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Rachel sat sobbing on her front stoop. She couldn’t believe that her boyfriend had broken up with her. It was him that wanted to try new things. It was not her idea. What was she supposed to do?Rachel thought about her life and what led up to this point. She thought about when she was sixteen years old and going on her first real date. She thought about when she was eighteen years old and having sex for the first time. She thought about the boys and the things they wanted to do with her. She thought about how uncomfortable she was with the whole sex with boy’s thing. She wondered if there was something different about her. She wondered if she could like girls instead.Her latest boyfriend had just broken up with her after she had sex with his best friend while he watched, because he said he wanted that. Now he says he couldn’t believe she actually did it. Only a slut would do that. She was no slut. She was adventurous and loving and kind and did what her boyfriend wanted because it would make him happy. Or so he said.She sobbed even harder now just thinking about it again. Her life was not going the way she had planned it at all when she was young. She would graduate high school and go to a great college in California to be a Veterinarian. She would marry some great guy she would meet there and settle down to have a few kids after they turned thirty. They would have a Veterinarian Clinic in the hills outside Sacramento. Their kids would go to a prestigious school and graduate top of their class. She would drive nice cars and have servants to help with everything. They would take nice family vacations all around the world.The reality of her life was quite different.The reality was more like a boring story where even the daily soaps on TV were better. She knew this because she watched them every day. She was hooked on Days of Our Lives. She watched in-between going to school and work. She was home for just enough time to get a shower, grab a bite to eat and watch her soap before heading to work as a waitress. Being a waitress was an interesting career choice since she really didn’t like people all that much and was extremely shy. She went there everyday and paused at the door taking a deep breath, and making herself smile before walking in. She thought of it like putting on a mask and becoming a different person. It was the only way she could get through the day and all the people.She didn’t make much money as a waitress, but it paid the bills. She really didn’t have that many bills, since her apartment was tiny, and she didn’t have a car. She walked or took the bus anywhere she needed to go. Walking was a benefit to her because it kept her in shape. Not that she needed a lot of help with that. She was short and petite with long flowing blonde hair and blue eyes. She kind of looked like a grown-up version of Alice from Alice in Wonderland.She was waitressing when she met her latest boyfriend. He came in with a bunch of his friends. She knew him from the local college that she attended in the mornings. She had seen him in the hallways a few times but never spoke to him. She was even more shy around good-looking guys. She had no idea what to say. So, she took a breath and put on her mask of a smile and played waitress to him and his friends. She took their order and left the table.She went back to working the restaurant and all her patrons. She had several tables that night, so no real time to talk to him even though she wanted to. She would glance over at his table and he would always be looking right at her. He would always smile when he saw her looking. She thought that he had a great smile and seemed nice enough.Him and his friends decided to leave and asked for the check. She said meet me at the register and I will check you out. She blushed and looked away when she realized what she had said. He must have thought it was funny because he was chuckling Escort Beşevler when he got there. He told her about a party going on this weekend and asked if she wanted to go. She agreed to meet him there.She was really excited and couldn’t wait for the weekend. She was bouncing off the walls for the rest of the week. Finally, the night of the party was here. She dressed to impress and headed there. She found him in the back room with his same group of friends. They all introduced themselves. Then they went on to party. The party lasted to the wee hours of the morning and she finally decided she needed to get home.He walked her to her door and kissed her goodnight. She invited him in. Must have been all the liquor that loosened her up to the idea. Needless to say, they had sex and he snuck out right afterwards. She thought to herself that the sex was, okay. It wasn’t mind-blowing or anything. Not that she would know what that was like. She never had mind-blowing sex with any of the guys she had been with.For the next several months, this is how her life would go. They dated every chance they got between school and their jobs. They would have okay sex. They would hang out with his friends since she really didn’t have any of her own. Too shy even to make new girl friends. Kind of boring even with a new boyfriend. Then one night he asked her to have sex with his best friend. Claiming it would spice things up. She believed him.Now she sat sobbing and wondering why she did that. Sitting there sobbing that hard made it difficult for her to notice anything going on around her. She had her face buried in her hands and tears running down her arms. She never noticed that someone was talking to her.She felt a tap on her shoulder and heard someone say something to her. She couldn’t make it out through her sobbing. She looked up and tried to focus through her tear-filled eyes. She saw a girl standing there talking to her and leaning down. She was very pretty in a blurry eyed sort of way.“Hey are you ok? Is there anything I can do to help you? Do you live here? Are you locked out or something?” she was asking.“I. I. I. I am ok,” Rachel blubbered back.“You don’t seem ok,” she said as she stood up and put her hand on Rachael’s shoulder.“It’s ok, I live here. My boyfriend just broke up with me. I just didn’t want to go inside yet,” Rachel said trying to get her sobbing under control.“Come on, come to my place and we can talk about it. You don’t have to go back in your apartment alone right now. I understand, I have been there myself,” she said helping Rachel up, “My name is Chrissy. I live upstairs. I don’t remember seeing you around before.”“I live right over there,” pointing to the bottom apartment. “I don’t socialize much. I try to keep to myself and I am in school or working most of the time,” Rachel said through just a slight cry now.They walked up the stairs and down the hallway. The activity seemed to help Rachel get her crying under control. She was down to a few sniffles by the time they got to Chrissy’s door. She couldn’t believe she had sat out there sobbing like that for everyone to see. It was not like her at all. She really was too shy for public displays of emotion. Now she was suddenly going to go inside a stranger’s apartment. She must have been more upset than she thought to be this far out of character.She asked to use the bathroom after stepping inside the apartment. She sat on the toilet and tried to stop her crying. She looked in the mirror and thought she looked like hell. She splashed water on her face and tried to fix her hair. She put some makeup on and breathed out a long sigh to help regain her composure.Chrissy was sitting on the couch with a glass of wine and was pouring one for her too. She thanked her and sat down at the other end. She thought after a minute that she had never introduced herself.“I am Çankaya escort so sorry. My name is Rachel. Thank you again for the wine and letting me come here. I just couldn’t face the apartment alone right now,” she said.“It’s ok. Like I said, I have been there myself,” Chrissy replied.They both sat there for several minutes drinking their wine and not saying anything at all. Then Rachel opened up about her life. They talked for hours. Well mostly Rachel talked, and Chrissy listened. Chrissy didn’t seem to mind. She sat quietly taking it all in. She would offer the occasional head nod or shake, but mostly just sat there. This went on until Rachel realized it was really late.“I should get going. I have bored you enough for one night,” Rachel said as she started to get up and fell back down to the couch a little woozy.“You don’t need to go anywhere. You can crash on the couch tonight. I will get you some pillows and blankets. Wait here,” Chrissy said motioning for her to stay. She was back in a minute with blankets and pillows.Rachel wasn’t used to someone being this nice to her. She didn’t know how to react. She was still feeling the effects of the wine and probably needed to sleep it off. She was tired. All the stress and the wine seemed to hit her at once. They said goodnight and Rachel was out like a light in seconds.Rachel woke to the smell of coffee and bacon. She also woke to a splitting headache and her whole body felt like shit. The wine and the stress from yesterday had taken its toll on her. She tried moving to sit up, but it wasn’t happening yet. She moved around to see better and caught a glimpse of Chrissy in the kitchen. She was busy making breakfast and humming to herself.Rachel groaned a little as she finally was able to sit up. She put her head in her hands and sat there trying to get the pounding to stop. Peeking through her fingers, she saw three empty bottles of wine on the side table. Guess they drank more than she thought. She never did do well drinking wine.Chrissy came over with a cup of coffee. “I didn’t know how you took it, so its black. There is cream and sugar in the kitchen if you want it. I am making breakfast. Are you hungry?”Rachel thanked her and shook her head yes to breakfast. They ate together on the couch. She enjoyed the company while eating since she usually eats alone. Even when she had her boyfriend, he was never there for breakfast. Rachel couldn’t believe how nice Chrissy has been to her. She really needed that right now.“Are you feeling better today?” Chrissy asked. “You were in pretty bad shape yesterday. I haven’t seen someone so sad in a long time,” she continued.“I am feeling better emotionally. Thank you. But, as for physically. I feel like shit,” Rachel said, “Did we really drink three bottles of wine last night?”“Well let’s just say, you drank most of that. I had maybe a half of a bottle. But its ok. You needed to let loose and get it all out. You really had a lot on your mind and your boyfriend did a number on you,” Chrissy replied.“Oh god. I am so sorry. I don’t usually do that. I am not very good with talking to people and I am very shy most of the time. I feel so bad for putting you through all of that. I hope I didn’t say anything to offend you and don’t worry about the wine, I will replace it. I promise,” Rachel said anxiously.“Don’t worry about it. You didn’t offend me at all. I enjoyed listening to you. You are a fascinating person. You have so much inside you that you are so afraid to let out. You should really try writing. It would help bring your inner side to the surface,” Chrissy said caringly, “Oh and don’t worry about the wine. I hardly ever drink it. I just keep it around for guests.”“Wow. You sounded just like a doctor for a minute. Now you have me worried about what all I said,” Rachel replied.“Well. As a matter of fact. I am a doctor. I am a psychologist. Cebeci escort bayan I specialize in relationships. I help people to make their relationship better,” Chrissy said, “But don’t worry, I was off the clock. No charge,” she finished smiling.“Oh boy. I promise I have never done anything like that before,” Rachel said. “What do you mean writing?” she asked.“Its an exercise we use to help people get their feelings or thoughts out,” Chrissy answered.“You mean like a journal or diary?” Rachel asked.“No, not exactly. Its more like role playing with yourself. It’s a little hard to explain in technical terms, but the basics is you write stories about yourself in different fantasies. Like you are going to space to save the planet or you are a cowgirl on a herding trail bringing cattle to market, or it can be of a sexual nature. Whatever you want it to be. The point is to write from deep inside and let your true self come out. It takes time to really reach deep inside. But usually it helps you find out what you really like and dislike. Some people find out they are meant to be in a different job. Some find out they are supposed to be a writer by trade. Some find out they are supposed to be gay or even straight if they are gay. You never know what is inside until you look for it. Given everything you were saying last night, you have a lot going on deep inside. You have a lot of conflicting emotions about different things. Your family, your friends or lack of, your sexuality and which direction you should go with it. Let’s just say, you would benefit from writing about all of it. You don’t have to write novels, just short stories about a small piece of yourself. You said last night you wear many masks. I believe that. I believe you wear more than you realize. Writing can be a mask for you as well. Only this one will help you get rid of the other ones you don’t need. Writing will help you not be shy, because you can write whatever you want, and no one will know it is you except you. You can be anyone you want to be. Then after a while you will notice that the outer you is starting to become like the inner you. You will get rid of the masks you don’t need and have only a couple that are important to your wellbeing. You will be emotionally healthier and happier,” Chrissy stated clinically.“I don’t know if I can do that. I have never been good at getting my emotions out. Yesterday was a first for me. I just lost it. I don’t know that I could write about those things. It would hurt too much. And sexual fantasies would be a no go. I could never write about that,” Rachel responded.“You would be surprised at what you can do. You told me a lot about your sexual thoughts last night. You seem to keep them bottled up. You should let them out. Maybe you could have a glass of wine to help you loosen up and then write what’s on your mind. Seemed to help last night,” Chrissy said smiling. “What are you doing the rest of the day?” Chrissy asked.“Nothing. I am off today,” Rachel replied, “Why?”“You go get changed and meet me back here. We are going to have a girl’s day and go shopping. Maybe even hair and nails done as well. I think you need a new look,” Chrissy said.They spent the rest of the day shopping and having their hair and nails done. Chrissy insisted on paying for everything. She also insisted that Rachel choose clothes she always wanted to wear but was too afraid to buy. The last stop was at an office supply store to get pens and notebooks.Rachel couldn’t believe how much fun she had. She also couldn’t believe she agreed to cut her long blonde hair so short. She looked like a completely different person with short hair. Back at Chrissy’s apartment she tried on most of the outfits and modeled them for her. With the hair and nails and now the clothes she did feel like a different person.Chrissy was overjoyed with the transformation. She knew it was the first step in bringing out the real Rachel. All that was left now was for her to start writing from deep inside. She handed Rachel the notebooks and pens explaining once again how to write whatever was inside. She needed to find her true self.“How can I ever repay you for all of this?” Rachel asked.

