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Cute

We’re both feeling a bit of nerves and anticipation as we meet for coffee and a bite to eat at that café by the water. You know the one. The breeze off the water is cool, but the sun feels warm. I try to stay calm as I see you in person for the first time. I notice that you’ve left an extra button undone on your crisp white blouse and smile to myself. We sit at our table and chat over the meal to get to know one another a little bit better and you relax a bit as you realize there’s a real, warm, person across the table from you. I’m enjoying talking with the beautiful, intelligent, funny, kind and caring woman across the table from me.

The waiter brings the check and we realize that we’ve been at the table for way too long, but neither of us really want the afternoon to end. You take a leap of faith and suggest we continue the conversation elsewhere. We plan to meet at the parking lot just down the street so that I can follow you. I can’t help but savor the sight of you walking away in a tight skirt, stockings and heels.

We walk through the door as you tell me over your shoulder not to expect too much about the state of the place as you’ve been busy. Just as you do, you trip over the shoes you’ve forgotten just inside the door and tumble into me as I catch you in my arms.

You look up at me, blushing with embarrassment, but the only thing I can think to do is to lean over and kiss you. You wrap your arms around me and lean your body into mine while we continue the kiss, but with more passion than before. I run my hands up and down your back as we kiss, reaching down to cup your ass in my hands to draw you to me. Our tongues dance and I can feel your body reacting to mine as your nipples harden and press into my chest. You can feel my growing arousal between us, too.

I reluctantly release my grip on your ass to tug gently at the bottom of your shirt, and we both pull away, breathless. We lock eyes and you unbutton the next few buttons on your shirt, your stomach flattens as you stretch to remove it pulling it over your head. My heart catches in my throat. You shake your hair out over your shoulders – you are beautiful and you know it.

I reach for you to unzip your skirt and then pull to help you shimmy out of it. I then stop to kick off my shoes and pull my shirt over my head. I start to ask you what you enjoy, but you say nothing. The smirk you are wearing says volumes. You lean in for a quick kiss and then start walking down the hallway. How can I help but follow?

The bedroom door creaks open and my eyes adjust to the light as we come through and head to the edge of the unmade bed with different sets of bras and panties draped over the bottom – were you deciding which ones you thought looked best before meeting me? You look up at me through lowered eyelashes in silent acknowledgement of what I see. You tell me that you’ve been thinking about today since we first set up our meeting. I agree and tell you that I’ve been looking forward to this since we first talked. You tug at my belt and I stop to shed the rest of my clothes. As I stand, I reach for your bra and fumble a bit as it finally dawns on me that it has a front closure. You smile at me silently and slightly roll your eyes as you let me recover from my mistake.

I unclasp the front of the bra, pushing the cups open and releasing your breasts, pushing the straps down over your shoulders as you let it slither down your arms to the floor. We embrace again and kiss with increasing heat as our hands roam each other’s bodies. I reach up between us to gently squeeze your breast and rub your nipple with my thumb.

“Not so fast, mister.” You push me backwards onto the bed and my cock stands at attention. I like the confidence – it’s sexy. You grasp the base of it while you lean over. Your breasts dangle tantalizingly, just out of reach as your hair tickles my thighs slightly and I can feel your hot breath on the tip of my cock as you squeeze and dip your tongue in to extract the clear drop that appears, a sticky trail appearing between my cock and your tongue as you pull away. You look me in the eyes and then lower your mouth to swirl your tongue around the head and then lick down the sides before taking me into your mouth. The ripple of your cheeks on my glans is heavenly. The groan that elicits from me tells you that you’re getting the desired reaction from me as you begin sucking on me.

I reach for you, pulling you by the inside of the thigh, feeling the lace at the top of your stockings and the smooth skin where they meet. You react to my grasp and swing your body to be near my side. I sit up slightly and pull at the top of your panties, managing to get them to mid-thigh. As I do that, the aroma of your sex fills the room as I slide my hand back up the inside of your thigh to your pussy, finding that you are bahis siteleri wet. I run my fingers through your slippery foldss as you continue to work your own magic on me. I wet two fingers and then put them up inside you, rubbing up against that sensitive spot in you, while my thumb makes insistent circles on your clit. We’re each focused on the pleasure we’re giving each other. Finally, you can’t take the distraction of what you’re feeling between your legs and you reach down to pull me away from the heat between your legs, so that you can focus on what you’re doing to me.

As you work on my with your hands and your mouth, I can no longer hide the reaction they are having on me. My hands are laced in your hair and my breath is coming in short gasps. I can feel your lips move on me – perhaps the curl of a smile around my cock as you see what you do to me?

I tell you that I’m about to come and you lock your lips on my shaft as I lose control, stars appearing behind my eyes and a groan emanating from me as my cock pulses in your mouth, filling it. You finally pull up at the last, come trickling down your hand grasped around me as you smile to yourself. Yeah, you should be pleased with yourself for that.

Finally coming to my senses, it is time for me to be in control of you. As you stand, I reach for your waist and suddenly pull you down to the bed. You fall across my body with a surprised squeak and I roll us over on the bed with you beneath me. I proceed to tell you what I’d like to do to you. You nod silently in reply.

I begin kissing and caressing my way down your body, with a quick nibble at your earlobe, a kiss on your neck, and a lick across your collarbone. I stop to give your breasts and nipples the attention they deserve. Do you like them pinched? Sucked? Nibbled? Gentle squeezing? Talk to me and tell me what you want, I’ll make your wishes come true. Great sex is always about communication. I follow with a trail of kisses down your stomach stopping to tease you by licking your belly button and nipping at your stomach, while my hands roam your body, touching and stimulating you. Finally, I have to stop – I unbuckle and toss your heels to the floor while savoring the smoothness of your stocking-clad legs. I then reach to finish removing your panties as you watch me and slide your knees up to help.

Kneeling beside you on the bed by you, I see you spread out before me, like a feast for a starving man. I move over between your legs and nudge your thighs apart with my shoulders as I slide between them. You drape a stocking-clad leg over my shoulder caressing my back with your calf as I lean in between your legs to begin to pleasure you. The smell of you is intoxicating as I can’t resist leaning in close to lick along your lips and up to your clit. You give a small involuntary jump as I reach this sensitive spot. I stop to tease you with kisses and small nips on the inside of your thighs, and then move in to lick you again and then back to teasing you. I sit back and blow gently across your sex and you shiver slightly at the feeling. You reach down and run your hands through my hair, trying to pull me down.

Beginning to give you what you want in earnest, I lean up on one elbow and insert two fingers inside you and lean down to take you in my mouth, licking, sucking, nibbling and teasing you. You nudge my head to one side so that I’m working one side of your clit – Is that the side you rub when you’re alone and feeling horny? I reach up with my free hand and caress your breast and worry your nipple with my thumb as I feel it harden under my touch. The swell of your breast feels wonderful in my hand and you take a hand to hold my hand to your chest.

If anything, you seem to be getting even hotter and wetter as I savor the flavor of you in my mouth as I lick and suck on your lips and clit. I can hear you reacting to what I’m doing to your body in the same way I couldn’t hide what you were doing to me. I look up to see that your eyes are closed and your nostrils flared. Your chest is starting to flush with color. The panting and cries spur me on. You finally take both hands again and try to pull me down to you, hard. I take my fingers inside you and start to press up against the inside of you as my tongue goes into overdrive on your clit, taking you over the edge. You arch your back and cry out as your orgasm hits you, your legs pulling up over my shoulders as I continue to lick you hard. Finally, you have to push me away as your orgasm passes – your body is too sensitive to touch. I sit back to watch your body pulse gently before my eyes.

Finally, I move up the bed to hold you close as you lean in and put your head on my chest, draping an arm and a leg across me. We lie there for a while in languid silence just enjoying the feel of each other’s body, skin-on-skin. canlı bahis siteleri We slowly use our hands to explore each other’s curves and edges as we lie tangled up together – the touch and sensations that we’re both enjoying. Your hand moves lower, grasping me and you realize that I’m hard for you again. You whisper in my ear, “I’m safe, are you?” I tell you that I am, but lean over the side of the bed to retrieve my pants from the floor and get a condom from my pocket. I’d rather make you feel comfortable – at least the first time. I wasn’t sure this would happen, but I wanted to be prepared.

After watching me roll the condom onto my manhood, you place your hand in the middle of my chest and use it to lift yourself so that you’re straddling my hips. Reaching down between us, you guide my cock into your pussy after rubbing the head up and down the slit to lubricate me with your juices. You look me in the eyes and then close them again as you slowly sink down onto me, savoring the feeling as I enter you. I feel your legs to either side of me as the stockings rub along my skin with a hiss.

You rearrange your hands on either side of my chest to get better balance and then slide up my cock to kiss me, the tip just inside of you, your dangling nipples grazing my chest as you do. You then slowly slide down with your head hanging, your face framed by your soft curls with your eyes closed and your mouth open, until you’re fully seated on me. I reach to grasp your hips in my hands to help control the pace which is slow and steady. I love the position, as I get to enjoy the view of us as we slide together and watch your reactions on your beautiful face.

You pant softly from the effort as we continue to fuck each other. As our bodies come together, you tip your hips to grind your clit into my pelvis. A sheen of sweat builds on your body. I reach between us and begin to stroke your clit on the side you pushed me to as I was licking your pussy. A crooked smile crosses your lips with the realization that I was paying attention to what you like, but your eyes stay closed as you focus on the sensation of riding my hard cock.

I ask if you’d like a little change up of position and you slow down your pace, but don’t stop as we talk. We finally settle on me taking you from behind. With that decision you ride up and we separate with a wet sound as my erection springs loose and you give me a pouty look. I feel the same, leaving the warm, wet, slippery confines of your pussy. (I forget who the wag was that coined the expression, but basically he said that all men spend the first nine months of their life waiting to exit a vagina and the rest of their life trying to get back in…)

I pivot around behind you grabbing pillows from the top of the bed as I go while you position yourself in front of me. Leaning down slightly and wrapping my arms around you at the waist, I plant kisses on your shoulder and neck tasting the salty sweat on your skin. I pull the pillows under your hips as you bend over them in front of me and spread yourself with your fingers so that I can enter you again from behind. Grabbing your hips and sliding smoothly back into you, we both groan with pleasure at making our intimate contact again. You lay down with your chest on the bed and your ass in the air supported by the pillows as I start to fuck you with slow, steady strokes.

The sound of our sweaty bodies coming together makes a slapping sound in the room and the bed starts to creak a little bit with our passionate exertions. I can feel my balls slapping into you with each stroke and I begin to pick up the pace as I see you begin to strain. You bend your calves up and push against my ass with your heels, with each stroke. I can see your cheek beginning to flush as you urge me to fuck you harder and deeper. I give you what we both want.

“Pull my hair!”

I let go of your hips and lace my fingers into your curls, just pulling your head off the bed a bit and arching your back. Your hands reach out and grab handfuls of the tangled bedding as your arms strain to hold your body still from the pounding you’re getting. Arching your back has changed the angle that I’m entering your pussy and the feeling is unbelievable – I will not last for much longer. You continue to urge me on with the pressure of your heels on my ass as I slam into you, my balls slapping into you. Unlike your last orgasm, you appear to have gone nearly silent, holding your breath as your face continues to redden. I continue to try to push into you deeper and deeper with each stroke.

It hits you, finally, and your pussy grips me in waves of spasms as I continue to try to force my way into you. You squeak and exhale explosively as your thighs shake against me with the force of your orgasm and your heels try to hold me in güvenilir bahis place. The force and feeling of your orgasm around my cock triggers my own as I grunt and fill the condom with my seed as I can feel myself pulse again and again inside of you as small spasms from within you continue to grip me. I cannot focus or concentrate from the intensity of the feeling.

As the blood finally leaves my manhood, I slip from your confines and strip the spent condom from my body. Breathless, we both roll to the side while you pull the pillows up for us. I spoon you from behind as you nestle against my body with a wiggle. The smell of our love-making lingers on the pillows as I sink into them, as does the smell and feel of your now damp hair which I’m pressed up against. I wrap my arms around you, and can feel your stomach continue to twitch lightly every now and again as your body relaxes against mine. I can see that the sun is getting a bit low as it filters through the nearly closed blinds. I hold you as your breathing gradually slows to a more regular pace.

My eyes open and I realize in a slight panic that the afternoon has gone – we’ve both fallen asleep and it is way too late – I should have left hours ago. You are still curled up with me, but are facing me now with my leg threaded through your legs and our arms wrapped tightly around one another. You stir and open your eyes to look at me. We’re disheveled and still a bit sticky from our encounter. I tell you that I really don’t want to leave, but that I need to have a shower, find my things and go. I can’t quite read the emotion on your face as you kiss me and get up from the bed, padding across the bedroom carpet in your stockings as my eyes silently follow your body as you head to a closet for some clean towels.

You crook a finger at me in a come-hither motion as you head through the door into the bathroom. You flip the light on and we both recoil and squint at the sudden brightness. After rolling your stockings off, you reach into the glass shower enclosure and start the water running, keeping a hand in to test the temperature of the water. I pull your soft warm body to me and savor the feel of you melting into me as I bend for more passionate kisses while the water runs. I’m unable to keep control of my nascent erection caused by being near your body, but can’t stop for us to act on it. We step sideways into the shower together as the warm water sluices over us, still embracing.

Looking around the shower caddy, I’m a bit overwhelmed by the number of different bottles, with various fragrances. As a simple guy, I’m not used to all of the fragrances as you reach for a body wash bottle and pour some into my hands, and then do the same for yourself. We proceed to wash each other, continuing our exploration with slippery hands over slick bodies. Your ministrations under the warm water do little to help with my erection. As we rinse, I make a mental note to carry some of my own soap so your fragrances don’t give away the fact that I’ve been spending time with you, because I think I want to continue to spend more time with you.

The water begins to run cool and you turn to shut it off as goosebumps rise on your skin. I grab the towels and wrap you in one and hand you another for your hair before grabbing one for myself. Standing behind you at the sink, I wipe down and then dry my hair with the towel as you start to comb out your damp hair. We’re both watching the other in the mirror. You continue to “accidentally” bump into me as you work your hair into shiny waves, smirking as you do so. The teasing is fun, but I need to get my clothes and leave. I can almost feel your gaze following my ass as I leave the room.

I collect my clothes from the hallway and head back to the bedroom to put them on. You come to the doorway in your towel and lean on the frame, watching me silently. I’m having trouble getting my cock to behave so that I can get my underwear on as you play peek-a-boob with the towel with that smirk of yours, finally laughing at my predicament. With great difficulty, I manage to get dressed and we head to the hallway.

I kneel down to put my shoes back on, and am focused on tying the laces when I hear you walk down the hallway towards me, I see the color of your hot pink nail polish out of the corner of my eye. I start to look up as your towel pools on the floor and now my gaze can’t help but follow up your gorgeous form. Your teasing is keeping me in a near constant state of arousal, and I know that the drive home is going to be painful.

“Do I get another kiss before I go? I don’t know when we’ll be able to get together again, but I’d like to see you again.”

“You’d better call me, buster”, you reply, standing on tip-toes and tipping your chin to me as we embrace and kiss deeply. I open the front door and go, as you stand naked in the doorway. As I turn to get into the car, I see you standing there with a hand held up in a silent farewell, your nipples slightly hardening in the cool evening air. The door slowly closes and I start the car.

The drive home is painful.

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The Boutique Ep. 01

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In just 3 days, my girlfriend would be celebrating the grand opening of her new location for her salon and boutique. What started in a small store front had gradually grown into a thriving small business. The swanky suburb of Nashville was thrilled to host a locally sourced clothing retailer that also cut hair and did the works.

But don’t be fooled… we were not rolling in the dough. As a licensed electrcian, I made decent money, but Julienne was depleting every ounce of her savings and expecting me to do more with the promise that one day, we would be set. And of course, this meant I was free labor for the store.

“Ryan, its an emergency! The new lights for the dressing rooms just arrived and they have to be installed by tomorrow morning for the chamber of commerce tour. You have to get them in!”

“Jules, Ive been at work since 6:30 though. I just want to come home.”

“No. You have to do this. Its the last thing I’ll ask.”

“Ok, Jules. I don’t know what time I’ll get home. Don’t wait up.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! Ariana, my online store intern, will be there. I’ll make sure she let’s you in”

Outrageous. After a 12 hour day, I have to go do more work. I’m already greasy and covered with grime. As the youngest and newest electrician at our company, I often get the dirtiest jobs. If Jules saw the mess I was going to track in, she might have second thoughts.

