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THREE: Kate Perry

Cassy, Arthur and I went to university together, although each one of us pursued a different degree. I was majoring in Biology, Arthur in Law, and Cassy in Chemical Engineering, but we were all in the same circle of friends.

For a while Cassy and I were very good friends, confidants even. Many times we cried to each other, either because of some misfortune or because of disappointments that had happened to us. But beyond our hopes and sorrows, we shared our intimacies. This came naturally to us. We talked about our passions and the men we were involved with.

It was to her that I told of my first time with Arthur, of how there had been a great chemistry, and how I had loved that he had been very good at foreplay, in no hurry to get to the end. And it was to me that she told how, among other things, she had ended a prom blowing one of our friends and had almost been caught in the act by the boy’s mother.

All this would be enough to put her as a good candidate to participate in our special evening.

But there was one specific episode that came to my mind when her message popped up on my cell phone and made me realize that she would be a great candidate for my first threesome.

It was at the beginning of college and I still didn’t know Arthur. There was a party at the house of some friends of ours. Already a little drunk, I don’t know why, I decided to do a sexy scene. I was horny and needed attention. I knew that what I would do there would make me an object of desire for all the men around me.

I confess that the perspective of knowing that several men were getting a boner because of me increased my arousal even more. I know it is silly, but who has never felt powerful knowing that they were desired? We have all done it at some point, even if unconsciously. We don’t have to do anything, just know that at any given moment any of the men around could be ours if we wanted to. It does feel good, yes, I won’t deny it. And I don’t think you would deny it either if you were honest. It’s just an ego massage. But there are times when you need an ego massage, right?

It was then that I pulled Cassy to dance sensually with kütahya escort me in the middle of the room. She understood the joke and let herself go. The beats of the music set the rhythm, and we stuck together and rolled down to the floor, then back up again. The crowd went wild! We started rubbing our breasts against each other. I remember that at that moment it caught my attention that her nipples were already swollen… hard… Although it was a joke, I was wet, very horny… I could feel the boys’ greedy eyes on both of us. How they were fucking us with their eyes. How they were probably fantasizing about both of us at that moment.

The guys started shouting “Kiss, kiss, kiss” and we just laughed. The joke wouldn’t go that far.

Or would it?

Cassy laughed and pulled me once more into her body and kissed me. I felt her tongue invading my mouth and was stunned, not knowing what to do. Her hard nippled boobs brushing against mine. Her legs rubbing against mine. With our skirts riding up almost to our waists as we danced close to the floor, our sexes were nearly touching each other, one panty narrowly missing the other I felt her thigh on my sex; she felt my thigh on her sex. One feeling the other’s wetness.

Not knowing what to do, I quickly kissed her, tasting her tongue for a brief moment and then pushed her away, laughing, as if it were all a planned part of a drunken joke. Nothing more. Nothing that other girls didn’t also do at many other parties.

But I realized that there was at least a little bit of genuine horniness there. That at least a fraction of her really wanted my mouth.

But in the end, of course, it wasn’t with her that I ended the party, but with a guy I knew from taking a course with me. I was absurdly horny because of Cass and had to settle for this guy. I remember kissing him long and hard, pressing his body against mine.

It was dawn and we were on foot. We stopped in an alley between two buildings. I opened his pants and pulled out his cock. I felt his hard cock in my hand, throbbing, and began to jerk him off. He pulled up my skirt and pulled my panties aside, also masturbating manisa escort me. We kissed. My hand on his cock; his hand on my wet pussy.

I didn’t care if we were on the street. As a matter of fact, I did. It turned me on…

His hand went up to my boobs and opened my bra. Soon I had my panties down between my legs and my breasts hanging out, with a delicious cock in my hand. He kissed my mouth, my ear, my breasts and my neck and I was dripping with lust, moaning and rolling around with his finger inside me.

“Do you have a condom?” – I asked.

He already reached into his pocket and picked up the protection. But I stopped him briefly.

I bent down and lightly licked his cock, which already had a drop of cum dripping down its head.

“Now go,” I said to him, smiling naughtily.

He put on the condom while I leaned against the wall, arching my ass.

The guy held me by the waist and started thrusting into me. I tried not to moan too loudly, so as not to attract the attention of someone passing on the street or of the residents of the buildings next door, but it was difficult.

It felt good. He was moving in and out of me in rhythm. He held my waist and thrust in, thrust in hard. I rolled from side to side or in circles. Sometimes I felt him rub the head of his cock against my clit and the entrance to my pussy, and then he put it in again.

Being outdoors turned me on. At any moment someone could come and see me as a slut with a nice ass being fucked by a guy who was almost a complete stranger.

I thought about this and rolled over. He put his finger on my clit and began to masturbate me. I was groaning and he was putting it in me. We both moaned.

That’s when I felt something wet on my ass. I realized that he had put saliva in my little hole.

I pretended that nothing was happening and continued to enjoy him thrusting into me. Then he stuck a finger in my ass while he was fucking me.

“No! Not in my ass!” – I thought.

My ass twitched and I pulled his hand away. I wasn’t going to do anal with him. I was a virgin up the ass, and there was no way I was going to lose that virginity mardin escort to a guy I barely knew in an alley in the early morning, standing up.

