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So yes, I cheated on my husband last weekend.

I don’t know why I did it. Sure, I was pissed off at him. But I’m always pissed off at him about something. I suspect he’s cheated on me before. My best friend saw him and his ex at a restaurant in another town once.

I never told him I knew.

So maybe this was revenge. I do not know , and quite frankly I don’t care.

I’m a good-looking woman, fit and tanned, kinda tall and sexy if I do say so myself. I just turned 40, but I think I look closer to 30. I mostly wear sundresses in summertime, low-cut, sometimes without a bra.

You’d think my husband would appreciate all that, but he’s more interested in golf or his career or who knows what else, because he’s clearly not interested in his wife lately.

So I cheated on him.

I blame it on my friends. They’ve been egging me on for some time now. We went to a house party last Saturday night, and I was getting hit on by several guys. It turned me on. I flirted right back and even playfully slid my hand on one guy’s ass as he walked past me. I didn’t even know who he was.

My friends laughed, and Susan said to Mary, “Gina wants to get fucked tonight.”

So the entire thing was primed if not arranged by my buddies. They know me too well. As it turned out, they didn’t have to do a thing. It just happened naturally.

There was this one guy who kept checking me out, so I smiled at him a time or two. After several minutes, I walked into the house to use the bathroom. I looked in the mirror before I walked out, took my panties off and unbuttoned my sundress an extra button before rejoining the party. I left the panties in the trash can.

When I went back out, the guy was gone.

That’s kind of the way the night went. One guy would flirt with me, and then he would leave or his wife would get mad at him or he would hook up with someone else and disappear into the house.

People were coming and going, mostly couples but there were a lot of single men there too. I didn’t even know who’s house we were at. I didn’t know a lot of people there, but a few were from the club and I even saw a couple from our church.

But it was mostly people I’d never met.

So I was feeling a little braver than normal. And my friends were right. Gina did want to get fucked.

Brad and I still have sex every now and then, but usually after he’s home from golf and has had a few drinks. But it’s been less and less frequent in recent kahramanmaraş escort years. We married late and decided not to have kids, but he somehow thinks that means no sex.

I had a very active sex life before I met him. He doesn’t know that, and I have no plans to tell him. Let’s just say that when he’s gone, I masturbate a lot. And I’m not thinking about him.

Anyway, so I’m at this party, I’m horny and there are guys all over the place. This was the perfect opportunity.

It was probably only about 9 o’clock when Charlie walked by. He’s the assistant golf pro at our club, and I knew him in passing. But we’d never really had a conversation. He was only 25 or so. He was completely out of my league.

“Hello Mrs. Thompson,” he said, walking toward the little bar that was set up in the backyard of the house.

It sort of took my breath away that he knew my name and was confident enough to say hello.

“Well hello, Charlie,” I said. “And call me Gina. How are you?”

We made small talk for a few minutes, him confidently sipping on a vodka tonic and carefully checking me out. I was more or less doing the same thing, looking at his bare tanned legs, his strong forearms and the slight bulge in his shorts.

I played with my hair a time or two, hoping he would get the clue. He did.

“Let me make you a drink, Gina,” he said, taking my empty red cup and walking to the bar as I tagged along, looking around sheepishly.

My friends were watching, all in a circle giggling at me. I tried to make them stop, widening my eyes at them and waving my hand down low. They just laughed louder.

“Here you go, Gina,” Charlie said, handing me a fresh drink.

He looked me right in the eyes and smiled.

“You look beautiful in that sundress,” he said.

I don’t know what came over me at that moment, but I kind of melted. The fact that he said it was charming if a bit forward. But I blushed like a teenager.

“I’m a married woman,” I said, smiling coyly. “But thank you. No one’s said that to me in a while.”

He feigned surprise and we started small talk again, and before I knew it we were walking inside the house. It was all so easy. I was being seduced by a man young enough to be my son, and I was completely comfortable with it. Not to mention that this was the young man my husband took lessons from, bought golf equipment from and had probably played golf with.

It turned kastamonu escort out that Charlie knew the owner of the house, and he was just leading me from room to room, giving me a tour, when all of a sudden he opened a door to a stairwell, flipped a switch and took my hand. He led me downstairs to a game room that was dimly lit. A pool table was in the middle of the room and a long leather couch along one wall.

We stood close together as I looked around the room. I guess he sensed how nervous or excited I was, because he put his arm around me and gave me just the slightest hug.

I looked at him, smiling slightly, and the next thing I know we were kissing. It was so wrong and so fucking hot. Here I was, alone in a strange house with a 25-year-old assistant golf pro and our tongues were in each other’s mouth.

My moans gave me away. His hand slid down my back and onto my ass. He figured that out immediately that I wasn’t wearing panties, pulling the back of my dress up and exposing my bare ass.

And then I was suddenly off my feet. He just sort of lifted me up and carried me to the couch, easing me down as we embraced and fell onto the couch in each other’s arms. I ran my hands down his chest and rested it on his stomach. The next thing I know, Charlie put his hand on mine and guided to the bulge in his shorts.

I massaged his cock as he moaned.

Then I undid his belt. I can’t tell you exactly what was going though my mind as I unbuttoned his shorts, but I have never wanted another man’s cock as badly as I wanted Charlie’s at that moment.

It was beautiful. He stood and slid out of his shorts and boxers, a fully erect, seven-inch cock springing out.

I was on my knees immediately, sliding that gorgeous cock into my mouth as he exhaled loudly and took a handful of blonde hair in his fist. I sucked him for five minutes, licking his balls, worshipping him on my knees with every intent of swallowing his cum.

But he had other ideas. He pulled me to my feet and carefully slipping me out of my dress, I undid my bra and threw it onto the couch as he bent me over and started fingering me from behind, my legs spread open and my hands on the arm of the couch.

I felt Charlie’s cock between my legs, and I opened wider.

“Fuck me, Charlie,” I whispered.

His cock entered me like a knife though soft butter, sliding inside me like we’d been doing this our entire lives. He fucked kayseri escort me standing up, cumming inside me like a garden hose, spewing cum deep inside me, more cum than I have ever felt.

God, it was intense.

He pulled out and lifted me to his mouth. We kissed passionately, me kissing him all over his face and his neck, eventually sliding my tongue down to suck his nipples as my hand wandered down to his wet, slick cock.

Amazingly, it was still hard.

Again, I went to my knees, sucking him, licking his balls, feeling him get harder than any cock I’ve ever felt.

The next thing I know, I’m on my back on the couch, my legs wide open and Charlie fucking me like a cheap whore. I was wild, my hair all in my face, my tits flopping, my arms out to the side.

“FUCK ME!” I yelled, not caring who heard us upstairs. “FUCK ME, CHARLIE!”

He fucked me like I’ve never been fucked before, making me cum over and over, him cumming in me a second time, absolutely filling me up with hot cum before standing suddenly.

“Get up,” he said insistently.

I was confused but then I heard footsteps and voices.

“Gina?”

“Oh God,” I said, pulling my dress on, straightening my hair and throwing my bra under the couch.

“Gina!”

It was my best friend, Susan. She turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs, saw me buttoning my dress and slipping into my sandals.

“We have to go,” she said. “Mary’s husband called. She has to leave right now.”

Mary was my ride.

I turned to tell Charlie good-bye, but Susan pulled me away.

“Good-bye, Charlie,” she said as I turned around and smiled at him. He was shirtless. His shorts were undone. He looked beautiful standing there.

“My God, Gina,” Susan said as we reached the top of the stairs. “That was Charlie Walker, the kid from the golf course. “You know they play golf together. What were you thinking?”

She lectured me all the way to the car, then no one said another word.

They dropped me off at my house. It was maybe 10:30. I walked in and found my husband snoring on the couch. He was lying on his back.

I walked over to him, smelled his breath. Bourbon.

I smiled and walked toward the hallway, but then turned and walked back, slipping out of my sandals and crawling onto the couch, crawling onto Brad and straddling his face.

I slid my wet pussy onto his face and just left it there, Charlie’s cum leaking out and into Brad’s snoring mouth. Instinctively, he swallowed and began to lap cum from my freshly fucked cunt.

I held his head and began to grind. I came twice, thinking about Charlie’s cock.

“You know what I’m going to do?” I asked my sleeping husband. “I’m going to take golf lessons.”

That’s exactly what I’m going to do.

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Katria woke up to the gray light of dawn, the beginning of her new life in Paradise. She heard the ocean lapping at the sand out the open window, the wind rustling the weeping willow and beach grass. She was about to close her eyes and fall back to sleep, when she heard the quiet rustle of sheets and a moment later, a low rumble-of-a-sigh. She froze, knowing she wasn’t married and had no boyfriends or children. She didn’t even know any of her new neighbors. Katria’s mind raced to find a plausible solution, but she couldn’t come to a logical conclusion. She slowly rolled over, staying in the same twenty inches of the mattress so as not to disturb whom or what was in the bed. When she got to her back, she gathered her courage and turned her head to look. He was very handsome in that rustic, lumberjack sort of way, a light four o’clock shadow and medium length hair giving him a messy, sexy look. From the look of his shoulders, he was powerfully built. If he had broken in, there was no way she could stop him from doing whatever he pleased. She had some strength but not enough to contend with him. At 5’7″, Katria was slightly curvy with light brown hair halfway down her back, a fair complexion, and odd colored, almond-shaped eyes.

He had one arm above the goose-down blanket over his waist, the other resting under his head on top of the pillow, the thick forearm relaxed and supple and the tricep extended and solid. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and Katria wondered if that’s all he wasn’t wearing. Come to that thought, she became aware herself of having nothing on, though she often slept naked anyway, rarely having guests in her old life. She very carefully sat up and looked about the room, which she recognized as not the one she chose, but the guest bedroom. There were two pairs of jeans, her favorite blouse, and what looked like his black Polo on the floor with undergarments strewn about. His breathing was still steady and deep, so she risked getting out of the bed to put something on, but in his sleep, his arm moved and locked around Katria’s hips, pulling her toward him. She struggled to maintain her position, and her movements caused him to wake. He groaned, that deep, slow, sexy growl from the bottom of the chest before he opened his eyes, and looked up at her.

His eyes! They were the purest blue of the clearest Mediterranean Sea, so full of life, love and sorrow. They fixed her to that spot, wiping all thought from her mind. You’d think she’d remember those eyes. Concern came into his face when he finally noticed the odd predicament they were in. He withdrew his arm, but she didn’t squirm away from him. She slowly set her full weight back down on the bed, leaning in close. “Who are you?” she asked. He responded, still in that low, growling voice, ” My name is Sean Randall, uum, where am I?”

“This is my house, I just moved here yesterday. I’m Ari- uh Katria LeReau.” She couldn’t stop staring at those eyes. She could tell that he hadn’t broken in, but she was still leery.

What was he doing here? Had she brought him here? Then why did they end up in this room instead of hers? She was lost in his eyes, and hardly noticed that she hadn’t covered her chest up. He swallowed, and tried to avert his eyes from her full bosom before he got excited. Too late. He could feel his cock swell and rub against the sheets, which didn’t help much. When he looked away, she thought she had made him uncomfortable, but she had no idea how. She looked down trying to figure out what it was and saw her breasts uncovered, the nipples hard and erect. Katria blushed, looked away, and fervently grabbed for a sheet.

An idea took form inside Sean’s mind. He placed his hand over hers, resting on her breast and her eyes met his again. He could feel the dip and rise of her erratic breath and, under that, the quivering beat of her heart. She stopped, unsure of his motives. He leaned in to kiss her, gently at first, then deeper, more emotion and she responded in kind.

His hand slid down over the sheet resting just below her breast, under her arm and around her back. Katria slid along the sheets toward him, not remembering the last time she did something like this; could it have been last night? She was right next to him, her breasts flattening against his well-defined chest, nipples crying out in relief of contact. Sean’s hand slid down her spine, causing her to shudder in anticipation, momentarily massaging the small of her back. It followed the curve of her body to stop at the perfect point, the rounded edge of her backside, as his mouth traveled to her neck, delivering little kisses and bites. How did I know she likes biting? He wondered. What exactly did we get into last night?

Oh my god! Nobody knows I love getting bit! Her head screamed. She put her arms around his neck and pushed his mouth closer to her pulsing neck, her leg creeping over his hips and settling her heel in the curve of his back. He was already hard but this lusting was driving him crazy. She pulled him even closer and felt his tip, so smooth it’s soft, but still hard, like a river rock. She rolled him over onto his back, and traversed down until diyarbakır escort she found it, the little soldier awaiting leave. At ten inches tall and two and a half inches around, it was the biggest one she had seen in person. Quite a mouthful, at least for her. Katria closed her fingers around it one by one, feeling his pulse, strong and frantic. She teased him a little, tracing the prominent veins lightly with a fingernail as her other hand trailed down to weigh his balls. He smacked her ass and grabbed her hips, twisting her around to face him. He pulled one of her legs over his waist so she straddled him. Sean began teasing her pussy with his fingers and rock hard abs, flexing, rocking back and forth, up and down under her as she sank lower and lower onto his stomach.

God this feels so good!!!! They both thought

“I can’t take it anymore!” Katria moaned. She sat up on her knees, her hands resting on his pecs and crawled backwards, hovering over his waiting cock. She didn’t even need her fingers to hold him in the right spot, so she lowered herself, inch by inch, until her hips met his. He is so deep, I can feel him in the bottom of my stomach. He shifted slightly and her pussy tightened around him, constricting so much that he groaned like a bear with pleasure. His hands slid up her legs, feathering the back of her knees and causing her to shiver, before settling on either side of her waist, his thumbs moving up and down against her pelvis, making her muscles spasm. All the while, Katria’s pussy was getting wetter and wetter just holding position around him, juices leaking out. Katria started slow, rocking back and forth against Sean’s pelvis, feeling his fat cock shiver against her g-spot in the perfect rhythm. His hands tightened, massaging, heightening her pleasure. She placed her hands on his still moist abs, bracing them there, feeling him flex into her biting nails as she slowly lifted her body, running up the length of his rigid member, feeling every ridge, vein, inch, and beat of his heart. She went back down, swaying her hips as she did so she shimmied all the way down his perfect tumescence. Katria slowly moved faster and faster, speeding in response to Sean’s movements.

Sean sat up, pulling Katria close, taking her full breast into his mouth, sucking, gently taking the nipple between his teeth, one hand playing with the other breast. Katria wrapped her arms around his head, her fingers digging into his thick light brown hair, pushing him into the soft flesh of her bust.

He moved, his arms going under her knees, lifting her up and onto her back. He flipped himself over, his mouth right against her abs, one hand sliding up to cup her breast, the other going south to play with her clit and soaking pussy. He tongued her belly button and slipped his middle finger into her creamy soft hole, searching for that one spot that would make her jump with excitement. His tongue traversed down, leaving a flaming trail down her abdomen. She convulsed. He had found the perfect spot, and decided to give her a little more pleasure. He lowered his head, and nuzzled her lips, his tongue poking out and seeking her clit. His finger massaged that spot, his tongue driving her wild at the same time.

Katria’s hands went under his hair line and behind his ears. She dug her nails in, and pulled his mouth up to meet hers again, Sean’s body aligning just right so she felt his arousal and he teased her, rubbing it against the outside. His tongue played with hers, nuzzling her teeth, tickling the roof of her mouth.

