Ay: Eylül 2023

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

I pulled up to the house to get the company van. I smiled as I seen her car was in the driveway. Her is Valerie or Val for short. She works at one of the other houses for the company I work for. I manage another house. She has been a good friend and I always cherish the chance to get to see and talk to her. Val got out of her car to say hi and for to let her in the house.

Val is 5’10” tall and 125lbs and is 23 yrs. old. She has perky B cups breast and a tight little ass and slender sexy legs. She had a white t-shirt on and I could see her pink and white bra threw it. I unlocked the door and watched as she walked across in her tight mid thigh jean shorts. She went into the kitchen to put up her lunch and I followed her in there. She put her stuff into the fridge and then she leaned back on the counter. We were good friends so she was comfortable talking to me a foot in front of her. We chatted about our weekends

I couldn’t help but look at her bra and it made my cock hard when I noticed her nipples were getting hard being in the air conditioned house. She caught me starring at her breast and she smiled. She than said that she was wearing a matching thong and asked if I wanted to see. I said yes and she grabs my hand and led me into the bathroom. She turned and faces me as she removed her t-shirt. She than unbuttoned her jean shorts and they fell to the floor and she stepped out of them. She walked up to me and kissed me. As we kissed I ran my hands all over her body. After a few minutes she stopped me and asked me to eat her pussy before the girls got home soon. I lifted her up and sat her on the sink. I got on my knees and spread her legs apart. Her panties were wet with her pussy juices. I pulled her panties to the side and I dove in and ate her pussy like a madman. I fucked her pussy with my tongue. I t didn’t take her long to cum in my mouth. It tasted so good. She got off the sink. She took her panties off and stuck them in my pocket. She got dressed and said she would get them back later after she got off work.

I left and finished my shift. I bought stuff to make margaritas and a case of beer. Got a hotel room near work and waited for Val to get off work. It turned 9pm and I had drank 10 beers and decided to go to the hotel bar.

I walked in and sat at a table. This cute little blonde waitress came up and asked what would I have? I told her if I can’t have her I would settle for a beer. She smiled and said zonguldak escort I will be right back and if you need anything baby just holler for Annie. As she said this she leaned forward and I got a good look down her tight black top at her nice small breast. I watched her nice big ass walk away. Annie was about 5’2″ tall and 105 lbs. She had a big ass and curvy hips with her nice little round boobies. She had on a tight black top and jean shorts.

She brought me back my beer and sat down. She asked if I was from around here or visiting. I told her I was from near hear and waiting on a girl to get off work. She asked if it was a girlfriend. I told her only a hookup at the hotel for now. She smiled and said she was single and was 22. Annie was getting of early now and wanted to go back to my room. I finished my beer as she went to clock out. I grab her hand and lead her to my room. I walked into the room and turned around and she jumped into my arms and wrapped her legs around me as I held her up by her ass cheeks and she wrapped her arms around my head and kissed me. I carried her to the bed and laid her down. I unzipped her jean shorts and pulled them off. She was wearing a red lacy thong. She sat up and pulled off her top. She had a matching bra she took off. I pulled off my shirt and pants and than she backed up to head of the bed and I climbed on top of her. I kissed her neck and than moved to her left ear and nibbled on it. She grabs my cock and said she wanted it in her now. I lowered my cock near her pussy she pulled her panties aside and she guided my cock inside of her. She moaned as I pumped my cock fast and hard into her tight pussy. She backed arched as I continued to fuck her hard and she cummed everywhere. I continued to fuck her till I shortly cummed inside of her. I collapsed on her and rolled to lie beside her. She looked at the time and said she had to go. She got dressed and gave me her number. I walked her to her car and she kissed me goodbye.

I went back to the bar and it was about 10pm so I had a little over an hour to kill. I sat at the table I looked to the dance floor to check out the dancers. I noticed this skinny sexy brunette. She turned around and realized it was my supervisor Trish. I decided to go surprise her. I got on the dance floor and started dancing behind her. She looked to see who it was and saw it was me and smiled. She ran on head and down fethiye escort my body to my cock. She squeezed my cock and said it was going to be inside her soon. She grinded her ass on my cock till I cummed on myself. The song finished and we went and sat at the table. She told me Val let her know about me and that she had permission to fool around with me long as I didn’t fuck Trish till I fucked Val.

It was 1030pm and we decided to head to the room and fool around. I walked into the room and she told me to sit on the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed and she stood 3 ft. ahead of me. She was wearing a black dress that went to just above her knees. It had a v neck and was form fitting. She has nice little titties with big nipples. Cute little ass and great legs. She is 5’7″ tall and 110lbs. Trish is 27 yrs. old. She started slowly dancing in front of me. She reaches behind her back and unzipped her dress and it fell to the ground. She continued to dance and she walked away from me shaking her ass and did the stripper skip. She was now just wearing a lacy yellow bra and matching thong. She leaned on the wall and stuck her ass out. She shook it slowly to the left and than back to the right. Than she just leaned forward and you could see the thong hugging her pussy so tightly. She than walked over to me and strattled me. She started grinding slowly on my cock as she kissed my neck and than pulled off my shirt. She slid down my body till she was on her knees. She pulled off my shorts and boxers. She than started stroking my cock. Trish kissed the tip of my cock and said yummy. She slowly took all my seven inches down her throat and gagged a little. She then sucked all the way to the tip and then back down. She did this for a few minutes.

There was a knock on the door. Trish hopped up and peaked threw the peep hole. She smiled and said oh goody Val is here and she unlocked the door and let her in. Val walked in and she smiled as she sees Trish in her bra and panties and me sitting on the bed naked with a very hard cock. Val said she feels over dressed. She took off her shirt and her jeans shorts. There Val stood in her pink and white bra and panties. She walked over and grabs Trish by the hand and led her over in front of me. Than they started kissing and touching each other all over there bodies. After a minute of this Trish undid Val’s bra and it fell to the floor. Val did the same to alanya escort Trish’s bra. They than had me lay on the bed. Val positioned herself above my cock and Trish sat above my face. Val guided my cock into her tight pussy. Trish lowered her pussy on my face. I started eating her pussy out like a madman as Val rode my cock really hard. After a few minutes we had all cummed and lay on the bed together with me in the middle.

Val noticed some red panties by the window so I had to explain the quick sex with the waitress. Val asked me to call her to come over. I said she had to go somewhere but she wants to do a threesome real soon.

Trish had to leave to get home and Val had to get to her mothers house in case her boyfriend surprised her and stopped by like he has in the past. It was 130am and I had the room the rest of the night. There was a knock on the door.

I went to answer it and to my surprise it was Officer Thompson. Kathy Thompson was the police officer who took my case when I was assaulted at work. She smiled and said hi Jason. I said hi and asked what was going on. We got some complaints of noise from this room and when I seen it was you I thought I would take the call. She said nice boxers. I invited her in and she walked in. I asked if I was in trouble and she said no. I just needed to keep the noise down. I asked if she got off work soon and she said I am off. I just stopped in here on my way home. I asked if she would stay for a drink and she said yes. She let her blonde hair out of her ponytail and she took her utility belt off. She unbuttoned her uniform top to show some nice cleavage held up by a blue lacy bra. I was hoping it had a matching panty I would see soon. We sat at the table and we chatted a bit about each other.

I couldn’t stop staring in her blue eyes. She said she was 25 and was 5’6″ tall and 123lbs. After few margaritas’ I had her standing up and dancing close to me. I leaned and we kissed. We stopped dancing and continued kissing wildly. All the sudden she spun me around and put my right arm behind my back. She said I think carry a concealed weapon. She frisked my left side down to my cock and she rubbed my hard cock and said she found. She put my other arm behind my back and handcuffed me. She than got in front of me on her knees and pulled my boxers down and I stepped out of them. She deep throated my cock for a few minutes than she grabs my arm and had me lay on the bed still hand cuffed. She undressed till she was completely naked. She climbed on me and rode me like I never have been ridden before. We both cummed after a few minutes. She let me out of the handcuffs and we made love the rest of the night and we officially started dating that night to. I can’t wait for more nights light this.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Every night, the dream’s the same. . .

* * *

I’m sitting in a car parked in the upper floor of a two storey parking garage adjacent to a shopping mall. The vehicle is a small foreign car and there’s barely enough room to tuck your legs under the dash. The windows of the car are open and the engine’s off. The night is humid. It’s quiet too, even though this garage is right next to the busiest street in town. It’s very late at night.

I’m in the passenger seat. I’m leaning back into the seat as if I’m trying to fall asleep or something. I’m looking out the windshield at the concrete wall.

There’s a guy in the driver’s seat. He’s twentyish, about my age, and he’s dressed just as casually as myself. I’m never able to identify him, but he feels like one of my friends. I don’t know how I know this, but I know. We’re both just sitting there. Nobody’s smoking; nobody’s talking; nobody’s listening to the radio. We’re just sitting there.

Then, after an eternity of sitting there, this other guy reaches over and puts his hand between my legs. My cock goes from soft to hard in the blink of an eye. He starts rubbing me and I close my eyes. All I hear is the fabric of my jeans squeezed between his fingers. After clamping my member for a little while, he starts to move his hand along the length of me through my pants. All the muscles in my body are loose. I’m totally focused.

His hand leaves me for a second and goes up to the waistline of my pants. It slips underneath my jeans and my briefs. It ruffles my pubes for a second before it grips me and begins to pull on me. Now I start to breathe harder. It’s a terrible hand job because of my jeans, but I feel like I’m gonna explode. He pulls back my foreskin and pinches my cockhead lightly between his thumb and forefinger. My briefs soak up the little dab of liquid this motion produces. His hand comes out of my pants.

He undoes the button and zipper on my jeans and he reaches underneath the elastic waistband of my briefs and pulls down. I lift my bum up off the car seat and feel the cold air run along my groin. He pulls my pants down just off my privates and I sit back down, my butt settling into the warm seat.

The seat feels comfortable against my naked cheeks.

His mouth feels even more comfortable around my penis. The cold of the night is gone and my cock is encased in the wet warmth of this mystery guy’s mouth. While sucking me, he puts a hand between my legs and runs a finger along the skin beneath my sack. He never quite reaches my anus because it’s between my buttcheeks pressed giresun escort down on the seat. The slurping sounds echo along the parking garage, but there’s still no one around to hear it.

My cheeks clench and I ejaculate into his mouth. He sucks me like a straw. Not at drop runs out of his mouth. He sits back up and swallows one last time. He sounds like he’s just taken a drink after a workout.

I hear the sound of a button and zipper being undone to my left. I open my eyes and look at the concrete wall, but now I see pale flesh to my left down at this guy’s groin. He puts his right hand on my neck and brings me down to his groin. I smell the musk coming from between his legs before I’m poked in the face by his penis. The hand on my neck releases me and I stare at this bobbing organ for a few seconds. Then I blow him.

My mouth opens and I take him inside. He’s warm and hard. Once I build up a rhythm of up and down, up and down he also becomes salty. His pubes brush my left cheek when I go down. I suck hard on him when I come up. I try to pleasure him with my tongue, but I’m really not good at this.

My own cock is cool now that it is wet and exposed to the air. But it’s not cold, because it’s still humid. The crack of my bum feels the coolness of exposure as the sweat that built up there from all the sitting I was doing now meets the air.

I run my hand up his inner thigh and rub him the way he rubbed me between the legs. I, like him, cannot reach his anus. I mash my hand into the heat and sweat of his taint and bring it out again, resting it on his leg through his jeans.

He comes.

I’m not ready for it. The first ejaculation hits me in the throat and I cough. I try to batten my lips onto his cock, but I cannot. The second ejaculation hits the roof of my mouth as I’m pulling away. The third hits me in the cheek. He puts his own hand in front of the orgasming cock and catches the remaining ejaculate.

I swallow what I was able to catch and it tastes salty and tart. I grab his wrist and pull the hand filled with semen to my mouth and begin to lick it. I swallow it all. I even wipe my cheek and swallow this too. I discover that semen tastes best when it is hot. Straight from the organ, not sitting on skin in the open air.

We sit in silence for almost a half hour. Once again, nobody says or does a thing and we’re perfectly comfortable like this. The only difference now is that our pants are around our upper thighs and we have distinct tastes in out mouths. There is still nobody in yalova escort the parking garage but us. The noise of traffic from the street is very faint. My mind tells me my life is very different now than it was a short while ago. I agree, and feel good about that.

His soft fingers slide slightly under the left cheek of my bum and grab me. He pushes me up off my seat, rolling me toward the door. I open my eyes slightly and grab the door, sticking my head out the window. My legs come to life and lift me the rest of the way out of the seat. I awkwardly reposition myself so that I’m kneeling on the seat, my hands are on the door and my head, shoulders and most of my chest is outside the passenger window. In the process, I accidently bump him in the face with my bum.

He mounts me. He slides himself between my back and the roof of the car. He rests his head on my back. He kneels on the very edge of my seat and I feel his cock bounce against my backside. He spits into his left hand and rubs his cock – spits again and pokes my anus with a finger. He rubs the rest of the spit along my crack. Then he pushes into me.

I look at the empty garage as I’m penetrated. He’s slow, but I still can’t stop a few tears from falling. Skin starts slapping skin as he begins humping me. His breath is harsh and hot against my back and his hands clutch my hips as he pumps his cock into my rear again and again.

My tears stop as numbness takes away the pain. His groin is hot against my lower back and his pubes tickle me. My pants slide a little lower on my thighs. A slight breeze blows an empty bar wrapper across the pavement. The blowing air is warm. I’m sweating a little now. He’s sweating more. He can’t quite choke off his moan and a little yelp echoes off the walls of the structure. I have a fraction of a second to think that if anyone was walking outside, they definitely heard that.

The liquid heat of his sperm lights its flame in my lower back. The night was hot and humid, but the semen feels like it’s boiling and it radiates its heat temporarily to the rest of my torso. He stops humping and holds my body for a second before he pulls himself out of my rectum and sits back down in his seat.

My mind tells me that my life has changed drastically this time. I stay in my position and regain my composure. My anus is tingling and my breath returns to normal. My bum must be in his face. I can smell the salty, stuffy scent of sex in the car, so he must be overwhelmed by it, given his proximity to my butt.

I breathe the yozgat escort humid air and hear him do up his pants. He does not start the car or make a move to leave. So I stay in my position a little while longer. My virginity recedes into the past a little at a time. Five minutes. . .six minutes. . .seven minutes. I don’t miss it. Though the actions of the night are all initiated by him so far, I have wanted every one of them. I never told him this, but he seems to know. This may be one of the reasons he feels like my friend.

I finally sit down again. However, I do not pull up my pants. Instead, I undo his again. I grab his right butt cheek and lift him. He positions himself on his own seat just the way I did on mine several minutes ago. When his upper body is out the window and his rump’s in the air, I pull down his jeans. They fall around his knees on the seat. I see the vertical line of his crack through his white briefs. I pull them down and expose him. He is smooth. I smell him. The stuffy, salty scent of his orgasm is still there, along with the smell of sweat from between his legs.

I mount him the same way he mounted me. If anyone drove into the parking garage, they’d be looking straight into my bum.

I spit into my hand as he did and spread it on my cock and in his anus.

I enter him. He is tight and hot. He doesn’t seem to have done this part before. He is as tight as I must have been. So I go slow for him. When I’m in, I hold his shoulders with my hands and begin pumping my cock into and out of his rectum.

