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Not exactly a first try at erotic writing, but this is my first submission to this site. I’d welcome any feedback. ~A

*****

I was walking back from the library when I heard footsteps coming up behind me. I don’t know why I was worried, this is central Pennsylvania, not downtown New York City. But I tensed slightly anyway… force of habit. What I wasn’t expecting was a huge hug from behind. “Wha…!”

“Don’t you watch out for yourself?” A voice asked from behind me, playfully gruff.

“Who the…” I pulled away, and turned to find the last person I’d have expected: my ex-boyfriend, Will. “What the hell are you doing here?” I was kinda shocked. Not only was he here, he was grinning and cheerful around me.

“I’m at Skidmore. Just testing… how long it takes to get certain places.” I had a feeling that’s not what he started to say, but I wasn’t going to press him… there were bigger things on my mind at the moment, like what the fuck he was doing here.

“And Gettysburg is one of those places? C’mon, Will, I’m not an idiot.”

“Coulda fooled me…” He grinned, but continued. “Is it really all that hard to believe that I’d come visit you?” He gave me a silly smile that somehow had a sensual undertone that made my stomach flip over. I did my best to ignore it.

Don’t do that. “Yes.”

“Aww, Chrissi…” He pouted at me, which at least deserved a smile; I gave him one. “I’m not all that far away. You’re pretty nearby… and I was in Harrisburg.” It was a lame excuse, and he seemed to know it. “You don’t think I miss you?”

“No, quite frankly, I don’t.” But that was too harsh. “Well, I guess maybe. But you made it quite obvious you didn’t miss me when we were back in New York. Why now?”

He had a twinkle in his eye, kinda like I’d seen when my father got to “play” with the insides of a computer – as ecstatic as a three-year-old with a new toy. “Maybe I’ll tell you… if you’re very very nice.”

That sounded more like the Will I knew… it made me wonder what exactly was going on behind those blue eyes of his. “Huh. What does that mean in normal English? Make out with you for awhile since you can’t get any at your own school?”

“Hey! That’s low, Chrissi.”

“But oh so true.” When he winced, I knew it was true. But I did step forward and hug him anyways, having begun to warm up to the idea of Will visiting me. “You know I had to say it…” The look in his eyes kept catching mine. What was he thinking??

“Yeah, yeah.” His answering hug was warmly affectionate, and on top of that, he decided to pick me up and twirl me around like he used to when we were dating.

“I… guess I’ve missed you too, Will,” I admitted quietly into his shoulder.

He squeezed me tighter. “I know.” He lowered me back down to the ground, looking down at me with a sly smile. “What, not going to show me your dorm room? Show me around?”

I grinned at him. “My dorm room? My roommate is away with her boyfriend for the weekend… do you honestly think I’ve been spending any time in my dorm room?”

He grinned as well. “Of course. All the guys around probably know your room by now.” I smacked at him playfully, though he caught at my wrists and stopped me rather quickly. “C’mon, is that all you’ve got?” He asked, still grinning.

“Not at all!” I leaned forwards and kissed him quickly. As I’d guessed, he instantly let go of my wrists in surprise.

He blinked once or twice, totally astounded at my gesture, then pouted, though he couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s not fair! No guy can fight a girl who kisses him…”

“Yeah, I know.” I smiled at him, then pointed over my shoulder the way I had been going before he surprised me. “My dorm is that way. You want that tour or not?” He grinned, catching me up in his arms again, and lifting me bodily.

“Do I ever.”

*****

I led Will upstairs, earning Trabzon Escort several strange looks from the other girls who were smoking out front. “Here we are.” My room was the first on the right of the second floor of the building. The first floor was the common room and the laundry room.

“It’s cozy,” Will said at first. “You’re lucky, it’s bigger than mine. Your roommate’s away, you said? Who’s been sleeping there?” He pointed at the second twin bed, easily picking which was mine by the totally green sheets and comforter.

“I’ve been using it as a couch, but last night my friend Caitlin came over and we were up late. She ended up staying the night instead of walking back.” I gave him my best haughty look. “Why, did you think I was having guests?”

“Yes, of course,” he replied. “But I was surprised that they were sleeping in a separate bed.” This deserved me smacking at him again, but this time it was completely playful. When he caught at my wrists this time, it was almost like he was asking me to kiss him. I wasn’t entirely sure this was somewhere I wanted to go with him… but it’s extremely hard to ignore a male’s arousal when you are body to body with him. And it’s rather arousing of itself. So I did.

He released my wrists instantly, as before, but slid his arms around my waist instead of letting me draw away. I admit it, I was caught by his desire, his need. I never would have expected to respond so strongly to my ex-boyfriend. But I was responding. Good Lord, I was. My arms went around his neck, unintentionally pulling myself towards him, our bodies pressing closer together.

When we broke the kiss, we were both shaking slightly. I didn’t open my eyes immediately, but I could feel his eyelashes brush mine as he opened his. “Please don’t tell me to leave,” he asked, and to my surprise he seemed to be almost begging. “I don’t think I can…”

I shivered slightly, shaking in his arms as I listened to my body’s response. Every muscle was straining towards him, pressing up against him. It took me a moment to respond, as my conscience was strongly objecting. “I don’t think I can let you leave,” I finally managed to respond.

His arms tightened around me, and his body pressed closer. “I hope your dorm is all outside, or they aren’t going to sleep very well…” This time when I shivered, it was from pleasured delight.

“Will…” I said, my voice some combination of a whine and a moan. Whine because I was about to plead for my sanity, moan because I was already aroused to the point of complete abandonment. “Is this a good idea?”

He bent his head to press his lips to mine, the gentlest touch I ever remembered him giving me. “What do you think?” He asked, voice very quiet. “Personally, I think it’s a wonderful idea…” I know he was noticing as much as I how tightly our pelvises were pressed together, hungry for the contact. “I’ve missed you, Chrissi, in more ways than one.” He paused a moment before asking, “Have you missed me?”

Seeing as I’d already answered that question, I knew he was implying more than he had said. As much as I objected to telling him, mostly out of pride, I had missed the physical side of our relationship, just as much as the emotional part. But I wasn’t going to stay silent now. “Can’t you tell?” I asked quietly, laughing. “I’d think you already know that answer.” Since my statement didn’t require a response, he leaned in to kiss me once again, and I lost my sense of how much time had passed, giving in and allowing my body to revel in his touch.

When Jess walked down the hall on the way to her room, I could hear her gasp slightly as she peeked in my open door. She, like most of the other girls in my dorm, seemed to think I didn’t enjoy myself as much as I could. Many of them had spent every other night partying. Her gasp, however, startled me into breaking the kiss. He sighed, then Trabzon Escort Bayan released me, moving past me to close the door. “Better?”

I nodded, getting a chance to look at him fully in the light, instead of under the streetlamp where he’d found me. His cheeks were flushed with health and rising ardor, and I had a feeling mine were as well. “Will, tell me why you’re here.” I had to ask before I totally lost sight of reality, as I knew was likely if I kissed him again.

His eyes darkened. “It would take a long explanation, Chrissi, please don’t force me through it before I can hold you again.” I had moved half a pace backwards as he had moved forwards; ready to steel myself against possible contact.

When he gave me that look, I couldn’t say no. I opened my arms, begging, “Kiss me…” He didn’t need another word, quickly lunging the distance between us to catch me up and kiss me, giving me time to breathe every so often as he lowered his head to kiss my neck, ranging as low as he could before running into the neck of my t-shirt. Finally I pulled back slightly, taking a deep breath before moving. If I took off my shirt, as I desperately wanted to, there was no turning back. I would be sleeping with my ex-, no matter what the consequences.

Have you ever tried to ignore your body when every fiber of your being wants something? It’s utterly impossible. I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it in the general direction of my pop-open hamper. He paused before embracing me again, and I could see his eyes rove down my upper body. He stepped forward, but reached gently around me with both hands, eyes locked on mine as he unclasped my bra and drew it off, sending it flying after my shirt. My chest shook with the rattling breath I took, and I could see my nipples stiffen at the mere thought of his touch. Clearly too much for him, he took one of my breasts in his hands, lightly rubbing my nipple between thumb and forefinger, kissing me quickly before steering me towards my bed. Ever so gently he lifted me to my lofty bed, eagerly jumping up beside me. I could see my chest reflected in his eyes, and lay back, smiling encouragingly at him. I wanted this just as much as he.

Instead of lying next to me, he leaned down from where he sat, lips seeking my tender nipples. My stomach jumped as a shock ran through me, and I began shivering. I was more ready for this than I had planned… if I wasn’t careful, I’d be lost, completely under his control for as long as he touched me. But I couldn’t stop him either. The feeling his lips gave me as he suckled gently at my breast…

When I shivered almost to the point of convulsion, he stopped, moving up to kiss my lips as his hand roved my chest. I was lost instantaneously, my arms going around his neck, and my leg slowly moving over his, locking his leg in between mine. As I drew his leg further between mine, it reached the point where my shorts were in the way. We broke apart reluctantly, but his hands were anything but reluctant as he unbuttoned the fly of my shorts, and ever so slowly unzipped the zipper. He drew the garment off, tossing it with the rest of my laundry as I complained, “I show this much skin, and I’m not allowed a glance of yours?”

In response, he quickly threw off his shirt, and slid off his pants immediately after. “Better?” he asked, leaning back down to kiss me. My fingers found the slit in the front of his boxers, sliding within.

“Much…” I whispered as his eyes widened considerably. It didn’t take much before he was stiff enough I feared he’d burst. He had slid down to lie beside me as I grasped him, eyes closing as all his concentration went to my fingers on his sensitive skin. I leaned down, exposing the tip of him before he noticed my movement. My lips enclosed him before he knew I’d moved, and he jumped, eyes flying open as I slid my mouth along him slowly.

“Chrissi…!” Escort Trabzon he whispered hoarsely as I drew back and forth, beginning to move faster, tongue tickling the sensitive underside of his cock. In a moment I tasted the first spurt of his ecstasy. He pulled me away, his chest heaving with labored breath. “My turn…” he whispered eagerly, removing my underwear rather than slip his fingers within. His hands spread my legs wide, his fingers tickling, searching as he spread wide my labia. He leaned down and touched his tongue to my clit, giving me a shiver. When he began suckling, as he had my nipple moments before, I almost lost it then. I could feel wetness, as likely he could too, within moments of his lips meeting my skin, though he did not draw back. He continued suckling until I was shaking so hard he couldn’t keep his lips on me anymore. At this point, he thrust his tongue into me instead, tasting of me as he sent a ripple of pleasure through me.

This time it was I begging. “Will…” I moaned, losing control of my voice as the name turned into a long, drawn out moan of pleasure. Since he got such a reaction, he did it again, thrusting further within me this time. I gasped, and he drew back at the wetness, though while he straightened to kiss me, his fingers took the place of his tongue, not giving our kiss much time before I was gasping at his touch within me. “Will, please…” I moaned, and he reluctantly removed his fingers.

I slid my fingers within his boxers, making him stiffen for the moment before I removed them. But as soon as I had them off, he was on top of me, eagerly locking his lips to mine. I was as eager as he, legs spreading wide to welcome the touch of his skin in every possible place. My arms were around his neck as my legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer and closer to the exact position where we could meet. He put his hands beside my head, pushing himself up so he could look me in the eye. He leaned in, kissing me tenderly, before glancing down and centering himself… and thrusting his way to my pleasure.

Each time he pressed back down and into me, I gasped. My hips rolled to meet him, and after a few moments, I rolled to put him beneath me. His eyes widened a moment, then grew hungry as he saw all of me above him. He didn’t get to examine very long, as I began rotating my hips and sliding lightly up and down. His eyes widened, going cross-eyed before falling closed. This time it was he who could lie back and just enjoy the sensations, and from the expression on his face, my desperate need gave me the skill to truly give him all the pleasure possible from our union.

Though I was awake enough to continue my gyrating motion, more forcefully bringing us together until I could feel the contact deep within me, I was about ready to go cross-eyed as well, each motion sending shockwaves through me to the point I was having trouble moving enough to continue our pleasurable pastime. But the restriction made me accent the motions even more, and at this I felt Will stiffen within me. Having the response so noticeable encouraged me to greater efforts, and he began breathing as heavily as I. His hips started thrusting upwards with each completion, knowing where we were heading. I started rolling my hips around in circles at the same time as roving forth and back, and when his eyes startled open for a moment, I knew it made a difference. He started breathing in choked gasps as I fully slid up and down his length a few times, then went back to my rotating thrusts downwards. I started shaking uncontrollably as I felt my climax coming upon me. I don’t know how I kept moving, my muscles weren’t under my control. But I felt every minute change as finally I thrust downwards upon him and felt him deeper in me than ever before. This released a flood upon him, and at the same time I swear I could feel his release within me.

I sat, gasping, upon him, until I finally gasped enough air to breathe normally, and I collapsed down upon him, my position locking him within me.

*****

For a first try it’s alright, I suppose. Please give me feedback, and look for a better story coming soon. ~A

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I don’t even remember how he brought up the topic. Here I was, just landed in Bangkok, on a taxi going sight-seeing. I had only about 6 hours in my layover, enough for a small trip around town.

The taxi driver, Philip, started off by asking me if I wanted to go to some other attractions – a little farther.

Maybe next time, I said. When I come with more time to spare.

Realizing and confirming that I was alone, he warned me to stay away from the ladies of the street – can give you AIDS, he said.

Yes, I said. I had no intention of being in their company.

He said I don’t have to worry about that with a girl that he brought.

Alarmed, I asked why not.

“They have health cards.”

“Issued by who?”

“The Ministry of Health.”

“I thought this sort of stuff was illegal.” I puzzled out aloud.

“No, it’s all legal.”

I was intrigued. While Thailand is famous for sex, I still was taken aback by his openness.

He said he could bring one.

I told him, “I want to see it out of curiosity more than anything else.”

He still agreed to bring a card.

The rest of my tour was fine. We went to the Grand palace, Wat Phra, a boat ride in Chao Phrya river that ended up at Wat Arun. Most of the original itinerary was over, but there was still plenty of time.

“Where to next,” I asked.

“To the Gem factory.”

“I don’t want to buy any gems.”

After a lot of conversation, he confessed that the taxi service was subsidized by the Gem factory, and this was a requirement for him. My guess was that I did not see any of the subsidy; he probably just got a commission from them.

