdrawal.”

It took a few minutes or so of him being still for me to get used to having a penis in me again. When he proceeded to push in, I got more and more excited. I told him “You may go deeper.” I wanted him to place his full measure inside me. When I was loosened up and he started humping me full measure, my head would not stop spinning.

“Go ahead, Sir. Take your time. I won’t stop you.”

I could hardly believe how tight my vagina was in enveloping his penis and afterwards how intense my climax would be. But, at that moment when he started to really enjoy the humping he was giving, I climaxed! In doing so, I screamed so loud that he said, “quieten down girl, we don’t want the neighbours to hear you, do we?”

No-one had seen me enter the house; the neighbours were not applauding the performance; and he was not stopping until he was finished. All was good. At one point I felt that I could time his pulse from the throbbing of his cock inside my vagina, I had never felt so full.

When he finished his business, he got off me and said, “Lie still girl, while I go and clean up.”

Panting, perspiring, and pussy full of this man’s seed, I turned onto my side, wiped myself with a tissue, and waited my turn in the bathroom. I had my back to him when he returned and yanked my legs to flip me belly down on the bed.

“Why did you do that, Sir?” I asked.

He laughed and said, “We have been intimate. I like that you address me as Sir. It shows a good Christian upbringing on your part, and a readiness to submit to my lawful demands. Thank you, girl.”

Having gone from ‘sweet lady’ to ‘girl’ was demeaning, but if this was the appellation he wanted to use, I saw no reason to dispute him. Experience with my late husband had taught me that it was an effortless way to feed a man’s ego. He could be Sir Lancelot for all I cared, and I have been called worse things than ‘girl.’

“You have just willingly submitted to coitus with me and now I am going to discipline you.” And with that I felt something cold and sensual running across my bare bottom, or ‘ass’ as Rodolfo liked to call it. Next, came a light blow across my bare buttocks, inflicted by my own belt!

“You hit me for no reason, Sir,” I said, “and you said we are both single; it is allowed in the Bible.”

He smiled again, “It pleases me” he said. He passed his hand over my bare buttocks, as a man might caress a dog.

“Next time it will be harder, girl.”

And that was the beginning of our liaison. I felt inferior to him and struggled with my Christian tenets; but still he was a good man, an enchanter, and like Arlova, I knew that he might do what he liked with me.

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Chapter Four

“Now,” she said, snuggling against me, her hand flat against my chess, just touching, “you tell ME a secret”

“Hmmmmmm,” I said, looking up at the ceiling, “something no one else knows?”

“Of course,” she said, smiling at me.

“Okay,” I said, closing my eyes, knowing I was smiling as I thought back.

“After my grandfather died my grandmother and I shared a bed for three months,” I said.

“Oh my,” she said, “tell me.”

“Well,” I said, getting my thoughts together and thinking back, “it was actually my great-grandmother, my mother’s grandmother. I used to spend the summers with her and when my great grandfather died I went to the funeral.”

I paused, remembering, and she said, “and?”

“You know how it is at a funeral,” I said, “chatting with relatives and friends you haven’t seen lately. Making small talk. Reminiscing. My cousin Margie, the pretty, tall blonde who had claimed my virginity, took me aside and said, ‘you need to take care of her tonight,’ nodding at gramma.”

“So I said something brilliant and witty like, ‘take care of?'”

“She grinned then, that knowing grin that always made me feel stupid, and said, ‘yes, when this is over and we’ve all gone, you stay here with her.'”

“And I realized what she was telling me and said, ‘Margie!?'”

“And there was that grin again and she said, ‘yes Davey, you stay with her and take care of her. She needs it.'”

“And then she was gone. Off, mingling. I didn’t see her again for years.”

“I went to gramma and said, ‘about ready to relax?'”

“She looked up at me, smiled, and said, ‘yes, please.'”

“Things were slowing down, we had already buried him and were at gramma’s house, you know, mingling. I did the dinging-on-my-glass thing, feeling VERY adult, and said, ‘Just a couple of memories before I chase you all out and let gramma relax.'”

“It felt funnier than I had expected, all of them looking at me. Many I had known since I was a boy but some were strangers. But anyway, I soldiered on.”

“‘Grampa had some wonderful lessons for the son of a single mom,’ I said to the group. ‘He taught me to drink whisky in the front seat of an old Chevy pickup,’ and there was laughter and plenty of ‘hear hear.’ And he taught me that women are special, something I imagine he showed gramma every day,’ and I looked down at her and she was smiling with tears almost gently running down her cheeks.”

“‘Now,’ I went on, ‘thank you all but now please let me clean up and let gramma rest.'”

“There Sarıyer escort was another ten minutes or so as final condolences were wished, final hugs exchanged, and finally it was just gramma and me in the house.”

“I went to her, put my hands on her shoulders, and asked, ‘are you okay?'”

“‘I’ve been better,’ she said, and the little smile was very forced.”

“‘Come on,’ I said, taking her hand and leading her into her bedroom, ‘lay down and relax, I’ll clean up.'”

“Her fingers were trembling so badly she couldn’t get the top button of her high-necked funeral dress unbuttoned. She stopped trying, dropped her arms, hung her head, and said in a very small voice, ‘help me.'”

“So I did. There were about a bazillion tiny buttons on the damn dress, I stopped trying to count after the first jillion. But my fingers were steady and I got the damn thing unbuttoned. When she just sort of stood there I thought of what Margie had said and went ahead and eased it off of her shoulders, down her arms, and then folded it and laid it on the chair.”

“And then I turned and looked.”

“She was one of those dumpy old women with immense boobs. I mean seriously, IMMENSE. Her special order bras I learned, later, were 52LL. And she looked so damn sad, standing there, I couldn’t resist just taking her into my arms and holding her.”

I took a deep breath and sighed.

“And I realized I wanted her. I wanted her RIGHT then. I wanted her sexually and immediately. It was MY fingers that were trembling as I started on the eight, yes, eight, hooks on that bra. And her breath was catching as I did it, her fingers digging into my back. I finally got that goddam bra unhooked and pulled it loose and those massive tits of her laid on her belly.”

I jumped when LaVerne touched my dick, now hard again, and giggled.

“Go on,” she said, her fingers light where she was tickling.

I got myself under control and went on.

“They were amazing,” I said, “immense. It was like they started at her shoulders and ran all the way to her belly. The funny thing was, the nipples, pretty average I think now, were tiny on all of the skin. Her belly was big, not huge but big, and the pantyhose were stretched taut. So I got to my knees, lifting her foot to get her shoe off and forcing her to grab my shoulders for balance. Then the other foot, making her giggle a little as she sort of tottered when she switched feet. Then the pantyhose, leaving her only in a pair of Escort Silivri granny panties that would have made a fairly good parachute for a pretty good-sized monkey.”

I stopped for a breath.

“I stepped back and deliberately looked her up and down, smiling when she blushed a little. So I closed the distance and took her in my arms. It was an interesting embrace, looking at each other, not sure what was next. But when she put a hand behind my neck and pulled me down for a kiss it was pretty obvious.”

“And it was a good kiss. Our tongues met and I could taste a hint of the wine she’d had. But it was her body, the way she arched against me that got to me.”

“So I took my clothes off, quickly, and helped her into the bed. She giggled and pointed at my erection. ‘What do you want with an old woman like me?’ she asked. I didn’t say anything, I just crawled into the bed, my erection showing my interest better than words ever could. And she was ready too. Her scent didn’t lie and when I touched between her legs she was slick and ready. So I climbed aboard and took her.”

I chuckled then and said, “hold on, I need to get something to drink,” and went into the kitchen and got a couple of beers.

Back in bed, throat damp again, I continued.

“The first time wasn’t very good,” I said. “Hell, I was 18 and it had been a while. When I apologized she giggled and said I had just paid her a great compliment. But the second time, about a half-hour later, was much better and the third, an hour after that, brought her to orgasm for the first time. She was one of those big women who sweat a lot, and she was running with sweat when she started sort of grunting, and with every grunt, I could feel her body tense under me and her orgasm wetting us both. Since it was my third time in just a couple of hours I kept at her as the grunts got louder until she ended with sort of a squeal and I thought she lost bladder control.”

She was sort of giggling then, and said, “Oh my.”

“So I stayed with her until August when I had to go back to school,” I said.

“Wait a minute,” she said, “this was supposed to be a secret nobody else knew. Surely your family knew.”

I chuckled and said, “patience, O Impatient One.”

Another sip from the beer and I went on.

“Yes, the family knew I was living with her,” I said, “and I suppose at least some of them knew of our sleeping arrangements. But trust me, NONE of them knew of gramma’s kinky side.”

“Oh?” she said, Topkapı escort bayan “kinky?”

“She went a bit nuts, I suppose,” I said. “Got into the whole ‘merry widow’ thing pretty damn hard. Within a month she was, well, playing with her new toy I guess is a good way to say it. I had slept late one morning and when I went into the front room she had a friend over, her name was Kitty (short for Katherine it turned out) and they were sitting in the front room. ‘Good morning, baby,’ she said and crooked her finger for me to come over and kiss me. ‘Kitty, this is David, David, Kitty,’ she said by way of introduction.”

“I mumbled something, ‘pleased to meet you’ or something, and went in to get some coffee.

“Davey,” she said, and from her tone, which was getting to know pretty well, I knew something was coming, “Kitty doesn’t believe how lucky I am.”

“I suppose on some level I knew what was coming so I set my coffee cup on the coffee table and went to her.”

“‘See what a good boy he is,’ she said as she pulled up the hem of her dress and spread her legs. And I got down on my knees, with this old woman I had just met watching, I brought her to orgasm with my mouth and tongue.”

