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After I broke up with my live-in girlfriend I was kind of at a loose end.  So I became more involved with the local Rotary again.  I had by that time became one of the ‘old hands’, which was good since the local club had swelled with many new recent college graduates joining at the urging of their company officers.  I became more involved in the service side of the club as well;  volunteering at the local Special Olympics, helping to organize a silent auction and other things.Just after Christmas, I was asked by the club president to help a local high school prepare a team for an academic Olympics.  He was putting together a team of ‘coaches’ who would help the teen AO members in various subjects.  My subject was math and physics, which fit my background as an engineer perfectly.So it was that after work on Wednesday, I was at a local high school.  The other coaches and I were there to be briefed by the faculty sponsor of the Academic Olympic team about what the role of academic coach was all about.  There were five of us chatting casually in one of the teacher’s lounges when the sponsor came in.  The sponsor was a woman, and boy, what a woman!  She stood about five-foot-seven and appeared to be in her early thirties, but what was striking was her figure.  She was just curvy enough to be beautiful without appearing overweight.  She had a curvaceous ass and breasts which were arresting but not overly large.  My mouth ran dry at the sight of her.She introduced herself as Sophia (her last name isn’t important) and she was one of the vice-principals of the high school.  Most of what she said went in one ear and out the other because I spent most of the meeting admiring her figure.  She was wearing a black skirted suit which, while professional, showed off her curves quite effectively.  The shirt under her suit jacket was open at the front and showed a hint of creamy cleavage.  On top of everything else, she had a large, full mouth and a full head of dark, slightly curly hair.  “Any questions?” I heard her say, which snapped me out of my reverie.  I wanted to ask her what her measurements were but fortunately thought better of it.  However, as soon as she said that her eyes locked on to mine for about three seconds, in a glance that I can only describe as ‘interest’.  I was hoping my face remained passive as the look was quite jolting, but I soon was distracted she went on to say, “let’s meet the team now.”We followed her to a classroom where Sophia made introductions to the students.  All seemed eager and intelligent, and all deferred to Sophia whenever she spoke to them, addressing her as, ‘yes, ma’am,’ and the such.  This was a lady who took nonsense from no one, a fact I filed away.For the remainder of the day, Sophia never spoke to me directly, although there were two more instances where I caught the ‘interest’ glance.  I was thinking about approaching her myself, but something about her vibe made me think instead to wait until she made a move.  I could tell the woman liked to be in control.The following week we met again with the Academics Olympics team.  Working with them on math and physics was actually fun, for they were all obviously the cream of the crop in terms of capability, and eagerly took in whatever I told them.  Sophia spoke to us coaches before we left, and at the end spoke her first words to me, saying, “I think you missed your calling as a teacher.”  I thanked her and she smiled and breezed off to tend to more vice-principal tasks.The following week was pretty much the same.  By the way, many of the students on the team were quite attractive adolescent ladies on the verge of becoming adults and further wore pretty revealing clothing.  My mind, however, was on the beautiful vice-principal, who seemed to become more appealing in my mind each time I saw here.  This time, after her usual out-brief to the coaches, before we left, Sophia brushed me on the arm gently.  As the others walked away I was left quite alone with her.  She smiled and asked, “Can I call you Sam?””Of course, if I can call you, Sophia,” I replied.  She smiled and said, “I see you grew up in Ohio.”I was taken aback briefly as to where she would have come by that fact until I remembered we all had had to fill out a fairly extensive form to be allowed to become academic coaches, which was I assume followed up by background checks.  Being a vice-principal Sophia would, of course, have seen all of that.”I’m at a disadvantage.  You know much about me but I know little about you,” I replied.Sophia merely went on.  “Moving to Southern California must have been quite a change for you,” she said.”Well, I’ve been here three years now, so I’m managing all right,” I replied.”Are you currently unattached?” she asked. I felt like she probably knew already, but replied, “Yes, I had a nasty break-up recently, but I’ve made a clean break and am moving on.”Sophia was wearing a dark skirt with a white peasant-style blouse that day, somewhat different from her usual business attire.  For the first time, I noticed the top two buttons had recently been unbuttoned, and the tops of her luscious cleavage were not visible.  “I take it you’re unattached?” I asked.Sophia shook her head.  “No, I’m quite alone in the world.  I’ve never been married,” she replied.  I thought there must be a story there, but thought better to pry.We had been standing near the door to the classroom, and Sophia turned and quietly close the door.  Before I could consider this development she came and stood very near to me, and looked up into my face.”I was wondering,” she said, looking me directly in the eye with a gaze that froze me like a deer staring into headlights, “if you would like to come to my house tonight, for some dinner, and some intimacy.”Damn!  This was unexpected.  I felt for a second like someone who had won the lottery.  It’s not every day that a beautiful, intelligent woman offers to sleep with you.  I paused, which was good so I wouldn’t blurt Anadolu yakası escort out one of my usual immature witticisms.  Instead, I said, “so, you mean…?””Yes,” Sophia said, interrupting, “I’m inviting you to my home, and my bed.”I grinned.  “I don’t see how I could turn this down,” I said.Sophia laughed, which was the first time I had heard her laugh.  “You didn’t seem terribly shocked when I made my proposal.”I shook my head.  “I’ve been in LA long enough I think I’ve lost my capacity for astonishment.”She laughed again and reached into a pocket of her skirt.  “Here are directions to my house,” she said, “about six?”I took the paper and said, “I’ll be there.”  Sophia put her hand on my cheek for a moment, then quickly went out the door.  Went I went in the hallway she was already scolding a group of boys who were hanging about near the lockers too long.  I thought for a moment what I might be getting myself in to.————————————–I arrived at Sophia’s house at 6 pm sharp.  She didn’t seem the type who would appreciate someone being ‘fashionable’.She lived in a very ritzy neighborhood, and her house was large and two-story, with yards and flower beds which were professionally maintained.  As I rang her bell I wondered how she could swing this on even a vice-principal’s salary.Sophia answered the door by opening with only her face around the edge of it, hiding most of her body.  I stepped inside and found she was wearing a silk bathrobe that went just down to her knees.  It only barely covered her breasts and her nipples stood out quite distinctly.  She was also doused in a quite alluring fragrance.  Apparently she had been serious about the intimacy part.She took my hand and showed me around her home.  It was large and very nicely furnished, and she seemed rather proud of it.  After several minutes she could tell what I was thinking and said, “I know, I couldn’t afford this on what a vice-principal makes.  I inherited a great deal of money from my parents when they died.”Well, that explained that.  I started to pay less attention to her home and more to her.  It was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra, and presently (as she went up the stairs in front of me) it was clear she wasn’t wearing panties as well.  As we ascended I could see her spectacular ass, with a hint of lips between her legs.  “There’s less to see up here,” she said, taking my hand again.  She led me into what I assumed was her bedroom.  It was a large master bedroom, nicely furnished.  I could see a large walk-in closet and an even larger bathroom.  Sophia made no attempt at showing me around but led me to her large bed.  I could see that the large comforter was turned down and laid on a large chest at the foot of the bed, and the blanket and sheet were likewise turned down.  Sophia turned to face me.”I thought we could break the sexual tension right off by having sex now, and have dinner later if that’s OK with you.  Do you need anything first, like a glass of water or something?”I said I was OK, to which she replied, “fine,” and with one movement dropped her robe.It’s possible to overuse words like ‘spectacular’, ‘incredible’, and ‘breathtaking’ but not in this case.  Sophia had a body she obviously put a lot of effort into.  Her breasts were not overly large but large enough to hang quite pleasingly and were surmounted by plump nipples and sizeable areola.  Her hips were somewhat wide but framed a pleasing lady nest, which had been cleaned of hair and showed her plump labia quite nicely.  