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I was driving back home with my wife. We’d been naughty…very naughty! And very out of character for us. But a few days back, we’d been watching TV in bed, and a soft-porn flick came on Cinemax. We watched it, and groped and petted each other during the show. It was typical for Cinemax, decent enough looking women, not showing anything besides tits, ass, and an occasional beaver shot, if you are quick enough to see it!

This one had a guy in it that was, according to my wife, pretty hot! I had to agree with her…he did have a pretty toned physique.

“I’d love to watch you suck his cock!” Jamie told me.

“Really?” I asked her, surprised. She’d never said anything like that before. She nodded.

“Really!” she said. “It would be so hot! Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Cause I’ve never heard you utter anything remotely like that before!” I told her.

“Well, you never asked! It’ll never happen anyway, so…”

“Well, you never know…” I teased her.

“Right! Like you’d ever…”

“You know…I WOULD suck his dick!” I told her. “Especially if you were watching, and wanted to see it!”

It was her turn to act surprised. “REALLY?” she breathed, shocked…and turned on!

“Yeah!” I said, deciding I meant it. “Why not? You always tell me how much you enjoy sucking dick…I love eating pussy…I’d like to see what it’s like for you! You’ve eaten pussy before, so you know what that’s like!” She had eaten pussy. And she’d liked it…although it hadn’t happened for a long time.

“Honey, don’t tease me!” She breathed. “If you’re willing, I WILL make it happen! That’s one of my deepest, darkest fantasies! I’d love to see you suck cock, and take a big load in your mouth! I’d love to see you getting your ass fucked and filled with cum, too…”

“OK!”

“OK? REALLY?” she was astounded.

“Two conditions!” I told her.

“What are they?”

“You have to make sure the guy is clean, and I’m not going to be a cuckold! I’ll do it because I love you, and because I want to try it! There won’t be any of this emasculated husband bullshit!”

“DEAL!” she said. “I can’t believe this!”

“I can’t believe you’ve had this fantasy, and never told me!” I told her. “I thought we told each other everything!”

“This just seemed so…unlike you!” She said. “And I already have a guy in mind! It’s a guy I work with…he’s hot! I hope he’ll do it…I’d give anything to see you sucking his dick…or letting him fuck you!” Jamie worked for the police department…she was a 911 dispatcher. I assumed the guy she was talking about was another dispatcher.

We fucked, then, and it was kurtköy escort hard, rough sex…and she even told me she wanted it in her own ass, which we do occasionally, but usually not on the spur of the moment like that. But she was gasping in pleasure as I stroked my whole cock into her ass, and telling me how much I was going to like it! I blew a big load up her ass. I meant what I’d told her, too…if she set it up, I was eager to try it!

Well, her co-worker seemed excited about the idea…but he couldn’t do it until at least a week later. My wife is not a patient woman…and earlier tonight, she’d met me at the door when I got home from the gym with a stiff drink. “Here…pound this down, and hit the shower. There will be another one waiting for you when you get out!”

“Thanks…I think?” I said, questioning.

“We’re going out. We’re going to be bad. You’re going to get a few drinks in you before we leave. I’ll be driving!”

“OK!” I said, shrugging my shoulders. I slammed the 7&7, and it was a strong one. I took a quick shower, and there was another double strength one waiting when I emerged.

“I want you to wear the clothes I put on the bed. Nothing else!” she told me, handing me the drink. I pounded it down, and headed to the bed. She’d put a pair of sweats and a t-shirt on the bed. Those, and a pair of deck shoes were my ensemble for the night. I grabbed my wallet, and drank a third, STRONG drink that had appeared out of nowhere. My cock was semi hard, knowing she was going to get me into trouble.

We drove to an adult shop I’d seen before, but never entered. It looked a little sleazy…I gave her a questioning look. “I found out that this place has a section where…things…are likely to happen without anyone caring!”

“I’m not fucking some total stranger…” I told her.

“Of course not…but if you get the chance to blow one, would you do it?”

“I guess, as long as he looked like he was sane, and clean…”

“Perfect! Let’s go!”

20 minutes later, I was on my knees, and she was on hers, right next to me. And we were both sucking a cock. I was sucking my first one ever…and she was sucking the first one besides mine since we started going together ten years prior. We were in a small room, and the guys we were sucking had come in together…but weren’t a couple. They were just two bored guys that heard that sometimes you could get a blowjob here. One guy wanted a blowjob from a woman…the other guy just wanted a blowjob.

His cock was clean, and straight, and about the same length as mine. His head was wider, though, and the beykoz escort shaft was smoother…less veiny. He was a decent enough looking guy…If I’d been sure he was clean, I’d have let him fuck me. As it was, I figured a blowjob was safe enough! He started moaning as his orgasm approached…and this triggered his friend’s orgasm. I was just tasting the first squirts of his cum when I felt the wet splatter of cum hit me in the face. Jamie had taken one squirt herself, but after that, she’d aimed her guy’s cock at me, and he’d given me a couple good shots across the right side of my face!

I slurped and sucked the cum from my guy’s cock, and found I liked sucking dick, making him cum, and I sorta like swallowing his creamy jizz!

They left in a hurry after we finished them. I made a motion to wipe my face, but Jamie stopped me. “David, honey…please leave it! If you can stand it, please leave it there, and when we get home, I’ll lick it from your face right before I fuck you with the strap-on I bought when we came in here!”

I love my wife. I’ll do anything for her…so I agreed, and we got to our feet. I walked out with two streaks of cum boldly stuck to the right side of my face, and it did not go unnoticed by the rest of the patrons as we left. Jamie wasn’t any less obvious…although she didn’t have any cum on her face, her hair, makeup and lipstick left no doubt that she’d very recently had a mouth full of cock!!

SO, we were driving home. She was stone sober, and I had a heavy buzz. I was in the passenger seat, and she was reliving it. She told me about watching me as she was sucking her guy. My cock was pulsing, and a large wet spot was showing through the grey sweats as the precum leaked from my dick.

She was trying to play with that dick when she swerved a bit. And wouldn’t you know it, there was a cop car right there, seeing her. Of course, he instantly pulled us over…as he should have! To anyone else, it appeared she was drunk!

“Ma’am, you were swerving back there. Have you been drinking?” the young officer asked. Jamie had told me not to wipe my face, so I sat there unmoving, hoping the cop wouldn’t look closely at me.

“No, officer, I have not. But yes, I did swerve a bit back there! I was goofing off, trying to tease my husband, and that’s when it happened.”

“I need you to step out of the car, ma’am!” Jamie wasn’t an idiot. She knew he was only doing his job, and she also knew that once he verified she wasn’t drunk, the worst that could happen was she’d get a ticket. So she cooperated fully!

He took her to the space between the vehicles, and üsküdar escort gave her an impromptu test. Satisfied, I could see her relax when he told her he believed her. Then they talked for a moment, and she returned to the car. So did he…returned to our car, I mean…only this time, he came to my side. “Sir, would you roll down your window?”

I did. “Sir, is that cum on your face?” he asked.

“It sure is!” I said. Yeah…I was embarrassed, but I wasn’t breaking any laws, and so I didn’t really care if he had a problem with it.

“Are you in the habit of going out in public with cum on your face?”

“Actually, it’s my first time. My wife and I were sucking off a couple guys, and she pointed her guy’s cock at my face when he came!”

Jamie turned bright red. I knew goddamned well that she’d put the cop up to this…so I figured two could play that game.

“Oh…is that what happened? Ma’am?” he asked, through the window. “Is that what happened?”

“Yes, it is!” she answered, quietly. “I couldn’t resist…I wanted to see him with a facial! It was his turn…he’s seen me with them about a hundred times!”

