There is a school of thought that eyes, besides being a window into one’s soul, are the key to that unique sex appeal which attracts one person to another. It is not clear whether this is because, through eye contact, one knows what the other is thinking, or whether it is just that one knows what they would like the other to be thinking.

Martin stared impassively out of the compartment window, pondering an engineering solution for keeping railway carriage windows cleaner, as a diversion from the job-related issues just left behind in the city. This was more acceptable than pondering his own failure in life to secure a soul mate, owing to an imbalance between inadequate social skills and an overactive sex drive.

The early evening train home entered the Holbrook tunnel. The interior lights, combined with the exterior gloom and grime, turned the window into a mirror. Unappealing goods yards transmuted into the pair of eyes belonging to the girl sitting opposite, perfectly focussing on his. Martin instinctively followed commuting etiquette by smiling briefly and averting his gaze. A feeling then nagged him that his opposite number had not followed suit, but raising his eyes again to meet hers in order to confirm this theory would simply breach the protocol he had committed to. He therefore gazed more obliquely onto the mirror, at the reflection of her breasts, and remained doing so for the statutory length of time above which one risked being justifiably exposed as a pervert. Then he closed his eyes and pretended to doze, determined to avoid the fatal mistake of falling asleep, exhibiting open mouth with quivering lower lip, a grotesquely twisted body, and snoring like a foghorn. Not to mention the probability of missing his stop — the curse of the commuter.

His waking dreams were of the girl opposite. Those eyes. Those eyes. Green? Brown? He didn’t even know. Were they heavy with shadow? Overdone with mascara? He didn’t know that either. Just that if there was such a thing as ‘come-to-bed-Martin eyes’, they were it. The train slowed for his stop, avrupa yakası escort and he welcomed the excuse to get another look, maybe chat her up if he could think of anything witty or intelligent to say, which was unlikely. He opened his eyes. Fuck shit. She was gone. Must have got off at the Lily Bottom stop. Martin knew he’d blown his chance of getting off at all.

Saturday night arrived and Martin met up as usual with his mates at the Tuns. Josh suggested they cut across to his cousin’s house where Jen needed more men for a Vicars and Tarts party. Martin didn’t like parties in general — he was rubbish at small talk. At this one, at least, he would be able to perv at all the women in their fetish costumes, stockings, suspenders, high heels, short leather skirts and low cut bustiers… “Ok,” he agreed, “there’s no decent football on. I’m up for it.”

With a steely resolve, reinforced by two or three strong lagers always guaranteed to induce a feeling of irresistibility to women, he went to the enormous trouble of putting his white shirt on back to front to make a dog collar, and bought a cheap bottle of red at the garage. Jen met them at the door. Martin handed over his bottle, hardly lifting his eyes from her split skirt and fishnet stockings.

Bren was there. God she was big. And loud. Martin listed suffocation in Bren’s cleavage as a preferred option of shuffling off one’s mortal coil. Girls he didn’t know in cheap pvc and lycra were bopping to distorted music he didn’t know either. He sat with his drink, assessing the talent. Not bad. Irma la Duce looked ok, except the wig colour clashed horribly with her skin colour. One with a skirt which could have been mistaken for a wide belt was ok-ish, but should one wear a short skirt with thighs that size?… A frumpy girl in an awful yellow flouncy dress with puffed out brown ruffs and cuffs… another in a stunning dominatrix outfit but a mumsy face which didn’t match the costume. Another Saturday night, and Martin’s non-existent love istanbul escort life looked like remaining that way. Plenty of material for a masturbation fantasy after getting home, he consoled himself.

“Mind if I join you, Vicar?” Martin caught the voice’s owner in the corner of his eye. Oh no. It was the frump in the baggy yellow dress. Shit.

“Er, yes.. I mean no.. please do.” Martin shifted awkwardly along the sofa and the yellow dress slid in beside him. He welcomed the warmth and fragrance of her body, but it made him nervous, afraid of being saddled with a girl he wasn’t likely ever to fancy. He did however now notice the heeled thigh boots which had not been evident to him when she had been on her feet. Reluctantly he looked up at her face. His mouth dropped. His senses seized. His body petrified. Those eyes. Those eyes. I know those eyes. I’ve seen them before. The girl on the train.

“Paula.”

“Er, Martin.” He cursed his inability even to announce his name without umming or erring.

“From the train,” she said. “I see you every day. You get the 5.15. Same as me except Wednesdays. You never say hello.”

“Er, that’s right… I mean… you do?” Why did he flounder so pathetically? The eyes of his dreams were trained on him. He was like a rabbit caught in a car’s headlights. Mesmerised. Helpless. Craving to be run over.

“Like my outfit?”

Dilemma. Should I lie and say it’s very fetching, or is there a chance of me spending the rest of my life with her, in which case I should be honest from the outset and tell her it’s hideous. “It doesn’t really do you justice.” Martin was proud of his diplomacy and lack of hesitation.

“I’m a custard tart,” Paula said, without changing facial expression nor easing up the intensity of her gaze. The rabbit was a gonna. Martin cursed himself again for not getting the joke until it was way too late to laugh. She must think I’m a complete charmless dork with a sense of humour by-pass. But I want her so much.

“Wanna eat me?” Paula’s risqué innuendo didn’t anadolu yakası escort improve Martin’s state of composure. All he saw was the erotic paradise promised in her eyes, and took the invitation at face value.

He answered without hesitation this time. “Oh yes. Oh my God, yes.” Rabbit meat. Smitten.

Paula edged closer to Martin, her knee pressing up against his thigh. “You were staring at my tits the other evening, weren’t you?” she said rather admonishingly, though her wide sparkling hazel eyes remained focussed on his, and exuded fun and excitement.

True to form, Martin managed to blurt out “No, I mean yes, but I er…”. His predicament was curtailed by Jen, brandishing a large jug of punch.

“Hey you two, no snogging before ten o’clock, we have a gallon of sangria to get shot of.”

Two hours later, a rather inebriated couple stood outside the front door of Paula’s apartment. “I don’t usually do this on a first date, but would you like to come in for a coffee – you look a little worse for wear,” she said.

“No, I’m….. er, f-fine,” complained Martin. “I mean, yes, that w…ould be great.” He was dying to embrace and kiss her, but knew deep down he had over-imbibed a heady mix of strong drink.

The next thing he remembered was waking up in the morning on Paula’s sofa, wearing her fluffy dressing gown though otherwise naked. There, close by, standing wearing a sumptious black satin robe was Paula, with a tray of fruit juice and black coffee. Martin began to wonder if he was still dreaming, not recalling anything after falling over Paula’s front door step.

“Paula,” he gasped. “You are an angel. How ever did you scrape me off the pavement and deliver me here? I am such a useless idiot. Too much to drink. Can’t even string two sentences together. I’m so sorry I’ve caused you such grief.”

“Don’t be silly,” Paula said smiling. “It was fun. And by the way, you just managed six sentences. Get some juice and coffee down you, get yourself spruced up in the bathroom, and meet me in the bedroom. Hey – it’s Sunday. Lie-in day.”

He rose from the sofa, took the tray from her, and gazed once more into her beguiling eyes. “Really?” he pleaded. “After all that’s happened and the trouble I’ve caused you, we’re still on a date?”

“It’s your eyes, sweetie,” Paula confessed in a whisper. “They’re so full of passionate desire, honesty… and love.”

(Usual Disclaimer Time: All the characters in this story are 18 years old or older, and since we’re living in the wide wonderful world of porno-land here, where clichés roam free and things might get a little unrealistic from time to time, please remember it’s all in good fun.)

(Author’s Note: This story requires a little explanation before we get too deep into it. Book Club Memories is a much-requested spin-off tale from my vaguely epic story Senior Year Memories, taking place between chapters 40 and 41 of that tale. All of you who have read that far in the story will hopefully enjoy the continuation of various storylines, but as for the rest of you, I want to let you know now that it is NOT necessary to be a Senior Year Memories expert to enjoy this story (though it certainly will help for overall enjoyment). I’m doing my best to write it as both a continuation, and a miniseries that will stand on its own for your reading pleasure. I hope you all enjoy!

Further, I would like to thank the readers whose votes helped determine some of the action of this story. As always, I want to give special thanks to fellow Literotica author Lil_kitty for her excellent work as my editor and acting as a second set of eyes on this chapter, and for letting me know what did and didn’t work; if you get a chance, please check out her work and drop some stars if you enjoyed, she writes some very hot and fun stories.)

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SUNDAY MORNING

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Before my senior year of high school began, I never thought I’d be the kind of guy who’d wake up bright and early and just jump into working out. However, with all the life-altering changes this year brought, regularly working out was ultimately one of the less remarkable ones.

When the year began, I was a scrawny and pale nerd who stood just under six feet tall. The nerd part hadn’t changed, nor had the paleness or my height, but with the help of a very enthusiastic cheerleader (who now happened to be one of my two girlfriends), I’d gotten in pretty good shape by March, putting on a fair bit of muscle and gaining stamina over the past months. I would never look amazing or be in a place where I’d try out for the football team, but even I had to admit that in the right light, I was looking pretty good these days.

This did, however, have the unexpected side effect that I actually started to itch and ache for exercise if I had gone too long without it, and that the only cure for this was to actually do something every so often.

And that is how, even while on something of a long weekend vacation, I found myself waking up earlier than I expected and ready to jump out of bed, eager to get a jog in. I put on my glasses, dressed quietly and looked back at the bed, finding it a *very* difficult bed to leave, as still sleeping in it was the deliciously nude form of Mrs. Cassandra Pruitt. She was the mother of one of my oldest friends, Kaitlyn (the girl who took my virginity, as a matter of fact), and we’d spent the better part of the night fucking every which way until we were ready to pass out. For a woman I had often looked up to as a surrogate mother figure when I was little, I never knew how utterly filthy she could be… how eagerly she’d take it in every hole, guzzling down my cum and begging for more, all the while sharing in a certain unique intimacy that made me hard just to think about last night…

Fuck, just looking at her in bed like this, softly breathing on her back, her DD-cup tits rising and falling, it nearly made me change my plans. I could have just stopped then and there, stripped back down and woken her up so we could have some serious fun. No doubt she’d give me one hell of a workout, at that, one that would make any jog pale in comparison.

But once I started having sex with one of the MILFs at this getaway, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop, and I still wanted to check out the beautifully forested area surrounding the house the book club rented for the weekend before we all had to go back to our regular lives.

So, after I finished dressing and pulled on my shoes, I crept out of the room, and then made my way towards the back door. It was mostly quiet inside, and no doubt most of the ladies were still sleeping. The sun was shining, but everyone had a lot to sleep off after the partying of the last couple days… though I could swear I heard some moaning in the distance, which brought a smile to my face.

I slipped out the sliding glass door near the kitchen, out past the pool and the hot tub, and took in the beautiful morning before me. The nearby lake was shimmering with the early morning sun and looked utterly idyllic, while the forest of pine trees that ran around it looked as gorgeous and simultaneously foreboding. I’d heard from Lauren on our drive up that there were supposed to be some hiking and jogging trails that ran around the lake, and as I stepped off the deck that led away from the house’s pool area, I found one quickly enough that looked like it passed through a decently dense area of forest, but not too far from the lake.

With a grin, I took off at a decently tuzla escort paced jog, enjoying the freedom of the moment.

Now, normally nature and I didn’t exactly get along. Everything that grew seemed to live for attacking my sinuses, while the sun wanted nothing more than to boil me alive. While I couldn’t help any of my issues with the plant side of things, the trees did offer sufficient cover from the sun, and when I realized that I could breathe decently enough after a good jog away from the house, I put on the speed and really got into it.

Without my phone, I only had the sounds of the forest, my own steady breaths, and my footfalls on the fallen leaves and needles to keep me company. It was a unique experience for a proud city kid, but I was loving this moment of solitude. I had spent most of my life more or less being my own best friend, but this year had brought about a social life and dozens of new friends that I couldn’t have been more grateful for, as well as all the social obligations that came with this newly expanded life. I didn’t get as much time by myself as I was used to, and while this was still a distinct improvement, it did give some extra power to these moments of solitude that I chose for myself.

Jogging like this, I felt fucking *alive*, with every step energizing me and filling me with life, and I could have howled with joy if I wasn’t afraid of pissing off anything that might have been living in the forest and wanting to make a meal out of me.

I’d probably made it a little more than a mile and a half down one of the trails before I stopped, taking a moment to stretch and catch my breath and get back to savoring… well, everything about this weekend, really. This slice of paradise in nature I was taking was good for a brief change of pace, but that novelty was wearing off, and suddenly getting back to the house began to sound positively exciting. The thought of all those horny MILFs, many of whom I considered close friends, waking up and getting ready for another day of hot sex… well, that got the blood flowing somewhere else in my body now that I’d filled up my need for some alone time. I was feeling in a mood for seizing this day and going after what I wanted, and if I didn’t want to miss out on any of those opportunities, I knew I’d be best off making my way back to the house.

So, I turned back, wondering just what kind of debauchery awaited me…

I didn’t have to wait very long to find out.

A short distance from the house, I could hear the familiar sounds of a woman moaning. Not just any woman, but one I was intimately familiar with.

Not wanting to interrupt what would certainly prove an interesting sight, I slowed my jog and crept along the path, sneaking closer until I could discover the source of the moaning… no, not just moaning anymore. Moaning, and a voice, one that was low and playful and pleasantly commanding, as two women had snuck off to the edge of the forest for a little outdoor fun.

Creeping through the trees and keeping myself reasonably well-hidden, I snuck around to the source of these sounds and saw a truly delightful sight. Statuesque redhead Mrs. Lauren McNeil had her back to a tree. Her long, straight hair was held back from her face in a ponytail, while she’d dressed well for a run with jogging shoes, light-colored leggings and an equally light sports bra. This look showed off her pale, flawless skin almost as well as it showed off her pornstar body, with toned legs leading to an epic ass, and large, DDD-cup tits that threatened to spill out of her sports bra.

Well, I should say they *would’ve* threatened to spill out of her sports bra, if her magnificently epic tits hadn’t already been freed. Her magnificently round breasts were bared with hard nipples standing out proudly, while her gorgeous face was screwed up in a look of absolute ecstasy. She moaned loudly, bracing herself against the tree as her shapely, and now shaky as hell, legs struggled to keep her balanced.

This condition was most likely due to the woman standing in front of her, who had one hand buried down the front of Lauren’s leggings, while the other groped at her tits.

Seeing who she was with, I was hardly going to blame Lauren for losing control.

“See? Isn’t this a lot better than worrying about some bitch who isn’t even here yet?” Ms. Viola Kent purred, grinning deliciously as she vigorously fingered Lauren. “This is a weekend about fun and excitement… not worrying about some cunt who likes to start problems…”

Lauren groaned, her eyes fluttering as she tried to put any words together. “I… but… but…”

“Hush, now…” Viola said, her beautiful brown eyes darting briefly in my direction, almost as if she knew where I was. “Don’t talk… just cum for me like a good little slut…”

This was an interesting way to put it, considering that Lauren was positively Amazonian compared to Viola. While Lauren was a 5’11” stacked redhead, Viola was a lithe and lean 5’7″ brunette, with a toned, dancer’s body that was göztepe escort showcased well by her own dark sports bra and stretchy booty shorts ensemble. Her silky, mid-back length black hair was tied up in a bun, allowing me to get something of a look of her achingly beautiful face as she continued to finger Lauren. While I couldn’t be sure that she’d seen me, the way she stepped ever so slightly to the side gave me a better view of Lauren’s half-naked body, which I appreciated greatly.

While it looked like they had gotten a bit distracted while taking a jog of their own, I certainly wasn’t going to complain. I watched them like this for a few minutes, Viola pushing Lauren closer and closer to an orgasm as she herself began to look like a lust-fueled monster. By the time she was leaning in to first suckle at, then gently bite onto Lauren’s tits, I already had my cock pulled out of my shorts, stroking myself in anticipation at this powerfully erotic sight.

By the time Viola bit down nice and hard, Lauren had hit her limit, crying out and shaking with explosive pressure as Viola made her cum. She writhed and jerked against the side of the tree, her legs threatening to give out beneath her as she came violently. Though seemingly small, Viola had the muscles of a dancer and was more than capable of keeping Lauren vertical, holding her and whispering sweet nothings to her as she kissed Lauren through the last waves, before letting go and pulling her hand from Lauren’s pants.

“See? Isn’t this better than worrying over nothing?” Viola asked, kissing her friend and smiling with some amusement.

“Oh, god… much…” Lauren laughed, her body now flush with exertion.

Viola licked her glistening fingers off. “You really gushed hard there…”

“I did?” Lauren asked, looking down at her leggings with some embarrassment. “Holy fuck, I really did! God, I’m a fucking mess…”

“I’ll take that as a compliment to my skills…” Viola said, thrusting the last of her juice-soaked fingers in Lauren’s mouth, relishing the power of making the redhead suck her fingers clean. “You should probably head back to the house and clean up… I still think I’ve got a workout in me to go…”

“Yeah… yeah, that’s probably a good idea… but when you get back, you better sit on my face! I need to pay you back!” Lauren said, walking off wobbily toward the house.

Viola laughed. “Ha! I know you’re good for it…”

She waited a moment to make sure Lauren had gotten a good distance away before shaking her head and sighing. “Alright, Ryan, show’s over; you can come out now…”

There was no point in denying my presence, so I stepped out from behind the tree I’d been watching from. I was no longer stroking my cock, but I didn’t see any need to hide it, either. Even at this distance, the heat between the two of us was undeniable; I’d long thought Viola Kent was one of the hottest women I’d ever known, and when the two of us got together in the bedroom, there was nothing but fire. Everything about her, from her playful sarcasm, to that slight glint of dark mischief in her eyes, to the subtlest graceful movements of her unbearably hot dancer’s body, made her into the walking embodiment of sex. Merely being in her presence had a way of getting me hard almost instantly, and now with such a charged moment between us… yeah, I was looking forward to what would be happening shortly.

“My, my, my, looks like you were enjoying your little bout with voyeurism,” she purred in her sexiest confident tone, looking down at all ten, thick inches of my cock. “You had a good time watching Lauren and me play, didn’t you?”

“That obvious, huh?” I said, walking over to her and smiling, confident.

“Pretty obvious…” Viola replied as I got close to her, reaching down and gently taking hold of my cock.

I groaned. I think she might have groaned a little too as my cock twitched in her hand, smiles crossing both of our faces.

“Though I don’t mean to distract much from that excellent treatment you’re giving me, I must ask… what’s got Lauren so bothered that you had to finger her worries away?” I asked, curious and trying to prevent my own knees from weakening at Viola’s touch.

