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Special thanks to 1moeannie, for all her suggestions and help editing this story.

This story is the beginning of the interludes between Amy and Michael. My other story, Amy’s Sundress, happens long after this story and I plan to write them all, soon.

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It was a Friday afternoon and the kids had just been released from their classrooms. Amy was straightening up her class before preparing to leave for the weekend when Nikki walked in.

Nikki was one of the younger teachers at the elementary school. She was in her early twenties, five foot three, mid length brunette hair, soft brown eyes, skinny with small breasts. She probably wore padded bras to give her a nice silhouette, but she made up for it with a narrow waist and well-toned legs. Nikki obviously was a regular at her gym and exercise classes. Then again, what else does a young single lady have time to do, other than work and party on the weekends? Nikki was typically the coordinator of happy hours and events; she had a bubbly personality and confidence to talk with anyone. She was very approachable, if she hadn’t approached you already.

“Hey Amy, you have plans tonight? Tori and I are thinking of catching happy hour at 3rd Base, that sports bar that a lot of the twenty and thirty year old guys frequent.”

Tori, was another of the younger teachers at the school, who was frequently seen out with Nikki. Tori was taller, five foot seven, with a larger frame, probably size eight dress with 36B chest and proportional hips and thighs. She had bleached blonde hair that drew your attention along with big brown eyes and a friendly laugh. Tori was less outgoing than Nikki, which was part of the reason the pair were together so much. Nikki comfortably got Tori into the center of attention.

“What time are you thinking?” replied Amy

“5:30 or 6?”

“Sounds good. I want to go home, freshen up. I’ll meet you there.” Amy agreed.

“Great, be sure to wear something flirty,” half joked Nikki.

Amy laughed, then Nikki laughed and replied, “Seriously Aim, wear one of those outfits I’ve seen you wearing out with your husband, Chris. We don’t need teacher Amy with us, scaring away the guys. Tonight is going to be a blast!”

Amy stopped laughing stating “Don’t worry, I’ll come up with something flirty.

With that Tori spun around and left Amy’s classroom. Amy continued gathering her things to leave for the weekend, but had a hint hesitation about agreeing to happy hour with Nikki and Tori. They had been trying to get her to go out with them for several weeks and tonight was a good night. Chris was working late on a big project for his accounting firm.

Amy was in her mid-thirties, older than Nikki and Tori who were in their early twenties. Amy was, however, considered the most attractive teacher at their school. All the boys wanted Mrs. Amy Cooper for fifth grade, with her shoulder length sandy blonde hair, azure blue eyes, five foot nine athletic frame and impressive full 34D chest.

In high school, Amy was a state champion tennis player and continued to have a tennis player’s toned legs and shapely buttocks. She dressed conservatively, yet it was hard to hide her stunning features. When she wore a loose blouse and bent over a student’s desk, allowing a glimpse down her blouse, it was something they fantasized about well into their high school years. One of the ongoing jokes among the teaching staff was how Mrs. Cooper’s parent conferences have the highest attendance of dads in the entire school. Despite her good looks, Amy was typically quiet, socially reserved to the point of being considered shy, and for the most part naive to the attention she received.

As Amy drove home, she had reservations about going out with Nikki. She grew up in a small town and hadn’t dated much. She met her husband in college and married him shortly afterwards. She was not comfortable getting the attention that the younger ladies today received and participated in. That said a night out with Nikki and Tori would be a nice break from the monotony. Besides it was only a happy hour.

“Stop the internal talk!” Amy said to herself, “Chose your flirty outfit,” as she stood in her closet flipping through her clothes. “Let’s start with under garments, they are the foundation to your attitude, no one will see them but you will know you are sexy underneath.”

At least no one but her husband would see hers, but feeling naughty, wearing a sexy thong and bra would resonate in her attitude for the evening. She decided on a lacy black thong with a small triangle in the front that covered her manicured rectangle shaped pubic area and small strings that would allow her tight designer jeans to hug her bottom. Next she chose the matching black bra with the front clasp, which perfectly supported her breasts and created a lot of cleavage. For her top she selected a tight button down black blouse, that was snug around her breasts, and only buttoned up to the middle of her breasts, allowing a tasteful, mut escort yet flirty, view of her cleavage. The spectacular fullness of her breasts was well showcased by this blouse. The outfit was completed by a pair of low cut heeled boots.

Once dressed, Amy wondered if this outfit was too flirty for the evening. “Stop the internal talk!” Amy said again to herself. “You look amazing! You deserve a night out with the girls.”

After touching up her hair and makeup, she grabbed her cell phone and called for an Uber to take her to the sports bar. Upon arriving at 6:15, she noted the place was a typical busy Friday night sports bar with televisions covering all the walls, pool tables, dart boards, a bar area and a restaurant area for groups and families. Nikki, Tori and two guys were at a high top table in the bar area.

As Amy approached the table, Nikki commanded that the guys make room for her, so Amy could be next to Nikki and part of the group. One of the guys, caught by surprise at the sight of Amy, exclaimed “Wow! Who is this?”

Nikki sniped back, “Calm down, this is one of our friends from school, Amy. Amy, this is Todd and Bart, friends of Tori’s from college”.

Both guys, probably in their mid-twenties, gawked at Amy for a couple of seconds, which immediately made her feel slightly uncomfortable and that this might not have been the best idea.

Nikki immediately felt the vibe and suggested the guys go get Amy a lemon drop martini from the bar and to order some appetizers, since their waitress was worthless and hadn’t come over to check on them.

The guys left, whispering to each other, as they left the three ladies for a while. Nikki apologized stating that Todd and Bart were already there when they arrived at 5:30 and most likely had several drinks already. As Tori watched the guys at the bar, Nikki leaned over to Amy and whispered that Tori had a major crush on Bart since their college days, but they had never “hooked up”.

Tori turned back to the table and joked, “Stop whispering!”

To which Amy and Nikki smiled and laughed. The three started talking about the drama at school, sharing different gossip and funny stories about the kids, families and other teachers. It took about 20 minutes for Todd and Bart to return to the table with Amy’s drink and 5 shots of tequila.

Nikki laughed, “I guess the party is starting!”

Amy looked down at her shot and up at Nikki next to her. It had been awhile since Amy had done shots, especially this early into an evening. Amy reached for her shot, when Todd said “Wait…. No hands for the ladies!”

“What?” replied Amy, as Nikki and Tori laughed.

Tori replied, “Just watch Amy.”

Tori positioned the shot glass in front of her, and then placed her arms behind her back. She then seductively looked at Bart, lowered her head down over the shot glass, wrapping her lips around it’s girth. Once again Tori made eye contact directly with Bart, worked her lips lower on the glass and then rose up letting the liquor slide down her throat. She then lowered her head down to the table and released the shot glass from her lips. This display took Bart by surprise, as everyone else chuckled.

Next up was Nikki, who did the same routine without looking at anyone in particular, but with the obvious experience of someone who did this frequently.

Nikki then looked at Amy, stating in a joking manner “You’re up darling!”

Amy paused, as everyone at the table, plus several people at the nearby tables, looked at her, as she contemplated this overtly sexual act. She didn’t want to be the prude, so she adjusted her blouse, put her arms behind her back and started to lean over the table to surround the shot glass with her lips. As she leaned in, both Todd and Bart had an amazing view down her blouse at her breasts. Then as she opened her lips to accept the girth of the glass she looked up and her blue eyes locked with Todd. She was not meaning to look at him, it just sort of happened. Todd smiled at her. She closed her eyes and adjusted her lips to get a firmer grasp of the glass, then straightened up; the tequila in her throat caused her to shiver as the liquor slightly burned. Her shiver caused her chest to jiggle back and forth adding to the display. She then returned the glass to the table, as the people at her table and several other tables clapped and laughed. She straightened up, blushing as she saw everyone’s response.

Todd, still staring at her, jokingly raising his hand, exclaimed “Check please!” making a signal to the waitress.

Nikki, laughing, grabbed his arm and pulled it down and stated, “In your dreams, didn’t you notice her large wedding ring? She is not going to waste her “hall pass” on you.”

“Hall pass?” stated Bart “Is that like the movie?”

“Yes,” replied Nikki before the startled Amy could speak.

Amy then looked at Nikki, as everyone at the table focused on her, and asked “How do you know about my ‘hall nazilli escort pass’?”

Nikki then recounted that at the school holiday party two years ago, Amy was having a couple of drinks and told a group of the older teachers that her husband offered her a “hall pass” since she hadn’t dated much in her younger years.

“My gosh, does everyone at the school know about that? I can’t believe I shared that, nor do I think I have the moxy to use it.” Amy shared, feeling a little embarrassed.

“It was gossiped about for a little while, Aim, but that was so long ago. But some things you just don’t forget. I doubt that my future husband will be so progressive,” Nikki shared.

“Nik, you probably have dated more in 6 months than I have in my whole life!” Amy retorted.

“Aim, are you calling me a slut?” Nikki quipped.

“No-no-no, I apologize. I am just being defensive and that tequila shot is already racing through me. I know that relationships and dating have changed so much in the last 10 years. We never had Tinder, Match or any of the social media that you have now, crazy how things have changed. You know I consider you a good friend, otherwise I wouldn’t be here tonight.”

Finally, the waitress delivered their appetizers, the group returned to casual joking, gossiping with the guys doing their best to flirt. Both Nikki and Amy played it off, but Tori seemed to be enjoying and encouraging it.

It was during this time that Amy noticed a guy at the bar, who would occasionally look over at her. They locked eyes several times then Amy would look away and return to the conversation at the table. She didn’t know why she kept looking over at him. He was very handsome, in his late twenties or early thirties, tall, short blonde hair, blue eyes, chiseled jaw, broad shoulders and a very fit frame. He sort of blended into the crowd. If he wasn’t occasionally looking at her, she would not have noticed him at all.

The conversation continued at their table and Amy was feeling good with the drinks, appetizers and continuous jesting and flirting. It was a much needed break from her normal monotony. She was surprised when she looked at her cell phone and saw it was already 7:45. It was about that time when Bart and Todd asked if the girls wanted to go to another bar in Old Town. Tori immediately said “yes”.

Nikki gave Tori a quick look of surprise, and then stated “Aim and I are going to stay here a little while longer.”

Amy was feeling good and didn’t feel the need to change venues, she figured it was a strategic move by Bart and Todd to see if the ladies were interested in them or not. She smiled at the games being played now-a-days.

The guys, being gentleman, called the waitress over and paid the entire bill for the table, then proceeded around the table to hug Nikki and Amy goodbye. Todd being a little more daring, really pulled Amy into his young firm chest, pressing her breasts against him firmly. Amy tolerated the overt gesture, enjoying the attention, mostly because he was leaving.

This left Nikki and Amy alone at the table and they continued to chat. Nikki was a little upset that Tori left with the guys. Nikki had planned to go dancing at a western bar, Handlebar J’s, later in the evening.

Nikki’s complaining was interrupted as she caught Amy smiling at the handsome guy at the bar, who Amy had been exchanging glances with. Nikki immediately grabbed Amy’s arm and stated “Holy crap! That is Lauren’s ex-boyfriend Michael”.

Amy replied that she didn’t know who Lauren was.

Nikki went on to explain that Lauren is a college friend and sorority sister of hers, who was modeling for a couple of local magazines and trying to become an actress.

Nikki described Lauren as an absolutely stunning, tall slim blonde, and that she loved to go out with, guys who always bought Lauren drinks and tried to impress her.

Michael and Lauren recently dated for a month or so, but Michael ended it, which really upset Lauren, “she is not the type that gets dumped!”

Nikki had gone out with them a couple of times and even helped console Lauren after Michael ended the relationship.

Nikki went on to explain that Lauren mentioned that Michael was the best lover she had ever experienced. Not only was he very physically attractive, he was very well endowed, in fact on many occasions Lauren said she was “sore in a good way” the next day after their dates. His amazing cock would give her breathtaking, leg shaking, rolling orgasms. Lauren had never been fucked so well and so hard by anyone.

“And coming from Lauren, that is a true compliment,” Nikki confessed.

Amy could tell by the way Nikki described him, that Nikki would jump at the chance to have sex with Michael. As if recounting Lauren’s story had inspired Nikki, or maybe the drinks had inspired her, Nikki left the table spontaneously marched over and hugged Michael, who was looking the other direction and was caught by surprise. nilüfer escort He looked down at the small brunette and they immediately started chatting. Amy could see Nikki smiling and laughing with him and felt a little jealous, but immediately dismissed it. She was married and that feeling, as normal as it was for the situation, was not merited.

After a couple of minutes, Nikki returned to the table with Michael and introduced him to Amy. They exchanged introductions. As he stood by the table with them he asked if they wanted another round of drinks.

Nikki quickly responded “Yes!”

Michael hailed the waitress, who, of course, quickly responded to him, then went to get another round of drinks.

Through the ensuing small talk, they shared their backgrounds. Michael had recently completed two, four year tours with the US Marines and was now working for a security consulting firm in the area. Nikki was hanging on every word he said and was not good at disguising her interest in him. Amy being more mature and wiser, hid her interest, but was still politely engaged.

Michael was very charming and carried an interesting conversation with the two girls for a while, getting them to share stories from their careers and lives. He expressed interest in learning more from Amy, but Nikki would steal the conversation, whenever she could. Amy found this entertaining, as Nikki was usually very collected and confident when talking with guys, but appeared to have lost her normal composure.

At the next break in conversation, Nikki said they were heading over to Handlebar J’s to do some western dancing. She asked if Michael wanted to join them. Amy then interjected that she was not sure she was “up for that”.

Michael smirked and responded, “I’ll meet you there, only if Amy is there”.

With that, Michael excused himself and rejoined his buddies at the bar.

Nikki looked at Amy stating, “You gotta stay out with me. Tori abandoned me and we got to see where this goes. Please Amy! This night has the rare chance to be legendary, I don’t know if I will get another chance with Michael, but I gotta get an opportunity to seduce him and see if Lauren’s confessions are true. Please Amy?”

“Nikki, I just don’t know, this is not my situation, I am married and you are asking a lot of me. You don’t need me to be a third wheel.”

Again, Nikki stated, “Please Amy? I know you are also enjoying the attention and he definitely seems interested in you also.”

“Let me call Chris and check in and I will let you know.”

With that Amy left the table and walked outside to make the call. After a brief conversation, Amy knew it was entirely up to her if she wanted to go. Chris was going to be working well into the night, if not through the night to complete the project that he was struggling to put together. Amy pondered the situation, admitting that Michael was very attractive and she enjoyed his attention, as much as Nikki. It felt like there was no harm in going dancing for a while. It had been a while since she had gone dancing and besides she was a huge fan of country music.