“She’s got a point, sir!” he said.

“I’m not arguing! She asked me to suck a dick, so I did it. She asked me to leave the cum there, so I did that too! Whatever she wants, she gets!”

“What if she wanted to see you get another huge load of cum sprayed on your face?” he asked!

“All she’s gotta do is find someone willing to provide it, and I’ll take it!” I said, starting to get comfortable with the idea.

“She already did!” the cop said, and I turned to see him pulling a monster of a cock from his uniform pants. I didn’t need to be told…I started sucking that cock with enthusiasm, and after only a few minutes, I had him moaning. I felt him cumming…I got a big swallow of cum before he pulled his dick away and shot two or three more huge streams into my open mouth and onto my face. Finished, he zipped up, and leaned down to the window. “How was that, Jamie?”

“It was perfect, Joey! What do you say…you wanna fuck him?”

“Fucking A!” he replied. “My shift ended about 10 minutes ago. I’ll drop my car and meet you at your place! You might want to give him a few more drinks though! If his ass hasn’t ever had a dick before, this one might be…uncomfortable…at first!”

“See you there, babe!” and we were moving.

“What the fuck was that?” I asked.

“That, my love, was Joey! He’s my co-worker. I lied when I said he couldn’t do it till next week. I set this up, thinking it would be funny! It wasn’t though…it was way too fucking hot to be funny!”

“His cock is nice!” I said. “But it’s big!”

“I’m going to use the strap on on you before he gets there. He’ll be probably half an hour behind us…you should be all loosened up and lubed up when he gets there. And while he’s fucking your ass, you’re going to be eating my pussy!”

“I can’t fucking wait!” I told her. “Drive faster!”

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If you haven’t already read the first two parts of The Pool House, now would be a good time to do so.

Edward answered the door in white shorts and a loose cotton shirt.

“Oh, hello, Yvonne. Nora told me that you’d be joining us this afternoon. Come on upstairs. We’re just about to get started.”

She followed Edward down a hallway and through a door into a sort of locker room with a big shower area, some baskets, a mirror, and a counter piled with towels. Edward pointed to a door at the other end of the room.

“They’re through there, in the yoga room. Go ahead in when you’re ready. I’ll join you in a minute.”

He left her inside and closed the door. Yvonne had brought a gym bag with some loose clothing and a towel. She changed quickly and opened the door to the yoga room. A blast of warm air hit her, as if she were walking into a sauna. Nora and the swimmer were stretched out in formal-looking poses on a canvas mat that covered the entire floor of the den-sized room. Both were naked.

Yvonne made a startled sound and stepped back. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to … interrupt.”

Nora broke her trance with an effort and smiled. “Oh, no, it’s fine. We were just warming up.”

Yvonne felt completely at sea. “Is there something wrong with the heat in here?”

Nora laughed. “No, we practice bikram yoga here – at least as far as the temperature goes. We don’t really follow the standard sequence of poses. The room needs to be kept around one hundred degrees. It helps keep your muscles loose. I think it’s more comfortable naked, but you’re welcome to do it however you like.”

Her head was still buzzing. “Okay, sure. I guess that makes sense. I’ll be back in a second.”

Yvonne stepped back into the shower room. Didn’t these people ever wear clothes? Well, she was almost used to it by now, and she’d be awfully uncomfortable in there in her sweats. She stripped and put everything back into her bag. Then she nodded at the frightened-looking girl she saw in the mirror and walked back through the door.

The swimmer unfolded himself from a full-lotus position with a sort of tropical languidness that seemed perfectly in tune with the room’s steamy climate. She found it mesmerizing. He stood beside her and settled into a simple pose, his head back and his arms forming a circle in front of him. Yvonne tried to duplicate it, certain that she was doing something wrong. He touched he back and guided it into the proper curve. He bent her knees slightly until her whole body felt balanced somehow. She held the pose until her muscles began to object.

Nora noticed her shaking. “Try this one,” she said. She flopped over onto her stomach then lifted the front of her body upward, resting on her forearms. “It’s the first one I learned. It’s called the cobra.”

It didn’t look much like a cobra, but it showed off Nora’s long legs and tight butt beautifully. Her skin was so creamy and smooth. Yvonne was impressed that the swimmer was able to keep his cool.

The door to the shower room opened, and Edward walked in, somehow managing to look stylish even when he wasn’t wearing anything. He began stretching, putting his palms flat against the wall and sticking his butt out. He grabbed one ankle and pulled it up behind him. His muscles tensed and relaxed as he moved smoothly between stretches. She could believe Nora now about Edward being adept. Maybe there was something to this yoga thing. It was certainly sexy to watch when it was done well.

Edward kneeled, then reached back to grab his ankles. His hips arched forward, sort of putting his cock on display. He had it on the swimmer – and maybe Jim too – for thickness, if not length. His body was a lot hairier, too. She wasn’t sure which she preferred, the swimmer’s smoothness or Edward’s pelt. It was fun to think about, though. She smiled to herself. However innocent this scene was, four naked men and women made for some interesting possibilities. And who would know?

Edward straightened up. Evidently they were about to begin. Taking the cue, the swimmer moved into a cross-legged meditation pose, back straight, forearms resting on his thighs. The subdued lighting shimmered on his dark skin and highlighted his cheek bones. He looked like calm god. Yvonne tried to copy his position. It hurt. She stretched a bit more and sort of got it.

“Good,” said Edward. “Very good, actually. Most people don’t get the back posture right away.”

Actually, she had been trying to stick her breasts out a little further, hoping the swimmer would notice. But he was in another world. Edward was paying attention, though. He sat down beside her and demonstrated exhalation breathing. Yvonne tried to copy him with limited success. With attractive naked men on either side of her, breath control was a bit of a challenge.

Edward made a liquid transition to a tangled-looking pose that balanced on one leg – showing off a little, Yvonne decided. She tried to imitate him and ended up sprawled on the mat, laughing. She gathered herself up quickly when göztepe escort she realized that her legs were wide open and her pussy was completely exposed. No one seemed to have noticed. She tried again and got pretty close. Yvonne grinned. This was actually pretty cool. Kind of like an adult version of Twister. She asked Edward if there were any poses that involved two people.

He nodded gravely. “That would be called the Kama Sutra. Perhaps you’d like me to demonstrate?”

Yvonne put her hand to her mouth, her face turning bright red. Edward and Nora laughed gaily. “I’ll stick with yoga, thanks,” she said when she’d regained her composure.

The swimmer ignored them. He moved into a standing stretch. For all his stillness, the heat was getting to him. Sweat ran down between his shoulder blades and his skin shone.

Done with stretching, Nora moved into a pose with one leg thrust forward, her thigh parallel to the ground and her other leg stretched out behind her. Nora’s back was arched, which presented her breasts to excellent advantage. That must do a number on the glutes, Yvonne thought. And it seemed to interest the swimmer. He looked her up and down, his gaze lingering on her tits for a second or two. Well, perhaps his interest was strictly professional. But Yvonne still felt a bit miffed.

“I’m going to try that one,” she said, and struggled into an approximation of Nora’s position.

The swimmer stood up and walked over. He put one hand under her front thigh and shifted her forward slightly. His other hand cupped one buttock and tilted it forward. He ran his hand along her back, adjusting the curve. He raised her arms, putting her in a variation of Nora’s pose, and then ran both his hands along the sides of her torso. Did he really need to do that?, Yvonne wondered. But the memory of his touch lingered, making her pussy tingle. Then he was gone, doing something complicated with Nora, his expression never changing.