His sphincter is tight around me. His crack, sweaty from his own session behind me, leaves a vertical line of moist warmth on my skin and in my pubic hair. I rest my head on his back and continue humping.

His insides are hot. A bead of sweat rolls off my nose and is absorbed into the back of his t-shirt. I love the feel of the smoothness of his legs against mine. One of my hands goes down to his pubes and clutches. I don’t pull, I just take a handful to feel. My sack thumps his lower buttocks each time I enter him.

I feel the tickle in the center of my cock and then everything around my groin clenches. I come into him. It lubricates the end of the sex very well. I release his pubes and shoulder and sit back down. He sits too.

He starts the car and there is noise at last in the parking garage. I put my left hand on his penis and he puts his right hand on my thigh. He drives out of the garage. Nobody saw our sweaty, sticky, uneducated rutting in the front seat of his car in the second level of that parking garage. However, as we pass the lower level on our way to the road, we see some college kids smoking in the lower level. I wonder what they may have heard, but I don’t care.

Before we enter traffic, we both pull up our pants. We still haven’t said a word.

* * *

Every night, the dream’s the same. . .

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Several Months Ago…

I reported in to work as usual, not expecting anything out of the ordinary. I got to my floor and saw my co-worker checking out the assignment sheet for the day. “What’s up, Girl?” I say, poking her in the side.

“Nothing much, Neecee. Looks like I’ve got a one-on-one today. You’re gonna have fun though…looks like you’re doing the orientation on the new girl.” She said, shrugging.

“Great. You know I just love to have newbie’s trailing me around all day. What’s her name, anyway?”

“Georgia, I think…”

Several Days Ago…

“What time to you want to go to lunch, Girl?” I said to Georgia as she slid up beside me.

“Don’t matter…I’ve got most of my morning assignments done, so whenever.”

“Did you bring something to eat or you gonna get something from the cafeteria?”

“Well actually, I ordered something with the other girls…but I did bring in something for YOU to eat…” She said with a sly smile.

“You better stop putting it out there like that before I take you up on it.” I whispered in her ear.

“I’m counting on it. Been horny as hell the past few days, and I’ve thought about your tongue on my clit more than once. You’re getting weaker…it’s just a matter of time.” With that, after give a quick look around to see if anyone was watching, Georgia grabbed a handful of my ass and give it a good squeeze before walking away.

She and I had been dancing this dance for quite some time, ever since she’d come to work here at the hospital. We’d gotten to know each other quite well during her orientation, revealing many secrets over many conversations. I’d learned that she was a lesbian, and that the last man she’d had intercourse with was the father of her teenage daughter. While she’d dated a few men since, all her relationships had strictly been with women. Using that as a springboard, I told her of my desires to be with a woman sexually, something up this point only my husband was aware of.

These revelations, along with a growing attraction to each other had led to an ongoing “flirt game” between us, with Georgia doing everything in her power to seduce me. Not that I did anything to discourage it…in fact, I rather enjoyed it and had even fantasized about taking it further. Since it was just harmless flirting, I didn’t see it as a big deal.

Until a couple of weeks ago…

…It was business as usual on the floor, with the usual number of bells and paperwork. It was the middle of the afternoon when Georgia came and grabbed me by arm and begged me to come with her. Thinking there was a patient in trouble, I of course followed her. But oddly enough, she pulled me into an empty room. “Georgia, what’s going on?” I asked, confused as hell.

“I need your help, girl! My shit is so wet it feels like it’s about to run down my leg and my clit is throbbing so bad it hurts! You gotta get me off! Please!” And with that, she grabbed my hand and started moving it to her crotch.

Everything in me told me I should walk away, but I couldn’t move. Pressing her back against the wall, I reached over and locked the door. Pushing my left hand down past the elastic of her scrub pants and panties, my fingers found their way to her steaming hot pussy. With my middle finger, I easily found her clit and it was exactly as she described it…rock hard and sensitive as hell. As soon as I touched it, she buried her head into my shoulder and began to moan.

Moving my finger in small circles, I began to work her cunt in a way that I knew I would enjoy. It seemed to do the trick, because her moans got louder and her hand had a death grip on my arm. When she started to grind downward on my hand, I instinctively knew that was she was close to cumming. I worked my finger faster to help her along, and was rewarded for my efforts with her body stiffening in orgasm. She stopped moaning and held her breath though-out the ride.

When her body finally relaxed, I started to pull my hand out, but she grabbed my arm and said weakly “Please, one more?” Nodding my head, I repeated the process, enjoying my newfound power over her.

After three more orgasms, Georgia finally collapsed back against the wall, obviously spent. “Thank you! I don’t think I could have made it through the rest of the day without that.” With that, she pulled my hand from between her legs and proceeded to suck her juices from my finger. “Mmmmm…tastes good as usual.”

“Well, I wouldn’t know. You seem to have completely cleaned my fingers off. Didn’t leave me any…” I said, with a semi pout on my face.

“Trust me, girl…you’ll get to taste it straight from the source soon enough. I’m looking forward to that day. Now we better get back out on the floor before we’re missed.” türkçe altyazılı porno Unlocking the door, she headed out to finish her work, leaving me standing there wondering what was going to happen next…

Pulling my head out of the clouds, I returned to the business of finishing up the morning rounds. About a half hour later, Georgia signaled me that her food had arrived and she was ready to eat. Grabbing my lunch out of the refrigerator in the break room, I walked with her down to the cafeteria to eat. We chatted about the usual nonsense, cracking jokes between bites. Once we were finished, we headed back to the floor to finish our rounds for the afternoon.

Around two or so, I got a message from Georgia from one of the girls on the floor that she needed a hand moving a patient. I found her in Mr. Brown’s room, cleaning up some of his things, while she waited for me to arrive. It took several minutes as Mr. Brown is comatose, and therefore difficult to turn. When we finished, Georgia looked up at me with a gleam in her eye and pulled me by the hand to the opposite side of the room, which was unoccupied. “What’s going on?” I asked.

“You’ll see.” Said, pulling me over by the bed. When we got there, she turned and said “You ready to give it up or what?”

Stunned, I backed up and said “What? Give up what?”

“You know. Some of that ass, some of that mouth. I’m tired of waiting.” With that, she started towards me, one hand reaching for my tit.

“Are you crazy? Right here? There’s a patient in here!” I whispered to her, fighting the growing tingle in my pussy.

“You know he don’t wake up for anything. Now come on over here…you know you want to.”

And she was right. I wanted to more than anything. Stepping over to her, I pulled her into my arms and began nuzzling her neck, not quite ready for kissing yet. Putting both hands on her ample ass, I pulled her even tighter, feeling her body move with mine. We stayed like that forever, enjoying sensations that were too long in coming.

Knowing we didn’t have long before someone would come looking for us, I pushed Georgia back onto the empty bed, causing her to look up at me with both surprise and lust as she waited for my next move. Grabbing the waistband of both her pants and panties, I pulled them both down to her knees, exposing her precious honey pot. Pulling her knees to her chest, she gave me full access to what I wanted. Surprisingly, I didn’t hesitate, but dove face first into her soaking wet pussy.

With little effort, I found her button and began to lick it furiously, as though my life depended on it. The taste was intoxicating and addictive…the more I had, the more I wanted. I ran my tongue from the bottom of her hole to the top of her clit hood, hitting all points in between. She’d definitely been right about one thing; it was well worth the wait to taste her juices straight from the source.

While I’d not heard a sound from Georgia (she’d put a pillow over her face early on to prevent any screams from escaping, her body told me all I needed to know about my performance. Her hips rolled and trembled constantly, making it a challenge to maintain contact with her crotch. But like a cowboy riding a bucking bronco, I held fast, determined to make her cum.

Feeling her body tense, I knew it was almost time. I renewed my efforts on her clit, sucking it into my mouth to make it even more sensitive. Moving my tongue faster and faster o her spot, I drove her to the inevitable conclusion. With a whimper, she came, filling my mouth with her hot wetness. I continued to drink from her cup till she finished and her body finally relaxed.

Taking the pillow from her face, she let out a long sigh. “Wow! That was better then I dreamed it would be!”

“I’m glad I could exceed your expectations.” I said, laughing.

“Not as glad as I am. Damn, you got skills girl…you sure you never did that before?” she asked, laughing.

“Positive. You’ve got my cherry on that one.” I said, as I stepped out of the way. Georgia stood up, and started fixing her clothes. “I do know this: This was just a taste…I want more.”

“And more you shall have. We’re both off this Friday, and my daughter will be in school, so you can come over and we can pick up where we left off.”

“Sounds like a plan. Ron will be at work, so no need for an explanation. Friday it is.” I said, my pussy wet with anticipation. Once Georgia was straight, we went back out on the floor to continue our rounds, but the only thing on my mind was getting to the end of the week…

When Friday finally arrived I felt like a kid at Christmas. I stayed in bed while Ron got himself ready to work, just so I wouldn’t xnxx do something to give myself away. I’d already told him that I’d probably spend the day relaxing in bed with the phone off, so I could rest from the rough week I’d had at work. Giving me a quick kiss, he left out telling me to enjoy my day.

When I was sure he was gone, I jumped out of bed and ran to the shower. I used my “date night” soaps, lotion and perfume, since this was an extra special occasion. Checking the time, I saw I still had about a half hour before I needed to head out since, according to Georgia, her daughter didn’t leave for school till 8:30. Turning on the TV, I split my attention between it and my thoughts about how this day will go.

When I saw that it was finally time to head out, I jumped in my car and drove over to Georgia’s apartment. Midway through the drive was when I started getting nervous. What if I couldn’t please her? What if I wasn’t pleased myself? What if Ron found out? Several times, I considered turning around, but I found I couldn’t…I had to see this through.

When I arrived, I rang the bell for her to let me in. Stepping in, I saw that she was wearing a deep red (almost burgundy) lace baby doll, with a sheer matching robe and a pair of red pumps. All thoughts and worries and nervousness disappeared, replaced with pure lust.

“I take it you like?” Georgia asked, her hands on her hips, a seductive look on her face.

“Yeah, I like. I like it a lot. But I’ll like it better when you take it off.”

“My, aren’t you demanding? And here I halfway expected you to pull a no-show.”

“Wouldn’t miss this for the world. Now, come here and give me what I came for.”

Without another word, Georgia stepped into my arms and brought her lips to mine. I returned the kiss, holding her tightly and enjoying the softness of her body. We stayed that way for a while, like two lovers seeing each other after a long absence.

When we finally broke apart, Georgia took my hand and led me to her bedroom. She’d lit several candles and placed them on the nightstands that were located on either side of the bed. I could also hear slow music in the background coming from the stereo. Seeing the care she’d put into making this special only made me want her more. Kissing her again, I slipped her robe off her shoulders, exposing them to my eyes for the first time. Moving each strap of the lingerie to the side, I give her flesh light kisses, making her tremble slightly. With a shrug, she let the baby doll fall to the floor, leaving her naked before my eyes. “Wow”, was all I could say.

“I hope that’s a good “wow”.”, she said softly.

“It’s a very good “wow”. The best “wow”.” Reaching my hands out, I cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. This brought a squeal from her throat, as well as more trembling. Taking one into my mouth, I began to suckle, feeling her breathing increase as she used her hand to hold my head in place. Freeing one of my hands, I put it between her legs, not at all surprised to find that her pussy was soaking wet. When my fingers found her clit, she quickly began to grind down on them, desperate to have the orgasm our actions had promised. I did what I could to help, using my middle finger to rub her love button vigorously. In a matter of moments, she climaxed, falling into my arms, out of breath.

“Wow…” was all she could say.

“I hope that’s a good ‘wow’.”, I say, repeating her phrase from earlier.

“The best ‘wow’.” Georgia said, when she’d regained her breath. “But what kind of hostess am I? Cumming before my guest…that’s just bad manners!” She said and laughed.

“That’s true. I think you better do something about that…and quickly.” With that, I began to remove my clothing, stripping down to the same level of nudity as Georgia.

“Lay back here on the bed then, and let me make it up to you.” She told me. Doing as she said, I climbed onto the bed and lay back on the pillows, crossing my arms behind my head to give her free access to my body. Surprisingly, she actually laid down on me, covering my body with hers. She kissed me deeply on the lips with the same level of passion she’d displayed earlier. From there she went to my neck, stopping short of giving me a serious hickey. Giving me one final kiss on my lips, she lifted up and moved her body further down on mine.

Her next destination was my tits. Holding them together, she rubbed her face with them, feeling every inch of them against her skin. As she moved them around, she would quickly take a nipple in her mouth, suck it for a second, then let it go, constantly teasing me. When I couldn’t take any more, I begged her to suck one of them, which she finally did. First porno izle the left, then the right, she gave them both her full attention. At one point, she even pushed them close enough to suck them both at the same time. That’s when I lost it and had my first orgasm of the day. Grinning, Georgia said, “Damn girl, and I ain’t even got to the best part yet.”

“I know…so hurry up, already!” I said, laughing.

Without a word, she shifted her body again and slid the rest of the way down my body, till she was face to face with my steaming hot pussy and my throbbing clit. No longer playing around, she took my clit into her mouth and began to suck on it like it was the giver of life. I screamed from the shock of it, and came yet again. Fortunately, this didn’t slow her down one bit. No matter how much I bucked and rolled my hips, she stayed glued to me, riding my cunt like she was a surfer riding a huge wave. Through her persistence, I came at least five times. When I finally couldn’t take any more, I pushed her head away. “What happened?” she said, laughing at me.

“Nothing…just figured you were getting tired, that’s all,” my heavy breathing betraying the lie of my statement.

“Oh, ok.” She said, winking at me. “Good looking out. Yeah, I better take a break for a minute.” As she said this, she slid up to lie beside me on the pillows.

“Good, I said. Wouldn’t want you all wore out just when we’re getting started.” I said, laughing. Pulling her close, we snuggled together, another first for the day.

After awhile, Georgia quietly whispered “I’m really glad to came. I was really worried you were gonna back out.”

“I will admit that I did think about calling it off, but I didn’t want to live with the regret I would have had if I did.”

She smiled at that and reached up to kiss me. This time, it wasn’t the furious intensity of passion, but the slow, calmness of affection. I returned the kiss in kind, glad that we’d both found the courage to pursue what we wanted.

Without breaking the embrace, she rolled her body slightly, so that she covered half my body with hers, with her right leg planted between my legs and my right leg between hers. Slowly she began to grind on my leg, as I realized her clit was now resting against my skin. Adjusting myself so I was similarly positioned, I rubbed my clit against her leg, both of us taking the slow road to cumming.

I lost track of time, lost in the sensations I was experiencing. I would have never guessed that being with a woman would feel this good…this natural. I loved Ron and the life we’d made, but right here, right now, all I knew is that I wanted this woman to make me cum, and to allow me to return the favor.

Georgia finally broke the kiss to ask me if I was ready to cum. “I’ve been holding mine back cause I wanted us to cum together.”

“Yeah, I’m ready. I’ve actually been doing the same” I said, giggling. Pushing down harder on her thigh, I let myself go past the point of no return, even as I felt her do the same. Moaning together, we came but this time it was different…this time, it was from lovemaking, not fucking. This time, it felt like something I would want to experience time and time again.

We lay there together in each others arms for quite some time, “basking in the after glow” as it were, neither of us saying anything. Finally, Georgia broke the silence. “You ok?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Just enjoying the moment. You ok?”

“Of course, this isn’t anything new for me, remember?” She said, and laughed. “But I’ve never been with someone who’d never been with a woman before, so I didn’t know how things would be ‘afterward’.”

