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This is a celebration of July 14, not a sex-filled tome. It’s a (mostly) true account of our fun with new neighbors. Enjoy and then go make your own National Nude Day memories.

Cheers

Zoo

———–

“Really?”

“Yep.”

Over a few beers one Friday afternoon, my neighbor, Louis, and I discovered a very interesting coincidence.

“So, she doesn’t know you saw her?” We ask each other.

Turns out we had both seen the other’s wives topless, the only difference being his wife had no intention of exposing herself to anyone. While Bonnie wouldn’t have cared, his wife Dianne definitely did. That she was topless in the first place was a huge turnon for him, but Dianne had no idea anyone else saw her.

That said, Louis wanted to see his wife topless on a public beach. From what he told me, he had been working on her for some time in the hope to get her comfortable and confident enough to do it. Not that he was jealous of me, but he definitely admired Bonnie’s free spirit as he watched her through the slat in the fence dividing our backyards.

“What about completely naked?” I ask.

“Even better.”

Thus, our plan was hatched.

“Good morning”

After several years of marriage, these words are among those I cherish most hearing every single day. Sure, I had to fight through a fear to commit to this woman and my own failings seemed to doom us. And yet, here we are, two humans who know everything about each other. We know how to love, how to push buttons to enrage, how to honor and serve, and especially how to navigate life together. While we are definitely not perfect, we work hard each day to be a good couple.

“Good morning, love.”

It’s such a simple statement. I suppose I could be more eloquent. I prefer simplicity, especially early in the day since I always have the rest of the day to honor such a magnificent woman. Bonnie and I have had some wonderful adventures together, and this summer is proving to be no exception. This week, in the middle of July, we are actually at home as we are between a couple of small trips within the States. We hadn’t planned on being home, but we suddenly found ourselves unable to reserve a beach side condo in South Padre, probably due to the lifing of pandemic restrictions in Texas.

That said, Bonnie definitely spoiled me last year, but somehow upped the ante this year.

“Okay, lover. What’s on the agenda? It sure is early.” Bonnie always was able to immediately wake up. Morning people, sheesh.

“Well, I have three activities planned, maybe a fourth time permitting.”

Looking at the calendar last month, I realized we would be able to avoid big crowds and thought of some really unheard of places for us to go. Basically,

the slate was clean, and Bonnie volunteered to provide the entertainment for however I decided to paint the canvas. Therefore, on today, July 14th, she and I decided to create some National Nude Day memories.

“What should I bring?”

“Wear clothes for golf, and bring a suit for kayaking. Whatever you bring, you should be prepared to lose at any time along the way.” I tell her.

“Oh goody.”

With the earliest tee time I could find, we have to leave the house before the sun is up. Getting into town should be easy, and the golf course is a privately owned hotel course. The goal is simple: play some golf well enough to get my caddie naked.

As the sun makes its first appearance, we find ourselves on the first golf cart of the day. Bonnie will drive while I play. She’s not a golfer, but loves to caddie and drive the cart.

“Okay, so I get to predict how well you’ll play a hole?” She asks as we approach the first tee.

“Yes. If I beat it, I get to take an item of clothing off you. If you guess my score correctly, you don’t lose an item, and if I go over your prediction, even by just one shot, you get one piece of clothing back.” I explain. Bonnie is determing MY par for each hole.

“Nice. This first hole is a par 4, 389 yards. I think you’ll score a 6.”

“That’s a safe bet. It’s reachable, at least for me.”

Trying hard not to count my chickens too soon, I take a quick look at Bonnie. She is wearing a visor which hold her sunglasses. Her hair is pulled back, and held in place by a hair band. She is wearing earrings from her favorite designer. Under her light sweater which is currently helping her fend off the cool early morning air, I can see a collared pink golf shirt on top of a bra. Bonnie is also wearing a short skirt which shows off a lot of leg as she sits in the driver’s seat. My best guess is she wearing a favorite thong under the skirt. Bravely, she did not wear sweat pants, and her feet are kept warm by socks inside her shoes. Aside from a watch on her wrist, I don’t see much else to take off her body.

With 18 holes to get approximately 15 pieces of clothing or jewelry off her, I have my work cut out. My first tee shot doesn’t bode well for my chances as I slice it. We discover my ball in a very playable position, and I’m able to hit it effectively enough to get to a nice approach. adana escort But, I top the approach shot and it bounces harmlessly to the front edge of the green. Surveying the green, I see it’s quite wet. So, I decide to putt from the fringe and leave it just short of the pin. Sinking the putt for the 5, I giddily walk back to Bonnie.

“Let’s start with the right earring.”

“Interesting. Here you go.” Bonnie hands me the earring.

“By the way, if I get a hole-in-one, you have to completely strip and go get the ball.”

“Ha! Nice one. Next hole is Par 5, 515 yards. I think you’ll shoot an 8.” Bonnie smiles at me.

“8! You may as well take off that bra now.” I reply as Bonnie drives us over to the tee box.

“Well crap!” Bonnie exclaims as I smash the ball off the tee and straight down the fairway.

I chose this playing time carefully so there wouldn’t be too many players in sight. As the grass, still wet from the morning dew, catches and holds my ball, I realize this hole is playing much longer that its 515 yards. At least it is until I reach the green with my third shot. My approach shot hits perfectly, then rolls imperfectly right past the green and down the side of the hill surrounding it. This course is known for its greens which drain very efficiently so now I have to watch my ballspeed. No matter, I’m happy to card a 7 and watch Bonnie dutifully remove her bra from under her shirt.

Bonnie guesses the next few holes perfectly, and loses nothing. I have to scramble on the fifth just to avoid having her put anything back on. As we get to 6, I feel I have a chance to finally get some skin exposed here and on the seventh. Keeping my mouth shut, I try to look dejected as Bonnie predicts a 6 on 6. It’s

a short par 4 either she was hoping for a 5, or doesn’t think I can get it. This is actually one of my favorite holes on the course, and I earn an honest par.

“Lose the sweatshirt.”

Bonnie obliges me, and her nipples clearly show through her shirt. As I tee up on 7, the sun shines from behind her and the silhouette of her tits is magical. I have to look away for a moment to concentrate on this par 3. It’s a short shot, and Bonnie predicts a 3. After I loft the ball high, we follow the trajectory toward the pin. Never before have I hit such a sweet shot. The grass catches the ball perfectly, allows one bounce, and holds it just feet from the pin.

“Damn, Zoo. That was really nice.”

“Looks like I have a decision to make.” I say, looking at Bonnie.

Instead of staying in the cart this time, Bonnie gets out and walks to the flagstick. As I line up my short putt, she lifts her shirt.

“Damn, Bonnie. Those are really nice.” I say, stopping to admire her tits.

“Enjoy.”

As I tap the ball to start its journey to the bottom of the cup, Bonnie lifts up the flag. As the trail looks true, she drops the stick and removes her shirt in one smooth movement. Now topless, she picks the ball out of the cup and tosses it to me.

“Nice shot.” Bonnie tells me as she replaces the flagstick.

“I was inspired.” Looking around, we are still alone. The sound of mowers in the distance indicate we are behind them as they move from hole to hole.

“Looks like I underestimated your skills. Let’s see what’s up with 8.”

In the cart, Bonnie drives us slowly over to the number 8 tee box. As I grab my club of choice, a hybrid 3 for this par 4, she sits still without even trying to cover up her breasts. Standing outside the cart to her left, I’m able to caress her tits as she sums up the possible score.

“I’ll have to predict a 5. You seem to be on a roll.”

While driver would have been perfectly acceptable here, I love this hybrid club and it rewards me with a nice, long drive to within thirty yards of the green. Bonnie drives me up the middle of the fairway and drops me off at the ball. With my wedge and putter in hand, I wonder what she’s thinking as she drives back to the cart path and parks where I can see her sitting in full sunlight. My approach is easy to navigate, and I land the ball right at the front of the green and watch it roll on top of the freshly manicured grass.

I will never forget this hole as I putt for a birdie. I stop to admire the line of the putt after the ball hits the bottom of the cup. I’m also very much frozen by the sight of Bonnie dropping her skirt to the ground and calmly walking out to the hole to retrieve my ball. Walking back to the cart, Bonnie calmly tosses the ball a few times, catching it each time. In just a thong, she appears completely naked with the exception of a string around her waist.

Suddenly, Bonnie jumps into the cart and bends over in her seat. The reason is quickly apparent as a couple of guys on mowers come around the path leading to

9. I catch up to her quickly and stand close to her to try to shield her from their view.

“Hey.” I hear from behind me.

“Morning.” I reply, turning only my head to look at them.

“We’ve had a water line break on the back nine. You’ll want to stop here.” The guy ankara escort on the closest mower explains.

“Well darn.”

“Yep. You can go get a full refund, or come back later for a full round. Just bring your receipt to the office.”

“Thanks, guys.” Bonnie says, almost yelling, while bending her body to look around me.

My guess is they probably saw at least her tits, but both mowers sped off to the clubhouse with no further conversation. Water on the course is undoubtedly more important than a naked woman.

“Where are you going?” I ask Bonnie after getting back in the cart. She drives us toward the 9 tee.

“Well, number one, no one will be behind us. Two, those maintenance guys will be gone for a few minutes. And three, I’m still wearing something.”

“And?”

“You have one more tee shot. Hit it down the middle of the fairway, and I take off this thong. If you land your ball in anything other than the short grass of the fairway, I’m putting my clothes back on.”

“All of them?”

“Yep. And one more thing.”

“What’s that?” I ask as I select a 9 iron.

“You have to use driver, cannot take a practice swing, and the ball has to travel at least 250 yards. I’ll use the rangefinder to measure it.”

“Damn.” I say to my mostly naked wife as I drop the 9 iron back in the bag and grab the driver.

Leaving her at the cart, I walk up the short embankment to the tee box. As she watches me tee the ball up, I’m left with the knowledge the driver can be

the most fickle of clubs. Even a ball strike just off center a little can send it into the rough, or worse. And as I size up the fairway in front of me, I realize Bonnie chose the narrowest of holes on the course. According to the course map, the fairway doesn’t widen for at least 300 yards from my tee. Like most courses, this is a signature par 5 with no room for error off the tee. After visualizing my shot, I line up my club and take one last look at Bonnie. In just shoes, and holding the rangefinder, she is completely naked save for the last little piece of underwear I’m trying to get off her body.

“Welp, that was a mistake.” I tell her.

“Oh?”

I reset my visualize of the shot by closing my eyes, and then open them without looking up at her. Barely a second after placing the head of the club at the

ball, I arc my entire body in a movement to use the laws of physics. Bearing down on the ball with as much speed as my arms will produce, I make contact with the

cover and follow through. As my knees twist, I keep my head up and eyes on the ball as it leaves the tee box. Not even bothering to watch it land, I walk

back to the cart.

Bonnie passes me on the embankment and makes her way up to the tee I left. As I watch from the back of the cart, the shines from behind Bonnie while she holds

up the rangefinder to her right eye. Not taking my eyes off her body, I drop the driver into the bag and await the verdict. Bonnie turns, and shakes her head.

As her thong hits the ground, I raise my hands in victory. Bonnie gives me one last gift by posing on the tee box, then walks back down to the cart. After getting

back into our seats, Bonnie whips the cart around and heads back to 8. I see her thong remains behind on the ground next to my tee. What a glorious sight.

Back at the 8, Bonnie steers us on the path to a nearby set of restrooms. From there, it’s a short distance to the parking lot. Feeling safer on the path surrounded by thick mesquite trees, Bonnie pulls over.

“Thank you for this.” She tells me with a kiss.

“No. Thank you.” I reply as I run my fingers all over her body.

“What’s next on the agenda since our round has been rudely interrupted?”

“Well, I’ll take the cart back. You go ahead to the car.” I tell Bonnie.

With not a stitch of clothing on her body, Bonnie gets off the cart and begins walking down the path to the car. I turn the cart around and head back to the

8, and turn left there to return to the clubhouse. After I get out and shove her clothes into the top of my bag, I make my way back to the parking lot. It’s not that my bag is heavy, I just want to take my time and enjoy the sight of Bonnie no matter what she’s doing. She certainly doesn’t disappoint.

“About time.” She tells me from where she sits on the hood of our car.

“You are about the best looking hood ornament ever.” I say as I stand my golf bag next to the car.

“I think you better check the oil.” Bonnie says as she spreads her legs for me.

Putting my fingers into her, I move around her soft insides and kiss her the even softer lips surrounding her mouth. I can feel her hard nipples against my thin golf shirt and the certain sensation of my cock hardening follows quickly.

“Was this on the agenda?” Bonnie asks between kisses.

“Most definitely.”

Suddenly aware of the presence of other golfers both leaving and arriving on the other side of the parking lot, I open the car for Bonnie and place my bag of

clubs in the trunk. Before closing it, adıyaman escort I pull her clothes out of the top of my bag and bring them to her. Bonnie has not even tried to get into the car, rather she calmly puts on her sweatshirt and throws the rest of the clothes in the back seat. Without looking behind me, I walk naturally to the driver side doors and get in. As we pull out, I catch sight of a couple of older gentlemen simply staring in our direction. They look frozen in time as they continue to stare at the spot where Bonnie dressed.

“How did that feel?”

“Pretty great. I can’t wait to caddy for you again. I’m sure those last two guys will come back often.” Bonnie says with a gleam in her eye.

