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A Good Cure for Boredom

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How It All Began.

I’d noticed the first signs of boredom creeping into my life maybe 6 months earlier. An inability to really relax. Finding no enjoyment in the usual pastimes that had until recently satisfied me quite nicely.

I was irritable with my husband, Alex.

Of course, he’d not noticed anything wrong. He just carried on with the routine of his daily life. Work, food, some T.V, and very rarely sex. Even that was boring me now.

Up until recently, I’d still made an effort in the bedroom. Trying to please him as a wife should, and, sometimes, actually managing to cum while he was inside me. Though I did have to lend a helping hand…Or finger, to make myself orgasm. Rubbing my clit hard as he thrust himself Into me. It was a race to see if I could finish before he spurted his cum up inside my pussy.

On the nights where he finished before me. I waited until he fell asleep before I crept into the bathroom and played with my pussy, fingers covered in his sticky cum as I made myself climax. I’d also noticed that I kind of preferred it that way.

My climax was always stronger and lasted longer and satisfied me in ways that I didn’t get from sex with Alex.

I’d started spending more time during the day on our bed, knickers off and legs spread wide as I fucked myself. Fingers at first. Then with anything I could find around the house. The handle of my hairbrush was good, but not really thick enough.

My favorite recently was a nice, thick banana. Such a cliche I know, but fuck, it always did the job for me.

We now had bananas added to the weekly shop every week.

I spent far too much time choosing which bunch to buy when I went shopping too.

Once, I’d had another woman giving me a knowing smile as she added some to her own shopping basket, giving them a good squeeze to check the firmness.

I bet she couldn’t wait to get home and try one out. I wished I’d spoken to her. Two bored housewives, comparing the size of our bananas. The length, the thickness and whether a straight one was better than one with a curve. I preferred a slight curve, and thick, rather than too long. But I was always willing to take it long if the mood took me.

It really depended on what I’d been reading. Or, much more recently, been watching on my laptop. I’d found a way to prop it up so it was in the ideal position so I could watch the action while pleasuring myself. Sometimes I liked to be quite rough with myself and then it would always be the biggest of the bunch. I’d fuck myself deep and hard, imaging being taken by some stranger or more than just the one. Two or three was good… Sometimes willingly. Sometimes not so willing.

It didn’t take long before I decided I needed to do something to help relieve the boredom. I was getting so frustrated. I was enjoying the videos and stories, pleasuring myself daily as soon as Alex left for work. Within minutes I’d be on the bed, laptop open to the latest videos that I’d added to my favorites. I was pretty wide-ranging when it came to what I watched. I was currently watching a lot of videos where the woman was outside. Usually, it involved her being approached while walking alone. One or two men would start chatting to the woman before taking her off into some woods, or sometimes a field where they would soon have her kneeling sucking their hard cocks, tits hanging out so they could be squeezed as she sucked.

I always enjoyed watching her being stripped naked and made to spread open her legs wide to be fucked. I was usually, by this point, rubbing my clit. As soon as the cocks started fucking her, I would slide a nice, thick banana up my pussy, fucking myself faster and faster as the action continued. I loved seeing the woman being turned over so her asshole could be fucked. Watching as a cock forced its way inside that tight little hole was wonderful. The sounds she made as her ass was used turned me on even more. Hearing her pleading or screaming was just so fucking good.

When that happened I was groaning with pleasure. I would imagine that I was the woman in the video. My eyes closed as I fucked myself, the sound of my wet pussy as it was fucked sounded so fucking dirty. I felt such a slut too.

Then the moment when I started to cum. I would groan, moan and scream as the waves of pleasure ripped through my body. My legs would be shaking as I climaxed hard. So much better than Alex could ever make me feel.

So there I would lay for a few minutes just enjoying the beautiful feeling, wishing I was the woman from the video. I wanted what she got. Even the anal- something I had very little experience of- I would do, given the opportunity. I might have to be forced to take it, but that was fine too.

I had joined a few of the sites where I watched my videos, but I never really got involved with anything other than watching the videos. I was still a little scared of chatting or messaging other members. I’d had plenty of messages when I first joined, I’d pretty much ignored them. The amount had slowed down now so I was surprised to see bursa otele gelen escort the icon highlighted again.

I almost ignored it. I’d initially had loads of messages that always seemed to be asking for pictures of my tits or pussy. Something I’d never done, and was still finding difficult to even think about doing! Maybe one day I would take some pictures and let others See my naked body. Tits, ass and pussy were fine but not my face. I wasn’t that brave.

I was too shy to show myself online, even though I did find the idea of doing it quite exciting. I wasn’t yet a cheating wife, not yet, I was still faithful to Alex, so the thought of showing my naked body to another man felt like a step too far. Yet.

Anyway, I decided to open the message to see what it was about.

I was surprised to find the message was polite and well written and was asking for a chat. No mention of pictures either.

I sent a quick reply, thanking the sender for the interest. I explained I was shy but may be interested in a friendly conversation.

I was quite excited. This was something quite new for me, but I was very bored, and more importantly, I was currently feeling extremely satisfied. I was still really wet too.

Slipping the banana back up my pussy, I could enjoy the feeling of being penetrated, nicely filled as I just lay on the bed.

What a good picture that would be. I’d shaved my pussy the night before, and it was so smooth, and totally bald really. After I shaved it I spent a few minutes sliding my hand over my bald mound. It felt so different from my usual hairy pussy.

I should really use my phone and take a quick picture so I could see what my pussy looked like filled up.

My lips were spread by the hard fruit that was currently filling me perfectly.

I saw another message had arrived. That was quick. It looked like someone was keen.

The message was quite short, just asking if I liked to chat and if I did, did I like to talk dirty, or just have a general conversation about anything I wanted.

Now that was a question. Dirty or not. I was feeling aroused again so why not have some fun.

I sent a message back. Dirty, please!

This was new to me. I felt so dirty doing it, I didn’t know where this was going to go. At least I could just log out if it turned out to be a terrible idea.

I needn’t have worried, the messenger who said his name was Michael, or, Mike if I wanted, was quite polite. Asking me what I’d like to be called?

I sent back Joy. Not my real name but it would do, my real name was Laura, I did quite like the sound of Joy though.

Then he asked me where was I, at home, at work?

I told him I was at home. Adding, in my bedroom, on the bed!

He liked that. I thought he would have his cock in hand by now, stroking himself slowly.

That’s perfect, he replied. And are you wearing anything or naked?

I answered him. I have on a skirt that I have pulled up, no knickers on, and my legs spread wide open. All true!

Things went quickly from there on. He told me what he wanted to do to me and what I had to do for him. He went into detail, describing each act beautifully and graphically. My pussy was getting fucked again as I read all this.

He seemed happy with my very short answers. Typing with my left hand wasn’t easy, my right hand was already busy! I thrust the banana right up my dripping hole, clamping my muscles around the hard skin as I went at myself hard.

I was really getting off on this dirty chat. He was filthy really. Calling my pussy a cunt among other things. It wasn’t a word I used very often, but at that moment it was perfect.

He told me I was just a slut for him, a fucking dirty married slut who wanted rough fucking. I was all of those things at that moment. I was close to cumming again. The last message had me over the top.

He was going to spurt his cum up my asshole, My dirty, tight fuckhole and I love it. Like a good slut would. How I was begging him to do it.

The thought of being taken like that and feeling his hot cum spurting in my ass had me moaning as I started to cum. I ended up a shaking, wet mess. I was lying in the juices that had leaked out as I’d fucked my pussy. I was supremely satisfied with my first online dirty chat.

He said we could do it again whenever I wanted.

If he saw I was online, he’d message me and we could play some more. Yes, we can do it again, I replied. We said goodbye and I closed my laptop.

Wow. That was different for sure. I liked the way he seemed to know what I wanted to have done to my body.

Was this cheating? I didn’t really care. I wanted my needs satisfied. If that made me a cheating slut I could live with that. It was just harmless fun after all.

I should have known better. I was 38 years old, not some gullible teen girl.

That really was the beginning. Things would have continued in much the same way. I would soon be doing far more than just messaging though.

It was by chance, that bursa rus escort a few weeks later I came across an article in the local evening paper that Alex sometimes bought. I rarely bothered to pick the paper up. It was just advertisements and local news that I wasn’t interested in reading. Today was different. I was reading about residents near a large park on the outskirts of town who were complaining of the lewd behavior happening most days and nights.

It seemed that women were being propositioned by men while using the park. There were some parts of the park that were quite heavily wooded. It was these areas that the residents claimed were being used for sexual activities during the day and at night.

It seemed the residents weren’t very happy.

I, on the other hand, saw an opportunity for fun, real fun where I might be able to find a cure for my increasing frustrations.

I’d decided to do some shopping that week. In town, rather than just in supermarkets. I never set out to go to one particular shop but I ended up there anyway.

I remember looking around to see if there was anyone I knew about, before quickly entering.

I took a deep breath and started to wander around. There were so many sex toys, some I didn’t even know what you’d do with them. I was looking for a nice dildo. The banana had served me well up until now, but I was fed up with eating the damn things.

I soon found exactly what I wanted. A nice thick cock with veins running along the outside. It looked real, it was quite soft on the outside too and it was flexible. It didn’t vibrate, I didn’t need that. My fingers would be quite capable of pleasuring my clitty while the dildo filled my pussy…Or my cunt as I’d started to think of it.

I’d had a few more chats with Mike, he always preferred me to say it was my cunt rather than pussy.

One chat had explored a fantasy of mine, he’d almost made it a story really. I hardly contributed anything as he told me how I’d be used by a group of men.

He’d set it in a wood where I was walking alone. I had on a short skirt and silk shirt. No bra so my big tits would be swaying as I walked. Soon a group of young men had surrounded me. The comments were getting more and more graphic. One of the group took my hand and led me towards the woods, I struggled, but I was soon forced down onto my knees. I watched as they all unzipped their trousers and I had four cocks waiting to be sucked. My head was grabbed as the first cock was pushed into my mouth. Being told to suck it. One after the other presented their hard cock for me to taste. I did all of them, sucking and licking each in turn. My silk shirt was unbuttoned, freeing my tits for them to grab. My nipples, hard and ready, were pinched and pulled. Then I was turned over so I was on my hands and knees. Ass in the air for them to fuck. But they wanted me face down on the ground, legs being pulled apart as the first climbed between my legs. I was soon being fucked as I struggled against them. I ended up being fucked by all four of them. My skirt pushed up so they could all watch as I was fucked in both holes. One by one they took my cunt and asshole. Cheering as each one shot his cum inside me.

I’d loved the whole thing. The way he described each act was perfect, I could close my eyes and imagine it happening to me.

My favourite part was the very end that Mike had written. After they’d all fucked me, I was left in the dirt, naked, legs still wide open with their cum dribbling from both of my holes.

It was now saved for future use. I’d fucked myself until I was sore and still I carried on. Fuck, Mike had really surpassed himself that day.

While I was browsing in the shop when I saw some butt plugs. Some were just huge but I saw a small one with a bright red stone set into the end. On impulse, I decided to buy it, my ass needed stretching if it was going to be fucked. I’d already decided that all my holes needed to be available, and this would be a perfect way to start. I was still surprised that I’d already accepted in my head that I was going to offer my ass up for someone to use. I’d tried it a few times and never particularly liked it very much. The first time my then boyfriend did it to me, it did hurt, but it did get easier. He was always trying to stick it up my ass. I did it to please him, more than enjoying it. He’d never cum up that hole though, preferring to shoot his load over my face. I quite liked that, the feeling of his hot cum splattering all over my face. My mouth was always open too. I’d watched plenty of videos where the girl took a cock straight from her asshole into her mouth. I wasn’t sure about that though, I’d have to work up to doing that.

I could have spent an hour just browsing but I needed to get home so I could try out my new dildo, maybe I’d slide the cold steel plug in my asshole while I used my new toy on my very wet cunt.

I was glad it was a girl who served me, I think I would have been blushing otherwise. The girl was smiling as she put my toys into büyükçekmece escort a bag. There was no escaping the fact that they were going to be used on my holes, or someone’s holes at least.

As I drove home my mind went back to the newspaper article I’d read a couple of weeks before. Lewd behavior was what I was thinking about. I’d already decided I was going to cheat on Alex, but opportunities to do so were thin on the ground.

I’d already run through all the men I knew, most were friends of Alex. So maybe not the best of choices. There were a couple of his friends I would definitely enjoy fucking. They were married though, not the best choices for my own first infidelity.

The park was drawing me to it, It was as if I was being pulled towards it.

A stranger would be so good. Just find someone there who would fuck me. I wouldn’t be all that fussy either. Young or old wouldn’t matter, as long as I ended up being used, that would do for me.

I decided to go there and check it out. Now, before I changed my mind.

I didn’t intend to do anything right then. I wanted to have a look around, and get the lay of the land. It had been so many years since I’d last been there. I’d been a teen I think. I remembered going with a group of friends and ended up drinking cheap cider. I was sick afterward, and all I could taste as I puked was the cheap cider. I still hated even the smell of cider, even now.

I parked my car in the car park provided for users of the park and sat watching the people walking about.

There weren’t many people that I could see but there were quite a few cars parked around me. If nothing else I could always try my new toy. I’d unpacked it and it was now resting in my shoulder bag.

I got out of the car and started heading towards the trees where apparently the lewd behavior had been taking place. It was a good 10-minute walk to reach them. I noticed how quiet it was. Mostly just the birds singing, the odd dog bark now and then. I could see how it would be perfect for some dirty fun.

My cunt was already soaking my knickers in anticipation.

I left the main path and followed a smaller one that led up into the trees. Once inside I only had to walk a few yards before I couldn’t even see the main path. I was totally secluded from the rest of the park.

I carried on, walking a bit further, I was amazed at how private the wood had become. I left the path and pushed further in. I wanted to play with myself, I needed to cum, and now I’d found the perfect place. I also need to pee.