“When she finished, leaving my face slick and my hair lank, she sighed, patted me on the head, and said, ‘now take care of Kitty, honey, she’s a lonely old woman too.'”

“I turned and my new friend was sitting, scooted forward on her chair, her dress hiked up to her waist. So I crawled to her, I had learned that gramma liked me to crawl to her, and I buried my face in the hairiest pussy I EVER saw and pleasured her as she sat there. Her control wasn’t as good as gramma’s and she actually peed a little when she climaxed, but I didn’t let that stop me from bringing her along for a second and third.”

I grinned at LaVerne then.

“For the rest of the summer, I was, basically, a boy toy for these two old women who had become, in a term I learned later, ‘sexually disinhibited,'” I finished.

“And THAT, sweetling, is a secret nobody else knows,” I said, grinning.

She looked at me for a long moment, just looking, no particular expression on her face. Then she broke into a smile, pushed my shoulder to roll me onto my back, straddled me and took me, cowgirl style, bend down to kiss me, and said, “what a good boy.”

My control was pretty good and I held off until she came, her breasts swaying with her movement. I was watching her face and liked the way her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth opened a little when she made her cumface.

I was still hard, inside her, as she leaned forward, slowly, settling onto me, her belly and her breasts soft and warm against me.

She was sighing, softly, contentedly.

“Now,” I said, my hands light on her back and ass, “tell me a fantasy.”

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Lincoln Parker…a work of fiction, adult version

Friendly Neighbors, Three women, Pay A Visit

Prelude:

It was early fall, pleasant out as the heat had broken when my door chimes rang. I went to the door and there to my surprise stood three neighborhood wives, Urvashi, Sonji and Wendy from next door and around the corner. The first two were sisters I had met when I helped Urvashi when a redneck contractor had bumped her car with his truck then yelled at her it was her fault when I was watching. I interceded and stopped him, called the police and he got a ticket, gave his insurance info to Urvashi who was a very quiet woman who stopped crying and thanked me with a hug and later introduced me to her family socially which included Sonji who lived two blocks away.

As a 70+ widow with three dogs it was rather a pleasant surprise to see them and I invited them in to see what they had to talk about with me. That answer did not take long to reveal itself after I offered coffee and we all were in the kitchen while I made three lattes for them to go with mine and chit chatted pleasantly. Once with lattes we went into the sitting area of the great room and Wendy spoke up, saying they had all been at one of Urvashi’s Smoothie Shops she owned when they overheard a heavy set lady and her friend discussing the merits of older versus younger lovers. They said the gal had disagreed with her friend admitting she had an older lover who was a photographer who had magic fingers and other parts and was the best lover she had ever had but which the pandemic had stopped. Both women were married but in terribly loveless unions for years. When the two women left these three friends had sat together and dished over what they overheard. Each of the three revealed their husbands had lost complete interest in them spending all their time traveling, making money and being gone a lot, possibly even having girlfriends. I knew that Urvashi and Sonji were in arranged but outwardly successful marriages from the social interactions we had previously had and it was news to me that the blonde, Wendy, had issues with her husband. He was a golfer and away quite a lot as well. There was more lacking than that I was soon to find out.

When there was a pause in this dialogue Urvashi spoke up and said the three had pledged a secret pact and wanted to know if I would be in the pact as well as a secret and that the photographer lady had said her lover’s name was Lance and he lived in Rivers Bend on the James and we thought that was you!

I told them it had been and wondered where this was going. So, I asked.

Shy, quiet Urvashi responded and told me the three women had come up with the idea of trying to have some of the satisfaction with sex that the photographer talked about and decided to form a secret sorority amongst themselves, see if I was interested then on a regular basis visit me for sex.

I laughed and asked them if they meant all at once or separately. All at once I said was too much for my age but one at a time, now that was lovely and I could keep a secret. After all, the photographer lady was also married.

All three turned embarrassed and said they had thought one at a time and had already drawn straws for today’s samples and the first lady with me who would go last. Today’s last sample and session Escort Yeşilköy good straw was Urvashi’s. Their idea was that today each would go with me into my bedroom and we would do a short test embrace or more to see if both liked the idea, say, kiss for a few minutes then let me feel them everywhere and they would do the same to get familiar before meeting for a two or three hour session of sex every other week or so as our schedules permitted.

My answer was to give them each a card with my name, phone number and email on it and they each gave me printed notes with their very private info as well in return.

By then I was grinning like an idiot and then things paused.

After a minute or two of quiet reflection, finished lattes, not so shy after all spokeswoman Urvashi spoke up and said that they wanted to start and if I did then I should take Wendy to the bedroom and start to be followed by Sonji and that she would stay for two hours or so if I wanted. She told me that the other issue was that Indian men simply did not have big penis’s..thin and not particularly long and Wendy chimed in and said her current and second husband was blessed with a 3″ penis which grew very little when a boner and she had had the normal 5″ and much preferred it especially if it was thick. That made them all shy again for a second. A lot of intimate info in a short time was being shared.

I wanted. This was as close as a fantasy come true as I was ever likely to experience and willingly embraced this new neighborhood secret outreach!

Chapter one,

Test samples, Wendy

Wendy at 52 is about 5’5″ and trim with probably B cup tits but a nice, round, full ass. She got up, reached for my hand and we went into the bedroom where she immediately tilted her head up and gave me a very deep French kiss with her extremely long tongue while pushing her chest into me and holding my hips against her tummy and moving. I kissed her back and felt her back then when we broke turned her around so her butt was against my stiff dick and felt her tits through her blouse which she unbuttoned to reveal no bra and put my hands on her tits which immediately flicked her nipples. She moaned and her knees buckled saying she had not had another man in 10 years and no sex for the last two with her husband even with his tiny dick and reached around feeling my cock which in my shorts was very full. Before I could even kiss her again she was on her knees with my zipper down and my cock out where she sucked it greedily slurping with hunger. After a few minutes I pulled her up, slid her slacks zipper down and ran a hand down her tummy, over her blonde pussy hair and felt her clit and very wet pussy lips, inserting two fingers in her and moving them until she was barely able to stand. “Lincoln, you may be a senior and it may not be as big as it once was but a thick 7″ dick is more than I have ever seen or sucked in my life. I want it inside me right now, please?”

Just then the door knock happened and it was Sonji announcing it was “her turn!” Wendy got dreaded and told me she loved it and wanted to fuck me right then but would have to wait her turn till next Tuesday and gave me a peck on the cheek after tucking my cock back in my pants and zipping me up and opening the door for Sonji who gave her a Yeşilyurt escort questioning look. Wendy said something like: “Oh, honey. You are going to love the Magic Man. Your turn dear. Don’t wear him out for your sister who gets the long turn today!”

Chapter 2

Test Samples Sonjii

She stepped inside, maybe 55 years old and all of 5’9″. Sonji had legs long enough to reach her eyebrows and a pretty healthy chest. As the door shut with Wendy on the way home, she stepped forward and greeted me with a hand shake then without waiting longer for her test and sample pulled herself to me and we began kissing. This was the first time I had ever kissed a woman from India and she was fantastic with soft lips, great smells and a hunger that was palpable as it turned into kisses then French kisses and rubbing her tits against my chest and grinding her hips forward into me. Soon I had touched her tits and then unbuttoned her blouse and undid her bra in the front and sucked those brown beauties with really dark aureoles topped by chocolate raspberry nubbin nipples that must have been a half inch long, hard and erect. I sucked and flipped them as she moaned and said things like, “Oh, my Gawd. Oh my Gawd.” Then she touched my cock after unzipping my pants and sucked it until I pulled her up and told her I was going to love making love to her and felt inside the waist band of her slacks, down her raised tummy and through her forest feeling a massive set of cunt lips on her vulva which were wet and slick with want. When I fingered her she lost the strength in her knees and I had to hold her up as she came instantly, saying it was the first time in a long time for her. I laughed when she whispered a sentence in something like Hindi and asked her what she had said. Her answer was: “I am going to love having you fuck (laanat hai) my pussy (yoni) with that magnificent tool and hope you will consider fucking my ass with it with some lube as well.”

My answer was simple: Count on it!

The door knocked and Urvashi soft voice on the other side of the door whispered that their friend Wendy had gone home and it was her turn. Sonji grinned and thanked me, also saying her day was next Thursday at ten a.m. got herself together with one last peck on the cheek and a grab of my dick back inside my pants and a huge Indian grind. I was going to have to learn a little Hindi. My hormones were beyond wild at this point and my stiff cock would not go down.

Chapter 3

Test Sample, Urvashi

When she left a now shy Urvashi waited until the front door closed and then closed the bedroom door and told me she had wanted to do this for a long time but was too shy. I told her the thought had crossed my mind but she was married. Her answer was in Hindi but I could tell it meant she had not had sex at home in ages and ages and was clearly ready.

I reached out for her small hand admiring her serious but beautiful face, skin color and the rather nice set of tits pushing into her blouse which clearly had no bra on or need to despite being 59 years old. She said then that all three of them were past menopause, clean and there was no fear of pregnancy nor need of condoms.

I had thought she would be shy, reserved and maybe even passionless.

Boy, was I wrong about Urvashi when Zeytinburnu escort bayan the door closed and Wendy and Sonjii had left.

She was about 5’4″ tall and very trim dressed very conservatively but when she kissed me it was like two decades of want came out. She waited for nothing, unzipped my pants and found my cock which she stroked moaning with pleasure until she reached below and found and fondled my balls as I was fondling her released beautiful skinn colored and texture tits. She stopped kissing and said something to me like “my God these are the biggest balls I ever saw. They are fantastic. When you cum in me will there be a flood?”

Grinning, my answer was: “the photographer lady loved sucking it and said it was the most cum she had ever swallowed or had in her vagina so I guess the answer might be a yes.”