Time passed. The swimmer’s silence fell over all of them. There was only sound of breathing and the drip of sweat.

Nora was now in a sort of split, her legs spread wide. Her pussy was completely open. Yvonne couldn’t help herself: She had to stare. Bare of pubic hair, the soft inner lips glowed and the pink hood that hid her clit beckoned above her dark opening. Jesus, Yvonne thought, I’d better not try that one. She stood up, wobbling slightly, her muscles remarkably tired.

“I think that’s enough for me. I’ll just watch for a while.”

Edward nodded. His palms were pressed together. It had the effect of bunching his back muscles. He let out a deep breath.

“Right, I’m with Yvonne. That’s enough for one day.”

He stood up and stretched, smiled at Nora, then lifted her to her feet. She stretched as well, lifting her arms above her head, pulling her breasts taut. Yvonne watched carefully as Nora lowered her arms. No sag. Another point for yoga? Yvonne felt a small twinge of envy, admiring Nora’s litheness.

Finally, the swimmer stood up, and Yvonne followed three very tight butts as they filed into the shower room. The recessed area in the room had four shower heads arranged in a square. It was certainly a lot larger than the shower stalls in her house, but it was still fairly intimate for four people. Yvonne held back for a moment, just a bit uncomfortable with the lack of personal space.

Nora, as usual, wasn’t shy. She turned on one of the spigots and stood under it with her head tilted back, letting the water run through her hair and down in streams over her body.

That looks nice, Yvonne thought. And I really do need a shower. And, what the hell, I’ve been naked with these people all week. She stepped down beneath the vacant spigot and focused on getting the water the right temperature. To her right, Nora handed Edward a scratchy-looking sponge and stood near him with her back turned, expectantly. Edward began rubbing the sponge up and down her back. Nora closed her eyes and purred. A moment later the swimmer was at Yvonne’s side, holding another sponge and looking questioningly at her. Yvonne smiled and nodded. Why not?

The swimmer began to stroke her back, just as Edward was doing to Nora. The coarseness of the sponge’s texture made her nerve endings tingle. She looked over and noticed that Edward had dropped his sponge and stood with his chest against Nora’s back, kissing the side of her neck. Yvonne looked away quickly when Edward’s hands started roaming over Nora’s body. The swimmer still had his sponge, but it had moved lower, circling against the small of her back. Yvonne sighed, the stimulation almost more than she could stand. She suddenly needed him to touch her like Edward was touching Nora. She snuck another look at them. Edward was rubbing soapy fingers over Nora’s nipples and his hips were jammed against her ass. The swimmer glanced over to check on them as well, but his intentions were less voyeuristic; he was simply confirming that his actions were unobserved. He moved closer. His cock, so bostancı escort serene and uninvolved earlier, made contact with one buttock. It wasn’t uninvolved now. Yvonne froze. The sponge kept up its circling, now along the sides of her hips. His cock slid across the soapy expanse of her butt and came to rest in the space between her cheeks. He moved a little further forward, until his chest was against her back and his cock nestled at the entrance to her pussy.

Not here, she thought desperately. Edward and Nora — they’re right next to us! She looked over at them again. The rising steam of the shower almost obscured their lower bodies, but she could see that they were facing each other now, lost in a passionate kiss. Well, maybe for a minute, since they’re distracted …

The swimmer reached around and pushed the tip of his cock between her inner lips. It was right there, right where Jim’s had been a few nights earlier. She leaned over a little to give him a better angle. The sponge was gone now; he held her hips in his hands and pulled them gently toward him. The tip of his cock pushed her lips apart, burrowing in deeper. The walls of her pussy moved reluctantly apart, and something inside her stretched, pulled taut. It hurt! She let out a little cry and twisted away from him reflexively.

She was breathing hard and her body was shaking. Edward and Nora were disengaging themselves from each other as well. Had they heard her? Had they noticed anything? Apparently not. They were still looking at each other, smiling. Nora turned off her shower and Edward did the same. Yvonne turned around to see the swimmer with his enigmatic smile, radiating calm despite his still very evident excitement. He bowed to her, his palms pressed together, and left the shower area.

Edward and Nora picked up towels and began to dry off. They spoke quietly to each other. Yvonne lingered for a moment, trying to reassemble her thoughts. She was completely out of control. It was if that night in the pool house had changed her somehow, started her down a path. And once she’d taken that first step she couldn’t ever go back to where she’d been. But it had to stop now. She gritted her teeth and forced her thoughts away from her aching pussy. She turned her faucet off and picked up a towel, looked around. The swimmer was gone.

She was about to put her clothes back on when she head Nora’s voice, sounding casual and chatty.

“What did you think of the workout?”

Nora was wearing a bathrobe and had started up a hairdryer. Yvonne had to step closer to talk to her. She took a moment to wrap her towel around herself. Her hands were shaking so badly that it took a couple of tries to get it tucked in properly.

“I kind of get the idea that I’ll be sore in the morning,” Yvonne said, holding on to the edge of the sink to steady herself.

Nora smiled and finished up with her hair. It looked perfect.

“You’ve got a knack for the positions. More than I do, anyway.” She walked over to a door on the far side of the room.

Yvonne wasn’t sure what to do. But she had to follow Nora to continue the conversation. The door led to a huge bedroom – probably the master bedroom. It was elegantly furnished with colorful wall hangings, a four-poster bed with embroidered pillows, and, of all things, a bird cage with a green parakeet hanging from the ceiling. Edward, towel around his waist, was standing in front of a mirror, combing his hair back. Yvonne hesitated, but Nora waved her into the room, still chatting.

“I always feel so loose after one of those sessions,” she said, collapsing onto the plush blue comforter on the bed. She rolled onto her back, the bathrobe falling open to expose one slim leg.

Edward turned towards them. “She just likes an excuse to take a long shower.”

Nora patted the spot on the bed next to her, pointedly ignoring Edward. “Sit,” she said to Yvonne.

Yvonne smoothed the towel under her butt and settled onto the comforter. This feels like a slumber party, she thought. It was a simple pleasure she missed from growing up. She had always enjoyed the feeling of freedom and closeness she felt in a friend’s bedroom with the door closed and no parents allowed. But her heart was still racing and the ache deep in her pussy kept distracting her, demanding her attention.

“What happened to your instructor?” Yvonne asked, trying to keep the plaintiveness out of her voice.

“Oh,” said Nora, “he only comes in for an hour or so.”

That made sense, Yvonne supposed. He was only hired help, really. He wouldn’t be invited into the mistress’s boudoir. She smiled to herself. At least not while her husband was around.

As if on cue, Edward sat down at the end of the bed and began massaging Nora’s feet. Nora made a contented sound and squeezed Yvonne’s hand.

“This is my favorite part.”

For a minute or two, Edward rubbed and manipulated various toes. Then he dragged a fingertip along her sole.

Nora reacted violently. “Edward! Don’t do that. tuzla escort You know how ticklish I am down there.”

Edward flashed a mischievous grin and repeated the act on the other foot. Nora shrieked and pulled her foot away. The bottom part of her robe opened up entirely, exposing her smooth pussy. Edward relented after that and began rubbing her feet again. After a minute, he leaned over and began to kiss them.

“That’s better,” Nora said.

But Edward’s kisses didn’t stay on her feet for long. His lips moved along her calves and up to one well-toned thigh. Nora squeezed Yvonne’s hand again. Edward shifted around on the bed so that he could reach Nora’s inner thigh. She spread her legs to give him better access. Yvonne could see a film of moisture form at the entrance to her pussy.