“‘Afterward?’ Are we done?” I said, sadness creeping in my voice. I thought we’d have more time.

“No, not at all. I just meant after your first time. I plan on enjoying you for as long as I can today,” She said, laughing again.

“I’m glad to hear that. But…what about the future?”

“What do you mean? You want this to be an ongoing thing?” Georgia said, propping herself up on her elbow to look at me.

“The thought did cross my mind. But I can’t cheat on Ron. I’m not that kind of person. I just wish you were bi, instead of a lesbian.”

“I still mess with men sometimes. I’ve dated a few since I realized I was lesbian. Even let them get to second base. Guess it’s the freak in me…makes me “try-sexual”…I’ll try anything.

“Then how would you feel about coming into our lives? Done right, we can enjoy each other almost anytime we wanted, with no sneaking around. Ron and I have talked about it before and I know he’d go along, as long as we present it right.” I said, the wheels turning in my head

“Sure, I’m down. I’ve gotten a good vibe off him the couple of times we’ve been around each other, so I wouldn’t have a problem letting it go further. The question is, how will you ‘present it right’?”

“Hmmm…I’ve got a thought about that. His birthday is in a couple of weeks. How would you feel about being a birthday present?”…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Preamble.

Hi, and thank you for choosing my story. I hope you will enjoy it.

If you do, please be kind enough to give a score at the end. This helps me to gauge the popularity of my work. – If I may – I usually like to suggest, one star each for:

Composition & Use of Vocabulary, Readability, Plot, Drama or Humour, and of course Sexual Content (because — isn’t that why we are all here?), but please feel free to use your own criteria if you prefer.

Also, if you would like to know a little about my personal background, please read my Brief History.

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

Tags: Lesbian Romance, Lesbian Seduction.

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

Words: 8,715

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

Please consider the preamble for Part 1 as an integral part of this episode. Also, as with most of my work, there is a lot of background and character building in the early stages. For this reason, some aspects of this part will be better understood by reading episodes in sequence.

This Part mainly covers Julie teaching Katie about tennis technique. There is a lot of coaching information, and a little more flirting and innuendo, but very little else.

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

Title: Game Set & Match – Part 2: The First Lesson.

I arrived at the club at about 1:45pm on Wednesday afternoon, but apart from Sarah the club secretary, there was no-one else there. Sarah was probably in her mid thirties, maybe slightly older, tall and slender with very long blonde hair, and although she always followed the club rules of predominantly white skirt (or shorts for the men), white top and white tennis shoes, she always managed to dress evocatively.

Her rich, heady perfume filled the room with a fragrance clearly designed to turn heads, and I had often wondered why an obviously attractive woman like her never seemed to have loads of men hanging around her.

She seemed to spend all of her time at the club; in fact I couldn’t remember having ever been there when she wasn’t around. “Hello,” she greeted me brightly. “We don’t usually see you midweek. Come for half a game of singles have you?” she teased, acknowledging that I was alone.

“No,” I laughed. “I’m supposed to be meeting Julie here today.”

“Julie?” she questioned, a definite element of surprise in her voice. “Julie A*****?” she affirmed.

“Is that her name? I only know her as Julie,” I told her.

“Shoulder length deep auburn hair?” she asked.

“Yes. That’s right,” I replied brightly. “She said she’d help me with a few flaws in my game,” I told her.

Sarah’s expression changed to one of curious interest. I felt sure she was about to say something, then clearly changed her mind. “Well she’s a very experienced player,” she told me. “I’m sure she’ll be able to teach you no end of… interesting moves.” She seemed to be smirking slightly.

I looked at her, slightly puzzled. “I do hope so,” I replied innocently. “I’ve never been able to beat my regular partner, and I do so want to improve my game.”

“You usually partner with Lynne Hargreaves don’t you?”

“That’s right,” I confirmed.

“Why don’t you play in the doubles at all?” she asked. I had the feeling she was fishing for something. I knew that when Sarah played she only ever played doubles, but oddly enough she never seemed to have a regular partner. She would double up with almost anyone who happened to be around.

“Lynne never seems to want to play anything but singles,” I told her, a little sadly.

“That doesn’t mean that you can’t,” she smiled. She looked me up and down for a few moments. She seemed to be studying me. “Does this mean that Lynne might be free to play doubles with me now?” she asked.

I gave her a puzzled look. ‘What an odd question’ I thought. “I doubt it,” I told her. “As I said, she doesn’t seem to like doubles… but there’s no harm in asking is there,” I added with a smile.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll pick up a lot of new… tricks from… Oh! Talk of the devil. Here’s Julie now,” she said, nodding toward the door.

“Hello Katie,” Julie greeted me as I turned to see her closing the door behind her. “Sorry I’m late,” she apologised.

I glanced up at the clock. It was only just five minutes to two. “You’re not late at all,” I told her. “It’s me… I was way too early,” I told her with a slight laugh.

“You must be keen,” she laughed as she leaned forward to greet me, kissing my cheek.

“I am,” I confided softly. She slid an arm around my back and gave me an affectionate hug, holding me there for a good two or three seconds longer than I felt necessary.

“None of that in the clubhouse,” Sarah teased, with a cautionary wink to Julie.

“Come on,” Julie said, excitedly. “Let’s get out on the court and make a start.”

I picked up my bag and made for the door to the courts, and Julie followed.

“You lucky bitch,” I just managed to hear Sarah whisper. I turned back to see Julie smiling at her, opening her eyes wide and raising her eyebrows as she bit her hd porno lip. The smile on her face was unmistakable, but I said nothing as Julie quickly skipped up to join me.

It was less than two minutes walk past the main courts to the practice area, and there was only one couple playing a match as we passed. I couldn’t remember having seen the woman on the far side of the court before, but I recognised the woman with her back to us. She was the same woman who had been sitting with Julie on the Saturday; the one who had been touching Julie’s arm so — encouragingly.

I looked up at Julie who seemed intent on looking straight ahead and not even acknowledging her. I would later learn that this was Daphne; Julie’s previous regular doubles partner, but I had to assume that something had happened between them to cause a rift.

“So!” Julie turned and smiled. “What would you like to work on first?” she asked, interrupting my thoughts as we walked on.

“I have no idea,” I told her. “Probably best if you treat me as a blank page. We can do whatever you like,” I said. She turned to look at me and I swear there was a peculiar hint of a smile that unnerved me slightly. “At the moment, all I want is to improve enough to beat that Lynne Hargreaves,” I added. I didn’t usually use her surname, but I found myself fuming every time I thought of her now, and I couldn’t hide the venom in my voice. I’d had four days to contemplate how she had been using me to boost her own ego, and every time I thought about it, it angered me more.

“Don’t be unkind,” Julie said softly, “and please try not to get too passionate about it either.” She could see my obvious frustration. “I’m sure she’s not a bad person. She has just been taught to dominate her partner.” She stopped and smiled kindly at me. “Me…” she went on, “I prefer to coax and nurture…” she paused, “to try to bring out the best.”

She slid an arm around my shoulders and for the first time I caught a decent whiff of her perfume; that light and subtle scent I had detected last weekend. I hadn’t noticed it before as we walked, and in the clubhouse it was completely obliterated by Sarah’s heady fragrance. I felt warm and comfortable as we walked on. “Just remember… if you let your anger get the better of you, it will turn back on you,” she told me.

“What does that mean?” I asked, genuinely confused.

“If you allow your emotions to come to a head, that’s when you make mistakes in your game.” She smiled, “But if you can remain calm, and focus on the point you’re playing and nothing else, everything else will fall into place.”

It made a lot of sense.

When we arrived at the court, we dropped our bags on the bench and she reached into a small pocket, pulling out an elasticised hair tie. She faced me as she gathered her beautiful shining reddish-brown mane behind her head, and wrapped the tie around it, pulling it back into a neat pony-tail. As she did so, she exposed a small area of pale shaven flesh under her arms, exciting me more than she could have imagined.

I felt embarrassed that it thrilled me so, but I could hardly tear my attention from it. The only thing that managed to divert my gaze slightly were the firm mounds of her exquisite breasts, seemingly pointing straight at me. Such a perfect size and so shapely, almost teasing me, inviting me to reach for them.

Julie smiled. I thought she might be disconcerted or bothered that I was watching her so closely, but she seemed unconcerned; as if she hadn’t even noticed, although I feel certain that she did. “What shall we start with then?” she asked, as she finished tying her hair.

“Like I said, I’ll do whatever you want,” I told her, purposely using an open innuendo. I think I was testing the water; trying to see if she would pick up on it. I felt inexplicably attracted to her. No… that’s completely the wrong word. There was nothing inexplicable about it. She was gorgeous and I had ‘always’ been attracted to other girls. She was a few years older than me but she was still a young woman and I found her dangerously enticing.

I was hoping and praying that she would like me the way I couldn’t help liking her. But I was afraid. I had never had any relationship with another girl before, in fact I’d never had much of a relationship with anyone before, and the very idea of it scared me. I really had no clue what I was doing. Suddenly I felt I shouldn’t be there. I wanted to run away, but that would be foolish. ‘Get a grip girl’, I thought. ‘She’s come here to help me with my tennis. That’s all,’ I told myself.

“OK,” she began, after tormenting my imagination with her lithe womanly charms for what seemed like an eternity, “Let’s knock a ball around for a few minutes and I’ll watch how well you move.”

“Fine,” I agreed, somewhat relieved that we were actually going to play some tennis after all.

She served the first ball underarm, and I hit it back quite fast, passing her about two feet away. “Sorry,” she called, with a laugh. “I didn’t realise we were having a match,” she sex izle joked.

“Sorry,” I replied. “I don’t often get to hit a ball I can reach easily.”

“That will change,” she said. “Don’t you ever have a knock-about with Lynne?” she asked.

“No, I can’t remember that ever happening,” I told her.

“Not even a warm-up?” She looked shocked.

“No,” I shook my head.

She dropped her gaze, shaking her head in apparent disbelief, the dark pony-tail gently lashing her neck, so soft and alluring. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. “Even the professionals have a warm-up. How could she expect you to ever find your rhythm?” she asked. It was a rhetorical question. “OK. Let’s just try to keep this going for as long as we can,” she said. “I want to see how you move.”

“What did you think when you watched Lynne and I play on Saturday?” I asked.

“To be completely honest, most of the points were over in one or two strokes. You didn’t get into a rally once.”

“True,” I agreed.

She served again and this time we kept the ball going for about ten strokes. “That was better. Let’s just keep doing that for a few minutes.”

We played a few short rallies before she stopped and came around to my side of the court. “Is something wrong?” I asked.

She smiled kindly. “Hmmm… Where do I start?” she said softly, her smile drawing my gaze to those full, inviting lips.

I was tempted to say, ‘anywhere you like’, but I felt way too shy to make a bold move like that.

“OK. Let’s start with your stroke. Keep still,” she said as she moved around behind me. She placed her right hand over mine and guided me, resting her left hand flat on my tummy, and immediately I began to feel a tingle in my body and butterflies in my tummy. She began swinging my arm, with the racquet, in slow clockwise sweeps. “How does that feel?” she asked.

“Fine,” I said, turning my head slightly toward hers. Her face was so close she could have kissed me, but she just smiled, her sweet, minty breath playing on my cheek.

“OK. One thing I noticed straight away is… you tend to chop at the ball, slicing it, which puts a back spin on it.” She looked straight at me, just inches from my face and I began to tingle again – down there, but she was still talking tennis. “That’s fine once now and then if you want to change the pace, or maybe if you’re out of court and you want a little more time to move to a central part…” she paused, looking at me again, “but if you do that all the time your opponent will come to expect it. Slowing the pace gives her an advantage too. It gives her time to get in position and whack the ball past you.

“The last downer is that the backspin can pull the ball down and into the net. If instead, you sweep the racquet upwards as you strike the ball, it tends to lift the ball over the net, plus it gives it a bit of top-spin and it flies faster.

“See?” she smiled, demonstrating.

I nodded. Her face was so close to mine and I was almost trembling.

“Next, your feet are all wrong.”

“They’re the only ones I have,” I joked.

She gave me a wry, pathetic look. “Come on sweetie… be serious,” she said, giving me a quick squeeze around the waist and pressing her cheek against my forehead.

She stepped away slightly. “Stand as if you’re ready to receive a service.” I just stood up straight with my racquet out to the right. “OK. Three things wrong here.”

“Three?” I echoed. She ignored my apparent surprise.

“First, you’re unstable.”

“Well, I’ve been called some things…” I laughed.

“Come on Katie. Be serious,” she reasoned. “We have a lot to get through.” She was beginning to sound like my mother.

“Sorry. How do you mean then?”

“Your feet are too close together, she said.

“Why?” I could see she thought I was challenging her, so I added. “How does that help?”

“With your feet apart, you can move off quickly in either direction. Try standing to attention, then launching yourself to the left or right quickly. It takes probably half a second longer to get moving. In that time the ball will probably have passed you.”

“Ohhh…”

“Next, your centre of gravity is too high. You need to crouch slightly. If you lower your centre of gravity you can push off with either leg very quickly.”

“Ohhh… Oh. I see,” I smiled.

“Want to see the difference?” she asked.

“OK,” I agreed, uncertainly.

“Right. Stand your old way, as if you’re ready to receive.” I stood straight up with my feet about six inches apart. She moved to my side and gave my shoulder a push. I toppled, staggering to keep myself from falling.

“Why did you do that?”

“You’re unstable,” she repeated. “Now stand with your feet apart as I told you.” I did as she instructed and she pushed me again with the same force. There was little or no effect. She pushed harder, and still I was able to resist falling. I turned and smiled.

“You see? Now let’s try the crouch.” She went back to her side altyazılı porn of the net. “I’m going to serve a ball about six feet to your right. Prepare to receive it your old way.”

I stood as before and watched her toss the ball high in the air. Her head went back and I was fascinated with her beautiful slender neck, the firm, full breasts reaching up, and that lovely clean bare underarm, but I knew I should be concentrating. She took a swing at the ball, which shot past me before I could move.

“Weren’t you ready?” she called. I could have sworn she was smirking.

“Sorry,” I called back. “I think I was distracted,” I added with a little bashful smile.” Can we do it again?”

“As many times as it takes,” she smiled, tossing another ball up. This time I was paying attention. It followed almost exactly the same flight path, but this time I was there. I got my racquet close but it was just out of reach.

“OK. That was good. Now try the way I showed you. Feet apart and crouch.” She served again, and for the third time an almost identical service. This time I was off like a shot. I returned it but it went out.

“Oh…” I sighed.

“What’s wrong? That was good wasn’t it?”

“I put it out,” I whined.

“But you got it back. We can work on the accuracy later. That’s good Katie. That’s really good. Can you see the difference?”

I had to admit that I found it much easier to reach, and it was easily as fast as one of Lynne’s serves.

“How did you manage to hit it in the same place every time?” I asked.

“Don’t worry about that for now. We’ll work on your service another week,” she smiled. “How long have we been out here?” she asked.

I thought it a bit of a random question but I replied, “Oh. Probably fifteen minutes I guess?”

“And already you’re seeing an improvement,” she said, a certain satisfaction in her manner.

“Yes. You’re right,” I agreed.

“OK, look. We’ll give it an hour and then take a rest. Are you OK for an hour today. There’s a lot we need to work on.”

I nodded. “A bit longer if we need it,” I offered.

“Good. The next thing is… you’re holding the racquet ready to return with a forehand.”