He inserted is throbbing cock, slowly, so slowly. Both hands were on her breasts, the thumbs playing and pinching her sensitive nipples, holding his torso above her with his bulging biceps and firm abs. Her hands curved around his back, the freshly manicured nails digging into his hard muscle. Sean moved faster, the feeling rising.

“Can I cum inside?” he breathlessly murmured.

“Oh god yes, please, cum into me, gimme all you got!” Katria moaned.

Sean picked up the pace, causing Katria to wiggle and squirm. He paused for half a heartbeat, and then slammed as far as he could into her, his cock feeling like an unmanned fire hose. It shook and bounced and spilled load after load deep into her, feeling her pussy tighten to orgasm. Sean dropped out after they relaxed, allowing his tumescence to exit her dripping orifice.

An awkward silence settled on the room. They looked at each other, wondering what to do now. The sun broke above the horizon, lighting their bodies ablaze through the window.

“Would you like some breakfast?” Katria asked, “It’s got to be about 7 or 8. I’ll go make something up.”

“Sure, thank you, Katria. Seriously.” Sean watched as she got up from the bed and left the room. He flopped back on the pillows, arms making wings as he put them behind his head. He looked around for his boxer briefs, locating them hanging on the mirror of the bureau, and slipped them on. He went into the attached bathroom, and washed his face, splashing cold water on his still burning forehead and neck. In the mirror, Sean looked edirne escort at himself and noticed several new marks, red but only slightly raised. He turned around and caught the marks on his back from her nails. The thought made him smile. Sean left the bathroom and went to find Katria, learning the layout of the house as he went.

Katria heard the water running in the guest bathroom, bit her lip, and smiled at the memories of what they had just done. Oh God that was wonderful! She thought. She had wiped herself down in the hall bathroom and gotten a couple eggs and some sausage from the fridge, which she needed to stock. She took down her favorite frying pan and set it on the stove over a flame. She threw a pat of butter in, swirling it around half the pan, and cracked an egg into it. She made rounded patties from the sausage and set them on the clean side of the pan. The water stopped in the bathroom, and Katria began listening for his footsteps on the white and black granite tile.

He padded down the hallway, barefoot, nude except for the underwear. He looked around the kitchen, saw her and walked over to her, his footsteps turning soft and barely audible. He snuck up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist just under her breasts. She was startled, thinking nobody could have snuck up on her with the echo of the house. Sean had been pleasantly surprised when he walked in and saw that her attire hadn’t changed. He nuzzled into her neck and she tilted her head for better access, relishing in the stubble that lightly scratched her. His teeth grazed her skin and she shuddered. She grabbed a slice of bread, and flipped the egg and a sausage patty onto it, throwing a piece of cheese on before another slice of bread to make a sandwich. Katria held up the sandwich for him. Sean took it and kissed the side of her temple. She threw another egg into the pan, pulling out another slice of bread. Sean stood right behind her leaning against the island, enjoying the meal and the view.

Katria put the other egg and sausage on her sandwich, turned off the stove and turned around to face him, resting against the range countertop. She smiled and enjoyed her view as well. He still looked a little aroused and she supposed that it must not be good for him to see her fully nude like this. “I’m going to go put something on.” she said, finishing her sandwich.

“Why?” he asked.

“Aren’t you uncomfortable?” she asked, gesturing toward the bump in his shorts.

Sean looked down, looked back up and murmured with soft smiling eyes, “That’s just me. But I’m fairly comfortable.” God, she’s sweet.

Katria leaned back again the counter, smirking, planning her next move. No one was expecting her anywhere today, maybe she could…..

Sean thought about today’s schedule. He had a few things planned, but they didn’t have to happen today. He could mail that letter tomorrow, reschedule his boys’ night out, and pick up his evening wear at the dry cleaners in a couple days.

Katria went to the bathroom to relieve her aching bladder. He watched her, examining the way her hips swayed with the walk. Katria could feel him watching her and she picked up the pace. He turned back around, looking down at the ground, thinking of what he could avoid just to spend the day with her. Sean looked in the fridge for something to wash the sandwich down, and pulled out the half gallon of milk in the door. They even liked the same milk, Whole. After looking in the cabinets, he procured a juice glass and poured some into it. He chugged it back, and set the glass in the sink.

Katria watched herself in the bathroom mirror. Could she spend the day with this man? Would that be too imposing? There were bite marks on her neck and breasts, remnants of their passion. She looked down into the sink where the water was running. She watched the water swirl around the bowl into a tornado before disappearing down the silver drain. She glanced out the window, the sun above the top molding, and watched the waves, battling with the decision in her mind.

I’m going to do it, I’m gonna ask him to spend today with me. She turned the water off and spun around, prepared to walk back into the kitchen to ask him.

Smack! Her bare chest met his and his arms went around her to keep her from falling.

“Oh my god, I’m so sor —“

“Don’t be, it was my fault too. I shouldn’t have snuck up you like that, but I wanted to ask you a question,” he said.

“Okay, what?”

“Do you have anything going on today? I’d like to spend time with you.”

Did he just read her mind? “Uum, yeah, I mean, no, uh. No I-I don’t have plans today and yes I’d like to spend time together.”

“Well, first things first, why don’t we wash up? A shower maybe?” Sean’s hands dropped from around her, and he walked over to the stand-up shower in the corner, thumbs hooked in the front of his underwear.

“I think we can manage together, but it’ll be a little snug.” Katria walked up behind him. She slipped her fingers in the elastic of his briefs, running back and forth just above his gorgeous buttocks. edirne escort bayan She tugged a little at them and he let his hands pull them down from the front, letting them drop to the floor. He stepped over them and into the shower, her hand in his, pulling her in with him.

He backed up against one wall, Katria leaning forward into his chest. She started the water asking what kind of temperature he liked. “I love hot, steamy showers.” he replied, a finger curling a strand of her soft brown hair around itself and wafting her scent to his sensitive nose. Sean picked up the bar of soap, held it under the water for a moment, then, with his arms around her, began with the small of her back, working his way up her spine, Katria’s hair swept over her shoulders and hanging down her front. He rubbed the bar of soap around her back, bubbles forming, thickening, becoming a slippery mass.

Katria let her head fall back feeling his strong hands touching so gently. Sean leaned forward and bent his head down slightly, his teeth grazing her exposed neck. Her head dropped back, looking for his intent in those gorgeous eyes. She thought she saw some possessiveness mixed with lust hiding in those deep cavernous orbs. She felt it first as he moved and pulled her closer. It wasn’t hard yet, but she could fix that. The soap had worked its way up Sean’s forearms, and around Katria’s waist. He wasn’t prepared for her when she suddenly slipped down between his arms. He reached out to catch her before she hit the floor, thinking she lost her footing. But she was bent on one knee, kneeling, and her nose inches from her target, his hands stretched downward.

Katria took his soft phallus in her hands, massaging the skin and testicles as she watched it fill with blood, his hands flattening against the tile side of the shower. She ran her tongue over the tip, looking up as Sean’s eyes widened, endorphins bombarding his body. She molded her lips around his hardness, the water pit-pattering her back and hair, marveling at the way his legs stiffened and his breathing got shallower. Katria set her palms flat against his thighs using only her mouth to hold him. She moved her head down his length, felt him harden in her mouth. His hands moved from against the wall, slowly coming around his hips and positioning themselves on her head, using the leverage to thrust deeper into her throat.

God this feels so good! Sean thought, the feeling rising, up and up, until…..

“Mmpmh!” Katria took all of his cum, swallowing it spurt after spurt, his cock almost vibrating in her open mouth as she stayed still. She pulled back, throwing her head back and letting the water from the shower head flow over her face, a silly gleeful smile playing at the corners of her mouth. He bent down and pulled her into his embrace, into a kiss. Katria took the bar of soap from him, and began with his chest, the soft bristly hair tickling her palms as she leaned close enough for her breasts to rub against his pecs. Sean let his hands fall to the voluptuous curve between her waist and her hips as she soaped his stomach and ribs. She put the bar back in its perch, and picked up the small bottle of shampoo.

She pulled his head toward her by his neck, his hair matting down under the water cascading over their flushed faces. Katria pushed with her mouth, squeezing shampoo onto her hand, and moving his head out of the stream of water before running her fingers up over the back of Sean’s head through his hair. Sean slowly closed his eyes, his smirk widening, and lowered his forehead to her chest, Katria’s hands still massaging his now sudsy hair. She stepped back pulling him with her so he stood in the water, the soap in his hair running down the rest of his delicious body.

He looked up at her through wet lashes, those incredible, piercing eyes boring straight to her soul. Sean turned the bottle upside down over Katria’s head, pouring the contents on her wet hair, taking his turn to massage her scalp and watch her luxuriate in the feeling.

God she’s wonderful. Her eyes are so unusual, so sparked. Sean thought, the hot water pounding on his back, running over his shoulders, and down his arms. Katria’s hands rested against his abs, tickling as they wandered up and around, crawling up to his broad shoulders. She tightened her embrace walking under the shower head and kissing him. The soap that was all over both of them mixed and ran down to their feet, their bodies refreshed and rinsed by the heat and moisture.

Sean turned the water off and cracked the door of the shower. He peeked out, looking for a towel. Katria opened the door completely and stepped out onto the floor mat, grabbing a towel off the rack for him and herself. She flipped her hair forward wrapping the towel around it and threw her head back. The door had been open the whole time so it wasn’t all that steamy but it was still very warm. Sean walked out of the shower with the towel around his hips, the grooves defining them easily visible. Katria walked into the room across the hall, the bedroom she originally chose for its view of the ocean, not the one they ended up in. She walked to her closet and pulled out a drawer. She withdrew a cute bottom of a bikini, black with a little bit of gold on the front, and slipped into them. She grabbed the matching top and threw a dress over it. After sliding her feet into black sandals, she swiped some jewelry from her bureau and clipped it on.

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Carla

The hotel bedroom was shades of white, and white was the colour of the T-shirt she was wearing. I pulled it slowly over her head as she lay on the huge white bed and slipped it off to uncover a plain white bra she didn’t really need to restrain her small firm breasts.

It was my first summer in Milan, and it seemed a long way from Sheffield. I was there to learn Italian; she was studying industrial design and was there on a work placement. We had been seeing each other for a few weeks but this was our first time together. It wasn’t exactly planned, not that anything about our relationship had been planned. Just before I came out to Italy I had sort-of broken up with my girlfriend (who might or might not still be there for me when I got back, it was complicated) so I didn’t consider myself to be on the market. But all that changed when Carla came into my life.

It was love (or lust) at first sight. Not that Carla was what I’d have called my type: short, gamine, dark-haired with soulful brown eyes — very Italian. What she saw in me I’ll never know. We met in a random bar; I was feeling lonely and a bit homesick and thought I would try and find some of this dolce vita that was supposed to be about. She was with a girlfriend and in the ordinary way I’d just have left her alone but there was something about her. She caught me looking at her a couple of times and I looked away, embarrassed. But when the girlfriend finished her drink and left, Carla hung around, even though her glass was almost empty.

I told myself I was just practicing my Italian and asked her if she’d like a drink. She hesitated long enough for me to convince myself that I’d said the wrong thing, and then she accepted.

So we’d been on a few sort-of dates, we’d had lunch a couple of times, we’d been to the cinema, and then some actual dates, there’d been a little necking. Tonight we’d been for dinner at a place she recommended and maybe had too much to drink and she’d asked me shyly back to her room. I wasn’t going to say no. We’d never done much more than kiss, not for want of trying on my part. I knew the hotel where she was staying but had never been invited in: a swanky modern place bang in the centre of town, well beyond most people’s budget, but her family were loaded so I guessed they were paying for it.

I discarded my own shirt and we lay together for a while, kissing and enjoying the closeness of our bodies. She kissed me back with enthusiasm and abandon, caressing my neck and shoulders. I unhooked the bra and she raised her arms to let me slide it off. Her soft olive skin was a shade paler underneath. There was a dark fuzz of hair under her upraised arms.

I had been obsessed with her breasts for a long time. She’d sometimes let me stroke them through her clothing, and I’d had the odd glimpse when she was wearing a low-cut top, but this was the first time I’d seen them in all their glory. They were lovely, pear-shaped and yielding to the touch. I gave them a lot of attention with my mouth and finger, especially the tender undersides. Her nipples were small and dark, and when I sucked on them gently she gave a little moan of pleasure. I’d never known her let herself go like this. It was incredibly exciting.

She was wearing loose black trousers of some soft material and they pulled down easily to expose the tops of her thighs. She raised her neat little backside to help. Underneath she had white panties with a pink love-heart embroidered on the front. I had to smile: so Carla. A few dark pubic hairs were sneaking enticingly out of the waistband.

I caressed the hot satin skin of her inner thighs and she sighed with pleasure. Then I very gently placed a fingertip at the tip of the love-heart, and was rewarded with a soft gasping cry. I began to move my finger in slow little circles.

“Yes, like that. Just there.”

I kissed her neck, and the place just behind her ear which I knew was sensitive. Carla was panting hard. She began to buck her hips a little in time with my movements. Soon she was tossing her head from side to side on the pillow. I could feel her body tensing.

“Mother of God, I’m coming!”

I’d dreamed so often of making her come. She cried out, and her fingernails dug into my shoulders. It was intoxicating.

I stood up and shed the rest of my clothes. Carla watched me through sleepily half-closed eyes, naked but for her pink ankle-socks and the little white love-heart panties.

“I don’t have a condom,” I admitted sheepishly.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got a coil.”

I didn’t quite understand what she said — Carla’s from the south, and I was still having trouble with her accent — but I got the gist of it. I was surprised: she’d always been so demure that I had half-expected her to be a virgin. Relieved as well.

Quickly I rejoined her and slid the panties down her legs. She kicked them away.

“I’m so wet for you.”

She was too, visibly so. Her bush was full and inviting, the lips of her sex a bursa escort rich dark pink like a damask rose. I couldn’t remember ever having been so hard. I was almost shaking. Carla raised her knees in the classic gesture of invitation: no language barrier there.

She grunted softly when I slid into her. She was so soft and hot and welcoming. I didn’t dare to move in case I came right there and then.

“You feel so good,” I whispered. I wanted to tell her she had a beautiful cunt, but my Italian wasn’t up to it. You never get the words you really need in phrase-books.

“You too. Fuck me, my darling.”

Finally I began to move, slowly, desperate to last, wanting her to enjoy every second as much as I was. Carla’s little sounds of pleasure were a more powerful turn-on than any porn-star screaming could have been. It was so intimate, for my ears only. Her face was incredibly expressive — I already knew and loved that about her — and now she was sexier than ever, squirming under me, every stroke acknowledged with a soft mewing sigh and a squeeze of her fingers on my upper arms. It was too much.

“Shit,” I said in English, and then in Italian: “I can’t hold it.”

“It doesn’t matter. Fill me.”

And I did: a scalding hot orgasm that seemed to go on forever. I was ashamed and relieved at once.

“I’m sorry.”

“I told you, it doesn’t matter. It was lovely.”

I stayed in her. We kissed some more. She began stroking my back.

“That’s nice.”

After a little while I started to get hard again. She gazed into my eyes.

“My God. You stallion.”

“You have that effect on me.”

She giggled. When other women giggled I found it annoying: somehow it was just sweet when she did it.

“I want to make you come,” I said.

“Yes.”