This was getting a little too personal, Yvonne thought. Time to retire discreetly. She started to get up, but Nora held on to her hand tightly, her eyes closed, oblivious to Yvonne’s predicament. Edward was completely focused on Nora. His mouth kept moving higher on her body and his hands began to trace the edges of her hip bones. His lips nuzzled the silken skin of her upper thigh. Please, thought Yvonne, stop there. I don’t want …

But he didn’t stop. He crawled between Nora’s legs until his head was right over her pussy. He just stared at her for a moment, admiring the creamy pink flesh of her hips and her flat stomach and the pink lips shining with moisture. Edward’s head moved lower. Yvonne held her breath. His tongue snaked out and dragged wetly along Nora’s slit. She made a small “oh” sound and tilted her hips upward towards Edward’s face.

Yvonne’s breathing deepened. This is what Jim had been doing to her sister! She shivered, imagining Jim’s shaggy head between her own legs, or maybe the swimmer’s smooth one. Or Edward’s sleek one.

Nora groaned and lifted her knees, opening herself completely. Yvonne couldn’t help herself. She kept looking at the place where their bodies met, at Edward’s tongue swirling around the hood of Nora’s clitoris until a hard, fleshy nub began to peek out. His face moved down to cover her pussy completely. Nora and Yvonne gasped together. He must be sucking her clit, Yvonne realized. Just then Nora bucked her hips and let out a low moan. Her breasts heaved and the skin of her chest shone with perspiration.

The caged parakeet must have been disturbed by the agitation coming from the bed. He began to flap his wings and make shrill calls.

For a moment everyone stopped moving. Then, chuckling lightly, Edward got up, leaving Nora sprawled on the bed, hair disheveled, legs spread, skin moist with sweat. He walked over to the cage.

“You’re absolutely right, Curly,” he said. “You shouldn’t have to watch this.”

Yvonne was confused for a moment. Did that mean that they were going to stop?

Edward undid his towel, leaving him naked again. His cock stuck straight up, dark with blood. He draped the towel over the cage, effectively shielding Curly’s sensitive avian eyes from the debauchery. Then Edward seemed to remember that Yvonne was still in the room. He looked at her with his trademark boyish grin.

“You, on the other hand, young lady, are evolved enough to make up your own mind about what to look at.”

He slid back onto the bed until his face was level with Nora’s. He leaned down and kissed her. Their bodies touched lightly. His cock rested against her crotch, smearing sticky fluid on her soft skin. Nora kept Yvonne’s hand in hers as she lost herself in the kiss. Nora drew her knees back until they almost touched her chest.

Oh, no, Yvonne thought. They’re going to do it! Right in front of her! She couldn’t stay on their bed. Nora had to let go of her hand sooner or later. Then she’d step out quietly, get her clothes.

Edward raised his body slightly and reached between them, positioning his cock at the entrance to Nora’s pussy. Neither of them said anything, but their lips separated and they looked deeply into each others’ eyes.

Edward slid into her with a slick, wet sound. Yvonne’s mouth went dry. Her own pussy throbbed. She folded her arms across her chest, hugging herself, afraid that she might touch herself if she didn’t. But then, why not? They weren’t paying any attention to her, and even if they were … well, they were comfortable with her watching them. Why not the other way around? She sat up and loosened her towel a bit. Her hand crept between her thighs.

Edward was pumping smoothly in and out of Nora’s pussy. He pulled almost all the way out after each stroke, the prominent rim of his cock forcing her inner lips apart, then drawing them inside as he sank back in up to his balls. Their wet slapping sounds mixed with whimpers from Nora. Yvonne could smell their juices. She looked down at Nora’s face. Her eyes were closed, and there was a look of uncomplicated joy on her face that made her look like a school girl. A flush started on her neck, and her breasts moved up and down with each impact of their hips.

Yvonne realized that Nora had let go of her hand; she wasn’t even sure exactly when it had happened. She could leave now. But … she wasn’t sure if she should. Edward and Nora were sharing their most private selves with her. It was like a gift. What would they think of her if she refused it?

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(Thanks to Drewau for editing. Comments and feedback always welcome and appreciated. As with most of my stories, it is advised to read the previous chapters for context. )

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When Tom woke up with his head still on Nicci’s breast, he smiled. He knew what they had done was wrong, but he was beginning not to care. He could already feel his member beginning to grow as he watched her erect nipples lift and sink with Nicci’s every breath.

Tom glanced up and saw that Nicci was still sleeping. The naughtiest of ideas came to his mind. He reached up and started playing with her nipple. He hopped she wouldn’t wake up . Surely she wouldn’t mind, but it felt so much more taboo without her conscious consent.

That didn’t last long though, as a soft quiet moan escaped her throat. Tom felt the vibration in her chest. He craned his head to look up at her. He blushed at being caught as she looked down at him and smiled.

“Enjoying yourself.” Tom said nothing but sucked her nipple into his mouth. Nicci moaned more audibly this time. “Good, me too.”

Tom was growing stiff already, but that statement brought him to full attention. Nicci looked down at his little soldier and giggled. “Have I told you how much I enjoy holding this?” Tom shook his head, nearly imperceptibly, as Nicci wrapped her warm hand around him and slowly began to jerk him off.

Tom sat up and Nicci sat on the floor in front of him. She slid her hand up and down his shaft, as she placed tender kisses against the tip. Periodically, she would stick her tongue out and lick a drop of precum from his tiny slit. After one last passionate kiss where she took his mushroom into her mouth. She began kissing her way up his pelvis.

When she stuck her tongue into his belly button. Tom felt his shaft between her glorious mounds. The flesh was soft, pliable and warm. Tom must have reacted to this, because Nicci looked down. She used his rod as a drumstick, tapping on the tops of her tits. Then she traced his tip around her erect nipple. Precum smeared around the areola, which Nicci promptly licked off her own nipple.

Tom was surprised he had lasted so long, but that nearly took him over the edge. He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. Nicci stopped teasing him until he had regained control. Consciously, they didn’t know what they were saving his load for. They just felt an irrepressible need to see where this was going.

Nicci continued kissing her way up up his stomach. She flicked his nipple with her tongue and ran a trail of kisses down his collarbone from his shoulder to his sternum. The entire time she was sliding her hand up and down his shaft. Her kisses reached his Adam’s apple, and from there she licked her way up his neck to his kurtköy escort chin.

A quick peck on the lips, and she kissed her way up his jaw to his ear, sucking it’s lobe. Nicci placed her right knee on one side of Tom, and her left knee on the other. Her pussy lips were now kissing his balls. They were both very aware of how close to their final boundary they were. Nicci blew in his ear and then traced the inner edge with her tongue.

Nicci raised herself up so that her tits fell into Tom’s face. Tom took them into his hands and greedily kissed and sucked on them. As Nicci began lowering herself down again, Tom felt soft flesh press against his tip. That flesh then parted, and Tom suddenly realized what was happening.

Tom leaned forward so that his penis slipped away. He grabbed Nicci picked her up and dropped her on the couch. He then stood and marched away. Before marching back. He was pacing back and forth muttering “No’s” and shaking his head.

Nicci stared dreamily and a little confused at Tom, who was now ranting about how dangerous and irresponsible that was of her. “I mean, what about our promises to wait?”

Mostly Nicci ignored his words and stared at his engorged staff bobbing up and down as he paced back and forth. She saw a tiny drop of cum holding onto the tip for dear life. She involuntarily licked her lips and imagined tasting it. There was one thing that he said that did catch her attention though.

“You could have gotten pregnant.” The words rang through her head like a gong. She wasn’t on the pill, and they had no condoms. He was right again. She still wanted him to shove that thing deep inside her, but she had to be more conscientious. At the least, a baby would be hard to explain to their parents, at the worst, that would be a lot of responsibility and they were still in school.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. We need to be more careful.”