In fact, it seems ironic today, but until that moment, I thought I would never do anal. That I wouldn’t feel pleasure being fucked in the ass. After some time I would change my mind. In fact, if you want, I can tell you how I changed my mind. About how I tried it and ended up enjoying doing anal. Just ask me in the comments of this story.

Anyway, I was there, standing with my legs open, with my pussy being fucked in that alley, with my ass full of saliva. I was very horny, since I had kissed Cassy.

It felt good to be fucked there.

The guy thrust and thrust and came. I felt the condom being filled with cum inside me.

We kissed. He left me at the door of the building where I lived in a sorority house with two other girls.

But I had not had an orgasm and remained horny. I needed to relieve myself.

I lay down on the bed still half drunk and spread my legs. I put my finger on my clit and started to remember that night. How I had been fucked like a whore in an alley. It excited me. To think that I was standing there like a slut, with my breasts out, my ass sticking out, and my panties around my ankles. That at any moment someone could come and see me in that condition, with my wetness running down my legs, moaning with my eyes half closed, with my hand in my pussy… Of how that guy had stuck his finger deep in my ass, like he would do with any other whore… But… I confess… I also thought about the kiss on Cassy… I remembered her tongue on mine… I thought that she almost felt the wetness of my pussy in her panties. I wondered if she had felt my heat.

I felt my wet pussy, which had just been fucked, and I also noticed the saliva on my ass.

Thinking about it all, I came profusely. My vagina contracted and a small spasm went up my spine, ending at the back of my neck.

I slept without realizing it, half naked, with my panties on my knees and my breasts hanging out. And it was like this, in this embarrassing situation, that I was found the next morning by one of my roommates, who laughed at the situation… But, what could I do then? I had seen her in a similar pose before… (actually, her case was a little worse, so she was fine with it…)

For a while, every time Katy Perry’s song played, I remembered Cassy… “I kissed a girl, and I liked it…”.

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Chapter 2: The Republic of Desire

The Republic of Desire was located behind a small, nondescript door hidden in a side-street not fifty yards from my favourite coffee shop. It was so obscure and unobtrusive that I missed it the first time, and I had to backtrack before I found it. I pushed it open and found myself in a little alleyway – hardly more than a crack between two buildings – with an uneven pavement and rough walls. Ten yards or so along, set in the wall on the right, was a heavy iron security gate. It was immovable. I stood around uncertainly, looking for the doorbell. There was none. Though I did not see any cameras, I had a distinct sense of being observed. After a moment there was a dim buzzing, and the gate clicked softly. Now it swung open easily, if ponderously. Inside, I was standing at the top of a short flight of stairs. The stairs were dark, but there was a faint glow emanating from another door down below. I thought I could just barely hear the muffled drone of music. I hesitated a moment, and took the next step down the road that would utterly change my life.

Below I was in a small, dimly lit space. It was simply but carefully furnished. The floor was wooden and highly polished. Two couches stood at right angles to each other. There were some artefacts on the wall: what looked like a Congolese cloth sewn with minute cowry shells- expensive, I thought, if it was genuine – and some Dogon woodwork. Sparse, simple good taste. A lounge? A waiting room? Except that at one end of the room, behind in a glass-fronted booth, sat a stunningly beautiful and statuesque woman. Waiting room receptionists could be as beautiful, but none of them, I was sure, came to work in a complex leather halter which cupped and all but exposed the breasts. Behind her in the shadows stood another, completely bare-breasted girl, whose long – nailed left hand was draped over the leather clad woman’s bare right shoulder

“Membership number,” the first woman said in a cool melodious voice.

“I – er – am not a member. Can I join?” I stuttered, feeling foolish.

“Sorry, sweetie,” she smiled, friendly and regretful, “Membership is by recommendation only. And if you’re not a member, entrance is by invitation only. Except if – do you have a comp in your hand?” She had spotted the by now rather crumpled bit of red paper.

I handed it to her – indeed, it seemed to be a kind of ticket, I now realised. She looked at it, noticing, I saw, the writing on the back.

“You can come in, love. This is your raffle ticket. Keep it with you. I will collect it from you later.” She handed the paper back to me, and now I noticed the number 459 printed twice on the end, separated by a line of perforations. “But because you are not a member you have to pay a small entrance fee.” She mentioned a figure which could certainly not be described as “small” and which was way beyond the cover charge of most ordinary clubs. I hauled out my wallet and began counting out bills. “Thank you. This here is Selma. She will now take you downstairs. Enjoy yourself, love.” Selma disappeared into the back, and within a moment, with a buzzing sound, the door next to the booth opened. She was waiting inside, and stood aside to let me in, shutting the door behind me. It was almost completely dark, the darkness lit only by occasional candle flames.

“This way,” said her voice in the gloom. I followed the half-naked girl down a flight of steep stairs. The muffled music grew more distinct. We stopped outside a large heavy door that seemed to be thickly padded. She turned to face me. She was not a young girl, I realised. Though her trim figure had given me the impression she was barely out of her teens, she must have been about twenty-eight or thirty.

“Before you enter, one thing,” said Selma. “This is the Republic of Desire. Will you be true to yours?”

“Mine?” I asked stupidly.