“Did they see your whole body?

“Mostly tits, but I might have thrown my tush out at the last second. That was invigorating, and such a turnon. My nipples are so hard they almost hurt.”

“Let’s see.”

And off comes the sweatshirt. Again. We’ve been naked outdoors before, and every time Bonnie does so her nipples harden like pencil erasers. I love to pinch

and suck them. Today is no different and I rotate grasping each with two of my fingers as we navigate our way out of the hotel parking lot.

As we drive out past the security gate, Bonnie in nothing but a smile, we catch the gaze of the lone guard. He’s busy, but not too busy with an incoming guest to do a doubletake. This is our plan today. Have fun, get horny, and make people rub their eyes in disbelief. Bonnie loves to take measured risks, almost to the point of having to run for cover. Except, she never has. The resulting sex has always been amazing, and I bet we could pull off to the side of the road right now to satisfy her urges. The final goal is to edge Bonnie all day long to a massive orgasm. The golf course was a good start.

“I need to keep your buzz going. I have an idea.” I tell Bonnie before pulling over so she can drive. In a very quick two-person fire drill, we run around the car and switch spots. Bonnie grabs her lifejacket from the back seat and puts it on before jumping in to drive.

While I packed the lifejackets and paddles, I had planned on going back to the house for the kayaks. We arrive back in our neighborhood after most people have left for work so it’s very quiet.

“Back it in the driveway. I’ll bring the kayaks out.”

“Sounds good.”

After I get both kayaks from the backyard, I take a look up and down the street as I place the kayak holder on the roof of the car.

“I’ll need your help holding the kayaks in place so I can strap them down.”

As I watch the shoes surrounding her feet exit the car, I see that’s all she’s wearing along with the lifejacket which is completely unfastened. As she bends

to lift one end of the kayak, Bonnie’s tits spill out. As she helps raise the kayak, the lifejacket closes to once again conceal her tits, but her deliciously shaved

pussy makes a full appearance. Once we position on top of the car, Bonnie holds it in place while I put the first strap on. Then, we repeat the process for the second kayak. With her arms up, Bonnie leans against the car putting her ass on full display. I hear a car coming down the street, but I can’t allow Bonnie to stop holding the kayak so I quickly step behind her and work on the next strap while they drive by.

“Well, that was no fun.” Bonnie says.

“Oh? Okay, next time you’re on your own.” I reply and return to the other side of the car.

Sure enough, another car approaches from the other direction, but I leave Bonnie in place. So, as I kneel inside the car to finish tightening some straps, I not only get a perfect view of a very amazing pussy, I also get to watch the car drive by. Bonnie can’t let go of the kayak or it will fall. No one in the car seems to even look at Bonnie as they drive by. I get out to finish the last straps.

“Well, that was a letdown.”

“I certainly enjoyed watching from inside the car.” I tell her.

“I bet. Hey, there’s another car coming.”

Sure enough, a car comes from the same direction as the last one, and I have just enough time to lower the window where Bonnie stands and get back into the

car. As she stands under the weight of the kayak, I reach through the window and pull open the lifejacket. Bonnie moves her body forward, and I take advantage

by sucking on a nipple. I’m also able to reach her pussy, and finger her immediately. Again, the car drives by.

“I don’t think people have any idea what they’re missing.” I tell Bonnie.

“Don’t….stop.” Bonnie moans.

“Oh no you don’t.” I reply with a quick flick of my fingers on her pussy, then I stop.

After double-checking all the straps and loading up some other equipment for later, we are ready to go.

“I think you’ll have to at least wear a swimsuit when we’re putting the kayaks in the water.”

“I agree.” Bonnie replies and shucks her lifejacket.

Right there in our driveway, my naked wife puts her suit on. At least she does this quickly enough so as to not bring any unwanted attention to us. Now that we’re ready to hit the lake, it’s time for some breakfast. After much back and forth, we agree to make three stops: one for our favorite food, and one just for drinks. Lucky for me, they all have drive-thru lanes. Bonnie continues to drive, and we head to her favorite place first.

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I just sat there, wondering what that massive phallus would feel like around my lips or my pussy. I looked at the enormous head as it pulsed while he jacked the veiny length. His balls bounced up with each stroke he gave, making them slap softly against the hammock he was laying on. Of course, he didn’t care who heard; he had nothing to lose and nothing to be ashamed of.

God knows how many other housewives were gawking at his naked body, his big hands (yes! Both hands!) jerking his manhood off and his orange sized gonads bouncing along. He gave zero fucks, and instead probably got off on that fact.

19 year old Wesley was rarely ever wearing a shirt outside when it was warm; and we lived in Florida, so that was pretty much the entire year. It was obvious he enjoyed displaying his tall, broad shouldered frame that he inherited from his hot European daddy. He ran laps around the block, mowed lawns (the six houses in the block in one day every week and a half, making him all sweaty!!), worked on his backyard (something he liked to do and did often), and hung out with equally handsome friends all while parading around that fuckable body. There wasn’t much hair on his chest or jawline, which gave him a boyish look even though he was built like a superman, although he did have a sexy treasure trail that was beginning to reach the bottom of his chest from the thicker patch at his bellybutton. All those big muscles are insignificant compared to the large muscle between his legs. He was unbelievably long and incredibly thick. I knew firsthand that the testosterone that didn’t give him a beard or chest hair was saturated somewhere else!

Since I live behind his parents’ house I got the view of their kütahya escort entire backyard and everything he does in it. That’s how I found out about how huge he is, and he confirmed it during his runs when he would wear short shorts and his package would be bouncing all over the place. I saw a gigantic bulge in his shorts: two massive globes in his crotch and a thick tube running down his leg. Of course, I knew what it was, but I always wanted to see it in action and that’s when I decided to spy on him. And right on the first day I sat for hours watching his lean body work hard, all sweaty and hot. It took a few, daydream filled hours of waiting and fantasizing about him dominating me for him to finally lay on the hammock they have near my fence. And he pulled out his cock right then and there. I couldn’t believe it! He actually did that and I was actually seeing it!

That was about a month ago, and for two weeks I came to my second floor window to play with myself and watch him with binoculars. Later I found a discrete hole in the fence that separated our backyards that was right in front of him when he was in the hammock. I looked through that and there he was, less than ten feet away. I had to be extremely quiet of course, but the view was worth millions.

I, myself, am a pretty good looker as well. I am 46 years old, fit from working out all my life and doing yoga, 5’6″, 130 pounds and tan as well from laying out in the sun next to my pool. I would call myself a MILF, even though I have no kids. I live alone pretty much, since my husband is always either out fucking some random girl or on an extended business trip (which involved fucking random girls). He usually stayed at their place until he found someone else to bang. Now, I would be furious at that except for the fact that I’m the same way, only I use my own house instead of manisa escort going to other men’s houses. That’s how our relationship works; we really only did it for the social and economic pros. But with my C cup gravity defying tits, their pointy nipples that are obvious no matter how many layers I wear, toned ass and shapely legs, I can draw the attention of the male population without even trying. My full, puffy lips, high cheekbones, green eyes and long, wavy black hair also help in the search for new cock. I usually have a man for the week in here before I kick him out, but it’s been a few weeks since I’ve gone out on a “hunt”. I blame Wesley.

From that awesome position I watched now, his skin glistening with sweat and the few rays of direct sunlight that passed through the canopy of oak trees above. His normally golden skin gave in to the sun and his mother’s Puerto Rican bloodline, as did the sheer size of his pipe. He was actually born in Puerto Rico, and had moved to Florida when he was thirteen. Since he was, as his mother said, born in the sun, he tanned beautifully. And now in the summer his normally golden-tan complexion became bronze, especially with all those hours spent in the sun shirtless.

So there he lay. The naked half Latino, half Dutch hunk working his meat thoroughly but not briskly while I sat there on my knees watching him. He occasionally groaned in that cute tenor voice with a boyish ring on it. Both his hands were jerking the entire length of his pipe. They looked full of his immense girth. His foreskin was going back and forth from revealing his smooth cock head to covering it up. His manly bull balls were mesmerizing to watch as they bounced a little with each stroke. From this point of view they looked bigger than usual. In my daydreams about him I came to the conclusion that his height (6’3″), his daddy’s genes (which mardin escort the grapevine told me were GREAT), and the large average of Puertorican dick sizes all came together to produce the monstrous penis between his legs. It made sense, even though his actual size still didn’t.

After a few minutes of this he began to pant and his groans got louder. His balls stopped bouncing so much and they bunched up between those strong legs of his. All the muscles in his body tensed up and his hips thrust up. A loud groan/roar exited his red lips as the first of many salvoes of thick, true white sperm shot up into the low leaves of the trees. He kept shooting rope after rope after rope of manly spunk into the leaves of the trees. It was thick enough that it didn’t drip as soon as it hit the leaves, but stayed there a bit before it became too much and it rained on him. He kept cumming, eventually finishing at eleven pencil thick, foot and a half long ropes of baby cream. His balls relaxed and his hands caressed his still hard cock as it spewed shorter, smaller shots right onto himself. The cum rain landed all over his torso, legs, and cock and balls, and he didn’t even care. I actually wished that he had shot some salvoes over the fence so that I could have a taste, even if it meant licking it off the grass. I needed his essence.

After a few minutes he stopped petting his monster and it began to calm down a little, slowly leaning to the side until it hung down his right leg. By now his torso was completely covered in his own seed. There were still some drops falling from the leaves above him, but it was minor. He let his cock dangle to the side of the hammock and he put his hands behind his head for a well deserved nap.

I stared for another ten minutes just watching his chest rise and fall with his constant breathing and his cock lurch from time to time, probably wishing there had been a round two. The hammock was severely soaked with his jizz, which marked it as definitely his. He looked so peaceful and sexy there I could have jumped the fence and sucked him off in his sleep. But I’d get to do that another time…

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I’d known Jennifer from my first year at college, we’d had a few classes together here and there so I felt like I at least knew her. It was important because otherwise I would have never agreed to go back to Gary’s apartment, not alone anyway.

Gary was an older guy who was always at the clubs, making jokes, buying girls drinks and flirting, making really overtly sexual jokes. I’d met him freshman year and had danced with him a few times just because he was constantly buying me and my friends drinks. I was out my sophomore year with girls I’d just met who were my dorm mates when I ran into Jennifer.

We were giggly and tipsy already when Gary showed up and started dancing with us. It was fun to see him and I have to admit I was really enjoying a little attention after feeling looked over compared to my more voluptuous friends. He started buying both Jennifer and I shots and before I knew it the lights were coming on and the club was shutting down.

I’d long since lost the girls I’d came with so it was easier for me to just go along when Jennifer offered me a ride. She said she was going to give Gary a ride to his apartment and ‘party’ with him for awhile before she had to pick her boyfriend up. Jennifer knew I didn’t do that stuff but it didn’t slow her down from heading right to the bathroom with Gary, showing up to sit next to me on the couch glassy eyed and sniffing.

He started playing some music and fixed us both drinks and was being his usual obnoxious self when Jennifer got the call from her boyfriend. She threw me a grin and promised that she’d be right back and was up and out the door before it dawned on me that I was alone there with Gary.

He was grinning and sniffing a little himself but sat down beside me like we were old friends. He really was funny and had me at ease and giggling before it really weirded me out that I was drunk and alone at an older mans apartment. I had a serious boyfriend at the time and made several references to him during conversation, but Gary acted like he either didn’t hear me or simply didn’t care.

Gary wasn’t that tall, maybe around 5’10” and was fighting a losing battle against a full fledged beer-belly. He had dark hair but it was getting noticeably thinner in a small circle on top of his head and usually kept a goatee or mustache. He had gotten beside me and was tickling me, making my little dress ride up my legs beside him on the couch when he started to kiss my neck.

It took me by surprise and I was breaking out in goosebumps before I could push him away. He had his strong hands around me and was holding me so close I could smell the liquor on his breath. I remember him looking me in the eye and running his hand up my thigh, pulling my dress up with it. He was between my legs, rubbing my pantyhose and small panties against my body, making me immediately freeze up.

He was up on his knees between kuşadası escort my legs so fast, pulling my dress up enough to get to my pantyhose, peeling them and my panties off in the same motion. I sat back against the couch and couldn’t take my eyes off him as he quickly stripped, his cock already rigid and pointing towards me. I barely got a glimpse of his naked body before he was on me, feeling me up through my bra and fingering me so deliciously.

Gary got me to lean up and unzipped my dress and was trying to unfasten it with one hand while keeping the other busy stimulating me below. I felt my bra go slack around my breasts and then felt his hand move from my shoulders to the back of my head. I was so turned on and tingling so hard from his fingers I just let him guide my mouth over his dick.

I had some experience my first year of college doing this, but never with a grown man and never like this! He was holding onto my head and moving his hips, sliding that throbbing thing in and out of my mouth…I could feel his pubic hair tickling my face when he would push it deep, the whole time telling me how hot it was.

My jaw was getting so tired and I felt like the corners of my mouth were stretched, not to mention how raw the back of my throat was beginning to feel before he stopped, letting it slip wetly out of my mouth.

I remember him saying, “Lets get this dress off sweetie” before taking it off me and bending me over in front of him on that ratty couch. He got right behind me and was spreading my legs wider, telling me how great my ass was while once again fingering me. It wasn’t until I felt his cock between my legs did I fully appreciate what was happening to me.