He did not leave me much choice. So, I agreed. The factory was a huge showroom of all kinds of jewelry. It was also teeming with foreign tourists – Farangs, as they are usually called.

I did not stay in there very long – probably about half an hour or so. And then I walked over to the designated meeting spot.

As I got there, I recognized his car. He recognized me too, and opened the door.

There was already someone in the taxi. Looked like he was doubling his fare by picking up another passenger. I wasn’t happy, and hesitated a bit. I did not want to get in – but I had already paid for it, and did not know whether free taxis were even available here. I got in. He shut the door and took off.

“Hi, I am Annie,” my co-passenger said to me. Lost in my thoughts, I hadn’t even noticed her so far. I looked at her. She was about 25, maybe a little more, short hair and wearing the current fashion – a very short dress. I wasn’t sure what to say. I gave her my name too. She stretched out her hand. I shook it.

“Philip said you wanted to see my card. I came along too.”

Ah, the mystery was solved.

She opened her purse and handed me a 3×5 booklet. I took it. It seemed like a regular health check booklet. Her picture was in there, along with entries for six months or so. It was definitely not a license to practice what Philip had intended.

“What do you think?” She asked.

I wasn’t thinking of her. Suddenly, I felt scared. Here I was, in a cab, with two accomplices of each other in an underworld trade. What if they took me to somewhere I did not want to go? What if they were after my money? Was there a risk of violence? Could they take me to a deserted place, take my money and leave me there? Or even worse?

Two things gave me comfort: first, that it was Thailand and such things, while they do happen, are rare. Second, I recognized the street as he turned. I knew we were on the highway to the airport. He could still take an exit unknown to me, but at least the right start was made and in ten minutes we would be at the airport.

“I am sorry, I must not have made myself clear,” I said. “I just wanted to see the card.”

She must have noticed the look of discomfort on my face. She answered – “Yes, he did tell me that, but I was free, so I came along. Just in case, and don’t worry about any obligation. We will be at the airport soon. You can go your way and I can go back, if we so choose.”

I was obviously a reluctant prospect and she had only a few minutes to make a sale.

I suddenly grew a lot more confident. Seeing me relax, she took my hand.

“Take a look at me, la. Aren’t I beautiful. On the street you’d steal glances at me. Take your fill now. I won’t object.” Her eyes locked on to mine.

How could Mersin Escort I decline such an invitation – especially since she was right about me stealing glances. And she was good looking too.

I looked at her eyes, her lips, her neck.

She suddenly broke the silence. “Shall I ask Philip to take us to the parking lot, or do you want to be dropped right away. You do have a couple of hours before your flight. We can pay Philip his waiting charge – about $20/hour.”

“What about you?” I asked.

“Depends on what you have in mind. My usual rate is 2500 Baht for two hours. Given that you don’t have a lot of time – so I will only charge you 1500 Baht for one hour, and the full 2500 if you want to go all the way.”

That seemed like a lot. Some quick calculations showed me that one hour with her will cost me only US$35, plus the $20 for Philip. I was enjoying her style and wanted to experience it further to see how she’d lead into it more.

I said, “parking lot.”

Philip made a turn, got into the lot and parked away from the other cars.

Then he got out and stood outside. There was enough light inside to carry on. But there was a lot more outside, to prevent any outsiders from seeing in.

She got a clock from her purse, and set it.

We resumed.

I looked at her again – eyes, neck… My eyes moved down further. I still wasn’t sure what she was expecting.

“I am not sure that I want to do this.” I said.

She smiled, saying that it was all up to me. I could stop at any time, at any stage.

I knew “the act” wasn’t going to happen, but I was enjoying everything so far. So I continued. I looked at her bust, her waist, and down to her hemline, at her thighs.

“Tell me if you want me to do anything.” She said.

OK, I said.

She took my hand and put it on her bust.

“Want to feel more?”

“Sure.” I said.

She turned around, asked me to unzip her dress about a foot or so.

I obliged.

She let the neckline hang loose. I put my hand in. Her skin was soft.

I felt her, but got her bra.

“Turn around again,” I said.

She did, and I undid her hooks, loosened the bra and asked her to take it out.

She was fit; her breasts felt firm and looked firm too. The nipples were tiny – even the breasts weren’t too large.

I took one hand off her breasts and touched her thigh. I let the hand slip in gradually. It went in until it encountered a soft patch of hair.

“What.” I remarked, “no panty.”

“Correct, on occasions like this, I prefer not to wear any. A bra is needed for looks, but a panty doesn’t do anything. It just comes in the way.”

“You walk around like this, with such a short dress, and nothing underneath?”

“Correct.” She said. “How do you know other ladies aren’t doing the same.”

“Amazing. It gives me a whole new way of looking. But aren’t you afraid that with a business like this, your juices may wet your dress.”

“Yes, that is the only thing I have to be careful of.”

I took my hand out, and with both hands, pushed her dress up with her cooperation, all the way to her waist. Her bottom was now visible to me completely. She looked good – although a bit skinny for my preference. I sat there, mesmerized by the scene – something out of a fantasy.

She started taking off her dress. I stopped her.

At this time, I did not want any more than the bottom and top out of her dress.

“Wait a little for that.” I said. I asked her to turn around on the seat so that I could see her back side rather than the front. She did.

I reached under her dress, around her, and held her breasts with my hand.

She fell down in my lap. I still could not believe it – making out with a unknown woman in the back seat of a rented car.

But I was having fun, so I banished that thought.

My hands were still on her nipples – holding and rubbing them gently. She grabbed my right hand, got it out of her dress.

Lying there in that position, she guided it to the area between her thighs. I let her. As we got there, I slid my hand in her pubic hair.

Obviously she must’ve shampooed it for it felt silky smooth. I enjoyed the feeling – not the touch of her skin, but her willingness to let me explore. In fact, not just let me explore, but to encourage and even guide me in my exploration.

Lost in pleasant thoughts, I felt my hand wandering Mersin Escort Bayan towards her labia. I paused for a minute, and entered her with my finger. As my finger touched her moistness, I suddenly realized, do I really want our body fluids to mingle. It did not matter – she had a health clearance. But – no, my conscience said – can you really trust it?

I pulled back.

“Anything wrong hon,” she asked.

“No,” I said.

But she wasn’t easily fooled. Maybe she was used to this reaction, or maybe, after being in the business long, she had come to recognize men well. Gently placing her hand on top of my left hand, which was on her breast, so that my hand could not slide off, she came to a sitting position. Her hemline was still around her waist, and she still looked ravishing.

She reached in her purse and got a baby wipe out with which she wiped the fingers that had just been inside her.

“First time, is it?” she said.

“With a stranger? Yes,” I said.

“Not to worry. If you are not comfortable with this, let us find something that you would really enjoy.”

What could she have in mind, I wondered.

“You still have the rest of my body to explore. Or I could give you a rubber barrier to keep your fingers from getting wet again.”

I accepted her first invitation, and with both my hands inside her dress, felt the soft touch of her skin – her neck, her shoulders and forearms, her cleavage and the two nice round breasts on the two sides. I lingered there for a while. She moved closer to me – in fact, very close.

“Like them?” she asked.

I nodded.

She guided my hands away from her breasts, and to her back. I was now in a soft embrace, and her breasts were touching me. She raised herself, and I could feel her breasts on my chin. It was obvious what she was getting at.

I wondered how many tongues had been there since she last washed them.

Sensing my hesitation, she took out another baby wipe and proceeded to wipe her nipples, her aureole and the area around the breast clean.

I wondered why she was doing all this. Surely not with the altruistic motive of making me happy, nor because she was attracted to me. I guess, by making me more excited she was going to increase the time I spent with her, increase the chance that I will go all the way, and maybe I would go and tell my friends to go to her. On the last one she was completely wrong. On the second one she should have realized that there was no chance of going all the way. But I was the one who was wrong.

“No,” I said, and she stopped. One breast had been wiped, but the other lay as it was. The cleaned one glistened with moisture and looked even more attractive.

“Would you like me to masturbate you?” She asked. “Or do you prefer oral sex.”

The thought of her masturbating me did not excite me much. I am a connoisseur of the female body, and that is what I wanted to enjoy today.

Of course oral was out of the question. We could always use a condom, and have regular sex – but I wasn’t too keen on that either, “Or, would you like to watch me masturbate instead.” She said, breaking me out of my reverie.

This sounded really appealing, and I agreed. And what a show it was.

“I’ll need some help from you occasionally. I hope you don’t mind.” She said.

I nodded in agreement.

She slipped her dress off completely. She sat there in the car completely in the nude. While I would have preferred for her to leave it on, I was going to let her do as she liked.

While she did this, I sat there and wondered. Here I am in transit through Bangkok and having the time of my life – that too with a woman – complete stranger to me. Bangkok has always been an exotic place for me; this added to that perception.

I contrasted my state with hers. While she was sans any shred of clothing on her body, I sat there fully clothed – a fact that hadn’t escaped her attention. She suggested that if I wanted to, I could free myself. I had no intention to. While I was straining the elastic in my undies, I declined even her other suggestion that I at least unzip, and let my member out.

I was under no illusion myself. This show was for my benefit, and no amount of pretending on her part was going to convince me that she was enjoying it too. This gave rise two feelings. First that my dressing or undressing did not matter to her at all. Second that Escort Mersin since this show was for solely my pleasure, I was determined to fully direct it towards that goal.

So when she took out three artificial penises from her bag, and asked me to select one, I gladly obliged. The first one was a rather large phallus. It would be very exciting to see it go in and out of her vagina.

The second one looked like a piston. She explained that that is indeed what it was.

“This one has an in and out motion, compared to the first one which works by vibrating.”

In and out simulated a real intercourse much more closely. Never having seen that in action, I welcomed the chance to see it.

The third one was a double one – a thick one for the front, and a thin one for the rear. All three were battery operated and had wired remotes.

You into anal too? I asked.

“Sure, if that is what my customers want – and you would be surprised at how often they want it. Are you too?”

I was tempted. Here was another chance to fulfill my fantasy. But two things stopped me – first that it wasn’t any orifice that I fantasized about – it was a specific someone’s rear orifice. The second one, again, was the desire not to let fluids mix. Sure, a condom would have helped, but I wasn’t about to take chances.

I selected the double one. If the show was solely for me, why skimp on anything?

She got out a tube of K-Y Jelly, and spread it liberally on both probes.

Handing the device to me, she turned around on the back seat of the car: an offering. I noticed the driver was still outside, looking away from the car – as if keeping watch. I guess this was normal occurrence for him, regardless of how abnormal it was for me.

I wondered how many Thai laws I was breaking – nudity in a car, sex in a car, all this in a public place, and with a prostitute! The thought made my adrenaline pump even stronger – not to mention blood going to specific parts of my body.

She was on all fours now, on top of the rear seat. Using my thumb and forefinger, I spread her cheeks with my fingers and gently pressed the tip against her.

“Ooh,” she said.

“Anything the matter.”

“It’s a little cold,” she answered.

I pressed again.

“Oo,” she repeated.

“And a little tight?” I asked.

After a moment’s pressure, the lubricant took over and Annie relaxed; the tip slipped inside her rear.

“Mmm.”

While I was busy at the rear, she directed the front probe into her pussy. Soon both probes had completely disappeared into her. What remained was the horizontal piece connecting them, with the wire hanging from it.

Before she had a chance to say anything, I reached out and took control of the remote. I turned it on. She started moaning softly. It really did feel like I was playing with a toy. While I did have feelings for her, I was determined to get the most enjoyment out of it. I put my hand at the bottom of the device, and gave it a gentle shove. It went in a little more. I turned the knob, and the speed of vibration increased. I suddenly turned it all the way up. The hum went up, and so did her moaning.

“Please slow down,” she said.

“Why,” I asked.

I was really enjoying not just her reaction, but also the feeling of control. My initial apprehensions had disappeared. I started playing around with the knob, increasing and decreasing speed at random. I enjoyed observing her reaction in response to it. My excitement kept increasing. I indeed was straining hard against the elastic of my underwear. I was too busy to notice – the remote control was a great aphrodisiac. The pressure inside me had built to a very high level. When it couldn’t build any more, I let go, and felt a warm rush.

Noticing this, she fell into my lap, and gave me a long kiss, between moans, as the vibrator was still busy inside her. I was done, but my show wasn’t. However, instead of taking charge myself, I let her take charge. She set the speed, and her moaning kept increasing, and then it stopped.

I kissed her again, as she lay panting in my lap.

We just sat there like this for a few minutes.

Then I opened the window, asked Philip to hand me my bag from the trunk, to change out of my wet clothes. As I took my wet underwear off, she reached over, and took me in her mouth. In an instant, I was up again.

Deftly, she worked until I came yet one more time.

I would have lingered on even more, but it was getting close to the time to catch my flight. Philip drove us to the airport. We settled our account, and I got on my plane, with a big smile on my face. And, still wondering if the health card was real, or just a story to reel me in.

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I met Ginger from a posting of mine she replied to on an Adult personals website with the email titled “Hello Neighbor” which was in reference to the city we both lived in. From the moment I replied to her email until the first time we met in the parking lot of a Starbucks coffee shop was about two weeks. We sat and chatted for about 20 minutes and she told me that she was involved with a man but lived alone. I by the way am married and was seeking to find a special relationship. The conversation was very pleasant and we held hands during that time and I complemented her on the softness of her skin. The time seemed to go very fast when she informed me that she would be late for work if she did not leave then so she gave me a quick peck on the lips and left.

Afterwards she left a lingering image in my mind as I thought about some pleasant possibilities that could come about with a woman who lived so close by. As the days went by we exchanged a few emails and talked about our likes and dislikes. Ginger it seems was not one to rush into something so fast and the days turned into weeks without our meeting again. Then it happened. My wife and daughter were planning on leaving on a Wednesday to go out of town with a friend and I was supposed to pick them up the following Saturday.

Ginger let me take advantage of the opportunity to meet her at her house on Thursday after work. It seems that she had most Thursday afternoons off and gave me her address. During the course of our chats Ginger disclosed that she enjoyed being massaged and also giving massages. We sat on her sofa and talked for a bit. She was so polite and nice I felt like reaching out and pulling her to me for a kiss but refrained. I told her about a adult shop where my wife and I buy her toys and flavored massage oil so we decided to drive out there and buy some. The drive to the store was very pleasant with her and I felt very comfortable with her. When we got to the store she was amazing. No apprehension whatsoever as she checked out everything from dildos to vibrators to adult movies. I was really liking Ginger and her openness and couldn’t wait until we left to go back to her house. I bought the oil and off we went.