“One of the later arrivals showing up today… she can be a bit of a handful,” she replied, gently stroking my cock and spreading my precum around with her thumb.

Groaning, I asked, “Who?”

“Karen Bowman,” Viola said simply, speeding up her handjob ever so slightly at the mention of a name she knew would get a reaction.

It was only the firmness of her jerking my cock that kept my reaction to this name from being more dramatic. While I’d never met Karen Bowman in person, I knew her son, Kyle, much better than I’d have ever wanted to. A football player and bully of the highest order, he’d made most of my life in high school hell, while he got away with everything by being handsome and wealthy and well-connected. At the beginning of this year, I’d gained enough confidence (through the power of sex, naturally) to bostancı escort finally refuse doing his schoolwork, which led to him knocking me out cold. With the help of my friends, I’d gotten my revenge on Kyle at Homecoming, fucking his current girlfriend and getting him expelled in the same night in what was easily one of the highlights of my life.

For the past month or so, however, I’d been receiving trays of cookies sent to my house from his mother, who was trying to make nice with me and my dad for reasons I didn’t thoroughly understand yet. I didn’t know much about her other than her being a kind of power player around our small town, head of the PTA (even after Kyle was expelled, which I didn’t fully understand) and with her finger in almost every pie around… I knew she was currently threatening to veto the school drama department’s upcoming spring play, no doubt to throw her weight around after what happened with Kyle, and I wouldn’t doubt that she had other plans for revenge in play.

A conflict with her was something I knew to be inevitable, but it wasn’t something I was expecting to happen so soon. Sure, Viola had mentioned once that she was part of the book club, but… well, maybe in my naivete, I’d thought that I wouldn’t have to deal with her this weekend.

Not when I was much happier dealing with Viola’s strong, eager hand on my cock.

I moaned. “Fuck that’s good… why… how is Karen Bowman even a part of this club… you ladies don’t really… don’t really seem her speed…”

Viola laughed, never once letting up on her perfect handjob. “No… you’re right about that… I think when she first joined, she thought it was an actual book club… where she could talk books and drink wine and network, or at least try to dominate all of us ladies in conversation until she got exactly what she wanted and steered every conversation in a way that would suit her… and things were difficult when she joined, but I could tell that she probably had a wild side buried deep inside of her…”

“An uptight bitch like her…” I said breathily, thrusting against Viola’s hand. “Bet she loves it in the ass.”

“How’d you guess?” Viola said, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

“Sage advice from one of the smartest people I know,” I said, thinking fondly of one of my earliest sexual encounters this year. “So she caught on to the book club’s true purpose?”

“Karen? Oh yeah,” Viola said, unmindful of the way I reached up and pulled her sports bra over her tits, revealing her perfect and bare B-cup tits to me. “She’s a real crazy slut if you give her half the chance… she’ll try to walk all over you first, and she’s pretty greedy if you let her, but if you don’t give her an inch, you can take her pretty easily…”

While I was enjoying this advice for what was to come later, I was enjoying the feeling of Viola’s hand, and the sight of her rock-hard nipples, even more. Hungry, and determined to get what I wanted today, I grabbed hold of Viola’s wrist and took her hand off my cock. A little forcefully, I grabbed her by the shoulders, turning her around and bending her over so she had to brace her hands on the nearby tree she’d been fingering Lauren against earlier. With her perfect, tight and deliciously round ass pointed out toward me, Viola looked perfectly vulnerable, and painfully sexy.

Viola looked over her shoulder at me with one of her amazing, “come fuck me” gazes, then set about lightly twerking her ass at me. Though she may have been a loving and supportive mother now, it was moments like this when I could see her former career as a stripper showing through.

“Well, Ryan… you got me all bent over and ready, and you have no idea how fucking horny I am right now…” Viola said, grinning lustfully and continuing to gyrate her ass seductively, jutting out just enough to rub her clothed ass against my bare cock. “It seems like you know what you want…”

“I do…” I said, grinning back at her and taking a step closer, now resting my cock between her clothed ass cheeks as she continued to twerk.

“Well?” she continued, dropping her voice into a seductively husky tone. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Licking my lips, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her booty shorts, and began to pull.

Darkly, I hissed, “This…”

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If you were to look at the forested lake where the book club had chosen to take their retreat this year from a distance, the sight you would have seen would have likely seemed idyllic. Serene, even. A true slice of natural glory that not even man’s destructive hand could have found a way of destroying.

If you were to actually be present in that forest near our isolated hideaway, on the other hand, you would have known it was anything *but* serene.

“GOD, YES!!! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY SLUTTY MILF ASS!!!” Viola cried out as I did, well, exactly that.

She was turned away from me, one hand braced against the same tree she’d been fingering Lauren against, the other hand between her legs, furiously fingering her clit. Her shorts and panties were dropped around her ankles, much like my own shorts as I drove every damn inch of my cock in and out of her tight, toned ass. Her bare tits bounced with every impact as I gripped her hips with my hands tightly, driving into her without abandon as I got to savor one of life’s greatest pleasures balls deep and rough as I could.

Author’s Foreword: I have a thing for big-titted blonde MILF bimbos, so I just started writing this as a simple stroker story. Then I realized I couldn’t get all the fun stuff I had in my head in this one scene, so it’s now become my first attempt at an open-ended setup story to allow for unlimited future episodes. The next three parts are already plotted out, but I’d love to hear your ideas or desires on where this should go. Let me know by comment or DM if you have an idea, situation, or fantasy to explore in a future episode.

I realize, too, that this story hasn’t allowed for much depth of character, but future stories will show more of who these two are and what motivates them. As much as I try to leave all this emotional shit out, I just can’t help it. But I will say right now, that the focus is one fucking and fantasies and all the stuff you’re here on Literotica for — make no mistake about that!

If you like this one, be sure to favorite me, so you’ll get a notification when the next part is published. As usual, I request your feedback and general remarks — good or bad — in the comments section.

Jalgis once again gets my thanks for another excellent job of editing — lots of effort went into shaping, suggesting, and correcting to get this ready for publishing.

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Damn.

After what was probably my thirtieth yank on the pull starter, I finally gave up on the likelihood that my old, worn-out two-stroke lawn mower was going to turn over without additional help. This old junker had been getting harder and harder to start over the last few weeks, but it looked like it was time to pull it back into the garage for some troubleshooting.

With practiced ease, I cleaned the air filter and replaced the spark plug. When this didn’t get the mower working, I checked the functions of the carburetor and ignition coil. After an hour and a half, I wasn’t any closer to getting it to run and I just lost my shit.Fuck it! I’m not going to do another thing to keep this hunk of shit running. I knew that it might just need a new set of rings but I’d already wasted hundreds of hours to keep this mower working and I resolved then and there that I wasn’t going to waste any more time patching this thing up.

I wheeled it to the curb and left it there to rot for the two days until the garbage truck came.

With most of the morning gone, I went inside and grabbed a bottle of water before sitting down at the computer. I pulled up Facebook Marketplace and searched for a nice mower. If I was going to buy something new, I was going to get something that would make my weekly yard work faster and easier.

I searched for “honda self-propelled mower” as a first try because I have always liked their engines. I searched for the lowest price and saw the picture of a brand new mower with a 21″ deck for $50. The description said, “Brand New, Never Used” and looked to be close enough that I could get it quickly if it was still available. It certainly seemed too good to be true. I messaged “Nikki Davenport” to see if it was still available.

I went back to the search results to find another option in the likely event that this one wasn’t going to work out. I checked a few more of the cheaper options but they looked as ratty as my ex-lawn mowing implement. The rest were all in the $300 range so I was about to pull up the Home Depot page and just go get a new one when I heard the ding of response.

Her: “Yes, it’s available.”

Her: “I just listed it about 10 minutes ago and already have a dozen responses.”

Her: “But you were first so it’s yours if you can come in the next 30 minutes.”

Me: “I definitely want it. My old mower just died.”

Me: “Would love to get it now, so I can still get the yard done this afternoon.”

After a long pause, I saw the “…” of her typing. I waited, half-expecting a change of heart.

Her: “9802 Forest Meadow Lane”

Her: “Get here as soon as you can because I have something I want to do this afternoon, too.”

Her: “I’m out by the pool. Just park in the driveway and come around the side when you get here.”

I responded immediately.

Me: “Ok, I’m on my way now.”

Before I got up to leave, I checked her profile so I’d know how to recognize her.DAMN! She was super hot. She was mid-forties or so with straight platinum blonde hair, a broad and inviting smile with perfect teeth, a lean and tanned runner’s body, and a huge and gravity-defying rack that a few dozen bikini pics documented extensively. And…divorced. I re-read the message string. For a split second, my mind read this as her on the prowl and then, just as quickly, I dismissed it as wishful thinking on my part.

I grabbed a CLIF bar on the way out as my lunch so I could get this mower before it was gone.

The way over, though, I kept thinking about those photos of her. One image was burned into my memory: her taut body barely covered by tiny triangles of pink fabric. How I wished to see her in that when I arrived. beykoz escort What I realized to be far more likely when I got there was a woman ten years older, eighty pounds heavier, and wearing a muumuu. That helped center my thoughts and allowed me to relax for the remainder of the short drive.

When I arrived at her house, I backed my truck into her driveway and stopped a few feet away from the closed garage door to make loading up the mower easier. I followed a footpath from the driveway along the side of the house around to the back. As I approached a black wrought iron fence, I could hear the bubbling of a pool nearby. Lush landscaping was visible on the other side.

“Nikki?” I called as I reached for the fence. “This is Ethan from Facebook.” I peeked over the fence and could see enough of the top of her head to know she was back there.

“That was quick. Come on in and let me get a look at you.”

She rose from her outdoor chaise lounge as I stepped around the gate and onto the pool deck. My cock stirred immediately, and the first thought that registered as I saw her in the flesh was this was a pure blonde bimbo fucktoy. Once on her feet, she began a slow hip-swaying saunter toward me, sizing me up from face to feet and back to face, pausing briefly at my chest and crotch.

If I knew anything at this moment, it was that I was here to service her. And the way she looked, I was going to be a willing and ready participant.

She was dressed in a skimpy blue two-piece that rode high on her slender but still curvy hips and only barely hid her huge pair of gravity-defying tits. They were clearly man-made because the rest of her body didn’t contain enough body fat to explain those enormous globes, but the work looked perfectly sculpted to her otherwise. They jutted both forward from her frame and curved outward to partially obscure her toned arms.

Her skin was taut and tanned. Her belly was flat and her calves, fully defined and shapely. The latter likely being due to the four-inch blue heels she was in that probably brought her to about 5’10”. As she stopped a foot away from her, I still towered over her since I stood 6’5″ or so in the running shoes I was in. She had a model’s face: smooth skin, high cheekbones, and a broad and full-lipped smile. Only the faintest trace of makeup was visible. She was mommy age but had the body and unblemished skin of a thirty-year-old. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of light blue and her hair, platinum blonde, pulled tight behind her head and clipped in a messy bunch. In my head, I couldn’t help but hear the man singing that this woman was “trouble with a capital ‘T’ and that rhymes with ‘P’ and that stands for ‘Pool!'”

“My. You’re a big one, aren’t you?” She said to my crotch as she trailed a well-manicured fingertip over my t-shirt-clad chest muscles. My thin pair of running shorts did little to hide all traces of my stiffening cock.

I have been with a lot of women of all shapes and sizes and all around the world. Because of this, I don’t react to women without direct stimulation to my cock, so it’s important to understand how insanely hot this woman was and how much sexual energy and desire she was radiating. Here I was, stiffening more by the second, with both of us fully (or almost fully) clothed and her using only a fingernail on my chest.

I knew by this time that we’d end up smashing. What I didn’t know was whether I’d be able to cut my grass today. I figured that this was a great time to find out.

I cleared my throat and focused on my words in an effort to will my cock to relax, “Thanks. I try to eat right.” She focused back on my face and a ghost of a smile appeared. My cock twitched again at the realization that she took my words as a double entendre though that certainly hadn’t been my intent.

I continued, “Can I see the mower?”

Her face darkened immediately. Probably rarely heard “No” from anybody, this one.

“Sure. Come on.” She turned and started towards a door into her house. She made no effort to cover up, so I made no effort to avoid staring at her well-toned ass as it swayed tantalizingly with each step she took. It was muscular, firm, and well-rounded with a meaty and especially curvy bottom part. I was looking forward to taking a bite out of it.

We passed through the pool bath and across a hallway to move into the garage. She flipped on the light and her silver Porsche Cayenne drew my eyes immediately. Yeah, that made sense. The other half of the garage made less sense. There was a pile of brand-new lawn equipment, TVs, and other “dude” stuff.

She explained in a disinterested tone, “My ex bought all this crap and I kept it in the divorce to piss him off. Whenever I get horny and need a boytoy, I list something here for cheap and invite a hot guy over.” I turned my attention back to her. “Most guys are smart enough to not get this far,” she said with pure snark in her voice.

“Stupid and horny, you kurtköy escort mean,” I countered with more mirth than I intended to show.

She raised an eyebrow. I figured that meant I’d scored an “interesting” point. “Maybe. So. Which are you going to do this afternoon — me or your lawn?”

“There’s enough time to do both well,” I countered dryly.

“Really?” Her voice conveyed an indicator that she didn’t buy what I was selling, but her eyes couldn’t hide the amusement.

I nodded. She walked out of the garage toward the backyard and motioned with a finger for me to follow her. I turned out the light and closed the door behind me as I made my way to join her by the pool.

She poured a second glass of something I assumed was alcoholic for me. I placed it back on the table as soon as she handed it to me and immediately pulled her into me for a deep kiss. She devoured me as if she hadn’t eaten in weeks. I pressed my hardening member into her belly and she dug her nails into my back under my shirt.

I have always liked confident women, so one that’s forward enough to make her desires plain have never intimidated me in the least. The issue here I was concerned about was that the more turned on I get, the more dominant I tend to become and I could see her being the same way. We were about to see who was going to come out on top. Only thirty seconds in and I was already very turned on and ready to have my way with her.

I broke our kiss and pushed her down onto the wooden chase with enough force that her tits bounced free of her top. Her dark brown areolae were each the size of a half dollar with thick stubby nipples.

She was breathing hard. She looked at me expectantly and licked her lips quickly.

“Pull my cock out,” I growled.

“And then what?” she said defiantly.

“And then you get to do what that mouth was designed to do, you dirty little slut.”

She gasped. I love that first moment when a woman demonstrates acceptance of the submissive role. That sudden little intake of air sealed it. She might have come across like the dominant type when I arrived, but the dynamic had just clearly been established otherwise. She was now my little toy to have as I pleased.

I’ve found that a lot of the twenty- and thirty-somethings still fight this submissive urge, so I prefer the forty- and fifty-something moms for this reason. They’ve been around the block enough to know themselves. The ones that are smart, capable, and confident can hold their own with anyone, male or female, but so many of them are tired of being the ones to make decisions or fix problems that when it comes to the bedroom, they just want to be fucked hard and fucked well.

Her fingers moved deftly, quickly pulling down both my shorts and boxers to my thighs. My engorged cock immediately sprang up hitting her in the chin. I tensed my ass to flex my cock upward and then relaxed to let it fall flat onto her face.

She laughed and cooed, “I do love a big, fat, uncut cock!” She put the tip in her mouth and swirled her tongue in a circle. She hollowed her cheeks and then pulled off with a loud “POP!”

“Mmm. Tasty” She grabbed the middle of my cock, squeezed gently, and started to jerk me slowly and firmly. She stared at my cock transfixed as she worked. As more precum leaked out, she licked it off but that only frustrated me. Done with all this teasing, I grabbed the back of her head and fed my cock into her warm mouth.

I pushed methodically until she gagged, and pulled out to allow her some air.

“More. I want more!” I pushed again. This time, about half of my thick eight inches made it into her mouth. She just didn’t have enough saliva on me yet to make it easy. We tried another five times before she managed to throat my entire length. I held her nose into my pubes for an eternity of pleasure before I felt her tapping on my leg for air.

Once done with her initial choking and gasping fit, she barked out, “I LOVE that fucking monster dick of yours!”

“I’m going to ruin you for all other dicks, blondie.”

She gobbled my cock completely and I just let her go at it while I reveled in the sensations. I looked around and noticed that the house to the right had a side window that overlooked the backyard completely. There was a large tree in the back left portion of Nikki’s yard that blocked off the back neighbors and the wooden fence that cordoned off her yard kept prying eyes out. Probably. Hard to imagine that there weren’t a few knotholes in there for neighbors to enjoy this smoking hot piece of ass and her numerous escapades. A small wood-siding building sat in the back left corner — maybe a guest bungalow? The house to the left didn’t have any windows that could observe her backyard easily.

I just enjoyed looking around while Nikki, the human vacuum cleaner, deep-throated my cock.

And I wouldn’t have minded if there was an audience. It had happened before and I didn’t stop şerifali escort then either. One time, in Berkeley, I coerced two shocked girls passing by to join in, and ended up with three girls fighting over my cock for a few minutes. I pushed the trio of cum-frosted angelic coed faces out of my head to bring myself back to the present.

The sounds she was making on me — the slurping and squelching and moaning — were as erotic as the feeling of her warm and wet throat around my complete and prodigious length. It had been a while since I had such a competent cock sucker on me and it was heaven to feel, hear, and see her pleasuring me with her amazing mouth and throat.

But when she shifted into twisting and stroking me as she sucked, I felt close enough to pop. Reacting quickly, I pulled my hips back to reclaim my cock from her mouth and hands.

I bent down to hook my fingers under the sides of her bottoms and started to work them down her hips. She lifted to assist in getting them off her. Our faces were a few inches from each other, so I took the opportunity to whisper while staring her in the eyes, “My turn, doll.”

She leaned back to rest against the included chaise and spread her legs wide and straight until she was doing the splits with her open pussy pointed directly at me. This gave me a better look at her massive fake boobs, full and perched high on her chest on top of her inadequate swim top, the blue fabric now all but completely obscured by her firm globes of tit flesh. In this position, she just turned herself into a set of three warm holes and a pair of tits for me to use, and I was going to have my use of her before we finished.

She ran her red polished fingernails along the tops of her inner thighs in a gesture from pussy to knees, purring, “All yours, stud.”

I took a purposeful bite out of the inner part of her right thigh about halfway between her knee and vagina. I intended it to hurt a little but she didn’t jerk — she only sighed contentedly. I planted alternating nibbles and sucks as I worked my way up to her pussy. I didn’t dally as neither of us needed much of a tease.

When I got to her clit, I paused and surveyed my little bimbo. She eyed me silently with an intensity I interpreted as a statement:Well, what are you waiting for??? Her pussy was completely bald with slender dark brown lips that parted open and glistened with obvious wetness. She smelled sweet with the slightest hint of musk. Her clit was a tiny taut little bud that called out to be assaulted with the purpose of pleasure and with not a small amount of sexual skill — both of which I had at the ready.