I’d had sex with boyfriends before, but it was always something I’d thought about beforehand or expected to happen. Just going home and having something this intimate happen to me was so sudden and was going on so fast right in front of me that I didn’t have time to second guess or really analyze what was happening. I was naked and facing away from him, getting so wet from his finger rubbing against my clit and vagina. I was so aroused I hadn’t even thought of feeling shy about being totally nude and bent over in front of him like that.

I remember him holding onto one of my hips while he guided his dick, still wet from my mouth, slowly inside me from behind. The head was embedded in me and he grabbed both sides of my ass and crept deeper inside me, inch by inch, getting louder and more vulgar the further he pushed in. I finally managed to remember to breathe when I felt his body against mine and could feel him fully inside my body, stretching me so completely that it hurt and felt so electric at the same time!

Gary leaned over to reach under me and play with my breasts as he kept his dick buried inside me, grinding in circles so hard. One of his hands moved kocaeli escort from my nipple to my clit and began to stimulate it at the same time he began to thrust in and out of me…I remember his balls bouncing off of me before a combination of his dick filling me from behind and his hand manipulating my clit drove me over the edge.

I was squirming under him but he was relentless when he felt me cumming, driving into my small body from behind and honestly just pounding me! I was crying out before I even realized I was doing it, something I’d never been compelled to do during sex. He was saying such nasty things, making me tell him that I liked it as he leaned back up and once again grabbed me by my hips.

I felt wetter than I ever had and was really beginning to enjoy the size and friction he was making behind me. I arched my back when he told me and was pushing back against his large, invading member, feeling his hands squeezing my ass and exploring my body back there. It was hard to catch my breath when he put his finger inside my ass at first, but as soon as I was able to relax it felt so erotic I felt myself getting wet all over again!

I was pushing back against him so much and moving my hips as hard as I could and began to sweat until it was literally dripping off me. I could feel my bangs sticking to my face and knew my mascara was running, making me quite a sight I’m sure.

He had reached under me to grab my breasts and was slamming his body into mine making a clapping sound when the front door swung open. I looked up and will never forget the look on Jennifer and her boyfriends face as they slowly took in my position and what was happening. Jennifer’s mouth went from hanging open in shock to a wry, condescending smirk in seconds as she slowly appraised the situation.

I moved forward and moved to get up, replacing his hands over my breasts with my own when I heard him tell me that ‘he wasn’t finished’ and ‘to give them a little show’. He guided me to bend over again and told me it was okay while once again positioning himself behind me. He slid back in easily and asked as casual as ever if Jennifer and her beau wanted to wait inside, but added that I’d ‘be a minute’.

I’ll never forget how they just shut the door and walked in while he continued his assault on my pussy from behind, only this time with an audience to show off for! I closed my eyes and tried not to listen to Jennifer get more and more catty and insulting with her comments. Gary was going hard as ever and was beginning to sweat himself. It was running down his chest and what didn’t get caught in the hair there fell down onto me.

I was feeling so dirty and low from the crap Jennifer was saying and from how her boyfriend kept staring as he fucked me so hard and so deep. Gary buried his throbbing, wet dick inside my quivering pussy and leaned in over my back to reach konya escort my clit…immediately making me moan. I forgot about both of the people watching me as he kept rubbing my clit in circles as he sank his cock into me over and over again!

I was getting so wet I arched my back, squeezed my pussy around his dick as hard as I could, and grinded my ass back against his sweaty body. I was moaning and ceased to care about the two people watching Gary do this to me. I looked over at her boyfriend with my mouth hanging open as his body slapped wetly against mine and could read the lust on his face plain as day. I kept my eyes locked on his as I pushed myself up to give him a better look at the sweaty, naked front of my body.

I was pushing my hips back to meet his thrusts and had my hands dug into the cushions on the couch when I could feel my pussy begin to spasm. I could feel my lips quivering as I struggled to grip his invading dick while I cursed out loud, lowered my head and came…pushing back against him with all the strength my sweaty body had left.

I was shuddering with excitement and panting for breath when he reached under me to cup my small breasts while absolutely pounding his hips into me. I could feel his mouth on my shoulder as he kissed his way up to my neck and began to suck. He was biting and sucking at the same time when he started to moan, cursing as he leaned back up and grabbed me by my hips.

I could feel his thick, veiny cock jumping hard and fast inside me as he grabbed my hip with one hand and slapped my ass cheek with the other. He slapped me again and again as he dumped his hot, sticky load deep inside my battered and stretched vagina. He was still breathing heavy when he finally stop moving and slid that thing out of me and began to wipe it back and forth across my ass.

Gary told Jennifer something about liking her friends and she just cursed and made a smart assed comment about finally being able to leave. I sat up and could feel my ass stinging from his slaps, the sweat running down my skinny body, and most of all, the hot, juicy wetness oozing from my red, swollen lips. I felt as if all the eyes in the room were glued to my used body as I struggled to search the floor for my clothes.

Both Jennifer and her boyfriend had made trips to the bathroom with Gary, who’d put back on his boxers, by the time I’d gotten my legs to quit shaking enough to dress. I didn’t have the nerve to look any of them in the eye so I was sort of taken by surprise as I walked to the door to leave and Gary spun me around.

He had me in his arms and was kissing me fully and passionately with full tongue right there in front of them! He held me close and whispered some things on my ear before putting a slip of paper with his phone number in my still sweaty hand.

Jennifer kept staring at me and was talking to her boyfriend like I wasn’t in the car the entire way back to campus. When I finally got back to my dorm my panties were sticking to me and his sperm had tried up to form a crusty mess in my pubic hair. I got to my bed and just stripped right there and got under the covers naked and passed out.

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She left the salon with a swing in her step. She knew that her nails looked fabulous and that, even though she didn’t get her manicures for him, he was going to be enthralled with them. Tiny metallic sparkles winked from the surface of pink lacquer. A shade of pink that was more than “Hello Kitty cute,” but far from “Pepto-Bismol sickening,” she knew exactly what his reactions would be. And this time, she was considering acting on his desires.

Men made questioning glances in her direction as she walked. It was a beautiful day for strolling from the shopping center to the car. More than one girlfriend or wife gave her a look that warned in the flash of an eye, “Don’t you even think about him…” as she hurried to divert her man’s attention from the freshly coiffed and manicured sexpot who cruised on by as if she didn’t notice.

A doorman opened the door at her hotel with a flourish and an exaggerated tip of his cap and a bell hop tripped over a small bag in the lobby when she walked by. Thinking that the “me time” that she’d spent in the boutiques and shops was well worth it, she click-clicked across the cool tile floor into an elevator whose doors stood open. A young couple waited to ascend, but politely stepped aside when she entered.

“Floor, Ma’am?” said the young man. His tone was that of an eager suitor hoping to be favored with the slightest attention from an ignoring and out of his class woman. The young girl snapped her head in his direction and made such a face at him that she didn’t have the heart to make things worse for him.

“Eight, please. And may I say, you two make a great looking couple.” Not meant as a question at all, it did however divert their attention back to each other, hopefully not getting the young man into trouble for his obvious interest in her.

As the elevator rose, the two moved back together, his arm around her waist and her hand on his chest. She however, continued to look straight ahead and not pay them the slightest mind. The girl’s hand made a quick downward motion, stroking its way lightly across the front of his jeans as it dropped to hang by her side. It kahramanmaraş escort was an innocent motion to the casual observer, but not to the beauty that had joined them in the elevator, who noticed the touch—and his instant change of facial expression at the touch. It was all reflected right there in the highly polished faux brass of the elevator doors.

This gave her an idea and she looked down at one of her hands to admire once again the job that had been done on her long and elegant nails.

In the hotel room, she caught him just out of the shower. Warm, humid air filled the room and the odor of fresh soap caught her attention. With a large white towel wrapped around his middle, he stepped out of the bathroom rubbing his black hair with a second towel. He immediately smiled upon seeing her. Then his eyes took her in and softened as a smile spread across the width of his boyish face. When she dropped the bags and set down her keys, he noticed her manicure. And the towel was barely able to conceal his interest.

She held her first finger up to her lips to shush the verbal reaction that she knew was forthcoming. He was typically very complimentary of her, constantly talking sweetly to her, and even such an attentive lover that he often skipped his own release just to concentrate on hers. But the idea she’d hatched in the elevator called for silence. She didn’t know if he’d let her; didn’t want to give him the chance to turn it around and make it completely about her. Not this time.

Pushing him gently back into the bathroom, she positioned him square in front of the sink with the room-width mirror directly in front of him. He tried to turn towards her and she grabbed his shoulders quickly to turn him back towards the mirror. Confusion and anticipation mixed on his face as she peeked from around his torso. He watched her intently as she smiled shyly up at him.

The towel fell to the floor. She scanned the mirror, looking him up and down. His interest in her was still apparent and before she could change her mind, she reached around his torso with her right hand and kastamonu escort grabbed his erection. It felt hot and half hard, and she manipulated it just enough to pull him closer to the counter top and place his length flat onto the cool, granite surface. His eyes registered a surprise that the cold, unyielding surface could be comfortable and he smiled sheepishly at her in the mirror, as if a little embarrassed by the stimulation he was receiving.

Her left hand reached up and over his shoulder to be displayed in front of his face. He looked the pretty hand up and down, settling his gaze on the nicely manicured nails and their shiny, just applied color. Her other hand felt his immediate reaction as he stiffened more. She positioned the fingers of the hand closely to his face and mouth and he eagerly kissed the rings, nipped at the tips, and trailed a small kiss along the palm.

And then she began to give him her present. Making a fist around his shaft, she stroked the soft skin up to just under the head of him and then all the way back down to the root. His heavy sack bounced below him and he stiffened a little more. A questioning look was silenced by her as she leaned in closely to his ear and whispered, “I know you think about me when you masturbate. Let me do it for you while you watch me.”

He became nearly fully erect in her hand.

And as she sped up her stroking imperceptibly, he sagged a little at the knees. He leaned against her just the tiniest bit and his eyes got heavy lidded.

“Don’t close your eyes. Watch me! Let me watch you!” she whispered insistently through her teeth as he seemed to grow hotter and heavier in her hand.

She gripped harder and took note of the new angle at which his erection projected. No longer touching the countertop, he pointed straight up and away from his middle. Faster, just a little bit faster.

His chest heaved as his breath became ragged and almost labored. His back arched to move himself closer to her pistoning hand. To his mind, he was jacking off, but not. He was being jacked off as if he was doing it, but with kayseri escort someone else’s hand…a soft, insistent, demanding, and well manicured female hand.

She worked him, watching his eyes, watching for the tell-tale signs, and reveling in the power she and her feminine digits held over him. He fought to hold his eyes open for her; she could see the difficulty this was causing him. He wanted this so much…so much.

A little bit faster.

A little bit faster.

And his chest was heaving; his legs barely able to support him. She felt more of his weight offered to her as he leaned further into her for support. Low, furtive moans belied the difficulty he was having holding back.

A little bit faster and this time, she increased her pressure. He was nearly fucking her hand, thrusting back and forth against her palm. As she prepared to get rougher with him to bring him to his climax, she felt her own sensation.

His hand reached between them and intruded between the fabric of her skirt and her belly and continued until it violated the inside of her panties. His eyes were no longer the heavy lidded ones of a man completely under her spell. He was now a man possessed with the knowledge of how much she’d been enjoying her actions. His fingers pressed tightly into her soaked furrow and she realized that this had also been a turn on for her, not completely for him.

She increased her pressure and speed again as it became a race to the finish. His knowing and strong fingers touched her in exactly the right place and her own knees went weak. They leaned against each other, both of them fighting for breath, both of them close to their climax.

No noise was audible except for the slap of his heavy sack against her hands and the moist manipulations he was making in her panties. Harder and faster, both of them worked to satisfy the other, to catch their own breaths.

Two crashing orgasms struck them at the same time. She bit down on his shoulder; he clamped his fingers tighter to her sex. Two intense feelings raced through two completely different people and the world prepared to stop. Time and motion slowed down; she whimpered into his shoulder; he spewed ropey ribbons of cum across the sink and down her hand. She gushed from her own sex onto his hand, soaking the panties.

And they both collapsed to the floor to catch their breaths and kiss gently as they recovered.

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That next Monday, Tony had no idea what to expect. How would his relationship with his teacher change? How would calculus class change? Would people know that he’d gotten a blowjob from Ms. Miller?

Tony got through his first few periods of the morning as normal. He didn’t notice anything different walking down the halls of Robinson high school. No one changed the way they looked at him. During his recess period, his friends had their usual conversations: discussing girls, bitching about teachers, and complaining about homework. All normal. Tony gave no hint that he’d had a mind-bending sexual experience over the weekend, and nobody asked him about it.

However, during calculus class, there were many noticeable changes. Ms. Miller had come in a few minutes late as usual. Rather than ignore her for a few minutes as the class usually did, the students stopped and stared as she came through the door.

Ms. Miller had primarily worn thick sweaters or loose-fitting dresses. She seemed to have the world’s largest collection of frizzy clothing, and rotated through her one ugly outfit after another.