“Careful nothing! We have to stop doing all of this right now before things get out of hand again.”

Nicci finally caught his eyes with a mischievous stare. She was not taking that for an answer. She caught Tom by surprise when she dropped to her knees in front of him and jammed his deflating shaft into her mouth again. Nicci grabbed his butt cheeks and pulled hard so that he couldn’t get away. She bobbed her head up and down so fast that she was starting to get dizzy.

But it had the desired result. Tom came in her mouth in a matter of seconds. Nicci swallowed every drop before pulling away and dabbing a drop of his cum off the corner of her lip. She looked up into his eyes and said, “You were saying?”

“Umm, uhhh, maybe… Maybe I jumped the gun on that statement.”

Nicci smiled, stood, sat beykoz escort back down on the couch and spread her legs. “That’s what I thought.” She then curled her finger in a come hither motion with one hand, and spread her pussy with the other. Tom practically dove in with his tongue. But surprisingly, Nicci pushed his face back.

A confused expression fell across Tom’s face. “That’s not what I want in there.” Tom held up a finger questioningly. “I was thinking something bigger.”

Tom glanced down at his already re-inflating member. Then he looked back into Nicci’s eyes. “But we agreed that was too dangerous.” He sounded like a scolded little boy.

“Just pull out at the last minute and spray it on my stomach.” The scared look on his face told Nicci everything. “Do you love me?”

“Of course I do.”

“I love you too. And this is what two people in love do.”

“But what about our promise to wait until marriage.”

Nicci began stroking him and his eyes rolled back into his head. Her voice was gentle and seductive now. “Think about it, throughout history it was sex that consummated the marriage. So, we are committing ourselves to each other now more than any stupid ceremony ever could.”

This made sense to Tom, with what few brain cells he had left working. He inched forward and let Nicci rub her clit with his tip. They both shivered. Then she trailed his head up and down her slit. They both moaned in response. When she stopped the movement, Tom inched his hips forward.

He hadn’t penetrated her yet. He was finding it hard to breathe. A complex mix of excitement, guilt, eroticism, and something else that he had heard of once a long time ago. Something called the Call of the Void. This was the fear you felt when something could happen, but the consequences would be irreversible. There was no going back once he pushed in. Their virginity would be lost forever. Their innocence shattered.

Then a different feeling took over him. There was no one else he would rather take this leap with than Nicci. They had experienced so many firsts together. Not just sexual firsts. They started high school and college together. They graduated together. Both got braces, their licenses, and the list could go on for days.

Suddenly, what they were about to do no longer felt scary or wrong. It felt natural. Even if the worst happened and they didn’t end up together. It only made sense that they experienced this first together as well. And with that, Tom slid in until he bottomed out and their pelvis’s were kissing.

The physical sensation was exquisite. But Tom found it slightly odd that he didn’t feel any more like a man. This act didn’t complete him or fundamentally change him. üsküdar escort He loved that he was experiencing this with Nicci, and it did feel like they were in a spiritual embrace. Like their souls were twisting and twining around each other in the most beautiful and erotic of ballets.

He realized that this act wasn’t really that special. It was their connection that made it special. He could have sex with a thousand women, but he would not be bound to any of them like he was bound to Nicci. Tom briefly understood how porn stars could have sex over and over again with so many different people without being destroyed emotionally. They were just having fun. Not much different than if they were exercising with friends.

None of that mattered though, as what he was experiencing now was special. Because it was with the woman he loved, and they were sharing their souls with each other.

Tom slowly began to pull out until just the tip was left in. The motion caused Nicci’s entire body to tense up from the pleasure. She gasped and then held the breath for the rest of the journey.

Tom leaned over and brought his face within an inch of Nicci’s. “Breathe.” was all he whispered. And she did. When she took another breath they began to kiss passionately. Tom slid in again and it felt like every nerve in their bodies were firing simultaneously with pleasure receptors.

As their pelvis’s rocked in and out towards each other, their hands explored each other’s bodies. Smooth backs, round breasts, firm bodies. Every square inch of flesh touched was full of electricity. They felt like a spring was growing tighter and tighter inside their bodies. It was begging for the release of all of that tension.

With only a few more thrusts they knew everything was going to blow at once. This was the point where they knew Tom should pull out. They were quickly approaching the point of no return. They were taking a huge risk staying in this long. Tom knew instinctively that two more pulses would send him over the edge.

Nicci seemed to know this as well as they locked eyes. Neither wanted to divert the train though. They seemed to be of one mind in that moment. They were ready to accept whatever consequences might befall them. With that decision made, they came simultaneously.

Explosions of pleasure as all of that tension was suddenly released. Tom’s penis spasmed one, two, three, four times as it spewed its load into Nicci’s womb. Nicci’s pussy clenched and flexed in orgasm as it attempted to collect every ounce of his cum. Their hands were almost clawing into each other’s backs as the sensation was so intense.

There were a few more aftershocks before their muscles finally began to unwind. They both gasped as they hadn’t realized they had stopped breathing. They felt no need for “I love you’s” or commentary on their beautiful act. They simply held each other and enjoyed the other’s warmth. A spontaneous laugh erupted from their throats before they sealed the act with a quick endearing kiss.

To be continued.

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“Pratt?”

“Pratt?

“PRATT?!”

Harmon screamed into the first floor mens’ room shared by his frat and the dorm attached to it. He walked up to the only shower in use and talked to the curtain.

“Pratt, is that you in there?”

Harmon threw open the curtain. Josh Pratt stood in the spray, doing his best to ignore Harmon.

“Pathetic. Pratt, do you ever say anything?”

Harmon snapped the curtain shut just as his frat brother Gonzo walked in.

“Gonz…”

“Dude…”

“You go to kegs last night?”

“No, we got back from fucking lacrosse at, like, 2am.”

“You win?”

“No…god damn it.”

Harmon chuckled and shook his head. “You guys suck, man…”

Gonzo sighed. “No fucking kidding. It’s bad.”

“Well,” announced Harmon, clearing his throat, “I went to kegs. And you will not believe what I saw. You will not fucking believe it.”

“What?”

“Guess.”

“I don’t know.”

“No, guess. You won’t get it.”

“Dude, I have no fucking clue.”

“Okay, you’re not going to get it anyway, so I’ll tell you: Pratt was there. And,” (he raised his voice, as if making a proclamation) “he was there…WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND!”

Gonzo laughed. “Pratt has a girlfriend? Are you serious?” He walked over to the shower.

“Pratt! How’d you pull that off? Is she blind? Deaf?”

He stuck his head in the shower.

“Retarded?”

“No, I am totally serious, dude,” said Harmon. “But that’s not even the shocking part. I mean, if you think that’s shocking, this next part is gonna scare you shitless.”

“Pratt’s girlfriend is a piece of ass. A. PIECE. OF. ASS. And actually, not even just a piece of ass, I mean…I don’t even know what I mean. She’s beautiful. She’s fucking amazing.”

“Pratt!” Gonzo strolled back over to the shower. “Pratt, I’m proud of you! Good boy! How the fuck did you do it? You holding her family hostage?”

“I guess they started dating in high school,” said Harmon. “And, you know, Pratt’s from, like, Bumfuck, Iowa, so she must have had, like, pretty fucking slim pickings.”

Josh silently put the soap back in the dish and reached for the shampoo. He heard the sound of a faucet turning on full blast, then a laugh from Gonzo.

“Dude, what are you doing to his towel?”

