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I am a 70 year old retired professor in a small college town. Because teaching was my life for so long I tutor a few high school and college students. The money was not as important as the interaction with the students and parents. My wife had died almost 10 years ago and our children lived far away. The teaching helped keep me from feeling alone.

For sex I would travel every few months out of state and hire a high priced hooker. The cost was always about five thousand for a weekend but was worth every penny to me. Despite my age I still had a very strong sexual drive and desire. Every week I would masturbate from two to four times. I am also just about nine inches long which the hookers were surprised to see. While I kept my student teacher relationship professional I did have thoughts from time to time about one of the young girls and their mothers. It was something that I knew would never happen but it was a very nice thing to dream about.

One of my students was a very lovely girl named Amy. She was a basketball player that had a very well developed body. Long dark hair, big bright eyes and a smile that would light up a room. Her body was filled with lots of womanly curves.

One afternoon I was watching a porno movie and playing with myself on the couch when to doorbell rang. I quickly turned off the video and pulled up my sweat pants. When I answered the door it was Amy. She had just come from school where she had passed a midterm exam with a perfect score. She told me of her grade and grabbed me in a very firm hug. The embrace was so solid that my rock hard cock presses deep against her belly. She leaned back and acted as if she did not feel it pressing against her but I could tell she was surprised.

That is great Amy, I said in the hopes that my cock would shrink back before she had a chance to look down at my bulge. She walked into the house and sat on the couch and started telling me something about her next basketball game or something. I was trying to think about something that would make my cock get soft but all I could do was think how sexy Amy was sitting on my couch in her shorts and T-shirt. Her eyes looked down at my cock and she smiled and said, I think you spilled something on your pants. I looked down and could see a dark stain of precum from the tip of my cock. Amy pulled a towel from her bag and started rubbing the stain. Her hand moved up and down along the shaft of my cock. With her bright smile she looked up at me and said, I see your are excited to see me. Quickly I stepped back and said I was sorry and covered my cock with my hands. Amy smiled and said she would like to give me a hand job. At first I protested the idea and asked her to leave. Amy said that she like me and that she had given two of her boyfriend’s hand jobs before and wanted to give me some sexual release. She said she understood that I must Alanya Escort be real frustrated being around so many young girls and not having a wife.

I don’t know what got into me but I agreed to let her get me off. She walked over and pulled down my pants exposing my hard cock standing at attention. My you sure are big she said with a smile. Her eyes opened wide as she looked with admiration at my cock. Slowly and softly she grabbed my cock at the base and started pumping. My balls became very tight and I felt myself wanting to cum.

Use that lube on the table I told her. Amy grabbed the lube and dripped it down the length of my cock. Is that better she asked with a soft sexy voice. All I could respond with was a moan as her hand resumed working my cock. Sit on the couch and relax she said. Leaning back with my legs spread apart Amy took her place between them and started pumping with steady strokes. Rub my balls Amy, please I said. She cupped my balls in her free hand and massaged them while keeping her pace on my cock. Oh Amy that feels so good, I said with a moan. You going to cum for me soon, I want to see your big cock shoot a load she said. Pump me a little faster Amy I said. She complied and I could feel my balls get tight and my cock swell as it became ready to fire my cum. AH AH AH GOING TO CUM AMY, I shouted out. SQUEEZ MY BALLS AMY! My cock started to shoot several giant globs of cum into the air. Amy squeezed my balls hard and wiggled my cock wildly. My belly and legs became tight as I exploded with pleasure. WOW she said with her eyes open wide as her hand wiggled my cock around as it shot cum across the room. OH WOW that was great she said with excitement. I felt spent and relaxed on the couch. Cum was everywhere. The floor, my legs and Amy’s hands.

You must feel much better after exploding like that, she said with a grin. Yes Amy I do but we can’t do this again. It is ok with me and I don’t mind helping you and you could help me as well, she said.

Rising to her feet, Amy removed her shirt and bra in one upward move. Her large firm breast bounced free. Her bikini tan lines showed that she was not a modest girl in her choice of swimwear. My eyes fixed on her large pink nipples that pointed outward and up. Amy I don’t think we should… Before I could finish she hooked her thumbs into the top of her shorts and removed them along with her panties. TA DA! Amy said raising her hands above her head like a magic show assistant. Now I could see her very untrimmed pubic hairs and could smell her sex. Since I got you off I need you to do the same for me, Amy said while slowly parting her long tan legs. In shock I sat on the couch and tried to fight my feeling of desire.

Amy straddled me on the couch a pressed her lovely breast to my face. Without thinking I grabbed them softly and started to lick one nipple Alanya Escort Bayan and then the other. Her wet pussy rubbed against my soft cock and made me wish that I had not cum. Amy softly moaned and rubbed her pussy against my cock as I licked and sucked her wonder young tits. After a few minutes I looked up at Amy and asked if she would let me lick her pussy. Oh yes she purred and slowly moved off of me and onto the floor. Spread your legs wide baby, I said lowering my face to her. She had to most perfect looking pussy I had seen in years. Lots of hair and dripping wet. Play with your tits for me while I lick you baby. Amy started softly rubbing and cupping her tits as I kissed her pussy. Slowly licking the length and gently parting the lips with my fingers. I could feel my cock begin to harden again as I licked up and down the length of her pussy before stopping at her clit. Softly I sucked her clit in and out of my mouth. Ooohhh, she moaned as her fingers stopped at her nipples and pinched firm. I switched between licking around her clit and then sucking it into my mouth then repeating the motion faster and faster. Oh, Oh, Oh yes she moaned slowly. YES like that she said, as I sucked her clit with quick hard and soft sucking. Her long tan legs wrapped around my upper body as her feet met at my lower back. Upward her pelvis moved as I sucked her clit in and out fast and hard. YYYYYEEEEAAAA, she started to cry out, as her body became tight. I could feel her cum flow and licked in her a few time to grab a taste. After a few seconds her legs dropped flat on the floor and she laid prone with me between her wide open legs.

To my surprise I had become hard again and without thinking I slowly pressed the tip of my cock in her pussy. Looking at me with shock Amy said, Oh my god you’re hard again. My cock thrust in and out several times. Oh Amy you feel so good, I said softly as I slowly thrust deeper and deeper until my balls pressed against her lips. Amy moaned encouragement as I slowly thrust my entire length in and out. Faster baby fuck me faster, she begged. You want it fast and deep little girl, I said. Oh yes please fuck me baby fuck me fast and deep, she moaned.

My hands grabbed her legs and pressed them back and wide apart. This arched her pussy upward and would allow me to fully drive every bit of my cock in her. I pulled my cock back and gave her a few small-teasing thrusts. Are you ready to get fucked hard baby I asked? Before she could say yes I started thrusting as fast as deep as I could. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH, she cried out in pleasure. The smacking sound of my balls against her soaking wet pussy filled the room. The impact of my body against hers makes her big firm tits shake. Amy was starting to cum and so was I. My cock felt like it would explode soon so I pulled it out before my load fired.

Rollover baby Escort Alanya and get that sweet ass in the air, I said. Amy moved into position with her ass arched upward like a cat in heat. My hands rubbed her firm round ass softly as I moved my cock to her pussy. Slowly I moved my cock all the way in her pussy. Then my thrust began to quicken as my hands moved to her hips. Oh god your dick feels so good, Amy said as I started fucking her faster and faster. My feeling of shooting my load had dropped away and I felt free to fuck as fast and deep without worry of shooting my load. Get ready baby to get fucked hard, I said as I started giving her all I could.

Amy reached her arms out and grabbed the floor rug. OOOHHH OOHH OOHH she moaned before starting into a full orgasm. Cum baby cum for me hard, I ordered. Her pussy was starting to full with her warm cream. AAAAAAHHHHHH she cried out as I continued my pounding work on her hole.

Looking down at my cock as it moved in and out of her I could see her cum covering me. It was a real ego rush to be a 70 year old guy that just made a sexy 17 year old girl cum.

Slowly I let me cock pop out of her pussy. Amy leaned forward and dropped on the floor. So are you ready to ride my cock, I asked. Oh my god you are going to wear me out, she said. Get on your back and let me get off without using your pussy, I said.

Amy rolled over and I could tell she knew what I was thinking. I sat on the upper part of her belly and placed my cock between her big tits. Her hands grabbed her tits and pressed them against my cock. Oh yes baby you know what I want don’t you. She began moving her tits up and down jacking my cock off. Oh yes baby, I moaned. The sight of her was made even better when she moved her head forward and started trying to lick and suck the tip of my cock. You want to suck on my cock baby, I said. Well here you go baby I said as I moved my cock toward her mouth. Her hands dropped her tits and grabbed my cock and resumed pumping as the head entered her mouth. Within a few seconds I could feel my balls start to become tight as I was about to shoot my load. Oh Amy I am cumming, I warned as my cock started to shake and shoot. I had expected Amy to pull my cock from her mouth but she instead sucked it deeper. OOOHHH I groaned as my load fired down her throat. She sucked my cock hard as if trying to get every drop out. Then with a pop she removed my cock from her mouth and slapped it on her face before sucking it back in her mouth.

In my 70 years, I had only seen something that hot in dirty movies and never in real life. While I knew it was wrong for me to take advantage of a young girl, I felt that at age 70 I should take advantage of every opportunity. Besides, Amy would be going to college soon and she would find someone her own age.

In the days leading up to her departure to school she would come over and have wonderful sex. We were like rabbits and I had an increased libido that I did not think was possible without drugs. It was sad to see her go off to school but Amy did have a younger sister that would be starting high school soon and needed a tutor.

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“Dave, you’re coming to the party tonight. I have a few people that want to meet you,” Ray Peoples said looking uncomfortable, “Look, I’m sorry. I really am but you need to get out sometime and as this is a company-wide gathering…” he stopped seeing Dave nod, “Ok. Great.” He stopped and looked at his most valuable employee, “I wish I could say something, anything…um, thanks. I talked to Cherie and well. um…look we’ll see you there, Ok?” He turned and headed back to the elevators.

Dave Stansfield looked at his screen. It had been three months. Three months since he was sitting right here when he got the call from Denise at the front desk that a couple of policemen were here to see him. It was one policeman and one policewoman but it didn’t change the bad news about the accident, the crash that ripped his reality right out from under him. He didn’t remember falling to the floor, but the memory of Denise kneeling on the floor, tears streaming down her face will forever be stuck in his mind. Everybody loved the twins. For the last 7 years, they were the most spoiled little girls on the planet. Denise, Jennifer, Jessica, and others always got them birthday presents, always remembered.

Dave wiped away the tears and thought about Leonard Hofstadter’s mother saying “Buck up sissy pants,” and tried to get hold of himself. There had been a few company get-togethers since the accident but he couldn’t face the sympathy, the genuine tears in the eyes of his co-workers. He looked at Mr. Peoples as the doors closed. He loved the man who was more like a father than his own. This caused Dave to chuckle. His father walked out when he was in kindergarten. He’d gotten home and half the furniture and all his clothes had been cleared out. He couldn’t even remember the last time he saw him or what he’d last said.

He stood up trying to suppress the bad memories that always seemed to flood his brain once the gate opened. His father leaving him and his mother, and all the memories of being teased since his mother was apparently hot and so many of the other boys kept offering to ease her loneliness. It got more graphic as the boys got older and they finally understood what they were talking about. Chip Davies was the worst as he slept with his mom their senior year. He shuddered remembering coming into the kitchen and seeing Chip behind his barely clothed mother, hands under her tee-shirt playing with her breasts.

Dave felt like slapping himself. ‘Stop with the memories!’ he thought, ‘Don’t even think about Laura at the prom, don’t…’ the images of his date naked on the grass behind the auditorium, lavender dress tossed aside, Chip’s ass rising and falling between her legs flooded his brain. He picked up the phone, “Jennifer, can you tell Mr. Peoples I’m leaving early so I can get ready for that thing tonight? Thanks, you too. I know. It was more than a suggestion. Later,” he sighed as he hung up.

“Cherie,” Dave smiled as he climbed out of the car, “I thought you’d still be at work.”

“I was, but Ray called and told me to make sure you, we get to the party tonight on time. I guess there’s a bunch of execs flying in,” she frowned, “and we both know how much you hate mingling with those types.”

Dave nodded, “Christ! Usually a bunch of self-important puppets mouthing the same clichés and somehow using verbs and nouns and nouns as verbs. If I hear ‘what is the ask’ one more time…” he moaned, “Nevermind, don’t worry about me, I’ll be ready and on time.” He held the door checking out how nicely dressed she was. The red outfit hugged her curves, accentuating her impressive assets, and was as short as possible without being slutty.

Cherie chuckled, “I love how you’ve never gotten tired of looking at my legs,” she commented.

“I love how you call Mr. Peoples Ray.”

“I’m don’t know, Mr. Peoples sounds formal, he’s told you over and over to call him Ray. Anyhow, I’ve called him Ray for as long as I can remember. I know how you guys are and if calling him Ray doesn’t work for you, call him dad?”

“You can call him dad, I’m not going there. Anyhow, I’ll get changed, and let’s grab dinner over at Angelo’s.”

Cherie nodded and looked at the picture on the mantle, “This is my favorite picture,” she said with tears in her eyes, “They were so beautiful,” she said wiping tears from her face.

Dave took the picture of the three blondes at the beach, the two girls looking like their mother. They would have been 8 years old next week. He hugged Cherie tightly, “Mine too. I remember Hanna saying it was the best day ever and Hailey grinning and nodding,” he choked back a sob.

Cherie held on, “And just a week later…”

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“Excuse me, I have to go greet somebody,” Ray said to the three men he’d been talking to. “Dave, great to see you here and on time. Cherie, I knew I could count on you to get our boy here,” he kissed the girl on the cheek.

“Hey, when Ray Peoples gives orders…” Alanya Escort she grinned, “It was good to get him out of the house finally.”

“I’m amazed you were able to get him here on time,” he chuckled.

“I’m right here,” Dave grumbled, “Where’s the bar? I think I need a drink, then I’m going to find a place to plug in my laptop. You know the issues we’ve been having with the memory leak? I think I narrowed it down…”

“Over there, Cherie, grab his laptop bag and I’ll lock it safely up. It’s a time to relax, though we have a half dozen suits flying in from St. Louis that want to meet Dave, three are candidates VP of Operations. They heard about the work Dave’s done,” he patted the man on the shoulder, “I’ll find you when they get here. I haven’t met them yet,” Ray looked over towards the entrance. “Some guys named Edward Sykes, Chelmsford Davies III, and Fred Smith,” he sighed, “all MBAs with managing Operation teams. Chelmsford the third. I’ll bet that guy got beat up a lot in school,” he muttered.

“They’re the guys from MilliTech?” Dave asked, “I heard they are pretty cutting edge with their infrastructure and DevOps implementation,” he sighed, “I hope they’re more than just suits.” He looked at Mr. Peoples, “No offense but something about the tie must choke off logical thought.”

“Damn! I need to put that on my signature,” the CEO laughed. “Go on, go loosen up. Cher, I’d like to talk to you later if you have time away from babysitting,” he smiled then turned to go back to the group of men he was chatting with.

Dave and Cherie went over to a table in the corner, “You hate these things but I love them,” she looked around, “All the women are dressed to the nines and the guys are looking hot,” he grinned, “You’re allowed to look. Who is the redhead in the slinky black dress over by the plants?”

“That’s Megan from Business Objects,” Dave looked over, “She is pretty, and knows her shit. What a brain,” he sighed.

“Ask her to dance,” she suggested, “Are those real?” She sat up as the woman turned.

“I never asked nor has the subject come up,” he chuckled, “I’d rather dance with you,” he stood holding out his hand. “I prefer being seen with the most beautiful woman here.”

“Wow! I never thought you paid attention. Thanks, I do love this song,” she sighed happily.

Dave found himself feeling a peace he hadn’t felt in months. Cherie was a lithe, graceful dancer who was skilled yet eager to be led. They were playing soft, slow music perfect for holding onto a partner and losing oneself. Into the third song, he became aware of a boisterous set of male voices. His stomach suddenly felt sour as one sounded familiar.

“Dave Stansfield, is that you?”

Dave turned to see the tall suited man approach, hand out. “Um, yes. Hi Chip,” he said, trying to sound confident yet failing as he firmly shook the man’s hand.

“I go by Ford now or Chelmsford,” the man grinned, “I can’t believe it.” He looked at his buddies, “We went to Westfield High together and he was the smartest kid in our school. You work here?” Seeing him nod he grinned, “That is so cool. What do you do? What division are you in?” He stopped, “Shit! We’ll get to that. Man, we had good times back there. I often think back as those might have been the best years of my life.” He turned to the two other men, “Peter Brice and John Benson with MilliTech. I guess after the merger we’re all part of SkyHill.”

