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This is a re-write of my story Biking with Bridget. I focus on our relationship exclusively and eliminated the unessential story lines. I tightened up the prose as well. Thanks.

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Chapter One:

In my continuing quest for good health, I started biking around Pismo Beach and the central coast. I own a Seven speed Electra Townie that puts the pedals in front of the seat and keeps me sitting more upright. My posture is much better, and I can pedal for many more miles. I was biking along the Bob Jones bike trail a few days ago enjoying a sunny day. If you’re not familiar with this City to the Sea bike trail, it follows the Pacific Coast Railroad right-of-way along the San Luis Obispo Creek to Avila Beach.

As I was enjoying the bright sunshine of another glorious day, I rode by a lady sitting on the grass beside the bike trail. Her ten-speed was behind her lying on its side, the front wheel spinning. I thought nothing of it, until I saw her rubbing her ankle and shaking her head. She caught my eye and I decided to stop to check on her condition. I swung around and came to a stop a few feet from her.

“Hi, are you OK? I saw you rubbing your ankle and your bike on the ground over there.”

“Yes, I think I’ll be OK. I was riding a little too fast and caught a wheel in the gap. I over corrected and went down. Thanks for stopping; several people have just ridden on by.”

I reached down and extended my hand to pull her up, “HI, I’m Rob. It’s nice to meet you. Can you walk?”

As she stood, I noticed her wince when she put pressure on her foot. There was park bench five feet away. I helped her limp over to the bench to sit down. Once she was settled, I went back for her bike. I set it against the park bench and sat down.

“Hello, I’m Bridget, thanks for your help, once again. Yeah, my ankle is a bit sore, I twisted it in the fall.”

“Ouch.”

I sat quietly and watched Bridget rub her foot and rotate it around. I was so focused on her ankle, it took a while for me to look directly into her eyes. When I did look, I was met with a pair of blazing blue eyes and a crooked smile. I’m sure she was in a measure of pain, but she was still smiling.

“I don’t mean to be forward, but a brisk massage will help ease the pain. I’ve had a bit of experience with this sort of thing. Let me look.”

Bridget laughed, “Is that your best pick-up line?”

“No seriously. I took a massage class at the adult education forum and learned a few techniques, especially with feet. I promise I won’t bite.”

“Well I could use a little tender touch.”

Bridget extended her foot and I wrapped my hands around her ankle. There was no swelling, so I knew a vigorous rub would help. I moved my thumbs to her arch and massaged the bottom of her foot. I used my fingers to stimulate the muscles around her ankle and the ball of her foot.

“Wow, that does feel good, you might have a point about massage.”

While I had my hands wrapped around her lovely foot, Bridget told me she is a pediatric nurse at Arroyo Grande Community Hospital and enjoys working with the little ones. She bikes along the local trails, usually on Tuesdays and Thursdays, unless she is covering a shift for another nurse.

“This is my favorite trail since it is great for walking, skating, or biking. I do a little of each, but mostly biking. I love how it follows the stream.”

I continued to massage her ankle as we talked. I told her I’m retired and try to maintain a healthy lifestyle with walking and biking. I mentioned a walking club I belong to. As we talked, I noticed her biking outfit. She was wearing tight spandex shorts and a lime green top with sponsor names adorning it.

“Tell me Bridget, do you bike competitively? It looks like you are a member of a racing team?”

She laughed, “No, the top is from a charity race that I rode in. My hospital sponsored a team. I do like to push myself with a ten-mile route from Shell Beach to the Port San Luis pier and back. I keep a steady pace and time myself. That was what I was doing when I took a tumble.”

As Bridget spoke, I noticed how well she filled out her tight fitting spandex top, it hugged all the right curves. I stretched her leg a bit as I completed my massage. It was at this point that I realized how tight her black shorts were. They hugged her lower body like a second skin. I caught site of the gap between her thighs and stared at a prominent camel toe. The spandex material bulged out on either side of a deep crease along her pussy. Bridget couldn’t have been wearing any underwear. In my mind I pictured a tasty pussy with thick outer lips and juicy pink inner labia. I felt my cock twinge. At that point, I released her foot and let her sit upright on the bench.

“Wow Bridget, ten miles? I don’t know if I could keep up with that pace.”

Bridget rubbed her ankle a few more minutes before putting her sock and shoe back on. She laced up her sneaker and pronounced fatih escort that she was much better. I told her I was very happy to help.

“So, you are retired? I’m so jealous. I think I’ve got another ten years ahead of me. I figure if I can make it to 60, I’ll have a full pension and then be able to enjoy a life of leisure.”

Bridget stood up and put pressure on her ankle. She seemed to walk with less pain as she took a few steps around the bench. I think she will survive.

“I feel much better, but I think I’ll call it a day. Thank you so much, Rob. I owe you one.”

“Will you be OK to ride?”

“I’m sure I will. I own a condominium that’s just over there next to the bike trail. I can make it that far.”

Bridget pointed to the large complex, about two hundred yards from where we were sitting.

“Hey Rob, if you would like to join me for a ride sometime, I usually start out at the Shell Beach parking lot around 10:00 AM on most Tuesdays and Thursdays. I would love to ride with you some day.”

“I’m not sure if I could keep up with you.”

“Something tells me you’ll do just fine. I won’t press you too hard.”

Bridget walked up to me a gave me a tight hug, thanking me again for stopping and the foot massage. The way she said, ‘press you too hard’ sent my mind reeling. All kinds of thoughts shot through my brain. Whenever I hear press and hard in the same sentence, I immediately have thoughts about sex. We both got back on our bikes and departed, she rode off to her condo; I headed back home.

Chapter Two:

Thursday is here, so I drove over Shell Beach with my bike in the pick-up bed. It’s a quarter to ten when I mount my Elektra. If Bridget is riding today, I don’t want to miss her. After a few laps around the parking lot, I am ready to go. I see Bridget cycle towards me. I’m glad I got here early.

She is wearing the same outfit she wore last week, black spandex shorts and a lime green top filled with sponsor names. The shorts still look like they’ve been painted on, but the shirt seems different. It appears to be stretched out much more. Bridget smiles as she rides circles around me and then it dawns on me, she is braless. Her tits sway with each rotation of her pedals.

“Hi Rob, I’m glad you’re here, I was hoping to see you today. I just rode from my condo, so I’ve already done 1.5 miles. Are you ready to do ten miles, up to the pier and back?”

Bridget has already worked up a sweat and is ready to go. I look like doofus next to her with my baggy shorts, ball cap and tee shirt. She is decked out in riding gear with a Limar Ultralight helmet protecting her blonde pony tail.

“I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. Are you sure you want to be seen with me? I’m not exactly a poster boy for Team USA.”

“Of course, that’s why I’m here. Besides, if I take another tumble, I want those magic hands on my body.”

I’m not going to miss out on this opportunity. I let Bridget lead the way. I follow close and keep my eyes glued to her behind. I swear her shorts are molded around that tight bubble-butt. I pedal faster to catch up with her and we ride side by side for the first mile.

“How are you this morning, Bridget? Is your ankle feeling better?”

“Oh, yeah. I went home and took a long, hot shower. I soaked it in Epsom salts for a half hour and felt so much better. Of course, your magic massage was the secret. I always take a long, hot shower after every ride. It seems to rejuvenate me and then I’m ready to take on the world. How about you Rob? I take it you got back home safe and sound?”

“I did. I rode for another four miles to build up more stamina; chores around the house have kept me busy until now.”

I make sure I continue to look Bridget in the eyes as I think about her riding braless this morning. Her boobs continue to sway as we pedal on. We ride on for another few miles and reach Avila Beach.

“Do you go to Avila Beach Rob?”

“I do. You meet some interesting people down there, especially on the clothing-optional section. I do enjoy an all over tan.”

“Yeah, so do I. Funny we’ve never run into each other. We’ll have to make it a date.”

I try to concentrate on riding, but Bridget’s comments are making my cock hard. We continue to ride on, toward the Port San Luis Pier. We are working up a good sweat as we reach the halfway point on our adventure. We turn onto the pier and ride along the edge overlooking the blue Pacific. It’s a picture-perfect day. At the end of the pier, we park our bikes and take a water break. The Olde Port Fish Market is closed for the season, and we find ourselves alone in solitude. I suggest a selfie, and Bridget is all for it. She slides her arm around my waist and leans her head against my shoulder. Her hug feels good. I snap the picture with my iPhone and our image is captured with the rolling waves in the background.

“Give me your phone and I’ll take your picture.”

Bridget faces me as I lean back against the railing. She rattles off a few pics.

“There, escort istanbul our first ride is captured for posterity.”

I suggest I take a few of her with the ocean in the background. We switch places and I focus on her form silhouetted against the blue sky. I snap a few images. With one swift motion, Bridget grabs the hem of her green jersey and lifts it up, exposing her big boobs for the first time. I catch my breath but continue to focus on her form and tap the iPhone screen. Her breasts are near perfect; round orbs with just a hint of sag. Nipples, the color of coral and slightly puffy. A perfect C-cup.

“These are for your eyes only. Don’t go posting on Facebook or Instagram.”

Bridget smiles as she lowers her top and moves toward me for a hug. She tilts her head and I taste her lips for the first time. Our lingering kiss is sweet. She grabs my hand and places it on her left breast. I feel the full, firm mound separated only by smooth green material.

“Let me see the pictures.”

I release her boob and we look at my phone. I scroll through the four pictures exposing her ripe melons. The first one is blurry because I was caught off-guard as I snapped the photo. I quickly delete it. The second and third images are flawless; Bridget’s smile is captivating. I love the fourth image. It highlights her beautiful tits, sitting high and proud, but also captures her wry smile that tells me she is just a bit naughty and wants to play.

“Time to continue our ride; let’s head back to Shell Beach.”

Reluctantly, I close the screen and slide my phone into the front pocket of my shorts. I feel a tingling and am aware that my cock is harder than before. We grab our bikes and head back down the pier with Bridget leading the way. Watching her tight bubble butt caress the bicycle seat does nothing to stem my hard-on. I focus on the exercise aspect of our trip and catch up to Bridget, riding side by side. We pass Avila Beach, now to our right. We survey the sand scape and look for nude bodies.

“I can’t wait for us to be down there enjoying the hot sun.”

We cycle along the trail toward Shell Beach. As we round the final turn toward the parking lot, Bridget turns left into a housing complex. I follow her through the parking lot and ask what’s up.

“We’re home. This is where I live. My condo is the one on the right.”

She points to a townhouse that is on the end of a fourplex building. The light blue exterior blends in with the surrounding area. We hop off our bikes and park them in her front patio.

“I’m ready for lunch. How about you? I don’t want you going home on an empty stomach.”

I didn’t realize today’s adventure included food. I’m thrilled to spend more time with Bridget. We enter through the front door. Bridget throws her helmet on the coffee table and gives me a quick tour of her home. She tells me the kitchen was updated a year or so before she bought the place. Chrome appliances fill the room, including a six-burner stove top in the center island. A bay window provides nice views of the coast. Next to the kitchen, the family room is dominated by a large flat screen TV with surround sound. A plush leather couch is centered in front. I could get used to this style of living.

“Make yourself at home Rob. There’s juice in the refrigerator and help yourself to the fruit on the counter. I’m a bit of a health nut. I’ll be back in a minute, I just want to upstairs and change.”

Bridget kisses me on the cheek and scoots upstairs. I get comfortable right away, grabbing a bottle of pomegranate juice from the fridge and eating a banana. While Bridget is upstairs, I pull out my phone and scroll through the three pictures. My cock twitches and I reach down to squeeze my shaft. I’m lost in thought when I hear Bridget call down.

“Hey Rob, can you come up here for a moment?”

I close out my phone and slip it back into my short’s pocket.

“Are you coming?”

I think to myself, OK, I’m coming. I walk up the flight of stairs, following the sound of her voice. I enter her bedroom on the left. A four-poster bed sits in the middle of the room. Bridget is not here.

“Hey Rob.”

I hear her voice coming from the master bathroom and walk through the bedroom to the bath. I hear running water. I look in and am astounded to see Bridget completely nude with water cascading down her skin. Smiling and holding a bar of soap, she asks me to scrub her back. My jaw drops. She is a vision. Her breasts sway back and forth, capped by erect nipples. Water drips down her stomach to her pussy lips. Her outer labia are smooth and full, visible between her sweet thighs.