“That’s my best shot?” I reasoned.

“Probably so,” she replied, “but after a few points your opponent will know that too, and very likely serve to your backhand. It may take you another half second to get your racquet into position, by which time the ball is long gone.”

“Ohhh…” I groaned.

“Don’t be downhearted Katie. These are all things we can fix with a little work,” she smiled.

“OK. What’s the third thing?” I asked.

“It’s your grip sweetie, but we’ll skip that for now. I’m going to make you work up a sweat today my love.” She called me ‘My love.’ I was thrilled. “Let’s have a run around now. Keep the ball moving. Don’t worry if it goes out. Just keep returning it.”

She served underarm and we hit the ball back and forth for what seemed like an eternity, but in truth it was only about five minutes. Each time I dropped a ball (she rarely missed it), she would call out things like, ‘Keep it going – Try not to stop – I don’t want you to rest yet.’

Finally she caught the ball and we stopped. “OK… she said, Take a rest now.” I dropped my racquet to the ground and leaned over, resting my hands on my knees, gasping for air.

She strolled over to me and put a comforting hand on my back, just below my neck. “Are you OK sweetie?” she asked, smiling kindly.

I just looked up, panting, and I nodded, unable to speak for a moment. She hardly looked out of breath. “How come… you’re… not tired?” I managed to gasp as she rubbed my back gently. It felt good.

She laughed softly. “It was a lesson in kind sweetie. You were doing all the running,” she told me. “You were concentrating so hard on returning the ball, you weren’t aiming it. It came straight back to me each time so that made it easy for me. I didn’t have to run, so I’m not out of breath.”

I had recovered enough to raise myself, and I stared at her in amazement. I was about to speak when she said, “Don’t be upset. It was just a necessary practical example. You’ll build your stamina as we go on, but you need to see for yourself how easily a skilled opponent can quickly wear you down.”

I looked at her sideways, but I had to accept that what she said was true. We walked over to the bench as she went on. “One game like that, even just a couple of points, could tire you so much, it could lose you an entire set, possibly even the match.”

“I hadn’t realised that learning could be so exhausting,” I said as we sat down together and she put an encouraging arm around my shoulders to comfort me. She seemed to be holding me for rather longer than necessary, and while I didn’t mind, I felt it a little uncomfortable in case anyone should see us. It was then that I really noticed her perfume, such a faint, subtle scent in the outside air, yet so alluring.

“Oh…” she said mysteriously, “I have lots more things in store to tire ‘you’ sweetie,” she said, turning to face me and giving my shoulders an affectionate hug. Her thumb idly caressed the top of my shoulder close to my neck and I closed my eyes. I felt whacked but I was in heaven.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older when in sexual situations.

It was a kernel of an idea that morphed into this story. I decided to bring in Prisha, a favorite of mine from “Rising from the Ashes.” Thank you for voting on my stories and providing me with comments.

There’s a small bit of BDSM in this story. I couldn’t help it. The story wanted to write itself this way. Apologies to those that are sensitive to a little bit of bondage and spanking.

Mistress SWP

*****

It was one night in an endless string of dark, cold winter nights in New York City. The trees lining the Avenue of the Americas had long ago lost their leaves, standing barren, and waiting patiently for spring. The high temperature for the day was twelve degrees, with the wind chill taking it down to a balmy minus ten.

I left my high rise office building in Midtown Manhattan just after six, and it was already pitch black outside. There was a large Christmas tree in the lobby and garlands hanging from the lamp posts outside celebrating the arrival of Christmas, but no one on the street seemed to be in the holiday mood, just in the mood to get home out of the howling wind and the cold.

I fought though the crowded sidewalks to the bus stop for the 55 line, careful not to slip on the black ice that lurked under the light dusting of snow that fell that day. I arrived at the bus stop with about fifty other healthy souls. Our collective breaths appeared as a large cloud of steam, to be carried away by the stiff icy cold breeze that whipped between the skyscrapers lining Main Street for corporate America.

I was clutching the handles of a brown paper bag that held leftover cake from a party celebrating my fifth work anniversary, mindful of the people around me inadvertently bumping into the bag and crushing the cardboard cake box inside. The wind cut through my down coat and the clothes underneath, making me dream of a steaming hot bath when I got back home. The bus arrived, and the assembled crowd boarded in a more orderly fashion than I would have expected, given the intolerable conditions outside. I was one of the last to board, and stuffed myself between two businessmen and a woman with a young child, holding the paper bag close to me and trying to find solid footing for the ride.

As the heat level rose inside the packed bus, it lurched forward into the commute traffic. I grabbed for the handle above me as I bumped into a businessman wearing a sharp navy cashmere coat. He managed a weak smile as I apologized. Through the window I saw a couple leaning into the wind as they walked on the sidewalk alongside the bus, making faster progress than the gridlocked vehicles.

I transferred to the 21, for the crosstown portion of the trip. Another packed bus, people pressing against one another in their heavy winter coats. My silk blouse was now sticking to my back, my bra straps were digging into my shoulders, and my feet were sweating in my snow boots. It felt like a sauna inside and there were no vent windows to open. I closed my eyes and willed the last fifteen minutes of the ride to pass as quickly as possible.

The bus finally got to my stop, and I pushed through the standing room crowd to get to the rear exit, alighting the bus into a small snowbank that was taller than the tops of my boots. Fresh powder fell inside them and onto my sweating feet. A blast of cold air gave me a harsh reminder that I was outside again, and the sweat that had formed on my brow started to freeze.

I trudged through the newly fallen snow to my apartment building on the Lower East Side, a pre-World War Two brick four story walk-up. I checked my mailbox. Three bills, including an electric bill addressed to “Christian Cooper,” and a brochure for an all-inclusive resort on some Caribbean island. Couldn’t they get my name right? I’d seen every possible way to spell “Kristin” (Cristin, Kristen, Christin … you get the idea). I threw the mail into my paper bag.

I hiked up the stairs to my fourth floor apartment, still clutching the bag holding the cake box, with the snow inside my boots having melted and causing the inner soles to squish with each labored step. At the top of stairs I wanted to do nothing more than throw off my coat and kick off my waterlogged snow boots.

There was still snow on the shoulders of my down jacket when I opened the door to my apartment, a modest one bedroom with a partial view of the East River. The apartment was hot. The radiator, also circa 1930, was crackling and belching heat, ignoring the dictates of my thermostat.

I put my soggy snow boots into the plastic tray I bought for just that reason and hung up my wet down coat. I hung the scarf my mother knitted for me porno indir on the coat hook next to my soggy coat. I cursed the New York winters and the biting cold wind that roared across the Hudson River and through Manhattan. Every day this past month I had to brave the snow and transit delays to get to my job because it was too dangerous to take the scooter I used when the weather was good. I wondered how I ended up cold and alone in a four story walk-up.

As I was feeling a bit sorry for myself I saw a flash of white down the short hallway.

“Mr. Pibb,” I called out. “Kitty!”

Mr. Pibb was my rescue Siamese cat. My guess was that he was about four now, but as athletic as ever. He was tearing down the hallway to get out of first gear. Usually he’d be at the door to greet me. I chased him down in the bedroom and held him against me so he could drape his snow white paws across my shoulder. He purred as I stroked his fur.

“Mr. Pibb, have you been naughty today?” I asked, half expecting him to answer.

He looked at me in that inscrutable cat way. God help me if he barfed on the bathroom carpet or had scratched up the new upholstered chair in the bedroom.

“Well … tell me,” I urged my mysterious feline.

“Meow,” he replied, and wiggled out of my arms, scampering down the hall.

Mr. Pibb was one of the few joys in my life. When I was a kid, I took a shining to Mr. Pibb, a beverage with a unique flavor (like Dr. Pepper), that Coca-Cola no longer produced. I went to a cat adoption event at a local art museum a few years back. I was there to keep a friend company and I ended up forming a strong bond with a young male Siamese cat who couldn’t have more than three months old. I was charmed by his personality and his four snowshoe white feet. It made perfect sense for me to adopt him and to name him Mr. Pibb. He was quirky as hell and I loved him for it.

Most cats are finicky. They change their mind. But there was one thing that was consistent with Mr. Pibb. He only liked me. I brought a number of people into the apartment, friends, relatives and an occasional girlfriend, and Mr. Pibb always found a reason why they didn’t measure up to his standards. He’d run away and hide (usually under my bed) until the company was gone. He usually slept on the end of the bed, or if I was lucky, under the covers with me.

My building had stairs, but no elevator. For me, it was four flights of stairs up, four flights of stairs down. You had to be sure you had everything with you when you left the apartment. It happened more than once that I got down to the street, only to discover I forgot something I had to have.

There was an advantage that outweighed the four stories of stairs, the antiquated heating system (there was no air conditioning), and the occasional rat in the downstairs laundry area – it was cheap, rent-controlled cheap. I was paying $725 a month for an apartment that would go for at least $4,000.

I didn’t get the apartment by luck, it was rather by design, and that should give you an idea of the way my mind worked. I had a co-worker, Dale, who worked with me at my prior job. He used to occupy this apartment. He was single, and when the family business back in Wyoming needed him, he decided to move back there to run it. I didn’t know Dale well, but it was well-known among his friends and co-workers that he had a sweet deal on his rent-controlled apartment. When he told everyone he was leaving my mind couldn’t help but concoct a scheme that allowed me to assume the lease on his apartment.

The next day I stopped by his cube and offered to take him out to lunch. He was flattered by the invitation (I think he had a crush on me but didn’t know I was a lesbian) and immediately accepted. At the time I was making even less than I’m making now (which still isn’t much), but picked a hot new restaurant that was a bit outside my budget for lunch. It served impossible burgers, and I had to admit they were quite good. Dale was impressed as well, and when he was cleaning off the remainder of the French fries on his plate I hit him with my scheme. I think he was looking at my breasts at the time, which were prominently displayed by my v-neck sweater I wore just for him.

I told him I knew a friend of a friend whose side business was producing high quality forged documents. We could get fake driver’s licenses and a marriage certificate with an embossed seal and use them to convince the landlord that we were married. I promised to pay him $250 a month, and if he did come back to New York in the next five years, I would give the apartment back to him. That was three years ago. I planned to get fake divorce papers produced and give them to the landlord at the five year mark so the lease would be in my name only.

I was sitting in my apartment trying to appreciate the fact that I was saving over three thousand dollars a month while the radiator was belching and hissing. I looked at my ragtag collection of Ikea and rokettube second hand furniture and the cheap knick knacks sitting on them. I had been working in a high profile Wall Street firm for five years and I had precious little to show for it.

The firm had celebrated my five year anniversary that evening after the work day was over. We had cake in the reception area (right after we locked the doors for the day) and champagne in the lobby. I thought it was well done, and had taken a couple slices of the cake home in the cardboard box I had so fastidiously guarded on the way home. I opened the box on the kitchen table and grabbed a carton of milk out of the fridge and a fork out of the silverware drawer.

I sat down at the table and poured myself a glass of milk and stabbed the leftover cake with my fork. Mr. Pibb jumped up on the table and tried to take a drink out of my glass of milk.

“Bad kitty,” I admonished him, pulling the glass closer to me.

“Meow?” answered Mr. Pibb, as inscrutable as ever.

I took another bite of cake, chocolate, from the bakery on the ground floor of our office building that I loved but couldn’t afford. I weighed my prospects and they were few. I was a thirty year old single female in New York City with a little more than $3,000 in her checking and savings accounts and about $100,000 in her 401(k) (that she could collect without penalty in twenty-nine short years). I was working in the bowels of a prestigious brokerage firm on Wall Street, processing wire transfers. Even with my heavily discounted rent, the most I ever saved in a month was $250. I was stuck in my job and stuck in New York City.

I finished the cake, ignoring the fact that I had been eating salads for lunch and dinner the last week to shed those last five pesky pounds, and poured the remaining milk from my glass into a small bowl. Mr. Pibb quickly lapped up the remainder of the lukewarm liquid, licking his whiskers and giving me a look of gratitude when he finished.

Now mind you I did say stuck in New York City. I’m not one of those “I love New York City” people that love living there. It’s fine, it’s a big city, but after you’ve lived there several years there are facets of the city that would grind on you. The noise, the incessant crowds, the gridlocked traffic, the biting cold of the winter, and the smell of rotting garbage in the hot, humid summer, would all make you wish you could live in a place with a slower tempo and peace and quiet. I had that wish.

* * *

I work for a conservative company and still had to wear a blouse, skirt and heels to work. That morning I forgot to put my office heels in my backpack and arrived at my cube in my snow boots. I bent over and slid open the door of the low rise storage cabinet that doubled as a credenza. I pulled out my emergency heels, a pair of black pumps with four inch stiletto heels. I wore them last year to the Christmas party (I was solicited by four guys) and stashed them as my emergency pair of shoes after the Christmas party because my feet were killing me.

I put the heels on and instantly picked up almost three inches in height from my normal shoes. The glossy black pumps elongated my calves, making them more attractive. I went over to a cube not far from mine to seek out Prisha Reddy, a woman who joined our firm about two years ago and became my friend almost from the day she joined us. She was an account manager, and a rising star in the firm. Prisha was also gay, a closeted lesbian of Indian descent. She grew up in London, attending one of the better known prep schools, was wicked smart with a caustic sense of humor. She wheeled around in her desk chair, stood up, and gave me a thorough once over.

“Kristin, look at you girl,” she commented in the King’s English as her gaze lingered on my emergency footwear. Prisha’s colorful sarong caught my eye. I was looking at her while she was looking at me. She was tall and curvy, her olive complexion complimenting her long, wavy black hair. Even though we were good friends there was always an underlying sexual tension between us. Neither of us had acted on our baser impulses because we didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship. But that uneasy truce could end at any time.

“Little early for the ‘fuck me’ pumps, isn’t it?” she asked, making me feel more self-conscious than I already was. I tugged on my skirt to cover more of my knees.

“Forgot my shoes. Had to wear the pair I stashed after the last Christmas party.” It sounded lame because it was.

A broad smile washed across her face. “You mean the party where all the guys were drooling all over you?” I guess my dress that night was pretty revealing. What Prisha said was common knowledge in the office.

“The same. Although it wasn’t just guys.” I stood a bit straighter making my tits stand out even more. I could see that she was watching me. We liked to tease each other.

“You little slut. I knew you were a tease.” Her face showed true affection, porno and maybe more.

I had to change the subject before we escalated the obvious sexual overtones. “Got anything for me?” I asked, getting back to business.

“Just two.” She spun her desk chair around and picked up some paperwork off her desk. She handed me two slips of paper. I took a quick look at them – a $500,000 wire transfer to a bank in Frankfurt and a $1 million transfer to a bank in Grand Cayman, the largest of the islands making up the British Territory of the Cayman Islands.

“Going to see the Ice Maiden?” she asked, knowing the answer but wanting to give me another gentle poke.

“Yep. You know I have to.” The Ice Maiden was Doreen Johannson, the head of the interbank transfer department. Her department handled all of the wire transfers to and from our office. She was called that behind her back because of her icy exterior and her voluptuous body. Though she was the most attractive woman in the office, no one knew if she was straight or gay, as she had never brought a date to any of the firm functions, nor had she ever mentioned the existence of a boyfriend or a girlfriend.

“What’s her gig?” Prisha knew that I worked with Doreen on a daily basis. She was fishing for something that was gossip worthy.

I didn’t have anything. I would have shared it if I did. “I just think she’s wound a bit tight.”