“Well, you know,” said Harmon, “Pratt’s making me angry this morning. He’s making me angry because I’m thinking about that god damn smokeshow he gets to fuck, and it makes me feel like something bad needs to happen to him to make up for it.”

“Dude…you’re bad.”

“God,” Harmon muttered to himself while he ran the towel under cold water. “I am so f-ing funny.”

Josh slid his bar of soap back into the red plastic container he kept it in.

“Actually,” said Harmon, “wait a minute. Has he fucked her?” He shouted into the stall. “Pratt? Have you fucked her?”

“Felt her tits?”

“Held her hand?”

“Or do you just do her homework? Then when she’s left, you lie in bed and jack off thinking about her?”

“‘Cause that’s what I’m gonna do,” added Harmon. Gonzo burst out laughing.

“Harmon, you’re sick.”

“Yeah,” said Harmon, continuing his monologue as he and Gonzo walked out of the bathroom. “That’s actually a pretty damn good idea. Right now, I’m going to jack off thinking about Pratt’s girlfriend! Hot damn, this is going to be a great morning!”

Josh stood in the shower for another four minutes, turned it off, wrung out his freezing towel, and walked back to his room.

—

No classes on Tuesdays, so after filling his day with Xbox and linear algebra homework, Josh had kept the morning’s humiliation out of his head.

Until he remembered…oh god: Kristin is coming over for kegs. SAE kegs, the frat next door. Harmon’s frat. He couldn’t take his girlfriend there.

A knock prompted Josh to open the door, where a breathtaking girl with long, dark hair, a rust-colored sweater, and a black ski jacket stood smiling.

“Kegs…?” asked the girl hopefully, bouncing on her toes.

“Uh…I don’t think so.”

“Seriously?!” she asked. “Why not?”

“I, uh…guess I’m not feeling that well. Headache. Mind if we stay in?”

Kristin scrunched up her mouth, as if saying she wasn’t sure that was an adequate substitute.

“Doctor Who?” offered Josh.

She brightened up. “Awesome!” she said with a gasp. She was a fan.

Josh turned off the lights, started the newly-torrented Who episode on his PC, and slumped under his bed covers while Kristin took off her coat.

God this morning was embarrassing, he thought. (Ugh. Why did he have to think about this? What was the point? Couldn’t he just enjoy watching TV with his girlfriend? Apparently not.) Harmon was so fucking intimidating. Huge. Loud. Unstoppable. He scored so many girls that it was comedic walking by his room each night to see the same red and blue tie hanging over the doorknob, indicating his “occupied” status. Kristin and Josh would always laugh at the ridiculousness of it, and at the naivete of the girls acıbadem escort dumb enough to file into his room like clockwork.

Kristin slipped her knit sweater over her head, arching her body, catching Josh’s eye. The flickering from the monitor lit her in kind of an astonishing way.

He’d watched her undress before. But after being accosted that morning, accused of being, in essence, a shitty male specimen, Josh felt like maybe what he was supposed to be doing—rather than absorbing a British sci-fi show—was ogling the fantastic-looking girl undressing in front of him. He tried examining his girlfriend’s body through fresh eyes. Harmon’s eyes.

Whew. Okay, here goes.

As she slipped out of her jeans and stood there in bra and panties, half-distracted by Doctor Who, he studied her hair, eyes, lips, mouth. Perfect. Conpletely perfect. And that’s being as objective as he could be. She really was flawless. Everybody thought so; it wasn’t possible to think otherwise.

That was tame; he could do better.

What fucking amazing tits, he thought. About ready to burst out of the luckiest bra in the world. Just the thought of playing with those would be enough to get any guy to sign away a testicle.

That was better: more Harmon-esque.

And those legs, smooth like…well, smooth like something really smooth, leading up to that juicy—

Ugh. God. What a terrible exercise. Harmon is repulsive; trying to be him for even twenty seconds was too long.

Josh liked that Kristin was beautiful, but it didn’t matter. Or at least barely mattered. He’d fallen for her through the conversations they’d had in AP Calc about math, physics, comp sci…Josh had never found a girl so interested in those things, so it just felt natural that he’d love her for the things she thought and dreamt about. Not for what she looked like. Noting again, however, that he didn’t mind how she looked.

She turned to him, her hand unconsciously playing with the front of her bra. Her hair was tousled in kind of a spectacular way, and, not really trying—’cause that’s how effortless her beauty was—struck a pose that felt, Josh thought, kind of Victoria’s Secret-ish.

“The Cybermen are awesome,” she said, commenting on the onscreen action.

And that’s why he loved her.

She slinked into bed. “You cold?” she asked as she wriggled up against him.

“A little,” said Josh, “but getting better.”

“I remember camping junior year,” Kristin whispered, “when we were under the covers like this, and it was so cold outside that the tent froze shut.”

“Jesus,” he said. “Yes, that sucked.”

An onscreen explosion drew their attention back to Doctor Who, and they finished the episode. They watched two more beyond that, intermittently interrupted by discussions of just how, precisely, time travel worked on the show. And then Josh heard the tiniest snore.

Kristin’s sleeping face was close to his. He loved how she looked with her eyes closed; loved the shape of her mouth, her lips just parted. The way her body was angled made it impossible not to look down the front of her bra. He thought about Harmon again, how he accused Josh of not being physical with her.

Harmon was wrong. Josh had felt her tits. A lot of times. And he’d be feeling them again, too. In fact he was going to right now.

He stretched out his right hand and lightly ran his fingers underneath the cup of her bra. He saw her smile just a bit. He didn’t know whether she was asleep or awake, but he liked the idea of her smiling either way.

With not very much difficulty he gently undid the fastener on the front of her bra—happily, he’d become sort of adept at this—pulled it back, then reached in and lightly ran his hands over her. Holy hell she felt nice.

Fuck Harmon.

—

Next morning, early, after Kristin had slipped back to her dorm, Josh quietly slinked to the bathroom. It was before seven and he knew Harmon would never be there so early.

“Pratt!” Harmon screamed from inside a shower stall. “That you?”

Oh god. Harmon was up early.

Harmon ripped his curtain open; he stood there naked, the spray washing over him.

“Pratt, it is you!”

Josh walked to the sink to brush his teeth. He couldn’t look at Harmon.

“Hey,” said Harmon. Josh didn’t respond.

“Hey!” he said again.

“HEY!!” he screamed, and Josh glanced quickly at him in the mirror.

“Moron,” yelled Harmon. “Tell your girlfriend thanks for the fucking awesome jack-off session I had yesterday morning. And last night. Twice. Shit, that god damn body of hers I practically shoot my wad just thinking about her.”

He continued. “And you still haven’t introduced me to her! Fuck do I want to meet her. She’d fucking love me!”

“God I cannot even imagine what that pussy must taste like,” he said. “Pratt, what does she taste like? It must be fucking unbelievable.”

(Josh was repulsed…but made a mental note: that’s the kind of observation to make if you’re going to dudullu escort pretend to be Harmon.)

Harmon peered out of the stall.

“Do you know?” he asked. “Do you even fucking know what that tastes like?”

Harmon yelled over to Gonzo’s shower stall.

“He doesn’t know. HE DOESN’T KNOW!!” and Harmon laughed. “God, what a god damn waste you are, Pratt. Embarrassing.”

“God damn it!” Harmon blurted out a few seconds later. “Now I’m so fucking worked up thinking about Pratt’s girl that I’m going to have to jack off again. Right here.”

“Uh, Harmon…” said Gonzo. “That is gross.”

“Oh, if you knew what this girl looked like you wouldn’t think so.”