Dave shook hands with Peter and John noting all three wore very expensive custom suits, “Dave Stansfield, good to meet you and um, welcome to SkyHill.” He turned to the blonde standing there, “This is Cherie, um, she doesn’t work here.” he wondered why he didn’t include her last name or any relationship details, but no one seemed to notice.

Ford held out his hand, “Really great to meet you,” he said, his eyes overtly checking out her chest and hips. He looked back at Dave still holding the blonde’s hand, “Anyhow, what do you do here? I’ll bet it’s IT.”

Dave nodded, “Yes, IT. Senior Unix SA,” he said trying to make it sound more…anything.

“Of course you are. Dave was the AV guy back in school. He might have been a nerd but always seemed to have great taste in girls.” He looked back at Cherie, “Can I borrow your wife for a dance?” He looked around, “I probably shouldn’t. It would be better to work my way up to the most beautiful woman here but I can’t resist,” he said holding out his hand.

Cherie grinned at Dave blushing, “I’d love to dance. Are you ok with this?” she asked, before looking up at the tall, powerfully built man.”

Dave stepped back, the sour stomach he always had around Chip or Ford or whatever the fuck he wants to be called. “Sure, I need to go…” he trailed off as Chip led Cherie out onto the makeshift dance floor.

Dave looked at the two men who gave Dave a worried look, ” Well, it was nice to meet you, but there are some people I need to talk to. Why didn’t he protest, why did he not say Alanya Escort Bayan anything? ‘Am I always going to be bullied by guys like Chip? I could have corrected him, I could have said no,’ he thought to himself as he went over to where Mr. Peoples was standing.

“So you’re Dave Stansfield,” the man said with a grin, “Damn! I expected a short guy with glasses, you look like you should be in sales,” he said looking at Ray, “So he’s the guy that made this merger possible?”

Ray looking proudly at the 28-year-old man with pride, “He did. It was his engineering and drive…”

Dave tried to look interested in the recount of his recent successes, but it no longer seemed to matter. He looked out as Cherie and Chip dancing and the man’s hands no longer were on the small of her back but further down. He knew Cherie wouldn’t say or do anything and he couldn’t understand why it mattered, but perhaps anyone but Chip dancing with…”

“Yes, I am the lead on the Jupiter project,” Dave responded aware they were now talking to him, “We have a great team of six pretty much devoted to it,” he looked at the grey-haired man. ‘Why was Cherie pressing her body against his?’ he thought.

“Dave go grab a drink and let’s show Ted, Michael, and Sherman the schematics. Gentlemen, you’re going to love this. Totally cutting edge and could possibly save us millions,” he said proudly.

As Dave went around the dance floor, Chip came up to him.

“Cherie had to hit the ladies’ room, I have to say you scored big time,” Ford said with a grin. He looked up as his two friends joined them, “Guys, what do you think of this guy’s wife? I know, right?” He grinned at Dave, “On the other hand he has the hottest mom you’ll ever meet, and wow! Is she eager in the sack,” he patted Dave on the shoulder, “Then there was Linda or Emily, hell! Anyhow, tight? She almost passed out during the prom. I know you saw us. I remember now. Her name was Laura. She didn’t go to Westfield, some other school?” he slapped Dave on the shoulder. He looked at the two men, “Do you think I might make the trifecta with Cherie?”

Peter spoke up, “Dude, leave her alone. Dave looks like a nice guy and you just can’t screw his wife,” he looked at Ford.

“Oh I can, there’s never been a question of that. But you’re right, it’s if I should,” he winked at Peter, “Dave, I always liked you so I’ll give you a break. Your wife won’t be ruined by finally getting a huge dick inside her.”

Dave stepped back wanting to punch the man, “Sure, ruined is a pretty accurate statement. You have no idea what you’re talking about but you really should back off and find someone else than Cherie, not for me but for your own sake. Anyhow, I doubt she’d slum it with a guy like you.” he said as he turned away. He was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

“You think I’m not good enough for blondie? Ok, here’s the deal. I’ll bet you $100 I will be between your wife’s legs by the end of the night. Hell, I’ll give you 10 to 1 odds on that.” He said as he pushed his face right into Dave’s.

Dave stepped back, “Not happening. I’m telling you, there is zero chance of you laying a hand on my wife, so go find someone else to prey on. It’s an impossible bet for you to win.”

Ford grinned, “50 to 1 says I’ll be fucking your wife by the end of the night and on top of that I hope she’s on the pill because I don’t plan on using protection,” he spat.

Dave saw Peter and John try to pull their colleague away but Dave stopped them, “Ok. I’ll take your wager. $100 if you screw my wife or $5,000 if you don’t. Dude, you set yourself up here and you don’t even know it. Never in a million years will you get even close to my wife,” he spat.

“Good! Here’s the deal. You can’t go get her and drive off. You have to stay until at least midnight and you stay away from her. No interfering. Got it?” Realizing he’d raised his voice he looked around to see if anyone heard and there was just a couple at the next table apparently not paying attention.

Dave looked over as Cherie approached, “Got it.” He kissed the blonde on the cheek, “Mr. Peoples wants me to show some guys around, will you be ok if I leave you with these guys?”

Cherie wondered what they’d been talking about. At first, it looked like a fight, but she must have been mistaken and both men looked happy. “Sure, I can’t see a downside to being with three great-looking guys,” she grinned at Dave, “I’ll see you later?”

Dave glared at Chip, “Please be good to her, she’s a great person,” he said. He looked at Cherie thinking this was a mistake then smiled at her, “Watch out for these guys, especially Ford. But you’re a big girl. I’ll catch you later.” He turned and headed over to get his drink.

Cherie found herself dancing with one after another of the guys. All seemed to like pressing their bodies close to her, their hands straying to her ass, the sides of her breasts mashed against their chests. She wondered what Dave was doing Escort Alanya as she’d assumed they’d spend time together here since he was always working, but these guys were so attentive she’d found herself happy being the center of their attention.

“Look, here’s the plan.” Chip looked out at Peter and Cherie grinding against each other. “Can you go check out some of the offices to see if there’s a place I can take blondie? It will also need a closet or side office where you can capture us on video. I’m sure Dave will require proof,” he said as he handed John his phone, “Hell,” he said looking out at his friend grinding against the girl, “As a bonus, you and Peter can fight over who gets sloppy seconds,” he laughed.

Cherie had never been so groped in her life and that is saying something. She was blessed with the perfect body, long shapely legs, a tight perky ass, flared hips with a narrow waist and breasts. It was the breasts that caught men’s eyes first. DDs on her fairly small frame seemed larger. She fanned herself as she headed back to the ladies’ room having to get rid of all wine she’d been drinking. Peter always seemed to know when her glass was getting down and appeared with a fresh one. These guys weren’t nearly as bad as she’d first thought. She wondered why Dave originally looked unhappy to see an old classmate. He was charming, gentle but obviously powerful and was seriously packing between his legs.

She washed her hands and looked at herself. Maybe this dress was a bad idea. The flimsy material clung to her curves more as she perspired and it seemed the vee was exposing more of her impressive cleavage while her nipples poked through the thin fabric. She wished she could have worn a bra but she wanted Dave to think about something other than the accident. She headed back out to the main area where the music was getting louder.

Dave finished up showing the executives the projects, the datacenters, and everything else they wanted. He was told about his role in the upcoming merger and the new VP of Operations. He didn’t care as long as whoever it is lets him do his job. He looked at his watch seeing it was 11:30 and headed over to where he’d last seen Cherie.

Cherie had just sat down and was fanning herself from the many dances when she saw Dave approach. She jumped up, giving him a hug, “Holy shit! What did they make you do, show them every line of your code?” She looked at the three men, “On the other hand, these guys might have gotten to know my every line of my code if you hadn’t shown up,” she smiled.

“I knew you would find a way to entertain yourself. It’s getting late, shall we head out?” he asked.

Chip was about to protest as it wasn’t yet midnight, but relaxed hearing Cherie decline.

“You go ahead. I could dance a bit more and I need to head over to my parent’s house after this. Mom needs help with Gram’s stuff and I told her I’d be there. You go on. I’ll talk to you tomorrow?” She said before kissing him, “You get some sleep.” She said feeling a bit tipsy.

Dave nodded but heard his name, “Or not. I guess I am needed again,” he sighed, “At least I’ve just had half a drink,” he said. He looked at Chip, “Nice seeing you again, and meeting you guys.” He turned and saw the three men looking at a folder.

Chip nodded at John as he sat back down next to Cherie, “So now that we’re alone…” he laughed.

Cherie felt the effects of the wine and didn’t stop the man as he stroked her bare thigh higher and higher. She’d been feeling an increasing need between her legs the more the men groped her and was feeling frustrated that she committed to her parents and would not find a release for this itch. On the other hand, she was feeling more and more relaxed as the night went on.

Ford felt the dampness in her panties and rather than push his hand away she’d opened her legs slightly under the table. “You have any idea how beautiful you are?” he asked as he listened to her breathing get heavier. He took a chance and slid his fingers under the leg band.

“Mmmmm, I could look like a horse and men always say how beautiful a woman is when his fingers are inside her,” she giggled. She pulled his hand out, “That’s enough. I like this song,” she said standing up, “Come on. I couldn’t possibly have worn you out yet. The night is yet young,” she laughed.

When Ford got back he saw John nodding at him from the doorway, “Excuse me. I need to ask John something,” he said as he held the chair for the incredible blonde. He knew that in no more than ten minutes his cock would be in the tight cunt. He’d been wanting to smell his finger ever since he’d felt how wet she was but he knew he’d be able to taste the source of that nectar soon. He’d taken many wives and he knew the signs. She was already fantasizing about having his cock inside her and most likely wondering who would be taking which hole.

“I found the perfect room. Down the hall, take the stairs to the left. Room 218. I’ll grab Peter. Give us five minutes,” John grinned in anticipation.

Ford stood by the blonde, “You said you know this building well, I’d like that tour now,” he smiled.

Unsteadily standing, Cherie looked around, “Sure, but where are John and Peter? They said they wanted a tour also.”

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I glanced to my side at her as we walked up the deserted street. The wind gusted catching her blonde hair and her face was momentarily revealed in full. God, she looked hot. And without even trying particularly hard to be either.

I found it a unique talent of hers, the way she could turn me on simply by wearing normal everyday outfits. To be fair, these weren’t exactly her every day clothes seeing as she’d been dressed up for a Christening service and party but skirt, blouse, jacket and boots? Hardly uncommon on the streets are they?

The street was quiet so you could clearly hear the heels of her leather boots click on the concrete path as we walked towards the railway station to head back home. Given that it was mid-January we’d been lucky. The weather could have been much worse than this but still it was cold with the temperature dropping away quickly as it began to get dark. It was surely coming but there was no frost on the ground just yet.

The wife was snuggled up within in a black woollen coat with a purple, pink and white striped scarf wrapped around her neck; and purple leather gloves to keep her from the winter chill.

Now taken as I was was with those leather gloves and the mental images they conjured up of the experienced hands within them at work on my cock, it was really what was going underneath her coat that, in sharp contrast to the chill, was getting me all hot and bothered.

I had been a proud man when she slowly, deliberately slowly you might even say, made her way downstairs earlier that morning with an incredibly sexy black leather skirt and shiny black and white zebra stripe blouse on. Sizzling!

Below her skirt she had patterned black stockings with black patent leather boots completing the look. It was yet another of those moments where suddenly I wished we weren’t going out at all.

It was a big day and she looked for my approval “Not too much?”

I was almost salivating at the sighting of her and I gushed with praise as how sensational she looked “Wow. Just. Fucking. Wow”.

“Language! Remember you are going to church later” she half-heartedly attempted to scold me. But she was beaming, her face wide and happy. She knew she looked good today and was delighted to have the compliments she sought.

The wife had worked so hard in the months previous, attending the gym regularly, going to Zumba classes and watching her food as she strived to change her figure.

More than just me was impressed with the change and the wife caught more than a few people’s attention at the Christening and the party afterwards attracting a score of compliments about her figure or her outfit or both. Modestly she batted them off but I knew she was thrilled.

This was what the hard word had all been for, the Christening with so many of her friends and old colleagues from a former workplace. She was determined to be a different person from the one that left in trying circumstances eighteen months before. And she had nailed it.

I glanced across the pavement at her again but this time was caught in the act.

“What?”

Ofcourse she knew fine well what. “Have I told you how sexy you look today?”

“Yes…….this would be about the eighth time I believe”. She stared straight ahead trying not to smile. Then after a few paces glanced back “And like I told you this morning. Good things come to those who wait”.

I tutted. “But I mean you look really, really sexy”.

She laughed, smiled and shook her head but said nothing Alanya Escort and looked straight ahead once more as we continued to walk towards the train station.

For a few seconds silence as we walked then I piped up again… “Teasing me like that, wearing a leather skirt in a church. I mean a church of all…”.

“….Oh for fuck’s sake” she cut me off sounding more than a little irritated before immediately adopting a more conciliatory tone “You’ll be home soon enough dirty boy. Think about the ironing or the washing up you’ll be doing when you get home rather than pumping me. Because that’s exactly what you’ll be doing if you don’t give it a rest”.

Her point was made.

We were exchanging chatter about the day past as we finally came within a few feet of the entrance to the station. We were both laughing, remembering a rather outlandish outfit one of her old colleagues Joan was wearing when the station PA system blasted into life “We are sorry to announce that due to operational difficulties the 1555 train to Glasgow has been cancelled” prompting a string of expletives from me, which were almost immediately repeated when the information screen flashed up next train 1655.

“We’re probably going to miss our connecting train home now too” I hissed. “Knew we should have just taken the fucking car”.

By now it was completely dark, getting colder still and we had a decision to make. Neither of us much fancied the prospect of an hours wait at an empty train station in the back of beyond but then a twenty minute walk back to the dying embers of the party we’d just come from, only to have to walk almost immediately straight back to the station was hardly a realistic alternative either. In effect we had no option but to wait.

We moved towards the station shelter.

A quiet station on one of the quietest lines on the network at the best of times, at this point in the day on a Sunday evening the place was even more deathly silent than the tiny hamlet we’d just come from. No passengers, no cars in the small car park. Just the wind whistling through the shelter, that had it been raining, I doubt would have provided any shelter at all.

As she was prone to do on special days or nights out, the wife went to her bag and produced a cigarette. She moved to the edge of the shelter and had just sparked up when her mobile rang. She answered and from the course of the conversation I was soon able to ascertain it was her mum calling. It passed a few minutes for her if nothing else.

For me, well it gave me a good opportunity to enjoy ogling her in a style I did enjoy. There was always just something incredibly sexy about her when she smoked. That long white cigarette dangling provocatively from her sexy red lips or nestling between two fingers of those hands covered by purple leather.

Call and cigarette duly finished the wife returned inside the shelter and snuggled up close, her back against my front.

“Ohhh it’s cold” she said shivering just a little from having been strolling up back and forth outside the shelter.

I wrapped my arms around her waist tightly and exhaled my hot breath into the back of her head. She giggled. I repeated the act across various parts of her neck and head prompting more giggles and a remark that “That’s tickly!”.

I dropped my hands from her front and slipped my hands inside her woollen coat and began to rub up and down her tummy and sides. The silky material of her blouse felt lovely to touch Alanya Escort Bayan but it wasn’t just me enjoying the feeling: “That’s nice” she sighed happily, enjoying the warming sensation.

Inevitably my hands began to wander.

At first, almost as if accidentally my fingers would slip down and afford me a sneaky feel of her leather skirt. It was my turn to savour the wonderful feeling that comes with touching a cold soft and oh so very sexy leather skirt and very gently I brushed my fingers across that most tempting of clothing.

Then my hands graduated further and further down her skirt. Becoming more brazen my hands swept across the top of her thighs and around to her rear where I began massaging the fleshy mounds of her gorgeous arse, gripping and squeezing fully.

“I know your game mister” she suddenly piped up.

“Oh aye?” I enquired.

“Aye……..but don’t stop”.

The green light given any notions that I was just trying to keep her warm were gone. I was touching her up good style and I returned to that silky top and made a move towards her tits. She groaned as I cupped both in my hands and began kissing the back of her neck.

She pushed off me for a second then flipped around to face me, her face a little screwed up as she croaked “I hate it when you do this to me”.

“Do what?” I asked for a moment puzzled at what she was getting at.

Then she broke into a smile and raised her face up to kiss me, prodding me in the chest “Getting me bloody horny at times when I shouldn’t. That’s what”.