“Your desire! Do you have desire?” she asked me fiercely. I stared at her blankly, not quite certain how to respond. “I mean this,” she said, and reached forward to grab my half-tumescent member through the fabric of my pants. “Do you have desire!?” Her body was suddenly pressed up close against me, her hand massaging my cock, her mouth against mine. Her tongue was warm and insistent in my mouth. The skin of the small of her back was soft under my hand. My erection stiffened. “There!. Desire! Do you feel it? Will you be true to it?” She stared into my eyes for a long moment. I was overwhelmed with the urge to take her then and there. But she was already standing back, and she was not who I was there for.

“That’s why I am here” I heard myself say. There was a roaring in my ears, and my heart was pounding like a trip hammer. She nodded approvingly. And opened the door.

* * *

I found myself in a large, warm, dimly lit cave of a room, with a bar at one end next to a jutting stage surrounded by low tables. I peered around trying to get my bearings. The place seemed full of people – men and women. A good few of them seemed to be dressed in the same uniform as eskişehir escort the woman upstairs, a complex leather harness. Some had their bodies covered; others wore it in such a way that their buttocks and genitals were bare, and their breasts supported but not covered. A few wore even less. A naked blonde woman with a leather collar around her neck was gyrating in what seemed to be a cage at the one end of the stage, and the petite young girl behind the bar seemed to be even without the leather collar. At a table near the bar, a stern-faced man sat on a bar stool with a girl’s arm around him, her top covered but, as far as I could see, no clothes below the waist. He seemed to be idly fondling her labia. Her eyes were blissfully closed. This was clearly unlike any other place I had been at before.

Established in a seat near the bar, I made myself more comfortable and surveyed the place. I got a drink from the bar girl, who on closer inspection seemed to have a ring or stud through her clitoris, and wondered where Lucy was. She was nowhere to be seen.

On stage, the girl in the cage was no longer alone. She’d been joined by another one – I swear it was Star from Happy Joe’s – with long brown limbs and long curly hair, who let her out of the cage. She danced around Star, slowly peeling off the black girl’s clothes. They moved slowly, languorously, like seaweed swaying underwater. The music was deep, smooth, thunderous: a rolling, inevitable bass line weaving through long, cool, polished, shimmering keyboards. It sounded like something by Massive Attack, but deeper, rougher, darker. For some reason, I thought Star looked a bit nervous, even shy – which was most unlike her. I had watched her many times before, and she’d never seen unsure of herself before. Not, admittedly, that I had seen her being undressed by a tall blonde woman who was, I now saw, kissing her passionately on the lips. I forgot my drink as I watched the kisses being returned. The music deepened, swelled, became more urgent. Star sank gracefully down on one of the elegant black wooden chairs that was perched near the edge of the stage, and the blonde woman slowly knelt down before her. She started kissing Star’s breasts. Star sighed and very slowly let her head drop backwards, exposing her long, slender neck and letting her frizzy curls cascade down behind her back. Soon the woman was lapping between her thighs, and Star’s breathing was beginning to deepen.

“Enjoying the show?” Somebody was leaning against me, shouting into my ear. It was the leather-haltered girl from upstairs, an upturned hat in her hand, surveying me with amusement.

“It – it’s unusual.” I said.

She leaned into me again. I could feel the heat of her breath in my ear. “All the girls with leather collars belong to the club. They – we – are available, for a small fee. But only to members.”

“Oh – I ‘m really here to meet a friend,” I said.

“Tonight we’re raffling out some girls. Our three new ones. A special benefit promotion. You’ve got a ticket. You wanna play? Your friend who gave it to you is one of them.”

This was news. “I guess I do,” I said. I handed her the ticket and she tore it in half, handing one half back to me.

” You keep that. I will put this one in the hat. Remember your number!” she said. Did I see her palm the red ticket instead of dropping it in? I was not sure. “If you win, give your ticket to the bar lady here. You’re not a member, so you’ll only be winning a private dance, but if you manage to become a member, maybe you will play again next time?” She smiled and I nodded mutely.

On the stage, Star and the blonde woman had abandoned the chair. Star was lying flat on her back on the edge of the stage, her head, shoulders and arms hanging down over the edge. Her eyes were closed with pleasure. The cage girl’s head was buried between her thighs. They writhed together languorously, abandoned to each other’s bodies.

The music reached a crescendo. The pounding bass drum resonated through my body and all other noise was swallowed by the drone and throb of the guitars. My senses were overwhelmed. Everyone in the room was transfixed, utterly absorbed in the sight of the arched body of the beautiful young woman as she approached climax. At last she shuddered in orgasm. In the same moment the music crashed to a halt. A ringing silence followed, broken only by a series of passionate gasps, suddenly clearly audible. Her screams of pleasure seemed to continue for a long time, and then slowly subsided. At last, her frame relaxed. She curled up into a foetal position. The other girl tenderly took her in her arms and held her. She stroked Star’s back. They seemed to be smiling at each other. The music and conversation started again. I returned to awareness of my surroundings. Lucy was still nowhere to be seen.

“You OK, sweetie?” It was the bar girl, her bare, pale skin eerily lit from below by the glow of the bar’s under-counter lights. “You look like you lost someone. You’re new here?”

I explained that I was here gaziantep escort for the raffle, and that I was indeed new.

“We’re so glad to have you!” she smiled prettily, “You finished your drink. Let me fix you something on the house. Another beer?”

“I think I need something stronger. A double whiskey, maybe.”

“Comin’ right up. People explained how this place worked?”