“That’s being kind,” my Indian beauty said to me. “I heard that she practically bit the head off an intern who didn’t file the wire transfer forms to her liking – had him clean out his desk that day.”

“I heard that story. I’m not sure it’s true …”

“But she’s a looker. I’ve always wondered if she’s straight or if she’s gay.” Prisha was always on the prowl.

I threw up my hands. “I’ve never gotten a clue one way or another and I’m too chicken to ask.”

Prisha liked to gossip. She shared the only juicy tidbit she had. “Grace in accounting told me that she saw her at a gay bar in the East Village.” Prisha rattled off the name and the bar and the address.

I shrugged it off. “Grace told me the same thing, but you have to consider the source.”

Grace was the office gossip. You had to take everything she said with a grain of salt. I did.

Prisha wanted to continue talking about her favorite subject. Maybe she had a thing for the Ice Maiden. “Well … if she was gay I wouldn’t mind feasting on those luscious tits of hers. She’s a Scandinavian goddess in my book.”

“Prisha!” I admonished her. Her neighbors could hear our conversation if they wanted to.

“Fuck them,” Prisha said in a whisper. “I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking.”

I worked so closely and so long with Doreen that I stopped noticing what she was wearing or the perfume that she had on. But Prisha was right. I’d secretly lusted after Doreen as well, but my relationship with her was always strictly business, and I had long ago given up any hope of anything more.

I left Prisha’s cube and made the rounds with the other account managers, gathering a half dozen jumbo wire transfers that required wet signatures. Even though all of our transactions were ultimately completed electronically, transfers over $100,000 required two wet signatures on an approved transfer form and three signatures for transfers over $1 million. I was in charge of collecting all of the wire transfer orders, reconfirming the details with the initiating broker, collecting the signatures, and then delivering them in person to the interbank transfer department. On an average day, I would handle about $5 million in wire transfers.

I made the long walk to the interbank transfer department on the opposite side of the building. A bit unsteady on my high heels, I walked carefully down the long aisle that ran through the center of the building. I tried to avert my eyes from the men and women inside the cubes I passed who leered at me in my sexy heels.

I looked for Doreen. Even though she ruled the department with an iron fist and had a gruff exterior to match, I found in my five years working with her that she was much more pleasant than her office wide reputation. I never thought of her as an “Ice Maiden” and believed the moniker was undeserved. She was tough, but she was fair.

Doreen was fastidious in her wire transfer procedures and insisted that I hand the jumbo wire transfers directly to her, and her only. Her assistant, a male in his 20’s, and teddy bear cute, told me that she would be just a couple more minutes. Two guys standing by a cube, holding mugs of coffee, stole glances at me as I wobbled on my dressy heels.

I could see and hear her chattering in her office behind a closed glass door. She had Nordic blonde hair, and the morning sun caught it just right as she pivoted in her chair to look at me. She crooked her finger, which was my cue to go into her office. I opened the glass door and saw the same thing I saw every day for the last five years. Her desk was made of clear glass, and the only things on her desk were an in box that held her paper correspondence and a framed picture of her with the President of the company. Best as I could tell in the hundreds of times I’d been in her office, she had no personal life.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

————————————–

Here’s the usual disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, sexually oriented, adult fiction. None of the characters are real. I’ve made it all up.

————————————

Angel and Emi never left the condo that weekend. In fact, the most clothes either of them put on was simply a pair of panties after they got out of bed each morning. They took great pleasure in just relaxing and enjoying each other. They did make love several more times and Emi found out that she could give Angel pleasure just as Angel had done for her.

They were still in the condo on Sunday night when Angel’s pager went off. She checked the number and called in. It was her agent with a message for Emi. It seems that Mrs. Beecham had already used her influence and had gotten some work for Emi. The agent wanted to know if Angel had seen Emi since Friday night at the Beecham estate.

“Here’s the deal Angel, I got a flight booked for Emi to L.A. tomorrow morning. It leaves from Miami at 6am. She’s gonna have to get up way early, but she’s gotta be on that flight,” the agent told her.

Angel was a little disappointed that their weekend was going to come to such an abrupt end, but she was happy that Emi was going to get some good experience doing a big pro shoot.

“Okay. Emi’s actually here with me, so I’ll tell her what to do and she can pickup the ticket at the airport.”

Emi’s there with you? I’ve been trying to call her since yesterday morning. What have you girls been doing?”

“Just girl stuff, nothing that concerns you,” Angel replied as she winked at Emi.

They ended the conversation and Angel told Emi what was going on. Since it was now Sunday night and the flight was first thing the next morning, Emi was very concerned about getting home to pack a bag. Angel calmed her down.

“Hey babygirl, I got you covered. I’ve got a closet full of clothes here. I’ve got makeup. I’ve got whatever you need. We can pack you a bag right here and I’ll drive you to the airport in the morning.”

“Really Angel? I love you, I really do,” the teenager said with relief as she hugged her beautiful friend

As they separated, Angel finished telling the girl about the plans. Emi was going to be doing the shoot for 2 days and her flight back was on Thursday morning.

“Don’t forget that I’m going to be doing the shoot out in the Everglades on Wednesday and Thursday. You will probably get back before me.”

Angel went to a drawer near the front door, took out a pass card, and gave it to Emi.

“This place is going to be empty for 2 more weeks and I’m going to stay here. Do you want to stay too?” Angel asked as she nuzzled the girl’s soft cheek.

Emi plucked the pass card from Angel’s fingers.

“Of course I want to stay here. I want to be anywhere that you are Angel.”

The two girls kissed and then Angel led Emi to the bedroom so they could pack Emi’s bag.

The next morning, Angel delivered Emi to the airport on time and the girl was off on her first big-time shoot. Angel felt very happy for her, but also a little sad that Emi was going to be so far away. Angel would have gone with her, but she knew that the Everglades shoot was in the way.

Angel spent the next 2 days just knocking around the condo and walking on the beach. That was one thing she enjoyed about modeling, once you got a little success under your belt, you could pick and choose what you wanted to do so your free time was better and more frequent.

Since the shoot was only about 45 miles away, the customer had arranged for Angel to drive out with the photographer and the stylist, who were a husband and wife team named Pete and Sarah Robinson. Angel was okay with that, she knew both of them fairly well and the ride was short anyway.

Angel was thinking about Emi a lot and remembering their weekend together. She missed her and was looking forward to Emi’s return. It must have showed on her too as they crew kept telling her how radiant she looked and Pete said she had never looked more beautiful.

The shoot wrapped on time and Angel got her stuff together for the return drive. They were loaded up quickly and headed back on the small two-lane road back to Miami. There was no traffic at all and Pete, who was driving, must have been anxious to get to the darkroom and develop his film because he was way over the speed limit.

They had only driven about 10 miles when a set of flashing lights appeared behind them. Pete swore to himself and pulled over. There was a long wait as the police car sat behind them with it’s lights flashing. The photographer was trying to see what the delay was in the rear view mirror. Finally, 2 rather large police officers got out. Both were pretty beefy individuals, not tall, but stocky and tough looking. Both pulled on hats as they got out and were wearing big mirrored sunglasses.

The 2 cops separated with one walking up each side of the car. The bigger of the two came to the driver’s side facing Pete.

“Let’s türkçe altyazılı porno see your license and registration son,” the office growled.

“Yes sir, got it right here,” Pete said as he handed his license out the window.

A big hand smashed into his hand and grabbed his chin. It shoved his head back against his seat as the officer bent down to look him in the eye. Angel and Sarah were shocked and were staring at the officer holding Jim by the chin.

The officer, removed the hat and glasses and looked at Jim.

“You some kind of smart ass son? Or are you just to stupid to know a woman when you see one?” the officer demanded.

Angel took a good look at the beefy officer and realized she was indeed a woman. A quick look out the window on the other side confirmed that officer was female too.

“Ah….no…..sorry, the sun was in my eyes and I didn’t get a good look at you,” Pete stammered.

“I’m still waiting for that license and registration,” the officer said.

Pete, still with his chin clamped in the officer’s vise grip fingers felt in his lap for the license and registration. He found them and handed them out the window. The officer finally let his chin go as she looked at each.

In the meantime, the officer on the other side of the car had been looking in at Sarah and Angel. Angel had locked eyes with the woman for a moment and she thought that the officer might have recognized her. The officer took a second and a third look then walked to the back of the car.

“Hey sarge, can I see you for a moment?” she said to the first officer.

The two spoke at the back of the car for a moment then walked to the patrol car. Pete was watching them in the mirror.

“What are they doing?” Sarah asked.

“I dunno. It looks like they’re looking at a magazine or something back there,” he replied.

After a few minutes, the 2 officers walked back to the car.

“Okay, I’m going to let you go, but you need to keep your speed down. But before you go, I need this little lady in the back seat to step out of the car. She looks like a drug courier we’re been looking for.”

“No, no, no. This young lady is a fashion model, Angel Enriquez, perhaps you’ve heard of her. She’s no drug courier,” Pete tried to explain.

The second officer yanked Angel’s door open and said, “Out of the car miss, right now.”

Pete tried to intervene again but found his chin locked in the vise grip again.

“You need to watch yourself son. You don’t want to get arrested for interfering with a police officer now do you?”

Angel climbed from the backseat and the officer directed her to put her hands on the sides of the car. Angel had dressed comfortably that morning and was wearing an old button down shirt, tied up around her waist and a denim miniskirt. If the officer was going to frisk her, there wasn’t going to be a lot of places to search.

Sure enough, the officer did begin to frisk her. She put her beefy hands on Angel’s legs right above her knees and let them slide up the smooth skin. One hand drifted to the front of the skirt as they other went up and under the back. The big dyke took her time as she got a good feel of Angel’s firm rear end. Pete and Sarah watched as Angel squirmed under the woman’s touch.

After a minute, the officer brought her hand from under the skirt and took hold of the girl’s slim waist. She ran her hands from front to back as she felt the girl’s flat stomach. Her hands went to the front and held Angel as she pressed her own large body against Angel’s back. Her hands traveled up until she was holding both of Angel’s breasts.

“Well, well,” she whispered in Angel’s ear, “looks like you’re not wearing a bra.”

“I think we got probable cause here Thelma. Put the cuffs on that little lady when you’re done searching her.”

“You got it sarge,” the second officer said.

The seargent went back to Pete’s window.

“We’re going to have to detain this little lady to check out her story and estabilish her identity. If she is who she says she is, you can come pick her up at the Ichetucknee County Sheriff’s Office tomorrow.”

“But I told you, she is Angel Enriquez and she….” Pete started to say.

“Listen now, I warned you one time, start your car and get out of here. I ain’t ever heard of no Angel Enriquez. This little lady is our prisoner now and we’ll find out who she is. You can count on that.”

The second officer had put handcuff’s on Angel. Sarah turned in her seat to look as Angel was being led to the police car. She saw that Angel’s shirt had come untied and looked half-unbuttoned too. With her hands pulled to her back, the shirt was mostly open and her breasts were clearly visible.

There was a pause as Pete debated what to do. Finally he started the car and drove away leaving Angel in the hands of the 2 big dykes. She was put into the back seat of the car and the seargent got in with her. The second officer got in behind the wheel, put the car in xnxx gear and then turned it around, heading away from Miami.

As they drove, Angel looked down on the floor of the police car. The magazine the 2 cops had been looking at was lying there. It wasn’t a magazine at all. It was an issue of the Caliente swimsuit catalog and there was Angel, big as life, right on the cover.

Angel thought to herself, “So, they do know who I am. Maybe they just want to have some fun. Guess it wouldn’t hurt to play along.”

“Hey Florence, are you sure you searched our prisoner thoroughly?” the seargent asked. “Maybe I better double check,” she said as she began to put her hands on Angel.

Her shirt being half off, the seargent had no trouble removing it the rest of the way and pushing it down to the handcuffs. The big dyke took a good luck at Angel’s luscious upper body. Her big hand reached out to cup a tanned breast. She felt it gently as she let Angel’s nipple slip between her fingers. She squeezed her fingers together and pinched the pink bud between her knuckles. Angel sucked a small sharp breath as she felt a jolt of electricity.

“So, you like the rough stuff,” the seargent said, “that’ll work out right nice.”

The big dyke sat silently as she fondled Angel the whole time the car drove back to the sheriff’s office. Finally, it stopped in front of a small run down building in a equally run down town. The 2 cops pulled Angel from the back seat and led her into the office. Once inside, they took the handcuffs off her. She tried to pull her shirt back on, but the seargent wouldn’t let her.

“We’re all ladies here little missy. No need to be shy,” she laughed as she pulled Angel’s shirt off of her and tossed it aside.

“I thought you said you didn’t know who I was? I saw the catalog on the floor of the car. You know exactly who I am. The question is, what do you want from me.” Angel said to the big dyke.

There was a moment of silence, then the seargent walked to Angel and pushed her back against the door of a small holding cell. Angel felt the cold metal bars against her back as the seargent held her arms and pushed her firmly against the bars.

“Well little lady, all I know is that I need a little cooperation from you. You see, Florence and I are the law in this town, so it’s up to us to interogate our prisoners.”

Angel took note of the word cooperation and lifted her hands over her head to grab 2 of the bars. As she did, her beautiful naked breasts rose and jutted out at the 2 dykes.

“Okay, I guess I’m ready to cooperate,” Angel told them.

The 2 dykes looked at each other quickly as they each thought that it had never been this easy before.

The front door was quickly locked and the phone was taken off the hook. The 2 women kept their eyes on the half naked young girl before them as they began to strip off their police gear. Hats, belts, and badges were dropped to the floor as the 2 stripped to down to uniforms only. Angel watched as they worked at the buttons of their shirts and the clasps on their pants. The spectacle of it was making Angel flush as she realized that she was about to be taken by these 2 giant women.

The seargent pulled of her shirt first and quickly removed her enormous bra. Two giant breasts fell out each tipped with large dark nipples. Angel thought she could see a ring of dark hairs around each nipple. The other officer finally removed her shirt and bra as well. She too had enormous breasts and Angel found herself staring in amazement.

“So little girl, have you ever seen anything like these,” the seargent asked her as they pressed their breasts against Angel’s.

Angel wriggled as the enormous mounds mashed into her. She could feel the weight of them as they engulfed her.

“Florence, why don’t you finish stripping our prisoner. I think we need to make sure she isn’t hiding any drugs.”

The officer moved her hands to Angel’s skirt and quickly unfastened it. She yanked it down Angel’s slender legs until it fell at the girl’s feet. She hooked her fat fingers under each side of Angel’s panties and pulled them down slowly until they also fell to the girl’s feet. Once she stood back up straight and got her enourmous body out of the way, the seargent got a look at Angel’s smooth pussy for the first time.

“Would you look at that Florence! This girl shaves her privates! Don’t that beat all,” she exclaimed.

The seargent pressed close to Angel and let her hand cup over the girl’s smooth sex.

“Actually, I think that is quite erotic. It kinda gets me hot,” the big dyke said.

Angel couldn’t help but wiggle a bit as she felt the woman’s fingers resting on her pussy. She could tell that she was starting to get a little wet from the anticipation of what was about to happen. She tried to stand still as the seargents fingers moved ever so slightly over her lips. Her mouth opened slightly as she felt the tip of one finger slide into her pussy and stop.

“I think this young lady is getting porno izle kinda horny Florence. We better proceed.”