When we got to her house I wanted to give her a massage first but she insisted on giving me one first. I relented and she took me to a room she had set up with a raised bed that was almost like a massage table. She took off her clothes and put on a small robe and told me to undress and get under the sheet. I took my clothes off and laid them on a chair she had next to the bed then proceeded to get under the sheet. She had me lay face down and poured the oil on my shoulders (which we heated in the microwave) and began massaging the oil into me. Wow did this feel great. We talked as she massaged my shoulders and lower back and it was quite pleasant.. Every section of my body that she finished she Maraş Escort would cover with the sheet. Slowly she worked her way down to my butt cheeks and gave them a nice deep massage. Slowly she worked her way down to my legs. She poured warm oil over my legs and slid her hands over and into my thighs. As she worked her hands on my inner thighs she would slowly work her way closer to my balls. All the while she would be talking to me as her hands glided up and down my thighs, but my mind was focused on her hands and they continued to touch my balls with each upstroke. She was an artist. i could feel my loins building up pressure and I started to play a mind game with myself as I did not want to prematurely cum when she had not even touched my cock yet. So this seemed to work for me as I got my cock under control and relaxed as she worked her way downward to my calves and feet. I felt as if I was in seventh heaven as she massaged me there. I hoped this would never end.

When she finished with my calves she instructed me to turn over. I did as instructed and she covered my abdomen and cock with the bed sheet and moved to the head of the bed and began massaging my chest and arms. With each downward stroke on my chest toward my abdomen her tits, although covered, would graze my face. I so wanted to rip it off her and have her tits float across my face, but I refrained and enjoyed the sensation of her hands massaging my chest. After ten minutes of the chest massage she uncovered my cock and pour warm oil over it and slowly began massaging my cock. As she massaged my cock she would look straight into my face and talk so softly. Her hands were working absolute magic on my cock as she stroked so slowly. With the build up of the sensual massage on my inner thighs I new I could not hold off much longer so I willed myself to last.

Ginger didn’t just stroke my cock, she massaged my balls ever so gently, cupping them and roiling them in hands. She stroked below my scrotum and told me that the prostate is right here and slid her fingers past my balls and down into my ass crack and put her finger right on my asshole. It sent a shiver through me as she did this and said ” A prostate massage can make you cum hard”. But then moved back up to my balls and shaft.

When I came I exploded she cupped her hand and milked every drop of cum out of me telling me that I came a lot and that she liked the feel of cum on her body. As she finished with me she told me to relax and “Enjoy the moment” then it would be her turn. I lay there completely drained.

A few minutes later she came back into room, took off her robe and got under the sheet.

I heated up the oil again and came back and began pouring it on her back and shoulders. This was the first time I ever massaged anyone and i was enjoying the feeling of rubbing the oil into her skin. She instructed me a little but then Maraş Escort Bayan it seemed to come naturally as I worked her muscles by her shoulders and neck. With each stroke I was getting the hang of it and took my time. She moaned and told me that I was doing a good job.

I massaged her back and lower back with deep long stroke. Each stroke would get a soft moan. I worked my way downward and upward and every once in awhile I would stroke her sides where her breasts were protruding outward. I massaged the sides of her breasts which she seemed to enjoy again and gave a soft moan. This encouraged me as I now moved downward to her butt. I got on one side of the bed and was in a standing position and began kneading her butt muscles and down to her thighs. I had watched some massage videos on the internet (porn of course) and applied the techniques I saw there. Looking down at her ass while I massaged her gave me the biggest thrill. Not knowing Ginger that well I wanted to take my time and let her enjoy this as much as I was in giving it to her.

I kneaded her thighs and calves and and moved down to her feet. I poured oil onto my hands and massaged first one foot then the other. I massaged all of her toes which she enjoyed and slowly worked my way up her other leg. As I did this, Ginger slowly opened her legs wider giving me a view of her beautiful pussy and ass as I saw her totally uncovered.

Looking at her now was getting me excited again and my cock began to grow unhindered by any clothes. I massaged my way up her inner thigh and up towards her pussy. This caused a reaction as she opened her legs even wider giving me total access to her ass and pussy. It was a magnificent sight to behold as I poured oil onto her ass crack and let it ooze down towards her pussy. I let my fingers massage up and down her slit over and over and with each stroke Ginger emitted a soft moan indicating to me that I was doing OK. I slid my hands from her asshole down to the opening of her pussy and slowly inserted a finger just inside her then back up her entire slit and back to her asshole again. I asked her if she minded my finger there and she just said “Am I complaining?” which encouraged me to slowly massage her slit in long strokes from ass to pussy.

Then I slid my finger deep into her pussy feeling the soft velvety texture of her inner walls for the first time. With a finger I touched her clit and she really loved that. After about 10 minutes of massaging her pussy in her face down position, she rolled over and I got to see her tits in all their glory. Her nipples were a rosy pink and about a half an inch long. I poured massage oil on them and started kneading each tit. I slowly worked each nipple and made circular motions around each mound. She was now moaning more so I stuck a nipple into my mouth and began to suck. At first I was giving gentle sucking action Escort Maraş then began to flick her nipple and knead it between my teeth and lips. She seemed to enjoy this immensely which to me indicated I was doing a good job. I poured more oil onto her abdomen and worked my way down her legs from the top and again kneaded her thighs avoiding touching her pussy for now. Slowly I massaged my way back up her legs and back to her pussy. She told me to grab the clit vibrator which I did and placed it on her clit. The vibrator had 8 speeds and I slowly increased the speed and pushed it on and around her clit. With my other hand I slid a finger into her pussy and probed upward towards her g-spot. I finger fucked her as the vibrator was making her squirm as she called my name ” Oh Lou, Oh Lou”.

The inside of her pussy felt so good on my fingers that it made me just want to bury my whole head inside her pussy. I felt upward toward her g-spot and gave it a little pressure causing her to moan even more. I continued probing with my finger and massaging her clit for several minutes when I reached for a solid plastic dildo and slowly inserted it into her pussy. By now I climbed on the bed and was between her spread legs pumping the dildo in and out of her beautiful pick pussy. She managed to take to clit vibrator from my hand and was now in full control of massaging her clit leaving me to concentrate on fucking her with the dildo. Ginger had one hand on her clit and one hand pinching her nipples and I was enjoying this erotic display more than I could have imagined. After several minutes of this action I could feel her close to cumming as she kept saying “Don’t stop, don’t stop” and I was pushing the dildo up and into her making sure I was getting her g-spot.

Suddenly she began convulsing as her legs began to shake and her orgasm hit. It seemed as if she was cumming in waves as I let her “Enjoy the moment”. She looked so good laying there with her feet between my legs and touching my cock that she made me hard again just looking at her. Then I took my cock and pressed it against the toes of one foot. I asked her if she ever gave a footjob and she said no but would try anything . With that I took both her feet and wrapped them around my cock. I didn’t have to say anything else. She began stroking my cock up and down between her toes and then back and forth. The sensation of her feet on my cock was incredible. There are different sensations from blow jobs to hand jobs to foot jobs as each has its own distinct pleasure. As she was stroking me she made the comment that this was a good workout for her legs. The view of her legs open wide while giving me a footjob gave me a perfect view of her pink pussy and even though I had cum an hour earlier the texture of her feet on the head of my cock was bringing me to the edge again. I tried to hold off as long as I could to enjoy it some more but I didn’t want her to get tired so I concentrated on the pleasure of her toes wrapped around my cock. That is when I exploded onto her feet spurting cum all over her toes and she kept pumping and milking ever drop out of me.

That was the first time with Ginger…

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Before my mother headed back to work we had figured the best time to install the location app onto my father’s phone was while he was in bed. Mom said she’d bring it to me as soon as he was sound asleep which was usually around eleven.

A text from Anne arrived just after mom had left. She told me she’d forgot her phone when she left in a rush first thing and had wanted to message me all morning to see if I was free that afternoon. She seemed to have no inclination her mother might have checked her phone and I’d already decided I wasn’t going to mention meeting her mother earlier.

Needless to say I hot footed it over to Anne’s for the second time that day and we had a very satisfying session in her room. Ordinary straight forward almost vanilla sex. It was actually quite refreshing!

On my way to see Simon after leaving Anne’s, Diane text to see if I fancied picking her up after her lesson.

Simon was even more buoyant than the last time I’d seen him. He told me about a threesome he’d had with Wendy and a friend of hers. I asked for details and he told me her friend was a lot a fitter than Wendy but he had a suspicion she might have been gay as she’d had a fascination with Wendy’s pussy and hadn’t let him fuck her, but she’d been naked and he’d fondled her boobs!

Like usual Diane could hardly wait to get to our spot and have fast hard sex before making out at a more leisurely pace. We chatted like we always do and for maybe the first time I started see her as someone I could see myself settling down with.

I was in my room reading a required book for my course when mom silently stole into my room around eleven. I was lying on my bed in my shorts and she had on quite a plain nightie. She handed me the phone and sat very close to watch as I installed the app which would allow us to track dads movements. Mom was so close I could feel her nipple rubbing my upper arm, I was sure she must have felt it too.

After I’d set the app up I opened my phone and showed her the marker on Google maps relating to dads phone. I should mention, my mom is a bit of a technophobe with some things but she readily grasped what it meant.

Before she slipped out of my room as silently as she’d entered we were both standing facing each other. I could easily make out the outline of her boobs as her nipples were by then quite hard. I could just made out the darkness of her pubes too. Moms gaze slipped down to the tent my dick was starting to make in my shorts. We stood like that for maybe ten seconds, it was like there was static buzzing in the room, I’m sure my mother felt it too as she had a look on her face similar to the time she had watched me with Mary.

The spell broke when she said she’d better get back to bed. She kissed me briefly on my cheek and left quickly after saying good night.

The next morning she was in quite a cheerful mood. Dad had been gone twenty minutes and she asked me to check where he was. My phone showed us he was where he was supposed to be, at his office. I asked if she’d found any more evidence and she told me she hadn’t noticed anything but hadn’t started really searching yet.

On a whim as she was leaving I asked if she could get back at lunch time but she told me she was tied up all day. I did think of seeing Mary anyway but at the time I actually didn’t feel like it. After a slow start I got into my studying every hour or so checking in on my dad who according Kuşadası Escort to the app never budged from his office. Even at lunch time he only went a few yards to a sandwich bar and back. I knew he always left work at five and watched him drive steadily back only stopping once for fuel.

For some reason I didn’t want to be home when he got in so I went to see Simon who was still happily reliving the events of the previous day. We played a few games on his computer and at seven I got a text off mom saying dad had said he was going out in a bit. I told her I’d be back in ten mins.

I passed dad in our hall way, he said he couldn’t stop and was out the door. Mom was in the kitchen. I sat on a stool beside her and together we watched where he was headed. When he stopped he was right outside Diane’s house!

I took a few moments for mom to work out where he was but when she did, boy did she swear! I’d never heard her say most of the words before. It was all I could do to stop her going around to Mary’s with a baseball bat.

Eventually she calmed down. But when she did, she began to cry. I got off my stool and hugged her as she sat on her’s. As tough as she wanted us all to believe she was, my mother appeared to be the same as everyone else when push came to shove.

After a while she stopped sobbing but I carried on holding her until I felt her pull away. Mom looked at my shirt and started laughing.

‘Look what I’ve done to your shirt!’ she exclaimed. ‘I’m so sorry Paul, what must you think of me.’

‘Mom, I’ve no idea what you mean. You just found out dads cheating on you. You have every right to shed a few tears.’

‘I wasn’t crying over your father getting his rocks off or his backside caned by that slut. I was crying because it seems like everyone in the world is having fun but me!’

This semi outburst surprised me. I reminded her what she’d got up to a few days ago. She grudgingly admitted she had enjoyed slapping Mary, even more so now! What about parading around in front of me, nude. I asked.

‘Ok. I get it I have been having a little fun recently, but I still feel like it’s passing me by.’

‘Life you mean?’

‘Yes life.’

‘What is it you think you’re missing? If I can help, I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make you feel you’re living life in the fast lane.’

‘Oh Paul. That’s already cheered me up. Is your dad still with the slut?’ I checked my phone and nodded. ‘Will you take me out for a drink? I don’t want to be here when he gets back. I can freshen up while you change your shirt.’

‘Mom, that’s a great idea. Put on something sexy and we’ll raise a few eyebrows.’ I joked as I headed up the stairs.

My mother took me at my word. When she joined me in the kitchen she was wearing a lightweight blouse through which I could plainly see her bra as well as quite a short loose skirt.

‘Wow mom! That is what I call a sexy outfit. Where do you fancy going?’

‘Lets drive for a bit and decide when we’re moving’

I drove us about twenty miles, into the next town and a pub I’ve drank in a few times. As we walked from the car to the pub mom slipped her arm into mine and said she wanted everyone to think she was my cougar this evening. I thought it was a great idea and set about playing the part of her young stud!

We had a great time in the bar. My mother touched me in one way or another just about Kuşadası Escort Bayan the whole time we were there. I don’t know if it was my imagination, but she seemed to take every opportunity to rub her boob against my arm or my back. Once or twice I felt myself getting hard but did my best to ignore the fact. For my part I had my hand on her thigh or over her shoulders most of the time.

It was eleven when we got back. We already knew dad had got in around half nine. Mom checked on him and as per usual she said, he was dead to the world. In the kitchen she put her arms around my neck and kissed me like she was kissing a lover. It took me completely by surprise but I have to admit I didn’t find it unpleasant!

‘That was for doing an excellent good job of cheering me up.’

She kissed me again, a little longer and said, ‘That was for being such a thoughtful son.’

The third kiss was a real beaut and lasted long enough for me to forget who was kissing me and I started feeling her behind. ‘That was for saying I looked fit the other day.’

The during the fourth kiss my hands absentmindedly found their way under her skirt to fondle her panty clad bum. When she didn’t speak I asked what that kiss was for. She smiled and said, ‘That one was because I like kissing you.’

By then I was well and truly turned on and not in complete control of my tongue which is possibly why I told her to get ready for bed and I’d give her a goodnight kiss. We climbed the stairs together and separated on the landing. I undressed and was in my boxers when she came into my room wearing only her thin cotton nightdress.