I looked around one last time to see if I was still all alone before pulling up my skirt and dropping my knickers to squat. I sighed as I pissed, my legs were getting splashed as the stream puddled between my legs. Oh well, nothing I could do about it now. I gave my bum a shake to get the last drops off my cunt before pulling my knickers back up. I would slide them to the side when I started using the new dildo. I knew I would cum quickly. The situation and the cock I was about to use up my cunt had me so wet.

I leaned against a tree, and my skirt was pulled up again. This time I tucked the bottom into the waistband. Reaching down, I dragged my knickers to the side. The cool air on my exposed cunt was so good but not as good as the feeling of my new dildo going all the way up me. It was a little awkward but I soon had the cock fucking my cunt hard and deep. So different from the feel of a banana, I was groaning, softly at first but getting louder with every thrust inside me. I climaxed quickly, I was panting now, it was so good.

If nothing else I thought I’d be back here again. The feeling of the cool air and the chance of being seen was adding to my pleasure. I’d always enjoyed sex outdoors, not that It had happened that often.

I thought it was the fact I was outside, but God it was a good one, I kept doing myself hard until I’d finally finished. Pulling out the dildo that was now covered in my creamy cum. I rubbed it across my lips before sucking it into my mouth to be licked clean.

I’d never had any problem tasting my juices, sucking cock after being fucked was something I’d do with no complaints. Most of my sexual partners had always enjoyed it too.

I pulled my skirt back down, brushing some bark from my bum where I’d been against the tree. Satisfied I was presentable I started to walk back to the path.

I’d had no luck finding a man to have me today but I’d be back again. I’d remember to dispense with my knickers next time. I’d be wearing my jeweled plug too. I could hardly wait to see what it felt like to have it stuck in my tight little hole.

I drove home with a smile on my face. I’d thoroughly enjoyed myself, my knickers were soaking wet, proof of my satisfaction.

I went upstairs as soon as I got home. My knickers were soon off as I examined the butt plug. I’d forgotten to buy some lubricant, so I ran down the stairs into the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of olive oil I poured a little into a small container. It would do the job.

Back upstairs I slipped my skirt off so I was naked from the waist down. I coated the cold metal with some oil before dipping a finger in and got it nicely coated too. I rubbed my oily finger around my tight hole, it was a strange sensation but quite pleasurable. I pushed the tip in so I got some of the olive oil inside

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I usually stay at the Hotel Del when I do business in San Diego. I like it because it is a gorgeous old pile right on the beach, with a great pool and some restaurants where you can eat and listen to the waves. But I hadn’t been there a while. One visit during the pandemic had been positively sad.

Usually I didn’t actively look for company or go with pros while I am there. Most trips are in and out to seal contracts, and lining up some in-and-out was usually too much trouble. I wasn’t really hurting for it. I have an FWB back in Boston, but I prefer the friendship part as much as the benefits.

It was a blustery night near Christmas with the weather coming off the ocean. A mostly full moon was highlighting the whitecaps as the wind knocked the tops off the waves. Might be a good day tomorrow to rent a wet suit and a board and do some surfing if the contract negotiations in the morning went smooth.

It was pretty late and I was having a nightcap in the bar. Funny, I’m not the kind of guy to knock back liquor late at night. It churns my gut and keeps me awake. But the chill made it a good time for having a couple of fingers of Wild Turkey and listening to the piano and the wind whistling in the eaves.

I was ordering my second and popping some peanuts when the barmaid said with a wink, “This one’s paid for, by the lady in the corner.” Now this doesn’t happen to me much; not because I am an ugly mutt. I work out a bit and there is only a tiny bit of grey at my temples. But I don’t encourage it. Maybe I don’t have that ‘hungry wolf looking around for prey’ vibe. And I had already told one working girl to go away. So.

But the lady in the corner had bought me a drink. Might be a lonely old broad, traveling saleslady, or spunky old divorcée who liked her sauce; or one of a gaggle of giggling gals who sometimes put each other up to such tricks.

I turned and looked and I couldn’t really see her because the corner was dark; but the general impression was a reasonably attractive woman with long red hair. What the fuck. I took my bought drink and went over to thank my patron.

Nice surprise. Up close the lady could have been Poppy Montgomery’s sister. From the “Unforgettable” series. We’re talking a very attractive woman in her mid to late thirties. Maybe some tiny smile lines at the corners of her eyes. Creamy skin. Beautiful carved lips that shaped nicely around her martini glass as she sipped. Smoky grey bedroom eyes. And wonderful curves, revealed but not flaunted. Wow.

“You bought me a drink.”

“I did.”

“I’ll be blunt. I don’t hire professionals.”

“I’ll be equally blunt. I’m not a professional, but I am interested in sex.”

“Just like that.”

“Exactly like that.”

“Okay. And you want to know if I am eligible and willing.”

“Sort of. I also need to know if you … qualify.”

“Whoa, interesting. I know that a lot of women these days have nice high standards. My nieces whine that there are so many lazy slackers out there. But somehow I figure you mean something different.”

“Uh huh.” She sipped her drink and held my eyes with her own.

“And yet I figure you aren’t auditioning life mates here in a dark bar. Hell, you already said you wanted sex.”

“That’s right.” She held up her left hand. “You see, I am happily married, very happily married, with three gorgeous kids, to a real prince of a man. He is a hard worker, good job, attentive father, helps out around the house, gets along well with my parents, listens to me whine, loves me to the moon, and is very attentive in bed.”

“But…”

“Yes. There is that.” She sipped again. “Why would I be here, doing this, with you, if everything was perfectly satisfactory, in the sack as it were?”

“Exactly. So I’m assuming sort of a Lady Chatterley’s Lover sort of situation.”

“Sort of. But my husband is not an invalid; and I indeed have three children, so penetration and ejaculation have occurred, and we didn’t even need petri dishes or special chemicals or centrifuges and any of that.”

“But…”

“Yes, but…even though my lovely husband is so attentive in the sack, and has talented fingers and a magic tongue that can take me to the moon, he lacks the one thing I have discovered I need to be a sane lady.”

“I can guess, but I’ll let you say it because it’s more exciting that way.’

“You’re ready for a little excitement? I was hoping you were.” Her hand was stroking my leg and she knew how to do it. “And you might be wondering why I risk this with a complete stranger, and whether maybe my husband is hanging out somewhere and likes to watch…” She was quiet for a moment.

“You just thought of doing it that way and the idea is intriguing…?”

“Yes, but I can’t figure out how to work that yet. It might break up a very wonderful marriage. Or add a creepy element we would come to regret.”

“And this doesn’t? He doesn’t know you are here?”

“No. I don’t think so. I’m supposed çukurova escort to be at my sister’s. My sister knows, and understands. She’s willing to help. She knows it is important to me.”

“Well, this seems to be a bit more than a tipsy lady getting a quick lay for…variety. You have set some … standards.”

“I do. I have particular needs.”

“Maybe I should say, ‘thanks, no thanks. I don’t slap women around, or do dangerous breath play, or …'”

“None of that. I just need one thing that my husband doesn’t have. A big cock. My husband is small, very small. I love absolutely everything else about him. But starting on our wedding night…we were old fashioned…saving ourselves for each other…I didn’t really know…about him. And he didn’t know I was already spoiled in more ways than one. See, the previous summer I had gone to one of those summer league baseball games. And it was a gorgeous night, and the boys in their tight uniforms were so beautiful, and our team won, and the catcher was a friend of mine, and we sat in the stands and smoked … and I was so so horny. And he kissed me on the neck and rubbed my nips through my tee shirt in such a fun, puppy dog sort of way…Wow. Yeah.”

She signaled the barmaid for another couple of drinks. I insisted on paying this time. “So we found ourselves under the grandstands and I was sitting on his lap… and damn…he was big.” She was quiet for a moment, looking down at the table, and her breathing was getting heavy. “I rode him until I came, and I had never come like that before, and it was huge, just took me out of myself.” She was stroking my leg kind of unconsciously, but with some enthusiasm now. “But after it was over I realized that that didn’t mean I was in love with that guy. I had already met the man who is my husband, but…is all this TMI? You probably figured, ‘Quick lay, no strings…'”

“No. I’m enjoying your story. Even if we never get in the sack it is making my evening very interesting.”

“Will you tell all your friends?”

“No, but I sometimes write erotic stories for an online site, and others might enjoy the tale if I change some things, like where we are, and which actress you resemble.”

“What the fuck.”

“Exactly.” Her hand was touching more than my leg and I could feel a frisson of excitement in her fingertips. She looked at me with a quizzical smile in those ‘Poppy’ lips and saluted me with her new drink.

“You might be what I need.”

“But?”

“Yeah. I’m not looking to cheat on my husband. Wow, that sounds stupid, ’cause… But see, I don’t want to fall in love with anyone else, or even play at falling in love. Really the only thing that my husband lacks is this.” And she squeezed my cock. “But unless I know it will scratch that particular itch, the itch I that was scratched when I made it with Manny under the bleachers…”

“I get it. So there is no really reason for us to go up to my room only to find out… well…meh…or even ‘nice, but ordinary.'”

“Exactly.”

“So how do we…?”

“I blow you under the table.”

“Really?”

“Yep. I did it twice tonight already. Those guys didn’t qualify. I’m pretty sure you qualify, but I need to be sure…. pretty weird, huh?”

“Kind of. Good that these tables have nice long table cloths.”

“Yup, why I picked this place.”

“So maybe this isn’t the first time you have done this…like, before tonight.”

“No. It’s my holiday gift to myself. I can get by on four times a year: a week before Christmas, Easter, July Fourth, Halloween. I visit my sister, or sometimes some trusted others.”

“So you kind of really need this?”

“I do. I tried skipping it a couple of years ago. I turned into a mean momma bear. So. Required therapy. A smarter solution might be a well-endowed friend with benefits, but that could get …”

“Involved.”

“Right. And now I need to get under this table and suck you off. Or just suck you if I can spend the night, or if you only can get it up like once a week or whatever…. But you seem young enough to go at least ….”

“I think you lucked out in more ways than one. I have been told I have quite a bit more than enough…and some lovers have been pretty worn out by the time we got to the wee hours.”

“What I thought, so, okay I think it’s time …”

I noticed she had brought a little cushion which she now dropped to the floor. She touched my hand. “Can you scoot over there in the corner of the booth? It works better with the leg of the table if ….”

“Well, sure.” I scooted while she slid remarkably gracefully onto the floor. In an instant she was invisible but positioning herself between my knees. I felt my zipper slide easily down and cool hands fumble into my fly.

“Good…boxers, much easier than briefs. Still, I can’t…oh yes, here he is. Come here, you beauty. Oh yes, I think this will do just fine if it stays like this and doesn’t …much too soon.”

I dalaman escort felt her hot breath on the head.

“Oh goodness, this could even be…a challenge.” Her lips stretched around it. “Mm. Mmmf.”

I tried not to cry out. I’m sensitive there and I am not always quiet in the sack. Not a sack in sight. Even my own was hidden and pressing against my zipper. I was happy the zipper was plastic. But it didn’t matter all that much because my new friend with benefits was hungry. Her lips were tight, partly, because I met her specifications and filled her mouth. She also sucked as though she truly wanted to suck all the semen out of me.

Fortunately, nobody else much was in the bar. I tried to seem as relaxed and nonchalant as I could, resting my arms on the back of the booth. I couldn’t smoke; but I could sip from time to time from my glass.

At one point I caught the eye of the barmaid. This was not a woman who traded in subtlety. She had a big head of wavy dark hair, bold eye makeup and bright red lips. She had a full bosom trapped in a tight top with impressive cleavage and a very short leather skirt that flattered her curves over well-pack thighs in dark tights. She gave me a smile and made the drink sign and questioned me with her eyebrows. I nodded.

I closed my eyes and gave in. Poppy’s twin under the table was very much trying me on for size. Little by little she was pulling the head deeper into her mouth. I was still coming to full size and she could feel as my crown stretched.

“Here you are.” The busty barmaid leaned across the table and plunked down two large glasses of seltzer on ice. Could it be an accident that I could see most of her breasts? “You know, I know a lady sometimes needs to thin out her drink a little so she doesn’t get too tipsy. Rinse her mouth, freshen her breath for her companion. And maybe, in a bit, when she comes …back from her…ablutions, I can bring some tall cold ones, on the house. My compliments.”

A strange neverland; the floral scent of the barmaid as she swayed away, the romantic chords of the piano somewhere over there, the hush hush of the waves in the distance, very tiny moans and liquid sounds coming from under the table. That inevitable energy building in my lower back and beginning to concentrate in my balls. Almost ready. I was breathing like I was running a short race. Trying to keep my mouth from gasping open.

I must have closed my eyes and gone to nirvana for a bit because I ‘came to’ with the barmaid jostling my elbow.

“Here you go. Give it a try. Customers say it has just the right balance of bitter and sweet. Not too hoppy.” She had one knee up on the banquette so I could see thigh up to there and a firm breast was pressing in to my shoulder. Vibrations were coming up through me from my new friend down below, and she certainly wasn’t silent. The barmaid insisted I drink, a finger under the bottom of the glass, tipping it up. She had a glass of her own. Saluted me and drained it. Licked her lips with a wicked grin. Held my hand as I drank. She knew I was sure to spill; because I was about to spill.

Poppy’s twin had me deep in her throat now and she was tugging at the base of my rod, urging me to give it up. I put down the glass just in time. I lost it. Not too very loud, but still; I emitted a groan that echoed across the bar. No one to look up. The barmaid mussed my hair; planted a wet lipstick mark behind my ear. Gave me a wink and headed back to tidy up the bar.

“Closing time,” she whispered.

I lay back on the banquette and panted a bit as I felt my shrinking rod get tucked back in my trousers and zipped up. After a bit, Poppy’s twin was next to me and sitting up as if she had just reached down to pick up her napkin.

She had picked up her napkin and now was dabbing bits of slick from her lips. Smiling, she spotted the glass of seltzer and drank it down. Dipped the napkin in my seltzer she daubed at some messy spots on her jacket and blouse. Saw the glass of beer and took a good pull at that, foam lining her upper lip. She smiled; a cat enjoying the last of a dish of cream.

“Uh, thank you. That really hit the spot. And the beer was good too.”