“And…here we go!” yelled Harmon. Josh couldn’t help but glance in the mirror to see Harmon in his shower stall, curtain open, staring dazedly in the air and stroking his enormous cock.

“Hot damn yes,” he continued, “she’s on top of me and fuck does she look good. I just flicked off her bra and am squeezing the hell out of those beautiful tits…oh…oh Pratt… oh fuck, yeah. And yeah she is getting so wet it’s like fucking embarrassing…”

“Now she’s begging me to nail her so I rip her panties off and…oh…oh..oh fuck yeah goddamn, Pratt, now my cock’s in her and she has the tightest sweetest little pussy, and…”

“oh god…oh god…oh fucking god…yeah…here it comes…Pratt here it comes…” and Harmon let out a howl.

There was silence for a few seconds, then he yelled.

“GOD DAMN I LOVE JOSH’S GIRLFRIEND!!”

Gonzo stared at the wall of Harmon’s shower.

“I hope you’re cleaning that up,” he said.

—

Every day it was something different.

On Wednesday Josh returned to his dorm room to find a little stick figure scrawled on the dry-erase board on his door. The figure had long hair, a tiny skirt, and huge circles on its chest; FUCK ME JOSH was written underneath. Josh pulled out the glass cleaner, the kind that cleans those dry-erase boards really well, and removed every trace.

Thursday the dry-erase board was covered with the well-endowed little female figures. Actually, so was the whole door…all over. All of them were engaged in some sex act with little male figures with huge cocks. At the top of the door, written with permanent sharpie marker it said JOSH WHY WONT YOU EAT MY CUNT.

It was going to take at least an hour to clean all this off. Josh called Kristin, panicked, trying to intercept her before she got to his room. He bailed on their date, sending her off to the movies without him, then spent three hours cleaning until the door was whiter than it’d probably ever been. He could tell she was upset.

Friday, same thing on his door, but more of it. I WANT TO MEET PRATT’S GIRL was scrawled around the border. The door was also covered in ketchup, now dried into a brown crust. On the doorknob was some other white-ish liquid, partially solidified into gelatinous form. Josh suspected what it might be but didn’t want to think about it. After canceling the long-standing dinner plans with Kristin’s visiting parents that night—Kristin was furious, but what else could he do—Josh spent another three hours cleaning it all off.

After that, Josh stopped letting Kristin come over to his room entirely.

Instead, they went to hers. Every night, for weeks, watching not just Doctor Who but every other sci-fi series he could think of, then Orson Welles films, then…and it became obvious it was grating on Kristin. Why don’t we go to your room? she’d ask nearly every night (going out, she already knew, was out of the question) with never a straight answer from Josh in return.

Kristin thought a lot about Josh’s self-deprecating comments, made since the day they’d met, about how boring he was. She’d always laughed and told him that was stupid. But over the past month…he’d turned so quiet. She made the hideous discovery that she really had become bored with him. Crazily bored.

She hated staying in when all of her friends were out. And after being asked out on two separate occasions by guys from class, it was more than she could bear. Kristin met with Josh and quietly told him that maybe it was time to try just being friends.

—

Kristin had a date: a guy named Andrew from her econ class had asked her out. While she was excited about it, something she didn’t see coming was the wide-eyed reaction of the other women on her hall, each of whom knew precisely who Andrew was, and were everything from overjoyed to insanely jealous at the news that Kristin had a date with him. She’d never felt part of the popular crowd—at least, it had been several years since she felt that way—and the attention it brought her was unexpectedly nice. Refreshing. Exciting.

Andrew picked her up—god he looked amazing—and for the first hour or so, she felt wildly uncomfortable. What was she doing out with someone that wasn’t Josh? Everything was different and out-of-sorts: Andrew’s BMW was nicer than Josh’s beat-up Focus, which made her feel incredibly bağdat caddesi escort guilty. She didn’t want things like that to make a difference. But Andrew’s car was so nice. He dressed differently than Josh…better. God how could she do this to Josh?

But as they settled into dinner, things got easier. Not all at once…but Andrew was charming and interesting and easy to talk to and she thought about Josh less and less. Not to mention: she was actually out, not sitting in a dorm room.

The party he took her to afterwards felt fun. His friends seemed great; she spoke easily with them; they were happy to see her. All attractive; the kind of group she was never a part of in high school, consciously so…but today it felt thrilling to be accepted by them. She felt a part of things, for the first time in a long time.

And Andrew. Being with him felt effortless. Kristin knew she was a little starstruck, but even beyond Andrew’s easy charm, great friends, his looks…Kristin felt something. During a lull in conversation with his friends, she looked up at him and flashed a huge smile. She couldn’t believe how beautiful his blue eyes were.

It wasn’t just his eyes. He was beautiful all over. She hadn’t felt this way in a long time. She wanted to rip his clothes off.

—

Coming back from the library, Josh slogged down the hall toward his room.

Josh held his breath as he approached his door. But nothing was splattered on it tonight: no ketchup, no jizz, no caricatures, and nothing destroyed. Actually, he was on a roll: it’d been more than a week since any of that had happened. This is what passed for a good Saturday now.

Josh dumped his books and slouched on his bed. It was two weeks since he and Kristin began their “time out.” He’d written two emails to her in that time. The first time, he got a response from her: a very friendly one. Kristin asked about Josh’s grandma, and if she were coming home for Thanksgiving. At the time Josh wondered, do people ask about another person’s grandmother if they don’t care? Was Kristin probing the possibility of spending Thanksgiving with him? In his response he broached the subject in the most delicate way possible, but it had been eight days since then and he hadn’t heard back.

A week ago, he’d imagined tonight would be the night he’d write Kristin again, asking if maybe he could drop by: Game of Thrones was premiering. Or maybe they could even try going out somewhere. But now that tonight had arrived, sending the email didn’t feel right. But soon. Maybe Wednesday.

He held the copy of Gödel Escher Bach she’d bought him. He read the love note she’d written on the inside cover. In here—in this book—she wasn’t bored with him.

Then he spent a wonderful two minutes pretending he was watching her undress.

He wandered down the hall to brush his teeth, passing Harmon’s room. Another tie on Harmon’s door. Good fucking god.

—

Behind that very door—the door with the distinctive red-and-blue tie hanging from its knob—Kristin was getting a tour of Andrew Harmon’s music collection. (Yes, that Harmon, the frat-boy Harmon, the one who’d spent the past month torturing Josh.)

It seemed so bizarre to Kristin now, how she’d spent the past semester making fun of the guy who lived in this room with its perpetual tie on the door—the “hyper fratboy”, the “player” with the freshman girls cycling through—and all that time it was Andrew, the charming guy who’d taken her on the best date she could remember. She was hoping it wasn’t going to end yet.

Josh was just down the hall, so close by. Kristin was careful to make sure Josh hadn’t seen her sneak into Andrew’s room. Not because she was embarrassed to be here—quite the opposite—but she knew he wouldn’t understand.

She wondered if she should feel more guilty than she did. But this wasn’t about Andrew’s car, or his looks. Josh had wanted to hide her; Andrew wanted to show her off. She couldn’t wait to show Andrew how much she appreciated that.

Kristin’s head was buzzing; she hadn’t felt like this in a very long time. She thought about jealous Anna on her hall and how Anna had said she’d give anything for five minutes alone with Andrew. In fact, all the girls wanted Andrew. Kristin wasn’t going to let anything mess this up.

Josh briefly flashed through Kristin’s mind again while Harmon started to gently coax her sweater off, thirty seconds into their hasty make-out session. Why didn’t Josh realize that the world was a friendly, fun place, filled with great prople, instead of something to be scared of? But that wasn’t her problem anymore.