Without speaking she came to me and we had our longest and most sensual kiss so far, my one hand was under her nightie fondling her bum while the other massaged one of her tits though the thin material of her nightie. Moms hands were all over me too, she pulled me tight to her and rubbed her self against my extremely hard dick.

Eventually we came up for air and my mother had the same look of raw lust on her face I’d seen the other day. I pushed my shorts off and proudly showed her the effect our kissing had had on me. If she had moved closer I would have pulled her onto my bed and made love to her. Her inner strength was obviously stronger than mine because she slowly back out of my room with a look of grim determination on her face. At the door she whispered, good night and went to her room.

Needless to say I had no chance of sleeping without relieving the pressure so I jacked off for the first time in, actually I couldn’t remember!

I stayed in my room until I heard dad leave the next morning and went down for breakfast in just my shorts. My mother was in the kitchen in her towelling bathrobe. Not being too sure how to act around her after last night, I settled for a cherry good morning. I was very relieved when she gave as cheerful a greeting in reply. I was so relieved in fact, I turned her face to mine and kissed her lightly on her lips.

‘You know stud, we were extremely naughty last night.’

‘You know mother, I do believe you’re correct. But I for one enjoyed ever immoral second of it.’

‘I did too you know. It was very naughty of you to tempt me like you did.’

‘It could be said it was very naughty of you to leave me like that. You’re lucky I’m still speaking to you, if a date left me hanging like that, it’s unlikely they’d get Escort Kuşadası a second date.’

‘I am honoured. As a matter of interest, what were you hoping I’d do?’

‘Put out of course.’

‘You wanted to have sex with you mother?’

‘Last night in my room you weren’t my mother you were an attractive women I’d spent a very enjoyable evening with, who happened to be wearing very little.’

‘Do you know, I almost didn’t put my nightie on.’

‘If you hadn’t there’s no way you’d have got out of it un-fucked.’

‘I wonder if you know how close I was to falling into your arms when you took your shorts off.’

‘I know how close it was.’

I put my right hand on the top of her chest near her neck. We looked into each others eyes as I let it slip down until I held her left boob in my hand. We shared a light kiss which nether the less was full of as much passion as any we’d shared last night.

My phone bleeped which broke the spell and we separated. It was Diane asking if I’d like to come over later in the morning. I told my mother who it was and how I was starting to feel about her. She was genuinely very happy for me.

She went up to her room to get ready for work as I ate my breakfast. Before she left I removed the lipstick from her lips and gave her something to think about on her drive to work.

Diane was in a great mood, she’d asked if I wanted to have a walk around the shopping centre so when I got to her place we headed straight out. We hadn’t gone half a mile when she mentioned my dad had been at her house last night. Only just managing to keep the car straight I asked as casually as I could why he’d been there. Apparently he and her dad had gone out while she and her mom had watched a film on the box!

The one failing of the tracker in dads phone was it only tacked where the phone went. Dad must have left his in his car when he parked. Diane saw something was wrong and when she asked, I told her about my mom thinking my dad was cheating on her and how I had put an app on his phone to track him and how when he went to her house last night we’d both thought he had been there with her mom.

Diane could see why we’d made the assumption but told me my dad had gone out her father a few days ago too. I asked where they went and she said as far as she knew it was some fraternity thing. Like the Masons? I asked, Diane just shrugged.

The first chance I got, I messaged my mom the latest info. Her concise reply was, WTF.

After checking out a few shops and being introduced to a few of her friends we went back to her place and had normal straight sex like I’d had with Anne, yesterday with similar satisfaction!

I had dinner with my parents which was almost a comical situation. Mom was looking decidedly sheepish while dad was his normal, not quite boring self. I mentioned Diane had told me he’d gone out with her father last night… he wasn’t cagey or secretive, he just said they went for a drink. Mom caught my eye, and nodded towards dad. I said I didn’t know he knew Diane’s father and he said he’d known him for years, their companies did a lot of business together.

If mom wanted any more gen I figured she could field the next question else it’d look like I was being nosy! As it was dad got a call and excused himself from the table. While he was in the lounge mom asked me what I thought, I shrugged and said as far as I could see dad had most likely joined a fraternity like Diane said and possibly her father had introduced him.

‘Who knows,’ I said ‘The weals on his behind might have been some weird initiation thing.’

Mom looked at me with out speaking and maybe realised I was more than likely right on the money.

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Oh, what a horrible, boring day it was for you! Books, meetings, spreadsheets; not a break all day. The thought of going home to a boring evening was weighing heavy on your mind. As you drove home, thinking this, your car got a mind of it’s own. Suddenly you found yourself in the parking lot of your favorite bar/restaurant. This particular establishment brought back fond memories of a special friend. Here you’ve met her twice, both times were enriching.

The bar was dark and a little smoky. You really did not pay too much attention to your fellow patrons as you ordered a drink. In a daze, you sipped and relaxed. After a few minutes, your mind came back down and you began to look around. Casually people watching, your eyes were suddenly drawn to a woman at the far end of the bar.

She was perched on her stool, having a lively conversation with the bartender. She appeared to be wearing tight black jeans. Her white blouse was both conservative and erotic. As she chatted in an animated manner, the shirt seemed to flow around her. Her hair was long, curly and pulled back at the face. All you could see was the back of her head, but that sight was enough to send chills down your spine.

You suddenly had butterflies in your stomach, your palms got sweaty, your heartbeat rapid and vocal. Could it be?

It took you a second to get up your nerve and walk the illusionary 5 miles from your seat to hers. You stood next to, and slightly behind her, hoping the odds and Gods were in your favor. Just as you were about to tap her on the shoulder, she turned to you.

You looked into each other’s eyes and laughed!

“Well, fancy meeting you here,” she remarked.

“What ARE you doing here?” you asked.

The answer to your question was her in your arms, a kiss presented. You held her warmly and obliged. Oh, it felt so good to feel and to taste her. “Why did I wait so long?” Malatya Escort you asked yourself.

As the kiss broke, she whispered in your ear with a voice riddled with passion, “Let’s get out of here.” She turned away and settled her bill with the barkeep. She turned back to you and smiled. You smiled and walked out with her.

Not knowing what to do (a hotel was out of the question as you did have to pick up your son from Hockey later), you walked through the dark parking lot mechanically, following her lead. The next thing you knew, you were at your car. You automatically unlocked it and climbed in. She got in the passenger side.

You car was parked in a dark corner of the parking lot. The night was rainy but warm. What to do? Well, it seems she was not so uncertain.

“When is the last time you get it in a car?” she coyly asked.

You laughed and said, “It’s been a long time! I suppose tomorrow my answer will be different?”

She laughed and nodded. You car is small, and you were wondering how this was going to work. And you were already very aroused with the thought. She reached over, as if magnetically drawn to your heat. She smiled up at you and you gave her a sheepish grin. What could you say? She took that as encouragement and started to unbuckle your belt. You set your seat back, always the considerate gentleman… Ha!

In a flash, she had your warmth in her hand. After taking one last glance your way, she dropped her head to your lap. Oh! You liked the way it looked; to see the back of her head, then the side of her face as she enjoyed you. She started by lightly touching the tip of you with her hot, wet tongue. Then she circled your head, slowly, teasingly, hotly. Leaving your head, she took a sudden, long swipe down the face of your cock with her tongue. You leaned back and closed your eyes. She was so enjoying herself; really Malatya Escort Bayan getting into it. She was sucking you with a mixture of rapid strokes and slow, thorough sweeps. She reached down the end of your shaft and licked your balls.

You were enjoying yourself immensely. “Gee, I’ll have to stop off from work more often,” you think to yourself.

She was enjoying you; getting you so close, sensing that, backing off, then building you up again. You wanted to be inside her! You reached a hand over her shoulder and reached under her shirt. Ah! You confirmed your suspicions; no bra! You started to fondle her tits. Her nipples were already hard, which pleased you. When you touched her, she paused mid-suck. You had her attention! Encouraged, you continued to stroke and rub her nipples. She was losing her focus on your cock as she enjoyed your touch. You tried to get into her pants, but could not reach in that position.

“Let’s crawl in the back seat,” she murmured.

Now, small car, stuff in the back… Not possible. Realizing this, she sat back up in her seat and wiggled herself out of her jeans. You got a glimpse; no panties! God, you love the look of her smooth pussy. You leaned over and touched her. Wet! Mmmmm, this is one hot girl. You fingered her lightly and brought your finger to your mouth to taste her. Sweet! You leaned over and tried to eat her out. Very awkward! She enjoyed it, but you could tell she was frustrated and wanted more. You pulled back and looked at her.

“Think you could crawl over to this seat?” she asked.

“I’ll try…” you replied.

Well, after much finagling, a few gymnastic moves and much laughter, you did make it over to the passenger seat. She was straddled on your lap. The windows of the car were all fogged up, and about to get worse!

She leaned over and kissed you. While you were so occupied, she Escort Malatya eased herself up and over you, poised over your love spear. Deftly, she lined up and eased on. Oh! The feeling of it slowing entering her tight pussy… The feeling of her hot, wet opening, easing slowly down, then up, then down further, until you were all the way in her. Slowly, she pulsed up and down as you thrust back. Slowly, but with increasing tempo. You were in the rhythm, now. Bucking upward and down as she rode herself to orgasm. As she came, she set herself down hard on you, motioned you to be still as wave after wave of release hit her. Finally, she drifted back to earth.

“Oh, that was great,” she hissed. You love the way her face looks after orgasm, all soft and glowing; eyes half lidded with the release of tension.

You let her settle for a moment more, then took control. You placed your hands on her hips and controlled her moves. Then you fucked her with expert strokes, as you’ve come to know her. Deep and steady. As you got ready to cum, you held her still, thrust one more time, deeply, and shot your big, hot load. As your release came, so did hers, again. Your bodies were still on the outside, but sexual spasms rolled on and on inside.

“Ohhhh. That was great,” you murmured. She laughed.

“Hon, I was hoping you would be here tonight. I’ve been helplessly horny and I know you’ve been so busy. I was hoping I’d catch you. If not, I was hoping the memories of this place would ease my tension. Thanks for being here,” she said.

“Oh, ya, thank me…Thank YOU!” you replied.

With that you both laughed, bumped elbows, noses and knees as you got dressed. You definitely needed the defroster to clear up your windows. The hockey game was over in about 20 minutes, and you know you had to get going. She sensed this and kissed you warmly.

“Bye, Dear,” she whispered. “E-mail me. Let’s get together again, this time maybe with your friends? Don’t make me wait so long this time.”

“You’ve got it,” you said. She got out and walked to her car. As she drove away, you thought, “Wow” and drove off in the rain. The scent of your sex heavy in the damp air…

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Clutching the scrap of paper that had been handed to me last night and wondering what the hell I was doing here I tapped three hard short knocks on the door, lamenting to the shop bought Christmas wreath that ‘yes it was that time of year again’.

When approached last night I had been in a terrible mood, whether this was obvious or not I have no idea, presumably, it was written in capitals across my chest as the only person who approached me was the stranger who gave me this paper and disappeared back into the frosty night.

Around the Christmas period (before and after) I suggest that there are three types of people; A) Those like the miser scrooge; This type dread Christmas with a ‘bah-humbug’ type of attitude; B) Those who are like excitable children; Counting down the days from the start of advent to the big day in a hyper active, impenetrable vortex and C) Those who have no one and no body to celebrate with and so mimic the characteristics of the first person I mentioned.

I fall somewhere in between numbers one and three, not quite knowing how much of my distaste towards Christmas is genuinely there or part of an automatic defence mechanism, put in place by hurt after so many lonely Christmas’s.

Knowing myself and knowing that I am usually such a ‘sissy, never-try-anything-new’ type of girl I was surprising myself with each step I took away from the bus stop towards my current destination and now I stood at the door waiting to enter I felt nothing short of shock. Adding to the unusualness of the situation was the outfit I had chosen to wear. As a rule I only wore anything ‘sexy’ if put under a lot of pressure from girlfriends and was much more comfortable in loose jeans and baggy T-shirts. Tonight though I had dressed up, and as I hadn’t told anyone where I was going or about my chance encounter with the sexy guy in the street last night, I had no one to blame but myself. Trying to look inconspicuous on the doorstep of a house on a street that looked like something out of the Stepford Wives was not easy. Knowing that under the leather knee length trench coat I had chosen not to wear pants, or anything else, made me grip the bottom of the coat against my thighs nervously.

The house I was standing outside of had no exceptional qualities in comparison to the other detached houses lining the small cul-de-sac. The size, shape and mostly the design of the small front gardens copied each other in uniformly distasteful Christmas decorations. The garden belonging to this house, on the left of where I stood was home to a giant, neon, Santa sleigh and only one reindeer. Looking like a cross between a horse and a donkey, I only identified it as a reindeer because of its shiny red nose!

After what seemed like an age, the door opened, dragging me out of my dreamy, observant state. I was face to face with the guy who had handed me the mysterious note with only this address written on it, looking at him I knew exactly why I had taken a chance and come to meet him.

Tonight he was dressed in scruffy, drain-pipe jeans pulled tight across his skinny hips and a plain T-shirt. This guy was indeed hot!

“I’m Jack”, he introduced. He offered me a rough hand shaking it, I told him my name was Carla inwardly cursing myself. I’d just told a complete stranger my real name, so much for the fantasy element of our meeting! In the past 24 hours when I had been thinking about this meeting I had always used a much sexier name; usually Lolita! Well, too late now.

Turning to let me follow him into the house, I was transfixed by Jacks beautiful arse, causing me to almost trip on the Persian carpet covering the wooden floor in the hall. Cursing myself inwardly again, this time for being such a clutz I stared at the floor, too nervous to pay proper attention to my surroundings.

Handing me a black carrier bag, Kütahya Escort the type that porn films are always packaged in and asking me to get ready Jack held out his arm indicating that I should enter the room on my left. Cramped and dimly lit, there was nothing very exciting about the room I now stood in; my heart was beating incredibly fast. As if Jack knew that I was desperate to look in the bag he had handed me he quietly left the room.

Kneeling down on the plush red carpet I removed the lamp and a few make up items from the upturned box that was serving as a table. Frantically shaking the bag upside down onto the table and piling its contents on top of each other, I realised that I was expected to wear the outfit I saw. I took off the coat, naked now except for the knee-high boots and stroked the latex skirt. My nipples stood erect despite the room being quite warm.

