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Amateur

Since I started writing on Literotica I have gained a lot of followers. Your kind words are always appreciated. I even appreciate the constructive criticism and it is always welcome. To each their own I have always said. Anyhow I posted a story called My Angel On The Line, the true story of how my wife and I met. And if you have read my profile you know we are heading to Vegas to celebrate our tenth wedding anniversary.

At first we were going to have a ceremony on my ship in beautiful British Columbia and then hold a karaoke reception after. Did I mention we love to sing and have even record a few CD’s. Anyway I wanted to do something a little more geared for just the two of us so we decided on taking a drive down to Nevada and spending a week together by ourselves maybe even redo our vows with Elvis! It is only a couple of weeks away and the both of us are getting very excited.

What my wife doesn’t know however is that I intend to have sex with her in every state we pass through. Hopefully I will get to suck on her sweet cunt in Washington State in the fresh mountain air underneath Artvin Escort the starry sky. I can taste her already, her moans would fill my ears, “Yes baby eat my pussy! Oh God I’m going to cum!” She would scream. Shit I already have a hardon thinking about it.

I can’t wait to be driving and have her bend her head in my lap. She can take out my hard cock, that has been straining all day thinking about the great sex she offers me, and slide it down her hot throat. As I put the car into cruise control I will relish the feeling of my cock in her hot wet mouth as she slides it up and down my shaft. She will take me to the brink like she always does just before she sucks hard coxing all my sticky cum down her throat. I can see her now after she has finished licking her lips and smiling at me after she licked up every last drop.

One thing I truly hope to do is park near the Grand Canyon during sunset and place her on the hood of the car. I would pull up her sexy summer dress and slide my throbbing cock deep in her wet hungry pussy. The sky will be painted in golden Artvin Escort Bayan twilight, the perfect back drop, as I thrust deeper and deeper into her hot cunt. My cock always feels amazing buried deep in her drenched box. The best thing is she loves being fucked by me, anywhere anytime. I can almost feel her strong legs wrapped around the small of my back urging me deeper inside. Her juices will cover my pole as we both share simultaneous orgasms.

Then when we get to Vegas I definitely want to take her in the pool. I will have her put her back against my chest as I slide the bottoms of her swim suit to the side to give me access to her scorching freshly shaven pussy. No one the wiser, we are looking like just a normal couple sharing a moment. Little do the people swimming around us realize that my cock is actually concealed deep in my woman’s hot folds. We would be slowly fucking each other slowly, just riding the waves we created.

Maybe we might even get some others to join us in our festivities. Nothing like a total fuck fest in the hotel room with just Escort Artvin a bunch of consenting adults sucking, rubbing and fucking each other to total pleasure. Nothing gets me going more than watching my sexy wife eating another woman’s pussy till that woman cums. Or maybe take another man into our room and have him slide his big hard cock deep in her pussy while my wife is riding him, her ass just waiting for me to thrust my prick deep into her ass. Although my wife has only been double penetrated once in her life (by two guys that is, I double her all the time with my cock and a toy) it is something we would enjoy doing again.

My wife and I have enjoyed sexual contact in Ontario, Quebec, British Columbia, Michigan, Virginia, Tennessee, Wisconsin, Montana and Ohio. After this trip we hope to add Washington, Utah, Oregon, California, Arizona and Nevada to our list of place we have fucked.

Before we die, I want to make love to my woman in all 50 states and 10 Canadian provinces.

I will be taking my laptop with me and I will let you know the progress of the sex filled trip we will be having. You never know you might see us or end up joining us in our adventure. It should be one hell of a party but she deserves it. She is my angel and she has been long over due for a vacation. I just hope this is one hell of a trip for her!

To be continued…

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Unfaithful

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Almost without realizing it, I drummed my fingers on the table by the side of the sofa. A minor delay, five minutes or so, a thing which would never bother me in other circumstances. But of course that wasn’t a regular situation. I leaned my head against the wall, closed my eyes and maybe sighed. Through the door, a loud and clear female voice. Hard to let it go. Normally I would have waited in the hallway, keeping distance from others’ problems, but this time I was too anxious to do that. It was a relief to finally hear them say goodbye to each other, and then a footfall. As soon as the door was open, a lean woman left in a hurry, eyes fixed on the floor. Maybe she knew I had been outside listening to everything that was said in the room for a while.

The man now was waiting for me.

“How are you?” Jake asked me.

“Good, thanks. How are you?” I said automatically. Without facing him, I went across the room and settled on the divan.

And then the silence. He never asked why I didn’t sit on the couch as usual, but I could feel his inquisitor look at the back of my neck — that stare which demands some statement, as trivial as it could come out.

“So?” he asked.

I didn’t know where to begin. All that hurry, and now complete silence. Maybe I just wanted to be there.

“The subject of our last meeting. Your wife’s friend,” he insisted.

“Yeah… This weekend was awkward.”

“What happened?”

“Anna and I planned to go out with some friends on Friday. She wanted to also invite April and I didn’t know how to get that idea out of her mind. Or else I didn’t really want to. I don’t know, it might be more comfortable for me if we had more people around us. But eventually the others couldn’t make it, and once again it was only the three of us.”

“I see.”

“The club was packed. At a point of the evening, April disappeared in the crowd and only showed up again when Anna went to the restroom. We were alone on the dance floor.”

“And then?”

“There was this sexy song playing, a song with a wild beat and an intense riff. April began taking small steps forward with the rhythm, her body gracefully turning to one side then to the other. She was coming closer and staring at me with her chin slightly up, as if she was challenging me, and then turned around. It was not a hump, she moved her hips only up and down in time to the beat while her whole body was taking a slower turn. And I enjoyed every angle, but tried not to stare, apprehensive that it might be some kind of test which the two of them had agreed to submit me to.”

“Do you really think Anna would do that?”

“She has done before.”

“Are you sure?”

“She told me so, long ago. Well, she did that to an ex-boyfriend, but we have been arguing out of jealousy so often that I don’t doubt she would do that to me too. Women are too sensitive to be suspicious for no reason. Anna knows I don’t get through a day without fantasizing about other women, Artvin Escort and also suspects of consummated cheating.”

I paused for a moment. It was really strange that they seemed to have switched places and April and I were too conveniently alone for about four songs. Without any doubt it could have been a set up and, if so, I knew Anna well enough to expect her to do it checking if I wouldn’t be hit by a glimmer of decency and give up at the last minute.

“What happened next?” Jake asked me.

“I took a look around to make sure she wasn’t observing me from a distance. No sign of her. Then I couldn’t help drooling over April, those curves, those moves, thinking that a woman who dances with such confidence and control over her body must be like a hurricane in bed. The very moment this idea crossed my mind, she smiled knowingly, you see?”

“So you’re saying she read your thoughts.”

“Oh, she knew. She just knew.”

“Okay. Go on.”

“Soon after, she turned around once again, very slowly, looked at me and extended her hand in my direction. Maybe she was calling me with her finger, but I couldn’t be sure because of those damn flashing lights.”

“Did you go to her?”

“I was so eager to. I think I’ve never desired a woman so badly in my whole life. My imagination went wild. I pictured myself grabbing her arms, kissing her and pulling her close to me so that she could feel what she had caused with that crazy game of hers. But all I could do was imagine. Meanwhile, she kept spinning, spinning, holding her hair in her hands. I don’t know why, but I’ve always found something interesting in a woman with arms up like this.”

“Maybe it suggests vulnerability.”

The idea sounded true and yet somehow inaccurate in that context. I kept silent for a moment, trying to find out what didn’t fit, and suddenly realized my arms and legs were crossed. This gave me a hint.

“Well, then the result was more like the other way around,” I verbalized. “She lifts her arms and it’s me who feels vulnerable, she whirls and it’s me who gets dizzy. I must have acted like a dork, standing still in the middle of the dance floor with a woman dancing like that in front of me. A woman who couldn’t be mine, but didn’t want to be anyone else’s.”

“Why do you say that?”

“She had already turned down four or five guys earlier, and those were only the ones I knew about. As for the others, I could even picture the hair at their necks standing up merely at a matched gaze, because their faces were a mix of surprise and admiration and desire and embarrassment and confusion all together. And now this woman was trying to drive me crazy. Why me?”

“It could be that thing you mentioned before, or it could be another kind of test. A test of her own.”

“How can I know whether it is?”

“I don’t know. I guess you just won’t.”

I probably sighed once more. The worst part was the doubt.

“Oh, but that waist, Artvin Escort Bayan those feet! And the hair, curled, wild and long. With that hair and that light dress, she seemed to have strolled out of an Art Nouveau poster. I know I can’t do this, I love Anna… But I’m weak, Jake. I’m weak and I’ll fuck it all up. Even if it’s a trap, there will come a time when I’ll turn into a brute. Right there on the dance floor, when she turned her back to me…”

I stopped talking to avoid telling that I almost kissed her neck, pulled her panties aside, opened my trousers and fucked her right there, among all those people. That I pictured myself doing it slowly, a little deeper each hump, in a way which would make it look like — in my dreams — we were only dancing.

The fantasy started causing embarrassing effects, not for the first time in that week. It was time to change the subject.

“I’m no good. My wife doesn’t deserve what I’m doing to her,” I admitted.

“Then you should avoid this woman.”

“As if it was an easy thing to do. Last afternoon, Anna’s cell phone rang while she was driving and I had to answer. It was April. She wanted to know what were our plans for that evening, so I made up that we would be at home watching a movie.”

“There you go.”

“Right. Then she asked me what I would be doing on Thursday. In shock, I laughed nervously and said I didn’t know.”

Replaying the scene, I once again tried to imagine whether Anna had been suspicious of that conversation, and once again considered the possibility that maybe she already knew exactly what April had called her — or me, since she wouldn’t be available — for. That’s when another phone rang, the one in the office, and soon Jake came into my sight to check the caller ID on the table in front of the divan.

“Sorry. I have to answer this,” he said.

It seemed something serious. His facial expression changed during the brief call.

“It’s an emergency. I’m so sorry. I have to leave as soon as possible,” he told me right after hanging up.

“Alright. Is it very bad?”

“I don’t know yet. I hope not. Oh, and we will reschedule our session, don’t worry.”

I agreed, despite grumbling to myself that I didn’t want another session. I needed that one. I was even more tense than before, tense and frustrated. As I was leaving the building, I turned left without knowing why and walked aimlessly until stopping next to a bar. What I had not finished saying to Jake was that April had quietly given me her whereabouts at eight o’clock Thursday evening and that I was thinking about going there, even if only to ask her to stop teasing me.

The hardest part was to avoid Anna at night. In that state of mind, if I made love to her it would be thinking about the other woman, and that I didn’t want to do. But I kept getting aroused just at the memory of April dancing in the club. I tried to calm myself down in the shower, tried to think Escort Artvin of a solution, tried to ask the closest friends for advice. None of this changed what, in fact, was already more than resolved in my mind.

The rest of the week dragged on endlessly — no news, all expectations. And, on the big night, there I was at the bar of the chosen pub, watching the bartender prepare drinks. I had gone straight from office and had been drinking non-stop since seven o’clock, even though I had promised myself not to deal with this under the influence of alcohol. It was already getting to my head when I realized fingers jamming through my hair, holding up firmly and gently pulling my head back, then sideways. There was not a look, nor a word. She simply did whatever she wanted to, as she did from the very beginning, and I had no strength to say “no, I’m married”.

“Damn… Now it’s all fucked up, it’s just hopeless,” I murmured to myself instead of giving her the rehearsed speech.

I paid the bill, left my half finished beer and we snuck into the first cab that passed by. Within minutes, we were alone in a motel suite, where she began to undress. It was a strange version of the striptease I longed for, as there was no music, dance or smiles, but no less exciting. When she was finally naked, I went down on my knees and hugged her… No, I grabbed her, grabbed her as if she would run away at any moment. I kissed her belly, her thighs, her legs, her feet. Those delicate feet… She lift one of them, ran its fingers over my mouth and put it on my shoulder, spreading her legs before my eyes as I watched amazed of what was about to happen. My cock so hard it was aching. My mouth watering in anticipation.

Without using my hands, I went all the way up her inner thigh, licked her wet pussy lips, parted them with the tip of my tongue and teased her clit. I wanted to suck it, but couldn’t help licking her juices instead. The taste was very faint, a bit salty, so good that I instinctively started moving in and out in search of every drop. Fucking her slit with my tongue, massaging her clit with my finger, while she held my hair and looked at me from above with a somewhat ironic smile of approval to what I was doing. But gradually the smile faded away, her breath became irregular and the pressure at the back of my head increased. Her whole body looked tensed up now. I could tell she was about to cum and, as she did, her legs trembled a little bit.

She closed them, pulled my tie and so dragged me to the bed, making me crawl. Asked me to put a condom on, and guess whether I had bought some for us on my way to the pub? A woman that gorgeous flirting like crazy, how could anyone not go for that? No, it’s a lie. I didn’t have to do shit. I wanted to. Because I’m a slut.

That’s what I was telling myself while looking for the condoms in my wallet in the living room, right before hearing a cell phone. I confess it took me a while to recognize the ring tone of my own device, because I couldn’t understand how I had forgotten to turn it off. I immediately ran back to the room, but, to my surprise, April had already answered the call.

And, even before seeing the disdainful look on her face, I knew who was across the line.

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Uptight Woman Turns Sexy

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I’m angry. I’m hurt. We’ve lived together for six months, shared a bed for six months. He tells me I’m an uptight bitch and leaves. And what bothers me the most of all is, he’s at least partly right. I am up tight. I’m trying to make my way in a very prestigious law firm with lots of competition and there is no doubt at all that the firm has less regard for women. Even though I had the highest grades in school, edited the journal and was picked ahead of most others to enter the firm. And, I’ve contributed greatly on the few occasions I’ve been given a chance.

He also told me that there’s probably a real woman in me somewhere if I’d just let it out. I think that it’s likely that I let my female side be too open to him, made myself too vulnerable. I thought our sex life was terrific. He didn’t think so. Too uptight. Never open emotionally. Always need to plan everything. What’s so wrong with planning?

What I need to do is prove to myself that he’s wrong. That I can be emotional. That I can be spontaneous and sexy. That I am a woman, not an uptight bitch. Besides, it’s been almost two weeks. Two weeks without sex after months of having sex at least daily, usually several times a day. He was insatiable, which is one thing I always liked about him. I liked the feeling that he wanted me, that I was wanted, was sexy. Truth is, I loved the sex. So it bothers me even more that he could just walk away from it and I’m the one that’s missing it.