I began to move steadily, pulling almost all the way out, pushing all the way in. Carla began to move with me, sighing with each thrust as she had before. She wrapped her legs around me and I could feel the slight roughness of her socks against my calves.

“Does it feel good?”

“Fantastic,” she said. “Don’t stop.”

So I kept going, not varying the pace. I raised myself a little so that I could go a little deeper, and so I had space to caress her breasts. As soon as I grazed a nipple she cried out softly.

“Darling. Too much.”

“You want me to stop?”

“Oh God. I love it.”

I knew she was starting to get close again from the way she breathed, the increasing urgency of her movements. She turned her head this way and that as I began to go harder. Her cries grew louder, more staccato.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured. “So sexy. Come for me.”

“I’m close.”

“I know.”

“Faster. Oh my God yes, yes, yes…”

Her second climax was even lovelier than the first. I could feel her insides clamping and relaxing, over and over. She collapsed beneath me, breathless, her face flushed and glistening.

“You darling,” she murmured. “That was fantastic.”

Still hard, I pulled out of her reluctantly and rolled over beside my lover. I felt exhausted and triumphant and blissfully happy. Carla snuggled into me. She touched my cock, hesitantly at first, then stroking it with greater confidence as I sighed with pleasure.

“He’s beautiful,” she said. “Can I ride him?”

“Be my guest.”

I rolled onto my back, happy she would be doing the work this time. Carla straddled me, teasing me for a while, toying with my cock.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said again, and I meant it.

“Darling.” She raised herself a little and slipped me inside her. “Oh, if you knew how that feels…”

Her cunt was like silk. She moved slowly, slowly, circling her hips around. When she leaned forward to take her weight on her arms, her breasts seemed to offer themselves to my hands. I didn’t resist temptation.

“I want this to go on forever,” she sighed.

It couldn’t go on forever, of course, but it was extraordinary while it did. Carla began to touch herself, much as I had earlier, and the muscles in her outspread thighs began to tremble. She was breathing hard, her eyes closed to focus on the sensations, her face an erotic masterpiece.

“Are you going to come again?” I asked. A stupid question, but I had the idea that talking dirty turned her on.

“Yes. Soon. You feel so good inside me… so deep…”

I started to push up into her, wanting to drive her over the edge, to see and hear another beautiful release. She whimpered plaintively, desperate to make it last, but after a dozen hard strokes like this she was gone. She fell onto me, almost sobbing. When she could speak again, she said:

“Incredible. So strong… no man has ever done that to me.”

I held her close. We were both sweating and her overflowing juices were sticking us together anyhow. But even though she was a mess, right at that moment she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and I told her so çanakkale escort in my best Italian. Except for the part about being a mess, of course.

“You’re sweet.”

“I mean it.”

“Will you stay tonight?”

It hadn’t occurred to me to leave, even if I’d had the strength. “Of course.”

“I need a shower.”

“Me too.”

“Maybe later.” She kissed me fondly. “You still didn’t come again.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“But it isn’t fair.”

“I don’t mind.”

“And it’s such a waste…”

She reached down to caress my half-hard cock. I was surprised to find that I still had the energy to respond.

“So you still find me sexy even though I look like this.”

“You look incredible.”

“I must look like I fell out of a tree.”

“I have a thing for women who fall out of trees.”

She giggled again. “It’s so easy to be with you. I never met a man like you before. Italian men are so serious.”

“I’m serious sometimes. Carla, I’m falling in love with you.”

“And I’ve fallen in love with this.” A gentle squeeze of the head of my cock made me gasp. “Make love to me again, darling.”

“How do you want it?”

“Any way you want,” she said with a boldness I hadn’t known in her before. “But I want to feel you come inside me again. It was so good before.”

I still wasn’t sure if I could, but there was only one way to find out. I eased her over onto her back. No preliminaries were required. She was so open now that I slid in deep with barely any friction. Her welcoming moan was richer, fuller: she was no longer a girl but a woman. My woman.

I moved in her with a rocking motion, wanting to come but wanting it to last. She moved with me, her fingers caressing my neck and shoulders. To my surprise, and hers too I think, after a few minutes she began to build to yet another climax. Her soft straining cries became louder, more plaintive. With the finish-line in sight, I began to give it to her harder. I couldn’t take my eyes from her face.

She opened her eyes to stare into mine. “Together,” she gasped urgently.

I came first, barely. The instant she felt me spurt inside her she arched her back and shuddered.

“My God!”

“Carla!”

I kissed her, too overcome to speak. I couldn’t have found the right words anyway, certainly not in Italian.

Later we showered together in her lavish bathroom and I took her against the tiled wall as hot water streamed over us. I’d never done that before; maybe she had, she never spoke about other men. It was hard work, supporting her weight with her legs wrapped around me while I ploughed up into her, but it was fantastic for both of us. Carla came twice, her cries amplified by the echo of the bathroom. She told me I was insatiable, not that she could talk.

We dried ourselves off and collapsed into bed, leaving our clothes strewn around the room. Carla fell asleep in my arms and once again I felt that overwhelming surge of love and tenderness that she seemed to bring out in me as no other woman ever had.

I woke from a deep sleep somewhere in the small hours to the sensation of her hot soft mouth on my cock. For a second or two I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming. She had my balls in her hand and was sucking on the tip, running her tongue around the rim as if she was eating an ice-cream.

“Carla?”

She stopped. “Damn, I wanted to see if I could make you come without waking you.”

“You could wake the dead doing that.”

She giggled. “I think you’re still alive.”

I was rock-hard. She slid up my body, not quite relinquishing her gentle grip on my genitals.

“You’re very, very good at that,” I said.

“I know.”

“I should return the favour.”

“Another time. I want you inside me again.”

“Again?”

“Again.”

She guided me in, sighing deeply as I slid fully inside. She had already got me half-way there so I knew it wouldn’t last but clearly it had turned her on as well. I could feel her fingers moving busily as she gave herself some extra stimulation.

“I’m going to come any second,” I warned her.

“Yes! Do it!”

She wasn’t quite there when I came but she finished seconds later, panting hard.

When I woke up again — naturally, this time — it was full daylight and Carla was sleeping on her side with her back to me, still exquisitely naked. Very gently, so as not to wake her, I began to caress her shoulders, then her flanks. I kissed the back of her neck, the skin behind her ear. She rolled back against me, still asleep, so that the warm soft flesh of her buttock was against my cock. I let my fingers stray across her hip to the coarse hair of her mound. Very carefully, still not wanting to wake her with a false move, I searched blindly for the spot. I knew I had found it when she whimpered softly in her sleep.

I began to make little circles with my fingertip, just I had that first time I made her come. Carla çankırı escort began to squirm, rubbing herself against me. By this time I was iron-hard. I pushed between her legs. I could feel she was wet. I put the tip of my cock just against her entrance.

“My God,” she murmured, “yes.”

That was all the permission I needed to thrust right into her. She groaned and rolled over onto her front, her legs parted, her hands clutching tightly on the pillow. I fucked her steadily and deep. In this position she couldn’t move much but her deep sighs of pleasure reassured me it was good for her. I continually kissed her neck and shoulders.

“Harder,” she urged. “Yes, like that. Oh yes, I’m coming.”

“Come for me.”

“Yes! For you! Ohh…”

Her whole body seemed to quake as she reached a beautiful deep orgasm. I paused to give her time to recover.

“What a way to wake up,” she said fondly.

“I couldn’t help it. You’re so gorgeous.”

After a little while she disengaged herself and rolled onto her back.

“Will you do something for me?”

“Of course.”

“I want to watch you come.”

This was a new one on me. “Okay.”

“Actually I want you to come on me.”

“On you?”

“All over me. Come on my tits.”

I’d never had a woman request that before. It was especially surprising coming from a girl who, before last night, had been so shy and clean-spoken. But that only made it sexier.

I straddled her to give her the best view possible. Her eyes were fixed on my cock while her hand moved onto her sex. She looked incredible. I had had so many morning sessions imagining her naked body that I was ready for a quick finish. I began stroking my flaming cock while she got busy with her fingers.

“Do you want this?” I asked.

“Yes.”

I was breathing hard. “It’s all for you.”

“Come for me,” she panted. “I want it.”

“Oh, Carla…”

I came hard, over her belly, the back of her hand, spattering her shaking breasts. Carla whimpered as she approached her peak. With her free hand she massaged my come into her skin, over her breasts, her collar-bone. I had never seen anything so devastatingly erotic. She climaxed with a grunt, her back arching, her eyes closed.

“That was so hot,” she said. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

“I think I need another shower.”

“I think you do.”

We showered, separately this time, and put on the white towelling bathrobes supplied by the hotel. While I was in the shower, Carla phoned down to room service for croissants, coffee and orange juice. If the waiter who brought them in was surprised she had company he did a good job of hiding it; but I guess that’s part of what you pay for in a place like that.

It was a pleasant morning, so we breakfasted on her balcony which overlooked a park. It felt as if we had been lovers forever, in a good way.

“Do you have to be anywhere today?” I asked her.

“I just want to be with you.” Her smile was heart-stopping.

“That sounds good to me.”

The bathrobe brought out her suntan. The way she was sitting, relaxed and with her thighs a little open, made it ride up a little, making a dark inviting cavern. Heaven knows I ought to have been satisfied with the amount of sex we’d had already but maybe she was right, I was insatiable.

“It’s a beautiful day,” she said. “Maybe we should go out somewhere.”

“In a little while.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Meaning?”

“Meaning maybe we could stay in for a while.”

“I see.”

I put my hand on her thigh, just at the edge of her robe, so that I wasn’t quite touching her skin. I could feel the heat of her body, though. Carla sipped her coffee, playing it cool.

“Carla, I’m crazy about you.”

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

“Perhaps.”

“Maybe I don’t want to be seduced.”

“Do you want me to take my hand away?”

“I didn’t say that.”

I brushed her skin lightly with the very tips of my fingers. She didn’t react but kept on drinking coffee. I let my hand slide down between her thighs. It was pretty hot down there. Carla put her cup down and closed her eyes. I moved my hand towards her knee, so that the robe parted a little more. I switched to the other thigh and moved back up again, taking my time, teasing her.

“Touch me,” she murmured.

“I am touching you.”

“You know what I mean. Touch me there.”

“Where?” I wanted her to say the word because I knew it would turn her on.

“My pussy.”

“Like this?” I brushed against the lips of her cunt, barely making contact.

“Oh God. Yes.”

“I’d like to lick you there,” I said. “Would you like that?”

By way of answer, Carla turned a little to face me and spread her legs. I knelt between them. She was already a little wet. I could see it and smell it.

Knowing she enjoyed a gentle touch, I ran the very tip of my tongue along her crack, stopping just short of her clit. She whimpered. I did it again, slowly, making her wait, and then flicked my tongue over her button so that she gasped and her thighs quivered. I kept this up for what seemed like an eternity, gradually making my touch a little firmer until she was breathing hard and I judged she was close to the edge.

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Note: this is a continuation of the story “Cathy Series” by antlerBoy. It works okay as a stand-alone story, but will make more sense if you read the other parts. Er, yeah, that makes sense, right? Right.

If you like this story, please enter a vote for it (how you rate it, scale one to five). That’s the only way I know if anyone likes this stuff. And please leave comments, public or private. Should I continue this series? I have my own fantasies, but maybe yours could become a part of this series? Let me know, and thank you. –antlerBoy

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All the next day was uneventful, save for the memories of Cathy’s arranged encounter from last night. I’d worked the day, spent some time straightening the apartment, and then cooked and finished dinner alone. I mean, if blasting a pre-fab dinner in the microwave counts as ‘cooking’, well, I did that.

I had just settled down to practice my guitar. It was just after 9pm when my cell phone ‘chirped’ with its text-message tone:

Cathy: ” MEET AT ANTOINES RESTAURANT 10:15 PLS YES OR NO.”

I texted back “SURE.” A moment later, my cell phone ‘chirped’ with her reply: “OK BYE.”

And then sat back to think … huh? Why? Cathy had brought me some of the most amazing sexual encounters of my life, and all of it in just a few short days. “What does she have in mind now?” I thought again… why? Surely, any news, or any new “dates” could wait until tomorrow.

Honestly, in the back of my mind, what I really wanted was Cathy. But I also knew she was a prize I knew that I could never have.

Must be important, I thought to myself as I took a shower, and then scrambled to find clean clothes amidst clean piles of unsorted laundry.

Sigh. I know I’ll always be a bachelor. But I still wanted to look good for Cathy… for whatever the reason of this late-night meet.

Antoines is a wanna-be upscale restaurant downtown. Great Sicilian food, prices a notch higher than they should be, and decorated with horrible faux-Italian artwork. It’s run by an old-world family, so the service is always fast and friendly. And it’s dark, and always quiet, except for the whisper-soft classical music playing from overhead speakers. How they stay in business when the place is always deserted is, well, something that is better not asked of Sicilians.

Stepping inside, I straightened my tie and tugged my sleeves straight as I scanned the room… YES — over in the corner was Cathy. In a booth, sitting across from a woman that I didn’t recognize. I moved to take the seat next to Cathy.

Turns out I was horribly overdressed: suit and tie, while Cathy and her friend wore workout-sweats, thin T-shirts, and windbreaker jackets that çorum escort had been taken off, and piled in a heap at the corner of the booth. Both of them smiled brightly as I took a seat beside Cathy.

“Jim, this is Janie, from my Lamaze class… Janie, this is Jim.”

Janie rose from her seat, extending a hand in greeting. I motioned her back down as I gently shook her hand in greeting. I noted as she began to stand, that the swell of her pregnant form pulled up over the edge of the table. Not far along… maybe 4 months.

In a word: Janie was magnificent. Early 20’s, long blonde trusses of hair to just below her shoulders. Perfect skin, and piercing blue eyes. And… well okay, frankly: she had large breasts. Now I never miss details like that… but these breasts were not details: they were high on her chest, round and large, and were pressed tightly into a bra. A black bra, where the outlines of the straps and cups clearly showed from beneath her off-white shirt.

A pleasant hour passed as the three of us laughed over small talk: the latest movies, the antics of Charlie Sheen and more.

Cathy finally turned to me, and motioning at Janie said: “Janie and I met at the Lamaze class… and she has, well… told me some things. That’s why I invited you here tonight. Janie, don’t be shy… Jim’s a friend. Tell him.”

Underneath the table, Cathy dragged her fingertips up and down my thigh as she awaited her friend’s reply. My cock instantly responded to her touch.

Janie looked down at the table, her shoulder-length blonde hair almost hiding her face.

“Well, I’m single, I guess. At least I am now. My ex-boyfriend got me this… way. When he learned that I was preggers… well, that’s the last I ever heard from him. Serious. He skipped town, and even our friends don’t know where he is. And Cathy tells me that… well, you’re a good listener.”

Janie rose her eyes from the table, meeting mine as she continued: “I don’t know what else to say: it’s just really nice to meet you.”

A tear formed on Janie’s cheek as she finished her words.

With a smile, I reached across the table to brush away that tear, and just then:

Cathy’s cell phone rang. Her twist to grab it out of her purse broke the moment, but I continued to lock my eyes into Janie’s growing smile.

So intent on Janie, I only caught a few words of Cathy’s conversation on the cell phone: “Yes. Right… Are you sure? Is there anyone else…” Words like that.

Janie then scooted out from her seat, and dabbed a napkin to her lips as she stood.

“Sorry, when I’m like this, I have to go to the… well, you know.”