“Courtesy of the barmaid.”

“Oh, Melissa’s a sweetie. She has helped me out before.”

“Is that so?”

“Uh huh.”

“So. Did I pass muster?”

“Indeed you did. And I could be a good girl and say I accomplished my mission. Except I haven’t. Oh I got off a little there under the table. But, no, I am far from having scratched my quarterly itch. In fact, I am getting distinctly itchy just thinking about what that nice big engine of yours can do to get my motor cranking. In fact, I’m it a bit of a hurry, so can you please take this…”

She put a blue ovoid pill on the table-top. “…because, young as you are, maybe you can stand at attention just fine in a few minutes, but I want to be absolutely sure you are ready and willing. darıca escort So, please, bottoms up.”

I took the pill with the last of my beer. Maybe I could have skipped it because her boldness was already stirring action in the basement.

“Your room?”

“My room. Do we need to go there discreetly in two shifts? Anybody you know here?”

“Only Melissa. Otherwise, I am far from home. And though I am wearing my ring, and you are wearing none, who we are is nobody’s business. Shall we go? Tab’s paid and Melissa’s tipped. Oh, and call me…Daisy and I”ll call you…Babe. OK?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

We cuddled our way toward the elevator like lovers on a romantic night out. I was still a bit lightheaded from losing my load at the table and the pill had not quite kicked in with that mild fluey feeling, and the woman I was with was a stone fox. It would be good to see more of those curves.

Once in the elevator she whispered into my neck, “I am so tempted to drop to my knees and blow you again right here. And I would even love it if some old gal, or honeymooners or another traveling salesman got in while we were here just going at it. Jeez, I’m getting marshy just imagining….” She cupped my balls and nibbled my earlobe. The pill became unnecessary; but it would be useful to keep going for a while and I really wanted to take my time.

We didn’t explode onto the bed; but there was no place more important to go. Still, I made her wait a little as I carefully removed her silk scarf, sliding it sensuously off her neck. I slowly unbuttoned her linen jacket and took my time drawing the silk blouse over her head; enjoying the sight of damp circles under her arms from her noble efforts in sucking me off. I did not remove the lacy deep pink bra until I unzipped the rust colored dacron slacks, drawing them off her sturdy thighs and well-carved calves and slim ankles. I noted that the seam that had lain between her legs was darkened with her own moisture.

It was rewarding to see her with her legs in the air, the matching deep pink lace scanties with a dark patch of moisture just there, so wet that some of the sheen of her honey had seeped through. Ordinarily, this would tempt me to strip off the damp cloth and dive into the wet garden underneath with my mouth. But that was not my job this night, though I envied her husband this pleasure. Still, I wanted her naked. So I rolled her over and unclasped the bra; letting loose the full melons. Her nipples were magnificent, thick and dark, but surrounded by that lighter almost transparent flesh and then circled by a dark ring, beginning to pucker with excitement. These I would taste as I took her.

I dragged the damp panties off her hips as she giggled helplessly. A beautiful muff, well-groomed so that there was a wonderful mat of chestnut curls above circling ruddy lavender bare lips below, already a very messy with her excitement.

“I want you on top first. That way you can find your groove and I can suck on your nipples until you scream. Okay?”

“Okay.” She was kneeling on the bed now, a little nervous, a little curious as I stripped off my suit. I wasn’t in a hurry. I was willing to put on a show. I keep my abs pretty tight, and my ‘guns’ well toned. A sprinkle of fur across my chest and a dark ‘treasure trail’ from my navel to my lightly groomed pubic area.

When I finally dropped my shorts Daisy’s eyes lit up and went soft. Her mouth moved. Her legs were restless. I think she appreciated the way my rod perks up at an angle, and thanks to her sexy bod and a few chemicals I was fully at attention. In fact, I was so hard that it stung, the way it sometimes does, and I dearly wanted to ram it deep inside her and churn. But first, her party.

I positioned some pillows at the head of the bed and lay down next to the eager kneeling Daisy. Both her mouths were watering.

Seeing her brows knit, I knew she was puzzling about which way to face.

“Face me first, please. I want to see your face as my cock goes into you. And, like I said, I want to handle and suck on your magnificent tits. I know they are your husband’s babies. But I need to eat them to get all the satisfaction I need. Deal?”

“Ummmm. Deal.”

She was figuring out what she was going to do. She could have flipped a leg over me, jammed down on my rod and started riding hard. But she wanted to savor this special night. So she actually stood up on the bed with a leg on either side of me and slowly lowered herself into a crouch with her puss just above my perky cock. She was ready. She was literally dripping on me.

Three kids hadn’t spoiled the elegance of her vulva. In fact, it appeared delicate and tight. Now normally I enjoy a woman with a lot happening there, lots of meat to eat. But this was going to be interesting.

She took me firmly in hand and lowered herself until I was just grazing her damp lips. She scrubbed me against them. Electric. She did it again. My balls clenched. For a little while she used me to rub her clit in little circles. Her mouth was open and loose as she did this, a tip of tongue on her lower lip. Her breath was harsh and jerky. Then she began to drag the head up and down from clit to taint, getting wetter and wetter.

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Big Tits

**My stories are a little different than most. I do not use characters; we are the characters. You and me. Imagine I wrote this story with the intention of sending to just you for the sole purpose to paint a picture in your head of what we could do…Which this is coming from my male perspective as in scenarios I would be doing these things with a woman**

The second you walked in the door I would scoop my hands under your ass and pick you up, kicking the door shut. You would wrap your legs around me and pull me in close for a kiss.

As I stumble our way to the bedroom, we would have our hands all over each other. I would be trying to get your top off and bra undone while you would be trying to get my pants undone. Once we get near the bed, I would toss you away from me and onto it

With you laying in front of me I’d reach down and quickly undo your pants and with one quick motion I’d pull your pants and soaked panties off, tossing them far away. With you laying there close to the edge of the bed breathing heavy I would quickly kiss my way down one of your legs. Starting at the knee and as I got closer to your pussy I would be biting.

Since taking it slow isn’t even an option right now I would skip the teases and go straight to pleasure. Kneeling down with you on the edge of the bed my tongue would go straight to your clit. Flicking back and forth gently at first but building up as you moaned louder.

At this point my favorite view would still be blocked, cause your damn top would be on!! I’d still have my tongue flicking on your clit and swirling circles all over your dripping pussy…but I’d reach up and grab your wrists pulling you into a seated position on the edge of the bed.

I’d have both my hands slide your top up and off of you, so you’d be fully naked in front of me. Once again, çorlu escort I’d throw your clothes out of the way. I would slide both my hands up your waist and to your chest. After quickly groping I’d shove you back down on the bed and continue focusing one getting you off quickly.

With you moaning loader and grinding into my face I’d slide two fingers inside you. My tongue would still be flicking on you but now I’d start to suck some. All while sliding my fingers in and out quicker, gradually making my fingers cube upward and giving more pressure to the tender spot inside of you.

After only a few more moments of doing this I could feel your legs start to pinch down on my ears and your fingers squeeze on my head. You’d start to shake, and I wouldn’t slowdown in the slightest. You’d finally have to push my head away from you so you could recover for a moment.

As you are laying there shaking and smiling at me I’d decide it’s my turn for some enjoyment. My hands would push you further toward the middle of the bed. I’d rip off the remaining clothes I had on and then climb onto the bed over top of you. You’d pull my face close to yours and kiss me, even licking around my mouth to taste yourself.

A few passionate minutes later I’d push your legs apart and climb between them. As I reach down with one hand I’d grab my pulsating hard on and rub the tip on your still drenched pussy. After making sure it was nice and wet I’d slide inside. Thrusting all the way deep inside of you, it was almost impossible not to get off right away.

I would try to take the pace slow at first to keep from cumming but you would be rocking your hips and speeding things up as much as possible. One hand would be holding me up and the other could be wrapped around your neck squeezing tighter the faster you were grinding çorum escort on me.

When I felt myself getting closer to getting off I quickly pulled out from inside you and forced your knees up to your ears. To help myself last longer I’d once again burry my head between your legs. Thanks to you getting off once already you were already very tender. My lips would lightly brush over every night between your legs. Then I’d pull back just far enough to blow and send shivers through your spine.

My lips would wrap around your clit again. I’d quickly start sucking in and flicking my tongue back and forth again. This time trying to get you off as fast as possible. Hearing you moan and seeing you wriggle would be even more of a turn on for me. This time I’d have my hands slide up your waist and straight to your breasts.

My fingers would tightly squeeze down and then pinch your nipples. Pulling at them just hard enough to make you whine slightly. Seeing you enjoyed a little pain I’d then focus my attention to delivering a little with my mouth. I’d bite onto one of your lips and pull away until you made that same noise.

As I alternate between sucking, licking and biting I would draw you closer to getting off I’d switch back to inflicting pain. When I finally decided to get you off I’d reach up with one of my hands and grab onto your hair. My lips would once again be wrapped around you clit sucking while my tongue worked as fast as possible. I would want to see your back arch so I would pull hard on your hair forcing you to bend upward while your body started to convulse from the orgasm.

Hearing you scream out my name as you cum would make me please you even more. A few moments later you’d push my head out of the way again to give you a moment to breathe. To help cool you down I’d blow çukurambar escort on your wet pussy again to watch you shiver one more time. Now I finally wouldn’t feel like I was about to cum in two seconds I would want to get back inside you.

This time I’d roll you slightly over to your right. I would lean forward and have my lips kiss your neck down to your shoulder. My left hand would reach down softly run my finger tips along your lower back, across your butt and down the back of your left leg. When I reach your knee I would cup my hand behind it and push it ahead giving me access inside you again.

I would have to reposition myself a little lower and behind you. With how wet you are this time I could easily slide in. You’d clench down on me a little at first since you’d be sensitive from just getting off but after a few soft thrusts your grip would loosen.

My left hand would hook behind your knee again bringing it up closer to your chest. My hand would slip under your leg and grab firmly on your neck. With every thrust I would push up harder against you. We would be scooting our way up the bed until your head was hitting the head board.

This time I wouldn’t be able to contain myself. I’d lay more of my body weight on top of you, pinning you down. We could tell each other was getting closer to cumming as we would go faster and move our bodies in sync.

Right as I am about to cum both my arms would be wrapped around you and squeezing tighter and tighter. My mouth just inches from your ear moaning louder with each stroke. Right as I start to get off I would bite down on your ear and pull back. My breathing and shaking in your ear would push you to yet another orgasms.

As we both forced through a few last strokes the pleasure would get to intense and we’d have to stop. Laying there, wrapped up in each other and breathing heavy we’d share another kiss.

I would mention we move the fun to the shower…since you still needed one after working all day!! Helping you to your feet we’d head towards the bathroom for a little more “good clean fun”.

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Cosplay

“I can’t believe you two.”

He was standing over them, face stern, eyes hard, arms crossed. They stared back, frozen where he had found them.

It was Friday, but a lazy day. They had slept late, had a leisurely breakfast. He had some errands to run, so he gave his kittens some tasks and told them he would be back in a few hours, and they could go into town that evening.

Of course, he had just gotten into town when he realized he had left some papers he needed at home. Damn. So, he had to turn around and drive back.

He had been gone about forty-five minutes. Since he was only going to run inside and back out, he parked in the driveway rather than the garage and entered through the side hall. But when he passed the door to the kittens’ playroom, he stopped short. Those little minxes, he thought. They were active, but definitely weren’t doing their chores.

The playroom, as they called it, was large and airy, with plenty of light. The French doors opened onto the patio and pool. To one side was the large, comfortable bed the kittens shared when they were good. Against another wall were the two cages for when they weren’t. Their food dishes were side by side nearby, although he had let them have breakfast in bed with him this morning. There was a sofa, a low table, and boxes for their toys and other belongings. The kittens had a double bathroom, with large vanities for doing their hair and makeup, and plenty of closet space for their clothes, not that they usually wore any in the house. The temperature was kept perfect for them, and the thick carpets made it comfortable for them to crawl around as well as walk.

He watched them now as they played. Taco was lying back on the sofa, Churro half on top of her. They were kissing languorously, one of Taco’s hands was reaching up to Churro’s breast, the other in Churro’s hair. Churro’s hand was rubbing Taco’s pussy, making her squirm. Then Churro moved down onto her knees on the floor between Taco’s legs. Taco’s head arched back–her red collar clearly visible–as Churro began licking her clit, sucking on it, and running her hands over the glistening lips. From behind, he had a perfect view of Churro’s ass and tight, pink pussy. How well he knew those pussies. Churro’s had a dense, musky smell and positively gushed when she was aroused. Taco’s scent was lighter, sweeter, and her clit was a little more exposed. They both fitted so tightly around his cock. Yes, he knew every bit of those pussies, just as he knew every other bit of their delectable bodies and–more important–the cues and words that could bring them maximum arousal.

Something else he knew, he thought as he watched them, were their mouths. Those lips and tongues. He had taught them to suck, and lick, and swallow, and now they were experts at pleasing his cock. They could lick fast or slow, kiss gently or suck hard, lick or fondle his balls. Though they couldn’t quite take every inch yet–Churro was ahead there–they were close, and when he gave them his cum, they lapped it up eagerly.

As he watched, Taco, raised herself into a more sitting position, lifting Churro by the black collar that matched her hair. Taco cide escort reached down beside the sofa and picked up a blue vibrator, one of the stronger ones. She reached it up her mouth and sucked on it, then brought it down between Churro’s legs. It could have them both cumming in minutes, he knew, but right now he wasn’t going to allow that. That was when he stepped into the room and spoke.

Now they were staring at him, panting with arousal heightened by fear. The vibrator was buzzing softly in Taco’s hand.

“When I give you chores to do, I expect you to do them.” They knew not to speak.

“Taco,” he said, “I told you to practice your blowjobs. Using your dildo.” Taco lowered her head, but still looked up at him.

“And you,” he said to Churro, “you were supposed to shave; you let your pussy get prickly. And you both were supposed to tidy up your playroom.” He didn’t have to look around at the scattered clothes, dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, and other playthings he had gotten them.