The 2 big cops guided Angel to a table in the middle of a jail cell. They got her on top and made her lie back flat. The table was cold metal and Angel’s skin flushed with goose bumps as the coldness met her skin. The table was fairly short so that her head was at one end and her legs hung over the other. The 2 cops pulled her arms over her head and fastened the handcuffs through a small bolt and back on her wrists. Then they pushed her legs apart and with 2 leather straps, they secured the girl’s slender legs.

Angel was now totally vulnerable on the table before them. Her incredible body was naked and stretched out on the metal table. Her breasts jutted into the air and each of the dyke cops took the opportunity to grab one .

“What are you going to do to me,” Angel whimpered.

“Well, we’re just going to get ourselves some,” the seargent replied.

And with that, the 2 big cops descended on Angel. One of them began to suckle the girl’s breasts as the other put her hands on Angel’s thighs and began to massage her. Angel let out a low moan as her body was betrayed by it’s own sensuality. She realized that the other young girls that had been here before her had probably struggled and cried. But she wasn’t scared, in fact, she was probably going to enjoy this as much as the 2 cops.

The seargent was giving the girl’s breasts a good working over. She was thinking about how she had been looking at Angel in the catalog for months now and had been using her fingers to get herself off while staring at Angel’s golden body in each picture. She couldn’t believe that she now had that same body right here on her “interogation” table and it was hers to take as she pleased. She did think it was a little odd that Angel was not protesting at all. But she didn’t think to much about it, her mouth was closed over a luscious breast and that had most of her attention.

The other cop had pushed Angel’s smooth, tanned legs apart and was massaging the tender flesh. She was staring at the sweet girl’s pussy and was readying herself. She was going to have a taste of this girl. She almost couldn’t believe their good fortune in stopping the right speeding car and then finding Angel in the back seat.

She leaned down close and let her tongue extend out so that the tip barely touched Angel’s lips. She felt the sweet girl rear up in response. Oh yeah, the little slut was liking it, there was no doubt about that.

She let her tongue lick up and over the girl’s sex, as if she was a mother cat cleaning her kittens. She licked over and around the girl’s sex, passing over the inside of each thigh and across the lower part of her flat stomach. Angel could hardly stand it as she felt the warm tongue glide over her skin. Another low moan passed from her lips as she felt herself getting very aroused from the licking she was getting.

“I think she is ready Florence. Why don’t you take this pretty young thing.” the seargent told the second cop.

Without delay, Florence pushed her tongue into Angel’s pussy causing a bolt of electricity to pass through Angel’s body. She arched up mightily, almost pushing the seargent away from her breasts, but the seargent held on and kept her mouth planted over the girl’s erect nipple. She sucked in hard as Angel felt sparks now from her breasts and her pussy.

The 2 big dykes had a lot of experience taking young girls. They seemed to work almost in unison as they licked and sucked Angel’s gorgeous body. Angel found herself yanking on the handcuffs as she tried to move her arms. Her legs struggled against the leather straps, but they held her firmly. There was no stopping it, her body was at the mercy of the 2 cops and they were going to have their way with her.

The tongue in her pussy was becoming her focal point now. She felt it pushing and shoving into her as deeply as any cock had ever been in her. She felt the big hands cupping her ass holding her so that the cop’s big mouth could suckle over her sex. She felt her hips moving, responding to the tongue fucking she was getting. She was really building now, she was seeing stars from the assault the 2 cops were giving her.

Finally, she felt it come in a wave as her body was racked by a huge orgasm. The cops were amazed and gripped her tightly as this delicate little girl shook and gyrated underneath them. The cop that was between her legs pulled back and wiped a big hand over her face as Angel crested her orgasm and began to settle down.

“mmmmm, she’s a tasty little treat Thelma. Why don’t you try some of that?”

“I’ve got something else in mind Florence,” she said as she let go of Angel’s breasts.

“Unfasten her from the table and put her down on the bed,” the seargent commanded as she left the cell for a moment.

The second cop did as she was told and moved Angel from the table to a small cot that was against the wall. The seargent returned with a large black dildo with 2 heads. She put Angel on her back on one end of the cot as she positioned herself at the other end. She inserted the big toy into her own pussy first and with her muscles, took a strong grip on it. The thing almost was like a real cock now as it protruded from the big dyke’s hairy cunt.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

After leaving the Dean’s office, instead of heading back toward ABD House, Miss White turned left and walked into town. Right at the edge of campus there was a quiet bar where she ordered a Manhattan and took a seat on the back patio, brooding.

Even if Kristin and Jenny agreed to this assignation with the Dean, did that make it right? At some level she would be whoring them out to save her own skin. Yes, it was also for the benefit of ABD as a whole, but this did little to soothe Miss White’s troubled conscience.

She went back and forth about what to do, but by the time her second drink was gone, she’d decided to simply lay out the situation for Kristin as clearly and honestly as she could. Kristin was smart and level-headed, and this would not be the first time Miss White had relied on her judgment.

Simply coming to this decision cheered Miss White up, and she was feeling optimistic as she made her way home. Back at ABD House it was pizza night, and she quickly downed two pieces before asking Kristin to come to her office for a talk.

Kristin listened intently, a serious look on her face, as Miss White explained what had happened in the meeting and what the Dean had proposed. Afterward Kristin had only one question: “Is she cute?”

Miss White grinned, the tension that had been gripping her dissipating somewhat; leave it to Kristin to get right to the heart of the matter. “She’s a handsome woman,” answered Miss White, and gave Kristin a physical description of the Dean.

Kristin nodded. “Let me talk to Jenny,” she said. As with the Janet Lee situation, she felt it was only right to involve Jenny in the decision. Jenny’s boundaries had been pushed back a long way in a short time, but it was important to Kristin that she not feel taken advantage of.

When Kristin left Miss White caught up on her email and checked the camera feed from the basement, where Jodie was laying back on the couch, gloriously naked with a chemistry book propped up on her stomach. After about 20 minutes the phone rang.

“Yeah, we’ll hd porno do it,” Kristin said.

Miss White thanked her and hung up. Feeling relieved, she flirted with the idea of paying Jodie a visit. But the moment wasn’t right; suddenly she was feeling very tired. So she poured herself a nightcap, picked up a book, and went up for the night.

* * *

The nest day, feeling like making the Dean wait as much as she could, Miss White waited until almost 5:00 to pick up the phone. When the secretary put her through, she said simply, “OK.”

The Dean knew immediately what this meant. “My house,” she said. “9:00 sharp, Friday night.”

Miss White hung up and again felt a little twinge of guilt. But what could she do? They would just have to play this out.

* * *

For the rest of the week Kristin, Jenny, and Miss White were all nervous about the upcoming assignation with the Dean. But it was exciting too. Kristin and Jenny, titillated by the prospect of what might transpire, had the best sex they’d had in weeks.

Thursday night Miss White found herself unable to sleep. After tossing and turning for awhile she put on her bathrobe and went down to her office. Playing around idly on her computer, it occurred to her to see what Jodie was doing.

Turning on the camera feed, she saw Jodie laying back on the couch, naked as always but with a blanket covering her from the waist down. One hand was stroking her erect right nipple as the other held a phone sideways in front of her face.

The phone was facing away from the camera, so Miss White couldn’t see what she was watching, but it had to be something sexy. As Miss White watched Jodie’s right hand traced down her belly and disappeared under the blanket, then began to move around underneath.

This was more than Alexis White could stand. Getting up from her desk, she made a beeline for the basement. By the time she walked into the room, Jodie had pushed the blanket down and spread her legs, frigging her pussy furiously.

When she saw Miss White, sex izle Jodie momentarily froze. It wasn’t the first time she’d been caught masturbating, but this situation was different. Their eyes met for a few seconds; the expression on Miss White’s face was neutral, but the glimmer in her eyes spoke volumes. Jodie resumed rubbing herself, more slowly now, as Miss White approached her.

Sitting on the edge of the couch, Miss White grasped the hand holding Jodie’s phone and angled the screen a little toward her. A tall, dark-haired woman stood gazing down imperiously at the two naked, handcuffed blondes on their knees in front of her. She was clad from the neck down in form-fitting black latex and a matching black strap-on dangled from her pelvis.

Jodie and Miss White watched together as the blondes leaned forward and ran their tongues along the length of the dildo, then took turns sucking it. The dark-haired woman stood still as a statue and then, suddenly — moving quickly and decisively — spun the blonde on the left around, bent her over, and penetrated her with one swift motion.

Miss White untied the belt of her robe and let it fall open as the dark-haired woman onscreen rolled the second blonde onto her back, arranging her so that the one who was being fucked could lick her pussy. Sexy as this was, Alexis White had not come down here to watch porn; she gently took the phone from Jodie’s hand and sat it face-down on the arm of the couch. Taking the hand that Jodie had been masturbating with, Miss White brought it to her mouth.

Staring straight into Jodie’s eyes, Miss White sucked each fingertip in turn, savoring the sweet taste of the younger woman’s pussy juice. When the hand was clean Miss White brought it to her crotch while thrusting her own hand between Jodie’s legs. For a few minutes they rubbed and fingered each other, their own moans joining those that could still be heard from the face-down phone.

Finally Miss White stood, shucked off her robe, and let it fall to the floor. She climbed up onto the couch, altyazılı porn straddled Jodie’s head, and sank her pussy onto Jodie’s eagerly extended tongue.

For a long moment Miss White just rode Jodie’s face, rolling her hips in figure eights, her juices coating Jodie’s nose and chin. This felt delicious and wonderful, but Jodie’s wet slit was beckoning, and Miss White didn’t wait long before bending down for the 69.

Jodie’s whole body shuddered as Miss White began to lick her, and she had trouble focusing on what she was doing. Miss White didn’t mind; she knew that giving pleasure could be just as satisfying as receiving it. It took her less than a minute to coax an orgasm from Jodie, whose moans of helpless ecstasy were music to Miss White’s ears.

Miss White decided that she would use all of her knowledge and skill to make Jodie come as many times and as hard as possible. Partly to prove a point, and partly just because she could. She gave Jodie just the right amount of time to recover from her first orgasm before inserting one finger and feeling around inside. Jodie squirmed and arched her back, eager for more, and Miss White played her like a violin — bringing her slowly, gently, teasingly to a second climax.

At this point Jodie tried to resume servicing the pussy poised above her, but was soon distracted by Miss White’s lips brushing her clit. She tried again after the next orgasm, and the one after that, and the one after that; each time she lost her train of thought when Miss White’s ministrations resumed. Eventually she just gave up and let the pleasure wash over her, each wave a little stronger, until finally she wasn’t sure who, were, or what she was anymore.

Sensing that she’d done all she could, Miss White climbed off and looked down with satisfaction at the spent, glassy-eyed figure on the couch. Jodie was still technically conscious, but couldn’t have put together a coherent sentence to save her life. After covering Jodie with the blanket, Miss White brushed her hair back out of her eyes and kissed her on the forehead, then sat down across from her.

Slowly, methodically, Miss White fingered herself to a powerful orgasm as Jodie looked on with heavy-lidded eyes. Then she put her robe on and went back upstairs to bed.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Chapter One: The Road from Innocence

“Isn’t it true, Ms. Crenshaw, that the defendant, Laura Wesson, was so obsessed with your lesbian relationship, that she wanted her husband out of the way at any cost?”

“No,” Julie said from the stand.

“Wasn’t she was so consumed with her perverted lust for you, that she would commit any act to get rid of him? Even murder!”

Judge Katherine Pool glanced over her glasses at the defense table, waiting for an objection.

“Objection, your honor,” Laura’s lawyer said, half-heartedly.

“Sustained,” said the Judge.

“Let me bring your attention to the night of February 12th, Ms. Crenshaw, a full two weeks before the two of you ‘Got a little too drunk.’ Do you recall the night in question?”

“Yes,” Julie said.

“Would you recount it for the court?”

“Our husbands were co-founders of Polytech Corp,” Julie started, “Laura and I frequently joined them for evenings out with important clients.”

“The boys were up in New York, but they were supposed to meet us in D.C. for some serious shmoozing. Laura and I were at her house getting ready when the call came.”

“And this call was from…” the prosecutor prompted.

“Dave,” she said, pointing to her husband at the defense table, “Something came up, and they were catching a flight to England.”

Laura Wesson watched Julie from the defendant’s table. She hardly recognized her. Hairstyle, makeup, her new ensemble, nothing looked the same. It was as if she was trying to recreate herself. She still exuded her raw sexuality, however, and Laura’s mind went back to that cold February night when it all started. She could still see Julie standing in her bedroom, staring at the phone in her hand.

“They won’t be home tonight,” Julie had said.

“What?”

“They’re catching a flight to Heathrow, they might be gone as long as a week.”

Laura balled her hands into fists as she stood there in her panties and bra. Her new gown covered half the bed.

“What are we supposed to do?” she asked.

“We go, make apologies, and they mend the fences when they get back,” Julie said.

“This is going to be a nightmare,” Laura said prophetically.

Four disastrous hours later, Laura’s car sat rocking in her driveway after she slammed it into “Park.”

“All that, and now I have to come home to an empty house,” Laura said. “I’m about ready to start smashing things. Why don’t you just stay at my place tonight, it would be a great help.”

“I’d love to,” Julie said, “Can I break that orange lamp in the den?”

“Very funny,” Laura said. “It is awful though, isn’t it?”

“All you have to do is take care of the details,” Julie said, straightening a picture in the vestibule as they went in. “Like accidentally breaking those gawd-awful things men always want to save.”

“We all know you’re a great housekeeper,” Laura said, tipping the picture off kilter as she followed Julie in. “But Jim and I like a little chaos in our lives. We’re both artists at heart.”

“That’s why you need Dave and I,” Julie said, placing her purse carefully on the phone table. “Dave to keep you on the right side of the rules, and me to play with all that lovely money.” She rubbed her hands and gave her greediest grin.

“Sometimes I think we were happier before we got all this money,” Laura said, tossing her purse in the general direction of the couch. “All those lawyers and accountants drive me crazy.”

Julie stuck out her bottom lip.

“Except for you and Dave, of course,” Laura said. “Sometimes,” she added.

Julie was looking at her funny, and Laura was afraid she had hurt her feelings.

“You’ve never tried our hot tub, have you?” Laura said. “I’ve got to unwind. Come on, let’s hit it before we turn in.”

“You’re a genius,” Julie said, “Do you have a suit I can borrow?”

“Yes, but you don’t need one. No one can see.”

“You go out there naked?”

Laura wiggled her eyebrows and nodded.

“We’ll freeze.”

“Only for a second. You won’t believe how good it feels when you get in. Come on, I’ll race you.”

Bitter cold knifed thru their naked bodies as they pushed the cover off.

“Is it supposed to smell like that?”

“Eewww, get the cover back on, quick,”

“I’m fra…fra…freeeezing,” Julie said, trying to dance and help wrestle the cover back on at the same time.

They were climbing porno indir all over each other trying to get back thru the sliding glass door, and had a squealing race back to Laura’s warm bedroom.

Julie was all hyped up once the bedrooms heat banished her chill, but Laura was crushed.

“A warm shower is my last hope of salvation,” Laura said.

“I have a better idea. Lay down.”

“Do what?”

Without answering, Julie stepped behind Laura, put her thumbs into the juncture of her neck and shoulders, and then dug them in.

“Ahh,” was all Laura could say as her shoulders slumped.

Julie marched her to the bed, got her to lie down, and then perched on her naked butt.

“Oh, god,” Laura said as Julie’s strong fingers dug into her. She was pulling the knots out of Laura’s neck and shoulders, and it felt so good, it hurt.