“Why not?” she concluded.

When Amy returned to the table Nikki was playing on her phone. Michael back at the bar made eye contact with her. She smiled, he winked and she smiled again. There was definitely a message being sent, but she was naive to what it truly was.

Nikki inquired, “So is this going to happen?”

Amy smiled and Nikki responded, “Great, our Uber is on its way.”

Then she, once again, marched over to Michael to let him know that they were leaving and Amy was going with her. She gave him a tight hug and returned to grab Amy and walk outside to meet their Uber.

It was a short Uber ride to the western bar, but Nikki was very excited and chatted a mile a minute, most likely due to the alcohol. Amy was only half listening to her rambling while pondering why or how Nikki was blind to the situation. Why would Michael insist that Amy go, if Nikki was the center of attention. Was it the alcohol, her arrogance or belief that she could seduce him? Maybe it was a combination of all these things. Maybe Nikki figured at the end of the night, Amy was going home to her husband and Michael might turn to her. Whatever it was, it was going to be an interesting night.

They arrived at the western bar, which was crowded and full of activity. The dance floor was full, the DJ was playing the latest country tunes and there was a lot of energy in the air. Nikki skillfully worked her way through the room, found a table near the edge of the dance floor and settled in. It didn’t take long for the attractive women to get attention. They didn’t even have a chance to order drinks, when two city cowboys approached them. The guys were decent looking, in their mid-thirties and dressed in stylish western attire. They asked if the ladies wanted to dance the next song.

Nikki brushed them off saying “We are waiting for some friends to arrive.”

Amy smiled at the taller one and said “Sure”.

Nikki looked in surprise at Amy. Where did this shy girl get this confidence and why dance with the first guy that asks? Amy figured, there was no harm and they were there to dance, so why wait around for someone that may or may not show up.

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I promised to follow up with Lester…right? I remember I was lying by the pool one afternoon, sunning…alone…or so I thought. It turned out the next door neighbor was watching me. Funny now that I remember back…He was on a step ladder that toppled over. I think he was sorta watching me and playing with himself…*S*…The ladder fell over…That’s when I found out he was looking at me…I went to the fence and asked if he was okay, and his “wife” told me he was just fine…that he had spent enough time out today…I heard her chewing him out as they went inside…Giggle…

The phone rang as I got back to my lounge chair…It was Lester…We called him “the molester” cause he was this dorky looking rich kid that was always trying to act cool with the girls and always struck out…He told me about the new van his folks had bought him and wanted to know if I wanted to go to the drive in movie with him. I didn’t…but he told me THE Sean Tranor, football hero/qb stud etc, was gonna be there to check out his van and If I was with him I might get to talk to him…

Sean is/was the exact opposite of Lester…He was big and good looking and from a poor family. milas escort Lester would buy beer for him and other stuff…so anyway, I agreed to go with him. What was scary, was that he was my very first date alone with a boy! I remember panicking as I almost overloaded my brain, trying to decide what to wear out…I didn’t want to be to sexy for HIM…but definitely wanted to impress Sean! I ended up wearing jeans and a very soft mohair sweater with no bra…My tits moved around just the right amount inside it to keep the nipples hard…

My daddy made Lester come in the house from his van to pick me up…He was gonna just sit there and wait for me to come out…I love my Daddy…He told Lester to have me home by midnight or die…He took me to McDonalds for “dinner”…Oh, whoopie…then on to the movie…It started about 9pm as I remember…Lester’s van was really a kick…It was really plush up front…with a curtained area right behind the driver/passenger seat…and behind that was a cushioned bench and floor to sealing carpet…thick and soft..

He started off by trying to kiss me and touch me…in the front…I kept mudanya escort asking him about Sean…and he kept pawing me and telling me to wait…grrrrr…Finally after him groping and ME slapping him…He got really pissed and told me he was gonna take me home…and of course I didn’t want too…with out seeing Sean…

So, I told him okay…but nothing serious was gonna happen…I let him get his hand on my breasts…and kiss me…but when he started trying to undo my jeans I yelled at him…He gets this hurt look and looks down at the bulge in his pants and tells me that I am the cause of his very painful situation…Oh, great…Now what?

He told me that I needed to help him out…Me…I’m dumb…There IS something to the blonde thing…Trust me…I couldn’t talk…just stare as he unzipped and pulls out his cock…and starts stroking it…It’s big and hard and all purple…I felt weak and dizzy and like I was being drawn like a magnet to it…The next thing I know…He’s saying come here and touch it and I find myself on my knees between the two seats reaching for it…

When I took it from him and wrapped mustafakemalpaşa escort my fingers around the shaft, I’ll never forget the feeling of power I had at that moment…I was responsible for his hard on…and I didn’t know what to do!!! He started running his fingers thru my hair and telling me to kiss it and lick it…which I did…and so when he pulled my head to his crotch…I opened my mouth and took his cock and sucked on it…He came almost immediately. I was pounding on his legs trying to pull back but he had my hair…and his cock deep in my mouth…so I swallowed…I was all of a sudden afraid I’d get his cum on my sweater…so I worked really hard and making sure I swallowed every drop…which worked a different way…He thought I was REALLY enjoying it…I didn’t mean to…but couldn’t help it…I did.

As he was zipping up, he asked me if he was the first cock I’d ever sucked…I just nodded as if in shock…I remember the thoughts going thru my mind…I was a slut…I gave blowjobs…I swallowed cum…Omigod…what were my friends going to think of me if he told everyone!!?!

As I sat there…in shock…he got out of the van and told me he was going to the snack bar and did I want anything…I just shook my head and sat back in the seat…with a zillion questions going off inside my head as I sat there…Oh, shit…What had I done…

I’ll follow up with him bringing Sean back with him from the concession stand…next time…

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A few things are not re-explained in depth. You might want to peek quickly at chapters 1 and 2. Thanks!

*****

The water is already hot as I step into the shower and close the door. Two shower heads is a luxury, but it’s proven to be worth the price. The front one warms my chest while the opposite one massages the small of my back. I squeeze liquid soap onto one hand and start rubbing my shoulders, working my way down.

It’s easy to stay too long in here. To relax. To dream. I bend over to soap up my right calf and then prop it forward on the wall as I run a razor from ankle to thigh. Slowing, as it slides over my shin and the tendons behind my knee, I switch legs. I prop the left foot up and feel the water flicker over to cold for a moment. As if someone is flushing a toilet in the room. But that’s a thing for old houses. Not my new condo. And not when I’m the only one that lives here.

My mind wanders. What if it is someone? Could it be a neighbor? That seems unlikely…different pipes…too far away. I laugh at my paranoia…that stupid, helpless feeling. I take karate, right? Sheesh. I prop my foot up again. And I have a razor. I laugh…I mean how much damage can you really do with a disposable Bic razor.

Just as I drop my foot, the bathroom lights go out. What the FUCK?!

The shower is still hot and running but the small room – shower and toilet – is pitch dark.

Until it isn’t.

A light comes on but it isn’t from the ceiling. It’s from the door. I watch, frozen, as the light all along a crack in the door starts as a sliver and widens into a strip of brightness.

Someone’s opening the door.

I’m numb. I’m floating. Oh God. Oh my God. I think I’m panting. I don’t feel the water any more. And then I see a shadow interrupt the long stream of light and I can’t feel my body. My naked body. Alone in the shower. The dark shape – back lit from the bedroom light – takes another step inside, pauses, and yells in a deep ugly voice. “BOO.”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

I hear screaming. A piercing, continuous screaming. I barely register…that it’s ME. And his laughing. Oh my God. My mouth is open, wider than it’s ever been, straining the tendons in my neck. Where are my legs? I can’t feel anything. Screaming is echoing off the shower tile. And then I run out of breath and I can’t hear myself any more. He places a hand on the shower door handle and I can’t take in a new breath.

Help me. No. NO. Help me. I can’t breathe.

Oh my God, I can’t breathe. Pleeeease…help me.

“Cara! …CARA!…HAHAHAHA!”

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“Cara!” Cara felt shaking.

“Cara! HEY!” He’s touching her.

Cara opened her eyes suddenly. In the dim light of the room, she saw the outline of his shadow hovered over her. She felt panic…still no breath… dizziness.

Tom’s dark eyes looked down with concern. He was propped on one elbow just off her right side, while his arm draped over the top of her pulling her toward him. A warm hand moved from her shoulder, up to her head, cradling behind her neck. Finally, Cara gasped and air rushed into both lungs.

“Hey baby…” his eyes darting over her.

Cara’s chest heaved and she flailed her arm forward, pushing against his chest… holding onto his bicep.

Tom tried to get through to her again. He felt the warm breath of her gasping on his neck.

“Shhhhh. Hey, it’s alright.”

Cara watched the Adam’s apple roll along his throat while he talked. Her chest heaved, drawing in air. She closed her eyes and listened to the fast, deep breathing that was slowly calming down. One tear dropped from her right eye and slide toward her ear.

“Jesus,” he whispered. His thumb stroked along her temple and back into her hairline. “You ok?”

Cara swallowed. Her throat was dry. Oh my God, she thought, did that all just happen in front of him? Did she say anything? How long had he been awake? What had she done?

“Yea. I… I’m sorry.” Her chin quivered slightly.

“What?!” Tom’s eyes opened wider in surprise. “No…”

He snaked the left arm, that was propping him up, under Cara’s neck and flattened his body against the bed again. He felt her shoulders relax and mold along his side. His right hand stroked her hair and then continued down her back… the light sheen of her perspiration under his fingertips.

“It’s ok.”

His hand flattened against the small of her back. She drew one leg over the top of his thigh.

Cara felt the warmth of him along the full length of her body.

“I…um… I have…dreams. Of being chased. Or… being in trouble.”

He placed a kiss on her forehead. He watched her lashes close half way, shading her eyes.

He kissed the tip of her nose.

“Does it…happen a lot?” He kissed along her jaw line.

“Not…really. Once in a while.” She nuzzled higher into his neck. “Maybe when I’m more stressed – like speaking at this conference.”

She could feel his hand stroking small circles from her back to the merzifon escort top of her ass, his fingers grabbing gently at the supple skin.

His concern was still there. But gentler now. More relaxed. “I’m sorry for that. You shouldn’t ever feel that way.”

Cara exhaled deeply, feeling her heartbeat at a slow, even pace.

Reality flickered. She lifted her head a fraction. “Crap. What time is it?”

She leaned over to look at the nightstand clock…6:15am…which also meant she rolled further onto Tom’s chest, her body contacting fully with his. He brought is other arm around her and scooped up her ass… a hand on each cheek.

Cara smirked and looked him coyishly in the eye. “I gotta go,” she said firmly. “Cab to my hotel, shower, change, practice conference talk, on stage at 9:30am.”

He continued pulling on her, rocking her up and down his body with each flex of his arms. His breathing was deeper and she felt the thickness of him on her thigh growing harder by the second.

“Not yet,” he whispered as he tilted forward and kissed her under the ear.

“Ughhhhh… shit. I have to.” She moaned at the heat of him underneath her, but pushed with her arms and arched up. She swung her leg over him and slide to the floor, pushing off his chest. She knew it had to be fast or he’d grab her down to the bed again.

“Hey!” He rolled to his side with a knee propped up for balance. Entranced by the muscled form in front of her, she hesitated, holding her arms at her chest, suddenly shy about standing completely naked before him.

“Believe me, this is killin’ me as much as it is you.”

He stared intently at her. “I sincerely doubt that.”

“I have to be ready for this morning.” She sighed deeply. “I really do.”

He smiled. He’d make her pay later.

“Alright, you win. Go get ’em hot shot.” He rolled onto his back and laced his fingers behind his head watching her move about the room, sliding the skirt on, hooking the bra behind her with arms through the straps, and sliding the top over her head. She walked into the bathroom, licked her finger, and gently swiped under her eyes to clean the smudge of makeup. Finally, she pulled her hair into a knot at the back and secured it with a small black band from her wrist. (Had that been there the whole time, he mused?)

As she turned back to the room for her shoes, Tom stood by the foot of the bed…his eyebrows raised.

“And what about this?” He held up the tiny lace thong, draped over a single index finger.

She opened her mouth for a second and then closed it, looking at him. Her mouth twitched.

“Collateral,” she said softly.

He laughed softly through his nose and nodded slowly. “Ok.” He palmed the fabric. “Good.”

Tom still had nothing on but he followed her to the door as she put on sandals – the heels bringing her 4 inches closer to his face. The front corner of the room remained dark and she watched his shadow loom over her. His hands came to both sides of her face and she could feel the panties against one cheek. As he leaned over and covered her mouth with his, she seriously considered whether ditching a seminar talk was a fire-able offense. But he had work too. And he had promised later.

Cara opened her mouth slightly, touched her tongue to his and then pulled away and opened the door a crack. She thought he’d moved to stand his body behind the door as it opened but he stood his ground as her eyes went wider with surprise. The hallway remained quiet.

He raised his eyebrows and put a hand on the door jam. “Bye.”

For the second time in 24 hrs, she looked up at him thru her lashes. “Ciao,” she said smiling. And then turned and slid out the door, hearing it click behind her.

A restless itch sent Tom down to the hotel gym for 40 min, then he showered, watched some news, and grabbed his satchel…fumbling in it for his phone as he hit the lobby floor. There was a cab right on the curb so he forgot about getting an Uber and jumped in. What had just happened? It felt like being back in that very first year of knowing her. He wanted her company. And he knew from the beginning that he wanted to get her upstairs. But he didn’t think she’d stay. He closed his eyes in the back seat as the cab turned left and accelerated down Michigan Ave. He could feel the soft skin of her thighs…the wet warmth of her kiss. Sitting in that chair – had she really done that? And the bottle. Had she really let him do that to her? He had to be careful…he was going to step out onto a downtown sidewalk in a second and a bulge in his suit slacks would not go over well.

He walked into the glass fronted lobby and asked for the offices of Carter, Ames, and Lewis. His smile was genuine, but he knew meeting the clients was not the root of it.

At 9:15am he pulled out his phone. The conference room was still quiet but the CFO’s executive assistant had promised to return with coffee.

He typed quickly…and hit send.

“GOOD LUCK THIS mezitli escort MORNING.”

The rush of traffic 10 floors below him barely sounded thru the windows. His phone buzzed.

“THANKS BABY. LITTLE NERVOUS.”

He typed again…

“U’LL BE FINE. FLASH EM THAT SEXY SMILE.”