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Chapter 1 – First half of my incredible day:My name is Brooke, at this writing I am 30+, tall, and 130 lbs. dripping wet. Unlike most of the women in these stories I am not voluptuous, in fact next to most other women I look like a 14-year old boy, at least in the bust. My hips are slim, but slightly better proportioned than my chest. Let’s see, what else might you want to know? I am very athletic, dark hair, nice face with a ready smile. My sense of humor borders on the absurd, which means I get jokes that no one else seems to get. For example someone handed me a report the other day. A 32 page, printed in color, professionally bound, report on the status of my school district’s paperless automation initiative. For some reason I thought that was funny – come on, a 32 page, printed in color and bound report on going paperless? I thought it was a joke at first. But few understood, even when I showed them the report. Oh yea, and the guy who wrote the report is now annoyed with me because I was laughing at his department’s hard work. I guess I know which department I won’t be working in, which is fine with me. He needs my network services more than I need his addiction to paper. Personally I think he liked the smell of those old mimeograph machines!What do I do for a living? Well, I am a cross between a school teacher and a computer technician. I left my last job, as a computer consultant, on the verge of either burn-out or professional suicide (no, I didn’t hit that asshole. . . with a bat . . . no matter how much he deserved it and no matter how the story is now told). I took a job teaching computer science stuff at a HS near where I grew up. Since I have all that geek stuff in my background, I also take care of the school system’s networks and get involved with a couple of other local schools and two community colleges’ comp-sci departments. I’ve developed a good reputation as an expert in the field. I guess that’s another reason I was giggling at laughing boy’s report. I know how much people still want to print stuff, even e-mails. Going paperless is a nice dream, but people are totally addicted to their hardcopy. I guess I am too, but hell, I wasn’t trying to change the world, just survive.So professionally I was doing well, recovering nicely from my near burn-out. Family-wise things were fine. My folks are still alive and doing great, a few other relatives in the area helped keep deep me in nieces and nephews. I appreciate Christmas so much more with kids around, but I refuse to have any of my own, just yet. I know, maybe that would help my titty-inadequacy self-image problem, but a kid just for bigger boobs, and possibly only temporary ones? Not worth it. Likewise surgery doesn’t float my boat either. Although I did date a plastic surgeon once and he offered me a great discount. But he wanted to add to the bust, and fill out the hips more. I told him if he wanted his mother he should keep on looking. I heard a few years later that he did get married and using his skill turned his new wife into a younger version of his mother. I just hope she’s nicer than his mom, who treated everybody of his girlfriends like they were the Whore of Babylon coming to take her precious away. I wonder what a therapist would say about that relationship. I get chills just thinking about it.What does all this have to do with a difference one day made in my life? I guess I just wanted to give you a little background. My life would certainly different, probably diminished in many ways if that day had never happened. If you knew me back in HS, you would never recognize me now. It’s not that I’ve changed a lot physically, except for that unusual growth spurt when I was in college, 5’8″ to almost 5’11 is pretty weird after you turn like 18 — don’t you agree? But the college volleyball team didn’t mind. The face is still the same, maybe just a touch more make-up nowadays. But the reason you wouldn’t recognize me is because you probably never noticed me in HS. I was the perennial hanger-on, a follower, basically a non-entity until one day halfway through my senior year when another girlfriend and I snuck into the boy’s side of the pool and spied on this one guy in the shower. It was a memorable 24 hours and certainly changed my life!”Come on.” Patty whispered as she boldly crossed the invisible line between the boy’s end of the pool and ours. I followed her, not sure what she was up to, but she was my best friend and worldly beyond my measure.I followed her past the office and snuck into the locker room. We were looking around, I remember thinking that it was just like ours, clothes everywhere, towels dropped on the floor. I always thought girls were neater, but from the looks of things we were both a sloppy group. We heard a shower go on, which was a surprise because it was too early for the period to be ending. I grabbed Patty’s arm in shock, and then she practically dragged me to where we could see into the showers.It was Tom, a guy from my bio class. He was an average guy, on the skinny side, but a reputation as a nice guy. I wasn’t into dating at all, guys tended to ignore me especially with any more ‘developed’ girl within view. So here I was secretly watching a guy set the temp on the water to take a shower.He started tugging down his suit, and I gasped out an “OMG!”Tom turned and walked over toward the other entryway into the showers. He saw us standing there and froze, then he grinned. Pat smiled right back at him! “So are you gonna take them off or what?” said Patty, my hero. I was torn between wanting to see and wanting to run away, but Patty kept a tight hold on my arm making up my mind for me.Tom smiled nervously and said “I was planning on it, but now I am not sure.”Patty pulled me in front of her and as I looked behind, she pulled her straps down over her shoulders, exposing her breasts, then pressed them against my back, holding me against her. “You get to see when I get to see.””What about Brooke?”Patty’s hands came up and covered my almost negligible breasts, “We’ll see about that another time. Right now it’s your move.”Tom complied, and pulled his trunks down, kicking them to the side. There he was, naked as I felt and I was feeling really strange. Patty’s hands on my breasts weren’t helping me. Her chin was on my shoulder and she was breathing hard in my ear. I swear the room was spinning.Patty moved next to me, giving Tom a clear view of her chest. Even I looked over at her, and I had seen her breasts lots of times. Her breasts were large for a high-schooler, hell they were large for an adult! I don’t ever remember seeing her nipples so tight, even on those days when the gym shower was out of hot water.Tom pursed his lips and let out a small whistle. He took a step closer and I tried to back away, but Patty wouldn’t let me. She had one arm holding me around my shoulders and her hand on my arm.”Touch it.” Queen Patty commanded Tom. He said no, then he stood closer, “You touch me.”Patty didn’t hesitate one second and took his thing in her hand, squeezing it. It seemed in no time before it started growing! It must have only been 4 or 5 inches, but at the time it seemed enormous.Patty’s hand caught mine and she took it and wrapped it around his cock. I was holding it as it expanded. It was both soft and firm, I was floored. I barely felt Patty let go of me as I stood there fondling it. She pushed me down on my knees and I got an eye-level view as I held on to it. She reached over and kissed Tom, I think he touched her tits and she whispered something to him. He nodded.Then she was kneeling by me. “Kiss it.””Wha?” that broke my reverie.”Kiss it, like this.” The amazing Patty kissed the tip and it jumped in my hand.She looked at me, “Go ahead it doesn’t bite.”So I kissed it. I think I was beyond surprise. The head was soft, softer than the rest, but it had a rubbery feel. I thought I was only going to touch my lips to it, but I held it there for a few seconds.”Sorry to leave you needing a cold shower, but the period is about to end, and I have to get my cock-kissing friend out of here before she gets more than she can handle.” Patty said.She pulled me up and I turned 11 shades of red at her words. Tom stopped her for a second for a kiss. Her hand touched him again, wrapping around his cock and pulling it gently.To my surprise he kissed me as well. He took me in his arms and kissed me. I could feel his cock against me as it nested in the valley made by my thighs and crotch. I was about ready to pass out!Patty dragged me out and we waited by the office until we heard all the guys heading into the shower from the other side. Them we slowly made our way back to our side. No one was the wiser because the girls were in our shower. Patty and I went last, next to each other, and lost in our own thoughts. I was shaking a little, even in the hot shower. Was I in shock or still excited. I had seen a real cock, and kissed it. This morning I would have told you that only a dirty, nasty girl would do such a thing, and only a real slut would enjoy it. Was I a slut? Washing my pussy told me that part of me certainly enjoyed it. Patty enjoyed it as well, and she liked having me there. If I am a slut, what does that make Patty? She was no dirty girl, she was amazing. I looked over at her and she was washing herself as well. No! She was doing more than washing herself. My face burned hot as I realized she was doing something that I sometimes did in my bed, very late at night or very early in the morning. Her eyes were closed, one hand up tight to her pussy, the other was holding the shower head-directing the flow at her pussy. Thank goodness the other girls had finished and we were alone.I stepped close, and hissed at her. Beşevler escort bayan “Patty, will you…”Her hand came down from the shower and grabbed my shoulder, squeezing hard, and her body shook violently. I moved in front of her as she fell against me, wrapping my arms around her and losing the battle to hold her up when the swim coach/gym teacher, Mrs. Terrance, came into the showers.Panicking, I said the first thing that came to my mind. “Miss T, she slipped.”I got her down on the floor by the time Miss T got there, Patty’s thighs had released her hand. I think Miss T noticed. She cocked her eyebrow to me as if to say “Slipped, yea right!” as she knelt down and roused Patty from her stupor.Patty didn’t even have the decency to blush as Miss T took over and asked if she was OK.Miss T helped her up and I wished the water would have just dissolved me down the drain. Patty came up like a rocket, actually bumping into Miss T, she stumbled and they both grabbed me to steady themselves. Now I really felt inadequate. Miss T was what Patty will probably look like in 7 or 8 years, while little ol’ me would never measure up physically.Miss T gave us each a look, that had me shivering, but didn’t faze Patty any. It was like she was daring Miss T to say anything.I think Patty won some sort of exchange that was beyond my ability to comprehend. It tweaked my curiosity, but still was out there somewhere. Whatever just happened, Miss T walked out and left us to clean up.As we walked out of the pool area, finally dressed and back on earth, Patty asked me if I was coming over after school. It was like she wanted to make sure of something that happened every afternoon for the bunch of years. After school I would head to Patty’s because it was always more interesting than my house. Patty lived with just her Mom, Elaine, and her older sister, Cathy. I never knew her dad, he and her mom divorced a long time ago. Patty never mentions him.My house was pretty dull in comparison. Just Mom, Dad, and me. Since both of them worked, I wasn’t too thrilled hanging around alone, so unless something was up, I could be found at her house.”Of course I’m coming over.””Good, I have a surprise planned.””What is it?””If I told ya, it wouldn’t be a surprise. Oh, and bring your skimp.”My skimp was a bathing suit I wore for just sunbathing. It was a tiny thing, something my Dad would flip out over. Even Mom hadn’t actually seen me in it. I use it when Patty and I would lay out in her backyard, her very secluded and private backyard. Patty had a similar suit. It was so small she could never wear it to the beach or pool because she tended to fall out while walking. But it offered just enough coverage to not be naked.I don’t know what her surprise was, but I knew I needed to talk about her stunt in the shower, both showers!Thinking about it made me blush.”I know what you’re thinking about, you little cock-kisser you.” She whispered to me.I blushed even more and pushed her away heading to my next class. The rest of the school day ended with me still blushing every time I thought about Tom and his thing and what Patty did. I am so glad neither of them were in any of my afternoon classes and for the first time ever I was glad Patty wasn’t in my lunch period. I doubt I could look either of them