I had to wiggle into the green skirt, inching it up my arse. It was barely worth wearing; I could stroke my pussy without even lifting it up. I contemplated stroking myself to an orgasm there and then, I was surely horny enough but decided to wait. Jack had promised me a Christmas to remember and I was eager to find out if he could live up to that promise. For some reason I attracted guys who were into the missionary only position and that didn’t really do it for me! The top Jack had given me was more modest, long sleeves and a tight cut, exposing only the tops of my bra-less breasts. I liked the way it clung to the curve of my pert breasts and the way my nipples pointed through the green fabric. There were only two more items of clothing to put on now, a small pointy green hat and some silk hold-ups. The hold-ups left quite a lot of flesh exposed between their lacy tops and the bottom of the skirt, showing a strip of pale flesh. There was a small mirror on the wall, but the room was so small that I could only see the top half of my body in it. I shook out my hair and ruffled it up a little bit. Putting on the hat, I looked quite the part. My blond hair, messily framed my heart shaped face and my blue eyes shone, probably because of lusty anticipation. I couldn’t see any shoes: not wanting to put my boots back on and ruin the outfit I took small restricted steps around the room, smiling to myself that I was even the right height for an elf.

Thinking that now was probably the time to leave the room I took a deep breath, turned the door handle and headed in the opposite direction of the front door. The corridor was as dimly lit as the room I had just left, the shadows created by the tall candles leapt across by body and made me feel warm. My feet gently padded along the carpet… I was barely breathing, trying to listen for any clues as to what would happen to me. Where was Jack?

Coming to a dead end other than for a spiral staircase leading downwards, I had no other option but to go down. Without hoisting the skirt up above my hips I was unable to spread my legs and so it took a long time to get down the stairs. Still I saw nobody else. Now though the air was filled with Christmas music. I rolled my eyes as I heard the familiar chant of Jingle Bells…I hoped that where ever I was, alcohol would not be in short supply!

At the bottom of the stairs there was only one door, the music was louder as I approached here. Without knocking I pushed open the door.

Wow! This place is amazing. It looked truly beautiful. Small, silvery, flashing fairy lights glitzed around the room, hanging down from the low ceiling, the light catching in the snow flakes blowing around. There was indeed a bar, decorated in the same sparkling lights with an abundance of mistletoe hung from above. At the back of the room I spotted a huge tree. Decorated with seemingly every type of Christmas bauble and tinsel, it was the most amazing Christmas tree I have Kütahya Escort Bayan ever seen. Christmas music continued to blare out of the stereo speakers but after the initial shock of walking into a Christmas Grotto I began to pay more attention to the other people in the room. Everyone I saw was female, all very sexy. Dressed in identical outfits to myself and around the same height, it was like I had really walked into a room full of gorgeous little elves. Most people I saw were busy laughing and chatting in small groups or couples. It was extraordinarily hot in the basement room despite wearing so little. I gawped at the women who were already stroking each other lewdly. And watched one girl flick her tongue in and out of anothers mouth the small piercing catching my eye. Jack was nowhere to be seen. All over the place women were getting it on. I’d never had an experience with another girl before except for one time at high school when me and my best friend had played with each others tits. I was much more interested in finding Jack.

A fake cave had been constructed in the far corner of the room. I made my way over there picking up a rum and coke from the bar on the way. The bar was a free-for-all; some of the girls were just hanging out, pouring drink after drink for themselves. If you had been dumped and been dreading Christmas and the overt display of couple-dom that came with it, you were in the best place at this house.

One of the other ‘elves’ stood at the entrance to the cave handing out small gift wrapped parcels to people who walked past. Accepting mine and deciding not to wait I opened it. Inside there was a string of anal beads. Each individual bead was a Santa’s head. Ha ha ha! Very funny! The ‘elf’ who had handed me the gift smiled at me commenting that the gift had been chosen especially for me.

“Jack’s inside.” She said, motioning towards the cave.

So everybody knew I was here because Jack had invited me. I wondered if he had masterminded this whole thing. And if so why out of all these beautiful women was I the only one he was interested in.

The interior of the cave had been decorated as beautifully as the main room, slightly darker and with fake cave paintings of reindeer pulling sleighs and Santa and his wife in various sex positions.

Jack wasn’t dressed-up. He sat, lounging, on a reclining chair, beyond sight of the caves entrance. When he saw me his eyes bulged and followed my small dainty steps. Though not dressed as Santa it seemed appropriate for me to sit on his lap. Doing this caused the already short skirt to ride up further, exposing my naked pussy. Feeling care-free and enjoying the feel of Jack’s large cock pressed against my arse I pretended not to notice. I had planned to ask for explanations as to what this place was and who were all these other people, but that all had been replaced by an urge to sleep with this guy. I had only had one drink but felt intoxicated…not by alcohol but perhaps by the over whelming Christmas spirit in the air.

Jack kissed the back of my neck, sensing his urgency I let myself relax into his arms. He held me closely but gently at the same time. His lips felt silky against my skin, I realised how horny I had been since arriving and dressing up as an ‘elf’. He must’ve heard me gasp because his hand now rested gently at the top of my thigh above the stocking top. Not moving any higher but circling the flesh and tracing patterns on my skin with his short fingernails, his breath was also quickening. I tried to reach between my thighs to stroke his hard cock but his hand movements were making it hard to concentrate. I couldn’t believe that I had only just met this guy. It seemed he had been touching me all my life, he moved his hands and knew exactly how to touch; as if I were doing it myself. Knowing that if he continued Escort Kütahya I would have an orgasm on his lap, I stood up, dizzy but strong enough to put my hand on his chest indicating that he should stay sat down. After unbuttoning his shirt, trying to pace myself rather than just ripping the thing off, I licked his chest. He tasted so good, only slightly sweaty. As I was running my tongue around his hard stomach, I unzipped his tight jeans, pulling them down with my hands. He wasn’t wearing underwear. I began to lick his balls but it was like there was an urgency in the air that prevented me from doing any more foreplay. I had a feeling that we would have all night together and wanted his hard cock inside of me at that moment. I got up and stood facing the wall, moving my arse in what I hoped was a seductive dance. It seemed to work, Jack pretty much jumped across the room, naked except for his undone shirt. He grabbed my hands with one of his, holding them against the wall and using the other to guide his cock into me. Thrusting in hard, it was amazing how good he felt. My skirt was tight around my hips and my hair was sticking to my head because of my sweat. I had to lean against the wall for support; the room was spinning and flashing around me. It all seemed like madness. It didn’t take long for us to both come, that rare occurence of coming at the same time. We collapsed together on the floor, me feeling tearful after such an amazing orgasm him also looking pretty spaced. I cuddled up to him, wishing that this feeling could outlast the whole Christmas period. I tried not to let onto him that I had fallen for him big time. I had never had such amazing sex and the fairy lights made everything look so magical.

In the morning when I woke up I was still in Jack’s arms. He looked gentler and calmer than the previous times we had spoke. Tenderly he stroked my hair and explained the whole reason behind his Christmas Grotto to me. Speaking slowly and nervously he said:

“I do it every year. After being dumped by my fiance at Christmas a few years ago and realising how shit it was to be alone at Christmas…I wanted to give people a place where they could come have great sex or company and get away from their worries over Christmas.

I had bought this house planning to live here with my fiance…her name was Sarah.

It didn’t take long to renovate the basement into the Grotto. I stay in the cave for most of the party, although other people seem to have a great time, I’ve never really got over the hurt…that is up until now, I’ve never really wanted to speak to anybody over Christmas, it’s just nice to hear other people having a good time, reminded me there’s still hope for me.”

I was relieved that he didn’t sleep with everybody and knew that he was not lying when he said he didn’t usually meet his guests. I had a couple more questions but as if he could read my thoughts he answered before I had even said anything.

“The costumes help people to get over their inhibitions, and so they just have a good time. Usually people get invited by friends of friends who have come before, so there’s never any trouble just a group of girl friends. There’s an unwritten no man policy, men aren’t capable of the sort of relationship that the people who come here need plus, if there were men, heartbroken women would feel more suspicious and it would be harder for them to have a good time. I’m thinking of setting up a similar Christmas Grotto for men next year…if you would help.” I could barely stop myself from grinning.

“And” he said “I have a confession. After seeing you in the street I knew I had to see you again but I felt too scared to ask you out and be turned down, so technically last night was sort of a first date. I didn’t want you to feel out of place here, hence the reason why I gave you the elf costume but really I knew you’d look damn hot and couldn’t resist the thought!” He smiled down at me with a dirty look in his eye and I playfully punched his chest. Holding me tight and close to him he whispered

“Merry Christmas” in my ear.

I replied with “and a Happy New Year”.

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I had been working for a year straight. Our little California startup was blitz-scaling, trying to achieve a dominant position in a new business niche before the competition could get off the ground. At the same time we needed to become profitable before we ran out of seed money. We couldn’t waste a minute. It was rewarding but exhausting. Every day was 12 hours. I rarely had time to take in my laundry, but then, no one else did either, so we all smelled the same.

The pay was generous because I was essential to the technology, but the pace made it stressful. Any social life was out of the question, which was particularly annoying because I had to watch the cute girl next door go through any number of obnoxious boyfriends. I was seriously considering a different career — perhaps pig farming, or porn. Just kidding, but I’d had enough.

I told my buddy Mike, the president, that I needed 10 days off or I’d leave. Besides being my boss, Mike was 6’4″, handsome, ripped and intimidating, but to me he was Mikey from third grade and my best friend. He said I was a traitor, which I expected. But I told him that I’d be thinking about the company every minute I was away. Neither of us believed me, but he had to let me go.

I couldn’t wait. I scanned the web for last-minute, away-from-it-all deals and found a great one: A resort on Tahiti with water activities and French food. Booking a flight last-minute was expensive, but I went overnight coach in a middle seat and got a pretty good deal. I had one day to pack. I took a bathing suit, a toothbrush, and not much else. I wouldn’t be trying to impress anyone.

The plane was filling up and my hopes rose as the seats in my row remained empty. It seemed remotely possible I could raise the armrests and sleep. But then a couple of frumpy women in sweats ran down the aisle. The smaller one stopped and glared at me, so I jumped up and moved out of the row to clear the way. The taller one — I’d say 5’9″ at least – took the window seat. She had narrow hips but might be well-endowed. My imagination stirred. The smaller one, wearing extra-baggy sweats and rumpled hair tied up in a knot, continued to glare at me. She looked pissed.

“You know when we booked one day ahead, we assumed no one would take the middle seat at the very last minute. Especially for a 10 hour flight,” she said sourly. “Who does that?” Charming.

“Someone with no options,” I said. “But I’ll take the aisle if you want to sit together.” She seemed slightly mollified and said OK with only the slightest of eye-rolls, so I let her in first and then crammed my 6’2″ frame into the aisle seat. My knees hit the seat in front and now I couldn’t spread my legs without mashing the new arrival or obstructing the aisle, so I sat bolt upright. This was going to be 10 hours of hell.

The door closed and the plane started to roll. They had made it by minutes.

The girls spent about 15 minutes organizing themselves and grousing about travel. Finally the near one turned to me and said, “The alarm didn’t go off. And the traffic…”

I said, “That always happens on vacation” or something equally inspired, and she said “Life is hell” and then went back to ignoring me. She was bitchy, but I had decided she actually had a great face, so I said everything would be better in Tahiti. Then they went back to sorting and arranging. Apparently their entire life was in their carry-ons.

We didn’t talk more. It would be a long flight.

****

We were over the ocean and drinks were being served. I’d been propped up on the armrests, dozing uncomfortably. The flight attendant reached our row and I groggily ordered a rum drink to get mellow. Sourpuss got a double vodka. When mine arrived I reached across with my right hand and then brought my arm back to the armrest between us with one smooth motion which she intercepted violently with her elbow. Half my drink ended in my lap.

“Oh no!” she said. I may have detected a lack of sincerity. Maybe she just wanted me to find another seat.

I said “A modern classic. Two elbows, one armrest. Big airlines are right up there with big cable, big oil, big pharma, big banks….” But she was already offering her tiny drinks napkin. I grabbed it abruptly and dried myself. Was that a grin on her roommate’s face?

Finally I said, “That’s on me. I was hogging the armrest. I just need somewhere to put my elbow.”

She said we should develop a system. My kind of girl! She said, “I’ll take the very back. You with the gorilla arms can take the front.” Hmmm.

“I’ll try not to poke you in the ribs,” I replied, although actually my elbow was now near something much softer. Even if she wasn’t going to be friendly, there’s no harm in window shopping.

She said grimly she could use a little human contact. I didn’t follow up because my replacement drink arrived and I very carefully took it left-handed. She smiled triumphantly and took most of the armrest.

At least that started a conversation, although a rather Kayseri Escort slow and pro forma one. I told her I was Dave. She was Alexa. Her roommate, by the window, was Nessa. She said Nessa was her bodyguard. I thought she was kidding, although looking at Nessa it seemed possible.

After a few minutes I asked oh-so-cleverly whether she left a bunch of confused smart speakers in her wake, and she said no, confused owners because she knew how to change the cue word. That would be annoying, I thought, just like her airplane manners. But pretty clever.

We small-talked about airlines, in-flight movies, and Tahiti. She asked where I was going and I described the resort, which was a fancy one. They hadn’t booked anything. She and her roommate had made their plans as last-minute as I did. They were going find a hotel in Papae’ete when they landed. It was a big town.

Eventually we got around to ourselves. We covered the usual first topics. She was a beginning lawyer who also worked long hours, though not like mine. She did environmental work and she was a real crusader, taking on all kinds of big challenges for a non-profit. I wondered how practical she was being, but she was endlessly idealistic and she turned me into a fan.

She seemed actually interested when I described my role in developing 3D object manipulation software. I explained my flight from work stress and solitude. We went on to stories about family and friends, pet peeves, and why we thought our careers could be meaningful. When she warmed up she was actually pretty amusing.

The sky outside grew darker and we noticed most other talk aboard had quieted, so we did too.

****

Finally I asked why they had booked so late. She started to answer but then, to my surprise, kind of choked up. Holding up a “wait a minute” finger, she hunched over and got out a “sorry, sorry.” She sniffled. Her roommate opened one eye, looked over and said “She got dumped twice.”