Our mouths locked and we kissed passionately, tongues sending tingles through each other as they touched. Lips wet with saliva as we kissed, released and kissed once more.

My cock was hard by now and was pushing tight against her belly. All the while my hands continued to meander up, down and around her body. Groping, feeling, touching and enjoying.

She drew back from our embrace. “Do you think…..”. “Do you think you could really do it before the train or anyone comes?” I knew she was getting horny but didn’t quite expect this opportunity.

“Do what?” I asked double checking that she did actually mean what I thought she meant.

“Fuck me ofcourse” she whispered.

“Well we haven’t seen a soul in the last 20 minutes and we’ve still got a good while before you might expect going on the next train to come. If we’re quick……”

“But what if someone comes?”she asked, still dubious.

“We’ll just have to make sure we come first won’t we”. I laughed and winked at her.

“Come on then.” she said taking one last look around to confirm that there was nobody there.

“Let’s do it”

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I was never much good at removing bras so whilst the wife took care of that I busied myself removing what proved to be the skimpiest piece of material from between her legs. “Just look at these” I tutted as I slid them down over her boots and waved them around my finger. “Dirty, dirty girl. No wonder you’ve been so cold”.

“Maybe there’s another reason too”. She laughed as she disposed of the knickers and her bra in her handbag.

Her cryptic statement was soon explained when I pushed the leather skirt above her waist and got down to business. The minx was only clean shaven around her hole, something we both enjoyed but something she did only rarely because of the annoying itching when her pubes began to grow back in.

I lunged at her pussy licking up and down and around the exterior Escort Alanya and pushing my tongue inside enjoying listening to her moans above me.

She let me play for a bit as I enjoyed the smoothness, before cautioning me “Not too much of the tongue stuff today, hon. No time. Just get inside me. I just need you inside me” she ordered.

I rose and did as commanded and we manoeuvred ourselves into position in the corner of the shelter. Se had her legs wrapped around me, her pussy level with my manhood, as I stood tall. She was supporting herself by holding on steel bars that joined the sections of the shelter.

It would be a strength sapping position but we would be at it quickly and the main thing was I had free access to that now glistening wet pussy of hers. My trousers and boxers were slid down to my ankles and my own arse was now exposed to the cold the wife had complained bitterly about. But the cold was the last thing on my mind as I thrust my thick cock in and out of her.

“Urgggghhhh” she moaned “That’s it. Give it to me hard. Fuck me hard”.

Up and down I thrust each time prompting a deep moan from the wife. A conversation or sorts was played out in a between a mixture of panting, moans, grunts and expletives as pounded my beautiful wife in this secluded part of the Scottish countryside.

“You like it hard don’t you? Such a dirty girl?”.

“Your dirty girl. Harder babe….ohhhh that’s it…..awwwwwww…fuck that’s it. That’s it!!!!”.

I was aggressively pummelling her, giving her the crude, rough seeing too she wanted. Her head bobbed from side to side and body jerked with each lustful pump inside her. Soft, gentle love making this was not but no less passionate.

All too soon that familiar sensation from the head of my cock told me release would soon be upon me. The louder, higher pitched yelps coming from the wife confirmed she was close to orgasm also.

I held her tighter still as I got closer: “Oh I’m going to fill you up with cum.”

“Owww….ooohh….fill me. Fill me…..ahhh owwww”. She pleaded. “Ahhh….owwwwww” she squealed as my cock exploded and several waves of hot creamy spunk were unloaded inside her.

As one we fell together, my legs buckling slightly the euphoria burst through us both. She was pinned against the back of the shelter both arms over my shoulders, legs still wrapped around me and her head resting to one side of my head.

“Don’t come out” she said. Though softening my cock remained inside her and I continued to slide it up and down, careful not to remove it from that pussy it knew so well. She loved that post fuck come down. Her pussy mixed full of cum and her own love juice with my cock sliding slowly up and down taking advantage of the wetness and heat within, savouring that feeling of contentment for as long as possible.

She lifted her head off my shoulders and began to straighten up, smiling gleefully as she did. “Fuck that was good wasn’t it?” she said.

“You enjoy that sweety, you that was going to make us wait?”

“Oooft. Fuck aye!” she laughed and looked up as she sought about wiping the mixtures of fluids that were slowing sliding their way from her pussy.

As she cleaned up the headlights of a car suddenly shown into the station piercing the cracks within the shelter. We looked at one another almost saying in tandem “Ohhhhhh” and laughing thinking that we’d got away with it but only just.

I guess we might well have looked fairly respectable as we stood together, in our Sunday best as an elderly couple bid us good evening and proceeded to share the shelter with us. Although I’m fairly certain if they had known that the lady standing just a few feet away from them was currently bra and knicker less they might well have thought otherwise!

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Author’s Note:

This is a resubmission. Even though it clocks in at 4500 words, this one is a small part of a much larger work I’m developing. I probably won’t publish it all here — too much of it is non-erotic. In the large piece (30,000 words and counting!) titled ‘Moments’, the protagonist reminisces about the loves of his life, the highs and lows of them, many of them erotically charged. I hope you like it, and as always, please help me become a better writer by offering constructive criticism.

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The Time in Brussels

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I have turned off the water and I stand in the shower stall. As the air cools me, I feel the tickling traces of the last drops of water falling from my body, I savour the sensation and fall into a trance. My mind drifts in this reverie and then suddenly I am remembering Brussels last year.

I’ve made a bad choice of hotel. I’m in a large American chain hotel, full of people, but it’s charmless. It’s amazing how lonely you can get when you’re among a crowd. I should have found a pension instead, a place where people would take care of me.

I am coming out of the shower in my hotel room, clean, sharp and nervous. She will be here in half an hour. I dry off, and as I put on my clothes I can feel my pulse driving. The shower’s hot water has me feeling flushed still, and I’m perspiring, hardly what I want right now. Hygiene is everything.

Stepping out of the bathroom I see my laptop on the desk across the room. Foolishly, I’d left the website up. What if housekeeping came in and saw? I still can’t believe I actually went ahead and made the call. Who the hell am I anymore?

A crazy thought, I say to myself, but then, this whole thing is crazy. Seven hundred fifty euros for two hours crazy. Crazy as in she will be younger than my youngest students crazy. How can we possibly relate? How will she even go through with this, with me, nearly seventy? There’s only one way, I’m sure: she will put on the act, fake it.

An act without a real connection, and I’ve rarely done this without at least a feeling of affection, even with Jillian back when the Earth was cooling. At least we both knew what we wanted and that it was ok to just take it from each other. In two hours, with this young girl, a young stranger who cares only for the money, doing it will be an impossibility. I’ll never get hard, but that’s beside the point. And then there’s the exploitation of it, taking advantage of a girl who does this only because she’s desperate for the money. At this thought, I feel like phoning back to call it off. But it is too late, less than half an hour now. This can’t possibly go well.

I sit at the desk looking at the computer screen and click the button ‘Les Photos.’ She is there, Aurélie, a name with innuendo. I know that it’s not really her name, just her ‘stage’ name. She’s there in the second row of photographs, the agency’s stable of women. Her face is partially hidden, but there is enough to see her smile. It is a nice smile, a pretty smile in what I imagine is a longish face. Her smile is normal, a regular person’s smile, and it reassures me. How can a girl with a smile like that be a fake? I know I’m fooling myself, know that God doesn’t make fools, pretty young girls do, but I can’t help it.

I am so lonely, travelling alone and with no conference activities tonight. I’m alone in life now anyway, since Kit died. It hurts, like physical pain. I start to rationalize about this young girl. If all we do is talk, if all I do is feel her smooth skin, be warmed by her, to be held by her, that will be enough. She might even want that too.

The loudness of the phone nearly explodes my heart. I wait for the third ring to regain my composure before answering. She says that she is with her driver in front of the hotel. I can hear the traffic noise, a quick remark to her driver and what must be the car door slamming. Her voice in English, friendly-sounding, a lovely French lilt, breaks the ice. She says that she is excited to meet me, can’t wait. She confirms the room number, asks which way to turn for the elevators from the front door. Two minutes, she says, we whill ‘ave some fun togedder de two of us, eh?

That does it. I’m petrified. She’ll hurt me, or if she doesn’t, I’ll hurt myself trying. I can’t stay still, so I start to pace the length of the room, from the windows to the door. The second time I’m near the door, I look through the peephole. She’s not there. I make two more trips into the room and back to the door. Feeling stupid, I go to the window and wait. But I can stay there for just a minute or two. The restless nervousness jangles my whole body. For the first time in my life I can imagine hyperventilating. That threshold is not far from me.

I go back to the door to look again, and I see her just as she is coming into view. Or is it? She seems quite tall, a little over 1.7 I’d say, but then maybe it’s just the peephole lens.

Her face is huge, fish-eye distorted, and her body curves away below, hidden. Is it the same girl from the website? Alanya Escort Certainly the hair colour and style is different. Peeking from under a peaked leather cap her hair is dark brown with an edgy streak of bright red colouring. It is shorter than in the photo as well. I watch as she takes a moment, looking down to smooth her clothes. Her face completely disappears from view.

My heart is racing in nervousness. It’s crazy. Not enjoyable. I wonder what it must be like for her. The same? I don’t see how it could be. Who could survive this night after night? What must go through her mind in these moments? Who will it be inside the room? A nice man? A violent man? What about his looks, if he’s fat, hairy, ugly, smelly, how could she go through with it? I don’t understand. I am an old man. I hope that she is not shocked.

If I open the door before she knocks, she’ll know I’ve been watching, stalking her from inside the hotel room. I feel a stab of embarrassment and pull my eye from the peephole.

There is her soft knock on the door. Two quick taps, then a third. I watch as my hand reaches for the knob as if it is disembodied. Time has slowed almost to a stop. Every movement, the cool metal of the knob, brings me closer to a threshold, a precipice. Paying for it for the first time in my life.

I swing the door open and before I can do anything, say anything, she takes a single step, one, into the room, confident, smiling, lovely.

I notice her smile right away. There’s something about her upper lip, something different. It is full, pouty, and curves up so slightly toward the tip of her nose, the smallest sneer but with none of the contempt. The curve draws her lip up, exposing her lovely teeth. It is a permanent smile, sexy, saucy. She can’t not smile. But that’s not all. I watch as her smile broadens. Her upper lip slides higher over her pretty teeth, smooth and white. At the finish of her smile her lip stops moving, just short of showing her gums. I see a tiny flaw, something most curious, unusual but captivating. Just there, as her smile settles into its final expansion. Her upper lip is stretched, has twisted slightly. Out of nothing, now I see that her lip has curved unevenly into the shape of a tiny wave, one side up and the other down. This tiny imperfection, highlighting that saucy sneer, is all hers, defines her completely.

Her smile spreads through the entire room, through me. It declares her confidence in the moment, doing what she does well, doing it for the fun of it. It says that this isn’t serious, that it isn’t heavy. It tells me that I should relax, abandon myself to the moment, to her. We’re here, she and I, and we will have fun together, here, right now. Our cares and worries need not infringe. We will cast off all that and pretend for a while. We’ll pretend that nothing matters, that we can play in this moment, play without rules and leave no trace behind. I wonder to myself, Can I do that? I can’t shed my misgivings quite so easily.

I step aside and around her to shut the door. She hasn’t moved. “Come in. Come in. I’m glad you’re here.” I gesture for her to come into the room.

She takes one step toward the bedroom and stops again. She turns sideways so that her back is to the wall and hesitates, stands aside as if she wants me to go in first. I drop my gesture and walk past her. It doesn’t feel gentlemanly. Almost at the window, I turn to face her and she comes in finally, still smiling, a little wicked.

She is indeed tall, nearly my own height. She puts her arms around my neck to give me a friendly hug, a European kiss-kiss on the cheeks. It feels odd, her easy familiarity, the immediate physical contact. She presses herself against me, making me feel her body, getting into my personal space so quickly without hesitation, and then the kiss, rather formal. She smells really good.

Her face is almost too close for me to see properly. I crane my neck back to get her in focus. She’s wearing dark eyeliner and eye shadow, a lot of it. But it’s not overdone on her, just the right amount to proclaim herself as being different, to make her fashionable in her own way. The makeup gives her eyes startling size and intensity. Green eyes, sharp, bright, alive.

A thin white scar starts on her forehead, slashes diagonally across and through her eyebrow. It is visible through her brow, interrupting the fine dark hair with a faint trail of white. When I look more closely, I see the scar, a diagonal nick across the bridge of her nose. I wonder at the story behind this scar, whether it was put there by a bad client on a bad night. These thoughts make me queasy.

The rest of her face is natural, no makeup. That sinful smile beams at me. She is no teenager. I put her age at around thirty. I feel a little relief that I’m not with a child. There is character to her face and skin. It is skin that has seen its share of laughter, tears and life.

“I’m Génie. De udder girl, Janine, she couldn’t come, eh? I ‘ope it’s ok.” Janine? I remind myself that I’ve crossed over from Alanya Escort Bayan my world to hers, theirs.

“I ‘ope you will like me too, eh?”

Eh? It can’t be. It would be an impossible coincidence. “Vous êtes une Quebecoise.”

“Si! Si! But oh my God! It’s amazing! ‘ow you know dis?” She breaks contact and skitters away from me almost back to the door. Her posture reflects her surprise, bent over at the hips with her arms thrown wide, her head thrust forward. Flamboyant. Charming. How can I not look at her cleavage?

“That ‘eh’ at the end. All of us do it…Canadians, eh.” I can’t help but grin like a kid. “I lived in Quebec for a while,” I say. “Eastern Townships near Granby.”

“Nooooooo! Oh my God! I know where dat is, exactement! Very close, very close to me, eh? Bromont. I was born in der,” she’s wide-eyed at the coincidence. It’s a fifteen minute drive between the two towns. Pretty amazing — if it’s true.

“A long way from ‘ome, eh? You and me bote’. Oh my God!” Then she gets serious, apologetic. “But my English…not so good, eh?”

“No, no, you’re doing great,” I stammer. “We can use French if you like.” I say this to her in my terrible French, even worse than her English. I wonder how that will work?

But that’s that. We’re on to the next. She beams the crooked smile at me and stands erect, arches her back and thrusts out her chest. She is posing for me, showing herself off so that I can get a good look. Black leather, punk-chick chic. Black fingerless lace gloves.

She wears a sleeveless leather vest and a black, V-neck t-shirt underneath. The shirt shows off her lovely collarbones and lower, magnificent cleavage. It’s not that her breasts are large. No, it’s their shape, the amount revealed, the perfect amount showing, teasing, the form and shape of her breasts developing on her chest in just the perfect way, giving promise to to the loveliness underneath.

She has a couple of muted dark tatoos, swirling at her collarbone and on her arm. She wears body jewelry in her ears, a tiny stud in her nostril, another in her brow. They are surprisingly delicate, feminine. Her abdomen peeks out above the top of a black leather mini-skirt. Another piercing there, at her navel, fine silver jewelry dangling. She has narrow hips and her legs are long, long, sheathed in torn fishnet stockings, intentionally cut up for effect. She’s wearing leather boots, to mid-shin, heels, very high. She’s all of a piece, fashionable in a euro-street way, if a little dated. How she got through the hotel lobby like this, I don’t know. Maybe she knows someone here, has paid him off to turn a blind eye.

She spins around to give me the view from the rear, sticking out her fanny while turning her face back to show me a wink and a smile. It’s almost laughably flirtatious, but she knows it, is having fun. Her hands are on her thighs, pushing her bum out. Quickly she grabs the skirt and lifts-flips it up to show me her ass, a black thong. I can’t help but smile. A burst of laughter escapes from me and I see that she is pleased that I’m having fun with her. Somehow, I’ve forgotten about my misgivings for now.

She turns to face me, giving me more of her routine, at least I assume it’s a routine. All in one motion the leather cap comes off and she throws it spinning closeby my face, past my head and onto the floor behind. Her lips pout outrageously and she cocks her head low and to the side to stare at me with raised eyes in comic intensity. One hand goes to her hip, thrust wide. Drawing to her full height she starts an exagerated runway walk, a model sashaying toward me. When she’s even with the mirror on the dresser she turns, pretends to primp, then frowns and dismisses her reflection naughtily with a flip of her hand.

She turns to face me again, still posing. It’s a comic act, her ‘schtick’, just for fun. She resumes her catwalk walk toward me. In the last step she breaks the show again and suddenly jumps into my arms, her legs wrapped around my hips, her arms snaked around my neck. She slides her legs down until she’s standing. This time it’s a full kiss on the lips, soft. I feel her hand on the back of my head, holding me there. Her lips part and I feel the soft wetness of her tongue brush against mine. It gets deeper, more active, wetter, passionate.