Around 7:45 I pull up to the back entrance with my truck. Before I can knock, the door is cracked open, so I head on inside. I’m grreted by Cynthia as soon as I walk in.

“Thanks Ryan for doing this. We are so close to grand opening!”

“Eh, its nothing. But I want a vacation soon.”

“Well, don’t tell Julienne, and I’ll take you downtown” she said with a wink and a lick of the lips.

Cynthia was Jules’ partner and managed the salon. She was always flirty with me and constany made references to us sneaking away for her to suck my cock. I bet Cynthia sucks cock really well, but I never took the opportunity to find out.

“Ok, Cynthia. But only if I get to return the favor.”

“In my dreams…” She said whole blushing. “But I do have to go now. Ariana left to grab some dinner but she’ll be back soon.”

As we parted ways, I headed back to the dressing rooms to install the lights. The job would ve very easy with the overall industrial feel if I wasn’t so tired.

I quickly installed the first 3 out of 5 lights when I heard the door. must be the intern. A few minutes later when I’m up on the ladder, I here a startling “Hi there!” from behind me and i dropped my screwdriver behind an outlet.

When I turn around, I saw Ariana standing there. While i wasn’t so attracted to Cynthia, Ariana was a totally different story. Red hair that would have probably gone to mid back were it not for the natural curl and bounce. Instead it floated around her shoulders, perfectly framing her face. Her face had gentle yet distinct features that were round in shape, yet not chubby. Her lips were plump and her eyes were green, large, and perfect circles. She wore black rimmed glasses that brought together all of her features. She was the essence of cuteness that oozed sexy.

Her body captured my eyes as well. She was wearing tight green capris and a black sleeveless blouse. The blouse clung loosely and carelessly to her breasts that didn’t seem particularly large or perky, but matched her mid height, mid weight build as if crafted by a master artist. But the truly spectacular feature of Ariana was her ass. Some might call it a “bubble butt” because of how big this thing was. But this doesn’t adequately describe the roundness, thickness, and wideness of what this girl was working with.

“I’m so sorry. Did I startle you?”

When I finally snap out of my daydream of worshipping the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen, I finally respond. “Oh, yeah, its fine though. I’m just installing a bonus veren siteler few lights then I’ll get out of your way.”

“You aren’t bothering me. But it sounded like you dropped something.”

“Yeah, I just dropped my screw driver. I can grab it I think.”

“I feel so bad… is there anything I can do?”

At that moment as I was fishing out the screw driver, my fingers got caught in a piece of metal that was protruding out, and I sliced my index finger.

“Shit! I cut my finger!”

“Oh my God! Are you ok?”

Pulling my hand out with the screwdriver, we could see that my hand had a pretty bad cut, and I was pretty much covered in blood.

“I’ll be fine. I just need to clean it up. And it hurts like hell.”

“Here, I can help you”.

As Ariana said this, she rushed over and took mt other hand and pulled me out of the room and into a bathroom.

“Keep your hand under this water. I’m going to grab my purse. It has bandages.”

As Ariana left the room, I stood slackjawed, somewhat from the pain, but mostly from how close Ariana and I just were and the sight of her ass bouncing as she ran out the door. To be honest, I was already getting hard. I don’t know how much blood I lost from the cut, but there must have been an equal amount rushing to my cock.

Moments later, she came back with her purse. As she rifled through the purse, she wqs unloading everything but the bandages. Lipstick, an old pair of chop sticks, crumbled receipts and napkins. And then she pulled out a vibrator…

“Oh God… I’m so enbarrassed. You must think I’m just some horny slut” she explained as finally grabbed a bandage.

“It’s just that I’m here late so often and I love to work my pussy with it”, as she said this she put the bandage over the cut.

“And can I tell you something?”

“S-s-sure…” I finally stammered sweating.

“Most nights I imagine its Julienne and I’m sitting on her face while she licks my clit. But you’re so fucking handsome, maybe now you’ll be my fantasy.

At this, all of the blood rushed down to my pants and my face turned white as a sheet.

“Here, sit down. I can see you’re getting hard already.”

Ariana walked me to the toilet and sat me down, staring me in the eyes while holding the vibrator in her mouth.

“You seem to be in shock. Let me shake you out of it.”

Ariana lowered her pants and exposed a dark purple thong that barely covered any of her huge ass.

Before turning on the vibrator, Ariana gave quite the tease show by licking the device seductively while looking me in the eyes, clearly signaling it could easily be my cock she was sucking on.

“My pussy is so fucking wet right now, Ryan. Can you see how wet I am?”

She was right. As she lifted one leg up on the toilet to put her vagina perfectly in my view, I could see that her lips were glistening and ready to welcome the vibrator.

Ariana began working her clit slowly with the vibrator while my face was mere inches from what must be the most tempting flesh I had ever seen. Was clearly very skilled with the vibrator and began to moan as she touched all of the right spots to please herself.

“Oh shit, Ryan. I love that you’re watching me fuck myself. You like what you see?”

Rather than speak to acknowledge her, I slid down my pants, removed the panties that were hanging from her ankle, and began to rub my throbbing cock with them.

The sight of my dick made Ariana all the more randy and she went at her pussy even harder with the vibrator. She finally took off her shirt as well and began to firmly tweak her nipples which were almost as hard as my cock.

This sight of pure pleasure lasted for a few more minutes while I took all of Ariana in before she started to scream, “I’m going to cum!”, which she did promptly with a virgorous body quake attached. I had never seen a woman cum like this in person, and bahis it was even more thrilling than porn made it look.

I continued to rub my cock while Ariana recovered from her intense orgasm. This was unlike anything I had ever experienced and I was raging with desire to fuck the beautiful piece of ass in front of me.

“Holy shit, that was fucking amazing” I said.

“Holy shit, your dick is fucking thick!” Ariana exclaimed.

“Cmon. I have a key to Julienne’s office.” As I stood, her eyes continued to follow my cock. “If you thought that orgasm was good, just wait until I’m done fucking you.

As I brought my body close to Ariana’s naked body, I could feel the heat from her exuding uncontrollably. As I brought her in to kiss her and put my arm on her lower back to bring her in, I could feel her entire body quiver. I was in control now, and I was going to fuck Ariana like neither of us had fucked before.

As we kissed, I reached down and grabbed her huge ass. I’m an ass guy, so I was in sexual euphoria. The more I spanked and grabbed her ass, the more she shoved her tongue in my mouth while her hand stroked my cock.

I finally couldn’t stand it any more and I picked Ariana up, spread her ass and pussy, inserted my cock in her soaking wet pussy while she wrapped her arms around me. I began to carry her to the office where I could really lay her down and fuck her. With each step, my dick moved in and out of her pussy, which gave her such pleasure that she buried her head in my neck and loudly moaned.

When we got to the door, I set Ariana off while I fumbled for the right key. When I finally unlocked the door, we stumbled into the room, having resumed our embrace and passionate kissing. I stopped only to turn on the light so that I could see Ariana’s glorious body while i fucked her.

As soon as we were in with door closed, Ariana took off her rimmed glasses and went down on me. She started by just licking my head before taking more and more of my girth in her mouth as I ran my fingers through her hair. She finally took it all in before gagging and quickly oulling her mouth off and jerking me off with both hands looking up at me.

When I felt like I was about to cum, I leaned over and whispered to her, “my turn”. I couldn’t wait to taste her tight pussy. I picked her up and spread her on the desk, taking a moment to enjoy the best view of her pussy yet before sucking on her thick lips. I took a deep breath before diving in.

Ariana was in heaven, screaming ” shit, shit, I’m going to cum! Fuck me!” She wrapped her legs around my head not letting me escape.

I couldn’t wait any more. I stood up and pulled her body to the edge of the desk. I was ready to fuck her. As I held my cock at the base and inserted, I felt Ariana’s tight and juicy cunt absorb and cling to my dick. I was finally totally inside her and began to pound her with my entire strength.

As I began to fuck her harder and harder, I reached down and forcibly grabbed her tits. They were so perfect to hang on to while I railed her.

I continued to go harder and faster until I lost total control and came inside her. I really wanted to hold out but she was so fucking sexy and tight that my animal instinct took over.

“Did you just cum inside me?”

“Fuck!” I tried to pull out, but it was too late. I had already blown my entire load inside of her.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen, but you’re so fucking tight I had to cum!”

“It’s ok.” She said as she stuck two fingers in her pussy and pulled them out covered in my jizz. “But you don’t get off that easy. You’re not trough fucking me. I want to taste more of your cum,” she said licking her fingers.

She stood up from the desk and pressed her naked body against mine as our lips met. She didn’t want to stop, and I was ready to go again.

With my hands spreading her ass, she backed me to the couch and deneme bonusu sat me down where she proceeded to lick my dick and gently massage my balls. I once again put my hand on the back of her head to guide her as her lips started to suck.

She was taking her time now. She wanted to make me work for it this time and I knew that we’d be fucking for a while.

When she finally came up for air, she looked at me and said, “now I get to fuck your brains out.”

I turned over on the couch and she swung her leg over me, first rubbing her hood on my hardness. She then lifted herself up, grabbed my cock by the base, and slowly sat down on my shaft while her pussy swallowed my length. Having Ariana on top of me and grabbing her hips and ass felt even better than when I was pounding her, but I wasn’t going to be cumming anytime soon.

Ariana angled her body with her arms resting near my ears holding herself up. She was close enough for me to suck her nipples while she rocked her hips back and forth on my dick. At first her movements were slow, but she slowly worked up the speed and vigor with which she was grinding me. I was still in her balls deep, and while there was no in and out movement, Ariana was working wonders with her body.

When she finally began to lean back to ride me cowgirl style, I had an excellent view of her tits bouncing to the rhythm of our love making. I could feel my cock sliding in and out of her pussy quicker and quicker while she fondled her own breasts. She began to feel the pleasure of my cock while riding me.

But she wanted more and harder. She lifted her feet and brought them to where they were now in front of her. I grabbed her ankles and she leaned back and grabbed mine, giving her perfect leverage to pick herself up before repeatedly slamming her whole weight down, moaning for me to be deeper inside her.

But even this wasn’t enough for Ariana. I lifted my left leg and planted my foot in the crevice of the couch. Ariana twisted her body slightly and tilted her pelvis forward so her clit made contact with my leg. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep going, as it felt like Ariana might fuck my dick off. But this combination of depth, angle, intensity, and clitoral stimulus finally pushed her to orgasm. And it was one hell of an orgasm. She finally pulled off my cock and leaned over to kiss me deeply while her back arched and covered itself with goosebumps, her body quivering with pleasure.

When she finally recovered some semblance of humanity, she whispered in my ear, “fuck me from behind”. Finally. The moment I had been there waiting for since I first set eyes on Ariana’s ass. It was made for bending over and fucking. And that is just what she was doing.

She climbed over the arm of the couch and raised her ass to the perfect height. As I knelt behind her, I licked my fingers and rubbed her slit before rubbing the head of my dick up and down her ass crack. I was finally ready to go in, and as I felt deeper inside her than ever, I sighed, “Oh fuck.” I pulled about half my dick out before thrusting my in again. My hips hitting her ass caused it to rippled. “Fu-uu-uck”.

I continued to pick up speed while I grabbed her hips to pull her against me for even more stimulation. I finally pulled her further back, shoved her head down into the couch and began to ram her harder, until I finally swung my leg around her hip to pile drive her snatch. It was time. I was ready to cum.

I pulled out for the last time and turned Ariana around. “I want you to cum in my mouth” she said as she opened up to finish me off. I grabbed the back of her head and literally fucked her face like they do in the pornos until she gagged and pleaded for breath. She finally closed her lips around my cock on the last thrust and I felt my release into euphoria. She massaged my balls as I shot cum in her mouth and on her face, and she tried to catch every last drop.

Ariana and I had fucked for the last hour and a half, something I think only this girl could bring out of me. Was this the greatest sexual experience of my life? I wondered this when Ariana whispered in my ear, “Next time, let’s try anal”.

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The Carriage House

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Babes

As always, this is a total work of fiction, none of the names or people depicted are real.

*****

My Birthday:

Wow! Look at all those candles! I could actually feel the heat coming off those bad boy’s, as my daughter sat the cake down in front of me. I took a big breath and did my best to blow them all out! I didn’t of course, there were a few north of 50 on there after all so, that’s no big surprise! Nor did I bother making a wish, what’s the point! The wish I wanted, was one of those special wishes you’re really not allowed to wish for. But that’s ok.

The presents were spread out across the long dining room table, they looked so festive decked out in all their colorful regalia. Most wrapped with fancy paper, some with bows. There was one I noticed that was wrapped in duck-tape, that one had my brother’s name written all over it! But it will be worth the trouble to get open, he never fails to buy me the best bottle of scotch he can find!

The cheesy decorations I figured were made by my sister, she was the artsy fartsy one in the family and it looked like she had taken the time to hang them everywhere! I knew the cake would be awful! Bought from Walmart every year, because no one in the family knew how to bake!

It would probably taste like shredded cardboard! They always did! The chocolate icing slathered nearly an inch thick on top would surely have the texture of wall plaster and the melted wax running down the sides from the candles, would be just the thing it needed to add that little extra flare! If I wasn’t sitting in my own house, I’d run out the door screaming as if my hair was on fire!

I don’t mean to be a shit. But damn people! The last thing a widower of only six months needs or wants, is a fucking birthday party! I’m still missing my wife like crazy! God rest her lovely sweet sole, but let’s get real here! I’m lonely for my woman! I’m still young enough to want some, and maybe too damn old to ever get some! I’m just missing her so damn bad and stumped as to what the hell to do about it!

Hell, I’m still in damn good shape! Tall, I got broad shoulders that are still straight when I stand. I go to the gym twice a week! I’ve met a few ladies who showed interest sure I have! But I don’t know if could ever betray her memory! Not yet! I just wasn’t ready! So, my frustration and anger gits a hold of me sometimes!

My wife was sick so damn long! First came the stroke, they say it was an aneurism. That’s when God had really taken my lovely Nancey from me! What he left behind was a scared, confused, frail woman, who didn’t even know her own name! She was still so young! Not even fifty! She spent 4 long, agonizing years totally bed ridden, with the mental equity of two-year-old! Confused, tortured, trapped in an endless nightmare within her own damaged mind!

It was by far the hardest thing in the world any man would ever have to do, to have to watch the love of his life of over 25 years, wither and die an agonizingly slow and hopefully not painful death. In the state she was in, there was no way for anyone to know for sure! That was the one nagging question the doctors could never answer for me! Was she in any pain? My lovely wife, never knew the day her daughter got married and never met her grandson, gone too soon at 51.

Now here I am, trying to smile and act like I’m happy. While still missing my lovely Nancey, trying to be sociable to a family who truly loves me. But they could never understand till the terrible day comes, when it’s their turn sit where I am right now! Blowing out their own set of candles! God! I pray in earnest; that day never comes for any of these lovely people!

Soon, the carryout fried chicken was all gone, the cake had been divvied up amongst the few brave souls who were crazy enough to take it home and try to eat it and the last of the family had finally made their way to the door. I was left with a huge dilemma! I had a fresh bottle of scotch and a big bag of garbage full of dirty paper plates and wrapping paper. So, which should I take care of first?

I Also had a kitchen table full of every flavor of aftershave imaginable, several new ties, one with Pac Man on it! My absolute favorite by the way! Can’t wait to get the chance to wear it! Also, a wide array of pen and pencil sets. They are lovely, I have quite the collection. I’m a writer, well I used to be anyway. I haven’t written anything in quite some time. The family didn’t know that I had quit writing when my Nancey got sick. So, I still receive them as gifts at Christmas, birthdays and such.

What has always puzzled me about that is, Yes, I’m a writer. But I use a Mac, back in the day I used a typewriter. I use a legal pad and a cheap

pencil for my notes! I’ve never written even one of my works by hand, so why do people always buy me pens? Well, I guess it’s just one of life’s little mysteries I will probably never get the answer to. I laughed.

I finished cleaning türkçe bahis up and was taking the bag of trash out past the gate to the road, contemplating busting the seal on that bottle of single malt, when a lovely woman with a newspaper in her hand, walked up smiling. “Good evening!” She said, in a pleasant voice. Hello! I said. Can I help you? I asked.

“Are you mister Franklin?”

Yes, I am. What can I do for you?