“Care to join me? Drop those shorts, let me see that cock.”

I am out of my clothes in seconds and wrap her naked body in my arms. The shower fills with steam. Our lips meet, and we share a passionate kiss. I hold her right breast in my hand and pinch her erect nipple. My hand moves down her body and I stroke her pussy. I glide my fingers up and down her slit, maslak escort playing with the soft pink petals of her inner labia. While I explore her lower region, our lips continue to mash together, and our tongues intertwine.

We break our kiss and I move behind her. Bridget hands me the soap and washcloth. She faces the shower head as the hot water washes over the two of us. I load the washcloth with soap while Bridget reaches back and grabs my shaft. She strokes me as I lather up her back and move down to her ass cheeks.

I move my hands around to her front and soap up her tits. I lift and massage each full mound with the cloth, paying close attention to her puffy nipples. My hands drift down to her tummy and pussy. Bridget spreads her legs and lets me clean her outer lips. I finger her inner labia making sure she is squeaky clean.

Bridget lets the water wash away all the suds before we change sides; I stand facing the shower head. She washes my back and ass. She slides her soapy fingers between my ass cheeks. I feel her fingers run along my sphincter and it feels good. Bridget reaches around me, and grabs hold of my erect cock. She presses her breasts into my back as she cleans my shaft and balls. I love her gentle touch as she makes sure I am clean. I turn, and we embrace under the hot water. We share a long kiss of satisfaction. I am faced with a beautiful pair of large tits with coral nipples. I grab the undersides of her boobs and bend down to suck her squeaky-clean nipples. I suck her left nipple between my lips and pinch her right. Bridget holds my head close while I suck and lick her tits. I stand straight. My cock is hard and presses against her pussy. Bridget grabs my cock and squeezes my balls.

“I want to suck your cock, I want to taste your cum; your sweet and salty cum”

Bridget kneels on one knee. My hard shaft is ready for the taking. With the shower spray on my back and my cock in front of Bridget, she grabs me and opens her mouth. She wraps her left hand around my thick shaft and strokes several times. Her right hand cups my balls; she rolls my nuts around.

“I love your shaved balls; I just want to devour you.”

Bridget leans forward and sucks one of my balls into her mouth as she jerks on my shaft. She moves her tongue around and around before releasing me and sucking on the other. After releasing them she licks my cock from bottom to top. Bridget pulls down on my shaft and swallows me up, sucking on my glans and several inches. She jacks me off while sucking on the tip.

“I just can’t get enough of this cock. You’re going to cum for me.”

“First, let me get you ready. I want to eat your pussy.”

“Not until I’ve had my appetizer.”

Bridget moves her hand to the base of my shaft as she licks up and down. Her spit covers my skin. She opens her mouth and sucks three inches into her mouth. Her lips move up while she applies a forceful suction which feels so good and keeps my orgasm building. She releases the tip of my cock with a pop.

“Mmm, you taste good.”

Bridget is determined to make me cum. She grips my shaft and proceeds to jack me off. Her hand moves quickly up and down, twisting and squeezing which takes me over the edge. She has her lips glued around my tip as she masturbates me to climax. I push out my hips and pump three solid ropes of cum into her mouth. Bridget gulps down my load and never releases her suction from my glans. She bathes the sensitive tip while her hand continues to pump, drawing a few more spurts of jizz. When she is satisfied that I have no more cum, she releases my cock.

Bridget stands, and we exchange places. We kiss and hold our bodies together under the hot shower stream. I taste the remnants of my latest climax on her tongue. I prepare to return the favor and kneel on the slick tile. It’s hard on my knees, but I don’t care. With the shower spray on her backside. I have a close-up view of her pussy. She looks delicious. Her thick lips are so smooth. I’m betting she just waxed.

“Bridget, your lips are so smooth; I love the soft feel on my tongue.”

“I just had my waxing appointment yesterday.”

My instincts are right. I continue to lick with broad strokes up and down her puffy outer lips. Her clit starts to emerge from its protective hood. Her inner labia are very pink from the hot water. I wrap my hands around her tight bubble-butt and pull her cunt close to my lips.

I suck on her rose petals and drill into her core. I snake my tongue up and down her pussy and taste her juices mingled with the shower water. I lick all around her thighs and suck more of her inner labia between my lips. Bridget wraps her hands behind my head and pulls me tight against her pussy as I search out her clitoris.

“Rob, please, make me cum. My pussy needs it right now”

I attack Bridget’s clit. Her pussy is wet and ready. I use two fingers to invade her inner flesh. She is hot and tight. I know my cock will feel good clenched inside this pussy. I use my fingers to stimulate her G-Spot and push deep within her folds. Bridget spreads her legs and grabs my shoulders to brace herself. I feel her thighs quiver and realize she is on the verge of her climax. I suck her clit between my lips and jam my fingers against the hard ridge of her magic spot.

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Do all men have fantasies about their wives female friends? I think they do.

My husband has for years. He has made it very clear that he is attracted to a few of my friends. I can’t blame him I do have some very attractive friends. I love teasing him during sex, its funny how he gets so worked up over it. After all it’s just a wild fantasy, something that will never happen. All my friends are respectful and classy. I just couldn’t see anything ever happening with any of them and my husband.

I have several close female friends that I have known for many years. He likes all my friends but its Sonia and Wendy that he fantasizes about in particular.

Sonia is Eastern European and has never married. She has lived with different men on and off. Sonia is gorgeous, dark hair, blue eyes and a light complexion. She is tall and thin and could pass for a model. She is the wild one. Never shy and speaks what’s on her mind which of course gets her into all kinds of situations. I have never been out with Sonia when men aren’t hitting on her. It doesn’t matter where we are, the grocery store, coffee shop, she is just a magnet for men. My husband has known her for many years and has always loved her.

About ten years ago she got breast implants. She came over to the house and couldn’t wait to show me her new acquisitions. My husband happened to be home but Sonia is far from shy. She just opened up her blouse to show us. She was so proud. She even let my husband touch them with my permission of course. My husband still fondly talks about that day.

Wendy, on the other hand, is the sweet and proper type. She married her high school sweetheart, now has two kids and life is good. She is the typical mom with the mini van. She is very attractive in a cute way. She is the youngest of the group. I have always considered Wendy as my baby sister. My husband has always fantasied about both Wendy and Sonia.

My friends and I usually get together a couple of times a year at one of our homes. It’s a girl’s night out. We catch up on life, update on men and bitch about partners, accompanied by lots of wine. Its always a fun evening.

It was my turn to host, so I told my husband they were coming over the next week. Well, he started in about his fantasies, just like a kid. His birthday was coming up and since he didn’t really need or want anything he said the least I could do was hear him out, so I did. Yeah just like a kid.

A little bit of background. When we were dating I surprised him with a threesome with my friend Jenny and I for his birthday. Back then every guy that I dated asked me for a threesome with Jenny after they met her. I always had the same response “I already had a threesome with Jenny, you just weren’t there”. My husband never asked me for a threesome when we were dating. In fact he never mentioned Jenny, although I’m sure he was thinking all kinds of things. I found this to be very respectful and so I surprised him on his birthday. To this day he says that was the best birthday gift ever and that’s when he decided he wanted to marry me. I’m sure he was hoping that Jenny was part of the package.

I decided to play along and hear out his fantasy. He had this fantasy ataköy escort that he would stay up in our bedroom when the girls arrived and watch TV so he couldn’t hear us. Then during the course of the evening I would ask the girls if any of them wanted to go up and play with husband. They would knock on the door and he would blindfold himself and lie on the bed and wait.

No talking allowed…just music or the TV in the background to disguise sounds. They could do whatever they wanted to him, preferably of a sexual nature. When completed they would leave without saying a word. Obviously he had given this a lot of thought. I joked and added that he wasn’t allowed to touch or grab them and he couldn’t ask me which friend it was. It would be more erotic to never know. Those were my rules. He quickly agreed and was thrilled at the possibilities.

Of course I laughed. I told him there wasn’t a hope in hell that any of my friends would play along. But I had a plan so I agreed that I would ask my friends. No guarantees and don’t get your hopes up. I think he was shocked that I had agreed to his fantasy. He was thrilled.

Since his birthday was coming up and I had no idea what to get him I thought I would trick him into thinking one of my friends went up to visit him. This would be a gift he would never forget and driving him crazy trying to think whom it was.

I planned that sometime during our girl’s night I would excuse myself and go up to the bedroom. I would pretend to be one of my friends. Since the rules were he had to be blindfolded, no talking and he wasn’t allowed to touch, it shouldn’t be too hard to pull off. My plan was to sneak into our bedroom and give him a hand job or blowjob before sneaking out. He would be on cloud nine and forever grateful. I was so proud of myself for coming up with this plan. It was not only exciting, but it also got me off the hook for a gift.

The day of our get together finally arrived. That evening before my friends arrived my husband showered and shaved and even put on some cologne. I commented that he didn’t even clean up this much for me. I reminded him that the chances of anything happening were pretty remote. I was setting him up for my plan to sneak into the bedroom and make him think it was one of my friends. He was eager and hopeful as ever. He closed himself in our bedroom just as the doorbell rang.

It was a beautiful evening so as my friends arrived we all sat outside on the deck. The wine was flowing like always and we were all having a great time catching up. There was five of us; Laura, Cathy, Wendy, Sonia and myself.

Midway thru the evening someone asked where my husband was. I burst out laughing, I had completely forgotten about him. In laughter I told them “you wouldn’t believe me if I told you”. They were eager to find out. I told them about his crazy fantasy and how I planned on tricking him for his birthday. They didn’t believe me, “I told you won’t believe me,” I said in laughter. I said I suppose I should go up and give him his birthday gift. All at once Sonia jumped up and said she wanted to see, the others all agreed. They were all drunk and laughing. I don’t think they believed me.

So like a escort bayan istanbul bunch of schoolgirls we all sneaked up the stairs laughing and giggling. I knocked on the bedroom door. We heard the volume of the soft music increase, followed by my husband saying, “Come in”. We open the door and slowly peeked in. My husband was lying under the covers blindfolded. Even from the doorway you could see he had and erection. Was he naked underneath the sheet? The girls couldn’t control their giggles. They pushed in for a closer look and we all flowed into the room. I couldn’t believe all five of us were standing around the bed smirking and trying not to giggle too loud. The center of focus was my husband’s erection propping up the bed sheet like a tent pole.

It was pretty obvious from the giggles my husband knew there was more than one of us in the room. At this point I thought the girls had seen enough and would leave but I was mistaken.

Laura and Wendy signalled each other and then on queue each grabbed a side of the covers and pulled then off. I was glad to see he was in his boxers, but it was obvious he was aroused.

I whispered to them if they wanted to leave I would take care of things here. To my complete surprise Sonia motioned to me if they could touch him. I just shrugged and gave her the thumbs up sign. Sonia and Laura began running their fingers across his hairy chest, playing with his nipples. Wendy not to be out done ran her hands up his leg. Slowly she moved her hand up his inner thigh until her fingers extended beneath his boxers. It looked like she was tickling his balls. That’s when Laura started running her hand down from his nipples to the top edge of his boxers. We could see his hard-on twitching through his boxers as he began moaning. He was enjoying all the teasing.

Sonia not one to play coy went right for his package and gave him a good feel and rub through his boxers. Wendy obviously drunk decided she wanted to see more so she yanked off his boxers with one tug. I was shocked; this was not the Wendy I knew. They all giggled with approval as my husbands cock sprung free. It looked like my husband did some trimming for the occasion. He was as hard as I had ever seen him. I had no idea what would happen next this had already gone further than I ever imagined.

Sonia motioned me if she could kiss him. I mouthed to all of them that he’s all yours girls, do whatever you want. After all this was his birthday gift. At this point Cathy thought it best to leave the room and returned downstairs. This left Laura, Wendy, and Sonia. As I watched they proceeded to give my husband a hand job. Taking turns stroking and teasing him. My husband was squirming with delight. He could feel all the hands on him.

Sonia was wearing a flimsy top so she opened it up and shoved her beautiful tits in his face. I’m sure my husband would recognize those boob anywhere. By now Laura and Wendy began kissing and licking his cock. Each were licking up and down either side of his shaft. It wasn’t long before they both began taking turns sucking him. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I have known these girls for decades and never did I think this would happen…well beylikdüzü escort maybe with Sonia yes but not the other two. Soon all three of them were taking turns sucking and stroking him. It almost became like a contest. Who could take the most in their mouths, who could stroke the hardest?