I didn’t know, thought they didn’t kiss, that it is too intimate. I thought that kissing was only for them, only for their private personal lives. I’m so shocked that I pull away.

“Mmmmmmmm,” she says, purring. “I like your kiss.” What an odd thing to say. I’m becoming more aware of a feeling of unreality, the falseness of everything. We are two strangers she and I, and it might be that we soon will have sex. Sex with a stranger. The weirdness of that strikes me, the ultimate physical intimacy, cock buried in pussy, and I’ll never even know her real name. We don’t know each other, don’t know how we think or feel, don’t know each others’ likes, dislikes, responses. Sex with a complete stranger, impossible I think, but also Escort Alanya dangerously erotic.

And there is that saucy smile of hers, and I quickly accuse myself of thinking too much.

She grabs me again, this time by the ass. She’s taken two hands full of cheek, pressing her body into mine. She starts to slide her body against me.

Again, the unreality of this disorients me. This isn’t how people relate. It’s aggressive silliness, not my style. Still, she’s so over the top with it, I can’t help but be amused. And for the first time, it strikes me. Maybe that’s what all this is about. Maybe it’s what it should be about. A chance to not be myself, a chance to be silly, have some out of control fun, let go.

But the idea falls flat inside me. I don’t know if I can do that, a lifetime of sex inside relationships. I’m closer to the end of life than to the beginning, a realization I’ve had before but haven’t acted upon. The self-talk roars inside me, taking me out of the moment. You’re going to die some day, fool. What’s it going to be, your last thought? ” I wish I’d spent more time in the office?” Idiot. How about this instead? “Remember the time in Brussels, the time with the girl? Fantastic!” and right after that I might be saying, “Oh, Hello God. Nice to meet you.” You serious, inhibited bastard, I tell myself. So sad.

She’s still grinding against me, the sneering smile rubbing it in. I give myself a mental slap. Did you know that you’ve got a beautiful young girl rubbing herself up against you trying her best to get you going? Wake up, idiot.

It’s too much for me. With a laugh and a smile I break it off and separate from her. I’m so confused that I’m holding my head in my hands.

“What’s wrong, hon?” Her tone is of surprise with a large dollop of feigned hurt. Hon. So familiar and yet she is a complete stranger.

Oh my God! I’ve forgotten the money. I’m mortified, feel that I have transgressed. I leap to make amends, find the envelope that I had prepared on the desk and thrust it out to her. I apologize profusely for the delay. How rude!

“No. No. It’s ok, eh? I get my money in de end, eh? Some guys, dey don’t pay until de end, eh, wen we’re done time to say goodbye, eh? Some guys, dey don’ pay at all! Get trown out in de ‘all I never get my money and not even clothes!” She gives an overblown pouty frown at this last bit.

“Excusé.” She stuffs the envelope into her bag and pulls a cell phone out. Turning away from me, she makes a call, just a few words, serious. Calling in to her driver, everything is ok. I wonder what else is in her bag.

Turning back and smiling at me again, she returns to character. She’s steadying herself against the dresser in the room, lifting her foot, bending to it to unzip her boot and kick it off. In a second the other boot tumbles to the floor.

“So what do you like?” she asks.

At first I don’t understand. What do I like? I like my work, my research, the little bit of teaching that I still do. I like reading, learning, my friends, playing my guitar, the piano. I start to tell her.

“Non, non!” She laughs, throws her head back and laughs sweetly, and I’m afraid it’s at me this time. “Non, non! Tell me, ummmm… wat you like. You know, wat you like for me and you…’ow we gonna ‘ave fun.” Her eyes light up when she finds the right words. “You know… fucking… in de bed!”

Fucking in the bed. Of course. Stupid, stupid, stupid! But that plain-spoken explicitness, fucking in the bed, gets me. I feel a burst of arousal at the freedom of it. We gonna ‘ave fun fucking in de bed, fun… fucking in de bed. In my mind it strips me naked, has her arms and legs wrapped around me and I’m thrusting deep into her, both of us laughing, ‘aving fun fucking in de bed.

Across from her I’m embarrassed by my cluelessness, but that quickly dissipates as I watch her. She reaches under her skirt and tugs at something on one leg. The fishnets are coming off, first the one then the other. She lays them across the foot of the bed.

But I’m speechless. What do I like? It strikes me suddenly: I don’t know what I like. Nobody ever asked me really, at least not like this. What I like has always been something reciprocal, something done together for the two of us. Always in balance, always together. Never just for me alone, never. I don’t know how to answer her.

“You on top? Me on top? From behin’?” she asks, turning and pointing to her ass. So uninhibited. But it’s not shocking. In fact, it’s kind of sweet, kind of ingenuous.

Idly, she has again reached under her skirt again, both hands, and her hips are wiggling first to one side then the other. When her hands reappear they’re holding her thong. She lowers it to mid-thigh, then straightens, stands up and spreads her legs and tilts her hips. The thong stretches tight between her legs. It’s another pose, a good one. With this one, my pants begin to bind me.

She smirks at me and then hits me with her smile once again. Looking me straight in the eye, she slowly brings her legs together letting the thong drop around her ankles. Stepping out of it she lifts it with one toe and takes it into her hand. Suddenly she’s shot it at me like a rubber band, and it hits me square in the face. It’s so light that it has stuck in my eyebrow, dangling there over my eye and nose.

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It was a beautiful sunny October afternoon on the campus of the Pensacola University in Florida. Eduardo was a young man half Portuguese and half Polish. He was shorter than average with the shoulders of a swimmer. His auburn hair was longish and he had a stud in his nose and a ring in his lip. He was a pre-med student, and he was in class studying anatomy and physiology. That is, he was attempting to study. He was seriously distracted by a classmate named Sunna. Today was the first time he realized he was dazzled. She was far beyond pretty; she was the kind of gal who would look good in a burlap sack. She was well proportioned with a sinuous grace. To add to the glory was a thick head of braided sun-like hair, radiant enough to light up a dark room. He didn’t want to pass a note to her; that would be immature. They had no common friends that he knew of.

Just as soon as the sun’s light shone through the tops of the windows, they finished their task of dissecting fetal pigs and went on to the next task, drawing blood from each other. After the brief instructions, the needles and syringes were handed out. Eduardo stepped sideways to Sunna and said, “Can I poke you?”

Sunna laughed. “That’s original,” she grinned. “Where do you want to poke me?” she teased him.

“Your forearm will do fine.” He wrapped the rubber tourniquet below her elbow. To her it seemed like he was wrapping a present. She could feel his warmth, and liked the smell of him too. She noticed he was looking out of the corner of his eye at her fine bosom. She thought this was polite as most guys just stared. He was showing real interest in her, diverting her attention away from the needle with a couple of corny jokes.

“Gee, I barely felt that,” she said. “I think you’ve got talent.”

“Yes, quite a few actually.”

It was his turn to be poked. As he sat he noticed a strong ray of sunlight illuminating her golden hair, giving her the optical effect of a halo. “You’re awfully sunny,” he grinned. Do you dazzle everyone or is it just me?” He thought he’d gone too far — he had just revealed his feelings about her after about three minutes of interaction. Much too fast.

But she smiled. “Not many guys tell me that. Do you mean it?”

“Considering the short amount of time we’ve spent together, I’d say yes. Say, are you a fire sign, like Sagittarius?”

She wrapped his arm snugly, doing a lot of feeling of his biceps. “No, I’m a Leo.”

“That explains it. Leo is ruled by the Sun, and Leos often have a mane.”

“I don’t believe in astrology. Do you?” She wiped his skin with an alcohol wipe.

He replied, “It’s a very interesting game, but the asteroids have destroyed astrology. Astrologers recognized the 4 biggest asteroids -“

She stuck him, and could barely concentrate on her work. Eduardo had an erection. He blushed as she looked at him and then smiled as she said, “Go on.”

“But there are hundreds of thousands of asteroids. If you admit one, you must admit them all; that’s simple logic. “

She put a folded 2 x2 and a band aid over the small wound. “Did it hurt?”

“A little,” he admitted, “but I’ve had worse pain from horseflies.”

She was looking, almost staring at his erection. She’d broken up with her last boyfriend, a real loser with a mad desire to control everything. That had been 11 months ago, and all she’d had for relief was her internet porn and a few dildos. She was more than ready to handle her next lover. “You were saying?”

“So if you do admit them all, a computer could calculate their positions, but you’d never be able to interpret a single horoscope.”

He stood up. She gave him a coy look, with her hand casually stroking her round breast.”You’re unusual, Eduardo. Most people are dogmatic.”

“I’m more automatic,” he joked.

In her presence he was beginning to feel like a tree basking in the morning light. This was pleasant, but also a little scary, as he had never felt so infatuated so early in a relationship, if you could call it that. The effect was electric, stimulating, illuminating and lusty. He remembered that she had stroked his biceps repeatedly. This meant she was definitely interested. He began to hum one of the Cream’s old songs, “In the Sunshine of Your Love.”

He sat next to her at the next lecture about codones and Alanya Escort anti-codones. He took the time to study her face. Her face was heart shaped with high cheekbones and luminous aqua eyes. She wore some make up. Her mouth was plump and moist and very kissable with a rose shade of lipstick. Her breasts were prominent.

Classes finished at about 6. Sunna surprised him by suggesting they go to a cafe or restaurant.

She took him to one she liked, the Moon Bow Diner. The owners were Native American. As they sat at the table conversing while the food was being prepared, they looked out at the splendor of the sky. She brought to his mind an image of icicles gleaming in the sunlight and melting. She said, “You look kind of dreamy.”

“Well, I’ve never had this happen before. I had a very strong mental image of icicles melting in the spring. Are you doing this to me?”

“I wish I could,” she laughed. “But no one has ever said anything like that to me, either. You’re either a master of flattery or poetic by nature. Are you playing with me?”

“Absolutely not! I’m not even flirting. That was spontaneous. Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot to ask if you are single. I am.”

“You’re too smart and good looking to be single,” she flattered him. “If I was involved with someone else, would it matter?”

“Well I certainly wouldn’t be able to stop it,” he admitted. “When I was young I believed the adage ‘All is fair in love and war’. After seeing too many guys with broken hearts, I reformed.”

This was the best answer she could have hoped for. “So you’re both honest and compassionate. I really do like you, Eduardo.”

Their drinks came. Sunna had a dark stout, a St. Pauli Girl.. Eduardo had a tequila drink mixed

with lime juice. “Let me look at your hands,” he asked her.

He knew that people with very long ring fingers tended to be sexual roamers. He didn’t mind that for now. He looked at her right palm where there were so many small lines crossing each other it made a “grid”. “You have a grid here,” he indicated. “It’s supposed to mean troubles in life.”

“Well, that’s been true. My parents are rich and they took me with them all over the world. It was interesting, but I lost a lot of friends, and that turned me into a lonely teenager. I plunged myself into piano playing and that has kept me together during the hardest times.”

That was a relief. He’d feared that the conversation would founder on sad memories.

“How did you learn to read palms?”

“I don’t, not really. My grandmother could read cards, tealeaves and palms. I was always amazed by the things she said. It’s an art or a craft, though, and I don’t have much talent for it. What kind of music do you play?”

“Lusty. That is, blues, rhythm ‘n blues, rock ‘n roll, some jazz standards and so on. Do you play?”

“I play a mandolin, but don’t really keep at it.”

Their dinners arrived. She said, “If I cut off some of your steak would you like some of my shrimp?”

“Sure,” he replied.

After an hour of drinks and conversation she made the decision to take him home with her. They walked about a mile to a condo and went up the elevator to the 9th floor.

When she opened the door he though he was in a posh hotel. The wallpaper was hand painted, the baseboards were of pink marble, and the kitchen was ultra modern. “Sit on the sofa,” she suggested. Would you like another lime tequila?”

“Yes please.” Her keyboard was nearby and near that stacks of music books. She had a complete library on her walls.

She came out to join him. She’d removed her top and was wearing a beautiful translucent floral bra. He estimated her titties to be about a 36 D. They were round and firm with prominent pink nipples. She took a swallow of her own drink and said, “Here. I can show them to you.” She lifted her bra off and guided his hand to her breast.”Squeeze it,” she whispered. “I don’t bite.”

He followed her lead and soon had broth breasts in his hands, gently tugging them forward to build up tension in the nipple. He sucked the tension out and began again.

She called for a break. “Let’s finish our drinks and then shower together. Sound good?”

He nodded enthusiastically. She gulped her drink down and headed off to the bathroom. Eduardo ripped off Alanya Escort Bayan his clothing and followed her inside. He found her on the toilet. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, and started to turn away.

“Don’t worry! It’s just piss. I’m very loose about common morality,” she reassured him. That was a deep statement but they could explore each others minds later. She saw that he was already erect. “Mmmm, that looks yummy. Let me kiss it before we go into the shower.”

She squeezed him firmly with her hand. “Ooh, so thick and hard,” she murmured. She kissed his cock several times up and down the shaft. She smiled sweetly at him. “Are you sure I can suck on it later?”

He kissed her fully on the mouth, and they both felt an electric spark arc between them. “What was that?” Eduardo wondered.

She stood up, slightly taller than he. “Damned if I know. I think it means we have chemistry.”

With that they stepped into the large and well appointed shower. They shampooed each other and then washed each other, each taking time to do a good job on sensitive areas. They stepped outside to dry off. Eduardo said,”You’ve got me burning up!”

“Follow me,” she said, and crawled on all fours to her bedroom. She knew she was driving him wild with her perfect body. They stood to kiss and she pushed him on the bed, kissing with real passion as she played with his balls and softly stroked his cock. “I only got a little taste of this before,” she said, and went down on him.

“Wait a minute!” he said. “Aren’t you afraid of catching HIV?”

She looked up at him continuing to circle his head with her tongue. “Should I be? Did you know that people of Scandinavian extraction seem to be almost immune to HIV?”

“Yes, I know that. On my side there’s nothing to worry about. What about birth control?”

“I wear a cervical cap. Any other questions?” She didn’t think so.

He pulled her bottom to his face and was struck by the goldenness of her fleece and the awesome beauty of her pussy with its sweet taste and heavenly odor. She continued to suck hard on his cock, and then ground her pussy into his face. This is just perfect! She moaned.. He was playing with her labia and had two fingers inside her. She was squelching already. He said, “You taste absolutely wonderful.”

“So do you,” she agreed. “It feels so good to have a real man in my mouth again. Mmmmm.” The rubbing in her cunt built up a great deal of friction and then she groaned as she ground her pussy into his face.

“Have you been trained to do this?”

‘No, Sunna, it’s my natural talent. Now can I please fuck you?”

“Well why didn’t you ask before?” she teased him. She knew a lot of positions, and she liked them all. Considering that he wasn’t very long, she took up a position for ease of access: On her back with her legs straight up but bent backwards. When he penetrated her she rested her ankles on his neck

and placed her hands against is chest. This squeezed her breasts together. The position also made it easy to kiss while fucking, and gave them both a good view.

He had good endurance and after thirty minutes of sometimes very hard fucking, she counted seven orgasms and knew there would be more before the night was over. He loved the way her right foot thrashed involuntarily when she was cumming. There was no faking that!

She felt his balls and knew he was getting ready. “Give it to me,” she pleaded. “Cum inside me. Come on! I know you’re close!” She gave a wicked wiggle and then his inner dam gave way. She loved the way hot sperm felt when it hit her cunt. This brought her to another orgasm, and then she slid sideways to rest her head against his chest. It was funny — usually she went for brawnier guys — but there was something so sexy and charming about him, she couldn’t resist. And so like real lovers they cuddled and kissed and told each other secrets. She appreciated that he didn’t drowse off. “I don’t know about you,” she said, “but I think you’re up for another round.”

He nodded eagerly.

She reached into her night table and pulled out a large vibrating and twisting dildo. “You could just watch me masturbate until you’re ready again. Or you could use it on me.”

He grinned. “Have I been introduced to a tigress?”

“Yes, silly. Escort Alanya Why don’t you lick my clit and use this on me. The controls are easy. This turn turns it on, this switch makes it vibrate, and this one makes it twist.”