In short order we were both naked as I sat on the bed looking and touching her brown body with dark aureoles, nipples and a wonderfully dark pair of outer pussy lips which were soaked already with her juices of excitement. When I fingered her clit after eating her pussy a little the clit arose which was at least 1.5″ tall…clearly lovely and very sensitive. I flicked it and she fell forward onto me and whispered, “Fuck me with yur big white dick, fuck me now, right now. I can’t wait to have it in me.”

I did and watched the head split those long, protruding, floppy and engorged vulva lips revealing the pinkest flesh ever and feeling like I was being drawn into a velvet lined glove with her invitation. She lay on top of me with my cock all the way inside her and whispered, “feel my ass with your hand then fuck me hard. I can’t stand it and I want you in my ass before the day is over as well. I did and her titties wobbled and bounced on my chest as we kissed and thrust back and forth, up and down until she had cum twice and I finally shot an enormous load of white jizz inside her. She was like a lioness that had not eaten in a month with hunger for fucking. She just quivered and lay still, head on my neck saying she loved feeling the cum slide out of her pussy and down my balls and her crack. She reached down and fingered some then put it in her mouth, swallowed then French kissed me saying that our fluids were now joined and she was going to love fucking me……her body was warm and sweaty against mine as we unwound then rolled off and lay next to one another where she bent down and started holding then sucking my cock and fondling and sucking my balls with her finger touching my ass lightly until I was hard again. I had been feeling her titties and admiring the great shades of brown colors new to me and complimenting her until I flipped her on her back and her legs opened and she revealed the big pussy that was there on this small woman, inviting me to do the more traditional missionary fuck. When I slid the head in she whispered again, not shy at all, that she knew many of the Kama Sutra positions or those she preferred, the Japanese Shunga positions, and over time we would try them all. She did not know about Wendy but both she and her younger sister, Sonji had before marriage been taught by their mother.

It was going to be a great neighborhood if everyone kept the secret. When Urvashi left that afternoon neither she nor I could walk right as I had fucked her twice myself then used a crystal dildo on her pussy and in her ass twice more. She could barely walk but had a grin a mile wide and left with a kiss saying, “Now that is a smoothie to remember, my Magic Man! In three weeks I will be back, Lover. I cannot wait to see that dick in me again.”

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By Tuesday, Jack had an offer in for the hangers and aircraft. He had also spent an hour on the phone with David. They had agreed that Jack would own eighty-five per cent of the Company, but he would put all the money in for the purchase and initial running costs. David would be given fifteen per cent of the Company. David would be Managing Director, Jack the Chairman. David would still give his flying lessons. Until such times as the new Company became profitable. David would also receive a salary to live off until the new Company started washing its face.

Jack also got a WhatsApp message from Edi; he got it when he was sitting at the Airport on Monday morning; it read, “Good morning Jack, I meant to write to thank you once again for that wonderful barbecue, it was fantastic, I haven’t enjoyed an evening so much for a very long time. I also saw you this morning as you got into a taxi so early this morning, early flight Airport? If that’s is the case, I would have driven you willingly. Jack, I so enjoyed your hospitality on Saturday evening; I felt so relaxed around you. I want you to know that I am sixty years old. I’m looking for someone who I can relax with have some fun with occasionally. Would you be interested in this? I hope that you have a safe trip. I can be at the airport if you’d like me to pick you up. Kind regards, Edi.”

Jack replied from the Airport Departure Lounge, “Dear Edi, thanks so much for your nice compliments; I enjoyed the evening very much as well; it was a great opportunity for the neighbours that wanted to meet and talk. Your age doesn’t worry me; you are a beautiful woman. I’m sure that we could relax and have fun together. The one thing that I ask for is discretion, that’s important for both of us because we live so close together. I only enjoy pleasure, no pain, no S it read, “Dear Jack, we both think the same way, that’s so reassuring for me. I love to give pleasure, and I also love to receive pleasure. What we do together only stays with each of us. I also understand that I may have to share with you; I can live with that. was bevorzugst du eine glatte muschi oder ein busch? I wrote in German, what do you prefer, a smooth pussy or a bush? Kind regards, Edi.”

Jack replied, “Many thanks, Edi, you’re attention to detail impresses me. I hate hair in my teeth so smooth for me. I’m also shaved around my cock and balls. I think that we’ll see both of us sing from the same songbook. I am looking forward to seeing you again. Kind regards, Jack.”

“Jack, I hate hair in my teeth too; I love to give pleasure with my tongue, lips and fingers. I haven’t had cock for over ten years now; my husband had dementia and died eight years ago. I have had several offers of cunt, but I’m a cock person, not a cunt person. However, I still have a powerful libido. I am looking forward to seeing you also. Kind regards, Edi.”

On Wednesday, Jack got an afternoon flight; Jack had used a local law firm to tender the offer. David had arranged for the offer for the hangers to include all machinery and equipment that was in and stored in the hangers. David hadn’t time to take an inventory, so he photographed and filmed everything inside then put seals on all the doors. Early on Wednesday morning, the offer was accepted in principle. Jack, PayPal’d the funds to the local solicitor. The deal was done. David would get the keys when the money was received. David was waiting for Jack at the Airport.

Jack couldn’t believe what was left inside the hangers. The tools and equipment would enable them to carry out any type of aviation repair. There was also three Long Wheel Base Land Rovers used to tow the planes around the hangers. There was also a Long Wheel Base Range Rover used to chauffeur high ranking officers around. It had covered less than two thousand miles. Jack said, “We should use that as a courtesy vehicle involved in private charters.”

Jack and David then went to a local hotel for a meal. Jack was impressed with what David had already arranged; he had got two websites, one for Cargo Passenger Express and the other for CPX; he had done this all online. He also had a Company logo and colour schemes for the planes. Everything could be done in the hangers, and the equipment was there to do it. Six engineers had worked with David and lived locally. They were all available to work on a part-time basis.

David reckoned that all the planes could be repainted by Monday. David had also looked for Insurance cover for the hangers, aeroplanes and liability insurance for cargo and aircraft. He had taken Comprehensive Insurance on the hanger and planes for four times what they had paid for it today. David had the feeling when the replacement value was calculated in the policies would be much more expensive. David was also arranging the phone and Internet connection. There was a Fibre Optic cable Yeşilköy escort bayan connection to the hangers. David also mentioned that the Computer system and printers were still in the offices of the hangers, but the military would have to be informed, and the Hard Drives reset.

Jack was impressed with David, he asked him if one of the single turboprops could be painted for Saturday, and he would use that for his flight on Saturday morning. David told him that it would be finished on Friday. David then dropped Jack off at his apartment. As he was walking in, he saw May coming from one of the lock-up garages. Jack waited for her, then she said, “Hi Jack, great to see you. Is this my lucky night?”

Jack smiled then said, “Do you want to come up?”

“Yes, but let me shower first, I’ve been to my yoga class, and I’m a bit sweaty. Have you any of that delicious Champagne left? I’ll be up in twenty minutes.”

Twenty minutes later, Jack’s doorbell rang, May came in; she was wearing a top and leggings; she wasn’t wearing a bra as her jugs were jiggling beautifully, her big hard nipples were sticking out. Her Camel’s Toe was so noticeable Jack was sure she wasn’t wearing panties. She put her arms around Jack and started tongue kissing him gently. Then Jack felt her fingers at his belt buckle; the May said, “We should get out of these clothes then we’ll see what surprises we have got for each other.”

In ten seconds, they were both naked in Jack’s hallway. May was not messing about. She knew what she wanted and was going for it. May was now stroking Jack’s massive stiff cock the May said, “I was a doctor; in my working life, I’ve seen a lot of cocks, you’re a big boy, I’ve got a nice surprise for you.”

There are blow jobs, and then there are blow jobs; Sandra, Pam and Isa all gave excellent head, May then showed Jack a whole new world. Her lips and tongue were so active; she instinctively knew where every nerve ending was. She was cupping Jack’s heavy balls with one hand squeezing his balls so gently. She was sucking the head of Jack’s cock so beautifully; then, her finger tickled the hypersensitive spot between Jack’s balls and his ass hole. Jack was starting to get completely aroused as May teased and excited Jack’s massive cock. Jack was also grunting and getting noisy. He looked at May’s face; her eyes were sparkling; she knew what she was doing and knew she was doing it well.

Then May squeezed the cheeks of Jack’s ass, sending thrills up Jack’s spine. Her mouth was moving slowly. She wasn’t rushing anything.

Instead, she was taking more and more of Jack’s massive cock into her mouth. Then Jack felt her soft lips around the base of his cock. Then she started to contract the muscles in her throat. May was deep throating, Jack, as she massaged the bulbous head of his cock with her throat muscles. Jack was just about to cum.

Then as the first wave was about to start, May came off Jack’s cock, she squeezed the base tightly, and the wave was halted. May smiled at Jack and said, “Did you like that?”

“May, it was amazing; I’ve never had anything like that in my life before.”

May smiled again then said, “I’m going to give you a lot of little surprises which I’m sure that you have never felt before.”

A couple of minutes later, Jack was ready to cum again; May stopped it by squeezing the base of his cock again. When she stopped him cuming for the third time, Jack was getting frustrated. Then May said, “Do you want me to continue or do you want me to let you spurt your spunk out?”

Jack said nothing; he laid May on top of a Chinese rug in the hallway. He spread her legs; her vulva was smooth and swollen. May purred with pleasure as Jack slipped two fingers inside her wet pussy. May gasped when he teased her hard clit. Jack then started to suck May’s hard left nipple. May loved it. As he sucked her nipple, he teased her hard clit with two fingers. Then May whispered, “Jack, it’s been so long, take me now.”