That’s when Laura turned to me and held up her thumb. She had a devilish grin on her face. I just gave her a big smile and nodded. I thought it was a thumb up for approval. She put her thumb in her mouth to lubricate it and without hesitation stuck it up my husbands butt as Wendy was sucking him. He arched his back and let out a loud moan. I couldn’t stop laughing. I’m sure he wasn’t expecting that…lol Laura was older and married so that was completely unexpected.

It wasn’t long before the hubby let out a loud long deep moan as he exploded. Laura’s thumb still penetrating and wiggling up his ass. I’m sure he shot his sperm clear across the room. The girls were thrilled, drunk but thrilled. Sonia gave my husband one last nibble at her breasts as the other two girls playfully said good bye to his limp spent member. They couldn’t stop giggling as we all returned to the deck.

Once back out on the deck they couldn’t stop talking and laughing over it. They said this was the best meeting ever and they should do this at all our get-togethers. I think they were in shock that it went that far. Laura asked how I felt about it and I assured them I was fine with it. They actually did me a favor and I wouldn’t have to worry about a birthday gift anymore.

We continued to have fun and consume more wine. After a while I noticed that Wendy had gone to the washroom and not returned. I went in the house to make sure she was OK. She wasn’t in the washroom.

As I looked around for her, I heard noises coming from upstairs. No, it couldn’t be Wendy back in the bedroom. Wendy had surprised me earlier as I would never have guessed she was so promiscuous. I thought she was happily married and would never cheat on her husband. But still it couldn’t be her up there with my husband.

I quietly went upstairs and peeked in the door. I was shocked. There was Wendy naked riding my husband. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I began to leave but decided to sneak a couple of pictures. My husband looked like he was still blindfolded so these pictures would make an excellent birthday gift. I’m so bad.

Wendy was facing me as I took a few pictures but I’m not even sure she saw me. I think her eyes were closed and concentrating on other things. She was giving him quite a ride. I have to admit my voyeuristic side found the whole thing very hot. Wendy has always been on the tiny side but I never realized what a sweet tight little body she had. She had an ass to die for.

As much as I wanted to join in, I had guests downstairs and I didn’t want to embarrass Wendy. So I quietly returned downstairs to join the girls and opened up another bottle of wine. I needed another drink after what I just witnessed.

Wendy eventually came back down to join us. She appeared very sheepish and had that just fucked look that only I picked up on. I asked if she was OK, she timidly nodded her head. I gave her a warm smile and another glass of wine. We never spoke of the events of that night.

On the other hand my husband has never stopped talking about that evening. I even gave him a couple of pictures of Wendy riding him for his birthday. What have I done…lol

True Story

April

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This is a continuation of the Big Bear Weekend story. Parts of this story are true and parts are not. I’m not going to say which are fact.

It was late morning by the time the effects of the wine and the grass had diminished enough to allow me to reach consciousness. Laying draped part way across me, Jean was still asleep. Her face was nuzzled into the crook of my neck and I could feel the firmness of her beautiful titties as they pressed into my ribcage. She held my thigh tightly between her thighs and every once in a while she would grind her pussy against my leg. I let my hand drift down her back and absently stroked at the top of her butt crack. She moaned softly in her sleep. Then I carefully worked my hand lower so that my thumb could stroke and probe at her delicious Blond ass. She moaned and ground her pussy against me even more intently.

Off to one side, I could see Jeff and Corrine engaged in a slow and sensual fuck. The heater had been left on all night, so the cabin was warm enough that, like us, they had uncovered themselves during the night.

Their naked coupling was taking place right in front of me, not more than 4 feet away. Corrine was looking in my direction as her husband gently moved in and out of her. She smiled warmly and closed her eyes sensuously. I could see the hard points of her nipples as her little titties jiggled seductively with their rhythm. Jeff had an intense look on his face as he slowly buried and then withdrew his long snake in and out.

Jean stirred and moaned, I sensed her breathing pattern changing and just kept stroking along her spine. I felt her stretch a little and then clamp her pussy against my thigh even more firmly. She raised her head and kissed me. It was a warm and wet kiss, tasting slightly of the sangria and grass we had consumed the night before. She stuffed her hot tongue deep into my throat and whispered good morning. Then she became aware of our hosts. She raised herself up onto her elbows, her tits firmly pressing against my chest and watched them. Every once in a while she would clinch her thighs together and grind her pussy harder against me.

Suddenly Corrine and Jeff changed gears. What had been a soft sensuous fuck quickly became a wild animal rutting. Jeff was pounding his meat into his wife and his breathing came in ragged grunts as he crammed his cock into her willing cunt. Then it was over. With one last grunt, they both nearly shouted that they were cumming and then they were still. Only the sound of them gasping for air disturbed the morning quiet. Jean let out a soft moan as her body spasmed against me. She had silently shared their fuck. Jeff and Corrine looked over at us and smiled.

Jean watched as Jeff pulled his nearly flaccid cock from his wife’s love box. A long trail of cum connected their genitals for a few seconds and then it broke as he pulled away. Corrine stayed on her back, absently rubbing the smeared cum into the skin of her flat belly. Without any attempt to pretend modesty, Jeff walked into the kitchen area and started making coffee. Corrine rolled onto her side so she was facing us and she and Jean made up the agenda for the day.

After showers we had a leisurely brunch, since it was already after 11 o’clock. Then the girls made a picnic lunch and we headed out for a hike.

It was very warm, so Jean was wearing a very short pair of cut-off jeans. They were so short that the front pockets had been cut off and the line of the rear followed the line of the rear pockets. The tan orbs of her fabulous ass were fully uncovered as the inseam pressed into her cuntlips. On top fındıkzade escort she wore a thin white cotton halter-top. It was very small and much of the under side of her tits were uncovered. It was also very tight and it was very easy to see not only the shadow of her nipples and areola, but also the texture of the skin. The effect really was of someone having painted a white halter onto her golden skin.

Corrine dressed similarly. Except she wore a bathing suit top and very short Khaki shorts. Her long tapered legs looked as good as any models as she climbed into the Jeep. I noticed one of her pussy lips escape the fabric as she arranged herself on the front seat and turned to talk to us.

After a short drive we turned onto a dirt road and followed it for about a half-hour until it came to a clearing. The road ended there and there were no other vehicles around. Jeff and Corrine said that there was a beautiful waterfall and pond just an easy hike away so we all set out. Jeff led and I trailed the two ladies. I was pretending to be gallant by bringing up the rear, but really I was just looking at their fine asses as they walked along ahead of me. Jean knew what I was doing and invitingly shook her ass at me a few times.

After what seemed like a long trek, we rounded a corner and came upon the waterfall. We were all sweating and even panting after the final section which was about a 50% grade and lasted a couple of hundred yards. At the base of the falls was a shallow pond of crystal clear water. The sun was directly on the rocks and the water and Jean announced that the water wasn’t cold at all. Much to my surprise, she was right.

Jeff and Corrine were already stripping as they explained that the water was always warm in the late afternoon on sunny days. In just a few seconds, all four of us were naked and splashing in the shallow water. Jean and Corrine suddenly attached Jeff. First they splashed him and then they started climbing on him, trying to knock him off his feet. The depth only brought the water to mid-thigh so there was no hiding what was going on. I began swelling to full erection as I watched my friend and my sexy wife frolicking with abandon. It was great watching the tanned bodies glistening in the sun, their tits bouncing and jiggling as they played. Jeff’s cock was hard too and suddenly Jean grabbed at it as he grabbed one of her tits. Then Corrine did the old “bend over” behind Jeff and Jean quickly launched herself onto him, her legs straddling his hips as they fell over his wife.

Later, we realized we didn’t have any towels. We just lay out on the sun-baked rocks and let ourselves dry naturally. As I was lying on my back, listening to the birds and watching a white contrail streak across the cloudless sky, I was thinking of my wife so openly flirting with Jeff. I smiled to myself as I realized that my cock was growing again as I thought of the scene. Then I was suddenly surprised when my beautiful Blond slut engulfed my cock in her mouth. In no time at all, he came to full attention as she worked him up and down her throat. I reached down and held her head onto my cock and began to pump my hips in time with her ministrations.

Just as my seed began to boil and I could feel my balls contracting, a gruff voice commanded us to get dressed and leave. I opened my eyes to see a Forest Service Ranger standing above us on a rock. As we retrieved our clothes and dressed, the ranger climbed down to our level. He was pretty cool. As he watched my Jean dress, obviously impressed, he explained that there was a group of Girl Scouts just a quarter eskort istanbul mile away and heading for an overnight at the falls. After we dressed we headed back to the Jeep. My balls ached and a drop or two of pre-cum dampened the front of my cut-offs as we headed down the trail toward lunch. We passed the scouts just a few hundred yards away from the pond. Their leader was a beautiful Japanese girl and I know her smile was a knowing one as she eyed us as we passed. The girls were of high school age and I wished they had stumbled upon us without warning from the ranger.

We ate our picnic lunch and then headed back to the cabin.

When we got there, we realized that the water in the tub was at a perfect temperature for lounging in the warm afternoon. There was just a pleasant chill in it. We broke out more wine and smoke and all of us stripped to climbed in. Corrine immediately remembered something and went into the cabin for a minute. I watched her ass, loving the glimpse of her pussy as she walked. Between the three of us, Jean was the last one in and made no effort to cover herself this time. I watched the petals of her pussy as she climbed over the edge. The opening of her womanness opened and winked at Jeff as she stood on the bench with one foot and on the deck with the other. He made no effort to hide that he was watching and even made of show of stroking his cock a little.

“You nasty little slut.” I said. “Why do you have to tease him like that?”

“”Who says I’m just teasing?” She smiled at me over the rim of her glass, Sex seemed to fire out of her big eyes as she looked into my eyes. Her tongue traced the edge of the glass.

“We do need to show how much we appreciate being invited for the weekend, don’t we?”

My cock stiffened immediately. She sat down next to Jeff and put her arm around his shoulder. One of his hands immediately went to her breast and the other went between her legs. I saw her nipples stiffen as he began a full open-mouthed French kiss. She moaned as she put down her glass and reached for his cock.

“So, Jeff, how can she show you how much we appreciate being your guest this weekend?” I asked.

He hoisted himself out of the tub and sat on the deck with his legs spread and his feet in the water. “Oh, you don’t have to show your appreciation, but a blow job would sure feel good right now.” He said, as he stroked at her shining hair.

She changed positions so she was on her knees between his legs. I saw her take another drink and then she reached into the ice bucked and got a couple of chunks of crushed ice and put them into her mouth. Then she lowered her face to his cock. Jeff’s eyes slowly closed and he had to let himself lay all the way back down onto the deck. My sexy Blond slut wife practically devoured his long skinny cock. I could see her little hands, one was cupping his bloated balls and the other was working a manicured finger into his asshole. She was so into the vacuum job that she was no longer kneeling; instead she was nearly climbing out of the tub herself, striving for the best angle of attack. Her ass and cunt were out of the water and I watched her two holes as they reacted to the erotic sensations his cock was giving her mouth and throat. I could hear her moaning as he began to gyrate his hips. His breath was coming in short grunting snorts and his ass was pounding on the deck as he fucked her face for all his worth.

“Oh, you cock sucking bitch!” He shouted. “Suck me baby, suck me good. I’m gonna paint your tonsils baby, I’m gonna give you so much cum you’re not gonna need to eat dinner…”

I kağıthane escort watched her little hand as it kneaded his ballsac. The diamond of her wedding rings sparkled in the afternoon sunlight. During this time, his nasty monologue. I was barely aware that Corrine had joined us. She leaned her hand on my shoulder as she joined us in the tub. When I looked at her, she was focused on Jean’s winking holes. She set down her glass and moved up behind my wife. Within seconds, she had her tongue and nose buried in the beautiful dripping gash between my wife’s legs. I watched as Corrine began to devour Jean from behind. My rapidly stroking hand was making the water erupt between my legs. I could feel the seed once again boiling and churning inside of me. Without hesitation or warning I moved behind Corrine, behind her inviting ass and drove my raging cock deep into her cunt. Her hole was hot and tight and I held her slim hips to get into the same rhythm as the other three. It was only seconds before Jeff began bellowing, Jean and Corrine began moaning and groaning and I totally lost control in a frenzy of lust and a blast of seed. I held on for dear life until the energy seemed to sapped out of the blazing end of my cock. I had to sit down. I watched a large gob of my cum slowly ooze out of Corrine just before she sat down and Jean collapsed on top of Jeff. His wilting cock was trapped between the golden orbs of my wife’s perfect breasts.