“I’m Samantha Thornton.” “We spoke on the phone last week about the carriage house.” “I was just about to buzz the gate when I saw you coming down the drive.”

Oh! Yes! Yes of course, my apologies Miss Thornton, I have been busy lately and our conversation had totally slipped my mind! I said, trying desperately to recall the details of our conversation!

“Is it still available?” She asked, with pleading eyes.

Oh, yes, it is. I haven’t really tried that hard to rent it. I only placed the one advertisement you have in your hand there, only ran it for a week. You are one of only a few people who have even called. I had just about decided to not bother renting it. It’s been empty for several months. I converted it into an apartment when my late wife fell ill. She required 24/7 care and it was more practical to have a nurse living on the premises.

“I’m so sorry for your loss” she said sincerely.

I could tell she truly meant it.

“May I see it Mr. Franklin?”

Of course, Let me go get the keys. Just help yourself and walk on back, fallow the walk to the left, by the pool, you’ll see it out back. Oh, and please, just call me Carl, No need for all the formalities.

“Ok Carl, nice strong name, I like it!” She smiled.

I chuckled and went and got the keys.

I knew she would love the place! There was an electric gate in the back so she had her own private drive and place to park under the carport. I had built it off to the side a few years ago, so who ever parked back there would be out of the weather when they got out of their car.

The carriage house was actually an old two-story barn and buggy shed, used in days gone by to board the horses, store the feed, harness and the carriage used for the main house. I converted the top floor into an apartment, with a small game room and sauna on the first. At one time, the whole estate was part of a much larger plantation. The other barns had long since been torn down, but the sprawling grounds and carriage house still remained.

As she inspected the place, she smiled at me.

“Carl this is so lovely!” “You sure about the price?”

Is it too much? If you really like it, I might be able to work on the price, that is, if you think you will be staying here for a while, I’m much more interested in a long-term renter than the extra money at this point, I said.

“OH!” “No Carl!” “That’s not what I meant at all!” She smiled. “Everything I’ve looked at so far has been so expensive!” “This is so lovely!” “The price is so reasonable”; “I won’t have to struggle so much with my finances!” “This is so much nicer than I thought I could afford and fits my needs better than any of the other places I’ve looked at so far!” “It’s perfect!!” “I was getting worried I wouldn’t find a place before the school year started!” “I still need to look for a second job with what little time I have left.” “The pay for educators never seems to make all the ends meet in the middle, if you know what I mean, she laughed.

Well Miss Thornton, the grounds are at your disposal too, the pool and sauna are included in the price, the pool service comes on Tuesdays, and the gardener mows as needed, so there is little upkeep on your end. I said.

“I can use that lovely pool?!” She asked all excited! “By the way Carl, call me Sam, Miss Thornton makes me sound so old!” She laughed.

Of course, Sam! And yes, you have full access to the pool. I can’t expect you to live here, look out at it and not be able to enjoy it! I smiled. Now I will warn you, my daughter comes over every so often and suns herself by the pool and she can be a bit reveling with her choices in swimwear! I said with a chuckle! She feels she can take the “clothing is optional” attitude, since the pool and grounds are so secure. I will tell her to be a bit more conservative in the future if you decide to rent the place.

“Oh, don’t do that Carl!” “Let her do as she pleases!” “I won’t be offended.” “Will she mind company if I’m out there too?”

No. I think she would love the company. She is a lovely woman, sweet as can be, she has a husband who works at the hospital here in town and one small child, my grandson Bobby, he’s 2ys old. She comes over every other week or so, to get her a little me time, and get away to decompress. I’ll let her know you may be using the pool. But please, let me know ahead of time if you chose to take part my daughters’ swimwear choices, to ensure your privacy and to avoid any embarrassments. I added, with more than just iddaa siteleri a bit of pink added to my cheeks, clearing my throat.

“Don’t worry Carl, I’ll be sure to let you know.” She said. “That is, if I don’t forget too.” She said with a flirtatious giggle. Knowing full well it would make me blush beat red!

I Noticed quickly her sense of humor and quick wit. I instantly liked her!

Also, if you are interested. I have a position open here at the estate. I thought I heard you say in passing; you were going to be looking for a second income. You can make some extra cash or I can take off some of the rent, if you are willing to pick up and dust a bit at the main house once or twice a week. With your busy schedule, that might not be to your liking. The lady I had doing it has decided to move to Florida with her son and daughter in law. So, I will be looking for a new cleaning lady as well, she quit a few weeks ago.

“Oh!” “That’s wonderful Carl!” “High school principals don’t make a lot of money and I was going to have to take a second job anyway, so yes!” “I would love to make the extra money!” She smiled so big! I was happy this looked like it might work out for the both of us!

She paid the deposit and signed the little rental agreement I had drawn up; said she would be moving in as soon as her belongings arrived. She was moving to town to be the new principal for the local high school. She said she was divorced, no kids. She looked to be a younger woman around 30yrs old. I was shocked when I went in the house to get a copy of her driver’s license and found out she would be 48 her next birthday. She was only a few years younger than my Nancey!

Moving day:

A few days after meeting Samantha and renting her the carriage house, the doorbell rang around 9am. I was just back from the gym and having an iced tea when I answered the door.

“Good morning Carl!”

Sam was standing there with a bucket full of cleaning supply’s looking as chipper as anyone could and I just melted! Well good morning to you too Sam! I didn’t know you would come so quickly! I laughed, letting her in. She breezed past me smiling. She had her lovely hair tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing a light gray “T” shirt, yoga pants and pink tennis shoes. God! The woman was breathtaking!

“Well Carl, you said your other cleaning lady had already quit and my stuff arrives later today, so I thought I might as well come and do some cleaning before I got busy with all my unpacking.”

Made sense to me I thought, as I quietly texted my gardener, to let him know I would need his boys for a couple of hours. It was just something I cooked up to surprise her. I knew lugging all her stuff up two flights of stairs would not be something she would be looking forward to. Hey Sam, what time is your pod going to be delivered? I asked.

“Oh, about 11, I think.” She said from the kitchen.

I quickly texted the time to him and he confirmed his boys would be on time.

You know Sam, I only said light dusting and picking up! You don’t have to do those dishes! I said, as I walked into the kitchen, somewhat embarrassed I hadn’t got to them yet this morning.

“Oh, don’t be silly Carl, this will only take a second.” “Plus, your house is immaculate!” “All I need to do is make the beds and run the sweeper!”

Oh no you don’t! I’ll make the bed Sam! You’re not my maid! I won’t allow you to do that! It’s too much!

“Carl!” “Relax!” “I want to!” “Because of you, I have this wonderful place to live and because of your generous offer to replace your cleaning lady, I also have the extra money for the rent I need, so now I don’t have to look for that second job!” “I also get to make my own schedule!” “I can work around meetings and such at the school which always seem to come up unexpectedly!” “So yes, I will be making the bed and doing the dishes!” “I insist!” She said smiling!

I just shook my head and let her have her way, realizing very quickly that I was out of my depth as to forcing that argument. Feeling the need for a quick cold shower as I watched her bend over and place the dishes in the washer. Her supple firm bum delightfully framed in her form fitting yoga pants. The delicate lines of her very apparent lady parts, pressing gently against the thin fabric, let me know quickly, that Sam had an affinity for not wearing any panties!

She turned and glanced back at me! Shit! I was busted! I everted my eyes casually and she seemed not to notice that I had been ogling her ass, as she simply smiled and returned to what she was doing. I left the kitchen quickly before she could notice the rising issue, I had developing in my gym shorts, as I went to take a VERY cold shower!

As I stepped out of the shower, I was still hard as a rock, I heard the sweeper humming down the hall. Picturing what that cute little ass of hers would be looking like as she ran the sweeper back and forth. Those delightful deneme bonusu veren siteler cheeks giggling away as she pushed that heavy ass hoover back and forth! I figured the only way to end my agony was to rub one out to relieve the pressure. I imagined her in my mind, Sam bending over the kitchen counter as my dear Nancy had once had. Sliding deep into her hot wet sex as I made love to her! Picturing myself slowly, lovingly penetrate her lovely body! It wasn’t long before I was releasing more than my fair share of penned up sexual tension all over the bathroom vanity!

I quickly cleaned up the mess as best as I could and got dressed. I was walking out of the bath as Sam was coming down the hall towards the stair case. Both of us unaware of the other, as we ran smack dab into each other! As we collided, she began to fall! Backwards down the stairs! I lunged for her, and caught her by the waist to stop her fall!

In the scramble to catch herself, she had grabbed my arm in a way that forced my hand right into her boob! She squealed as she realized she had nearly broken her neck and grabbed me in a big bear hug! As we collected ourselves, I ended up with one hand full of firm lovely ass and the fingers of my other hand covering and sort of caressing a now very erect nipple!

She slowly let go of me as I set her down and I gently removed my hands from her tit and ass, missing the feeling and sensation of her in my arms the instant we parted. Noticing quickly, both her nipples were now sharp as daggers, threatening to burst through her thin ‘T’ shirt! Her eyes, still big as pie plates, God they were so green! They nearly glowed! She was so damn beautiful! I sucked in a breath, shocked at how lovely she truly was.

Wow! I’m sorry Samantha, I almost caused you to take a nasty fall! I said, noticing my hands were now shaking, looking down at them. Wondering if it was because of the close call we just had or the fact I had just moments ago, been touching a woman more intimately than I had in nearly 5 years!

“No, Carl, that was my fault, I was in my own little world and wasn’t paying attention!” “I’m very lucky your quick as a cat with those reflexes, strong too!” she smiled. “you just saved me from one real nasty fall!” “Snatched me up like a rag doll!” “Thanks Carl!” She said, hugging me and then kissing my cheek with a quick peck. Pressing her lovely breasts into my chest, and her crotch into my thigh. God! Did she have a clue what that dose to a man!

She stepped back, smiled, walked a few steps and bent over to pick up her mop bucket and started collecting her supply’s that had been scattered to the floor in the fray only a moment ago. I again got to enjoy the incredible view of her firm butt in all its glory, beautifully nestled in those amazing yoga pants. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her! It was like I was a deer in the headlights of an oncoming train!

Then I realized her mood had changed. She was a bit self-aware, different in her movements as I watched this all happened in mere moments, but I could tell she was uncomfortable. Then I saw the reason for her squirming. When I had grabbed her to stop her fall, I must have pulled her pants tight up into her sex and she was now sporting a very lovely camel toe! Oh! It was a very wet one to boot!

I quickly turned and headed down the stairs to give her a chance to adjust herself. Speaking over my shoulder after I was half way down, hey Sam? How about I fix a light snack before your stuff arrives?

“That sounds lovely Carl!” “I’ll be down in a minute!” She said squirming, as she stood there in the hallway with her hand down the front of her pants, pulling the silky material out from between the lips of her sex and trying to dry the flood of excitement coming out of her sexy little puss! Cursing the fact, she had skipped wearing panties in leu of a bit more comfort and the freedom it gave her pussy to breath while she worked.

Stepping into the bath quickly to relieve herself. As she sat there on the toilet, she breathed in deep though her nose. Taking in the manly sent of soap and aftershave. Realizing all too well, that it wasn’t helping matters, as she felt the twinge and tingle in her pussy that the smell of Carl caused her to feel.

As she started to pee, she could not resist letting her fingers lightly caress her clit, the sensation of the warm piss on her fingers and the wet flow from her pussy was just too much for her to resist, as she drove two fingers in deeply to give herself a quick release! She went faster as she stroked! Her pee splashed on her hand as she played with herself to climax, watching as it gently splashed on the smooth marble floor.

She pumped her hips in time with her hand, fantasizing it was Carl’s nice thick cock sliding deep inside her! The lovely manhood she had seen tenting his gym shorts in the kitchen only an hour ago! Oh! God! It looked so divine. Yes, he was a few years her senior, “But Not Many!” She smiled, knowing he was still very strong and sexy! Her time was getting closer! She could feel herself building, as she stared at herself in the mirror, her pussy swollen and pink as she watched her fingers disappear inside her warm depths.

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Amateur

The drive out of town was taking forever. Friday afternoon and the whole world was on the road. The week was finished and the vacation begun. “Seven days all to myself,” I think, as I cruise down the highway. No clients, no bosses, no problems, only the sun and nature to nurture my over-worked mind. The last few months have been filled with hard work, long hours and little time for play. Now it’s my time. The cabin at the lake is just the prescription I need to regenerate and regain my balance.

The traffic on the highway gradually clears out the farther I drive from the city. The clear blue sky and bright sun works wonders for my mood; relaxing and easing away the every day stress. Exiting the highway and turning down the tree lined country road just increases my excitement to get to the cabin. Slowing to watch for my turn, the quiet of the woods caresses my mind.

The drive through the woods ends in a small glade warmed by the afternoon sun. Light dappling the log walls of the cabin, the startled gleam reflecting off the huge windows then sprinkling across the open drive in front, the flat gray stones mottled in alternating shade and soft light. Small open areas taken over by wild flowers mark colorful patches along the front of the cabin and wrap the sides to disappear to the back. Parking the car in the front, stretching from the long drive I inhale the incredible scent of clean air; air that smells of the wind and the sun. Leaves on the trees and blossoms; so natural and just right. I feel the world fall away as I begin to relax into my surroundings. Pulling only my overnight bag from the car, I make my way to the door, unlocking it and entering the quiet great room.

This room never fails to take my breath. Looking up I face an entire wall of glass; overlooking first the deck; gradually the land falls away to treetops and the vast valley beyond. In the failing afternoon light the shadows dance with the light wind. Tearing my gaze from the beauty of the view and moving to the bedroom, I drop my bag and head back out to the car for more supplies. Groceries and staples from the store go into the kitchen and on the last trip out for wood for the fireplace I notice a figure emerging from the woods along the drive. Standing and watching as he approaches the front of the house, I wonder who would be out this far from anything. Tall and solidly built he walks with the ease of a woodsman along the uneven drive. Dressed in jeans, flannel shirt, boots and light vest for the weather changes, he stops at a respectful distance, smiles and raises his hand in greeting. “Hello, you must be Gina. I’m Russell Nelson. My sister Mandy is the realtor who takes care of your cabin. She knew you were coming today and wanted me to open up the house for you. She sent me to take care of anything that you might need.”

“Hello, Russell, pleased to meet you, and thanks for stopping to help. I just got here myself, so I haven’t done much but bring in a few things. I thought I would get some wood for the fireplace. Won’t you please come in and I’ll make us some coffee.”

“I’d enjoy that, thanks,” he says, “but let me get that wood for you. And call me Russ, please.” With that said he stacks up several logs, hefts them easily and steps in the front door. I grab a couple of logs myself and follow him into the house. Stacking the logs on the hearth, he takes my bundle from my arms, smiling as he piles them on top. I move to the kitchen and rummage in the grocery sack for coffee and filters as he enters finds the pot and fills it with water. I can’t help but wonder about this man. “Thoughtful, considerate and helpful…hmmmmm” filters quickly through my mind.

Turning to me, leaning back against the counter, arms crossed over his broad chest, he watches as I put away supplies and food. “I came by early this morning, cleaned and filled the hot tub. It should be up to temp by now.” As I turned to face him, I caught him checking out my ass. His eyes roam up my body, up to my chest and then up to my eyes. Smiling I leaned back against the refrigerator, letting the solid cool surface, calm and balance me. I let my eyes wander over him, taking in his dark curly hair, solid handsome features, gray eyes that pull you into their depths. His broad chest dips to a slim waist and hips, solid firm legs visible in tight jeans. My minds eye sees his taut ass even before he turns to open the sliding glass door to the deck. Looking back over his shoulder, smiling, “Come, check it out.” he says and steps out to the deck. Pushing out from the refrigerator, I gather my senses, surprised at the excitement this man has created and cross the kitchen to the door.

Stepping out onto the deck, bedava bahis the cooling evening air washes over me. The change in temperature though moderate cause my nipples to tighten. They begin to push against the fabric of my bra and t-shirt. As I walk to the far side of the deck, Russ watches my journey with interest. My thoughts clear with the clean fresh air and I decide to see where this encounter will go. “I’ll just show you the basics so you can soak and relax tonight,” he says as I reach the side of the tub. “Of course, if you need to know anything else, you can just call and I’ll stop by”.

Turing to face him, I ask, “Do you spend this much time with all your sister’s clients?” I think my question caught him by surprise as he dips his head then chuckles.

“No” came his answer, “not usually. When I first saw you out front, I was so taken that I decided then and there I had to know you better. Is that all right? May I have the honor of learning more about you?”