“Come here.”

They jumped up and stood side-by-side, hands behind their backs, eyes looking down. Damn, he thought, they really are fine.

He reached down and grabbed a wet, dripping snatch in each hand. “Who do these pussies belong to?”

“They belong to you, Daddy,” they said in unison.

“That’s right. They belong to ME. And whose permission do you need to touch them?”

“Yours, Daddy.”

“Apparently you need to be reminded of that.”

He put a hand on the back of each of their necks and walked them ahead of him into the front hall. Here was a long table, currently bare. He stood one of them at each end and bent them over, facing; their breasts and bellies pushed into the cold surface. Their faces were inches apart. “When you get in trouble together, you get punished together,” he said. “Hold hands.” They reached out and grasped each other’s hands.

He rested one hand lightly on Churro’s back, at the base of her spine. “So you just couldn’t wait to play with my pussies,” he began, brushing his hand up Churro’s back to the back of her head, leaving a trail of goosebumps. He trailed his hand over Churro’s hair to Taco’s, then down her back in the same way. She squirmed minutely, but that was all. He came to the middle of the table and grabbed a handful of hair in each hand. He turned their heads enough so he could see their faces, full of trepidation and…yes, excitement. The shuddering breaths, the blush that told of the throbbing in their pussies. They knew they needed a lesson. They were eager for it.

He let go of their hair and moved to stand behind Churro, her round, luscious ass quivering. “Churro,” he said.

“Yes, Daddy?”

“Are you a naughty kitten?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Smack. His hand landed on her left buttock, and she yelped. He followed with one on the right. “Why are you a naughty kitten?”

“Because I’m a whore.”

“That’s right.” Smack, smack. “And whose whore are you?”

“I’m your whore, Daddy.”

“Then say so.” Smack, smack.

“I am Daddy’s whore,” she said with each pair of smacks. At first, she kept her eyes closed, gripping Taco’s hands, çiftlikköy escort but after a few rounds she opened them, looking at Taco with bright eyes, and panting hard. Daddy saw it. “Do you want to kiss her?” he asked.

“Please, Daddy.”

“You may.”

The kittens leaned into each other and kissed as they held hands, interrupted by Churro’s gasps as he finished the set. When he was done, he rubbed Churro’s red, sore bottom gently. He slipped his hand between her legs to her pussy and found it gushing, as he knew he would. She moaned. “Are you going to be a good whore, Churro?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Are you going to let Taco play with my pussy without permission again?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Good girl. But you let my pussy get prickly, so I am not going to fuck you from the front. Stick my pussy out for me.”

Churro raised on her tiptoes, arching her back and presenting her throbbing slit to him. He removed his pants, freeing his proud, solid cock. He stood behind her, placed his hand on her right shoulder, and placed the tip of his cock against her. Then he entered her, smoothly and fully. Churro moaned and leaned into Taco as he fucked her rhythmically, keeping her on her tiptoes and rocking her with his motion, filling her completely. In a few minutes he came, flooding her with his cum. As was his habit, he held himself all the way in her as his last spasms subsided. Then he withdrew, leaving her flushed and panting.

He walked to the other end of the table, trailing his hand along their backs like before. Now Taco was the one with nervous anticipation in her eyes. He began the same, weaving his spanks in between his questions. “Taco,” he said.

“Yes, Daddy?”

“Are you a naughty kitten?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Smack, smack.

“Why are you a naughty kitten?”

“Because I’m a slut, Daddy.”

“That’s right.” Smack, smack. “And who are you a slut for?”

“I’m a slut for you, Daddy.” Smack, smack.

As alike as the kittens were, they had individual quirks that he was careful to accommodate. Taco, although usually better behaved, took a firmer hand when she stepped out of line. Even now, as he punished her, he could see the slight grin on her face that only began to fade as her cheeks developed a pink glow. Soon enough, though, she was gripping Churro’s hands just as Churro had gripped hers minutes earlier. They still kissed, in between pants and moans. And when he checked, Taco’s pussy was as wet and pulsing as Churro’s. He stood back to look at them.

“Are you going to be good kittens now?” he asked sternly.

“Yes, Daddy,” they said together.

“Taco, are you going to let Churro play with my pussy without permission?”

“No, Daddy.”

“And how are you going to thank me?”

“I need to practice my blowjobs, Daddy.”

“Come here.”

Daddy guided Taco from the end of the table to the floor beside it and gestured for her to kneel. He stood in front of her, hands on hips, and she obediently began fondling his balls and cock, which was again rock-hard. She licked the tip, then began taking it in working back and forth, sometimes turning her çınarcık escort head to the side and licking down the entire shaft. He stood, eyes half-closed, while Churro, still bent over her end of the table, watched the muscles in his back and ass hungrily. Every dozen strokes or so, he would grab Taco’s hair and hold himself deep in her soft, warm mouth an extra moment, then release her to gasp and return to her rhythm. In seeming no time at all, Taco felt his belly muscles clench and his scrotum tighten, and he released his hot flood down her throat. She swallowed it all, careful not to lose any, and like before he held himself in place until he was completely drained. She licked him softly, then rested her head against his upper thigh.

“Both of you, go to your room.”

They dropped to their knees and crawled to their playroom. He followed watching the sway of their bright-red asses. He ordered them to get up on the bed as he settled himself in the armchair. “Show me how you want to play with my pussies.”

The kittens knew he loved to watch them. They stood on their knees on the bed, kissing passionately, their hands on each other’s breasts and hair. Churro–generally the more aggressive one–pushed Taco onto her back and went back down between her legs where she had been when he had surprised them. In no time, given how primed they were, Churro had Taco in a frenzy, thrashing on the bed until her moans became a scream that announced her orgasm. They collapsed together, panting, until Taco sat up, clearly prepared to reciprocate.

“That was very good,” Daddy said. “I think Churro deserves an extra treat. Use the strap-on.”

Without hesitation, Taco picked up the harness with the orange dildo attached–one of the toys they had left lying around–and slipped it on. Churro lay back, and Taco began with slow strokes that quickly became pounding, holding on to Churro’s hips. Churro’s eyes were half-closed, her breasts bouncing. Damn, he thought again, I am the luckiest man in the world.

“Make her cum,” Daddy said. Without changing rhythm, Taco reached down and pressed Churro’s swollen clit. Churro howled with pleasure, her breathing hard and ragged, and lifted her hips into Taco’s strokes. After a moment, they collapsed together again, spent.

He waited a few minutes until they started to stir, then stood up. “Excellent.” He looked down at them with love and pride; they looked back, disheveled and adoring.

“Now clean yourselves up, and then tidy your playroom. When you are done, get in your cages and stay there until I get back.” The kittens hung their heads and crawled off to their bathroom.

He went to his own bathroom and dressed, then left for town again, remembering the papers he had needed earlier.

When he got back home, he didn’t look in on the kittens. He knew this time their room would be clean and they would be where he had told them. He put away the things from his errands, took off his shoes, stretched, and sat down in the middle of the large couch in front of the equally large TV. In the playroom, he heard them, knowing that it was now safe to do so, come out of their cages and crawl into the living room. They knelt at the end of the couch, licking their paws; after a moment, he patted the cushion beside him. They climbed up, one on each side, and lay their heads in his lap, purring contentedly as he stroked their beautiful hair.

“My good little kittens.”

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Amateur

My job at the BigBox store had been lackluster for quite some time. As a backroom retail supervisor, I was just tired of the beige color, beige feelings, and beige people. It was a constant drone of people looking for the same thing over and over again. Deep down, I wished I could go to some cosmic big box store and talk to someone like me about what I needed - but I didn’t know what I would ask for and couldn’t figure out where I could find it.

Not that I ever had made the time to look; my life was work. I had been working there for so long I had inevitably made my way up the backroom food chain; backroom associate, backroom lead, backroom shift supervisor, and now backroom lead supervisor. My path, like everything else, was predictable.

I filled my life with work-17 hours per day. Beginning at 7:30 am for morning shift prep, then jumping in to do some paperwork on incoming inventory, lunch at a breakroom table, then out to prep the noon shift. After I’d take another pass at inventory leaving the BigBox, those “clearance” items that no one bought were shipped back, another breakroom meal, then out to prepare the third shift team.

At first, leading teams was exciting. I had prided myself on being able to give directions for unpacking and hanging merchandise quickly and efficiently while coaxing the surly teens I had once been to get the merchandise ready for consumption. But eventually, it too, became a formula, and the excitement of management became one long, blunted drone.

The first shift backroom team was my favorite. They were older, adult men and women. They made little small talk as English was rarely their first language and were just happy to have a job and be left the hell alone. At precisely 8:15 am the shipping receipt would be ready, all the crates would be laid out for the inventory check, and these wise old souls would wait patiently for this young early-30s supervisor to do what he felt like was the most important work ever. I imagined their past far different than mine, they probably knew at last one good friend who had been taken during the night by police, or crossed a border to freedom, or had to suffer from hunger as food was scarce where they lived. And yet they still watched me patiently, roughing it through my fourth ice coffee … waiting for me to finish the check so they could hang and roll out the inventory throughout the store departments.

In contrast, the remainder of my day was motivating the younger workforce. Being a nanny to the whining and crying of 17 - 20-year-olds and the drama that continuously inhibited their lives, preventing them, like me, from pursuing anything worthwhile.

It wasn’t long into my supervisor career that my frustration and lack of motivation flowed down. Does any of this really matter? I would ask. Next year, are you going to remember what they said? Will you remember why you tried to impress that person or what it got you? Deep down, I understood other problems were just too big; the world was essentially dying, the sea was running out of air, entire countries were going hungry, no one is courteous anymore. How does being surrounded by canyons of lamps, food, toys, pots, pans, and clothing make any of that real? What is it that a 20-year-old can worry about? How about just deal with what the hell Justin meant last night when speaking about Alex, or better yet, how many hours do I have to clock to get promoted? I chose the second question and others of its kind to fill my days. Addressing the clutter of these unimportant questions prevented any meaningful actions - or relationships - of any kind.

What made relationships more difficult was I was caught in the middle of the age groups. People in their early 30s just were not doing this kind of work. They were pursuing real jobs with big salaries and limitless days off at big companies or ambitious start-ups. I was that strange character that employees would see day in and day out. Before they started, while they worked there, and would ‘drop-in’ and say hello after they moved on. They probably made up stories to justify why I was there. It wasn’t something I could explain myself.

Of all the backroom people, one small woman, Muriel, had seen some shit. I knew it. She seemed to take everything in stride, a big load that was late, a small load that was early, people clocking out sick, people not showing up, rushes, droughts, confusion - nothing flustered her. Even my constant reprimanding her for catching her smoking a cigarette on the loading dock didn’t move her to emotion. I’d say my piece, and she’d regard it with quiet nods and slow, maternal blinking. I’m going to pretend to respect you - the slow blinking nods would say. Then she’d simply shuffle back inside and do the most thorough job unpacking and restocking I’d ever seen.

It was this quiet diligence that promoted her to the backroom shift supervisor. It wasn’t long before other quiet women, all with the same steady quietness, began showing up on her shift. I suffered a double impact caddebostan escort of knowing she’d be moving into my job soon and that I realized I didn’t care.

The evening after Muriel’s second promotion, I got really drunk alone in my apartment. My place was far away from where my old high school friends lived. It was affordable only because the town lake had been negligently filled by raw sewage, turning it into a state joke.

My life had been a steady path of meritless, predictable growth, and limited gratification. Worse, at some point, I called my career my life and my life my career. Either one could be described as moderately challenging as the games I’d play on my phone: small rewards to keep me feeling I was accomplishing something, then after hours of play realizing not a single hour of harvesting corn and beets on a farm, matching colored balls, or making a chicken lay more eggs affected my life in any way. How long had I worked there after college? Six years? 12 years?

But in my self-pitying despair, I was restless. Being released from my job presented me with a field of dense unknown. I dreamt of facing the foggy wall and the emptiness which would consume me and from which I would tumble forever. This impending fear of doing so kept me from drinking any more and forced me to sleep instead of burning through the night with endless hours of repeat binge-watching.

Instead, I dreamt of arriving downtown to my city’s Italian Quarter. I walked through its maze of streets filled with expensive brownstones and quaint street lights until arriving at a serpentine street winding uphill and dotted with small unique restaurants, each offering different cuisine. I felt happy at seeing the choices - but awoke before I could explore them with a mouth as dry as leather.

The next day, I called in sick. A difficult act which I embraced as my symbolic liberation from a career of easy choices.

I couldn’t blame or rage against anyone but myself for what I had done. I did it because it was easy - and I’m human. I couldn’t rage against myself because I’d quickly run out of beer money.

So instead, I would follow my heart, which I realized wouldn’t be easy, either. I decided the first easy not easy thing would be I’d buy myself a meal at the Italian Quarter as I was about to do in my dreams. And I would do it alone. Hell, if I could do what I saw in my dreams, what else would I be able to do?

Throughout the day, I fought the overwhelming sense what I was doing was unnatural and as dumb as laying down on a highway in rush hour. The illogicalness of it screamed in my head, so much so I’d steady myself and yell back. Thank goodness I was at home during these arguments.

Me: But you’ll be alone! People will laugh at you!

Also Me: Why? I’m just going to buy and enjoy and meal! Like everyone in the whole world does. There’s an entire industry built on people going out for dinner.

Me: You’re a fool! A damn fool! People from work will be there and they’ll recognize you and see how lonely and what a loser you are!

Also Me: I have a point there. I was lonely. But I’m going to go anyway. Maybe I’d meet someone.

“For one?”

The maître’d about my age with deep sad brown eyes and beautiful curly hair and teeth spaced a bit too far apart, smiled and showed me to my table while letting me know under her breath she was short-staffed and would be waiting on me herself very soon. It was still early for dinner, and many tables awaiting the first round of diners.