“I understand my orders, commander. Just lie back and let me at you!” Gently and lovingly sucking and licking her clit, he turned on the vibrator and moved it slowly in and out at first. It caused her to leak a lot of juice. Her labia and clit were really engorged by now, so he made sure to suckle on her lips too. In only two minutes she was thrashing her right foot and moaning very loudly. He loved hearing this and then turned on the twisting control. He couldn’t imagine what this felt like but she definitely enjoyed it and wrapped her hands around his head as he ate her with what was nearly worship. This was love, she knew it! At least it was on her part. She believed in love at first sight, and this was very nearly at first sight! She bucked to another juicy orgasm and felt her heart begin to spin. She couldn’t ask him if he loved her; it was much to soon for that. She could, though, fuck his brains out in between time. And so she bucked and bucked and moaned until he gave her his dick to suck. “Mmmm,” she thought. “We’re getting close to another round of love making.” She looked up at him with a look of total surrender, because she knew that’s what guys like — it’s an issue of trust, her guy friends had told her. Right now she was so absorbed with his thickness, hardness and taste that she seemed to be in a dream of divine lust. He slapped her breasts with his cock and then more gently slapped her cheeks. She put his cock between her breasts and with a little lube they had a very erotic session of titty fucking. She then resumed mouthing him, deep throating him and kissing and licking his balls.

Eduardo pulled her up on the bed into doggy style. She liked this position because she liked the way men’s balls slapped against her labia and even her clit. She used her vibrator as her mouth sank into the pillow. She was gasping and panting and listening to the squelching, which got her off good. Sometime, she thought, I’ve really got to record this. This is almost as good as watching. Eduardo enjoyed the rear view of her, with her curvy waist and her long blond hair spilling everywhere.

He became a little soft, so she sucked him slowly and with care. When he was really hard they went at it again, this time sideways. Eduardo loved this position because it was simply ideal — you could reach any part of your partner’s body; it was great for kissing and sucking nipples, and you got to watch your partner’s tension rise and even better you got to watch her orgasm. He had to work for his own orgasm. When he came in a great spasm he moaned,”Wow! That was the most intense orgasm of my life!”

“That’s what they all say,” she teased him. She squatted over her hand until she pushed out his cum. She showed it to him and then licked it up. “There. I like all the sensual aspects of sex. You don’t think I’m a slut, do you?”

What he said endeared him to her forever. “I have never thought that about a woman,” he said a little sharply as if he were defending himself. “The double standard is over. Men and women are as equal in sexuality as we are in everything else social. Actually, you’re probably superior, considering how many orgasms women can have.”

“Really? Licking up all your cum isn’t, well, dirty?”

“No, and if it is then I’m just as dirty, because I could drink gallons of your pussy juice. We’re pre-med students, Sunna. Human beings are animals, if very interesting ones. And I for one am very interested in you.”

She kissed him and squeezed him tightly. “You’re sweet, Eduardo. But I need a drink or two after a shower. Care to join me?”

He did. With a towel wrapped around his waist he sat on the leather sofa as she broke out a bottle of champagne. “I’m such a barbarian,” she accused herself. “I forgot to let the wine breathe.”

As she poured them tall flutes, he remarked, “A barbarian? No. The most exciting woman I have ever met? Yes.”

He sipped at his as she downed her flute, poured herself another flute, and set the rest beside him. She sat at her piano and after a minute or two she was warmed up and went straight into a stride piano tune. She knew at least a dozen of these. Eduardo openly admired her playing and then drifted off. When he had slept for a hour on the sofa, she dimmed the lights, pulled him up, and “Come this way. Let’s sleep together.”

Eduardo thought he was one of the luckiest guys in the world.

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She stood before him on knees that suddenly felt weak and wobbly, breathlessly waiting for his command. When it came, his voice was deceptively quiet, calm, but also carried a note of authority that made her quiver. “It’s time,” he said simply. “Please begin.”

Taking a step forward, she glanced down long enough to see a glint of light emanating from her ring finger. The sparkle from her diamond wedding band gave her pause, reminding her of what she was doing, giving her one last chance to change her mind and flee. A warning she almost heeded.

Instead she searched his face for clues, finding his eyes fixed on her, his mouth wearing a thin smile, his expression that of a man gazing at the most beautiful woman on earth. She almost melted right then and there. Any doubt she had felt a moment earlier vanished in the blink of an eye, replaced with a sense of excitement that made her heart flutter in her chest. She knew with certainty at that moment that there was no turning back, that before the day was over he would take her. And that last thought, the thought of another man inside of her literally made her wet with anticipation.

Never taking her eyes off him, she took a step forward, then stopped, suddenly filled with insecurity. “Please begin,” he repeated. “But,” she said shyly as she looked away, “I…I’ve never done a striptease for a man before. ” What if you don’t find me attractive? What if you don’t like my body?”

The notion almost made him laugh aloud. Where she saw perceived flaws, he saw only perfection. True, he’d never seen her naked but he didn’t need to. He’d studied her body for so long, and he’d done so with the intensity of a student cramming for an exam, imagining every detail of every curve. Whether it be the slice of her chest revealed by a vee neck top, the tempting view of her hips in slacks or a skirt, or his favorite…her very ample breasts that always seemed to be straining at her tops, he knew what delights lay beneath her clothes. His smile widened, giving her the assurance she needed. “Baby Doll?” he asked, then reached up and flicked the lamp off before continuing. “Undress for me my seductress…strip for me”

“Yes sir” she said softly…

With the lamp turned off, the light in the room changed to a dim, muted gray, reflecting the overcast sky outside, bathing the woman in an ethereal glow. As she stood there nervously, unsure of where to begin, he studied her carefully. Though fully clothed, her presence already had him aroused. Perhaps that was because he knew she wouldn’t remain clothed for long. Or perhaps it was something entirely different. He was a man of patience, one who enjoyed the anticipation, imagining and savoring every moment…every touch…every taste. And she gave him much to savor.

She was dressed in a leather skirt the color of warm honey, a slitted skirt that was cut just above her knees. Not modest by any means, but not too revealing either. More revealing were the generous slits that offered him a healthy view of her hips and a little extra…a glimpse of the top band of her stockings, a glimpse that was more than enough to stir his imagination. A soft nude color, the shimmering hose raced down her legs, disappearing into strappy pumps on her feet. His mind wandered at the sight, painting a picture of her lying before him with her thighs opened, wearing nothing but stockings and heels. A preview perhaps of what would soon be more than a mental image…

Moving his gaze upward, he feasted his eyes on the ivory colored blouse that hid…for now at least, her generous curves. He was instantly struck at the contrast of her body. Diminutive in stature, she was an amalgam…petite from the waist down, voluptuous from the waist up. It was a combination he loved. A generation ago she might have been described as full figured, buxom. To him though, the adjective wasn’t important. She was simply busty, curvy…her entire body filled with ample and alluring curves.

Adding to her allure, the top couple buttons of her blouse were opened, giving him the tiniest peek of her chest. A view that would have been more revealing if not for the silk obi that adorned her neck. It’s trailing edge lay in the center of her chest, hiding the uppermost reaches of her cleavage. He swallowed hard at the sight of her, then took a healthy sip of wine and settled back in the corner of the couch, more than eager for the show to begin.

Her cheeks grew flush when she began by gliding her hand slowly and deliberately over the pronounced swell of her breasts, letting him think she would start with her blouse. She didn’t. Instead, after a long pause she moved her hand lower, sweeping her palm over the rounded shape of her stomach, tracing the waistline of her skirt from side to side, and finally dipping her fingertips beneath. She quickly found the small clasp of her skirt and deftly slid it open…

A flash of self consciousness engulfed her when she unclasped her skirt, and for a moment she stood Alanya Escort frozen, clutching it…afraid to let it go. Finally, she loosened her grip and let the garment drop. The moment it did her embarrassment was washed away, replaced by a rush of exhilaration she hadn’t felt in years.

The skirt fell silently to the floor, puddled at her ankles. She stepped out of it and took a step forward…a step closer to the man intently watching her. The man who would soon take her…

The tapered front of her blouse hung down, hiding her panties. He followed the bottom edge with his eyes as it rode up her hips, revealing the lace band of her stockings. It circled her thighs, then disappeared beneath her blouse.

His eyes were glued to her, savoring the sight of her body, watching her every movement. Though he said nothing, his eyes, the intent look on his face told her exactly what he wanted as though he was speaking directly into her ear. She heeded his silent command and found the bottom button of her blouse and opened it, then moved up to the next one.

Closing her eyes, she began swaying subtly to the right, then the left, gyrating seductively as though keeping beat to a silent rhythm, revealing her body to him the way she knew he wanted her to… slowly, button by button. As she did, his eyes glazed over with desire when he saw her lace trimmed panties…a patch of her thick but taut stomach…the bottom edge of her bra, the generous cups filled to a pleasing full roundness.

She continued, slipping another button open, and another. A glimpse of her cleavage appeared, impossibly deep and tight, before disappearing maddeningly beneath her scarf. A groan of desire escaped his lips at the sight. Her hands moved higher, freeing the remaining buttons. He sat with bated breath as she slowly drew the opposing sides of her blouse open, then slid it off her shoulders and tossed it to the floor.

Now wearing only her panties and bra…and of course the paper thin obi, she took another step closer, and when she did he nearly reached out and grabbed her right then and there. His already swollen member grew even larger, thicker, harder. “Ohhh Baby Doll” he said, “I like.”

Well aware of his desire, she responded with a demure smile, and for a brief moment she became a bashful little girl seeking his approval. A little girl perhaps, but one with the ripe body of a mature woman. Then, just as quickly as it appeared, the little girl persona disappeared. What replaced it was even more compelling.

Right before his very eyes a vixen emerged, a seductress, a woman who wanted a man to admire her, wanted to be lusted after, a woman aching to be taken by another man. She now stood before him without an ounce of embarrassment, swaying gently for him, thrusting her chest out for him, proudly displaying her magnificent body for him…all for him, for his enjoyment.

She closed her eyes, revealing deep blue eye shadow…bit playfully at her lip, glistening with shimmering soft pink lipstick, then moved her hands to her chest. Knowing how much he loved her abundant curves, she gave him a preview of what he would soon see by tracing the cleavage that separated her breasts, drawing her finger up and down the deep cleft with a deliberate slowness, trailing the scalloped neckline of her bra just as slowly, then gently skimming her hands over the full, satin cups, lingering in the center where an image of her nipples, swollen and hard, pressed against the material.

Her seductive movements were met with a sudden deep, masculine groan of approval that belied the calm look on his face. If there had been any doubt in her mind, his reaction eliminated it once and for all. She knew what a powerful effect she was having on him, and she loved it.

Without uttering a word, he had done what she longed for, what her husband refused, or was incapable of doing. He made her feel like the most beautiful woman on earth, sexy, seductive…desirable. Spurred on by his approval, her excitement grew in tandem with his. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink with desire, her nipples grew as hard as they’d ever been. Then, a delicious tingling sensation arose from within her and coursed through her body, making her thighs grow warm. And between those warm thighs, her long neglected pussy began to twitch and tingle…

She pirouetted like a ballerina for him, spinning around slowly once, twice, then stopped with her back to him. Looking for all the world like a practiced stripper instead of a housewife, she reached behind and found the broad strap of her bra, making sure he was watching. He was indeed… his eyes were glued to her.

Breathing hard with excitement and growing wetter by the second, she undid each clasp with deliberate slowness. When the last one was unclasped and the straps dangled freely, she held the pose for a long moment so he could admire her bare back…and whet his appetite for her next move. Finally she turned to face him once again. Alanya Escort Bayan Moving her hands to her chest, she held her bra in place for as long as she could before slipping the straps from her shoulders. About to reveal her breasts to him for the first time, she made it enticingly special by pulling the cups down slowly…baring herself incrementally.

What she did next raised his anticipation to a feverish peak. Unknotting the obi around her neck, she freed the scarf at the exact moment she pulled her bra off and tossed it in his direction. While he absently fingered the still warm cups that lay in his lap, she quickly covered herself with the scarf.

If her intent was to drive him wild, she succeeded handily. For the next several minutes she teased him…tempted him by dangling the scarf in front of her chest like a matador luring a bull. Then, as if that wasn’t enough to whet his appetite, she drew the silky fabric tightly to her breasts while pushing her chest out, revealing an opaque image punctuated by her barely concealed nipples…two mouth watering puckers that threatened to burst through the thin material. Then with a bold flourish, she pulled it free and tossed it aside.

For a fleeting moment her breasts were deliciously bare…but she wasn’t quite done with her little show yet. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest, feigning shyness, and placed her hands atop her breasts, deliberately placing her fingers so that a just a hint of her rosy pink nipples peeked out from between.

Holding her pose for what seemed an eternity, though in reality was just few seconds, she then slowly moved her hands away, drew her arms back and pushed her chest out, finally displaying her sumptuous breasts fully and shamelessly. And sumptuous they were.

Though well into her fifties, she had the breasts of a woman half her age. Deliciously large and beautifully shaped, they swept down her chest seemingly forever, stopping just above her waist. He gasped at the sight, groaning with lusty desire, taking in every inch, marveling not just at the size but at how impossibly firm they were.

Her plump pink nipples pointed straight ahead, aimed directly at him, taunting him with a silent message that said “go ahead, you know you want to touch and squeeze…you know you want to taste and nibble and bite. Go ahead my King…they’re yours.”

An impish smile came to his face with the realization that soon he would be doing all of those things, and more. Much more, because it wasn’t just her nipples that were now his…

“Come here little girl” he said, while motioning her with his finger. She did as she was told, walking haltingly with her eyes cast downward to within inches from where he sat, then looked up at him expectantly as if awaiting his next order, which is exactly what she was doing. She was submissive by nature, eager to please, and over the years had practically begged her husband to take charge. But that was a dream she abandoned long ago. Now, her wish was finally coming true…but not with her husband.

Though her excitement had grown to a feverish pitch, it was once again mixed with trepidation. She knew full well that she had arrived at a crossroads, dangerously close to the point of no return. Ordinarily she would be home preparing dinner in her kitchen and awaiting her husband’s return…and his perfunctory kiss.

Instead, she was standing nearly naked in front of another man… a man she barely knew, and yet trusted implicitly. She knew too that once she slipped out of her panties…or perhaps…and this thought made her tingle, perhaps when he snatched them away from her, the final barrier would be gone and she would cross the threshold. There would be no turning back.

She shivered suddenly at the thought of what would come next…giving herself to him…how he would take her…how he would fuck her. In the blink of an eye her mind was filled…swimming with image after image of him doing just that. So real, so vivid were her thoughts that she could almost feel him penetrating her…

Her impromptu daydream was suddenly interrupted by his touch. His hand skimmed over her shoulder, brushing wisps of her hair away, then the cleft of her neck…a moment later, that same hand was coursing down the outer side of her breast, cupping the side swell.

Her doubts were melting away with his touches, as was her resolve. She moaned softly when he trailed his fingertips around the areola of her nipple…pinched it lightly, then closed her eyes to the feel of his palm gliding across her stomach…tracing the waist band of her panties.

Her moans grew louder when he skimmed over the front of her panties, feeling her wetness…and when he began tracing the lips of her still hidden pussy, she mouthed an audible gasp…felt her knees begin to buckle. It was an intensely pleasurable moment, one filled with a silent but palpable sexual tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. Neither Escort Alanya spoke but the message was clear: every touch was bringing him closer to claiming his prize.

The sound of his voice shattered the silence, “It’s time, young lady”, he said in a husky whisper. But she was too distracted to hear him because while he said the words he was taking the liberty of dipping his fingers beneath the front of her panties, feeling the enticing warmth of her forbidden fruit for the first time. It was a place no man but hubby had seen, let alone touched since her marriage. Until now.

He repeated his request in a voice that was still kind and soothing. “Ooohhh…mmm” she murmured her response, lulled by the feel of his fingers gently probing her. Finally she found the words she was looking for. “No, I can’t…I mustn…I shouldn’t.” Then in her quietest voice, her little girl voice, she pleaded, “will you um…will you take them off for me…Sir?”

Even before she uttered her request, he had already begun. Moving his hands to the swell of her hips, he hooked his thumbs beneath the elastic and started tugging at her panties, guiding them down while she squirmed in delight.

When the first wisp of her neatly trimmed mound appeared, he paused long enough to brush his fingers through the silky soft hair, tracing the irregular shape of her feminine opening. A throaty moan filled with lust escaped her lips, and when she caught her breath, she asked in a soft dreamy voice, “what are you going to do to me, Sir?”

Swaying hypnotically in front of him with her eyes half closed, she waited for his response, but it never came. Without saying a word, he took her discarded bra that was sitting in his lap and stretched out the opposing ends of the straps. In a quick, fluid motion he reached behind her and placed the satiny item at the small of her back, then lassoed her as if he was roping a calf, pulling her sharply forward.

She shrieked in surprise, teetered valiantly before losing the battle…and her balance, and came tumbling down, giggling like a school girl, directly into his waiting hands and onto his lap. “Well hello there, little girl…I’m so glad you dropped by!” he said with an amused smile on his face. “Now what was it that you asked me…hmmm?”