Today, Ms. Miller was dressed much more attractively. She wore a black fitted jacket that she left open. She wore a black skirt with a single off-center pleat; it had a silver buckle that was fit to her waist. Although the skirt was not at all tight, it ended at knee level, still high enough to display Ms. Miller’s shapely calves. She had on a white blouse that was loose enough to conceal the large breasts that Tony knew she concealed.

Ms. Miller’s clothes showed that she was not obese, looking much more professional. Tony thought that dressing professionally highlighted Ms. Miller’s attractive face.

Ms. Miller gave a bright smile when she began her class — another first, Tony thought to himself.

The effect of her improved appearance on the class was immediate. Although the class usually paid some attention to her before, perhaps her drastic change in appearance made them sit up just a little bit. The result was the best lecture Tony had heard since she’d started teaching that year.

The next day, Ms. Miller wore a blue denim dress. The dress had brass buttons running down its middle. Ms. Miller had left the top two buttons open, displaying just a hint of cleavage. Like the day before, this dress actually fit her well, displaying her tapered waist and slim arms. Her calves flexed within her brown, calf-length boots as she walked.

However, during the entire class session, Tony noticed that she did not look at him once. Although he sat in one of the front rows, her gaze would pass over him as if he were not there, and she seemed to speak to students around rather than directly to him.

As the weeks passed, her improved appearance also had a noticeable effect on the male students and faculty at Robinson High School. Tony noticed that several guys – even the jocks – would stay after class to get Ms. Miller to explain homework or to discuss a question from class. They’d never done that before.

From Tony’s vantage point, Ms. Miller seemed to enjoy the extra attention. When the boys she was helping told their strained jokes, she would laugh at them, tossing her hair back in a way that made Tony feel jealous. The male teachers at the school came in to Ms. Miller’s classroom much more.

She was also more energetic during her class periods, which only reinforced the positive changes that were happening.

Positive changes for her, Tony thought glumly. He was beginning to accept that the amazing experience from her apartment was a one-time event. He would fantasize regularly about what had happened. He replayed what she had said and what he had done, imagining to himself what might have happened if he had just taken a little more initiative…

Even during class, Tony would catch himself drifting off into a fantasy world where Ms. Miller was not ignoring him, and where that magical afternoon was the beginning of something more.

As a result of Tony’s brooding, his attention slipped in Ms. Miller’s calculus class, and then in all his classes. Although Tony had scored at the top of the class during quizzes for the first month, he began to get low B’s and then C’s.

One day, almost six weeks after Tony had gone to Ms. Miller’s apartment, he got back his latest quiz. He had gotten an F. At the top of the quiz was marked in red ink “SEE ME AFTER CLASS.”

Tony waited in his chair until everyone had left the classroom. He had never gotten an F on any quiz during high school. He felt totally depressed. He slumped down on the floor and leaned against the cabinet wall.

Ms. Miller was wearing a brown sweater that day. The sweater wasn’t tight, but it wasn’t loose either. She wore a cream colored scarf, which served to conceal her body. She was wearing a long tan skirt as well, with dark brown boots that laced-up to mid calf.

Despite her skirt, Ms. Miller plopped herself down on the floor right next to him. She raised one knee and folded her arms over it, then rested her chin on her arms. Her other karaman escort knee was bent so her left leg lay flat on the ground. Because this sitting position spread her legs, her tan skirt rode way up her thighs as she sat.

Tony wasn’t looking, but saw in the corner of his eye that Ms. Miller’s long, shapely legs had become exposed. When he turned to look, she quickly draped her scarf over herself. Her knees and much of her calves were still exposed, but her lap was fully covered.

“Tony, how are you doing?” She said in her soft, quiet voice.

With that, Tony realized that this was the first time she had spoken directly to him for six weeks.

“Fine.” Tony felt suddenly angry, and an edge came out in his voice.

“You’re angry with me.” Ms. Miller sensed it immediately. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Tony replied harshly. He continued sarcastically, “I’m sorry too.”

“Are you angry about your grade?” Ms. Miller continued tentatively? “Or are you still… upset about what happened?”

Upset? What was she talking about? Tony was suddenly confused.

“Why would I be upset about what happened?”

“Well, I’m your teacher. I invited you over to my house. And I led you on. I made you touch me all over, just because I was feeling insecure.” She whispered these last few words with her eyes downcast.

Tony was stunned. Ms. Miller. Thought. He. Was. Angry. At. Her.

For the past 6 weeks, he had stewed in his juices, thinking that she had just sucked in all the male attention she’d been getting and had forgotten about him.

Not that he had any real claim to his beautiful teacher. But he still fantasized about that visit to her house. He knew he was the first one at his school to have discovered that Ms. Miller was a fox. And he was definitely the only one to have touched that taut stomach, those luscious thighs, that ass…

Tony thought for a minute, and then gave a very careful response. “Ms. Miller, I’m not upset about what we did at all. In fact, I loved it. I would do it again if we ever got the chance.”

“So why have you been ignoring me? Since that day, you’ve been intentionally giving me the silent treatment. And the day we got back, you were talking to that horrible Kate Martin.”

Kate Martin was widely known as the class slut. Tony thought back and realized that Kate had asked him for some help with a math problem that day. Although it was a bit surprising, he had stayed with her at her desk after class for a few minutes.

Tony realized that Ms. Miller probably felt just as distant from him.

“Ms. Miller, Kate Martin doesn’t mean a thing to me. She just asked me to help her with a math problem. She was probably jealous of you when you came to school the first day looking all hot.”

Ms. Miller gave him a slight smile. Tony felt warm inside.

Ms. Miller continued: “So why are you doing so badly in school? I thought it was because you were angry with me.” Ms. Miller said.

“I’m not doing well because I’m angry, but it’s not because of what we did. It’s because of the way you’re dressing, and all the attention you’re getting. I kind of wish… well, I kind of wish that I were still the only one who knew how beautiful and athletic you are.

Ms. Miller looked at Tony steadily. A faint smile spread on her face. She was still sitting with her scarf across her lap, covering her a little but leaving her delicious legs exposed.

“There are lots of things about me that only you know.” She said softly, looking straight at him with those beautiful blue eyes. “And there’s a lot more still to find out.”

Tony’s penis twitched involuntarily. That sounded like an invitation.

“Why don’t you come to my apartment on Saturday? You need a tutor, and I happen to be free.”

Tony didn’t know whether Ms. Miller meant that he would learn more about math or more about her body, but he didn’t really care.

“Saturday is good.” Tony said.

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

So Tony found himself at Ms. Miller’s apartment again that Saturday. He again waited for the designated time, and knocked on her door.

Ms. Miller answered the door after a minute. She was wearing a blue stretch turtleneck and blue jeans. The turtleneck had long sleeves. It clung tightly to her curves, but not as tightly as Ms. Miller’s soccer uniform the first time they had met outside of school.

“Thanks for coming over, Tony. Let’s get to work.”

While her outfit was form-fitting and sexy, Tony was a little disappointed. The last time he had been over, she had opened the door wearing nothing but her underwear and a robe.

This time they went to the kitchen table of the sparsely furnished apartment, where two chairs were pulled up. Tony pulled out his books and they began going over the material that he had missed over the past 6 weeks. There were 6 chapters of material to cover.

Tony felt immensely distracted as he tried to work. They were sitting next to each other on the wooden chairs and kars escort table. As Ms. Miller would explain material, she would lean into the table and write. He would also lean in, and their heads would come very close together.

Her golden hair would pool off her shoulder and spill onto the table as she spoke to him. He was so close that he could smell her shampoo.

After explaining a section, Ms. Miller assigned a few problems for Tony to work through himself. She had a stack of papers next to her, and pulled them to grade while he worked by himself. He would glance over furtively as he worked.

She wasn’t wearing the huge, thick-framed glasses she used to bring to school anymore. Since he had reassured her during their fateful encounter six weeks ago, Ms. Miller had begun wearing contacts every day.

Her breasts were encased by the thin ribbed sweater she wore. He couldn’t tell what kind of bra she was wearing.

He studied her delicate nose, well-defined chin, and long slender neck. How had she hidden her beauty for so long from all of them?

After he completed a section, he gave her his answers to show her his progress.

She studied them for a minute, and then nodded. “Very nice, Tony. I think it’s time for a break.”

Tony wasn’t really tired, but agreed anyways.

Ms. Miller stood up from her chair. “I’m going to change into something more comfortable,” Ms. Miller said, and left the room.

Tony’s thoughts were racing. Something more comfortable? Women said that when they were going to wear lingerie, right?

He felt a powerful urge to see what Ms. Miller was doing. Could she be changing right now? Tony had an erection just thinking about it.

Tony felt a strong twinge of guilt. Spying on his teacher was definitely a no-no, regardless of what they’d done the last time they were at her house.

Since their first encounter, Tony had fantasized about what he could have done differently during their first meeting. He realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He quietly and quickly got up from his chair. As silently as he good, he walked out of the kitchen and towards the hall. The door to Ms. Miller’s bedroom was halfway open, leaving a gap near the hinges between the door and frame where Tony could see.

Tony peeked through this crack. The hallway behind him was dark, so he felt that he wouldn’t be noticed.

With his heart beating loudly in his chest, he peered into the door crack.

From his vantage point, he could see about half of the room. He could see a white dresser with four drawers. He could see a full-length oval mirror.

Ms. Miller was in the process of taking off her blue sweater. She drew the tightly fitting fabric above her head, starting from the bottom of it. She was angled away from him, so Tony couldn’t see her breasts. He did get a peek of her shapely, athletic back and waist.

Now Ms. Miller was taking off her jeans. She unbuttoned them, then began to shimmy them down her hips.

To Tony’s frustration, Ms. Miller backed up and sat down somewhere out of his point of view. Through the crack of the door, Tony could see her jeans slide down Ms. Miller’s legs, but couldn’t see the rest of her.

Now Ms. Miller stood up, again out of his field of vision. Tony couldn’t see any of her at all. He heard the sound of fabric rustling.

Tony tried desperately to see her. He inched closer to the door crack, pressing his eye closer in the hopes of widening what he could see. In doing so, he accidentally touched the door, right where it connected with the hinge.

The door swung inward a fraction of an inch, and Tony froze. Had she seen it?

There was no sound for a moment, and Tony closed his eyes, silently cursing his own clumsiness.

After a moment, Tony heard footsteps, and he opened his eyes again.

Ms. Miller was walking slowly away from him towards a dresser in the corner.

Tony had to stifle a gasp. Ms. Miller was wearing only a pair of white panties. Her entire naked back was exposed to him. The panties were high cut, emphasizing her long legs and shapely thighs.

Ms. Miller paused her walk for a moment. She turned back towards the door, and Tony felt sure that she knew he was there. He tried to hold utterly still.

Ms. Miller was now facing with the left side of her body angled towards him. She was looking at him over her left shoulder. Her arms were cupping her breasts, shielding them entirely from his view. The bare curve of her back was clearly highlighted.

If she did know I was here, she’s sure putting on a show, Tony thought.

Ms. Miller continued onto the dresser and opened a drawer. She paused several moments there – she’s choosing, Tony thought. Then she pulled out a white piece of clothing – a bra, he realized – and slipped it over her head.

He couldn’t see much of her bra because she was facing away from him. Like her panties, it was white and fringed with lace.

Ms. Miller, after putting on her bra, stayed facing away from kıbrıs escort him and began fixing her hair. Tony noticed that she seemed to be taking her time, as if she were aware that she had a keenly interested audience.

Is she playing with me? He thought. She seems to be enjoying this.

Of course he enjoyed it too. He could see her beautiful features as she turned her face from side to side. She ran her fingers through her long blond strands. She seemed to be arranging them, even though she had no mirror in front of her and no implements to hold her hair in place.

She played with the hair at her forehead, causing Tony to groan with frustration. Would she turn around already?

Because he had always fantasized about seeing Ms. Miller’s chest. That first day, when he had become aware of her gorgeous body, she was wearing an extremely tight blue shirt. She clearly had marvelous breasts, but he had never actually seen them.

Then, when they had gone to her apartment for the first time and he had felt her body, she had covered her treasures with her camisole. He had touched her stomach, her legs, and her ass, but hadn’t seen her breasts at all.

After what felt like an eternity, Ms. Miller turned around.

Tony stared. God was she built!

Her white bra was a demi-cut, and sloped away from the middle of her chest with a dramatic “V”. It seemed to barely contain the luscious mounds that were spilling from it. Ms. Miller’s breasts were incredibly full and round. They seemed almost too big for her slender torso and athletic body.

The sides of her full breasts extended in sexy crescents past her torso. He could see their white curves clearly against the sides of her arms.

Tony tried desperately to burn the image of her chest into his mind.

He felt himself go hard immediately.

Tony’s heart was pounding and he thought that his chest would explode. He felt dirty for watching his teacher change. But it was unbelievably thrilling, and he’d seen more than he’d ever thought possible.

His labored breathing became louder, and Tony had to keep shifting his position to keep his erection from getting too uncomfortable.

Ms. Miller paused as her jeans were almost all the way on. She stared directly at the door where Tony was hidden.

“Tony? Could you come out now?”

Tony realized with a sudden flush that he had been caught. He briefly considered running back to the kitchen, but realized that it might make things worse to pretend at this point.

He pulled open the door and stepped into the room. He hung his head and tried not to look as guilty as he felt.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Miller.” Tony said.