“No, not really. Except that only members are allowed… to er, enjoy the staff girls. So as a non-member, I suppose I can only – “

“You can only watch, that’s right. Though you seem to enjoy that, right?” She briskly and precisely poured off two measures of amber liquid. “I saw you looking at Star ‘n Cosima. Ice?”

“No, thanks. Just neat, with… with a small jug of plain still water on the side. I did not realise I was that obvious.”

“Hmm. You know what you like,” she said, leaving me to wonder whether she was referring to my taste in whiskey or to my reaction to what had just happened on stage. “Many guys and girls just like to watch. But if you want more than that, you have to be a member. Or you can join as staff. Many girls do that. You don’t get as much freedom, but you do get good money.” She put the tumbler of whiskey down in front of me. “You look confused. OK. Let me explain.” She quickly scanned the bar to see if anyone else was needing attention. “There are three kinds of people in the Republic of Desire. Members, pleasure staff, and outsiders. Members can do what they like with each other, as long as it’s with consent. You can set up a fantasy, whatever you want, and the resources of the club are at your disposal. Hang on.” She quickly busied herself with a drinks order brought by a waitress – it was the sleek-haired girl I had seen earlier – and returned to me a moment later. “If a member wants to, how did you put it, ‘enjoy’ a staff girl or boy, or have them as extras in a fantasy, they have to pay. Not a huge amount, since they are already paying membership fees. The money really goes to that person. And they have to want it too. That’s what is different here. Both sides have to get their kicks. The difference is that… the power is with the member. It is their fantasy. They initiate, they propose, they want. They desire. It’s like Star and Cosima. Cosima’s been wanting to do Star for a long time, poor girl. But it was Star’s choice to ask her, or not.” She smiled and busied herself with wiping down the counter, her small, pretty breasts quivering distractingly in the blue and orange light. “You with me so far?

“I think I am. But what about non-members? “

“No privileges. Off limits. Members can’t fuck’em, they can’t fuck staff. Watching only.”

“Uh, and how do you become a member?”

She stopped wiping and gave me a smile. “That’s the million dollar question. And the answer is, by recommendation only.”

“And how do you get a recommendation?”

“One person recommends. And that’s the boss lady. And only one person considers the recommendations, and that’s the boss lady. Judge, jury and do-mi-natrix. “

“And who’s the boss lady?”

“Her. Right behind you. On the stage there.”

I looked up. The lights were dimming and the music was fading. Onto the stage stepped a tall, slim, imperious looking woman. She was clad in slinky black from top to toe. She moved easily, sensuously, confidently. It was Selma.

“Good evening my friends. I am glad to see you are all enjoying yourselves.” She seemed to have some sort of head-mounted microphone, since her voice was coming over the club PA. “I won’t interrupt your pleasure for too long. I have a brief announcement to make, and a simple function to perform. ” A hush fell over the half-darkened room. A male voice somewhere shouted “new girls!” Selma smiled. “Yes, that’s right. It is indeed my pleasure to introduce you to three new… sweeties… three darling girls who have signed year-long contracts with our club. Please put your hands together for Jade, Aster, and Claudia!”

There was scattered applause and the music started up again – just the patter of percussion – and three slender forms appeared out of the darkness beyond the cage. All three of them were identically clad, in long simple shifts of some white material. They looked virginal, almost sacrificial, as though they were going to have their throats slit before some strange God right here in the middle of a twenty-first century city. Though they moved with slow, hip-swaying sensuousness their eyes were lowered and their faces still. The first was a petite Asian woman, her hair in a brief, 1920s’ style cloche. The second was a comely, sensuous, brown skinned woman with a long mane of gold and russet ringlets. But for the hair, she looked like she could be Ethiopian or Somali – she had the desert beauty of an Iman or a Waris Dirie. The third, not the tallest of the three, but the most beautiful, came last. It was Lucy. She came to a standstill in front of Selma, her eyes still lowered. Her face seemed calm, impassive, serene, as if she were indeed the high giresun escort priestess of some virgin cult. But I could see her nipples pressing clearly against the plain fabric of her dress, and her breathing was deeper and slightly faster than normal.

“My dears. Look at me.” The three girls lifted their eyes and looked up at Selma standing poised and tall before them. “Welcome. Are you willing and ready to join us here as staff?”

The three girls nodded, once. The music faded away to silence.

“Do you know that this means that you will be available for the sexual use of members of this club? ”

Again they nodded. I saw the Somali-looking woman swallowing.

Selma turned to the audience. “Be aware of one thing. These girls are not hookers. They are not there to be used and discarded just for your enjoyment. They, too, have a right to pleasure. In fact, it is because they want to be pleasured that they have joined us in this way. Isn’t that right, my treasures?”

The girls nodded mute assent.

“For just this reason, my girls, you also have the right to refuse any person or any request.” Selma was moving around the stage now, and paused next to the Asian girl, running her hand gently through the girl’s hair and along her bare neck and shoulder. The Asian girl submitted mutely to her touch. “Though you would not have joined us had it not been your intention to… put yourself in the way of others’ advances. And if you had not wanted to give up a certain amount of control.”

Selma’s right hand stayed delicately poised on the girl’s right shoulder, and she moved around so she was standing behind and slightly to the left of her. With the other hand she gently and sensuously caressed the girl, letting her fingers briefly touch the girl’s buttock, her flank, her breast, and then her wrist, the inside of her elbow, her upper arm. The girl had lowered her eyes again. She took a long shuddering breath and stood absolutely still. Now her nipples too were pressing hard against the fabric of her dress. It was utterly quiet. Selma’s voice had dropped almost to a whisper.