I watched as she walked denizli escort to the back of the restaurant: her full hips and thighs pulled tight against her sweat pants. Sexy? Yes, oh yes.

Minutes passed as Cathy continued her cell-phone conversation. I heard her urgent chat with pieces of sentences: “Yes, I understand… No… Yes… No Way!” and then finally: “I’ll be there for you, don’t worry…” and on and on.

Janie returned from the lady’s room, twisting into her seat to become comfortable, with the swell of her belly grazing against the table.

Now before Janie left, she had been wearing a dark bra that had caught my attention. Well, okay, I’m a man who takes note of such things. But upon her return, that bra was very much gone. It was clear to see the sagging forms of breasts, swollen by her pregnancy, and two profound nipples straining against the fabric of her T-shirt.

Janie shrugged her shoulders back as she moved to be comfortable at the booth. I could only gape in amazement, watching those nipples sway against the thin fabric, becoming harder and more pointed as she settled into her seat.

Oh my. At this point my cock was at full attention, tight against my dress slacks. From this dreamy, erotic haze, I was awakened by the sound of Cathy slamming the cover of her cell phone.

“Darn it!” Cathy barked. Turning to Janie, she continued: “That was Sally from our Lamaze class: she’s going into labor, her husband is away, she’s called all her friends, and I’m the only one left. I have to get down to the hospital NOW to help her. Darn it, she needs help… I have to go. Jim, can you drive Janie home?”

I could only smile my reply, nodding to the both of them.

Heh.

To my surprise, under the table, I felt Janie’s foot move to touch the inside of my leg. But without a flinch she almost giggled back to Cathy: “I think Jim will take me wherever I need to go.”

Cathy scurried out the door of the restaurant as I walked to the register and paid the bill. Then it was my pleasure to escort Janie to my car: opening the door, and helping guide her into the seat.

I fired the engine. Janie turned as she tugged and struggled with the seat belt: “Since I started to ‘show’ these just don’t fit around me anymore.” With two more tugs, she gave up.

“Help me.”

I reached behind her to find the belt, and pulled it taught, up over her shoulder, and then down over her belly. She was right: it was an awkward fit. As I adjusted the seat belt, my hands couldn’t help but graze her nipples through her taught shirt.

I was pretty sure that I heard Janie moan as I did that. Very softly, almost under her breath.

The düzce escort drive to Janie’s apartment was only minutes, and I pulled and parked, jumping to help her out of the car. Just watching her step out, all of her so tight against her T-shirt and workout sweats was… almost more than I could take.

Janie pulled my hand, and then turned to kiss me on the cheek. With a breath of a whisper in my ear, she said: “Walk me to my apartment, please?”

As Janie unlocked the door to her apartment, she turned to me with a mischievous smile, grabbed me by my necktie, and pulled me inside with her. “Come on in,” she giggled.

“If you have a minute, I need a favor.” She smiled as she motioned me down the hall to her bedroom. “It’s in here.”

In the darkened room, she pointed to a lamp at the nightstand. “It doesn’t work, maybe you can fix it? I’m no good at stuff like that. There’s a spare bulb over there, somewhere.”

With that, Janie stepped from the room, leaving me puzzled in the darkened bedroom. I spent a minute fiddling with the bulb before I realized: the ‘problem’ was that the lamp had been unplugged. I restored the plug, and the bedroom filled with a soft light as Janie stepped back into the room.

Naked.

Except for a blindfold pulled tight over her eyes.

Oh my.

“This is the other part of the favor I need,” she said, lazily running her fingertips over the swell of her belly, and then tracing up to circle the tips of her breasts.

“Cathy tells me that you have quite an imagination.” Janie stepped into the room with hands groping forward, feeling her way to the bedposts.

“I’m already pregnant. And I like you.”

A moment passed as she twisted for balance against the bedpost, her ample breasts swaying. Her blindfold was tight: she couldn’t see a thing.

“You can do whatever you want with me. Just make it special. Different. If I get bored, I’m going to pull this blindfold and kick your sorry ass out of here, okay? Surprise me.”

My reply was with soft and measured words: “Get. Up. On the bed.”

“And touch yourself. I’ll be right back.”

Janie silently nodded as she felt her way to climb onto the bed.

Before I left the room, I took a long moment to admire her naked form as she moved to recline on the bed. I admired the tufts of blonde hair at the junction of her thighs, as she twisted her legs onto the bed. Most women now shave that spot, but it was my delight to admire her natural form.

Her swollen breasts rolled as she moved against a pillow. The lush curves of her hips as Janie twisted onto the bed. All the while, she kept the blindfold tight.

Janie couldn’t see a thing.

And she wanted it that way.

Different? Hmmm…

I had some ideas as I walked to the tidy kitchen of her apartment, clicking the lights on along my way.

Different? Yes, oh my, yes.

My arms were full of ideas when I returned to Janie’s bedroom.

To be continued…

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Andrea needed to take breaks like this sometimes. A couple of times a year, she’d pick a travel destination. She’d bring the sexiest clothes she owned, and spend at least half an hour every morning doing her makeup to make sure she was at her sexiest. The fun really started when Andrea thought she looked perfect. She’d go seduce a hot guy, bring him back to her room, and have him fuck her brains out. If she just did this for one week, two or three times a year, she barely found herself getting horny at home.

When she’d tried the concept for the first time quite a few years ago, she hadn’t been that experienced in bed – on her first trip, she’d just turned 19. Her last boyfriend then had just left her for a up-and-coming model. The two of them had never really been that adventurous under the sheets, and she figured that was probably the reason he’d left. Obviously, Andrea was devastated and an emotional wreck for the next few weeks, but on the other hand, it gave her an idea. What if she was to become the best fuck a man could ever have? If she was just too good in bed for them to leave her, she could practically get anyone she wanted. An ambitious idea to say the least, but the desire to prove herself better than her ex’s new girl made her want it enough for her to spend the little savings she had on a week-long trip to a Mexican beach resort.

In Andrea’s head, the idea had always been for this trip to be a sort of testing ground. She’d get to know her own body, as well as how to make men feel as good as they possibly could in bed. For obvious reasons, she didn’t tell her parents the truth. She just told them she was going on a relaxing vacation together with a few friends before heading off to drama school later that year.

During that week, Andrea brought home at least one new man each day. Hotel staff, fellow tourists, locals – it didn’t matter, as long as they had a dick and she deemed them hot enough to stick said dick inside her. Every night, she wrote down what she needed to improve, based on that day’s experiences, in a little notebook for her to read later. One page a day – minimum.

When she’d returned from that first trip, Andrea had felt like an entirely new woman. She had started feeling confident in her sexual abilities and knew she was on her way to becoming the sex partner she wanted to be. And, perhaps most importantly, she’d gotten over her ex like a breeze. Turns out, having ten or twelve different cocks inside you during the span of a week keeps your mind off anything bad for quite some time. What’s more, she hadn’t been horny at all for the coming four months, letting her focus on both school and work. Andrea had fallen in love, and was already longing to go on another trip.

As the years passed, the trips had become less about perfecting the art of sex and more about having fun. She still kept her notebook with her, though, and still wrote at least one page each night. The trips allowed her to keep an insane work ethic for the rest of the year. But, still, Andrea still hoped she’d meet a new prince charming one day. When that day came – which she was absolutely sure it would – she’d have all the cock-riding and dick-sucking skills she needed to keep him interested for the rest of his life.

Today, eight years later, she was leaving for another one of these fuck-fest trips. Andrea had booked a stay in the Bahamas. She’d always loved the Bahamas – they were close to home, and the perfect temperature during the summers. Not to mention all the hot guys she constantly seemed to be meeting.

Back home, she was just starting to make it as an actress. She’d won a supporting role in a three-season Netflix series and was right in the middle of shooting her first feature-length movie. So, since she was just in her mid-20’s, her career was looking promising to say the least.

Andrea had always known just why all the male producers liked to hire her – her looks. She was Hispanic and in her late twenties with a very pretty face. Her long hair was usually black, although she’d had to dye it blonde a couple of months ago in preparation for her current movie shoot. Because her hair had grown a fair bit since, her natural black shade had started showing at the roots.

She didn’t work out that much for most of the year, but her body was still perfect. Andrea had a very big ass (she’d made a habit of dressing in tight skirts and shorts for casting to show it off, and it seemed to be working so far) and a perfectly flat stomach. She was quite short at only 5’2″, making her butt look all the more curvy. Her boobs were on the smaller side – no bigger than 34A.

The flight wasn’t long, just a bit over six hours. Since Andrea lived in LA, she usually had to spend the first few days battling jet lag before the fun could really begin, so she decided to get herself acquainted with the hotel services to begin with. The hotel was quite luxurious, and Andrea had already spotted an extravagant restaurant and a spa just on the walk from bitlis escort the lobby to her room.

Before she knew it, it was dark outside and Andrea realized she’d have to go to bed right now even if she wasn’t feeling tired. Without a good night’s sleep, she wouldn’t be ready for a full day of partying tomorrow.

“No partying tonight,” Andrea said to herself as she tried her best to fall asleep. “But just you wait, Bahamas – just you wait.”

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

Andrea somehow managed to get a good night’s sleep. She woke up feeling refreshed, ready to take on the world. Today was the day she was finally going to get laid.

“No point in putting on any real clothes,” she thought. “They’ll be flying off soon enough anyway.”

Andrea put on a tiny black string bikini that just about covered her boobs and ass. She tied it in place on the sides of her legs and behind her back, before walking over to the mirror. She spun around to make sure everything was looking good – and hell yeah, Andrea felt as hot as ever. Now for the makeup.

She’d brought just about anything she could ever need makeup wise with her. Today, however, Andrea was planning to keep things simple. Foundation, concealer, bronzer along with a hint of eyeliner and mascara would have to do.

By the time Andrea was ready, it was just after 11 am. It was still a little early, but she decided to hit the pool anyway and hope for the best. She grabbed a towel, slipped into her flip-flops and went down to the pool area.

It was a beautiful day outside, not a cloud in sight. Andrea laid her towel out across a sunbed and put her sunglasses on. She carefully rubbed most of her body in tanning oil but deliberately left her chest and back for a lucky guy to take care of later. Andrea then laid down, and made sure to stick her ass up a little extra in hopes of getting some attention right away. It didn’t take long before someone had come over to the sunbed next to her.

“Excuse me, is this free?”

Andrea lifted her head from the comfortable sunbed and let her glasses fall down to her nose. She inspected his looks while thinking of an answer. He looked to be just in her taste – a tall, young man with scruffy black hair and a muscular build. She couldn’t keep herself from already starting to imagine how much fun they’d be having in just a little while.

“Of course,” Andrea replied, and decided to start flirting right away. “But only if you oil my back for me!”

“Sure thing,” the guy said with a laugh.

“Perfect,” Andrea smirked in response and handed him the oil.

“I’m Phil,” he said while rubbing the oil across Andrea’s back.

“Nice to meet you, Phil. I’m Andrea.”

“Sounds like you’re from the US, too,” he remarked when he’d finished, and was putting the oil bottle down.

“Uh-huh. L.A. born and raised.”

“Let me guess – Hispanic?”

“How’d you know?” Andrea laughed.

“Let’s just say I’ve never met a white girl with either your gorgeous skin tone or proportions.”

“Guess I’ll take that as a compliment,” Andrea giggled, realizing he was flirting right back at her.

It was time to take things one step further. Andrea untied her bikini top and let the strings fall down the sides of the sunbed.

“Hey, Phil,” she asked. “Would you mind getting a little more oil on my back? Just realized I’d be getting a stupidly ugly tan line if I continued like this.”

“Absolutely,” Phil responded, sounding as though there was a wide grin across his face.

He once again poured out a generous amount of Andrea’s tanning oil over her back, and started rubbing it on. It felt as though he was extra careful to cover the parts where her bikini had been in the way before.

Just as he had finished oiling her up, Andrea saw her chance. She made sure nobody else was looking at her from Phil’s direction before turning to her side. She could practically see his jaw dropping as he got a good view of her flat stomach and pretty tits.

“Wanna come up to my room, Phil?”

“Sure thing, man,” he mumbled, seemingly speechless. “Just let me get my stuff.”

Andrea couldn’t help but feel proud of herself. She’d barely spent half an hour down here before getting laid – that was almost certainly a record time for her. As Phil hurried to pack his stuff down into a gym bag he’d brought with him, Andrea wrapped her towel around her upper body. She grabbed her tanning oil and bikini top before standing up.

The moment Phil was ready, she started walking. He had to hurry a little to catch up with her, but then ended up walking right next to her the rest of the way. Andrea actually really liked him so far – not just as a tool to satisfy herself, he came off as a genuinely nice person who was easy to talk to.

It wasn’t a long walk back to the room. Andrea unlocked the door, and walked in first. The moment Phil was inside and had shut the door, she leaped onto bolu escort him. She pushed her mouth against his and they immediately began making out. He wasn’t shy at all, and she felt him taking the liberty of placing both hands on her plushy ass as they kissed.

Andrea reached down to untie Phil’s swimming trunks as his hands explored her body. When his shorts had fallen to the floor, she broke their kiss and took a step back. She pulled off the towel covering her boobs before getting down to her knees. His dick was in perfect height with her mouth. What’s more, it looked rock hard and ready to go. Andrea immediately wrapped her lips around it and began sucking.

Phil let out moan after moan as Andrea worked his cock in and out of her mouth, sucking it just hard enough to keep him from cumming right away. After a few minutes, she noticed him leaning back against the door, closing his eyes and panting heavily. Not wanting him to cum just yet, Andrea let his dick out of her mouth and stood up.

“Come here,” she whispered as she started walking further into the room.

As she walked, Andrea reached down to her legs to untie her bikini bottom. She kicked it off, leaving her entirely naked as she reached the bed. Phil was right behind her.

“Fuck me,” Andrea begged, and gave Phil a kiss.

She lay on her back on the bed and spread her legs apart using her hands. Her pussy was – just like the rest of her body hair – perfectly trimmed, without a hair in sight. The only things on display for Phil were her excited clit and wet pussy lips.

“You bet I will,” Phil mumbled before getting himself into position.

He got in front of her and spread his legs to stand steady, while grabbing Andrea’s legs to pull them even further apart. He aimed his rock hard cock at her pussy and thrust forward. He somehow managed to slide inside her on his first try – Andrea certainly was impressed and couldn’t help but let a giggle mix with her moans as he began moving.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Phil moaned as he let his cock dig around inside her.

Her tightness wasn’t an unusual compliment to come from her sex partners. She had no idea how it worked out, but her pussy was still tight enough to make even the slowest fifty-year-olds cum in no time at all. If a man would somehow get tired of her pussy, she’d just let them inside her ass a couple of times – it competed in a whole other league of tightness.

As Andrea was getting carried away thinking about her own hotness, Phil had started fucking her faster and faster. Her entire body was still a bit slippery from the tanning oil and he did his best to hold her legs in place. Andrea felt her entire body moving up and down in the bed as Phil drove his cock deeper and deeper inside her with every thrust. His dick was just the perfect length for her – he rubbed right against her G-spot with almost every thrust. She reached down between her legs to rub her clit and felt herself being overtaken by pleasure.