Jack then positioned himself over May to take her in the missionary position. May wasn’t having it. She went and bent over the hallstand table. She spread her legs wide. She placed her elbows on the tabletop. May wanted it doggy style. Her massive tits were jiggling beautifully as she moved into the position she wanted. Her legs were spread, and May was wiggling her hips invitingly; she said, “Take me, Jack, I want it this way as I want you to fuck me deep and hard. It’s been so long since I’ve had a stiff cock, but I’m glad I’ve waited. I’ve got a lovely thick monster now.”

Jack then slipped the head of his massive cock inside the lips of her warm wet pussy; he felt May tighten her pussy around his shaft. May moved her hips; Jack slid deeper inside her. Jack then started playing with May’s massive left tit as he got into a great rhythm. Their hips were now working as one, May’s hip movements were terrific. She was drawing Jack deeper and deeper inside Escort Yeşilyurt her. Her powerful cunt muscles were tightening around Jack’s cock at the base and head of each thrust. Jack continued to play with May’s tit as he rode. May was responding to this with grunts of pleasure.

Jack was very close; he moved up a gear, he was now pounding into May’s pussy hard and deep. May then moved her right hand started rubbing her hard clit with a lot more than a gentle touch. She was rubbing it forcefully. Jack felt ready to cum. He took May’s other tit into his other hand and started squeezing on both her nipples. May was now moving her hips rapidly, drawing Jack deeper inside her. Jack felt his squirt of spunk shoot inside May’s beautiful cunt. Then May arched her back; she gasped then Jack felt the warmth and wetness of her cum on his cock, which was now squirting his second squirt of spunk inside her.

Both Jack and May climaxed simultaneously, Jack’s cock spurted the last spurt, May tightened her grip on Jack’s shaft, holding him inside her then May, “You are quite a man, Jack, not many men can make me orgasm, I need to play with my clit as I’m being fucked. It was your thick monster that made me cum tonight. What an orgasm you gave me. Most men are selfish; they are in and out lovers. You’re not; you are a thoughtful lover.”

May loosened her grip; Jack pulled his cock out; Jack turned May around then kissed tenderly for a couple of minutes. Finally, Jack said, “You are quite a woman, May. That was wonderful for me. Let’s have some champagne to celebrate our first love session.”

“Jack, my pussy is dripping, let’s use your bidet, or I’ll have our cum cocktail dripping down my legs.”

May looked so erotic as she sat down on the bidet with the stream of water and her fingers washing her pussy. Jack gave her some shower gel; she then used that then rinsed herself. Jack then did the same. Finally, they sat in the kitchen; they were both still naked. May said, “That was good Jack, I won’t need any rocking tonight. I needed that so much. I was happy that I was able to give you some surprises. I can remember the time when I’d be now working on your cock to make your cock hard again, but age is creeping up on me; I’m tired but so happy. Jack, I can be available for you anytime you want. You have got your life to live while I struggle in the boring life I must now live. Jack, we must be discreet; the residents here only excitement these days comes from gossip. You’re the new kid on the block; believe me, they are all wanting a bit of you.”

“May, you’re going to have to share me; I know where you’re coming from. I agree with you we must be discreet. However, I will give you pleasure, and I know that you’ll give me lots of surprises.”

May finished her Champagne then kissed Jack again, Jack was tempted to go again, but May did look tired. May then dressed and left. Jack knew that he would see her again but didn’t know when. Jack then went to bed. He would spend as much time as he could with David tomorrow; he wanted to get a feel for what he was doing.

Jack went into the lounge. On the table were his mail and a note from Alex to say that the Fibre Optic cable had been installed and the router fitted. There was also a card with his WiFi password. Jack got his laptop and put in the password. It was so fast. Jack felt good that it had been installed. He could do a lot of his board meetings online now. Then Jack’s phone beeped; he had a message from Edi, it read, “I went for a walk on the beachfront, and I saw your light on. I’m so happy to see that you’re back. I was wondering if I could cook dinner for you tomorrow night. If you’re interested, let me know what you’d like to eat, and I’ll get it for you tomorrow morning. I hope that you have had a successful week. I am so happy with the Fibre Optic; I got connected on Tuesday. I can now get my German television; it’s fantastic as I was hardly ever speaking German apart from when I spoke with my family in Germany. I was at the stage that I was thinking in English. I am looking forward to seeing you. Regards Edi.”

Jack replied, “Great to hear from you; I’ve had a busy week. I have got involved in a new business quite unexpectedly. Things have gone from an idea on Sunday to a purchase on Wednesday. I love Wiener Schnitzel; if you could cook that for me, that would be great. If you don’t like that, then cook me something that you like. I am happy for you with the television. The Internet connection is so fast now. This will help me as I can now have meetings online, which will mean that I can spend more time here. I’m looking forward to seeing you too. Regards Jack.”

Edi replied, “No problem, I love Wiener Schnitzel, but I only cook it with veal. In Germany, they use pork a lot, but it’s not the same as veal. I have one thing to ask; I was so impressed with your kitchen, especially your Miele units. May I cook it in your kitchen as I Zeytinburnu escort want to try your Miele Steamer? I will bring all the prepared ingredients. Then, I will show you how to cook it if you want. What kind of business have you got involved with? Regards Edi.”

“I would love that, Edi. What time do you need to cook and what time do you want to come up at? I’ve got involved in setting up a small regional airline carrying cargo and passengers. I have a Pilot’s licence but don’t use it commercially. So we will start to build it up now. I have bought a couple of hangers and planes from the military. They are fast and spacious. They can land and take off from a field. The next few weeks will be interesting; I know that there will be a demand for cargo, but the passenger side will need to be built up. Regards Jack.”

“Jack, that’s so interesting; when I was in business in 1990, I bought a Piper Malibu, the Berlin Wall had come down, I had a Jewellery retail business, but we also made a lot of our jewellery, I was quite a good designer. So we bought many shops in the old East, in cities like Berlin, Dresden, Potsdam, Leipzig and many more. The property was so cheap; we had lots of money in the bank, so we bought. In Germany at that time, we owned ten shops; we rented over one hundred and seventy. It was one of the best business decisions I made in my life. When I sold the business, we had over three hundred shops in Germany and over one hundred in the UK.”

The plane was terrific for getting around. I had a pilot, ex Luftwaffe; he was retired, but he was an excellent pilot. I bought the plane second hand on his recommendation. It allowed me to fly to the UK and Germany without any restrictions. It was very safe; if the engine went at 25,000 feet, it could glide for a great distance. When I sold the business, the plane went with it too. You must sell your business by making newspapers and magazines interested in it. They need to sell news locally and what a story you could create. The beauty is if they’re writing about you, then you are getting your name out there, and it does not cost you anything. Can I come at six-thirty tomorrow evening?

I’m looking forward to hearing more about this. It’s an exciting venture. Regards Edi.”

Jack was impressed with the common sense Edi was writing about. That was a good idea and could increase passenger numbers if they used the planes on a part cargo part passenger basis. Jack realised then that he needed to get a user-friendly website up quickly to be incorporated into it. Jack replied, “Thanks, Edi, that’s a good tip. Six-thirty would be great. The Malibu has a piston engine; mine has Turbo Prop, they’re much faster. Hopefully, I’ll be flying on Saturday morning as I need to fly to keep my licence current. I would love it if you would like to join me? I need to sleep now, see you at six-thirty tomorrow.

Kind regards, Jack.”

Jack was at the hangers early on Thursday morning; David was already there with five other guys, he was introduced, but Jack was focusing on what they were doing. He couldn’t remember their names. These guys were workers; they were in the process of stripping down two of the single-engine planes and one of the twins and preparing them for painting. Jack spent his time looking around the hangers; he was amazed at how much they had got for so little money. He understood that the planes had a specific military job to do but to convert them to what David and Jack wanted them for required vision. He looked inside the aircraft; they were in pristine condition. The avionics were the very latest. You keyed in the location you were flying to, and it would fly you there, taking into account wind speeds to give the most economical route.

Jack also looked at how easy it was to change the setup of the planes. He found several partitioning boards that could divide the planes so easily.

Around ten, he had a coffee with David. They discussed so many things. David already had someone working on the website but saw the potential of cargo-passenger setup. David was already talking to Royal Mail and several of the major shipping and packaging distribution companies. He was getting a very positive response. Jack told him about Edi’s idea, then said they should do this after shipping cargo. David was looking at shipping newspapers, this was a declining market, but some people still wanted a hard copy. When Jack left that day, the first single-engine had been painted. It still needed the logo and civilian registration numbers. David already had the paperwork done for these so all the planes could fly when they were painted.

Jack got home just after five; he had enjoyed his day. The more he saw of David, the more impressed he was with him. Jack showered then put on a polo and chinos. At twenty past six, the doorbell rang; Edi was wearing a top and jeans, and she looked gorgeous. She was carrying a shopping basket filled with Tupperware containers. Jack took the basket from her and led her into the kitchen. Jack put the basket on the kitchen counter, then hugged Edi; her kiss was so soft and gentle, her tongue teasing Jack’s tongue. They kissed for several minutes, then Edi said, “Now you know why I came early, Jack. Can I see your pots and pans, then I can get started?”

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Our good friendship of a number of years, always had a suggestiveness and flirtiness to it. Circumstances evolved and the few weeks of that summer took us from good friends, a teasing romance to what was eventually going to be a wondrous sensual holiday. I liked the back and forth we had. The term Silver Fox was completely new to me. The disjointed and often interrupted romance actually made it that much more intense. This chapter is about that tension and romance.

As always, thank you for taking the time to read and comment. Is there more? Of course.

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Platonic-plus would be the best way to describe my friendship with Stefani. We’d known each other through work over the course of several projects and several years. She’d stop by and take me for a coffee break, bring me or the guys coffees or just stop by and chat. Any other sales visit was no more than ten minutes. Stef and I would chat for at least an hour on most occasions.