Gratefully, my table seemed to be made for one. It was nestled into a corner and faced a small section of the window so I could ignore the romance happening behind me at the other tables and busy myself with looking out into the street and traffic going by. I patted myself on the back. I had made it to the restaurant. I looked good. I felt good. Hell, I think I even smelled good. I was here. My insecurities’ seethed in the back of my mind, waiting for something, anything, that would make me self-conscious and inhibited once again. For now, the city was bright and happy, and I reveled in the opportunity to people watch.

I am reasonably sure that the happiness over my personal accomplishments came out in my thanking the pretty maître’d for the menu. I seemed a bit too happy. But she laughed a little and smiled sheepishly. I felt a zip of electricity at how pretty her face was and how her eyes sparkled. She may have blushed slightly at the silly man who listened engrossed to the evening’s specials of a flaky mozzarella and funghi panzerotti appetizers and frutta di mare with either linguini or farfalle pasta. Her face broke into a smile as her lovely round hips swiveled and wound through the small tables as she walked away.

The deliciousness of peeking at her over my menu, watching her move, and command the room filled me with a devilish enjoyment. I could never have done anything like that at work, and now here I was in a dark restaurant, flirting with can escort an absolutely beautiful woman.

“Will anyone be joining you?”

And she was back. She caught me daydreaming - about her.

“No, I am here alone.”

“Ah, a fortunate teller told me I would meeting someone who would be dining alone.”

“Really? Is it me? Any details?”

“Many people dine here alone.” her voice was touched lightly with an Italian accent. “I would not be so quick to jump into my dreams.”

“Mine, too - I mean mine, either.”

“Would you like something to drink? Wine?”

“Yes, I’ll have a red wine.”

“A red? A red. That is what you want?”

“Yes, do you have any? I don’t know, are there particular kinds?” My mind flew to the shelves at the BigBox stores, panicking that I had never, ever took the time to read the box the red and white wines came in.

“You are not the person the fortunate teller told me about.”

“Sorry? I’m sorry. I guess that’s ok? Do you have a recommendation for a wine?”

She didn’t leave immediately but sized me up as if to confirm whether I was some joke. I hadn’t thought there could be any worse moment than her telling me that I was not the man in her fortune - but her stare was.

“What do you like to.. to eat? to drink?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” she reprimanded.

“No - really - I…”

The table. The short, squat candle. The savory smell of food coming from the kitchen. This tiny sanctuary of a moment so separate from the world I hated released me to be not the beige man I was. I could smell good, eat alone, flirt, and, now, I could confess.

“I really don’t know what I like. Last night, I had a dream of coming here after knowing - knowing, mind you- that my path of a lifeless retail job was coming to an end. I never explored, in all the time I thought I was living, what a panzerotti was or the difference between linguini and farfalle pasta and that hopefully, hopefully life is not a path like a series of hoops to jump through but more like this street, a series of choices, a dance, and I choose the next steps. And that would like what I found. Wouldn’t that be nice to know?”

My naked, bloodied, bruised soul lay draped, sticky and wet flopped across the small table-for-one between us.

Her expression softened from the hard pierce, and she regarded me a moment longer, then she turned and walked away. Her hips swing between tables filling with couples capturing my breath once again.

Panic filled my throat.

Getting up and running out of the restaurant made absolutely perfect sense.

My heart broke at the thought of never coming back to this restaurant, to this street, perhaps even to this city –

A generously filled wine glass was placed in front of me. The wine, in the candlelight, was a lush, deep velvet purple.

“This one is good,” she said. “Try it.”

I drank it with the intent of washing away the burning embarrassment and shame of recklessly trusting anyone ever again with my raw fear. The wine filled my mouth; it’s essence firing my senses.

I saw grapes, fat, deep, and purple, hanging from a rich green vine wet with morning dew on a rocky countryside in Southern Italy. I saw her, my waitress, in a simple, pretty white linen dress, a colorful scarf binding the tumbles of hair from her happy face. Her skin blushed and glowing in the early sun from light perspiration of the morning harvest. She pulled the choice clusters from the vine here and there, placing them gently in a basket. She turned towards me, her face radiating with love and contentment. In the horizon behind her, over rolling fields divided by ancient stone walls, I saw a sea of the warmest, most welcoming blue. I tasted its salt on my lips and saw an evening with her and me laying together on a broad, colorful beach blanket. We lay warmed by a fire, our lovemaking hidden by the sound of gentle waves crashing against the soft sand shore.

And then my head it the floor.

Wine poured across my face, burning the insides of my nose and eyes and sending gentle rivulets through my hair. I heard the tinkle of glass bowl breaking nearby, my hand still futilely holding the glass stem.

My free arm, which had once raked across the wall in an effort to catch myself, flopped across my eyes, attempting to soak up the small puddles of wine in pooled in my eyes.

I caught a hazy glimpse of her now above me, in complete shock. Her hand rested absently on my shoe, now my highest point as I lay on the floor.

“I’m so sorry,” I bleated, “I can pay for…”

“Are you OK?”

“Yes, of course, I can get up. Oh, boy.”

“Use the bathroom. It’s right around the corner.”

Mercifully, she ignored the tables of people craning to get a better look. She swung an arm around my waist and ushered me carefully to the bathroom before returning to the upset chair and table. At each table we passed, I apologized profusely to the couple.

To make matters worse, çanakkale escort the bathroom was occupied. I jingled the knob to discover it locked. I looked down to notice my shirt was stained with the wine. How much had that wine cost that I wasted so much of it?

She returned with hands full of wet, red-stained dishtowels from cleaning up the spill. There was a trace of a smile on her face. Her expression had warmed slightly during my destruction.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Is the bathroom locked?”

“Yes, occupied.” I stupidly tried the knob again to prove it to her, angering the female occupant to yell out in protest.

“I’ll take the tables, Diana.” said another young waitress. “you can take him to the storeroom in the back to get him cleaned up.”

The store room’s shelves were filled with plastic containers and cardboard boxes. I noticed the names of the different restaurants on the street scrawled on each in marker.

Diana. I thought. So now I could make a genuine heartfelt apology.

“Diana? I am really sorry about the wine - about everything.”

She threw her arms around me. I felt her breasts press against my chest. Her mouth mashed against mine.

Her lips were delicious. Salty. Savory. Hungry. Her passionate kisses moved my mouth as her fingers raked through my hair, sending tendrils of electricity through my body.

“It’s true,” she whispered in my ear. “You are true. It’s all true.”

“What is?” I whispered back, my arms wrapping around her body, hungering to keep her close to me, molding her to me.

She rolled my left earlobe in her mouth, and my knees buckled.

“My fortune teller tole me there would be a scimmia, a silly man who would come today and make me happy.”

“You said it wasn’t me.” My head still swimming from the gulp of wine and an empty stomach. “life is a dance, she said,” Diana gazed hard into my eyes “and she said ‘I choose the steps and everything would be ok.'”

“Like what I said?”

“Yes, what you said. What I felt. I choose you. It may be crazy, but this is what I want right now.”

“Me too.”

She stood back, and in the unpainted concrete storeroom with floor to ceiling shelves, filled with the mustiness of potatoes, vegetables, and cardboard, she pushed me onto a box wrapped in canvas.

She untied her waitress apron and flipped off her black clogs, revealing thick, ornate wool socks. We both giggled nervously as she wiggled her toes.

I caught my breath as she peeled off her tight black pants, revealing her shapely legs, toned thighs, and black lace panties.

“You are beautiful, Diana.”

“Take your pants off, silly man.”

I fumbled with my belt, having never, ever been with a woman in these circumstances and never with a woman like this. So bold.

My senses were on fire. The dampness of the room, the concrete dust, our breathing, cantaloupe, carrots, and tomatoes in their boxes. The clatter of the restaurant nearby, the world of the city outside.

She pulled off one of my shoes, then another, then yanked off my pants.

“Take those off as well,” she said, pointing to my underwear.

I did so, never having been proud of my size, far smaller than the gargantuan apparatuses that stoked women to insanity on the pornos I viewed during my “me time.” But tonight, her touch, her smell, her presence inflamed my body. My cock snapped out of the briefs as I peeled them away and readied myself for her.

“Yes,” she said. I adjusted my lap for her, but she surprised me by covering my cock with her mouth. My body jumped as the warm, wet velvet of her mouth enveloped and quenched the fire between my legs. I felt her lips rise and fall up and down the hard shaft slowly, wetly. Responding to her tongue and lips with a throbbing ache.

It popped out of her mouth, glistening from her attention.

“Now,” she unbuttoned the top few buttons of her shirt and revealing her beautiful round breasts contained in a pretty, ornate black bra. She peeled off her panties and flung them aside, and stood for a moment, drinking in my desire for her. “Now, me.”

She straddled my lap, embracing me to her, allowing me to kiss and lick her breasts in the cups of the bra as her arms wrapped lovingly around my head, pulling me closer. The faint perfume of her body transported me to the beach, our bodies twisted together on the colorful heavy blanket.

A deep, pleasurable moan brought me back to her lowering herself atop me. I could feel her labia crown the bulb of my penis and then give way to me, pushing me deeper in as Diana’s hot breath washed against my neck and face.

She let out a groan as she slowly pulled herself up and slid down once again. I grabbed her hips to move her along, but I heard her breath catch and her fingertips tense and stab into my skull. This was not the beige man making love anymore, so instead, I would do something not easy. I would sit back and encourage. My hands found their way across her body, caressing every inch of her hot skin, discovering areas with thoughtful touches and squeezes. I was rewarded for my explorations with a whispered yessss in my ear.

Her motions were long and slow, rising to my very tip and bringing herself down in one long slow movement, releasing a long sigh at each.

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It was going to be a hot day, so I decided to play hooky from work and go golfing. I started my round with a par, bogey, par. After the 3rd hole the beverage cart was coming down the fairway toward the T-Box.

As the cart approached me, I recognized the young lady Megan. Megan used to baby sit my kids. I had not seen her in a couple of years as she headed off to college. Megan had really grown up. She used to be on the heavy side. She had a great personality and was always friendly, easy to talk to and the kids loved her.

Megan had lost some weight and grew into her body very nicely. She had nice curves, maybe a few extra pounds, but her beautiful face with the big smile, dark blue eyes and long brown hair.

“Hey Mr. Johnson, do you need a drink?” She said, as she pulled up.

“Hi Megan, you can call me Brian. Mr. Johnson makes me feel old! Sure, I will have Captain Coke. It’s nice to see you. Where have you been?”

“Away at college. I had a summer job at the campus for the last 2 years. I decided I needed a break from there and came home to work this summer.” She answered.

As Megan made my drink she was bending over scooping ice into my cup. I couldn’t help but notice her ample cleavage as she bent over. I could feel myself getting hard. “What are you thinking, she was the babysitter.” I thought to myself.

“That will be $4.00” Megan said as she handed me a drink. I handed her $6.00 for a $2 tip. She smiled and said, “Thanks Brian. I will see you in a couple of holes.”

I watched as she started to drive off as her ample breasts bounced on the beverage cart. Damn, she turned out to be a very sexy young lady.

Next holes went bogey, par, birdie and par. Here came Megan again. I paid more attention to her as she was coming towards me to watch her breasts bouncing away. “Hi Brian, you ready for another Captain Coke?’ She asked.

“I think I am going to mix things up a bit. Do you know how to make a long Island Tea?’

“Yum, yes I do. I love that drink.” She answered as she went to work making my drink. It took her longer to make because of all the extra ingredients. This gave me a longer time to view her cleavage. Damn, I think I saw part of her dark brown nipple. “Here you go, that will be $6.00.” She said as she was handing me my drink.

“If you like the drink so much maybe you should have a sip to make sure it tastes right.” I told her. She giggled and took a sip. Then another. “Mmmm taste delicious.” She said, burhaniye escort as she handed me the drink. I took a couple of sips and agreed she made a great Long Island Tea.

“Can I have one more sip?” She asked.

“Sure, you can. You made it.” I said as I handed her the cup. I noticed she turned the cup and took a sip from the side I just drank from. It kind of turned me on.

“Are you golfing the back 9? There is nobody on the back 9 and only 2 groups behind you. I think it is getting too hot for people to golf.”

“Yes, I am golfing the back 9. I will be needing plenty of drinks!” I handed her a $10 bill and told her to keep the change.

“Okay, I will see you soon. I am going to stop by my house and put on something cooler.” Megan’s parents lived on the golf course and had one of the biggest houses in the neighborhood. For having money, she was a very nice young lady. Defiantly not spoiled.

I think the drinks were helping to loosen up my swing as I pared out the rest of the way. I was on hole 12 before Megan caught up to me. Wow, Megan changed into a little white top that was very loose fitting. She had also taken off her bra as I could see a faint outline of her nipples.

“Hello Brian. You ready for another Long Island?”

“I sure am. How about I buy you one?”

“You don’t have to buy me one. I can make one for myself for free.”

As Megan made the drinks, I was really enjoying the view. Her tits were hanging down and I could see her nice quarter size, brown nipples. I was getting hard, and I didn’t care if she saw my stiffness in my shorts. I gave her another $10 bill for the drink. We visited for about 10 minutes and enjoyed our drinks before she said she better get going.

I only played 2 more holes before Megan showed up again. “Well, you are the only one golfing. I thought I would see if you needed another drink before I called it a day.”

“Sure, only if you join me.” I answered.

Megan smiled at me and said, “Sure, I have nothing going on after this. I am already feeling the effects of the last one.”

Once again, I was enjoying the view. But Megan looked up and caught me looking down her top. “Are you enjoying the view?” She asked.

I blushed a little bit for being called out on it. “I am sorry, but I don’t know what man wouldn’t enjoy the view. I couldn’t help myself.”

Megan giggled and said, “I will take that as a compliment.”

Megan came around to the empty bursa escort seat of my golf car with the two drinks. She leaned in to hand me my drink giving me a close up view down her top. She lingered a bit giving me a nice long look. “Fuck Megan, you can’t keep teasing me like this. I am married.”

Megan sat down next to me and took a long drink from her straw while looking into my eyes. When she finished, she glanced down at my crotch and could see that I was hard. “I know you are married. But I like teasing you. I always thought you were sexy. Maybe you need a better view?” While talking, Megan was playing with her hair. Then she slid her hand down to her blouse and pulled it to the side exposing her left breast.