We drank and relaxed for a while before the buzzer on the oven called us all into the cabin. We decided that since we had been naked all afternoon, there was no reason to dress for dinner. It was great fun working around the ladies with their beautiful bodies on full display. Both Jeff and I had stiff wood leading our way as we moved around the cabin.

At one time Jean was bending over to get something off a lower shelf as Jeff walked by. His slimy cock rubbed against her ass and she looked up and smiled. Once again she wiggled that smooth ass at him in an inviting way. “Are you looking for something or are you just waiting for me to help you?” Jeff asked her, easily resting his hands on her hips.

Without standing up, Jean moved back toward him. “I don’t know, wait just a few minutes and maybe I’ll figure it out.” She answered. I saw his cock slip all the way into her soaking and ready pussy.

“Alright you two, get your asses over here and sit down.” Corrine said. “I didn’t sweat over this hot stove so we could end up with cold dinner.”

Jeff and Jean stood up together and marched in lock step to the table. Then Jeff sat down; my wife still impaled on his cock. They ate dinner like that, Jeff often smearing some food or sauce on my wife’s inviting nipples only to noisily lick it off.

When we were done with dinner, Jean got off of Jeff’s cock; a string of cum snapped from his cum hole and stuck to her leg. While Corrine was washing dinner dishes I came up behind her and helped by supporting her jiggling tits. She appreciated my help and I appreciated the warm crack in which I nestled my throbbing cock.

We spent the rest of the night talking, drinking and toking. One of the last things I remembered before the great blur, as an exciting view of my wife 69ing with Jeff. He was on his back and she was on her knees, straddling his head. Her beautiful breasts hung down, with her thumb-sized nipples almost touching his belly. She had his skinny cock all the way down her mouth and her head bobbed up and down frantically. Jeff licked and sucked at her ass and pussy. The sounds of their grunts and moans filled the room.

“Fuck man, what a slut she is!” Jeff said. His eyes were popping out of his head, as he became aware that his wife was swallowing my sausage at the same moment. I could feel the head of my cock as it banged against the back of her throat.

“Yeah, I fucking know…”

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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23(M) at the time. I had just been unceremoniously dumped by my then girlfriend and to be honest I was feeling pretty sorry for myself. I was living at the time with a friend who suggested we go on holiday and help me get over my breakup by finding some chick to help with the process. Well, I could use some sun and was due a break. We booked a last minute 2-week holiday to a Greek island and left the next weekend. I was still raw emotionally and finding it hard to relax and enjoy the beach that was full of hotties. We windsurfed, water skied and swam all day and drank and danced all night. I kid you not we were having to swat the totty of with a fly swat, or at least I was, my friend was taking his duties seriously and fucking any girls he could.

About two days in, while sitting on the beach, two girls 18 and 19 came and sat near us. We chatted and actually they were quite funny and good company. It turned out they were sisters and musicians in a philharmonic orchestra. The older sister (Jo) had brought her guitar and would play anything people asked her to. It was a topless beach and both girls happily sat and chatted with their breasts out. Even with this obvious show I was not feeling the need to pursue either of them.

That evening we had agreed to meet up for drinks at the local club, and when my friend an I arrived the two girls were waiting with drinks ready for us. They had obviously decided between themselves who was going with who. I got the younger sister (Helen), she had a really great figure (observed on the beach) with larger than average breasts with hard thimble nipples, she was probably about 5’6″, but what had put me off her was she had an absolutely massive head of curly blond hair, it was like şişli escort a 70’s afro and I didn’t think it suited her. Anyway, we chatted and drank our drinks, we even had the odd dance. I noticed she was beginning to stand so close to me it was a bit awkward talking to her because I need to bend down make my self heard. It was quite early when I decided to leave probably about midnight. The club stayed open until the sun came up, so my friend stayed with the other sister. The sister I was with (Helen) said she’d walk back with me (our apartments were apparently quite close to each other.

The streets in the Greek village were very narrow and cobbled, and with a few drinks inside you it was easy to stumble, and she did, into me, very unsubtle and in catching her she kissed me passionately and somewhat aggressively. At this point I had enough of the silly pretence, I broke the kiss gripped her elbow and marched her back to my room, that I was sharing with my friend who I’d left at the club. She was wearing a boob tube, no bra, and a long elasticated skirt they was quite full with lots of pleats. I pushed her onto the bed and she smirked back at me “God I thought you were never going to try anything” she said. I stood over her and pulled off my T shirt, in response she pulled down her boob tube, releasing those magnificent tits. I pulled her to me, but to her surprise I pushed her face down on the bed. I had intended just to ‘hate fuck’ her from behind to get rid of her. With one hand on her neck I pulled up the long skirt only to fine she was not wearing any underwear.

But what she did have that got me instantly hard was a massive bush of thick blond hair between her legs, it was all the way up her ass crack and was very wet! She was moaning into the pillow expecting to be thoroughly fucked, istanbul escort but this was an opportunity to enjoy this magnificent blond Forrest. I took hold of her hips and pulled her onto all fours. But rather than fucking her I pushed my whole face into that soaking wet hairy pussy. She was dripping and as I plunged my tongue into her hole she let out a guttural moan that I’m sure could have been heard in the street below. I really went for it sucking her engorged clit, tongue fucking and lapping at all her juices, within two minutes she orgasmed, ramming her pussy back onto my face and tongue. I realised she was momentarily spent, so I moved my tongue from her pussy and plunged it deep into her ass, again that animal guttural sound involuntarily escaped from her mouth. As I tongue fucked her asshole, I slid three fingers into her sloppy wet pussy and piston fucked her to another shattering orgasm.

I loved the way that thick hairy bush felt on my face and I covered myself in her in her juices. I stopped to take off my trousers, and while I was doing this, she turned over and said “that’s the best sex I ever had”, I looked at her and said back “I didn’t say move, get back in the position, I’m not finished yet”. She immediately hoped over and jokingly covered her head with the skirt that was still around her waist. I smacked her ass really hard four or five times, her squeals muffled by her face buried in the pillow. I positioned my cock at her hairy pussy entrance and just slid my rock hard 7″ cock balls deep in one thrust. She was wet and very squelchy but surprisingly tight too, I guess she’d not had much cock before. I pumped into her long slow thrusts building up momentum.

At this point she just succumbed to the pounding she was getting, and I was taking out all the frustration mecidiyeköy escort of having been dumped by my ex on this girl’s tight hairy pussy. To reenergise her I slapped her now red ass a few more times and them I sucked my thumb and pushed it into her ass. A muffled scream came out, but I was in the zone and continued to bang away at her dripping pussy. At this moment I was distracted by the door of the room opening, I looked over and the was not opening it was closing and standing watching us was the other sister Jo. There was no lights on in the room but it was quite well lit from the street lights outside. We locked gaze, as I continued to pound her sisters pussy with my thumb in her ass. Jo just watched with one hand holding up her shirt and the other hand furiously finger fucking her own hairy pussy to the rhythm of the fucking going on before her.

This situation just pushed me over the edge, I pulled out a shot the biggest load of my life, rope after rope of hot cum all over Helens upturned ass and pussy. I sat back on the bed exhausted still looking holding the gaze of the older sister. Then to my utter astonishment and to this day I can hardly believe it myself. She steps forward and pushed her face into her sisters cum covered used pussy and goes to town like a starving woman at a hog roast on a clean-up mission. She spends about ten minuets give her sister a full service and Helen cums for one last time thanks to her sister’s expert tongue skills. Jo turns to me, drops to her knees between my legs, takes my re-envigored cock in her mouth and suck every last drop of her sisters’ juices from it. She doesn’t finish me off, just stands up and walks out without saying a word.

Helen is still lying face down head still covered by her large skirt, exhausted from multiple orgasms, and I assume still unaware it was her sister who lapped her pussy to the final orgasm of the evening. I climb into the other bed in the room and fell quickly to sleep.

When I woke in the morning Helen was gone and replaced by my now snoring friend, dead to the world.

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I’d been babysitting for Gwen and Ron. They have twins, age five, and they’re a real handful at times. It’s no wonder that their parents need the occasional break. Accordingly, I came in and Gwen and Ron fled the scene with loud cries of joy, leaving me to wrestle with the little fiends.

I fed them and bathed them and did my best to run them ragged before tucking them into bed, whereupon they promptly fell asleep, leaving me to watch TV and mope until their parents returned home. I have to admit I was still moping when Gwen and Ron did return.

Gwen and I settled down in the kitchen for some coffee and a chat while Ron wandered off to play with the computer. Gwen told me about their night out and I tried to be enthusiastic and pleased for her but I was still feeling down. Gwen caught onto that fact pretty quickly and finally taxed me with it.

“You appear to have some sort of problem,” she suggested. “You look as though you lost a twenty and found a dime. Want to talk about it?”

As a matter of fact I did want to talk about it, but it wasn’t the sort of discussion I wanted to have with my mother or friends. Gwen on the other hand. . .

“Um, yes, kind of,” I admitted. “It’s about my boyfriend. . .”

My voice trailed off, not quite knowing what to say.

“Let me guess. He wants to have sex and you don’t?”

“Something like that,” I agreed. “He’s been leaning on me pretty heavily lately, wanting to take our relationship to the next level.”

“And you don’t want to?”

“Not exactly. It’s a little trickier than that.”

Gwen gave me a ‘tell me more’ look, waiting patiently to see if I wanted to. I chewed on my lip, trying to think how to phrase it.

“Ah, it’s not that I don’t want to. I think I’m ready to move our relationship along but. . . I’m scared,” I blurted out with a rush.

“You’re still a virgin?” asked Gwen, sounding slightly surprised.

“Um, no, and that’s part of the problem.”

“He expects you to be a virgin? A bit chauvinistic of him,” Gwen opined.

“No, it’s not that. I’m just scared of having sex with him.”

“Ahh. A nasty experience?”

I nodded miserably and explained.

“My last boyfriend seduced me, but I was willing to be seduced,” I told her. “The trouble is that the first time hurt me quite a bit.”

“That’s unfortunate, but that only occurs the first time. After that, things should be fine,” Gwen assured me.

“Should be, are the operative words. It seems that hurting me that first time really excited my boyfriend. Enough that he wanted to make sure he hurt me in subsequent encounters, and he did. After a few times I’d had enough and I dumped him but he didn’t want to be dumped. I had to take out a restraining order before he got the message.”

“There are,” Gwen stated very firmly, “some real assholes out there. You were unfortunate enough to run into one of them. But you do know that not everyone is like that?”

“I know, I know,” I said miserably. “Still, it’s left me rather nervous where sex is concerned. So it’s a case of I want to but I don’t want to because I’m scared.”

“I’m not sure what to say in this sort of situation,” admitted Gwen. “You really need to experience some sex that isn’t painful. Maybe that would relax you and you could look at your relationship with your current boyfriend from a different escort mecidiyeköy point of view.”

“It’s what they call a Catch-22 situation. I’m not willing to have sex because I’m scared of what the man might do, but I need the man to do it to show me I don’t need to be scared.”

Gwen smiled at that observation.

“Maybe you should hire a professional escort and order him to have sex with you. He’d have to please you if he wanted to get paid,” she said, in what I hoped was a tongue in cheek manner.

“Oh, yeah. I can just see me trolling through the internet trying to find a male escort.” I shuddered delicately.

We both laughed and then Ron came wandering back into the room.

“You ladies seem to be in a happy mood,” he said. “Discussing men and their short-comings, I assume?”

“Something like that,” admitted Gwen. “It’s a pity that they’re not all as nice and agreeable as you.”

Then she sat up straight, looked at Ron, and then looked at me.

“He is a very nice man,” she said softly. “Considerate and agreeable.”

I frowned a little, trying to understand what she was getting at. Surely she wasn’t suggesting that Ron. . . My mind officially boggled.

“Why not?” she asked me. “It will solve your little problem and give Ron a treat.”

“But, but,” was all I could say.

“Ah, am I missing something?” asked Ron.