“Hey, how are you, Zach?” Stefani crossed her legs over, leaning on an angle with one hand up on my office door jamb as if I would have to wrestle my way past her if I wanted to leave.

I imagined feeling down her lovely young body, over her round breasts, either side of her narrow waist, then converging my hands in the ‘Y’ of the tight denim between her shapely thighs. “I am great Stefani, and just became un-busy!” I smiled hoping that I didn’t give away my mind’s fondling.

We hugged and she kissed my stubbly cheek. My kiss landed near her ear. My mind wishfully whispered carnal secret thoughts next to her hoop earring.

Stef was a hazel-eyed cute young mom with lovely wide hips, a narrow waist and firm melon-sized breasts. Business and the products her company supplied were far from my mind. Inhaling the tangy yet tropical flower scent of her perfume deep into my nostrils, I conveniently dismissed the fact that she was younger than my daughter. A natural girl-next-door sweetheart she oozed seductive pheromones. Her clingy earth-toned print blouse was painted over her upper body. Electric attraction coursed through my body. My body language was close to almost feeling sexual without touching her. Stef smirked, one hand on her hip and back arched. I’d forget professionalism and company rules when I spent time with her.

“Zach, what are you staring at?” Stef cocked her head to the side and smirked, then drew me in with both arms wide apart.

Probably our friendship and meshing personalities best describe the connection between us. Normally I might not even pick a girl like Stef out of a crowd. Not a city girl or fashion model, perhaps Jodie Foster like prettiness best describes her features and appearance.

It wasn’t uncommon for us to greet each other with a friendly hug if she visited. We didn’t just talk shop, in fact, usually, our talks ventured into a much more personal level. Conversation flowed easily between us and often she’d spend much longer than she should have, staying and talking to the point that the job site grapevine noted how long that she was hanging around the project offices. It made sense on some level, as we were good customers for her company, but it did feel extended, and being a carnivorous lady-loving male the observations of others didn’t concern me.

“Would you stare if you went to a topless beach?” She provoked.

My mind wandered to the all-inclusive-resort days with my ex, when I used to pick the beach loungers that were closest to the topless girls. “I have really dark sunglasses,” I replied half-answering her question.

We talked for over two hours with our conversation leading to beachwear, sunscreen and topless beaches, when the staticky crackle of the job site walkie-talkie demanded my presence elsewhere.

“As much as I enjoyed the r-rated direction of our chat, I really better go.” In my mind, I cursed the interruption.

“Yes, I need to go too,” Stef’s smile suggested something more.

When she hugged me goodbye her soft moist lips met mine. I tasted her scent this time so close and subconsciously but naturally slid my hands down to her wide hips just above the roundness of her ass. God, I was more than twice her age, what am I thinking?

I leaned back just a little and pressed my pelvis to her warmth. Stefani’s hands mirrored mine. Her small cool hands were on my butt as she also leaned back and straightened her arms. The combination doubling the pressure between my groin and hers. Body heat transmitted easily between the two layers of denim and my cock was erected penetratively. Stefani’s eyes said ‘I can tell you want to fuck me, Zach. I can feel that big pervy cock of yours pressing on me’

This was getting into taboo territory. My look conveyed the fact that I could lift her up on my desk and fuck her right there. “Well, I guess this is goodbye then. I hope to see you soon Stef!”

“See-ya Zach!” She blew me a slow-motion overtly sensual kiss.

I slipped on one of my larger jackets, hoping that my erection would deflate before catching up with my staff.

After successful completion Yeşilköy escort of that current multi-year project, I had the opportunity to jump around a variety of our other sites and cover for staff vacations. A welcome change of scenery. Unknown to me at the time Stefani was scheduled to do her marketing in that area. I can remember to this day the pleasant surprise on each of our faces when she walked into the other project office and saw me there.

“What are you doing here?” Simultaneously we gave each other a big two-armed hug. It felt natural to plant a kiss on her lips. Stefani’s warm smooth lips lingered as her soft subtle body nested against mine. I felt the delicious electricity between her body and mine.

“I’m doing vacation coverage for a week or so.” I smiled still tingling inside from the kiss.

With the pretext of a business meeting, she invited me to a small coffee shop across the street, buying me a light brunch and cappuccino. Stef brought our coffees to a less-well-lit intimate table in the corner of the bistro. Caressing her coffee cup quietly for a few minutes as if her thoughts were more confidential than usual.

When our talk did begin to flow, we talked about her secondary career, which was makeup, where her family liked to vacation, her previous marriage and her current one. Most of the conversation was about Stefani. She was melancholy and pragmatic describing how she was moving into a house with her mom and kids and actually looking forward to the separation from her current soon-to-be-ex-husband.

I sensed in the conversation there was a longing for something else. Maybe a missing part of her life, a piece to the puzzle that she needed. It’s difficult to say. I avoided her marriage drama. “So, what are your goals for this beauty career, Stef?”

She smiled brightly, “Independence to do more of what I want, but I’ve always liked the hair and makeup industry.”

“Well, you always look pretty so that communicates well to prospective customers.” I genuinely complimented her trying not to sound creepy. She fidgeted in her chair after my comment.

“Thanks, Zach.” Steph’s voice softened warmly, “you’re too kind and kind of tempting.”

“Maybe you could come to one of our hair and makeup courses.” Along with the comedic tone, there was a hint of seriousness in her voice.

Kind of tempting, what does that mean? Was she inviting me for extracurricular activities or just teasing me about the makeup. Possibly testing me? “I think I’ll pass, Stef.” I smiled, “plus you’d lose clients fast if I did anyone’s hair and makeup!”

I wish that I’d continued the innuendo but time passed quickly and the work-related text messages were piling up on my phone. “I should, I guess,” I noted reluctantly. Inside I wanted to extend our comfortable conversation for the whole remainder of my workday.

“Yeah, me too.” Stef’s wanting sigh signaling her wish for the conversation to continue and spend more time talking, as well. Outside the coffee shop oblivious to others around us, we engaged in a conspicuously long hug and kiss.

“What kind of wine do you drink, Zach?”

“Red of course.” I looked over my shoulder to see if anyone familiar from the project had seen us.

“I’m going to bring you a bottle of wine!” Stef seemed pretty proud that she was going to bring me a gift.

“Thanks, but you don’t have to do that.” I sincerely did not want Stefani to feel obligated but was also thrilled at the potential meaning of her buying me a present.

“I want to. And I do.” She smiled caringly, “…and – I don’t want you buying me anything!”

Fingertipping the red light at the center of the crosswalk button, I resisted the temptation of watching Stefani walk back to her parking spot. Enough potential busybodies could have seen us together already.

–

Friday was the last day on that site before I switched projects once again and Stefani came through with her promise of dropping off a really nice bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon within a plain brown paper bag. Around us, there was a lot of project activity.

“Thanks, you didn’t have to do that, Stef.” I bemoaned the fact that we weren’t on our own.

“Here!” She said coyly jamming the brown paper bag holding the wine bottle into my stomach. “Don’t drink it all at once!”

She gave me a one-armed hug with the wine bottle trapped between us.

“Careful you might break it!” I cautioned jokingly.

“That would be bad, then you’d have some things to explain!” She pressed her very warm pelvis into my quadriceps.

“So would you!” I felt Stef’s pronounced firm mound next to me and wantingly imagined her grinding her crotch indecently on my leg. I wished she did. I angled my leg, an invitation to feel the contours of her mound and the hardness of her pubic bone grinding on me at that moment.

“Where are you next week?” She asked in a way that made me think it was important for her to know. Her face said she wanted to see me again.

“Over on Ted’s project for a bit.” I turned my Yeşilyurt escort bayan head to the side and raised my eyebrows slightly. Smiling, letting Stefani know I’d enjoy her visiting there as well.

Stef turned around heading out the door, did a movie-star-like hair flip and looked over her shoulder back at me, “Maybe I’ll see you there too!”

I smiled back subliminally transmitting all my lusty thoughts and hoping that our friendship would continue growing more suggestive as the visits became more frequent.

–

Ted’s job site was less active and more towards rural suburbs on the outskirts of town. With the summer sun on full display and my vacation on the horizon, I was utterly bored and counted down the days.

I’m not sure what made me anticipate the message when my smartwatch pinged, but I looked, and it was from Stefani.

‘Are you at another site?’

‘Yeah, Ted’s site’

‘I think I know it text me the address’

‘Gate 6 2020 Grove Court’

‘Okay I’m about 30 minutes away’

With my heart rushing as if I had a critical project deadline, I cleared away the lingering paperwork on my desk and blitzed through a few of my outlook tasks for the morning. I was mid-way through filing an accumulated stack of invoices when Stefani surprised me by arriving early than predicted and peeking through my office door. I was caught mid-way in my cleanup.

“Oh, did I catch you when you are too busy?” She half-joked.

“No, yeah, no.” I was a little caught off guard. Tossing the stack of invoices back in the inbox. “See, there I am done!” Opening my arms, I took a step towards Stef looking at her pretty hazel eyes.

She met my step, wrapped her arms around me and gave me a nice long puckered kiss. Stef’s lips were loving smooth and almost wet feeling. I pursed my lips together worried that I now had lipstick on them. It was everything a kiss could be without having each other’s tongues.

I guess my expression caught Stefani’s eyes. “Lip moisturizer, don’t worry.”

Why would I worry? I thought to myself. I was only perving after a girl younger than my daughter. My eyes examined her lips.

“Here want some more?” She held up the moisturizing stick waving it in her fingers.

“Um okay sure,” I replied assuming that she would give me the moisturizing stick.