These are the thoughts running through my head as I finish dinner at one of my favorite restaurants. It’s also convenient, just a block from my apartment building. The bus boy at the table across the room must be new, I’ve never seen him before. Maybe I’m too horny because my first thought of him is that he’s a male animal. Too old to be a bus boy. Too big to be a bus boy. He needs a hair cut. Dark, wavy hair down over his ears. Tall, over six feet. Big, or at least broad. Big shoulders, big hands. An animal face. Not fine and beautiful but almost coarse, strong looking. I bet he fucks like an animal.

What am I thinking? He’s a bus boy. Probably an illegal immigrant or something. But I can’t help thinking that he’d probably be a very good fuck. An animal fuck, rutting away. He’s coming this way with a tray, my empty dishes are on the small table I’m at. He nods at me and starts removing the dishes, cleaning the table.

“Do you speak English?” I say to him. Why am I talking to him? Up close that face looks more than masculine, it’s a strong face. strong bone structure. He’s even more massive up close. I’m more sure than ever that he’d be an animal in bed.

He looks at me. Really seems to look, as if he’s studying me. “Yes,” he says. Just that. “Yes.”

“Will you come home with me, spend the night with me?” What am I doing, Beth, acting crazy. I can’t need sex that bad.

He looks at me some more. His eyes are softer than I expected. Looks as if there’s a brain in there somewhere. “Yes,” he says again. Nothing more, just yes.

What do I do now? I have to pay the bill. “Ten minutes,” I say. “Outside the front door.”

He doesn’t smile, just picks up the last of the dishes and starts to turn to take them back to the kitchen. But he says one more thing. “Yes.”

I’ve had three words from him, all “yes”, so at least he does speak at least a little English. Didn’t seem to have a strong accent. This isn’t like me and yet, maybe it is. In college, I wasn’t social. I worked hard. And then, every once in a while, every few months, after a party or something, I’d have a one night stand with whoever I managed to pick up. No long affairs. I was too busy with school. My only long affair ended two weeks ago so I guess I’m back to another one night stand with the animal I just propositioned.

Out front, he’s waiting. He’s big. Not fat at all but tall. I’m not tiny, I’m five feet eight. Fairly trim, perhaps even slim by most standards. But he’s big enough to dominate me and I guess that’s what I’m hoping for. To just let the animal loose on me. I hope he’s not too evil. It wouldn’t look good to come in Monday morning with a black eye or maybe worse. Maybe this is stupid. But we’re at my building quickly, it’s only a three minute walk, then up in the elevator and into my apartment. He’s just come along, said nothing. Neither have I.

“We might as well get naked,” I say to him and start toward the bedroom. He follows me, unbuttoning his shirt as I unbutton my blouse. Naked, he’s even bigger than I had thought. Muscular. Extremely strong looking. Not hairy, as I had almost expected. His cock is already erect, jutting out from a black bush. Big and strong, just like the rest of him. Not anything abnormal, I may have even had larger ones. But definitely big and strong looking. Uncircumcised, the foreskin covering part of the head.

He looks at me and actually says something. “You’re beautiful.”

“My breasts aren’t big enough.”

“Your breasts are perfect for your size. You Artvin Escort have a gorgeous body. Most of the women in this country would love to have a body as good as yours. And perfect coloring. You’re beautiful.”

I’m a red head. At times I’ve liked that and a lot of other times I’ve hated it. Pale skin, tendency for a few freckles on my face. I’ve never shaved my pubic hair, never thought I needed to. I just don’t have much and what I do have is relatively fine and soft unlike the frizzy stiff stuff of many women. Blue, or maybe a little toward green, eyes.

I step closer to him and reach down and wrap my fingers around his stiff cock. He puts both arms around me and leans to kiss me. He’s a very good kisser, particularly for an animal. He uses one hand to pull my pins out of my hair and let it fall loose. I usually have my hair pulled back tightly, it seems fitting for a good attorney. “You’re even more beautiful with your hair loose. You should always have it that way. I thought that as soon as I saw you.” He kisses me again and holds me against him.

The next thing I know, I’m on my back, half way onto the bed and he’s leaning over me, fondling my breasts, licking them, sucking on my nipples. One hand of his moves down over my stomach to my pussy and he slides a finger up and down my slit. I open my legs some. That seems to draw his attention and he kisses down over my stomach , kneels on the floor between my legs and gets his fingers and mouth to me. He is unbelievably good at this. I’ve never had anyone eat me any better, ever. It’s obvious that he’s enjoying it himself, not just trying to please me. It’s as if he’s getting some sustenance from my juices. When I cum he doesn’t stop. It almost hurts, it’s so much. But it’s glorious. I can hear the slurps of his tongue working on me quickly as his fingers move inside me. I’m pulling on that long hair of his.

And then that good cock of his is in me. Filling me. I guess the fuck you’re having is always good but I think maybe this really is the best ever for me. I’m noisy, I love this, I want more. and I tell him so. He tells me how sexy I am. Somehow, we’ve moved from being half off the bed to being on it and he pounds into me. He is an animal, just as I hoped. A really, really good fucker pounding away at me. I have another orgasm, maybe more. I’m yelling and screaming, my legs are up around him, then on the bed pushing back to help him fuck me even harder. This is exactly what I want because now I’m acting like an animal, too, not thinking, just fucking, letting my emotions run my body.

He pulls out and almost hits my hip with a slap, “Roll over” he says and I do. He grabs my hips and lifts and I’m on my knees and he’s back into me, filling me again from behind. He seems even bigger in me than he did before. I’m about half way into an orgasm. In fact I’ve been close to orgasms ever since he started on me. I’ve never felt quite like this. He tells me what a gorgeous ass I have. As he pounds into me his hands roam over my butt, feeling and squeezing. His fingers play around my anus. He reaches down around and massages my clit as he continues to push into me. He’s gathering some of my juices that his fingers carry back to my butt and he wipes them on my anus and starts pushing a finger into me. I’ve never felt this before. It’s uncomfortable. But since he’s fucking me strongly all the while, it’s also sort of sexy. I’ve heard of people having anal sex but I’ve never been interested, however I have to admit that his finger moving in my anus while his cock is moving in my vagina is sexy.

He shoves hard into me and I can feel him ejaculating, filling my insides with warm stuff. He pulls out, grabs my hips and turns me over and lays down on top of me and kisses me, his hands massaging my breasts. “You are one terrific fuck, you know that? You’re a very sexy lady.” He rolls us over so that I’m laying on him. His hands are holding my butt. pressing me to him. I kiss him and he kisses back.

“I’m sticky, how about a shower?” I suggest.

He remains a huge animal as the hot water pours down on me. His hands are all over me and he keeps telling me what great breasts I have, what a lovely body, how sexy I am. I have to admit I love it and stay well aroused and then he’s kneeling on the floor, one of my legs over his shoulder and he’s eating me again. Eating me as if he needs me, wants me. I’m back into orgasm all over again. The water is still running over us and my legs are weak, I can hardly support myself. He turns off the water and lifts me up and lays me on the floor of the bathroom, I’m atop him, his face is in my crotch, working on my pussy and his massive erection is right in front of me. I grab it and feel it, run my hands up and down,. I lick it, get my mouth over the head and suck on it.

I’m cumming again from his mouth and fingers working on me. He rolls us over, his cock pushing so far into my mouth that I’m gagging, momentarily. He pulls Artvin Escort Bayan out and lifts my hips again and gets behind me. His fingers reach into my vagina and pulls out clods of lubrication that he pushes into my ass. It’s scary because I know what he’s going to do. And then he does it. I can feel that massive cock of his pressing against my anus, pushing its way in. I’m still so aroused and so mentally into sex that I have no ability to do anything but accept what’s happening.

“My God, you’re tight,” he says. “You’re the sexiest female possible.” And it’s amazing but he’s fully into me, filling me in ways that I’ve never experienced, Hurting me some but also arousing me some. He slaps my butt cheeks, hard, and pulls his cock partly out and then slides it back in. He reaches around to get his fingers to my clit and massages it. I’ve never been in mid-orgasm for as long as this in my life. I can’t even think. It goes on and on and then I can feel it, this time down inside me, he’s cumming, putting out a warm load. And then he pulls back and out. He lifts me up, holding me up with his arms as he kisses me. “You have the sexiest body possible,” he tells me and carries me into the shower and uses his hands and soap to wash me again. Back out, he dries me off and carries me back into the bedroom and lays me on the bed and lays beside me, holding me against him.

“A really sexy woman needs a load of sperm in her vagina, her bowels and her throat.” He sits me up and kneels in front of me, his cock in front of my face. His cock is too big for me to deep throat it. I can barely get my mouth open enough to get the head into my mouth. But I use my hands and jerk him off while sucking on the head, taking as much in as I can and then sliding it out again. I pull off and lick up and down on the sides. He has a really magnificent cock. I’m so aroused I need to something and my pussy and rear are both almost sore so using my mouth and hands seems to be the sexiest thing I can do and I sure don’t want all this to stop. I guess it works because eventually, after I began to think my jaws were going to freeze open permanently, he starts shooting into my mouth and I swallow.

We both collapse on the bed. I’m sure we slept although I don’t remember. I was wakened though, by his licking my pussy and sucking on my clit. I could see daylight outside, it must be morning. And then I’m cumming and he just keeps on licking and sucking me, then slides up over me and pushes into me again. I wrap my legs around him. I could do this forever, just fuck him and fuck him, on and on. Which is what I tell him. He finally shoots off into me again. I wrap myself around him as tightly as I can.

“Can we just continue this all day long?” I ask. Last night was Friday so this is Saturday and I have today and tomorrow with nothing planned and now that we’re here, I’m dreaming of continuing all this for another couple days.

“You asked if I would spend the night with you and I have. But I have other things planned today. You’re as sexy a woman as possible and I loved every moment with you but I’ve got to go.” And the next thing I know, I’m laying in bed all alone. He’s gone. I’m disappointed but at the same time I hug myself, remembering how great everything was. As I think back, it makes me realize that I don’t know his name and he doesn’t know mine. He knows where I live and I know where he works but that’s it. I’ve had my one night stand and it was everything I needed. I wasn’t uptight at all, I was beautiful and sexy and he was every bit the animal I expected. I’ve even had anal sex for the first time.

Back to reality. Back to being the hard working, brainy lawyer, working her way up in a top firm. And my pussy almost aches, wanting more of what I’d experienced with the animal. Mid week, I went back to the restaurant where I’d seen him, for dinner. He wasn’t there. I asked the maitre’d about him, trying to describe him. “Oh, you must mean Costas, my nephew. He fills in sometimes when we have an emergency.” I had no idea exactly what to do so I just asked him to tell his nephew that I was asking about him, would like to renew our, uh, relationship. I’m not sure I’m going to be able to go back there after the look he gave me, as if he knew what had happened and he was seeing me as a very different person than he was used to. It was embarrassing.

Friday evening I was buzzed from the lobby. It was Costas, so I let him in and waited at my open door for him. As soon as he came in, he pulled the pins from my hair and let it fall loose and kissed me. “You’re such a beautiful and sexy woman, why do you hide it? You should flaunt it. You’d make every man you walk by want you.” The evening was almost a repeat of our first one. I spent hours in what seems like a constant orgasm and he tells me over and over how sexy I am as he makes love to all the parts of my body. I did learn his name and he learned mine. I also learned that he was an architect, Escort Artvin at least a beginning one, and he only worked at his uncle’s restaurant as needed — partly to help out his uncle but partly to earn a little money. It’s expensive to live in this city, he tells me. And again he needs to leave the next day, he has a work assignment that he needs to complete. But I get him to agree to see me again, here or wherever he prefers. He says that here is probably best, at least for now.

I’m left about half believing what he keeps telling me, that I’m truly a beautiful, sexy woman. I realize that may have been part of my problem, that I never felt that was true of me. I was a brain, a hard worker, didn’t let others get to me. And now the animal. Costas, was getting to me.

A week later he’s back, this time agreeing to stay for the entire weekend. Again, I spend Friday evening and night in a continuing orgasm as he tells me how gorgeous I am and uses every inch of my body for sex. Saturday morning I wake next to him and see his luscious erection. I’m licking and sucking on it, sliding my hands up and down on it, as he wakes up. Soon we’re in a 69 as he sucks and licks my pussy and the day is starting gloriously, I’m in orgasms again. After we fuck for what seems to last forever, we head, both naked, to the kitchen to get some breakfast. Coffee and some toast go normally but then he wants something hot for breakfast, he tells me. He sits me on the table, gets in a chair between my legs and puts his mouth to my pussy and away we go again. It does enter my mind that he surprises me, eager to eat a pussy he’s already filled with his cum a couple times the night before and earlier this morning. But then I loved sucking his magnificent cock this morning with our dried juices still on it.

Once he has me gushing out, he lifts me, places me on the floor and mounts atop me and we fuck for another lengthy time, his continuing to say loving things to me and about me. We then take a shower together. Everything arouses him and nothing seems to wear him out, so we’re back on the bed again. I’m convinced he likes his tongue in me even more than his cock. I’m not complaining, I love both.

He almost lectures me on how I should present myself differently. As a beautiful, sexy woman I should dress to make the most of what I have. He checks to make sure I can afford it but then we dress and he goes with me to a couple stores to help me pick out some new clothes. Since I’m still not convinced I can do this, I end up with two new dresses, some new underwear (including push-up bras) and two pair of high heels. Back in my apartment he has me try everything on and raves about how great I look. Changing back out of the new clothes leaves us both naked and back on the bed. My pussy should be sore from his constant licking and sucking but instead I seem to get more and more turned on as time goes by.

It’s by far the greatest weekend of my life. Saturday night and Sunday are almost non-stop sex. We’re both naked all the time. I’m becoming free enough to tell him what a great, muscular body he has and how magnificent his cock is as he goes on and on about my beauty and sexiness and how delicious my pussy is and how perfect my breasts are and what a great ass I have. Incidentally, that ass gets his cock a couple times, too, which surprises me since I’d thought anal sex was dirty and evil until being with him.

The next week I didn’t have the nerve to wear my new outfits to the office but I have a court appearance scheduled that will likely last all day, so I try out one of the new outfits. My hair is loose, my dress is fairly conservative but shows off my body, my heels make my legs look more attractive, at least according to Costas. The hearing goes pretty much as planned. I had researched the whole case and prepared our arguments. I expected one of the male lawyers to actually do the presentation, as they had in similar, earlier situations. But as I walked in, my male cohort feigned to be shocked and told me how great I looked and let me do the entire presentation on my own.