She cupped each of her massive tits with each hand and teased each nipple with a forefinger slowly…almost absent-mindedly. I attacked her clit with my tongue and lips.

At first, I used only my tongue to flitter up and down and side to side. I used intermittent sucks of the entire organ to keep her guessing. When these maneuvers were both well established, I slowly and firmly dragged my flattened tongue across her nub so she could feel every bump of my taste buds. Then I brought my fingernails to the party, running them in random patterns over her inner thighs.

By then, her breathing had become more ragged and a sheen of sweat had formed on her forehead and chest. She had closed her eyes tightly and was tugging violently at her distended nipples. I spit on her clit. Her eyes opened immediately. I winked at her and dove in again with a new pattern.

This time, I placed my mouth over her clit and started flicking random patterns over her little bud, using firm pressure for ten seconds or so and then light pressure for around the same amount of time. The intent was to provide wonderfully stimulating and pleasurable acts but include enough variety to prevent the sensations from becoming stale. The feedback she was providing — from her intermittent moans to her expanding sheen of sweat to her fidgeting and squirming — made it easy to tell if she was in danger of plateauing.

When I got a sign that her pleasure wasn’t increasing at the same pace, I placed a finger inside her.

“Fuck, yesssssssss!” she hissed through clenched teeth.

I kept licking and sucking, of course, but then I started to make a “Come here” motion repeatedly inside of her, knowing that I was working her g-spot. Her hands clamped over my ears and she forced my head into her crotch. I worked her clit faster and with more pressure. She moaned louder and tried to push her pussy into my face. I was lucky that we were positioned in a way that my nose was free and I could continue to breathe as she fucked my face.

“Don’t fucking stop, you bastard!” she wailed.

I worked three fingers into her sopping wet snatch and then used the muscles of my entire arm to fuck her pussy hard and push her over the edge.

It worked and she exhaled and long, “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” as she started to crest, pushing my face away from her and then holding me in place less than a foot away to blast me square in the eyes with a gigantic wave of cum. It was such a prodigious squirt that there wasn’t a square millimeter of my face that wasn’t soaked from her cum. I think I moaned instinctively, too as I’d never been soaked so monumentally before. I felt pretty damned good about myself for making that happen.

This is the sixth section of the continuing saga “Starting Over”. In Part I, LTC (Retired) John Jackson had moved to Seattle after being widowed. He ran into some trouble and some decent people (okay, and a few strippers), while working towards getting his private investigator license. That took place between Sep and Dec 2012.

In Part II, he got involved in a ring trafficking in young women. The main perpetrators were captured, but the hired gun/enforcer slipped away. That took place in Apr and May 2013.

In Part III, which took place in 2013 and 2014, John managed to find the enforcer in Key West and was planning to kill him, but changed his mind. He really didn’t know if he could kill someone in cold blood, but the man was living with a woman and had decided that he was retiring. John let him go with a promise to do intelligence work for him and returned to Seattle, where Maggie gave indications that she wanted a serious relationship. Then he used that enforcer from Key West to assist in capturing an assassin. The assassin had been hired to kill him and the detective who helped him break up a leg of a human trafficking chain.

In Part IV, it’s 2019. John and Maggie couldn’t work things out and now John was working on a case that, at first, involved someone who had assaulted Luke’s wife Maria. John then had two men try to break into his apartment to attack him. The authorities caught the two men by tracking them to a strip club, but John got beat up by them before the police got there. When he woke, he found that Vanessa, his waitress at the strip club, was an undercover officer. There were several events that were taking place and it was being done by an anarchist group. However, funding for these events was tracked to someone in human trafficking in Singapore by a hacker that John found through Bob in Key West. He returned to Seattle with the information on a thumb drive, and the FBI and others started tracking him. Finally, the master of the human trafficking ring had his son try to soft sell John’s daughter into visiting Asia with him, primarily to kidnap her. John found out, he and his buddies stopped it, and then John, feeling the rage, flew to Singapore and, with the backdoor assistance of a government person, was armed and killed both the leader and his son of this trafficking ring.

In Part V, Yvonne, the young hacker came to live with John. She had nowhere else to go and felt so alone during the pandemic that she was craving human interaction. She also admitted that she was attracted to John, even though there was 19 years difference in their ages. A bad guy was hired to hit him due to his involvement in some operations being run by a rogue CIA manager and some disenfranchised CIA members. John and company got them in the end and Yvonne got shot in the leg. She decided to stay with John.

Recurring Characters

LTC (Retired) John Jackson, 5’11”, 180, 55 years old.

Marie Jackson, John’s dead wife, 5’8″, 140, 44 years old, died 15 Jan 2012

Angelica Jackson (Angel), John and Marie’s daughter, 5’5″, 125, 28 years old.

Mary Bradford, bartender, 5’5″, 120, 48 years old.

Samantha (Sam) Walker, 5’6″, 130 pounds, 48 years old, John’s neighbor.

Joyce Walker, Sam’s daughter, 5’4″, 120 pounds, 28 years old, and now an exotic dancer using the name Lily

Marion Walker, Sam’s daughter, 5’4″, 115 pounds, 26 years old.

SFC (Retired) Craig Smithson, 6′, 190, 55 years old, NCO from John’s Army unit.

Captain Jeff Smithson, 5’11’, 185, 53 years old, SFC Smithson’s brother and a captain in the Seattle Police Department.

Luke Cole, 5’10”, 180, detective in the Seattle Police Department.

Maria Cole, 5’6″, 135, Luke’s wife.

Marcus Candiotti, strip club manager.

Max Meridian (real name Harold Johnson), Mark’s lead kidnapper and enforcer. Now changed his name to Bob Thomas and is married to Susan. They own and operate a bar in Key West.

Susan Thomas, Bob’s new wife.

George Watson, a new member of the detective agency.

Vanessa Williams, 5’6″, 130, detective in the Seattle Police Department.

Yvonne, 5’2″, 105, illegal hacker who helped find the human trafficker who had funded the anarchists in Seattle.

Danielle (Dani) Parker, 5’8″, 120, known as a “guide”. She takes cases where an individual is in mortal danger and “hides” them by giving them new identities and teaching them how to lay low.

Benjamin Smothers, Deputy Director of the FBI.

Previously

—————————- Friday, August 6, 2021, local restaurant, Seattle, WA ———–

Dinner arrived and they all ate and turned to easier subjects. At one point, John noticed Maddie and her friends taking turns heading to the ladies’ room. As they passed a particular booth near the back, John could see that there was a single man, who was not eating, only drinking, paying close attention to them. He seemed to be appraising each one and either looking for one in particular or just any of them. John was always keeping an eye on his surroundings, and kartal escort this was why. He leaned over and mentioned it to Dani, who was also facing that direction a little, and she quietly appraised him for a few minutes.

“He’s scoping them out, for sure. He’s up to no good. I don’t like it at all.”

John started to get up, but then a man dressed in a black suit came in and walked up to Maddie’s table. He spoke a few words and they all got up and followed him out. John did, too, but only after the lone gentleman in the back followed them by about 10 seconds.

When John got outside, the suspect he was looking at was nearing a parked car about 50 feet away. All the girls had piled into a limo that her grandfather must have rented, and the guy in the suit was the driver. So, at least they were safe for the moment.

As they drove off, John had pulled his phone and waited until the car with the suspicious guy passed. He quickly got a shot of the car and license plate. He went back inside and sat down at his table.

“The guy was following them. The girls were all in a limo and he went to a car on the street and took off after them. I don’t know what is going on, but I’m going to call Mr. Bradford and give him a heads up.”

John still had Mr. Bradford’s phone number and called him. He told him the situation and Mr. Bradford immediately ended the conversation. He said he would call the limo driver and make sure all the ladies were brought back to his house for safety.

John, Yvonne, and Dani finished their dinner and were walking out when John’s phone rang again. He answered immediately when he saw Mr. Bradford’s phone number.

Mr. Bradford was almost yelling. “They were on their way back, but never made it. I can’t reach the driver, Maddie, or anyone else. Everyone is calling their daughter but getting nothing. I just called the police, but I want you to help, if you can. Can you help on this?”

“It’s Maddie. Of course, I can help. I will be there in 15 minutes.” John relayed the information and the three of them headed for the Bradford residence.

Currently

—————————- Friday, August 6, 2021, Bradford Residence, Seattle, WA ———–

When John arrived at the Bradford residence, the police were already there and the FBI was on the way. There were four girls missing from prominent families and the limo driver.

John had to wait to get in. There was a policeman standing out front who wouldn’t let him in. John said he was there at the homeowner’s request, but the guy was having none of it. John finally reached Detective Luke Cole on his phone to see who could get him in. Luke was actually heading the investigation inside. He came out to greet John.

“Hey, John.” Luke waved as he walked over to the patrolman standing watch outside. “Let him in, Robertson.” Luke told the guard. He knew the guy’s name, but was not too familiar with him.

John got passed through and they went inside the house. It was about that time that the FBI arrived.

When the FBI walked in, John could see that the agent in charge of the office, Robert Farr and the guy, Jim Caruthers, who had gone with him to his apartment during the last fiasco, were in the group.

Jim nodded. “Hey, John, good to see this is not about you. That last one was pretty nasty.”

“That’s for sure.”

The FBI got up to speed with the locals and then they started setting up.

—————————- Saturday, August 7, 2021, The Bradford residence, Seattle, WA ———–

It was almost 2am now. They were just finishing the setup on the phone and emails when an email came in. It only said that the girls could be found in a van parked near Pioneer Square. Everyone looked at each other with confusion. What? He just let them go?

The FBI had two agents pretty close and Agent Farr told them to respond with the local police. They were going to stay at the Bradford’s until they got more information.

John and the others sat there for about 15 minutes. Then Agent Farr’s phone rang.

“Yes? Okay. How long? Are you watching it? No traps that you can see? Okay. Let me know what the neighbors say and, when you are ready, get in there and get the girls.”

Agent Farr turned to everyone else. “The police and my two guys are watching the car for anything untoward. They found a couple of neighbors who say it was parked there about an hour ago. They are canvassing for information on the culprit. They’ll call us when they go in.”

Everyone talked in small groups and John discussed it with Mr. Bradford. He was very worried. John finally asked. “Where’s Maggie?”

Mr. Bradford sighed. “Maggie went on her first solo vacation ever. She’s never gone away by herself, so she went to Europe to see some art galleries and some old cities on her own. She just left Paris for Vienna. I’m not going to call her until we know more. It’s gotta be about noon there, but I can’t remember the time change from here to Vienna.”

John ümraniye escort nodded and everyone was talking nervously while they waited.

It was 3:30am when the phone ran again. The FBI and local police had just approached the van, found nothing wrong, and opened it. The girls were in there blindfolded and had their hands tied behind their back. They were in their underwear, but unharmed.

The local police took the girls, covered them up, and transported them all to the Bradford’s. By the time they arrived, all the parents were there and the FBI had set up a room for interviews. They needed to get some information out of them now so they could try to track the criminals.

The parents weren’t happy, since it was closing on 7am, but the agent in charge and Luke tried to calm them down while the FBI did quick interviews. They also had a doctor on hand to check them to make sure they were okay and hadn’t been injected with anything that could cause harm.

By the time the FBI finished the interviews, it was almost 9am. They were quick, but with four teenagers, it had taken a while for them to calm down and think clearly. The FBI and police released the four and three were taken home by their parents. Mr. Bradford insisted that Maddie stay with him until her mother returned from Europe.

By this point, almost everyone was running on fumes. John was preparing to leave when the FBI and local police both said they were packing up, too. John had a quick discussion with Luke to see if he understood what exactly was going on. Neither could make sense of a group that would kidnap the girls and then let them go.

Finally, about 10am, everyone started saying goodbye and heading for the front door. It just so happened that John was walking alongside a female agent named Allison June. John had joked with her earlier how her name was almost like the old movie star named June Allyson, only reversed. He liked her and she seemed very alert about all that was going on.

When they went out the front door, it was two large doors, but only one was open. John allowed her to step through first and then stepped up along side her. The sidewalk was very wide and everyone was starting to head down the stairs from the porch to the sidewalk in pairs, discussing what had happened.

John had just reached the bottom stair when a reflection a couple of blocks away caught his eye. He looked at the location closely and wondered what could reflect something like that. It hit him almost a second later. Scope!

“Gun!” John cried out almost at the same time as they heard the crack of the rifle and heard it hit someone behind him. John dove to the right behind a large, thick hedge and found Allison on top of him, scrambling to roll over to one side and get as low as she could. John could hear the other people scrambling and he looked around. He also heard the crack a few more times. They were supersonic bullets.

The hedge went all around the side of the house where the porch continued for a short way. Once there, they might be hidden from the shooter. John mentioned this to June and he started low-crawling to the edge of the house and around.

When John got to the end of the hedge, he could feel Allison right behind him. He got on his knees and knee-walked to the edge of the hedge. It was hidden from view.

John turned to Allison. “Okay, we are out of sight of the shooter, He is facing almost directly at the front entrance. I saw a reflection off his scope as he put it into position. He must have been waiting and didn’t put it up into firing position until he saw we were coming out, because the sun angle is too much for me to see it otherwise. Anyway, if we run to the back of the property, we can get over the fence and make our way around toward his position. Ready?”

Allison looked focused. “Let’s go.”

John stood and took off for the back fence. He could feel Allison right behind him. He was always fast, so his age was either catching up with him or she was fast, too.

When they reached the back fence, they both launched themselves at it, getting about three feet up on the fence, and then levered themselves over. John turned as soon as he landed and Allison landed immediately to his left.

“This way.” John sprinted toward the corner that he thought might give them the shortest distance to the culprit and still be somewhat safe.

When they reached the corner, John and Allison stopped just short and took a look around the Bradford residence corner fence. They could see that they were blocked from the view of the house where John suspected the shooter was, since it was on the next street over, so they took off through the yard across the street and had to jump two more fences to get to the next street. John was sure the shooter was on this street, so he stopped to assess it.

“This it?” Allison asked, panting to catch her breath.

“Yeah. I think it was in the fourth or fifth house down. But we haven’t heard a shot in a little while, kadıköy escort so he might already be gone.”

“Only one way to find out.” Allison took off up the street.

John shook his head and grinned as he took off after her. He liked bold, fearless people.

When they had passed three houses, the door on the fifth one up opened and a man came out, trying to look casual. But it was obvious he was trying to check out the entire street while not trying to look like his head was on a swivel. He was wearing a hat and carrying a case that was definitely made for a rifle.

Allison pulled up short, now only about 75 feet from the man as he came down the steps from the front door. Allison and John were on the opposite side of the street and almost to the house when she stopped.

“Freeze! FBI!” Allison had her weapon out and raised. John pulled his and watched from just to her right.

The man leapt over the last four steps and rolled out of sight behind a car. There was no sound for a few seconds, then he popped up and fired a shot quickly. He was lucky because he hit Allison with a shot that was wildly taken.

“Ahhh!” Allison went down on the ground.

John looked up and pulled her back a little, out of the line of sight. “Right shoulder?” He asked her even as he was ascertaining where she was hit.

“Yeah. Fuck! Get that son of a bitch.”

John found where she had been hit on the upper right shoulder and saw that it was not too bad. He grabbed her hand and put it on the wound. “Right here. Keep the pressure on while I go after this guy.”

John was just taking a peek when he heard an engine roar to life. He popped up with his weapon at the ready and saw the car pull out a few cars down on the other side of the street. He stood up and moved to the middle of the street. He checked it out as it pulled away and got part of the plate, but he also pumped three rounds at it. Nothing seemed to happen, but he couldn’t chance more in a built-up area.

John then went back to Allison, who was still there cursing.

John pulled out his cell and called Luke. Luke answered immediately. “Luke, this is John. I’m one block over with Agent June, who is down. She was hit in the right shoulder, but not bad. We found the shooter and he took off in a grey Honda, first three letters of the plate were GQN. I’ll stay here with Agent June. Send an ambulance.”

“John, one of the guys here was hit pretty bad. He was wearing a lightweight vest, but it penetrated it into his right shoulder. He heard the word “gun” and turned to push Agent Farr out of the way when it hit him. The shooter shot a few more times and got one guy in the leg, but it’s superficial. I’ll get an ambulance there as soon as I can.”

John stayed with Allison until the ambulance arrived. He told her he didn’t think it was too bad.

“Tell that to my shoulder. Fuck, it hurts.”

“And it will for a long while. I got hit in the left shoulder and it healed fairly quickly, but it was a couple of years before I would no longer get a twinge when I stretched it out fully.”

“Well, thanks. That’ll make me optimistic about working in the FBI!” She tried to grin, but it was more like a grimace.

When the ambulance arrived, they quickly got her secured and left for the hospital.

John went back to the house and talked to Luke. The FBI team was all gone save for one. He was packing up the equipment while some of them had gone to the hospital and others had gone to the office to work on getting this guy. John looked at his watch and said good-bye to Luke and everyone there; it was almost 3pm. He was heading home. He had given a quick statement and was going to go in the next day for the formal statement.

When John got home, Yvonne greeted him with concern. She had seen a lot of news coverage and John had texted he was okay, but she was still concerned. They talked about it and then John lay down for a while. He woke at 7pm after just a couple of hours sleep, but knew he needed to stay up now until his regular sleep hours.

Yvonne also told him that Dani had left. She wanted to be gone before all the FBI and police presence took an interest in who she was.

John decided to go to the hospital to check on Allison, or Agent June as he should call her.

When John got there, there were still a lot of law enforcement around. He asked about Agent June and one of the FBI guys who recognized him came over and told him he’d take him back to vouch for him to the officer at the door.

They got back there and Agent June was sitting up. They had only had to do minor surgery on her and she evidently had only been under anesthesia for a short time. She was just now coming fully awake and she was asking another agent standing there a lot about the investigation.

When John entered, she smiled. “Hey, John. It looks like I won’t be too bad.”

John chuckled. “I can see that.”

“I’ll be up and around, chasing bad guys again, very soon.”

“I’m sure you will.” That brought a smile to John’s face.

“John, I need to ask you a question. I remember you telling me that you had been shot in the left shoulder. It wasn’t until I was in here that someone told me your last name and that you had been in the Army. Are you the Lieutenant Colonel John Jackson who was shot while tagging along on a patrol in Afghanistan with the 101st in 2003?”

My work life started not long after returning home from University, which is how I met…

THE OFFICE WOMAN (1982 ~ 22)

Much to my mum’s joy, my first job out of Uni was in a pharmaceutical company a few miles away in Blackburn. I had learned to drive and I’d got my first car, a small mini, from a mate of my dad’s. So that’s how I got to work starting at the end of summer/early autumn 1981.