“Depends” I answer.

“On what?” he responds and looks up into my eyes.

“On whether or not you’ll have dinner with me tonight?” Looking deep into his beautiful gray eyes, I see his smile before it reaches his mouth. Genuine delight lights up his eyes as his sexy lips spread into a wide grin.

“I will need to go by my place and clean up. I’ll bring back some wine if you like? Do you need me to bring back anything else?

“Just a good appetite, the wine, and, of course, yourself.” I blush as I think about what might result from this evening. Too many weeks of nothing but work has me excited for some fun. “Can you be back in about 2 hours?”

“I’ll be here” Russ says and before he turns to go, lifts his hand and runs his fingertips softly up my arm, from the wrist to the shoulder. The touch sends a tingle through my body and judging from the look on his face, the tingle runs up his as well. That brief touch is just a promise of more to come. Watching him walk back through the cabin to the front, I wonder again where this will lead. Taking the steaks out to marinate and making a quick salad; gathering tableware and candles and laying wood for a fire; all I accomplish in no time, leaving plenty of time for a hot shower.

As I turn the shower lever to hot and watch the steam begin to cloud the bath, my mind drifts to thoughts of candle light and soft music, dancing close and being held in strong arms. Shaking my head to clear the image, I reach out for the body wash and soft cloth, lathering and rubbing up my legs and thighs. My hands drift upwards across my tummy and chest, caressing and cupping my breasts, slipping up and along my sides and then up my arms. Sliding slippery hands down my arm and then lower to my hips, my hands glide slowly towards my center. With fingertips pointed down, they slip lower and lower until I reach that close trimmed patch of silky soft red hair. My fingers glide over and through the softness as they search, seek, and find that opening. They slip in so easily and I can feel my excitement start to grow. I allow one finger to enter into the warm depths, to briefly test the waters. Yes, I am definitely excited. Letting the hot water splash over me, rinsing and soothing me, I grab my razor and shave my legs to silky smoothness, lather on extra rich moisturizer and with a quick rinse I’m done. The steam and heat have left their mark. The mirrors are clouded and my muscles softened. Wrapping myself in a soft towel I head off to the bedroom to pick out an enchanting outfit.

Not really having planned for romantic evenings, I choose deep Forest Green silk pajamas pants that ride low on my hips. The matching top has string straps that tie at the shoulders and does not quite reach to my waist leaving bare midriff to peek out. Slipping bare feet into black strap sandals, I head back into the bathroom, cleared now of steam and brush my hair into a gleaming mass of copper waves, small touches of makeup and a dab of my favorite perfume. Looking into the mirror I can’t help but think that I look pretty hot tonight!

As I light candles in the great room and slip some CDs into the player, I glance at the clock and realize that Russ should be back any time now.

As the soft refrains of Bob Seger begins to fill the room, there is a knock at the door. “Right on time”, I think, as my breath catches in my throat and I cross the room. Opening the door I watch for his reaction and I am rewarded with a widening of his eyes, and quick curve of a smile that spreads to a wide grin. My eyes take in his tight black jeans. His midnight blue shirt accentuates his dark hair, framing his face and lighting his beautiful eyes. The sight of him sends casino siteleri a tingle through me. A quickening of breath and a tightening low in my body pushes me to step up to him. Close but not touching, looking up into his eyes as he reaches for me, leaning down and brushing his lips across mine. The moment is electric, my lips caressing his as he leans in pressing my lips hard. His arms enclose me, pulling me tight. I can feel his heart beating like crazy against my chest. My eyes flutter closed as the kiss deepens and my hands begin their journey up his back to broad shoulders. Sliding them back down I caress taut ass cheeks enclosed in tight jeans. His hands roam easily down my back and along my sides, slipping to the front and cupping my breasts. With only a thin piece of silk between his hands and my breasts, the touch is exquisite. I arch my back, pressing, offering soft breasts into his hands. His large hands easily cover my breasts; the hard nipples nestled between his fingers. Caressing, finger tips circling my nipples I wiggle in his hands. My hands respond slipping to the front and sliding down the front of strong thighs. Pressing my hands hard against his thighs, I pull back, looking up and taking his hand in mine leading the way into the main room. We both stop to catch our ragged breaths, smiling at each other, both surprised by the passion of our greeting.

“Should I open the wine?” Russ whispers, his voice low and husky.

“Yes, please” was my answer in a voice equally hushed. “I’ll put the steaks on the grill. We can sit out on the deck while they cook.” Gathering steaks and wine glasses, the open bottle of wine in his hand, we step out into the cool night. While the steaks grill, we sip wine and talk, getting to know each other. Likes and dislikes discussed as the cooking time passes swiftly. Gathering and moving back inside, dinner continues with conversation and laughter, soft looks and quick touches. Finishing up, gathering dishes and clean up was done in no time. “Bring the rest of the wine and let’s start a fire!” I say, smiling at the double meaning of my words.

As Russ lights the wood in the fireplace, I pull out a couple of throw pillows and toss them to the rug in front of the hearth. Dropping to the floor and tucking my legs under me I reach out a hand to his and pull him down to my side. He folds gracefully and stretches out long legs pulling me to his lap. As I nestle into him I can feel his excitement growing rapidly. His arms enfold me, pressing me tightly to his chest, his lips nibbling and kissing. His whisper reaches my ear, “Gina, you are an incredible woman. More exciting than anyone I met in so long. I want you so much.”

Hearing need and desire in his whisper, I turn my head to kiss along his cheek, down his neck and back across to the hollow at his center. Flicking out my tongue, laying it flat and licking up slow, up and over his chin, taking his lips in mine, I pull him into my mouth. Pressing hard, opening and sucking his tongue into the wet depths of my mouth. Holding his tongue hard in my mouth I suck. Then slipping his tongue out, I kiss and nibble as I writhe in his lap. His hands caressing and roaming all over my body, touching and rubbing every inch as he turns me to face him, straddling his legs. Sliding his hands down my back to my waist and below, his fingers slip under the silk at my hips and descend to my ass, gripping and kneading me. My hips shifting and moving I wiggle in his lap, his hard cock bulges and strains against his jeans. I slip my hands to the band at the waist, flick open the button and take the zipper in between my finger and thumb and tug it slow and easy, zippppppp, it slides down and I press the jeans open and wide. A huge cock pops out, throbbing and twitching in the air, tapping against his tummy. Rocking forward, I press his cock between soft silk and hard abs, holding and pressing. The groan that escapes his lips reverberates from deep in his chest. Rocking back and forth, sensuously stroking his cock with silk, “Ahhh, that feels so good,” is all he can say. As I move on him, my excitement grows, my breath quickening, moisture between my legs wetting the silk of my pants. Wet silk pushed up inside me, rubbing my clit. The pressure kept tight by his rock solid cock.

“Lay me back, Russ, I want to feel you between my legs.” Hands at my waist and drawing his legs up under him, lifting me up and back, rolling me to the floor, Russ gently leans over me, kissing my lips and licking along my neck. Hovering above me, balanced on his arms, his hands beside my breasts, pushing my legs apart with his knee and then pressing his hard cock to my silken clad crotch. “Oh bahis siteleri my god, you feel so big pressed against me, so hard and ready.” I gasp out as waves of sensation flow up and out of my pussy.

Russ rises back up to his knees and then rocks back to stand, slipping tight jeans down his hips, over his knees and off at the ankles, stepping out and kicking them aside. His cock stands straight out twitching and throbbing, ready for action. Dropping again to his knees, his fingers grasp the waist of my pants and tug them down, exposing me to his eyes. I reach down and raise the hem of my shirt and pull it up and over my head, toss it to the side. Naked to his eyes, I watch as the grey color deepens and the lids flutter. I watch as his breath catches and hear a long deep moan as he lowers his lips to my mound. His tongue begins to flick and lick, wetting me as he dips lower to slide between the folds, wet and slick. Another groan as his tongue gets its first taste and then begins to flick and lick rapidly. Wrapping his mouth around my entire pussy, his tongue plunges into me and begins its rapid assault in and out. Gasping for air, the sensations of his tongue and lips making me writhe under him. His hands holding me fast at my hips, as I thrust uncontrollably up and into him. His tongue drives me to the brink. My orgasm builds fast and hard, it explodes over me and I cry out, “Oh yesssssssssss, Russ, I’m cummmmmmmmmming. My body shudders and trembles uncontrollably in his hands. My muscles go soft and limp as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.

I hear his groan and feel him move, slipping from between my legs, sliding up and over my sweat glistened body. I pull him to me, kissing and licking over his neck and face. Our lips locked in a deep kiss. Pressing hard and full of passion, tongues dancing and dueling in and out of each others mouths. Breaking the kiss, I run my lips across his neck to lick up and over his ear lobe, slipping it in and sucking softly. Releasing it, I whisper soft and low, “Russ, I want your cock inside me, now. Turn me over, please and take me from behind.”

A long low growl escapes from his throat as I feel his hands grasp my waist, flipping me over to my tummy. Rising up to my knees, Russ pulls over a pillow and nestles it under my chest. My head lowers and turning to look over my shoulder, I watch as he smiles, leans in to kiss my neck and pulls my hips to him. I reach down, wrap my hand over his swollen cock and center him to me; rubbing him up and down my wet slit, slicking him and pressing him to my opening. “Ahhhhhh, yessssssss,” he growls and pushes his long shaft hard and deep, burying it with one thrust. “Oh, you are so wet and tight!” he cries out as he drives deep into me. Holding my hips tight, buries deep inside, he grinds into me.

As I push back against him, a small whimper escapes my throat. “Oh my god, Russ, you feel so big inside me.” As he slowly slips his cock up and almost out, my breath catches knowing his length will once more fill me; rubbing against the walls of my pussy, hitting the back wall, filling me. And he plunges in again, taking me deep. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, yess, Russ, don’t stop, please don’t stop!” I scream in pleasure. Russ begins to move on me slowly, in and out, thrusting fully and hard and pulling out slow and easy, then taking it deep again. As his thrusts increase and his rhythm builds, I can feel my clit throbbing as his hard cock slips against it with every thrust. His hips flex upwards and his cock rubs my G-spot on the outstroke. My hips begin to shift and shake barely in control, matching his rhythm, meeting each thrust. I can feel his cock grow incredibly larger within me, swelling and even harder than before. I reach behind me and caress his balls and I’m rewarded by his groans.

“I’m not going to last much longer. You are so incredible, so hot, I’m going to explode in your hot cunt!” He growls as he slams into me again and again, pounding and hammering hard. Building towards orgasm, my muscles begin their work. Tighten…..release…..tighten….release. Squeezing and gripping, they begin to milk his cock. Russ cries out, “Oh my god, that is absolutely the most phenomenal feeling, please don’t stop…because…I can’t.” My pussy begins to convulse, gripping and clamping down; holding his cock hard as I fly over the edge and the pleasure takes me. “Here it comes, baby” Russ screams as he thrusts hard and holds, shooting rope after rope of hot creamy cum. I can feel it hitting the back wall and washing back down over his cock, slicking him. Pull out slightly and thrusting again, I feel another spurt of cum hit me. And again my muscles grip and pull another spurt. As we both gasp for air, chests heaving, I fall forward on to the rug, pulling him still inside me to the floor. Rolling to his side, holding my back to his chest, we lay joined, spent. Basking in this wonderful moment, we drift off to dream. 6 more days in the cabin.

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The city went dark and an hour later, I was finally blindly dipping my key into the lock of my apartment. Light flooded into the pitch-black hallway and I stepped into the hot, thick air that I knew would be waiting for me, flinging off the delicate flip-flops that had amazingly managed to get me home. It felt as though I had walked the entire length of Manhattan and I could feel the beads of sweat gliding down my back and between my breasts.

I rummaged through my cabinets for some candles and a lighter and placed them around the apartment. The candles filled my studio with an amber glow and I regretted that there was no one else with me to appreciate the atmosphere. I dropped onto the couch and stared at the blank television screen. It was barely 5:30 and I didn’t have a clue what to do with myself.

After a few minutes of considering my options – listening to a CD on my Discman or masturbating furiously or both at once – I was interrupted by a low knock on the door. I was caught off guard and actually a bit nervous.

“Um… who is it?” I called from halfway across the room.

“Oh, um, Daniel.” And then, after a short pause, realizing I didn’t have a clue who he was, “I live next door to you.”

“Oh,” I said a bit confused and a little relieved.

I quickly ran my fingers through my hair to make sure I didn’t look like a complete mess, straightened out my tank top, pulled up the strap that had drooped off of my shoulder, and tugged on my denim mini-skirt to make sure it wasn’t revealing any more than it was supposed to.

I undid the locks and waiting in the shadowy hallway was a familiar face that I could finally put a name to. I’d seen him a few times entering and leaving the building, but I hadn’t even realized he actually lived here, let alone right next door. I assumed he must have a girlfriend who lived in the building. Why I assumed that I don’t know since I’d never seen him with a woman. I guess I just assumed he was too adorable to be single and I didn’t see him often enough to lead me to believe he lived here. What I could barely see now in the dark hallway I recalled from seeing him before in the light – his mop of dark brown waves, his warm green eyes, his thin, well-toned body, and the way his ass looked in a pair of jeans.

“Hi,” I managed to spit out. I now wished I’d spent a little more time on my appearance before opening the door.

“Hi, um, sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you happened to have an extra C battery lying around. I need one more for my flashlight.” He held up the flashlight and the one battery he did have as evidence.

I was disappointed that he had come here for something so mundane as a battery and despite the fact that I knew I did not have a single battery, C or otherwise, lurking in my apartment, I told him that I might and invited him in. I rummaged though some drawers in an attempt to convince him that I actually believed there was a chance I’d discover one. After three drawers, I figured it was safe to give up the search.

“Nope, sorry,” I said with an apologetic look.

“That’s ok, I’ll…”

And before he could finish his sentence, I added, “But I can lend you a few candles.” Anything to postpone his departure.

“Oh no, that’s ok. I’ve got a few of my own. But thanks. I really wanted a flashlight. Even with the few candles it’s still pretty dark and it’s kind of creepy sitting in there all by myself.”

I wanted to kiss him right then and there.

“You could hang out here and keep me company.” I couldn’t believe the words actually came out of my mouth. I would have never been able to say such a thing in any other circumstance. I guessed that the blackout had blacked out my inhibitions as well.

I bit my lip waiting for his response.

“Really?” he asked. I detected a bit of excitement in his voice, like a little boy illegal bahis being offered a trip to the zoo.

“Yeah sure. I was thinking the same thing. About it being creepy and all, being here by myself.” Was he actually going to agree to hang out in a complete strangers apartment? What were we going to talk about? What if he turned out to be completely boring? I could end up sitting in a puddle of sweat suffocated by an overwhelmingly uncomfortable silence with this guy who I knew nothing about.

“Um ok… yeah. Sure. I’ll stay.” He smiled.

Still a bit paralyzed by the awkwardness of the situation, he just stood there not knowing what to do. I reached past him to close the door and my arm accidentally (or maybe not entirely accidentally) brushed against his. “Sorry,” I mumbled and pushed a stray lock of hair back behind my ear.

I went back to the couch and sat down. He followed and, after a few uncomfortable minutes of silence, we both looked up at each other and smiled, acknowledging the awkwardness in the air. He asked me how long I’d lived here. I mentioned that I’d seen him before a few times, but I didn’t know he lived here. He commented on how strange it was not to know your neighbors even though you practically lived on top of one another. I complained about how thin the walls were and how you could hear almost everything. He laughed and told me about his neighbor on the other side who he always hears having sex.

“He makes the funniest grunting noises. And they’re so loud! He woke me up once.” Daniel smiled shyly, hoping he hadn’t made a conversational faux pas in bringing up someone’s loud sexual escapades with someone he just met.

I laughed and smiled back to let him know I wasn’t the type to take offense over something like that.

“I must confess… I can hear you brushing your teeth sometimes,” I said. “It’s nice to put a face to all that sloshing and spitting.”

We both laughed and I decided that I would dip my own toe in to test the waters. “I have to admit that I’ve also heard some moaning coming through the wall from YOUR place,” I teased. Even in the dark I thought I could see him blush a bit. He was quiet and I suddenly felt stupid for bringing that up. “Sorry, I was just…”

“No, it’s fine,” he chuckled. “Unfortunately, I’m sure you’ve noticed that it’s been pretty quiet for the past few months.”

I laughed. “Well, you know as well as I do that I’M not getting any either.”