She had plopped down so unexpectedly that she lay in a disheveled heap, arms and legs askew, her hair mussed, tossed about every which way…and her left breast wedged precariously close to his chin. Feeling completely helpless and vulnerable, she instinctively tried to untangle herself. But in doing so, she quickly learned in no uncertain terms that the man whose lap she was occupying was not like her husband.

Already sitting directly atop his bulging crotch, he quickly grabbed her wrists and held them tightly. With his other hand, he shoveled her legs up just below the knees, lifted her feet from the floor and placed them on the couch. Before she was even aware of what he was doing, he had positioned her to his liking…lying on her back, legs stretched out, head resting on the bolster of the sofa. A quite vulnerable position for a woman currently wearing only her panties.

She laid like that for a moment, stirring, then squirming, searching his eyes for clues, unsure of what to do…unsure of what he would do next. When she tried moving her arms, he tightened his grip on her wrists and drew her arms back, holding them securely and driving home the point that he was indeed a man unlike her husband.

He had captured her, and In that moment she knew that he, not she was firmly in control. Escape was not an option. That moment of realization that could have frightened her, could have filled her with apprehension, trepidation, instead had the opposite effect.

A shiver of excitement and anticipation raced through her body, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake…her heart was racing, beating madly. “Don’t move your arms” he instructed her as he released her wrists.

Sensing that this was more than a suggestion, she obeyed him with a meek “yes sir,” then laid perfectly still and as quiet as a church mouse. He took a sip of wine, then dipped his finger into the rich burgundy and covered her lip with it. He didn’t have to tell her what to do next. He watched, pleased at the way her tongue delicately flicked and caressed her lip, giving him a wonderful hint of things to come.

He almost pulled his zipper down right then and there, eager to feel the tip of her tongue tracing the shaft of his cock, flicking, caressing…wrapping her lips tightly around it. He resisted the urge and instead traced her lip again with a fresh dab of wine, this time licking it away himself, then kissed her slowly…deeply…passionately. When he broke the kiss, she treated him to the sound of a soft, throaty moan. A sound he loved because it hinted at her desire…her need for more. It was a sound that would soon fill his ears in a deafening roar…

He turned his attention to her most formidable asset…and how could he not, he asked himself. In her current position, her splendid bare breasts were displayed prominently inches from his face. It was a part of her body that was impossible to ignore. And while he certainly didn’t ignore it, he did choose restraint.

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This is my first submission which is based off of a request from a friend to adapt a mundane encounter into an erotic literary piece. I hope you enjoy it.

****

College is seen as a place of freedom, debauchery, and parties…and my particular moment to prove it to me more than anything came on a day I expected to be troublesome and testy.

I was getting ready to start my sophomore year at the university and all had been taken care of but housing. Due to a botched piece of paperwork in the offices, I was labeled as “dismissed” from the university, and by the time we got it straightened out, the dorms were all full and I had just over a month to find housing. With the university I was going to being 2 hours away, it was tough to drive down and bid on a house while holding my job for a local contractor.

Amidst my searches on Thursday night, I found an apartment for rent right off of campus for $1300 per semester that was allegedly in good shape. I saved the number and dialed it later when I had free time, which was roughly 7PM. After a couple rings, a voice came through the other end of the line.

“Hello?”

It was a woman, whom sounded as if she was either tiring from the day’s work or was growing old in age. With all of the noise of young children in the background, I assumed the first one.

“Hi, this is Luke. I’m calling about the ad you have in the paper about the apartment you are offering.”

She screamed at whoever was making all the noise and came back to the phone.

“Sorry…but yes, the offer is still open. In fact there is a kid coming in to view it on Monday at 2:30PM…do you think you could come down and view it at that time?”

I pondered for a moment, regarding of how far I had to drive and with work in the morning. It didn’t take much thinking to realize that it was much more important to have a place to live for the next 9 months than 8 hours of work with people that I hate.

“I can do that. I’ll be there at 2:30 and me and that other kid can view the house. I have a few other things to take care of down there at the campus, so I’ll be sure to be there. I suppose we’ll discuss terms when we get down there, right?”

“Great. And yes, we’ll talk about them when we get it all in place. And don’t rule out looking at other places…you might not be able to get this place because of other views that came before you.”

I could tell that she was starting to relax by her tone, but I still had no clue as to how this woman was in person.

“I understand and I will be there. I’ll print out the list of the other properties and bring it with me and find somewhere else while I’m down there if this doesn’t fall through. But if I could just ask one thing…”

“Yes?”

“I don’t quite understand the circumstances at hand…it’s for one semester only from what the ad says…what’s that about?”

“Well…” She got a bit quiet for a moment and then spoke back up. “My son has to be out of school this fall semester because of a health problem, but since we already signed the lease for the apartment for the year, we are just leasing it out to somebody so they can pay for what we paid for it so it’s not wasted on this. He’ll be back in the spring, so whoever gets the apartment will have to move somewhere else at the end of the fall.”

“Oh…I’m sorry to hear that, but I think I understand now. Alright, I was just curious how that was working out with the one semester deal. That works for me. I’ll see you on Monday then.”

“Fine by me. You said you name was Luke, right? I’m Sally. I’ll see you there.”

“Yep. That’s me. Nice talking to you. See you on Monday. Goodnight.”

“Alright, goodnight.”

I hung up my cell phone and went back to my computer to type a paper regarding the scientific method for an online site. Nothing too interesting for me, but it was a time killer.

**

The weekend passed quickly, considering that I didn’t work on Fridays because my crew worked four 10 hour days to get our work week filled. But, that is not interesting, so I’ll just skip ahead to the day of the meeting.

I woke up rather early, rolling over to see that it was only 6:30. Try as I might, I couldn’t get back to sleep. I had told myself that I’d leave at 9AM so I could make it down to the campus by 11:30, traffic pending, and take care of the financial aid issues and discuss my class choices with my department’s dean.

I kept myself busy until 8, messing around on the computer and printing out the directions to the house where I would meet this woman at, and then I took a shower and started to gather my stuff together. The morning got longer when I realized that I couldn’t find my checkbook, mostly because I never write checks. Instead of going through the bullshit of tearing the house apart trying to find it, I grabbed a spare transaction booklet and went to the bank to have a short stack of checks made for me.

Finally getting on the road at 9:05, I drove the familiar roads, full of the bad drivers and morons as usual. Alanya Escort It was nothing new to have people around me drive like blind retarded midgets in a Suburban, so I just let it go.

I arrived in the town at around 11:15. I drove around for a bit trying to find out where I was supposed to go amidst the chaos that filled the roadways. The myriad of one way streets and construction sites made the already messy street system all the more infuriating and I had little patience for it that day. After a while, I found the correct building just to make a point of reference, and then quickly headed off to the other places where I had to stop before the appointment.

As I finished my last meeting, it was nearing 2PM. I quickly walked back to my car on the other side of the campus, which was the closest I could park to that particular building at the time. I got in my car and drove to the house where we were meeting.

I got out of my car and walked up to the porch. Looking at my phone, I saw that it was only 2:20, so I shouldn’t have really cared that they weren’t there yet.

After a few moments, I saw a car pull up across the street and park in front of another house. In the window I could see a young woman talking on her phone and nothing more. From where I was at, she looked to be the only one in the car and she looked to be no older than 20. She had a darker shade of blonde hair going down onto her shoulder and a very bright looking expression on her face. She was wearing sun glasses, so I couldn’t see her eyes, but I could imagine. There wasn’t much else I could do but look at her seeing as I didn’t see the person I had called yet.

I looked over once more and she saw me, giving me wave and a tip of the sunglasses at me as if she were being flirtatious. I figured, from how she looked, that she was another college student who lived across the street, so I played along with it, giving her a look back at her in a very subtle manner. It had been a long time since I had actually been with a woman. It was over 9 months since the last time I had sex and the slightest notion of it happening was great in my mind.

A couple minutes passed and she still sat in her car talking on the phone. Finally I saw her pull it away from her ear and open her door. It was hard to constrain myself or my jock from what stepped out of the car. She was wearing a mid thigh length business skirt with a low cut pink blouse showing ample cleavage. She was roughly 5′ 2″ and her blonde hair hung to her shoulders and tossed around in the light breeze. As she stood up to get out of the door I could see her rather large breasts bounce slightly against her rather petite frame. She took her sunglasses off to reveal her piercing emerald green eyes. She was wearing a short heel and it accentuated her rather taut looking legs. As she turned towards the car to get he purse from the seat, I caught a glimpse of her ass as it stuck out slightly to display an amazing curve line.

All in all, she was a knockout, and little was keeping me from allowing myself to respond. Much more to my surprise, she began walking towards me. I was confused and anxious as to why this insanely gorgeous woman was coming my way on such a random occasion, when all of a sudden…

SLAM

My focus on her was broken by the closing of the passenger side door of her car. A young man stepped out of the car and started walking towards me as well. He looked to be about my age and was a little shorter than myself, being 5′ 8″. He looked a bit less masculine and muscular than I, but I still felt a terrible notion pass through my head.

Oh shit…she’s got a boyfriend…

My horniness stifled itself momentarily as they approached the porch on which I stood, which I still had no understanding as to why they were there. My ethical code did not condone allowing cheating or encouraging it, even if it was for my own benefit. I just never saw it right to allow infidelity.

I looked away quickly but my distraction was soon broken by a familiar voice.

“Hi there. Are you Luke by any chance?”

It was the voice from the phone. My mind spun as I tried to comprehend how this woman who seemed to be no older than 20 was on the terms of doing this type of work.

“Uh…yeah, I’m Luke. You must be…”

“Sally. And this is my son, Ryan.”

My whole body seized up for a moment. I could not fathom that this woman was old enough to have a son my age. She hardly looked old enough to be out of college.

I shook both of their hands and stood off to the side as her son unlocked the door. Sally turned to me and started to ask me questions.

“So…how old are you?”

“I’m 19. I’ll be a sophomore this year.”

“Oh that’s nice. Ryan here is 21. He’s the one leasing out the room this semester.”

My mind still raced to keep up with reality and what I thought was going on. I kept thinking to myself that it was impossible. Even if she had this kid at 15 or something, she’d still be in her mid to Alanya Escort Bayan late 30s…no woman looks like that at that age, so I thought.

My silence to her statement sparked her to speak again.

“So, what are you majoring in?”

“I just switched over from Psychology to Evolutionary Biology.”

“Ah, so you’re just a brainy young fella, aren’t you?” She giggled lightly and waved me into the house as her son pushed the door open. I could do nothing more than have my eyes fixated on her tight figure, and at this point I had noticed that the blouse she was wearing wasn’t very thick, showing a dark colored bra underneath through the fabric.

The house was rather dark, giving off an eerie feel to the place. There were things scattered about the living room from the person who was already living there in the other bedroom. Sally walked straight across the room and sat down on a chair in the corner, crossing her legs and running her one foot up and down her calf muscle.

I realized that all the thoughts and analysis of her was wearing on me, so I spoke up.

“Excuse me, but where is the bathroom?” She pointed down the hall next to the room we were already in. “Thank you.” I casually walked to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I unzipped my pants and pulled my member out. I always knew I had something to be proud of in that. When I was fully erect it stuck out around 11 inches and was bigger around than my hand could reach. Ladies loved it, but it came with a price of trying to hide it in most situations. I moved it around a bit and found that the best way to cover it up would be to just relax for a moment and get it semi-flaccid again so I could run it down my leg in my rather baggy jeans so as not to be seen.

To cover my act, I flushed the toilet that I didn’t even use and washed my hands. I came back into the room to see that she was still there in the chair and her son was in another chair opposite to her. Between them, there was a couch, which I quickly sat down on the end nearest to her. Hurriedly to make short work of what I had just did and to keep it from coming up, I tried to start a conversation.

“So…when is that other guy getting here?”

She looked over at me and tilted her head a tiny bit. “I’m not sure, but…” She stopped midway through her sentence to stretch. Sticking her arms up above her head and pushing her chest out, I couldn’t help but be awestruck. Her son was sitting across the room texting so he didn’t notice me in my near-gawking stare. My libido couldn’t take it anymore and I could feel my dick hardening up and rubbing against my jeans, so I shifted my leg and hid it. She stopped stretching and continued on speaking. “…he should be here pretty soon.”

I nodded slowly and kept still hoping that my erection would subside. The next couple of minutes were a blur to me because she started talking to her son instead of me. I spent the time trying to regulate myself and I eventually got myself mostly flaccid again.

Amidst the talking between them, a phone went off. She looked down at her phone and opened it. There was a quick exchange followed by “You’re at the café? Hold on, I’ll send Ryan down to get you.” She stood up and handed her phone over to her son and told him to go guide the other person to the house from the café a little ways away.

Completely forgetting what I was doing, I sat up a little bit and uncrossed my legs. “Was that the other guy checking out the house?”

She turned to me slowly with her head pointed slightly downward. I saw a glint of surprise in her expression and then she turned away and said “yes” through a cough. Curious as to what that was about, I looked down quickly to see that the outline of my dick was still prevalent against my jeans on my inner right thigh. I quickly shifted my legs and sat back realizing that she saw it. In a panic, I shifted my entire body back into the couch and tried to talk.

“So…um…what did you say you do for a living?”

She turned around slowly and looked me right in the eyes. “I’m a radiologist at the local hospital.” She had started to peer down again and then back up. Her eyes were almost hypnotizing me. “We don’t live far off, but I figured he could have his freedom if he wanted to live on his own. I got my ex-husband…his father…to pitch in for the contract, so he could.” Her voice trailed off into ire when he came up, but she maintained a seemingly distracted tone. She took a step closer to me and I began to get nervous, but my eyes were locked on hers. She put one finger underneath my chin and guided me to stand up so she could get a look at me. I suddenly felt a sensation move across my member through my jeans as she smiled, so I looked down to see her running her hand over it. I couldn’t help but start to stiffen back up.

“…M-ma’am?” I could hardly speak because of how it felt. She put her finger to my lip and knelt down. She ran her hand from my crotch down my leg along my stiffened cock until she Escort Alanya found the head. She traced it back up to the zipper and undid my pants and reached into my pants to retrieve her prize.

“Well, Luke…you certainly know how to make an impression, don’t you?” She chuckled lightly and yanked it out of my pants. She gasped and moved back a little bit to comprehend my entire cock at once, grabbing it at the base and gazing along the side and giggling like a school girl as she touched it. She stood back up and had her breasts pressing against my chest and forcing my dick up against her stomach under her blouse as she locked my eyes in her gaze. “May I ask, young man, what this is like this from?” She smiled and ran her fingers against my rigid penis.

It was hard to remain sane, but I tried to impress her knowing where I could have gone with it. “Well, I’d say that you’re a big portion of it. I didn’t expect you to be so damn stunning. What does that tell you?”

She smiled even bigger and pressed herself even harder against me until our faces were merely inches apart. “I must be doing something right then. If at 45, I can make a young stud like you do that, then I think I got it made.”

A bit confused at this point at her choice of words, seeing as I had never been called “stud” before, I grouped myself together to realize what she had just said. “45? No way…” It would have made sense with her 21 year old son, but she was still so unbelievably beautiful that my brain wouldn’t accept it fully. “When you got here, I thought you were your son’s boyfriend.” She giggled and ran her hand down my shaft, twisting her hand gently so as to give a deeper feel. “Ma’am, you could make it do a lot more than just that…but…” I stopped her as she started to breathe heavier and stroke a bit more aggressively. “…I don’t think this is safe. Your son and the other kid will be back any minute now.”

She looked down at her watch and took a step back from me. “Oh shucks. You’re right…but that cock of yours is not getting away from me if I have my way.” That sentence alone made me swell against her hardened stomach even more. “We’re going to take care of this as soon as I can get them out of the way, do you understand? I haven’t had a lay in 3 years, and you better make that wait well worth it.”

I was too shocked to think straight, but there was little thought required in that situation. “I’d be honored, ma’am. I wouldn’t miss an opportunity with a little slice of perfection such as yourself.” She blushed and leaned up to kiss me, leaving me in near ecstasy.

“Well, aren’t you just sweet?” She leaned back down and kissed my throbbing cock as it stuck out in front of her. “I guess it’s got to go. Darn…” She kissed it again and slid it off to the side so she could get it back into my jeans, then she let it go around the side so I could hold it down. She let me sit down on the couch and then she bent down in front of me, giving a full view of her canyon-like cleavage first, then leaning in and kissing me again. She got up and walked to the bathroom directly afterwards and remained there for at least 3 minutes. The other boys came back and I told them where she was. By the time she came back out, I had controlled myself a little bit so I wasn’t throbbing out of my pants. She proceeded to give us the tour of the small apartment.