I started working on a 9am-5pm “swing” shift in the Computer Operations department, learning what was what; how the systems and processes worked; as well as many of the users. After two months I switched to the two shift patterns 6am-2pm (early) and 2pm-10pm (late). In the December, we had the works Christmas party at which I met one of the voices I’d spoken to often but had never met, Janice. It turned out she was with her husband, Bobby, who was in the Royal Navy. He was expecting to be away on tour for almost six months from March time, a few weeks after Janice’s 27th birthday. I had driven to the Party and offered to drive them home as they lived not too far from work, and I passed it on my way home anyway.

Bobby went to sea in late March and luckily didn’t get involved in the Falklands Naval Task Force, spending his time in the Indian Ocean.

Janice, or Jan as she preferred, was a “Designated User”, to whom we had to pass on a system generated Quality Reference Certificate (aka QRC) by telephone twice a day, morning and afternoon. Prior to actually meeting her at the Christmas do, I’d only spoken to her over the phone. Since late March there had developed an element of banter over the passing on of this QRC. Things like:

Me: “I’ve got a long one for you today”,

Her: “Oh Good. Just what a girl needs in the morning”,

Me: “I look forward to giving you one later”,

Her: “Well, Bobby’s away so that’ll be fine”,

Me: “I’ve only got a small one this afternoon”,

Her: “Thank goodness for this morning’s big one then”,

Me: “Can I give it to you now?”,

Her: “That’d be nice but it might be a bit awkward in front of all the office.”

… and so many more.

In mid April, the banter from Jan became decidedly more intense. She said,

“It’s when social intercourse becomes physical intercourse that things get really interesting. And I like really interesting.”

I could sense there was more than just banter going on!

I was working the 2-10 shift that next Friday when I had to contact Jan regarding a query over a Certificate. She sounded croaky and rough voiced.

“Got a cold or something coming on” she said.

“I’d suggest taking to your bed with some whisky and honey,” I replied.

“OK but what about my cold?” she quipped back.

In reply I said, testing, “A good stiff one for you, I think.”

“A good stiff one sounds right up my er… street. It would give me an injection… of energy.”

It sounded like an invite to me!

The following Monday, I started the 6-2 shift and found that Jan was not in work that day, but as I left at 2pm and drove past her home, I had this urge to stop and see how she was. I parked up and as I walked up to the door she must have seen me because she opened the door slightly. Sounding a bit snuffly, she said,

“This is a surprise! Come in, but I’m full of a cold.”

“That’s OK”, I replied, “I’m not planning on kissing you anyway.”

“You’re no fun sometimes” was her response.

As she closed the door and moved ahead of me into the back living room, I could see that she was only dressed in some kind of knee-length nightie. She made me sit down in the chair opposite to her. Conversation ensued about her health and what was going on. She added,

“Following your suggestion, I’ve spent most of the weekend in bed. Alone.”

“Did you take the whisky and lemon?, I asked.

“I did, but it wasn’t a stiff one.”

“I could take that statement a number of different ways,” I said back.

“Could you now? “

“Yes, but I’m a gentleman.”

“Pity.” she answered.

“Maybe, but I’m not one to take advantage of a lady in an unwell condition.”

“Mmm, I thought you might be bringing me a Certificate, when I saw you,” she mused.

“If I were, you know it would be a long one!”

“So you say,” she said, “I’ve yet to see any evidence. I’m thinking you’re all talk and no trousers.”

I replied, “I think if I had no trousers on, you’d probably see how long it was.”

“I think it’s only fair, after all, I’ve got no pants on,” she said blatantly and sitting opposite me as she was, she moved and widened her legs to flash a hint of her pubic hair. My invite, so I went for it!

I got up, walked towards her then knelt down in front of her, placing my hands on her knees. Opening her legs, she lay back as I pushed her nightie up and spread her legs wider. maltepe escort I brushed her pubic hair with my hand and touched her wet clitoris with my thumb, feeling her twitch slightly. Looking at me, she murmured.

I bent down to touch her clitoris with my tongue, slowly rolling around it. I could taste how wet she was with anticipation. I dug my tongue deep into her love lips, poking in and licking around her labia. Then I concentrated on her clitoris, sucking and licking it until she started moaning in earnest, before finally shuddering in a climax.

“I’ve got your Certificate ready now,” I said as I pulled up from kissing her clit, undid my belt and dropped my trousers and underwear, “I think you’ll find it’s long enough now.”

“Fuck! It is a big one,” she said, smiling.

“Just to be sure, do I need a condom?” I asked.

“No,” she said, “most definitely no.”

Jan gazed as I slowly pulled my foreskin back to expose the head of my rampant rod. I leant back in to touch her vaginal entrance with my rock hard tool, then gently pushed in. I slipped easily into an already wet vagina and then pushed all the way in.

“I think that’s as far in as it gets” I said, “but its worth recycling it in and out a bit.”

I humped and fucked away, pulling her further down towards me and widening her legs further. As my hot member thrust in and out, I continued to tickle her clitoris with my thumb. Jan murmured louder then cried,

“Oh! Oh! Fuucckk!!” as another orgasm rippled through her.

Still pumping away I warned her, “This Certificate is about to expire in a few seconds and leave you a little something behind.”

Just as I finished speaking my engorged penis thrust deep into Jan’s womb spurting hot spunk deep inside her. I was still erect as i stopped ejaculating, when she moved back so that my penis came out of her vagina and bobbed up. In a flash she was down on the floor in front of me, her lips wrapping round the glans of my cock end. She sucked deep and long, while also putting her hand behind and underneath my balls, tickling and pressing. After several minutes, I placed my hands on her head as orgasm started distantly in my groin, before finally pushing my cock deep into her mouth for a second cum load eruption. She swallowed deeply, murmuring again as she did.

We sat there sated for a few minutes, passed a few compliments between us and parted with Jan saying “Must do this again sometime!”

Sure enough, when I was on a 2-10 shift, sometimes she would rush home for lunch and arrange to meet me there about 12:30. Then there’d be repeated fucking and sucking before we went, separately, to work.

Other times when I was on late shift, I’d go afterwards, about 10:30. Jan was just so eager to fuck, I couldn’t believe my luck sometimes! One evening she dragged me upstairs as soon as I got inside, telling me to get naked and horny! Once in the bedroom, she dropped the dressing gown to reveal her nakedness. Jumping on the bed she knelt on all fours, shuffling back so that her bum was over the end of the bed. She widened her legs in readiness.

A doggy fuck! It has always been a favourite and my pleasure at the sight of her arse end waiting for me, was evident very quickly as my erection rapidly rose. Having divested myself of clothes I approached her, tool in hand, to rub the tip over her moist labia then slip inside. She had to shuffle her legs a bit wider to lower her cunt for me. Grabbing her by the hips I proceeded a steady deep thrusting. Jan resumed her “profanities”, telling me to “Fuck me hard”, “Ooo that’s hard”, “Fuck me deeper”, amongst others. She lowered herself, resting her head on her arms, raising her arse slightly. I continued fucking hard and deep, the sound of my stomach slapping her arse making a regular almost clock like ticking sound.

Minutes of deep fucking passed until orgasm fairly roared it was ready. Unable to resist and pushing deep inside her, I grunted as my throbbing penis pulsed stream after stream of spunk into her inverted womb. I remained hard, still impaled inside Jan.

“Fuck me again,” she insisted, “fuck me, fuck me and fuck me.”

So fuck her again I did. Nor did I hold back. I slammed into her cunt hole hard and fast, Jan screaming profanities and pushing hard back into me. Her hole was so wet with my first ejaculate, there was this almost slurping sound as I went in and out.

“Cuming!” I roared as, again, I rammed deep inside Jan’s vaginal tunnel to unload another load of semen.

As I pulled out, she lay forward on her front, “Fuck that was good,” she said looking sideways at me.

“Always my favourite,” I said.

“I’ll remember that.”

When I was on the 6-2 shift I’d sometimes get there for 5am, for an early morning fuck and suck pendik escort fest. She would always be awake and ready!

I remember one evening when I arrived after 10pm that began moments after I entered her house, got dragged upstairs and undressed. She told me to lie on the bed and began to work on bringing my penis to a full erection. She stroked and licked and sucked, bobbing her head.

“Let me know when you want to cum,” she said.

I lay there, eyes closed as she continued to suck and pull on my happy member. As the tingling began, I warned her. To my surprise, she took my penis out of her mouth and wanked me faster, keeping my erect penis almost level with my stomach! I looked at her. She was engrossed watching herself wank me off.

“Gonna cum!” I almost shouted.

Still looking at her hand around my penis, she smiled just as I erupted great gouts of spunk out of my cock end over my belly. She continued pumping my cock until I finished pulsing out spunk. Lifting up my still hardened erection, Jan wrapped her mouth around it and sucked out what spunk was in there. Holding my erection upright, she then leaned forward and with her tongue slurped up the spunk lying on my belly.

“Mmmm,” she said, “tasty.”

Having licked it all up, Jan climbed up to straddle me. Except she was facing away from me. Still holding my hard cock in her hand, she positioned it at the entrance to her love hole and dropped down until she had buried me fully inside her. Leaning forward with her hands on the bed, she began to ride me. I guess it was what we now call a reverse cowgirl! Up and down she bobbed, which to me was another sort of doggie fuck, I just lay there letting her do all the work as I just enjoyed the sensation and of watching my cock go in and out. There seemed no urgency for me to cum, but suddenly Jan stopped, shouting,

“Fuuccckkk.” presumably in orgasm as i felt her vagina wall ripple against my stiff shaft.

That stirred me into thrusting up to meet her downward push. Moments later, as Jan groaned again, I pushed up hard and stayed up as I jetted another load of cum, this time inside her womb.

Through April, May and June the fucking and sucking went on most days of the working week.

Then one Tuesday night in late June, I called in after work, about 10:15pm. Jan was in her nightie and seemed a bit more excited than usual.

She said, “It’s a special night tonight, come on up…” then she held out her hand to me. We went upstairs. There was a pillow on the end of the bed and she got on the bed, taking her nightie off then lay down with her bum on the pillow holding her legs wide, saying. “Fuck me hard.”

So I just dropped my pants, kicking them to one side, knelt down and kissed her already wet clit, tonguing it round and getting a hard on. “No. Just fuck me hard and fill me.”

Standing up, I slipped my rampant rod inside her, replying, “I think I can manage that.” and started pumping away.

I held her behind her knees, opening them wider as I poked in and out vigorously. Five minutes or so later, as if she sensed the tingling starting in my groin she urged, “Cum inside me”, so seconds later I did.

“Stay inside me and cum again” she urged, so I resumed pumping away until cum load two arrived inside her.

She shuffled up the bed, closing her legs, adding “I’m staying here now. I’ll feel your spunk dribbling out all night.” She seemed to have this “dirty talk” thing I’d heard about. So leaving her in bed, I dressed and left, locking the front door behind me!

On another occasion, after our first copulation of the evening, Jan said,

“You know, I’ll think about you when Bobby’s fucking me, imagining it’s your cock I’m sucking or that’s fucking me.”

There was many a “comparison” made between me and Bobby by Jan. It got a bit niggling after a while.

As she spoke she began stroking my penis back to life. As it resumed its hardness, she added, “But Bobby can’t go as often as you.”

In the August, there was a 25th Wedding Anniversary at work, to which everyone was invited on the Saturday evening. Though I didn’t particularly know them, I went anyway. I’d driven there and drank three pints before deciding to leave. Drinking and driving wasn’t as big a thing back then! Jan made sure she left with me. Of course, she invited me in.

In pretty short order, we were upstairs in the bedroom naked, doggy fucking for all I was worth, eventually spewing great streams of spunk into her cunt hole. She leaned forward, my still erect penis standing proud.

She turned over and lifted her legs right up and wide, showing her cunt and arsehole. “Bobby likes to fuck me up the bum, sometimes. I’d like you to do it too, so I can imagine it’s you when he does it.”

It was an ataşehir escort offer I’d never had! And one I’d never thought about, though I did know anal was a thing. I told her I’d never done it before and she became instantly agitated and eager for her to be my first anal.

In that moment, as she pleaded for me to fuck her up the arse, I wondered what it would be like. It wasn’t as if I was forcing her and I think my alcohol consumption just tweaked my inhibition level, so…

“Ok”, I said.

“Great!” she gleefully said, “Now you’re bigger than Bobby, so if I say stop just pause, don’t pull out or anything.”

She reached out and got hold of a tube of oily lube stuff and rubbed it around her bumhole, even squirting a bit up it. She then dropped some on the knob end of my still stiff prick. Lying back on the end of the bed before me, she hitched her legs back up, splayed them wide, presenting her cunt and arse to me.

“Now push the tip of your cock to my bumhole,” she instructed “but don’t push yet.”

I leant forward, my knob head just touching the brown ring that was the sphincter muscle entrance to her arse. Jan sort of took a breath in and blew out. As she did the closed hole of her arse seemed to wink and relax.

“Push” she said “until your knob end is in, then stop.”

So I pushed. It was tight and I held the shaft of my erection as I pushed it in. With a sudden easing, my knob end slid in only to be clamped immediately behind it. I stopped pushing.

“Fuck, you’re way bigger than Bobby,” she said.

I was getting a bit fed up of her constant comparing of me with Bobby but at least I was always bigger or better!

She blew another breath then said “OK push. Slowly.”

So I pushed. Slowly. Jan continuing to breathe and blow deeply until I was all but an inch or so fully in,

“Stop,” she said, “how much more?”

“About an inch or two” I replied.

“Ok, just a moment. I think that it’s deeper than Bobby’s ever been!”

Mentally I groaned again at the comparison. “OK,” she said, then “all the way now.”

So I pushed until my pubic hair and abdomen wall were up against her arse cheeks.

“When you’re ready,” she continued, “slowly in and out but not all the way out.”

I began a slow rhythmic fuck of her arse. It felt different to fucking her cunt hole, tighter certainly but there was no rippled feeling along the sides of my penis. All the tension and pressure was caused by the ring of her anus as it slid along my shaft. I can’t say it felt better than a normal fuck though. As I’d already shot one load I wasn’t ready to cum quickly, so I continued the slow and steady fuck, watching my dick poking in and out of her arsehole. As she’d pre-lubed her anal canal it didn’t feel dry or irritating.

After several minutes of her “ooing” and “arrhing” and “fuck that’s good” umpteen times, Jan told me to hold her legs open for her, which I did. Immediately she began frigging her clit!

“I wanna cum while you’re still inside me,” she said, “fucking my arse.”

She didn’t take long to cum either! In barely 20 seconds she started to orgasm.

“Fuuuck” she growled.

Suddenly, I felt a tightening around my prick and looking down I could see the pelvic floor between her cunt and arsehole rippling and contracting. I stopped momentarily until it passed. Jan didn’t stop frigging her clit though and orgasmed a couple more times.

“Tell me when you getting close,” she demanded, “I wanna cum as you do.”

She eased her clit frigging. I was getting close anyway, with an urge to fuck faster and deeper.

“Gonna cum deep in a minute,” I said as I upped the fuck rate.

Jan increased her frig rate too. The tingle began deep in my groin before rapidly electrocuting my whole body. My cock thrust deep in her arse canal and I started to spew out my second spunk load. I could feel my cock twitching as each time more spunk pulsed out into her anal canal. All this time Jan’s orgasms were twitching her body as she shouted out “Fuuuck” repeatedly.

I stopped, drained for a moment or so, then slowly pulled out my now semi flaccid penis.

“Wow” Jan said, as she stretched her legs to lie flat, “that was fucking fantastic!”

After some minor chat and a strong hint that we must do it again, I left.

However and whyever the fates conspired I don’t know, but it turned out to be my first anal fuck and my last Jan fuck. I couldn’t make the next few nights and less than a week later, Bobby returned from sea. It seemed as if Jan and I had never fucked! The banter stopped and there was no more innuendo. I assume that absence made her cunt grow fonder for her husband and she was getting enough at home!

In February 1983, I left the company, having been poached by an IT recruitment agency to a job offering a substantially better pay packet. The down side was that it was in Crewe! Having spoken to mum and dad, they said “Go for it, son, you’ll never know unless you try!” So I went.

I was fortunate that as part of the deal for my new job, I got a six month free rental of a semi detached property. This was how I met…

The Neighbourly Woman

Radi’s footfalls echoed loudly through the stone corridor. He felt deeply self-conscious, for he knew as a servant he was not meant to make his presence known. Even though there was nobody in this part of the palace but him, he stepped as swiftly and lightly as possible to avoid the shame he would feel if he were noticed.

Finally, he reached his destination: the bath. It was a luxury the Queen had built about ten years prior. It was very expensive and modern and precious to her, and therefore required regular cleaning. Radi had been ordered to spend the week cleaning it by the head of staff, as a sort of reward for good behavior. It was supposedly pleasant, solitary work compared to the hectic and dirty work the servants were used to.

To enter the bath, one had to pass through a small antechamber, where anyone wishing to enter the bath was required to disrobe so as to not contaminate the bath with the dirt, bugs, and diseases that are sometimes carried by cloth. Radi pulled his brown servant’s robe over his head, which he folded neatly and placed on a shelf in the antechamber before removing his boots and undergarments and gathering cleaning supplies.

Entering the bath on bare feet, Radi was in awe of the extravagant room, from its colorful tiles to its ornate columns. There were two pools recessed into the floor which were now empty. The reason for having two is that one could be heated while the other was cool.

Centered between the two pools on the opposite side of the room were two life-sized statues of a man and a woman, both naked, with beautiful physiques. Between the statues was a tall mirror.

Radi couldn’t resist but to look at himself in the mirror. It’s so rare that one gets to see what they look like to others. He took on the pose of the male statue and compared himself to it. He was not as perfectly proportioned but, he reasoned, neither were the vast majority of men. On the plus side, his penis was larger than the statue’s, and he was fairly fit-looking. Radi felt that the person in the mirror was a strapping young man.

Having wasted more than enough time on vanity, Radi started the long process of cleaning. He stepped down into one of the pools, got down on his knees, and started scrubbing the tile with some dry soap.

He continued from tile to tile for a while. Just his knees started to ache and his hand started to burn from holding the soap, something happened. He heard a quiet roar from behind the walls and water started to rush down the ducts that extended from the walls into the two pools. Suddenly, water flooded in around his knees and splashed up between his thighs. He grabbed his soap and climbed out of the pool.

Radi paced around the room, watching as the two pools filled with clear, lovely water. Finally, the water stopped flowing in and ripples on the pools’ surfaces gently became flat. Though he wondered why the pools had been filled, Radi didn’t sweat the disruption and continued soaping the tiles on the lip of the pool, just above the water.