“How am I doing?” Julie said, shaking out her hands.

“Oh, god, I’ll pay you a million dollars not to stop,” Laura said, her tension fading into memory.

“Dinner at the Olive Garden?” Julie said, her fingernail teasing Laura’s back in tickling figure eights.

“Anything, I’ll give you my first born,” Laura said, drooling.

Laura’s moans sounded nearly orgasmic as Julie’s hands went rhythmically up and down her back.

Jim gave her backrubs every once in a while, but the time was always subtracted from her limited foreplay quota. Julie was more like the Energizer Bunny. She was throwing her entire body into it. Laura wanted it to go on forever, but she could hear Julie getting winded.

“That was wonderful,” Laura said.

“You want me to stop?”

“No,” Laura said, “but if I get any more relaxed, I’ll start wetting the bed.”

“Eewww,” Julie giggled.

She bounced before getting off, and pushed a section of sheet onto Laura’s ass and smacked it.

“Getting a little frisky, aren’t we?” Laura said.

“Yep,” she said, flopping down spread-eagle, and taking up three quarters of the bed.

“You really wore yourself out on me, didn’t you?”

“I’m out of shape. If I work out like that every day, I’ll look like Arnold in no time,” she flexed her arms as if she had muscles.

“No problem. I’ll make up charts for you and everything. Come on wimp, is that all you’ve got? Make it burn, one more, come on,” Laura said in her best drill sergeant voice.

Julie let her tongue hang out and panted like a dog, “Arrr… I can’t do any more…” pant, pant. She did a death twitch and went still with the tip of her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth.

“I’ve killed her,” Laura said in mock horror, “I’ll have to use the lifesaving “Hiem-Tickle-ick” maneuver.”

Julie screamed and scrambled out of the bed before Laura’s fingers could reach her ribs.

“Thank goodness you’re all right,” Laura said, not stirring from the bed to chase her, “I’ve had it. Maybe I’ll show you later.”

“You’d better not,” Julie said, getting back in the bed.

“Gitchi-gitchi-goo,” Laura taunted as she rolled to her side, facing away from Julie.

That got her another swat on the backside. She responded by wiggling once before letting herself doze off.

Nature called Laura in the middle of the night, and she was taken aback when she woke. Her friend was curled up in a tight little ball, and Laura was all over her back. She was drifting back to sleep when Julie rolled over and returned the favor. Her eyes popped open when the erect nipple poked into her, with the rest of Julie’s breast pressing into her back close behind. It felt strange, but she didn’t push her away.

Spooning, she mused, as the warm body snuggled its way to comfort behind her, it’s the most underrated part of sleeping with someone. Sex wasn’t why she hated sleeping alone so much; it was this. She squirmed herself back into Julie the same way she did with Jim, and drifted back to sleep with a sigh. She dreamed that Jim was cuddled up behind her, kissing her neck, and caressing her breast. She could even imagine his lips on her nipple, sucking gently, like a ghost.

“Rise and shine.”

“Go away.”

“Coffee’s on, and breakfast will be ready in a sec., come on,” Laura said, pulling the covers off Julie.

“No,” Julie whined.

She was on her tummy, shoulders hunched, arms underneath her, and her ass dimpled as she squeezed it several times.

Laura rokettube swallowed hard, and the covers slipped from her hand.

“Hurry up,” she said, clapping twice and running out of the room.

Laura kept her eyes glued to her untouched mug of coffee as Julie breezed into the room. She was trying to get her arm into the inside-out sleeve of one of Laura’s bathrobes.

“Earth to Laura, where’s my coffee?” Julie said.

Laura jumped up and poured her a mug. She almost dumped it on her when one of Julie’s breasts popped out of the bathrobe.

Laura had to tear her eyes away, and nix the morning’s second crazy impulse. She had just had a strong urge to touch Julie’s breast. Earlier, on the bed, she’d wanted to slide her hand up between Julie’s legs, up to where she could see the tips of her fingers under her pussy, and rouse her by tickling her most sensitive places.

Julie was a great friend, and Laura knew she could take all kinds of liberties with her, but that kind of stuff was over the line, way over the line.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” Laura said, afraid to look up.

“So what’s the plan?”

“First, I’m going to call those spa people and find out why my hot tub smells like a sewer,” Laura said, coming to herself, “I can’t force you to knock yourself out every time I have a hissy-fit.”

“Don’t be silly. I didn’t mind a bit,” Julie said, patting Laura’s hand, “Besides, I’m going to eat like a pig at the Olive Garden tonight.”

“What? You’re going to hold me to that?”

They got to the Olive Garden before the dinner crowd, and were seated right away. Julie was in fine spirits, but Laura was upset from the man who’d come to fix the hot tub.

“What a jerk.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“He as much as said we were filthy pigs and took baths in it.”

“He was able to tell all that from those little test tubes?”

Laura stuck her tongue out a Julie.

“Garçon,” Julie said, snapping her fingers over her head, “A bottle of your finest wine. Money is no object.”

“Let’s get drunk,” she said to Laura.

“They have some real expensive wines here,” the young man waiting on them said.

“How expensive?” Laura said.

“Okay, we’ll have a bottle of pretty good wine, and get a little tipsy,” Julie said after he told them.

Three bottles of wine, and one fabulous meal later, they were back at the house seeing if the hot tub full of fresh water was warm enough for the cold winter night.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me, again.”

“It’ll be perfect in no time,” Laura said.

Instead of answering, Julie stood with her hands up by her shoulders and wiggled her fingers like small claws. Laura grinned and lay down on the floor.

Laura was smoothing out her dress under her, when Julie climbed aboard. The knees of Julie’s slacks came down on the dress, and the cloth held Laura’s hands pinned to the floor. She could have pulled her hands free, but it felt as if Julie was holding her down as her helpless prisoner, and the thought made her heart race. The fingers were just as magical, but Laura wasn’t getting relaxed.

“Your turn,” Julie said, swatting Laura on the ass.

“Me? I don’t know how….”

“Learn,” Julie said, lying down next to Laura.

As Laura took her position, she saw Julie’s ass go up and down in anticipation of what was to come. In her mind, she could see the flesh dimpling beneath the slacks, just the way they had that morning.

She sat down on Julie’s ass, but lifted up again with a jolt. Her teeth nipped at her lower lip as she tried to ignore how nice it felt to press herself down on Julie’s tight, round bottom.

“Oh, you’re a natural,” Julie said as Laura kneaded her flesh.

Laura was trying to concentrate on what her hands were doing, but the feel of Julie’s ass between her legs kept distracting her. She had gotten into a slow rhythm up and down her back, and then stopped, suddenly embarrassed. Her hips had started echoing the movement, and other, deeper, muscles were picking up the cadence as well.

“Don’t stop,” Julie said.

“Cramp,” Laura said, shaking her hand. She started to get up, and then quickly sat back down. There was a wet spot on Julie’s slacks where Laura’s panties had been rubbing. The cold spot Julie would feel if she got up had her trapped.

“Let’s give the tub another try,” porno Laura said.

“No. Do me first. Do me, do me,” Julie said, kicking her feet on the carpet like a child having a temper tantrum.

“I’ve created a monster,” Laura said, “You’re going to try my hot tub if I have to drag you in.”

With that, Laura slid down Julie’s legs and in a single motion, jerked down her slacks.

“Stop,” Julie squealed, trying to save them.

“Hot tub?” Laura said, keeping a death grip on the tell tale slacks.

“Okay,” Julie said, “but you still owe me a back rub.”

The temperature was marginal by the time they got in, and comfortably warm by the time they got out. Laura took a break to run in and take a pee, and came back with a bottle of Southern Comfort. Julie only took a sip, making a face afterwards, so Laura took slugs straight from the bottle, like a lush, as Julie made fun of her.

“Time to pay up,” Julie said as they dashed to the bathroom.

“I think we have some massage oil here somewhere,” Laura said, once they were dry, “Here it is, it’s not even open.”

“Wesson Oil,” Julie said, “That’s good stuff.”

Laura actually looked at the label before catching Julie’s grin.

“Aw, come on, that was funny,” Julie said, following Laura Wesson to the bed.

Laura just shook her head as she crawled onto the bed, but her shoulders shook once.

“Okay, sour puss, lay down,” Julie said, cracking the seal and pouring some in her hand, “You’re going to owe me big time after this.”

Laura got on the bed, head spinning from the booze, and waited for the warmth of Julie’s naked butt on her own. She sighed when it happened, and surrendered to a world of sensual pleasure as the soft hands slid up and down her back.

Once again, Julie proved her strength and endurance; she attacked the muscles in Laura’s back and subdued them with rising intensity.

“I’m dead,” Laura slurred, barely able to move her lips.

Julie did the same thing with the sheet when she got off as she had the night before. The sheet sliding over her butt under pressure instantly replaced the warmth of her lifting crotch. Laura understood now, that Julie had just wiped her moisture from the cheeks of Laura’s ass. If she’d known why Julie had done that last night, it would have upset her. Tonight, however, she didn’t find it offensive.

That night she dreamed it was Julie’s lips kissing her neck, and soft, feminine hands caressing her breasts. She dreamed that Julie was making love to her, sucking her breast, and caressing her ass. She could almost feel the soft hand slide up between her legs, and a gentle finger searching for the opening. Part of her dream mind wanted her to stop, but another part said it was only a dream, and she should enjoy it.

She had never come in her sleep before. She’d heard that men did it all the time, but she’d never heard of a woman doing so. She was mortified. Her cries of passion not only tore her from sleep, but woke Julie as well.

“I was having a nightmare,” she lied quickly, “go back to sleep.”

Laura ran to the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. What was happening to her? Her hand slid down between her legs and into the slickness that shouldn’t be there. She tried to picture Jim’s beautiful body as she took a shuddering breath.

Jim’s face wouldn’t form in her mind. Instead, she saw the lithe body of Julie and could smell her sex. She pulled her hand from her pussy and sat on the toilet, dropping her chin in her hands. The smell of her own sex filled her nose, and she watched in amazement as the woman in the mirror sniffed the smelly finger, and then put it in her mouth.

The phone woke them up at 5AM.

“Hello?” Laura said after God knew how many rings.

“She’s here,” Laura, said, looking at Julie, “She’s been keeping me company while you two traipse around the world. Let me see if she’s up.”

“Dave,” Laura silently mouthed the name.

Julie just stared for the longest time. Finally, she seemed to snap out of it and took the phone.

“Hello?” she said. “Okay, okay, wait, let me get a pencil.” She scribbled for a moment. “Okay, ‘bye.” She hung up and looked at Laura. “They’ll be arriving at Dulles at 6:47 tonight,” she said in a monotone.

“Oh, good,” Laura said, quietly, without conviction.

The two of them sat on the bed, each lost in her own thoughts.

So ends chapter one, dear reader. A quick look back at the happy days of innocence, before we descend into the dark days of depravity ahead. The faint of heat or easily offended should avert their eyes when chapter two arrives.

Next chapter… Into the Pit.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

You push me open, first one finger and then three, I feel your fingers in my cunt, pulsing, moving slow. Each finger moves like a starburst, curling around my questions, stilling me. Stopping me. Making my breath pause for what is eternity until you begin. Again. Your hand pushing further, further until your hard fist fills me, a gentle tugging wave of surrender.

And I lean back. And I say yes. Oh yes.

It wasn’t always this way, she and I. I was patient. I was persistence itself, with so many letters edged under her front door, emails tapped away in the darkening nights. Letters filled with pornography and longing. Desires described, celebrated, drawn. I took her this way. Piece by piece, I surrounded her with the knowledge of my long fingers waiting. Pictures of my soft fingertips which I pressed gently into her hands. Never a word spoken. I never gave her my voice. Just my body. Just my hands. But for my voice I made her wait.

In response she sent emails without text. Blank pages that I slipped under my pillow, dreaming of her cloud of red hair against my sheets. I sent her directions to my house. I sketched her my front door, open. I invited her. I waited. I sent her silk scarves and türkçe altyazılı porno told her I would let her tie me. To whatever bedpost she desired. I drew the outlines of my hands. My fingers, my long fingers. The emails with no words flooded my inbox, her email address a barcode of desire on my calm computer screen.

Yet I was wet all night and hard all morning. I grew restless, anxious, angry. So on Saturday night I wore my biggest dildo and strutted the length of my house, the leather straps of my harness tight. I strapped my chest, put on a crisp clean shirt. My black trousers. My hair slicked back. A hundred percent woman. A hundred percent man. And I went out.

In the club I drank. I smoked. I saw the butches looking, scanning. I pushed my fingers through my hair and met the eyes of a girl I once knew. Her skirt was high and her heels silver. Her eyes asked me questions I didn’t know answers to. I let my eyes shift, move across the room, but came back to her. Her silver heels caught the light and she touched my lips, gently. She tried to speak but the music filled the air. I couldn’t hear. I didn’t want to. I just wanted to fuck her. In the corner xnxx of the room she pushed me. Bodies pressing up against, music pounding. When she kissed me my hands found her breasts, her hair, her arse. I cupped her body to me. I was aching. I was all need. But she wasn’t the one I wanted.

I knew I was hard for the lady at home playing happy families with hubby. I pictured them, the two, huddled around the TV, watching the lives that weren’t theirs. A 1950’s paradise, she wearing a cotton apron while he smokes his heavy pipe. In her underwear drawer my letters lying, like hot coals. I pictured her thinking of them, my brave and brilliant words. I saw her turning them around in her mind. The positions. The possibilities. The promises I had made to make her breathe fire.

I left the club. The music, the smoke, I left. Noise still ringing in my ears. I drove fast, too fast. Humidity like an embrace, making me sweat. My tie loose around my neck. I stopped when I saw her house. Its picket fence. Its happy marriage. Its small, white framed windows.

I saw her at the front door, searching for keys and bending down. Home from working late. Her lace panties in the streetlight showing porno izle as she bent. My hands in my lap, busy. She turned, she saw, she blushed. I saw the door as it spilled open. Her husband standing in the open doorway, the light large behind him. The shock across my face – perhaps he saw me? – saw my hands under the band of my pants, and my wet mouth open with longing for his wife? The door closed. I heard nothing. The curtains closed.

I began to think myself a fool. I began to picture her laughter, her throaty laughter as she sat with him, showing him my words. My letters. My darkest thoughts. My secret dreams. I button my pants, start the car, thinking of the girl in silver shoes. Would she still be there, at the club?

Then the passenger door opens. A rush of hot air enters the car as you slip in. Your hands shake as you smooth your skirt. You do not speak. You do not beg. You cannot meet my eyes. I lift my eyes to the road and press gently the accelerator. You acquiesce. I take you home.

And that is how I find myself, wet and slick with aching, your fist deep in my pussy, your hair brushing my thighs, and you are there, speaking in tongues, your lipsticked mouth on my ready clit. The red letters of my clock radio saying 2:04am. Hours before the sun. The windows thrown open so the whole street can hear us fuck, the cool breezes blowing over our bodies. And only now do you hear my voice saying, please baby please – don’t stop. Don’t stop.

And you obey.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Elaine had a good job working as a secretary for a legal firm in London. She travelled to and from work by train each day from her home in Luton, a journey of approximately forty minutes. The journey to work each day was usually made on a four car diesel train that had been built in the late nineteen fifties and were long overdue for retirement. They worked all the suburban services between London and Bedford and were dirty, noisy, smelly and very often late. They had a door to every seating bay on either side of the train which also made them draughty and the whole carriage would vibrate when stationary due to the engines slung underneath. The line was due to be electrified in 1982, but that was still two years hence.