At first, I just starred at her tit. It was so perfect. Her nipple was hard and wanting to be sucked. I came back to reality. “Megan we can’t do this.”

“You are saying no, but Mr. Johnson’s, johnson says yes.” As she said this her hand went up my shorts and her fingers wrapped around my swollen cock. I almost came right then.

Before I could react, we started kissing. I am not sure who even initiated the kiss. But my hands were now playing with her tits. They felt amazing. So firm, and hard nipples that could poke an eye out. I moved to licking and sucking on her nipples as her hand started to stroke my cock. She was moaning with pleasure. The moaning sent me over the edge. I came in her hand.

Megan took her hand out from my shorts and looked at the cum. “Mmmm nice.” She said as she rubbed it onto her breasts. Then licked her hand.

To my surprise I was still half hard. Megan began undoing my shorts then pulled them down to my ankles and helped me step out of them. “Let me get you hard again. Then you are going to fuck me from behind over the beverage cart. That way, anytime you see it, you will think of me.”

Megan took her top completely off then started to give me a blow job. For being young, she really knew how to suck a man’s cock.

It didn’t take long before I was hard as a rock. Megan got up and leaned over the back end of the coolers on the cart and spread her legs. She pulled up her short skirt and to my surprise she wasn’t wearing panties. I stood behind her and guided my cock into her hot, wet, tight pussy. My god, at that moment I could care less if someone saw us. Megan was moaning as I slowly fucked her from behind. Occasionally I would reach up to fondle her tits that were hanging down bursa escort and bouncing to the rhythm of me fucking her.

“Fuck me faster and harder.” She ordered me.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled them back and started to fuck her hard and fast. “Oh yeah, yes, like that. Fuck me, fuck me. I want that hot cum inside me. Give me all your cum.”

I gave her what she wanted. I could not hold back. I shot 4 jets of my hot cum deep inside her pussy. She orgasmed just at the same time as I did. I let my cock rest inside her pussy as her pussy tightened up on my cock draining every last drop out of me.

My knees were weak from my orgasm. I pulled out of her.

Megan turned around then kissed me deeply. When the kiss ended Megan said, “I am sure you are wondering if I am on the pill. Yes, I am, so you don’t have to worry.”

Then Megan hopped up, so she was sitting on the cooler section of the beverage cart. “Now, Mr. Wilson has to be a good boy and eat my pussy until I cum again!”

I did as I was told. I dropped to my knees and started to lick her pussy. Her sweet nectar mixed with my cum had an interesting taste that I loved.

My tongue and mouth went to work on her pussy. She would flinch every time I would suck on her swollen clit. I reached up to play with her tits as I ate her pussy. I could tell she was getting close. I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked my tongue over it as fast as I could. It didn’t take long before Megan had her hands on the back of my head and was holding me tight against her pussy.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” she yelled as she came hard. There may not have been any golfers out. But there were housed about 200 yards away that could have easily heard her.

As I stood up, I kissed her sexy body on the way up and lingered at her breast to give them a little extra attention. Then we kissed deeply allowing her to taste our combined juices.

It was at that moment my cell phone rang. I broke away and went to answer it. It was my wife. I answered. “Hi honey, when will you be home?” She asked.

“Just finishing up. I am going to take a quick shower at the country club before I come home. I don’t want to come in all sweety and smelly.” I told her.

I hung up. Megan was standing next to me topless. She kissed my ear and whispered in my ear, “Friday my parents are going out of town for a week. Can you sneak over and see me?”

“I still have your number in my phone Megan. I will text you when I can make it.”

That was my fun affair I had for the summer. Only problem was Megan didn’t exactly keep our time private. She told the other beverage cart ladies which I couldn’t complain about because that turned out pretty good for me. That story is for a later time.

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I first met Sofia through a surprise encounter in my hotel room early one Monday morning. It was a Sunday night when I arrived at my hotel after flying in for a weeklong series of business meetings. Even at 11:00 p.m., I knew I was in Houston as soon as I stepped out of my cab into the sweltering, humid air.

A whoosh of cold air washed over me as the front door automatically opened as I entered the small lobby, dragging my suitcase up to the front desk to check-in. I handed my ID and credit card to the clerk and in return I got the key to my room.

I had stayed in this hotel several times, so I knew the elevators were right around the corner to the right of the lobby. With key in hand, my suitcase wheels clacked along the tile floor as I walked to the elevator. There was nobody else waiting to go up, so the ride to the ninth floor was quick. In less than ten minutes since arriving, I found myself standing in front of the door to room 918.

Touching the keycard to the card reader, the status light turned green, and the lock clicked open. The door opened into a small sitting area holding a couch, desk and a flat screen TV sitting on a credenza. The separate bedroom was connected through a double wide opening and furnished with a king-sized bed. Another TV hung on the wall, and there was a free standing closest near the foot of the bed. Right off the bedroom was a sink/vanity area with a large, lighted mirror and another door leading to the toilet and glass enclosed shower. The walls were adorned with a few nondescript paintings and a full-length mirror in the bedroom. It was nothing fancy, just your typical mid-tier hotel room, and my home for the week.

My first meeting was at 10:00 a.m., so I set my alarm for 8:00 a.m. I followed my normal morning routine: stretch, shave, brush my teeth and hop into the shower. As I was stripping down for my shower, I looked at myself in the mirror. I thought that I had aged well for my fifty-three years. I certainly do not have the face of a movie star, but I had not lacked for dates in my younger days, and I still catch the occasional second glance coming my way. The years had added a few lines and a couple of age spots, but it was still mostly a mid-forties-looking face. Brown hair and brown eyes did not really distinguish me one way or the other. The five pounds that I had gained since college were evenly spread over my six-foot frame. At 180 pounds, I had fairly broad shoulders, but was slimmer through the waist and hips. I’d never had six-pack abs but turning sideways showed that I still had a flat stomach. As is probably true for most guys, I did wish that I were a little better endowed. I was average sized, a bit under six inches hard with proportional girth, so a little bigger would have been nice, but what I had still worked.

It was around 8:30 when I stepped out of the shower. I was drying off my hair when I heard a knock at the door. Since I was not expecting anyone, I figured it was housekeeping, so I yelled that I was still in the room.

Obviously, she did not hear me, because when I came out of the bathroom with nothing on except for the bath towel draped over my shoulders, there she was. I froze, with a surprised look on my face. She yelped and stepped backwards, profusely apologizing, but one thing I noticed is she never looked away from my naked body. Indeed, she was taking full advantage of the situation; I saw her eyes glide up and down my entire body, as though they were scanning an image of me to burn into her brain.

I don’t know how other guys would have reacted but being caught naked does not bother me. In fact, I enjoy it if a random woman takes notice of me clothed or in the buff. Thanks to that exhibitionist streak, I just stood there in all my glory, letting her eyes roam. I was glad, though, that I had just gotten out of a hot shower. Everything was hanging loose and full – no shrinkage like a guy gets when it is cold outside. I did not want her first impression of me to be “where is it?”

I stood there looking at her. She stood there looking at me for several ticks of the clock. I believe her shock finally wore off and she started moving to the door repeatedly saying with a light Spanish accent, “I’m sorry, I am so sorry. I did not know anybody was in the room. I’m sorry.”

I quickly stepped in front of her and stopped her before she got out the door. Looking at her hotel name tag, I smiled and said, “Don’t worry about it, Sofia. It was an honest mistake, and I am not the bashful type, so it is no big deal. It will just be our secret, so nobody else will ever know.”

She instantly looked relieved and replied, “Thank you.” She gave me a shy smile, one more quick up-and-down glance, and then started for the door again. I stopped her again by saying, “I don’t want to mess up your schedule, so you can finish the room while I get dressed. I will be out of your way in a few minutes.”

She stopped and gave me a quizzical look before replying, “You bulancak escort don’t mind me here while you get dressed?”

With a shameless smile I responded, “Not a bit.”

I could almost see the devil on one shoulder and the angel on her other arguing back and forth: “Stay and look… No go… No stay…” Her eyes swept over my body before briefly lingering on my still-flaccid cock. Breaking her stare, she started to take a step towards the door but stopped. She inhaled deeply as she gave me a last lustful up-and-down look. Then she let out a long sigh as she replied, “I might get in trouble if I stay, so I had better wait in the hall until you finish dressing.”

I responded, “I don’t want to cause any trouble for you, so let me grab a couple of things, and I will get dressed in the bathroom.”

She sounded regretful as she replied, “That will be better for me, just in case.”

Her voice said one thing, but her eyes said something different. They trailed me as I got my underwear out of the suitcase, pulled a shirt, and pants off the hanger, and then headed into the bathroom. I smiled as I passed her, but she did not notice as the swinging motion of my cock was holding her gaze. I took a quick look in the bathroom mirror and was pleased to see that her eyes still followed me. Once she saw mine in the mirror, though, she quickly looked away. It was too late; she knew she had been busted. A rosy blush began flooding her face.

When I emerged from the bathroom, she took a casual glance and then resumed her task of making the bed. She was bent over at the foot of the bed, smoothing out the covers. Seeing her bent over at the waist like that, her dress pulled tight over the curve of her ass, was very enticing; it gave me a flash fantasy of taking her from behind. It was too tempting not to take some advantage of her position, so I used the small space between her and the standing closet as an excuse to lightly graze my groin along her butt as I passed, saying, “Excuse me, I need to get my wallet and phone.” There was no reaction, but I knew she had to be aware of my touch. I grabbed my things, slipped them in my pockets and turned to make my way back.

She had shifted a bit to the left, still bent over, smoothing out another section of the bed cover as I approached. Touching her lower back again to signal that I was passing behind her, she remained bent over but had stopped her actions and was now leaning on her hands. I pressed a little harder against her butt this time as I pretended to squeeze by. My movement behind her had been brief, but had her body pushed back against me? I was not sure, but she had made no attempt to evade my touch either time, which gave me something to wonder about later that evening.

Opening the door to leave, I looked back to see that she was now sitting on the bed with a flustered look on her face, waving her hand at herself as if that were going to cool her off. I didn’t know exactly what she was feeling, but it appeared that she might have liked what she saw — and felt. That gave me an idea. As I was pulling the door shut behind me, I turned and said, “Hope you have a great day, Sofia. Maybe I will see you tomorrow at the same time.” She said something, but the door clicked shut behind me, cutting off her reply.

As the elevator doors were closing, I thought about how exciting it had been to start off my week getting caught naked. It was something that I had never expected or experienced before. There were a lot of thoughts tumbling around in my head on the elevator ride down. What had she felt when I pressed myself against her? Had she gotten aroused from seeing me naked? Would I remain Sofia’s little secret, or would I become a topic of gossip among the hotel maids? Maybe Sofia would show up for another peek tomorrow or maybe one of the other maids would work my room in hopes of getting a look. How interesting would this week get, I wondered? Little did I know.

On my cab ride over to my first meeting of the day, I started to sort out my impressions of Sofia. She was about five foot three, with a light brown complexion. I chuckled to myself, remembering that there’d been some extra red when I had left, especially around her cheeks. Straight dark hair with some brown highlights had been pulled back into a cute ponytail which had hung down several inches past her shoulders. She had pretty deep brown eyes and full, kissable lips. Thinking of the lines on her face and her figure, I guessed her to be in her mid-40’s, about ten years younger than me. She had been wearing a black, one-piece dress with a button-down front that had reached just above her knees. It had a scooped neckline, showing just enough cleavage to let you know something was there, but not enough to be considered sexy, which seemed proper for a housekeeping uniform. The dress hadn’t been form-fitting, but it had showed enough shape to reveal that she had an inward curve to her waist. Her probable C cup breasts bulanık escort had nicely filled out the top. Overall, I thought she was an attractive woman, moving towards the plumper side but not there yet.

My cab arrived at my first destination, so the rest of the day and into the evening revolved around work. It was not until later that night that my thoughts turned towards Sofia again. Lying in bed, I wondered what she really thought about seeing me naked, and of course I speculated in return what she might look like naked. As I replayed everything in my head, I began to contemplate that the reason she never averted her eyes was that the sight of me naked was feeding a sexual hunger that her inner inhibitions were trying to deny. I had to laugh at myself at that point, because I realized that catching a man naked in his room was probably a routine thing for hotel maids. I’d been just another hazard of the job. Though I was most likely already forgotten, she wasn’t. The sight of her bent over the bed was still active in my imagination, and I let my fantasy play out in my head.

I started to play the ‘what-if’ game. Remembering how the black dress was stretched tight over the curve of butt, ‘what-if,’ I had stopped and pressed my hard cock tight up against her? ‘What-if,’ with my cock snuggled, against her butt, I had reached around, and cupped her ample breasts in my hands? A stirring within my underwear began as I imagined her swaying those hips back and forth to better nestle my turgid shaft between her ass cheeks. It was not long before the head of my dick emerged from underneath the waist band of my underwear as I envisioned the softness of her breasts under my caressing fingers. I heard her moan, only to realize it had come from my own lips as I’d thought about her grinding back against me while my hands slid inside her dress to search out her hard nipples.

I had fully aroused myself by this time, so I pushed the covers back and slid my hand inside of my underwear. My fingers wrapped around my throbbing member and stroked a few times before I realized I needed some lubricant. I got out of bed and grabbed the little bottle of hand lotion from the bathroom. I skimmed my underwear off, squirted some lotion onto my cock, and began to stroke it as my fantasy continued, with her looking over her shoulder at me and breathlessly saying, “Put it in me.”

I pictured pushing her dress up over her hips and seeing a large, dark spot on the crotch of her panties, proving to me that she was ready for me to enter her. I speculated about what her pussy would look like when I pulled her panties down to clear the way to fuck her. As I entered her in my thoughts, I squeezed my pinkie around the head of my cock and pushed it into my hollow fist to simulate the feeling of thrusting my cock inside of her. My fingers were firmly encircling my hardness as they glided up and down the slippery shaft. I told myself that that was what it would feel like to have the walls of her pussy tight around my cock.