We both looked up at each other and smiled. The topic of sex had brought the conversation to a halt and we were quiet again. But this time it wasn’t awkwardness that blanketed us with silence, it was sexual tension. Our eyes scanned the room, afraid of what would happen if they met.

I reached my left arm out and began to tug on the fraying fabric at the edge of the couch as a distraction. Suddenly, Daniel’s right arm was resting there next to mine. This was it. This was my opportunity. I continued playing with the frayed fabric, but I slowly inched my arm in his direction. That inch felt like a mile to traverse. As the first of his hairs began to tickle my forearm, I could tell he had been moving closer to me as well. I turned my arm so that the length of my arm and the back of my hand were aligned with his. We sat like that for a minute or so and out of the corner of my eye I looked at where our bodies were touching to make sure I wasn’t imagining it. He started to gently move his fingers against mine and I happily reciprocated. My thighs were burning up from the inside. It felt as though every nerve in my body was sparking.

Finally, we both looked up at each other, desperately waiting for the next move. I couldn’t hold back anymore and I leaned over, placed my hand on his cheek and pressed my lips eagerly to his. His hand found my cheek too and he pulled me closer to him. As our casino siteleri kissing became more and more intense, his hands began to wander over the curves of my body. He pressed his left hand against my breast, kneading it between his thumb and fingers. As his fingers began to travel under my tank top, I pulled out of our kiss, crossed my arms in front of me and pulled it off in one quick motion. I had not been wearing a bra underneath my top and so now, my breasts were completely revealed to him. He looked at them in the dim light and then looked into my eyes.

Daniel lunged at me, pinned me to the sofa, and proceeded to cover me with kisses from the waist up as his hands traveled up under my skirt. His hot breath on my neck made me shiver and I knew that any moment he would discover just how much of an effect he was having on me. His fingers kept moving within centimeters of the ever-dampening crotch of my white cotton panties (I would have worn something more impressive had I had time to prepare). The anticipation was agony. I could feel him hardening against my thigh and the thought of him inside me was driving me crazy. I reached down, grabbed his hand, and pressed it against what he’d been taking his time to get to. He had been sucking voraciously on my right nipple and suddenly stopped, lifted up his head and smiled devilishly at me. His fingers gently rubbed the wet fabric against my aching clit.

His lips began once again to devour my neck and, between kisses, Daniel pressed his cheek to mine and whispered into my ear “Oh god, you’re so wet.” He pressed himself down against my body and I could feel that now he was completely hard and his cock was begging to be released from its denim confines. I reached down to unbutton my skirt and I shimmied out of it. He took the opportunity to peel off his t-shirt, revealing his firm chest and beautiful shoulders. I helped to unbutton his fly as he kicked off his shoes and socks. He was kneeling now, in only his boxers, looking down at me in nothing but my skimpy pair of panties. His eyes traced every curve of my trembling body. My breasts rising and falling with each deep breath. My back arched, anxiously awaiting the weight of his body pressing me down. My legs slightly open, preparing for his invasion.

Daniel leaned down, stared into my eyes for a moment, and placed a soft kiss on my lips. He wrapped his strong hands around my waist as he trailed down my body with his lips, placing one last kiss on my belly just above the waistband of my panties, as he slid his fingers under, slowly pulling them off me and tossing them to the floor where the rest of our sweat-soaked clothes were already resting. I eagerly helped him out of his boxers as well and couldn’t help but let out a small gasp when I discovered what would be buried deep inside me in only a matter of moments.

His right hand had moved down and his thumb was now skillfully rubbing my clit while his mouth explored my inner thighs. Waves of pleasure like the aftershocks of an earthquake pulsed through my body, and he was only just getting started. I looked down at him to see why the kissing had stopped and at the moment my eyes met his, he circled my wet opening with his thumb and then plunged it inside me. I gasped again. As his thick thumb moved in and out of me, Daniel’s tongue lapped at my clit and along the lips of my pussy. And even though it was dark, I could feel the intensity of his eyes as he continued to look up at me while his face was buried between my legs. A wave of orgasm twice as intense as the last hit me.

After a few last slow licks, he stopped, pulled his thumb from its warm hiding place, and resumed his place on top of me. He reached down and maneuvered his cock so that it was rubbing against my clit and sliding along the slick lips of my pussy. He pressed the tip of his cock to my eager poker siteleri hole, taunting it a bit and then finally, slowly, easing himself inside. I moaned loudly.

“Shhh… The neighbors will hear you,” he teased.

My laugh quickly turned to a squeal as he suddenly plunged into me all the way to the hilt. He stayed there for a moment and then slowly began moving in and out of me, gradually picking up speed with each thrust. My pussy couldn’t get enough and I began to grind my hips against his, thrusting back each time. The sweat of our bodies mixed as his broad chest pressed against my breasts and my nipples became electrified every time his skin brushed against them.

Daniel lifted himself up above me and wrapped his arm beneath me at my waist, pulling me up with him. “I want to see you ride my cock,” he whispered into my ear.

I looked at him and smiled, eager to comply with his wishes. I sat up and pushed his chest back so that he was sitting upright on the sofa. I straddled him, hovering over his impressive erection and letting the throbbing tip graze my pussy lips. His strong hands were wrapped around my waist and his big thumbs pressed into my abdomen. With each teasing stroke of my pussy against his aching shaft his squeeze tightened. I leaned down and flicked my tongue against his deep pink nipples, first the left and then the right. I sucked hard and peered up at him to see the face that had released a long, low moan.

My wet lips left his chest and began traveling down, over his washboard stomach and past his navel. I looked up at him again as I touched the tip of my pink tongue to the tip of his hard cock, swirling around the head slowly. My left hand grabbed his thigh while my right held his cock as I let my flat tongue sweep along the length of his shaft on all sides in long, slow strokes. Our eyes were locked on one another as I took him completely into my mouth, slowly wrapping my lips around the base and pressing my tongue against the underside of his cock. I could taste and smell myself on him. I began to bob my head up and down, sliding his thick, fleshy stick in and out of my hot mouth, my tongue lapping at him all the while. My right hand gently rubbed his balls as the tip of his cock brushed against the back of my throat.

I could hear that he was enjoying himself, but I didn’t want him to enjoy himself too much – not yet. I took one last slow lick and came back up into straddling position.

Gripping his cock firmly with my right hand, I guided him in to my still-sopping pussy. I slid down onto him. He fit into me so snugly and it felt so good to just feel him fill me up like that. I pressed my hands against his moist pecs while I began to move my hips back and forth with him buried deep inside of me. Daniel’s hands moved to my ass, squeezing the soft mounds in his hands and pulling me closer to him. Gradually, I began to rise up and down on his stiff cock until I reached a point where I was bouncing on top of him. As I rode him I could feel my breasts move up and down with each thrust. I could feel his eyes watching them as they rose and fell at the mercy of gravity. He began moving his hips up to meet mine and his right hand held one breast to his mouth as he sucked my hard pink bud hungrily.

I began to ride him harder and faster. My hands shifted to the back of the sofa to keep me balanced. My moans were getting louder and faster, verging on yelps. His eyes closed and I could feel his body tensing up. I could feel my own orgasm brimming and I pushed myself to keep fucking him with all my strength. We were both so close.

“Oh god!” I screamed as my third orgasm exploded within me. Every nerve ending in my body quivered in ecstasy. Daniel took this as his cue to let go himself and I felt his thick cock release inside me.

We were both spent, not to mention sweating like animals. I leaned forward and rested my head on his shoulder,

“That was amazing!” Daniel said as soon as he’d recovered. “I’m glad I was out of C batteries.”

“So, you think the neighbors really heard us?” I asked.

“God, I hope so,” he smiled.

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Editor’s note: this submission contains scenes of gay male sexual content.

*

“… All I’m asking is can we really trust a woman, a grown woman, who hasn’t fulfilled her most basic civic duties?”

This came from the tall, silver-haired Kennedy Cooper, a political pundit sat at a roundtable in a television studio. The host of the show, a perfectly coiffed Shari Wainwright interrupted:

“I mean, what has Senator Avalon been doing out there in the Borderlands? Twiddling her thumbs?”

“Worse – twiddling herself!” Cooper chimes in.

Hearty chuckles from all those around the table.

“I’m just saying, Shari,” continues Cooper, “is this the woman we want leading our Re-United States?”

Watching from her hotel room, Senator Melissa ‘Misty’ Avalon switches off the television in disgust.

She sits in the silence for a moment, studying her reflection in a mirror. Her golden-brown hair is in a chic chignon and her tasteful pencil skirt and cream blouse hug her curves. The outfit is bold without being audacious. Exactly the image she wants to project.

Avalon swings her long legs around the other side of her chair to face her campaign manager, Jack Switch, whose maple syrup eyes watch her with calm detachment.

“What do I do, Jack?” Misty asks.

“You stick to the talking points,” he replies.

“Okay. I can do that. Wait, what are my talking points again?” She’s only half-joking.

There are only a couple of weeks left on the campaign trail before the convention, and what had seemed like a slam-dunk primary season win for Misty is now precarious. In post-meteorite America, the single most important issue of national security is repopulation, followed closely by reclamation of the uninhabitable Deadlands.

When the meteors had hit, decades before Misty was born, those not killed in the immediate aftermath faced a decade of nuclear winter, disease, and hunger. A few pockets of civilisation, in the more western cities, survived with patchy electricity grids and ocean air to moderate the weather, and it was here – mostly west of the Rockies – that what was left of the nation was placed.

Now, a hundred years after the meteorites, people were dying young and, on the whole, faster than they could breed. There was no hope for civilisation if they couldn’t kickstart the economy and reverse the population trend. Sex was the number one social good any one person could partake in, regardless of skills or intelligence.

Misty’s popularity was based on her status as an everyman. She was raised by simple folk on the borders of the Deadlands, imaginatively referred to as the Borderlands. She knew the worst the meteors had wrought, she lived in the shadows of the hulking skeletons that were once buildings so tall they scraped the roof of heaven itself. She knew what it was like to try to eke a living out of dead soil and poisoned water.

Out there, in the Borderlands, the pressure to repopulate was negated by the pressure to feed those who already exist. But as a farmers’ daughter, Misty Avalon was a woman of the people. That is, except for her glaring lack of reproduction. That could be overlooked, to a certain extent – but it could also throw into doubt her commitment to the ideals of the Re-United States.

“Your talking points,” Jack said, crossing the room to stand behind Misty, leaving a whiff of cologne and musk in his wake, “you know these off by heart.”

“Remind me,” Misty pleaded.

“Alright. Number one. Economic investment in the Borderlands is the key to regenerating industry.”

He kneads at a knot in her shoulder with his thumbs.

“Okay,” he says. “Your turn. What’s next?”

“R and D on meteorite-based technology will create jobs and speed up recovery”

“Good girl,” says Jack, despite the fact the ‘girl’ is his boss and in the running for President of the RUSA. But Misty doesn’t notice, she just leans into his hands as he continues to knead at the stress.

“Number three, subsidies for food producers in climate volatile zones, and for research into soil revitalisation technologies” says Misty.

“Yep, and last one?”

“Raise the incentives for reproduction and adoption for all biologically mature citizens, while doing away with nil-birth penalties.”

“See,” says Jack. “You got this. People just want to be able to relate to you.”

“Yeah, but the baby thing…”

“The baby thing just makes people wonder if you’re doing your part with repopulation.”

“It doesn’t come off self-serving?”

“What? Given that you’ll be subject to the penalties if you don’t manage to repeal them?”

Misty nods.

“There are going to be questions, sure,” says Jack. “But it’s nothing we can’t handle.”

Later, after Jack had gone to find a GovOrg, a government certified orgy — a fact that gave Misty an uncomfortable and unfamiliar twinge in her stomach — she goes over and over the talking points for the Wainwright interview the next day.

Shari Wainwright was canlı bahis the top-rated political affairs host on television, and she was incredibly influential. Even among the masses who didn’t get television, Wainwright’s opinions were quoted ad nauseam in the news-flyers and radio clips.

If Shari Wainwright really thought Misty wasn’t doing her reproduction duty, then she would be very hard to win over. And if Shari Wainwright couldn’t be won over, there wouldn’t be much hope for winning the election.

#

That night, Misty dreamt she was at a Senate sex party, one of the ones they hold at the start and end of every parliamentary session. The very same-sex parties she’s avidly avoided in her waking life.

Sometimes she visits GovOrgs in her dreams and she wakes up with the ghostly touch of dreamed sex still lingering on her skin. But this time, she doesn’t want to be here among the decrepit 35-plus crowd that usually makes up the Senate sex scene.

She drifts through, while Senator Douglas of the North-Western Union licks his lips lasciviously at her and Senator Sweetie Grayson, the darling of the Democrats – as she’s known – lowers herself enthusiastically onto his cock.

Gagging in the cloying atmosphere, thick with sex and hot breath, Misty stumbles towards a set of double doors, pushes them open, and takes in great big gasping lungs full of air. A voice behind her, and she turns to see Jack Switch there, something unrecognizable in his eyes. Is it surprise? Lust? Or disappointment?

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he says.

And she feels like she’s betrayed him like she’s done something wrong.

He holds his hand out to her, beckoning, but instead she falls backward off the balcony and into a writhing mass of bodies below. She sinks in, the Venus fly trap of naked flesh closing around her.

#

Television studio lights are always so bright, it’s almost disorienting. And sitting in Shari Wainwright’s studio is no different.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Misty wonders how many Borderlanders go without electricity and for how long to allow Wainwright Tonight to broadcast three nights a week.

Shari’s wearing her trademark red power suit, of the fashion that pushes her breasts up for display, covered only by a thin layer of silk. She wears the Pro-Population RUSA ribbon on her left breast, almost exactly where the nipple must be. Her blonde hair is down around her shoulders today, but still – as always – perfectly coiffed. Her red lipstick matches the red of her suit exactly.

By contrast, Misty wears a subdued emerald green skirt with her ubiquitous cream blouse and neutral-toned makeup. Bold colors don’t suit her olive complexion as well as muted autumnal hues, but the press always has a field day aligning her clothing choices with her supposed prudishness.

Speaking of prudishness, that was – predictably – what Shari was focusing on now.

“… Do you not agree repopulation is the highest national priority of post-meteorite America?”

“Yes, of course I do,” says Misty. “Without sufficient population, we’ll never be able to re-establish industrial dominance and reclaim the Deadlands — “

“Spare me the rhetoric, Senator,” interrupts Shari. “What do you say to those calling for you to submit to a fertility test?”

Misty’s eyes search out Jack, standing next to the cameraman. He gives her an encouraging nod.

“I say it’s a double standard. No male candidate is being asked to undergo a paternity test, and yet without one we can’t truly know they’ve fathered the children they say they have.”

“But of your opponents, Senator Rodriguez has been a regular feature of the society sex circles for several years, and Arnold Chung did voluntary service as a GovOrg stud in the ’30s. So there is a good faith effort to fulfill their duties. And Governor Sonia Ganymede, of course, has birthed several —”

“Yes, but Shari. You know I adhere to mutually exclusive polyamory. We don’t sleep with anyone outside the commune.”

“Ah. I’m glad you brought that up,” says Shari. A look of triumph in her eyes worries Misty.

“Let’s ignore for the minute the criticisms that MEP simply bypasses the ban on marriage, and talk about this for a second – so that we can understand, of course,” says Shari.

“MEP is a choice many good Pro-Population Americans are making —”

“To protect themselves from disease while still fulfilling their procreation duties, yes, we know.”

Misty folds her hands in her lap.

“Then I’m not sure what you’re getting at, Shari.”

“Perhaps our next guest can help. Come on out.”

And out of the darkness beyond the lights steps Darla Shane. Ruby red lips, swinging hips, tiny waist, cascades of golden curls framing her porcelain skin. Five-foot six of hell on stilettos.

Misty shoots a look of panic at Jack, but of course, he has no idea what’s going on and just looks confused.

Darla takes a seat opposite Misty, barely acknowledging kaçak iddaa her.

“Darla Shane, welcome to the show,” says Shari.

A look of pure, predatory glee in her eyes, she turns to Misty. “Senator Avalon, do you know this woman?”

“Yes. She is a former member of my polyamory commune.”

Turning back to Darla: “So I guess you must know each other intimately then, Darla?”

“Actually, Shari. No.” Misty wanted to reach over and slap the smirk off Darla’s face, but nothing she could do could stop the trainwreck now.