He was working around the feet of the statues when he noticed steam rising from one of the pools. That was strange. It meant they had started the furnace on the floor below.

Then he heard one or two soft voices from the antechamber, and what sounded like fabric stroked across fabric, and perhaps fabric stroked across skin. Then a naked girl around his age entered the room. She flinched at the sight of Radi before bashfully ignoring him and walking to the heated pool. She bent over and swished her hand in the water before turning around and returning to the antechamber.

Moments later, she returned with two other naked women. Radi was stricken by the beauty of all three women, though one stood out. She was quite pale, with a voluptuous figure and her hair tied up in some elaborate style with flawless braids. She walked slightly behind the other two, as if their commander.

When the pale woman noticed Radi across the room, her arms shot up across her bosom and her sex. “Who are you?” she said, her voice echoing through the room.

“I am a humble servant,” said Radi, hoping he would then be ignored. Suddenly he realized the pale woman was Ara, the Crown Princess and added, “Your Highness.” He was ashamed he hadn’t recognized the Princess sooner, but he had only laid eyes on her a very few times before and her identity was much less obvious without her clothes on.

“What are you doing in this bath?” she asked flatly.

“I’ve been ordered to clean, Your Highness.”

She lowered her arms slowly and said, “Very well,” before taking two steps down into the hot pool and sitting so that the water reached the middle of her chest, followed by the two girls who Radi now realized were Ara’s maids or possibly court ladies.

Radi continued to clean, desperately trying not to look at the women. He was shocked that the Princess had not sent him out, but figured his presence didn’t make any difference as long as he remained discreet, as servants must.

Eventually, his curiosity mahmutbey escort was too strong to bear, and he turned his head to glance at the women. The Princess was staring right at him with a blank expression, as was one of her maids. He quickly looked away and felt his cheeks warm.

Then the Princess said something quietly to her maids. Radi thought it sounded like, “I want to bathe alone today,” to which the maids each said, “Yes, Your Highness.” Radi glanced back over and surely enough the two maids were rising out of the water. He gawked at the graceful movement of their backsides as they disappeared into the antechamber.

Radi stood and headed towards the door to leave too, but the Princess spoke before he could pass her. “Where are you going? Haven’t you been ordered to clean this bath?”

He froze in his tracks. “Yes, Your Highness.” Up close, the Princess was superbly beautiful. Her lips glistened and her eyes glowed with deep thoughts. It was almost hard for Radi to look at her because she seemed to peer into his heart.

“Then you may stay,” she said.

“Yes, Your Highness.” Radi turned around and returned to the spot he had been working on, more confused than before. He figured that, in the mind of a Princess, a court lady was a person while a servant was more like a column or a statue, so bathing with a servant in the room was still bathing alone.

Radi kept cleaning and periodically would sneak a glance at Princess Ara, as the room grew steamier. Nearly every time he looked, she was staring at him. He felt extremely self-conscious.

He thought about the fact that, with both of them naked, it was not so easy to tell who was the superior. If he stopped cleaning and sat down next to her in the water, they would look like equals to an outsider. It was quite a rude thought, of course, as she certainly was his superior.

He glanced at her again, and saw that her arms were spread along the lip of the pool behind her such that her breasts were pulled upward, and her nipples showed slightly above the water. Something about this sight sent his mind into a sexual frenzy. His penis, which had been slightly excited for a while, surged to full arousal.

Still on his knees, he leaned very far forward and tried to inconspicuously stow his cock between his thighs. His cock strained against his legs, needing to point upward.

He leaned further forward, pretending he needed to clean a spot so small he needed his eye pressed right to it to see. His penis, struggling valiantly, finally slipped out from between his thighs and smacked his belly with some force. He pressed his belly down onto it. This hid his cock but it was an extremely unnatural and odd-looking position. Also all the pressure on his cock only heightened its arousal.

As subtly as possible, Radi trained one eye on the Princess. Thankfully, she was no longer looking at him. She had risen out of the pool and was now sitting on the edge with her shins in the water, staring at the ceiling.

Radi gazed at her form. She had a slender neck and two large, shimmering breasts. Her middle was somewhat narrow but also plump, creasing horizontally at her belly button. Her thighs were full and wide, pressed against the tile floor. He could barely see the top of her bush, though her legs were crossed.

Involuntarily, Radi shifted his legs around slightly, in a way that caressed his cock so pleasurably. He couldn’t stop. His arousal was so intense. His cock throbbed and throbbed, dripping with bits of fluid, until it started to cover his legs and stomach in sticky liquid.

He glanced at the Princess again and she was already leaving. Radi silently thanked the heavens that she was not going to see the semen between his legs. He watched her round, bare cheeks slide against each other, and her large thighs brush together as she walked away, and his cock spurted the last of its liquid.

Radi stayed in that position for a little while, ashamed, and breathing quite deliberately. He eventually lifted his torso up and saw the huge mass he had ejaculated onto himself and the floor.

He slipped into the water to rinse himself clean before silently finishing his cleaning duties for the day, dressing, and moving onto the rest of the day’s tasks without speaking to anyone.

***

The next day, Radi returned to the bath, as he had been ordered. He disrobed in the antechamber and entered to see the two pools once again empty. He stepped down into the pool where he had bathed yesterday and scanned to make sure there was no trace of semen stuck to the floor somewhere. Suddenly, he felt dizzy with guilt. It almost seemed like a bad dream (or perhaps a very good dream), but sadly he knew it had all really happened.

Radi had always had some kind of crush on Princess Ara, even before he worked in the palace or knew what she looked like. She was five or six years older than him, and when he was going through puberty he always heard stories of her beauty sultangazi escort and intelligence. Perhaps crush is the wrong word. He didn’t know her, but his young heart fluttered at the thought of her. Now the Princess was nearly thirty years old and still unwed.

Again, before he had even started to clean, he heard the quiet rush of water behind the walls as he had the day before, and clear water started to fill the two pools. Yesterday, Radi felt self-conscious. Today, he felt paranoid. He climbed out of the pools and looked at himself in the mirror.

He looked… fine. But he couldn’t shake the guilt that the man he saw had done something as debauched and perverted as bringing himself to orgasm in front of the Princess, a woman who would someday be Queen. He tried to reassure himself that his orgasm was essentially accidental and that the Princess hadn’t even seen it happen, but still a pervert stared back at him through the looking glass.

Having finished the floors yesterday, and unable to finish cleaning the pools due to the water, Radi started on the walls. The walls, though less dirty due to the lack of foot traffic, were covered in stunning mosaics and reliefs and therefore required special care.

Despite having idly noticed steam starting to rise from one of the pools, Radi was surprised to hear female voices once again speaking in the antechamber. One of the ladies from yesterday again entered the bath. Radi looked away but heard her swish her hand in the hot water and leave.

In walked just one set of feet. He dared not look.

But he did look. It was Princess Ara again, in her naked glory. She slipped peacefully into the water. Radi felt dizzy again and decided he needed to get out.

He walked halfway to the Princess, keeping a good distance. “I will leave so you can have privacy, Your Highness.”

“Privacy?” she laughed. “We’re alone here. There’s nobody here but us.”

Radi hesitated. “I can leave if you want, Your Highness.”

“No, you stay,” she said. She had no shame at all in staring as her eyes trailed down to his penis, then his feet, then back to his face. “Stay.” This was a direct order from the Princess, and Radi simply could not disobey.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

He continued his work, facing the wall, determined never to look at her. With his immense shame, not looking was very easy. That is, until he started to hear her.

He heard erratic, little splashes coming from her general direction. It was strange, but his guilt outweighed his curiosity.

Eventually the splashes were accompanied by quick, little breaths, and the occasional, half-suppressed whimper.

He did look. The Princess seemed to be watching him, as usual, but with her mouth slightly agape. The splashes were coming from her arms. One hand was buried in the water and apparently fluttering. The other hand was pressed to her sternum, gently tapping and rubbing the flat part of her chest.

Could she be pleasuring herself? It did not seem like something a princess would do, even though most everyone else does. And was she watching him? Surely not.

Radi walked to the other side of the room to clean the opposite wall, and it seemed to him like the Princess’s gaze did follow. He did not want to believe that Princess Ara was masturbating to the sight of him, and he felt bad that he was even imagining the possibility.

Perhaps if she was doing it, his act of accidental masturbation yesterday was not so heinous. But, even if she was, she was a princess and had a right to touch herself in the bath. He wasn’t sure, and had no idea what to feel at the moment.

Radi didn’t know what to feel, but his penis did, and it twitched upward as it had the day before. He was quite in line with the Princess right now, and was not in a good position to hide his erection. He walked briskly to one of the columns between the two pools and started to clean the side opposite the Princess.

He heard a couple of extra splashes as Princess Ara rose halfway out of the water and sat on a higher step of the pool. Her hips remained submerged, but now her torso was plainly visible, including her lovely breasts, dripping with water.

The self-pleasuring motion of her hand was now all-too obvious. If he looked for long enough, Radi could even see the glimmer of Ara’s fingers moving against her bush. He was still trying to look, but now couldn’t stop.

Radi’s arousal suspended his penis uncomfortably in the air as he pretended to clean the column. He could not focus enough to actually clean while one eye was still on the Princess. He noticed that her gaze had drifted away from him to the statues behind him instead. This meant he could now watch her continuously, if he was not too obvious.

She started to press her legs together, crossing and uncrossing them around her hand. He could sense the convulsion of her thigh muscles. Her jaw and lips occasionally twitched, baring her teeth and tongue. She really meant avcılar escort it.

Radi could no longer simply watch, and his hand, as if on its own, found his penis and began to massage it silently, hidden perfectly by the column.

Ara began to moan shamelessly. Radi could no longer hold back and began fervently stroking his cock. It twitched in his hand Radi started to rub his thighs together, unconsciously mirroring Ara’s movements.

She was so irresistibly sexy, so beautiful and strange. Radi struggled to keep from orgasming. It was very hard to fight, but he kept from doing it for a long time. By the end, he was practically humping and fucking the column. Semen spurt onto the edge of the column. He pressed himself tightly against it to make sure it didn’t shoot off where Ara would see it.

She moaned loudly and tensely. Eventually, the tension turned to satisfaction as her moans tapered off.

The room was silent for a while, save for some panting, as each person separately regained composure.

Then, Princess Ara stood and left.

Radi wondered if the Princess had noticed his masturbation. He turned around and leaned back against the column, and there he noticed the mirror. From where he stood, he could see where Ara had been sitting.

She had been looking at the mirror, not the statues. She saw everything.

Radi returned to his cleaning in a daze.

***

Radi hurried down the stone corridor, more self-conscious of his own presence than ever before. He was headed to the bath for what would be his last day of cleaning, scrubbing down the walls and floors of the two pools.

He walked into the little antechamber and disrobed, folding his clothes neatly as always. An unexpected scene awaited him in the bath.

Not only were the two pools already full and one of them heated, but Princess Ara was already sitting in the heated one.

She turned her head to the door. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, Your Highness.”

Radi wandered a few steps into the room, not sure what to do. He paused there until the Princess spoke again.

“Aren’t you going to clean?”

“I was, Your Highness, but the only thing left to clean is the pools, and they’re full now.”

“Oh, dreadful,” said the Princess. “Well… just sit here with me then.”

Radi knew this was improper, but had to follow the order, and indeed wanted to. He stepped into the water and sat beside Princess Ara. He had never been so close to her, only one or two steps away. He felt aware that their mouths were sharing the same air, then realized that their bodies were certainly sharing the same water.

“What do they call you?”

“Radi, Your Highness.”

“You seem tense, Radi,” she said, lifting a hand out of the water and landing it on his shoulder. “You need not be uncomfortable, servant. We can simply talk as friends would.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“‘Yes, Your Highness’? Is that something a friend would say?”

“… No, Your Highness.”

She laughed and shook his shoulder. “Truly, be loose. We are friends now. I deem you worthy.”

Radi smiled at her smile and nodded. He wanted to follow her order. “As a… friend, Your Highness, may I ask a question?”

“Of course.”

“Why have you bathed three days in a row?”

“Ah, it’s very simple,” she said. “I cannot have sex until I marry.”

“… I know, but why bathe these three days in a row, Your Highness?” asked Radi.

“I did not plan it, but I saw you here on that first day…” She looked him in the eye. “I found you quite attractive to watch. I chase such small pleasures as these when I cannot have the greater pleasure. You know the one I mean.”

“I understand, Your Highness.”

“You seem shy now, but I saw you do something very bold yesterday,” she said, smirking.

“Yes,” he said. “The mirror.” Ara nodded and Radi blushed. “I found you quite attractive to watch too, Your Highness.”

She laughed. “Good…”

The two watched each other silently. They drew nearer until they were locked in a loving kiss. Their hands explored the other’s backs as their chests pressed together. Radi felt the softness of Ara’s breasts against him. Underwater her legs glanced across his penis many times. Both their lips were passionate and tender to kiss.

They kissed and held each other for several minutes until it ended. They just looked at each other again, half-embracing, trying to communicate many thoughts with just their eyes.

“Were I not a servant and you not my princess,” said Radi, “I would ask to fuck you.”

“Were I not forbidden from having sex, I would order you to.”

Ara grabbed Radi by the wrist and pulled them both out of the pool. He was delighted to see her whole body unhindered by water. “Let me get a good look at you again,” said the Princess, backing up against a wall to get a better view. She stared at Radi’s hard cock, as she’d been doing whenever possible for the past three days.

Radi approached her and they fell into another kiss, pressed against the wall.

They started to gently grind their pelvises against each other, and Radi’s cock rubbed against Ara’s stomach and thighs in different directions depending on the angle of their grinding. Princess Ara twisted her legs and went up and down on her toes, trying to self-pleasure but also get some cock to rub against her pussy.

Games People Play

Alicia was still getting used to being sober. She didn’t mind playing Kings or the Pokemon Drinking Game because she could always just chug Red Bull. Win-win. But she liked to be uninhibited for Slutty Jenga. And she couldn’t do that sober.

Slutty Jenga was exactly what it sounded. You take a piece of wood from the tower and each had a sexual truth or dare on it. And if you knocked over the tower then, you had to strip down….completely. Alicia really didn’t want to play. But her friend Nina was already pulling her hand, leading her towards the circle. She sat down between Nina and Tony. Tony’s very presence made Alicia bristle. Tony was seriously good looking. And he knew it too. He wasn’t confident but he was witty and sarcastic. It was catnip to Alicia, but he always treated her with disdain. Even now he edged over a little away from her. Bastard.

The first round went around. Alicia pulled out her piece. Make out with the people to your left AND your right. No way. But Nina (who was proudly bisexual) had her eyebrows up in a fun challenge.

“Come on, Alicia,” she said. Her friends around the circle also took up the chant. “Come on, Alicia”. The only one who didn’t talk was Tony. He was just watching her very closely. If she had been watching him just as closely, she would have seen the bulge in his pants.

Alicia leaned closer to Nina. The other girl’s breath was sweet with liquor. It was a beautiful invitation. Nina closed the gap between them. Their lips met and Alicia felt a sexual thrill run through her. How had she never done this before? This felt amazing, especially when Nina bit down gently on Alicia’s lower lip. Alicia groaned audibly and Nina (very experienced with this sort of thing) smiled impishly.

There was a round of applause when they broke apart. “All right, Alicia, you and Tony now,” said Megan. It was Megan’s apartment and she was relentless when it came to rules. Alicia knew she would hate this, but when Tony claimed her mouth she completely came undone. He knew how to use his tongue like a master. He explored every inch of her mouth and she felt wetness gush into her panties. How had she gone without this? It felt so good. Every part of her body was şirinevler escort warm and tingling. Eventually, Tony pulled away.

“Like that? Pretty sure you did,” he muttered to her under his breath. Alicia felt heat flood her face and turned away angrily. She would die before she admitted Tony was right. And he was right. Megan clapped her hands happily.

“Tony, your turn” she said. Tony had been pouring back the tequila shots and Alicia watched with interest as the tower wobbled then finally collapsed. Tony put his hands in the air and stripped down to his underwear. That was when Alicia saw the large bulge. She gasped out loud and Tony gave her a piercing glance before he yanked off his boxers. All the girls (and several of the boys) in the circle exhaled sharply. His cock was huge and semi-hard and Tony did not seem to be ashamed of this. In fact, he leaned back, his cock jutting out proudly.

What if, thought Alicia, I put my mouth on it? Here, now, in front of Nina and Megan and everyone. She was so tempted to try. But Tony wouldn’t let her, an insignificant peon, anywhere near his majestic cock. She was just fun to tease.

They went around the circle again. Nina made out with Megan. Now Alicia was really wet and did not notice Tony studying her closely. He knew she was aroused. Hell, he could practically smell it. And then it was Alicia’s turn again. And. She. Knocked. Over. The. Tower.

Holy fuck. She could not get naked in front of Tony. She had a little bit of flab that hung over her underwear. What would he say about that? He would mock her of course. The way he always did. Of course, she had her smashing breasts and she was wearing her sexy underwear. You always had to wear sexy underwear to these parties. Just in case.

“You know the rules Alicia,” said Megan, merciless.

“Please,” begged Alicia, “I’m not even drunk,”

“Then why did you knock over the tower? Look, I had to strip. It’s only fair. We have to have the same the rules for everyone,” said Tony. Alicia shot daggers at him. He gave her a secretive little smile. What was that about?

“Underwear. Get down to your underwear. And if you knock the tower over again, I esenler escort won’t be so nice,” said Megan. Her word was final. Alicia shimmied out of the gray leggings she had been wearing, that had been perfectly accentuating her ass. She pulled off her shirt, her DD’s threatening to explode from her lace bra. All eyes were on her, all cocks rigid and hard. Tony was practically leaking precum and he wished he could hide it, but for once he was exposed too.

Alicia sat back down, looking at no one and wishing she was anywhere else. She was humiliated, sure everyone was laughing about the flab above her stomach. Tony had never seen anything sexier. He had such blue balls that it was physically painful.

As was usually the case, the game didn’t last very long. People were slurring their words and stripping on their own accord. Megan shook her head at her band of sexual deviants and disappeared in the backroom with her boyfriend. Per game rules, players were not allowed to put their clothes back on until they left the party (and even then it was only so they didn’t get cited for indecent exposure). Alicia crossed her arms over her giant breasts and talked to Nina by the refrigerator. Tony (still hard), his chiseled body attracting every girl’s attention, came and stood next to them much to Alicia’s annoyance. She was even more annoyed when Nina left her to go chat up the foreign exchange student.

“Some game,” said Tony, staring at Alicia’s tits shamelessly. She blushed.