Elaine always caught the same train to work each morning, the 7.54 from Luton due into St Pancras station at 8.32. From there it was just a five minute walk to her office in nearby Grays Inn Road. Coming home, it was a different matter. She could be catching a train anything between five and six o’clock in the evening, sometimes later.

Most evenings, she would catch the 5.36 service home. This was classed as an express service, for although it was formed by two of the elderly four car train sets coupled together, it had fewer stops than most of the other trains on the line and was due back into Luton at 6.15. Normally as she walked into the station she could hear it rattling away above all the other locomotives that were in the station at the same time which normally worked the longer distance services. She walked in one evening to find the train standing in its usual platform, but strangely silent. The gates to the platform had not been opened and people were milling around not quite knowing what to do. She joined the throng and stood for a few minutes. It was just gone half past five and there was still no sign of any movement. A man was in the driving cab nearest to the bufferstops. He appeared to be trying to start the engines, as every now and again they would splutter into life and then slowly die again.

Elaine knew there was another train at 5.45, but that stopped almost everywhere and would not get her home until nearly seven o’clock. There was also another train at 5.55 which could get her home by 6.45. That too had a few extra stops to the 5.36, but if they could get it going, she surmised, she would still be home by half past six. She didn’t want to go and get on a different train and possibly watch her usual one go without her or pass her en route.

By twenty to six the decision had been made, not by her, but by the authorities and an announcement was made on the tannoy system.

“Calling Platform 2 and the booking hall, we are sorry to announce that the 17.36 service to Bedford Midland calling at St Albans City, Harpenden, Luton and Bedford Midland has tonight been cancelled due to an engine failure. Passengers for St Albans and Harpenden are advised to catch the 17.55 departure from Platform 4. Passengers for Luton and Bedford should catch the 17.49 departure from Platform 7. Please note that this train will call additionally at Luton this evening. Once again, the 17.36 for Bedford Midland is tonight cancelled due to an engine failure. We apologise for any inconvenience this may cause.”

Platform 7 was on the opposite side of the station to where the original train was and Elaine made her way across the station concourse trying to dodge people that were rushing to catch the 5.45 train which was ready to depart, and also those arriving off another train at the next platform. The train she was heading for was one of the longer distance services and was formed of a locomotive hauling nine Inter City carriages. The locomotive which had brought the train in had been uncoupled and was standing with its engine idling waiting to follow it out of the platform. The first two coaches were first class with tables of two and four seats, and then came a first class compartment coach with four compartments, plus the guard’s compartment and parcels area, next came the buffet car, followed by five open second class coaches with tables of four on each side of the aisle. The train was already full and there were no seats to be had anywhere and some people were already standing in the doorways. It was Friday night and people were heading home for the weekend. Elaine had reached the second coach behind the locomotive and she stepped in its forward door, excusing herself to people who were already standing there, and walked through the connecting doorway into the first coach.

The time for departure had almost come. The station announcer was still doing her thing.

“Platform 7 for the 17.49 departure to Derby, calling at Luton, Bedford Midland, Wellingborough, Kettering, Market Harborough, Leicester, Loughborough and Derby. Please note this train will be calling additionally at Luton this evening. Platform 7 for the 17.49 to Derby.”

A couple of doors slammed further down the platform, then a shrill whistle was blown, followed hd porno a few seconds later by a second one. The driver sounded the locomotive horn and the train eased gently away over the point work across the front of the station.

A few more people had joined the train after Elaine and she was now almost squashed against the interconnecting door. Slowly the train was picking up speed, lurching slightly as it passed over track joints and points, and Elaine had to adjust her feet to avoid overbalancing and falling. With a blast on its horn, the train plunged into a short tunnel. One of the door windows was open slightly and the noise was horrendous. She clutched her handbag tightly still trying to keep her balance as the train came out into daylight again and through Kentish Town station, over some more points and into the deep-walled cutting that led to Belsize Tunnel which, at just over a mile long, was the longest on her section of route. Elaine had been making the journey now for over four years and knew almost every inch of the route, the order in which the stations were located, certain landmarks and the tunnel names and their lengths from the name boards alongside. Another loud blast on the horn and the train was enveloped in the gloom of the long tunnel.

The noise was again horrendous, but that wasn’t what was bothering her. She was sure that someone was touching her on her bottom. It felt as though someone was rustling her skirt. Elaine looked around as best she could trying to see who it might be. A small, balding man in his late fifties stood next to her. He was holding a copy of that day’s London Evening Standard in his right hand, but where was his left one? Was it him? He gave her a sheepish smile and she was all set to slap his face and give him a mouthful when he brought his other hand up to his inside pocket and pulled out a ballpoint pen and started doing the crossword.

The train burst out into the daylight and rounded the curve through West Hampstead station. Still Elaine could feel her skirt being rustled. She tried looking over her other shoulder at a young man in a pin-striped suit, but he was clutching his briefcase handle with both hands. There was a man stood by the door and another lady and gentleman in front of her and people standing in the aisle down the carriage ahead so there was nowhere for her to go. Cricklewood station then followed and the train again lurched over the points leading into the train depot. The rustling briefly ceased, then restarted again. Down the long straight section under the North Circular Road towards Hendon Central sped the train. Elaine could feel the left hand side of her skirt slowly being hitched up, inch by inch. Her mouth went dry, her heart was pounding. By now the train was alongside the M1 motorway, effortlessly speeding past the cars, buses and lorries heading north. Somebody’s hand was now rustling her underskirt from under her skirt. Mill Hill Broadway went by in a blur as did the motorway service station at Scratchwood before the train passed under the motorway and the horn again sounded a long blast heralding the entrance to Elstree Tunnel.

The tunnel was about two thirds of a mile long and within half a minute the train was once more in daylight and heading through Elstree and Borehamwood station. About half way through the tunnel, the wandering hand had found its way under her underskirt and was now rubbing against her nylon clad thigh. It was showing no signs of stopping however and was now foraging along the waistband of her tights. Elaine never saw Radlett station she was too concerned with what was happening to her. She was sweating nervously, she had her jacket fastened and her blouse underneath was clinging to her body.

The train driver had applied the brakes for the speed restriction through St Albans and Elaine knew now that barring any unexpected problems she would be back in Luton within ten minutes and free of her assailant. However, a lot can happen in that time. The train picked up speed again heading towards Harpenden and the hand also got bolder as it ventured inside the waistband of her tights and down the inside of her panties, feeling its way towards her most intimate and private area. She felt a couple of fingers brush through her pussy searching out the sacred entrance to her own deep tunnel. Once inside they started boring deeper and deeper, stimulating her juices.

Onwards past Harpenden the wandering fingers were doing their thing. Elaine could feel her whole body tensing, her juices building up inside her until they exploded and she came into her panties. She wanted to scream out in ecstasy but just managed to stifle it to a loud sigh. The small balding man heard her and smiled.

“Are you getting off here?” he asked quite innocently. Elaine felt like saying that she already had, but instead just nodded. The fingers had withdrawn rapidly when she had climaxed and she could now feel her juices saturating her panties and tights. She looked sex izle down to her skirt, worried that there might also be tell-tale signs on there. She had decided to wear a beige pleated knee length skirt that morning, but nothing was showing. She also wondered if her underskirt was damp but couldn’t get to the toilet due to the number of people in front of her so she decided to wait until she got home as the train had now crossed the Lea Valley and the brakes were being applied for the Luton stop. The train manager’s voice could be heard on the tannoy.

“Ladies and Gentleman, in a few minutes time, this train will arrive at Luton station. If you are travelling to Leagrave, Harlington or Flitwick please change here. Also alight here for the coach link to Luton Airport. If you are leaving the train here, please take a few moments to ensure that you have all your personal belongings with you. Thank you for travelling with us this evening and we apologise for the overcrowding on this service which was caused by the cancellation of an earlier service at St Pancras. On leaving Luton, the next stop on this service will be Bedford Midland. This is Luton.”

The train was slowing considerably and was entering the station as he finished the announcement. Elaine anxiously looked towards the door, but was still trapped in her space as the other passengers surrounding her also wanted to get off there.

The train slowed to a stop and the doors opened and people started to pour off. A man who had stood by the door for the entire journey was first off, followed by the couple who had stood in front of her, then the small balding man managed to push past, then Elaine herself. She stepped down onto the platform and paused briefly to savour the fresh air, almost causing the businessman in the pin striped suit who had stood behind her to bump into her.

“Careful,” he said, “That’s a silly place to stop.”

“Sorry,” said Elaine. As the man hurried off, Elaine caught sight of a regular travelling companion getting out of the first door of the adjacent coach. “Oh, hi Martine, I didn’t see you at St Pancras.” She said.

“No,” said Martine, “I just managed to squeeze on as they shut the doors and blew the whistle. Wasn’t it busy tonight?”

“Horrendous,” said Elaine. “Do you know, I’ve had someone feeling me up for the whole journey? I’ve had hands over my skirt, under my skirt, under my underskirt. You just wouldn’t believe what he did to me.”

“Oh, darling,” said Martine. “Are you all right?”

“I am now I’m off there,” said Elaine. “I couldn’t see who it was. I nearly slapped one man because I couldn’t see his hand; luckily he started doing a crossword in the paper so I knew it couldn’t be him but it could be anyone on there.” She pointed to the train, now with its doors closed, ready to depart. A whistle sounded, the train manager waved his green flag to the driver who sounded the horn and the train set off. “I bet the bastard’s on there, feeling very smug with himself,” she said as the back end of the train passed by.

“Not necessarily, they could have got off here and be away by now but at least you’re safe,” said Martine. “Why not come back to my place and have a drink to calm down. I only live round the corner and I’ve got a nice bottle of red in the fridge, and you can freshen up.”

They were now the only two people left on the platform. Elaine thought for a moment. Martine was right, she was okay, she was safe, and secretly she had actually enjoyed the climax, if not the events that led up to it.

“Okay,” she said. “Why not, mum and dad are away and I’ve got nothing else planned.”

They came out of the station and walked along the main road and round into a side street. The first two buildings were a taxi office and a hairdressers shop. Martine went to a small red door between the two and unlocked it. She led Elaine inside and up the stairs. At the top were two doors on either side of a small landing. She went to the right hand one. It wasn’t a very big flat, just a small sitting room with a two seater sofa, a small dining table with one chair, a sideboard and a colour TV. A small kitchen led off, next to which was the bathroom and toilet. The door to the bedroom was in the opposite corner.

“It’s not ideal,” said Martine, taking her coat off as she disappeared into the bedroom. “I’m moving to a new flat next weekend which is much larger and costs almost the same amount as this place. Can you believe it?” She reappeared in her skirt and jumper.

“No,” said Elaine. “Mind you, I don’t have that problem at the moment as I’m still living at home.”

“You should have a place of your own by now,” said Martine. “How old are you? Twenty eight isn’t it? I’d left home at eighteen, shared a flat with a girl named Pam for five years until she got married last year, then had to move in here as she wanted it for the marital home.”

“Yes I know, but flats are very expensive as you say,” said Elaine. “And I’m happy altyazılı porn as I am. I’m getting married to Neil next year so I need to save all the money I can at the moment.”

“Yes, I suppose you’re right,” said Martine. “Let me get that wine.”

“Can I use your bathroom?” said Elaine, still feeling the effects of the earlier events. Martine nodded. Once in the bathroom, Elaine unfastened her jacket and lifted up her skirt and underskirt. She could still see the damp stain on the front of her tights and panties. She found a handkerchief in her handbag and damped it under the tap and tried to dab the sticky mess away. She also managed to pull her tights and panties down enough to freshen up her matted pussy hairs at the same time. She found a small towel and dabbed herself dry before readjusting her clothing. She popped the towel in the laundry basket before re-joining Martine in the main room.

Martine was now sitting on the sofa with a glass of red wine in her hand. The other glass was on the floor in front of the vacant sofa seat. Elaine stooped to pick it up and sat down next to her smoothing down her skirt with her free hand. They chatted about how their careers were progressing at work, boyfriends, and hobbies. They had travelled to work on the same train regularly but rarely had the chance to talk properly as it wasn’t always possible for them to actually sit together. After a while, Martine changed the subject to the evening’s events.

So what actually happened on the train then?” she asked, sipping her wine.

Elaine recounted the story from the beginning starting with how she had first felt the wandering hand rustling her skirt in Belsize Tunnel through to the climax just past Harpenden. She giggled like a schoolgirl as she recalled nearly slapping the bald man and blushed deeply as she admitted enjoying the climax. Martine sat listening intently saying nothing and until she had finished, then leaned across and planted a small kiss on her cheek.

“You poor thing,” she said, finishing her drink. “I would have died if someone had done that to me.”

Elaine shrugged her shoulders. She swallowed the rest of her wine.

“Well, I’d better be off,” she said. “I’ve got to feed the cat and myself.”

“I could cook you something,” said Martine. “I can do a ham omelette with salad. You can stay a bit longer, surely. It’s only half past seven.”

“Well, I suppose so,” said Elaine. “I guess Fluffy can wait a bit longer. Our neighbour is always giving her titbits anyway so she won’t harm a bit longer.”

“Good, that’s settled then,” said Martine. “You can come and help me.”

They went into the kitchen area which was just big enough to accommodate them both. There was a sink with a draining board on one side, the fridge and a washing machine opposite with a melamine worktop covering each and an electric oven at the end facing the doorway. Two large cupboards were attached to the wall a couple of feet above the worktop. Martine opened one of the cupboards and pulled out two plates and a bowl, then went to the fridge for the ingredients. She handed Elaine four small tomatoes, half a cucumber and a lettuce. The cutlery was in a drawer under the draining board and she handed Elaine a serrated knife to cut them up with. Elaine had gone in first and her exit was now blocked by Martine who had the fridge door open. She started chopping the tomatoes and had her back slightly to Martine. She heard the fridge door close and had just done the second one when she felt her skirt being rustled again. She froze, knife in hand, as she felt her skirt being lifted higher together with her underskirt. She put the knife down and turned to face her assailent who let go of her clothes as she did so.

“You!” she said, smoothing her skirt down. “YOU!” She was almost shouting. “It was you, wasn’t it, fingering me, interfering with my clothes, scaring me half to death.”

Martine looked back at her. “Yes,” she admitted. “It was me.”

“But why?” said Elaine. “I don’t understand.”

“Because I’ve always admired you, your looks, the way you dress. I’ve always fancied you, but I’ve never had the nerve to say anything because I didn’t want to upset you, but tonight on the train home, I saw you surrounded by all those people and couldn’t resist it. Don’t be angry with me, please.”

“I thought I was being touched up by some dirty old man,” said Elaine, her temper rising. “I was scared stiff I was going to be raped and all the time it was you.”

“I’m sorry,” said Martine. “Please don’t be cross. I….I…I’m in love with you.”

“LOVE!” Elaine almost exploded. “I’m engaged to be married!” She flashed her ring at Martine. “I’m getting married next year. I’m not a lesbian.” She burst into tears. Martine put her arms around her.

“Come on,” she said softly. “Come and sit down.”

Elaine pushed her away, but Martine persisted. This time Elaine complied and went and sat back on the sofa. Martine sat next to her.

“Look, I know this has come as a shock to you, but you’ve nothing to worry about. I’m not a lesbian either, I have a boyfriend called Stewart who I love deeply, but I also like female company. Come on now, dry those tears.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32