We had been in the kitchen when the other two got ahead of us on their way to the actual bedroom. Sally grabbed my ear and whispered quickly “I had to take off my panties after just seeing you. I’m so wet right now…” She tapped the head gently as she walked by, giving me a look of seduction as she rounded the corner. I contained myself as much as possible so as not to be noticed, but her teasing was killing me. I walked into the living room and stood off to the side so they could walk back in and sit down. I could hardly believe what was going on.

A knock came to the door as I sat down on the couch. The landlord had come. The next hour was just sitting there, listening to his ramblings and to be told that the lease had already been signed by another person so we were both out of luck for this house, but he had another one that he’d call us about that night. As he left and gave us his business cards, the other guy left promptly, leaving me, Sally, and he son.

She gave me a look of impatience as her son stared at the wall like his brain had stopped functioning. I pulled my phone out and checked the time. Now approaching 4:15, we began to get restless. She looked over in deep thought, and then turned to her son and started to unveil a plan.

“Hey Ryan, do you want to pack up some of your stuff from your room and take it back home? I have a bit of stuff to do here in town and I can just walk to those things and call you when I’m done.” He got up without question and walked over to the bedroom. She stood up and walked just past me. She turned and started to whisper to me. “Hey, help him get that stuff together then we can have our time.”

Without a second thought, I walked into the bedroom and started to help him collect his things. As I got to the door to turn around, I looked and saw Sally sitting in the chair in the corner flashing a seductive glare at me, so I turned away before I ended up letting her son know about what we were doing.

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“Desire is love’s partner”

(Oliver Herford & John Cecil Clay)

Derrick and I were in our bedroom packing for an upcoming vacation.

“Honey, go look in the closet and help me pick something out to wear on our trip,” I was sick of packing and starting to get cranky. I was hoping he might be able to speed things up a little by helping me.

“How about this?” He came out of the closet with a cute denim shorts jumper.

“OK, that’s good. I’ll take that. What else?”

“How come you never wear this shirt anymore?” he asked from within the closet.

“What shirt? I can’t even see you.”

“This one,” he walked out of the closet holding up a white knit top.

“Honey, that thing shrunk. It’s too small for me.” I looked at the shirt and was amazed that I had ever purchased such an item. The fabric was basically a white tee shirt, but the style was pretty provocative. The front had a sweetheart neckline that followed the natural curve of my breasts and dipped slightly to end in a point between them. The top then laced closed between the breasts, with the laces traveling down to just below the breasts. I always wore the shirt tightly laced, but the laces were a great tease anyhow.

“What do you mean it shrunk? I *love* this shirt. Try it on!”

“I’m telling you, that shirt is too tight for me. It doesn’t fit.”

“I really want to see it. Put it on.”

“Oh, OK, this is silly. I don’t even know if I can get it on.” I pulled the shirt I was wearing over my head and reached for the white top.

“Take off your bra,” he commanded.

“What?”

“Take off your bra. I want to see how the top looks without a bra under it.”

“Well, OK,” I was starting to get the idea that we were enacting a fantasy of his. I reached for the front clasp of my bra, and unsnapped it. I then pulled the bra down my arms, arching my back, then dropping it on the floor. Derrick watched with interest.

“Here, hand me the shirt,” I requested, reaching towards it. He handed me the shirt, and I pulled it over my head and onto my body. As I expected, the top was skin tight. I pulled it down and straightened it, but left the laces loose and untied. My full 34C breasts pulled at the fabric Alanya Escort and loosened the laces even further. The pink color of my nipples was visible through the light colored material.

“See, it’s too tight.”

“No, it looks great on you,” he stared at my breasts. “Really, you look great,” He continued to stare.

“Honey! I couldn’t wear this out in public. It’s practically indecent. But I’m glad you like it.”

“God, you have great breasts!”

“Thanks.”

“You know what? I just realized that I’ve never seen you in a wet tee shirt.” I glanced at his crotch and could see that he was starting to get an erection.

“Huh? Oh, I guess not.”

“Nope, never.”

“Well, I guess I had no idea you wanted to. Do you want to?” I was surprised by this line of conversation.

“Yea, I wanna’ see you in a wet tee shirt. *That* shirt, in fact. Right now.” He walked into the bathroom and came back with a very full glass of water.

“OK, you can get me wet, but you’re going to get the bed soaked. Let’s do this in the other room. I walked into the bathroom and took off my shorts and panties, not wanting them to get soaked, also.

“Yea, stand in there and I’ll do it,” he pointed to the shower. He was really getting into this. I stepped into the shower and he placed the glass of water above my right breast. As he began pouring the water on me, I flinched because it was cold.

“Yikes! Honey, that’s *cold*”

“Yea, I know, heh, heh” he chuckled and continued pouring, eventually switching to the other side.

“OK, that’s enough! Brr!” The front of the shirt was completely soaked, very cold, and very clingy.

“Yea, that’s great.” Derrick set down the glass and reached towards me. “C’mon back in here.” I followed him back to the bedroom.

He sat on the edge of the bed. I was standing nearby. He reached up and grabbed my hips, and pulled me so that I was standing between his legs directly in front of him. He then started playing with the fabric of the shirt, pulling any excess fabric towards my back so that shirt was even tighter. My skin was getting very cold and my nipples were crinkled and pointy. The color was even more visible now that the Alanya Escort Bayan fabric was wet.

I watched this with fascination. He was clearly very aroused. Next he began palming the breasts, squeezing and kneading them through the wet fabric, and pushing them together and upwards. I enhanced the effect by bring my arms inward and flexing my peck muscles.

Next, his fingers began pinching the nipples through the wet fabric. The combination of cold and touch was extremely stimulating, and I arched my back to move my chest even closer to him. His fingers continued, alternating sharp quick pulling pinches with rolling twists. I could feel the heat and moisture as my pussy began to respond to the delicious tactile punishment.

Derrick moved so that he was laying on his back. I straddled his right leg, taking my weight on my knees and arms, and leaned down to begin kissing him. I brushed my lips lightly against his. He responded by deepening the kiss and moving the tip of his tongue into my open mouth. His hands returned to squeezing as we kissed. I moved so that my crotch was now against his upper thigh and began rocking my hips slightly and rubbing myself against him, occasionally moving

my tongue in time with my hips. We ended the kiss a bit breathlessly.

Suddenly Derrick moved one hand to the back of my head and the other to the small of my back, pulled me tightly towards him, and quickly swung my body over so that we ended up with me on my back and him above me. He lowered his head and began licking the pointed tip of one aching nipple through the wet fabric. I really wanted him to take the shirt off and continue, but I knew he was enjoying this with the shirt on.

He then began moving his body downwards. His hands pushed the bottom of the shirt upwards so it bunched just below my breasts. His warm lips began kissing the cold skin on my stomach. I knew they would be headed downwards in a few moments. I briefly considered interrupting this to offer him a blowjob, but decided to skip it since we were obviously both enjoying things.

I could feel his warm breath as he moved his mouth towards my cunt. He very softly began kissing my puffy outer lips, Escort Alanya and I spread my legs further apart to offer him better access to the rest of me. This earned me a similarly soft kiss directly on my clit. I moaned and shifted my hips to push towards him slightly. Silently I begged for more, mentally chanting the rhyme, “kiss me, lick me, suck me, tongue fuck me.”

Derrick then began licking me, moving his tongue around and across my clit in wet strokes. Periodically, his tongue would stab up into my wet canal and drag back towards my clit and wetly across it. As I continued to vocalize my approval, his mouth began connecting with my wet cunt in progressively longer and harder sucks. In my mind, the chant continued.

His mouth locked against me, and his tongue aggressively stroked across my clit. As I got nearer to orgasm, he would repeatedly break the seal between mouth and cunt, lick along the length of my soaking wet pussy, then begin sucking again, focusing his attention on and near my clit.

When all I could think was that I wanted him to suck, suck, harder, just *exactly* as he was at that moment, my moans changed to staccato gasped pleas. “Yea, yea, yea, oh, yea, oh,” I continued my encouragement, occasionally changing the pitch to a more emphatic syllable as the excitement built up and his actions inched me closer to my impending orgasm.

Finally I reached that magical moment when each movement of his tongue produced an exquisite wave of localized pleasure. I thought about how each time I reach this point I want to stay here forever, and to feel this perfection he is creating with every stroke of his tongue over and over again.

Of course the pleasure was and always is a bit too much perfection, and after a few moments my inner walls began contracting as heat radiated outwards with the sudden release of blood. I’m sure I cried out and arched my back.

Before I could even catch my breath, Derrick was pushing into me. His hot and stiff erection moved along my wet and slick insides. Watching and listening to me come had already brought him to the ragged edge himself, and he came after a short period of thrusting. As his body stiffened and his cock began pouring it’s sticky fluid into me, I watched the intense pleasure display itself on his face.

After it was over, I gladly pulled the wet shirt off of my freezing cold body. I stared at it for a moment, and decided that it needed to be washed. I wanted to pack it for the trip after all.

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Have you ever wondered if the person you met on Literotica is really as freaky and sexual as they make themselves out to be online? I don’t anymore. They are. Believe me. And let me tell you how I know.

Yesterday, I went to work like any other day. Ever see the movie The Office? That’s how my job is. I sit in a cubicle and click keys on my computer. Do they mean anything to anyone? Probably not, but they give me a check every two weeks so I do it. The highlight of my morning is logging into Literotica. There, I assume the role of TwatLuva123. There, I can be whomever I want and say whatever I feel like saying. I talk to women the way I want to talk to them. I don’t get nervous or tongue-tied; I don’t have to buy anyone a drink or dinner. I can just be sexy. There is this one girl on there I love talking to. BrownSuga is the kind of girl you don’t take home to mom. I imagine this exotic beauty that walks around in a leather pants and a corset all day long. We don’t talk everyday but the days we do talk, WOW. It’s like indulging in your favorite vice.

This morning though, didn’t look like I’d be riding cloud 9 today. No BrownSuga! Well 5 minutes till lunch and when I get back I’ll try to find her again.

RRRRRIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGG!

“This is John.”

“Be at the airport at 12:30.” a sexy voice whispers.

“What? Who is this?” I stammer.

CLICK!

Ok, who really falls for prank calls? Not that I get many prank calls but even I know a joke when I hear one. And that had to be a joke, right? With it being time for lunch it’s now 12:15 and it does only take 10-15 minutes to get to the airport. And because this is obviously more exciting than the ham and swiss on rye I was going to have for lunch, I make my way to the airport just to see what’s going on.

12:28

After tripping over every little old lady in the parking lot, I stumble into the airport, looking, searching, for what; I HAVE NO IDEA! The caller never said what to do. If this is a joke I fell for it: hook line and sinker. As I turned to leave I hear “Would John Fergus please meet your party at Gate 7. John Alanya Escort Fergus please meet your party at Gate 7.”. I look up at the board to see if I can figure out what is happening at Gate 7. Maybe someone is sending me on a trip; Flight 227 to Miami leaves in 20 minutes, Flight 1225 to Las Vegas leaves in 15 minutes; the beach and a little gambling sound like fun. I guess the only way to find out would be to actually get to Gate 7.

Gate 7 looks pretty boring. A few travelers seem to be waiting for flights, although none of them look like they are heading to the beach or to Vegas and no one I recognize. After waiting around for a couple of minutes I walk up to the desk.

“Excuse me ma’am?” I say to the lady behind the desk.

“Yes, may I help you?” She replied.

“My name is John Fergus and I was paged to this Gate a few minutes ago, can you tell me who sent the page?” I asked.

“Oh Mr. Fergus, here, this is for you to put on and you are to wait over at that wall.” she says, as she hands me a piece of fabric and point to a wall, slightly hidden about 20 feet away.

“Uh… thanks.” I say looking at the fabric like it contains some deadly disease. If I were a cat, I’d drop dead right now of curiosity.

As I turn to walk away the lady says, with a wink “And Mr. Fergus have fun.”

I unfold the fabric, it’s a blindfold. I’m supposed to stand in the middle of the airport against a wall with a blindfold on with no idea as to what will happen next. Any sane person would leave right now, head back to work and pretend none of this happened. Good thing I’m not sane because now I’ve just got to know what will happen.

I put on the blindfold, lean against the wall and wait.

And wait.

And wait.

“Flight 121 arriving from Atlanta is now landing.” the voice over the intercom says.

Atlanta? I don’t know anyone in Atlanta except my aunt Mildred and she definitely wouldn’t do all this for me. Not since that incident with the thing in the thing. We haven’t been as close as we once were. I guess that flight isn’t for me.

5 Alanya Escort Bayan minutes later I feel someone’s presence.

“Hello?” I say to no one or everyone, I guess it depends on how you look at it.

Then I feel someone’s lips against my ear.

“Hey you.” a sexy voice whispers.

“Who are you?” I ask.

“I’m your fantasy.” the voice whispers again.

“Can I take off the blindfold?” I ask.

“No, just enjoy.”

Full wet lips lightly skim my face from my ear to my lips. I can feel her warm breath against my skin. She hovers over my mouth. A tongue darts out to tease the corners of my mouth. Then I feel a hand slowly almost hesitantly run up my arms. I feel the blood start to drain from one head and go to the other. I reach out to touch her, to kiss her, to do something but she stops me.

“No sweetie this is all me.” she whispers

Then the sweetest lips on this earth descend upon my mouth. It’s as if her tongue was memorizing my whole mouth. Her tongue ran across my teeth, my tongue my lips. Every thought in my head was now gone. I could do nothing but enjoy the extreme pleasure I was experiencing.

With great sadness I felt her leave my mouth and travel back to my ear.

“Are you hard for me yet?” She asked.

“OH YES!” I breathed out.

“Good.”

I could feel her smile. She knows she’s good. And that makes me hornier. My cock is now begging to be released. I reach up to touch her. I want her to feel my cock against her tummy. I want her to know this little game is serious and I need to release. She knows. She runs her hands down my chest. She grabs my cock with no shame. MMMMMMMMM. She unbuttons my pants. Grabs my cock and starts to stroke.

Slowly

Back

Forth

Back

Forth

Then she does it! She kneels. I feel her hard nipples run down my body over my cock. My cock is now firmly between two lush tits. I can feel my load begging to cum out. But I breathe deep. I don’t want this to end before it really begins. The breasts are gone, I don’t feel them anymore but I do feel her breath Escort Alanya on my cock now; a wet tongue run the length of my shaft; small hands grab my balls.

Slowly and deliberately she puts her mouth on my hard throbbing cock. She takes me inch by inch. Do I care that I’m in a public airport with my cock out in some woman’s mouth? HELL NO! She is sucking me off like I’m the only Popsicle during a heat wave in Texas!

Her mouth does things I didn’t anyone could do. She deep throats me and begins to hum. I don’t know what she is humming but the vibrations send me into overload. Her little hands twirl my balls harder and more persistent. She’s coaxing the cum out of me! I feel it building.

Her mouth begins a faster pace on my cock. In out, back and forth, her mouth moves. Her other hand joins her mouth at this point to create more pleasure. I grab the back of her head. Run my fingers through her hair. And help her keep pace. This feels so good I can’t help myself. I start to push my cock into her mouth harder and faster. I hear her whimper and moan. I’ve got about 10 more good stokes in me before I unleash my load all in her mouth.

“Hey…..uh…..just….want…to……uh….yea….warn…..mmmmmm…..I’m….yea about….to….” I stutter.

“Cum for mami, I need my protein.” She says in a cute Latin accent

Oh sh*t!

OH!

MY!

My body begins jerking, as my hot sticky cum fills her mouth. I can’t even believe the amount of my load. It just keeps cumming and cumming. And I hear her swallow. And swallow and swallow some more. I always wondered what Heaven would be like. Now I know. The feel of pure ecstasy washed over me. This beautiful stranger just sucked me to the biggest orgasm of my life.

I feel her stand up. She then does something that no woman had ever done to me. She kissed me. I tasted myself on her. That had to be the most erotic thing of the whole afternoon. She kissed me like I was the last man on earth. She kissed me so hard, my cock started to move again. Then she stopped.

“Flight 415 to Atlanta is now boarding.” the voice over the intercom said.

“I hope you enjoyed your lunch break.” she whispered “That’s my flight; I’ll see you online TwatLuva.”

By the time I buttoned my pants and ripped off the blindfold, all I could see was the most gorgeous chocolate body God ever created in tight leather pants and a red corset, boarding the plane.