“Stop looking at me,” she whispered, staring at her feet, suddenly shy, all spunk gone. She was talking to a very hot boy, and she was so aroused he could see her wetness through her panties, a small discreet stain. He tried not to scare her.

“Why do you want me to stop looking at you? You’re beautiful,” he whispered, grazing her ear.

“You’re making fun of me,” she muttered.

“I swear I’m not,”

“You’re an asshole,” It was the only thing Alicia could think of saying.

“Maybe so. But I’m an asshole that wants to fuck you,” he said, bluntly. She looked up, finally meeting his eyes. He could smell her now. She was ready for him. All this “hatred” had merely been foreplay and sefaköy escort tonight he would have her.

“Grab your clothes,” he growled, “We’re getting out of here,” Alicia practically ran over to Nina. Tony stared after her, appreciating the way her ass jiggled. He had wanted her for so long. Tonight he would make her his.

After they put on their clothes, they went out in the night air. It was a balmy spring evening. Impulsively, Tony grabbed her hand. He didn’t want her thinking he was only doing this because he was drunk. In fact, this was his dream come true. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on those breasts, to taste that arousal. His apartment had never seemed so far. And he had a single so they could get down to business right away.

But Alicia had gone shy again. She stood back, a little reluctantly.

“Is it me?” asked Tony, leaning in closer. He nipped her ear and heard a moan. He relaxed. She was just self-conscious.

“Come on, beautiful, let me see all of you. All of you,” he said, meaningfully and slowly stripped her down. The lace bra came off to reveal pert, alert nipples begging for his mouth. He obliged. The lace panties slipped off to reveal a neatly trimmed bush and glistening thighs.

“Get on the bed,” he said and she meekly obliged. He used his tongue on her center, her heat, the place begging for his attention the most.

“Tony, Tony!” Her cries were music to his ears. He couldn’t hold off much longer. He raised his head from her pussy and said with a cruel smile “Am I still an asshole?”

“Oh Tony,” she was writhing and moaning his name and he had to have her. She was sopping from her excitement and his tongue so he easily slid inside her. She moaned (he was large) and moved to accommodate his length. Then he began to move, and they were fucking.

“Oh you dirty bitch, I’ve wanted this for so long,” Tony said. He did not intend to say this out loud and for a second he froze but then Alicia whimpered, “Yes. I am your dirty bitch. Use me, Tony. I’m your toy,” Oh God. She was even dirtier than he dreamed.

“Are you my slut?” he asked. Again, he wondered if he had gone too far and then felt her clench around his cock and realize his naughty words had pushed her over the edge. He wasn’t far behind. He shot his load, feeling the tension of a semester ease out of him.

After, they lay in silence. Tony saw the opportunity for teasing.

“So you’re my toy, huh?”

Alicia buried her face in embarrassment.

“Shut up, asshole,” she said.

“Spoken like a true bitch,” And he kissed her on the lips.

Kate Adventures (Tuesday – No. 2 of 2)

My Hottest Threesome (with a new couple) Ever!

Well… I’ve had a Tuesday afternoon adventure and now, at home having completed a work assignment, I turn my attention to my Tuesday evening fun. After a rigorous cum-filled afternoon in the shallow woods with David I’m ready for a dinner and sex combo this evening. But… always open to a surprise change of plans, if it works for all, I discover a text message on my phone a about a couple I have been getting to know who want to gather for a threesome. We three had been toying with dates and it seems that tonight is the best slot for the couple for some weeks to come. I never like to miss out on something so potentially hot and spontaneous so, I respond with, “Sure, let’s do it!” This will be new for me as I have always arranged threesomes from my collection of known male and female fuck pals, so delving into the unknown here is adding to my excitement.

Looking back, I recall our last meeting at a bar near me – the same place we originally met a number of weeks prior, introduced to me by a trusted regular. The fun couple are a husband and wife duo – Janet and Phil – very attractive and classy people. I remember my original introduction to them and thought, “these two look like a Hollywood ‘power couple'”. The minute I laid eyes on them I began to tingle. And as we talked a bit I became convinced: I wanted to fuck them both – a lot. They seemed to love my look and attitude, as well, and I could see that same look on their faces seemingly shouting, “Oh, we HAVE to fuck her!!!”

So, as the clock says, “time to prep”, my pussy is already soaking my panties at the thought of being intertwined with these two. After a little wardrobe indecision, I decide on an outfit that landed a sought after hot new fuck pal a couple of weeks ago – a really hot experience! So, I slip on the same outfit – a sexy skirt-blouse combo that hugs my ass and provides a near-shear view of my round breasts. Driving over I begin visualizing them without clothes, Janet licking my pussy, Phil fucking me from any number of angles, me licking some cum from Janet’s cunt, me taking Phil’s cock into the bottom of my throat – all while our many limbs intermingle in ways inspired by our imaginations. I love having these thoughts and building heat within me on the way to an adventure!

I pull up, move to the door, and ring the bell. Phil answers the door and asks me if I want a glass of wine as Janet finishes her shower in preparation. I said I would love a glass of red wine. He nods and tells me to, “Please make yourself comfortable in the front room where we have replaced the living room furniture with our very large bed”. I walk into the room, a little surprised and more than little aroused, to see this huge bed ready and waiting for us all. Phil tells me, “Kate, don’t be shy, please make yourself comfortable on the bed, and change into this long pink robe”.

So, as he leaves, I smile and get completely undressed and put on this very long, soft, beautiful pink robe. I sit on the bed with my back to the headboard stretching my legs out to relax. Soon he walks back in with Janet. They both join me on the bed wearing the same robes carrying three glasses of red wine. We all say hello with a kiss, and she tells me to lay down on my back so that she and Phillip can get a look at my pussy. This would be a bold, early move for some, but not for me. I was hot bayrampaşa escort for them and wanted to get the party started. So, with a tingle of anticipation, I gently unfold the strap to the robe and lay a bit flatter, spreading my legs open, to reveal an already engorged pussy. Without hesitation Janet says to me, “Oh darling you have a nice big clit, I want to suck it right now while my husband fucks me from behind”.

Thinking that this is their idea of threesome foreplay, which I am fine with, I say, “That sounds absolutely perfect”. As we are arranging ourselves, I get a first look at Phil’s prick – omg…an incredible specimen of a prick. I start to immediately imagine my turn and that beautiful cock fucking me deep. Janet gets on all fours and begins to lick my clit and pussy lips. Phil slides that enviable cock into Janet and while she is getting fucked, and me getting licked and sucked, we are all moaning and groaning with luscious pleasure. As Phil drills Janet from behind he puts his fingers on Janet’s clit; she screams with excitement. The vibrations from her mouth and tongue vibrate my pussy like a pleasurable throbbing and I, watching and feeling all this, rise to my first orgasm of the evening spilling pussy juices into Janet’s mouth. She slurps up some in the feverish heat and almost makes me cum again.

With his dick still hard from some doggy with Janet Phil asks Janet, “Can I fuck Kate’s pussy?” She replies, “Oh honey I insist, she has a great, fuckable pussy”. With that she lays down next to me and starts kissing me on my lips, but make sure I can still see between my legs as I love to watch cock first enter me – especially a new cock. Nothing is more exciting! In what seems like a slow motion video, I see his gorgeous member heading for my pussy. He stops at the opening and runs his cock up and down my pussy lips, being sure to diddle my clit with the head of his cock. I’m headed for orgasm land from that alone but he decides he can’t wait any longer and pushes that head past my pussy lips on its way into me. That’s it… I cum like I’ve been struck by lightning – just from the head insertion! He smiles, happy for me and us, and continues to slide his cock deeper and deeper into me with each gentle stroke. Soon he is in his rhythm and I start to orgasm with about every 8 to 10 strokes. Janet looks a little surprised by my multiple orgasms, but also turned on. I sense she is thinking how much fun she and I will have trading orgasms when we start playing with each other. Phil continues to plunge his cock in and out of my now very wet pussy. I, of course, continue to cum soaking up the visuals as I gaze at his impressive prick fucking me with skill and wanting.

Janet gets exciting watching Phil fuck me but wants to add to the heat. She begins to diddle my clit with her index finger which cranks up my breathing to a sprinter’s level. “Oh, Janet… you are setting on fire!” Phil, looking down at his cock disappearing and reappearing from my pussy, and seeing Janet’s hand on my clit, gets jolted and picks up speed. He goes into a whole new gear – fucking me deeper, bouncing off the bottom of my cunt which yanks on my clit and spins me into a series of orgasms yelling, “Oh my god, this all feels so fucking…sooo fucking good!” As my back arches while cumming he grabs it to pull my pussy in and around the bottom of his shaft. I love it when a man pulls me in close gaziosmanpaşa escort to reach the depths of my cunt. I know what that usually means and, sure enough, Phil blurts out with passion, “I’m going to cum!… I’m going to unload my balls into you, Kate!” He wasn’t kidding. He then cums really hard, with intense pulsations, while pumping my pussy deeper and harder, cumming and throbbing, as I feel his warm load fill me. “Oh Phillip, keep cumming…I can feel it”, I said while cumming hard myself a couple more times. I LOVE cum and feeling it fill me always makes me orgasm. Meanwhile, Janet’s fingers are now all over her pussy while she watches this dual, orgasmic reaction. She asks me to I grab one of her breasts with my free hand and says, “pull on my nipple, now!” I do and she cums really hard. I guess watching us fuck sent her over the edge where a nipple pull was just the right switch. Phil slows down and collapses on top of me as I feel his dick soften – but not entirely. He pulls his still, semi-hard cock from my cunt and a flood of cum follows it out onto the bed. I can feel it running over my ass and pooling on the sheets. I love that feeling and visual as well.

Phil then eases up from my limp, but sexually satisfied (for the moment), body. We stop to catch our breath and drink some wine. We talk about our lives and what we do each day – when not angling for more sex. We share some laughter about the divisions between managing life and the joys of sex – no comparison. After a few minutes of this, Janet asks Phil to resume fucking her. So, he slides his cock inside her tight pussy while rolling them both onto his back where she ends up on top running her pussy up and down his cock. They are enjoying their time together driven, in part it seems, by the hot scene we all just participated in. She then spins around while still on top of Phil and asks me to lick her pussy and his balls. I see this cock and cunt duo, dripping from her soaked pussy and looking delicious, and said, “With pleasure”. So, I begin to lick and suck her making my way down to his balls, dripping with her pussy juice. I make an effort to provide pleasure while I squeeze and suck his balls. Suddenly I hear him announcing he is about to cum again. As he begins to fill her cavity with his thick sperm, she draws my mouth back up to her clit with her hand cupping my chin to guide me it helping her explode into orgasm. She cums like her head might come off and then looks at me and says, “Oh, Phillip, I think we may have found a really good participant here in Kate!”.

Once again, it is post-orgasmic relaxation time. We all fall to the bed and drink some more wine while we pet each other’s bodies to keep each other aroused. Me, being a cock worshipper, have my hand on his cock, gently running my fingers around the sensitive tip, while he has his finger inside Janet’s pussy, and she has her fingers on my clit pulling it ever so gently. “Oh my god, this is hot”, I think to myself. We all smile and kiss some more while playing with each other for another few minutes.

But now Janet is determined to change focus – she wants some “girl time”, and asks me to lay on my back. Once there Janet decides to lie on top of me while humping my pussy with her fingers inside me while kissing me like a nympho on death row. I’m delighted, a bit overwhelmed, but extremely ignited by all of this – Phil watches while sefaköy escort stroking is cock. This feels really good to me, so I return her passionate kisses while maneuvering her ass it in a way so that her clit touches my clit. Janet’s fingers in my cum-slippery pussy and our clits mated together we are losing our minds. Soon we both cum so hard we can barely breathe. As my pussy contracts producing a much-enjoyed, earth-shattering orgasm, it ejects some of Phil’s cum buried in my vaginal. Janet sees the oozing and scoots down to dive her face into my pussy to lap some up – she loves cum as much as I do, I learn. She gets a large tongue-full and decides to share. She brings our three faces together so we can engage in some hot cum-swapping while Phil fingers both our drippy pussies. Ultimately, Phil’s skillful fingering makes both Janet and I cum. The three-way cum swapping was new for me but, wow, it was incredibly hot!!!

Just when I thought we were going to wind down for the night, I see Phil eyeing my ass. I get lots of lusty compliments on it and, apparently, he’s another fan. I ask him, “do you want to fuck me from behind?” He replies, “I’d love to, but I wonder if I have the energy”. I tell him, “I think I can re-energize you with some special head”. I had been admiring his well-sculpted cock all night; thinking about how much I wanted to get my lips on it and bury it in my throat. I continue with, “If I get you rock hard, will you fuck me again and give me one more load?” How could he refuse that. Janet tells him,”Go ahead, Phil, I’ll jump in from time to time so Kate and I can share”. That was all Phil needed. Janet and I reel about, and I start flicking the sensitive end of Phil’s cock with my tongue. Janet and I share this action back and forth. We can both taste cum and pussy juice which is quite sexy. Soon Phil’s cock begins to stiffen up. Next, I start to take it down my throat, a little at a time, while using my hand as a wet “sleeve” following my mouth up and down (always a man-pleaser). Janet shares in this, trading back and forth. Finally, I get into the position to take it all the way down my throat – and do so. He groans as his cock passes the narrow part of my throat stimulating the most sensitive head area of his cock. After a bit of this he tells us, “Stop… I give up. I’m ready blow a load and I know you both like it inside”.

I envision him on the very edge of cumming as he slowly slips into me from behind. Janet wiggles underneath me to lick my clit while Phil fucks me, and I lick her cunt to return the favor. Janet tells me, “When Phil cums, I want you to let what drips out fall into my mouth”. I’m inflamed by having another load and that Janet will do some “cleanup on isle cunt” afterwards. Phils gets into a nice, deep rhythm and I start cumming almost back to back. I love feeling a man drill me from behind while his balls slap my sensitive clit. “Phil, this is really hot…keep fucking me”. He continues to pump me deep, but within another 20 strokes he moans loudly, “I’m going to cum”. He barely gets that out before he cums deep inside me and I orgasm again to the feeling I love so much – getting filled to overflow with jizz. He slows his stroking and begins to pull out gently. As his cock emerges Janet starts smacking her lips on the cum dripping out of me.

Finally, I lay back completely exhausted with another load of cum still dripping out of my pussy feeling like I may need “the paddles” to restart my heart. As we lay there and, exhaustedly, chit-chat a bit more I tell them that I have never had a better evening of threesome-play and look forward to the next time with them. She grabs me and kisses me and guides me to the bathroom where I can clean up and get dressed. What I night, I am thinking, as we all say good night at the door once again sharing a kiss.

I was in Zagreb for a holiday with my girlfriends and we’d decided to go club hopping and had ended up at The Blue Parlour. It was a Friday evening and we had had to literally squeeze our way into the place.

I’m looking over my shoulder to see if my friends are behind when I lose my footing and trip.

“Oh Crap!! What a start..!”

And then instead of colliding with a hard unforgiving floor, I find myself against a muscle bound chest, a pair of hands closing around my upper arms. My own automatically reach out to brace myself and my saviour’s hand leaves my arm and instinctively (or atleast that what I think!) closes around my fingers, holding mine against his chest.

“Oh I’m so sorr…”

I look up beyond the black shirted chest into one of the most gorgeous faces I’ve ever seen and I’m tongue tied!

“Hey, no harm done at all! Are you okay?”

The stranger’s hands are still wrapped around my bare upper arms and my skin is tingling uncharacteristically!

“Oh..oh.yeah.I’m fine, I’m fine.. thank you..sorry..I don’t know what happened”

His hands have dropped and he’s smiling down at me. I know I’m grinning idiotically but I can’t seem to help myself!

“No apology required..I’m happy that I was able to stop you falling. That would’ve been bad!”

Just then I notice a guy (probably his friend) coming up behind my Knight in Shining Armour. He taps Mr. Knight on the back, making him blink and look back at the intruder.

“Yeah I’ll be there in a minute”

And just like that, my brain starts functioning again! I really am deprived or depraved, I think..How can one feel an instant attraction to a complete stranger??

“Okay, if you’re sure you’re alright, I gotta go..” I nod silently and smile up at him.

He looks as though he’s not going to move but then he says “That’s great! Well, have fun..I’ll see you around, be safe..” and he smiles and with a half wave, turns, disappearing into the crowd.

“What was that about and who, on God’s Green Earth, was that hottie???”

My girlfriends have finally reached me and I laugh.. “it was nothing..I tripped and he was my Knight in Shining Armour!”

“Ooooh..looks like this getaway is starting to become happening!! Did you Atleast ask his name? Or ask him to join us? Or ask him to come back to your hotel room???? Not necessarily in that order!” As you can see my friends are pretty crazy!

“You are nuts, Z!! He was being nice! And look at the women here! I’m not going make a fool of myself!!”

“Oh and what exactly is it about the women? They all look the same to me: tall, blond and skinny! You are different!”

Every girl should have a wing woman like my friend Z who thinks that I can compete with these drop dead gorgeous model-like women who have legs a mile long!

“Okay, okay..I get it..I’m hot too. Now can we get a drink??!”

The three of us, Nish, Z and I manage to squeeze ourselves into a corner at the bar, order our cocktails and look around. It’s exactly like a scene out of The Weekend Away. That movie was inspiring enough ( of course, not the part about the bestie getting murdered by the cheating husband!) to make us finally plan a long overdue holiday and I had fallen in love with the little taste of Croatia that had been the backdrop for the thriller. So here we were, three single women, painting the town red ( well, that WAS the plan, anyway!) in a land far, far away from our realities!!

I absolutely love music and dancing even more. It’s as though I have no free will where music is concerned! And the vibe in the club was amazing! Great music, good looking people and of course, the bartender was doing a pretty good job of not letting our glasses stay empty for long! A night like this begged for non-stop cocktails!

Champagne hits me hard and fast. I’m on my third Bellini, my favourite cocktail and am already feeling the buzz of the bubbly as I sway to the beat of the music and looking around the club when my heart stops for an entire minute, or so it seems!

My handsome Knight in Shining Armour is just a few feet away, leaning over the counter and talking to the bartender. I can’t help but stare (hopefully not open mouthed!!) He literally ticks all the boxes I have in my list for men that I find attractive. Tall, well dressed, obviously good looking and sooo HOT! And with a voice that had practically oozed sex!

Before I lose courage, I down the glass in my hand and tell my friends that I’m going for a refill. Z looks at me knowingly..

“Someone’s having fun, isn’t she?! Go on and don’t forget to bring back a hottie on the return trip! We need some excitement!! “

Nish collapses laughing.

“Hello! One for me as well, V!”

“Coming right up, girls!! Your wish is my command!”