Andrea rubbed her clit faster and faster as Phil kept hitting all the right spots inside her. That was a clear benefit of having a tight pussy – it didn’t take long for Andrea to cum herself, either. Before she knew it, she felt herself being flooded by wave after wave of pleasure. She let out a long roar as she tightened every muscle in her body and felt her thighs quiver. Phil showed no sign of stopping, making the pleasure even more intense for her.

As her body relaxed, Andrea took a moment to look Phil in the eyes. He was a lot taller than her, and she loved how tiny she felt in comparison to him. He was looking right back at her while running his hands up and down her body. For what she guessed was the first time today, he was giving her small boobs some attention as well.

Phil started slowing down before coming to a complete stop. Andrea had just about regained her senses after her orgasm, but she could still feel her pussy pulsating around his dick. Phil pulled out, probably in fear of cumming already.

“Ride me, baby,” Phil said, climbing onto the bed. “Come here.”

He laid on his back as far up the bed as he could get, with his head resting on one of Andrea’s pillows. Andrea rolled around to her stomach, and started crawling over toward him. She stopped with her face between his legs to give his cock a couple of kisses before straddling Phil’s lap.

Andrea stood up with her feet about midway down Phil’s arms. She put her hands down on his body to support herself as she squatted down, making sure to keep her pussy just above his cock. When she was almost all the way down, Phil placed both of his hands on her ass cheeks and helped lift her. Andrea smiled, before grabbing his cock between her legs and guiding it toward her pussy.

As she finally sat down on his cock and it slid inside her, Andrea let out a gasp – partly to tease Phil a little, but also just because it felt so fucking good to finally be fucked again. She started jumping burdur escort up and down on his cock and Phil helped lift her.

Andrea’s cowgirl technique was tried and true thanks to fuck-fest vacations like these. The first man she’d gotten in bed during her very first trip had just lifted her onto his lap and expected her to do the work. She’d just about managed to keep jumping up and down his dick long enough to make him cum – but her thighs had been exhausted for days to come. She’d learned a couple of things from that fuck; one – she would have to do a ton of squats in the months leading up to one of these trips, and two – if she knew she could handle the squats, why not start using squats as her cockriding-technique?

That night, she’d practically been sitting in her partner’s lap, just working her body forward. The next night, she had tried her new technique. She started by standing over her partner – in this case a hotel manager who’d come to inform her that her neighbors had complained about loud moaning the night before – and then crouching down, never sitting entirely. The manager had helped her lift her body up and down, and everything had turned out better. He had let out a loud roar after just a couple of minutes and blasted a massive load inside her, and Andrea’s thighs hadn’t been as tired as after the night before. She’d written at least a couple of paragraphs in her notebook about the potential of this technique that night, and continued to improve and evolve it ever since.

Today, she almost felt like she’d nailed cowgirling of all kinds. About six weeks before leaving for one of these trips, Andrea would start an intense leg-workout programme. She’d be sure to work out her thighs every day – mostly by squatting. She didn’t work out that much for the rest of the year, but judging by her perfectly flat stomach, it seemed to be doing the trick.

The kind of squatting Andrea had been practicing for the last month was perfect for cockriding for one more reason – it let much more of her partner’s dick inside her, and she was yet to meet a man who didn’t love smashing as deep inside her as was physically possible, even though it hurt sometimes.

Phil was no exception, and Andrea was starting to feel his dick deeper inside her with every thrust. He was still keeping his hands on her ass, and they were still working together. As far as Andrea was concerned, Phil had played his part for now since she’d orgasmed already. It was really all about getting to him cum as much as possible. She occasionally scratched his chest with her long fingernails – just lightly enough to hopefully make him want to fuck her a little harder.

“Fuck,” Phil moaned after a while. “You’re so tight I’m gonna cum already!”

Andrea heard him, but she didn’t really care that much. As far as she was concerned, he could cum anywhere he wanted, but he’d have to get her into position on his own. She could happily keep riding him until he spurted blast after blast inside her.

However, it seemed like Phil had other things in mind. He suddenly grabbed Andrea’s hips and lifted her off his cock. She ended up lying on her back next to him, and she took the opportunity to give her clit some attention. But, knowing what was to come, she made sure to get her hair out of her face first. If there was one thing she’d learned from all these trips, it was to keep jizz out of her hair by any means possible.

Phil hurried to kneel down next to her and Andrea turned her face towards his dick, which he was aiming at her mouth. He didn’t really seem to be aiming at her face as a whole, so she decided to wrap her lips around his cock and let her tongue flick around the underside of it.

Her licking seemed to be the last straw for Phil. He bucked his hips, let out a loud moan, and began shooting his load into Andrea’s mouth. She felt his hard shots of jizz spurt against the back of her throat and was tempted to swallow it right away. She ultimately decided against it, wanting to put on a little show later on.

Something else she’d written at least fifty times in her notebook was that men loved a messy scene. Spill a little cum here, rub a little out there, and they’d almost be hard and ready for round two right away. Keeping that in mind, she wanted to treat Phil to something messy even though he’d practically shot his entire load inside her mouth. The moment Andrea felt his cock starting to soften, she opened her eyes and looked up at Phil. She pushed the cum in her mouth out to make it look like he’d spilt a little. As if that wasn’t enough, she took his cock out of her mouth and wiped it off against her chin, leaving a trace of cum just big enough to spot.

When Andrea felt finished with his cock, she sat up. Phil laid down on his back but didn’t take his eyes off her. Andrea smirked, opened her mouth and showed him the big load still left on her tongue, before closing her mouth and swallowing it all in one, big gulp. Once again, she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out to show that the cum was gone.

Andrea heard Phil giggle at her little show, and decided to snuggle up with him. She crawled over to him and rolled onto her stomach. Phil wrapped an arm around her, letting his hand rest on her ass and giving it a light squeeze.

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The year was 1872. Cowboy Jim rode into the dry and dusty town and headed straight to the cantina. He greedily glugged down a beer and then a shot of tequila. Now that he was watered he had other needs to attend to.

He asked after Juanita. She was upstairs, he was told. With a spring in his step he bounded up the stairs and went to find the Madam. Yes, she told him, Juanita was free. The cowboy paid over a fistful of dollars and went looking for his favourite Latina beauty.

She was in her boudoir and seemed very pleased to see Jim.

‘Aah, Cowboy Jim!’ she cried out.

He gathered her up in a bear hug and tried to kiss her.

‘Oh no! Cowboy Jim! You need a bath.’ she scolded.

Jim sniffed at his armpits. It was true. He had been alone in the saddle so long he hadn’t even noticed his own stink.

‘I’m sorry, Juanita.’ he said tenderly.’ I’ll go take a bath.’

‘No. I will give you a bath.’ she said.

Juanita went to arrange the hot water while Jim daydreamed about the hot fuck he knew was coming his way. He bayburt escort had yet to meet a woman who was as skilled as Juanita. He was still lost in his daydreams when she came back to tell him that his hot water was ready. She led Jim into the bathroom where a huge tin tub was full of hot water.

Jim stripped off and stepped into the water. It felt so good as it eased all the tensions out of his body. Juanita gathered up a flannel cloth and bar of soap and told Jim to stand up. As she started cleaning the dust and grime off his body he wasn’t the only thing that was standing. His thick, nine inch cock jutted out straight ahead of him. Very gently Juanita washed the waxy, stinky cock cheese off his cock head.

Then she soaped up his crack and he was fully clean. She gathered up a big, fluffy towel and started to dry him off. Jim’s cock stayed fully hard as she towelled him dry and led him back into the bedroom. She told him to lay down and started massaging some oil into his back. Jim sighed softly as he gave himself bilecik escort up fully to the pampering of a woman. He had been a long time away from civilization and it felt good to be treated so well.

Her skilled fingers worked all of the residual tension out of his body. For a moment he drifted off into sleep before he heard her telling him to turn over. She started massaging his chest and soon his cock was pointing up at the ceiling again. She worked down his chest and belly and onto his thighs. Then she went down his legs to his toes. Jim gasped as she sucked each one in turn. It was the first time he had ever experienced that and it caused his cock to jerk about wildly.

Then Juanita worked back up his legs to his belly and chest. She had avoided his cock each time and Jim was getting desperate. But Juanita slapped his hand away. She stripped off very, very slowly while Jim drank in her beauty. He could see a long string of precum leak out of the eye of his cock. Shit, he wanted this sexy woman so bad.

At bingöl escort last she was naked and she started to tease Jim, posing all over the bed and pulling her pussy lips apart. Each time he went to touch her she slapped his hand away and pushed him down on the bed. He was just about going out of his mind with lust. He knew if he got into that pussy he wouldn’t last five minutes.

Then at last Juanita decided she had worked him up enough. She applied some of her massage oil to his hard cock. As it slipped through her oily fingers Jim groaned. The sensation alone was enough to make him cum. But Juanita had other ideas. With one swift, fluid movement she mounted him and impaled herself on his cock. She started thrusting about like a demon possessed and Jim knew the end was near.

He had looked forward to this fuck for so long. But now, here he was, about to blow after two minutes. He tried holding back the flood, he gritted his teeth and tried to think unsexy thoughts. But nothing worked. That hot, slick Latina pussy simply milked the very manseed out of him.

Jim gave one last thrust and cursed and grunted as he blasted off a massive load of pent up ball juice deep into that warm, sexy cunt.

Juanita lay down on Jim and he nursed on her nipples while he drifted off into sleep.

END

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This story involves spanking. If that is really not your thing then feel free to choose another tale.

*****

We sat at a small table just in the window of the Café Etoile in Paris. It had become the haunt of choice for morning writing. Cassie and I were on an extended indulgence of our passion for writing stories, hoping that Paris would provide both inspiration and the distance from day-to-day worries to allow creativity to spark and flourish.

So it was on this particular early Spring day that we sat opposite one another eyes glued to our respective screens, sipping the thankfully found, good coffee. Glued that is until I glanced up to discover Cassie wasn’t so glued to her screen at all, rather she seemed far more latched onto a group of boisterous young male Australians across the room.

I simply sat and gazed at her lovely face, framed as it was by a tumble of curly auburn hair, and watched the rapt curiosity playing so plainly across it. After a seeming age, Cassie turned her eyes toward me and found my gaze and wry smile.

“What?” She enquired sheepishly.

“Oh, I think you know my naughty one.”

“There’s no harm in looking,” she retorted defensively.

“Ah, but we both know you weren’t just looking,”

I cocked my head slightly and let my smile broaden a touch as my eyebrows rose enquiringly.

Cassie blustered a little but eventually accepted that she had been caught. Knowing her dirty mind as I do, the fantasy stories that had quite clearly been racing through her head were not difficult to guess at.

“So which one were you fucking?” I whispered, leaning toward her.

Cassie moved around to sit next to me on the bench seat along the side wall of the café. Her hand was warm through my jeans on my thigh.

“The boyish, blonde haired one to the right.”

The breath of her whisper played across my ear as her hand gripped a little on my thigh. A delicious thought took seed in my mind and grew with thrilling speed. I placed my hand on her leg, returning her grip.

“And?”

Cassie looked at me with mock innocent enquiry.

“Don’t play the prude with me Cassie.”

I let irritation seep into my tone for effect. I saw a momentary confusion pass across her features.

“Um, I lured him into a side street.”

“I don’t want to play twenty questions!” A snarl entered my voice.

Again the sweep of slight anxiety.

“I pretended my car had a flat tyre and I was a bit ditzy and needed help.”

This time all that I had to do was play exasperated. Cassie started to look a little perturbed by my act, unsure where this was going.

“I stood close to him in my short dress as he knelt to undo the wheel nuts. I made sure he could see a long way up my thighs, eventually to my lacy knickers.”

“You are such a naughty girl,” I growled.

Emboldened, Cassie continued with her tale, describing how she had ended up on her knees as the young man leant against the car door sucking his cock deep into her mouth and throat until he released his copious jism to slake her thirst. As she reached the end my hand reached the very top of her thigh, the outside edge from wrist to little finger pressed hard against her sex through her thin leggings and the sexy balıkesir escort knickers I knew she had underneath.

“You need to be punished for your sluttishness.” I hissed in her ear.

Cassie suppressed a gasp elicited by both my unexpected vehemence and from the pressure on her tingling clit and swelling pussy.

“You don’t mind though… do you?” There was uncustomary lack of certainty to her voice.

“I think you need to learn something Cassie.”

She looked at me without comprehension.

“I’m going up to the apartment. Come on.”

Giving orders to Cassie wasn’t something that ever happened in our relationship and I knew she must think I’d lost the plot but I stuck to my ploy. We walked the short distance in silence.

Inside, I shut the door behind us.

“Take off your leggings.” The demand softened by the hint of a wry smile.

Cassie looked at me curiously but did as I asked. She stood in just her waist skimming top and sexy black lace knickers that showcased her gorgeously pale, curvy bum. I took her by the hand and led her to the big leather, overstuffed couch. At the right hand end I ushered her to stand thighs against the high rounded arm.

“Bend over and put your forearms on the seat.”

Cassie complied. Her luscious arse was on display for my viewing pleasure. The smooth skin bisected by the taut luxurious fabric. I reached out with my right hand and skated the palm over her cool, soft skin and the contrasting texture of the lace. I slowly explored both ripe buttocks and trailed my fingertips down and back up the crevice between them, barely making contact. Cassie was almost panting, her hips flexing, involuntarily seeking firmer contact.

“Such a delicious arse, my naughty Cassie.”

Her response was a low drawn out moan of need. It was met with a sharp smack of my hand across the lower curve of her cheek. The pink mark was sudden and conspicuous. Just as Cassie turned her head toward me I repeated the short stinging action on the other cheek.

“Oh!” Was her equally short response.

A swift volley of smacks soon had her cheeks glowing. Each sharp blow accompanied by a short, exhaled exclamation. My hand smoothed over the warmed skin and again dipped into the crease. This time more firmly, lower, between her parted thighs and with one finger running along each edge of her gusset, a middle finger pressed the fabric into her blooming furrow. I lingered to feel the moisture seep through to wet my skin. I took the sample to Cassie’s mouth and pushed my finger in. Her tongue worked across it and she sucked hungrily.

“I think my Cassie likes a little spanking after all,” I remarked with a note of triumph.

Leaving my hand caressing the cleft of her arse, I moved closer to her head, facing out toward me, cheek against the leather. My jeans bulged at the front, my evident excitement scarcely contained.

“Undo me.”

Cassie reached to unbuckle my belt and flipped open the buttoned fly. With my left hand I extracted my swollen knob. Propped on her elbows, Cassie gazed as if transfixed. I laced my fingers into her auburn tresses, holding her head still as I flexed my hips to slide the smooth, taut skin of my cock across bartın escort her cheek. I watched her eyes close in anticipation. Across her lips, they pouted involuntarily and her tongue flicked out. I pushed forward impaling her mouth with my thick weapon.

“This is how it will work naughty Cassie. You will tell me everything you did in your head with that boy. If you are honest you will be rewarded.”

Cassie nodded as well as she could given her enthusiastic sucking.

“But.”

My pause caused her to look up into my eyes. The steely look I gave her prompted her own pause.

“But, every admission will have to be punished none the less.”

Her eyes widened. My index finger slipped under the lace running down between her cheeks and circled the tight ring of her anus.

“Remember the rewards my little slut and you won’t lack for pleasure.”

Abruptly I pulled my cock from her mouth, allowed her to chase it a little before my hand in her hair prevented any further attempt. Moving back to her rump I bent and kissed the warm, pink skin, licking the spanked flesh as if to apply balm to the blemish. I stood behind her and slipped the enticing knickers down to her knees, her legs straight and spread, only her toes on the floor.