He told me later, once we won the case and were ready to leave, that he spent the whole day looking at me and feeling like he wanted to fuck me. It shocked me some that he’d have the nerve to say that. “I don’t think you’re going to be doing that,” I tell him, even though I’m sort of flattered.

He just grins and replies, “I don’t think so, either. My wife would kill me. It’s just that you look so great after looking so mousy ever since I first met you. I don’t know what’s happened but I think you should open up like this all the time. I also think that maybe you’ve made a conquest. That tall opposition lawyer was giving you the once over all through the trial.”

I looked. He’s actually a good looking guy. “I doubt if he’d ever even recognize me again, if he was looking it was probably in anger because I had better arguments than his side did.”

“Maybe,” my office mate answers, ‘but it looked like more than that. Anyway, I’m going to recommend that you argue these cases yourself from now on, you don’t need a monitor or watchdog along. If anything, we should send one of the new people along to learn from you. You’re good, Beth.”

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Avoid saying no. Seriously, “avoid saying no”, they used to say; the advice they’d give to women when men were coming on to them too directly. “Avoid saying no” only because it can be frustrating or sound too blunt, and well, who would like a forward response to a forward request. Oh, ME!

I’m aching for someone who can just say what’s on their mind, and be real. No perverted one-liners, half-assed rhetorical questions and cheesy macho cliches. Flirting, however, is not always best for that rugged type of behaviour. Proceed with tact there. Proceed with caution. Be careful with your words. It is often assumed that men are the only ones capable of being blunt, forward, Artvin Escort care free.

“I’m going for a shower — would you like to join me?” he said. He was leaning against the arch of the living room wall that gave to the hallway, and he had this stare of cluelessness about him. I nodded no.

It had only been four hours. For four hours, we’d been busy at getting his garden set up for spring. He broke a sweat. His long Kenny G. hair was draped over his skinny frame. If this guy didn’t have his hair, he would probably hide. It was his only asset. He smiled and waited for my answer. I sat on his couch, taking a deeper breath.

“I’m going for a shower — would you like to join Artvin Escort Bayan me?” — every other word, a string that made me want to laugh at him. I imagined having to kiss his nerdy face and really felt sorry for the guy.

He waited for an answer. I stuttered, but I answered. It probably sounded like an unsure ‘yeah’, but in my mind I was saying ‘oh puhlease’. This was gonna be a mercy shower.

So he walked to the couch, grabbed my hand and I followed him to the bathroom. He slowly got the shower ready and running. Smiling at me, eager for me to join him I just let him undress and watched.

– DEEP SIGH –

It was about 20 minutes later that day when my second Escort Artvin date, Eric, called on my cell and saved me from having to spend more time with this little online role-playing game addict nerd. I left to play in his bathwater and went on to be with a real man. Ah… the fabulous world of a free woman.

– gulp –

So,

– clears throat –

When I got to Eric’s house, I was greated with a big warm hug, as he smoothly tackled me at the door, his large shoulders, hockey player type, pinning me there.

– gulp –

I just lost it.

– swallow –

I just grabbed hold of his ass cheeks, and really let go as I explored his wonderfully hot mouth with my tongue. Something told me that he had something planned out for the afternoon or maybe it was the fact that I saw the curtains were drawn open, and the towels were on the kitchen counter. Wait a second — I thought. Did he want me over here to test out his new hot tub?

(to be continued)

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Vanessa Lee shuddered as she lay back in her tub, wondering how she had gotten herself in this mess. Jason had just tossed her a towel to clean herself up, which she did in quiet embarrassment, trying to not think, or look at the petrol pump attendants who had these huge grins on their faces, and were high-fiving each other long after Jason had pulled out of the gas station.

He had driven them to Professor Tan’s house, leered at her as she got out, and didn’t even attempt to help her as she tried to drag the professor’s body out of the car. His wife was out of town, but a very disapproving maid made her way out to assist her. Vanessa had grabbed a cab home, resisting all the while the temptation to touch herself in full view of the cabby, and trying in vain to ignore her damp panties, and even damper pussy. The moment she got home, she rushed to the bathroom, drew a bath, and fingered herself to an orgasm the minute she hit the water. Now, thinking back on the evening’s events, she held the shower spray under the water, directing it towards her cunt, and juddering as she replayed the scene, over and over again.

Jason Rodriguez was a bastard, no doubt about it. But he had given her the strongest orgasm she’d ever experienced, and he hadn’t even touched her while doing it. No, all he’d done was dominate her, while she sucked on that big beautiful cock of his. Was he done with her, or was there more to come? Didn’t he say that they’d have so much fun together? She half dreaded what that could mean.

The next morning she found herself waking up an hour earlier than usual with butterflies in her stomach. She found herself wanting to reassert the confidence that had been in short supply the previous night. She chose her ‘no-fail’ outfit, the one that always got heads turning. A short flared denim skirt that came to just below her butt, which would have given half the staff and students a heart attack had she bent down to pick something up, and a tight tee with five buttons, the top three of which she left unbuttoned, showing more than a glimpse of her lacy demi-bra. Slipping on a matching pair of white thongs, she checked herself out in the mirror and instantly felt better.

Knowing Jason, he would probably have spread last night’s deeds to all and sundry, but as she strode into school, the (still) admiring looks she got from just about everyone told her that her reputation hadn’t suffered all that much – yes, Jason had gotten the better of her that one time, but every red-blooded male still wanted to fuck her, and every girl still wished they could be her. Heads turned as she made her way to class, and Vanessa revelled in the attention. As she approached the school building, she saw Jason, his back facing her, even as the jocks he was with openly leered at her, sliding their tongues out and making lewd remarks. Jason didn’t turn around at all, and she inexplicably found herself in a bad mood as she sat at her desk.

That morning, she couldn’t focus on her lessons, and though she amused herself by teasing the new teaching assistant by letting her legs drift open as the lesson progressed, she quickly realised by lunch that the one person she wanted lusting after her was acting as if she didn’t exist at all. She decided she’d had enough, and cut afternoon class to go the college gym to work off her frustrations. Changing into her white tee and Artvin Escort short shorts, she made her way down to the gym, which she knew would be practically empty this time of day. She limbered up, looking around at the machines and trying to mentally work out her schedule for the day.

Starting with the bench press, she got on her back, grasping the bar with both hands, and inadvertently found herself thinking how similar Jason had felt in her hand the night before – smooth and hard. Instantly she felt a little moisture creep between her legs. Stop it, Vanessa. Just write off the damn incident, and thank your lucky stars he didn’t try anything else. As she lifted the bar off its rest, a figure came into her view, and she started, almost dropping the weight in the process. Jason caught the bar, and gently lifted it back onto the rest.

“Damn you Jason! I could have dropped the bar on me!” Her anger ignited as she recovered, and realised how close she’d come to harm. She was further incensed by his grin, which showed no trace of apology. He merely spread his legs on either side of the bench, so that his crotch was almost directly over her head as he bent down, and spoke to her.

“You’ll need a spotter. I’ll help.” He lifted the bar once more, and kept his hands on it as she grabbed the bar, and slowly eased it to her chest, breathing in deeply as she did so. She couldn’t help noticing the smell that emanated from his shorts, the one that had intoxicated her the night before. It was just inches away, his manhood, and she could make out its faint outline – twitching slightly? – in his shorts. She tried to focus on the weight in her hands, and did so with a modicum of success, but performed the exercise fairly routinely, all the while very much aware of Jason’s cock just hovering out of reach. She had to squirm slightly as her panties grew damp again.

Apart from his eyes straying occasionally over her body as she heaved the weight, Jason hadn’t behaved inappropriately at all, and she was experiencing mixed feelings as she ended the routine. He directed her silently to the free weights, where he chose a set of dumbbells for her. Vanessa faced the huge mirror that ran alongside one entire wall of the gym. Looking at herself, slightly sweaty from her efforts, and cutting one hell of a figure in the tee that now clung to her body, and the shorts that showed off her beautifully smooth legs to great effect, she knew it would be one strong willed man who wouldn’t want to jump her. But Jason merely took his place behind her, holding both elbows close to her sides, as she did her arm curls. She could feel his soft breath on the back of her neck, and as the strain of the dumbbells began to tell, he moved in closer, so she could hear him breathing; he used some of his strength to help her with the weight, and she could feel his muscular arms tightening around her, almost in a an embrace that might have come across as suggestive had they not been in a gym.

She could also feel something else. Pressing against her lower back. Insistently, with a heat of its own. Instinctively she arched her back and pressed her ass back against him, gyrating almost imperceptibly, squeezing her thighs as she felt her desire spread throughout her body. Still Jason did nothing, and it was a pattern that repeated itself over the next hour; him putting her through Artvin Escort Bayan her paces in the gym, holding her waist and hips, brushing his hand across her exposed tummy, stretching her legs, and running his hands up and down her thighs – all to ostensibly make sure the proper form and posture was kept as she worked her body. Her body was burning at the end of the hour, and she was very sure most of it wasn’t related to the strain from the weights.

She went off to get some water, and when she returned, Jason was seated at the instructors’ desk on the second level, which overlooked the entire gym. She walked up to him, and rested her arms on the metre-high partition that separated the instructors’ corner from the rest of the gym. Over the loud music blaring from the speakers, she saw him mouth some words, but couldn’t make it out. Leaning forward, she motioned for him to repeat himself.

“Get over here and suck my cock.”

“What?” Stunned, she just stood there staring at him dumbly. She couldn’t believe what he had just said, and looked at him uncomprehendingly.

“Get. Over. Here. And. Suck. My. Cock. Now.” He leaned back in the chair, hands behind his head. “We both know you want to.”

Shaking – from anger? From fear? Lust? – Vanessa’s mind went blank. He was crazy if he thought she was going to give him a blowjob in the school gym, with the ten or so people scattered across the large room. Last night was one thing, but this was…

“Now. I won’t tell you again, Vanessa. Come over to other side of the partition and get on your fucking knees.”

Unbidden, she obeyed him, a maelstrom of lust and anger whirling inside her. She gave a quick glance around at the others in the gym – mostly buff male homosexuals preening in front of the mirror – and walked over to the desk. A few metres away, she stopped. And knelt, unsure of what to do next, and if she was really going through with this.

“Take your shirt off.” She complied, tossing it onto the floor beside her. “Good girl.” He spread his legs. “Crawl over here and take my cock out.” Vanessa moved gingerly on her knees over the 2 metres or so that separated them, and placed her hands on his thighs. Undoing the sole button on his shorts, she reached in with her right hand and drew his tool out. In the light, it looked even larger than she remembered.

Without waiting for his bidding, she leant forward, and was on the verge of taking him into her mouth when he grabbed her hair roughly, holding her a few inches away from his cock. “Beg for it.”

Resigned, she proffered, “Please.” “Not good enough.” She sighed inwardly. She knew what he wanted, and was initially loath to give in to him, but figured he wasn’t going to let her get away with it. “Please Jason, let me suck your cock.”

He relaxed visibly, and let go of her hair, though he still kept a hand on her head. She bent to her task, opening her mouth as wide as possible to receive his monster dick. He slid in more easily than she thought he would, and the taste of his cock enveloped her mouth, and whole being, as she sucked on him, torn between taking her time with his stunning cock, and wanting to get him off as quickly as possible in case anyone approached the desk.

In any case, there was no hiding the pleasure she obviously derived from having him in her mouth, and she was Escort Artvin glad that the loud music drowned out her groans as she reached her hands behind his back, pulling herself onto him, and swallowing more of his cock than she thought humanly possible. Inch by inch, she took him, suppressing her gag reflexes until she felt his pubic hair tickling her nose. She was drenched in sweat, and the realisation of the gratification she was providing him, and she found herself desperately wanting to please him, and give him a blowjob that he wouldn’t forget in a hurry. Caressing his scrotum lightly with her long fingernails, she felt a familiar twitch, and a tightening of the grip on her hair. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum – I want you to suck it all up…”

She redoubled her efforts and was soon rewarded with a gush of hot semen in her mouth, which she tried her best to swallow. But there was too much, and some dribbled out of her mouth onto her chest. Jason scooped up his cum from her chest with two fingers, and directed them towards her mouth, which accepted his fingers readily, and Vanessa continued sucking on his fingers long after they had been licked clean. Obediently, she buttoned him up, and put her t shirt back on, but remained on her knees, her eyes locked on his.

“Get cleaned up, and meet me in the men’s shower room in five min. I’m not done with you yet.” Jason stood up, and walked off, leaving Vanessa on her knees.

Shortly after, she entered tentatively into the shower room, which was empty except for one cubicle, from which she heard the sound of water running. Making her way to the cubicle at the end of the room, she peered in and saw Jason naked, showering, the soap and water cascading off his leanly muscular frame, his cock that had lately been in her mouth jutting out at an angle. He opened his eyes, and crooked one finger at her. Without even bothering to take her clothes off, Vanessa walked into the shower cubicle, the strong warm spray soaking her immediately from head to toe. Grasping her shoulders, he pressed her against the wall and kissed her roughly, one hand pulling her head towards his, the other at the small of her back, pressing her body to him. She placed her hands on his shoulders and wrapped her legs around him, feeling lightheaded as he jerked forward, his cock forcing itself against her covered cunt. Even through the material, she could feel the heat and the pressure of his cock, and as he ground his crotch into hers a few more times, the desire that had been threatening to spill over from the moment she had seen him that day, burst forth, and as she came, hard, she released her mouth from his kiss to groan incoherently, muttering “oh god” over and over again. He didn’t stop his thrusting, and had her cumming two more times in the space of a minute as he clamped his mouth on the nape of her neck, biting down with savage pleasure as he felt her trembling, shivering body shake violently with the force of her orgasms.

Setting her down, he let go of her when her feet touched the ground, and let her crumple slowly to the floor, the shower beating down onto her exhausted, spent, quivering form. Jason laughed, and walked out of the cubicle, drying and dressing himself. Squatting down beside her, he lifted her head up towards him, noticing with satisfaction the occasional spasm that racked her body. “This is turning out to be a lot more promising than I had thought, Vanessa. Friday night, there’s a party at Deidre’s. If you’re a good girl, and do exactly as you’re told,” Jason grinned, staring at her as she fought to catch her breath, “I might just give you what you want – I’ll fuck your brains out.”

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She came up the walk from the parking lot in her stately way every morning at about the same time, on her way to work downtown. She was fifty-seven; a bit stout, but not ill-adjusted to it; and she was a secretary, as he was. Her path took her by his door, that’s all, and he watched her go by.

The man chatted with her most days– the weather, something– and she couldn’t help noticing the gleam in his regard. Incredible as it seemed, something in his eye said he was actually interested! She thought back over the times he’d spoken, once the thought occurred to her. He really did seem to want something, sexually.