in the eye.School finally ended, and like usual a quick stop at home, drop off stuff, grab other stuff, including my skimp, and off to Patty’s.Patty was flying solo, Cathy was at work and Elaine was out until later.We were changing into our suits, Patty had stripped down and sat cross-legged on the bed fiddling with ties of her suit bottoms in her hands. She looked nervous for some reason. “Brooke, um…”I looked right at her. She put her suit bottoms down.”I’m sorry about earlier.”I sat on the edge of her bed, holding my top. “Which earlier, the boys shower or ours?”She grinned with her usual self-confidence. “Oh not the boys. I’m not sorry about that, are you?”I blushed again, damn fair skin.”I knew you would like it. Tom was just a bonus. You looked so sexy on your knees like that.””Yea, me sexy. Sure.”She looked at me, her apology forgotten for the moment. “Yes, Brooke, you. I know you think big tits make a girl look sexy, but you are wrong. The look on your face, how gently you touched Tom, and when you kissed him. I thought I was going to die.”I blushed deeper while she kept talking. “I know you think guys never notice you, but you are wrong on that score as well. Yea they tend to stare at my chest, but they look at you a lot also. You are always too busy looking at the ground to notice.”Patty sounded so strange.”Tom even gave you such a great kiss. He barely touched me.”Patty jealous? Of me?She surprised me and grabbed her breasts. “These can be a nuisance as well. So many people treat me like I am an idiot because I have big tits.”I never thought such beautiful breasts could have a downside. Her fingers left red marks where she had grabbed them.She regained her composure and smiled at me. “Brooke I wish you could see yourself like I see you.”I dropped my eyes.”I was saying that I am sorry for getting so carried away in our shower. I was so turned on by what happened that when I was rinsing off I couldn’t stop.””We could have gotten in serious trouble. We didn’t fool Miss Terry for a sec.””Terry wouldn’t report us.””How do you know that?”Patty smiled. “Come with me.”Still naked, she padded out of her room. I dropped my top and followed her, at least I had my bottoms on. Being naked wasn’t a big deal. In this house full of girls it never caused a comment. I’d seen Cathy and Elaine in various stages of undress. I think that was one reason I felt so comfortable over here. No one got uptight about little things.Patty went into Cathy’s room. “This is a real hush-hush. She doesn’t know I know about this.” She pulled a box from the bottom of her sister’s closet and sat on the floor rummaging through it. “Brooke, I trust you with my life, but this is part of Cath’s life. Will you swear to keep it between us?””I love Cathy. She’s practically my older sister as well. I wouldn’t hurt her for anything.”Patty pulled out a Polaroid picture. It was Cathy, probably back in high school. She had her arm around another girl, a familiar girl. “Recognize them?””Cathy of course, but the other girl, sorta.””That’s Cathy and her girlfriend Ann. Ann Southern, but her married name is Anne Terrance.””Wow, Cathy and Miss T were friends in HS.” Cathy’s face had filled out a little since HS, but Miss T’s face looked almost gaunt compared to how beautiful she looks today.She pulled another picture out, Cath and Miss T, kissing, not only kissing, but kissing topless. I was shocked.”Cathy’s a…””No, she’s not. Trust me I know.”I was confused.”At most she’s bisexual because I know she like guys.”Bisexual. The word left a strange taste in my mouth. Was that a bad thing? I looked at the picture again. They certainly looked sexy. Patty handed me another picture. Cathy and Miss T in bed, looking very happy, and very mussed up. Cathy was even waving at the camera.”Who took these?””I have no idea. I can’t even tell Cathy I found them.” She laid out several more pictures, all very sexy. I was feeling that dizzy feeling again.Patty’s voice moved while I was looking at the pictures. “I have to admit the pics got me really excited. Almost as excited as watching you.” Her voice was coming from behind me. Her body pressed against me and her arms came around me. “It wasn’t Cathy or Miss Terry that turned me on, but the idea of Cathy and her best friend. I knew then that I wanted my best friend too.” She hugged against my back, shaking. She was crying. My Patty was crying.I twisted within her arms and hugged her to me. “Patty…”She sniffed. “Don’t say anything yet, please. I’ve gone this far, I need to say these things before I chicken out.”I was still confused, but one thing rang true, my best friend was crying, Patty never cries!”When I saw these pics I was dying to ask Cathy how, and why. But most of all when I looked at those pics, I saw you. You and me. I know you might hate me, but I have been going insane thinking of how to ask you. Knowing it might ruin being friends.”I held her nude body to my almost nude body and tried to calm her down. She was almost hysterical.”Patty, Patty, take it easy.” I stroked her face and hair. She still was crying and mumbling. I couldn’t stop her. I tried to talk to her but she wouldn’t listen. She was totally caught up in some kind of fear cycle. My friend, who isn’t afraid of anything was suddenly afraid of me. My friend who thought I was pretty, no more, she thought I was sexy. It struck me, Patty loved me. More than just friendship, she really loved me. I wasn’t confused anymore, well maybe somewhat confused about what to do, but not confused about her feelings, or mine. I loved Patty, and would do anything for her. How to get her to realize this?So I kissed her. Harder than Tom had kissed me. It took several seconds before she responded. Her crying still had her gasping. Our kiss turned into a series of kisses as she calmed down. She fell backwards and I followed her down. I ended on top of her, still kissing her tear-streaked face when she stopped. She looked at me. “I love you Brooke!””I know Patty, I love you too!”At my words, her legs opened and I felt them wrap around me. Pushing up on my arms I looked down at my Patty. Her face radiant, her perfect breasts pulled a little towards her sides from gravity. Her nipples tight little nubs. Her pussy was pressed against my lower stomach, right above my bottoms. She was so wet, it felt like liquid fire on my skin.”Are you sure Brooke?””A hell of a time Escort Çankaya to have second thoughts, Patty-mine. I’m just not sure what to do.””Oh I think you two will figure it out just fine.”I tried to jump, but Patty’s legs kept me against her. I looked up and it was Cathy. Oh my god!I rolled to one side, Patty released me and looked at her sister.”I don’t care what you do, just not on the floor of my room, OK?” Before we could answer, she continued. “And stay the hell out of my stuff, Brat.”Hearing one of her pet nicknames for Patty, I knew she wasn’t really mad.Patty still didn’t say anything and I was about ready to start gibbering when the rest of reality flooded in.”Get your asses dressed, Mom’s on her way home. We can talk about things later. Brooke, since its Friday why don’t you ask your folks if you can spend the night. You two will have some things to talk out and now is better than later.”Patty finally smiled and got up, gave her sister a quick peck. I got up much slower, still not sure what planet I was on. Cathy held out her hand and kissed me on the cheek. “I knew you two would discover each other eventually. It’s really alright Brooke. Don’t fret so.”I hugged her for a sec and turned to follow Patty down the hall to get dressed. Cathy was cool, but Elaine might freak. I glanced back and asked Cathy a question.”Who took the pictures, Cathy?”Cathy smiled her “I know something you don’t know.” smile and answered. “You are quick as well as cute. But Brooke, that’s not my secret to tell, not without an OK. Now shoo and get dressed before Patty gets mad at me.”I looked puzzled.”For making a play for her girlfriend.”I laughed, not taking her interest seriously. I caught up with Patty and we went into her room, arm in arm.She collapsed on the bed like a huge load was off her shoulders. She took a deep breath and shifted as I snuggled to her. Her arms gathered me in close. “I can’t believe this. You don’t hate me and Cath seems OK as well.”I leaned over and bit her nipple. She jumped and looked shocked.”Two things you need to remember, Patty-mine. We are friends, and we have always been able to share, talk, and be honest with each other. Don’t ever worry yourself again on that score.””What is the second thing?”I leaned my head down and licked the nipple I bit before. She arched her back, pushing her breasts to my face. “The other is that since I will never have a perfect pair of breasts like these, I plan on having them as often as possible from now on.””Oh Brooke, they are yours, anything I have is yours. My body, my things. You can live here with me, forever.””Careful Patty, that sounds like a marriage proposal.””I will ask you to marry me someday! Count on it.”OMG, did she say what I think she said? Could life get better? Patty’s arms relaxed as the relief from her stress made her sleepy. I got up on one elbow and studied her. Relaxed, she was so beautiful. Her face, still showing some of the emotions of earlier made her look vulnerable and more approachable than before. She was breathing slow and steady. Her breasts rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. A tiny waist opening up to perfectly proportioned hips. Long legs meeting in a light patch of hair that made me think about the things to come. Being a virgin didn’t mean I was ignorant, just inexperienced. Patty wasn’t a virgin, well not where boys are concerned. Boys made me think of Tom and the shower. My pussy got hot again, I could feel juices starting to flow as I thought about Patty masturbating, and the feel of Tom’s prick.Without thinking, I pressed my hand to my own pussy and the feeling made me gasp. I was swollen and my hand felt better than ever right there. Pressing my hand flat and rubbing downward made me almost meow like a cat.A knock at the door, Cathy’s voice yelled to us. “Come you two finish changing, Mom brought home dinner.”Patty woke up and I blushed when she saw my hand. “No embarrassment now, Brooke-love.” She got up and grabbed for my bottoms. I struggled, but like usual the more powerful Patty won after a brief tussle. She knelt down and looked right up my pussy. “I know what I want for dinner.” With that she stuck out her tongue and touched me with it. She hit a nerve because I came instantly, harder and louder than I ever did from touching myself. My breath exploded out of me as all my muscles seemed to cramp. Patty pressed her face against me and I kept writhing like I was a loose power line. OMG, it was tremendous.I collapsed back on the bed and Patty, with a wet face looked up from my pussy. “Wow, Brooke that was amazing.”Cathy slipped in the door, startling us both. “OK guys, I know you need to do this, but wait until after dinner. Mom’s going out and you can do whatever you want then. Clean up your face and both of you get downstairs.”I caught Patty as she stood, kissing her, tasting me on her face.”Oh you two better find some self-control or you might end up with more than you bargained for.””Alright already, alright, we are getting up. We’ll be right down.”As I swung off the bed, I swear Cathy winked at me, but when I turned back she had already closed the door.Dinner was nice, but I kept getting distracted every time Patty brushed against me. My own body would betray me as it heated up and I would lose the train of the conversation.Elaine was quick to notice. “Are you feeling OK Brooke?””I’m fine Elaine, just tired for some reason.”We did the dishes, no pots-I love take-out. Patty kept touching me, my back, my hip, and my waist. Every touch like a small electrical shock.What I didn’t know at the time was that behind us Elaine raised an eyebrow at Cathy, who nodded slowly. Elaine smiled broadly and mouthed “Do you want me to stay?”Cathy shook her head and pointed at me, then she shook her hand like a nervous twitch. Elaine nodded her understanding.”OK girls, since you have cleanup, I’m going to grab a shower and go meet Liz.”Elaine walked out and ignored the noises from the kitchen. She paused when she heard Cathy’s voice. “Knock it off you two. Finish up and meet me in the basement once Mom’s gone.”Cathy came out and grinned at her mom. Elaine motioned her upstairs.”So tell me?” She asked, stripping for a shower without a thought to being nude in front of Cathy.”It was great. I found them on the floor of my room. Brooke in bikini bottoms, Pat naked. It looked like things came to a head and Pat finally opened up to Brooke.””Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?””I know Mom, I had the weirdest feeling of Deja Vu. At least I had enough self-control to keep my hand out of my pants.””Good thing, little Brooke might have had a heart attack.””You better quit thinking about Brooke or Pat as little girls anymore. They are older than Anne and I were when we became lovers, but younger than when you busted us. Oh yea, and they found the pictures.””I forgot all about those. Just yours?””That’s all I had in that box. The rest are downstairs.””Pat and Brooke, I can’t say I am surprised, not with the moon-eyes Pat has been looking at her with for months now.””I know, I’m glad. I never did understand how Brooke didn’t notice?””Brooke’s problem isn’t that she didn’t see it, but she has a hard time believing in herself. She is such a lovely girl, but no self-confidence.””Keep your hands off, Mom.” Cathy said smiling. “You almost wrecked things for me with Anne.”Laughing, Elaine answered. “That was your own fault. You parade that lovely girl in front of your sex-starved old mother, then let me catch you two making love.””Old my ass, Mom. That wasn’t how it happened, and you know it.”Laughing harder, she turned toward the bath. “How much do you plan on telling them?””Everything, if it’s alright with you, Mom? Anne’s coming over as well. Apparently something happened at school today.””Have fun and give the kids some time to absorb it all. I hate missing Annie.”She’ll hate missing you too. She might need a shoulder.””Not again.””Yes, her period showed up three days late, another damn false alarm. She said it ended after only three days and was real heavy. No pain, just a heavy flow. She’s seeing her GYN next week.””How sad. She wants this so bad. She’ll make a great mom too. Give her my love.””I will. Now get out of here. Kiss Liz for me. Should I call and warn her she might have her hands full tonight.””Cheeky girl!” Elaine exclaimed, chuckling as she closed the door.Cathy went to her room and made a quick call to tell Anne to let herself in and come downstairs.Patty and I were waiting in the basement, not very patiently. My favorite chair was a soft leather beanbag chair. Patty and were trying to share it, but we couldn’t keep our hands off each other and it really looked more like a wrestling match.Cathy came in and sat on the couch watching with an amused look on her face. “Mom will be gone in a few, so cool it, or will I have to separate you two.”Unabashed Patty paused to stick her tongue out at her sister, while I slipped my hand under her tee, attacking an unprotected rib. That started another round of squealing and we both missed Elaine yelling goodbye from upstairs.Cathy looked at us, trying to figure out how to get our attention. A loud shrill whistle came through loud and clear.”I expect you have some questions and I have a few things to tell you. So get comfortable for a few.”I sat in the beanbag, with Patty in front of me. She sat between my legs and I had my hands around her waist. She had her arms under my legs and her hands massaging my calves. We’d sat like this tons of times, but I was never so aware of her presence, or her scent.Patty took the lead in the conversation. “I’m sorry I was in your stuff, Catty.””No big deal Pathy. I shouldn’t have had that up there.”More nicknames, Cebeci escort Pat and Cat, Catty and Pathy. That told me more than anything that Cathy was cool with me and Patty.”No, I am glad that you did. Otherwise…” Patty looked up at me and made me choke up with emotion. The sheer love seemed to engrave itself onto my heart. I couldn’t look away. I leaned down to kiss her and her hands took mine and cupped her breasts with my hands while we kissed.Cathy let us alone for a few minutes, but cleared her throat when I started massaging Patty’s breasts. Oh how I loved her breasts!I broke the kiss and looked at Cathy. My new found sense of Patty made something obvious about Cathy, she was turned-on as well. Could she want her own sister? That seemed sick. Then I remembered the wink and realized Cathy found me attractive. Could Cathy want to make love with me? No way. I guess she’s just turned-on in general.”Come on guys, you are making this way too hard.”Patty asked another question. “How did it start?””Anne and I? We started a lot like you too. You might not remember, it was about 10 or 12 years ago. Anne spent as much time over here with me as Brooke does with you. When we were 16, a girl, a senior, was labeled as a lesbian at school, and you know how nasty kids can be.”Patty and I nodded.”Anne and I both thought she was cool, and had a hard time dealing with how she was treated after the rumor mill got a hold of her. Well I realized that I was always thinking about Susan, the girl labeled as a lesbian, and I was really curious. One day I got up the nerve to talk to her and somehow she realized that I wasn’t asking out of idle curiosity.””Susan, as in Susan Wright?””Yes, Susan. We became close friends, all three of us, if you were wondering. She helped me understand that it was OK to like, and even love a girl. She helped Anne and I in much the same way I hope I can help you two.”I looked at Patty. “Who is Susan?”You know her, she’s a friend of Mom’s. I call her Aunt Suze.””Oh her. She’s a lesbian?””Yes, she is. She and her partner have been together for a long time. But she doesn’t advertise it. After HS she is still sensitive about what people think.””But you aren’t just a lesbian, I saw you and Steve.””Oh, spying on me as well as going through my closet?””It was hard to miss it. You two right here in the basement. I couldn’t believe it when I realized what you were doing.””Well depending on whose book you read, I am either a bisexual, or a confused lesbian.” Cathy said laughing. “My own outlook is simple. I care about the people close to me, and if I am attracted, I don’t mind getting closer. It just doesn’t matter much to me whether it’s a guy or a girl. Steve was pretty good, but he wasn’t my first. Anne was my first lover.””Wow. You and Miss T.””But isn’t she married?””Yes, as much as I love her, there was one thing I can’t give her, a baby. She fell in love with her husband and got married – with my blessing I might add.””How could you let her do that, if you love her?””How could I stop her? She was in love, and while she still loves me, she wanted more. If I stopped her I would have lost her completely.””Do you still…?””Yes, we do. Not very often, but we are still love each other very much. Someday I might find someone like her husband, but he better be very understanding of my relationship with Anne.””Her husband knows?””Yes. She was totally up front about it, even though she was scared it would cost her. He doesn’t always like it, but he understands.””Wow, Miss T.””Around here you can call me Anne” A voice popped in from the stairs.Jumping about a mile in the air, we both turned to see Anne Terrance walking into the basement. She slid onto the sofa and hugged Cathy close.”I guess from the conversation and seeing how these two were hanging on to each other, there is a reason to tell them all this?””Yes, as we guessed, they ‘discovered’ each other.””That’s wonderful girls. I am happy for you. As long as it prevents more scenes like this afternoon?”Patty had the good grace to finally blush.”What happened?””These two snuck over to the boys side and were gone long enough I was going to come looking for them. Then I found them together in the shower, Patty was masturbating and Brooke was trying to cover up for her. It was quite a delectable sight.”Patty blushed deeper for a change. I squeezed her breasts again, which caused her to give a little squawk.Anne snuggled closer to Cathy and rested her hand on Cathy’s thigh. The emotions between them were almost visible.Patty got her voice back. “So what happens now?”Cathy spoke, with a look of sadness. “You have some choices to make. I am not asking you if you are bi, like we are, or lesbian, but I do recommend you watch it out in public. While as a group it gets easier and more acceptable every year, it can still get pretty rough individually. And if you are interested in a guy, they tend to get real weird when they discover you also like women. Some of them will dump you like a rock and others want to watch or join in, like it’s some kind of entertainment for them.””How does your husband do it? I mean deal with you being bisexual.””My situation is different, I no longer consider myself bi.””Huh?””I know strange. I don’t go to bed with girls, I just go to bed with Cathy and a few very close others. He knew about it before we were married and he mostly understands. It was part of the package.””He doesn’t think of it like you are cheating on him?””He would think that if I was out chasing skirts. But I am only interested in a very few women. Mostly Cathy here, but a couple of others that have been part of my life for a long time. I also don’t let it interfere with our life together. We are also very busy trying to have a baby.”Anne had a very sad look and Cathy snuggled her closer. “I know baby, not yet. But you will get there.”I guess she was having trouble getting pregnant. There was a girl at HS who didn’t seem to have trouble, two kids and 3 abortions in 4 years. I felt bad for Miss T, or Anne, that something she wanted obviously so badly hadn’t come true for her yet.Something came over me and I got up from the beanbag, extricating myself from Patty. I went over to Miss T and knelt down in front of her. Taking her hand, I kissed it gently and put it to my face. “Just don’t give up Anne. You’ll be pregnant soon. I know it.”Anne smiled and stroked my face.I went back to Patty and she was looking at me like I had grown two heads or something. I whispered to her. “Look at them, Patty-mine, she came to Cath for comfort.”With that she looked back over at Cathy and Anne. She saw more of the pain that was there. I guess sometimes she has to be hit with a brick. Anne, in pain, comes to the one of the people she loves most in the world, and the one who can’t possibly give her what she wants, for comfort. Yes, Cathy and Anne were connected. Maybe someday Patty and I will share a similar bond. Holding her close, and resting my head on her shoulder, we waited until Anne was OK before the conversation continued.”So we should be careful in public. How about at home.””Patty, that’s easy.” I said smugly.”Oh you figured that one out already.””The clues were there.” I looked at my Patty and asked “Who do you think took the pics?””I don’t know.””Go get the pics, let’s look at them again.”Patty looked at me funny again. “OK, I’ll be right back.”She went up to get the pics, and Cathy looked at me and smiled.”You are handling things pretty well. I was worried about you.””Don’t worry about me. Patty is more fragile than I am about feelings. She has never had to hide anything, or cover her feelings while I am used to it. She might not understand the whole idea.””I think she’ll be fine, as long as she has you.” Anne said to me. Miss T was a real sweetheart, more than at school. I guess I need to learn to separate Anne from Miss T in my brain or I might say something foolish at school. Another thought occurred to me. How does one get her name on Anne’s list?Patty came back in and laid the pics out on the floor in front of us. Six pictures, all showing Cathy and Anne in various poses. The sixth one was the most erotic. Cathy on her back, obviously in orgasm, while Anne was between her legs tasting her. Like what Patty did to me earlier.”Look closely Patty-mine.””All I see are the two of them, no one else.””Where were the pics taken?”Studying the background, she said “I think here. They look like the way the house looked several years ago before that re-painting phase Mom dragged us into.””Aunt Susan, your house, Cathy and Anne, and . . .””Mom, you think my mother took these pictures?” She looked accusingly at Cathy.Anne answered. “Yes, your mother took those pictures and many others.”Looking at Cathy. “Have you and…””No Patty. I haven’t been having sex with Mom. Come on, that would be awful. She’s my Mom.””Is Mom a lesbian?””Now she is. She and Liz have been partners for a while. She kept it from you to keep from hurting you. She didn’t think you would understand.””Unreal. How…””When dad left, she was heartbroken. She didn’t date for a very long time. She denied herself sex for even longer. Anne and I had been lovers for a couple of years, and one day she caught us, just like I caught you two today, on the floor on my room only we were doing more than kissing.””I would have guess she would have flipped out.””Well she sorta did. She saw us and instead of losing control, she got excited. I guess years of abstinence got to her and she started touching herself in the doorway of my room. At first I was appalled, but Anne seemed to understand her need. Anne and Mom made love on the floor of my room that day. It took a while to sort out, but she really opened up to the world. You wouldn’t remember her to well before. She was very quiet, dark clothes, no laughing. It was like she had become a little old widow lady. When she opened up sexually, her whole outlook changed. She and Susan got very close, but she really came all the way back to life when she met Liz.”