[Spank, spank, spank]

“So, before you sucked that lucky boy’s tool, what happened?”

“He touched my leg. He slid his dirty hand up my thigh under my skirt.”

My hand echoed that description, smoothing up the inside of Cassie’s left thigh to just short of her heated sex.

[Spank, spank]

“And?”

“He touched my knicker clad pussy.”

[Spank, spank, spank, spank]

“You dirty trollop. Did he finger you?”

“Yes… he pulled the gusset aside and stroked me.”

My fingertips softly traced the outer edge of her pouting cunt lips. Feeling along the edge of the slick, turgid flesh, from clit to anus and back down.

[Spank, spank]

“He licked my thigh; kissed toward my pussy.”

With the ends of my fingers I tapped her wet pussy. Like little slaps, the sensitivity of her vulva amplifying the sensation of spanking.

“He licked me through my knickers. I put my hand in his hair and pulled him hard against me.”

[Spank, spank]

My full flat hand laid across her buttocks.

“Oh Zach. I’m sorry, I’m such a slut.”

Again my fingers slid down over her arse but then, this time, curled decisively into her sopping cunt.

“Don’t stop now my wanton hussy.”

“I leant back against the car. I spread my legs, my skirt was up around my waist and he pulled my knickers down across my thighs.”

“Yes?”

[Spank, spank]

“He licked my cunt. Tongue fucked my cunt.”

Three fingers of my right hand speared hard into her, fucking her mercilessly.

“Nghh. Ughh. Fuck. Zach!”

[Spank, spank, spank, spank]

“You won’t come until I tell you be sure of that.”

“Ohhhh… Ok, I bucked onto his face and gushed my juice over him.”

[Spank, spank]

“Then he stood up and I pulled his cock from his jeans. I wanked him.”

My fingers trailed the abundant wetness of Cassie’s pussy up and around her anus. Circling, teasing then my thumb slipped through batman escort the yielding rubbery ring.

“Oh God. Yesssss.” Cassie hissed with need.

[Spank, spank]

“Oh shit. He turned me around, pushed me face down over the side of the bonnet. He didn’t wait. He shoved his fat cock straight in.”

“And there you were earlier letting me believe that you simply gave him a quick blow job.”

“I’m sorry Zach, I’m sorry…”

[Spank, spank, spank, spank]

“Honesty is your best policy my slut.”

“Yes.”

“Sir.”

“Yes sir. He fucked me. Hard.”

Likewise, my thumb pushed hard into her arse and my fingers returned into her cunt. I pumped them, in synchrony, in and out of those two welcoming holes. I knew she’d be close. I stopped, leaving her impaled and panting.

“I’m waiting.”

“When I thought he was about to come I turned and went to my knees. I swallowed his cock.”

I clamped my fingers and thumb together, pinching the membrane separating them. Cassie gasped.

“Uh, I… I took him into my throat, he didn’t last long.”

Again I double fucked her with my hand. Just as I could see her tremors start and feel her cunt clench I withdrew and spanked her cheeks repeatedly.

Stepping behind her, I dropped to my knees and ran my tongue from clit to arse. Lightly to start and then with each stroke increased the pressure until my tongue sank deep into her furrow and into her pit of molten pleasure. I circled her anus and with my two thumbs pulled that tight entrance apart so my tongue could lap the sensitive opening. Over and over listening to her chanted “Oh” with every dip inside.

Rising to my feet I pushed the angry red head of my cock down against its desire to point to the ceiling. It caught in her sex and I felt her try to push back onto me.

[Spank, spank]

Then I plunged forward, burying my weapon to the hilt, my balls slapping wetly against her lips and clit. I stopped, fully sheathed and waited. I slid my hand up her spine to her neck, took her hair and turned her head. Her eyes locked with mine. I reached for each of her wrists and pulled her back with her outstretched arms. Her torso lifted from the couch and her breasts were free. I began a slow, full length thrusting. Building steadily both in speed and power. The impact of my thighs and groin sent shockwaves through her arse and on to her wildly swinging tits. Her nipples were grazing the leather with each movement. A continual whining emanated from deep within that simply changed pitch as I slammed into her.

“Come for me my slut. Come for me.”

Fighting to keep her eyes open I watched as Cassie fell. Fell from her plateau of extreme arousal and crashed into the pounding surf of overwhelming orgasm. She collapsed forward and after a still moment I released her and helped her sit, a little gingerly.

Stood before her I placed her hands on my rampant erection and watched while she slowly pulled on me. Every so often her mouth would drop forward to lick and suck at the tip.

“Oh my wonderful Cassie, I’m going to come for you… coming…”

Standing between her thighs, her tits right before me, I erupted, the first spurt hit her mouth and chin, then following gouts of my spunk left trails across her neck and luscious breasts. I watched panting, speechless as she licked my juice, lifting the trails from her flushed skin to suck it hungrily from her fingers. Then she pulled me down onto her and we lay on the couch, wrapped in each other. We had found something new together.

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The first time I met Sheila was one Friday night after I had gotten off work. She was easily the prettiest thing there and I couldn’t help but look at her as she sat there drinking her beer or when she walked to the dance floor with friends. I was too much of a wimp to just walk over and talk to her, so I just ended up admiring her from afar. Sheila had blonde shoulder length hair, looked a little older then my 38 years, had a amazing tan, stood around 5’6″ and was thin, weighing maybe no more then 120.

I was married at the time and had lost all my confidence in approaching the opposite sex. In my day I was quite the charmer but since I married my confidence had slipped from the self-assuredness I once possessed to not being at all at ease in approaching women. I continued to sit there and gaze at her, trying not to make eye contact, something I was sure would drive her away. I watched her dance in her incredibly short cut off jeans and wondered to myself if she even wore any panties. My gaze moved upward and I feasted my eyes on the sleeveless top she wore. Her breasts weren’t big but a nice A cup, and much to my delight they seemed to still possess the bounce of a woman half her age. I watched her with great intensity as she danced, first gazing upon her lean tan legs, then higher, I watched her tight ass sway to the music, higher still her breasts bounced with the rhythm of the music and her movements. Finally I gazed higher and watched her beautiful blonde hair flow with her movements.

All I could do was watch her from afar, to afraid to make a move but so enthralled by her that I couldn’t look away for long. The bartender asking me if I wanted a beer finally broke my stare. I didn’t hear him at first, but was jerked back to reality by him knocking on the bar with my empty beer can. I slowly came back to reality and told him that I did want another and asked him if he knew the mystery woman. He told me that he didn’t know her, but she had been there before. He added that she was drawing a lot of attention from all the guys in the bar, and included himself as an admirer. I just nodded and turned my attention back to the dance floor just in time to see Sheila walk off the dance floor and make eye contact with me. I was frozen with fear and tongue tied as I gazed into her beautiful deep blue eyes.

Sheila finally broke the silence when she said, “The best way to get to know me is to offer me a drink.”

I didn’t break my stare and ordered her a beer. Sheila sat down in the empty stool beside me and we began to talk. She told me that I had caught her eye earlier in the evening and was getting impatient waiting for me to make a move. I stammered a response and tried to hide my shyness by taking a drink from my beer.

“Shy one, huh?” Sheila asked laughing. “I bet I can change that.” She added.

Sheila reached for my hand and led me to the dance floor just as a slow song began to play. Once there she pulled me tight and I quickly held her close. We danced slowly, swaying to the music and soon our bodies were as one. Her hand dropped to my waist and she pulled me even tighter. She took her free hand and grabbed my wrist and lowered my hand resting at the belt line her blue jean covered ass. She then looked into my eyes and I knew that she wanted me to move my hand even lower. I moved my hand lower until I was holding her tight ass in my hand and squeezed ardahan escort gently. Sheila responded by moaning into my ear and breathlessly said that it felt wonderful to have her ass played with. I was more then happy to and lowered my other hand and held her by her toned ass. I continued to squeeze her ass and discovered that indeed she wasn’t wearing any panties. Sheila continued to moan with every squeeze of her ass and she ground her crotch into mine, tighter and tighter. The song ended and I pulled her even tighter, lifting her slightly bringing her crotch to mine. I knew she could feel my cock growing and I swore I could feel the heat coming from her.

We were brought back to reality when the bar tender yelled last call. We moved toward the bar and Sheila grabbed our beers and led me outside. We sat down at one of the picnic tables and continued talking. Sheila told me that she had just begun going out again after some time and was still pretty inexperienced at the whole thing.

I laughed and said, “You couldn’t prove it by me, you were the one to make the first move, I would probably never had gotten the nerve.”

“Well sometimes people just need a little shove to get things going.” Sheila said as she reached for my hand and placed it high on her leg. “Speaking of getting going, where are you parked anyway?” Sheila smiled.

I began to run my hand along the length of her tanned thigh and whenever my hand got close to her crotch she spread her legs slightly allowing me more and more access to her hot wetness. Finally she was unable to take any more and held my hand on her crotch. The only thing between my fingers and her wet slit was the thin strip of blue jean material. Sheila moaned louder and forced my hand along her slit. The material was wet with her moisture and I tried to slip my fingers past it.

Sheila moaned again and looked me in the eyes and almost screamed, “Where the hell are you parked? We stay here and soon I will be humping you on this table. Damn you got me horny!”

I motioned toward my truck and Sheila got a nasty grin on her face and stood up and pulled me toward it. I opened the door and Sheila slid across the seat, stopping mid way. She then looked at me and undid the buttons of her shorts, slipping them down into a pile on the floor. She then took a finger and ran it along her slit, bringing the wet finger to her mouth she tasted it and smiled.

“See how wet you have me? Now lets see if you can drive and keep my pussy wet until we find a more secluded spot.” She said winking at me.

I couldn’t get into the truck fast enough; I slammed the door, started it and backed out. Once I had straightened out I slid my hand along Sheila’s thigh until it rested on her pussy. Sheila moaned again and slid forward on the seat and spread her legs. My finger quickly found her wet slit and I began to run it along her wetness, causing her to moan every time I rubbed against her clit. While I was trying to concentrate on driving and trying to work a finger into her pussy, Sheila had unsnapped my jeans and was holding my throbbing cock. Finally I slipped a finger into her and was pleased by her tightness. I slowly fingered her and she responded by moaning more and squeezing my cock every time I stroked my finger deep into her.

Finally I arrive at a secluded spot and pulled off the main road. I parked artvin escort and quickly leaned down and kissed Sheila deeply. Our tongues wrestled and fought each other and we finally came up for air. I picked Sheila up just enough and slid her across the seat, freeing me from the confines of the steering wheel. Once I was in the open Sheila slid my jeans down my legs and my cock sprang free. She wasted no time in sucking it and soon she was deep throating my meat. I regained my composure enough to continue my finger assault on her wet pussy. Sheila turned into a wild woman sucking my cock with great expertise while I fingered her.

I began to feel that all too familiar feel of an approaching orgasm and finally had to pull Sheila’s hair to get her to release her hold on my cock.

“Wasn’t I any good baby?” Sheila asked with a submissive look in her eyes.

I didn’t answer but pulled her instead so she was lying on the truck seat. I then smiled and buried my face into her shaved mound. Sheila grabbed for my hair and forced my face deeper into her wetness. I lapped at her wet lips and then focused my concentration on her engorged clit. Sheila moaned more and more and her pussy became unbelievably wet with her love juice. My face was covered with her wetness and I continued to lick and lap at her clitty. Sheila’s legs wrapped tighter around my head and her moaning gained in intensity I knew she was very close to a huge orgasm. I continued my assault on her and she screamed that she was cumming. I lapped at her and tried to catch all her moisture in my mouth, but she came just to much. I licked and sucked at her clit and soon her moans and thrashing subsided. Sheila’s legs loosened their grip on my head and I sat up and smiled at her. Sheila smiled back, leaned in and kissed me deeply; tasting her own juices as our tongues again fought each other.

I sat upright on the truck seat and continued to gaze at the lovely woman lying beside me. Sheila sat pulled herself up and sat close to me. She reached out and slowly began to stroke my half hard cock. My head fell back in pleasure from her touch. In no time my cock responded to her light touch and became rock hard. Sheila continued to stroke my cock and leaned down and sucked gently on my nipples. That really sent me over the edge and my cock expanded again, throbbing in her small hand. I looked at Sheila and saw the look of desire in her eyes. I leaned over to her and grabbing her by the thighs, lifted her up and held her over my rock hard cock. Sheila guided my meat as I slowly lowered her onto my throbbing cock. My cock was super sensitive and Sheila’s pussy contracted around it. Her pussy began to milk my cock before I began to thrust into her tightness. I knew I wouldn’t last long and picked Sheila up and lowered her again onto my cock.

Sheila threw her head back and moaned again, louder. She began to throw her head causing her long blonde hair to fly around wildly. Her hands help my shoulders tightly and she thrashed as I plowed my cock into her again and again. Her pussy tightened again around my meat and I knew she was close to another orgasm. Her pussy became even tighter and I struggled to force my cock deep into her. Sheila let out a loud scream and her pussy became a sopping mound of heat and wetness. I continued to pound my cock into her and finally felt my cum rising to bodrum escort a boil. I fucked her at a feverish pace, slamming my dick into her with total abandon. Sheila’s mouth hung open as my cock plowed into her deeply, sending my cum deep into her hot, wet pussy. As my cock pumped it’s hot contents into her, she again trembled from orgasm, thrashing wildly and grabbing my hair. Finally my cock quit shooting and Sheila collapsed into my arms. We held each other for 10 minutes till my softened cock finally slid out of her slick but sticky pussy.

It was almost 3 in the morning before we left that spot and drove to her house. We didn’t bother getting dressed due to the lateness of the night and the fact that once we arrived at her house the whole experience would begin again.

I pulled into her drive and turned off the lights. Sheila was sleeping against my shoulder and I gently woke her with a gentle nudge and a light brush of her nipples, which hardened almost immediately. She awoke with a smile on her face and reached for my semi-hard cock. Still half asleep she stroked my cock and moaned. My cock began to swell and I opened the door and began to get out of the truck. Sheila followed behind me then grabbed my hand and led me across the deck to the front door. I was in total awe watching her open the door, staring at her incredible ass the entire time. I couldn’t stand it anymore and move close behind her, my cock sliding between her sexy ass cheeks. Sheila moaned and backed up to meet my cock. I looked around and noticed the deck set, the table about the right height for my needs. I held her tight to me and led her to the table, my cock between her ass cheeks and one hand on each tit.

We stood before the table and I thrust my cock into and along her ass crack. Sheila moaned and leaned over the table, knowing what I wanted. She turned her head slightly and we kissed lightly, Sheila broke our kiss and smiled, telling me that doggy style was her favorite. That was all it took and I slid my cock along her wetting slit. I teased her for a while, sliding my cock right past her hungry hole and rubbing my cock against her clit. Every time my cock came close to her hole Sheila would back up and try to impale herself on my cock. Finally she begged me to stop teasing and fuck her. The fact that she was talking so dirty and wanting my cock so badly I finally gave in and lined my cock up to her hole and plunged my cock in with one motion. Sheila arched her back and played with her own tits as I began to stroke my cock into her. Her pussy was sopping wet and my cock slid easily into her. I grabbed her hips and picked up my pace and soon was fucking her with fast hard strokes. Sheila continued to moan and beg to be fucked harder. I did all I could to keep up with her and soon I felt the familiar feeling of cum rising from my heavy nut sac. I thrust into her deeply again and felt my cum shooting from my cock into her. Sheila responded by moaning loudly and her pussy gripped my cock like a velvet vise.