“Tracy has this little problem and it’s just occurred to us that you can help her out,” said Gwen, a big cheesy grin on her face.

Occurred to us? What was with the ‘us’ bit? It hadn’t occurred to me. It still wasn’t registering with me.

“Glad to help if I can,” said Ron. He really is a nice man.

“Tracy?” asked Gwen.

“But, but,” I said helplessly.

“It’ll be good for you, a bonus for him, and an experience for me. Why not?”

“Ah. . .” Sometimes there just aren’t words to express what you want to say.

“Ok,” said Ron, “it’s now official. I have no idea what anyone is talking about.”

“It’s quite simple, sweetheart,” said Gwen dulcetly. “Tracy had a very bad sexual relationship with her old boyfriend. She feels she can’t move forward with her new boyfriend until she puts that behind her. To do this she needs to have some satisfying sex with a considerate lover. We thought that you’d be able to help out.”

We? What was with the we? This was all Gwen’s idea. My face was burning and my feet were itching to run. Ron, I noticed, was looking at me thoughtfully.

“It shouldn’t be too hard to find someone who’d be willing to help her out,” he said. “She’s a very lovely young woman. I know several young men who’d be delighted to teach her that sex can be fun.”

How sweet. Gwen’s implied suggestion had flown straight past him without stopping.

“She doesn’t know those several young men. She does know you,” Gwen pointed out.

That time it hit the target.

“Me? But, ah, um, that is. . .”

I was pleased to see that I wasn’t the only one lost for words.

“Yes, you. Have you some objection to helping poor Tracy?”

“Ah, well, no, I guess not, seeing you put it that way.”

“Good. Tracy, stand up and give me your hands.”

Puzzled I did so, leaning across the table. Gwen held onto my hands quite firmly.

“This is to help you relax and stop you panicking and running istanbul eskort away,” she told me calmly. “Ron, if you’d pull down her panties?”

Ron, it seemed, wasn’t adverse to pulling down my panties. He lifted my dress out of the way and lowered my panties, all the way to my ankles, my eyes opening wider and my eyebrows rising as they went.

“Oh, but, Gwen,” I managed to get out but she interrupted me.

“No. Don’t say anything. You can thank me later. Right now try to relax.”

Relax? She had to be kidding. Ron, her husband, that Ron, had pulled down my panties and was going to fuck me and I should be relaxed?

I found myself even less relaxed when his hand closed over me and he started rubbing. Not hard, but reasonably firmly, his hand pressing against my vulva, stoking back and forth along it. He wasn’t trying to move my lips apart and press between them, just stroking me the way I would a cat. You know how cats like a nice firm back rub? That’s what was happening.

It was a good thing that Gwen had a hold of my hands as if she didn’t I’d have panicked and bolted as soon as his hand closed over me. As it was I had time to have second thoughts, thoughts that said, hey, he’s not hurting you.

So I stood there, having my pussy rubbed, but I was still trembling slightly, a complete bundle of nerves. As Ron continued to rub me I remembered I’d used to like this sort of touching before it had all been spoiled for me. I still like it, I found, when I could be confident that there wasn’t going to be any pain coming. I started to relax.

Ron took his time, rubbing and stroking. I held my breath when a finger slipped between my lips but all he was doing was extending the reach of his petting. I found I was breathing harder, feeling hot and a little restless. And Ron kept on touching and rubbing and teasing.

When Ron parted my lips and slipped a couple of fingers inside me I barely blinked, but it turned out he was being sneaky. At some stage he’d dropped his trousers and when his fingers came sliding out of me they paused for a moment, holding my lips apart. Ron took advantage of this by leaning his erection against my parted lips, withdrawing his hands and letting my lips close around his cock.

I froze, terrified of what was about to happen. Then I was shocked to find out that what was about to happen was nothing. Ron just left his cock where it was, barely engaged with me, not advancing or withdrawing. I slowly relaxed again, getting used to the feel of him pressing lightly against me.

My breathing was still a little hard but it was also a little ragged, my nerves all on edge. I barely registered the fact that his cock was actually pressing against me, not just lying there. When something presses against a space it tends to move into that space, even if it is only slowly. When I did register the fact that his cock was pushing down my passage it was already halfway in.

That was as far as it was going, my nerves stated, and I could feel my passage contracting, all my muscles there clamping down with a ‘you shall not pass’ determination. Ron simply relaxed and waited. No trying to force his way. No telling me to ease up and to get with it. Just a simple acceptance and a patient waiting.

My hands had clamped rather tightly onto Gwen’s. I looked at her and she was watching taksim escort me, smiling gently. She gave me a wink as if to say, don’t worry, and I felt myself slowly relaxing again.

When I’d relaxed to a certain point I could feel Ron advancing once more. This time I was aware of it and it took a conscious effort not to try to stop him. I just held my breath, concentrating on the feel of him coming up my passage, moving easily.

Then he was all the way inside me and it felt good. I let out the breath I’d been holding, my nerves all a-tingle with excitement. I looked up at Gwen again and this time I was able to give a tentative smile to meet the one she had.

Ron’s hands were on my hips and I could feel him drawing slowly back, then he was pushing firmly back into me. Not hard, but firmly, knowing where he was going and just sliding into place. I was nicely aroused now, and that thrust set of little sparks inside me.

Again he did the same thing with one little difference. He was using the grip he had on my hips to encourage me to move towards him as he thrust in. A few more easy strokes like that and I found I was moving of my own accord, pushing back to meet him quite happily.

He set up a lovely rocking motion and I found I could take that and a whole lot more of it. Those little sparks were merging and little streaks of fire were running along my nerves, the heat pooling deep inside me. He kept on going and after a while a subtle change came over our coming together.

We were, I found, moving faster, Ron’s strokes coming in a lot harder, driving into me. When he’d phased from gentle seduction to driving need I wasn’t certain. For a while it had been one, now it was the other. The change had occurred without me noticing but I was responding to it.

Sex, I was finding, was absolutely marvellous when one didn’t have to worry about being hurt. I was able to just relax and go for it. Actually, I don’t suppose relaxed is the right description for what I was feeling. My nerves were all screwed tight and getting tighter, but in a nice way.

I could hear myself gasping and panting and making little sounds of approval and I didn’t care. All I wanted was for what Ron was doing to keep on happening. Everything else could wait. I bucked and squirmed and enjoyed the heat being generated, relishing the way it was spreading through me.

Then it was a case of, “Oh my god, of my god, oh my god,” as that spreading heat flared up, burning bright, sending me screaming into a shattering climax.

Ron had withdrawn and pulled his trousers up and someone had pulled my panties back up. I was feeling totally relaxed. There was, however, a nagging feeling that something wasn’t quite right.

I was sitting down and Gwen was giving me a cup of coffee.

“Feeling better about things now?” she asked.

I nodded. Maybe I could move my relationship with my boyfriend forward now. I was definitely feeling a lot happier sex-wise. Then the missing element clicked.

“Oh!” I said, looking at Ron. “You didn’t finish, did you. Ah, I’m sorry. I’m supposed to let you finish first, aren’t I?”

“Not necessarily,” he said, “and I took care not to finish. But don’t let it worry you. I’m sure that will be taken care of shortly.”

I heard a small sound from Gwen and glanced over at her. She was smirking. It suddenly registered on me just how Ron would arrange to finish and I blushed. Gwen and Ron were almost laughing at the look on my face.

I took my leave shortly after that. Nice people, Gwen and Ron. It’s not everyone who’d go out of their way to help a friend resolve a problem.

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It’s almost like a dream being here on the Island. Making it even more like a dream, he’s here beside me. To just be able to turn and see his tawny hair shining in the hot August sun, his bare chest bronzing easily in this sweltering heat, his hand lazily trailing along my thigh as we laid there, on the bow of his boat.

Thirty seven months, it’s been since we met by chance. Thirty seven months of the occasional stolen weekend. Thirty seven months of divorce battles waged both privately and publicly. Thirty seven months. Soon, our relationship will be going public in a whirl of paparazzi and white flashes.

This Island vacation was a surprise for me. He’d never mentioned buying the boat but it’s a beauty, sixty eight feet of luxury accommodations and a hidden staff of six.

The best part of him buying this boat? Getting the slip, two slips down the dock from The Dead Ex’s brother and his cronies. I could hear the muffled questions, the obnoxiousness in all their voices and I could only grin. The “high maintenance” in their voices, the slurs they sneered as they strutted sluttily down the dock all made me think happy thoughts.

Here I am, beside this incredible man, hearing them snottily traipse along, knowing when they see me, especially beside him, all hell’s going to break loose. I looked over at him, seeing his amber eyes sparkle with mischief, grinned.

“Are you planning on wearing this to dinner?” he asked sliding his finger along my shoulder string of my bikini.

“No, not unless you’d like me to.”

“That frothy slip thing you’ve got hanging by the door?”

“Yes.” I watched with a widening grin, as his eyes lit, as he shifted his body over me.

“I can’t wait to get you out of it.” He growled, kissing me soundly, pressing his hardness into me.

“Does that mean you’d like to skip dinner?” I asked, sliding my fingers into his thick hair.

“No. The reservations are for seven thirty. What I’d like, is to get you down in the cabin…”

“Hello?!!” We heard from the stern. I thought it may have been one of them. One of the crew met with whoever it was. Like the famously rich people did with unannounced intrusions.

He saw me grin when I recognized the voice. Laziness is the theme for this rendezvous and neither of us gave two shits about the plastic person at the dock whining. He led me to my feet and along the bow to the salon. Neither of us was expected to be here, which made our disguises even more realistic. Rich people on vacation amongst those who think they’re rich.

His gentle tug made me snicker, as we bypassed the crew person dealing with whiny wanna be. This whole really, really rich thing is still really new to me. He’s dealt with being famous for years. I’m still getting used to the idea if I want to go shopping for shoes, I can and nobody can tell me how many I can get. Money can change people in many ways, I’m learning.

He led me through the salon to the master cabin in the aft, nudging the door closed with his foot. Since we met up at the micro airport here on the Island last night, we’ve done little more than sleep, eat and fuck like raving maniacs. I mean, it has been three months since we’ve spent any time together.

His hands were making quick work of the cover up and bikini I’d had on, making them vanish. I couldn’t resist him, every touch, every kiss, was a major enthrallment spell on me. This wanting, this ache, kept growing, almost overwhelming me with this need for him.

His skin was still hot from the mid afternoon sun, as my lips cruised over his chest. Growls, soft moans filled our cabin as he took possession of me. His fingers drove me up, higher, and higher still. My fingers clutched at him as he shifted, slid inside me, completed us.

I watched as he took me, watched his eyes fire, blaze with need, with lust as he ferociously pounded into me. I caught a glimpse of mischief, knew he would do his best to make me scream as I came, knew he’d do it just for “them” to hear, and grinned as I tried to keep my mouth shut.

His mouth trailed from my ear, along my throat, leaving warm, moist kisses in a path. His hands kneaded, caressed, even spanked in his attempt to make me scream. Rolling around like a couple of horny teenagers landed us on the floor, laughing and still fucking.

It seemed no matter how I tried not to, a long loud moan rode the wind as he rode me to that heavenly blissfulness. With my head up against the nightstand, and his warm body curling around the rest of me, I floated, peaceful and satisfied.

I have no idea how long we were wedged there but a discreet knock woke us from our doze. He slid his ragged cut-offs up his long, well-muscled legs, setting them on his hips, and answered the knock. It was his steward, relaying whatever the whiny wannabe wanted, and informing us of the time.

I managed to shower and dress while he took care of this business of letting them know just who’s peace they were disturbing. Kian Mc Daniels esc şişli was no one to bother unnecessarily or because you think he should be your friend, because you’re “rich”. I heard his voice across the dock as I dressed in the silken frothy sheath he’d picked up for me. I was arranging my long, deep auburn hair into a messy, rumpled style when he returned.

“Wow, you were right about them. The one with the plastic boobs came on to me with her old man standing right there. And the short plump one obviously doesn’t think about much more than her next drink, or how to spend her husband’s money.” He said standing behind me as I did the spin for him.

I’d seen him turn into a wolf before, once, but this was instant. His arms yanked me close, his mouth took mine as he snuggled me into his body. “They knew me. And they were very curious about my ‘lady friend’. I think you’re going to enjoy this very much, my love.” I felt something slither down my chest and looked down to see an emerald and diamond pendant hanging above my breasts. “It goes with the ring.” He said softly, making my eyes fly to his.