But what I was most impressed by were her abs.”Sophia, you’re quite beautiful,” I said, breathlessly, “you’ve put a lot of work into your abs – they very impressive.”Sophia ran her hands over her abs and down her front and along her hips, while gently shaking her breasts.  She did this while I undressed, but the effect was to make my mouth run dry with anticipation.  As I pulled off my pants Sophia sat on the edge of her bed, leaning back in a quite sexual manner with her legs together enough to appear demure but just enough to show the edges of her lips.  As soon as my stiff member came into view Sophia went, “mmmm,” and leaned forward and gently took it in her hands.  She then reached over to her nightstand and pulled from a container what appeared to be some sort of wipe.  She proceeded to wipe my member, balls, and the base of my penis quite thoroughly before tossing the wipe into a trash can under her nightstand.  “I don’t like penis breath,” she said with a chuckle.  She then stroked it softly and said, “it will be heavenly to have this in my body.”Sophia laid on the bed and I laid next to her.  She propped herself on one elbow and ran her hand along my arm, then down to my waist.  I continued to admire her form, and said, “I see you’ve done that bikini waxing.”She smiled and said, “you’ll like the result, once we begin intercourse.”  “I’d like to touch you there,” I said softly.”Oh, you will, I can assure you,” Sophia replied.  She put her hand on the side of my face and said, “I hope you’ll let me take the lead.  You won’t regret the outcome, I can assure you.”I reached out and stroked her cheek.  “I’m not afraid of strong women.  Quite to the contrary, I find them quite alluring,” I said.Sophia took my hand and sucked on my fingers.  She had quite an active tongue and the feeling was exquisite.  Presently she reached down and began stroking my shaft again.”Tell me,” she said, “do you orgasm quickly or slowly.  It doesn’t matter which, I just want to know.””It takes me a long time to cum,” I said, “although when I do I generate quite a copious flow.”Sophia raised one eyebrow and said, “that’s very good to know.”  She came closer and we wrapped our arms around each other.  “Now, give me your tongue,” she whispered.I did as I was told.  One interesting characteristic about Sophia is she has rather large jaws and mouth for a woman, which nicely accommodated her large, Kurtköy escort bayan sensuous lips.  What this meant is her mouth and tongue were quite active and capable.  She softly took my tongue and began sucking it in a way I’ve never known.  This went on for a minute, and then she began exploring my mouth with her tongue.  I tried sucking it but she whispered, “no, let me do it.”  I relaxed as her tongue scoured my mouth as it had never been.  When she finished she said, “that can make some men cum right there, which is why I asked first.”I smiled and nodded.  I think she was encouraged that I wasn’t cross or unhappy in her direction so far.  I had begun rubbing my hands over her rear and back, which she enjoyed as she closed her eyes and simply breathed for several moments.  Presently Sophia pushed me over on my back and began rubbing my chest.  “I shouldn’t have to mention this, but no cumming in my mouth,” she said, then sensing she needed to soften that, kissed me across the lips, and said, “save it for my vagina.”With that, she started licking my nipples with a quick, darting tongue movement which was incredible, while swirling her forefinger across the other.  I was starting to wonder if my member could get any stiffer;  it was already as hard as a car axle.  As if that wasn’t enough Sophia put her lips over each nipple and breathed heavily.  I was concerned I might orgasm soon – this was one talented lady.Sophia began running her tongue down to my member, and I knew what was coming and that I couldn’t stand it.  I gently put my hands on both sides of her head, and she looked up at me.”Sophia, if you do that, I know I’ll ejaculate,” I gasped, “you’ve totally over-stimulated me.  Maybe I should pleasure you now.”She smiled.  “Sorry,” she said, “I know I overdid it, but you appreciate everything I do so much.”  She sat up on her knees and said, “want to lick and suck my breasts?”I nodded eagerly.  Sophia straddled me in front of my erect member.  She leaned forward and took hold of the bed head.  Her breasts dangled in front of my face.  I put both hands on each and rubbed them around eagerly, pausing occasionally to stop and roll one finger over her nipples.  Finally, I began darting my tongue around one nipple in imitation of how she had licked mine.”Ohh, mmm, you’re a quick learner,” she gasped.  She continued, ‘mmm’ing,’ and sighing as continued darting my fingers and tongue over her stiff nipples.  I did this for maybe five minutes, then Sophia said, “Time to start sucking.  Take one in your mouth.”Obediently, I took one breast in my mouth and started deeply sucking the nipple and end of the breast.  