“I’ll show him!” she thought. “Next time if he does it, I’ll cut it off quick.” That lecher! Gabby was a married woman!

The next day, he was there, casually smoking and smiling on her. “It’s true, look at him!” she frowned.

On the other hand, it had been some years since any man had shown much interest. “I’m kinda dumpy and frowsty,” she reflected. “And he’s hardly even fifty, I bet. Just a puppy.” She smiled back and took his good morning soul deep, savoring it. “He does want me, though,” she exulted, and despite her resolve, she smiled more welcomingly.

She was certainly mature enough to handle this sort of thing– out of practice, maybe, but she knew how to shut them down.

“D’you have a moment to have some coffee with me this morning?”

“What?” He’d spoken, but she’d been thinking.

“Please, if you have a moment. I have coffee and we could talk a little.”

“I have to go to work, there’s no time!” she said. “But thank you.”

“Come a little earlier. We can make the time if we like. I’m Jeremy Hawkins, but they call me Jay.”

“Gabby Laforce; Gabrielle.”

“How do you do? We’ve spoken most mornings, but it’s nice to have your name.”

“I may come earlier. We can take ten minutes for coffee.” What am I doing? she wondered.

“Splendid!” He was very casual. “I’d like that. Tomorrow, then, Gabby?”

“All right. Tomorrow; we’ll try it.”

“Wonderful.” They bid each other farewell and she was conscious of his eyes on her from behind as she walked off. He was watching, all right. Her hips swayed nicely in the long skirts she always wore. “Over-upholstered a little,” he told himself, “but not bad.”

“That wasn’t how it was supposed to go,” she chided herself. She’d have to let him know tomorrow that she was married. “I’m too old to be playing games, leading men on.” Gabby was firm with herself.

But she allowed him fifteen minutes the following day, coming Artvin Escort quite soon to her parking spot. And there he was! He was coming down to meet her. “What a flattering thing,” she remarked to herself.

“Gabby! Do you have a minute for me today?”

“I– I’m married, Jay,” she said, rather more abruptly than she’d intended.

“Well, I’d imagined that you might have been,” he said cozily. “But don’t you ever have a moment?”

That was a double meaning! Gabby eyed him. He had a puckish expression; he had meant the double meaning, almost certainly, she thought. “Listen, Jay–“

“I’m married, too, you know; no shame in that. Come on inside.”

“For coffee?”

“To talk a little in the mornings, and for coffee.”

“Just so you realize I’m a married woman,” she said, but it didn’t sound forceful, even to her own ears. She took his arm when he offered it, allowing herself to be helped from the car. He laid his hand, a big warm one, on hers, so she held his arm all the way to the church door, where he let her precede him. She could smell coffee. The office door was open. The warm lamplight spilled into the corridor with the coffee smell.

She turned to face him, and he stepped in a little too close.

They moved to his office, where a red gingham tablecloth had been spread and small gnocchi-sized little cinnamon donuts sat on a little yellow platter. Delft-blue china held milk and sugar; a basil plant in a black crack-glazed pot radiated its rich green leaves over the whole. Primary colors, white and black, and all the crockery nicely fat and round: a charming table.

He played host and explained how he’d made the fritters with a fry-bread recipe. He had to remind her, gently, that her hour had come around. It had been, in fact, a lovely little stolen time together. She requested a return for the next day, and he beamed his satisfaction to have pleased her.

Twenty minutes early, she pulled in and felt gratified to see him again, waiting and puffing his pipe. “Good morning, Jay!”

“Gabby! How’s my kitten?”

“Just fine!” The reference was to a portion of their conversation the day before. She felt comfortable already with the faintly spicy arrangement. She was not really being naughty, but she was thinking naughty thoughts. It was delightful.

He had small muffins and butter this time. When she was finally due to leave, he gave her a hug. She lingered in it; it felt nice and she liked the pipe-tobacco male smell of him. His fingers played over the swell of her Artvin Escort Bayan buns, but she excused it, let him feel them, and snuggled her chin into the hollow of his neck.

When he palmed her bottom firmly, she broke the embrace. But she smiled at him. It was for forgiveness on the account of his impertinent hands, but he took it as a signal to continue, and kissed her. During the kiss he held her buns again.

Gabby wasn’t sure why she let him have the kiss. When they broke it, she was going to speak, but he asked her not to.

“Please, Gabby, let me hope. Monday?”

“I can’t–“

“Tuesday, then? Please.”

“No, Monday’s all right. I just can’t–“

“Don’t say it. I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t worry, but I can’t let this go very far; do you understand?”

“I’ll be good. One more kiss then?”

“My God! Come here!” She opened her arms and kissed him again. She pulled herself against him and sent her tongue into his mouth; he was hard! He was feeling the side of her breast, too. She lay a hand atop his, and he cupped it and thumbed across the nipple through the blouse and bra.

“Whoo!” she said. It was warm, all at once.

“Monday,” he said firmly, and she nodded. He watched her walk away again. She was unsure what she was going to do when Monday came.

She had several changes of plan about it all weekend, now thinking a little playful grope, now thinking just a chaste kiss, now thinking a firm insistence on proper behavior. These were choices it was such a treat to have to make! How long had it been?

Monday saw her almost a half hour early. He stepped out onto the walkway only after she’d already gotten out of her car, but he was there, and they greeted one another warmly. As soon as they got the door closed they embraced ardently in the corridor. She didn’t want to stop. Jay handled both breasts sweetly; he explored her buns with his big hands. She could feel that he was quite randy. She kept kissing, she squeezed his glutes and dueled with his tongue.

“Gabby, I want to lick you! Come in, give it to me, I want it!”

“No sex.”

“Just let me lick!”

She nodded and smiled bashfully. He kissed her again. She took his hand from her breast and pulled him into the office. He knelt before her and lifted her long soft skirts, while she reached in and pulled her underwear down.

“Sit on the desk and just lean back, Gabby kitten.”

“Yes. Oh, kiss! Kiss it. Oh, Jay.”

He was thorough and very insistent. Her juice covered his face, familiar Escort Artvin sensations exploded in Gabby’s pussy; she didn’t exactly come, but it was very sweet.

“Up on your knees, let me lick it from behind,” he said, and she made the turn.

He licked her anus, too; everything! He brought his fingers into play and fucked his tongue into her. She was sopping. She came a third time before she began to even question what was going on. The clock said there were fifteen more minutes left.

“Let me suck you, Jay,” she gasped. He sat on the edge of the desk and she dropped to the floor.

“Lick my balls, kitten. Lick my cock.” Her mouth moved in. “Oh, yes. Yes, now open your mouth and suck!”

So Gabby found herself sucking off a relative stranger on her way to work, kneeling with her pantyhose around her ankles on a hardwood office floor. She decided to show the younger man how cock got sucked when she was young. Gabby had been a specialist during high school when this man was still about six years old. She’d sucked whole beach parties back then. He didn’t realize his cock was throbbing in the talented mouth of a master of the art.

Still tingling, she explored Jay’s cock. Her eyes were closed and his balls resting in her palm as she sent her tongue to trace its borders and dimension. A good cock, an interesting mass of cords and gristle, heavy balls and a hot shaft, designed for cunt.

But it was responding to her tongue and lips, too; they all did. She worked his cockhead into her throat and brought her lips deeply onto the hairy base of it, pushing against the bone beneath with pressure, then moving them in a kiss. A startled Jay yawped in astonishment and his hips twinged, his balls lifted. Licking, she retreated, lips tight on him, to the end. She met his eyes and listened to him babble delightedly.

“Just the beginning, sweetheart,” she bragged. Fourteen minutes, the clock said. She paced herself perfectly to his responses, and held him enthralled but just barely unable to come. With fiendish inventiveness she throated, kissed, licked and sucked, and also displayed an astounding array of techniques with her fingers. Jay trembled on the brink for an eternity.

“Now you’re going to come, Jay. Come right in my mouth,” she said. She triggered him everywhere all at once, and come he did! A brilliant suck. She was proud of it. They had two minutes to get dressed and kiss goodbye, and he tasted wonderful, and he couldn’t possibly mean all those nice things he was saying.

I deserved that, she told herself, rising to put her pantyhose back together. Jay was still complimenting her.

“You deserved that, baby,” she told him, patting his cheek. “You did me so nicely! But now I have to go, so get dressed, see me off.”

“Right! Thank you! Can I count on you Monday?”

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I pushed the nose over and picked up the necessary airspeed as I neared the airstrip. The old bird was doing just over 200 as we crossed the end of the runway. I put in the back pressure on the stick and the nose came up nicely. When we were vertical I released the pressure and kept us going straight up. The speed fell off rapidly and when she was done she fell off to the right, whipping around into a tight spin. I let her go two turns and recovered heading in the original direction. I barely had the required speed when we were just past the other end of the strip. I sucked the stick back again until we were heading straight down on the back side of the loop. A quick 180 degree roll and we pulled out heading back down the grass strip.

I put the nose a little above the horizon and rolled 90 degrees and held the nose up with top rudder. After a pause I rolled inverted and used forward pressure on the control stick to keep the nose up a hair during the next pause. I completed the four point hesitation roll in the same manner. I did a 90/270 turn about a mile out and had good speed coming back to the end of the strip. I pulled up again and this time I did a loop to a landing. Worked out OK except I was a hair hot and had to make a wheels landing.

I taxied to the tie down area and shut the old bird down. I climbed down and saw Buck Larimore pull up in a golf cart grinning at me. I hobbled over to the cart and he drove us over to a large shade canopy where there was a crowd of people. Fred, Buck’s dad jumped up and greeted me with open arms. He introduced me to his new wife. She was a really lovely lady who I liked a lot right away. I didn’t think he would ever get over the death of his first wife. He grieved hard for thirty some years. He was really in love with this one too. Made me real happy to see it. Buck and his cute little wife, Lucy, and Fred and his wife, Jessie and I all sat at a table and Jessie introduced me to a familiar looking lady. I couldn’t place her.

Fred said, “Lucy, did you see the little show this old one legged plumber put on. Pretty damned good. Never saw it done better.

This guy is responsible for me being here. He got a leg shot up in Nam. He was flying a old Skyraider prop plane when anti aircraft fire hit him. His weapons officer/ air controller was hit bad too. Benji here flew for almost two hours back to Tan Son Nhut and landed. He wouldn’t bail out because his Weapons Office was unconscious. He couldn’t crash land because he had several tons of bombs hanging under the plane and they wouldn’t drop. He just put a tourniquet around his mangled leg and flew home. I’m damned glad he did, I was the weapons officer.”

Jessie jumped up and ran around the table and kissed me, “Thank you for bringing him back. Thank you so much.” Tears ran down her cheeks.

I patted her back and said, “Honey, I had to bring him back. He owed me money. I think it was three dollars. Fred did you ever pay me?”

“About forty times, glad to do it again though.”

The lady Jessie had introduced me to took a chair next to me. She asked, “Benjamin Thornton, Do you remember me? We had a couple of dates in Washington D.C. about twenty years ago.”

I looked at her more closely. “Maggie Murphy? Am I right?”

“You do remember, how are you?”

“Damned good. You look just great, not a day older. You have aged well. I think I was in love with you when you dumped me.”

“Oh! Benji! I didn’t dump you. I was given hot orders to NATO on temporary duty and when I got back a week later you were gone. I couldn’t find you. You were released and didn’t leave a forwarding address. I cried for weeks.”

“Damn, I thought I got stood up or dumped. Where do you live?”

“About three miles from here, I am Jessie and Fred’s neighbor when they are home. Where do you live?”

“Here for now. I am staying in the double wide over there. I sold my house in Miami and got out of there. Nothing there for me anymore anyway. Are you attached, married or anything?”

“Not now, how about you? What are you doing here?”

“Just messing about with fast airplanes, fast cars, and fast women. Actually, I not doing well at it, my plane is very slow, my car is a truck and I can’t find a woman.”

“I don’t believe you don’t have a female friend unless you aren’t trying.”

“Listen, will you let me take you out to dinner tonight? Five of us were going to a seafood place about fifteen miles from here. Will you go with me, please. You owe me a date, remember?”

“Let me think about it for a while. Who else is going?”

“Fred and Jessie, Buck and Lucy, and you and I if you accept. If you don’t I will probably just stay home and mope.”

“OK, I’ll go, I can’t stand seeing a grown man cry.”

“That’s great! I have to go change out of this sweaty old flight suit. Want to walk over and see where I am living while I change. I won’t be long. They have one of those great showers here. You get in and hit a button and the water hits you already at the right temperature Artvin Escort and from about twenty different angles then it shuts off after about two minutes. You soap up, shampoo your hair or what ever while warm air surrounds you. When you are ready you hit the button and you are rinsed off as long as you like. I only have it set for a few minutes. I’m all done in six or seven minutes.”

“Sounds like fun, I’ll have to try it some time.”

“Not tonight! I don’t shower with girls on the first date. If you do they think you are easy.”

“This isn’t our first date, remember?”

“Oh! Right, come on and we’ll both get clean.”

“I’m not showering with you tonight.”

“Ok, be a spoil sport! I love you anyway!”

“Are you ever serious?”

“Baby, when things are very important to me, I made light of them so people don’t know I am really chewing my nails hoping I won’t be disappointed.”

“Is tonight important to you?”

“If you won’t laugh at me I’ll tell you.”

“I won’t laugh at you, only with you!”

“Then the answer is yes, to night has become very important to me. Getting to learn everything about you again is very important to me.”

“I’m not laughing, I think you are a very sweet guy when you are serious. I would love to get to know you too!”

“Great, let’s take our shower now.”

“Is that all you think about? Getting me in the shower?”

“Not really, I can’t think about getting you in the shower or I will become sexually aroused. So you just wait here in the family room. There is a wet bar over there, help your self. I’ll only be a few minutes. Promise you won’t peek?”

“Yes.”

I ran and got undressed, stepped in the shower and sat on my stool and took off my leg and set it out side. I was out in a few minutes and dried my stump carefully and slipped into some jeans and a sports shirt. I put on boat shoes and brushed my teeth and my hair and my facial hair. I was ready. I looked up and Maggie was sitting on my bed watching me. She laughed, “You can’t trust me about not peeking. I will just say I liked what I saw. You were really trying to hurry. Would you do me a favor please?”

“Sure, anything at all.”

“Please kiss me.”

I walked to her and pulled her gently into my arms. I opened my lips slightly and pressed them to hers. Her arms went around my neck. It was a long passionate kiss. It was for me anyway.