“STILL THINKING ABOUT U.”

He glanced up, seeing no one in the hallway through the glass. Tipping his phone down, he slid his hand into his left pant pocket and pulled out the small piece of lacy white fabric enough to photograph it…and hit send.

Tom thought about counting the seconds, and chuckled.

It took maybe 6 seconds. His phone buzzed again.

“O.M.G.! YOU HAVE IT *WITH* YOU? AT CLIENT MTG?!”

He chuckled again. And wondered what she was wearing this morning.

Buzz…

“I’M PARTLY SHOCKED.”

Another buzz…

“AND PARTLY HORNY AS HELL.”

He heard voices from far off. Typed quickly…

“SO HOT. MY LUCKY CHARM. CLIENT COMING. TILL LTR.”

He made sure everything was back, deep in his pockets, and stood to shake hands as the small group walked in the door.

Tara finished her conference session and listened to the applause. A general session like this could have 500 people in the room. She unhooked the lav mic and laid it on the podium and then glided to the right-hand wall as the clapping slowed and the rumble of conversation took over. Someone grabbed her bicep and turned her 90 degrees.

“Damn Sam! That was awesome. Nicely done my friend.”

Amelia McKinney beamed into Cara’s face. She leaned forward and gave her a quick hug.

Cara took in the complement and smiled. She hadn’t seen Amelia yet on this trip and her loud, chatty voice broke the ice.

“Hey you!” Cara exhaled a deep breath as the tension released from her shoulders. “Thanks.”

Amelia turned quickly to her left…

“Mason! Dude, come here.” A guy in gray slacks, shirt and paisley tie took another step toward them.

“This is Cara Lawson. Event Planner, Portland. But, yea right, you heard the talk.” Amelia turned back.

“Cara…Mason Henrichs. He has an event venue and A/V tech company here in Chicago. Helped me out on a CEO summit last year.”

Cara gave him the professional one-two…bright smile and reached out her hand. “Hi Mason. Such a pleasure. Thanks for coming into the keynote.” His grip was firm and warm.

“Oh, absolutely! Especially the bit about international, political, and environmental considerations. Really liked your comments.”

Amelia had made it a whole 16 seconds without talking before she jumped back in.

“Ok Cara! Let’s get coffee. There’s a buffet in the Skylark Room. Mason, you wanna come?” Turning to him.

He looked again at Cara, while responding to Amelia.

“Oh I’d love to ladies… but I have to get ready for my own breakout session.”

Mason took a half step closer to Cara and placed a hand on the outside of her upper arm.

“Hey…ummm…a few of us are having drinks tonight at The Purple Pig. You should come.”

He dropped his hand but remained within inches of her right side.

“Ummmm, yeah ok.” Cara looked at Amelia. “I’m not super familiar with downtown but I’ll find it.”

Amelia lit up and slide her arm thru Cara’s. “Oh, it’s like three blocks from here. Just over the river. It’s that networking thing I told you about! We’ll be there Mason. Thanks!” And with that, she pulled Cara out of the ballroom and down the hall toward the pastries.

Cara sat through three more breakouts and then couldn’t wait any longer. She pulled her phone from the cream leather tote and typed.

“HOW WAS CLIENT MEETING?”

She sat, legs crossed, on a bench seat in the large hallway outside the meeting spaces. People stood in small groups of two and three, talking, passing business cards, texting on phones.

Her suede knee-high boots were surprisingly comfortable for having 4 inch heels, but her feet were still sore from standing and walking all day. The phone buzzed and sent a shot of adrenaline through her chest.

“HEY YOU. IT WAS GOOD… HOW WAS SPEECH??”

She thought back to the morning. It was good, right? Yea, it seemed good.

“PRETTY HAPPY WITH IT. MY GF AMELIA SAID IT ROCKED, SO THAT’S SOMETHING. LOL.”

She typed again…

“NOW I’M JUST EATING LEFTOVER DONUTS. :-0”

It only took him a few seconds to respond.

“HAHA! I’LL BE RIGHT OVER.”

Cara chuckled, adjusting her position.

“GOOD. : ) I HAVE TO DO SOME NETWORKING AT A COCKTAIL THING BUT SHOULD BE DONE BY 7PM. I’M AT THE HYATT REGENCY…”

The suit jacket she was wearing suddenly felt too warm. She grinned at the phone, glancing up to see if anyone else could see her blush.

Her hand buzzed again.

“YOU BET SEXY. I’LL FIND IT.”

The motion off to her left got a little closer. “Yo Cara…let’s go!” Amelia yelled down the hallway but kept walking toward her. Cara midyat escort threw up her hand with an index finger pointing for one more minute.

She typed back.

“CAN’T WAIT.”

Tossing the phone back into her tote, she met Amelia stride for stride and took the escalator to the main floor and they walked out onto the street together.

By 5:30pm, Michigan Avenue was a sea of controlled chaos. Amelia and Cara walked over the bridge and down two blocks before heading inside The Purple Pig. Long “sharing tables,” with 10 or 12 chairs on each, covered the room and there were already seven or eight people at the table Amelia approached.

“Heeeeeyyyy!!” Everyone looked up to welcome them. Amelia received hugs from two of the women and one of the men, and then took a seat midway down the table, leaving Cara a chair next to her – closer to the empty end. Cara stepped up her heels into the barstool and hung her bag off the back of the chair.

She felt a large hand rest warm and flat on her back between her shoulder blades.

Without thinking, she smiled and then faded into confusion at who it could be. Turning, she looked right into Mason’s face.

His voice was deep. “Hi there Portland. Glad you made it.”

Cara smiled politely. “Oh! Uhhh, it’s Cara. Thanks. Yea, the menu looks good.”

Mason dropped his hand but took the seat next to her. They spent a few minutes with the menus and then the server returned. Mason ordered duck pate, calamari, fried brussel sprouts and a bourdon (neat).

“Let me get your drink. You know, a congratulations thing. What do you want…wine?”

Cara bristled a bit at his assumption but did in fact feel like having Pinot Grigio or something light so she put her order on his tab.

The group was lively and most were from the Chicago area so Cara did more listening than talking but it was a great education in hearing about the local event planning scene. And she valued after hours discussion like this because people start to go beyond the basics…they let their guard down…and spill gossip or trade secrets, which are always helpful to know.

After nearly an hour, she was still nursing her wine, but Cara noticed that Mason had moved onto his third glass. He leaned forward and put his hand on her thigh, drawing his fingers past the fabric so he could slip them into the recess behind her knee. She put her hand down onto his wrist and pushed him down, forcing his hand off her leg.

“Mason, I am here for the discussion. The networking, you know?”

He kept his hand on his own pant leg but leaned over into her arm and shoulder and turned his head to whisper in her ear.

“I cud teesh you a lot ’bout networking cutie. But there wouldn’ be mush discussion.” He laughed, exhaling onto her neck.

Cara turned her head away from the smell of bourbon and checked her watch. 6:48pm. She’d been there more than long enough to “make an appearance.” She smiled flatly at him as she slid off the bar stool.

“Ok thanks…Mason…I appreciate it.”

Amelia had been talking to the rest of the table, but noticed Cara move and opened her mouth in surprise.

“What’s up friend?! No way are you calling it a night!”

Cara grabbed her tote from the back of the chair and swung it onto her shoulder.

“No, I promised to meet…a…friend. For dinner. I am sorry. But thank you for the chance to join you guys.”

Amelia’s attention was drawn back to the other end of the table as laughter grew.

“Ok hun. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow probably. At the coffee.” She turned her head back to the guy on her right, ignoring Mason who was also getting off his chair.

“Hunnnn.” He smiled crookedly and huffed. “I bet that “fren” is me…idin it? Hun.” And as Cara walked around him toward the door, he pivoted 90 degrees and headed the same way.

Cara felt the bulk of him just a foot behind her and she sped up her pace, wanting to put distance between then.

All of a sudden her body pushed forward, hard, causing her to stumble to keep her balance. Mason grabbed her right under the arm and propelled her through the door. Cool night air swirled around her, along with the sound of traffic and – from further away – a train on the EL.

“Mason, what the hell?!” She could feel his fingers digging into the flesh of her bicep. He was holding her and walking with her at the same time. Forcing her further onto the sidewalk.

“You shu go home wif me…” His speech was getting worse. He leaned into her for balance.

Cara tried to pull on him but his hand was gripped hard under her arm pit. Her free hand came up to his chest to push with more leverage.

“Gaaa, yur sexy…” He leaned in more and sniffed deeply into her hair while at the same time, huffing out, reeking of liquor.

Cara frowned and twisted to shrink away from him.

“Mason, I’m serious. Let go.”

He laughed and pulled her 10 feet further up the sidewalk and then turned and put his other arm around her waist. His soft stomach connected with hers while a muscled thigh pushed between her legs. She turned her head sideways to put distance between their mouths. She could hear herself panting, getting scared.

“Whaaaaa, a chic liech you can’t stoop to be with a guy like me? You thing you’re so special…”

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It was hard to believe that my classes were in the city that you lived. I was actually looking forward to one of these trips for a change.

The first night I got there, I was so tired. You and I just chatted on line, talking about me being in town and how we were going to get together. We had decided that you would pick me up at my hotel room after my class and we would go out to dinner.

The next day I went to my classes and all I could think about was you picking me up that night. I think I missed ½ the classes because of it.

Finally it was over and I went back to my room. There in the room was a bouquet of roses, a plate with chocolate covered strawberries and I bottle of Asti, which I had told you in previous conversation that I liked.

I went over to the roses and looked at the card. It said “I look forward to seeing you tonight”. A little shiver went up my spine. I just couldn’t wait.

I changed in to my black dress with my garter and stockings and my 3 inch heels, remembering you were 6′ and I was only 5′ 4″. I did up my hair and put a little makeup on. I normally don’t wear makeup but I wanted to look special for tonight. I put on this brilliant shade of red lipstick that doesn’t come off and then put a gloss over it to make my lips shine. There isn’t much I like about my body but I always did like my lips.

I opened the bottle of Asti and poured a glass. Then I sat down and watched the TV waiting nervously for you to show up. Finally there was a knock on the door. I got all excited, got up made sure I looked ok and calmed myself down. I opened the door and there you were.

I pretty much froze while you stood there in front of me smiling. I didn’t know what to say or do now that it finally happened. You leaned over and gave me a light kiss and started to giggle a little realizing how I was.

I finally got myself together, apologized and asked you to come in. I closed the door and turned around. There you were still smiling at me. You said “You are as beautiful as I thought you would be”. I blush and turn my head away. You walked over and pulled my head up to look in your eyes and said “you are”. I just smiled a little a looked away. I was never good at complements.

I thanked you for the gifts and asked you if you wanted any champagne. You said yes and I poured you a glass. I handed it to you and held my glass up. I said “to new adventures, Skol” and clinked the glasses. We both drank and then you took my glass from me and put it down on the table. You walked back over to me and lifted my head again, this time you leaned down and kissed me. My knees almost buckled under neither me.

The kiss was so wonderful, your lips on mine, your tongue playing with mine. I could feel myself getting wet and starting to ache.

I put my arm around your neck and you put yours around my waist. melikgazi escort Your hands moving up and down my back, caressing it, pulling my body closer to yours. It felt so good, I didn’t want it to end.

You put your hand in the small of my back and push me very close to you. I can feel how hard you are against my body. I wanted to take my one leg and wrap it around your hip so bad to let you get even closer.

I think our dinner reservations didn’t matter anymore. We needed each other and now. While still kissing me you turn my body and get me to lie on the bed. Your body came with mine. I kicked my shoes off and started rubbing your legs with my feet.

You broke our kiss and stood up in front of me, just looking down. You took your hand and started to trace my arms, across my breasts, down my sides, to my hips and over my legs. Staring at me the whole time. Your hands feel so good on me.

You started to trace back up, this time over my inner thigh where you could feel the top of my stocking and just lightly brush over my panties, working up my tummy , back over my breast, up my neck and then to my face.

Still staring at me, you started to lightly playing with my face, lightly touching it, tracing it, me pushing my face up to meet your hand. I was in heaven and totally yours. I didn’t know if you just got lucky or if I told you my weakness is having my face rubbed, but which ever way, you had me.

After soaking in all the wonderful rubbing, I scooted my body put on the bed. You laid down beside me and we embraced, kissing again. You hands move down my spine and on to my ass, squeezing it and caressing it. Not wanted to be left out, I slide my hand down and did the same to yours. I could feel a smile on your lips while you were kissing me.

You pulled my dress up over my ass and put your hand under my panties. They were so warm and strong. Then they slowly move to the front of me, rubbing the softly fresh shaven skin. A small moan came from me. I want you to feel how wet I was. I wanted your fingers inside of me.

One thing about me that I never told you was that I get very wet and I am extremely tight. So tight that after I cum I have been told I was almost too tight.

Your hand slowly moves down lower. I laid back a little and part my legs for you to have better access. Your finger moves down and splits my lips apart. You are surprised and very excited to find how wet I am. Your mouth moves off of mine , kissing and nibbling my neck.

I let out a moan and softly say yes. At this point you knew you had complete permission. You moved your finger up and reach my clit. You start to rub it and I started to squirming and moaning. You know you have hit the right spot.

While you continue to rub my clit you feel my hands move down to your chest. Rubbing menemen escort there and moving down to your stomach. You know where I am going next and you are aching for it. My hand comes to the front of your pants to feel your rock hard cock. I play with it and tease it.

All of a sudden, I pull my body away from you and kneel before you. I smile at you and you do the same. I start to unbutton your shirt, pulling it out from your pants. I take your shirt off and throw it over on a chair. Then I unbuckle your belt, undo your pants and unzip them. You remove them leaving your underwear on. I could see your hard cock just waiting for attention.

Then you lifted off my dress to see my lace bra, lace panties, garter belt and stockings. You lean over and kiss between my breasts. While you are doing that your hands are undoing my bra. You unhook it and it falls to the bed. You move yourself to one of my breasts and start sucking on my nipple. I run my nails up your back, not hard but enough to get your attention. You move over to the other one and play with the first one with your fingers. At this point I want you so badly inside of me but I knew that had to wait.

I take you by the shoulder and push you down on the bed and straddle you. Grinding my hips into yours. I lean over and kiss you then move down your neck. I move down to your chest, rubbing my hands over it and licking your nipples. I keep moving down to your stomach and just to the top of your underwear.

I lick around the band, teasing you. I take my hands on both sides and pull down your underwear. Your beautiful hard cock stands up straight for me. I want to just tear off my panties and jump on top but I know it isn’t time yet.