“So are you ready, my dear?”

The Asian girl nodded again.

With the gentlest flick of her fingers, Selma slid the straps of the shift from the girl’s shoulders. It fell gently as gossamer to the floor. The naked girl stood mute under the flare of the stage lights, her pale skin glowing bright and defenceless against the dark stage background. A tattoo of some kind – a thorned rose – curled around her navel, the stem trailing across her loins, pointing towards the lips of her sex. I took a sip of whiskey. It burned like fire in my mouth. I realised that my heart was pounding and my hands were trembling. I realised truly how I had kept myself numb, year in and year out, trying not to want anything, trying not to feel anything, trying to pretend that I could live without desire. Now I it felt to me as if I had been living half awake, in a bland, safe world defined by work and apathy. I was aware of wanting this girl, wanting to know what her mouth would taste like, what her sex would taste like, wanting to feel her pliant, youthful body against mine.

“Look up my dear. Look up proudly. See how they admire you. See how they want you!” Selma was still speaking in a low, gentle voice. Slowly Jade raised her face and stared out at the silent crowd sitting half invisible in the darkness below the stage. I realised she was blushing. But she kept her head high, and squared her delicate shoulders. She had such spirit! I thought to start applauding, and soon I was joined by everyone in the club. The girl stood stark naked, listening to the applause rise and die away in the dark around her.

Selma turned around. “Aster? Claudia?” she murmured, and the other two girls, with a twitch of their shoulders and a shake of their slender frames, allowed their dresses to fall to the ground as well. For a long moment, nothing happened, and the audience gazed at them – the small, fine boned Oriental girl, the sensuous Saharan woman, and the tall, slender black-haired girl in the middle. Again I marvelled at Lucy/Claudia’s pause, and the way she could stand naked in the centre of a crowded room as if there was no-one around her and she was alone with her thoughts. Selma walked around them, letting her hands trail down the spine of one, graze the breasts of another. Then she paused at the edge of the stage.

“In a moment now, Holly will appear – Holly, you can come to the stage my dear. She will be bringing the collars each of these girls have to wear whenever they are in the club until they leave – or until they become members themselves. Thank you my dear.” Holly was the leather-collared girl from upstairs. She was giving Selma the hat in which she had put the tickets (what had she done with my ticket??) “And then, in celebration of their joining, one of these beautiful girls will be made available to each of the three lucky men or woman who has the ticket number corresponding to the one we draw.” Holly was gently putting a narrow, black leather band round the throat of each of the naked girls. These bands were not all the same, I saw. Holly’s, for instance, was set with three small white stones – perhaps pearls. Other girls had one, or two, and some had more. The collars given to the new girls were completely plain.

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Bruno Hancock and his youngest son Brian were killing it in taking down three trees. A fourth oak was hanging over a driveway above where cars normally were parked. The residents gone to work gave them ample opportunity to get the job knocked out without anyone being in their way. Brian the monkey man, had climbed the white oak to nearly the top of the trunk to use a smaller chainsaw to snip it in the bud. Standing alert for a rain of branches Bruno as ever worried, his boy was a good fifty feet in the air. One wrong move and there was no catching his fall. Well prepped with safety straps and cleats or not, it was a pretty scary moment. They should both be used to that by now.

With limbs falling Bruno heard a car honk. Incoming was his absolutely stunning stepdaughter Gwendolyn Bishop here to bring them lunch. By all rights Brian should have told her to stay away, that her mother had also intended on bringing them lunch. Mother Carmen would most likely cock an eyebrow as to why she would be out here on her day off from the Dairy Hut. Sure, her daughters all respected their stepdad but since when did any of them care to go out of their way to bring Arby’s? It had been a strange month as it is with Brian and his older brother Jeffrey suddenly caring enough to associate with their father’s new family after years of resentment. Bruno was liking it, his sons rekindling but there was always an ulterior motive. Even Carmen questioned it but withheld her judgment now that the boys seemed social. A touchy subject that would come more and more into light as the days went along.

Parking far enough away in her tiny hatchback Gwen stepped out but kept her distance. Bruno looking out over the lawn warded her off but still had troubles not checking her out. Having seen his stepdaughter naked a few times, even taking photos for Gwen of her breast enhancements now that the bruising had faded away found her a bit too appealing. She even helped him jack off one day when Carmen was gone which only compiled his lust. Womanizer once relaxed, was struggling all over again. Gwendolyn his stephotty only made matters worse. Tougher still was the fact he had three more stephotties to contend with at home. All of them could not resist teasing dear old stepdad behind their mother’s back. Troubles in paradise even if he did love his wife. It was the Hancock curse.

Finishing his cuts up above Brian ceased his racket, powering off his saw and putting it on safety to enable him to begin his trek down the bark. All quiet now, Gwen was allowed closer. Bruno needed his up-close inspection of the blonde with loose butchered denim shorts, more cheeks out than hidden. Even more her thigh area was shining more than it should be, the inseam only a half inch wide to mask vagina. Sure, bet there was no G-string beneath. Showing off her chest she had a turquoise and black tankini with a massive cleavage boost, held up by spaghetti string shoulder threads. Whoop! Whoop!