She pushed back and looked at me. “Yep! You still got it. That was very nice. I loved it.” She grinned at me. “More to follow, details on the evening news..”

“What was that about Maggie?”

“About seeing if you still turn me on like you did twenty years ago.”

“Do I?”

“You’ll have to learn that on your own.”

We joined the others and had delightful evening at a rustic restaurant in the middle of nowhere. I couldn’t recall an evening in the company of a more delightful and pretty lady. I took her home and wasn’t invited in. I did get a very nice goodnight kiss.

I called her the next morning and asked if she were coming to the big Barbeque. She assured me she was, and that she was looking forward to seeing me again. She arrived with Jessie and Fred. I walked to her and took her hands and looked into her eyes. “May I kiss you good morning?”

“I would love that, Benji.”

I kissed her.

“I missed you when I got home last night.”

“I know, I felt the same way.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I did. I wanted to invite you in last night. But I knew that If I did we would end up in bed together very quickly. I am not quite ready for that yet.”

“Will you let me know when you are ready?”

“Oh! You will know alright! I talked to my girls this morning, I told you they are staying with their Daddy for a month. They say they miss me and want to come home. They have to stay two more weeks though. I miss them very much.”

I hugged her gently to my chest as she shed a few tears. I softly kissed her nose and said, “Please don’t cry Sugar, I can’t stand to see you unhappy.”

She looked up at me and said, “I’m OK now, thanks for being here for me.” I hugged her a bit harder and said, “I love helping you. I am here anytime you need me, for anything. Call me if you need anything from your lawn mowed to sweet kisses, I’m ready.”

She put her hands on either side of my face and pulled me down and softly kissed my lips. I felt that to my toes.

Fred said, “If you guys are finished necking right here in broad daylight, I could use some help at the smoker and grill.”

I took her hand and we let Buck and Lucy go take a nap, they had been cooking since three o’clock in the morning. I got quick instructions on how to keep the fire at the right temperature in the smoker and was told what time to get the chickens out of the cooler and start them grilling. I appointed Maggie as my assistant. We sat in the shade under a canopy and enjoyed watching the planes land and park. There were a lot of them. More than I had thought there Artvin Escort Bayan would be. Maggie and I worked well together. We arranged the chicken quarters on the grill and watched then carefully. After ten minutes we turned them skin side up and basted them. They were looking good when Fred stopped by to check on us. He said Lucy and Buck would be back in about ten minutes. Maggie said she thought the birds were ready for the mop sauce so we started putting it on. Damn, I loved being with her. I was falling in love with her again. I just couldn’t help it. I needed to slow down and not scare her off.

Lucy and Buck checked on the smoker and the grill and said everything was perfect. They brought another cooler full of beer and soft drinks for the cooks.

We sat and chatted for a while and Buck asked if we would help them with the ribs. They were done and we cut the slabs into individual ribs then put then in big pans. We sprinkled a bit more sauce over them and covered them with foil and put then back in the smoker to stay warm. We made a big final push to get everything ready. Maggie checked the huge cooker full of corn on the cob. I carried a pan of ribs to the serving table and went to get a pan of chicken. Lucy had a big pot of baked beans. I love baked beans and had to taste them. They were excellent. I complimented Lucy on how good they were. “Do you think they are sweet enough?”

“Just right, I think you use my momma’s recipe for beans, she always said add brown sugar until you think it is too sweet then add another cup.”

Lucy giggled, “That is exactly the way my mother taught me.”

I saw Maggie staring off into the distance. I touched her arm and asked if she were missing her girls. She smiled and said she was. I took her hand, “Where are they?”

“Punta Gorda”

“Would you like to see them tomorrow?”

“What?”

“I’ll fly you down and you can rent a car and go see them for a while, then we’ll fly back. It will be a Sunday. Should work out ok.”

“Would you do that for me?”

“Sure, if it will make you happy.”

“Can I use the phone in your house?”

“Of course you can, help your self.”

She was back in twenty minutes. She was grinning. She said, “He agreed, the are very excited. I told them we would meet them at the airport at ten o’clock, and visit about an hour. Will that be alright with you?”

“Sounds good to me.”

I borrowed Fred’s little Lake Amphibian and we taxied up to the parking area after a pleasant flight. I looked at my watch and it was ten o’clock. I helped Maggie down from the plane and looked around to see two girls run to her and hug her. She kissed them both and I looked up to see her Ex-husband striding out behind them. He was a large man . way bigger than I am. He pulled Maggie to him and kissed her for a long time. She had warned me that he liked to hurt other men with his handshake. I was ready and when he bore down I gave it all I had and smiled. Tears ran from his eyes and he grabbed his hand with his left hand. “Sorry, did I squeeze too hard? I forget how strong my hands are.” He glared at me, then laughed, “Damn, you are strong for a skinny old guy.”

“Not really, you must be loosing your grip!”

Maggie introduced me to her twin daughters, Anna and April. They were very cute girls and shook my hand. I asked them if they wanted to go for a ride in the plane. Naturally they wanted to go, Maggie giggled and said, “We will be back in a few minutes. Will you wait Tom? Or do you want to go?”

“I’ll just wait here.”

The girls were tickled to death with the ride. They had a good time. They didn’t want to go back.

We landed and Tom was waiting to help them out of the plane. Maggie kissed the girls goodbye but not Tom. Tom waved and we were on our way. We taxied out to the end of the runway and the tower instructed us to hold short of the runway, that there would be a short delay because of a funeral fly by for a local pilot who had been killed a few weeks ago. I turned the plane so we could see better. We saw a lone T-6 in Air Force colors fly slowly by. The rear cockpit was open and empty and the plane rolled slowly back and forth. It disappeared into the distance. I explained that it was a thing some units did before the missing man formation was used.

I let Maggie fly the plane on our way back home. She enjoyed it and wanted to learn more. I told her I would give her a lesson any time she wanted one. We landed at Ocala and I filled the tank up. Then we hopped back to the Larimore Strip. There were still a lot of planes there. Actually it looked like they had gained a few. Fred greeted us and I told him the plane was perfect. We both thanked him profusely. He said it was ours any time we wanted it. Maggie and I walked back to my place to relax a little and freshen up a bit.

As soon as we were in the door she turned and hugged me and kissed me. “Thank you, Dear Benji, you were sweet to do that for me.”

“Thank you for warning me Escort Artvin about the handshake.”

“I couldn’t believe you hurt him. I loved it.”

“I think he still loves you.”

“No he still wants to possess me and control me. He never will again.”

“I would love to possess you too!”

“Would you really?”

“Yes, but I’m willing to compromise on the control bit.”

“I want to be in command.”

“Of what?”

“Just you.”

“Me?”

“Yes you, I want you to obey my orders. Understand? Here is your first one. Take me to your bed and screw me silly. OK?”

“Yes, Mam! I am yours to command! This way please, your highness.”

“Don’t get funny with me smart-ass, don’t forget I was a Marine too.”

I pressed my mouth to hers and carried her to my bed. I helped her pull her blouse over her head. She wiggled her little butt around as she slipped out of her jeans. I sat on the bed and took my shoes off and pulled my jeans down. I took my leg off and watched as she reached behind her and undid her bra. Her breasts were very lovely, still high and proud with large pointy nipples. She slipped her panties down and her mons was smooth shaven. She was in fabulous condition for any age. My erection was throbbing. She moved to the bed and lay on her back. I slipped up beside her and kissed her sweet lips.

I ravished her mouth. My tongue and lips were everywhere in her mouth and on her face. My hands explored her body. I gently caressed her breasts, her hips, and her sex. She had a death grip on my penis. I slid down and sucked in an erect nipple and puffy areola. Delicious. I moved to the other breast and she was obviously having a good orgasm.

I moved the other hand to her silky smooth mound. I loved the way it felt and looked. I moved my head to follow my hand. I moved between her legs. I parted her labia with my thumbs, her large nether lips parted too. I ran my tongue over everything. I felt her shiver and tremble as she moaned softly. She cried out as I ran my tongue between her inner lips and all around them before I sucked them into my mouth. I savored their taste and found a tiny trickle of her juices. I lapped them up noisily and she giggled.

Her clit was right where it should be and I licked it with my tongue flat then sucked on it too. Then I pulled back and saw I could cover everything with my mouth at one time. I sucked on her whole pussy at once. She screamed in delight. I moved back up over her and rubbed my cock over her pussy to get him slippery with her juices. I pressed forward and he slipped in all the way. My pubes were against hers. She screamed again and startled me. I was so hot I just had to pound mindlessly in and out of her as she shook and moaned. She said she was there and I pounded harder. Then my climax hit like a thunderbolt. I was as stiff as a board and could feel pulse after pulse of my cum gush into her. I couldn’t breathe and fell beside her gasping for breath. I pulled her to me and held her tight. If I was going to die that was how I wanted to go. Then I was OK. I didn’t let her go though. I just kissed her face and cried a little. “That was so damned good I can’t believe it. What have you done to me.”

“Dear man, I want to know what you did to ME! I realize now that I have never been loved before. Not like that anyway. What did you do?”

“I guess I just have to work harder to over come your natural revulsion about my deformity.”

“What? I never ever thought of your leg and was certainly not revolted by it. I just loved your loving. You did things to me that no one has done before and I really loved what you did. Now you get your second and third orders. Never ever say that to me about your leg. Third, lean back and cuddle me and rest a bit before I make love to you. You got that mister?”

“Yes Mam!”

We snuggled together and I pulled the covers up over us. I was happy and content. She put her head on my chest and sighed, “I am so happy and content. It is wonderful.” I laughed.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Because I was just thinking to myself about how happy and content I am.”

“Really?”

The next two weeks were like heaven. We were probably not away from each other a total of two hours the whole time. I was deeply in love with the girl. Then it was time for the twins to come home. I offered to fly her down to get them but Maggie said Tom was bringing them home.

The night before the girls were to arrive she cried and said she wouldn’t be able to see me for a while. Then she told me that the twins and Tom had begged her to have their father and Maggie try to get back together. She said she knew it would never work but that she owed it to the girls to give it a try.

I looked at her, “Maggie, do you love me?”

“Yes, Benji I do. With all my heart. What else can I do?”

“Tell them NO.”

“I can’t do that without giving them their chance.”

“Does this mean he will be staying in your house?”

“Yes.”

“Sleeping with you?”

“I think that is what he has in mind but it won’t happen.”

“How do you expect me to handle this? I flat out hate this. I love you Maggie and thought we would get married. I guess you haven’t been thinking along those lines. I think you have just dumped me again.”

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Chapter 1 Thighs on the Menu

Author’s Note

Like the other stories I have posted here, including my other multi-chapter story, A Swinging Odyssey: A Couple’s Journey into Sensuality, the following multi-chapter story, Two Thighs, is fiction. Its characters are not modelled on anyone I know.

To readers who have read A Swinging Odyssey and liked it, I thank you. I enjoyed writing the story and am pleased that at least some of you enjoyed reading it.

My readers will notice right away that the two main protagonists, Aiko and Gerald, are the same two characters who were featured in A Swinging Odyssey. Several other characters from my earlier story also make their appearances in this story.

I have written Two Thighs to make it a completely independent stand-alone story. In other words, reading A Swinging Odyssey is not a prerequisite for reading Two Thighs. In cases were references are made to events that took place in A Swinging Odyssey, I have worked in very brief summaries of those events into this story.

Finally, this story describes episodes of unprotected sex that, in real life, are risky and could result in an unwanted pregnancy or a sexually transmitted disease. Fortunately, this is a work of fiction. I have the power of the pen to write such inconvenient problems out of the story.

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It all started with two thighs exposed in a restaurant.

‘What a lovely woman she is,’ Gerald thought, looking at a woman sitting at a table on the opposite side of the restaurant.

What captured Gerald’s initial attention was her fully exposed smooth and flawless white thigh. She appeared to be unaware that her dress had ridden up her thigh when she slid onto the bench to face her partner. The sight of it caused a stir in his loins. He had a strong urge to take possession of her thigh, to stroke and kiss it.

Wanting to know who the thigh belonged to, Gerald turned his attention to the whole woman. She had blonde shoulder-length hair, blue eyes and a cute snub nose. Her sundress seemed to emphasize her soft, curvaceous, almost plush, features. They made her look both cute and scrumptious at the same time.

Gerald estimated that she was slightly taller than his own wife, Aiko. Her most prominent feminine features were her breasts and her ass. Although her breasts would look generous on a taller woman, on her, because she was relatively short, they actually gave her a luscious buxom look. Her thigh, he finally noticed, was attached to wide baby-bearing hips and both were attached to a delightfully ample but firm ass. The general effect of her features was to make her look compact, soft and curvy. He found her to be exceptionally sexy.

The blonde was conversing with a man sitting opposite to her. Their body language told Gerald that they were probably a married couple. He guessed that they were in their early thirties.

“Sir, do you prefer breast or thigh?”

Aiko could tell that her husband was lost in thought. A kick in the leg jolted Gerald into the realization that the waitress had come back.

“Uh, I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“I just need to clarify your grilled chicken order,” the waitress explained. “Do you prefer breast or thigh?” she repeated.

“I think he wants thigh,” Aiko answered for him.

The dry way she made the statement made it clear to Gerald that he was ‘in flagranti delicto’. His wife had caught him staring at another woman’s thigh, obviously lost in thoughts of sex. He was embarrassed but then smiled. Gerald knew his wife actually did not mind his open admiration for other women’s physical attributes because she herself was not above admiring delectable male flesh.

Aiko and Gerald loved only each other but they also had an honest and open relationship that allowed them to appreciate members of the other gender without fear of jealousy from their spouse. After all, they were swingers.

What actually embarrassed Gerald was the thought that someone in the restaurant other than his wife might notice his lust-driven admiration for another man’s woman. Socially conventional people would not know or understand the unique relationship he had with Aiko, his wife and the mother of their two children. Such people would conclude that he had no respect for his wife when in fact the opposite was true.

He tore his eyes away from the unknown woman’s thigh to look at his wife. She had that knowing look in her face. He saw no jealousy. In fact, there was no room for jealousy in their relationship. They belonged to a swingers’ group of four couples who were more or less in the same age range. Jealousy was incompatible with partner swapping.

“Yeah, thigh,” he answered, keeping a straight face while trying to will his cock to soften.

After the waitress left, Aiko leaned over to get a view of his crotch. She saw that it had gone back to its normal limp state. “I bet you’d like to serve that blonde some sausage,” she declared.