I slumped over her and Sheila let out one last moan as her pussy milked my cock of every last drop of cum. My cock was super sensitive and I involuntarily thrust into her several more times, Sheila’s pussy continued to milk me until my flaccid cock finally slid out of her.

I stepped back and turned Sheila toward me, kissing her deeply and holding her tit, thumbing her nipple slowly. We slumped again into each other’s arms and finally turned to the open door to her house. Still naked and covered with each other juices we fell into bed, falling asleep quickly. She awoke me the next morning with the most wonderful blowjob I had ever gotten, but that is another story.

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For the ninth scorching day in a row, the temperature soared well above the seasonal average. The heatwave was set to continue for many days yet and for Jacqui, this was manna from heaven.

Fresh from a painful divorce from her two-timing ex-husband, she was using this downtime as an opportunity to collect her thoughts and rebuild her life. At the age of 47 she was still a very attractive woman. She wasn’t as trim and toned as she had been in her 20s, but she could still get away with wearing a bikini unlike many of her frumpy friends who had given in to middle age. It needed to be a very supportive bikini because Jacqui had always had very large breasts, which she’d seen as both a blessing and a curse; men, and some women, would openly stare at them if she was wearing anything remotely revealing. Her ex Mike often insisted she kept her cleavage covered: Jacqui wondered if he made the same demands of the slutty gold-digging young bitch of a partner he was now living with.

Since the split, and with the weather warming, Jacqui had gradually decided to show off her assets a little more. She had naturally sun-kissed skin and surprisingly few wrinkles so she invested in some rather more daring tops for the summer and had actually enjoyed the extra male attention she received.

For the last week she had enjoyed simply sunbathing in her beautiful garden, wearing only her bikini that constantly struggled to contain her impressive chest. The warm weather made her horny and she yearned for sexual attention as she lay on her lounger. It had been months since Mike had last made love to her and the thought of someone new lusting over her was a constant turn-on. Occasionally she would touch herself, safe in the knowledge that the house next door was empty.

It was a Saturday and with the temperature outside already searing hot at nine in the morning, Jacqui enjoyed a cool shower, carefully trimming her bikini line and pussy, before slipping on her bikini. She glanced out of the bedroom window and was surprised to see a removal van outside the house next door. “New neighbours,” she mused, wondering if there were any fit young men either moving the furniture or indeed moving in. After a few minutes of discreet spying, she realised that the new inhabitants were a couple, probably a little older than her and decidedly old-fashioned given their taste in clothes and furniture.

But one of the removal men was of far greater interest. What a hunk! Jacqui openly leered at him through the gap in the curtains, salivating at the glorious sight before her; young, extremely handsome, probably early 20s. He had a tight white t-shirt hugging his lean muscular upper body showing off his toned arms, while his cut-off shorts allowed her to appreciate his perfectly bronzed legs. Her nipples instantly hardened at the sight of him. The others involved in the move were older and reminded Jacqui of her flabby ex-husband, but this young guy looked like just the sort of alpha male she would enjoy getting to know now she was single again. Of course after 20 years of marriage she lacked the confidence to approach anyone, let alone a young hunk. So she decided to take a more cautious approach and go and visit the neighbours themselves to introduce herself. If she managed to subtly gawp at the removal man, or even brush against him, that would be a welcome bonus… she felt her pussy moisten slightly just at the thought of it.

She kept her bikini on but put a thin kaftan over the top, the sheer fabric feeling wonderful against her skin and she realised just how aroused she was having spent several minutes ogling a man probably half her age through the window. She put on sunglasses and a hat with some sandals, checked herself in the mirror, took a deep breath and headed outside.

Next door was chaotic; five removal guys taking endless boxes and items of furniture into the house, shouts of “in here” or “be careful!” every few moments. Jacqui wondered if she should abandon her plan but at that moment the woman moving in emerged from the front door and spotted her. She was wearing a baggy old t-shirt trying to cover various bumps and bulges underneath and creased linen trousers doing little for her unflattering figure. But behind the woman, she spotted her hunky removal man darting out of the house and heading for the lorry so she walked over, holding out her hand to the woman and announcing: “Good morning, I’m Jacqui, your neighbour. I just wanted to introduce myself.”

“Hello there,” replied the woman, wiping sweat from her forehead and puffing out her cheeks. “Lovely to meet you, I’m Diane. Please excuse my appearance, I’m no good in this heat and I’m totally stressed out with the move.”

Jacqui smiled and indulged Diane with some small talk, all the while keeping an eye out for the young man she found herself lusting after, even though she’d only first set eyes on him 10 minutes previously. He had already headed back into the house with another box so Jacqui knew she’d have to aksaray escort wait on the front lawn for the chance to ogle him up close, and she immediately felt foolish and desperate. Diane called her husband out, who she introduced as Chris, while Jacqui decided not to mention that she was newly divorced and just let them do the talking.

Just then the cute removal man walked out of the house again and Diane called out: “James… James darling, come over here a moment will you?” Jacqui was taken aback at the way Diane spoke to someone she assumed was merely a hired help. “Jacqui, this is our son James. He’s waiting to buy his own place so will be living with us for the time being. James, this is Jacqui our new neighbour.”

James held out a hand. Jacqui felt almost giddy when she looked at him. He was so ridiculously handsome, with chiselled arms, a wonderful skin tone and a magnificent hard body under a t-shirt sticking to his pecs and abs with sweat. “Nice to meet you,” he smiled. And what a smile… Jacqui took his hand and to her surprise, James brought it up to his mouth and gently kissed the back of it. In her aroused state, this felt like a highly erotic gesture to Jacqui, but Diane and Chris laughed, with Diane sarcastically commenting “what a gentleman, I don’t think! I’m sure Jacqui doesn’t want some dirty sweaty man anywhere near her James! Get back to work,” playfully slapping him on the back as he smiled again at Jacqui and headed back to the lorry. “He’s a real help on a day like this,” said Diane to Jacqui. “Unlike Chris, he’s very handy. One of those blokes who loves getting stuck in.”

Jacqui smiled politely and continued talking to Diane, all the while stealing surreptitious glances at James which nobody would notice thanks to her over-sized sunglasses. But Jacqui couldn’t help wondering if James was all too aware of her attraction to him. And when she looked over at him again while Diane was talking about her husband’s job, she was stunned to see him return the glance, wipe his brow and remove his t-shirt. Underneath was just about the most perfect upper body Jacqui had ever seen: lean, toned, hairless and sun-kissed. Her mouth instinctively fell open slightly and her big nipples hardened further under her bikini top. She simply couldn’t help gawping and this time Diane clearly noticed as she turned round to see her shirtless son grabbing a chair. “Oh for heaven’s sake James,” she scolded. “Do we really need to subject the new neighbourhood to nudity on day one? Put another t-shirt on before the house prices start to plummet!” She laughed and turned back to Jacqui. “So sorry about that, my family will do anything to embarrass me.”

“Not at all,” smiled Jacqui, forcing herself to look straight at Diane. “Look, you’ve got a lot on here so I won’t keep you…” She had to get James on his own so she quickly thought of something plausible and said: “You guys crack on, I’m heading back to my garden. My sun lounger needs fixing if I’m to get any sunbathing done today, so I’ll try and sort that out and see you later.”

Diane took the bait beautifully. “Oh, well, I’m sure James can take a look at that for you. Why don’t I send him over and he can sort you out?”

“If only,” thought Jacqui, but welcomed the opportunity to leer at James up close on her own territory. “Well only if you’re sure… That would be great. Lovely to meet you.”

Jacqui headed back to her front door, acutely aware of her bikini bottom rubbing against her moist pussy lips. She was shocked at how turned on she was just from looking at a gorgeous young man.

She decided she should change into something rather less revealing but just as she reached the top of the stairs, there was a knock at the door. She answered it and was staggered to see James standing there, still shirtless and slightly out of breath. “Hi again, mum said you needed help with a sun lounger?”

Jacqui was taken aback and struggled to get any words out. James smiled at her obvious shock. “I know, you only just told her. To be honest I’m glad of the break in this weather. It’s thirsty work!”

Jacqui composed herself and said: “Well that’s very kind of you. Come in and have a cold drink.”

She was a little panicked. Firstly there was nothing actually wrong with her lounger. She had been hoping to find a way of breaking it before James came over. Secondly she was very aroused and worried about how she would conceal it from this handsome young man. Thirdly could she trust herself in this situation? What if James made a move on her? No – that was ridiculous. Here was a man half her age, presumably with his pick of women, who she’d just met a few minutes ago and who surely wouldn’t find someone like her attractive anyway.

They walked into the kitchen and Jacqui headed for the huge American style fridge-freezer. “What can I get you?” she asked as breezily as she could.

“What are you offering?” he asked with a flash of that winning smile. amasya escort Was he flirting, wondered Jacqui… “I’ll take whatever you have.”

“Diet Coke ok?” she asked.

“Great,” he replied. He opened the can and drained the contents while Jacqui took the opportunity to admire his impressive physique again, trying not to look like some desperate horny middle-aged woman. She took a jug of water from the fridge for herself and poured a glass.

“So what do you do James?” she asked casually.

“I’ve just finished uni, so waiting for the right opportunity to come along.” He looked around. “Do you live here alone?”

Jacqui hesitated. “Yes, it’s just me, I’m recently divorced.”

“That must be tough,” said James. He was looking directly into her eyes, leaving Jacqui positively punch-drunk with lust and desire, but doing her very best not to show it. She was painfully aware that her nipples were rock hard and that even with a bikini and kaftan on, there was no disguising them. She could have sworn she saw James glance at them, just for the briefest of moments – but again she told herself there’s no way a young man like this would be interested in someone old enough to be his mother. She imagined a number of scenarios in which the two of them ended up naked together.

After a long pause, James put down his drink and said: “So what seems to be the problem with the lounger?”

“Erm, I’m not sure,” stuttered Jacqui, “it, um, it’s just not quite right. Maybe I should show you…”

She turned round to put the jug back in the fridge but as she closed it, she became aware that James was right behind her. “Are you sure there’s anything wrong with the lounger?” he asked quietly into her ear. He was almost touching her, and more moisture flooded her pussy as her mind started racing with a mixture of fear and excitement.

“Are you sure you weren’t just looking for a reason to get me round here on my own?” he asked mischievously, and she felt the tips of his fingers brushing lightly against her satin-covered thighs. She simply froze. She had no idea what to say. “Only, I was really hoping you were,” he continued, “because there’s nothing I like better than a beautiful older woman…” She felt his fingers deftly pulling up the kaftan and his warm hands slipping underneath, touching her bare skin. Her breathing quickened and she let out a soft moan as the first man to touch her other than Mike in more than 20 years ran his fingers up and down her smooth outer thighs. Her cunt was literally dripping.

James had no idea what sort of reaction this bold approach would get but he certainly expected a little more resistance than this.

Jacqui tried to clear her head. Against all her base instincts, she said: “Look James, I don’t know what you thought might happen by coming here, but…”

James interrupted. “I saw you watching me from your window earlier. It made me wonder: how long has it been since a man fucked you out of pure lust?”

She was shocked at both the revelation and the question and had no answer. Emboldened by her stunned silence, James slipped his hand down the front of her bikini bottom and gently stroked her pussy lips. Good God, how wet she was! They both moaned and any lingering thoughts of resistance from Jacqui swiftly vanished. She leaned her head back against his firm shoulder and widened her stance, allowing him greater access to her soaking wet cunt. With his other hand he peeled the bikini strap from her right shoulder and gently touched her hard sensitive nipple.

“I love your breasts Jacqui,” he said gently into her ear. “I couldn’t take my eyes off them outside. God, I need to suck them.”

He pulled his hand out from her bikini bottom and roughly turned Jacqui round. She leaned back against the fridge in a daze, one breast fully exposed, the other desperate to be released from the bikini top. James virtually ripped the sheer fabric of the kaftan off her and quickly pulled down the other bikini strap, leaving both massively erect nipples on full view. He took a second to ogle them before hungrily taking the left one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and then sucking hard while gently pinching the other one with his thumb and forefinger which were wet from fingering her.

Jacqui was in a state of both shock and ecstacy and was swept along. She stood there with her eyes shut, letting the pleasure wash over her. How had this happened?! Just half an hour ago she hadn’t even set eyes on this young hunk, now she felt powerless to resist him ravishing her lust-fuelled body in her own kitchen. James moved his damp fingers up to her mouth and she tasted herself for the first time in years.

Suddenly she felt James untying her bikini bottoms with her nipple still in his mouth. The skimpy damp garment dropped helplessly to the floor leaving her completely naked apart from her sandals. With the spontaneous nature of his hot encounter coupled with his expert antalya escort stimulation of her breasts, she felt close to cumming already.

James stood up and pulled down his shorts in front of her. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his massive pulsing cock sprang free. It was the biggest dick Jacqui had ever seen and in her light-headed state, all she could think was ‘I need that inside me’.

“I’m not going to mess about Jacqui,” he said. “You want it – and I want to give it. Will you let me fuck you right here in the kitchen?”

“Yes,” she replied instantly, touching his rock hard pecs with the palm of her hand. “God yes.”

Immediately she felt the head of his huge dick against her pussy lips. He grabbed the back of her left leg and pulled her knee up to his right hip, before pushing forward and penetrating her.

They both moaned loudly at the release. Jacqui had never taken such a huge cock inside her, but she was so turned on, it slid three quarters of the way in quite easily. James took a moment to revel in the feeling of being inside such a surprisingly tight middle-aged pussy bareback. He looked her in the eye and simply said: “Are you ready?”

She nodded, her eyes filled with lust. She didn’t care less about the consequences of this. She needed it. Mike was off fucking his young slut, why shouldn’t she enjoy some fresh young cock in the house he paid for?

James slid his prick almost completely out of her, then rammed it all the way in, almost to her cervix. There was a twinge of pain from inside her but it was glorious pain and was quickly replaced by pure pleasure, spreading throughout her whole body. She knew her first orgasm was close already. Suddenly, he started thrusting into her hard and fast, pinning her up firmly against the fridge in order to get as deep inside her as he could. Her pussy was his and he knew it. There was no need to be gentle, she was silently demanding he fuck her with passionate brutality and he was only too happy to oblige.

Within a minute of this frantic fucking the strength of her climax overwhelmed her – hardly surprising given the fact she’d been turned on for over half an hour – and she started screaming with every thrust, the pleasure washing over her in intense waves. James felt the walls of her wet pussy tightening against his cock and knew his own orgasm was only seconds away. He ran his hand up her back and gripped her shoulder, thrusting inside three more times before holding himself as deep as he could possibly go and almost roaring as he filled her with his potent semen. Ropes of it flew inside her, spurt after spurt filling her.

Eventually their orgasms subsided and they stood there, still intertwined, panting and sweating. “Oh my God Jacqui, that was amazing,” he said quietly. “I have to go and finish helping with the boxes. Are you around later?”

Jacqui’s mind was a blur. All she could do was nod and lean back against the fridge, James’s cum leaking out of her. He kissed her cheek and was gone in a flash.