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You know how fishermen keep their best spots to themselves? Well, this is kind of the same thing. I will never tell you where this happened, just say it took place in an Eastern European country. Just like fishermen, my friend Kelly and I might go back again to see what’s lurking under the seemingly calm surface. But, enough foreplay, let’s get to what happened.Kelly lit a cigarette with her brass Zippo and inhaled deeply. “That was one of the best and cheapest dinners I have ever had.”I covered a small burp with my hand and nodded in agreement. “Where to next?”“I want a drink, some good music and a nice atmosphere.”“Really, clubbing? Aren’t we a bit too old for that?”“Never! I don’t know about you, but this 30 plus body needs to get her moves on and since we managed to escape husbands and children for this weekend, we might as well make the best of it.”She was right. After a long and tough month at the ad agency we ran, Kelly and I had decided to take some time off and go on a long weekend holiday. We had picked this place just because it was cheap and a friend of Kelly’s told her it was great. She had been right, we spent the first day exploring the ancient city and its surroundings, taking in its rich history so many books had been written about over the years. We even did some wine testing and that turned into a laugh since both of us didn’t realize you should spit but finished the glass. Anyway, this was our second night and I guess Kelly was right, we should go clubbing.“Hey, that looks promising, Brandy.”I looked at where she was pointing to and a bit further down the narrow street we were on, neon lights blinked and offered us, Ladies Night.“ Hm , are you sure about this? You know what will happen once the men are let in. They will be like hungry wolves and I don’t want to spend the rest of the night fending off horny men.”Kelly laughed. “Hey, when was the last time someone grabbed your ass?”“A week ago, some dickhead that was behind me at the coffee shop.”“Did you Beşevler escort slap him?”“No, too many witnesses around. Didn’t want to be hauled off by the cops .”Another giggle. “C’mon, it will be fine. I will protect you.”We arrived at the doors that were guarded by two women, one blonde and one brunette. High cheekbones, full lips and hair in tight ponytails. They wore fancy ass tuxedos, and white gloves.“Hi, it’s just the two of us,” said Kelly.The two women looked us up and down and one actually scoffed. The other said something in their language we didn’t get and then they both nodded. The brunette tried a smile, but it looked more like a smirk and opened the doors.We felt the music before we could actually hear it. It was a deep base and as we made our way down a narrow stone staircase set in the wall the vibration turned into actual music.“I like it!” said Kelly.I wasn’t so sure. It was too much Dungeons and Dragons for me. Anyway, we made it down and into a sort of lobby area where another woman stood. This one in a quite expensive looking cocktail dress in black. She wore six-inch heels and when she moved in to greet us, I could tell she was used to working in them. Her face was slightly Asian but her skin was darker. Her hair was raven black and her eyes were green. She was a mix of something, but nothing I had ever seen before.“Ladies, welcome. There is a 50 Euro cover fee.”“I got it,” said Kelly and produced her gold Amex Card.“They better not have watered down drinks,” said Kelly when she led the way down the tunnel the Asian girl had shown us. The walls were closing in on us, and I felt a slight hysteria growing inside me from being in such a cramped space. The music was much louder now and the walls vibrated when I put my palm on them.The tunnel opened into a vast room and I stopped where I was taking it all in. In the ceiling hung enormous chandeliers with real candles and along the brick walls sat more candles. Along Çankaya escort bayan the wall to my right was the bar, backlit by purple neon. On the opposite wall was the DJ booth and between them stood comfortable chairs and sofas with thick upholstery in black, white, and dark purple. There were about 50 women in the room and their ages were anywhere from 18 to 60, and maybe higher considering some of the facelifts and boob jobs I spotted. One thing they all had in common, they were dressed for success. Not an off the hanger item in the room, everything was designer or one of a kind. Cocktail dresses mixed with jeans and some evening gowns.“I think we are slightly underdressed,” said Kelly in my ear.We wore simple summer dresses and low heels, comfortable to walk in. “Yeah, I think you are right. Let’s get drinks .”As we made our way to the bar, I saw several of the women smile and lift their glasses to us. I smiled back, but didn’t stop to talk to anyone. I was slightly nervous and wondered what we had gotten ourselves into. After getting our customary vodka tonics we sat down in two bar stools. I leaned in and said, “did you notice there are no men here?”“Yeah, that’s the point of Ladies Night, you know.”“Sure, but the ones I have been to back home might have a male bartender or a DJ. I see now men here, at all.”Kelly shrugged her shoulders, sipped on her drink and moved her body to the music. Another thing, there was no dance floor with spinning lights and a disco ball. The few women that were dancing stood by their chairs or sofa moving their bodies.I noticed a black drapery on the short wall by the entrance. “I wonder what’s behind there?”“Probably the manager’s office or a storage room?”We sat talking and while we did more women began to arrive. I noted that some of the older, often had a much younger woman on her arm, like some men like to show off their trophy wives. This was getting weirder and weirder, I thought.“Is this Escort Cebeci your first time?” said a voice behind me in heavily accented English.I turned and looked into a pair of kind honey colored eyes. They belonged to a girl, not a woman. She must be just over 18, I thought as I looked into the innocence of her gaze.“Yeah, how did you guess?”“Never seen you before.”“Oh, you come here often?”“Sure, every month, like clockwork. There is nothing like Ladies Night.”Kelly introduced herself and so did I. The girl’s name was Angelique and she was a student from France she told us. She had heard about the place through friends and decided to come here one night and it had changed her life, she said.“How so?” asked Kelly.She giggled and showed perfect white teeth. “Oh, you know. Being young, one tends to want to try new things, and Ladies Night has been good to me.”When she leaned over the bar to say something to the blonde bartender, I couldn’t help noticing how short her dress was. It had slid up and showed a quarter of a perfectly round ass. If I had an ass like that, I thought, I’d wear a dress like hers.She must have caught me watching because she lifted a finger in front of my face and slowly wiggled it from side to side. “Not until midnight.”“What happens then?”She smiled. “You’ll see.”“Kelly, I have no idea what we have walked into, but this just feels wrong to me,” I said after Angelique had slid off her chair with a new drink in her hand and made her way over to a couple of older women who welcomed her with huggs .“What do you mean? This is great. I love the drink, the music is great, no horny men around us to fend off. What could possibly be bad about that?”“Not sure, but there is something going on. What time is it?”She checked her phone. “Almost midnight.”We ordered another round of drinks and Kelly was about to light a cigarette when the music was turned down and a voice came out of nowhere. It was female, husky and sounded like it came from everywhere at the same time, almost like an echo.”Welcome to Ladies Night. For those of you that are new, there are some rules. No forcing, no payment, other than that, the night is yours. The doors have been closed and will open again at first light.”I looked at Kelly. ” What’s going on? Are we stuck here until the morning?”