Aiko sat back down into her seat. “But she is quite beautiful,” Aiko added, “although men who like their women tall, thin and long-legged, would probably Artvin Escort consider her almost dumpy. She seems to be your type though. Am I right? You know, cute-as-a button, short and voluptuous with curves in all the right places.”

Gerald laughed. “You got me sweet heart. She has a nice thigh, a pretty face, and her sundress barely hides the fact that she has generous curves in all the right places. She defines voluptuousness.”

“I guess you used your masculine X-ray vision to imagine what lies underneath that sundress.”

“Touché,” Gerald answered. “Score two for you. And what’s your opinion of him?” he wondered.”

Aiko licked her lips. “He’s pretty good-looking too, you know.”

“Is he?” Gerald countered. “I’m not gay so I didn’t notice.”

Aiko kicked his leg again.

“Okay, okay, he’s not bad looking,” Gerald conceded.

“Not bad looking? He’s a hunk,” she emphasized. “If you weren’t so busy gluing your eyes to her thigh, you would have noticed her partner caught my attention too.”

The man was similar in build to Gerald and appeared to be fit. He had curly dark-brown hair and dark eyes, an aquiline nose and olive-coloured skin, features stood in contrast to Gerald’s blond hair, blue eyes, strong slightly bulbous nose and naturally whiter skin. Compared to Gerald’s squarish look, this man had a rounder head that seemed to soften his face somewhat. Gerald took him for a Mediterranean type.

Then Gerald turned his thoughts to his own wife.

Although Gerald had had a preference for the type represented by the blonde when he was single, he ended up marrying Aiko, a petite Asian woman with the classic Japanese facial features. While she could be described as skinny before their marriage, after the birth of their two daughters, she had filled out and became curvier, much to Gerald’s delight.

‘Marrying her,’ he thought, ‘was the best life-altering decision I ever made.’

Aiko interrupted his thoughts again. “Now what are you thinking about?” she asked.

“I was thinking about you and our life together. Marrying you was the best decision I ever made,” he said sincerely. “No one is more important to me than you are.”

Aiko grabbed his hands into hers. “I love you too,” she declared smiling broadly.

They leaned over the table and gave each other a little kiss.

Gerald looked at the other couple again. “They look like they’re having a, uh…” Gerald tried to pick the right words and finally decided, “a difference of opinion now.”

They were too restrained to characterize theie animated discussion as a fight. Of course, it was possible that their restraint was influenced by the fat that they were in a public place.

Gerald was also puzzled. “I wonder what that was about.’ He was positive that neither had seen him gawking at the blonde’s exposed thigh. “What gives?” he wondered.

At that moment the pretty little blonde said something to her partner that caused him to stop arguing. He looked toward Aiko and Gerald and made eye contact. He realized that Aiko and Gerald were watching them have their quiet argument. He looked embarrassed. He waved with his hand in an apologetic manner but his wife still seemed to fume about something.

Both couples resumed their meals.

“That’s kind of strange,” Gerald said. “Why is he apologetic us when I’m the one who is being naughty?”

Aiko giggled. “I got revenge.”

“What are you talking about, Aiko?”

“While you were thinking your lovely thoughts about me, I ‘accidentally’ on purpose exposed my thigh for her husband to see. It caught his attention.” She smiled as if she were proud of herself. “A few seconds later, she noticed he seemed distracted. She followed his gaze and realized he was looking at my thigh. She got pissed at him for looking at another woman.”

“You’re a little vixen, Aiko,” Gerald chuckled. “Knowing you, I’m sure you were happy with the result.”

Aiko smiled. “It’s only fair,” she pouted. “You’re attracted to that cute little blonde and so I made it my mission to tease her hunk of a husband.”

“Well, I couldn’t help myself,” Gerald admitted. “She looks so mouth-watering delicious.”

Once more erotic images entered his mind. His cock twitched again in response. He made a conscious effort to chase them away lest his now flaccid surged back to full life.

A few minutes later, the blonde and her husband got up to leave.

As they passed Aiko and Gerald’s table, the man apologized. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend.” He addressed most of his remark to Aiko.

His wife stood several steps back keeping an eye on Aiko and her husband.

Aiko pretended to be totally unaware of her exposed thigh, hoping that the blonde would conclude that she was totally unaware of it.

“What for?” Aiko asked.

“Your thigh is exposed,” his wife said from behind him.

“Oh, really?” Aiko said pretending not to know. She looked at her exposed thigh. “Oh, thank you for noticing,’ she said.

Under the table, Gerald kicked her softly on the leg, letting her know that he knew she Artvin Escort Bayan was making a sly double-entendre.

The man blushed as Aiko re-adjusted her dress to cover her thigh again.

The couple then left the restaurant.

Aiko and Gerald finished desert, paid for their meal and then left the restaurant to return home.

“They actually seemed like a nice couple,” Aiko said as they drove home. “Maybe I shouldn’t have done what I did. I got him into trouble with his wife.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Gerald commiserated. “She started it. Maybe his wife is a jealous type. She’s hypocritical too for showing off her thigh while berating him for admiring yours. As he has a jealous wife, he should have been more discreet in his lechery. It isn’t the first time a husband got in trouble for something like that. It won’t be the last time. She’ll put him in the doghouse for a while and then she’ll get over it. Once they get laid, they’ll be okay,” Gerald opined.

Aiko wanted to kick him in the leg for the third time, but he had his foot was on the pedal. Instead, she poked him in the shoulder. “You’re an idiot,” she laughed.

“It works for us, doesn’t it?” Gerald said smiling. “There’s no reason why it couldn’t work for them. Love conquers all and sex is its lubricant.”

“Oh god,” she moaned, “sometimes you say the dumbest things.”

He smiled broadly. “I’m a guy. What do you expect?”

While driving, Gerald noticed that his wife was thinking about something. “What’s on you mind?” Gerald finally asked.

“Well, something about them keeps nagging me,” Aiko said.

“Yeah, what?” He trusted his wife’s intuition about other people.

“Hmm, let me think. Let me think.”

After a few moments of thought her mental light bulb turned on. “I know!” she burst out. “I remember him. He moved into the house across the street and about four houses down from us last weekend. Remember? The house that was sold about three months ago.”

“Really? We’ve got new neighbours and it’s them? I hope it doesn’t get too awkward when we introduce ourselves. Sooner or later, we’re going to meet them.”

“Let’s not wait, hon,” Aiko suggested. “Let’s just get it over to their house and introduce ourselves. I don’t like to be on bad terms with our neighbours.”

“Okay,” Gerald agreed.

* * *

Aiko and Gerald made a point of looking down the street to see if their new neighbours were at home. A few days later, a Saturday, they saw them leave in their car and then come back about two hours later with a load of groceries and other supplies for their home.

About an hour after that, Gerald saw him on the front yard. “Aiko,” he called, “he’s mowing the lawn. It might be a good time for us to go over there and introduce ourselves.”

“Okay, hon, I’ll be right with you. Just let me get changed.”

When she came down the stairs, she wore a white blouse, which allowed some cleavage to show and white shorts that, along with her white running shoes, bookended her smooth, lithe flawless legs. Her black hair, which barely reached her shoulders, framed her Asian face in a way that emphasized her natural exotic beauty. It was the most daring she allowed herself to be without raising major eyebrows among their mundane neighbours.

Gerald wore shorts that ended just above the knees and a T-shirt that seemed to mould around his fit body. He was still in good shape for a guy who was in his mid-forties.

Both were dressed on the borderline between casual and sexy. Fortunately, the day was hot and seemingly justified their sartorial choices.

The couple walked down the street to the new neighbours’ home. Gerald approached the man mowing his lawn.

Seeing someone from the corner of his eye, he stopped the machine to see who it was. He stopped in surprise when he recognized Gerald as the same the blond man, with his Asian wife, who he had met in the restaurant in less auspicious circumstances.

“We’re neighbours,” Gerald announced extending his hand. “I’m Gerald. I’m pleased to meet you.”

They shook hands.

“And this is the love of my life, my wife Aiko,” Gerald said. “She’s not only the most beautiful thing on two legs, she’s also very clever. She put two and two together and realized you and your wife are the new neighbours.”

“Don’t believe him,” Aiko said. “I’ve got other parts besides my legs.” Then she winked at him.

“I’m Ryan,” he replied as he extended his hand. Ryan could not help himself. He gave Aiko a quick once over, then blushed when the expression on Aiko’s face indicated that she had noticed.

Instead of taking his hand, Aiko stepped right into him and hugged him as if he were a friend she had not seen in years. Aiko hung onto him for a few extra seconds. The effect on Ryan was immediate. A bulge developed in his pants and pressed against Aiko’s belly.

“Nice to see you Aiko,” he managed to say thoroughly flustered.

“Don’t pay any mind to my wife,” Gerald said fully aware of the effect that his wife was having on their poor new neighbour. “She can be a tease,” Escort Artvin he added.

Aiko smiled sweetly to him as Ryan finally managed to pull himself out of her embrace.

“And now you get to see more of me,” Aiko smiled. She stepped back away to reveal her cleavage, her bare arms and shoulders as well as luscious legs and her enticing thighs once more. “Ta-da,” she said. She opened her arms and hands as if to show herself off.

“And now you’ve been in touch with him too,” Gerald told Aiko.

The innuendo made Ryan feel uncomfortable. Aiko’s obvious flirtatiousness toward him had already unsettled him. Gerald’s remark increased his discomfort. ‘Oh god,’ Ryan thought, ‘I think they must have noticed must my reaction. This is so awkward.’

He hesitated for a moment and then recovered his composure. “Would you like to meet my wife?” he finally offered. “She’s in the backyard doing some gardening.”

“Oh yes, please,” Aiko urged.

Ryan led the couple to the backyard where his wife was planting some flowers. She was on her hands and knees facing away from them. She wore very short shorts. Aiko and Gerald stopped while Ryan approached his hard-working wife.

Gerald’s eyes were fixated in the blonde’s ass. ‘Nice,’ he though, “I love those wide hips.’

Aiko elbowed Gerald in the ribs. “Down boy. Behave yourself,” she whispered.

“Nora, darling, we’ve got some visitors,” Ryan announced.

Nora looked up. She was just as surprised as her husband had been to see that it was the couple from the restaurant.

“This is Gerald and his wife Aiko,” Ryan said.

Nora removed her gloves and stood up to shake their hands.

The effervescent Aiko moved quickly. Catching Nora off-guard and smiling, she kissed her cheek. “Let’s be friends,” she said without preamble. She stepped back and then took Nora’s hands. “You’re so cute and beautiful. Don’t you think, hon?”

“Yes, she is,” Gerald said trying to sound as if he was just being agreeable like any normal loving husband would be to any equally normal wife.”

Nora turned to Gerald. He shook her hand firmly but gently while looking into her eyes. He saw a twinkle in her eye, which he recognized as a sigh of attraction to him.

“Don’t be shy. Give her a hug, Gerald,” Aiko urged. “You don’t mind, do you?” she said addressing Ryan.

Ryan was caught off-guard. Gerald did not wait for Ryan’s answer. He pulled Nora into his arms, kissed her cheek and pressed his body against her and embraced her for a few seconds. He was careful to make sure that he kept some space between his stiffening cock and her belly. His instincts told him not to repeat Aiko’s deliberately provocative hug. The couple was shy. Aiko could get away with her hug because she was a petite Asian woman. He could not do the same, he surmised, because Nora would likely take offense to such intimate contact on his part.

Aiko and Gerald offered to help their new neighbours. Nora and Ryan insisted that they could handle everything themselves. They said that did not want to impose on their neighbours. Aiko and Gerald insisted that helping them was no imposition. It was the neighbourly and therefore right thing to do. “We would feel like we’re being bad neighbours if we don’t help, even a little bit.”

The new neighbours acceded to them. Aiko helped Nora finish the gardening and set up the kitchen while their husbands moved furniture and performed other heavier work inside and around the house.

By late afternoon, after several hours of working in the heat, the couples were tired and sweaty. They decided to call it a day.

“Thanks a lot,” Ryan said sincerely. “You saved us a lot time.”

“No problem,” Gerald assured him.

“We’ve all put in a lot of work this afternoon,” Aiko chimed in. “I don’t feel like cooking. Do you?” she asked Gerald and their new neighbours. Before they could answer, she added, “Let’s get washed up and eat out. I think we deserve a break. Let’s go back to the restaurant where we met. This time we’ll sit together and get to know each other more. Okay?”

“Our treat,” Gerald added.

Nora and Ryan exchanged glances.

“What do think, darling,” Ryan asked his wife.

“Sure,” she agreed, “but I think we should treat them because they helped us. It’s only fair.”

“I agree with her,” Ryan said. “We’ll go to the restaurant on the condition that it’s our treat. Agreed?”

Gerald shrugged his shoulders. “Who am I to argue about free food? Are you okay with that?” he asked Aiko.

She nodded her agreement.

“Why don’t you guys come over around 6:00?” Ryan suggested. “That will give us enough time to wash up. We’ll go together in our car.”

* * *

A while later, the two couples found themselves in the restaurant. They discussed a wide range of topics during a long leisurely dinner. Nora and Ryan were about ten years younger than Aiko and Gerald.

Ryan was an accountant in another nearby city while she worked locally as a law clerk. They had rented an apartment located roughly halfway between their two work places. Because their workplaces were now in the same city, they decided that now was the time buy a house, partly as an investment, but mostly to reduced their commute. Aiko and Gerald gave them all kinds of suggestions and tips for living in a house, which Nora and Ryan greatly appreciated.

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I’d like to thank everyone for their great feedback on my first piece, U-Turn. This is still new terrain for me, so any comments are welcome Erik

* * * * *

Finding an apartment isn’t easy. It had been two years since my roommate had gotten married and I was still stuck back at my parents’ house. It can be pretty easy to get at home: free food and no rent can be pretty convincing. After a while I began to realize that no grown man should have to be told to clean his room because his grandmother was coming over. The apartment search was on.

So this is where I am: tired as hell with the real estate listings in the paper peeled back to the “shares offered” section. Walking and riding the subway for hours can take its toll on you. I had one ad left to investigate and I wasn’t hopeful. Wash. Hgts., Own room in 2 bdrm, 2 blks from A train, great view, $400. A nice neighborhood, cheap rent and apparently the current tenant didn’t care if you smoked. In New York this is too good to be true. I was pretty sure that I would arrive to either find the apartment taken or it would be condemned.

After a short train ride and a very short walk I found myself in front of the building. Thankfully it looked in very good repair and very well maintained. I hit the buzzer for apartment 3C, crossed my fingers and waited.

“Hello” buzzed the usual androgynous intercom voice.

“I’m here about the apartment.” Open sesame, the door clicked.