Darla continued: “Even though I was part of Senator Avalon’s commune for several years, she never once joined us in our orgies and as far as I know she never once had sex with any of the other members.

“No one ever said anything because we didn’t want to harm her career, but I want people to know that Senator Avalon doesn’t care about repopulation and she thinks she’s better than all of us.”

#

Jack ordered room service to Misty’s hotel room because she didn’t want to be seen outside after the disastrous end to the Wainwright interview.

She soaked in a hot bath and let Jack take care of everything, while every second of the interview replayed over and over in her head.

Why had Darla decided to out her like that? They’d never been friends, exactly, but she hadn’t thought they were enemies.

The commune was a respite from political life for Misty. A group of friends she’d had from the Borderlands where everyone respected her boundaries and left her alone.

It was true she’d never joined in the orgies, but MEP commune dwellers by nature tended to be less sexually adventurous than the rest of the population. It was the perfect place to hide and the perfect excuse to avoid the societal burden of sex, sex, sex all the time.

The stupid part of all this, thought Misty, is that she wasn’t even opposed to sex. It’s just that as a Borderlander, life had been different.

Non-family members were few and far between out there in her village, right on the brink of the Deadlands. She’d always been so focused on school and then politics, that she’d just never got around to having sex.

But then, around 18 or 19, when everyone else had been having sex for years already, she felt weird about her lack of experience. She wanted it to be a non-issue, not a freakish thing that she needed to be cured of.

And after she was elected to office, when everyone knew who she was all of a sudden, she couldn’t very well go to a GovOrg and have someone discover she had no idea what she was doing. It would have been front-page news.

Misty sighed, watching bubbles from the sponge fall haphazardly onto her bare breasts. She was front-page news now, anyway.

“Dinner’s up Misty.” Jack’s voice drifted in from the other room.

That was odd in itself, she thought. He was avoiding seeing her naked, which had never been an issue before. Despite the fact their relationship was purely professional he’d always treated her with the same lack of inhibition that characterized post-meteorite American life.

Nakedness wasn’t something to be ashamed of when society actively encouraged promiscuity at all times in hopes of bolstering a population almost wiped out a century before.

Misty wrapped herself in a hotel robe and stepped into the suite. Jack had set up dinner on the table and lit candles.

“Candles?” Misty asked, seating herself.

“Mandated power outage starts in five, I thought it would be easier to just light them now,” Jack answered.

They ate in silence. Or, rather, Jack watched Misty pick at her food. He topped up her wine glass.

“Drink. Relax,” he says.

“I’m trying,” she says, taking a sip, and feeling the warmth of the wine wind its way through her limbs, tingling her skin as it goes. “But it’s a bit hard to relax when I just saw my career go down the drain.”

Jack’s hand settled on top of Misty’s own hand and she felt the wine tingle her skin again. Or was it Jack’s touch?

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

“You know I do,” Misty responds.

“Good. Then I need you to tell me what you’re hiding.”

The lights flicker off — the power outage — and Misty takes a deep breath. Maybe this will be easier to admit in the flickering half-light.

She looks at the beautiful lines of Jack’s hand next to her own and lifts her gaze to his. There’s something inscrutable in his eyes… concern? She can’t help but wonder if it’s purely professional… or something else. Either way, she has to trust him. What other choice does she have?

“I’m … oh god, I’m so ashamed.”

“It’s okay Misty.”

“I’m a virgin.”

She waits for Jack to pull away, for the sound of disgust to catch in his throat, for the disapproval in his voice. But none of that happens. He squeezes her hand.

“Is that all?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re not a sworn celibate?”

“No. I just… never had the chance. And then it became a thing and I didn’t know kaçak bahis how to not be a virgin without it being really obvious and a big deal, and oh god it feels so good to tell someone…”

Tears of relief spring to Misty’s eyes and Jack tugs her up by her hand and wraps her in an embrace. She smells the faint, sweet smell of his sweat mixed in with wine, cologne, and tobacco. It’s a comforting smell. She realises she hasn’t been this close to a man since her father died, and even then it wasn’t like this.

She sits down on the side of the bed and Jack brings her a glass of water, then sits beside her.

“You know, my parents illegally married.”

Misty looks at him in shock.

“Really?!”

“Yeah. They met at a GovOrg in the Southern Union a few years after marriage was outlawed.

But after they met, they decided they didn’t ever want to be apart. So they ran away together, found a black market minister, and… brought me up.”

“But you’re not… Monogamous?”

Jack laughs. He’s spent entirely too much time at GovOrgs to be anything close to that.

“No. I’m not.” He shrugs. “But I’m not against it.”

“I’m not anti-sex,” says Misty. She feels like it’s important to let Jack know this. “I just don’t know how to have it not be a big deal.”

“Well, we’ve got a problem we need to solve. We need people to see that you’re pro-population and we need you to be relatable…”

“Ok, well what do I do? How do I do that?”

“Darla had a point. If you’re abstinent, you seem not only old-fashioned, but unlikeable. People want a leader who’s like them. In the old days, people elected leaders they wanted to have a beer with. Today they elect leaders they want to fuck.”

Jack stood up and paced the room. He had that look on his face, the one he got when they were polling low and their backs were against the wall and everyone was relying on his genius mind for strategy to pull them through.

“We could go on the attack, try to discredit Darla… “

“News travels too slow,” Misty interrupted. “We don’t have enough time and besides, the damage has been done.”

“Well then we —”, Jack starts again.

“No, Jack. It keeps coming back to one thing. And you know it”

He stops pacing and kneels in front of Misty.

“Misty, you don’t have to do anything.”

“No matter how I look at it, the answer’s always the same. I need to show I’m committed,” she says, taking a deep breath. “Pregnancy would be best, but in a pinch, we’ll have to set our sights lower.”

Jack considers the options. He knows she’s right.

“I need you to find me someone to sleep with, Jack. Take care of it for me. Privately. Someone we can trust, but who won’t be suspicious to the press.”

“We can leak it to Wainwright. Fudge the timing – the truth but not quite,” he says.

“It’s better than me walking into a GovOrg tomorrow and opening my legs,” says Misty, a smile playing at the edge of her mouth.

“I think it just might work,” says Jack.

“Oh, I think it will,” replies Misty, confidently. “And if it doesn’t, we’ll leak video. That’ll shut everyone up.”

#

The next day is a whistle-stop tour of the North-Western Union.

The salt air is invigorating. No wonder those who can afford it flock to the state; the ocean breeze keeps the worst of the dust storms at bay and the landscape is relatively unscarred from the meteorites.

Misty passes the day with stump speech after stump speech to crowds more interested in how she plans to open up the Deadlands than when she plans to open her legs. Through it all, Jack is steadfastly by her side, keeping her spirits up, her mind focused, and her body nourished with food and water.

But that night, at a charity event for rich New Seattlites to help Borderlanders, Misty is ambushed. She’s set off-kilter from the moment she arrives by a picket line of protestors outside the hotel, all wielding signs with Pro-Population slogans and reeling off hurtful chants designed to sting.

Things don’t improve once she’s inside. She’s heckled during her speech, harangued by the press on her way in, and a gate-crashing protester throws red paint on her – tarring her with the symbolic blood of unborn future generations; a punishment usually reserved for back alley vasectomists.

She manages to maintain her composure and professionalism throughout, but the minute the door to her suite shuts, Misty sags. Jack dismisses her team of concerned staffers quietly and returns carrying a bottle of wine.

“Hey. I scored some booze. It makes everything better.”

Silence from Misty, but a few deep breaths and her spine straightens and her shoulders square again. After a second, she sits up and takes the glass from Jack.

“You always know what to say,” she says, sipping the cool, crisp pre-meteorite vintage sauvignon blanc. “Oh, it’s good stuff”

“I figured after the day you’ve had, there was no point settling for substandard hooch.”

She laughs at that then, a bit of tension easing out. And then Jack’s hand brushes her hair back from her shoulder, cupping the base of her neck. They stare at each other, frozen for a minute, as the line that can never be uncrossed quickly approaches.

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Lisa

Lisa and I worked together. Initially we flirted and left it at that. Let me tell you more about Lisa. She’s about 5’4″, married with two boys, 120lbs, green eyes, blond hair that is always perfect. She has a fantastic body. 34 bust, 26 waist and 36 hips and she’s a great dresser who knows how to show off her body. She told me that she worked out frequently at Curves. You could see that in her toned legs.

Sometimes we met for lunch, talked about our lives, people we knew and flirted. We eventually IMed each other. We flirted, nothing really more then that.

One time, Lisa told me she only wore one-piece bathing suits at her community pool because she was modest. She did admit that she did go on a trampoline one time. She had on a loose top and when she came down, her top flew up and her breasts were flashed. She actually didn’t know it at the time, her girlfriend told her after and she was so embarrassed.

Sometimes I had fantasies about Lisa…

She’s on the phone with a client. Everyone is gone in the office. Her feet are up, resting on a desk. The lights in the office are on but dim. I’m in another part of the building. I hear her talking to someone. I open the door and see her! We smile at each other. She remains talking on the phone, trying hard to be serious.

I pull up a chair and reach for her legs. Slowly I run a hand along them upwards. My hand goes up her thighs! Up to her panties! I tease her poking her thru silk panties. While her skirt is bunched up, I slowly pull her panties down leaving them hanging on her high heels.

I slowly start to unbutton her blouse. Her blouse opens. Seeing her inviting breasts canlı bahis barely covered, I reach to unclasp her bra. My hands cup her breasts as they fall free and her nipples tighten up and get hard at my touch. I lower my head and tongue. Gently biting her nipples! Lisa is getting dizzy and tells the company rep that she’s talking to that she has to go! My hands are on her hips, then cupping her ass and pulling her forward!

Lisa raises a little as I remove her skirt, letting it fall to the floor along with her panties. She gasps as I stand up and remove my clothes. Her heart races as she sees my erect cock. I kneel in front of her still spread legs. I trace up her inner thighs with kisses till I come to her glistening pussy. Lisa lets out a whimper as my tongue licks her. I then introduce a finger to probe and stroke her. Lisa says, in a strained voice “Please Don’t stop! Ohhh God! Please fuck me!”

We change positions as she sits in my lap, facing me. Our bodies barely touch. One can feel the heat between us. Grabbing my cock, stroking slowly as pre-cum appears. Lisa slowly guided

Me into her pussy going as deep as she thinks she can. We fall into a rhythm and I fell her tighten around me. I pull her closer and go deeper and harder! We both move faster! She tells me she feels like she’s tumbling in space. “Don’t stop! Oh God! Don’t stop!” she says.

I later learn that she and her husband hardly have sex anymore.

I feel a tightening and say “I’m Cumming!” I explode into her, held by her velvet walls. I thrust one more time as Lisa cums too. I pull her closer and we touch her knees moved up, she grabbed my cock and guided kaçak iddaa it in. I held it there for a second and I slowly went in deeper… I then withdrew and then thrust in enjoying every second. Just as I thought we were going to seriously fuck faster, her legs went around me & she tightened up. My cock was in a velvet-lined vice. We fit like a glove. Lisa whispered that she wanted to hold onto that moment. After a few minutes, her legs spread again. She raised herself up using her arms. Her breasts bounced as we fucked. Our bodies were covered in sweat. Lisa asked me if I thought her breasts were as beautiful as other women?

Still hard, I didn’t reply. I then pulled out and told her to turn over. She quickly got the message and went on all fours as her ass went up… She smiled as I slide in again and we found our rhythm. I was thrusting deeper. My balls hitting her ass, her breasts swung.

I pulled her hair back and she loved it. Having sex without the use of a toy.

Screaming for ” my cock to go deeper! Harder! Ohhh god! Deeper!” The bed frame shook as we fucked… Her juices were spilling out as she came again! I grabbed her ass, pumped some more and then I said I was about to cum. She didn’t tell me to pull out. I spurted a short stream of cum, followed by another. She moaned as my hot cum filled her. I reached under to hold her breasts as I got softer and pulled out of her. The last drops falling onto her ass. We both collapsed onto the bed covered with cum but happy. The expression on her face was pure satisfaction as we drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, we awoke early. We were told our car was ready. Lisa went kaçak bahis into the shower first. I was shaving in the mirror over the sink when she asked me if I could scrub her back. “I need someone to wash my back for me. Come join me. “

My towel dropped as I stepped in and gently did her back. I said “Raise your arms, ” as I did under her arms and her sides and the sides of her breasts with a gel. I then started on her ass. Lisa moaned and turned around and gently soaped my cock, which took no time to get erect, and my testicals. My hands went to her breasts as she arched her back.

Moaning ” Ohhh God I need you now! Please fuck me now! I need you!”

.”Again? Right here? In the shower?” I asked.

“YES! Right now! Your Hot Mom needs you. Just stop talking and let’s fuck! I need to feel your hard cock in me! “

I instructed her to turn around. In that position, I could get in her deeper. She placed her hands against the wall, spread her legs, and leaned forward. I stroked myself and then guided myself into her! “Ohhhh yes! You feel so good in me. Better then my husband!” as she thrust back.

I told her that I didn’t think I could last much longer…

“Neither can I! Don’t stop! Ohhh my god, I’m cuming!” as I felt her begin to spasm… Just as I was about to lose control, I pulled out and turned her around. I held onto my cock, aimed it up and spurted cum on her chest.

“That was amazing! I always fantasized about doing that!” she said. We showered each other off using the hand spray. We toweled ourselves dry and eventually got dressed.

We had breakfast, checked out and were on the road.

Mmmmmmm tonight in another hotel???? Should be interesting.

We carried on an affair for about five years. Lisa also told me later that her husband always thought that with the IMing that we did along with the trips that one-day

We might have sex.

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The bale of hay comes at me unexpectedly. I barely have time to face it and bring my arms up, let alone stop it from bouncing off my chest. I see Angela smile and hear, “Sorry!” through the hay dust. I see another bale lobbed up into the hay wagon and Angela turns to pick it up. I stack the one I have and turn to catch the next one she sends to me. I’m smiling too.

It’s a hot and sticky late July day. Perfect for baling and drying hay but hard on the body. Water seems to evaporate as soon as I drink it. Sweat is pouring off our bodies and after hours in the sun with only a few breaks in the shade, we are tired, thirsty, and hungry. An hour later, the last row is on the wagon as we head back to the barn to stack what we have. It’s after dinner when we finally put the tractor away and wave goodbye to Mr. Barrett, the farmer we work for. As he disappears through the screen door, Angela turns to me and asks if I’d like to go for a swim. There’s a swimming hole at the back of the big field, where the White River makes a sharp bend, and after years of swift water, a deep pocket in the river bed has formed. Big enough to make a shallow jump into. I say, “I’d love to!” partly because the water will be refreshing and partly because I like spending time with her.

I started working for Mr. Barrett less than a week ago. türkçe bahis Angela has been here since early June and has his trust. She’s a hard worker, knows how to handle the tractor with implements, and even plowed a few of the fields in June. I am reminded that she has also built up muscle as I remember the bale that struck me with some force. She’s petite, beautiful, and has a mind of her own — what’s not to like?

Once we reach the back of the field I can see the edge of the swimming hole. Angela takes off her clothes and runs to the river’s edge and leaps into the pool. I watch as her lithe and tanned body gracefully arcs into the water with a big splash. A very wet and playful Angela rises up and yells for me to “C’mon in!” I walk to the edge, strip, and jump in. The water is cool but not cold, warmed by the heat of summer. The current isn’t strong and it’s relatively easy to get a footing.

Angela points to my half visible chest and says, “I really didn’t mean to do that.” I look down and notice a light bruise where the bale struck me. I tell her, “There’s a price to be paid,” and make a dive for her. She shrieks and tries to run away but the water slows her down just enough that I catch her arm. She spins around as I try to get my footing against the current but we both fall over and iddaa siteleri go under. When I open my eyes in the greenish water, I catch her looking at me and very close. She reaches around my neck with one arm and pulls me close. An underwater kiss followed by a hand on the top of my head pushing down. She makes a break for shore where she flops down on the shirt she threw down. I follow her to the sun-dappled bank and lie next to her.

Grasping her wet hair with one hand I prop myself up on my elbow and kiss her again. This time she makes no effort to move away but instead leans into the kiss. Her lips taste faintly of something like rose water. Her hair feels full in my hand, her body is firm and taut from good care and a summer of hard work. Her hands grab my hair and lower back at the same time and I roll over on top of her. Her legs make room as my hips slide between them. She draws her legs up and with one hand reaches down to guide me into her. She is wet and her eyes do not look away when I look into them and feel head of my cock part her lips.