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Sitting at my desk, finishing up some loose ends, my secretary Lois buzzes me with another phone call. “It’s Carol and she wants to talk to you ” she said. I hear your sweet voice on the other end “Rick I hope I’m not disturbing you”. “Now you know you could never disturb me” I answer. “I have had such a long week with meetings and all. I thought we should spend a quiet night at my apartment just relaxing and taking it easy.” you commented. “That sounds like a wonderful idea and maybe I’ll give you one of my special massages” I reply. I hear you take a short breath before answering. “Mmmm that sounds like a wonderful idea. I really am very tense you say with a hint of sexual playfulness in your voice. “I’m going to leave work a bit early and take a nice warm bath before you get there Rick” you continue. “Good, you’ll be fresh and clean for your massage” I reply. After hanging up, I found it difficult to concentrate on my work thinking about stroking your warm sensuous body later that night. I buzzed Lois and told her I was leaving early and to lock up the office when she left. As I left the office, I wondered what you would think when I showed up earlier than expected.

I pulled into your apartment parking lot and didn’t see your car. I thought to myself “good this will give me time to get everything arranged before you arrive”. I open your apartment door and go about making my preparations. Finding some candles and incense, I arrange them around the room. The sweet smell of incense fills the room as I lay a sheet over the bed. I put soft romantic music on the CD player. I place the massage oil on the nightstand. Looking around the room, I see that everything is ready. Now all I need is for you to come home. I prepare some margaritas and bring the pitcher and glasses back to the bedroom. I listen to the music, sipping a margarita, smelling the sweet fragrance of the incense, and watching the light from the candles dance on the walls and ceiling, as I wait for you.

I hear the door open and the sounds of your footsteps as you put your things away from work. “Hello is anyone here” you call out with a question in your voice. I call out “Carol in here”. Recognizing my voice, I hear your footsteps approach the bedroom. “What are you doing here” you call out entering the bedroom. “I thought you were planning to work the rest of the day,” you said as you surveyed the room. “I thought I’d surprise you” I responded. “Well you certainly were a busy little boy weren’t you” you commented with a sly smile. “I wanted everything ready for you since you’ve had such a tough week” I said smiling, then standing and walking to you.

I give you a soft kiss on the lips with my tongue tracing the outline of your lips … my arms pulling you against me. Your arms encircle my neck pushing your lips harder against mine. Our bodies mold together … our kiss deepens … my hands sliding up and down your sides before resting on your hips. I feel your hands sliding through my hair and then your tongue slipping gently into my mouth. My tongue responds … pushing outward and softly touching your tongue. Your tongue swirls around mine touching the top and underneath … then pushing more urgently further into my mouth. Pulling your lips away, your tongue gently licks at mine before our lips meet again. I love the feeling of your soft butterfly kisses against my lips. My hands slide to your buttocks and pull your body taunt against mine… feeling your hips move slightly in a slow rotating motion … your breasts touching, pushing against my chest makes my cock twitch with desire. Our kiss ends, leaving us both slightly gasping for breath. We continue to kiss each other’s cheeks and neck … our bodies pushing gently against each other. “It’s time for your bath. I want you nice and clean” I whisper. “What about you? Are you going to share my bath with me?” you ask. “I will be there in a minute. You go ahead and soak for a few minutes. Take a margarita into the bath with you. It will help you unwind.” I respond. “Don’t be too long,” you say. “Oh I won’t be” I reply watching you leave the room. I check to make sure everything is in place. Satisfied I, I strip off my clothes and walk into the bathroom.

I see you lying in the tub surrounded by thousands of tiny bubbles. Your head resting on the edge … eyes closed … letting the hot water soak into your pores with the half-filled margarita glass resting on the edge of the tub. Your breasts resting on the water surface are covered with tiny soapsuds. Your eyes open with the sound of my entering the room … looking me up and down … smiling. “Rick, bring that nice cock and body in here so I can help you get all sparkling clean too” you said. Slipping into the water facing you, I feel a shiver run up my spine as the warm water covers my body. We sat sipping our margaritas, letting the feel of the warm water refresh us. I move closer to you, pulling your legs over my thighs, wrapping your legs around my backside. “It’s time to get you clean all over” I say as my hands reach out and begin roaming over Alanya Escort your suds covered breasts.

The soap bubbles slide through my fingers as I rub gently in small circles over and under each breast. “Mmmm that feels good” you mutter. I apply a little more pressure as I squeeze them softly. Taking the nipples between my fingers, I lightly pinch them bringing another moan from your lips. My cock twitches and hardens from the thought of playing with your nipples and breasts. Your hips move slightly letting my cock rest against your mound. The feeling of your hips slowly undulating on my cock sends more shivers up and down my body. “And what do we have here?” you ask putting your hand below the water and grasping my hard member. “Ohhh” I moan closing my eyes and feeling the sensations from your fingers. “That is my hard cock and he is all yours to do with as you wish” I whisper. Smiling into my eyes with a devilish grin, you slowly stroke my cock, getting it harder and say, “I know a place where he will be safe and warm”. Your words bring another groan from my lips as your hand moving up and down my cock begin to drive me crazy. “I think I know where that place is” I respond dipping my hand below the surface and touching your mound. I slide my fingers up and down your opening made slick by the water and soap. When I slip a finger inside, your moan of passion fills the small room. I push it in deeper and feel your vaginal muscles squeeze around my finger. Your hand squeezes my cock tighter, the deeper I venture into your pussy. Our heavy moans mix together as we pleasure each other. “I want to fuck your sweet hot pussy Carol” I whisper hoarsely as my finger moves in and out of your cunt. My thumb rests on your clit as my finger moves slowly in and out of your cunt. I apply a gentle pressure to your hard nub and feel your body push harder against my hand. My other hand slowly twists and pulls on your erect nipple. “Ohhh Rick please put your hot cock in me now” you say shifting your weight upward towards my cock. As I pull out, I slide my finger to your clit, replacing my thumb and slowly rub small circles around it. “Mmmm ohhh … that feels so good. I’m so fucking hot for your cock” you moan through closed eyes. My hand leaves your clit and grabs the side of the tub. Your hand pulls my cock against your pussy and I feel you rubbing the head up and down the length of it. “Ohhh baby rub my cock against your pussy. It feels so good. My cock is so hard and I want to shove it deep into your warm pussy. ” I sigh feeling hot sensations course through my body. You put the head against your opening and push downward to draw it inside. I wiggle my hips pushing it against your opening when I feel it pop inside.

Our loud groans of pleasure fill the room as your hips push down driving my cock deeper into your vagina. The water in the tub sloshes about from the gentle motions of our bodies. The warm sensation of my cock buried deep inside you fills my brain. Grabbing you by the ass I pull your body closer to mine as we settle into a nice rhythm. I put my head between your breasts and kiss your wet slippery skin. You throw your head backwards feeling my cock buried to the hilt in your pussy. Your thighs tighten around my waist … holding on as you slowly and deliberately rise and fall on my cock. The water in the tub rises and falls with each thrust. I kiss my way up your neck and chin until my lips kiss yours … our tongues sparing with each other … licking … tasting … wanting. I capture your tongue with my lips and suck on it as I draw it into my mouth. The passion in my body rises tenfold from the tender kisses, which have turned more demanding. Grabbing onto the back of my neck, you ride my cock … lifting up until my cock is just inside your pussy and then accelerating downward until it is deep within you … then wiggling your ass in a circular motion. At this rate we will not last much longer. Your breasts crush against my chest … your hard nipples scraping against my skin … your pussy moving up and down and then rotating on my shaft. I feel my cock begin to throb when your muscles contract … trying to suck my juice out. “Ohhh fuck baby, ride my cock harder” I call out. Your body responds and your thrusts quicken making some of the water in the tub spill out onto the floor. “Fuck my cock sweetie, make me cum in your hot cunt” I shout. My ass slips and slides on the slick surface of the tub with each thrust into your hot pussy. I feel your hold tighten around my neck with each thrust of your hips … pulling me tighter against your breasts as you rub your body against mine. Your moans increase with each thrust on my cock. “Your cock is so hard and wonderful… fuck me baby … fuck me harder” you moan. My desire has reached the boiling point as my cock throbs uncontrollably. “Ohhh baby I’m cumming” I shout thrusting harder. “Cum baby cum. Shoot your load deep inside me” you yell pushing down harder and then speeding up and down on my throbbing cock. The sensations become unbearable as we continue Alanya Escort Bayan fucking each other with abandon. My cock spurts its load into you as your body tightens around me. I feel you vagina muscles tightening around my cock … milking the cum from me. “Ahhh fuck baby I’m cumming … fuck me baby … fuck me” you yell as your orgasm hits full force. Your hips drive up and down harder and faster … racing to the finish of your climax … our breathing quickens as our desire is finally released. Our bodies continue to grind against each other as our orgasms begin to subside. Slowly we come back to reality and lay back in the warm water looking at each other with contentment. We sip what is remaining of our margaritas and then after a few minutes of soaking, I inform you that it is the time for your massage. “Mmmm I hope it is as wonderful as the fuck I just had” you say. “Why don’t we retire to the bedroom and find out” I respond. Getting out of the tub, we dry ourselves off as we head to the bedroom.

I lead you to the bed and tell you to lie down on your stomach. Dropping your towel, I watch as you crawl onto the bed and lay down in the soft glow of the candlelight. You cross your arms and place your head on them sideways for support. I see your eyes close in anticipation of the pending massage. Climbing onto the bed, I straddle your freshly washed body. My cock slides against your ass as I position myself over the small of your back. I lean over and whisper in your ear as I grab the cherry flavored massage oil from the nightstand “Mmmm you smell so good … good enough to eat Carol.” I nibble on your ear and then my tongue snakes out to run over your sensitive ear lobe. I feel the sharp intake of your breath as my words and kisses sink into your brain. Leaving your ear, my lips leave a small wet trail on your shoulders and back as I kiss your sweet smelling skin.

I pour a small amount of the fluid onto my hands … rubbing them together before I begin the massage. I feel your body jump slightly when my hands make contact with your skin. I rub your shoulders and back muscles slowly … applying increasing pressure as I rub the lotion onto your clean body. A small moan of contentment escapes your lips as I continue to massage your back muscles … working my hands up and down your back and then over your shoulders and down your arms before beginning all over again. My hands linger and roam over each area … touching your skin very lightly and then digging my fingers in a bit harder … working over each muscle. As I work down your back, my hands stray to your sides and slowly move over the sides of your breasts, as they lay crushed against the bed. My fingertips run very softly over your sides and breasts … down to your waist and then back again. “Ohhh sweetie that feels so good. I’ll give you a week to stop that” you moan softly. I feel your hips begin to move ever so slightly as your sexual desire begins to re-awaken.

I re-position myself further down on your body … straddling your thighs and looking at your nice rounded ass staring me in the face. I continue to add more oil over your body as my hands move slowly on your sides and back. The sweet smell of the cherry oil mixes with the incense to give off a definite sexual aroma in the air. I pour a small amount of oil onto the small of your back bringing another soft moan from your lips. Working the oil into your skin, my hands move to your ass cheeks and slowly but firmly knead them. My hands move over and around your firm ass and then to your hips. As my hands massage your hips, I feel your thighs between my legs try to open. Your soft moaning slowly increases as my hands move lower on your hips and then to your thighs and back to your buttocks again. Your ass muscles tighten as your push your pelvis into the bed and then relax as you push against my gentle massaging. I move to straddle only one leg, which allows you more freedom to open and close your thighs. Your ass tightens again but this time it is my lips and tongue which have caused this reaction. I slide my tongue slowly over your ass cheeks as one hand moves up onto your back again … touching and kneading your skin … while the other moves lightly over your thighs and the backs of your knees. Your ass raises and falls slowly as my tongue leaves a wet trail over each ass cheek tasting the sweet cherry oil on your skin. My teeth scrap along your ass, nibbling slowly on your soft skin. My hand on your thigh rubs up and down your legs from your calves to your ass. As it moves downward again, it travels between your thighs … touching the inside of each thigh lightly, then harder … feeling the small goose bumps forming on your skin. My hand lingers between your thighs, feeling you open and close your thighs slightly against my hand. Moving slowly, my hand touches your velvety mound and begins a steady up and down movement. Your body shivers under my touch as your ass begins slowly rotating on my hand. Dipping my fingers inside the folds of your pussy, I feel the Escort Alanya slippery juice of your desire coat my fingers. “Ohhhh your fingers and tongue feel so good on my body” you moan shifting on the bed to give me better access. My fingers slide along your slit until I touch your covered clit. Rubbing slowly and in a circular motion brings more moans of pleasure from your lips. I dip my fingers into your hot cunt … pushing deeper with each stroke. Your ass raises higher off the bed and pushes back hard against my fingers. I hear your moans increase in tempo as your ass tries to fuck my fingers. “Baby I think your getting too hot too soon. I think it’s time to turn you over and work on your front side” I comment pulling my lips and hands away from your body. Grabbing your hip, I roll you over to face me and see the pout on your face. “I was just getting so turned on Rick and you stopped” you said in a low voice. “Don’t worry Carol it only gets better and hotter from here on out” I say smiling and climbing to straddle your stomach with my hard cock resting on your hot skin. I bring my fingers to my mouth slowly licking your juices off them. “Mmm Carol I love tasting your juices. They make my cock so hard for you” I say watching your eyes. Your hands reach out to touch my hard cock and say; “I love getting your cock all nice and hard for me”.

Reaching over I grab the oil and pour some into my hands again … placing them on your breasts. I feel your hands touch my cock as I gently massage the oil onto your tits. Working slowly, I push each breast upwards and then pull them back … grabbing them in my hands … squeezing gently at first, then harder. Your eyes close as you take in the sensations of having your tits rubbed and squeezed. Your hands move along my cock slowly … feeling the hardness, as my cock grows longer. “Your hands are wonderful on my cock. I like the way you slowly fuck me with your fingers” I whisper as my desire begins to grow. Taking a nipple in each hand, I pull them outward until the slippery oil on my hands makes me lose my grip on them. Pulling them outwards again I slowly twist them between my fingers bringing a gasp from your lips. “Ohhh yesssss baby play with my hard nipples, make them stand up ready to be touched and sucked” you moan loudly.

Moving downward on top of your thighs makes you lose my hard cock from your hand. I feel your body squirm under mine trying to satisfy a sexual urge. Grabbing your hands, I place them over your head kissing you hard on the lips. I pull out a scarf I had hidden under the pillow. Tying your hands securely together, I fasten it to the headboard. “What are you doing?” Asking half from fear and half from desire. “I want you to feel the full effect of this massage and know that you can’t get away until I’m done pleasuring you” I say smiling as I grab more massage oil. “I’m leaving your legs untied so that you can move as I touch and feel you all over before I plunge my hot hard cock into your steaming pussy” I say as I begin rubbing more oil onto your breasts. “Ohhh baby make me so horny until I start screaming” you call out … wiggling your body and testing your bonds.

My hands and fingers roam over and under your breasts … pulling … pinching … as you move slowly under me. Sliding my fingers along each side of your body makes you jump from the ticklish feeling. As you struggle to move away from my touch, I find another area sensitive to my touch. Slowly and with a deliberate stroke, I slide my nails along your skin watching your body reacts to the sensitive pleasure. I pull my fingers along your stomach to your waist before I retrace my route back up your body. I trace my way up your sides and over your breasts, feeling them expand and contract with each deep breath you take. Moving to your neck, my fingers lightly trace upwards to your chin and then to your waiting lips … lightly touching them as you give them soft little kisses. Pushing lightly against your lips, one finger slides into your mouth. I feel your lips engulf it and then make room as another one enters. I watch as you struggle with your bonds trying to move so as to take my finger deeper into your mouth. “You’d like to suck my fingers wouldn’t you Carol. You’d like to feel them deep in your mouth sucking on them just like a big hard cock. Taste the cherry oil baby. Lick my fingers clean.” I whisper to you. “Mmmmm ohhh yes fuck my mouth with your fingers Rick. Your fingers taste so good. Slide them deep into me. Mmmmm” you moan as I slip them a bit deeper. “That’s it baby suck my fingers like they are my cock baby. Mmmm your mouth and tongue feel so fucking good” I say pushing them deeper and then sliding them out slowly until they are almost out. I feel your tongue wrap around them and then your teeth softly scrap against them as I slide them back inside your hot mouth farther and deeper. I start a slow rhythmic fucking with my fingers slowly entering and exiting your mouth. After a short time I change hands letting you lick and suck the juices from my other hand and fingers. As you suck on my fingers, I move up alongside and begin rubbing my cock on your nipples. I move my hard cock slowly over and around your hard nipple. Your back arches trying to touch my cock but I move back slightly so that my cock is just grazing against your hard extended nipple.

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