His words seemed to hang in the air. Despite the fact that his teacher was still clad only in her bra and panties, she was firmly in control of this situation. He used every ounce of his willpower to concentrate on just his feet.

“Its okay, Tony,” Ms. Miller said finally. “You have natural male urges. I know that our relationship is different.”

Her soft tone made him feel better. He raised his head. She was smiling at him.

“I’m going to go back to the kitchen now,” he said quickly.

Her words stopped him as he was turning away. “Or you could stay and watch.”

Barely able to believe what he was hearing, Tony turned around slowly. Was she inviting him to watch her change?

Ms. Miller turned back toward her dresser and reached into a lower drawer. She bent down completely rather than bending at the waist to stick her ass in air. Tony liked that about her.

She pulled out a pair of white jeans. Turning back towards him, she began to wriggle into them. They were extremely tight, and her hips gyrated as she put them on.

Tony thought, this is like watching a striptease, only in reverse.

As her pants her halfway up her hips, Ms. Miller stopped easing on her pants looked at Tony thoughtfully. Tony didn’t know why she had stopped. He was confused in a mix of feelings: guilt from being caught peeping mixed in with confusion from why she had allowed him to continue staying there.

Overriding everything was desire for his teacher’s luscious body. She was still clad in her bra, and a large amount of cleavage was plainly visible. Her flat, well-toned stomach was totally uncovered. He marveled at how fit she was, and wished that she would ask him to inspect her body again.

Ms. Miller slid her pants back off her legs.

“Should we go back to our study session?” Ms. Miller said softly.

Tony could only nod dumbly as Ms. Miller walked past him, still clad only in her bra and panties.

He followed her mutely as she went back to the kitchen. She took their books and papers and sat down on the carpet, her bare legs folded beneath her. He sat down next to her. Ms. Miller began explaining a definition from the next chapter as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

Tony couldn’t concentrate at all. Even before, sitting next to his attractive teacher was distracting. Now she was teaching him, but was only wearing lingerie!

They were seated on a carpet on the floor, about three feet apart. Compared to the kitchen table, he was farther away from her because they weren’t leaning together as much. However, this style had the major benefit of allowing Tony to see her lower body and legs, unblocked by the table.

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Author’s note: This is part two of a two part story

Copyright 2003

Jeremy had slept well last night and he was up bright and early to attend the class he was taking. Being a technical class there were only two women in the class. One was pretty decent looking while the other seemed nice and in fact quite flirtatious even though she really wasn’t as attractive as the other girl. Still it gave some thing for Jeremy to think about during the day and he was kind of thinking about them when he left and classes were through for the day.

He went out to eat. Many times he’d go out to several different places but the thought of his next door neighbor made him go back to the same restaurant as yesterday, hoping that perhaps she’d be there. Unfortunately she wasn’t. He had a good supper though, had a nice looking waitress wait on him and she seemed to like to flirt with him a bit. So dinner was kind of enjoyable, but it also got him thinking about the flirtatious waitress, then the two girls from the class and once again his next door neighbor. Jeremy loved women, he loved the way they looked, the way they talked and the way they were when they flirted.

He was getting in a bad way! Fantasies were crossing his mind a lot. He returned to his room, the next door room was quite and the windows outside were dark as though no one was there. He thought “this is going to be boring,” so he turned on the shower and took a quick shower.

After drying his hair and setting some things out for the next day he decided to see what was on TV. He turned on the TV and it came immediately on to an adult channel. “Hmm” he thought as he sat watching for a while. It was an adult movie that really wasn’t too bad. They were spending enough time on every ordu escort scene so you had a much easier time believing they were enjoying what they were doing in the movie.

The voice dubbing, or perhaps you could say the “moan” dubbing seemed to be a lot better thought out and matched the script pretty well. And all actors and actresses were decent looking and didn’t seem cocky or bitchy. It seemed like a real fine quality adult movie and it was starting to both attract his interest and cause a nice effect in him and on his body. He smiled thinking of this and looked down to his now erect cock.

The movie definitely was not too far along. He thought, “this is going to be interesting after all, I think I can enjoy this!” He had noticed earlier that this hotel like most good quality ones always left a bottle of lotion in each room. He went and got it and brought it back to the bed in front of the TV with him. The action on the screen now was getting real hot. In the movie the girl was giving the guy a rub down.

So Jeremy opened the lotion and dripped it over his body. Around his chest and over his hard cock.

He watched the movie and rubbed in the lotion as the girl was doing it in the movie. She rubbed it first around the guys chest, around his nipples through his chest hair and down his belly. Jeremy did likewise.

Like the guy on the screen Jeremy’s cock was hard and pulsing, just that mild kind of pulse that makes you crave for someone’s hand to grab it and stroke it. On the screen the girl stopped massaging him and climbed on to the bed, straddling the actors chest, with her pubic area but inches from the actor’s face. His view, shown by the camera was a beautiful view of the girls clit, osmaniye escort lips and opening. You could see her glistening.

She reached her hands down and started first rubbing her fingers over her lips and around. Then gradually moving her fingers closer to her clit, circling and then down to her opening. The first couple of times she just grazed her lips, but the more she did this the more she would stop and bury a finger into herself, first just a little and then more and more until she was deep in herself. The camera would slip down his body and show his erect throbbing penis. Jeremy could see his own through his viewing angle and he was certainly mirroring the actors.

The girl, now really into it slid down the actors body, gently lifted herself up, over the actors rigid cock and gently slowly slid over him.

Jeremy cupped his hand around his cock and imagined that his hand was this woman on TV. He made his hand motions mimic her motions, moving up his cock, almost out, then slowly down about half way then quickly pushing down the rest of the way. Jeremy knew these scenes always go on forever in movies, and he also knew he couldn’t last as long as they would, but he tried his best to prolong it. He slowed his stroke, and even would stop when it felt close and just watched. But every time he grabbed his cock again, it would pick up almost where it left off and take him a little higher.

By now the girl on the screen was bouncing on him harder and harder. She was fast approaching her orgasm. And the actor also was. He was arching up to push his cock into her as far as he could, she’d push down on him hard to drive his cock into her and fill her as much as he could. Jeremy started pumping sinop escort harder and harder, he also knew he was not far off.

On the screen they were fucking harder and harder and faster and faster.

She was arched back above him, her breasts jutting out, with his hands massaging her breasts and squeezing her nipples. Then his hand would slip down to between her legs and he’d thumb her clit for a while. He’d go back and forth and back and forth until finally you could see her stomach muscles clench and twitch and you knew she was in heaven with an exquisite orgasm. Just as she started coming the guy’s butt arched up, pushing him deep into her and then holding her up by the strength of his coming. Finally you could see the pulsing of his cock and you knew his sperm was pumping up inside her. The camera came in close to the union of his cock and her pussy. You suddenly saw his cock pulse and around his cock, while still in her, you could see the cum flow around him and drip out of her.

This was too much for Jeremy and as he pumped his cock erupted in a fast sharp stream two or three times across his belly, almost to his chest. He couldn’t help but let out a gasp. It was one of his best orgasms in quite a while.

He clicked off the TV set by the remote. He heard the moaning still and was wondering how that would happen, when it occurred to him that it must have been coming from the other room. After going in the bathroom and quickly wiping his cum off he went to the front window and looked into the cooler still strategically angled and saw his neighbor who must have been sitting up suddenly collapse on the bed, with her hand between her legs, and then he knew that she was the continuing sound.

She lied there for a while, he could see her breasts lifting and falling. He knew she must have just come. After a few minutes of just lying there she turned onto her stomach, lifted up onto her elbows and smiled at him and gave him a little wave, then pulled the covers up over herself and seemed to drift off to sleep.

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Musta been around 5PM (?) or so by then. Basically, we were to relax till around eight, me put on the suit and tie again, Dollie put on what’s in box number two. Simple! Well, we couldn’t relax. We were both still in shock, amazed, and horny! After all, I’d never driven a Mercedes before this weekend!

Horny–that meant sex! Yea, we did! Did I ever mention, after our games, we had the most wonderful sex? And we did it again nearly every time we talked about games like this. See, there are lots of pluses!!

Curiosity got the best of us both. Around six or so Dollie ripped open her second clothing box. Another black micro-mini dress! As short as before. But this one was looser fitting and full at the bottom. The top had tiny spaghetti straps and plunged almost to her waist. Again, it was a toss up whether Dollie covered her ass and pussy, or her nipples.

Pulling it down left too little material at the top. But she couldn’t be seen in public with everything below exposed! Dollie did the only right thing. Dollie marched next door wearing that tiny piece of black cloth and demanded Joe choose something else.

Mr. Joe Whuzzit, being in charge of what Dollie wears, and where, calmly insisted “that’s what I picked out. That’s what you will wear tonight. You made the rules, now follow them,” he told her!

Joe was our very first surprise clothing partner– and he’d be the wildest ever! Joe was right and if he thought we could get away with Dollie wearing that little thing in public, we were going to follow our own rules. Dollie mentioned about getting arrested. Joe told her not to worry!

Remember, money talked before. Of course, we were both worried about where we were going to eat this time… and about getting arrested for sure. After all, it was Dollie dressed this way, not Joe! I was uncomfortable with this situation. I wanted to just forget it.

Dollie kırşehir escort was bitchin and moanin– tuggin and pulling on that dress. It’s a wonder she didn’t tear it, or at least pull those tiny straps off. Yet, we were both turned on and curious where we would go for dinner dressed like that. After all, Joe knew, and it must be okay if he was willing to try it. Besides, I would get to drive the big Mercedes again!We often got nervous planning and getting ready for other games. But this time, we were going crazy with anticipation. Damned this was going to be kinky!

Around eight that evening we were standing outside our RV waiting. Soon Joe came out and asked if we were ready to play. I’m not sure what our answers were.

We jumped into the silver Mercedes and headed to a bigger city nearby, me playing chauffeur, driving Ms. Dollie. What a surprise when Joe directed me into an exclusive private Country Club.

I was sort of relieved when I began thinking– PRIVATE CLUB. Private, to me, meant it’s like home, ya can do anything you want. Still it’s a public place, so the worries were renewed in my head.

Again, I pulled up for the grand entrance, met by a parking attendant. He called Mr. Whuzzit by name, as I again hurried around to watch my lovely lady gracefully depart the chariot.

As a doorman opened the rear door, Dollie slid out of the Mercedes. Another young man took her hand to help her out. That made three men, Joe, and I, plus who ever else happened to be nearby with a chance to see an old woman’s spread pussy.

Even though this dress was full at the bottom, it slipped up to her waist as Dollie slid across the leather seat and stepped out. Everyone got a full beaver-shot. Also, both titties floated out of the top of that piece of black cloth called a dress, as those straps slipped down her shoulders. Basically Dollie malatya escort was naked right there at the Country Club. I wasn’t yet sure why, but there were several other older men standing there, as if waiting for us to arrive.

Found out later, this was preplanned. Dollie was Mr. Whuzzit’s sex toy, on display for a bunch of rich old geezers. They greeted Joe, then us, as if we were someone important. When in fact, we were just being used for the sexual enjoyment of a bunch of wealthy men. Damned, money talks! The night had just begun.

The dining room was elegant. It was also crowded with old couples– and old men with young nieces and secretaries! Many other gals were dressed as revealing as Dollie. I was introduced as Joe’s friend, Dollie his companion.

Joe ordered for all of us, things we couldn’t pronounce or figure out what it was. Most was delicious. Again, Dollie fought with her dress, trying to stay reasonably covered. Again, a loosing battle. We could hear the snide remarks from some of the blue haired old ladies.

Then it happened. A group of managers and security guards came to the table, insisting we leave. One covered Dollie’s bare boobies with a cloth napkin. Apparently they hadn’t noticed who we were with. Joe was pissed. He told the guard to remove the napkin and get the hell away and leave us alone.

Soon these men were apologizing to us! Joe walked away from the table with the group, chewing them all out in a loud voice. A few guests got up and left, as Joe sat down and apologized to Dollie and I. This just drew more attention to Dollie’s tits and nearly bare ass.

We spent a few hours eating and visiting friends of Joe’s. Dollie got many compliments. Again, we were embarrassed and surprised. I had heard one old guy asking Joe if Dollie worked for him and Joe quickly changing the subject. Found out later niğde escort what that was all about. Yep, money talks!

One more skin show, as Dollie climbed back into the waiting Mercedes to leave. Several Country Club officials and the two doormen where there to see Dollie off! And I do mean see! By this time she’d already accidentally showed her Cunt to lots of young men and old farts, her boobs and ass to many more.

Basically she was free to show whatever she wanted to whomever looked. Needless to say, Dollie was in a very ornery horny mood by then! I believe she actually pulled her dress up further when reentering the car. Her legs were wide apart.

She also stayed that way after the rear door was closed, taking advantage of this once in a lifetime opportunity to show off around wealthy old men. A few important looking, and acting, members of the Club leaned into the back window, thanking Dollie, inviting her back anytime!

This may sound like a fairy tale, or exaggeration. As far as we both remember, this was how it was. I often made notes and short letters the day some of these things happened and the rest soon after. We met Joe several more times over the years and played other dress up surprise games with him.

Next morning was Monday. Well next afternoon was Monday for us! Dollie packaged up all of the clothing and was about to return them to Joe. The Mercedes and Joe Whuzzit were gone! We just sort of hung around camp, relaxing and wondering what the hell had happened to us that weekend.