Uncapping it she lipsticked it onto her own mouth. Stef pressed into me wrapping her arms around my neck, laying a heavy puckered smearing kiss on my mouth. “Here, how’s that?” Wearing a sassy smile as she tilted her head back.

My penis surged to a ‘look at me I’m right here’ hardness bulging against Stefani’s thigh. “That’s the best way of lip gloss application ever!” I comedically replied fairly certain that she could feel the presence of my erection next to her leg.

“I thought so too!” Stefani smirked knowingly and sat down in the chair opposite my desk. She crossed her legs. Everything she did felt like it was suggestive. “You’re one hot Silver Fox, Zach.”

I squirmed awkwardly for a minute when I sat down, trying to figure out a way to adjust my mispositioned erection without visibly doing so.

“What’s the matter, Zach?” Her eyes made me aware that not only did she know what was going on but also that she was the cause of my erection woes.

“Oh, just my pants are pinching a little.” I conveniently left out the reason why and where they were pinching. I paused. “Thanks to the lip moisturizer application.” My voice teased with a hint of sarcasm.

“Is that all,” Stef stated casually, “well go ahead, adjust. It’s not something I’ve never seen before.”

Seriously? I looked at Stefani’s face trying to read her. My cock however begged for an even more urgent alignment. I stood up and closed the door to my office and pulled the blinds. There was no way that I was going to let anyone else see this!

The aspect of exhibitionism overcame my trepidation. Standing behind my desk, I looked up at Stef’s face as I unzipped my jeans wrestling with a demon of an erection under my boxers, until it was suitably propped to one side.

“Better?” Stefani’s eyes were glued to my boxers.

I zipped up my jeans, doubting that there was that much to see, other than my hand under the fabric of my shorts. “Much better.” The blood flow and sensations in my steely penis felt so in need. I tried my best to appear nonchalant sitting back down again. This felt so exciting having her watch me. I wondered what would have happened had I been nude or revealed more. What would have she done?

“That was exciting!” Stef remarked with a hint of pride.

“Well, you are a pretty good kisser!” I smiled feeling a little less bound up in fabric. My penis begged to be kissed like that.

“So, when’s your vacation, Zach?”

“In less than two weeks actually, but it’s kind of a working vacation, really. One of our suppliers is taking us down to Mexico for a convention at one of the resorts.”

“That’s incredible, I’m going to be in Mexico with my girls at that time!” Escort Zeytinburnu Stef cocked her head, “what resort are you going to?”

“Um let me look it up on my phone, and girls, I thought you had a boy and a girl.”

“No, I mean my make-up and beauty students, I’m hosting a little kick-off party at the Seaside Suites.”

“Oh, just you and the girls, that should be wild!” I continued scanning the phone emails for our itinerary. “I think this is it.” I didn’t bother putting on my reading glasses and handed Stefani the phone. “What does it say?”

Gradually a smile curled up on her face as she read and re-read the email. “Seaside Suites in the Mayan Riviera, you’re going there only you arrive the day after us. On the Sunday, see…” She handed me back the phone.

“You’re kidding, that’s amazing.” Shocked at the opportunistic coincidence, fun then sexy scenarios hit my imagination one after another, like rapid-fire.

“Except that you are going to be in the luxury suites area, lucky guy. I guess your supplier is going all-out!” Stefani leaned over my shoulder close still browsing the itinerary. “What’s your check-in time?”

“It looks like 3:30 pm if the plane’s on time.” I looked back and smiled at Stefani. I cleaned up my inner lusty thoughts silently with a pause. “I’ll definitely show you a good time at the luxury suites!”

“I’ll try and hang out at the luxury suites lobby and catch you when you arrive, so you know where to find us.”

“Oh, I definitely want to know where to find you.” I took a risk and placed my hand over her smaller silky hand taking note of the very purple acrylic nails.

Spontaneously and unexpectedly, Stefani swirled around plopping herself on my lap. “And why would you want to find me?” looking deep into my eyes and putting her arms around my neck. “Zach?”

Spinning my office chair, an infatuous sexual warmth rushed over me. My arms possessively encircled her body pulling Stef closer. “So that I can try some more of that lip moisturizer.” I smiled, “I might need a lot in the Mexico sun.”

Stefani leaned in and kissed me romantically. The pursing and suction of her lips caused my cock to harden fully with her lovely butt rocking on my lap. As it did, she lightly bit my lower lip.

“Feels like something else needs to have some moist lips.” She rocked her hips grinding the pronounced bulge in my jeans.

I smiled, “No kidding, it’s the kisses, Stef!” My usual confidence was being overtaken by how quickly Stefani escalated our encounter sexually. All bets were off now and she was seducing me. The teasing and chemistry between us seemed to be unstoppable.

“I can help with that!” The tone of her voice clearly suggested that she was talking about the tenting within my jeans.

“Really?” Although hoping for the best, part of me was also prepared that Stef was simply suggestively teasing, still.

“Stand up!”

Tentatively I stood from my chair and took a couple of steps around the corner of my desk towards Stefani. A much too young of a woman who liked taking control. That was hot! “You’re insatiable!”

Stefani wryly smiled and took a couple of slow exaggerated steps like a fashion model on a runway until she was face to face with me. I glanced down like a boy at the school nurse as Stef skillfully unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans.

“Are you sure? Stef? I mean we are both… you know, so different -” My cock begged for this, my soul yearned for this, my perverted mind visited every taboo possibility so I stated the words of caution in a barely audible whisper with utterly no conviction. Deep inside I loved how she was taking what she wanted.

“I want this…” While submissively kneeling down, in one motion she yanked my jeans and boxers down to my ankles. Grasping the base of my shaft like a climbing rope, Stef looked up at me with begging puppy eyes and pointed her tongue into a dart, lazily licking up the whole length of the sensitive underside of my veiny cock.

Like a thick wet feather tracing my cum path, Stefani teased my penis into throbbing madness. “Oh my god, it feels, you’re…. ” I muttered, surrendering control of my pleasure to my young lover girl. My knees shook when she flickered her small tongue like a little vibrator carefully circumnavigating the ridge of my penis, lavishing the tip of my cock as if she was a kid licking a new flavour of popsicle.

“I love the taste of your cock, Zach!” Stefani strummed her tongue side to side across the cleft in my cock head curling the corners of her mouth into a smile that said she wanted to please me.

“Oh my god you are diving me wild, I never imagined-” The flicking of her tongue caused my dick to twitch for more attention.

“Imagined what?” She asked looking up at me with those surrendering eyes. “Imagined this?” Stef opened her mouth and despite having trouble with my thickness slowly inhaled my cock nearly balls deep. A soft gagging sound emanated from her throat and frothy saliva gathered around her lips as she withdrew my cock.

A hundred magical fingers seemed to dance over my whole steel-hardened penis while she did her best to swallow me whole. My jaw dropped when Stefani put her small hands on my hips and began bobbing her drooling mouth over my penis. I attempted to fuck back towards her but her hands ensured that she was controlling the clock-like pace.

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The only things that had stayed consistent in Su’s life in the last three years had been Sarah, Charles, and for the occasional ass fuck, Peter. Peter had been promoted. He was now the Chairman of the Committee that Charles had put him into. Charles was getting old; Sarah had told Su recently he would retire soon. Sarah was now sitting on two Quangos; she had told Su that two vacancies were coming up. Su had put pressure on Charles, and Su had got the other position with Sarah. Su had changed things in the Priory; she had her apartment now. Peter had a lounge and a bedroom; he lived in that. He shared the kitchen with Su. Charles was now visiting Su two days a week; Peter was fully aware of what was happening, he couldn’t say anything.

The big thing that was now happening was the Church Fete; it would place on Saturday, three days. Jack was putting a lot of effort into it. One morning, Su told Peter that he had to invite Jack on Saturday evening after the Fete to the Priory for a drink to thank him for all his work. Peter was in no doubt what Su wanted from Jack. He had seen it regularly, Su lusting after young choir members. Peter sensed that Jack would be next. The young ones didn’t last long with Su; Peter didn’t know why and knew that Su would never tell him. Peter also knew that Sarah was a regular visitor to the Priory. Peter wasn’t in any doubt that Sarah was a lover of Su.

Jack wondered what was happening when first Peter invited him to the Priory on Saturday night for drinks. Jack got excited when Su invited him to. Su had her hand, gently squeezing his arm when she asked him. Jack felt his cock stiffen as he smelt Su’s alluring perfume. Jack had put so much effort into the preparations. He was living and sleeping with the thought of the Fete always in his head. Saturday arrived, the Fete opened, the crowds were enormous. The whole day flew past. By three in the afternoon, they had taken four thousand pounds more than last year. At six, when the final count took place, it was six thousand more than last year. Jack and Su were working together, counting the money.

The congregation had been fantastic; they were all volunteers, the site was cleared by six-thirty. Jack and Su had gone into the Priory with the money. There was a safe in a room that was used as a study. Su put the cash inside the safe. She was wearing a summer dress. She showed a lot of cleavage as she bent down. Jack felt sure that she had done this on purpose, but he wasn’t sure. He could feel his cock stiffen. As Su stood up, she was close to Jack; she said, “Jack, I don’t know how to thank you for all the hard work that you have put in. That’s an amazing amount of money. It will help the Parish do so many things. I want you to know how much I appreciate what you have done in making this happen. I find you a very handsome young man. You have given so much of your time to make this happen.”

Su then took Jack in her arms; she pulled him close to her. Jack didn’t know what to do; he could feel the weight of Su’s massive tits on his chest. Her smell was amazing then their mouths met. First, Su buried her tongue deep inside Jack’s mouth. Then Jack’s tongue was deep in Su’s mouth. They tongue kissed for several minutes, then Su said, “You are a beautiful kisser Jack, I love how you kiss. I must be honest, I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time.”