My imagination and my hand were in sync. Every time I thrust into her; my hand stroked my cock. It did not take long to hear her imaginary moans matching my real ones as I got closer and closer. The sound of my stroking fingers filled in for the sound of my hips slapping against her ass as I fantasized about pounding her from behind. When I imagined her back arching and pushing back against me in an orgasm, I felt that wonderful release and a warm load of cum fountain onto my belly. My cock spasmed a couple more times, pushing out a few more spurts of cum as a feeling of contentment spread across my body.

I laid there a few minutes catching my breath before wiping the puddle of cum off my belly, thinking I would much rather be wiping it off Sofia’s. I then slowly drifted off to sleep, wondering if Sofia had had a matching fantasy of me tonight that had guided her hand between her legs.

The next morning, I followed the same routine and stepped out of the shower at about 8:30 a.m. There had been no knock on the door, so I dragged out getting dressed as long as I could, but unfortunately the knock never came. I figured it was fun while it lasted, but I still felt disappointed as I gathered my things and headed out the door. It would have been fun to tease her and get her flustered again.

I opened the door, and, to my surprise, there was Sofia, standing right in front of it. My sudden presence had startled her, so she had a panicky look to her face, as if I had caught her up to something. I suspect she had been standing there, waffling on whether or not to knock. I smiled and said, “Good morning, Sofia.”

Looking down, she responded in a shy voice, “Hi.”

I continued, “Sorry; you are bit late this morning, so no show.”

She hesitated and then kind of stuttered as she replied, “No, no, I can’t do that again. If my boss or my husband finds out I would be in big trouble, so no more looking. Sorry.”

Her burdur escort utterance sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than me. I knew then that I had been on her mind last night. It sounded as if what she had rehearsed to herself last night was now in a struggle of conscience with what she suddenly felt this morning upon seeing me. With a knowing smile, I took a step towards her. She took a step back, surprise replacing the conflict on her face. I took another step forward and she took another backwards; surprise became anxiety — or maybe excitement. I took one more step forward and she bumped up against the hallway wall beside my door. We just stood there looking at each other for a few heartbeats. The rise and fall of her breasts betrayed to me the arousal she was feeling at that moment. She had a bit of the deer-in-the-headlights look as I rested a hand on the wall beside her head and leaned in very close to whisper in ear, “Be honest with me. You enjoyed looking yesterday, didn’t you?”

She halfheartedly replied, “No, I didn’t.”

I chuckled and let a soft breath murmur into her ear as I responded, “That was not the impression I got, so tell me again that you did not like it.”

She looked down and took a disconcerted breath before quietly replying, “Yes, I liked it.”

I then asked, “You thought about me last night, didn’t you?”

Still not looking up, she softly replied, “Yes.”

I put a finger under her chin, titling her face up to look into my eyes as I asked, “You wanted to see me naked again, didn’t you?”

She blinked several times and in a barely audible voice she replied, “Yes, but it is wrong. I’m married.”

In a flirtatious tease, one finger gently and slowly caressed down her cheek and along her jawline, bringing a sigh to her lips. I pressed my finger to those lips, and then to mine, as if I was transferring a kiss. Taking a step back from her I said, “You know our naughty secret is just between the two of us, so work or your husband will never have to find out. 8:30 tomorrow morning if are interested, and you don’t have to knock.”

With that, I gave her a wink and headed to the elevator, leaving her breathing heavily against the wall.

The rest of my Tuesday was just like my Monday: all work related into the evening, and then a few drinks and dinner with my client, so I did not have much time to think about Sofia until later that night.

I did not get back to my hotel room until 11:00 p.m. It had been a long day, and I was tired. I stripped down to my underwear and crawled into bed. I closed my eyes and wondered when Sofia had last seen a naked man that was not her husband – well, other than me, the previous day. Another question that came to mind was whether she really enjoyed and needed sex, or if was she more the type of woman that thought of sex as just another chore of being a wife? No, I could not believe that sex was just a chore for her, not with the way she had looked at me. I’d seen a hunger in her eyes. My last thought before sleep claimed me was the idea that maybe she was very horny because she was not getting any at home.

Sofia was my first thought upon waking Wednesday morning. Would she show? I know I had brought some spice, some unexpected excitement into her life, but I was not sure how she was managing it. I thought I had an idea of her sexual fantasies, but I knew that it could also just be my wishful thinking. Was it all too overwhelming, or had it intrigued her enough to overcome her inhibitions? I would soon find out.

It was the same routine as the previous morning. The steamy shower had warmed my body, so everything was hanging down nicely once again. Luckily, my personal grooming ritual is on Saturday, so the bush around my cock had been nicely trimmed just before this trip. My ball sack was shaved smooth, though it could probably use a once going over, but I had not expected to be showing it to a random woman, so I had not brought a regular razor with me. There was a lot of steam trapped in the shower, so a trail of fog followed me as I stepped out of the shower. The million-dollar question was: would Sofia be there or not? I draped the towel over my shoulders and walked into the bedroom.

A wave of disappointment hit me when I did not see her. The bedroom was empty. Nobody was standing there; nobody was sitting on the bed. With a sigh, I started towards my suitcase, when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her stand up off the couch and take a tentative step towards the bedroom. Monday’s encounter with Sofia had been unexpected, so it had had a playful, teasing, exhibitionist feeling to it. Today was different. For me, knowing that she had come to my room at a specified time because she wanted to see me naked was sexually arousing.

She stopped a few feet from me and smiled when she first saw me, but her eyes were immediately drawn to my cock. It was going from flaccid to hard right before her eyes — indeed, because of her eyes. In less than 10 seconds, my cock had gone from soft and dangling down to a throbbing erection, pointing up to the ceiling. Her eyes had grown big, and her full attention was on my cock as she uttered, “I wish my husband found it so easy to get an erection like you.”

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This adventure is about returning to the same laboratory summer job while in college.

After the high school summer holiday started, some senior high school students were hired as laboratory assistants. They helped regular staff and senior college students with simple procedures and collecting used glasswares to the washing stations.

One tall thin girl attracted my attention. Blond, 5’9” with an attractive smile. Her biggest feature was her DD tits that couldn’t be hidden even under the loose lab coat. She was assigned to the area that included my workstation. She was trained to collect glasswares and operate the wash station. I enjoyed her help and always expressed my appreciation when she collected and returned my glasswares. She always smiled back. I learned that she finished Grade 12 when we chatted during breaks.

Karen was efficient and worked hard. After a month, the supervisor asked her to learn some tests that might help her career goal. She requested and was then assigned to help me part time! I of course enjoyed the help and her company as I was already bored with the same tests that I’ve been doing for two summers. I found out she took a bus along my route so I began picking her up and dropping her off. Those gigantic tits were just too attractive and tempting!

Every Friday the staff went to a local bar for after work drinks. I usually joined them since my sweetheart was away. One Friday I was walking towards my car when a voice behind me said ‘Can I join?’ I turned and saw Karen smiling.

‘Of course!’ I said without thinking. We sat down in the usual large space almost reserved for us regulars. The usual waiter took our orders.

He stared at Karen. ‘Could I see your ID, Miss?’

She turned red and mumbled yes. She showed her ID and he said to her: ‘You have to leave.’

She got up and turned to me ‘Coming?’ I came out of my shock and took her out of the bar. She certainly looked mature enough and finished Grade 12 but I never thought about the local legal drinking age of 19!

After I let her in the car. ‘Should I take you home?’

‘No, just drive!’ I drove to water front nearby and parked facing the water.

Her tears were flowing down. I put my arm around her shoulder and kissed her cheek softly. ‘It’s ok. I am sorry I didn’t think of the legal drinking age.’

She said nothing but more tears came. She started sobbing. I didn’t know what to do and started rubbing her shoulder and back. I rubbed all over her back and reached below her waist. She sat up soon as I reached her buns accidentally. I noticed her breath fastened as I rubbed lower down and kissed her again. I felt her body tightened as I reached the crack between her very firm buns. She turned and our lips locked together. My tongue reached inside.

We started kissing passionately as I slipped my bozuyük escort hand inside her sweat pants. Her buns were so smooth and soft as my cock expanded fast. I slid my finger down her crack. She took a deep breath as I reached her rosebud. Her breath getting heavier while my finger massaged around her hole. With her weight on my hand, I couldn’t reached her pussy but I felt wetness as I stretched my finger forward. Juices began flowing down which lubricated my finger so I started rubbing around her tight butt opening and slipped it in and out of the warm hole. She was panting while I sucked on her tongue and her fluids.

I put my other hand to feel her giant tits. So so soft yet so firm… but then she pulled my hand down on her thigh with both hands and kept it there. Her arms straightened, pressing hard on my hand on top of her thigh. I took the opportunity to squeeze and massage her firm and smooth thigh. Then Karen tightened and straightened her body, froze all of a sudden and climaxed. My finger felt her contractions and spasms inside the tight warm hole. After a long time she let out a deep breadth and finally released my hand on her thigh. She opened her eyes and smiled sweetly at me. I smiled back and said ‘That was really intense!’

I put her hand on my rock hard cock. She started rubbing slowly but firmly. I moved her other hand to rub my super sensitive nipple. I moaned as shivers went up my spine. (My Asian sweetheart found my sensitivities because she got immediately aroused whenever I licked, massaged, rubbed or sucked her super sensitive tits and nipples.) Karen felt on my t-shirt my nipple hardening fast and smiled.

‘So you have sensitive nipples too! Mine are so sensitive I cannot bear when I am cumming!’ So that was why she pushed my hand away!

‘Could I now?’ She smiled again and nodded as I started massaging the soft but firm mountain. Her nipples immediately stiffened as she moaned. I reached inside to unhook her bra to get the actual view. Oh my God! They were the prettiest tits I had ever seen, Playboy magazines included! Those gigantic melons were heaven’s gift. I started licking one hard nipple while my hand gently massaged the other. I put my face between her tits and started massaging and licking them all over. They felt so smooth and soft yet firm.

My other hand slipped between her thighs and found her wet patch. Her breath got faster as she rubbed my manhood faster and faster. I pulled out my rock and she stroked hard and fast while she slipped her other hand inside to scratch my other nipple! Our moaning got louder as I slipped my hand onto her soaked pussy lips. While massaging her pussy, my palm gently rubbed her hardened clit also.

Karen started panting as she thrust her hips forward. Suddenly she shouted: ‘Off my nipples and kiss me!’

I buca escort moved up and she stuck her tongue in my mouth and took a deep breath. She squeezed my mushroom head and nipple real tight as she froze into an intense orgasm. I pushed my finger inside and felt her spasms as I let out a scream and sprayed my cum everywhere. She kept the pressure on my cock and nipple. Our mouths continued to lock together for minutes before breaking. I looked around, luckily nobody was around. I so looked forward to adoring and tasting those gorgeous tits again.

Obviously I tried to get my tall blond summer assistant Karen to spend more private time together but she did not seem interested. Finally an opportunity came, an early farewell get together for summer students since some were taking vacation before school in September. After the tasty early dinner I took Karen to the same water front and parked in the same place as our last ‘date’. ‘You just have to remind me!’

‘No I just love the peaceful setting! Sorry but that was nothing to be ashamed of!’

Karen looked in my eyes. ‘They told me about your Asian girl friend!’ I froze then realized that was the reason she was not eager in dating me. Co-workers saw Karen and I coming and going a lot and knew about my sweetheart working with me all last summer. I thought the best was to tell the truth.

‘She is spending the summer in Asia. I don’t know what will happen after her return. And I really like your pretty face and enjoy your company so much.’

She smiled and kissed my cheek. I reciprocated, then our lips met as we embraced. Our kiss became passionate as I rubbed her back then moved down her hips. Suddenly she scratched my t-shirt over my nipple with her nail. ‘Oh wow!’ I shivered.

Finally my prayers were answered as I found her nipple. ‘Let’s see whose are more sensitive!’

Karen giggled. ‘You are on!’ I was instantly aroused as my cock and my nipples all stiffened when Karen scratched both my nipples.

‘That’s not fair since you have an extra layer of protection!’ I reached behind and unhook her bra and lifted her t-shirt. Once again those prettiest tits I’d ever seen were staring at me! Determined to win this competition, I immediately flicked her already hardened nipple with my tongue and gently drew circles with my finger on her other nipple. Karen’s breath fastened and moaned. But she was not giving up. Karen slipped both hands inside and rubbed my nipples. I must be in heaven! She moaned louder so I said: ‘looks like I am winning!’

‘Don’t be so sure, your cock will push through your pants any time now!’

I reached down and found her pussy lips already soaked. I pulled down her panties and saw a glistering golden patch illuminated by the warm setting sun. I moved down to fully examine this amazing beauty. I wanted bucak escort to keep my hands fully occupied with those unbelievable DD tits, so I licked around Karen’s love nest and tasted her juices.

My Asian sweetheart had not allowed me to taste her pussy due to her cultural background. Karen’s juice was totally intoxicating. As I gently licked her outer and inner pussy lips, more juices flowed into my hungry mouth. Her moaning got loud and her hips thrust forward as I lightly circled her hardened clit. My hands continued to massage those amazingly soft yet firm melons while flicking both firm nipples lightly. Suddenly Karen pushed my hands away from her tits and started panting as her orgasm approached quickly. I lubricated one finger with her juices and rubbed her rosebud just like last time. I reached behind to massage her firm buns. She straightened her body and screamed as I slipped my fingers inside both tight warm holes. She took a deep breath and froze for what felt like forever! Her spasms squeezed my fingers tight.

When Karen regained her breath, she smiled ‘That was amazing!’

‘I fully agree. So who won?’

‘Well you deserve a prize anyway!’ and reached for my manhood. Yes I was so so desperate for relief. Karen squeezed my rock hard cock and bent down to licked my purple mushroom head.

‘Oooh my God!’ It started throbbing as her tongue played with the bottom of my glans. Afraid of losing control I thrust my cock deep inside her mouth. She started sucking while her tongue rubbed my shaft. I reached for her gorgeous tits again to gently massage, with special attention to those pink hard nipples. Her breathing fastened immediately. I slowly fucked her mouth as her tongue continued to play with my manhood. After a while she pulled my super hard cock out and started licking my balls while slowly stroking my pulsating cock. At the same time she rubbed my stiffened nipple with her other hand to send me to heaven.