She stood there feeling a strange mixture of shame and profound satisfaction. She knew she’d behaved like a slut, but that had been the most intensely erotic experience of her life. She went upstairs for a shower with a big grin on her face.

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

Jacqui had waited all evening for the doorbell to ring. She’d put on a revealing summer top and a skirt and readied herself for round two with James. But it was now 9.30 and she resigned herself to the idea that he wasn’t going to call. She felt like a foolish old woman, believing that a young stud like James would come back for seconds when he was probably off with some hot young girl who’d spend hours sucking his dick.

Jacqui sighed and slumped on her sofa. It was stiflingly hot and she removed her top, leaving her beautiful huge breasts protected from the sultry air by only her skimpy bra. She closed her eyes and remembered every sordid detail of what had happened in the afternoon. She felt betrayed by her own body because she knew she should just forget their torrid encounter in the kitchen but it had been so profoundly satisfying that just thinking about it for a minute or two caused her to become deeply aroused.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Jacqui froze, wondering if she should ignore it. She couldn’t answer the door in this state – bra out, nipples rock hard…

“Jacqui,” called James’s voice. “Jacqui are you there? It’s me James.”

She told herself she could answer the door quickly without anyone else seeing her so she dashed for the entrance, pulled James inside swiftly and closed it again.

James could barely believe his eyes seeing her breasts close to escaping their lacy confines and he immediately pinned her up against the hall wall, kissing her deeply, leaving her melting into him. She cursed her lack of self-control but in the grip of lust she just wanted to be taken, to be used by this gorgeous man, to let him fuck her senseless and hang the consequences. His scent drove her crazy and he knew exactly how to turn her on.

James grinned and grabbed the straps of her bulging bra and swiftly pulled them down over her wonderful breasts with his powerful arms, causing her to scream out as her aching nipples were finally freed.

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He was in it – he knew. She was like discovering heroin. Kevin’s mind was on fire, the highest high that he could even remember. He was going over the taste of her mouth for the tenth time, fixing his dick in his pants for the tenth time, remembering how her hand felt against his cock for the tenth time and found himself walking past a familiar set of doors…

Only to realize that he was walking past his own building’s lobby. It was like he had teleported the 10 blocks between Brooke’s place and his.

He did a double take and shook his head. He was still a little tipsy from the party but not tipsy enough to miss his own door. No – that was all her. He wasn’t a particularly superstitious man, and he never thought of himself as needy…

But he rubbed his key fob and opened the door and waited for the elevator all with a single idea in his head. An idea so foreign to him, that he wondered if he was losing his mind…

He thought to himself that he might have actually just met his future fucking wife.

Kevin shook the thought away. It was a ridiculous idea. But the connection between them was so debilitating – the spark so obvious. There was no imbalance there – they talked to each other and were genuinely riveted by each other. Tonight wasn’t just a means to an end like so many other nights before. Nothing that had happened tonight was just a dance to allow them to fuck. She was as coy and ladylike as she could be given the fact that she was horny as hell for him and he couldn’t have been any more obvious that he wanted her. But if she had turned him down, he would have still wanted to spend every second with her. Beyond the drumbeat call of his dick throbbing like it had been waiting to be inside of her his entire life, there was the clarity – he missed her already. Missed her goofy sense of humour…her cheeks when she smiled.

Going down her fire escape would make one hell of a story to tell their kids…

“What the fuck has gotten into you?” he muttered under his breath, berating himself as he got to his door.

His laptop was open on the bed. He knew that he shouldn’t, knew what a fucking loser it would make him…

But there was the clarity again. He kicked off his shoes, typed her name into Google and went down the rabbit hole.

***

Kevin opened his eyes again to see his ceiling. He must have fallen asleep. The time said 3 am.

He should have been worried, startled. Instead he was just relieved.

She picked up his laptop from off of his stomach and set it on the sidetable. The lemon scent of her perfume danced all around him.

“I wasn’t sure I could wait,” he said smiling at her.

Brooke didn’t smile back. “I was sure that I couldn’t,” she said settling on the bed between his legs. She promptly started undoing his pants.

“‘First chance I got’ I believe you asked,” she said, wrestling his pants underneath him. “So I snuck out,” she finished proudly.

“What a big girl you are,” Kevin said. He was trying to play it cool but he was so overjoyed to have her in his bed that he thought he was about to pass out. “You don’t need no stinking curfew.” Light and playful. Trying desperately to keep it light and playful while the blood in his brain was evaporating fast.

“Right?” she said, smiling, settling up between his legs, her face next to his crotch. His cock felt like it was pulsing and she didn’t belabour a thing. Her french manicured nails pulled the elastic down and had his cock in her fingertips and she licked a trail from his nuts up to the tip of him along the belly of his dick that was as intense as anything had ever felt since he lost his virginity nearly 20 years earlier.

“Ohhhh, Jesus fuck,” he breathed out, trying to sit up to get a better view.

Her hand went to his stomach pushing him back down, her nails scratching against his skin. A quick smile came to his face.

But it didn’t last long. Her licking of his cock continued, wordlessly, almost as if this quick introduction was her making up for the interruption that he’d suffered earlier on. And his smile and giddiness quickly evaporated at the sensation of her tongue caressing his shaft like afyon escort his dick was a popsicle melting in the sun.

“Fuck…baby…!” was the sound that came from his mouth as he stared unblinkingly at her tongue as it drew every last drop of blood into his cock. His mouth was dry from having it hanging open, his jaw opening wider and wider each time her tongue went down and then painted its way back up to where her lips would meet and plant a kiss at the tip of him, each stroke a journey 5% closer to an ending that he never wanted to come.

“You have a really nice cock,” she whispered with a guilty smile, jerking him slowly up and down, biting her lip. “I hope this makes up for sending you home empty-handed.”

“You…you…shit,” he panted out when she finally dropped her mouth around the top of him and gently sucked him proper. The words felt like cottonballs in his mouth, his breath shaky as his abs burned to keep him upright enough to stare at her mouth. “Baby…you need to cool it…or I’m gonna make a mess like…like I’m a fucking teenager…”

She smiled with his cock still partway in her mouth before lifting her mouth off of him and stroking his cock in her palm like he was a newborn.

“We have all night…” she whispered matter-of-factly, green eyes staring into his soul.

You’re like a fucking dream , he thought.

***

His eyes opened again, staring at his ceiling. It was morning. He forgot himself, where he was, where he had been.

Then the fog lifted. He remembered the laptop open on his chest, her LinkedIn profile dimming as his eyes fluttered closed…

And her eyes dancing in his lap…the warmth of her…how fucking ecstatic he’d just been…

It was a dream. He’d been dreaming about her all night and woke wondering if any of it had been real. The scratch on his arm from when he’d gone down the fire escape. His dick was so hard that he knew that I’d be an hour before he could take a proper piss. Then he checked his phone.

He saw the notification, her name, felt his heart race. Touched the screen to find a picture of Brooke.

Still in her bra and panties from last night, she looked to be in her bed, the angle of the shot looking down her body between her tits – the endless, solid black seam of her cleavage was precisely in the middle of the shot. Her hand was underneath her panties, leaving nothing to the imagination as to what her fingers were doing.

The text read: I went to bed tonight thinking of you…

He closed his eyes and dropped the phone against his chest.

Fuck this , he thought.

He propped the phone up against the sheets and it took him all of three minutes to rub one out.

Finally able to breath and think straight, Kevin texted her back: [Good morning. U know exactly what I did with that picture, right?]

Brooke was up. She texted back right away.

{Did it feel good?}

[For a moment. Now Im just hungry again. Srsly I’m still hard]

[just not painfully hard]

{Hungry for what?}

[Fuck off…]

She sent a ROFL emoticon.

{I don’t know if u could tell but…}

{I really wanted you to fuck me last night}

His eyes rolled in his head and he had to slowly clench a fist around the phone as he felt the flutter of gooseflesh run across his skin. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take. It took him about three minutes to find the proper response: an animated gif of Yosemite Sam, red-faced with smoke coming out of his ears.

[I need u. No excuses]

{I cant…}

[BITCH!! U PROMISED!!]

[don’t make me beg…]

She didn’t write back for nearly ten agonizing minutes. Then,

{I tried to get out of a thing but I cant. Ill make it up to you, I swear}

Kevin felt his dick throb again in protest. Down boy, he thought to himself.

[How?]

[Gimme something to hold onto]

{…}

The pic that lit the screen was of Brooke holding her phone in front of her reflection in a mirror. She wore a pink silk robe, untied and no bra. The open neck of the robe aydın escort ran down her body, framing her cleavage, baring a huge swath of milky skin and the inner surface of her huge breasts. Her raised nipples could be seen poking through the material and she lightly bit her fingertip as she smiled for the camera.

[You really are a fucking fabulous photographer…]

Smiley face {Thank you. Im inspired.}

[When!?!?]

{soon. Gotta go.}

It was Saturday and he really didn’t feel like doing anything but jacking off to her for the rest of the day. But he wanted to be in tip top shape for the eventual epic throw down that was gonna happen between them so he forced himself out of bed and went for a jog. It was probably the only way to keep his mind off Brooke long enough to keep his hand off of his dick.

The jog wasn’t nearly as distracting as he would have liked. The weather was cool, the streets wet from a short morning shower. He turned left, picked up the pace, went down a side street. Over a curb, veering into the park. And try as he might his mind wouldn’t clear.

Her lips. The smell of her perfume. Her hands under his shirt…

And the warmth…It was frankly unlike anything he’d ever felt before. He’d wanted women in his life, but he’d never felt such desperate lust for anyone the way his whole soul had needed Brooke last night. Getting her naked and worshiping her body had been the thing he never knew he’d always wanted. The heat of them was tangible – it was like she was a big infrared lamp. The difference between being a foot away from her and being an inch was the difference between being in the shade vs being in sunlight. He didn’t know if it was his excitement or hers, or some combination of the two. But the space they occupied together felt scorched, as if the energy between them had actually been heating the air around them.

His mind wandered back to her again and again, causing him to very nearly run headlong into a lamppost…a parking meter…another jogger…a fencepost. When he finally almost ran into an old lady with a walker, he gave up on his jog. Trying to distract himself from her wasn’t working and he made his way slowly back to his apartment, shifting his spandex now and again so that his hard dick didn’t look too obscene.

Kevin had left his phone behind but her picture greeting him on the lockscreen had a notification saying he’d missed a Facetime.

“MOTHERFUCKER!” he barked in frustration. He started texting.

[I went out for a jog. Trying to work off some steam…wonder why…]

[didn’t work…missed your call]

[now I’m even more steamed]

[u promised]

He smelled like shit, and, again, thought of how pathetic it was him waiting by his phone for her response. He was just about to get up and get in the shower when the video call prompt went off. He leapt up and fixed his hair before accepting.

The most beautiful face in the history of the world splashed onto his screen. She was Helen of Fucking-Troy, reincarnated. It had only been 14 hours since they first met, 10 hours since he last saw her. And the sight of her took his breath away all over again.

He could feel the tension in his body fade away, staring down into the face that filled most of the screen. Man, he remembered that she was hot…

But not tipsy or drunk anymore, he realized…Somehow he undersold it.

“Fuck me, you’re gorgeous,” he said without thinking.

She frowned, before smiling. “I have already agreed, in principle, to having sex with you.”

“I know. And I don’t want to alarm you. I’m just informing you that you are an as solid-as-solid-gets, solid-fucking 10.”

She rolled her eyes but – and he couldn’t believe his eyes – she was actually blushing. Somehow, it was music to her ears; a boy saying she was pretty somehow wasn’t a throwaway thing she must have heard a million times in her life.

“Didn’t you just jack off?” she giggled. “Just how horny are you?”

“Well maybe you should be less sexy!” he said in honest frustration, staring a hole through the screen at her. He ran his hand through his hair. ağrı escort “Jesus Christ – someone should cut my balls off for NOT fucking you last night…”

She rolled her eyes again as the image shook. She was walking somewhere.

“Well, I’m sorry that I’ve made you very horny. I just wanted to tell you I’m thinking of you. And that I haven’t really stopped since you went out my window.”

She was torturing him. He was getting the shakes, the goose flesh tickled his skin. “Is this you making me feel better?!?”

Brooke smiled and bit her lip. Her eyes looked up, above the screen at something ahead of her before peeking back down at him and then back up. “That was very dashing of you, you know. No one ever went out a window for me before. Hold on…” she said, and the screen went black. It looked like she had stuffed her phone in her pocket.

He could hear the muffled sounds of her talking to someone. It sounded like she was at some kind of security desk, the sound of a metal detector could be heard. Her face finally reappeared.

“Where the hell are you anyway?” he asked, genuinely curious, pacing his room. “And how can it be more important than being naked in my bed?”

“You sound desperate,” she whispered. “I’m of a mind to come over there and have sex with you just to shut you up.”

“I dare you, gorgeous. Come to think of it can we get some money on it?”

She was chuckling and he finished – “Seriously…no, no…let me finish…I’ll give you good odds.”

She was losing it a little, her image bouncing up and down on the screen as she looked away and closed her eyes, trying not to crack up.

It was what he remembered about her. How fucking sharp she was, how good it felt just going back and forth with her. Seeing her trying to sit on the laugh did it to him again. It was the same feeling he had felt looking back to her in the window from the street last night…looking back at this dirty blonde goddess, standing there in her underwear…

He felt like putting his fist in his mouth.

“I’m leaving a shoot for Time magazine at a prison. I should be back in the city around 8.”

He couldn’t believe he actually looked at his watch. Then he couldn’t believe that was seven hours away.

“That’s seven fucking hours from now,” he said. He sighed and looked straight into the phone.

“You promised.”

She felt his disappointment through the phone and her shoulders sagged. She was sitting down into a car, looked like an Uber, and the driver’s voice confirmed that she was headed to an airport.

“I promised. And I swear – I swear – I’ll make it up to you.”

Kevin sighed. He was so hard up for her, he had no pride left. The words just tumbled out of him.

“I…I’ve never wanted…anyone…the way I wanted you last night…the way I…”

She gulped as the car pulled away from the curb. “Will you…think I’m a slut if I say ‘Me too’?”

He chuckled and sighed. “Sure…YOU’RE the loser. I’m LITERALLY begging you…”

“I’ll be worth the wait,” she whispered.

He didn’t say anything. He was just staring at the image of her, his mind glazing over.

She stared back for a moment, the silence was an afterthought, when she said, “No one’s ever looked at me the way you’re looking at me right now.”

What in the fuck even was that?!? “Bu-huu-huuulll-shit,” he said. It was the dumbest thing he’d ever heard. “That’s like the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“If they did, I never saw it,” she said. She looked up at the driver before moving the camera closer and whispering. “You’d fuck me right here in the back of this car if you were here with me, wouldn’t you?”

The weight of her breasts in his hands as he had groped them flashed through his mind. Her rubbery nipples, growing tighter each time his thumbs flicked them and his fingers pinched and twisted them. Her hands pulling him flush against her body. Her wet mouth reaching for his, her tongue slipping across his lips…

He closed his eyes. “I’d make it my mission in life. It would take an army to pull me off of you and I’d probably get us arrested,” he said.

Her mouth parted, and it occurred to Kevin that they were probably thinking exactly the same thing, separated by however many miles.

“I’m gonna go. I’ll see you tonight,” she said. She held his gaze for a beat and shivered closing her eyes, before blowing a kiss to him and ending the call.

tbc…

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