I didn’t know exactly what was appropriate, but finally I put my right hand on her back and patted her lightly. Damn, I landed right on a big bra clasp; was that OK? Anyway she didn’t shake me off. She gradually recovered her composure. “What she said,” she finally snuffled through her fingers.

I waited, still rubbing her back a little. Eventually she sat back. I extricated my hand reluctantly. It was a long time since I had more than a handshake with a girl.

“What is it? I don’t understand!” she suddenly burst out. “I loved them both. They were great guys. Then one cheated and the next just said he liked variety!!” She lowered her voice and spoke intensely. “Am I ugly? Am I a witch? Do I have bad taste in men? You tell me! You’re a guy.” She downed her double vodka in one slurp, sat back with a vengeance and closed her eyes. She looked really distressed.

I thought this over. A few minutes went by ……

“Well, I have answers if you want the unbiased opinion of a random techie. You know we nerds are the ultimate authority on human relationships.” She paused but nodded. She still had her eyes closed but she may have grinned a little.

“Well, first, you are so not ugly.” I moved her hair back from her face on my side. “I bet you have great hair when your alarm works. Beautiful eyes. A perfect nose.” I ran a finger down it. “And really hot lips.” I was taking chances with that one, but I honestly felt that way and she seemed to like it. Another minute went by.

“Tell me more.” She straightened all the way up, opened her eyes and squared her shoulders. “My ego could use it.”

Nessa, eyes closed, said, “Here we go….”

I was out of ideas. I paused ….

She looked right at me and said, “C’mon, hair, eyes, nose, lips, what’s next?”

I said “Chin?”

“No,” she said, “Idiot. How do you like my boobs?” She said this with a completely straight face, but now I was sure she was struggling with a grin.

I turned toward her and made a show of looking closely at the front of her sweatshirt, a rare opportunity for us gentlemen. It now seemed promising. I suddenly realized she was sticking her boobs out for me. But since I’m so cool, I said, “I dunno. I’d have to see them.” Her smile faded.

“Jeez, you techies.” she groaned. “Do we have to figure out everything for you?” Like lightning, she grabbed my left hand off my right armrest, smashed it onto her right boob and held it there.

This. Felt. Great. It was more than a handful. I got aroused immediately but I tried to stay cool. In fact, I put on a thoughtful look and felt around under her tit. I realized it stood out a long way out from a slender ribcage. I even judiciously hefted it a little. Her boobs were enormous, probably as big as her friend’s, but on a smaller, thinner frame. Being so cool, I tried to say “Well, they are not the problem either,” but it came out as a croak. I was flushed, my heart was racing, I was developing a raging hard-on, and now I felt embarrassed. Neither one of us moved. My fingers Kayseri Escort Bayan stopped massaging but she still pinned my motionless hand in place. She was finally grinning at me. She leaned back and sighed a little and said “This is nice. My ego is recovering.” Finally a flight attendant approached and I drew back, trailing my fingers over both breasts as I did.

****

“You probably are a witch though,” I said.

“What? I thought you were stroking my ego.”

“That was something else. My point is that I’m starting to feel a little bewitched. There are good witches and bad ones, though, and you seem to be one of the really good ones so far.” Smooth? Corny! Accurate.

She looked grateful, though, or maybe even touched. She looked at me closely before she blinked and closed her eyes. Maybe I was meant to kiss her, but things seemed to be going awfully fast. She opened them and said, “Jeez, this must be a hardcoded problem. When I sexually assault someone I expect a kiss.” I kissed her. She kept her eyes closed and settled back into her seat.

****

After a few minutes she said, “You know, rebound relationships aren’t good. I’m an expert. I have the data to prove it.”

“I wouldn’t know. I would need someone to rebound from. I haven’t had a girlfriend since I started this project. It’s been a year.”

“So we’re both losers” she said with a grimace and slumped back in her seat. It was hard to argue. We went silent again.

****

“But,” she said eventually, “rebound relationships are one thing. Rebound sex is different. You never hear anything bad about rebound sex.”

“You may be on to something there. It’s always good to have a lawyer to parse the fine print.”

“Right,” she said, “and the important distinctions are usually in the definitions. That’s where a missing comma can crater a deal. You need clear lines. So for example, Rebound Sex can’t involve any sentimentality. It’s more like acquaintances with benefits.”

“So, sex is OK as long as it’s pure sex?” I asked. “Should I feel used?”

“Yes. I suggest you take advantage of it.”

****

Eventually I recovered my voice. It took some time. “When does this start?”

“Well, at 500 mph we should be out of U.S. territory already.”

I didn’t track the legal significance. It was getting hard to keep up. “What did you have in mind?” I put a hand on top of her knee in an ambiguous, casually friendly location. “I’ve never had this exact situation before. Especially in a public conveyance.”

She looked around and said maybe we should see if a restroom was free.

“If I went into a modern airplane restroom with this hard-on, I’d injure myself. Maybe we should wait for the lights to go out.”

“Don’t you know why they give you blankets on airplanes?” she ran her fingers up my thigh, then looked around and retrieved a blanket from the floor. “It’s my turn for a grope.”

She spread the blanket over us both and looked around again quickly. The dinner cart was coming slowly from the back of the plane. She flipped up our shared armrest, put her hand under the blanket, and said “We are about to take off. Please unfasten your seatbelt and any other belts, buttons or zippers that could restrict movement in flight.”

I gulped but complied. After only a second of gentle groping, the blanket was tenting and her hand motions were becoming comically obvious. She stopped and said, “Jeez, is that thing set to explode?”

“Pretty much,” I said. “It’s been a long time and you’re way too hot.” We sat for a minute wondering how to proceed. The cart came closer.

She leaned her big left tit against my arm and gave the bump in the blanket a big squeeze. My whole body shivered. “I just love this whole situation,” she whispered. “It’s so hot!” She squeezed again. I almost came, so I quickly removed her hand. “Hair trigger. Whatever shall we do?” she asked. The cart rolled on.

I said. “Watch out. I haven’t been with a girl for a long, long time. I can’t be responsible for the results. And I don’t want to end up with a wet lap again.”

She considered this advice while absent-mindedly squeezing me lightly. She said there were ways of handling that.

****

Tell you what,” she said finally. “We’re going to do this again on a beach where I can look in your eyes to see how it’s going. But for now I’m staying under cover so we don’t get arrested. Tuck your right foot underneath you.” I complied. She said, “And get me an orange juice,” and she jumped down on the floor in front of me, ducked under the blanket, grabbed my cock and started sucking. After about ten seconds of hopeless restraint, I came in her mouth. And came, and came, and came….

My lap stayed dry but I was worried about her. When I had finished she re-surfaced with chipmunk cheeks, pretending she could barely keep her lips together. I cracked up. It was too hilarious. Then so did she, which was a strategic error. She held her hands Escort Kayseri to her mouth but rivulets of cum escaped through her fingers and down her chin. We started laughing out loud as it drooled down her neck and onto her shirt. She tried to wipe it off but her hands were covered with cum and she only succeeded in spreading it on her cheeks and shirt. I offered her my tiny drinks napkin, but that set her off again.

She took a quick look at the approaching dinner cart and said again “This is so hot!” She was still holding her hands up and away from herself. I said “To the restroom, I think,” and stood up just in time to block the cart from our row. She jumped up, still holding her hands in the air, and ran up the aisle.

The restroom, of course, was busy. I could see her start waiting, facing away from the other people in line and trying to clean up her face, neck and hands with her sweatshirt, which was already awash in cum. Her roommate, who apparently had been watching silently, rummaged in Alexa’s backpack and handed me a clean shirt. I also grabbed some napkins and a can of orange juice off the dinner cart and ran up the aisle. She accepted the napkins gratefully. “You owe me an orgasm” she whispered cummily in my ear. “Maybe ten.”

I asked whether she wanted chicken or fish.

“I kind of ate already.” We laughed together. “But give me that O.J.”

****

When she got out of the restroom she had removed her sweatshirt and bra, and was wearing the new the top, which was some light, silky material with spaghetti straps. Her big tits were straining against the fabric, which seemed at least two sizes too small, and her nipples were obvious. They jiggled all the way down the aisle. Everyone stared. Apparently she didn’t mind. Maybe she liked it.

When she got to me she glared again mock-sternly and said “I hope we’re not going to have this problem again. I like a lot more drum roll.” I said not for a while because it was dinner time. She turned to face me and brushed by me sideways as she slid into her seat, giving me a good, slow look down her shirt from, say, an inch away. It stood away from her body a good four inches.

We were both giggling like kids while we ate dinner. We got some looks from across the row but we were too giddy to care. Her roommate seemed to be sleeping.

Eventually the cabin lights were dimmed. She immediately jammed her tit against my arm again and breathed in my ear, “You owe me.”

I said, “What about your bodyguard?”

Alexa said they had been besties since high school and they had no secrets. “We’re going to have to find a hot guy for her, though.” I didn’t think that would be a problem.

So I considered the situation. This was so unlike me, or anything I’d ever done. But we were among strangers. The lights were low. We had the blanket. We couldn’t get thrown off the plane. I think. Maybe we could get arrested in Tahiti for lascivious carriage or something, but …in Tahiti, really? I had a debt to pay. She was enthusiastic, which for me is the best aphrodisiac. And although this would never affect my thinking, she was a solid ’10’.

“Prepare for take-off,” I said.

She untied her sweatpants and slouched down in her seat. I deployed the blanket. I slid some fingertips down her bare stomach. Apparently she had removed her panties in the restroom too. I love a good planner. We kissed and I slid my tongue between her teeth, which seemed to set her off. She grabbed my left hand off the armrest and once again placed it on her boob while we sucked face.

She was already breathing hard and staring at my hand under her drawstring. My fingers were roaming on her lower stomach, and I extended one finger lightly toward her clit. She immediately responded with a hip buck to increase the pressure. This was going to be fun. I did it again and squeezed her tit. She gave a little squeak. “Shhhh,” I said, “or you won’t get any.” She stayed laser-focused on my hand but nodded hard. “I’m serious,” I said.

“Hurry, dammit!” she said.

“Hurry with what?” I asked innocently.

She bucked her hips impatiently a few times to answer. “Don’t be a jerk!” she said breathily. I pushed my finger a little lower, just running it lightly over her pussy lips.

“We’ll do this again on a beach,” I said, “but we’ll trade the blanket and sweats for a tiny bikini. Alright?”

“Right right, right,” she said, “let’s go!” And she bucked her hips harder.

So I got started in earnest. She was totally slippery by now. I hooked my middle finger and slid it gently in and out of her. “Harder,” she said. I firmed it up and went faster. My elbow was banging her left tit with each stroke. She uttered the occasional low squeak and started bucking in time. I slid deeper. Then I slowed.

“More,” she said.

I looked around and told her I wanted to see her tits. I thought this would appeal to her obvious exhibitionist tendencies. She tried to look around too but couldn’t see much from her slumped position. She dithered. I stopped. “Hurry!” she said.

“You hurry!” I said.

“Shithead,” she said, but she was grinning. She shrugged off the spaghetti straps and peeled down her top. They were huge and springy. She grinned, I grinned, and I resumed my services.

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– Make the beds

– Fix the squeaky step

– Put away food

– Clean windows

– Dust

– Sweep floors

– Trim back bushes

– Rehang the tire swing

– Check bikes

– Fix the kitchen sink

The list seemed to go on and on. When Brandon’s wife Holly suggested renting a lake house for a few weeks it had sounded like fun. He was regretting giving in to her now. They were sharing the place with three other couples and they had come up a day early to get settled in. Their own kids were at a summer camp nearby and they would pick them up in the morning.

“I’m no good at making beds,” Brandon reminded Holly, hoping that he could get out of the more frustrating tasks. Trying to figure out the fitted sheet always ended with him raging.

“Kira can help you with those,” Holly stated bossily over her shoulder as she walked out the kitchen door with a bucket in her hand. “I’m starting on the windows down here. You guys can start on the kids’ room upstairs.”

Brandon groaned outwardly because he’d lost the battle, but he was also groaning because it meant spending time with Kira. Mmmm, Kira.

Kira was the college freshman that regularly watched their son and daughter on date nights. She also helped Holly when Brandon traveled for business. At 5’2″, Kira was slender. Her long, tan, trim legs seemed to stretch for miles out of the adorable jean shorts she wore. Her chestnut hair hung down her back, almost to her waist. She was constantly pushing the long strands out of her eyes, the unruly tresses falling over her shoulders, hiding her small, perky breasts from lustful eyes.

For the most part, Brandon was a gentleman with Kira. Even though he was only 42, he didn’t want to be the creepy old guy that made her job uncomfortable for her. He was always personable and kind to Kira, joking with her about movies that they’d both watched or how she felt about her class subjects.

Lately, however, he couldn’t help being more lascivious, more dry, and more ornery. He’d started slipping sexual innuendos into those same, innocent discussions. Careful to keep his expression blank, Brandon wanted to keep her guessing. He’d watch her pause and wonder if he was hitting on her, but he never took it any further so she could never quite be sure he was being lewd on purpose. He liked it best when she would blush. Her cheeks coloring prettily, her breath coming in shallow puffs so that it pushed her breasts against the thin, baggy t-shirts that were always hanging off of her shoulders.

Behaving today was going to be hard. Frankly, Brandon wasn’t sure he cared enough to try. Flirting with Kira would help pass the time as they tackled his wife’s honey-do list.

“You heard the woman,” he said, turning to look down into Kira’s big blue eyes, “you better get on those sheets!” He let the innuendo hang as he merrily handed her a stack of sheets from the laundry room. Together they marched up the wide staircase while he enjoyed the view of her swaying backside from behind.

When they reached the top of the stairs, she stopped short, unsure of which direction to go. Brandon came up behind her and whispered into her ear, “The last door on the left.” His breath fluttered the hair on her neck and he saw goosebumps form on her skin. He slid by her, barely brushing her as he passed.

Brandon could feel Kira’s eyes on him as he walked down the hall grinning wickedly to himself. Maybe he would like changing the sheets after all.

This room had two sets of bunk beds set along one wall. The bottom bunks jutted outward and there were two ladders in the middle for the Konya Escort top bunks. Brandon set his stack of twin sheets on a toy box and walked over to where Kira unfurled a fitted sheet.

“I really am hopeless,” he reiterated to her amusement.