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The hot California sun hung in the sky so much brighter than the overcast northeast. It’s perfect though. I can finally purchase a home and be free of the frustration of New York rent. Driving around from potential home to potential home with my long lost friend Alina made it even more familiar. She opened the white door of a large home after undoing the keypad. Gesturing me inside, she indicated to the curved stair case, the recent remodel, and the wood paneled floor.”Now let me tell you, this is one of the few California homes with a basement,” she said. I followed her into the kitchen. Granite counter tops. Nice.They call it the golden state for the dry grass fields as much as that gold rush a long time ago. I’d flown away from Rancho Cordova and every other sleepy Sacramento suburb over a decade ago. Trading western wine country for northeast ivy leagues and a law degree changed me in more ways than one. Nonetheless, I’m still as ambitious as ever, hornier than normal, and mostly human.When you get a chance to practice law for a state governor you don’t turn that down.Alina walked with firmer confidence these days. Her heels clopped on these wood floors and her skirt fit her well. A necklace dangled below her neck, near her breasts, in subtle professional beauty. Her sleek auburn hair was held back in a cute business bun. Damn it had been too long since I’d spent more than a few hours with her. We weren’t raised in the tech bro part of California or the glammy movie start part of California either. We grew up surrounded by flat fields, suburbs, and cattle. It must’ve been a few weeks after high school graduation when we camped up by the rivers. Escort ankara Four of us had been skinny dipping and Alina and I swam off together. Reclining on a boulder near a tree we shared the pain of change together. Alina enrolled at a local community college. I’d gotten my bags packed for the northeast. We’d known each other since the sixth grade and that summer felt like the last we’d ever see one another.When we a found quiet space down stream, Alina asked me to join a game of truth or dare. I chose dare. She dared me to kiss her, and she dared with a look as if she’d been thinking about it all day. “If we don’t do it now, when will we ever do it?” she teased. I hadn’t ever thought of our friendship that way, and she was right. So I pecked her lips once, and found myself wanting more. We snogged a second time, discovering what our tongues and lips could do. Our connection electrified both our bodies that day, and we made out naked under a hot central valley sun. It was the first of many heedless make outs. Those make outs tempted me. They tempted me to toss away my future and explore more of a life with her. Yet that summer of experimental lust remained only that. I had a life to attain.I left that August. Alina did two years at the community college, before she married… well we’re not saying his name. Loser.”I’ll be honest, I absolutely love this house myself,” she smiled. “I might move out of my apartment into here if you don’t buy it, Caitlyn!””Is that so? Maybe you should. It would make you-know-who, absolutely jealous,” I said.Alina waved her hand.”Oh please, I might want to stab him in the eye sometimes,” Balgat escort she laughed, “but you know what they say? ‘Success is the best revenge.'””Especially with alimony,” I added.”Hmm? Oh Caitlyn I didn’t take as much as you think, you-know-who only just now got a full time job again anyway,” she added. “I sell houses and I’m doing fine.”Warming inside, I looked to Alina for any hint of lust in her eyes. There’s no hiding mine. As a mostly human, I’ve learned I can have nearly anyone I want, whenever I want. A lot changes in a decade after high school, and me? Oh I had been changed in ways I’d never dreamed. Alina blushed ever so slightly. Glamoring her would have been easier than the time I seduced that sexy track star when I started law school. No way though. I didn’t want Alina like an animate doll dancing to my bidding.”Shall we check out that basement, Caitlyn?” Alina spoke, cutting the tension.”Yes.”We entered the basement. Our shoes touched bare concrete. Alina showed me around the space, describing the possible uses of a nice open basement. She drew my attention to the air ducts above us, noting that this basement could even be air conditioned if I needed it. It was strange though, that a duct apparently dead ended into a wall. Looking even more closely at the dust on the ground, I noticed patterns that didn’t quite make sense.”What’s beyond this wall?” I said.”Hmmm?” said Alina. “Solid bedrock. There’s no danger of mold.”I knocked on the wall. It reverberated like a muted drum.”You sure?”Running my hands all over the wall triggered a discovery. Painted over with drywall, a gear’s jagged teeth Batıkent escort bayan touched my fingers.”Look!” I pointed.Alina examined it, brushed away the dust and then her breath exhaled in excitement. She opened a dusty cabinet on the other side of the basement and pulled out a huge metal wheel. Its hub fit perfectly on the gear, and we turned it together. Something clunked, startling us both.”That was loud!” Alina said.”Are you scared?””No way!” she said. She sounded not as a real estate professional, but as my excited school friend two weeks after graduation. We cranked the wheel with all our combined strength, and a recessed bookshelf swung open. There was another room.I took Alina’s hand and we walked through. Darkness greeted us, and I fumbled for a switch. Scones glowed on the walls and illuminated a room decorated like an old world wine cellar. Though this room? It had too be at least the size of the basement itself. A metal framed canopy bed invited us further in. It had metal loops and holes for all the wonderful things I could imagine. Wooden beams in that all too familiar tall x-shape leaned to the side, complete with cuffs. Inspecting them, I found the old furred leather in surprisingly good shape. There was a cabinet, more fetish furniture, and a treasure chest in the room.”Oh.. Umm… wow!” said Alina. Her face. I could see the excitement on her face before she forced herself back into the manner of a sales professional. “Caitlyn, I had no idea. I’m sure we can get all this cleared out.””Why would we do that?” I said smirking.”It’s naughty and not expected,” she said.”It’s part of the house Alina,” I said raising my chin. “Though how can I know this works without a proper appraisal?””What do you mean?” said Alina. Her gaze already glinted with excitement. She couldn’t hide that from me. I stepped over to her, and touched her shoulder, her necklace, and let my finger wander down towards her breasts. She didn’t stop me.

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I only went out to see if any of the lads were about. I had walked into one of the wine bars in the centre of town. As I expected it was quiet. There were one or two couples in booths but that was about it. I ordered a Becks and tried, pointlessly, to chat up the barmaid. I was just about to finish my beer and move on when a group of partying young “hens” rolled through the door. Short skirts, fishnet stockings (tops showing) “L” plates, furry handcuffs etc. They were, of coarse, well oiled. “There’s one, one of ’em” giggled the first through the door “I wonder how long he’d last” “Not long” her friend replied “none of them do when they get the treatment” The four of them ordered drinks at the bar and carried on being loud and drunk. They looked completely desirable and had plenty of flesh on show. The blonde, leaning on the bar next to me, looked me in the eye and asked if I wanted to buy them all a slammer. I couldn’t order quick enough, including myself in the Ankara escort bayan round. The slammers were slammed and things were getting interesting. “Get another round and we’ll go sit over there.” The girls went and made themselves comfy. I took the drinks over and I heard “No more than 30 seconds if I did him” from the blonde. “He wouldn’t last that long with me said” the cuddly one. “Who wouldn’t ?” I defended myself “You might be surprised” Loads of laughing and giggling “Pass the drinks round” said the blonde, she was quite tall, shoulder length, straightened hair, slim with either B or C cup knockers “my name’s Millie, that’s Kat” she pointed to the cuddly one. She was short, on the comfy side of slim with brown hair, mischievous eyes and big tits. Sarah and Beth made up the group. Sarah’s hair was dark brown, green eyes, tall, skinny and virtually no tits at all while Beth’s hair was dyed electric blue, she was slim, Escort Balgat medium height with average boobs.  We chatted and drank. As normal the air was full of sexual double entendres. It turned out the lass getting married had puked and passed out an hour ago so this lot were continuing on their own. They’d been to an afternoon male lap dancing club. Apparently the guys were really fit, cut, lightly oiled and well hung. They had decided to have a private dance and the bet between the girls was loads of booze to whoever could make the stripper cum his lot ! They found though that they were not allowed to touch him and he didn’t have a hard on. Beth & Millie went to the loo and cooked up a plan to get him hossed up. They decided to start “lezzing up” in front of him, that’ll get him hard. But no, when they returned they snuggled up next to each other. Beth put one foot on the couch they were sitting on, let her skirt ride up and Batıkent escort gave the stripper an eyefull of gusset, her lips barely describable as in her thong. No effect. Millie reached over, pulled the thong aside and circled Beth’s wet and erect clit with the tip of her finger. She put the finger to her lips and sucked while looking into the strippers eyes. Nothing ! “He must be gay, any normal bloke would be spunking by now, rock hard at least” complained Millie “Fuck this let’s go.” So they ended up here. Every cloud has a silver lining. I don’t know about the stripper but hearing all this had given the biggest boner possible. I noticed Kat and Beth whispering and looking over at me, laughing. “He’s got no problem with blood flow, look at the bulge in his pants” laughed Kat pointing at my bulge. I may not be the biggest cock in town but there was no concealing it. Kat leaned forward with a sly grin on her face, letting her top spill forward and letting me get an eyefull of her generous cleavage “I bet you’d like to slide it in there” she raised her eyebrows. “It wouldn’t take long for me to cum if I did, you’d have spunk dripping down your neck in no time” I boasted. “Cocky bastard” said Millie “let’s make him cum in his pants girls” she continued.

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John Stefanovitch was appointed as Mrs. Tandy’s driver on his 25 th birthday. He took that as a good sign. He didn’t have any reason to think otherwise. The payment was more than generous and the work wasn’t hard. Most of the time he was doing small repairs on Mrs. Tandy’s old Bentley, and washing it. Two times a day, he had to take Mrs. Tandy’s nurse downtown for shopping. And that was all. The nurse’s name was Norma, a plump little creature with a permanent smile on her face. Norma talked much, and said little. John was fine with that, but what surprised him was that she avoided talking about Mrs. Tandy. John didn’t know anything about Mrs. Tandy, and he had never even seen her. He was appointed to the Ankara escort job by her lawyer. He supposed that Mrs. Tandy was an old, blue haired lady, who was very sick or dying, and who was confined to her bed. He was fine with that too. Mrs. Tandy’s house was Victorian in style, with a nice, well tended garden. A kidney- shaped pool was wedged between the right side of the building and the pine grove growing nearby. John Stefanovitch was sitting by the pool when he saw Norma trotting towards him. “Mrs. Tandy wants to see you,” she said with a smile that made her look almost beautiful. “Ok.” “Come with me!” He followed her into the house, then up to the second floor. Balgat escort bayan Norma opened one of the doors and entered. A motionless body was lying on the bed. John blinked, surprised with what he saw. Mrs. Tandy was on her stomach, her shoulder length black hair covering her face. “Have a seat, and please don’t stare at me like that!” Mrs. Tandy said. Her voice was firm, with a lilting quality that he found charming. “How was she able to see me?” he wondered, then saw the mirror placed before her face, and her dark green eyes glistening with curiosity. Some kind of padded metallic device was supporting her chin, keeping her head up. “It’s nice to see you Mrs. Escort Batıkent Tandy,” John said. Her head moved slightly. “You can leave us now, Norma,” Mrs. Tandy said. Mrs. Tandy appeared to be in her late twenties, much younger than he expected. Her body, John noticed subsequently, was not resting on the bed, but was suspended on a strange contraption of ropes, metal bars and pulleys. “I hope I don’t make you feel uncomfortable. I am …you know… quite a sight,” she said. “Not at all.” Most of her body was in plaster. Her entire torso and her right arm, as well as her right leg (excluding the foot). Only her left arm was completely free, dangling by the side of the bed. As to her left leg, it was in short leg cast. He could see the back of her bare thigh and her hip. “Do you like the job?” “To be quite honest, there is nothing much to do.” She smiled in the mirror. “It is not very polite, but I can’t look directly at you. I can’t move at all.” “You should not worry about such things, Mrs.