I moved my hands down to her rear and started caressing her rear.  After engorging her other breast I buried my head between them and began kissing and nuzzling the chest between them.Finally, she leaned back and looked deeply into my eyes.”Would you like to finish with fellatio or intercourse?” she asked, “If the former, you’ll need to warn me before you ejaculate.  I dislike the taste of semen.””Intercourse, definitely,” I said, and I reached forward with both hands, reached between her thighs, and began stroking her outer labium.  She cried and moaned at this, and rocked back and forth.”Oh, you’re so wet,” I said as I put one finger inside of her.  After a minute she spread my hands apart and said, “Let me show you how wet.”With that, she took my member, put it between her lips, and impaled herself on it.  Other women would slowly work their way down on to my member, but Sophia went down quickly, almost instantly engulfing my member in pure velvet.I cried out at this, so loudly that Sophia asked, “Did you cum?”  I gasped out, “no, but can’t imagine why not!”  Then I added, “you’re incredible.  I love being inside your body.  Let’s have intercourse.”Sophia laughed and began steady, rhythmic intercourse.  Her legs were strong, obviously, she worked out, and she alternated up and down with forward and back motion, which made me moan with ecstasy.  Finally, she leaned forward and began rapid intercourse.  I reached up to her dangling breasts and began stroking her nipples.  Just then she bared her clamped teeth and began a high-pitched squeal while her breath rapidly hissed through her teeth.  After this, her motion slowed as her mouth hung open and she emitted low growling noises.When she finished her orgasm Sophia came off me and felt her vagina.  “You haven’t ejaculated?” she said incredulously.  I shook my head and she said, “my, you’re a keeper.”  At this, she laid down, spread her legs, and said, “OK, normal missionary position, and be sure and shoot a big wad into me.”I didn’t have to be told twice, and rapidly laid between her thighs and penetrated her.  Sophia put her hands out on either side of her and began breathing hard as I began rapid intercourse.  After about five minutes Sophia pulled her legs up by the knees, and I shifted to the new position as she said, “Deeper entry, now make love and fill me.”It only took a few more minutes before the old feeling went up my spine, and in my next thrust, I grunted loudly and shot deep into Sophia’s body.  As I ejaculated, Sophia began squealing through clenched teeth again, indicating she was having a second orgasm while I grunted through mine.   I finished breathing heavily with my softening member still in her vagina while Sophia caught her breath too.  As I came off of her Sophia used three fingers to clamp her lip shut while saying, “hand me that box of tissues, please.”I complied and Sophia pulled out a fistful of tissues and held them to her crotch.  After a moment she pulled them away and inspected them.”You were certainly right about your copious amount of semen,” she said, “if I hadn’t been fixed I’d probably be conceiving triplets right now.”I noted but ignored the ‘fixed’ remark, for I was more interested in something else she had said.  “So, I’m a keeper?” I asked.Sophia rolled Escort Maltepe over and put her chin on my chest, looking at me with a happy smile.”Oh, it’s an expression,” she said, “it’s just it’s not often I get to orgasm before the guy does.  You can hold your semen quite a while.  That let me have two orgasms.”  She laid the side of her head on my chest.  “I’m not looking for a roommate,” she said with a chuckle.I didn’t say anything more and simply began stroking her hair, which I realized was very soft.  Sophia rubbed one hand across my tummy.  I very much enjoyed this time of intimate cool down.Finally, Sophia sat up.  “I still owe you a dinner,” she said, “you must be ravenous.”  Before I could reply she was up and putting on her bathrobe.  She went to her closet and came back with another robe, this one larger and obviously made for a man.”Here,” she said, “no need to get dressed.”  She winked at me and started down the stairs.I put on the robe and went downstairs, finding Sophia in the kitchen.  I thought about embracing her or kissing her neck, but before I could she turned and said “Hi, that robe fits you well.  Come here and stir this please.”  Sensing what I had in mind with eerie mind-reading ability, she touched my face again and said, “you’re very sweet, but I’m hungry.”I started stirring as Sophia worked on a salad.  She stopped suddenly, opened her robe and spread her legs, and looked down (with her back to me, so I didn’t get a free show).”Oh damn,” she said, “your semen is gushing out of me and running down my thighs.  