I take the tip if my tongue and lick the tip of your cock. You let out a big sigh. I take my tongue and start to circle around the head, licking up and down. Then I take it fully in my mouth, sucking it, licking it, playing with your balls. Every once and a while I take you out of my mouth and use my tongue just under the head where it is the most sensitive. You seem to enjoy this.

I move my body back up to your lips and kiss you deep. I whisper in your ear that I want you deep inside of me. You say to me, not yet, I haven’t had my turn yet. And with that you laid me back and positioned yourself between my legs. You take a finger and put it deep inside of me. It feels so good. Then you take another and you can really feel how tight I am. I start to grind on your fingers. Then you take your tongue and start licking my clit. I feel like I am going to cum that second.

You move your fingers in and out of me while licking, sucking and nibbling my clit. It doesn’t take me long to cum. You can feel my juices rush over your fingers. My body shakes and I moan the best moan you have every heard.

Now there meram escort is something I forgot that you didn’t. I told you how I can come about every 20 to 30 seconds after my first orgasm. So you continue you lick my clit even though I am squirming because it is so sensitive. Sure enough you make me cum again. This one stronger than the first. You do this one more time. Finally I say “I want to you fuck me, please, please fuck me.”

You move back up my body and kiss me. You move your legs between mine and spread them apart. You take your cock with your hand and rub it up and down my lips, getting it all wet. Then you position it at the entrance to my pussy.

You push slowly, the head of your cock opening me up. You push a little harder, feeling how tight I am around your hard cock. Finally you are all the way in. You feel so good. You just sit there for a moment just feeling the warmth inside.

Then you start pumping your cock in and out of me. God, it feels so good. All this time you are still kissing me. I bite your lips lightly letting you know how I feel.

I take my legs and rap them around your hips, moving my hips in rhythm with yours trying to push you deeper and deeper inside of me. I want all of you as deep as I can get you.

I decided that I am going to be on top and start rolling you to the side. You catch on rather quickly and we roll over without you leaving my pussy.

Now I am on top and have this devilish look on my face. You are very curious on what I am up to. I lean over and kiss you, licking your lips, sucking your tongue.

I sit back up and start moving my hips back and forth. You like how it feels. Then I start to lift my body up and down, pushing down hard on your cock when you enter back in to me. You start to moan, that feels really good. Then I start rotating my hips in a circle. This is something totally new for you and you like it.

After doing that for a while I turn my body around so my ass is facing you. This way you can watch your cock go in and out of my very wet pussy. You can see my juices flowing down your cock. I start playing with your balls which really gets you going. I do all sorts of position before for no reason I get off.

You look at me with disbelief. You ask why I stopped and I tell you because I want you to fuck me on all fours. With that I get on all fours, pretty much lay my chest on the bed, sticking my ass straight up in the air. You position yourself behind me and enter your hard cock. I let out a very loud moan.

You grab my hips and start pumping in to me hard and fast. You want to cum inside of me so bad now. I start to play with your balls and that is enough to do it. You slam in to me hard and I can feel your cum coating my inside, your cock twitching. You are moaning so loud. I take my muscles and squeeze as hard as I can, milking you of every bit of cum you have.

I lay down and you lay on top of me and the off to the side. You take your hand and brush my hair to the side and kiss my neck. You tell me that was incredible and that I am incredible. I just cuddle up next to you and say, rest now, I am not done with you yet.

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Over the internet I have told you about a favorite place I know of, a magical, romantic, special place. It’s about an hour drive from my place, and ten miles off the highway. Not too many people know of it’s whereabouts, mostly locals, so there’s a good chance of having the place to yourself. When others are there, most of the time they are naked, so it’s always an interesting time there.

We have planned to meet for some time now, and just before I picked you up I have bought some sub sandwiches and pop. I also have beer and wine and candles. We kiss and hug and get in my van and head out on the highway. As we drive we talk and get to know each other, although it seems like we’ve know each other for a long time from our chats on the internet. We are grinning and giggling most of the time like young teenagers! I ask you to show me the swimsuit you have brought, and you open your bag and pull out a few inches of black material that totally impresses me! I ask you to put it on as we drive, and with a giggle you go into the rear of the van and start taking off your clothes. I realize how dangerous it makes my driving as I’m spending more time looking in the rear view mirror than on the road. When you finish adjusting the tiny bikini you make your way back to the front of the van and as you bend over to get in the front I get a great view of your swaying breasts and wide hips. Your near naked body takes my breath away and produces a wide grin on my face, and a familiar stirring in my crotch. You get settled in the passenger seat and ask me if I like what I see. I nod my head repeatedly and shout “Yes!” and you laugh. We drive like that whenever there is traffic coming towards us, but when the road is clear you flash your breast and pussy at me driving me wild. I have my cock sticking out of my swimsuit and you occasionally reach over and give it a rub which really affects my driving.

Soon we are off the highway and on the final part of the trip, but as the road is pretty bumpy you have to hang onto the dash and door we behave decently. At the very last part, you put on shorts and a blouse in case there is a family at the hot springs. If there is, we only have to wait until they leave, then we’ll have the place to ourselves. When we get there, there are a few vehicles there, but that’s okay. We can pass the time eating our sandwiches.

We grab our bags and walk up the short trail toward some bushes. The trail goes through the bushes like a little tunnel and as I follow you I look at your bum and feel it. You like my hands there and giggle as I do so. On the other side of the tunnel it opens up and you let out a pleasant and surprised “OOOH!” It’s two pools surrounded by rocks next to a small creek.

Each pool is about thirty feet in diameter, one about three feet lower than the other. We drop our bags and take off our shoes and socks as we approach the edge. There is a family there, about six of them, with kids, so we keep our clothes on for now. I hold your hand as we approach the edge and you dip your foot in the water and you exclaim “OOoooo, that’s nice!” I follow you into the water and lead you to one side where we can sit on a flat rock and the water is up to our necks. We feel like we are floating here and the water is exactly body temperature and the feeling is like you are floating. This hot spring is totally lefkoşa escort odorless, unlike a lot of other springs. I can see that you are already in love with this place and are getting quite comfortable already.

The young kids are laughing and splashing and keeping us on good behavior, so I take the opportunity to get the sandwiches out. We need to eat them now as I think the family will be leaving soon, and we won’t have time to eat then. It’s approaching suppertime, and although the sun will be up for a few more hours, it’s behind a mountain, so it’s still light but not bright sunshine where we are.

We are in the upper pool, and after we eat our sandwiches we get a little braver and dress down to our swimsuits. You are a little nervous at first but realize than while in the water, you’re mostly safe from leering eyes. I produce a cool beer for us and I also have a bottle of wine if you’d prefer it, but you’ll have some of that later you say.

Luckily, the family prepares to leave and we are glad. As soon as they are out of sight and hear their voices going down the trail I whip my swimsuit off and am tugging at yours! You giggle and laugh and express concern about getting caught by newcomers. I take your hand and lead you to the lower pool. From the lower edge we can see the parked cars and anyone coming our way. I also move our bags closer so we can easily reach drinks and cigarettes.

I sit on another flat rock and pull you towards me. You’re floating; just your neck and head above water and you open your legs and effortlessly wrap them around my waist as you guide your pussy towards my rigid cock. My hands are on your waist and you glide onto my hard shaft, slowly but fully until I am completely inside you. My hands reach around to your back and pull you towards me and I feel your breasts on my chest and notice your nipples are hard and erect. I grab your hips and begin to slide you back and forth creating a mutual rhythm that creates waves that splash and gurgle all around the pool. I kiss and nibble your neck and earlobe and lips, amidst pants and moans. We are both so excited that it doesn’t take long before we approach orgasm together, you are surprised how easy it is to fuck like this, and it’s almost like being in outer space. As we start to cum I grunt and groan out loud and you are nearly shrieking! I feel your pussy clamp around my cock as you shudder and tremble on my pole. I pump and pump into you, it seems eternal, but does eventually ease up and slow down. Your arms are around my neck and now your forehead is resting on mine as our movements slow down to a pleasant stop.

The afterglow for us both is wonderful and the warm water seems to make it last even longer. Still on my cock, you hold my hands and lean back, your head going back to get your hair wet. I raise you up a little so that your breasts are above water and I can lick and suck them, running my tongue around your hard nipples! I slide you off my horny cock and as you raise your head upright I ask you to stand. My eyes are glued on your wet naked body as you stand up, the water running off you, dripping off your breasts and nipples as you pull your hair back and down your back. I turn you around, facing the lower edge of the pool and bend you over. In this position your head is over the lüleburgaz escort edge so that you can see the cars below. I am a little higher and can also see them. It’s quite a turn on, like semi public sex. I approach you from the rear and push my throbbing cock into your cunt again. I hear you gasp, but not loud enough for the people below to hear. I’m sure they heard us earlier and that they are fully aware of what we are doing. I slam into you all the way and love the feeling of my pubic hairs when they press hard against your wet, naked bum! I alternate between running my hands over your ass, bare back and around to grope your delicious boobs. We both tell each other that we are going to cum again and I speed up the stroking and my cock gushes gobs of cum deep into your steaming hot cunt again! We watch as the cars start moving out of the parking place, and when we think they can’t see us to well, we both stand up and wave goodbye. We are both laughing; this is such a great place!

I produce another beer for us both and we sip on them while we relax a bit. We’ll be doing a lot of this, so little rests will be helpful. We take turns with different sitting position, she on me, me on her. Weight is not a problem here so there are many positions possible that would be difficult on a bed. I also show her little things about the pools. Where the deepest places are, the pipe that someone has stuck in the bank to make a kind of shower, where the hot water comes into the pool and the small cold creek at one side.

I tell her to be totally quiet for a while and listen. There is no sound except for birds chirping and water bubbling. It’s so peaceful and pleasant here, you never want to leave. And I tell you to lie back and float in the water, your ears underwater. I put my hands under your bum and with the slightest effort take your weight so that you don’t have to kick your legs or move your arms. This is so totally relaxing it’s easy to fall asleep. If you don’t, it’s very invigorating. And if it’s raining, with your ears underwater, there’s and amazing song of the raindrops on the water as they plinck , plonck into the water, each with a slightly different sound!

We screw like young teenagers several more times and the sun finally sets. Darkness is approaching now, and I notice you feel a bit nervous. I surprise you by producing a candle from my bag, and jamming it into a beer can half full of water. I light it and set it adrift in the pool. A couple others I melt the bottom and stick them to the surrounding rocks. This produces a soft romantic glow all around and is truly delightful! I see your wide smile of approval, and it’s all we need to continue our sensual erotic games! After placing the candles, I walk back towards you, my cock and balls out of the water. You take the opportunity to suck my cock into your wanting mouth. I gasp with surprise as I’m not expecting it but welcome it wholeheartedly! I see you looking into my eyes as you bob your head on my cock, and know that you love doing that and if your lips weren’t around my cock you would be smiling with pleasure! You alternate sucking with running your tongue up and down the seam and sucking my balls into your mouth, one at a time and both, running your tongue around them, then back up the seam, tickling the underside magosa escort of the tip, into the slit, around the head and back to fucking my cock with your mouth. You do this so exquisitely that I’m ready to blow a load of cum into your mouth and tell you so. I hear, or feel you moan in approval, and I shoot loads of cum into your milking mouth. My legs are weak after such a strong orgasm and settle back into the warm waters. You hold me close and cuddle me as I gradually float back to earth. When I regain my composure, I tell her that now it’s her turn. She giggles and releases me to float on my back. She gets a kick out of how my cock points straight up like a mast!

I float over to the flat rock, she guides me into place by grabbing my cock and pulling me into position! As I reach it, I sit and she stands up in front of me, legs apart. The sight of her tits, nipples, shave pussy and lips are fantastic, and my hands reach behind her and grab her cheeks, pulling her pussy towards my face. She steps closer to me, legs straddling mine and places her hands on the sides of my head, guiding me to where she wants attention the most. I flatten out my tongue and lick the length of her slit and feel her shudder. I suck her pussy lips roughly into my mouth and flick them around. Making my tongue into a hard shaft I search for her clit. I lick up and down and around. I love the feeling of her clit getting hard from the attention! I here her gasp and moan as my slimy tongue finds its target. She starts to tell me how good it feels, to lick that clit, suck that cunt, and that she’s going to cum all over my face. I massage her bum, tickle her butt hole with a finger and urge her to blow off on my face! Her hands go to the back of my head and push my face hard into her as she screams out loud and I taste her juices flooding out of her very core! We both relax in each others arms again, the warm waters covering us like a warm eiderdown quilt.

As we drink another beer, we hear a vehicle driving up the mountain road. We are so disappointed and even angry that soon we won’t be alone anymore. We know it will be about five minutes before they’re in the pool with us, so we decide to have one more fuck before we’re done. I lean back as if to float, she stands and straddles me, impaling herself on my throbbing cock. She slowly lies on top of me and starts fucking me while on top. I see her ass bobbing in the water and feel her tits on my chest. I love the feeling of her velvet cunt surrounding and squeezing my cock as she has her way with me. We hear car doors slamming, and we hurry our movements to cum quicker. She tries to stifle her screams this time and I try to quieten my moans as we cum one last time in this wonderful place. We both quiver in each others arms as we cum together and kiss each other, hands roaming all over each other.

Now we have to quickly find our clothes and get dressed. Just as we manage this, people are coming through the bush, laughing, talking and carrying lots of beer. All young guys. I know this is a dangerous situation for her and need to get her out of there before they get drunk, so we are putting on our shoes an packing our bags as they are getting undressed. They take delight in showing off their cocks to her and asking her to stay, and she looks embarrassed and is as anxious as I to leave. We reluctantly leave our special place and head down the trail to the van. At least we know that we can stop at any convenient place and screw again, but feel very sad because we have to leave. We realize that if we were with another couple, or group that we all knew that we would not have left and fucked all night long!

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“Pete, can I ask you something?”

My next door neighbor John was asking. We had been living next door to each other since I moved in four years ago after my last relationship ended. John and his wife Amanda had been living in their house for ten years and seemed to be quite the happily married couple. In the four years I’d known them I’d never heard them argue fight or even slam a door.

John and I were spending the day painting the fence that ran between our back yards. We were almost done when he asked that leading question.

“Pete, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah.”

I looked over the fence and John looked at me.

“What would you do if your wife had breast cancer?”

Whoa! He had said a lot here. I don’t have a wife. I don’t even have a girlfriend. Was he telling me that Amanda had breast cancer?

“John, does Amanda have breast cancer?”