I slide into her and she exhales softly. I reach down with one hand to grab her hip and shove myself deep inside. Her hips rock gently as I pull back and do it again. She grips my shoulders with bits of grass from the bank sticking to them. deneme bonusu veren siteler We kiss again, tongues probing each other, lips softly biting, and our breath getting deeper by the moment. The tempo increases and I feel the buildup rising deep within my groin. Instinct begins to take over as conscious thought gives way to desire. My mind is filled with the sound of my hips striking her inner thighs, the smells, how she tastes, the heat, and breathing like a steam train with the throttle wide open. She reaches down with one hand and begins to rub her clit. I feel the edge approaching quickly and a moment later the trigger in my mind releases a week of built-up fantasizing inside her.

As my pace slows, her’s picks up. My cock still sliding in and out though softening, seems to be enough to keep her on the edge. Her fingers moving almost in sync with her breathing as her body begins to tense. I lean down to kiss and suckle her breast, and her breath catches while her body slowly winds up like a coiled spring. Suddenly she lets go a long slow and low moan, a train whistle in the distance but getting closer, and then her body snaps open. She tremors and shakes and within a few seconds she is done, little ripples, breathing heavy and fast. A few minutes later, I roll off her and we lie there. We don’t say a word but take another dip, laugh, and get dressed before we head back to our cars.

As she opens the door of her car, Mr. Barrett steps out onto the porch with some watermelon for us to take home. He looks at us both and asks, “Tomorrow?” We reply in unison, “Tomorrow!”

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She is tall, about 5’8″, with a slender and well toned body, earned from her devout and daily practice of yoga. She has very long and shapely legs. Her legs were the first thing I noticed about her, the day we first met. Although bordering on being thin, she still has pleasingly curved hips that widen just enough below her thin waist to give her an attractive shape. Her ass is round and firm with well toned cheeks. She is slightly small breasted, but she has more than enough, and her breasts are upright and very nicely shaped. She wears her straight dark brown hair shoulder length and parted in the middle with bangs. Her face is pretty, especially when she makes an extra effort to use makeup to her advantage. Her eyes are hazel green and in the right light, her eyes look very green and quite striking. At age 37, she is a very fine looking woman. And I am the man lucky enough to call her my wife.

Although my lovely wife and I have enjoyed a very frequent and satisfying love life, recently I began to feel like it was time to try something different to spice things up. While our sex was still very good, after ten years of marriage it was all beginning to seem a little too familiar to me, and not quite as exciting as it was earlier in our relationship.

One Friday evening after we both got home from work, I suggested that we play cards; some Texas Hold ’em… I must have had a little bit of a gleam in my eye, because she smiled slyly back at me and said, “So what are we playing for? Our clothing?” I answered that while that was a very appealing idea, the stakes weren’t high enough. No, what I wanted, was to play a match in which the winner takes all and the loser has to do something very special for the winner, something specific that we bet on in advance of the match. In poker, it’s called a forced wager.

And then I asked her that if she were the winner, what would she want me to do for her, more than anything else that she could think of? She looked very intrigued by the proposition, gave it some thought and then gave her answer.

“If I win, I want you to do all the house cleaning and the laundry on a list of chores I give you for a week, and you have to cook me supper every night for a week.” she said, smiling deviously.

She caught me off guard, because this wasn’t the answer I expected, which I thought would have more to do with what she wanted me to do for her sexually. I should have known better, and I shouldn’t have made the mistake of expecting her to think like a man. I also should have known that she would anticipate my very male way of thinking, and as a woman she would be delighted by the chance to cross me up. The expression on her face was now mischievously smug and she was clearly quite happy with her comeback to derail my plans.

So I took a deep breath, and replied, “Now those are high stakes. But… you’re on. As long as you agree right now to what I want from you, if I win.” She rolled her eyes and said “And I’ll bet it has nothing to do with cleaning or cooking, because you already get that from me.”

“No fair!” I shot back. “You know I do a lot of that stuff for you. I help you a lot!” She stared back at me coolly and replied, “But you still don’t do as much of it as I do, do you… My bet is for you to do it all for one full week, and that means everything on my list that I’d normally do, including the seven dinners you cook for me too”.

I inhaled deeply again and staring directly into her eyes, I answered “Like I said, you’re on! Everything just like you said, you will get, IF you win. But now it’s time for you to accept my bet, which is that if I win, you are my sex slave for the weekend, and you must do anything I want from you… with only one reservation. You get only two chances to refuse, if I want something from you that is just too much for you. But… only two chances, and used only those two times for whatever it is that you can’t stand, which I can no longer ask you to do after that. But once you use those two chances, you can’t refuse anything else I want after that, for the rest of the weekend.”

She looked back at me with her eyes a little spooked, and said, “What you want is pretty high stakes too. How do I know you won’t come up with more than two things I can’t stand? Maybe I really need several chances to refuse, for me to be OK with this.”

“Nope.” I was quick to answer, “Two is all you get. We’ve been having sex for over 10 years now. By now I’d hope that you trust me enough to know that I’m not going to become the Marquis Du Sade and do terrible things to you. I’d hope by now that you know I love you too much, to ever want to do things that I know you’ll hate. No, I’m actually hoping you’ll enjoy being my love slave for the weekend.”

She smiled sarcastically, and said “Before, you described it as me being your sex slave. Now you’re calling it being your love slave… You’ve always been the guy who looks for better words to call the same thing, if someone doesn’t like what you’re talking about.”

“Well bedava bahis if you don’t like it, then we can just forget about the whole thing.” I answered, my irritation rising as I became annoyed that this was becoming a struggle instead of something fun that we could both enjoy. She was quick to notice my irritation, so she changed her direction.

“No, I didn’t say that. I’m just feeling like it’s a big step for me to give up almost all my control of what happens to me sexually. But I didn’t say I don’t want to do it, because now I’m saying that you’re on for the bet, and don’t be so certain that you’re going to win.” Her eyes suddenly looked playfully mischievous as she added, “If I were you, I’d start getting my cleaning supplies ready now! We’ll just see about who’s really gonna be the slave around here!”

I tried to not let my face look too devilishly pleased and excited as I went to get the cards. After all, we were about to play some high stakes poker!

I’ve always been very good at keeping a poker face and leaving no hint as to what I’m really feeling when playing cards. And I’ve won before with some skillfully played bluffs. She’s not as good at keeping her face emotionless as she looks at her hand and she’s not that good with bluffs either. But the better poker player can still lose if the luck of the game really turns against him and he can’t buy a good hand to save his life.

But this night, there was enough luck in the cards for me and though she played a very good match, she didn’t play well enough to win… She was busted, and now she was mine. But my strategy didn’t end with the cards… To begin as my love/sex slave, I would start by telling her to do things that weren’t that shocking; just unexpected… and enough to cause within her a curiosity and building anticipation for what she didn’t know might be coming next.

The strategy was to start out with things she could accept and enjoy, and get her to like this game. Then, as she got increasingly aroused with passionate excitement, I’d begin to ask her to do things increasingly more shocking to her sensibilities, but not so much that she’d recoil away from it.

We started with her standing in the bedroom while I lay stretched out on the bed, and asked her to slowly remove one article of clothing, until all my requests left her standing in front of me stark naked. It was obvious that she was already feeling aroused, with her pink nipples erect in the warm room, centered and pointing slightly up from her nicely shaped and very sexy breasts. As she felt my eyes visually caressing her nakedness, her eyes were now smoldering with a look of hot desire and a longing for something more…

My eyes traveled up and down her nude body, staring intently at all of her fully exposed nakedness, and as I asked her to turn very slowly around in a circle, my eyes lingered on those places that excited me the most.

Her ass curved attractively outward from her narrow waist in a very sexy shape, and her cheeks were round, firm, well toned and tight. Even fully clothed, it turned me on to look at the shape of her ass. But staring at her hot ass naked always started to make me hot and hard, and now was no exception.

When she turned to face me, my gaze traveled downward as I admired her dark brown triangle of pubic hair, that didn’t quite conceal her pouting pussy lips below. She kept her bush neatly trimmed on the borders, but still long enough to be soft and very sexy to my touch.

Then came the unexpected. I stood up… and asked her to get dressed again. She looked quite surprised and asked me why I’d want her to put her clothes back on. There was even just a slight hint of frustration in her voice, as it was clear that she had expected something far more exciting than being told to get dressed again.

I smiled with pleasure and told her that soon all would be revealed, silently enjoying my play on words. But she was quick to pick up on it, and sarcastically replied, “Well I guess that all will have to be revealed again!” It was all I could do to not burst out laughing, but I didn’t want to ruin the mood I was trying to create…

I wanted her to get dressed, but not in the same clothes. Instead, I asked her to put on my favorite matching pair of her black bikini panties and black lace bra. Then the black translucent stockings and matching black laced garter belt. I was having her do a striptease for me in reverse. Next were the black 4″ high stilettos for her feet, which lifted up and showed off her full and very pleasingly curved ass, and her long shapely and slender legs.

She was starting to look very hot and I was beginning to get quite turned on as I watched her. She knew it, and her eyes were sultry with desire again. I had her put on my favorite dress that I bought for her… deep blue and tight around her well shaped cheeks, but not too tight… just enough to show her off to any appreciative eye, including my own. Yes, that dress subtly emphasized casino siteleri the hot sexiness of her very alluring ass. On the edge of provocative, but not without class.

I asked her to spend extra time putting on her make up to bring out the true beauty of her hazel-green eyes, and the finely soft contours of her very attractive face. Then my favorite perfume, the one with the scent of wildflowers that she wears when we go out. I told her how beautiful she is, just how strikingly beautiful she really is… and how badly I wanted her, but not quite yet.

She asked me if we were going out. I said “Yes, we are going out. We’ll go out to our favorite restaurant. But… with one condition. You must remove your panties right now, and go out without wearing any panties under your dress. I want you naked and exposed down there. It will be our little secret.” I told her, my voice getting husky and deeper as my lust and arousal increased.

She paused briefly, with a hint of uncertainty in her eyes, but it quickly vanished as she reached down to pull up her dress, unsnap the garter belt and then pull her panties down and off. As she tossed her panties aside, we hugged tightly and kissed long and deeply. I could feel from the passionate urgency of her kiss, that she was beginning to get hot and excited by playing this game with me.

As we drove to the restaurant, my right hand slid my fingers under her dress, slowly and sensuously stroking higher up the inside of her thigh, but then stopped and traveled no higher. I wanted my fingers there as a reminder of the moist nakedness between her legs, and to tease her with anticipation, as she waited for me to move my hand all the way up to her sex. No, I thought silently, not yet…

Soon we were in the crowded restaurant and seated. Her face was a portrait of mixed emotions, caused by a relentless awareness of the nakedness between her legs in this crowded room, amongst so many strange men and women in public. She looked nervous and slightly embarrassed, but then her eyes would change to a look of heightened awareness and excitement, with a hot blush on her cheeks that wasn’t from her makeup, while the redness forming on her neck hinted at her increasing sexual arousal. But as she felt her rising sexual heat here in such a very public place, the nervousness and embarrassment would return. Followed again by even more arousal as she felt herself getting wet… And so her battle of conflicting emotions continued.

The waiter showed up, and she faked a relaxed and pretty smile as he took her order. But as soon as he left, I shifted closer to her side and leaned in close to her neck as I whispered in her ear… In a whisper audible only to her, I breathed into her ear that I was going to run my hand up under her dress, all the way up the inside of her thigh and then caress and massage her hot and moist pussy. Her eyes widened as she heard, and I held my breath, expecting her to use her first chance of refusal to stop what I now intended. But after a long pause, her eyes closed as she whispered back, “Do it.”

My own crotch was feverish with heat and hardness under the table as I stroked and massaged her there. I played my fingers gently and slowly around her clit and ran my finger tips up and down the wet slipperiness of her swollen inner lips, pushing between them, but not yet penetrating.

As her breathing became more rapid, she struggled mightily to calm the overheated look on her face and to not cry out loud. She tried to control the urge to twist and squirm her hips and thighs as she became more and more consumed with the fire now raging between her legs. She could not stop an involuntary visible shudder that shook through the length of her body. She prayed no one saw, as she struggled to maintain her composure.

She looked at me desperately and in an urgent and apprehensive voice, she spoke as quietly as she could, telling me that “Chris, I don’t think I can hang on much longer. If you don’t stop, I’m gonna cum in front of all these people! Everyone will know!”

I stopped the movement of my hand, but held it in place, then turned and whispered “Do you want to stop me with your first chance of refusal?” Her face was strained with powerfully conflicting emotions as she choked back “No!” “No, but please don’t make me cum in front of all these people! I’m getting too close Chris! I won’t be able to hold it back!”

I saw the fear and intense urgency burning in her eyes, so I slid my now wet and slippery hand down the inside of her thigh and out from under her dress. She slumped her shoulders down on the back of the booth and heaved an audible sigh of relief, looking like she didn’t care if anyone noticed… She didn’t care because she knew they wouldn’t be witnessing the peak of the terrible and wonderful thing that almost happened to her. She looked at me with her eyes brimming with gratitude and mouthed quietly “Thank you.”

‘Score one for trust…’ I thought silently.

She bahis siteleri was happily giddy for the rest of the meal, laughing and joking about the various men in the restaurant and how they’d feel if they knew what was really going on and what almost just happened so close by to them. I answered back that I thought “The men here would be very shocked if they knew, and then after getting over the initial shock, some might disapprove, but most of them would be jealous, because almost all of them would secretly wish that they were the man taking you home tonight.” She looked pleased as she giggled at what I said. And then I added “Of course their wives would all absolutely hate you, if they knew.”

“And that’s because they’d be the ones who are really jealous!” she playfully replied. They’d hate knowing what they’re missing, and really hate knowing how much their husbands would want me!”

I knew she was having fun and feeling really good about herself, after what even I had to admit was a pretty outrageous thing to do, but still an amazing and unforgettable experience for both of us. Even if she hadn’t begged me to stop, I already had planned to stop if she reached the point where she might orgasm in front of the entire restaurant. That would have been going way too far and she’d end up feeling really humiliated and hating me for it.

But no, this experience had gone perfectly, and just the way I had hoped for. In spite of the flood of intensely powerful and even frightening range of mixed emotions she had gone through, she came out of it exhilarated and happy. And I showed her that she could trust me to know when to stop.

After we left the restaurant and were walking towards the car, she looked around to see if other people were close by, and seeing they weren’t, she turned to me and exclaimed, “Oh My Gawd!!! I still feel sooo naked under this dress! Naked and still kinda hot…” she added, looking at me with suddenly seductive eyes. “So what do you do for an encore after that one, huh Captain?” she asked, playfully teasing me with a sarcastic but sexy tone of voice.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” I answered with a sly smile. “Get in the car, because I’m taking you for a ride!” She responded with a playful shriek and couldn’t get in her seat fast enough.

The whole way there, I had my hand up her dress, massaging and manipulating her sex with all the magic I possessed, to make her crazy with burning sexual heat. It was challenging to do while driving, but I still managed to get two fingers encircling and then stroking her clit, gently at first, but as she grew more aroused, I stroked faster and with more pressure. She was moaning and crying out, and as her moans and cries became louder and more frequent, I knew she was close…

Suddenly she came so hard that she wrenched her hips high and hard upwards while screaming out loud, then collapsing back down into the seat, still quivering, whimpering and shaking. And we hadn’t even arrived at the place I wanted to take her for the main event!

But we were there soon enough. I pulled into the large and empty parking lot of a college athletic field, where a couple nights ago I had noticed that in the very back, a few of the lot lights were out, making it dark enough for it to be hard to see a car there from the main road. Just as I did back when I was 17 years old, I looked around for cops and other cars that might have other people and potential trouble in them. Seemed like we were all alone.

She looked at me and laughed! “You mean we’re gonna make out here like a couple of kids? That’s the next big thing?” She laughed even more. But she grew quickly quiet when she saw me get out of the car and come around to open her door, dangling a pair of handcuffs…

She watched me with eyes now wider as I pulled her door open wide and pushed in on top of her. She gasped in shock when I roughly grabbed her with my arms around her upper body, twisting and turning her over so that now her back was facing me. I quickly unzipped the back of her dress and pulled down the front to expose her black lace bra. She gasped again when I grabbed both her wrists, pulled them up and quickly handcuffed them to the steel supports of the headrest on her seat, and then lowered the seat back so she was positioned for what I wanted to do to her.