White sunglasses with yellow tint lifted atop her long bleach blond hair Bruno had to wipe her mouth, beard, chin, not just of saliva but of sawdust. “Looking for a good time Youngun?”

“Not from you.” She razzed Bruno. “You had your fun not long ago.”

“You’re getting awful chummy with my boy. Last I checked it’s still incest.”

“Do you really care Mister Mancave? If I recall you had me giving you a lap dance.”

“Wouldn’t be against a few more of those.”

“Your biological daughter Lucy is a stripper. Stop by the club and have her hop on you.”

“Oh, that would go over well. You do know your momma is on her way here with lunch too, right?”

“Crap! I don’t want her thinking I’m here to seduce Brian.”

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?”

“Braedon has his own boyfriend these days. I never saw that coming.”

“Neither did he when Burley nutted.” Brian had made his way down the trunk and was readying to unhook his harness. “Just a guess.”

“I still think you did that to him Brian.”

“It matters? You fucked me twice now behind his back.”

“BRIIIIAN!” Her jaw dropped, not knowing Bruno was aware of her antics with her stepbrother.

“Relax!” Bruno waved her emotions low with his palm. “Not gonna tell your momma. Not about you or your sisters.”

“Oh my God! Brian? Did you tell him everything?” She wasn’t sure whether to laugh or yell at him. “So I suppose you told him about…” She had her hands on her hips scrutinizing Bruno.

“What? You helping dad get off?”

“Ohhhhhhhh! You are so dead Stepasshole!”

“Boys will be boys! We’re bonding again so don’t knock it. At least Jeffrey hasn’t bent you over.” Bruno shot a glance at Brian, “Has he?”

“Noooooooo! Here!” She throws the bag of beef at Bruno, “Eat your Arby’s! I need to go back for your milkshakes. I wanted to shake my Milkies without the competition of anything in my hands.” She laughed shaking her barely moving breasts. “Damn I miss the dancing feature. They look awesome though.” Giggling she turned hatay escort and wiggled back across the grass.

“Boy? About that deal we talked over?”

“Yeah?” Brian was free of his gear.

“We are hatching a scheme. I want me some of little girl there.”

“You know my deal. I get her momma.”

“Grrr! Like I said… hatching a plan. You just be ready.”

“I’ll start on Thursday. If Carmen’s home alone sunbathing like you say she always does, I’m dropping by for something in your garage. Extension cords, maybe?”

“Just bring it back.”

“Carmen really sunbathes nude?”

“Every time! Sends me a pic at work every day off just to let me dream about coming home to that.”

“And you’ve never once shown me a pic until today?”

“We never discussed the kind of stuff we’ve been jabbering about. Here comes Meal on Squeals, let’s not talk Carmen.”

“Might not have to. Here she comes up the road.”

“Great! How do we explain Gwen bringing lunch too?”

“What’s Carmen bringing?”

“Subway I think.”

“Hmmm? She might not say much. Just don’t panic.”

“Boy? I do not panic. I was a player before you were born.”

“That’s what mom said.”

“Don’t make me keep your wages. My name is still on your truck too.”

“Drinks!” Gwen held one in each hand extended at arm’s length. Chuckling both Bri and Bruno stepped around her reach and palmed one breast each. “Really?” Great horndogs think alike.

“Tappin’ the keg and liftin’ the leg.” Brian laughed.

“Stop encouraging one another.” Another honk as Gwen had done, she looked back to see her mom’s car pulling in next to Bruno’s truck. “Shit! You can let the ladies go now.” Agreeing Bruno behaved retrieving his grip.

“Let me do the damage control.” Bruno mumbled. Carmen stepping out of her Elantra saw Gwen and shared an expression of surprise. Walking toward them with Subway bags and a drink carrier Carmen eyed Gwen’s attire from behind.

“What are you wearing? More specifically what are you not wearing?”

“That’s what I was just gettin’ after her for.” Bruno frowned at Gwen, “Get on home and put some real clothes on.”

“What are you even doing here?” She winced at her daughter.

“She’s here to bitch me out.” Brian jumped in, “She thinks I made some video of Braedon Wilkes sucking off his buddy Burley. As if I’m that twisted.”

“I saw that video. Daphne played it in my bakery of all places. Dear Lord! Georgia Crowe saw it and threw her hands together in prayer. I can’t believe… Braedon is gay.”

“He’s NOT gay.” Gwen insisted. “Ugggggggh! I swear Brian if you did that to him, I’m going to kick your ass. I have to go… I’m too pissed off right now.”

“You brought them food?”

“It was my food, but I saw them here and felt generous. That and I wanted to get to the bottom of this.” Brian mouthed, “Me too!” looking at Gwen’s exposed cheeks. Bruno was sweating same thoughts.

“You bought yourself two shakes?”

“I was going to bring the vanilla shake to you at the bakery.” Bruno sucking his straw opted to give it to Carmen. She waved it off. “Anyway… I’m out. Grow up Brian.” Wiggle! Wiggle! Sache! Boing! Back to her car leaving both Hancock men hard as rocks. Car started; gorgeous Gwen was gone.

“Did you really have a hand in that Brian?” Carmen pouted at him.

“My jeans? Naaa!” He laughed, “Sorry Pop!” Carmen blushed and rolled her eyes. She knew the reputation of the Hancock clan. Hard not to hear things when your daughters went to school with the boys.