Sometime Monday afternoon, the Ford with the same two men showed up at Joe’s campsite. Both men explained that Joe was very sorry but was called out of the Country on business. They said Joe had other game plans scheduled that were less wild.

Dollie handed the men those packages, as they admitted they were at the biker clubhouse when we were at the party there. We were invited to stop at the clubhouse anytime. They left with the Ford and the motor home. We figured that was the end of Mr. Joe Whuzzit.

We had a lot of unanswered questions to find out about this new friend Joe Whuzzit! We’d be visiting the Clubhouse soon. The answers surprised even us!

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After Angie and I had our quickie before the workout session, we quickly cleaned up. I shaved my face and touched up a few places of stubble in case Joey did an inspection this morning. I gave Angie a new toothbrush that I keep for guests. I was hoping she would be a repeat customer. It was fun watching her brush and spit while wagging her ass at me as I stood behind her and pressed my cock into her ass. At 4:50, we managed to get into the car, both still naked and hairless as the day we were born. I did bring a towel for Angie to sit on. The seat was still a mess. I remembered to take the gym bag out of the car. I didn’t want Joey to get mad at us.

As I pulled out of the garage, Angie insisted we roll down the windows and enjoy the morning air. Right at 5:00 we rolled up to the back of the pool. Joey was there with another car we didn’t recognize, parked by Angie’s car that she left just a few hours ago. I kind of expected additional players at the pool one of these mornings. I just didn’t know who. As Angie and I stepped out of my car, Joey stepped out with Tess and Ashley from the laser treatment the day before.

This was definitely going to be an interesting workout session, to say the least.

Tess bounded up to me and gave me a big hug around my neck, pressing my hard on into her stomach. Good thing it was pointing up or the she might have hurt me when she bounded up my way. She didn’t seem to mind. “When Joey told me that you would be naked and hard, I didn’t believe her, but I wasn’t going to miss the opportunity if it was true to see that awesome body of yours again. Seeing your hard cock and Angie, too, is an added bonus”!

“Are you here to swim or watch?” I asked.

I’m here to swim, but I’m not in your league,” Tess said. “Joey told me your latest workout times and I’ll be about 8 minutes behind you this morning. Ashley is here to swim, too. I think she wants to be part of the regular morning swim team”.

“Clothed or naked?” I asked.

“Some of each,” Tess replied. “Part of the deal to come this morning was one of us had to be naked. Joey insisted! We flipped for it and I won…or lost… according to how you look at it. I think it was rigged for me to lose, but I really don’t mind,” she said with a wink.

As we got to the backdoor, Joey turned to Angie and me, “You two bring up the rear so our guests can get inside first.” Then glancing down at Angie, she reached out and stroked her outer labia lips very lightly and noted, “Your bald cunt looks like it had plenty of action last night and this morning. I hope you saved enough energy for your workout this morning!” Joey then unlocked the door and stepped inside.

Ashley stepped up, gave me a long, admiring look, up and down. She then wrapped her left hand around my erection and said, “hello, nice to see you again”, like she was shaking my hand. Then as she stepped toward the door, she lightly stroked my left butt cheek with her other hand. She was wearing black and gray running shorts and a matching black and gray tee shirt, but she quickly shucked them to show off a small tight bright red one piece racing suit. It looked dynamite on her. It fit like a glove, and like Joey, she must have cut the liner out. The high cut leg openings revealed the briefest peek of a tan line and the low cut back accentuated her broad shoulders. I could see her nipples very plainly and her camel toe was faint, but visible, even with a dry suit. Yes, she was definitely a swimmer. Her legs were very tone and her butt didn’t giggle when she walked. She went to the end of the pool and started stretching.

Tess was inside next, wearing the smallest running shorts I’ve seen in a while, light blue, and a white tee-back tank top. Her nipples were very evident thru the shirt. A combination of the cool morning air and her soon to be naked swim, I imagined. Like the agreement, she quickly stepped out of her shorts and took the tank top over her head and gave them to Joey. She wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. “What do you think?” she said to me thru the door opening, as she pranced and turned seductively so we all got a full view while twirling her red swim goggles.

She was a hard body. If she wasn’t the regular swimmer, I wondered how she got so toned. Not an ounce of fat. Firm, flat stomach, with the outline of her stomach muscles clearly visible. She sported an all over tan. Her firm breasts were a full C-cup, definitely store bought, with large areola and very hard nipples. Her bald, smooth labia lips were perfectly formed and rounded. Her clitoral hood was fairly prominent and just looked like it needed to be sucked and licked. I hoped I got the chance soon. Her firm round ass and sinewy legs were definitely what I was seeing under her scrubs. Awesome start to the day…a quickie and then a look at another perfect naked tanned woman!

Angie kilis escort and I were last in the door. All of the beautiful, scantily clad and naked women had my hormones firing on all cylinders. My cock was definitely recovered from its heavy use over the last few hours, although it was a little red and sensitive.

Angie was glowing. I think she really enjoyed our overnight session as much or more than I did. She had taken her clitoral hood ring out on the way over in the car. She said she was particularly sore down there, but wouldn’t change how she got it! Joey was right… Angie’s outer pussy lips were much fuller than usual, gapping slightly near the bottom, and very red. It was obvious that she had been fucked recently. I hoped she wouldn’t have an issue swimming this morning.

Joey got the session going with a quick order to finish stretching and get in the water. She stepped out of her shorts and took off her tee shirt to reveal a bright blue, but very small bikini. I wasn’t sure this one was made to stay on swimming, but I kind of think she knew she was going to have competition in the form of two naked women and another competitive swimmer. It clung to her body like some kind of lycra material, so maybe it would stay in place. I would be watching to see if anything came off during the session. The top was two very small triangles with string connecting them and one small triangle G-string bottom that tied at the sides. As always, I admired her body with her broad shoulders and tight, flat stomach. Today, though, she might be second to Tess’ smoking hot body. I wouldn’t turn down either one of them if they approached me.

This was the fullest I had seen this pool before, with five lap swimmers sharing lanes. Joey had hooked up a third lap lane rope so that we could manage all the swimmers and help keep down the choppy water. Joey and I shared a lane; Tess and Angie shared the middle lane; and, Ashley had the outside lane to herself. I kind of thought that Joey was wanting to reestablish “ownership” of me after Angie had fucked me silly.

It then dawned on me why Joey figured getting away with such a micro suit. If you’ve ever done laps in a pool with another swimmer in your lane, it can be tough if both swimmers aren’t close to the same speed in the water. I knew that I was faster than Joey. I assumed Angie would be faster than Tess, so that would be interesting as the need to pass the slower swimmer occurred. But it was also easier when you have multiple swimmers to not do flip turns, but reach the wall, move to the left and start back. Joey’s suit would be under a lot less stress today than flip turn days, so it just might stay on…but I was hoping it wouldn’t.

Watches set, goggles on, and we were off. Joey let me start and get a half pool length lead. Tess and Angie did the same. Ashley was even with me, swimming by herself. I’m so glad I had the outside lane and the two naked women had the middle lane. If I was careful not to run into the end walls, I could watch each of them coming and going the whole session. Good thing I can breathe on either side.

It was apparent that Ashley was a serious swimmer. I’m not sure if she swam faster than me but her being able to do flip turns swimming solo in the outside lane helped her a lot.

Angie and Tess seemed about evenly matched, speed wise. Their cute firm asses just breaking the surface of the water and their boobs and shaved crotches under the water made it much more fun for me whether I was watching under water or when I reached the end of the pool and turned around., catching a glimpse topside!

I slowly gained on Joey until about the 8th lap to where she and I were at the wall at the same time. I let her know I wanted to pass while we were both there at the end, but she was being competitive and acted like she wasn’t going to let me by her. Feeling playful on a lot of sex and very little sleep, I reached out and pulled the string on her G-string bottoms, figuring she would have to stop and adjust her wardrobe malfunction. She and I hadn’t really ever bantered or played sexually… except the time she flashed me her boobs while I jacked off for her in the parking lot… but she took it good humoredly and even flashed me her bald pussy, but only briefly.

It was a really competitive swim and even without sleep and my life forces drained by the beautiful sex machine in the middle lane, I finished with a good time for not using a flip turn at the end of each length. It is amazing what elevated testosterone can do for a guy’s athletic performance. I had always heard sex before an event sapped your strength, but it seemed to have the opposite effect on me today. I would have loved to take a nap before I went to work, though.

Ashley finished her mile first and I finished less kırklareli escort than a lap behind her. She stood at the end of her lane checking her pulse and breathing hard. I’ve already told you how erotic it is to me watching a hard body woman breathing deeply to try and get control of her breathing at the end of a swim session, and she was definitely a hard body. With people finishing at different times over the last few minutes, I was able to check my pulse and check out the women, especially Ashley, while I cooled down sitting on the edge at the end of the pool. Watching Ashley’s chest rise and fall and her stomach muscles expand and contract to a definite six pack was helping my erection immeasurably. Remember, Joey insisted I be hard at the beginning and end of each session. She provided me good eye candy to accomplish that task!

Being the only guy watching four scantily clad or naked women swimming is awesome! Angie finished next, followed closely by Joey. Angie immediately slipped over her lane marker and surfaced where I was dangling my feet and grabbed my hard on. “Need help with that?” she asked.

Joey had just finished her laps and stood up in the shallow end. Her red micro bikini that consisted of a G-string and two small triangles for a top was like a second skin after it got wet. She was breathing hard and her chest was rising and falling as she cooled down. It left nothing to the imagination. Her labia lips were obvious thru her bottom and it was apparent that she shaved everything. Her nipples were outlined thru the material on the top so that every goose bump even showed beside her hard, raised nipples and areole.

“Not this morning!” Joey said, flatly. “We need to not scare the new swimmers too badly. Besides, I owe you for your insubordination with that string trick you pulled…no pun intended!”

Tess finished last, but she had definitely done better than she said she would. She was suffering trying to recover from the exertion. I’m sure she tried to stay up with Angie and overdid her exertion. She was bent over at the waist in the shallow end with her hands on the edge of the pool, gasping for breath. Her tanned, nude body was still a sight to behold. Her small waist and muscular hips accentuated her bare labia lips that were just at the water line. Her firm breasts were raising and lowering in concert with her trying to catch her breath.

With all these athletic women in various state of dress and undress, I didn’t know where to look or who to concentrate on. Angie brought me back to reality when she grabbed my erection and said, “Hey! Earth to space! Time to get ready to go!”

The girls all laughed at me and the slack jawed look I evidently had on my face when Angie said that. As I stood up on the deck, Tess asked for a hand out of the pool. I was too happy to help. As I lifted her out, her gaze was directly on my almost purple erection. I am not sure when I have been harder, even over the last few days. “Hey!” she said, “that thing is going to blow up if something isn’t done about it real soon!”

Joey was about to ensure my punishment was blue balls for the prank I pulled on her when Ashley entered the conversation. “I think I’d like to see someone help him out, don’t you, Joey?”

Joey relented, but said, “The morning crew will be here in about 10 minutes, so unless you can help him quickly, we’ll need to take this outside.”

Ashley chimed in, “Well now. That sounds like an interesting situation. I would like to vote we kick these three out the door and have them put on a show for us out there.”

Angie lit up at the prospects of her jumping my bones outside…with an audience… but Tess was about to protest when Joey and Ashley both assured her that since she worked for them, her job was safe and the parking lot was seldom visited this early.

Angie and I had no clothes anyway, Joey had our car keys, Joey had Tess’ running outfit, and Tess had ridden with Ashley, so we all were at the mercy of Ashley and Joey. I was beginning to see the two of them as a team in this game Joey and I had been playing.

The three of us were told to go stand outside while Ashley and Joey changed clothes. Angie and Tess were instructed to hang their swim goggles on my erection, but to otherwise not do anything with me until they were told. It was getting into late spring, so by 6 am, the sun was almost up and it was definitely light enough to see and be seen.

It was almost 10 minutes before Ashley and Joey came out in their running shorts and tops. I had no idea what they did during the time, whether they schemed a grand plan, pleasured one another, or just got dressed and left us to sweat our possible discovery, but they did come out smiling at us when they did leave the building.

“OK!” Joey said. “This karabük escort is what Ashley and I decided inside that would make us satisfied. Since Angie’s pussy looks like it has been rode hard and put up wet, we want to let her take a break. Tess’ little cunnie just looks so cute and sexy, we want her to get fucked in the parking lot. Since there is only one dick out here, I guess you get to be her sex toy this morning. How does that sound?”

Angie was pouting a little, but I thought Tess was going to do a backflip! I was in heaven!

“Me? Here? Now?! Come to me, Tiger!” Tess growled.

“Wait!” Ashley cautioned. “I think Tess should get some oral action to get her ready. And since hard on here isn’t quite as hard as he could be, I think him watching Angie eat out her lap partner laying on the hood of your car will get its attention, don’t you think?”

My mind was going a mile a minute…probably from the rush of blood to my erection…all I could do was nod in the affirmative.

“OK,” Joey directed, “out to the cars! On your back, and then spread ’em, Tess! Angie, this should get the frown off your face, if you’re up to it.”

Joey didn’t need to worry. In a flash, Tess virtually ran across the lot to my car and spread eagle on the cold metal hood with her toes barely touching the asphalt. A smiling Angie was bounding right behind her.