They kissed again; the kisses were passionate; Su had given Escort Şişli Jack confidence when she had spoken to him. Jack’s hand found Su’s massive left tit; he started to feel it; it felt so good for Jack. Jack undid two buttons on the front of the summer dress; her push up bra was now fully exposed, her massive tits looked terrific as they jiggled inside her bra. They both kissed and touched for several minutes, then Su felt the bulge in Jack’s trousers of Jack’s huge stiff cock; Su stroked and squeezed it then said, “Jack, have I made you so hard? I can’t believe how big your cock is. Let’s go into the lounge; we’ll be more comfortable there. Sit beside me on the couch; I feel so good being close to you.”

Jack couldn’t believe what was happening; he had been kissing Su, he had felt and touched her massive tits. She had stroked his cock. They went into the lounge; Father Peter was there. He was drinking a glass of wine; he said, “Jack, I must thank you for all the hard work that you have put in. Su and I both appreciate all your hard work. Come and take a seat and let me get you both some wine.”

Su was standing across from Father Peter, said, “Peter, are all the doors locked? Please go and check as I don’t want to be disturbed when I’m here with Jack.”

Jack and Su sat on the couch; Peter poured their wine then left. Su put her glass on the coffee table then took Jack in her arms; they kissed passionately for several minutes; Jack sensed that Su was hot, but he was a bit concerned about Peter; he had few dealings with him but always considered him a serious man. Then Peter came back, telling Su that everything was secure. Then Su said, “Peter, go to my bedroom and get some lube; I have got the feeling that we’ll need it later. I want to get comfortable with Jack this now.”

Su was kissing Jack and undoing his shirt and trousers; Jack couldn’t believe what was happening, the Su said, “Jack, relax and enjoy. I have wanted you for a long, but today, I feel that the time is right; let me take your big cock; it is so stiff, I can’t wait to feel him inside me.”

Jack and Su were both now naked; Jack was so worried about Peter, he said, “Su, what will happen if Father Peter finds us doing this? I don’t want you to get into any trouble. You have a beautiful body.”

“Thanks for the compliment Jack, you have a wonderful body too. Don’t worry about Peter; he’s happy to watch. There will be no problems with Peter.”

Su then teased the bulbous head of Jack’s stiff cock with her tongue; it felt so good. Jack was admiring Su beautiful body; she had a smooth and swollen vulva with thick cunt lips, her long sex slit was as near perfection that you could get. As Su was going down on Jack’s cock, Jack slid his hand between Su’s legs; she was so wet, he slipped two fingers inside her quickly. It felt so good; Jack said, “Su, you’ve got a beautiful pussy; everything about it is perfect.”

Su came off Jack’s cock; she had taken his full length, she said, “Thank you, you’ve got a magnificent cock; I love how it feels, it looks big, but it’s tight inside. Of course, it could be your pussy if you want, but we’ll talk about that later.”

Su then started to hug and kiss Jack passionately; Jack was loving what was happening, he still didn’t understand what was happening with Father Peter, but he realised that Su controlled him somehow. Finally, father Peter came back; he left the lube on the coffee table, then went over to an armchair and started to undress. When he was naked, he sat on the armchair, Sultangazi escort sipping his wine. Then Su said, “Peter, please look after our guest. Suck his cock for him; I want you to make him very hard for me. His cock is magnificent; I didn’t think that I could take all of him in my mouth, but I managed it. Don’t worry if you can’t take all of him in your mouth; make him hard.”

Jack couldn’t believe what he had just heard; Su told Father Peter, her husband, to suck Jack’s cock to make it hard for her. Peter walked over, then kneeled in front of Jack and started teasing the bulbous head of his stiff cock with his tongue. He then went down on him; his tongue was working vigorously, it was good, but Su was better. Father Peter’s head then started bobbing as he went up and down on Jack’s cock. The thing Jack enjoyed was the way Father Peter was massaging his heavy balls as he sucked him.

They continued for several minutes in the lounge; Su and Jack were both enjoying kissing and touching. Then Su said, “Peter, bring the lube. We are going into the kitchen.”

They all went into the kitchen; Su told Peter to lube her ass, soon she was taking three of his fingers. Peter’s cock was now stiff; it didn’t come close to Jack’s. Then Su said, “Peter, lube your cock. Peter’s cock always gets hard when he sucks cock. When you’re ready, Peter, lie on the kitchen table; I’ll go on top of you in the reverse cowgirl position but don’t put your cock up my ass yet. Wait until Jack’s cock is up my pussy.”

Jack now knew that Su wanted double penetration, with Jack in her pussy and her husband up her ass. Su then was squatting over Peter’s cock; it was still stiff; Peter gripped it at the base. He was waiting for Su’s command to slip it up her ass. Su’s pussy looked so inviting for Jack. Su had her legs spread; Jack could slide inside her pussy so easily. Then Su told Peter to insert his cock, he slipped the head of his stiff cock inside her tight ass. Su pushed down on him; she took his entire length; Su sighed then said to Jack, “Fuck me, baby, fuck me hard and deep, I want and need you so much.”

Jack slid his massive cock up Su’s dripping cunt; Jack immediately felt Father Peter’s cock which was now sliding in and out of Su’s ass. Jack now had his full length inside Su’s cunt; Su gasped with pleasure, then said, “Jack, it’s wonderful, you’re filling me, fuck me hard and deep, let me have it all.”

Jack soon had a powerful rhythm going; Su was gripping his cock at the base and head of each thrust, Su was giving him a great ride. Then Su had a small orgasm, Jack and Father Peter kept riding her relentlessly, then Su had a second orgasm, her body shook with it. This just encouraged Jack; he kept pounding her pussy relentlessly. Su had a look of amazement in her eyes as Jack was doing this. Then Father Peter had four or five massive thrusts at Su’s ass; then his hips stopped moving. Jack was sure that he had cum. Su was in total control; she said, “Peter, get your cock out of me, I’ll lift myself, then you get out from under me, then I can give Jack the ride of his life.”

When Father Peter pulled his now limp cock out, it changed everything completely; Su could move so much more freely; Jack had leaned down and was now sucking Su’s hard nipples alternatively as her massive tits jiggled beautifully. Father Peter was now sitting on a kitchen seat, a spent force. He looked mentally and physically fucked. Jack sensed that Su was close again; she had that I’m nearly there again look in her eyes. Jack Taksim escort bayan moved up a gear; when he did that, Su realised what a young man like Jack could do for her. She knew then that she would see much more of Jack.

Then they both climaxed simultaneously; it was terrific; Su felt Jack shoot his creamy spunk deep inside her. When they both had composed themselves, Su had gripped Jack’s cock and was holding him inside her throbbing cunt. They then kissed lovingly and tenderly for several minutes. Then Su said, “I enjoyed that Jack, you must pop in for drinks more often.”

Su then looked at Peter; he could hardly keep his eyes open. Su said, “Peter, you were excellent tonight; you have had a long day. It would be best if you now went to bed. I will now say good night to Jack.”

Peter then left the kitchen, thanking Jack again for all the work that he had done. Su and Jack went into the lounge to get Jack’s clothes. Before Jack dressed, they kissed again. The kisses were so loving. Then Su noticed that Jack’s cock was still stiff; Su stroked it then said, “Oh Jack, your cock is still hard, let’s go to my bedroom? Can you stay the night? You could phone your mum and tell her that you have had too much wine, and Su’s offered you a bed for the night.”

Jack kissed Su again then said, “I’d love to do that, let’s go to your bedroom, then I’ll phone mum. First, I’ll tell her how busy we have been. Then you ask her; I’m sure that she’ll agree if you ask her.”

They went to Su’s bedroom, Jack phoned his mum, he was sure that she was a bit tipsy, Jack had seen her drinking a lot of wine at the Fete. So Jack said, “Hi mum, I hope that I haven’t woken you up. What a day we have had. It was the best yet by a lot. Everything ran like clockwork. You know that Father Peter and Su had invited me for drinks tonight, that was so kind of them. I’ve had a lot to drink; Su has offered me a bed for the night, is it ok if I stay? Hang on a minute; Su wants a word.”

Jack gave Su his phone; he was sure that his mum would agree; Su said, “Hi Jill, thanks for those beautiful bouquets that you donated and also for all the Tombola prizes you so kindly gave us. We had a wonderful day; it went perfectly; Father Peter and I both wanted to thank Jack for all his hard work. You should be so proud of your son; he is magnificent. We all have had a bit of wine; in fact, Father Peter has now retired, he’s not as active as he used to be. Is it ok if Jack stays with us tonight? I’m up early on a Sunday, so he’ll be home early.”

“No problem, Su, it looked so busy when I was there; I enjoyed my day too. I had a bottle of wine myself tonight; it’s a lovely way to chill. I’ll be going to my bed soon; I’m happy that you have phoned; I will sleep better knowing that he’s safe. But, Su, we must meet for a glass of wine one day. If you want to pop over here, that wouldn’t be a problem, and it would get you out of the Church world?”

Su was lying naked on top of her bed, her legs spread wide as Jack sucked her huge nub of a clit; he was also finger fucking her with three fingers. Su replied, “I’d love that, Jill; it’s great to get out of this place. Father Peter has now been promoted to Chairman of a Committee he sits on. He’s now away two nights a week, I don’t answer the phone then, and all calls are directed to the Church 24 hour service; I couldn’t help them anyway. Maybe you could visit me on one of these nights?”

“I’d love to Su; I wish that I’d a little company tonight, I’ve still got a very strong libido, but I suppose that I’ll have to take myself in hand.”

“Jill, I’m the same as you; we will meet up soon. Can I ask Jack for your mobile number, and I’ll WhatsApp you?”