“We don’t know, yet. She has a lump. She has an appointment on Monday.”

“God, she must be scared.”

“Me too.”

“You asked me what I’d do. I’d do everything I could to support her while she goes through this. Are you taking off work Monday to go with her?”

“She said not to. She said they were just going to do a needle biopsy and I didn’t need to be there.”

“You need to be there. She needs your support. Call in sick or something and be there. Hold her hand.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

He went back to painting and the conversation was over. When we finished and cleaned up we thanked each other and he went into his house and I went into mine.

I didn’t see either of them the rest of the weekend so I assumed they either were staying in and quiet or they had gone somewhere to get Amanda’s mind off the biopsy.

While I was at work on Monday I kept thinking about Amanda. Her picture kept coming into my mind. I saw her as she was last July 4th at the parade. Sandals, red, white and blue shorts and a halter top of red. I remembered how her breasts filled the halter and how when the fireworks started her nipples tightened and showed themselves poking at the material like they wanted freedom. She has great legs and I remembered watching her walking back to our neighborhood and wondering how they would feel.

When I got home on Monday it was about eight and John was sitting on his front porch steps. He looked like his best friend had died. I walked over and said hello.

“She has cancer, ” was all he said. He didn’t even look up.

“Damn. I’m sorry.”

“They want her to have surgery as soon as possible.”

I stayed quiet. I figured he would tell me everything he wanted to in time.

“Surgery is scheduled for Wednesday at nine in the morning. Sitting in the waiting room is gonna kill me.”

I thought: “Being in the operating room isn’t going to be much fun for Amanda either”. I’m smart enough not to say things like that out loud.

“They think a lumpectomy will get all of it.”

The front door opened and Amanda came out onto the porch. She was barefoot wearing a robe. Her face looked like she had been crying.

John stood and took her in his arms.

After a few moments she looked at me and I said, “I’m sorry. If there is anything I can do for you just let me know.”

After a few more seconds she said, “There is something. John is terrified of hospitals. Could you be with him on Wednesday while I am in surgery?”

“Of course. I’ll take off work and be there.”

“Thank you.” Her voice was almost a whisper.

They went back inside without another word and I went home. By ten o’clock I had surfed every channel on my cable and couldn’t get into anything so I shut it off and went to bed. By midnight I was asleep. Tuesday happened without my full attention. I was thinking about Amanda and John on and off all day. The single time when Amanda wasn’t on my mind was during a meeting at work when I was introduced to Barbara.

Barbara is a new analyst who transferred from New York to our office. She is taller than most of the women in our office and has dark red hair. I’d guess she is 5’8″ and her figure is what I say is softly feminine. Her hips aren’t big but noticeably larger than her slim waist. Her breasts look to be about “C” cups and the shape was difficult to tell because the bra she wore on Tuesday seemed to be in control. Barbara presented the picture of a pretty woman who was all business, and there was something sexy there too.

When the meeting was over Barbara walked out and my thoughts went back to the surgery.

That evening I saw John for just a minute and he told me that they needed to be at the hospital by seven the next morning, third floor, and he would meet me in the surgery waiting room shortly after seven. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

I arrived at the hospital at seven and was in the surgical waiting room by five after. I had a bag with a couple donuts and two cups of coffee with me. A little comfort food was called for.

John walked in at seven-fifteen. He was dressed in the same clothes he had worn the night before kozan escort and still looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He accepted the coffee and donut but I don’t think he actually knew he was eating or drinking. His thoughts were somewhere else. He didn’t say a word.

I read a People magazine from two years ago and a Scientific American from five years ago. There were four families in the waiting room during that time. They talked, moved around, cried and worried out loud. John never moved after he finished the donut and coffee.

At nine forty-five I asked John if he wanted to go for a walk. He shook his head “No.” At ten a doctor in scrubs came in and called for John. I had to help him up and out into the hallway.

“The surgery went well. The tumor was a bit larger than I thought but it didn’t look like it had spread. I am pretty sure we got all of it. Amanda will be in her room in about an hour and a half and we’ll call you then.”

The doctor asked if John had any questions and John didn’t say anything so the doctor turned and walked away.

John just stood there in the hallway. I waited for a couple of minutes and then I spoke.

“John, are you OK?”

“I hate hospitals. I think hospitals smell like death. I don’t know how people can work in hospitals.” The words came out slowly and with no emotion.

“John, listen to me. Amanda needs you to be here for her right now. She needs your love and support. What can we do so that you can be here for her? Do you need to step outside for a walk? Shall we go get lunch somewhere and then come back?”

He looked at me for long seconds then he answered, “I’m not hungry but maybe going for a walk would be good.”

“OK. Let’s go.” I suggested.

“No. You wait here. I need to be alone right now.”

John turned and walked down the hall. I watched him go and then went back in and sat down.

An hour and forty-five minutes later a nurse in scrubs opened the door and asked for John. He wasn’t back. I got up and followed the nurse into the hall.

“Your wife is in 326. You can see her now.”

She was about to say more when I interrupted. “I’m not her husband. He went for a walk and he isn’t back yet. I’m the next door neighbor.”

“Go and be with her. She needs some emotional support right now. I’ll check back in a few minutes to see if her husband has come back.”

I went to her room and when I entered she was asleep. I sat down and waited. I thought about how it was good that Amanda was asleep. She wouldn’t know that John wasn’t back yet. Maybe he would make it back before she woke up.

Half an hour went by and she opened her eyes. She looked around the room and when she saw me her eyes filled with tears. One or two fell, she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

I stayed. An hour went by and she woke up again.

She looked at me and said, “He’s gone isn’t he?”

“He went for a walk.”

“He’s gone.” Amanda said.

Amanda stuck out her hand and I took it. Her hand was soft and a little cold. She squeezed my hand and held on. A few minutes later I watched her fall back asleep. The next time Amanda looked at me it was night. John was not there. Her voice was soft and I just listened. She told me that John was so afraid of illness and injury that when she had sprained her ankle when they were engaged he almost called off the wedding. His parents had gotten sick when he was in middle school and died while he was at school. He never got over that.

Her eyes watched my face intently as Amanda spoke. She told me about her thoughts when the doctor told her about the surgery. She thought John would run away. He would never make it to her room. She told me she was glad I was there. I realized that I was glad I was there too.

At ten that night I reluctantly went home. John wasn’t home. I slept eventually and awoke often with thoughts about Amanda and John. The next morning I called my office and Barbara answered. I explained what had happened and Barbara said she would cover for me and wished Amanda a speedy recovery.

As I left my place I noticed that John’s car wasn’t there. I went over and knocked anyway. After a couple minutes and two more knocks I peeked in the window and almost died! The house was empty!

I tested the door and found it unlocked. Over the next few minutes I toured the house in shock. John had taken almost everything. All that was left were things that belonged to Amanda. Bathroom stuff and clothes mostly. On the kitchen counter I found an envelope addressed to Amanda and a key ring with two keys on it.

I took the envelope, the keys and some supplies for Amanda back to my place. There was no way I was letting Amanda see the inside of that house!

By eleven I was at the hospital and by eleven-thirty we were on the road home. Amanda didn’t ask if I had seen John. She just sat quietly in the car and cried. When we got home I parked in my driveway. I helped her out of the car and we took it slow and easy. This lady had been hurt enough already. kumluca escort I walked her to my front door.

“Take me home please.” Amanda said.

“Can’t. You’re staying here with me.”

I opened the door and helped her inside. Thinking ahead for once, I had turned down the bed.

On the bed were her nightgown and panties. I sat her on the bed next to them. When I sat down near Amanda she said, “He took everything.”

It was a statement. I nodded. Amanda blinked back tears. She kept looking at me.

“I want to get you into a warm nightgown and into bed.” I pointed at the one I had picked.

“How many beds do you have?” She asked. Her voice was a whisper.

“One. Yours.”

Together we sat her up and I helped her off with the baggy sweatshirt and sweat pants she had worn home from the hospital. She was embarrassed to have me see her all bandaged up, but we did it anyway. It wasn’t something I had ever done before, helping a woman change clothes but I knew it was what needed to be done. When I had her in the nightgown I started to help her into the bed. She stopped me and said, “I need to pee.”

I turned her the other way into the bathroom. At the toilet I turned her again and as I did I realized that if I let go and she bent to lower her panties she would fall. She realized it too.

“I need…”

“I know.”

On my knees I put her hands on my head for her balance, lifted her nightgown just high enough that I could reach her panties and pulled them down to her knees. I lifted the hem a bit and helped her sit. I let go of her and stepped back. A few seconds later she started to lean to one side and I stepped closer and held her.

Amanda held onto my arms and soon I heard the splash. When she was done she reached for some toilet paper but seemed unable to get the job done, so I took the paper from her and wiped her. Under other circumstances that would have been a very sexual moment. It was sensual and tender but not sexual.

It took three minutes or so to get her into bed. Nothing was said during all that time. When she was in and covered she looked up at me and said, “Where are you going to sleep?”

“I bought that couch because it is comfortable. I’ll be fine.”

She closed her eyes and I left the room, shutting off the light as I went. Ten minutes later I was in my shorts with a blanket pulled over me on the couch. Seconds later I was asleep.

I woke up suddenly. I had heard something unusual. I realized it was Amanda. I went into the bedroom and she spoke.

“I’m afraid.”

I knew it was Amanda but the voice sounded younger, like a young girl.

“You want a light on?” I asked.

“No. I want you.”

I walked over and sat next to her on the bed. She talked for a while and then said, “Get under the covers with me, please.”

Under these circumstances I was less than anxious to get into bed with her. I didn’t want to bump her and hurt her. I didn’t want her emotionally damaged any more than knowing her husband had taken off and abandoned her had already hurt her. I hesitated.

“Please.”

I slowly and carefully pulled the covers back and slid in next to her. She was warm and soft. She turned on her side facing away from me and I spooned up near her.

Soon her breathing slowed and she fully relaxed and was asleep. I made an effort to stay awake and not touch her but I failed.

When I woke up my arm was over her body and she was holding my hand. My body was fully spooned up behind her, touching from calf to head. Her butt pressed back against my early morning hard on. She really felt good. I didn’t want her to think I was a dirty old man so I started to back slowly away from her until she spoke.

“Don’t pull away. I like the way it feels.”

We lay still and quiet. I thought about how I would feel if my spouse had freaked and abandoned me as her’s had. I thought about how I had always thought Amanda was so cute and sexy in an innocent, athletic way. After those thoughts and a few others played around in my head I became more than aware that I needed to go.

“Amanda. I need to get up. I need the bathroom. I promise I’ll be back. I live here.”

She let go of my hand and I quickly made my way to the bathroom. When I came back I asked, “Do you need to go?”

“Yes. I think I can do it on my own.”

“I’ll help if you need it.”

I stood by the bed and watched as she got up. She didn’t use her right arm, keeping it tucked next to her body. After two steps she was moving well and closed the door behind her. While she was in the bathroom I got dressed. I needed and wanted to go to work.

When the door opened Amanda looked at me fully dressed and asked, “Are you going to work?”

I nodded and explained that I wanted her to stay here in bed all day. I got the portable phone and put it next to the bed. I wrote down my phone number at work and my cell number. I asked her not to leave the house. She said she had no where to go.

When I got to work Barbara came into lara escort my office and we talked about Amanda. She was very understanding and wanted to help. After we talked she and I went back to work.

At a little before noon Barbara popped in and asked, “What are you doing for lunch?”

“God, I’ve had so much on my mind I hadn’t thought about food!”

“Does that mean that Amanda is home in bed with no food either?”

“Yes, that’s what it means. We can pick up lunch and take it to her. Let’s go.”

Barbara took my hand and away we went. Two doors from our office we went into a great deli and got sandwiches and stuff for the two of us and some great chicken noodle soup for Amanda. I held the food and gave directions while Barbara drove.

Amanda was still in bed when we walked in. She was awake.

“Are you hungry?” Barbara and I asked as we walked in.

Amanda looked at us and nodded. Barbara sat on the side of the bed and opened the soup container. I helped Amanda sit up a little and Barbara fed her. Amanda was a little reluctant to attempt using the arm closest to the bandages. After a minute I felt useless and unneeded so I got out my sandwich and ate.

Between bites Barbara talked with Amanda. Barbara shared that she had also had lump surgery about a year before and they talked about recovery and pain. I listened but didn’t speak.

Barbara looked at me and seeing that I had finished my sandwich she said, “Here. You feed Amanda while I eat.”

I took the container and fed Amanda. Barbara came around to the other side of the bed and ate her sandwich while the three of us talked. Then Amanda looked at Barbara and asked, “Are you and Pete an item?”

“No. Just last week I started at the same company as Pete. We hardly know each other.”

I was about to say something when Barbara added, “Yet.”

I looked at her and she smiled.

When the soup was eaten and the sandwiches were gone I said Barbara and I needed to get back to work.

Amanda smiled and said, “I hope no one asks what you did for lunch.”

Barbara smiled and said, “If they ask I’ll just say we came to Pete’s and ate lunch in his bed.”

Both women laughed. Amanda stopped when it hurt. Barbara laughed all the way to the car.

When we were back at work no one asked.

At five I headed for my car and saw Barbara heading for hers.

I walked to her car and asked, “Want to share another meal in bed?”

“I don’t know. Will you start thinking I’m easy if I do?”

“Amanda likes you. I like you. We all need to eat. She’ll get her strength back quicker with friends around.”

“I’m not her friend. I just met her.”

“I’ve never met another person at her home other than the disappearing husband. Her answering machine doesn’t have a message on it. I think you and I are the closest she has to friends.”

“Is this your way of asking me on a date?”

“Do you want this to be a date?”

“Do you plan to get me in your bed again?”

“Yes.”

“Then this is a date.”

“What would you like for dinner?”

“Chinese. I think it is romantic to eat Chinese food from the containers sitting in bed.”

I gave her the key to my house. Told her that I would go get Chinese food and meet her at the house. I suggested that maybe she could help Amanda shower or get cleaned up some before I got there.

Barbara kissed me quickly on the cheek and got in her car. I went to mine and drove to the China Palace. On the way I called them and ordered what I thought we would all like.

When I arrived home I saw Barbara’s car parked in front. I got the two bags of food from the car and went in. I saw Barbara’s jacket draped over the back of my couch. I went into my bedroom and almost dropped the food.

Sitting up in bed was Amanda, no longer wearing the flannel nightgown but now wearing one of my t-shirts. Sitting next to her was Barbara, also wearing one of my t-shirts. From the waist down they were both under the covers. Both women had wet hair. Amanda’s bandages showed thru her t-shirt and Barbara’s braless breasts showed thru her t-shirt.