“I can’t stay. Give me a hug Papa Bear.” Sitting his food and drink on a fallen tree he took Carmen into his arms and kissed her warmly, a bear hug required. Eying Carmen’s extremely tight jeans Brian couldn’t resist. Moving in behind her he joined their hug, pressing his monster erection right up against his stepmom’s ass. Eyes bulging as she was crushed between them Bruno chuckled.

“Least he’s tryin’.”

“I love you, Mom.” Brian grinned at his dad and squeezed her between them tighter. Carmen sandwich for lunch. Brian laughed inwardly saying, “I got your train Miss Subway. Whooo! Whooo! Tunnel coming up.”

Feeling his dick pressed hard against her Carmen froze and looked at Bruno for comfort. “Oh! Right! That’s enough Boy.”

“Awww! I was just enjoying my first real hug with Carmen.” He backed up and sighed. “More where that comes from.” He waited until she cleared Bruno and turned before striking again face forward. Swarming her he kissed her cheek and picked her up off of her feet swaying her about. Her breasts crushed against Brian’s chest she simply exhaled, “What is going on?”

“Just letting you know I’m ready to be family.” He lowered her to the grass. In backing out of his embrace even Bruno noticed her nipples stabbing outwardly from her blouse. Her lace bra had no control over her nubs once they declared whore…WAR! So not a whore! Well, toward Bruno!

“I’m going back to work. See you at home Honey.”

“Bye Mom!” Brian took his ığdır escort drink to poke a straw into the lid. Moving the straw up and down inside the drink the noise of plastic made her watch his move. Was he flirting? That straw sure seemed erotic going in and out of that… she turned away casting a knuckle wave over her shoulder. Bruno shook his head. Dirty minds were still thinking alike. Even now they both serenaded her with their drink straws. She shook her head grinning and proceeded back to Ellen, her nickname for her Elantra. Carmen Hancock had to turn up her AC!

As if that escalated breeze dissuaded her nipple hard on.

********

Wildwood Federal…

“What are you doing here?”

Tyler Overmeyer was working the drive thru teller counter of the bank when he found an unexpected visitor standing at the outside lane tube, where a car would normally be. Having buzzed the inside Tyler answered for his fellow teller Connie. Ben had his hands in his pants pockets as he looked into the camera monitor at Tyler and Connie both. Business was slow anyway.

“Just keeping my distance. No bricks I swear.” He showed Tyler his hands. “I just wanted to be a man and apologize for… ruining your date.”

“Lily’s not here today. She called off. I figured she was hanging with you.”

“Naaa! She needed time to herself. If you need me to pay for the windshield, I’ll ask my parents for the money. Just tell me how much.”

“My dad’s insurance is covering it. Thanks for fessing up to it though. I know you like Lily, so do I. Whichever of us she chooses I’ll live with, if you can.”

“All good! She says she likes me, but I guess… I… don’t know anymore.” Ben looked lost. “Anyway, I gotta go but I just wanted to do the right thing.” Ben walked off before Tyler could say any more. Being at work like this he really couldn’t go chasing the guy. Shrugging at Connie, Tyler just went back to his seat until his next car drove up. He didn’t know what to think. Calling Lily there was no resolve. Blown off he got his answer, until she came back to work, and they took the time to sort it out. Tyler was pretty sad the rest of the day.

Walking home Ben decided to drop by his friend Greg’s house three blocks away. Knocking, he heard Greg tell him to come on in. Entering he found the boy lounging in his sweats and playing a video game. “Sup Dude?”

“Nada! Bored! Confused!” He dropped like a rock into the couch cushion next to Greg. “You?”

Pausing his game play Greg sat his controller aside and looked excited. “Dude! I fucked Kimberly Hines at the movie theater. She is so fucking hot.”

“Lily’s best friend.” Ben sighed.

“Maybe we can double date if I can get her to go out with me.” He hadn’t concluded that he had been used by Kim to get even with her boss and longtime crush Eric Crowe. The young manager jilting her to go and fuck another woman, namely Greg’s mother Anita right there in his office. He didn’t even know why until after. Oddly it didn’t faze Greg in the least. He was high on Kim. “Get this shit. Eric fucked my mom.”

“No way! Seriously? Your mom is old.”

“He did though. Mom needed some strange, I doubt she’s been laid since my dad.” That was laughable! “It’s just going to get weird if they hang out more. I didn’t see that coming.”

“Me neither. The Crowes are unpredictable. Lily says she wants me and won’t betray me again, but I don’t know what to believe. I just apologized to Overmeyer for trashing his window. He took it ok, but I get the impression he’s going to fight for Lily.”

“Go to her house and lay down the law.”

“She’s crashing out at Margo Needy’s for a few days. Called off work I guess to think. If she has to think it just proves she’s confused over Tyler and me. Although, she did call me and FaceTime while she masturbated. Crazy thing though? She did it in front of both the Hancock brothers, and Talbot. They were Face Timing girls too. Eric even showed up.”

“Which explains why my mom was screaming her lungs out last night. He must have Face Timed her. I can’t believe Lily got that bold. I guess though, she did have you on the phone so in a way she wasn’t betraying you.”

“I might be stupid but… I kind of liked watching her knowing they were all getting off too.”

“Not over Lily though if they were with other girls on the phone. How the hell could Eric let Lily do that in front of him?”