Angie took up position between Tess’ legs. Kneeling, she placed her hands on each thigh and then basically dove in to Tess’ cunt head-first…she needs to remember foreplay one of these days, but we were under somewhat of a time crunch.

Licking Tess’ pussy and lapping the sweet moisture already showing on her outer lips, Angie soon began nibbling her prominent clit softly at first, but then more aggressively, alternating with fucking her pussy with her tongue. Tess was initially wide eyed and wary with Angie’s aggressiveness, but quickly got into the swing of things and began to grind her hips into Angie’s mouth, arching her back off my hood, and moaning loudly. She was so loud, I thought for a minute that the opening crew for the gym might open the back doors to see what was going on.

After a few minutes of aggressive muff diving, Tess grabbed Angie’s head, tensed, thrust her hips forward, and ground her snatch into Angie’s mouth, exploding to a very obvious and intense orgasm. How was I going to follow that? I felt I was up to the task…

Angie staggered back and stood. Tess’ body fluids were running down Angie’s chin and onto her chest. Her hair was a mess. She was obviously aroused. Her outer pussy lips were even more red and engorged. After telling me, “your turn, stud!” she knelt back down on the parking lot and began frigging herself.

I didn’t pay any more attention to Angie. My focus was on the gorgeous, sexy hood ornament that was spread eagle on my car. She was glistening sweat on that beautiful tanned skin and her cunt was leaking down the crack of her ass onto my car. As I approached her, she lifted her legs and grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs as wide as she could. “Fuck me!” she screamed. I know people in the gym heard that!…but I was happy to oblige. The height of my car hood and with her ass off the sheet metal, her pussy was the perfect height and angle for a perfect penetration. Pushing my rock hard cock forward and down, I rubbed the head of my cock along the length of her opening slit. She would have none of that and grabbed me and pulled me forward. She was so aroused and wet, I bottomed out in one thrust. As I thrust in her, wrapped her legs around my waist, leaning up to put her arms around my neck. I put my hands under her ass, picked her up, and off we went to the races…much to the enjoyment of the other women in the parking lot.

In no time, I was grunting and sweating and bouncing this young sex goddess on my pole to some primal rhythm that suited both of us. Apparently, since Tess had cum before me, I advanced more quickly up the arousal levels and managed to cum first, without dropping Tess or buckling my knees and falling down. As I froze with my hard on pumping ropes of cum deep within Tess’ vagina, she convulsed and dug her fingernails into my back and growled a low guttural noise that was not anything I had ever heard before, but definitely planned on hearing again…soon and often. As she came, our fluids gushed down over my cock and balls.

Thankfully, Tess released my neck and I was able to sit her back on the hood of my car without my still semi erect cock falling out of her. Leaning over with her as I set her down, we hugged a long embrace and I finally released her and stood. My dick finally flopping out of her sopping pussy.

Sweating, and panting, and dripping cum and fluids, I turned to face Ashley and Joey and smiled. “How’s that?”, I asked.

“Very entertaining!” Ashley cooed. “I think you’ll be fun to work with.”

“Don’t get a big head,” Joey admonished. “You’ve got a way to go, yet.”

That left me wondering what Ashley and Joey had in mind for me…but I was sure that it was going to be good.

I sure love working with my therapy team…

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These are chapters seven, eight and nine of “My Long Affair”:

Chapter VIII

David called me on my cellphone early Sunday morning: “Did you get the marker tattoos off yet?” During our last rendezvous, I had asked David to draw tattoos on me with a marker.

“Ha-ha, yes, I used rubbing alcohol. And where’s your Mrs.?” I asked.

“On her way to church. She’s not religious, but she likes to teach the children in Sunday School,” he answered; David and his wife had no children of their own so I guess that’s what she did to make up for it. “Did I wake you? Are you alone?” David asked.

I laughed, “mmmm, baby, after you fuck me it takes me a week to recover.” In truth, even though I was not having sex with anyone else, I was also masturbating more than once a day thinking about David and what we had done so far.

“I have a proposal for you,” he continued, “I have to go to Washington, D.C., on Thursday afternoon for a meeting Friday and I’ll be coming back Saturday. Would you like to come with me?”

“Hell yes! Two days with you? Absolutely!” I shouted.

“Bring some comfortable clothes and also a fancy dress – we’ve been invited to a black tie embassy dinner; I’ll supply the rest of what you’ll need to wear. But it might be a good idea for you to wear a ring, then people won’t wonder why I am wearing a ring and you are not,” he said.

“I have a gold friendship ring I can wear. But tell me,” I asked, changing the subject, “did you get laid last night?” He had; in fact, David told me all the juicy details about sex with his wife the night before. It made me very hot to hear what they had done, and I ended up rubbing myself while he described it all.

* * *

Dressed in a conservative skirt and blouse (and even a chemise and panties), looking very proper and professional, I met David at the airport gate on Thursday at noon. He walked right up to me with a huge smile, and we embraced and kissed like long lost lovers. He held me tightly, and I crushed myself against him. We sat together in first class, kissed, drank wine, grabbed each other, but it wasn’t a long enough flight to do much else. David told me he had won a contract to design a new French chancery in our city and that we were invited to attend a dinner (as husband and wife) at the French embassy in Washington. He also had a meeting there on Friday morning, but the rest of the time he was mine; he also told me he had special plans for Friday night.

We kissed in the cab on the way to the hotel and felt each other up. I was already wet and my panties were soaked; David’s cock was rock hard in his pants. All my rubbing had made his cock drip and there was a wet spot on his pants. I rubbed my finger on the spot, then licked my finger clean. We registered at the Four Season in Georgetown and went straight to our hotel room. Our room had a balcony overlooking the Potomac river and office buildings in view on the Virginia side.

I stepped outside; David came up behind me and put his arms around me. His hard cock was pressed against my butt, so I wiggled it against him. “Keep your hands on the rail,” David told me. He reached around and began rubbing my breasts. He unbuttoned my blouse and put his hands up under my chemise so he could squeeze my nipples. I responded by rubbing my ass harder against his cock. With my blouse now open, he lifted my chemise, exposing my A-cup breasts and nipples to the bright sun. Then David reached down and lifted up my skirt in front; he rubbed the palm of his hand against my pantied pussy; my panties were drenched. He pulled my panties down and off; I scanned the office building across the river to see if anyone was watching us. David fingered my pussy as my juices ran down my inner thighs. I was close to cumming, but David stopped to drop his pants and quickly shoved his hard cock deeply into my pussy.

I moaned loudly and said “oh, yes, baby, fuck me.” This time it only took David a few minutes before he was filling my pussy with cum. He knelt down then and began licking my pussy. I ground my cum-filled pussy down against his mouth while his tongue lashed my clitoris. Two of his fingers slid up into my ass, and I was groaning, moaning, and finally shouting as I came in the sunlight, in full view of the Commonwealth of Virginia.

We moved back into our room and got on the bed; actually, there were two queen beds so we used the one by the window. I licked and sucked on David’s cock and balls to get him hard again. I loved the taste of my pussy and his cum mixed together on his cock. When he was hard, I climbed up on straddled his cock and slowly lowered myself on to it. I laid down on his chest, and he held me tightly while I wiggled my hips and ground my clit against him. After I had a string of small orgasms, I laid down next to David, with my ass pressed against his cock, and he rubbed his cock up and down my ass, passing over the entrance to my ass, and finally, with my encouragement, began to insert his cock there while I rubbed my clit. It hurt a bit this time since we were less lubricated, but it was still great to have him deep inside my ass.

David began stuffing fingers into my pussy, and the gebze escort wonderful feeling of three fingers there and his cock in my ass at the same time convinced me that I had to try a double penetration, and soon. David and I came together, and we nestled together, hugging and kissing for an hour, until it was time to get ready for our embassy dinner.

David was quite pleased when he saw me – I had “borrowed” a rather expensive, formal, and yet sexy dress from the store I manage and had had it altered to fit me perfectly. It was black, high in the front but quite low in the back, low enough that I had to wear it without a bra; it wasn’t too short, but I wore it with black thigh-high stockings and no panties; I had a pair of conservative black heels to wear with it, and some diamond earrings, and of course the “wedding ring” I had brought. I was to be introduced as David’s wife, age 29, and say we had been married 4 years. David, meanwhile, put on a handsome tuxedo. The valet called us a cab, and we headed over to the French embassy.

Fortunately, it was a large buffet dinner and many people attended, so my ruse of being David’s kinky mistress pretending to be David’s conservative wife was not too difficult. I had a lovely time flirting with an official from the British embassy, making up all kinds of crap about me and David and our years of marital bliss and hinting at nasty sexual secrets. And whenever I got the chance, I would back David against a wall, take his hand, and place it up under my dress onto my wet, hot pussy.

After dinner, we decided to take a taxi around the city to see the monuments lit up at night. In the back, David and I kissed, and I rubbed his cock through his tuxedo pants while he rubbed my clitoris. We stopped only briefly to view the Washington, Lincoln and Jefferson monuments and White House and Capitol from the taxi. We headed back to our hotel and decided to have last drink in the bar before bed. We sat in plush seats in the corner and David fetched drinks from the bar; two men sat at another table nearby. Then David said he wanted to see me cum.

“Here? Now?” I asked, with an evil grin.

“Yes,” David hissed at me, trying to hold back his desire. So, I raised the front of my dress, little by little, until, as I sat with my legs slightly parted, only he could see my hot, swollen, and very wet pussy and my hot swollen clit peeking out. I licked my fingers and began rubbing myself, a slight moan escaping my lips as I dipped two fingers into my pussy for a moment to draw more juices up around my clit. I leaned my head back, but focused on David’s beautiful brown eyes which were wide with desire for me. My pussy was very wet, and the back of the dress and perhaps the chair were getting damp. The other men, now looking in my direction, could see that my hand was in my lap, but couldn’t see my pussy. I looked in their eyes with passion and desire, then returned my attention to David. He sat stoicly as I crammed three, then four fingers into my pussy and twisted them. My juices were flowing fast.

“Put in your thumb,” David asked. I tucked my thumb underneath my other fingers and tried to corkscrew all five fingers into my sopping wet cunt. They started to slip in, but I was stretched to the max, panting loudly like a slutty bitch in heat. I worked my fingers around and in and out of my cunt until, with a suppressed moan, I came. David stepped up in front of me and downed the rest of his drink as I yanked my hand out of my dirty, naughty cunt. He took my dripping hand in his and helped me up, my dress slipping back down but not before exposing my nasty wet cunt to the other two men in the bar.

Hand-in-hand, David led me to the men’s room. Right inside the door, I dropped to my knees and pulled out David’s hard cock. I sucked it, and rubbed his balls and fingered his ass until he came, quickly, shooting his cum on my face and in my hair. I stood and we walked out, past the two men and the bartender, and across the lobby to the elevators, with David’s cum dripping off my face. In the elevator, I wiped it off with my fingers and licked them clean. In our room at last, we quickly stripped off our clothes, kissed, and went to right to sleep in each other’s arms.

David went back to the French embassy first thing in the morning for his meeting; he said he would call to meet me as soon as he was done. I had at least the morning alone, and I felt very alone without David and pretty much stayed in our room, only going out for a run on the trail nearby. I was very curious about what David had planned for our evening, and took a long hot bath and shaved again, this time deciding to shave off all the hair around my pussy. It felt kinky and lewd to have a bald pussy, but I held back the urge to rub myself. David called at Noon and was already finished; he told me he was going to become both rich and famous with this new contract, as the French government had decided to build an entire cultural center and museum in our city, not just a chancery, and David was going to design it all. My heart beat hard; in all honesty, I really wanted to be there with him, at his side through the times he had ahead. gümüşhane escort I felt a deep pang of envy for his wife, who loved him and whom he loved, but who left something small and important out of their relationship. I felt angry at her and wondered what was wrong with her.

I put on a light summer dress I had brought, totally nude beneath, and David met me for a late but quick seafood lunch in Georgetown (raw oysters and beer) near the hotel. During lunch, I told David that I wanted to see the Vietnam Memorial, so we took a taxi down to the National Mall. We saw the memorial and walked the Mall all afternoon until it was early evening. We were walking along the reflecting pool leading up to the Lincoln Monument and everything was very quiet; all the federal workers had gone home for the weekend and the tourists must have been eating dinner, so David and I were alone.

I stopped him and looked at him; he gave me a questioning look. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him slowly, chastely, passionately. I was ready to do anything he asked. If David had asked me to stay his mistress forever, I would have done it then, but there was no talking. We separated and David sat on a patch of grass in the trees. I walked up to him, hiked up my dress, and straddled his lap. His loins were hot and his cock was hard. We kissed, and I reached down and unzipped his fly. I took his cock out and then lowered myself onto his cock, so it filled me and throbbed inside me. My dress covered us and we sat motionless, holding each other. We stayed like that for a long time, kissing and rocking gently against each other.

Joggers passed us from time to time and gave us a curious look, but we weren’t showing off. We were just sitting together, in the most intimate position possible, savoring the feeling, not trying to cum, until David said we needed to head back for dinner then get ready for the night. I stood up, exposing his cock and feeling my juices run down my inner thighs. After he tucked everything away, I held out a hand and helped him up. We took a taxi to one of the finest restaurants in Washington and ate and talked and drank wine.