He grinned, holding the open jeweler’s box. Inside was my dream ring, multiplied by ten. A five and a half karat, solitaire cut emerald from the Atocha, set in a stunning ring of diamonds, nestled there.

He slid it onto my finger, asking what he already knew the answer for. I said yes. He knew I’d say yes, especially since he had the ring especially made. I knew this was just the beginning of our evening’s festivities.

“Oh, I did let slip where we’ll be having dinner, and I think we’ll be having company, for a little while anyway.” I snuggled up against his bare chest, breathing him in, salt, sun, man. “And if I don’t grab a shower, we’ll be late.” He kissed me lightly and got busy.

I wandered up to the main salon, noticing the blinds half drawn, the lights down low. I grabbed a Coke from the fridge and watched the snobs scrabbling with each other. The Dead Ex’s brother, Stretch and whatever that was with him were making it difficult for everybody, as usual.

I had to think hard to find the last time any of these people had seen me. Over three years had passed since The Ex had OD’d and I think I’d run into Prissy somewhere around town about a month after.

I’d only seen Stretch once since then, about a year ago and to see him now, the booze and pills were taking him over. My time for caring what happened to him was long over with but, I could see how much he’d changed. Just as he, and his hoity toitey pals, would see how much I’d changed.

Like I said, money like this is still new to me. My first book got published just eight months before Gordon’s overdose, and sky rocketed to the top of the best seller list. Trying to remain anonymous was impossible, so my agent remade me, weight loss, new wardrobe, The Works.

Just before my second book came out, she sent me on my first book tour, which is where Kian and I met. I felt his arms slither around my waist, pulling me back from my thoughts.

“Y’alright?” he whispered in my ear, brushing light kisses along my throat. I nodded; leaning back into him, feeling him support me, empower me. He turned us toward the full length mirror at the back of the room. “Look…do you see?”

What I saw was something out of one of my stories. A pair of lovers, flushed in heat, in harmony, readying themselves, and their love, to take on the world. His hand trailed over my shoulder, down my breast, down my belly, capturing my left hand in his, enfolding the pendant in my hand, in his over my heart. I let him enfold me into him, loving the security, the sense of peace that being held like this gave.

“You still blow my mind, my bride to be.” I met his eyes again in the mirror, grinning ear to ear. “Are we ready for dinner, now?”

“Yes. One question though.”

“Yes?”

“Will I be dessert later?” I asked, licking my lips, thinking ahead. I watched his grin widen, darken as he pulled my ass tight to his rock hard cock. “We could just…”

“We could but…” I saw his steel, felt him determined. “I actually am hungry.” I laughed, feeling him turn me in his arms, trailing light fingertips down my back, as his mouth met mine. “C’mon, time for your premiere. Before anyone else tells you, you look amazing. Delectable.”

“C’mon hungry, not that I’d mind you eating me,” I said, earning me a snicker. “but you need fuel. And so do I.” I laughed, wriggling from his embrace, tugging him along, at first. On the aft deck, he opened the door to the swim platform and gently crossed me over to the dock, like I hadn’t spent time working the lines on boat deliveries. Mmm, kay, I guess chivalry isn’t completely dead.

I felt their eyes on me as soon as my heels hit the deck. Kian kept me to his left, his heart side he said, as we walked the gently moving dock. I knew they didn’t get that good of a look as we passed by, knew they’d be following us shortly. I smiled up at Kian when şişli esc we walked onto land and kissed him soundly.

“I think tonight will be interesting at least.”

“No doubt, my love.” He kissed me again and led me to his chariot for the evening. Well, not a chariot but a decked out carriage.

“Seriously?” I asked, laughing.

“Seriously. The ride into town isn’t the best part. That’s the ride home, with the stars overhead, and we’re snuggled under that fur.” He said, opening the door for me, holding his hand out for me.

“Wouldja look at that!” I heard from behind us, as I took his hand and stepped into the carriage. He climbed in beside me, nodding to the coachman/driver, and we clip clopped down the scenic road toward town.

He’d arranged for our ride in to be off the main road, our driver happily took us through the rambling neighborhood, pointing out the historic homes, adding a little history with a few spicy anecdotes thrown in, to make it interesting and enjoyable. I felt like an empress, cruising through the back streets on the way to an adventure of some sort.

I was basking and he knew it, felt it, saw it. From the way I gently ran my fingertips along his forearm, the way I smiled for him, to the pliant draping of my body over his lap. Basking and drowning, I think, can have a lot in common. One second, I was basking in the effervescence of new love and my lover’s attentions, the next I was drowning in my lover’s kiss, in him. I dimly heard our driver continuing his spiel.

“Easy, now,” Kian whispered, resting his forehead against mine. “…breathe. There’s my girl…” He made me smile. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. And, thank you, in advance.” I smiled, kissed him and snuggled under his chin. Our driver dropped us off at the top of the hill overlooking the tourist haven of town.

We wandered slowly, hand in hand, along the brick walkway toward the restaurant, like many other lovers had done. We entered the stately mansion cum restaurant just a few minutes early for our reservation.

The maitre’d greeted us warmly and led us to a table overlooking the Atlantic and the rising cliffs north of town. A slim candle in a small hurricane lamp greeted us with our waiter right behind. We ordered drinks while we figured out the menu, making each other snicker or giggle with our terrible translations.

We’d just had our appetizers delivered when we noticed the group being led in and seated near us. We exchanged a look and a smile. I was so glad he’d arranged most of this ahead of time and left little to chance.

We were sharing bits of this and that when I heard her voice call out to Kian. He looked over his shoulder, finding Keira Devereaux and Prissy Jackson waving from their table. Both, her husband Ben, and Harry Jackson had noticed me, slightly behind Kian, Stretch only caught a glimpse. Harry had a look on his face like he knew who I was but two and two equaled six at the moment and Stretch, well he recognized me, as soon as he got a better look, even being forty five pounds lighter and expertly made over.

Both Prissy and Keira impressed the room with their total lack of social graces. Begging, whining for Kian’s autograph, for Kian to join them, for another drink, for the waiter to hurry the fuck up with their food, sneering glares followed by hushed arguments. I laid my hand over Kian’s, instantly capturing his attention.

“I’m so sorry, love, but I did warn you.” I whispered in his ear. I felt his smile reach his cheek, felt his lips touch my bare shoulder. “It’s time for my move, isn’t it?”

“Yes, you did, but you weren’t even close to how awful they are. You were too nice. And yes, it’s time. Just remember this, I love watching you walk.” Again, he kissed me with a smile.

I took a deep breath and shifted, to rise from our table. On my feet, in these ridiculously high heels, I felt the silken sheath slither down to mid-thigh, felt Kian’s eyes on my ass as I walked slowly to the ladies room. Inside one of the stalls I locked myself in, I tried to keep my laughter under control, snickers and snorts were escaping though.

I knew as I’d crossed the room, Stretch’s eyes, along with Harry and Ben’s had been fixed on me, while the two wives had been glaring knives at me. I peed, got myself under control, wiped away the mascara from under my eyes, went out to the basin, and washed my hands. I figured at least one of them would’ve made a bee line just for a closer look.

As I patted the damp towel over my face the door opened, admitting Prissy. I nodded absently toward her as she went to a stall. She’d been one of Stretch’s loudest supporters after Gordon’s passing, deriding everything she could about me. When she’d met up with Keira, I thought the two of them would go and be busybodies together but they formed an alliance to “destroy” me.

I actually hadn’t given a shit, what with holing up in a spare room in a friend’s attic as I churned out story after story to şişli bayan escort finish book one. I’d only found out all this bullshit within the last six months. Though, for the last two years, their target had gone missing. I dawdled at the sink, wondering. I’d just laid my hand on the handle to open the door when she said my name.

“Dari.” I turned, faced her, and kept all emotion and expression off my face, like a modest and demure empress must.

I wondered just how big she was going to go with her boobs. I wondered what sinfully decadent dessert Kian would order for us. I wondered why people had to enhance their already beautiful selves with plastic and bullshit to make others like them. I wondered how many times Kian would make me come tonight.

“Yes, Prissy.”

“I didn’t believe Stretch when he said it was you.”

“He would know.”

“He’s lucky he knows his name.” She snorted. At this, I could say nothing. Stretch’s problems were just that, and nothing could help him. “So, how did you latch onto Kian Mc Daniels?”

“Haven’t a clue, honestly. Just luck I guess.” I ran my left hand through my hair, pulling a few wisps down, making the emerald sparkle.

I saw her eyes fixate on it, the matching pendant, knew envy was beating in that miniscule excuse for a heart she had, knew that as soon as she got back to her table all kinds of hell was going to break loose.

“I’ve got to get back. It was nice running into you.” I smiled as sweetly as I could, and left her there. Kian’s eyes and his smile were all I focused on as I walked across the room again, took my seat beside him, accepted his tender kiss when I settled in. “Hello, love. And now, we wait and we watch.”

“You’re enjoying this.” His eyes sparkled with humor.

“I wasn’t sure I would.” I said, sipping from the fresh Appletini before me. “And this is just the beginning.”

“It is. How far should we let them go?” Kian leaned over, offering me a bite of something chocolaty. I played it to the hilt, seductively, taking that bite and several more, off his fork, knowing they were watching us. We dawdled over the last crumbs and coffee, snuggling and whispering.

Kian took care of the bill, and rose to lead me from the room, just barely nudging Stretch’s chair. True to form, Stretch exploded, yelling, howling, and throwing stuff. He’d cocked a fist back to punch Kian, when Harry and Ben knocked him to the floor.

The maitre’d rushed over to us, profusely apologizing until Kian stuffed a bill in his shirt pocket and asked him to lead us out. From outside, we saw more wait staff rushing in.

“C’mon, let’s go for a walk until it’s time for our carriage ride home.” Kian murmured in my ear, tucking me under his arm, leading me down the hill. “That was quite the performance. Do you think there’ll be an encore later on at the boat?”

“Depends on a lot of things, too many things, maybe, maybe not. Either way, we’re prepared.”

“Any of them into damaging boats?”

“Not that I’m aware of. Don’t worry. Ben would probably fix whatever damage Stretch did free of charge anyway.”

“I think I need a tequila shot…or four.” Kian mumbled, pulling me tight against him. “And music to dance with you, my bride to be. Did I happen to mention just how incredible your legs are in those shoes?”

“Hmmm, no love, you didn’t.” I had to laugh. “And I think we can find that, groom to be.”

We walked down the red brick sidewalk, mingling incognito with the multitudes of tourists, just another pair of lovers who can’t keep their hands off each other, ambling along to find the perfect dive bar.

We chose it for the tiki torches, the dangling skull lights and the plastic chairs, as well as the music pumping out of the speakers, and the double shots of Patron. We drank. We danced. We enacted foreplay on the dance floor, at the bar for more shots.

At some point, somebody joined us, a friend of his from Nashville, just in for the night. We got him drunk and happy with us. Kian and Blaze closed that bar with an impromptu acapella concert. Another bar along the line took us in, singing and dancing, drinking. My head was spinning with too much tequila and all the dancing, so I rested it on Kian’s chest for a minute. I felt his arms slide tighter around me.

“Mmmm, my bride to be.” I heard him murmur against my ear. I opened my eyes, gazed up at him, seeing a halo of light around his head.

I felt him kiss me, felt myself open up to this kiss, felt my heart flying, felt him holding me like a precious gift.

“I think our carriage awaits, my empress. We should probably drop Blaze off on the way.” I nodded against his chin, as he led me outside. Just down the hill, our carriage sat, horses patiently waiting. Kian danced me down, in long swooping spins and slow slides down his body. “You’re really going to marry me.”

“I know.”

“How soon?” he asked, sliding me down him. Blaze clapped in appreciation of his dance moves.

“Now?” I answered, lost in his deep amber pools.

“Jake?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Is there a justice of the peace on this rock?” Kian asked, looking up at Jake, our driver, as he thought. “And if there is, will he marry us right now?”

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Diego lands kisses on my skin, one on my lips, then down my cheek to my neck, to my shoulder and then down to my breast.

This is a nice dream, I think moments before I wake up.

I roll over and meet a warm hard chest. I hear a manly chuckle, one that belongs to Diego. Hm. I must still be dreaming.

“Wake up, Taressa.” He says softly.