I laugh and turn away to head in Mr. Knight’s direction.For a moment I think he’s left but the crowd shifts and I see him standing with a glass of …is that whiskey(?) In his hand, facing the crowd, leaning back against the bar. He is talking to someone on the other side and for a moment, I’m gripped bağcılar escort with nerves. Was I really going to accost a complete stranger? Suppose he was there with a girlfriend? God! That would be humiliating!! I’m in half a mind to turn away but the voice in my head won’t shut up!

“Big deal..if he has a girl with him, I’ll just get him a drink to thank him for rescuing me…Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? And life is way too short anyway!!”

I square my shoulders and step towards him and I realise that he is actually with a group of people, not just one. I should’ve expected that..only losers prowl night clubs alone! But it’s to late to turn away and the alcohol has made me pretty brave!

When I’m literally one person away from him at the counter, I step up to the bar. Hopping up on the footrest, I lean over and wave my glass at the bartender trying to get his attention.

“Hi! Excuse me!! Could I get another Bellini, please?”

Perhaps it’s my foreign accent or the fact that the drink isn’t a common bar favourite, whatever the reason, it makes him turn in my direction. I’m still leaning over the bar top. One stilettoed foot on the footrest, the other dangling precariously in the air as I try to maintain my balance.

“Hey!”

And then he’s standing next to me, his hand reaching out to wrap around my upper arm, once again, his fingers gentle yet firm, helping me to keep my balance. He gestures to the bartender to come over. He has the height and voice advantage that I obviously don’t!

“What did you say you were drinking? Bellini?” I nod and you hand the glass over to the waiting bartender.

“You need to be careful in those heels.They look pretty dangerous..! I thought you were going to fall again!”

He smiles down at me and my heart rate has tripled instantly! I can’t see his eyes clearly. Can’t really make out the colour but they look lightish and I notice that he isn’t as clean shaven as the men I normally go for, but strangely enough, it doesn’t seem to matter at all. That face and voice, more than make up for everything!

“Hahah! Yeah, they are a little high but I’m used to it. If I wore flats I’d be coming up to the waist of some of the people here! Thank you again for your help back then and of course now! That was very sweet of you..”

How my voice doesn’t wobble I have no idea and I’m making jokes as well! Good god! Would wonders never cease?! I’m telling myself to stop jabbering but my voice has got a life of its own!

“Really? Well..that’s not too bad..infact I think it’s a pretty good height to be!!”

The second the innuendo filled comment leaves his lips, he looks aghast! I take pity on him and start laughing.

“Oh god! That’s funny! What an image that conjured up!!”

“I’m so sorry! I don’t know why I said that. That was incredibly rude of me..! It just sort of slipped out. I honestly didn’t mean to say that!”

Mr. K looks seriously uncomfortable but I’m thrilled! We are atleast conversing!

“Heyy..it’s all cool..don’t worry! I’m not offended at all! It was very funny, though!!”

I laugh again.

He looks at me as though wondering if I’m serious or pretending to be lighthearted. I guess what he sees in my eyes, is enough to convince him that I’m truly not offended at all.

“Can I buy you a drink to make up for that totally inappropriate remark?”

“Hahaha! Actually, I wanted to get you one as a thank you for coming to my rescue. That fall would’ve been ugly!! Thank god you were there to stop me from looking like a total idiot!”

“I didn’t do anything! What would I have done? Stepped aside and allowed you to fall?? Chivalry isn’t dead yet!”

I like him more by the minute and alarm bells are going off so loudly inside my head that I think he’ll be hearing them too, any second now!!

My drink appears and we clink glasses. We stand there looking at each other over our drinks, suddenly at a loss for conversation! I’m beginning to feel a bit awkward.

“Would you..”

“Do you want to..”

We stop and start laughing. He gestures for me to go ahead..

“I was asking if you wanted to dance..this music is fab!”

“Aah, I’m not so into music but yes ofcourse I’d love to dance. I was about to ask you the same!”

And we both laugh. Talk about being in sync!

He gulps down the last of his whiskey and I toss back the Bellini, the bubbles tickling my nose and making me cough. And he reaches out to pat my back, in reflex.

The touch of his hand against the bare skin of my back is electrifying!! I feel as though there’s a live wire pulsing through me. Instantly I feel my nipples tightening. The low back of the shimmering black and silver dress had forced me to go bra-less, and I can feel my nipples peak against the soft fabric. Did he feel something too? His hand has dropped away and he looks a little shaken but recovers very quickly!

“Are you okay? Can I get you some water??”

I shake my head and grab hold of his hand before he decides bahçelievler escort that I’m a calamity Jane that he doesn’t need!

I turn to see whether my friends have noticed my long absence and sure enough, I can see Z looking across the room, her eyes looking for me. I wave to catch her attention and point in the direction of the floor when waves back. Even at this distance I can see the speculation in her eyes as she notices the linked hands, the significance registering. I catch her grinning as she gives me a thumbs up. Nish turns to look in my direction when Z nudges her and I can see her eyes widening to saucers!! I can’t help but groan inwardly as I think about the Spanish Inquisition that I’m going to be subjected to, later!! And then I dismiss all thoughts of my friends as I turn back to Mr. Knight!

“Let’s dance!!”

I pull his hand and he laughs, allowing me to lead him to the centre of the floor. The music is fast and I’m enjoying it thoroughly. Lost in the beat, my eyes shut, my hair swinging around my face, my hips swaying. Till I feel his hands settle on my waist and pull me closer. My heart goes into overdrive as my eyes open to find his face so close to mine that if I were to move my lips would brush his jaw. He is looking down at me, his expression unreadable under the strobe lights.

“You love dancing, don’t you?”

And I laugh and nod, smiling up at him.

He looks at me, his finger coming up to touch the corner of my lips, as though he can’t stop himself. And my smile falters.

“You have the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. It’s playing havoc with my common sense, I think. Can I be totally honest here? I’m going to say something and I don’t want you to slap me thinking I’m some sort of pervert. I know this is completely wrong but I can’t seem to stop myself!!”

His voice is rough as though he can’t believe what he’s about to say.

I’m incapable of forming a sentence, because my senses are awash with activity. His nearness flusters me, His unbelievably sexy voice makes the tiny hairs at my nape, stand on end, his hands on my waist are sending shock waves straight to my pussy and I know my panty is wet through! I can feel my heart thumping with excitement. I think I know what he’s going to say and a part of me is thrilled but apprehensive. because I don’t know him at all and yet I know instinctively where this is heading…! How insane is that?

I’m completely tongue tied and just stare at him and he bends down to whisper against my ear, his voice sending shock waves down my spine.

“I don’t know if you can feel it but there’s something going on here. I find you so, so sexy, that I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you that I want to take you to the restroom and just fuck you. Right now!”

I can feel my mouth falling open in shock and excitement and I can see that he’s just realised that he’s actually spoken aloud the words that were running through his mind.

He stares at me with shock and worry writ large in his eyes and I know that if I actually did slap him, he’d take it unflinchingly. But I have no intention of doing anything of the sort because he’s only voiced the exact words that were playing in my head in a loop! I’ve never found myself attracted to a stranger. Well other than a passing glance at a good looking man, I’ve never felt in the least tempted to jump into bed with anyone..let alone a complete stranger!

I loop my arms around his neck and whisper softly.. “I want to fuck you too..so, so badly!! Is that completely shocking??” I know this is utter insanity and incredibly dangerous and a million other things but my common sense has flown out of the door and all my other senses have taken over!

We’ve crossed that invisible line in a second as I feel his fingers tightening on my waist and moving down my hips, pulling me close. I can feel the bulge in his denims against my lower abdomen and I want to touch it so badly that I think I’ll die if I don’t. My hand slides between our bodies and I cup my fingers around the hardness of his cock and I feel it harden even more as a shiver goes through him.

“Let’s get out of here. My hotel is around the corner.”

Now I’m desperate to just get out of there before either of us gets cold feet and changes our minds! I’ve plain forgotten about my friends and all I can think of is getting him naked and fucking him till I see stars.

Everything is a blur after that! Hailing a cab, reaching the hotel, the walk up to the apartment which takes forever as we can’t stop kissing each other, our lips and tongue and limbs entangling as he pushes me against the wall to plunder my mouth. I can’t seem to get enough of the taste of his lips, my arms going around his neck to pull him closer, as his fingers close over my aching breasts, teasing the overly sensitive buds through the layers of clothing.

We finally reach the apartment and I unlock the door with shaking fingers and then we’re in my bedroom. The balcony curtains are open and the moonlit view of the arnavutköy escort harbour is perhaps one of the most beautiful I have seen but I have eyes only for the stranger in front of me.

The moment I open the bedroom door, he picks me up and slams the door shut with his foot, moving to the bed to drop me on it unceremoniously. In a second his belt is unbuckled and he’s pulling those unbelievably tight jeans down, wincing as his swollen cock gets in the way. I’m leaning back on the bed, my heart pounding, my thoughts and mind in a whirl; is this actually happening? Is this unbelievably sexy man actually in my bedroom, unbuttoning his clothes? Am I really going to have sex with a total stranger? And the next instant the stranger’s reaching for me, pulling me to the edge of the bed.

“Are you sure this is what you want? I can stop if you ask me to but in another minute, I won’t be able to. So tell me now.”

His voice is hoarse and his eyes look a little wild as I’m sure mine are!

In answer, I reach up and pull on the elasticated band of his CKs, slipping my hand inside and wrapping my fingers around his hardness, as my other hand pulls the black underwear down. His penis springs out and I’m amazed at how huge it looks and my apprehensions come back in full force. It looks too big for me to accommodate! But I can’t stop my fist from moving up and down the shaft and he groans.

“Enough! Please stop or I’ll cum and I’m not ready to cum for a long, long time!”

He gently loosens my fingers from around his penis and lays my hand down on the bed and then pushes me gently down on the bed. His hands pull the hem of my short dress up till it’s bunched around my waist. A smile plays on his lips as he takes in the maroon satin and lace panties, which appear black where my juices have soaked through.

“You weren’t kidding about wanting to fuck me, were you?”

The words make me shiver with desire! I definitely wasn’t kidding. This was like some crazy fantasy that I never even knew I had, coming true! And then he bends down and kisses the wet patch making my body literally arch off the bed as though he’s pulled some hidden strings.

“Aaaah…”

I can’t stop the involuntary scream that tears out of my throat. His hands are holding my mine down on either side of my body..so I can’t move it to cover my mouth..or tangle it in his hair.

His tongue pushes against the satin, firm and deep and the friction against my clit is unbelievable! I have never done this. A part of me cringes because this is “dirty” or atleast that’s what I’ve grown up thinking. And yet, this man is making it the most intense sexual experience I’ve ever had in my life.

“Please stop..please don’t..let me take it off..”

I’m almost pleading and he glances up at me from between my legs, the heat in his gaze making me tremble and he he bends down and sucks on my clit, through the fine silk, with even more intensity. The friction of the fabric against my femininity is almost too much to bear and I can feel my legs shaking as I’m reaching the peak of my orgasm.

“Oh god..I’m going to come..oh god..”

The words have barely left my lips and he’s pulled the fabric aside, his fingers sliding in easily as his tongue curls around the nub of flesh and I can’t stop myself from falling headlong into a sea of sensation. My hands are now free to push into his hair and hold him to me and he plunders my pussy, as my hips stay suspended off the bed, as though by magic!

“Fuckkkk..I’m coming..Oh god..oh my god..”

I’m almost incoherent with pleasure and I can’t stop myself from pushing my pussy against his lips and tongue as he continues his assault. And then he slides back and sits up, pulls the offending piece of satin and lace off. He places my legs on his shoulders and with one thrust, his penis is imbedded deep in my pussy..

“I have been wanting to do this all evening..from the moment you fell into my arms..”

The words come out from between his teeth, as he withdraws and thrusts into me over and over again. Each thrust taking him even deeper and he pulls out almost completely before pushing back in. My throbbing flesh seems to suck him in and clings to his rock hard penis as though it’s never going to let go of it.

“Come for me…Come for ME!”

Each time he says that, a wave of pleasure washes over me and I can’t hold it back any longer. I almost pass out with the force of my orgasm, my legs like jelly.

But he’s just started. I’m still shaking in the aftermath of my orgasm when he says, “Turn over..I’ve just started..”

He flips me over, and pulls me back against himself, his hands gripping my hips and he pushes himself into me in one long stroke. I’m so wet, that I can barely feel his penis. And then he moves.

This time he fucks me quick and hard, and then pulls me up so that my back is flush against his chest. His hand comes up to cup my breast, his fingers caressing my nipple, tweaking it and I’m so turned on that all I can do is moan incoherently. I think I’m going to explode any second and I plead with him to stop and he laughs.

Well, it’s more a groan than a laugh, and he bends his head to bite the side of my neck. His teeth are sharp against the delicate skin and I can feel goosebumps on my arms and legs as I shiver in response! He brushes his lips back and forth and I can barely hold myself up, the sensations are so overwhelming!

[Author’s note: Cassie’s husband is cheating on her with a younger woman, Lily. Instead of confronting him, Cassie has been blackmailed by his lover into doing what she she’s told. Cassie needs to work out a way to win her husband back, so she’s going to get in shape and upgrade her image. However, she finds herself exploring unorthodox therapies in her day job as a relationship counsellor, taking control in other people’s lives even as Lily takes control of hers.

Also, look out for where this story crosses over with All Under Control Ch. 07]

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MORE THAN ONE WAY OF WINNING

Cassie sat nervously in the food court, toying with her phone as she waited. She checked her watch: one o’clock. Lily was twenty minutes late.

“Hi sweetie.”

Startled, Cassie turned in her seat. Behind, a willowy blonde woman sauntered towards her, bare legs and high heels on display beneath a short, grey pencil skirt. Without waiting for a response, Lily slid into the chair alongside, smiling sweetly with no hint of an apology for keeping Cassie waiting.

Lily crossed her legs slowly, clenching her thighs together.

“I make that twelve to two now,” she laughed. “I didn’t think I could fit one in before meeting you. Turns out I could.”

Lily leaned forward, her green eyes sparkling with mischief.

“In the car park in his lunchbreak. In the back of his car. I can still feel him inside me.”

Cassie’s stomach churned, caught in the merciless, mocking gaze of her tormentor.

“It’s important to me that you believe it. I could show you if you want. There was such a lot,” Lily murmured, then gestured at the people surrounding them, “But I guess not. Just take my word for it.”

Again, like the last time they’d met, Lily had taken control effortlessly, putting Cassie in her place. She was left mute, unable to fight back or do anything other than absorb the younger blonde woman’s barbs.

“He always performs so well when he’s with me. Even if it’s a quickie in the car at lunchtime. He’s just so desperate to slip that gorgeous, thick cock of his into someone who deserves to feel it. He says he loves making me scream.”

Lily laid a manicured hand on Cassie’s.

“I guess it’s been a while since he’s wanted to make that much effort with you.”

Cassie gritted her teeth against a surge of anger and jealousy as Lily made a show of uncrossing her long, slender legs and recrossing them, wriggling her pert bottom as if to adjust herself.

“Now, what shall we have for lunch?” Lily asked.

They got lunch, a salad bowl for Cassie and sushi for Lily. Cassie was told to pay. Lily then began to relate her weekend, what she and Cassie’s husband had gotten up to while Cassie was running her boys to football practice and back. Lily spared none of the details, describing it like a porn film.

For her part, Cassie listened in silence, utterly miserable, as her husband’s infidelities were relayed to her. Finally, Lily’s stories drew to a close. She sat opposite Cassie with her chin cupped in her hand, watching Cassie’s reaction.

“You know, I almost feel sorry for you now, Cassie. I mean, look at you. You’ve spent a fortune on that hair, those nails. You’re battling to keep in shape in your designer activewear. I can see that you’ve even trimmed some of the fat. All that effort you’ve gone to, making yourself desirable. But he’s not interested in you at all is he?”

Lily leaned back, a mocking smile on her lips.

“I just have to send two words in a message, and he’s between my legs. Two words: fuck now. He forgets all about you. Frankly, given how you compare, I think he’s probably glad to forget all about you for a while,” Lily said, then grinned, “Oh Cassie, it must be so hard for you to see how easy it was for me to take your husband away from you. Poor thing.”

Lily finished her speech and waited. Cassie didn’t respond beyond glaring sullenly at the younger, prettier woman. Inside, however, she squirmed with the humiliation of being under Lily’s control.

“Really?” Lily smirked, “After all I’ve said, you’ve got nothing to say. Really?”

Lily leaned forward again, reaching out to stroke the hair away from Cassie’s face, a casually intimate gesture that made Cassie shiver.

“I’m disappointed, honestly. I thought you might at least put up a fight.”

Cassie could feel Lily’s fingers toying with her hair, building into a sudden, sharp pain as Lily pulled. Cassie resisted the urge to cry out, to deepen her humiliation in public in the middle of the crowd. She clenched her jaws together, staring into Lily’s eyes.

“Oh there we are. There’s the anger. You are human after all, Cassidy Hayes.”

Lily released her hair and stood, gathering her phone and her purse from the table, tucking them into her handbag. She leaned over Cassie, and began to speak in a low, even tone, a pleasant smile on her face that belied the venom in her words.

“You know what I think?” she mused in a quiet voice, “I think you’ve realised it already, how worthless çapa escort you are. You don’t fight back because you already know what I’ll do. You think that if you play along, make nice, I’m going to leave you alone, leave you with enough of your life intact that you can pretend you still actually have a life.”

Lily straightened up, brushing her long, straight blonde hair over her shoulder with an elegant hand gesture.

“Pathetic,” she murmured and walked away.

Cassie watched her leave, high heels clacking on the concrete, her pert bottom moving sensually beneath the fabric of her tight skirt, blonde hair glowing in the sunshine. Lily didn’t look back.

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Cassie studied the figure reflected in the shop window. Lily was right: expensive hair, manicures, skin creams, personal training, none of it mattered. Over a decade of marriage, bearing two sons, organising lovely holidays, picking up and dropping off, keeping a nice house, all of it counted for nothing. Did Damian love Lily? Did he no longer love his wife? Was Cassie brave enough to ask that awful question, knowing what it would mean if he said no?

Lily was going to win their little contest. By the time Damian got home, he was usually way past the point that he wanted to spend romantic time with Cassie. On the two occasions she had coaxed him into making love with her, it had been a routine event without any of the fireworks Cassie was sure he was becoming used to between Lily’s thighs. At the end of the month, Lily would announce the final score with that same, self-satisfied smirk Cassie had seen at lunch, and then Lily would remind her of the prize: exclusive access to Damian in bed. Lily was going to enjoy making Cassie lie next to her husband night after night, with Damian sated by his lithe blonde lover and Cassie denied any release ever again, shipped out of her own life by Lily’s cunning.