Chapter IX

Back in our hotel room, we showered and put on our complimentary robes. David handed me a gift-wrapped package. “This is your attire for the evening,” he said with a big shit-eating grin.

Inside, on top, was a very small and transparent g-string. I took off my robe and put it on; my pussy was clearly visible through the thin white cloth. Next was something black mesh: “It’s a tube mini-dress for you to wear tonight,” David said. I wiggled into it, and it was totally see-thru. My nipples were obvious; hell, it hid nothing, the white g-string was clearly visible and you could still pretty much see my now very hot and inflamed pussy through both. Also in the box were slutty high heels.

“We’re not going out in public with this on me in Washington, D.C., are we?” I asked.

“No,” he said, “we’re going to a private club. It’s a club for couples and bisexual women to meet others interesting in getting together. There’s no sex at the club, I’m told, but many people end up with partners before the end of the night. And best of all, it’s ‘See-Thru Night’ tonight.”

“Oh, baby, what will we do there?”

“Anything you like,” he replied. David dressed in hot, tight underpants and put on the black silk pants and shirt I had given him while I brushed my hair and put on some lipstick. He gave me a raincoat to wear and we went down to get a taxi.

We arrived at the club downtown and saw a lot of very hot and sexy young people headed in. David paid to “join the club” and we entered into a crowded but very clean nightclub. The women were mostly dressed in see-thru items like mine, some with no underwear at all. I checked David’s raincoat and we went to the bar. There were two bars and a dance floor, and I saw a few people dancing, feeling each other up lewdly. I could smell the scent of pussy in the air, and my nipples were at full attention. As we pushed through to the bar, any number of hands brushed over my breasts and bare ass. Almost naked women brushed their breasts against me, and I was already sopping wet. See-Thru Night meant you could really see everything. Everywhere I looked there were nipples and pussies and even an occasional cock and balls, tantalizingly hidden behind there sheerest veils. There were so many young, beautiful people here, and so many women, I might have even started salivating.

We had to push through a crowd to get to the bar. David got us some stiff drinks. I grabbed his cock through his pants and it was stiff and throbbing in his underpants. It was a good thing his pants weren’t see-thru. I felt another hard cock press against my ass and a breast pressed against my arm. Above the bar, on TV screens, I saw a video of two totally hot naked women crushed together in a small enclosed space, kissing, their hands caressing each others’ pussies. “Oh baby, that is so sexy,” I told David. I gulped my drink and started gyrating my hips to the music, dancing with David at the bar, enjoying David’s hard cock in front and still izmir escort feeling another hard cock pressed against my ass. We finished a couple drinks and I asked David to come dance. The hardness of his cock was pretty obvious, but then he wasn’t the only one.

We went onto the dance floor and danced like teenagers – pressed against each other, getting our hands everywhere they could reach. I lifted one leg around David and pressed my hot wet pussy against his leg and started humping it. My panties were soaked and so were David’s pants. But others around us were dancing likewise. We would turn and find some hot woman (and in my case sometimes a hot man) dancing next to you and more than once I felt a stray hand pass over my ass, pussy and nipples. More than once, I had a nice long lingering feel of someone’s hard cock or hot pussy. A couple of people stopped us to welcome us to the club and said we were fitting in fine, but warned us to remember the rules: no public sex or total nudity, we were told. And only women were allowed in “the closet.”

“What’s the closet?” I asked. The woman pointed at the TV screens over the bar and around the club..

“That’s not a movie,” she said, “it’s a closed circuit monitor. Two women can go into the closet in the back and do anything they like, as long as there’s no overt penetration, and everyone else gets to watch.” I looked at the screens again and another pair of women were in “the closet;” one was licking the other’s pussy.

“Wow!” I said, feeling weak at the knees and wanting to lick something, anything, soon.

“You just ask if you want to try it, beautiful,” the woman said to me, dancing away with her partner. David started pinching my nipples through the dress.

“You want to try it, don’t you?” He asked with a smile.

“Absolutely, it’ll warm me up for the rest of the evening.” We moved to the lounge area and had a seat on an open couch. While we had a couple more drinks, several couples came to talk with us. Most of them were interested in knowing whether we had swapped before and we said we were open to anything; but we were in no hurry. But, then, a beautiful young brunette with long hair named Jeanette came and sat next to me. Her husband Len sat beside her. The four of us clicked right away and talked about a million things while her husband caressed her almost totally exposed C-cup breasts and rick hard nipples. David took that as his lead, and began running his fingers up and down my legs, then exposing my sheer wet panties, then openly massaging my clit through the thin opaque fabric. I found it hard to concentrate, and reached out to David. My hand fell on his lap and I could feel his cock throbbing inside. I squeezed him tight, and it was very clear that I held something hard and hot and big in my hand.

Our conversation with Jeanette and Len got increasingly sexual. She asked me if I like to suck cock, and I said of course I did. She asked me if I like anal and said she and her husband did it often. I said I loved anal and that David loved fucking my ass hard. She asked me if I’d ever licked another woman’s pussy. I admitted I hadn’t. Then she asked if she could kiss me. I almost fainted, and whispered “yes, please.”

She leaned in and our lips met. Her tongue was in my mouth was soft and wet and mine responded. David’s fingers pressed lewdly into the folds of my hot pussy. Then she put two finger up under her skirt and brought two totally drenched fingers covered with pussy juice to my mouth. I sucked them hungrily and told her I wanted to fuck her with my tongue. I asked her if she’d ever been in “the closet.” She said once and would I like to try it with her.

“Yeah, right now,” I said. We got up and Len and David sat on the couch talking and watching the TV screen showing the inside of the closet while Jeanette and I made our way there. Another hot twosome was coming out, faces wet with each other’s juices. Jeanette and I went in. We put our arms around each other and kissed; I couldn’t believe everyone outside was watching us but it made me incredibly hot to know they were. I wanted to put on a good show.

“I have to warn you, I get really juicy,” Jeanette said. I could hardly wait!

Her fingers made it around my g-string and massaged my cunt; she had no panties on at all and her pussy was at least as hot and dripping wet as mine. Jeanette pulled off my dress and I removed her skirt and top. She knelt down, and plunged her tongue into my pussy, swirling around, licking up and down and all around my clit. I threw my head back and twisted and pulled my nipples; I thrashed and moaned, and in the end I came hard, rubbing my juicy cunt all over her mouth. I licked her face clean then sucked on her beautiful hard nipples. She was rubbing her hot wet pussy up and down my thigh and it was getting pretty wet. Finally, I too got down and stared at her beautiful, naked, wet pussy. Her pussy lips and clitoris were swollen and wet. My tongue reached in to touch her clit. She smelled and tasted so good. She put her hands on the back of my head and pulled me tight there while I licked her, squeezed his clit between my lips, nibbled with my teeth. She was moaning loudly and her juices were soon all over my face. She started shouting that she was going to cum, and she came with a gush. Her juices flowed out all over my face and breasts and dribbled down my front and over my own pussy. I was sold, I wanted to own one of these dolls for myself.

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I used to know this couple Jason and Sarah. Jason was my friend first and then he met Sarah. She was pretty cool, as was Jason. We all got along really well and would hang out a lot. They looked great together. Really good actually. A friend of ours, Ben, needed housemates and it worked out that we were all living in a house together, Ben, Jason, Sarah and me.

One day I’d come home from work early, as my boss had given me the afternoon off. So I’d caught the bus home and was in my room flipping through a magazine and planning to have a bit of a nap. I heard the front door open. I was surprised. No-one usually got home for another two hours or so. I listened for who it was, but didn’t reveal my presence. I could hear whoever it was throw their keys on the kitchen bench then move to the lounge room. I heard the stereo being switched on. Then I heard someone speak. It was Jason. “Baby, come here,” he said. That’s when I heard the second voice. I couldn’t hear what was said or who said it, but I knew it was a woman.

I was curious now. I strained to hear further but with the soft music playing and my bedroom door closed, I couldn’t hear anything. Frustrated by this, I turned the knob on my door quietly. I hesitated for a moment to see if anyone had noticed, then gently pulled the door open. My room leads onto a hallway, and from the lounge room you can’t see my door, but you can see most of the hallway. I stepped into the hall, hugging the wall a bit. I could hear much better now. Quite unmistakably. I could hear the sounds of sex.

I giggled to myself for a moment. Trust Jason and Sarah to both ditch work so they could have the house to themselves. I was about to return to my room and leave them to it when I heard Jason call out. The sound was a cross between ecstasy and agony. It was raw and powerful, and yet surprisingly vulnerable. It stopped me in my tracks. I had never heard Jason like this before. I wasn’t adana escort sure what I was thinking or feeling, but I couldn’t move from my position against the wall. Now I could hear her too. Just soft breathy moans. I could imagine Jason was going down on her, licking her pussy. And his hands…they’d be up on her breasts, cupping her and pinching her nipples. They must be on the sofa, I thought. Or were they on the carpet? Were they lying on each other, their bodies rubbing against each other, hip to hip, legs entwined…or was she sitting on the sofa, with Jason kneeling before her…her head thrown back, her hands threaded through his hair, pushing his head into her wanting more, pulling him back because it was too much…

I slowly turned and sank to the floor. Just listening to them was…strange. I realised with a start that I was sopping wet. Horror filled me for a second. I slipped my hand beneath my skirt and felt my wetness through my underpants. I bit my lip. Sitting there like that – my hand on my clothed pussy, listening to the sounds of two of my best friends fucking. How did this happen again?

There was a change in the living room. Instead of just Sarah I could hear them both. I could hear her still, but her moans had evolved to soft groans. And him, Jason, he was moaning now too. I could tell from the way they both broke off their moans abruptly, simultaneously, then started again, that he was fucking her…and fucking her hard by the sounds of it. Without thinking I let my fingers slip beneath the elastic of my underwear and I felt my hot throbbing pussy and my slick wetness. With my thumb strumming my swollen clit, I thrust my middle finger inside me. As I did I heard Jason say “Yeah baby. That’s it.” My pussy gushed. It was like he was encouraging me. I slipped another finger inside me. I made my plunging fingers match every hard thrust I imagined Jason was making into Sarah’s ankara escort moist, hot sex.

I was reaching desperation point, and with hurried movements I pulled my underpants down so I could touch myself with both hands, one hand working furiously on my clit, stroking and pinching myself, the other deep inside me, thrusting with Jason. I don’t think I was imagining myself with Jason. It wasn’t like that. It was the thought of those two together that was making me so hot. Every touch I made on myself I imagined a similar touch on Sarah. I imagined her response, and the way Jason would feel when he saw her enjoyment. I listened to their breathy moans and I could hear the noises of their lovemaking. I could actually hear his penis and her vagina as they came together, and pulled apart. With my legs spread wide, I imagined her blonde hair curled over her shoulders and trailing on her full breasts. I could see in my mind, Jason take Sarah’s erect nipple in his beautiful mouth and suck and bite as his hips moved between hers, his naked buttocks thrusting.

In a moment I had come. Just like that. No warning. Just suddenly and hard. In my heady after-climax daze I heard Jason and Sarah come together. Their cries gave me a further buzz as another wave shuddered through me, making my nipples ache and my clit throb. For a moment I sat there in the hallway, my underwear round my ankles, my hands still beneath my skirt. Then I heard a soft laugh and murmur from the other room. I could hear them kissing. In a panic I jumped to my feet, pulling my pants up. They couldn’t know I was there. They couldn’t know I had heard. And they most definitely couldn’t know what I had done. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. Quietly, I slipped back through my bedroom door and softly closed it.

I lay on my back on my bed. My pulse was still racing and I was breathing fast. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. But adıyaman escort I felt wonderful. I had never felt so turned on before.

I just lay on my bed thinking over what I had heard and imagined. I lay there till the evening came and my room was cloaked in darkness. I heard Ben come home with one of his mates, and the busy sounds of the television on and dinners being cooked. When I heard Jason and Sarah leave the house I ventured out and pretended I had been asleep. I didn’t see either Jason or Sarah again that night.

The next morning when I walked into the kitchen they were already up. Jason was making coffee and Sarah was sitting at the table eating toast. They both looked up and smiled at me. “Want a cup?” Jason asked. I shook my head and grabbed my cereal and a bowl. I sat down at the table with Sarah and poured myself some breakfast.

“What did you get up to last night?” she asked.

“Nothing. Big night in,” I replied. As I poured my milk I tried not to notice the way her dressing gown gaped a little as she leaned for another bit of toast. I tried to ignore the soft curve of her breast that was flashed at me, oh so briefly. Jason started telling me a story about one of the guys he worked with. He was laughing and acting normal, but all I could think of was how different his voice had sounded yesterday afternoon when he had cried out. Sitting through that breakfast was agony for me. Sarah disappeared to get ready for work, and Ben wandered out scratching his head and looking dazed and in dire need of a caffeine shot.

As I was about to leave I stopped by the kitchen again to grab some fruit. Jason and Sarah were there. The were kissing goodbye for the morning, and as I watched them unobserved, I saw Jason’s hand move down to cup her bottom and pull her closer. I saw her press her breasts against his chest and how her tongue reached out for his, licking his lips teasingly before plunging into his mouth. I felt a jolt of excitement course through my groin, and it was then that I knew. I knew that it would never be the same. Listening and imagining wasn’t enough. I had to see them. I wanted to watch them. And I wanted to fuck myself while I did.

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