Two flights of stairs and three doorways later I knocked. A rather attractive woman of about 28 opened the door. She had dark red hair that flowed in gentle waves from the top of her head, which was approximately 5 feet away from the soles of her bare feet. She wore a denim work shirt that was not tucked into her comfortable looking jeans. She extended to me a hand that had a delicate thin silver band between the top two knuckles of her ring finger. “Hi, I’m Jesse. You’re here about the room?”

“Yes. I’m Erik, nice to meet you.” I shook her hand. It was soft, warm and not the least bit sweaty, none of which I could say for mine. “I hope it’s still available.”

“You betcha. The ad just came out today. I’ve had a few inquiries, but they were some pretty strange folk. Come in.”

I stepped over the threshold and she showed me around. The room for rent was right next to the front door and it was an absolute cavern with a view of the river. I was ready to take it right there, but the tour continued. Adjacent to that door was a hallway with a closet that led to the bathroom and a bit further down the entry hall was the kitchen. At the end of the hall was a heavy purple velvet curtain that served as a door to the living room, which was another cavern with a river view. “And through that last door is my room” concluded the tour.

“Wow, I’m sold, but I’m sure you would rather find out if I’m ‘strange folk’ before I move in.”

“That would probably be a good idea” came out with a pretty, lilting laugh. “Coffee?”

We sat in the kitchen and had coffee getting to know each other a little. Could we share an apartment? That was the thrust of the conversation. “Are you from New York” she asked.

“Yep, born and raised. You?”

“No, I came here about a year ago from Tennessee. Not too many graphic design jobs there.”

“Oh, you’re a graphic designer, then?”

“Yessir, born and raised” she joked. “What about you?”

“I’m a carpenter.”

“Really? So you could, like, fix stuff? Around the apartment?” She had a light and sweet drawl in her voice. This was when I started noticing how very attractive she was in earnest. She had a great complexion with a light tan and, from what I could tell from her handshake, soft, smooth skin. Her lips were full and verging on crimson. She wore no make up and didn’t need to from what I saw. I had to snap myself out of this. This was an apartment that I really wanted to live in and I didn’t want to freak her out. Instead I just relaxed, tried to forget about how adorable she was and just have a nice conversation with her.

Eventually she grabbed for a cigarette out of her pack and found it empty. “Shit, how did that happen? Could I bum one from you?” I grabbed my pack and found the last two. We both had fresh packs when we sat down. That’s when we realized how long we’d been talking. “Well, I guess you can have the room then” she said through her soft laugh and bright smile. “There’s no one in it right now if you don’t want to wait for the first of the month.”

Good Goddamn. I had an apartment. I had an address. This was great. I thanked her, gave her first and last months rent, took my keys and went home to pack. By the next weekend I had moved in.

My first night in my new apartment was a Saturday. I spent the whole day with my buddies hauling my crap up three flights of stairs. We had a couple of beers and watched a ball game, and when they left I set about fixing up my room. When my new roommate got home we went over the stuff that I should put in the common room. Stereo? Hers was great: no. TV? Mine was bigger: yes. Playstation? Double yes. When all was arranged she asked me what my Artvin Escort plans were for the night.

“Are you kidding? After moving all day? Nothing. I’m gonna flop my ass down on the sofa and reeeeelax.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a plan. Want some company?” she asked.

“Sure. It’s downright depressing to vegetate by yourself.”

“Cool. Lemme get changed. I could use a shower too.”

That sounded like a great idea. After the day I had I could use a cleaning and a change of clothes. I dug out a towel, some shorts and a tee shirt and headed to the kitchen for a beer while I waited for her to finish in the shower.

Freshly scrubbed and dressed I sauntered into the living room feeling like a million bucks. Jesse was sprawled out on the couch in a pair of soccer shorts and an old white undershirt that had seen better days, probably during the Ford administration. The undershirt had probably gone on right out of the shower as it was pretty damp and left very little to the imagination, but I blocked that out of my mind for the sake of my sanity: rules of thumb, never conduct business with friends and never sleep with your roommate. She motioned to the other side of the couch and smiled warmly. “Make yourself at home, because you kinda are.”

I plopped down into the plush old couch and felt like I was sinking into a cloud. I could’ve fallen asleep right then and there but I was so comfortable I wanted to stay awake for a while and just dig it. Just then Jesse leapt up. “Jesus, I almost forgot, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“What? For me? Why?”

She smiled. “If I told you then it wouldn’t be a surprise. Just think of it as a housewarming present.” Off she went into her room. When she reemerged she had a very well used bong and a huge bag of some very sticky looking weed. “You smoke?”

“Is the Pope catholic?”

“Cool, otherwise you’d just have to pack up your shit and get out” she joked yet again. Then she popped open the bag. I could smell it across the room. It was the dank shit. We did a couple of bong hits and got comfy. We were high and silly. Our feet were pointing towards each other on the great big comfy couch and before long we were giving each other foot massages. It was getting more and more difficult to tell myself that she was my roommate in a very fly pad and I didn’t want to fuck it up by coming onto her. I decided to play it cool, suck it up, and just be mellow. Besides, she was super cool, no sexual vibes needed; she was just going to be a good friend; that was unfathomably attractive; that lived down the hall; that was rubbing my feet; that was doing a very god job of it. I might just be fucked.

After the first few months, life in my new apartment was going smoothly. I was doing a remarkable job avoiding the issue of how intensely desirable Jesse was. Our friendship was becoming a very close one. We had coffee together in the morning and took turns making dinner every night. After dinner we would smoke a little bong and flop in front of the TV. I couldn’t believe that there was actually a woman in this world who liked video games and Sports Center as much as any guy I’ve known.

There were a few uncomfortable moments due to the fact that she was incredibly open, very flirtatious (in an entirely friendly way), and couldn’t even manage to look bad in the morning. She had a habit of wearing that same old tee shirt when she relaxed and it didn’t leave much to the imagination. She was incredibly comfortable around me and we exchanged massages when we needed them, mostly her asking for one or just pouncing on me with one after a rough day.

And then there was the wrestling. It wasn’t often very much, mostly just playfully fighting each other off to get to the phone, or first into the bathroom after breakfast. Just a little harmless fun. On occasion something would get grabbed, but it was always accidental and never prolonged; we had our limits. I was getting rough for me to do this because I found out very specifically just how toned she was and grabbing her by the hips made me think of doing the same thing in a different context.

One night after dinner we sat and flopped in front of the TV. We were significantly stoned and pretty giggly. She was watching some piece of crap when one of my favorite shows was about to start. I reached for the remote.

“Don’t you dare!” She was smiling. Here we go. I lunged for the remote but she grabbed my wrist. I sat bolt upright and tried to reach over her with my free hand but she countered by getting up on her knees and grabbing that wrist too. In a second she had me pinned with my hands above my head and she straddled me, pinning me in place. “How you gonna change the channel now tough guy? We’re watching this.” She wanted me to fight back. She loved it, but the last thing on her mind was sex, she was just playful.

But there she was. This amazingly beautiful woman was straddling me. Her face was right above mine. Those sweet full lips, trembling from exertion, were inches from mine. Her thighs, with skin as soft as a chamois were lying across mine. Her hair had started to Artvin Escort Bayan slip from its ponytail and silken tendrils of it danced across my cheeks. Her green eyes poured her soul into me. It was too much for me to bear. I was aroused.

She noticed. She had to have. We weren’t wearing much and she was sitting right on top of it. Here eyes widened and she looked down. I yanked myself out from under her and quickly sat on the floor. She pulled herself together and curled up on the couch with her arms folded across her chest.

“I’m sorry…” we both said in unison.

“Look, I’m really sorry” I continued. I was blushing and I couldn’t even look her in the face. “I couldn’t help, I mean I didn’t mean to…”

“No, that’s okay” she cut me off. “It’s kinda flattering actually.” She was smiling again, thank God. “I mean I guess I haven’t exactly been thinking about, or, I don’t know, I guess I just never thought me running around half naked would turn you on. I was just; I guess I just never thought of it like that. I tell you what, I’ll cut back on that stuff from now on.”

“Okay.” I didn’t quite know how to feel. On the one hand she was really cool about something she had every right to be uncomfortable with and ask me to move. On the other there was the most amazing woman I have ever seen or known telling me she never thought about me sexually. Guess how much sleep I was going to get that night.

The next morning Jesse came into the kitchen for our usual morning coffee wearing a big terrycloth bathrobe. I didn’t even know she owned a bathrobe; she was always running around in those shorts and that tee shirt. Obviously she meant what she said about “cutting back on that stuff.” I suddenly felt naked by comparison in my usual boxers.

“Listen, I kept thinking about last night after you had gone to bed” she began as I put her coffee in front of her. I had a feeling I knew what was coming next, she thought it over and she really was uncomfortable and would I please move out. What I didn’t expect was conversation we were about to have.

“Worse things happen in the world every ten seconds. There’s no reason to be freaked out,” she continued.

“You’re really not weirded out by this, by the fact that we share an apartment?” Have I mentioned that I’m an asshole? Presented with a get-out-of-jail-free card I proceed to tell that she ought to put me out into the street.

“Not at all. Like I said at the time, I’m flattered. I never really think of myself as being able to elicit that kind of reaction. The more I think about it, it was kind of, well, hot. Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Well you’ve borrowed my razor” I chuckled, “it doesn’t get much more personal than that.”

“Did you do anything about it?”

“About what?”

“Well it seemed like you had a pretty major erection, how did you deal with it, did you beat off?” I choked on my coffee. “I’m sorry. If it helps any” she stared down at her coffee and blushed, “I did.”

What did she just say? My member started to wake up and I pulled my chair in to hide it under the table.

“I couldn’t help my self, I just had to. I know I said it never entered my mind, but I don’t know how true that is. All those times I’ve pounced on you, all those massages, there’s part of me that can’t keep my hands off of you. All those times you come home, you’re all sweaty from work, you smell like a man. That’s so damn sexy.” I could see the skin of her neck and face start to flush. “Then I thought about that big hard cock, I was sitting right on top of it. If we were naked I could’ve just scooted forward a bit and you’d be inside of me. God that drove me nuts, I had to get myself off.”

I was now approaching full mast and my erection was peeking through the fly of my shorts. “Are you okay? You aren’t saying anything,” she asked, apparently sensing my shock.

“No, I’m, I’m fine, I just didn’t expect, I don’t know.”

“Oh wow” she said through a slight sly smile, “are you getting turned on? Do you have any idea how sexy that feels? To know someone finds you that desirable? Would you do something for me?”

“What?” What I wanted to say was “Yes, oh my sweet God, anything!” but I saved that one in case I might need it later.

“Follow me.” She got up and I followed her into the living room. She packed the bong and took and handed it to me. “Hit this, I’ll be right back.” With that she disappeared into her room. When she came back she was wearing a different robe, purple silk, and a pair of purple knee high stack heeled leather boots. She had pulled her soft red curls back into a ponytail. I had repacked the bong after caching it and she took it from me with a shaky hand.

“Jesus, I’m so nervous. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’ve got to try. You have don’t know how hot it makes me to know I turn you on.” She took a big pull off the bong, dimmed the lights, turned on some Howlin’ Wolf and started to dance.

At first she was just swaying slowly, her feet planted in place and her hips swaying side to side. She caught the groove that the old blues master was Escort Artvin putting through the speakers and started to grind. She was starting to get into it, her eyes alternating between clamping tight on mine and closing. She was smiling. She brought her hands up to her breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze before running them slowly down her belly to where the robe was tied shut. She turned her back towards me and untied the robe. Her shoulders hunched slightly as she continued to grind away to the slow twelve bar on the stereo and the robe slipped off her like butter sliding around a hot pan. She had long, shapely legs that tapered down from the black French cut panties she was wearing to the toned calves and slender ankles that her soft leather boots clung to like syrup. Her rear end was a masterpiece, round and tight. Her hips sloped off to a trim waist and smooth back that ran all the way up to her graceful and aristocratic neck. She turned around and paced off the distance between us with slow swaggering strides. Her hands ran up her body from the front of her thighs, over her breasts- a solid C cup straining to get free from a very sheer black bra, to her neck, which they slithered behind and up until, they managed to release her tresses from the ponytail. She gyrated over me and basked in the slack jawed stare I was giving her. Her hands went through her hair and down her back where she released the snap on her bra. It opened and hung there still hiding her breasts, the bottoms of which were now peeking out. She knelt in front of me and shimmied a bit to the chord change in the music and the straps slid off her shoulders dropping the bra square into my lap. When I looked up her I finally saw the beautiful pair of breasts that had been just barely hiding behind that thin tee shirt all these months. Above them her face had broken into a half lidded smile and she was biting her lower lip while staring straight into my soul with those deep green eyes. Her glance darted down to my crotch and then returned to my face. “How am I doing?” she asked as she reached out and slid her hand up and down my raging erection rather than wait for my response. “I guess I’m doing pretty well.”

With that she stood up, put her hands behind my neck and swiveled her hips behind her. Her hands slid down from my neck to the waistband of my shorts and yanked them off. Then she stood back up and walked to the center of the room where she turned around, bent over and slowly rolled her panties over her hips and let them drop to the floor. She stepped out of them and turned back around to reveal that the panties had been replaced with a neatly trimmed little patch of red hair.

Now down to just her boots she sauntered back over to the couch. She stood over me and I could smell her, that super sexy musky smell that draws the males in the animal kingdom to their mates and it was having it was having much the same effect on me. She licked her lips while she leaned over then planted a soft, hot, wet kiss on my neck. When she sat on my lap her sopping pussy did the same thing to the shaft of my cock. She was so aroused that her juices were slipping down her thighs and soaking my lap. She grind to slide her hips back and forth sliding her pussy up and down the shaft of my unit. “God, I need that inside me” she whispered into my ear. That was all I could take. I slouched down on the couch and she let out a little squeak as the head of my cock grazed over her slippery clit and then gasped as I slid into her. She was incredibly tight but so wet that I slid in and out effortlessly. “Mmmm, no, let me” she said just before her lips met mine. She started to pump slowly up and down in my lap as our tongues danced together feverishly. When our kiss broke she held my head to her breasts and I took her nipple into my mouth. I sucked gently while I slipped my tongue across it all the while she continued to grind in my lap.