“You said to get her clean. I did. We changed her bandages, shampooed her hair and found something a bit more comfortable for both of us to wear. We hope you don’t mind too much.” Barbara said, smiling.

“Those are the happiest t-shirts I have ever seen.”

“I left one in the bathroom for you.”

“What?”

“If we are having an eat-Chinese-food-in-bed date you will be freshly showered and dressed for the occasion, please.”

“Please.” Amanda added.

I put the bags of food on the end of the bed and went into the bathroom. On the counter on one side of the sink I saw Barbara’s clothes neatly folded and stacked. On the other side of the sink a folded clean t-shirt from my drawer. I stripped down and got into the shower. I showered, shampooed and even shaved. When I toweled off I picked up the t-shirt and realized that there were no clean underwear to go with the underwear.

I pulled on the t-shirt and it came all the way down to the top of my groin. Then I noticed that there was a pair of pale blue panties on top of the stack of clothes that belonged to Barbara. That was all well and even exciting but she hadn’t had to walk across the bedroom with anyone of the opposite sex watching.

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It was a dark and stormy night outside the hospital ward, and from the windows only one bedside lamp could be seen amongst the sleeping patients. Matthew sat upright quietly reading a book whilst waiting for his last check of the day before he could go to sleep. It had been two days since the operation to remove his appendix and although it has all gone smoothly he was still having regular examinations to make sure everything was healing properly.

At eleven o’clock the night duty nurse appeared from between the curtains around his bed to do the nightly inspection. She was tall and slender with silky blonde hair neatly pinned up in a bun. Matthew hadn’t seen her before, but as she studied his charts was able to see from her ID tag that her name was Kate and she was still a trainee.

“This is my first night on duty alone, so you’ll have to tell me if I do anything wrong” said the young nurse smiling nervously.

“As long as you don’t amputate a leg, I’m sure I’ll be none the wiser” Matthew grinned as she began pulling back the bed sheets. Although these examinations had become routine after three days, he could not help feeling a little embarrassed lying naked beneath the gaze of such a beautiful girl who could not be older than 18 or 19. “Well everything looks alright,” she announced after checking his stitches and replacing the bandages. “Have you experienced any trouble with your circulation since the operation?” She queried.

“Um, I don’t think so” Matthew replied.

“Do your legs and feet feel ok, no swelling or numbness?”

“Nope.”

“And, err, what about your penis” she asked hesitantly looking up shyly from behind her clipboard.

“Uh, I don’t know” Matthew answered, already turning crimson with embarrassment.

“Ok. I had better take a quick look to check that the anaesthetic hasn’t caused any blood clots.” And she pulled the sheets down further to reveal his penis. Matthew lay there unable to move as the young nurse gently felt and squeezed his penis checking its length for any lumps or abnormalities. Her hands were so soft kocasinan escort and warm as she touched him, that even against his will he began to feel himself swell and stiffen in her hand. The young girl pretended not to notice the effect she was having on him, but by the time she had completed her examination his penis was standing hard and rigid.

“Oh dear” she exclaimed looking at his erection for the first time. “Well at least we don’t have to worry about any circulation problems,” she joked trying to ease his obvious embarrassment.

“Don’t worry its quite normal. I’ll just go and get the vacuum pump to relieve you”

“I’m sure it will go down” Matthew stammered in fear. He had heard about the vacuum pump already. By all accounts it was an extremely uncomfortable contraption; fitting over the penis, air was pumped out of the tube until the pressure built to such a degree that the semen was literally sucked out from inside you. It had a reputation for being horrifically undignified and not completely painless.

“Don’t be silly” she answered. “If there is still anaesthetic in your blood then it won’t disperse properly and your penis will become very uncomfortable.” Without anymore argument she disappeared between the curtains to fetch the infamous pump.

Matthew lay there silently cursing his penis which was still standing defiantly upright when the young nurse returned looking worried.

“I can’t find the vacuum pump” she said biting her lip with anxiety. “And I’ll get into so much trouble if I have to call down a senior nurse at this time of night. I suppose I could always…” Her voice trailed off as she wrestled with herself trying to make a decision.

“Would it be ok if I relieved you the old fashioned way?” she asked, her worried eyes imploring him to help her out of her predicament.

“Um, I suppose so” Matthew replied, wondering what horrible contraption could be considered old-fashioned in comparison to the vacuum pump.

She smiled at him nervously, but instead of leaving to konak escort get the alternative equipment, she sat down on the edge of the bed at his knees. With one last embarrassed smile she took his erection in her small hand, pulled back his foreskin, and lent forwards taking his penis into her mouth. Matthew gasped as he realised what was happening, but before he could speak his mind was clouded by waves of delirious pleasure as her lips closed around his rigid cock. Her mouth was hot and wet, and he could feel her soft lips sliding down over his swollen head as she took him deeper.

Matthew could do nothing but groan as she began to build a steady rhythm sucking him in and out of her mouth and stroking his shaft in her hand. The sight was completely mesmerising and he could only watch transfixed as the beautiful young girl sucked his throbbing penis. She seemed to be completely lost in her task with her eyes closed and her head bobbing up and down as she took him deep into her mouth in long urgent strokes. Soon she began making delicious slurping noises as her combination of sucking and stroking increased in speed, and Matthew knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. Yet as he approached the brink of ejaculation she pulled away from his penis leaving it wet and rigid.

Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were engorged, and long strands of golden hair framed her pretty face from where they had escaped her neat bun. “It doesn’t seem to be working” she said mournfully. “I’ll have to try something else.”

Matthew was about to tell her that she couldn’t be more wrong, when she slipped off the bed and began pulling her uniform up over her shapely hips. He was instantly silenced by the perfect vision of her and the small white knickers which separated her soft thighs from her slender belly.

“Do you think you could cum if I put you inside my vagina?” she asked looking hopeful.

“I, I think so” Matthew stammered, and she smiled warmly at him as she pulled off her knickers.

Seeing the neat triangle of soft hair between konyaaltı escort her thighs made Matthew’s erection twitch and throb, and his heart raced as she climbed back onto the bed kneeling astride him.

“Tell me if I hurt your stitches” she advised him tenderly, and pressed his penis to the entrance of her vagina.

The young nurse lowered herself onto him, and his swollen head stretched her tight vagina as it pushed slowly up inside her. A long groan escaped her lips and her eyelids fluttered as she felt inch after inch penetrating her. She slowly sank down the entire length of his enlarged penis until he was completely buried within her. The feeling of her moist folds gripping his erection was truly heavenly and Matthew knew he wouldn’t last long.

“Are you ready?” she asked breathlessly, and began to move up and down on his shaft. With her hands resting on his chest for support Kate brought her whole body forward until only the head of his engorged cock was gripped by her stretched vagina, and then pushed back making him slide up deep inside her.

“Ohhh faster” gasped Matthew lost beneath the waves of pleasure she was creating. Her small breasts jiggled and strained against the material of her uniform as her breathing became quicker, and she lifted herself up and down on his throbbing penis with greater intensity. The speed of her thrusting became faster and faster, and Kate groaned as her own excitement mounted. With one final thrust she drove his entire length inside her and threw her head back, her whole body shuddering with her orgasm. The added sensation of her vice-like vagina spasming around his erection pushed Matthew over the edge too, and he spurted long hot jets of semen deep inside her.

The young nurse quickly recovered from her climax and suddenly remembered her patient. “Have you come?” she asked desperately still panting from her exertions.

“Yes thank you” Matthew answered lamely, his mind still struggling to comprehend the unbelievable thing that had just happened. She smiled sweetly at him and lifted herself off his already subsiding penis. After slipping on her knickers and smoothing down her uniform, she lent over and kissed him tenderly on the cheek.

“Thank you, for not getting me into trouble” she beamed, “and thanks for the orgasm too.” Without looking back she disappeared between the curtains.

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I was working for a company 300 miles from home, so that meant driving up Monday, staying there, and driving home Friday. Tired of the Ramada Inn, I got the company to rent me an apartment.

It was a small duplex in a lower-class part of this small Ohio city. Over some weeks, I started running into some of my fellow apartment dwellers.

I found the apartment across the hall was inhabited by two Hispanic sisters, one in her early 20s and the other perhaps a decade older. They were earthy and not unattractive. Always wore jeans and sweatshirts. Had great smiles.

I’m a good cook, so one day I asked if they’d like to come over for dinner some night. They said they would and we made a date for that Wednesday. I decided to make lasagna, meat balls and salad. My lasagna is killer. Also, I could make it ahead and wouldn’t have to run around the kitchen while my guests waited.

The ladies arrived on time and when I opened the door my eyes just about popped out of my head. They were both dolled up in slinky dresses and heels, make-up, hair down, and just a hint of perfume.

Estella, the older one, wore red, and Maria black. They greeted me with hugs and exclaimed how good it smelled in my apartment. I opened a bottle of Sangiovese, poured us all a glass and led them into the living room.

They sat on the sofa and I opposite. We chatted and sipped wine. Small talk about the apartment building and neighborhood, where we worked and so on. They both seemed so happy to be there. It occurred to me that perhaps no man had ever offered to cook for them.

After about 20 minutes I excused myself to finish preparations. I took the lasagna and meat balls out of the oven where they had been warming and transferred them to serving dishes. I dressed the salad with extra virgin olive oil, red wine vinegar and sea salt. I brought the food to the table. I lit candles on the table and around the dining area and lowered the lights. I opened another bottle of wine and poured it. I also poured glasses of San Pellegrino water. Then I returned to the living room and escorted the ladies to the dining area.

It was clear Estella and Maria were pleased by the setting. I offered a toast to good company and we started eating. The ladies exclaimed with each first bite of lasagna and meat balls how good the food was, and they were not shy or picky eaters like some women.

When we were all done eating, I told them I had prepared a special dessert, but I knew we were too full to enjoy it right then. Would they like to stay a while longer? They looked at each other and Estella, said “yes.”

I led them back to the living room and put on my favorite Dean Martin CD. I asked Estella if she’d like to dance and she again said “yes.” I’m not much of a dancer, kestel escort but when a ballad is on I know what to do. I held her close, my left hand clasping her right and my right hand on the small of her back. We stepped slowly with the music. She rested her cheek against mine.

When “Non Dimenticar” ended and “Everybody Loves Somebody” began I asked Maria, the younger sister, to dance. She seemed shy about it, but Estella encouraged her. This song had a faster beat, and so she wouldn’t be self-conscious, I stood slightly apart from her as we danced. But I looked in her eyes. I think perhaps she had never slow danced before, but I could see she liked it.

After that dance, Estella patted the middle seat on the sofa, indicating I should sit there on her left. She gave a knowing look to Maria, who sat to my left. As Dino played on, Estella leaned over, put her hand on my chest, closed her eyes and we kissed. And we kissed.

After a few minutes of this I was worried Maria would be embarrassed or uncomfortable as this was going on, but then I felt a hand on my left thigh that moved up my body to my right cheek and pulled my head away from Estella to face her sister.

Maria looked in my eyes and then slammed her mouth to mine. Quickly her tongue was in my mouth flicking hither and yon, while both hands held my face in place. And then I felt a hand on my right thigh that moved gently over what was now a visible bulge in my pants and back to rest on my thigh.

Then I heard Estella ask if it was time for dessert. Indeed.

* * *

Tiramisu is one of those foods that, once they become ubiquitous on restaurant menus, begin to lose their authenticity and descend into mediocrity. But made authentically, it is as stimulating and sensual a dessert as one can find.

Italian ladyfingers are dipped in a mixture of espresso and sweet Marsala wine and placed in the bottom of a baking dish. Luscious mascarpone cheese is combined with eggs, sugar and whipped cream, and layered over the ladyfingers. Then repeat with another layer of wine and espresso dipped ladyfingers, and another layer of the creamy cheese mixture. Chill overnight and just before serving, top with shavings of bittersweet chocolate.

I brought this confection to the living room, setting it on a table before Estella and Maria. I brought one plate and one fork.

I cut a serving from the baking dish and placed it on the plate. Took the fork, cut a mouthful, and brought it to Estella’s lips. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth and drew it in. A moan escaped her as the smooth richness hit her.

I took another forkful and offered it to Maria. She smiled at me and then chomped down on the fork, sucking the cake into her mouth. But then kırıkhan escort her eyes closed too as she ate it.

Then I took a forkful for myself, began eating it, took Estella’s face in my hands and began to kiss her, the natural flavors of our mouths mixing with the cheese, cream, coffee and chocolate flavors of the tiramisu.

Maria began unbuttoning my shirt, then reached for the baking dish and scooped up some of the mascarpone in her hand. Seductively, she licked a little of it and then circled her creamy finger around my nipple, depositing a dollop there. She leaned over and licked it up and then sucked at my nipple. Now my eyes closed.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Estella doing the same thing to my other nipple. Now both sisters were sucking at my nipples, and I could feel my cock trying to burst through its cloth jail.

It didn’t have to wait long as Estella undid my belt, unzipped my pants and pulled that fella to freedom. Now she took a big bite of the tiramisu, bent down and engulfed my cock with her creamy mouth.

The feeling was divine. Her tongue twirled around, licking and sucking at me and the dessert at the same time. Meanwhile Maria fed me a bite of the cake and then dove her tongue back into my mouth as we lapped at the food and each other.

Now Estella came up for air and motioned for me to unzip her dress, which I was happy to do. She stood and it dropped to the floor. She then removed her lacy bra, revealing beautifully shaped, soft breasts. Estella grabbed a chunk of dessert with each hand and smeared it on her breasts, inviting me to lick and suck as I palpated them with both hands.

Estella’s breathing quickened, and as I continued my lucky task, I felt Maria’s mouth around my cock, she pumping up and down with her hands as she flicked, licked and sucked at me. I collapsed back against the sofa, my head spinning.

But Estella was too far along to let me rest. She pulled off her panties, climbed up on the sofa and pushed her mound right into my face. What could I do? I began licking softly and slowly. She moaned and I continued, picking up speed and stiffening my tongue just a bit as I reached up to fondle and pinch one nipple, and with my other hand stuck I finger in her pussy.

Her knees weakened, but she stayed aloft as I continued. I realized Maria had stopped her ministrations and must have been watching. But then I again felt her mouth on my cock, her tongue all over it and trailing down to my balls. It felt wonderful, but now I was not to be distracted from my mission.