She was so preoccupied with kissing Harmon she didn’t even notice him reaching over and starting the camera on his cell phone, recording a video that maybe he’d show to Pratt some day when he felt like torturing him.

Getting her top off was way easier than Harmon had ever imagined. In fact her bra came off so quickly he heard a little gasp. (He could get a bra off quicker than than anyone, women included.)

Good god it was fun playing with those tits. Harmon had spent weeks thinking about them, and they didn’t disappont. It was especially fun running his hands over them in front of the camera…you know, for Pratt’s benefit. “So nice…” mouthed Harmon silently to his phone, while Kristin, blissed-out and dreamy-eyed, looked as if she were experiencing the best moment of her life.

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Note: events in this short story take place one week after part 2. All characters are at least 18 years old.

*****

Matthew came into his bedroom and saw that the room was already set up, and Ava was lying on the bed wearing only panties and a bra. Recently Matthew’s younger brother Tom had started asking questions about how to be with a girl – he had a new girlfriend, Ashley, and was nervous about pleasing her when they had sex for the first time. Tom had just turned 18 a few weeks before. Matthew had even caught Tom spying on him and Ava the previous week but he hadn’t said anything to Tom yet. Today he was going to do better than telling Tom how to please his girlfriend; he was going to show him.

Matthew walked down the hall to his brother’s room and opened the door without knocking. Tom was at his computer watching porn. Matthew grabbed him by the shoulder and said “Come here.” Tom followed him with a confused and embarrassed look on his face to his older brother’s bedroom.

When he saw Ava lying on the bed, Tom said “What’s going on?” He tried to leave the room, but Matthew pushed him down into the chair.

“Sit and listen, little brother. We are going to show you how to get your girlfriend off when you finally sleep with her. Now shut up, stay in the chair and watch.” Tom looked very uncomfortable but did what his brother told him. Tom was ten months younger than Matthew and has dark brown hair. He was lean and fit but compared to his ripped brother he looked skinny and weak.

Matthew began to speak: “Before you have sex you need to make sure the girl is turned on. This is because when a girl is turned on her pussy gets wet and it’s easier to enter her. Usually any girl is wet enough for me even without foreplay, but here’s what you’ll do to Ashley.”

Matthew walked over to Ava on the bed and kissed her deeply. After a minute he moved his mouth down over Ava’s neck and shoulder until he got to the top of her breasts. Tom watched on göztepe escort in a mixture of embarrassment and fascination. Matthew lifted Ava so that she was sitting in his lap and unhooked her bra. His mouth immediately moved on her breasts, sucking and biting her nipples. Ava ran her hands through his hair and let out a sigh of pleasure.

Matthew turned to Tom. “Here’s what you do next.”

Matthew lay Ava on her back and knelt down in front of her. He took his time pulling down Ava’s panties, teasing her.

“As you can see, Ava is already very wet, but Ashley may not be. Going down on her is a good way to get her wetter. Here’s how you do it.”

Matthew began by licking all around Ava’s cunt, her clit, her opening and her pussy lips. He then introduced his index and ring fingers all the way into her. Matthew hadn’t shaved in a couple of days so rubbed his stubbley chin against Ava’s clit, making her gasp. He then set his tongue and lips to work on her clit while thrusting his fingers in and out of her.

Matthew turned to face Tom who was watching in utter fascination. “A girl’s clit is very sensitive so pay it some attention,” he said before doing very that to Ava. “There is also another sensitive spot in the pussy. That’s why my fingers are slightly curled when I’m pumping in and out of Ava here.”

Ava moaned. She wasn’t particularly comfortable with the idea of Matthew doing these things to her in front of an audience, but Matthew was in charge. He was the only one who could get her off now – not even masturbation worked anymore – so basically if she ever wanted to orgasm again, she did what Matthew said. She knew it and he knew it.

Matthew continued to coach his younger brother. “A lot of the time I would keep going until Ava orgasms, but not tonight. Most guys wouldn’t want their girl to orgasm before sex in case they decide not to go all the way, but that never happens to me. When bostancı escort you’re with Ashley you can make that decision. Now, Ava is clearly ready, aren’t you?” Ava nodded eagerly and started to undress him.

Matthew looked at Tom. “You’ve now got to choose a position.” Ava removed his shirt, revealing his ripped upper body.

“Do you want her on top? It makes her feel more in control as she can vary the depth and pace.” Next Matthew’s panta came off, revealing his aroused bulge.

“Do you want to be on top? There are a lot of variations to this position but you’ve got to have stamina or she’ll be disappointed.” Finally, Ava removed Matthew’s underwear and his thick, hard 8 inches sprung out.

“Or how about doggy style? My favorite position.”

Matthew manoeuved Ava onto her hands and knees, with her ass at the edge of the bed, and pushed his cock into her dripping wet cunt. “Now, I went in quite fast there but Ava’s used to it. Maybe don’t go so fast with Ashley.”

Tom nodded, his eyes now glued to the scene in front of him. Tom had to admit that he was kind of jealous of his older brother. It seemed that no matter how hard he worked out he would never have a perfect body like Matthew’s, and he wished that he could be this confident with girls. That was even before he saw his brother’s massive cock.

Matthew was now pushing in and out of Ava at a slow pace. “Now, let me tell you about the difference between having sex and fucking. Fucking,” he said, “is what you do to a slut here like Ava.” To demonstrate he grabbed the back of her head, pushed her face down into the mattress and began to pound into her like mad.

“Sex,” he said, “is showing that you care for your partner and want to please them.” Matthew lifted Ava up so that her back was pressed into his chest. One hand was rubbing her clit while the other arm was wrapped possessively around her torso. He kissed up and down tuzla escort her neck and his thrusting was at a calmer pace.

Matthew looked his brother in the eye and said “You’ll be having sex with Ashley, not fucking her. Remember that. Now, here comes the fun part – getting her to orgasm.” Matthew pushed Ava back down onto her hands and knees and grasped her hips. He started again to thrust into Ava, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in, stretching her tight.

“Girls like rhythm. They like consistency. If you set a pace you have to be able to keep up with it,” Matthew said, and he started to speed up after looking down at Ava. “However, you can start to pound faster when she’s near the end. You’ll know when she’s nearly there when her breaths, or gasps, or screams start to quicken.”

Matthew kept fucking into Ava through her orgasm. When she flopped down with only his hands and cock keeping her up, Matthew started to pound into her at crazy speeds before coming a minute later. “You’re doing great if she comes before you,” he said to Tom. He pulled out of Ava and told her to go into the bathroom to clean herself up.

Matthew lay down on the bed, his hands behind his head, still completely naked and fully erect. His cock was wet with a mixture of their juices. “Do you have condoms?” he asked Tom. Without waiting for an answer he continued “I prefer not to use the myself – feels better without them – so I get Ava to take birth control, but you’ll need some for Ashley. I’m sure I have a box lying around somewhere.” At this point Ava emerged from the bathroom wearing a robe. Matthew gestured at her and she came over to suck his cock clean.

Matthew got up and slipped into his own robe. He walked over and clasped Tom on the shoulder. “I know that’s a lot to take in, but do you think you’ll manage?” Tom, still at a loss for words, nodded eagerly.

“Good lad. Now go practice what you’ve learned on Ava,” Matthew said, and he left the room.

Epilogue: Tom managed to fit in a few practice sessions with Ava before feeling confident enough to sleep with girlfriend Ashley. Tom quickly decided that, like his older brother, his favorite position was doggystyle. On the big day he used this position to make Ashley come twice

Part 4 coming soon. Comment any thoughts 🙂

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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!”

——

“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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