Just stir the soup occasionally and I’ll be right back.”I was rather embarrassed, for it wasn’t the first time a woman had complained of the volume of my semen production.  I stirred the soup and took sips from an excellent white wine she had on the counter.  Sophia returned about ten minutes later.”Thank God for bidets,” she said laughing. I replied, “sorry.”And she said, “Oh don’t be.  I like virility.”Within fifteen minutes, we had a quite excellent meal on the table, with a shrimp and pasta dish, salad, fresh bread, and starting with a soup I had been stirring and which I couldn’t quite identify, and quite obviously had onions in it, but otherwise was excellent.  I gushed over the quality of the meal as we sat down.”I can’t completely take credit,” she said, “I have a cook who set most of this up, although I did make the soup last night.”We ate mostly in silence – Sophia wasn’t the chatty type;  when she said something, it was meant to be meaningful.  Feeling the silence oppressive, I finally said, “Do you feel me less of a man, that I follow your lead instead of taking charge?””Men who have to lord over a woman I feel are less manly,” she said, “they have to make up for their own perceived shortcomings by always being in charge.  Men like you are more quietly confident of their manhood.  For instance, you’re not hung up on the size of your penis.”I was kind of caught up short by that, but Sophia went on.  “Your penis is a fine size, quite attractive and capable of fulfilling my needs, but most men unless theirs are nine inches or longer try to hide them until they’re under the covers.  I find that behavior most distasteful.”I chuckled, and Sophia chuckled too and said, “I know, I believe I’m an acquired taste.”I shook my head and said, “There’s much more to you than your outstanding body and excellent lovemaking skills.  I’m finding that out more by the moment.”Sophia beamed, for the first time since I met her.  She said, “I know you’re quite genuine about that.  Thank you.”  She took a bite and went on.  “Many of the students at my high schools think I’m chubby.””Many of the students at your high school are adolescent idiots, apparently,” I remarked, “they’ve been time online looking at porn.”Sophia agreed, and this brought on a quite learned discussion about porn which Sophia was already becoming quite knowledgeable about as part of her role as a vice-principal.Sophia brought out a quite lovely cheesecake for dessert, and while we ate I finally asked, “Why is an incredible, beautiful, intelligent woman such as yourself living alone?”Sophia didn’t look up, and it was apparent she had been expecting the question and dreading it.  Finally, she looked up and said, “I have Huntington’s Disease.  Are you familiar with it?”I was taken aback substantially but still managed to say, “I’ve heard of it.  It’s inherited, isn’t it?””Yes,” she said, “and incurable.  I’ll be dead by the time I’m fifty, if not sooner.””Good Lord,” I said.  I reached out and touched her hands.  She patted it, somewhat perfunctory, then withdrew her hand.  She looked at me with a wry expression.”I understand how you feel, but I’m really beyond sympathy at this point,” she said, “since it’s incurable and heritable I had myself sterilized many years ago.  Given that I can’t have a family and my life expectancy is short, I determined not to marry.””Are you happy?” I asked.”I’m satisfied if that’s what you mean,” she replied, “I’m having a positive influence on the young people at my school, and I enjoy the way I live.”I started to say something else, but Sophia cut me off.  “I’d rather not discuss it further,” she said, with finality.  To punctuate this, she picked up the dessert plates and carried them into the kitchen.  We cleaned up after dinner in silence, then Sophia grabbed a fresh bottle of wine and two glasses.  I followed her into her living room, where she gestured for me to sit on a couch in front of a fireplace.  She went over and turned a valve, and in a moment there was a roaring fire in front of us, apparently fueled by natural gas.  Sophia turned and once again dropped her robe.  The outline of her nude form against the flames was a sight to behold.  She picked up the wine bottle and glasses, handed me one, filled them both, then sat down next to me. We drank in silence for a moment.  Then Sophia took my glass and put them both on the end table.  She then sat back and spread her legs.  The musty smell of her lady nest seemed to fill the room.”I think we were discussing touching my labia,” she said, “give me your hand.”I gave her my hand and she proceeded to press it to her lady nest.  It felt warm, moist, and musty.  Sophia took my fingers and proceeded to give me a guided tour of her vulva.

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