“He jerked his shit in front of her too. Fucked up, isn’t it?”

“Yeah! Can I watch her next time?”

“Fuck you Shepard.”

“You can watch Kim… if she dates me. Trying to get up the courage to ask her out. She kind of quit her job at the theater. I’m thinking I need to give her time to get over Eric. You know Kim has two Crow tattoos on her body?” Magpies, but who’s being technical.

“Now that’s creepy stalker.”

“I know, right?”

“Maybe she’ll get two Shepards watching sheep on her other thigh.” He laughed.

“If she gets a new tat of every guy, she’s in love with I’ll laugh my ass off. Ha! ısparta escort Two of every animal. Noah’s Ark.”

“I’m going to make Kim my bitch. You just wait and see.”

“Good luck. Get dressed let’s go walking.”

“I could use some air.”

Good idea!

********

“Jenna couldn’t have gotten far.”

Heath Talbot raced across the school yard for his Nissan Xterra. Still aggravated that his cellphone was ruined by Wayne Nichols his tension only mounted in seeing Wayne cuffed and stuffed into Deputy Riley Filmore’s police cruiser. May he rot in jail! No time to watch any further he crossed the street and jumped into his SUV. In his hurry to seek out Jenna beforehand he left his vehicle unlocked so his grand escape was easy enough to get started. Firing up his vehicle he looked in his mirror to make sure pulling out was safe. Heading West merely hoping it was the right direction he gunned it and met the end of the block in record time. Cross traffic prevented him moving onward but it did give him ample opportunity to look both ways for any sign of the brunette beauty. “WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU JENNA?”

“Right here, Sir.”

“AAAAAAAARGH!” Heath Talbot jumped in his seat then looked over his shoulder to find her laying in his backseat covered by a blanket he kept in back in case he wanted to nail some bitch in the grass. Always be prepared his motto. Embarrassed, he sounded almost girly in his shock as he sneered down at her barely peeking out from under the black and blue blanket. Ironic colors considering she was heavily bruised up by her father. “You bitch! Don’t scare me like that.”

“Forgive me Sir. I remembered what you drove, so I felt safe here. My father has no idea what you drive. At least yet.”

“Stay down until I figure out where I’m taking you. Riley Filmore cuffed your dad and is taking him to jail. Considering he could have drowned Frannie or one of the kids who jumped in to help her your dad should be held longer than you may think. Unless his handler lives across the street it would take a while getting here.”

“She does Sir. Aunt Roxie lives three doors down from us.”

“And you or your mom couldn’t have just run over to her house?”

“I knew Roxie would make me go back inside, so I snuck out at dawn. Mom told me to run and hide, no contact.”

“What good is the FBI if they let psychos like your dad off for rape and assault and battery?”

“They will document everything, but until my dad gets his day in court, they will humor him. I will have to go back home at some point. Mom will suffer if I don’t.”

“You think she’s not suffering over how Wayne treats you? Listen to me bitch… you are not going back there. I have a place for you to hide out. People who will help us keep you safe. I’ll even try and find a way to get your mom to safety. Fuck this, Roxie!”

“They will question you. If you lie they can prosecute you as an accessory.”

“To what? Helping someone in pain? I’ll take my chances. Besides, I own your ass remember?”

“I adore you, Master. I know I’m not worth…”

“Shut the fuck up! I’ll let you know if you’re unworthy. What’s your address?”

“201 Pine Mulder. The house will be watched by Roxie. You cannot be seen there or when they question you it will look incriminating.”

“Man, I hope the school cameras didn’t see you get into my car. Bad enough the cameras probably got both you and Frannie on film that day at the car wash.”

“Or in the swimming pool that first day we hooked up Sir.”

“Fuuuuck! Nobody ever yelled at us over that so maybe Principal Henshaw… let it go. Maybe Frannie had him delete it. Fingers crossed!” Driving aimlessly at the moment he spotted some familiar faces walking the sidewalks looking pathetic. “Hold on I have a plan. Stay covered up until I say different.” A swift pull over into a gravel parking lot just ahead of the walkers he tooted his horn to get their attention. Once recognized, the boys sprinted up to Heath’s driver’s side window.

“Wassup Heath?” Greg Shepard spoke first, Lily Crowes boyfriend Ben looking lost beside him.

“I need you to do something for me. Keep this to yourselves. You recall Jenna Nichols?”

“Fuck yeah! Hot ass bitch!” Greg chuckled. In back Jenna smiled, it was nice to be thought of as sexy. “What about her?”

“Her dad beat her up.” Hide the rape! “I have her in a safe place which I’m not going to tell you in case you’re questioned. Don’t even mention us talking here and now. What I need you two to do is go by her house without looking suspicious and see if her mom is okay. Jenna’s in a panic over her. I’d do it but I’m trying to lay low, so they don’t think I’m hiding Jenna out.”

“What are we supposed to say to her?”

“If she’s not alone just tell her you have the wrong address, you were looking for some guy, just make up a name. Play Jehovah’s Witness for all I care just make sure Erica is ok. That’s Jenna’s mom. Do NOT mention Jenna by name or me. Got it?”

“Give us your number we’ll let you know.”

“My cell is trashed it fell into the high school swimming pool.” Heath gnashed his teeth.

“Here hold on to mine.” Greg passed Heath his, “Ben can call my phone and you can answer it. Just make sure I get it back. Where are you going to be?”

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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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