I shake my head no. “You’ll be gone. I miss you too much to wake up from this dream.”

“You’re already awake, sweetie.” He whispers near my ear.

After I process what he says and what that means, my eyes shoot open. Sure enough, he’s still there.

“But… How?… You’re… Oh… You’re here!” That’s as much as I get out before the tears start streaming down my face.

Diego pulls me into his arms, right against his warm chest. I feel his heartbeat against my cheek through the cotton of his shirt.

“Why are you crying, Taressa?” He says while he rubs my back soothingly and I can hear the smile in his voice.

“I..mi..missed you…so..much!” I get out between sniffles.

With a finger under my chin, he lifts my head up to look at him.

“I’m here now and I promise not to leave again. I missed you way too much.” He says softly, looking into my eyes.

I just nod and continue to look at him. He’s here. He’s really here.

Remembering what he said, I ask, “What did you miss?”

He smiles and says, “I missed waking up every morning and watching you sleep and seeing the morning sun dance across your skin and I missed kissing you randomly throughout the day and I missed hearing your giggle and seeing your smile. I missed hearing your “I love you’s” and saying it back and seeing your smile touch your eyes.” I see his eyes darken a little before he continues, “I miss making love to you. I miss hearing you moan my name, dragging your nails across my skin, your legs wrapped around my waist and your pussy wrapped around my cock.”

When he finishes, I’m at a loss for words. I clench my thighs against the wetness that has pooled there.

I bite my lip and turn around so I’m facing away from him.

“What are you-“

He doesn’t finish his sentence because at that moment, I decide to nestle my ass back into his crotch. I can feel his jean-clad boner pressing into my ass. I smile contently and shake my hips a little bit. I hear him make a sound that sounds like a growl and the next thing I know, I’m on my back and he’s leaning over me, his eyes dark with desire.

“Tease me, will you?” He says with a smirk.

I giggle and he looks down at me with a look full of love.

“What?” I ask.

“You’re beautiful when you laugh. I missed you so much.” He says softly.

“Kiss me.”

“Oh. I plan to.” He says huskily.

“Diego. Now.” I demand.

He chuckles as he leans escort bayan şişli down and kisses my forehead, both of my eyelids, both my cheeks. I’m about to tell him to kiss my lips when he kisses the corner of my mouth.

He looks down at me with a taunting look in his eyes.

Let the games begin, I think to myself before pushing him off of me and getting up and straddling him before he has a chance to move.

I push his white t-shirt up to his chest and he sits up and helps me take it off. He lays back down and I take a moment to just look at him. I run my fingers over his tanned chest and down to his taut abs and over his belly button and let my fingers follow his happy trail. I lean down and brush my lips lightly against his. He immediately responds, his tongue sliding across my lower lip, his hand cupping my cheek. We kiss deeply and I grind my hips down on his. He groans against my lips and I move and kiss all across his jaw and down his neck, gently nipping with my teeth before soothing it with a swipe of my tongue. I make my way across his shoulder and down his chest, down his stomach to the waistband of his jeans. I look up at him and see his clenched jaw and his almost black eyes locked on mine.

“Touch me.” He demands.

“Oh. I plan to,” I say, using his words.

He reaches up and, taking my hand, places it over the bulge in his pants. “Now,” He almost growls the word.

I smile at his inpatients and unzip the zipper on his pants ever-so-slowly. He moves his hand away and watches my hands. After unbuttoning his jeans, he lifts his hips off the bed and I pull his pants off and toss them somewhere to the side. I leave his boxers on and, using the the tip of my index finger, trace the outline of his erection through the thin cloth.

After a quick look up, I see he is perfectly distracted. I choose that moment to spring up and race out of the room, a playful smile on my face as I call to him over my shoulder, “Catch me of you can!”

I hear the bed creak as he springs up, but without my feminine grace, ends up falling on the floor. I almost risk going back and seeing if he’s okay, but I change my mind and run faster when I hear his footfalls behind me. I squeal with the joy of being chased.

“I’ll take you where I catch you.” He calls to me.

I sure hope so!, I think. I look back, seeing how far behind me he is. I squeal when he’s right behind me and turn to look forward again right as I run… head first into a wall. I fall onto my ass on the carpet and, hand on my poor aching head, just lay back and wait for him to get to me. It doesn’t take long before I’m pulled into his lap, being asked if I’m okay. Eyes closed, I nod. He kisses my forehead and whispers, “We’ll just have to find something to get your mind off of it.”

I eskort şişli open my eyes and look at him questioningly.

He lays me on the carpet and moves to kneel between my spread legs. Before I know it, he’s kissing me and pulling my shirt up. He stops kissing me just long enough to pull my shirt up and over my head. Again, his lips are on mine and his hands are working on the clasp on the front of my bra. Once he gets it off, he kisses and nibbles his way across my jaw and down my shoulder to my breast. He circles his tongue around one of my nipples while rolling the other between his fingers.

After making both nipples red and hard as pebbles, he kisses his way down my rib cage to my stomach and down lower to the waist band of my pink sweats. He slides my them off of my hips, along with my black boy-shorts. Once I’m completely naked, he looks much happier. He leans in and kisses my hip and then down further.

“Spread your legs,” He whispers.

I comply and am rewarded with the feel of his thumb sliding against my clit. I bite my lip and he rubs his thumb in small circles on the sensitive spot. I lift my hips to him and he smiles wide.

“Something you want?” He says with a knowing smile.

“Your mouth.”

“Where?” He asks, rubbing my clit harder.

“My pussy. Please Diego,” I try not to beg.

He doesn’t hesitate. He leans down and suckles my clit into his mouth, making me cry out.

At the same time, he slides a finger into my tight channel. He slides it in and out of my vagina, a promise of what’s to come. He continues the suckling of my clit and the thrust of his finger, increasing speed and suction every so often until my inner muscles clamp down on his finger and I cry out as I orgasm. He cleans me up and kisses his way back up my body to my mouth. I can taste myself on his tongue. I pull my knees up and cradle him there. He presses his hips into mine. I frown when I feel his boxers against me instead of skin. I reach down and push his boxers off of his hips. He does the rest. Finally, he presses against me again and I smile when I feel his hot skin against mine. He looks down at me while he takes himself in hand and rubs the head of his dick against my clit. I moan quietly, my clit still sensitive from my orgasm.

I lift my hips in a silent invitation and he accepts and begins pressing into me. He slides in easily but he’s big and it’s been almost two years since the last time we’d been together. I’m not used to the feel of being filled.

“Relax, Taressa.” He whispers.

I close my eyes and try to do just that.

Finally, my inner muscles relax and he slides all of the way in. He leans down and rests his forehead against mine, neither of us moving.

“God you’re so tight.” He says.

“I would hope so. escort sisli I haven’t had sex since you left.” I close my eyes, remembering that sad night, that hard goodbye.

“Hey,” He says, cupping my face with both of his hands. “I’m here now. I won’t leave you ever again.”

“Promise?” I ask.

“Swear.” He kisses me gently before looking at me with a very male smile on his face.

“What?” I ask.

“You really haven’t had sex since that night?”

“No. I haven’t. Why? Have you?” I ask, not sure I want to know the answer.

“Of course not. You’re the only one I want.” He says solemnly.

I clench my inner muscles around him and tell him, “Prove it.”

With a wicked smile on his face, he does just that. For all of the night and well into the next day.

When I finally wake up, it’s on the bathroom floor, with Diego’s arm wrapped around my waist, holding me possessively against his chest. I would love to lay here with him and just go back to sleep, but my bladder has a different idea in mind.

After four attempts of me getting a few inches away and him unconsciously pulling me back to him, I finally manage to escape.

I walk across the huge bathroom to the toilet and look at it, then back at Diego. He looks like he’s totally out, but I don’t want to risk it. I walk out of the bathroom and down the stairs, to the downstairs bathroom.

I’m washing my hands when I see Diego’s reflection in the mirror.

“Still?” He asks.

“I can’t help it!” I dry my hands and turn to look at him. He’s leaning against the door jam, naked and laughing.. At me.

I scowl at him and he says, “We’ve known each other for years and you still won’t pee around me.”

“I’m just weird.” I say, throwing my hands up.

“And sexy,” He says, his gaze wandering slowly over my body and I remember that I’m still naked.

“Ooh no you don’t,” I say before I reach over and pull my robe off of a hook on the wall and put it on.

He pouts and, rolling my eyes, I tell him, “I’m hungry.”

He walks across the bathroom and slips his hand inside my robe and caresses my mound. “I could use a snack.” He chuckles.

I brush his hand away before he is able to find out just how much I would enjoy that.

I walk past him, out of the bathroom and down the hall to the kitchen.

While I’m reaching up into a cupboard for cereal, I feel Diego untying my robe.

I put my hand over his, stopping him.

“Let me eat first. You should have something, too.”

He whispers near my ear, “I’ll have whatever you’re having. And please take it off,” he tugs on my robe, “I’ve missed you and I don’t want to look at a robe when I could look at your naked body instead. I’ll be good. I promise.”

And with that, I let him pull the cloth over my shoulders and down my arms.

While we eat, he tells me about his adventures in Germany. Some of the stories are so funny, I start laughing and can’t stop.

I’ve missed being with him. Talking with him and laughing about the stupidest things.

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I walked into the kitchen with the post to find Bee carefully spooning honey from the jar onto a slice of toast. The honey was runny and when it landed on the toast began to spread out lazily. I could not help but let my mind wander. I could see that honey running somewhere else and my tongue following it obediently. It did not help that Bee was wearing a thin pale yellow vest top through which her nipples were clearly visible. Nor did it help that she licked her lips and winked at me as soon as she saw my gaze rest on the honey and then her chest.

“Any post for me?” she broke into my daydreams.

“Yeah, a letter,” I replied, handing her a yellow envelope addressed with careful handwriting in black biro.

“Ooooh,” she exclaimed and then set the envelope aside to concentrate on her toast. I watched her eat, honey running down her chin and thought about how her pussy was full of my come.

Although it was ten o’clock on a Saturday morning Bee had been up and about, buzzing around for a couple of hours already. She had been cleaning, tidying, organising the fridge, sorting through lists of books and doing other little tasks. All that time I had laid lazily in her bed, watching the way she moved. She did all of this with my semen inside her, the result of an early morning session which had taken me by surprise and was going to have my mind fixed on fucking for the rest of the day.

“I might go and grab a newspaper,” I told her.

“Okey doke. I think I’ll go in the shower, get myself cleaned up,” she winked again as she finished off the last mouthful of toast. I was then hypnotised as she put her finger in her mouth and then dragged her lips seductively down to the knuckle, cleaning it of honey.

I was left dreaming as she got up from her chair and made her way to the bathroom and as she walked down the corridor I could not take my eyes away from her bum as she walked off, every sway of her hips a reminder of how much I wanted her.

It had only been a few hours since I had her, I reminded myself as I pulled my coat on over my pyjamas and made my way down to the newsagents in my bare feet. As I walked I thought about the way she had taken me off guard that morning, stroking me hard as I awoke and then, before I knew it, straddling my naked body and sliding her soaking wet cunt down on to me. She must have been masturbating for a good while before I awoke escort bayan ataköy because she slid down on me so easily and began to ravenously fuck me, every thrust of her hips heavenly and her juices running down my cock and over my balls. I had erupted up inside her soon after, unable to stop myself in the face of such a rampant seeing-to.

I picked up the paper and made my way back up to the flat but was distracted by bumping into a friend on the way back and stopped for a chat so I had probably been out for about quarter of an hour by the time I got back to the flat. I knocked on Bee’s door and heard her tell me to come in and for a moment I was worried as she sounded to be in some distress.

When I opened the door I discovered it was not distress, though she did look quite out of breath. I was treated to the sight of Bee spreadeagled on her bed, her towel discarded, her hair wet, a little glass dildo being repeatedly pumped into her pink pussy. The dildo slid in easily, eliciting a grunt of pleasure and then slid out, soaked in her wetness the same way my cock had done hours earlier. She looked up at me and smiled and a bulge began to grow in my trousers.

Her body still glistened with shower water but Bee was clearly oblivious to the fact, concentrating hard on the object that she was thrusting in and out of her fuck hole and the finger she was using to flick her swollen clit. She had slowed down somewhat when I entered the room, seeming keen to hold off her orgasm to give me a chance to pleasure her.