I pushed a button, moving the seat back as far as it would go, to give me a little more room to move. I grabbed her waist and pulled her up with her knees pushed forward on the seat, so now her hotly sexy ass was raised up in front of me, but still covered by her dress. But it was dark in the car and I wanted to see her… As my overheated lust took control of my mind, I no longer cared about staying hidden in the dark, and I turned on the roof lights. She was now fully exposed in the light, and my view of her was worth the risk!

Kneeling close behind her, I dropped my pants and boxers, exposing my big throbbing and hard cock, as it spasmed up and down a couple times from contractions in my groin, and pointed directly at the center of her ass. I could feel her trembling on the seat, and briefly wondered if I had scared her enough that she was about to use a chance for refusal. But she remained silent except for her hard and rapid breathing.

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This is a fictional tale of a one night stand. When you finish the story, my hope is that you have enjoyed a sexy, playful good story. This is not about my wife, Gwen, but was written for her. She likes me to write her stories. This is one of them.

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Kath sat on the side of the bed contemplating her situation. Here she was sitting in her boss’s hotel room, midnight, with her blouse off leaving her only with her bra, skirt and thong panties on. Her shoes were tossed at the bottom of the chair where her blouse lay. He was in the shower getting cleaned up for what he thought was going to be a rest of the night sexual romp with her. How had she gotten here?

They were attending a conference together, at company expense, and had separate rooms in the hotel where the conference was being held. After the last session, he had invited her to dinner and then to the hotel club where they had drinks and danced to the live band. For months, he had been flirting with her and she had not encouraged him until tonight. He was a handsome man, well built, an attractive catch for any woman. But she had a little too much to drink, got caught up in the atmosphere, the music, the dancing with his hands on her body and his face next to hers, a gentle brush of the lips and, wouldn’t you know it, she had agreed to come back to his room.

In the room, he turned on some music and they continued to dance. He backed her up to the bed and lowered her down onto it and then began kissing and petting her. She was getting turned on and allowed him to remove her blouse leaving on only her skimpy bra, skirt and panties. His kisses had been planted on her face, neck, ears and between her breasts, even several kisses on her belly. His hands had gone up her leg and grazed across her panties. She had made the mistake of opening her legs just enough to invite him to run his hand a little firmer across her crotch. The second mistake she made was telling him that it felt good. It was then he told her he needed to shower and made her promise to still be there when he was done. So, here she was on his bed waiting for him to emerge. And, now, she did not want to be where she was. It was wrong for her for so many reasons.

But how to get out of this mess? She thought about getting up, walking out and going back to her room, which is what she knew she should do. But he was an important man in the company and her path forward largely depended on him. If she did walk out, he would not forget that and would hold it against her, punishing her in some way down the road. He could fire her. If he didn’t fire her, he certainly could hinder her progress upward.

Her head was clearing from the drinking and she knew this, she wanted out of there. But how could she wait for him to emerge from the shower and find a good way to say she needed to leave? If she waited for him to come out and then told him she was leaving, she knew he would be in all out full court press. He would not take her “no” without a fight and she was likely to give in and have a good and pleasurable time, regretting every moment of it later. She was in a tough spot.

The water turned off in the bathroom and she had just a few more minutes to decide on a plan. He would towel dry, get on deodorant, put cologne on his face and body, put a robe on and emerge ready for his robe to come off as well as rest of her clothes. She was down to the wire.

Two minutes later the bathroom door opened and out he came with the robe on with the front barely closed. The front V of the robe was open to below his navel and his tanned skin flat belly showed developed muscle. She swallowed hard and smiled.

“You know, I have been thinking,” she said. “I don’t want you to think I some cheap date, a one night fling, a free screw that you can just forget when you are done with me.”

“No,” he responded, “I would never think that of you. How could you think I could think like that?”

“It is pretty easy to think that,” she said. “It is from what you are teaching us all the time. You tell us that our clients see our value by the fact that they pay for our services. The more they pay the more they will value us and the more likely they will come back to us. You also are telling us that working hard to win their business is better for us. We will appreciate and care for them more if we have had to earn their business. You tell us it is that way in life as well. We appreciate and treasure the things we earn. You say things that are easy, cheap or free, are not respected or treasured by us.”

“What are you saying?” he asked.

“Well,” Kath replied, “Don’t you believe what you are telling us? That things that are earned we respect and treasure?”

“Yes, I believe that.”

“Then I think this night with me should be earned by you,” Kath said. “I want to go to bed with you but I do not want to be seen as cheap or free. I want you to earn me.”

“How do I do that?” he asked.

“I have a game for us to play,” she said. “You win the game and canlı bahis I spend the night with you. You lose and I go back to my room. Too bad for both of us.”

“OK,” he said. After a moment of thought he asked, “What is the game?”

Kath walked over to the table and picked off ten large purple grapes from the bowl of grapes on the table. She spoke, “You will stand here and I will lay on the bed dressed just like I am. Your job is to toss the grapes, one at a time, onto my belly trying to get all 10 grapes to land in my navel. You get all 10 grapes to stay in my navel, you win and I stay. If not, you lose and I leave.”

“No, way,” he nearly shouted. “There is no way I can get all 10 grapes to land in your navel! If I get only 1 to stay in your navel, you then stay.”

“No,” she argued, “You can get lucky with only 1. Anyone can get 1.”

“Then let’s split the difference. If I get 3 grapes in your navel you spend the night here,” he proposed.

“That is not splitting the difference,” she asserted. “The difference is 5. 5 grapes landing in my navel and you win.”

“Agreed,” he said. Then looking at the bed he added, “But, this is too far away. You have me tossing the grapes over 6 feet. I need to be closer. Say, 3 feet. If I stand here,” he said moving closer to the bed.

“No, back one foot. 4 feet is how far you have got to toss the grapes,” she said. “And, I can move around on the bed, trying to avoid the grapes.”

“Never!” he exclaimed. “I will never get one in if you can move your body around. You cannot move nor tilt your body side to side causing the grapes to roll off. Tell you what, you keep your body still but you can use your belly muscles pushing up and down and that is all.”

Kath thought for a moment. This was as far as she was going to be able to push him. He was showing real frustration and anger as it was. If she pushed him too far, he was going to get irate and who knows what he would do.

“All right,” she stuck out her hand, “Agreed. Shake on it. 5 grapes in my navel and I stay and we screw our brains out. Less than 5 and I am gone.”

He took her hand in hers and shook it. Kath handed him the 10 grapes and she laid down on the bed. He took his position 4 feet from her, leaning and reaching as far as he could, he launched the first grape.

Kath watched as the first grape left his hand arching gently into the air, reaching its zenith and beginning its short trek downward toward her. Remaining still she watched as the grape landed dead on bulls eye in her navel and stayed there without so much as a bounce. Kath’s head fell back onto the bed at the amazing amount of luck he had with his first toss.

“Shit!” she said.

He threw up his hands and screamed in celebration of the success of his first toss. He jumped around the room joyously celebrating as if he had won the Super Bowl. He was pumped. Excitement coursed through him and his face flushed with intensity of his victory.

“You still have 4 more to land, big boy,” she said defensively. She hoped that his excitement and exuberance may cause a little too much intensity and maybe he could not calm down enough to be successful with the next grape.

He took his position and Kath lay still on the bed. Her thoughts being “Please miss! Please miss!” He leaned in again toward her with the grape held gently in his hand and launched the second grape.

The second grape seemed to follow the same arc as the first and Kath’s eyes were open in horror as the second grape landed “kerplunk” in the dead center of her navel.

“Hot damn!” she thought. Her face wrinkled up and her head shook back and forth in total disbelief as to what had just happened. At this rate, he would get his way with her in only 5 tosses.

He, jumping around the room in celebration of his second triumph, Kath got up to recompose herself and to think through her strategy. What could she do?

“New rule, new rule,” he exuberantly yelled. “I get to eat the grapes that land in your navel right out of your navel!” She thought, “O, nuts, this is going to get really kinky.” She just shook her head giving in to his new rule and idea.

“All right, but nothing more than eat it. It is the least I can do because you are not going to win this thing. I have only begun to fight,” she said. Truth was, she had not fought at all. She had just laid there. Maybe deep down she really wanted him to win. She knew that spending the night with him was not in her best interests mainly because of work. Sure, probably a good time tonight but she also knew he would pursue her every day at work and that could not lead to a healthy atmosphere. And what if he was not a good lover but a real dud. Then she is stuck. No, she had to get out of this.

She lay back down on the bed, this time with a strategy.

He took his position, leaned toward her, extended his hand holding the grape and gently tossed the grape toward her.

The grape landed a half inch beyond her navel on her belly. kaçak iddaa She quickly pushed her belly muscles upward by tightening them and the grape rolled off her belly onto the bed. Her head fell back and she relaxed.

“Oh, no!” he yelled. “It could have rolled in if you had not pushed out your belly!” His head hung in despair at the failure to land the third grape. He buried his face in his hands shaking his head.

Kath knew she had to flex her belly if she were to get out of this mess. The score was 2-1, he led with 7 grapes to go. She calmed herself thinking that the odds were a little more in her favor and she was more confident that she could affect the direction of the grapes away from her navel. She was glad she had worked on her abs and that she could flex her stomach muscles as she could.

He launched grape .

He missed. The grape had no chance of going in as it landed long and to the right of her navel. It cascaded off her skin and onto the bed in one bounce. He had lost his focus and his touch. The score was now 2-2, with 6 grapes to go.

He was a bit despondent with the game tied. He was questioning himself. “Had he just gotten lucky with the first two?” he wondered to himself.

He walked around the room, poured himself a drink and thought about what he had to do to get his aim back. He looked at her belly. Was there any shape of her belly that he could use to allow the grape more likely to roll into her navel? He studied her. Her belly was flawless. Soft, tan skin. Smooth and gentle undulating rolls of muscle that contoured her belly beautifully. He could see the outline of her ribs and the flow of her skin down across her stomach stretching down to the slope to her secret parts that he wanted to unveil. Her skirt top was low enough that he could see where her legs joined her torso forming the valleys on each side of her lower belly. If he followed those valleys, they would lead him where her soft genitalia, hidden by her skirt and panties, waited to be discovered and revealed.

He took in a deep breath. This got serious for him, very serious. He was going to have her. He wanted her. He imagined her naked, completely naked, her legs spread and her body yielded so he could do all he wanted. His heart was racing and his manhood began to rise.

He collected himself and launched grape . This time it landed to the left of her navel and began to roll toward its intended target. But Kath had sucked her belly in and as it began to roll she tightened her muscles and pushed them upward hard. The grape stopped, reversed course and rolled down to the top of her skirt and stopped. Kath picked up the grape and threw it across the room and it splattered against the wall. She extended her arms upward toward the ceiling letting out a cheer of victory. She now led 2-3 with 5 grapes left. She was fairly confident now that he would not land any more grapes successfully. Her ability to control her abdomen made her a tough target.

He slumped into a chair. He threw a grape into the wall also and cussed. His desire for her was insatiable. He was now at a point where he could not tolerate losing. He willed himself to win. He imagined each grape landing in her belly and he eating it from off her and then enjoying the great feast of her body to follow the rest of the night. He wanted to engorge himself on her, she was to be his banquet. He stood up, picked up another grape, took his position and with defiance in his eye, took aim.

Kath had sucked in her belly planning on the same strategy as the last time to thrust her belly muscles upward forcing the grape away from her navel. But she was too late. The grape landed slightly short of her navel but rolled into her navel before her thrust upward could take effect. It was now in her navel and all the up and down motion of her belly could not dislodge it.

He jumped onto the bed and promptly let his mouth descend upon the grape. To brace himself, he put one hand on her far side and the other between her legs near the bottom of her panties. He bent down and took the grape in his lips, sucking it into his mouth and began chewing the grape with his mouth next to her skin. Her belly smelled so good and her skin so soft next to his lips. He leaned his forearm between her legs inward causing it to touch her panties and grazing her crotch. It caught her off guard and her nerves reacted with a soft hip grind against his arm. The touch of his arm felt so good to her. She sat up and pushed him away. It took everything in her to do it. The sensations that coursed through her were almost overwhelming but she knew she could not give in, at least not yet. She saw his big smile filling his face as he swallowed the last of the grape.

Kath had to walk around and calm herself down. If she did not get control of her physical feelings this whole episode would end in tragedy. She knew it. She could not allow herself to get out of control. She still felt the buzz between her legs and kaçak bahis his soft tender lips on her stomach. Good signs of a good lover, just not the right lover for now. She noticed the bulge protruding through his robe and she covered her eyes. She imagined a gloriously wonderful erect noble penis behind the robe and that thought did not help her one bit with her desires. She took a deep breath and climbed back on the bed. The sexual tension in the room had risen and she forced herself to not let carnal desire control her sanity of thought.

The score was 3-3, 4 grapes left.

Grapes 7 and 8 were way off target. Kath had watched and could tell that his trajectories were off. She held herself still not wanting to do anything that would correct his error. Both grapes bounced harmlessly off her belly and onto the bed. He was upset that he had missed but Kath could tell that his commitment to win had been emboldened. She felt he was more committed and that made him a dangerous adversary. She knew he could easily land the next two grapes and win this thing and her. What alarmed her was the bulge through his robe had subsided and that meant he was calmer and would be more focused on the challenge at hand. She would rather he be more antsy than calm. She would rather he be thinking about bedding her than sticking the grape in her navel. She knew what she would do if the next grape found his desired destination. She led 3-5, 2 grapes left.

Grape 9 landed on the edge of her navel, like a golf ball rolling around the edge of the hole. Kath pushed her stomach upward as hard as she could but after rolling nearly a full circle around her navel, the grape fell into her indention. One would have thought that he had just sunk the winning putt for a Masters’ win as he jumped, whooped and shouted his victory. He took the whole bottle of booze and put it to his lips and chugged several swallows down. Then he turned to her and dove into her stomach to eat his grape. He buried his face into her belly taking the grape into his mouth. As he chewed, he plowed his face across her stomach letting the motion of his chewing lips caress her skin. He sucked her belly skin into his mouth and planted kisses all across her abdomen.

To Kath, it all felt so good. But she could not let herself be carried away. What she was about to do would be dangerous beyond imagination.

“Please, stop for a minute,” she said. “I am hot and getting sweaty. I need to cool off.” She got off the bed and walked to the table, took the bottle of booze, placed it to her lips and took several big swallows. It burned all the way down but she needed it to prepare her for what she was to do next.

“Would you help me take my skirt off? I’m too hot.” She did not wait for an answer. She fell forward onto the bed and with her backside to him asked him to unzip the back of her skirt. He did so.

As he straddled her legs to reach the zipper, she bent her legs at the knees and brought her feet up to his butt. She bounced her heels off his butt and then pulled them between his legs and against his testicles. He had unzipped her skirt but did not try to remove it enjoying the stimulation between his legs. She lowered her feet and rolled over onto her back. She told him to pull her skirt off.

He stepped back, grabbed the bottom edge of the skirt and slowly pulled it down. His eyes followed the skirt as it slipped down over her hips, the front of her panties came into his view, then her upper thighs and then her inner thighs as the skirt continued its downward descent. When the skirt came off he stood still and looked at her. All she had on now was her bra and almost sheer panties. He starred. Her panties had sunken into her and the crease of her womanhood could be outlined. He could see a small dark patch of what he assumed was a small tuft of hair above her clit. He was transfixed.

Kath thought, it was now time for the show. She stretched herself out, her arms reaching above her head, her legs stiffening and her feet pointing. She held the stretch for long seconds and then spread her arms to her sides and parted her legs as she continued to stretch herself. He was now looking straight down the barrel of her spread legs and open thighs exposing the hollow of her legs. Her vaginal lips pushed against her panties outlining her opening. She held the position while she continued to stretch. Finally, she gathered herself and retook her position on the bed.

She looked at him. His eyes were wide open. His heavy breathing caused the sides of his nose to flare. He was shaking a little. She looked down and his penis was fully erect and had emerged from the robe’s opening. His was a magnificent steed, tall and stately. She closed her eyes. What she had done was a terrible and cruel thing to him, but if she was going to get out of this mess, it had to be done. He was now terribly distracted and his hands shook. He was where she wanted him.

“Let’s do it,” she said. “Time to go for the gold or go home. Throw that thing!” She lay back on the bed, braced herself for the final toss.

He closed his robe a bit embarrassed and took his position with the last grape in hand. With the score 4-5, he was one grape away from a night in paradise. Grape

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