I was delirious with pleasure. She had gotten me so hot before we even started that there was no way I was going to last. It was like losing my virginity all over again. I started to feel the orgasm welling up in me. I couldn’t bear the thought of not getting her off but I was too far-gone. “Jesus Jess, I’m gonna cum” I whispered to her. Without the slightest hint of disappointment she rose up out of my lap and knelt between my knees. With my eyes clamped shut I felt her warm mouth engulf me and she began to suck and caress my balls. I lost it. I came ferociously and dug my hands into the cushions on either side. I kept cumming for what seemed like an eternity pumping stream after stream of jism into her mouth and she just kept sucking and caressing until I had finished.

She looked up at me as I lay there spent and useless. “Fuck, that was sooo hot” she said as she fell back onto the floor with her legs spread, one flat on the floor, the other bent at the knee. She had one hand massaging her breasts going from one to the other as the other hand slid down to her still soaked and unfulfilled pussy. When my vision cleared I saw the show she was putting on for me again. She was rubbing little slow circles on her clit with her middle finger and pinching her nipples with her other hand. Occasionally she would raise her hand to her mouth and slick her fingers on her tongue so the would slide across her nipples. The sight of this had me hard and ready to go again within minutes.

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6 – First Night in Connecticut

Hi Journal!

Well, I have another one for you! I’m in New Haven, Connecticut, scouting colleges (or at least that was the excuse I gave Daddy for the trip. It’s my first real trip out completely on my own, which I think is important at this point of my life.

Enough boring stuff, you know why I’m here.

Yesterday I drove into Connecticut from New York. The roads here are so pretty, but the freeways (they call them highways) are miserable! I swear I never saw more than two lanes each way! They do have these cool little places where you can exit to get McD’s and gas and then pull right back on to the road. I wish we had more of those back home.

I got into New Haven after passing through a nasty looking place called Bridgeport (more on that later) and eventually found my hotel.

I checked in and went up to my room where I unpacked, took a looooong bath, and then took a nap. When I got up I was so hungry, so I threw on some shorts and a tank with sneakers and went down to ask where I could get some food. The clerk (cute, but more later) told me about the hotel restaurant, but I asked him about other places. He gave me directions to a diner near “the Common” which was nearby.

I guess it was nearly four, and the streets were pretty crowded. This didn’t look like too good of a neighborhood, and I started to get worried, but then figured the buildings and streets were just old, not bad.

I noticed that all of the girls were dressed in skirts and they all wore tights. Not going to see that in California any time soon! I couldn’t figure out why, since it wasn’t even cold, but I guess it’s just the fashion.

I found the little restaurant the clerk had told me about and went inside. I didn’t have to wait too long for a table, and the food was excellent. The service wasn’t great, but maybe I just got a bad waitress.

Anyway, when I finished I went back out and down the street, where I found a great big park right in the middle of everything, surrounded by buildings and the University. I decided that this was where I was going to run the next morning, and I visited a few bookstores just to see what was up.

I was looking through the magazines when I saw this guy looking at me. He was at least 6’4″, built like a football player, and had long shaggy brown hair and a long beard and mustache. He was dressed in a flannel shirt over a T-shirt and jeans, and he smiled at me with the biggest, most beautiful smile I’d seen in a long time.

His big brown puppy-dog eyes were so soft and full of warmth that I couldn’t help but stop and smile back at him. When I did he stopped smiling and looked down, and then shuffled away.

I saw that he was heading for the counter, so I grabbed a couple of magazines and chased after him. I guess I wasn’t paying too much attention because I found out later in the hotel that I bought an issue of Guns & Ammo and Field & Stream. I got into line behind him and waited patiently before dropping one of my magazines next to him.

Being the gentleman I knew he would be, he stooped and picked it up and then turned to hand it to me, getting a long look up my legs and past my chest at my smiling face. After a second I crouched down with him and took the magazine and said thank you. He laughed really loudly, a pleasant strong laugh, and he stood up. His eyes were twinkling when he said, “You’re very welcome!”

I told him my name, and he said his was Jeff. I told him that I was in town to visit the University and I asked him if he was a student. He confirmed that he was, but of the community college just a little ways from New Haven.

I asked him what he did, and he blushed. I expected him to say he worked in a porn shop or something, but he said he worked in a comic book shop.

I said that was cool, and he looked like I had just took the world’s troubles away from him. I looked at the book he was carrying and it was some kind of paperback about Batman. I asked him if Batman was his favorite. THE Batman, he corrected me, and then he went on to tell me that his favorite character was Hulk. I told him I saw the TV show on reruns, and he said that it wasn’t like that at all.

Just Artvin Escort when he got to the front of the line I asked him why he liked Hulk, and he looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Sometimes it feels good to see the big guy cut loose and let out all of his feelings, and nothing can stop him, you know?” I got wet and my legs went weak in the knees.

After I bought my magazines I raced out and saw him walking (it really did look like he was shambling, but how do you describe that?) across the street and into the park. It took me a minute to get across the street because of traffic, but once I got across I went running after him as fast as I could.

I found him sitting back against a tree reading the paperback and he looked surprised when I ran up.

“Are you stalking me?” he asked, looking bewildered.

I leaned on my knees and said that I kind of was. I told him that I was just visiting for a couple of days, and that he was the first really nice person I’d met. I asked him to have dinner with me.

He looked around like he expected guys with cameras to jump out, and then he said he had a girlfriend.

“It’s just for a couple of days and then I’m gone. She never has to find out.” At this point in every story I’m always torn. A part of me wants them to jump up and say, “Let’s go!” But there’s a big part of me that enjoys it when they say, “No, I love her and wouldn’t do that.” He picked the middle.

“Okay, but just dinner and talking, right?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said, and in my mind I knew that if I didn’t have a piece of this guy that night I’d never feel right about myself again.

We walked over to his car, a beat up little Toyota, and he drove me back to the hotel. He seemed really nervous going up to my room, but once we were inside he sprawled out on the bed. I asked him if he knew anyplace nearby to eat and he said he knew a place. I asked him how I should dress, and he just looked at himself and told me to dress casually.

We had pleasant chitchat about the world and where we fit into it, and where we didn’t. He was a really sweet guy, and I could see myself falling for him if everything ever worked out that way.

It was nearly seven when he asked if I was hungry yet, and I said I was. I changed (in the bathroom) into jeans and a sweater with heels and he whistled when I came out. I ran over and kissed his fuzzy cheek and he blushed beet red.

We went down to his car and he drove us back down the highway to that crappy looking city I mentioned before, Bridgeport. We parked in a neighborhood I wouldn’t have even slowed down in with my Lexus, and he escorted me into a little Italian restaurant.

It was so loud, big guys in work clothes drinking and laughing and watching sports on a crappy old TV over the bar. The waitress, who looked like she hooked on the side and didn’t charge much, sat us and after a few minutes the waiter came over. Jeff ordered Chianti and garlic bread, and we settled down to talk. I do not know why I wasn’t carded, but it was a good thing I wasn’t.

Jeff was telling me about Hulk again, about how the world didn’t understand him, and how his rage was uncontrollable because of it, when I brushed my foot against his ankle. The first couple of times he moved his leg out of the way, but as he talked he became more intense and I was able to run my foot up and down his calf.

When dinner came the conversation switched to me, and I almost slipped and told him about my journal and my studies, but I knew he wouldn’t approve. The food was amazing, and the Chianti was a perfect compliment.

One of the drunks from the bar walked past our table on the way to the toilet and said something about Jeff being a “fucking hippie queer.” Jeff sunk in on himself and took it without comment, looking more embarrassed that I had heard it than by the insult. On his way back though, the guy stopped at the table and leaned on it, staring at my tits.

“What are you doing with a creep like this? Come on over to the bar and I’ll show you a real good time,” the drunk said, finally looking up at my face.

I said, “No, thank you,” and half expected the guy to leave, but he just leaned closer and said, “Come on, I Artvin Escort Bayan can show a cute little thing like you a thing or two,” exhaling beer fumes at me.

I didn’t see it happen, but the next thing I knew Jeff was up and leaning across the table with the guy’s wrist in his hand, and the guy was on his knees next to the table.

“Leave the lady be and get the fuck out of here!” Jeff growled (and I DO mean growled). His face was twisted with anger, his soft eyes sharp and dangerous, his whole body like a weapon, tensed and ready to fight.

He let go of the guy’s arm and the guy scrambled halfway to the door before he got to his feet and ran the rest of the way out. Jeff was sitting again, but his face was red, his eyes closed. His body was shaking with fury, and then – it stopped.

His color went back to normal, and when he opened his eyes they were soft and loving again. I felt a cramp and realized my butt and thighs were tight and clenched, my knees pressing together hard. He hadn’t done anything to me and I felt like I was about to come! God I was wet. Jeff looked away from me, embarrassed, and I looked down and saw that my nipples were hard and erect and clearly visible beneath both bra and sweater.

“Take me home,” I said, and even to me it sounded like I was purring. We paid and went out to his car, and while he drove I snuggled in close to him. His only concession was to drape his arm over me. I had such a hard time keeping my hands off of his lap. I wanted to feel his cock, to take it out and stroke it. Hell, at that moment I would have climbed on it while he drove!

He parked at the hotel and I had to beg him to come up to my room. He escorted me like a gentleman and once we were inside I hugged him, pressing myself against him.

I looked up at him at the same time he looked down, and his face descended on mine. First I felt his whiskers and then his soft, warm lips. When he kissed me I melted, but his big arms were wrapped around me so I knew I wouldn’t fall. We kissed with just our lips for a long time, and then I felt his tongue brush my lips and I parted them.

The moment his tongue slipped into my mouth it was like everything went into fast-forward. I was pulling his flannel shirt off and he was pulling my sweater over my head and I was pulling his T-shirt off and he was running his thumbs over my nipples. I pushed him back onto the bed and I climbed onto him, kissing his hairy chest before moving up for more of those lips and that tongue. I felt his big hands on my ass, and then they slipped around and unbuttoned me.

I got up on my knees and pushed my pants down, and then rolled over and kicked them off. When I rolled back I saw that he had pushed his pants down to his knees, and I yanked his underwear down to join the pants. I had to untie his shoes and pull them off before I could get him totally naked (well, except for his socks).

God, he was hairy! His whole body was covered with brown hair, making me think of Bigfoot or one of those things from Star Wars. And standing up in the center was a fat, beautiful cock. The head was broad and the shaft rippled with fat veins. Guessing I’d have to say it was close to the biggest dick I’d ever had, at least ten inches long but still looking squat because it was so fucking thick. There was a steady stream of clear pre-come running down his shaft.

I stepped back into my heels and walked around the bed, looking him over like a plate of French truffles and giving him a show in my bra and panties. His big hand wrapped around his cock and he pumped it slowly, the stream of pre-come running over his fingers.

I unfastened my bra and let the girls free, and then I hooked my fingers in the waist of my thong and turned around. I bent at the waist and pulled them off. I stood and was turning around, ready to tease him when his big arm swung out and he grabbed me, pulling me back onto the bed. He threw me down on the mattress and when he came down on top of me it was like a mountain descending on me. He kissed me hard, and beyond his hand squeezing my tit I felt his cock pressing against my thigh.

He kissed down to my tits and took a turn with each, his lips and tongue driving Escort Artvin me crazy, and his beard and mustache tickling and scratching. He kissed down over my belly and then ran his tongue along my pussy. The tickle from his soft whiskers made everything he did that much more fabulous, and he went down on me like a pro, or actually much better than most of the pro’s I’ve been with. After only a few minutes of tongue and light finger action I was squealing and bouncing like a virgin.

Jeff put his hands under me, under my back, and he leaned back, lifting me up. The next thing I knew it I was sitting on his face, my legs wrapped around his neck, and he was on his knees, supporting my body with his hands.

I don’t have to tell anyone reading this journal that I have never done anything like that before!

I was completely at his mercy. I could only move how he let me move, or else I would fall. His tongue was whipping me up into a frenzy, and I had a major, tummy-clenching come that ended up with me rolled up around his head, hugging it.

Jeff slammed me back onto the bed and rushed up to kiss me, but not before I could notice my come beaded up in his beard. At that moment I would have killed somebody to make him fuck me.

After some really amazing kissing he sat back on his heels and pulled me up to him again, but this time he was moving me just so, getting ready to impale me on his monstrous meat. I felt his head spread me and push against my little hole, and then he pushed on my back and hip and was inside me.

I saw stars and I felt my pussy stretching around his meat, feeling it pulse inside me. I was wailing and I knew it, but I couldn’t stop. I felt tears run down my cheeks but I wrapped my legs around him and moved my hips to take more of him inside me.

Once he was firmly buried in me he leaned forward and put more of his weight on me, pinning me to the mattress. My toes were pointed at the corners of the room and I was whining and scratching at him when he started to fuck me. He started out slowly, sliding a bit of his beautiful cock out and then firmly running it back in. He slowly built up the strength and the length of his strokes until I couldn’t see straight, and he was pounding into me hard.

He was whispering about how beautiful I was, and I was whining about how big he was, and the sound of our slapping, sweaty skin filled the room. I couldn’t help it. It wasn’t because I was in pain, though I was, and it wasn’t because I was overwhelmed by emotion, though I was, but I started to cry, sobbing while he fucked me. He kissed my face, kissed my tears while he fucked me, and I scratched at his chest and his sides.

And then his hands planted on either side of me and he pushed up, mostly off of me except where he was sliding into and out of me. His face twisted again, looking like he had when he had hurt that guy in the restaurant. His mouth opened wide and he bellowed, screamed – no, he roared. I felt his cock straining inside me, felt his come pulsing and flowing deep within me. I think that roar, along with his powerful orgasm was what sent me over into mine.

His heavy, sweaty, hairy body collapsed onto me, and I really couldn’t breathe. He was dead weight on me, panting and shaking, and I couldn’t move a muscle. Just when I was about to panic he lifted up slightly and rolled over, carrying me with him until he was on his back and I was sprawled across him. We lay like that for a long time as I drank in his heat.

After a while though, nature called and I had to go answer. I climbed down and after a quick peck on those delicious lips I went in and sat on the toilet. It took me a while to get cleaned up, since I could hardly stand. Have you ever ridden a horse hard for a whole day? Imagine it with a giant cock shoved up between your legs and you’ll know what I felt like.

When I was done I went out and found Jeff sitting on the edge of the bed, tying his shoes. I asked him, no, shit. I begged him to stay the night. He wouldn’t though. He said he shouldn’t have been with me, that he had been unfaithful to his girlfriend.

I couldn’t argue, and I was grateful that he kissed me one last time before he left. He apologized for seducing me, and said he hoped I’d be okay. He said he hoped I wouldn’t hate him.

And then he left.

I’ve slept with a lot of men and women, but that was the first time I ever cried myself to sleep after. Damn it, I could have fallen for that big guy.

Love,

Teri

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