Estella started rotating her pelvis in rhythm with my licks and my finger pumping and nipple tweaking, faster and with greater force against my mouth until she let out a deep kızılay escort moan. I felt the contractions against my finger. She was still for just a moment and then collapsed into me, her body pushing Maria away, her mouth finding mine and her pussy hard against my vertical cock.

As I was consumed by the tastes, smells and sensations, I wondered what would happen next.

* * *

I didn’t have to wait long. As Estella continued rubbing herself against me and giving me slow, sloppy kisses, I opened my eyes and saw Maria stripping. She had a determined look in her eyes.

My eyes were happier than ever, spying her young, very firm breasts with long, erect nipples, and her close-trimmed pussy, very different from her sister’s free flowing forest.

Maria grabbed my hand to pull me up and Estella obligingly rolled over, sinking into the sofa with a dreamy look.

Now Maria and I were standing, facing each other. She put my hands on her breasts and pushed down on my head. I sank to my knees and started lapping at her pussy while my fingers squeezed her nipples. Her clit grew and I began circling it with my tongue. Maria began making guttural noises and her hands pressed hard into my skull.

I took one hand away from a breast and plunged a finger, then two, into her pussy, squeezing her nipple in time with my finger thrusts. I could tell she was getting close, and her juices ran down her thighs and all over my hand.

Now I stood up, turned her around and got my first view of her beautiful firm ass. I massaged her breasts for a moment, then told her to bend over and grab her ankles.

While she waited in that position, I walked over to a side table, pulled out a drawer and found a condom. I put the rubber on, walked back over and guided my cock into her pussy opening, grasped her hips and entered her.

I began fucking her hard. I reached one hand around and found her clit, and moved my other hand to a breast and held on. Her body jerked with each hard thrust of mine. Her head hung limp and her disheveled hair trickled down to the floor. I began rubbing faster.

Now her sounds were high pitched. I continued pounding into her and rubbing harder and faster. Then she gasped and went silent. I could feel the contractions beginning. As they got stronger she let out a scream.

This was all getting to be too much for me. I slowed my thrusts so I could hang on a little longer and savor the experience.

Estella was behind me now, rubbing up against me. She put her arms around me, rubbed my chest and then began playing with my nipples. Then one hand went down to my ass and underneath, caressing my balls.

I closed my eyes and gave in to my orgasm. It felt like I was shooting gallons of cum into Maria. Instead of my usual short and intense climax, this was long and deep.

When I was done, I carefully pulled out and the three of us collapsed onto the carpet. There were caresses and quiet kisses for some minutes.

Then Estella looked at me, smiled, and said, “Aren’t you going to offer us coffee?”

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Seasoned globe-trotting playboy, Sean Lucas, stopped early into banging his much younger second wife (his first darling died carelessly from a drug overdose) and called, ‘Coitus interruptus’ and withdrew from cute Ruby’s vagina.

Ruby, who was rather unworldly and not particularly literate, which was part of her attraction to the professional travel writer, called indignantly, dabbing at sweat with a towel, “Why did you stop and what the hell does coitus whatever mean?”

Grinning, her handsome husband (41) said it was a very old term to describe withdrawing from fucking before ejaculation.

“But why? We had decided before coming to this wilderness location in this damn forsaken country called, um, called something…”

“New Zealand,” Sean said helpfully.

“Yes, thanks… we’ll try for a baby on our honeymoon and the thought of fucking with a purpose would give me something really worthwhile to focus on while you fish with oddly named artificial flies.”

“Yes, but look where you are, marooned in a remote area of wilderness raw beauty that even Mr Darwin himself would call nature’s paradise, because of the virtual cessation of internal and international travel, leaving us in limbo here due to the deadly virus sweeping the Globe.”

“What, because of that thing called Lockdown by the Government here?”

“Yes, and as I have already said, it surely places us at the remote edge of a coronavirus infection.”

“I’d be safer back in Chicago.”

“Bullshit.”

“That’s not gentlemanly is it?”

“I apologise,” said her first husband whom she had known for not quite two months.

The direct pragmatism of Ruby, the way she naively trusted him and other people close to him, her eagerness to connect in sex because she bluntly admitted she adored being fucked into near exhaustion, and her childlike simplistic vision of life among other things, had compelled Sean to buy and thrust an engagement ring at her, thrilling Ruby Smith no end.

And why was that?

He’d asked that question, thinking it might be because his parents were mega-wealthy, and she admired him hugely, err probably, for being fit and good looking and marrying him would lock her into an exciting lifestyle and he’d provide her with clothing and beautiful jewellery to keep her up with the Jones’ girls of the word.

But no.

Simplistic Ruby cut through the bullshit with practised ease and said, “It’s because you have a beautiful cock and can use it so expertly that my eyes and my heart feel they are near to bursting and I’m on a ride to the moon whenever you bang me.”

Christ, little wonder he idolized her!

Although little of anything now surprised Sean in his very active life, the enormity and believability of Ruby’s reply really rocked him. That almost convinced him that she was for him, and once he found she was big into sport and exciting recreational activities, she loved swimming and skiing that were his two favourite ways of stepping away from the hard and wearing lifestyle, she fucked well, travelled well, rarely bitched about anything, and was a marvellous cook even under pressure. That inspired him to think of marrying her,”

However, there were two minuses: she didn’t like fishing and she didn’t like him wearing condoms, but they were minor things, really.

“I did ask several minutes ago why did you stop fucking me? That could have been the very time I was poised to become pregnant.”

“Yeah, sorry. I reacted instinctively kemalpaşa escort and halted when something big popped into my head. I’d realized that I hadn’t warned you that pregnancy could mean that we would be bringing a child into a very troubled world.”

“Oh really. That was rather bad timing don’t you think?”

“Ah yes, but I was being responsible.”

“What, you really do love me?”

“Absolutely.”

“That’s almost a solid assurance.”

“Bitch,” Sean laughed, sweeping his fringe upwards while Ruby looked at his practically dancing green eyes.

She said firmly that he’d never asked her should they have children and how many had she thought of birthing. She’d said she’d answered his mother questions on her thoughts about children but perhaps his mother had not told Sean what she had been told

“No, mum said nothing about that to me but she has told me a couple of times in recent years that she and dad would like grandchildren and that my sister Eris’ uncertain life expectancy is a threat to her having children, being a TV journalist working in war zones on contract recently renewed for another five years.”

Rub said politely, “Sean, you have never said anything about fathering children to me.”

“You never asked.”

“I’m asking now.”

“Two.”

“Same as me, except I’d like to keep going until we had both a girl and a boy.”

“That could mean um having 10 births before getting both sexes.”

“It could.”

“Ruby, stuff has been written about ways to help pre-determine the sex of a child being male or female.”

“Good god, fancy that. Where do I find books on that subject?”

“Don’t bother going to the library to find such books. Go online. I’ll assist you with the searching.”

“Are the ways discussing the sexing ID, prior to conception, reliable?”

“Yes and no. You’ll find in many cases support or rejection of the various method and reject the ones you think are definitely not for you or appear ridiculous beyond belief. I wouldn’t mind being consulted on anything you decide because the thought of you wearing a bag of a powerful crushed garlic in your panties or between your boobs might seem rather obnoxious to me.”

Ruby giggled and looking out of the window said, “That morning mist on this occasion appears to be an all-day event. We should either resume having sex or shower and I’ll serve very late lunch with a bottle of something and we begin discussion whether we could bring a child into this world.”

* * *

On to her third quarter-filled glass of wine, Ruby with her natural blonde hair dyed for highlighting, with the strange choice of auburn colouring, ran her tongue expertly over her top lip delicately and said, “This very dry Riesling from Fenton Road in the Bannockburn area in Central Otago, I rate as the best white wine for me that I’ve ever tasted. As you know, my mother’s preferred taste was directed at fine teas whereas from the age of fifteen, I grew up tasting wines with my father in Victoria, Australian, where he was a wine competition judge and professional wine reviews writer for several international wine magazines.”

“Yeah, a nice drop with fantastic acidity,” Sean said. “But you know my preferences are Champagne, or lager beer prior to eating and a solid red with a meal.”

“You know Sean, when we arrived here in Southern New Zealand in the eve of a national lockdown aimed at preventing the rampant kemer escort spread of the corona-virus with immediate restrictions on travel movements and cessation of most domestic and international airflights, I’m left feeling marooned here at this premium-priced fly-fishing lodge.”

“Yeah, marvellous eh? Rugged and rising mountainous views and close-by diamond-clear network of small rivers the tantalizing view of trout rising at the water surfaces feeding on the nightfall emergence of flying insects, stated the website guff and yet, what did we see? Very little after 30 metres due to the deepening mist.”

“Being truthful Sean, I thought only for the first hour, that it was not to bad being trapped here, when touring the beautifully architecturally redesigned fairly recently built huge woolshed, converting it into a modern lodge and then saw our wing that had been the shearer’s living quarters left in its weathered cladding of rough-sawn vertical-timber slabs. I almost puked. Fortunately, when we entered our suite, we found it to be sumptuous with absolutely beautiful fittings and furnishings.”

“Yeah, all up our arrival here produced a mix bag of heart-sinking and then soaring impressions, helped by my experience of rushing out in the gathering gloom as soon as I’d signed for my fishing licence, grabbed my hired fishing gear and caught the second or third largest trout I’ve ever caught, on my third cast of a fly called Dancing Wings on the evening rise only sixty paces from the main entrance of the lodge.”

“I felt I was in trout fishing heaven until an angler arriving at the lodge from upstream, eyed my trout and said, “That’s a bit on the small side. Try your luck at dawn in the morning about a mile upstream from here sign-posted ‘Miner’s Laundry’, and you may catch a trophy trout. The bend is where miners some 150 years or so ago used to wash their clothes in the rapids feeding into the murky pool.”

“The guy raises cattle out from a place up north called Taihape and has invited us to dine with him and his wife at 9.00 this evening, meeting at 8.30 for a pre-dinner snort, that probable means a whisky or similar.”

“That’s very nice love. While you were away, a suited guy, probably the night manager tried to explain to me we need to maintain being in our ‘bubble’ and diligently practice social distancing, whatever all that means. He had a drawling accent and rolled the ends of words that made him difficult to understand.”

He’s probably from the hills, and now living in civilisation.”

“Civilisation here can’t be right darling. The receptionist said that here in Central Otago the region is sparsely populated with probably more wild cats than people per square mile in most of this part of the province except for the tourist towns of Queenstown and Wanaka.”

“Which are where?”

“I have no idea, Ruby. “But a good guess would be where the majority of people are.”

“Way, way off in the mist.”

“Yeah, good thinking Ruby.”

“Let’s go to our suite for protected sex, and then a bath for you and I’ll shower and get ready for dinner and while you are still in the bath wondering what to wear tonight, I’ll begin talking about bringing a baby into this increasingly rugged world of ours.”

“Will it be a lecture?”

“No, a discussion.”

“Right, I’ll hold you to that because I need to share my views, too.”

“That’s understandable and talk to me as if you were talking to keşan escort your girlfriends about it, holding nothing back from me and you do the same.”

“I really don’t know who your girlfriends are, not even that noisy lot who attended our wedding.”

“God, you can be so such a clown at times. I meant talk to me as if you were talking to one of you more experienced buddies.”

“None of my buddies are as informed about sexual intercourse the therein and thereafter as I am.”

“Sean, stop it. I don’t wish you to have nightmares about you becoming spooked into having nightmares about the possibility of me coming after you and swinging an axe.”

“Okay, okay, quieten down Ruby and I’ll participate as best as I can, even stopping just short of telling you to best chance of you having a daughter is when you are coming out of having you-know what?”

“No, what’s a you-know-what?”

“Please Ruby, don’t make me say it.’

“Very well. At least it satisfies me that we are on the verge about having a full and frank discussion about when is it time to fuck to have a female baby and when to have a male…”

“Sean, why are you running away…?”

“Got to puke,” he said and then cupping as hand over his mouth.

Ruby chuckled, remembering a similar performance she encountered the first nigh they were having sex and she’d asked him to lick her ass. His parents were Baptists and so the poor sod would have been raised on the pretence there was no such a thing as having sex simply for the joy of having sex.

* * *

The meal was great as was the company from the couple from well up north, and Sean was pissed (drunk) enough for Ruby to talk him into sex on the pretext that she required as heavy ejaculation from him to flush out her innards. He was revolted by the thought but obliged.

Next morning, still pissed, he staggered along something called a bridled path without spotting any brides until he came to a sign that stated, ‘Miners’ Laundry Rapids.”

He sucked his angry-looking artificial fly to give it sex appeal to a trout, male or female, and winding in his first cast in the pool at the base of the rapids, hooked a huge daddy rainbow trout.

Sean was elated, but ready to cry. He was alone in the wilderness, with no one to witness his magnificent angler’s skill at hooking and landing such a magnificent trout, and landing it he did.

Sean photographed the giant trout at his feet and then set his camera on a boulder, captured himself boastfully cradling his catch in his arms, knowing that his mates back home would suspect of photographic doctoring because no trophy trout could be that be that big.”

He shrugged and did the decent thing: he carefully placed the grandpa trout back into the water, hook removed, and watched it leisurely swim off into the murky depths to live for another 10 years or whatever it would take before it reached 100 years old.

He arrived back to find Ruby highly excited and wondered how the hell did she know about his greatest catch.

“I took a call from the travel agent and he says the Government is easing the Lockdown to allow foreign nationals to return to their home countries. Omigod, I’m so excited and probably you’ll get me pregnant on the aircraft tonight when we once more qualify for the Mile-High Fucking Club.

Sean was tempted to say he would stay but she should go, but then focussed on her happy face and her aroused nipples and mused he’d fuck her on the plane to give the world a great male or female future jet pilot. He could return to the lodge in a year’s time – without Ruby and their howling child – to see if he could catch the father of the huge trout that he’d less than an hour ago had lovingly released back into nature’s waters.

The End

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God did not bless me with looks, personality, features or riches which are all the pre-requisites for wooing women. But what he gave me as compensation were innumerable chances for satisfying my lust. I have had quite a few casual encounters of sexual intercourse with women. All women in my stories are above 26 yrs of age, quite beautiful with well-endowed feminine features.

Today, I am narrating another true incident of mine, where I had a spontaneous sexual intercourse with a close family friend of ours in the heat of the moment.

This was the time, when I was a bachelor of around 32 yrs of age & was staying in a rented flat in Navi Mumbai. I was employed as a Senior Manager with a top Indian private firm. Due to my knowledge & gentlemanly behaviours, I became quickly well-known in my locality for my knowledge & helpful nature.