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HOUSE HUSBAND 5 CHAPTER 1 I woke up slowly and looked at my watch. I’d been asleep for five hours and I didn’t feel refreshed. I felt dirty and depressed and didn’t know why. I rolled onto my side and pressed myself against Sal’s backside. She whimpered in her sleep and pulled away. I lay there, as close as I dared to get, without disturbing her, gathering my thoughts and thinking about what went on earlier. I was getting an erection, just a lazy knob really and I pressed myself against Sally again. I wanted to snuggle up against her, to be one whole on the bed and not two separate halves. “Don’t!” Sal whispered, “Let me sleep,” and she pulled away again. “Want a cup of tea?” I asked her. “Not yet, I just want to wake up slowly and see how I feel. You have one though, I just want to lay here alone for a while, do you mind?” “Of course not, I’ll make myself a cuppa and some toast. Then I’ll have a shower and comb my teeth.” That didn’t get a comment from Sal, so I went down made the cuppa and the toast. I wasn’t in good spirits. For some reason I felt down and it appeared to me that Sally was in the same frame of mind. “Better off in our own spaces for a while,” I thought. If there was one thing I certainly was, it was hungry. It wasn’t a healthy appetite that I had, like one has after having done a good day’s work and deserved a good meal, to refuel. I was starving. I tried to work out when we’d last had a proper well balanced meal and Escort bodrum the last “Proper” meal had been in a restaurant a few days before. Yesterday all we’d had was a few biscuits tea, coffee and some wine. “Not much to fuel our games with,” I thought. I made tea and toast for myself and ate the toast quickly. Then I made another couple of slices and had another mug of tea. I quietly went upstairs and had a long hot shower, soaping myself all over using the sponge, paying special attention to my naughty bits. I finished the shower with a thirty-second blast of cold to wake me up and close my pores. Thirty seconds is a long time under a cold shower, I find, but well worth it. Sal was sitting up in bed when I entered, the duvet pulled up over her breasts and she held it in place with an arm. “Cuppa?” Sal gave me a wan smile and asked me to bring up a glass of water with the tea. “I feel dehydrated,” she said. I took up the tea and water and placed it on the bedside table, saying, “Your tea, Mistress.” “Don’t!… don’t say that!” She said and burst into tears. I sat on the bed saying nothing, not daring to touch her and being unsure of what to do, so I just sat and waited. When she stopped crying, she got some tissues, leaned back in the bed, head resting on the pillows and blew her nose, got some fresh ones and wiped her eyes then gripped the tissues tightly in her hand. “Sorry,” she said. “I lost it, Escort Kuşadası I really lost it last night didn‘t I? I hurt you. I could have done you damage and myself as well. I lost control, I’m sorry, really sorry.” “It was a joint effort,” I said. “We both lost it and we both forgot the key word, “No”. We got carried away and I could have hurt you as well. Did I?” I asked. “No, but I hurt myself, I’m very sore down there,” she said. “It was the dress, it made me very sore. That bloody dress!” She said. “Who would think that such a beautiful dress could cause pain?” She smiled, then laughed. She drank the water, not sipping it. She drank it straight down in one go, gave a sigh and rested her head against the pillow again. I could see her starting to relax. “The tea’s good,” she said. “I need it and I really needed that water. I’m going to have a long bath, then see how I feel. I might go back to bed.” Sally would be in the bathroom for at least an hour, soaking herself in the bath, examining herself and cleaning herself up. “She must be a real mess,” I thought. Twenty minutes later, I heard the bath water draining away. “That’s quick,” I thought, “Something wrong?” I was about to go upstairs when Sal came down. “I’m okay,” she said, “Don’t look so worried! I’ve had a good cleanup. I’m a bit sore, but no real damage. I want another cup of tea, some more water and some toast. Then I’m going to have bodrum escort another bath, a real one, a long one, with all my oils and potions in it, I’ll be in there at least an hour and I DON’T want to be disturbed, sir.” she laughed. We drank tea, ate toast and chatted for half an hour. She was sore and I was sore as well, our soreness blamed on the dress. “Can’t blame the dress,” Sal said. “It’s an inanimate object and it wasn’t exactly made for that job was it? Next time we’ll do things differently and more carefully.” she said, with a wink. “Oh, there WILL be a next time then?” I asked. Sal said, “Oh yes! But not yet, we both need to chill a bit, and I want time to get 100% fit.””You’re on your own for a few days, I’m afraid and I want to phone around a few of our shops and see if they’ve got any “Seconds” that I can maybe take up to head office. If I get to I see them about my TV/Rejects shop ideas, if they’re interested.” “My clothes are your clothes. Enjoy them any time, day or night, except for those dresses!”Sally said. “I might just sit and watch you sometimes if you like? I’d like to see what you do when you’re on your own.” “Right now, I’m going back up stairs to finish my toilette. Do not disturb, on pain of death!” CHAPTER 2I realised it was 7am, I’d completely lost track of time. I was well fortified so started on the chores. I stripped the bed, removed the duvet cover and dragged everything down stairs. There were panties, stockings a suspender belt, there was also the cotton camisole, the skirt and the Victorian blouse to deal with. “Too much for one load,” I thought. I divided it all up into two piles, the bedding and the cotton blouse in one pile, and the panties and other bits and pieces in another.

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It was a long day and I was ready for something to ease my stressed body before a nice dinner with this new guy I met recently. I really wanted to make sure that this would be a special dinner. He would be a great catch! My name is Hye-min, 25 year old, single, American-Korean living in the Bay Area. I’ve been working for an engineering consulting firm for the last five years as an administrative assistant. Unfortunately, there were no real prospects at work–besides it’s a bad idea to date co-workers. But my good friend at work introduced me to another American-Korean, Danny, who was born in South Korea, but was naturalized a few years ago. He’s not only good-looking, but also athletic, cultured, and kind. I came to work early this morning in my usual working black dress, 2″ black heels, and sheer tan pantyhose. Just before leaving for dinner, I changed quickly in the restroom for my date. I changed into a flared black skirt, sheer white blouse, black garter belt, sheer RHT off-black stockings, and even sheerer black panties. I imagined what I would look like–pretty hot–but classy. Only I would knew what I had on underneath. But before the date, I had already scheduled an appointment with my regular masseur down the street. Masu ran a one-person clinic and only had a select clientele. No walk-ins, only by referral. Fortunately, a co-worker introduced me to Masu the other year and I’ve been a steady customer since. His magical fingers did wonders to the human body. I was feeling horny, so I thought I would treat him to a special experience for a change. Masu was in his early 30s, muscular, and good-looking–but he lost his eyesight as a teenager. Massage work suited him well. Back in his home country of Japan, blind masseurs were somewhat known for being skilled in the vocation. Masu had a steady income and loyal customers, so his clinic was thriving. His techniques involved mostly shiatsu (pressure point massage) plus some western styles such as Swedish. Today would be a little different because I was in Kuşadası escort a hurry between work and dinner. It would be in and out with not too much time for my regular one and a half hour massage. I was already wondering how I would get a decent massage in only an hour. Walking along the busy street, perhaps only I noticed the swishing sound of my sheer nylons rubbing against each other. I felt excited by the sensation of nylons under my swirling skirt and the cool breeze against my sheer panties, unhampered by constricting pantyhose. A few minutes later, I arrived at Masu’s clinic which was tucked in between a mom-and-pop grocery store and a liquor shop. The only clue was a small hand-made sign with the Japanese katakana for “massaji”. Masu didn’t want too many people bothering him, especially while he was with a client. I rang the doorbell and Masu came to the door expecting me. “Hi, this is Hye-min for my 5:30 appointment.” Masu replied, “Yes, I know. I was expecting you. You’re always on time. Please come in.” Masu was dressed in loose white shorts and a Japanese style hakata top tied at the waist. It was comfortable, cool, and allowed easy movement. Masu ushered me into the interior room with subdued lighting and a massage table set up in the center. He didn’t bother with a dressing area for clients because they knew that he wouldn’t care. I knew the drill. I walked over to the clothes rack and slipped off my heels. “OK, Masu, I’ll get ready. Just a moment….” I unzipped my skirt, slipped it off, and hung it up on the rack. No slip to bother with, so I next slipped off my blouse which I also hung up on the rack. Next, my bra came off–but I left on my garter belt, nylons and panties. I thought this massage could be a little different if I left my nylons on for a change. How would Masu react? Masu had laid out a clean white sheet on the massage table. He never bothered to lay out another sheet to cover his client’s bodies because he couldn’t see anything–and bodrum escort bayan that seemed OK with his clients. I got on the table face down as usual, and placed my face in the head support. With the soft piano music in the background, I could already feel the day’s stress leaving my weary body. The faint fragrance of bamboo incense further relaxed me before Masu even began. Masu called out, “Are you ready?” I replied, “Yes, Masu, anytime.” Masu came up to the table and asked, “How have you been? It’s been a couple of weeks since your last appointment.” I answered, “Pretty good, Masu. It’s been super busy at work, but I’m still employed! Can’t complain at all.” Masu said, “OK, I’ll start with your neck and shoulders first like always, then work my way down. You said earlier that you had to take off for dinner, so I’ll plan on a one-hour course with time for you to clean up.” With that, standing by the side of the massage table, Masu laid his warm hands on my back and pressed down on my spine with his palms. He steadily pressed down, released, and moved down my back until he stopped short of my garter belt. I felt a twinge of excitement as he was close to discovering what I had left on. Masu moved back up to my neck and shoulders and found all the magic pressure points to release pent up stress and unkink knots. My mind drifted as he worked his magic. I almost forgot that I had left my garter belt, stockings and panties on. Next, Masu climbed on the massage table to straddle my back so that he could work from on top instead of from the side. He continued to hit all the pressure points along my neck, shoulders, and down the spine, all the way to my lower back. Although his knees and legs were alongside my hips and thighs, he did not seem to have discovered that I was wearing a garter belt and nylons. That would be coming soon…. I could already feel a moistness in my crotch. His hips were directly over mine as he worked my back. I suddenly realized that Kuşadası escort bayan his dick was hanging down from his loose shorts and touching my butt crack. As he worked up and down my back, his dick was sliding along my sheer panties along the crack. I don’t know if I was imagining things, but his dick seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and sliding more deeply into my crotch. I couldn’t contain my excitement and moaned quietly under my breath. Masu then moved down the table so that he was straddling my legs. He began work on my hip area, pressing his thumbs into the edges of the hip bone and lower back. As he first pressed into my panties, he blurted out, “Oh, what’s this? I thought you removed all your clothes as always.” I replied, “Normally I would, but tonight I’m running off to dinner and I thought I would enhance your massaging experience for a change. After all, you have been taking such good care of me and my body–I would like to reciprocate in my own little way, even though I’m no good at massage. I hope you don’t mind.” Masu, a little confused, paused and lightened the pressure of his thumbs. He replied, “OK, I’ll go with the flow and enjoy the moment. The last time I even touched a woman’s body that was partially clothed was in my 20s. Feeling the smoothness of pantyhose then was exciting. I haven’t had the same chance since I lost my eyesight–but my hands are still working! OK, let’s see what you got.” With that, Masu continued to press down along my hips. He pressed along the waistband of my panties and garter belt. Surely, Masu must have been wondering about the garter belt because it probably felt different from an ordinary pantyhose. When his thumbs pressed on the waist clasp of the garter belt, he paused again. Masu asked, “What’s this? It’s something with metal clips and seems to be holding a belt together. Pantyhose don’t have anything like this.” I explained that I was not wearing pantyhose because they are too confining in the crotch, too hot in warm weather, impractical because any little run means ditching the entire pantyhose, and good ones are expensive.” “So, what are you wearing, if not pantyhose?” I said, “Old-fashioned nylon stockings, 15 denier, with reinforced heel and toe. They are much better made than pantyhose, very sheer, less likely to run, and feel great.