“Then maybe you should stay out of my way and just… watch,” she stated that last word with purpose and watched for his reaction. Brandon allowed a small smile to lift the corner of his mouth, cocking an eyebrow in her direction. She turned and bent over the mattress, her jean shorts stretching over her ass, rising up to expose the tops of her soft thighs.

Even though Kira had meant her words as a challenge, she was only playing. She was surprised and alarmed when she felt Brandon come up behind her.

“Ah-um,” she exhaled loudly, freezing. She was stretched over the mattress, reaching to get the elastic around the furthest corner.

“Shhhh,” he coaxed. “You were showing me how right?”

Kira paused—her ass in the air—she tried to decide what to do next. Her brain didn’t seem to be working because the only thing she could think to do was to finish making the bed just as he’d suggested.

She reached over for the next corner and took a step back. Brandon’s hands came up to her hips so that he could move with her, grinding his hardened cock—covered in khaki cargo shorts—against her pert rear end. The friction hurt, but it was also kind of thrilling. Kira’s embarrassment was strong as she swallowed hard and stood. Trying to gather her dignity, she wasn’t sure what to do next.

As she stood, Brandon turned her around so that they stood toe-to-toe. Kira seemed oddly interested in those toes now if only to avoid looking into Brandon’s eyes. Wordlessly, Brandon slipped a cupped hand under Kira’s chin and lifted her jaw until their eyes meet. Hers—pale blue, clear, shimmering with unshed tears of anxiety and question. His—chocolate brown (molten and melted), his gaze searing into her. His question like a lightning bolt; arching from deep in her chest, through her womb, and into her aching pussy.

She knows what he’s asking. Or rather, his glance tells her what he’s promising. The question is, is she is willing to go along with him?

“How far am I really willing to let this go?!” She asked herself. Still no brilliant answers.

Kira looked up into Brandon’s eyes, pleading, but unsure of what she’s asking. “Brandon, I—,” she started.

“Shhh,” Brandon whispered, drawing a line down her neck with his finger.

“But, what about—,” she tried again.

“Shhh,” Brandon reiterated, placing his finger on her lips this time. “You’re going to have to be very quiet if you don’t want Holly to hear.”

“Hear what?” She asked, knowing the answer anyway.

“Weren’t you showing me how to make the bed?” He asked innocently.

Kira looked down, this time confused. “Why am I disappointed?” She asked herself, fidgeting with the edge of the sheet.

Grabbing a new set of sheets, she stepped over to the ladder. Climbing with one hand, she set the sheets on the mattress and started to unfold them.

As she arranged the bottom sheet, she felt Brandon’s hands on her hips.

“Mmmmm,” he growled, inhaling her scent. She felt his face between her cheeks. His hot breath through her shorts.

She yelped out in surprise at the intrusion.

“Shhhh,” he scolded sternly with a smile in his voice. “I’ve told you that you must be quiet.”

Kira froze for a moment to confirm Holly’s location in the house. She can still hear the Bluetooth speaker and small movements downstairs.

Brandon growled Konya Escort Bayan again to get her attention and motorboated into her damp crease. This time Kira bit back her moan, squeezing her eyes tight, swallowing hard.

“Make sure to get the corners nice and tight,” Brandon ordered with humor in his voice and stepped away.

Her face aflame, Kira finished the top bunk and climbed down. Brandon was arranging pillows and a quilt on the first bed when she climbed the ladder to the second bunk.

This time, Kira felt strong hands reach around her waist and unbutton her shorts. Closing her eyes, she felt the rub of every tooth on her zipper give way. Lowering her shorts, Brandon ran his fingertips up the backs of Kira’s legs and grasped her thighs under her plump cheeks. Lifting them up and apart with his thumbs, her purple panties bunched into her ass.

The change of events was so brazen and sudden that Kira can hardly grab hold of reality. She knew she should be worried about her vulnerable position—almost naked, on a ladder, being caressed by her employer. It was all bad, but it hardly seemed real. There couldn’t possibly be consequences for something that she could barely control or understand.

Brandon brought her back to the moment by planting a kiss in the middle of her lower back, making Kira shiver and thrill. He kissed lower and hooked his thumbs around the lace trim of her panties, stretching them just beneath her ass cheeks. He started licking and sucking again, drawing designs on her body with his lips and tongue.

She began to whimper as the gentle sensations of his mouth began to unsettle her. She stopped herself immediately, but not before he looked up at her sternly and spanked her sharply.

She smashed her face into the mattress to muffle her cries. Brandon climbed up a couple of rungs on the ladder and leaned down over her to whisper in her ear.

“Shhhh, little one,” he barely exhaled, teasing her with his breath. He flicked out his tongue onto the shell of her ear and traced it down, sucking her ear lobe into his mouth, gently nipping with his teeth. He continued biting and sucking down her neck and stepped back to the ground.

Brandon’s trailing fingers stroked Kira’s quivering legs down to her ankles. He grasped her ankles and helped her step out of her shorts and underwear. Looking over her shoulder, the intimacy made Kira blush. She bit down on her lip and hid her face again.

Again, Brandon ran his hands up Kira’s smooth thighs. Again, he parted her cheeks with his thumbs. This time, he watched them open up to reveal Kira’s soft, wet, pink lips and her ruffled asshole.

“Look at how wet you are,” Brandon whispered reverently to Kira.

Still holding her apart, he leaned in and kissed her all over. He dragged his lips over the peach fuzz on her cheeks and licked the line where her ass met her thighs. He sucked and nuzzled, but he avoided Kira’s pussy. He teased and licked so close, but wouldn’t make contact.

He could tell that his seductions were working. Kira writhed under his touch, trying to get a better angle, trying to force him.

He smiled and whispered, “On my terms little one.” He smacked her ass hard. She cried out.

“Uh, uh, uh,” he chided. “You’re supposed to be quiet.”

“Everything okay up there?” Holly’s voice rang out from the bottom of the stairs.

Heart banging in her chest, Kira choked out, “Just stubbed my toe, Holly. I’m such a klutz!”

“Be careful!” Holly called back and walked across the hardwood floors, returning to her work.

“That’s right, be careful,” Escort Konya Brandon mocked and then added impishly, “Be quiet little one.”

Without warning, he plunged his tongue into her soaking pussy. Kira clutched for a pillow and buried her head to stifle the sounds of her pleasure.

“So. Fucking. Good.” Kira thought to herself as Brandon stroked in and out of her with his tongue. Sucking her lips between his own, he stretched them and nibbled on them. His hands rubbed the globes of Kira’s ass, spreading her apart so that he could reach deeper and deeper with his tongue. She yearned to call out again.

Each time Kira neared orgasm, Brandon would slow down. Anytime she got close, he would pull back, placing soft kisses on her pubic bone, tonguing her taint. Each time her heart rate settled, he would start again, inching her closer and closer to madness. After the fifth time, she lifted her head up and quaked out, “Please?”

Brandon chuckled and crooned, “Of course, baby. Let me help you out.”

He gently placed a possessive a hand on her lower back and pressed down, forcing her to arch her back. Reaching his other hand between her legs, he rubbed two fingers up and down her dripping twat. His fingers lingered on her pulsing clit then slid up and down her pussy lips, collecting juices. Pushing past her lips, he eased inside her. Her mouth formed a silent “oh” as his strong fingers invaded her. Guys had fingered her in high school, but nothing like this. Brandon’s fingers seemed to fill her. His hands moved slowly and began to stroke parts of her she didn’t know she had.

Slowly at first—an agony in anticipation—Brandon drew his fingers out and paused at the last moment, twisting a little before popping out the final centimeter. It was delicious torture. He would then sink his fingers back into her grateful pussy and start stroking again.

This too brought Kira achingly close to release, and Brandon could only smile when he heard her punch the pillow when he stopped again.

After a brief pause (when he pinched and stroked her swollen clit) he sunk his fingers back inside her warm center. This time, instead of stroking, they were searching. With his middle and forefingers facing the front of her body, he began putting pressure into her abdomen from the inside as he stroked in and out.

Brandon knew when he’d found the right spot because Kira’s body spasmed and he had to press down hard on her back to keep her from squirming. He had her right where he wanted her.

He returned to his work, this time shortening his strokes and pressing down into Kira’s g-spot giving her wave, after wave of pleasure.

Kira’s body stiffened at the onslaught, Brandon’s hand was a blur attacking her pussy. The smacking sounds grew louder as he pummeled faster and faster, cream coating his fingers.

Her pleasure mounted, building higher and higher. Each time his fingers hit their mark, Kira was pushed beyond the point of reason. Over and over again he stroked her further from herself. She feared that she might not be able to stand another moment. At the same time, she feared that she wouldn’t survive if the moment ended.

On the edge of orgasm, Brandon leaned down and stuck his stiff tongue into her perfect ass. The moment shattered and so did Kira, her legs quaking, holding her breath for fear of screaming. Kira came in actual waves this time, splashing down around her legs, wetting Brandon’s too before pooling onto the floor.

After the world stopped spinning for Kira, Brandon pulled his fingers out of her sore and satisfied pussy and helped her down off of the ladder. He stood with his arms around her, bracketing her from falling over and while she figured out how to stand again.

Smiling mischievously down at her, Brandon put his pussy-soaked finger to her lips and whispered, “Shhh.” And then turned and walked out the door.

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I can barely stand in the shower as my legs are still sore from your ravaging the previous evening. I am sad to be cleansing myself of your scent, of your sweat, of you. But I am more excited to regain in all again very soon. I lay down for a few minutes, to rest in anticipation of your arrival. After drifting off to sleep for a bit, I wake up to use the bathroom. As I am walking back to bed, I hear a key card in the door, you are here. I turn toward the door and there you stand, every glorious part of you in front of me.

“Good morning,” I say. My greeting is returned with a forceful kiss. You devour my mouth with yours, nearly swallowing me as I can’t open my mouth quite as wide as yours. You push me towards and then down onto the bed. Lying on top of me, our greedy kiss continues for a few seconds, our tongues hungry and wild. You rise to your feet for a few seconds, beginning to lower your pants. I sit up, anticipating how perfectly your cock is going to fill my mouth. As you sit down on the couch behind you, I move toward you, lowering myself to my knees in front of you, willingly taking you deep into my mouth. I slide up and down your cock with ease, my spit coating you. I hear you moan quietly, as I slowly coax you in to relaxing in midst of oral pleasure. I wrap my hand around the base of your dick and work it up and down in unison with my mouth. You continue to grow harder with each movement, pleasing me greatly.

“Bend over the bed,” you command. I instantly comply. I’m unsure of what to expect in this moment, but I am pleasantly surprised when I feel your face brush my ass. Your tongue grazes my clit and I instantly tense. The sensation is incredible, heightened by your nose against my ass, still sensitive from your assault a few hours earlier. I soak in this moment as much as I can, but quietly anxious for your cock to replace your tongue. And as if you can read my mind, I feel you pushing at my entrance. I grasp onto blankets, bracing myself as you stretch me all over again. My head falls to the bed, my eyes closed tightly. You thrust into me slowly for a few seconds, but are quick to open up and let me feel you deep, fast, hard, hungry. It is almost as if your cock is a key to unlock my orgasm, because I am already soaring close. I tense, you sense it and pull my hair backward, lifting me up, sending your dick into the exact Isparta Escort spot I need it. My body pushes over the edge. I tense around you. I hear you say something, but I can’t understand it. My world turns momentarily white as my body recovers from then intensity that just ripped through me. After that, I surely have nothing left in me to give you.

When I return to a more conscious state, you are still drilling into me from behind. I match your rhythm, wanting, needing to feel you as deep as possible. You move faster with each thrust. I can feel the heat rolling off your body and it is the most delicious feeling. I want to be wrapped in your warmth always. As I relic in you, I feel you wrap your fingers in my hair, pulling me back and up.

“Are you my little cum slut?” you ask, maybe demand.

“Yes,” I say, in a breathy voice, barely audible.

“Say it.”

“I’m your cum slut. I wanna be your cum slut. I want to taste you. I want your cum.”

You push me down to my side, and start entering me from a different angle. This one not as deep, but equally as satisfying. I can see you out of the corner of my eye, the way you are watching me as you pump in and out of me. I smile ever so slightly to myself.

“What do you want?” you ask in a raspy voice, almost panting.

“I want you to cum for me,” I say. I want nothing more than to taste your cum. I have been dreaming about it for months and I am elated that the opportunity may finally be here.

“I want to make you cum again,” you return. I think through that for just a second, certain I have nothing left to give you in terms of an orgasm. You have thoroughly serviced me, better than anyone ever has. I don’t think I could possibly orgasm again, even with your delicious dick pounding into me.

I turn my head to try to get a glimpse of you, but as I do, you flip me around, my back to the bed and your body against mine. You lean your weight against me, pinning me to the bed. I look at you, your face, your eyes. I am in awe of your ability to make me feel like you do. In awe of your command, your control, your power. In awe of you. You separate my legs slightly and are instantly pushing deep inside of me again. I feel my back arch slightly, pushing into you. Your chest is wet with sweat, and now mine is too. You look down at me, use Isparta Escort Bayan a hand to push my hair out of my face, kissing my forehead and then my lips. Your balance of tenderness as you kiss me with your assault between my legs is astounding.

“Wrap your legs around me,” you command. And I do, my eyes locked on yours. The slight change in position has you hitting my spot again. And despite feeling like I have nothing left, I feel my body climbing. Again. I let out a breathy, nearly pained, moan. I close my eyes, unsure if my body can handle another orgasm. I turn my head and bite my thumb in an attempt to release some of the tension that is building. Watching me, you offer me your thumb, replacing my own, in my mouth. I bite down on your thumb, savoring your taste. You taste like a delicious mix of me and you, my favorite flavor.

“Suck on it like it’s my dick.” And I do just that. I focus on taking your finger deep into my mouth, a welcomed distraction from my growing need for release. I run my tongue around your thumb, feeling your fingernail graze the roof of my mouth. But the distraction doesn’t last long. I pull my legs down off of your back and squeeze your sides. I turn my head to the other side and hold my eyes closed tight, waiting for the whiteness to overtake my vision. But then I feel your hand against my chin, you turn my face towards you.