My Landlord was a 42 yrs old gentleman employed as a technician in a Indian Govt enterprise. Although my landlord looked physically fit, he was acutely suffering from a litany of chronic diseases like hydrocele, gallstone & diabetes. He was exhausted due to the frequent trips to Hospitals & diagnostic centres. However, he was very friendly with me & trusted me for advice regarding financial & other matters. He had a college going son & since I had a brilliant academic & professional career record, he frequently used to consult me on matters regarding his sons higher education, coaching classed, future career, etc.

Since my landlord was not a very educated man, he was barely conversant with modern technologies like Internet, Online Banking and Transactions like Filling College forms, etc. Hence, at the first week of every month, I had to visit his house for handing over the Rent in cash for the accommodation to him. For the first few months, when I used to visit his house for paying the rent, he used to call me inside his house for snacks & tea.

I used to politely refuse every time with the excuse that the lunch break would be over shortly & my boss would be expecting me anytime & hence every time he would call me inside, I would politely refuse with the assurance that next time I will surely join him for tea.

So for the next couple of months, I used to hand over the rent in cash to him across the door grill & run back to my office. Couple of months later, once or twice, when I visited his house during the evening hours, he would politely pressurise me to have tea & snacks in the house as he was feeling very bad that I had to take the trouble of visiting his house which was quite a distance from my house & office. I reluctantly obliged him by having tea only once or twice.

His wife brought the tea cups, snacks & biscuits in a tray and kept the tray on the drawing room table. For the first time, I got to see his wife. His wife was a good looking, 5 ft 4 in tall, middle-aged housewife around 36-39 yrs of age and was a little plump like all Indian woman of her age. I could see her fair & smooth lustrous skin shining from far and even at this age she still possessed headful of knee-length jet black hair. She was wearing a loose fitting maxi gown in her house.

When she bent down to keep the snacks tray on the table, the front of her maxi opened up quite a bit & I was blessed by the sight of her round, shapely massive boobs hanging from her chest in gravity. I felt my face getting flushed with excitement, which was quite natural for a pure virgin. I am sure she was completely unaware of what she was doing to me at that time.

Due to the age gap between us, I used to call them uncle & aunty and at that point of time there was no lascivious desires floating in my mind towards my landlady. Sometimes when the landlord was not at home, his wife would open the door & take the documents from me through the door grill. She would ask me to wait inside her house for uncle, but I politely refused it every time.

Then one day, when I called up landlord uncle to inform him that I would be coming home for paying the rent during Lunch break, Uncle told me that he was in a day shift & regretted that he would not be able to meet me at Lunch break. He requested me to handover the Rent in a cover envelope to his wife. I agreed to his request & assured him that I would do the needful.

Lunchtime at Central Govt Offices in India is usually between 2 PM & 3 PM. My workload was relatively less that day & I was thinking of ending the day early. I was formally dressed that day with blue-pin striped shirt, black trousers & shoes. On the way home, I had planned to hand over the Rent to Aunty on the way to home.

I wrapped up my remaining work by 3 PM, shut down my computer, packed my Laptop bag & rushed for home. I withdrew some cash from the ATM opposite my office & took an Auto towards the Landlords house. I counted the cash for the rent & kept it separately in a brown cover envelope for convenience while handing over karşıyaka escort the money. This is the first time I was handing the money over to the Landlords wife. The Landlords house was in a Govt colony. In India residential colonies built for Govt/Public sector employees are very beautiful with vast expanse of greenery, rows of trees, manicured lawns & well-maintained footpaths. Due to the presence of many large shady fruit bearing trees in the campus, the temperature inside the rooms were quite cool in contrast to the outside city temperature.

I get normally irritated having to pay the rent every time in cash instead of online banking as online banking saved travelling time as well as the needless activities like counting of notes. Little did I guess the unprecedented benefits I would get today by handing over the money personally.

I reached her flat she said Uncle would come at 7 PM after the General shift. She also added that her son had gone to his college and would return late evening BY 8 PM after finishing additional tutorial classes.

She told me to wait in the drawing room chair for 5 min while she brings the tea. She was wearing a long flowing sleeveless maxi gown which had big yellow floral patterns on it. From her face, it appeared as if she had woken up from a afternoon nap. She soon came back with the tray containing hot cups of tea & banana chips. She settled herself across the table in the chair facing me & began the conversation.

She asked me some very general queries which usually any parent would have regarding their ward. Some of the questions were like whether an Engineering or career in medicine would be good for her son. Other questions were whether I was facing any problems in her flat like leakage etc or a few enquiries regarding her neighbours.

She enquired whether I was paying the Electricity Bills & Society maintenance dues in time. I replied by saying that since I pay the electric bills online thru the internet, there was no chance that any bill would have missed the deadline. I also informed her that nowadays most utility bill payments can be made online through internet banking, whats more she can also see the status updates of many applications like Gas Booking, etc. Emails etc. I told her how in many ways computers & Internet had made life easier for us.

Due to my detailed explanation of the benefits of computer, her interest grew in the subject & she admitted that it was a bit embarrassing for her when all her friends were computer-literate except her. She began to deeply regret her ignorance of the computer & internet. At this she further informed me that though she was a Graduate in English Literature, she was almost fully computer illiterate.

I assured her that learning internet was not as difficult as it seemed to her & told her that it was very easy to learn basic computers & it can be learnt even within a day. I also added that anyone at any age can learn basic computers & internet. On hearing that internet can be learned by anyone even within a day, she got very excited & requested me politely if I can spare sometime for her now to teach me a little about computers & the internet. She also thanked me profusely for not laughing at her little knowledge of the internet.

She informed me that they had a Laptop at home and occasionally her son does some study exercises on the Laptop. I asked her whether she had an internet connection and she said yes, they had taken an internet connection dongle from Reliance for their son a year ago. It seemed to me that she was so occupied with household chores, she had never asked her son to help her learn computers.

Despite being in a hurry to go home, I reluctantly stayed back to teach her computers for some time. I told her to bring the Laptop. She said it was in her bedroom & she will bring it immediately. As she turned & went to her bedroom to bring the Laptop, my eyes followed her movement and noticed her round & meaty derriere swaying side to side like a pendulum. A part of the gown was even stuck in the cavity between her butt cheeks.

In the bright daylight streaming thru the window, the faint outline of her dark panty became dimly visible. She soon brought the Laptop & told me to sit beside her in the large diwan cum bed near the TV. The diwan was placed parallel to the drawing room window near the TV. After connecting the Laptop Power Supply to the power socket, I settled into the diwan beside her. She was already seated on the diwan, holding the Laptop on her Lap.

While I moved to switch on the laptop button in front of her, my right hand slightly brushed her arm. She didn’t mind the accidental brush and so I let my fingers rest on her laptop with my right arm remaining in contact with her left arm. Due to the gap between us, as I was typing on Laptop keyboard, my extended right arm was constantly kartepe escort moving & brushing against her left arm which was making it difficult for me to position the cursor. Her gaze was focussed on the computer screen.

She recognised my difficulty & moved closer to me. In doing so, she moved so closer to me that while my right hand was having easy access to the Laptop keyboard, a peculiar situation developed wherein now my right thigh came in close contact with her left thigh. The touch of our thighs sent waves of passionate excitement thru my body, but my landlady did not show any signs of excitement. I continued to teach her how to open the internet explorer from the Windows menu and how to open important sites like Google, Yahoo, etc. As I was opening & closing MS-Windows, websites & clicking on several tabs, many times my elbow was touched & brushed against her lap accidentally. I was continuously opening various applications & sites & was patiently explaining the details to her lucidly.

Suddenly, in the midst of the learning session, the Laptop began to slip away from her lap & fall down. In a split second, I reached with both hands to arrest the fall of the laptop and in the process both my hands were on her lap and one in the intimate inside of her left thigh. I felt the soft smooth tender skin of her white thighs. Her maxi gown had slipped a little upwards. She let out a big & loud O-O-Oooo and pulled the Laptop back. During this her fingers also just touched my fingers on her thigh.

To prevent the Laptop from falling any further, I moved closer to her & now while my fingers were busy on the laptop, my elbow was resting on her thighs & my right arm was just slightly pressed on her breasts. Suddenly, she moved forward towards the Laptop to see something particular on the screen & in the process increasing the pressure of my right arm on her massive boobs. Back & forth movements of my hand on the Laptop caused constant pressing of her boobs by the back of my right arm.

After some time, I pressed the back of my right arm onto her boobs & kept it still and with this I tried to control the computer. She also moved more forward a little bit. I asked her to type a few characters & sentences on the Laptop in MS-WORD. I pulled out my right hand from the laptop and while she began to type I applied a little pressure of my right arm on her left arm and slowly brought my palm up. I slightly touched the side of her right breast with my finger knuckles. Then slowly, I allowed my fingers to creep into her armpit. I was doing this very slowly because it was still not clear to me whether this was happening innocently or on purpose. My fingers gained some more confidence and crossed her armpit to now begin lightly touching her right breast. As I received no resistance despite the increased pressure on her breast, I began to cup & manipulate her breasts with impunity.

Still not receiving any sign of resistance or negative response, I pulled out my right hand and took it behind her neck. My left hand replaced my right arm on her boobs now. I delicately caressed the nape of her neck with the fingers of my right hand and placed my fingers on the zip of her maxi gown. I began to pull back the zip of her gown. She seemed engrossed in opening sites on internet explorer and scrolling the mouse. Finally I pulled back the zip of her gown zip till the end to reveal her smooth silky back. I delicately caressed her entire back with my fingers.

Now, I brought out my left hand from her front and placed it blatantly on her thigh. I slightly pulled back her gown with my left hand. She placed the Laptop to her left side on the diwan and continued to surf the internet. This gave me enough space for my left hand to manoeuvre her womanly parts. I pulled up her gown with my left hand to her waist so that now her milky white thunder thighs were exposed. I continued lifting the hem of her maxi gown till her dark green panties were now fully exposed.

I grasped her waist with both my hands & briefly made circular motions around her belly button with my fingers. I took the gown higher & higher above her head & finally removed it from her body and dropped it on the floor. Without even a sigh, she cooperated in the exercise of stripping her nude by briefly raising her hands above her head. Now except for the panty, she was sitting completely naked in front of me. Our conversation had probably stopped a while ago, but she was still engrossed in her Laptop learning session. Of course, it now hardly mattered to me whether she was learning anything out of this and all that I wanted was to make the most of this supreme opportunity.

I got mad at the beautiful sight of this completely naked gorgeous woman sitting innocently in front of me & could not control myself from ferociously running my bare hands all over her back, occasionally digging kaş escort & clawing her back gently with my finger nails. I was desperately kissing the entire length of her smooth & glistening back. Her gorgeous bare back was glistening from the drops of perspiration that had formed on her shapely back & from the saliva of wet mouth.

It was getting difficult for me to enjoy the full pleasure with my own clothes on and therefore I began undressing myself and started unbuttoning by shirt, took it of me along with my vest & kept it neatly folded on the edge of her diwan.

As I was preparing to remove my trousers, she said without raising her head from the laptop ” I have opened so many windows & they have got hanged. How to close so many windows? “

I looked from above her shoulder to find out that she had indeed opened a lot of windows on internet explorer & some of the browser windows had got hanged. When I tried to answer her, I found my mouth gone dry from the excitement & my speech stuck. Still, I answered her in a heavily stammered speech from over her shoulder that she had to point the cursor to the red close button on top right of each browser window & try to close some of the windows. I sensed she had difficulty understanding my commands & hence I held her right hand with my right hand & guided her fingers on closing the browser windows. Due to this my entire naked torso touched her bare back from behind.

After the browser windows closed one by one, she simply said OK & again continued with her browsing by opening new windows. In the meanwhile I removed my trousers & underpants and became fully naked. I sat on the diwan behind her & resumed my foreplay by kissing her neck, ears & back & roaming my hands all over her back & cupping her huge melons from behind.

Shortly thereafter my hands tugged at the elastic of her panty. She gave her silent consent by moving her body & ass just slightly upwards and which enabled me to pull her dark green panty from under her ass, over her thighs, her knees & feet. Finally the panty dropped & collected at her feet. I didn’t remove the panty from her feet.

Thus, we were now both fully naked dressed only in our birthday suit. With the realisation of being fully naked threadbare for the first time in the presence of a grownup woman, my penis grew up hard & erect to enormous proportions. The only items which were now on her body were the standard accessories of women which were her gold earrings, bangles & the silver waistband & pair of anklets on her feet. It was an incredibly sexy visual treat for my eyes.

She was sitting fully naked sideways on the diwan facing the door, while my completely nude self was seated behind her. Thus we were both sitting beside each other on the diwan, dressed only in our own skin and my naked upper half directly pressed into her sexy nude back from behind. My erect hard dick was poking at her massive ass from below. I embraced her from behind so that both our stark naked bodies made intimate contact with each other.

I guided my finger to her pussy & poked some two fingers inside her vagina. I discovered her recently shaved pussy, which had a 2 day old prickly stubble on it. I fingered, twisted & pinched her clit from behind. Taking my fingers out of her vagina, I brought them to my nose. The aroma was a heady concoction with the freshness of lavender shower gel, smell of hair remover cream and gentle hints of urine & body sweat.

I licked my fingers clean with the landlady holding her melons with her left hand to prevent them from juggling while her other hand was busy opening up new internet sites on the computer.

After a few moments, she snapped shut the Laptop Screen on the keyboard and collapsed on the diwan sideways so that her huge round meaty ass was on top and directly staring at me. Her face was pointing towards the door.

I clasped her nude voluptuous ass with both hands & dug my lips with into her bum cheeks. Her hair was loose & was carrying a light perfume of jasmine scented hair oil. She rolled over on the bed to sleep on her stomach, with her ass pointing directly at the ceiling and her right arm extended towards the window. All this moment there was no conversation between us & the only noise was of the wind gently whistling thru the trees. From her position on the bed, I could make out that she was silently gesturing me to grind her ass rather than her pussy, probably to prevent any accidental chances of pregnancy.

I was really not prepared for this. Here, I was a well-groomed man totally ignorant of sex & there I was getting seduced for a doggy style fuck. I could neither gather my senses for any reasonable thinking nor could I get any time to think. I just decided to do whatever gets done by me in the moment.

I prepared to shove my dick into her butt hole from behind and attempted to position my hard dick between her butt cheeks. She lifted her fleshy buttocks slightly to facilitate my cock’s entry into her butt-hole. I found her butt hole by parting her butt cheeks with my fingers. I tried to force entry of my cock-head into her butt-hole, but her butt-hole was too tight for me enter in the first attempt.

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