I felt tingling sensation up my spine and my balls tightened but I did not want to give up. I took my wet rock and slid it between her super soft but firm natural DD tits. With my hands holding her tits and thumbs rubbing her hard nipples, I started slow fucking her amazing melons. She stared intensely at my super hard cock sliding between her gigantic tits. Karen stuck her tongue out to taste and wet my purple head each time it emerged from her breasts. Both of us were moaning now as Karen massaged my nipples. I moved one hand down to her soaking wet patch, paying gentle attention to her hard clit. As I massaged her clit with my palm, her loud panting indicated another orgasm was fast cumming. I slipped my lubricated finger in her vagina as Karen starting stroking my manhood hard and fast.

Again Karen pushed my hands away her giant tits, took a deep breath and tightened her body completely. I took over my rock from Karen and stroking feverishly. She grabbed my balls and nipple. Staring at the hard pink nipples on those unbelievable tits and felt her spasms inside her vagina, I yelled and squirted again and again on her DD melons…

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Author’s note: after having my wife read some of my stories she suggested I write about our trip to the mountains. This is an actual true story. Thanks for reading.

The wife and I were going on a road trip to the mountains. We knew we would be having some sexcapades while we were there so my wife asked for a “hair cut.” I enjoy trimming her pussy hair. I like being between her legs. I took extra time making sure she was trimmed as short as our clippers could get. After a shower I got back between her legs to inspect my work with my tongue. I slowly licked her clit gently at first. I stuck my tongue as deep into her as I could. She tasted amazing! Based on the sounds she made my tongue was well received. I made sure she had an orgasm before I fucked her. I love how wet she gets when I eat her out.

We drove to the Rocky Mountains and rented a room with a great view. I made a suggestion that the following day that she wears a dress without panties. She smiled and quickly agreed. We woke up the following morning excited for our day. We got dressed, I was wearing shorts and a nice shirt, and she put on a nice bra and slipped into a blue free flowing dress. It had a plunging neckline that highlighted her cleavage and wrapped around her so she would have to be careful or she would flash unsuspecting strangers. We headed down for breakfast. It was a thrill to know that she was sitting in front of me not wearing any panties.

I held the door open as she got into our car. I got a quick flash of her pussy. I looked at her face after she covered herself up. She was looking at me with a mischievous smile. This was going to be a fun day. As we drove around the mountains taking in the sites my wife would hike up her dress and play with her pussy while having her right leg up on the dash. I reached my hand over sliding my finger between her folds to find her wetness. I brought her wetness to my mouth making my erection strain against my shorts. We arrived to a small town for lunch. I got out opening the door for her to act as a shield because there were a lot of people around. bornova escort I got another quick look at her pussy as she got out of the car. She stood up close to me running her hand over the bulge in my shorts.

We had a lovely lunch with a view of a lake nestled in a valley in the mountains. When we returned to the car I open the door but didn’t block the view. If anyone had looked over at that time they would have gotten a great view of my wife’s lovely pussy. With the car door still open my wife dipped her fingers in her wetness and licked her fingers clean. I felt my cock twitch in my shorts. We continued our drive in the mountains with my wife’s right leg up on the dash her dress hiked up high playing with her pussy. I could hear her breathing getting deeper. As I heard her cum while fingering her pussy I nearly came in my pants. After she finished climaxing she leaned over and placed her wet fingers in my mouth. I licked her cum off of her fingers doing my best not to run off the road. She moved her hand down to my crotch and slid her hand over my erection.

We arrived at a parking lot for an island that had a suspension bridge leading to it. I got out of the car but my wife had the door open before I got there. She flashed me her pussy slowly getting out of the car. As she stood up her dress falling back in place someone entered the parking lot from the suspension bridge. Had that man been two seconds earlier he too would have enjoyed a view of my wife’s pussy. We headed towards the suspension bridge as the wind started to pick up. I was walking ahead of my wife as people were walking the other way on the bridge. I stopped midway on the bridge turning to look at my wife. She had a look of concern on her face as the wind was doing its best to remove my wife’s dress. My wife held the folds in her dress tight as she finished crossing the bridge.

She laughed once we were across saying that was close. We toured around the small island. There were way too many people there to play around so we headed back to the car. Back on the suspension bridge bostancı escort she fought against the wind to keep from flashing the other people on the bridge.

We were feeling very frisky when we got back to the car. The excitement of her nearly showing her goods to random people was thrilling. We quickly made the short trip back to our hotel. I quickly removed my clothes as she started to remove her dress. I asked her not to. She smiled wondering what I was up to. I plucked up my courage and told her that I wanted to take pictures of her with the intent of posting them online. I had her lie down on the bed. She spread her legs giving me and the camera a view of her pussy. She moved her hand over her pussy and slowly inserted her finger into her slit. I took picture after picture. Her pussy lips enveloped her finger; I could tell that she was rubbing her clit. I asked her to show me.

Spreading her pussy slowly my wife showed me how wet she was. I took pictures as she slid her fingers into her depths bringing the wetness up to her clit. This was too much for me; I had to go in for a taste. I passed her the camera. I spread her pussy and started licking her clit. I could feel her shudder as the camera clicked away. I moved up as she pulled her legs up. She passed me the camera as I slid my cock into her. She was holding her legs at her knees. This lets me fuck her deeper and gives a great view of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. I snapped pictures getting closer to cumming. I pulled out to delay my orgasm and put the camera down.

I helped her out of her dress and removed her bra. She climbed seductively back on to the bed. I moved back between her legs and licked her very wet pussy. She had me come up and kiss her. She enjoyed tasting herself on my lips. I slid into her as we kissed. I fucked her while we kiss feeling my excitement and orgasm rising. She sensed that I was getting close to cumming she tells me to lie on my back.

She moves down and starts sucking my dick covered in her pussy juices. I nearly nut in her mouth immediately. boyabat escort She slows down so that I don’t cum. I hear her moan as she tastes my pre-cum. She pulled my cock from her mouth saying it was her turn. She got back on her back and I crawled to her waiting pussy. I slid a couple of fingers in her while licking her clit. I moved my tongue over her clit feeling her climax approaching. She grabbed the back of my head pulling me in closer as she starts to cum on my tongue. When her orgasm begins to fade she pushes my head away suddenly feeling ticklish.

I move back up and slid my cock into her. I didn’t fuck her for very long before I started cumming. I fell down beside her content in my post orgasmic bliss.

The following day we headed out for more exploration. We found an old logging road and traveled down it until we got to a clearing that looked like it hadn’t been used in a long time. We got out of the car and made our way to the hatch. I opened the hatch as my wife undid my pants. She crouched down and started sucking my cock. She got me close to cumming so I had her stand up. I undid her pants and helped her to remove them and her panties. She climbed into the back of the car with her legs hanging out. She spread her pussy lips for me feeling the mountain breeze on her clit.

I moved in eagerly licking her pussy. I explored her pussy with my tongue moving between her clit and her wet vagina. I could tell that she was getting close to cumming so I concentrated on her clit. I felt her body tense up as her orgasm ran through her. She pushed my head away when she finished cumming. I moved my dick up to her pussy. I touched her clit with my dick and she jumped. She grabbed my dick and slid it into her pussy. We fucked in the back of the car. I was getting close to cumming. As I felt my orgasm start I pulled out and jerked off on the ground my dick wet from her cum.

When we got back home I posted the pictures on an amateur website. It was nerve-racking waiting for the admins to approve the post. It was very exciting when the first like appeared. I was able to tell how many people looked at our pictures. I made my wife smile when I told her that over two thousand people had seen her pussy.

We have talked many times about that trip. We both have such fond memories. We will have to go on another trip soon.

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Red-Thong Girl In the Elevator

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Copyright by Dmallord, 2022, USA. All rights reserved.

750 MS Words

INTRODUCTION

The truth be known, life is short. It’s measured in moments and short events as we age — not in decades or years anymore. This is a 750 word snapshot moment in Walter’s life as he reaches that point where he sees the juxtaposition of the above truism and his own life being measured in one such short event as he ages.

Author’s Acknowledgement

Kenjisato, a voluntary Literotica editor, has assisted in editing this short missive with his keen eye for missed corrections needed in this story. I laud him for his editing talents and quick response!

Sexual Content

This story does not contain any sexual engagements, or really bad words. Sometimes a fleeting moment in time just doesn’t call for those.

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Red-Thong Girl In the Elevator

At the end of another sweltering day, I approached the ancient elevator. At eight this morning, I had stepped into that sweat box and rode down to the parking garage. By the time I hit the ground, I already had sweat trickling down the small of my back and into my boxers. My balls stuck like glue to my legs as the door creaked open. I stepped out into another 110 degree morning in the making; feeling like a forgotten loofah sponge in a sauna by the time I cranked up my car. The journey down was quickly forgotten, as I navigated through the congested downtown traffic. I found myself wishing I’d won the lottery; more precisely, wishing I’d actually bought a ticket and won the lottery!

I just knew this afternoon’s ride up would be more like an oven set at 525 sizzling degrees. My body would be broiling like one of the steaks among the groceries by the time the ancient, rusty, steel door allowed me to escape.

My stroll to the elevator was joined by an elderly geezer, shuffling bolvadin escort out from a handicap parking spot. Abruptly, I slowed to avoid colliding with him. Hell, it wouldn’t be polite to say, ‘Excuse me, sir!’ and just ask him to step aside as I hurried out of the heat. Good manners had me falling in behind, adjusting my pace.

“Sorry, about that!” a soft feminine voice, murmured behind me, “Lately, Gramps, has developed a habit of just walking out without looking.”

The lilting voice was so out of place with my mood. It brought a smile to my lips. Reminded me that I wasn’t the center of the universe and the world wasn’t all about me.

“It’s okay, we’re all going the same way. No great rush,” I sighed. I didn’t bother to look behind me, keeping mindful not to step on the gentleman as I inched closer.

“Got the keys, Linda, sweety?”

“Yes, Gramps. I have our keys. Just keep going!” she sang out again, as his pace slowed.

Like dromedaries, we stepped into the oven. First, the geezer, going to the rear and turning around to face me. My turn, following suit, and turned around to face the front.

Damn… If time didn’t just halt and the universe just stopped moving as the twenty-something lady stepped into the space between the door and my chest. It was a close fit; like a sloth, I slowly shifted sideways a bit. The enchantment of the moment had entranced me.

Those high cheekbones, and emerald eyes would snap anyone’s neck as they turned to look at her in passing. I was fortunate; just had them dead ahead and inches away as my mouth broke open a bit, in surprise. She smiled, one of amusement. It seemed she could read my mind…

‘Gorgeous,’ was that word she probably read from my mind as she turned to face the front.

The air conditioning was set on sizzle. I felt the heat, mostly in my swelling boxers.

“Floor?” bomonti escort she giggled.

“Twelfth, honey!” he answered.

“I know, Gramps. I was asking the…gentlemen with all the groceries!”

“Twelfth, also…honey.” I chimed in, on queue. Cheeky, I know, but it just couldn’t be helped.

It takes a long time to journey from the garage to the twelfth floor. Enough to stare at the back of her long slender creamy neck and inhale the lavender scent flowing from the auburn hair cascading down her bareback. The thin spaghetti straps curved over her dimpled clavicles and disappeared to wrap around those perky breasts that had faced me for an instant before she turned. My eyes flowed down to a nice shapely behind, tightly wrapped with a scanty microskirt. The smooth tanned legs were just spread enough to maintain balance. They looked like…two creamy popsicle sticks holding up something I would like to have licked. ‘Maybe, she is the magic age, twenty-nine?’

A creak and then a momentary jar, but the ancient conveyance continued its journey. But enough of a jar to cause her to drop the keys she had clutched. Her mother must never have taught her to bend her knees, lady like. I watched that microskirt rise up her hips as she bent at the waist; she was wearing a red-thong between her ass crack.

I stared at her heat-induced mirage going down the hallway as Gramps shuffled past muttering with a smile, “Red is my favorite.”

“Did he just win the lottery?”

Postscript

As you might have gathered from this story and my writer’s profile, Walter and I share some similarities. I’m old. I see the end of times growing closer and more intense. As such, I had set about writing some of my own life story, but found that pretty intense. So I’ve turned to lighter subject matter, such as this short article, to allay some of those troublesome bor escort ponderings. My double vision still is a bit messy from my recent fall, so I work on short-time pieces for now.

One could interpret this story as a highly symbolic piece, with deep undertones. Little, if anything is gleaned from the storyline, not even Walter’s name is given within the story. The other named character is Linda, and she and her grandfather’s purpose for being in the story is not apparent. No real clues to cling on to that help define them or this moment in time situation. Structurally the story is void of defining details, except for the young woman’s first name and physical description. It presents an ideal story for an allegorical interpretation!

For instance, the dromedary procession reference could be interpreted as the passing of time. The elevator entry scene could be seen as allegorical, portraying Walter as really being the geezer walking into the elevator and turning around to face himself—a look into the mirror so to speak. Seeing where he had been as Walter, the middle-aged version. Walter could be perceived as turning around and discovering something he missed out on in his past — due to inaction; not ‘buying a lottery ticket to life’ and missing out on a girl of his dreams as she shimmered away, like a mirage, down the hallway and out of his life. The red thong; well no need to explain that symbolism to a Literotica reader, right; nor the swell in his boxers?

Or, one could say, there were no symbolic pieces with deep undertones. It wasn’t the intent of the story, at all. And just let readers draw their own conclusions about whether or not this story was symbolic of life as one approaches an old rusty, jarring tomb, that hopefully is rising upward to the twelfth floor and not to some hot hell-hole in the afterlife! I left some other symbols scattered in the story. Perhaps you spotted them as you raced through my missive on life?

Please, Rate This Story

Thank you, for spending some time reading my story. Please, rate this story for me, and leave me a note as to whether or not you saw any of the alleged symbolism!

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