I began to pull my trousers down to liberate my stiff cock but pulled them back up when another idea struck me and I hurried out of the room, returning twenty seconds later with a jar of runny honey. Bee gasped as she saw what I was holding and began fucking herself harder whilst I got rid of my clothes in record time.

I clambered on to the bed and enjoyed watching the pleasure rip through Bee from close up. Every inch of her body was gorgeous and every inch was focussed on the bolts of ecstasy coming from between her legs. This wonderful sight had left my penis rock hard and I could not resist bringing my hand to it and giving it a couple of quick strokes.

“Mmm… what are you going to do with that?” It took me a couple of seconds to realise that Bee was referring to the jar of honey in my hand and I reluctantly pulled my other hand bayrampasa escort away from my pulsing cock.

“Wait and see,” I toyed with her, unscrewing the lid from the jar.

I coated my middle finger in honey and brought it down to Bee’s lips, drips of honey falling on to her face. She took my finger enthusiastically between her lips and began to suck the honey from it, causing a sensation that made my cock stiffen further. It clearly turned her on too as she began to shove the dildo into herself harder and faster.

I drizzled more honey down Bee’s neck and between her breasts and followed it quickly with my mouth, kissing and licking away the tasty trail as Bee sighed in ecstasy at the feeling of my lips on her skin and the hard kisses I was administering. The honey was leaving a sticky mess all the way down her body and I told her that she would need another shower after this.

“You just keep thinking about that, think about me getting all soaped up again,” she told me.

“I’m thinking about honey,” I replied, though I was also thinking about her showering.

I dumped a finger full of honey on her nipple and quickly licked around it so that the honey would not run down her breast, like you would a fast-melting ice-cream. Next I sank my mouth down around her nipple and took as much of her boob into my mouth as I could and then used my tongue to stimulate her hard nipple. This removed most of the honey but there was still some stickiness so I used my teeth to finish the job, scraping them across the areola and then nibbling at the hard pink point. It was no coincidence that I could feel Bee’s dildo work speeding up.

I looked down her body and licked my lips as I saw how utterly drenched her pussy lips were, how swollen her clit looked and how coated in her juices her dildo was.

“Let me take that,” I said and lightly putting my hand over hers I took control of the dildo. She whimpered as I pushed the dildo back into her pussy but that soon stopped when I brought my mouth down on hers and started kissing her, a long, honeyed kiss into which she moaned.

But there was somewhere else that my mouth was required.

I pulled the dildo all the way out and Bee gasped, desperate for me to continue. She begged me not to stop but both of my hands were required to coat my fingers in honey and then spread it along the soaked escort bayan avcılar lips of her pussy. I paused for a moment and then dived down on the tasty treat, clearing the honey in long licks along her slit that made Bee cry out in pleasure. I began to flick her clit with my tongue and this caused a similar reaction as I reached top speed.

Bee was by now writhing around under me but she retained enough control to bring her hands down onto my head and push me further down so that I was deep in her crotch and the entrance to her cunt was level with my tongue. Her willing slave, I did not complain but merely pushed my tongue in and began to devour her. Drops of honey sweetened her rich taste as I enthusiastically ate her out, becoming less and less aware of any noises that Bee was making as she wrapped her legs around my head.

Eventually I pulled my face away from her pussy, her juices dripping down my chin, and gratefully took several large lungfuls of air. Bee lay helpless on the bed, sweating, shaking and making tiny moans that let me know that I needed to finish her off.

I reached down and gave my erection a few quick strokes but I knew that I would need to bring Bee to orgasm with a different instrument. I picked up the dildo.

“Want me to fuck you with this again?”

“Yes,” she panted.

“Want me to use my mouth on you again?”

“Yes, lick my pussy.”

“Want me to make you come?”

“Just… please,” it was too many questions for Bee and I stopped teasing her and dived back down between her legs.

The dildo slid easily into her well lubricated hole and my tongue settled on her clit and I began gently, yet swiftly, flicking it. I could feel her orgasm building as I established a rhythm with both the dildo and my tongue but I could also feel my cock throbbing between my legs and knew that the slightest contact would have sent me spiralling over the edge. I concentrated instead on getting dizzily high on the smell of Bee’s pussy as I tried to quicken the strokes of the dildo and the flicking of my tongue.

Bee’s moans were getting louder and faster and I knew that she was getting close. Changing tack I began to pull the dildo all the way out of her hole and force it back through the tightening entrance with each thrust. This seemed to do the trick as suddenly the moans stopped and as I continued to lap away at her I could tell that she was silently coming.

I pushed the dildo into her hole and only moved it gently back and forth but continued to lick her as she enjoyed the aftershocks.

Eventually I climbed up the bed and lay my head on her honeyed chest. We would both be needing a shower now.

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Becca V’s pussy was now aching so much she could almost cry. By now, were she alone or somewhere convenient, she would have to be masturbating to bring herself off, or having it done for her. She had not experienced this level of sexual tension/pleasure before. In fact, she had pretty much been on the point of orgasm since taking off her panties; such was the effect this man had on her.

As she heard Connor moving around, taking pictures of her bum, her fanny, her body tied in this compromising position; she could barely contain that orgasm. She closed her eyes and thought about the scene like a third party watching and witnessing the violation of an unknown woman. Her thoughts caused a further flow of juices and another trickle of her vaginal lubrication ran across her swollen labia and down the chalky whiteness of her thigh.

Connor was now filming her most intimate of parts in close-up. He witnessed Becca V’s vaginal contraction as if beckoning to him and inviting him to enter. He looked closely at the beautiful folds of Becca V’s moist lips covered with soft downy pubic hair, as black as the hair on her head. The lips swollen in their arousal could barely contain the erect clitoris forcing its way out of its hood, demanding to be caressed, wanting and needing attention. He had taken enough footage for now, but left the video running as he placed his phone strategically to bear independent witness to the scene before it.

He now needed to feel Becca beneath him, to touch her and taste her juicy cleft. Without further thought, he removed his shoes, socks, trousers and boxers; standing behind her in just his shirt and tie. Before him eight and half inches of throbbing cock, red, angry and as hard as granite bounced in eagerness at the thought of plunging into the tight hole before it.

But still Connor took his time. He knelt on the floor between her widely parted legs and ran a gossamer finger up her left leg, from her calf to the back of her knee, from her knee across the back of her thigh. The feel of the silk material causing goose bumps to arise on his body as well as on Becca’s. He thrilled at the touch; his personal fetish was to have all of his women wearing stockings, something he now knew with Becca, he would not need escort şişli to work at.

He paused to study the elasticated stocking top, its black filigreed lace intricately patterned with little hearts and flowers. Then he ran his finger over her left bum cheek, stopping at the valley to press gently on her anus, watching as it puckered in response to his touch. Changing hands he ran his finger back down her right leg.

Becca V shook as she felt his delicate touch. It was so soft that at first she wasn’t even sure that he was touching her. But as he passed her knee, the tremors in her body became uncontrollable. The goose bumps on her body made her shiver; her nipples almost throbbed in their erection. She could feel his hot breath upon her inner thighs and the thought that she was finally being touched by the man in most of her fantasies was simply intoxicating. As Connor’s finger probed her anus, her resolve to hold on collapsed. Gasping she said “OOhh Connor. Ohhhmmmm.” Her body arched as she pushed her pussy towards him, hoping that something solid and hard would contact her clitoris; then she climaxed.

Her body shaking vigorously against her bonds as the orgasm raced through every sinew. As she panted above him in the beginnings of her release, Connor took no prisoners and plunged his tongue between her hot lips and straight into her vaginal tunnel. Becca V screamed her pleasure at him. “YESS, oohh yess. OH MY GOD. Ummm that’s good, ughhh oh…please…ohhhHHHH! I’m coming again, I’M COMING, oh…right there, yes right there, lick me, bite me please, OH CONNOR. OH GET YOUR COCK IN ME, I BEG YOU!”

The scent of her sex was a narcotic to him. It filled his nostrils and his very being. He could think of nothing else but pleasing this beautiful woman before him. As he pushed hard forward with his tongue, he probed for and easily found her erect clit. He ran the tip of his tongue over and around Becca V’s pleasure centre making sure that her orgasm was unrelenting; as she continued to buck against the ties. She gasped and panted, “Connor, OH CONNOR. God fuck me, please, I need you in me…now!”

He drank upon her juices as they copiously flowed from Becca V’s pussy. Grasping her about the hips he forced his long almost besiktas escort prehensile tongue into her hole, slipping it in and out simulating a fucking motion. Becca V’s legs continued to shake violently as the peak of her orgasm subsided. She had not been with a man for six long months; that coupled with the fact that the man she was now being violated by was Connor, resulted in her complete undoing.

Her breaths were ragged and rasping her chest heaved frantically as Connor abused her with his tongue. He pushed deeply into her until his lips met hers. Then he ran his tongue around her vaginal wall. His name for her was apt he thought, Miss V, the V he now knew stood for VAGINA, Becca’s vagina one of the prettiest and tastiest it had been his good fortune to come across, he chuckled at his pun. Pulling out his tongue; his face covered with her lubrication he lightly dipped the tip into her anus. He felt the sphincter close around it as he gently plunged two long fingers between her eagerly waiting pussy lips; simultaneously pushing his tongue into her anus further.

Becca V cried out again, sobbing in her delight. “Connor,” she begged again, “pleaseee, PLEASE FUCK ME! I need to feel your cock in me please…”

He needed no second urging and stood; his eight and a half inch lance bobbing before him, pointing directly at Becca V’s cunt. He reached forwards and gently took hold of her silken white hips moving until the swollen glossy glans of his cock, already leaking pre-come, contacted Becca V’s swollen fanny lips. At the contact she trembled and gasped. She tried to push herself onto his weapon, but being so ably trussed, she could not. “OOohhhh Connor, push him in me, push him in, please.” She screamed again. “Make me come, abuse me.”

Connor inched forwards; the polished head of his throbbing, pulsing cock slipped easily between Becca’s eagerly awaiting hot, moist pussy lips. As the huge shaft head was engulfed within her, Becca’s vaginal walls contracted around it, as if unwilling to ever let it go. Inch by pleasurable inch Connor slowly fed into her, violating that most precious of feminine jewels. His cock throbbed as her cunt’s rhythmic waves began to seduce the come from him.

Connor realised escort taksim he was gritting his teeth in the sheer effort of holding on. He was desperate not to come too quickly. But Becca V and her vagina had other ideas; as her muscles worked the length of his shaft inside her. His cock began throbbing violently as his climax passed the point of no return and at the third such bounce, Becca arched her back in spasm as her third or possibly fourth orgasm hit her, this was new to Becca V.

She did not think of herself as experienced, but neither was she virginal; this however was a new phase in her love making; a new experience. She had never before been blessed with multiple orgasms, but smiled as she now counted herself as belonging to that exclusive club of very luck women. Her hands gripped the bars of the vault as Connor’s last inch of throbbing hard flesh, impaled her; stretching wide her labia and causing more lubrication to drip to the floor.

Becca could not remember ever being this wet with other men or even for herself for that matter. As Connor pulled his erection from her gripping cunt, then proceeded to ram it into her again, she collapsed back down onto the table. Every muscle trembled; every nerve ending sent its high powered signal to her brain; which was already in a state of synaptic overload at the pleasure receptors.

As Connor shafted into her again and again, she cried out at him, “OHHH ummmm FUCK yes, that feels good; he feels good inside me. Ohh I want to see him, ummmm huh, huh, huh, huh, no I need to feel you come inside me, OH MY GOD I want both Connor”. She sounded almost distraught that he hadn’t got two of his cocks, one to pleasure her from behind, and the other for her to suck on. “Oh, Oh”, she panted, her words becoming intelligible. Connor lay across her back pumping his weapon into her like a rutting animal.

He ran his hands across her bum and down her hips onto the stocking tops on each leg; the feel of the nylon exciting him even more. He ran his arm around under her stomach, whilst the other sought out and found her clitoris and roughly pushed upon this nub of her sex. With her fourth orgasm nearly at ebb, it suddenly appeared to erupt into greater force, or perhaps this was a completely new one, she had no way of knowing or really caring as she was completely lost to the whiles of this man’s fucking ministrations and gorgeously large cock. “OH MY GOD,…OH MY GOD”, she panted, “what the fuck are you doing to me? Ummm ohhhh that is sooooo gooood!”

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