Su came off the phone, then said, “Jack, your naughty but I love you. You nearly made me cum as I was talking to your mum. I need fucked again.”

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A few weeks later, Sharon sent me a photo of her naked breasts in the middle of the afternoon. “Come suck mommy’s titties.” There was no way I could deny her request. I was hoping that this time, I would finally get to fuck her. I would have to earn it with her to make that happen.

I arrived to her house, texting her while in my car that I was there. She told me that the front door was open, and just come inside. I wanted to limit as much time I could possibly be seen by neighbors- I felt exposed walking up to her door in the light of day, about to do dirty things with a woman twice my age.

I walked upstairs to her bedroom, to see Sharon underneath the covers. I crawl underneath, to see she is already ass-naked. We kiss, and I immediately go down to suck her boobs- I couldn’t help myself. “I missed you, mommy,” I moaned.

“I know, baby.”

“Can I kiss you, mommy?” For some reason, I felt the need to ask for permission. I wanted to be submissive and well-behaved. I wanted to please her enough to finally be allowed to fuck her.

“Yes, baby.” I lost myself in an open-mouth kiss, feeling her warm breath around my face. I yearned for her moans while fucking her, but I was not there yet. I worked my way down to her breasts, fondling them Şişli escort bayan and sucking her nipples while feeling her moans on my head.

I knew she wanted me to make her cum. She was selfish, yet I was ready to give in fully. Maybe if I did well, she would allow me to be inside of her. I crawled down throughout her body, kissing her fat stomach and arriving at her soaking wet pussy. I could tell she was already expecting me. I sucked her clit as I placed two of my fingers inside of her, gently using my thumb to assist in stimulating her clit.

Her moans got loud yet again, louder than our previous fling. Her secretions were visible, lining her crotch and soaking up my tongue. I stuck a third finger in her and began to feast more aggressively. She screamed as she exploded all over my face- I was terrified the neighbors would hear.

I crawled up her sweaty, naked body. Still panting, I stuck my tongue deep inside her mouth, and followed it up with my fingers so she could taste the sensation of her own cum. I tried to slip my dick in her, but she stopped me.

I fell to her side on the bed. “Have I been a good boy?” I asked.

“Yes, baby,” she replied.

“I want to fuck you, mommy,” I pleaded.

“You Escort Sultangazi don’t want babies,” she responded, in a shift back to reality.

“Because I don’t want anyone else but me. I want to be good to you, mommy.”

She assured me that I am good to her. We kissed, and she began to stroke my dick. I was rock hard as her chubby arms went up and down my shaft as I felt and smelled her panting breath. “Do you want me to cum for you, mommy?”

“Yes, baby. I want you to cum.” She bent down slightly to give the head a kiss. Unable to last any longer, my hot cum shot up several feet in the air, as I felt the intense pleasure in my groin.

We kissed and laughed the rest of the afternoon, and I yet again made her cum with my tongue. She even sucked my dick as a reward and I unloaded inside her mouth. I was proud of the intense pleasure we had undergone, but she continued to deny my cock inside of her.

***

A couple weeks later after pleasuring each other, Sharon bragged to me about a couple of the other guys (and even a few ladies) she had been playing around with. I assume she said so to stoke some jealousy in me. She went on to insist on our age difference, and how young guys like me are Taksim escort thinking about babies, something she is no longer interested in having.

Pride got the best of me, and I wanted to continue to please her. More so, I needed to fuck her, and fantasized about my cock inside her juicy, wet pussy. I reverted our conversation back to dirty mommy talk, which always seemed to turn her back on. As I played with her pussy, I insisted how badly I want to put a baby in her.

Her moans grew louder after I mentioned that. “Put a baby in me,” she pleaded.

“Yeah, mommy?”

“Put a baby in me,” she moaned louder. I penetrated my rock hard cock deep inside her wet pussy, as her moans grew louder. The moment I was waiting for. The warmth of her pussy felt amazing encapsulating my cock, as I watched the aged woman getting pounded by me. Her breasts and stomach fat bounced as I felt her breath. If I didn’t change things quickly, I would’ve came too quick.

I exited her pussy, rolled her body over, and lifted her up into a doggie-style position. I fucked her from behind, her glorious ass smothering my abdomen. I cupped her breast with my left hand and pulled her short hair back with my right, her body growing redder as her moans got louder. I pounded her aggressively as my hand made its way to her face, feeling her saliva.

I flipped her over yet again and unleashed my hot cum over her breasts. No baby. “Did I make you happy, mommy?”

“Yes, baby,” she said. We made out exhausted in the bed and laughed about the filthy sex we had.

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Emily sat at the kitchen bar staring into her phone over a cup of coffee. She was scrolling through her snap chats, although she was happily married she loved teasing younger men till they came for her, it was a morning ritual by now.

She almost leapt out of her seat when Dean put his hands on her hips. She flipped her phone face down on the counter.

“Jesus! you scared me babe!”

“Sorry Em, hey I gotta go, I’m running late.”

He took a swig of her coffee, kissed her cheek, squeezed her ass making her jump again.

“Hey!” She called out to him and poked her tongue at him as he hurried out the door giggling to himself.

Emily loved how her husband still made her feel like they were still kid’s.

She was 56 now her wavy shoulder length hair was going from dirty blonde to grey, her c up breasts were perky and firm, something she was very proud of. She took care of her body and worked out, she loved showing off her body to all the boys online.

Once she was sure Dean had left she got up and went to the bedroom. Running her hands over her body, she undressed stripping for nobody but her self, she could feel herself getting wet at what she was going to do. This was the best part of her day.

Opening up her snapchat she went through and played the videos from the night before.

Instantly she was inundated with streams of cum, moans and various voices begging her name. It was ecstasy, she started running her hand over her panties covering her mound.

She wasn’t sure how much time passed, the room stank of pussy and sweat, Şişli escort the sheets were wet under her ass and she was in a trance, she wanted so bad to get fucked. She licked her fingers clean, savoring her self. God it was so fucking hot in here…

She jumped up.

“Oh fuck!”

Dean had scheduled their AC to get fixed today.

She looked over at her bedside clock, as she did she heard a knock at their door.

Panicking she quickly snatched a bathrobe, threw it on and hurried to the front door.

“Hi! Sorry I was uhhh in the shower…” She said stumbling over here words.

Kerry had a shitty morning, his balls were killing him. His girl had been teasing him all week, finally this morning he fucked her like an animal.

His phone began blaring his bosses ringtone.

Kerry groaned, he wanted to cum inside her so bad but he was already running late.

“Aww honey, maybe you can use your little fuck doll tonight instead” she said coyly.

She was on all fours swaying her ass side to side. He quickly got dressed as she began moaning and rubbing her clit.

Kerry groaned as he watched her. He regretted not being able to shower but he did wash her pussy off of his face at least.

When his client opened the door Kerry froze.

The older woman in front of him was glowing red blushing, her hair was tussled and the barth robe was maybe more revealing than she intended…or maybe it was intended.

His thick uncut cock stirred.

“Ha, I’d be in the shower too if my AC was broken in this heat. Sultangazi escort bayan My name is Kerry.” He offered a hand shake.

She cringed a bit but shook his hand. She hoped he couldn’t tell she has been playing with her pussy with it moments prior.

For the first time she really took him in.

His hair was brown and short, he face was hard and he had big brown eyes. He was much taller than her and taller than Dean too. He looked maybe as if he was in his early twenties. Her pussy pulsed as she drank him in.

“So are you going to show me your unit?” he asked.

“Oh yeah!” She blushed. “Over here, it’s been doing this thing where it runs for a bit then shuts off after a few minutes..” she carried on but she was talking fast and flustered. She had just spent all morning watching boys like him shoot their thick ropes of cum for her and now it was like one was actually in her house.

He stared at her as she frantically spoke. He kneeled down to look at the unit. He was hit by the mouthwatering aroma of pussy, his mind clouded and he turned to look at up at her.

Her bathrobe eneded just above the knee, he was surprised she answered the door in it but didn’t think too much of it. Now he was kneeling beside her he could see rivulets of her juice running down her thigh.

When she made eye contact with him looking up at her it was more than she could take, even she noticed the aura of sex she gave off. She shifted on her feet nervously and felt her thighs slippery and wet. Aghast she looked down Escort Taksim and strings of her cum hung between her thighs.

They both saw her mess, then looked at each other again.

Kerry’s mind clouded, between his blue balls earlier and now being in front of this woman giving off waves of sex, his animal brain took over.

He grabbed her inner thigh and ran his hand up it till it was slick. He half grunted then groaned.

Emily’s knees buckled just at the touch, she was painfully horny, her whole body quivered. She had never actually cheated on Dean, though they had spoken about him sharing her… She felt the young man’s fingers read her pussy. His slick fingers gently ran up her lips and circle her clit.

“Mmmm god, come with me.” She pulled herself away and took his hand and lead him to her bedroom.

Kerry stood at the edge of her bed and watched this older woman get on all fours on her bed and crawl up to him, she started to unbuckle his belt.

“I’m Kerry by the way”, his heart was pounding.

“Emily” she panted, she reached into his briefs and pulled his cock out, she groaned at the sight of it. His cock was thick, uncut with the foreskin covering most of the head and had bulging veins up and down the shaft.

Before she put it in her mouth she could tell he had pussy already on him, her pussy throbbed as she took him in her mouth. She was so drunk on sex, she run her younger under his foreskin, caressing the head of his cock and tasting the previous woman’s cum.

Kerry ran his hands over her back and shoulders. This woman was deciding him, he watched her lick Cassie’s creamy pussy juice at the bar of his cock. Groaning he pulled her by the hair, making a pop sound when his cock came free of her mouth.

“Turn around” he all but grunted. Emily spun around, arched her back and stuck her ass up. Presenting for him.

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