“Keep your eyes open. Look at me when you cum.” I merely nod in agreement. Our eyes stay locked. This may be the most intense moment I have ever experienced with you. You continue thrusting into me, knowing I am on the edge. I start to feel the pull in my stomach. And then my entire body reacts. I coil upward, towards you, our eyes still locked. Wave after wave roll through me while my eyes can’t leave yours. As my body calms, I basically collapse on the bed, a puddle leftover orgasm, a puddle of your wrath. I wrap my arms around yours, memorizing the curves of the muscles in your arms. I want to kiss them, to lick them, to taste them. I want to taste every part of you. I slide my hands up your arms and wrap them around your back. You are covered in sweat. You’ve given me so much, you need a break. I need a break.

You lay down, resting your head on the pillow, near panting. I lay next to you, resting my head on your shoulder. I kiss the side Escort Isparta of your face, dip my nose into your ear. I could lay like this, right here with you, forever. You grab my hand and pull it against your chest.

“Feel.” You hold my hand over your heart. Your heart is racing, pounding against my hand as I rest it against you. I can’t pin point why, but this makes me so happy. I grin like a school girl.

“You wanna suck on him for a little bit?” you ask. Nodding my response, I snuggle myself next to your crotch. I move my mouth as far down your dick as I can, trying to get you nice and wet. As I pull my head back up, I start to focus on just the head of your cock, letting my hand stoke your length. Wet with my spit, my hand glides easily up and down your cock. I turn my hand ever so slightly and squeeze as I get close to your head, close to my mouth. I let my tongue put pressure against you. You respond with several muted curses in a raspy voice. I can tell you are enjoying having my mouth on you. I continue to worship your cock orally while you rest, gain your strength back. You fit so well in my mouth just like this. A few minutes of this and I coat you with my spit again letting you as far back into my mouth as you will go, gagging only slightly. And then I start the process again. I’m not sure how much time passes, but my jaw starts to go numb, so I reluctantly pull myself off of you and snuggle by your head again. I’m slightly disappointed as I was sincerely hoping to have you explode in my mouth, so I could taste your sweetness. But perhaps that will have to wait for another night with you.

We snuggle, kiss, touch for just a moment. And then you push me to my side and re-enter me. You’ve regained your strength and are ravaging me with renewed rigor. I grasp onto the night stand in an effort to hold myself still for your pounding. Each thrust is more intense than the last. I try to hold myself still, but I can’t help but to wince a little, shuddering each time you reach the deepest part of me. Your grasp on my hips is tight, I can feel each of your fingertips as a point of pressure on my hip. You tighten your grasp, I know you must be getting closer.

And then I hear you say, “Get ready!” Two or three more thrusts into me and then you pull out and lay back on the bed. Instinctively, I plant myself between your legs and wrap my mouth around your cock. As I do, you fill my mouth with warm, delicious liquid. I let it sit on my tongue for a few seconds and then swallow it down. Inside I am ecstatic to finally taste you in this way. A smile is plastered on my face. I am a cum slut, your cum slut.

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This is the first part of a year’s worth of sexual discovery by an Asian woman on a fellowship in the United States. The series will be titled, “Thanks For The Memories”. There will be straight sex, gay sex, group sex, domination, submission and all shades of erotic love. I hope you like Dani’s saga. Comments and suggestions always welcome.

DANI’S SONG

Trolling for love on the Net is much like a treasure quest. Plenty of wrong turns, missed forks, false clues. For every ten thousand treks, maybe a rainbow or two. I’ve had guys presenting themselves as cheery hunks and turning out to be creepy, barely literate, with jowls and beer guts. Gary did the opposite.

He sent photos of his self two decades back, when he looked like a worn-out Santa Claus. Our friendship was sexy but not carnal. He wrote and chatted about his gals, the real ones and the fantasies, and penned stories that should be anthologized as “What Women Want”. I shared funny stories about love fumbles, male and female alike, the hot sex with butches and the drama that followed because everyone wanted commitment after the third fuck.

“You are such a little man, Dani!” Gary didn’t mean that as a compliment. He was a feminist through and through, thoroughly in touch with his softer side. He despaired of my need for enough personal space to write and read and daydream, and listen to music and daydream, and draw and paint and daydream and orgasm from phone sex and daydream.

I do think like a man most of the times. Comes with work territory drowning in machismo. In the law enforcement field, feminine traits like compassion are trump cards, to be taken out only when absolutely necessary. Otherwise, all those brats would suck up your soul.

I can also swagger with the best of them. That’s the first thing you learn when you’re pint-sized in a huge clan of athletes and politicians. I was one, too. Got awards for gymnastics and swimming (before everybody outgrew me by a foot or more), taekwondo and judo, and was the masochist dirt-hugger of our champion volleyball team.

But the swag is tempered by the flow of dance (ballet, jazz, hula, ballroom – mom believed in finishing school skills). And music always betrays the real gal, the one whose eyes peek sideways and don’t flash like knives, who bites her lips instead of clenching the jaw, whose hands trail slowly across check and nape and neck instead of perching on the hips.

My two sides clash the first time I meet Gary at the San Francisco Airport, at the start of a year-long fellowship for crime analysts.

I peek around giants, looking for Santa and his riot of silver curls. I tense when a hand clasps my left wrist, then remember there is no pistol to draw.

Thigh muscles ripple through denim as a man steps into my personal space. I step back and try to slide my wrist free.

“How can you walk so fast with that cart?”

That Texan drawl mixed with California lilt. I look up, way up. My jaw drops.

Silver waves are held back in ponytail, trim soft fuzz in the same tone emphasize a square jawline. Gray eyebrows frame eyes of a shade of blue that heralds a storm. No Santa belly; only nipples that strain against a plain white t-shirt. A tan leather jacket drapes around shoulders more than twice my width.

He is three or four inches taller than his avowed 5’9″. My neck Kastamonu Escort is starting to ache from looking up.

I twist my wrist free and step in to reclaim space. My eyes turn cold.

“Bastard,” I whisper.

A woman hears it, frowns and turns, looking ready to save ‘lil Thumbelina.

Gary smiles at her and she stops.

“Let’s talk later,” he whispers back, smoothly ejecting me from behind the cart and gliding off with a second smile at my would-be savior. What can I do but add to his smile and follow?

Gary looks over his shoulder just once and we proceed in silence to the car park. I do not bother to keep pace.

Despite the anger, I have to stifle an urge to whistle at his butt. Life is a bitch. I came ready for the safe shore and get 6’1″ of danger.

His car is on the far side, the adjoining slots empty. He’s stuffed all my bags in his Range Rover before I reach him. He turns, his gaze calm.

“Talk?”

I shake my head.

“Where I can smoke.”

To his credit, he doesn’t smile. He opens the passenger door, takes my arm and practically lifts me onto the seat. He smiles and shrugs at my glare and stalks to his side.

We drive in silence for ten minutes. Gary turns into a park. He presses a button and windows slide down. I gesture at the door and hear the lock click open.

We walk to a bench. He sits. I lean against a tree and light my first smoke in 15 hours.

My eyes close as the first nicotine rush leaves me floating. The disorientation is gone as I grind the butt against the public ashtray. I light another stick, puff out smoke and look down at him.

“Why?”

Gary slumps with his hands clasped, looking at the ground for 30 seconds before he returns my stare.

“I don’t like people deciding because…” he trails off, a hand gestures up and down his torso.

The honorary woman. I am still peeved and hold back a grin.

“We’ve know each other for more than a year,” I challenge him.

He is hunched on his knees again. The silence grows longer. He sighs, sits up, rubs both hands against his thighs.

“I didn’t want to scare you.”

I deserved that. Little Ms Feminist had gone trawling Yahoo’s adult chat rooms and then declared she was simply looking for friends.

“I don’t scare easy, Gary.”

He stands up. I have to crane the neck again.

He comes nearer. And nearer. My eyes are at the level of his nipples.

“No. You just walk away.”

I have no answer to that.

A hand softly cups my chin.

“I’ve always acknowledged my attraction,” Gary reminds me. “I promised not to push. That still stands.”

The son of a… I take off his hand and ground out the cigarette. I run my hand over my butt and take a deep breath. I turn around and cock my head. I smile. He raises a brow.

“Next time, let me make an informed choice.”

Beauty is no reason to break off an almost two-year friendship.

Gary smiles and opens his arms. I walk in, curl my arms around his waist and enjoy a long embrace and the hands that muss my hair and rub my back.

It feels safe. But we both know the rules have changed.

My flat would not be ready for a week and I’d accepted Gary’s to stay two nights before flying off to visit relatives. We review the situation. He’s married; Kastamonu Escort Bayan an open relationship. His wife is bisexual, also an Asian. It’s an alternative lifestyle. They switch though sex, he says, has dwindled to at a weekly compulsory bonding. She has lovers – femmes, he says with a smile.

I laugh. Lizzie is Vietnamese, with the classic long hair, the Miss Saigon stereotype.

“She’s safe with me,” I tease back.

The rest of the drive we listen to John Coltraine. I do not let on that inner muscles clench when Gary rubs my thighs. I let a finger trace his jaw but stop when he closes his eyes.

I eye the steering wheel.

“Your hands…”

We erupt into laughter. Gary’s always been amused by my fascination for hands. At a stoplight, he takes mine. It is dwarfed in his. We curl fingers together. He draws mine to his lips. I close my eyes. I fall asleep for the rest of the drive to Pescadero.

Lizzie gives me a hug before Gary can do the intros. Then she draws my face for a quick kiss on the lips.

“You’re prettier than your photos,” she gushes in pure California twang.

She is tall, 5’4″, and with more curves than her normally sylph-like compatriots.

Lizzie presses me to relax on their sofa as Gary carries my bag to the guest bedroom. She opens the curtains and I gasp. I was asleep till Gary parked in the garage and had never noticed the view.

My friends own a guesthouse with six rooms on the ground floor and lower levels. Their part, on the topmost floor, has three bedrooms. Both of them were Silicon valley bright people and cashed in before the crash. Gary still consults with investment banks and private holding companies but Lizzie now takes charge of the guesthouse, a restaurant in the town center, and another place in Marin County, across the strait.

In front of me is a deck that overlooks the ocean. Dusk has fallen but the surf still stands out beneath the sky’s violet light. The sound of crashing waves are muted by the door’s double glass.

Lizzie doesn’t pry into my relationship with Gary as I sip the wine she hands over. She curls up on the opposite sofa. Seeing her draw her legs up sideways, I kick off my sandals and lean back, legs crossed like an Indian brave. I see her openly check me out but don’t feel much interest.

She gets up to serve early dinner as Gary comes back. He calls me over to the baby grand and we start singing the slower standards. Lizzie comes back and waits smiling, her hands clasped and eyes shining as we finish, “Funny Valentine.”

She bobs up and down her heels as she claps.

“I’m so glad there’s someone to sign with Gary!” She makes a grimace. “I can’t sing at all. But I love music.”

We don’t discuss their lifestyle over dinner. Instead, we talk of Presidents and rogues and what cultural acts to see in the next three months. My garage flat is in the middle of San Francisco, not too far from Castro St. Turns out Lizzie knows my landlady, a musician and a professor at the state university. Gary looks up from the vegetable pasta. She gives him a smile best described as conspiratorial but I am too sleepy with wine and travel to probe.

I don’t know what services Lizzie offers her guests. But she insists on filling the huge tub in the bathroom, shaking out lavender salt and Escort Kastamonu pouring in a deeper-scented bubble bath.

Zombie-like, I allow her to help in the undressing and groan as the hot water laps at tired muscles. I drink the second glass of wine in silence and sit up so she can sponge my back. The glass shakes as she sweeps across my breasts. I put it down on the wide wooden plank beside the picture window. My eyes are closed the whole time.

Lizzie does not push, her touch all function with no tease. She draws me up for a rinse and rubs me down with a fluffy yellow towel almost my length.

I haven’t unpacked and accept the flimsy Indian cotton wraparound. Lizzie steps out as I brush my teeth and apply night moisturizer.

Gary is also waiting in the bedroom.

“Relax now and sleep,” Lizzie croons as she pulls back the comforter and dims the light. Me and notions of private space… I do not resist as she pries open my sari. She settles me on my stomach and starts a massage. Gary strokes my head. I hear the a sitar, gently wailing, and the rhythm of waves.

It is a sensual massage, the hands feather like as they tap on back nerves and slide around to the sides of my breasts. I am totally docile, pliant, and increasingly wanting as Lizzie’s hands dance down my flanks.

She makes a “shhhhh” as I groan when briefly her fingers dig into ass muscles. She runs hands down my thighs and I groan once more as she presses on the soles of my feet.

My juices start pooling as her hands climb back. Gary is toying with my earlobes. Lizzie spreads my thighs and glides up and down the inner sides.

A high sweep ends with a gentle press and the other hand does the same. Higher. Higher. Now she is almost at my cunt. This is done all in silence. Only my breath is heavy. I cannot hear them. I do not want to hear them. I am focused only on the hands, on the heat that fills my groin. I tilt my ass back. She brings it back down. My eyes fill with tears of shame but then I feel her hand cup my cunt. I shudder and cry out. Gary rubs my lips with his thumb and as I open, slides it into my mouth.

Gently, Lizzie props up my hips and a warm towel slides underneath. I start to flood as she rubs with greater pressure. My legs spread and saliva covers Gary’s thumb. I sob against the thick, stubby digit as Lizzie enters me with a finger, pumping slowly and then sawing at my nether lips. One finger becomes two and my hands clutch at the pillow as her thumb strokes my clit.

“Baby. Baby. Baby.” Gary’s whisper is a counterpoint to Lizzie’s thrusts. I withdraw from his thumb to sound my wail and his lips settle near my ear. “That’s it baby. Baby. Feel, baby.”

When Lizzie starts tonguing my butt slit, the pressure builds and my cries compete with the sitar. I shake my head, desperate to latch onto something with my lips and Gary kisses me, drawing in my keening.

Lizzie’s tongue penetrates my asshole as a third finger slides into my pussy. I am clamping against her, squirting, and I am suckling hard at Gary’s tongue. At the fourth thrust of her tongue I come and come and come as sparks dance inside between back and front, her fingers brushing my secret sponge and a thumb flicking the clit. I scream into Gary’s mouth as my dam splits open, spilling a torrent on the towel and Lizzie’s jaw. The universe implodes. There is only my ragged breath, the sitar now whispering its last sounds. Gary is silent. Lizzie is silent.

She draws out the soaked towel, brings a new one and runs her hands over me one final time. Then they kiss on the cheek and the last thing I hear is Gary. “Goodnight, baby.”

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