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This story took place twenty ago when I went away with a female colleague of mine, to a business conference. During the conference, we were both required to give a speech to the large group, about a project our company had just completed. Normally, I had given these speeches alone and was a bit annoyed that I was told that I was to do it with a junior member of our staff. However, my boss thought that we would have good chemistry together.Prior to the trip, Margaret and I had worked long hours together on the presentation we were to give and although I looked for any mistakes she might have made, that would have given me reason to keep her from presenting with me, she did pretty good. That didn’t stop me from giving her a hard time about things every chance I could.During the week of the convention, Margaret and I spent our entire days together, giving the presentation and mingling with our fellow attendees. Although Margaret was able to handle her own when it came to company business, when an important client spoke about figures, she knew that I was to take charge and handled the deal. Each night, we went out to eat and had a few drinks.On one particular night, at a Mexican restaurant, it seems we both over did it with the margaritas and really loosen up. What began with talking about her being single, slowly faded into our love lives. By the time we reached our fifth margarita, we were talking outwardly about sex and sexual fantasies.Margaret took a long gulp to finish off her drink, leaned in and asked, “What is the most memorable thing that ever happened to you, in terms of kumköy escort bayan sex?” Her eyes seemed to glow with curiosity.It was my turn to polish off my drink in one, large swallow. I leaned into the table, in an effort not to be heard by the other diners around us, and explained that when I was in my senior year of High School, I had a teacher that would sit in a high desk that had an open front, while she taught her lessons. Because the chair was so high up, the teacher’s legs were at eye level with the students sitting in normal desks. Luckily for me, my desk was positioned directly in front of hers. I began to get flush as I confessed to Margaret, who was herself leaning into the table so she didn’t miss a word, that a few weeks into the semester, I looked up from my notes and realized that I could look right up the teachers skirt. I then explained to Margaret that although I would hate to reveal to her my true age, that this was during the sixties, when the skirts were quite short. At first, all I saw was her knees because she had her legs together.I went on to explain that, as the teacher spoke to the class and shifted in her chair, I would get many different views of her panties and her pubic mound, covered by the undergarment.  I sat back in my chair and explained to my Margaret that since that day, I have developed a fetish for women in skirts and for glimpse up their skirts.Margaret beamed from my candid confession and motioned to the waitress to bring two more drinks. Margaret broke the eerie silence that came upon us by blurting kumköy escort out, “Hell! I was going to tell you about the time I gave my boyfriend and his friend blowjobs in my living room while my mom and dad were in the kitchen!”At that point, we both laughed and changed the subject. Later that night, after I got a chance to sober up, I began to regret telling Margaret of my encounter.During the last two days of the conference, Margaret seemed different to me. She seemed to have taken more charge whenever we spoke to clients, as well as during the presentations. Although she had dressed in business attire on the prior days of the conference, the way she wore her makeup and hair those last few days made her look older and more authoritative.When we got back to work the following week, the president told us how well we did and suggested that Margaret work on more projects with me. One day, rather than have my assistant proof read a report I had created, I sent it directly to Margaret to read over and add her portion of the work to it.When I returned to my office, I found that Margaret had returned the report with corrections on it. To make her point, she had used a red marker to circle grammar and spelling mistakes. I thought it odd but I chalked it up to how Margaret may make corrections to her other reports. However, when I checked my answering machine, I received a message from Margaret stating that, “She was not happy with the quality of my work and thought I could have put more effort in the writing.” She added that she would be out of the Escort kumköy office for most of the day and insisted that I see her at her desk after work to get it right.I became defensive and couldn’t wait to put her in her place. I was the senior manager and she was going to be put back in her place? I tried to contact her for most of the day. When she finally did answer her phone, she cut me off, told me, “It will have to wait until I saw her later that day and that she will call me when she was back in the office.”The day could not go by any faster. I waited for Margaret to return. As everyone else from the company began to leave for the night, I sat and seethed, waiting for the call from Margaret. Finally, just as I was about to leave, I got the call from Margaret, stating that she was in the boardroom and demanded that I get there immediately.When I flung open the big oak doors, I saw Margaret standing in front of the room in a grey business skirt, what seemed to be an extremely white, crisp blouse and black high heeled shoes. She looked incredible. She had pinned her hair back into a bun behind her head and she was wearing bright red lipstick and thick rimmed glasses. She looked much older than her thirty years.She met me with a stern voice and told me to sit in front of her and listen to her teach the lesson. She also told me to remain quiet and pay attention or she will have to discipline me. I immediately remembered back to the restaurant and of my confession about my teacher.I could not resist. I sat in my seat and stared at the woman in front of me. I had to admit, I began to get aroused by the sight of Margaret in that attire and the control she had forced on me.Margaret began writing on the white board on the wall. As she stood with her back to me and taught a lesson on proper writing skills, she allowed me to sit and watch her tight ass move about her.

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Missed my window.After yet another week of late nights at work had kept us from doing anything but sleeping in bed, I’d finally managed to escape at a reasonable hour.  I knew it was almost that time, but I had hoped I’d beat the clock.  No such luck.She was only wearing her bra and panties, getting ready for a shower when I walked into the bedroom.  Her panties let me know I had come up a day late and a dollar short.  They covered more than any others she owned, but looked just as amazing on her.  The problem was that she only wore them at a certain time of the month.It wasn’t a problem for me – at all.  It was for her, though.  I knew it bothered her enough that she would likely never get over it, and I accepted that.  If she was uncomfortable, I knew I could never enjoy myself.She gave me an apologetic look when she saw me cross the bedroom threshold and said, “Sorry.”I smiled and said, “It’s okay.”Her expression turned to a pout.  “No, it isn’t.  Not after I sent you those texts this morning.”As soon as I’d realized the workload was going to let me leave at a decent time, I’d let her know.  She’d responded with a few excited, racy texts, and a bare-breasted selfie from the bathroom stall at work.  I loved the look of them bursting from within the V of her work coat.Obviously, her monthly visitor had arrived at some point afterward.She opened her arms in invitation, and I accepted.  We shared a kiss, and then I told her, “Go get in the shower.”She shook her head, and curiously pushed, guiding me to walk backward a couple of steps.  Side escort bayan I followed her lead, and ended up standing in front of the mirror.“I will, but first…”  She reached behind her and unhooked the clasp on her bra.“Honey…”“Shh,” she admonished while she shrugged off her bra, freeing her bountiful breasts.  “I teased you with these, so it’s only fair.”“You don’t have to.”“I want to,” she responded.  “I want to do more, but I’ll take care of myself in the shower.  I’m taking care of you right now.”With that, she took hold of my wrists and lifted my hands to her tits.  I was having a hard enough time not grabbing them as it was, so I didn’t resist.  I cupped the globes in my hands, feeling the weight of them, and blood began to rush between my legs.  One of her hands slipped behind my neck, pulling my head down to her chest.I couldn’t resist that any more than holding them.  I turned my head and leaned in to suck her big, stiff nipple between my lips.  She trembled and gasped from my hungry suckling, and the hand behind my neck moved upward to tousle my hair.  Her other hand unerringly found my swelling member and squeezed.I hardened quickly from the caress of her knowing fingers, and she turned them to a different task.  I switched to her other nipple while she tugged my belt loose.  She made quick work of it and the fastenings of my slacks.  Though she was already moaning and cooing from the touch of my lips, the sound jumped in volume when her fingers curled around my naked cock.“Take Escort manavgat it off.  Take it all off,” she said in a husky voice.Though loathe doing so, I let her nipple slip from between my lips and obeyed.  She went to work on the buttons of my shirt while I slipped out of my shoes.  Not wanting to interrupt her, I used my toes to pull off my socks.  By the time I finished that, she was pushing my shirt off my shoulders.  I let it slide to the floor, and she ran her hand down my bare chest.  She knelt down, and between the two of us, we removed my slacks and underwear in short order.She stood up slowly, wrapping her off hand around my cock in the process.  I’d assumed she was going to give me a blowjob, but her change in posture suggested I was wrong.  Once she had fully straightened, she hooked her foot into the legs of her vanity stool behind her.  She stroked me with a twisting motion while dragging the stool closer.  Once it was in position, she reached behind her and picked up a bottle of lube that had completely escaped my notice.She moaned when she saw my eyes light up, because I’d guessed what her plan was.  She kept her hand in motion and maintained eye contact as she sat down on the stool.  After a brief glance at the mirror, she popped open the top of the bottle.I groaned from both the sensation of her soft hand stroking me, and the sight of her squirting generous globs of lube into the valley between her breasts and the inner swell of the globes.  She glanced down, and without having alanya escort to be asked, I squeezed her tits together.  It took only a little manipulation to smear the lube into a thin, shiny layer – so reminiscent of when she lotioned them before bed.She opened the hand that had been stroking me and squeezed the bottle over my erect organ.  I sucked in a hard, fast breath from the first chilly touch, but then groaned as the thick streams meandered down my shaft.  Her hand closed around me, smoothing the lotion into an even layer over my cock.  When she released it, I didn’t need any instruction on what to do next.I edged forward, took her heavy breasts in hand, and nestled my cock between them.  They were easily large enough to completely enfold me in a warm, soft, slippery nest from root to tip.  As I massaged my erection with them, I noticed her touching herself over her panties.  It was the first time she’d ever openly done so during her period since we’d been together, so it both surprised and excited me.She noticed me noticing, and her face filled with color.  Knowing how uncomfortable she had to be, I fixed my gaze on her wonderful tits – which was hardly a chore – and stroked my cock with them.  She reached over and picked up the lube bottle again, adding a healthy drizzle between her breasts.Then she took over.  She squeezed her tits around me, moving them in counterpoint – one going up, and one going down.  It was similar to how I’d started, but she was oh so much better at it.  She leaned back, letting me slide between her breasts, and then pop out.  The moment I slipped free, she grabbed my cock and rubbed it over her stiff nipples – one after the other.“That feels so good.  Looks so good,” I said.“You’re so hard for me,” she said while wiggling my cock from side to side, tapping it against her breasts in turn.

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