Deep inside, Cassie burned with shame at how easily she, a trained psychologist and mother, had been bested by a twenty-something girl. But every time Cassie got a handle on the situation, Lily would send her a message, asking to meet up or for Cassie to make sure Damian was home alone for a couple of hours, and suddenly Cassie was back to the start again. It had to stop. Cassie looked at the displays in the window and took a deep breath. There was another way to win.

She pushed through the door into the shop, feeling out of place. Surrounding her, mannequins posed in skimpy outfits made of lace and rubber and leather. Cassie approached one, her eyes trailing over the detailed stitchwork of a lace bodice. Cinched around the dummy’s waist was a matching corset, pulled tight around the flesh-coloured plastic torso. She heard the door open, but didn’t look up from the display, embarrassed to be seen in an exotic clothing store.

This was Cassie’s plan to win back her husband. Lily’s only mistake was that she had prioritised quantity over quality; Cassie was planning a very special night for her husband, one that he would remember for a long time. She had lived with him for long enough now that she knew the way his mind worked. It was time that she showed him what she could do. After all, if Damian chose his wife it didn’t matter who won the stupid bet. Who he slept with was his choice and not Lily’s.

“Hmm.”

Cassie became very still. The voice behind was female, bringing thoughts of Lily flashing back into her mind, paralysing her. Lily discovering her in this store would be the end of the world.

“It’s always so hard to decide, isn’t it?”

The voice was rich, deep with a melodious tone that seemed to match the clothing in front of her perfectly. Cassie turned.

A woman stood next to her, late forties or early fifties in age, but a slim, toned body. Her face was elegant with high cheekbones that framed her finely detailed features. Her eyes were blue, but pale like glacial ice. She turned to Cassie as smiled.

“Just a word of warning. They’ll sell you anything in here if you’re not careful. In my experience, a lady is either lace or leather, but rarely both.”

The pale blue eyes scanned the display but dismissed it, locking onto Cassie.

“And what are you?” Cassie asked, more timidly than she expected.

The smile returned, lighting up the stranger’s beautiful face.

“Oh, that would be telling,” she murmured, conspiratorially. “Not lace.”

The woman laughed, and Cassie felt herself begin to relax a little as some of the awkwardness of being discovered searching for exotic lingerie began to evaporate. Whoever she was, this woman was here for the same reason as Cassie.

“I really don’t know, myself,” Cassie confided.

“Ah, then we should compare and contrast.”

The woman arched an eyebrow suggestively, but there was humour behind it. Not mocking, as Lily would have done; the woman was treating Cassie as a partner in crime. Cassie found that she liked it. They began to wander around the shop together, filtering fındıkzade escort past the displays.

“Now, this,” the woman announced, “This is designed by a man, for men. The woman just gets put inside. Stunning to look at, but a complete nightmare to wear. The chafing alone…,” she tutted.

The next mannequin caught Cassie’s eye and she stopped. Opaque stockings were matched with a leather microskirt. The torso was clad in a patterned leather bustier that fastened via a set of hook-and-eye arrangements in the back.

“There you go,” the woman laughed, “Seems you’re not a lace girl either.”

—

They left the shop together, Cassie with her outfit in a discreet shopping bag, her accomplice with nothing.

“That was a bit of a let-down,” the older woman complained. “The only piece that took my eye is the one you walked out with.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. You should have said.”

“No. First in, best dressed.”

Cassie laughed, enjoying the feeling of easy camaraderie with this stranger, after the awfulness of lunch with Lily. She still had over an hour to kill before school pick up.

“Do you want to get a coffee?” Cassie ventured.

The woman hesitated, scrutinising Cassie for a moment before nodding.

“Great idea. I could do with some refreshment after wading through all that awful lacework.”

Cassie grinned and on impulse, she held out her hand. “I’m Cassidy. Cassidy Hayes.”

The other woman took her hand and shook it. “Pleased to meet you, Cassidy. I’m Cynthia.”

They walked together down the block until they found a coffee shop. Cassie ordered while her new friend found them a table. Cassie carried the drinks over and sat down.

“What do you do for a living, Cassidy?” Cynthia enquired, sipping her coffee and watching Cassie over the rim, fixing her with the pale blue eyes.

“I’m a psychologist. I specialise in relationship counselling.”

“Ah, a burgeoning field these days.”

“I keep busy.”

“Married too, I see.”

Cassie looked down at her wedding ring.

“Yes. One husband, two boys. You?”

Cynthia shook her head. “No, none for me.”

“Well, I can tell you they’re both a blessing and a burden. Twins.”

“Ah.”

The conversation seemed to stall. “And you, what do you do?” Cassie asked, to fill the silence.

“Oh, this and that.”

“Shopping for exotic outfits.”

“Yes.”

Cynthia was more reserved now, as if less comfortable at the intrusion into her private life.

“I imagine you’d look better in them than me,” Cassie continued, “You’ve got the figure for it. Your, um, partner must be impressed.”

Cynthia shook her head, smiling politely.

“I don’t have a partner. I just like to collect pieces.”

“Don’t you wear them? That seems a shame.”

“Oh, yes, they get worn. I can’t just leave them in a wardrobe. But I have, uh, quite the collection. My husband delighted in buying me all manner of things.”

“Your husband? I thought…?”

“He died, a few years ago now. It’s nice sometimes to take an item out of the collection and dress up. It brings back the memories.”

Cynthia’s expression changed and she looked off into the distance, thinking. Cassie remained silent for fear of interrupting her.

“I have a gorgeous red dress. The finest silk, the colour of shiraz. It drapes me all the way from the neck to the ankles. Simply stunning, but only for those very rare occasions.”

Her eyes came back to Cassie’s face.

“For the special memories.”

Cynthia looked down at her phone and frowned.

“Sorry, I need to take this,” she said, “I’m in the middle of building works.”

“Sure, no problem.”

Cynthia turned away slightly, and spoke in a low voice. “Cameron, how are you?” she said, then nodded, listening. “Okay, that’s fine. How about after six, if that’s good for you?”

Cassie watched her nod again and then smile.

“Thank you. Yes. See you then.”

She ended the call and switched her attention back to Cassie.

“Sorry, I had to take it. He’s doing some work for me. He’s very good. It’s so hard to get a decent skillset these days.”

“Oh, are you doing renovations?”

“Sort of, I’m updating an area of the club.”

Cassie must have looked puzzled, because Cynthia patted her arm.

“My husband’s club. So now it’s mine. I took over the running after he died.”

“What kind of club is it?”

“It’s a nightclub.”

“Sounds like fun. Would I have been there, do you think?”

Cynthia laughed, a warm alto sound, “I suspect not. It’s called the Lost and Found.”

Cynthia stood and Cassie joined her. “I might look it up,” she said, brightly.

The older woman regarded her carefully before placing a kiss goodbye on her cheek.

“You just might at that, Cassidy Hayes. Maybe I’ll see you around.”

—

Cassie strode towards the reception area purposefully. Seeing her approach, Brett rose from his chair, followed by Kiko. topkapı escort They both looked nervous. Cassie greeted them warmly, shaking hands and smiling. Kiko smiled back, but Brett remained aloof.

“Shall we?”

Cassie led them both to the corner of the floor, down a short corridor to a wide wooden door.

“I thought I should book a different space for today’s session. The meditation room should be perfect.”

Cassie pulled on the heavy wooden door and ushered her clients through. The door closed behind them and a profound silence descended. Brett went over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out from the corner of the high floor across the city, watching the roofs of the cars below glinting in the sun.

“Soundproofed,” Cassie observed.

“It’s lovely,” Kiko replied, “So discreet.”

Cassie’s eyes went to Brett’s back, hunched in his work shirt.

“I only have an hour for lunch,” he muttered.

Cassie glanced at Kiko, saw her smile fade.

“Then we should begin,” Cassie replied. “Brett, Kiko, have you discussed how you want to start?”

Brett turned around, looking at his wife, waiting for her to respond.

“Well,” she began, “My thoughts were that I need to bend over. So maybe over a chair.”

“Brett? Did you have any thoughts,” Cassie asked.

“Besides the obvious?” Brett replied but then ducked his head. “Uh, yes. I was thinking a chair, or maybe over a table, to get the right height.”

Neither moved. There were a set of foam cubes and a pair of armchairs.

“Why don’t we all just take a seat, and talk this through?” Cassie suggested.

Brett nodded and took an armchair. Kiko perched on one of the cubes next to him, her expression becoming more withdrawn.

“First,” Cassie said, “I see that you didn’t bring anything with you.”

“No,” said Kiko, “We talked this through. I would prefer him to use his hand.”

“Okay. And on your skirt, or would you prefer your bare bottom?”

“Bare, but Brett….”

“We can start with the skirt on,” Brett interrupted.

“That sounds like a good idea. Shall I just bend over this?”

Kiko got up and made to kneel next to the foam cube she had been sitting on. Brett watched in silence, disengaged. Cassie could see that this clearly wasn’t working.

“No. Stop.”

Brett looked up. Cassie had an idea.

“What about if she laid across your lap, Brett?”

“Uh, yeah. Whatever.”

Cassie nodded and Kiko went over to her husband. She sank to her knees in her business skirt and blouse and then leaned forward until her waist was supported on Brett’s legs. Her straight, black hair fell around her face. Brett stared at his wife’s perfect bottom as if he had never seen it before.

“Brett,” Cassie began, “I wanted to try this because it’s important that you feel the bond with your wife while you smack her. I want you to be conscious of the way her body moves with each stroke, how she feels in your lap, how she reacts.”

Brett looked up, showing his concern.

“And what if I hurt her?”

“Brett, you’re going to hurt her. It’s what she wants.”

“What if it’s too much for her?”

“Then she’ll tell you. She’ll use a word that tells you to stop.”

“Can’t she just ask me to stop?”

“She’s going to ask you to stop. She might beg you to stop. She may cry or yell. But she doesn’t want you to stop. You only need to stop when she uses her word or when we reach the agreed number of strokes.”

Kiko settled into Brett’s lap.

“Kiko, what’s your word?”

“I thought to use ‘hinode’. Sunrise.”

“Lovely. Okay. Let’s begin. Brett, how many strikes does your wife require?”

Brett placed his hand on the firm curve of his wife’s buttocks, caressing the fabric with his thumb. He drew in a deep breath, but didn’t make a move.

“You don’t have to do this,” Cassie told him. “You have a choice too, if this is too much.”

Brett’s fingers gripped Kiko’s bottom. Cassie could see he was working through it.

“My wife needs discipline, and it’s her husband’s duty to provide it. She deserves ten.”

He raised his hand and Cassie watched Kiko’s body tense up in his lap, her buttocks clenching in anticipation of the first blow. Brett’s hand hung in the air for moments and Cassie began to think he was going to call it off. The seconds ticked by in silence. Kiko turned her head to look at her husband, her body relaxing, about to remonstrate with him. The blow came down hard on her buttocks, forcing a little scream from her lips, the whack echoing through the stillness of the room.

“One,” he said.

Kiko caught her breath, squirming, her muscles taut with the unexpected agony. Brett’s other hand descended to his wife’s back, but not to comfort her. He pressed down, pinning her in place across his lap. Her body went limp.

Seeing this, Brett delivered the next blow, stinging across her other cheek, making her shriek and call out his name.

“Two.”

Cassie realised what he was doing. He was waiting for his wife to relax and then delivering the next blow, alternating between buttocks, hitting a different part each time. Cassie nodded in appreciation: Brett had read the preparatory material. He had committed, landing the next set of blows in steady succession.

“Seven.”

“Kiko, how do you feel? Do you want to stop?” Cassie asked.

My name’s John. I’m 24 years old, well built with brown hair and blue eyes. My friend James lives in New York with his girlfriend, Emma. Emma is way out of James’ league. She has longer slender legs and a body that looks like Margot Robbie.

Every time I visit, I try my best to not stare at how gorgeous she is but it’s hard. The most recent time, she made it impossible. I knocked on the door and she answered in gray leggings and tiny white sports bra. My eyes naturally drop to steal a glance at her firm, beautiful breasts before flicking back up to her eyes.

“Hi Emma!” I smile handing her the bottle of wine I picked up on the way.

“John! It’s so nice to see you!” She pulls me into a big hug, her body pressing against mine.

Emma and James took me out into the city and we had a wonderful dinner before coming back to crash at their place. I settle in on on the couch which presses up against the wall of their bedroom. James and Emma’s bed is just through the thin wall separating us. I hear them chatting as I try to fall asleep before all of a sudden I hear Emma’s voice change tones.

“Your sexy slut is extra horny tonight with a hot guest in the house.” She says pulling James in for a kiss

My jaw drops as I can’t help but continue to eavesdrop. I didn’t know Emma was so dirty in bed feeling my bulge grow slightly.

“I need your cock baby” she moans. I hear James kissing her and clothes being ripped off.

“Baby slow down you know I cum quickly when you do that” I hear James groan. Emma moans in response and keeps going faster. “Not yet baby please we just started” Emma moans and bounces up and down on James’ cock.

“Fuck fuck fuck…sorry baby you’re too hot” James says slightly embarrassed. Emma sighs “it’s fine babe, I’m flattered.”

I hear Emma get up and walk towards the door. She’s only wearing her pair of light blue pants panties and a t-shirt.

I quickly pretend eyüp escort to be asleep on the couch so she won’t think I was listening. I can’t help but feel for bad for my best friend. You never want to hear that your friend isn’t great at sex but with a sexy girlfriend like that it’s understandable. I can’t believe he gets to fuck that supermodel body every night. My bulge grows even larger thinking about it.

I hear Emma filling up a glass of water which is right across from the couch. I slow my breathing so she’ll think I’m asleep when all of a sudden I hear her pause and chuckle under her breath. She’s dead silent for a few seconds until I hear her take a few steps towards the living room so that she’s right next to the couch.

“Looks like you enjoyed our show through the wall” she whispers into my ear centimeters away.

Fuck, my bulge gave me away. I open my eyes with a slight smile “I couldn’t help but overhear. I uhhh…didn’t know you could get like that”

“Did you hear the end?” She asks sitting on the edge of the couch so that her ass is pressing against my hip.

“Ummm yeah seams like James had a good time” unsure where this is going.

“And now it’s my turn” she whispers seductively as she grabs my cock with one hand and leans in her lips an inch from mine. “I know you’ve dreamt of this, the way you stare at me. Now’s your chance.” She teases me, rubbing my cock but not kissing me.

“What about James?” I ask, rock hard now.

“He always knocks out after he cums” she says “plus he knows I have physical needs that he struggles to satisfy”. She grabs my balls in her hand squeezing them not so gently.

I flinch before giving in. I grab her by the neck with one hand and pull her in for a deep kiss. “I have been dreaming about this” I whisper between kisses. My other hand begins exploring her incredible body. I feel her breasts under incirli escort her shirt, so juicy and firm, better than I could ever imagine.

She pushes me back and rips off her shirt throwing it in my face as she crawls backward to pull down my underwear. My cock is throbbing and rock hard. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a real cock” she says looking up at me. For a second my mind flashes to my best friend, feeling horrible about what I’m doing. That fleeting thought vanished as quickly as it came once Emma licks the tip of my cock.

“I’m going to be your little slut for the night” she smiles before moving her tongue to the base of my cock and in one lick making her way too the tip again. I groan “you are sexy freak aren’t you?”

Emma nods and engulfs my cock taking it all the way in and quickly performing the same motion over and over. I grab her hair and lean back in pleasure. She looks up at me with her big beautiful eyes as she deep throat’s my cock. Her hands run over my abs as she does so. I intertwine her hands with mine “I want to fuck you so bad”.

She gasps as she comes up for air out of breath because she prioritized my cock over breathing. She smirks and stands up, taking off her panties so that I have view of her entire body, the hottest I’ve ever seen. I sit up as she starts dancing in front of me, waving her panties around. She turns around and swings her hips around so that her ass jiggles perfectly.

I can’t take it anymore “come ride this cock slut”. I grab her hips and she kisses me aggressively. She grabs my cock and slowly slides it into her tight wet pussy.

She moans as she slowly slides deeper onto my rock hard erection. Once my cock is fully in she starts speeding up, bouncing up and down. She braces her hands on the wall where just on the other side, her boyfriend is sleeping soundly. I grab her hips to help her zeytinburnu escort bounce and her moaning gets louder.

“Oh my god yes fuck me hard” she moans into my ear bouncing faster. Her tits are jiggling up and down right in front of my face. I kiss and lick them as I start pumping from the bottom as well.

She then puts her hands on my chest and starts twerking her ass back and forth to more aggressively ride my throbbing cock. I moan loudly “oh fuck yes! I can see what James was talking about” thinking that I’ll need to last a bit longer than him.

I flip Emma around, feeling that she’s starting to get close. “I want to make you cum. I want you screaming my name” I start fucking her with her legs propped up on my shoulders. She’s moaning loudly at this point and my cock is throbbing inside her.

“Oh my god yes fuck” she screams her body starting to convulse into an orgasm. “Fuck me John I want your cum” she gasps with her legs quivering. Her pussy is pulsing, gripping my cock.

“Fuuuck come here baby” I pull out as her orgasm fades. She sticks out her tongue and I gladly comply, sticking my cock in her mouth and exploding. Her eyes brighten in delight as my cum fills her mouth and she swallows it while staring into my eyes. She licks her lips clean “fuck that was so hot” she whispers “I needed that.”

She gets off the couch and gets dressed as I smile at her not believing what just happened. My elation turns to horror as I hear James getting out of bed through the wall. “Fuck” I whisper to Emma as she brushes her hand with her hair and walks back to the kitchen.

“Hey baby” James says “did you hear something? Thought I heard people talking and it woke me up.”

Emma pulls James in for a deep kiss with the same mouth that swallowed my cum seconds earlier. “No babe, I was just grabbing some water and said hi to John who was still up”

“Oh alright. Goodnight John!” He says going back to into his room.

“Goodnight James” I mutter, my cock still hard covered in his sexy girlfriend’s juices beneath a blanket I had quickly grabbed before he came out.

Emma winks at me and bites her lip before following James back to bed.

I sigh and smile before falling asleep. I’ll need to come here more often.

Maribeth and I were snuggled against one another’s naked bodies in the St. Anthony Hotel in San Antonio.

Earlier in the day we had participated in our first attempt at role playing, which consisted of her pretending to be a mysterious woman from Eastern Europe who I spied at the hotel bar. My role was to ‘seduce’ this woman, as Maribeth was curious to experience my ‘technique’ which I had described to her on several occasions.

The fact that I had been successful was now more than apparent since we were naked in bed. We were, or more correctly, she was, recovering from a prolonged bout of oral sex. I had tongued her pussy and clit for over an hour which had brought her to several mini and one grand mal orgasm. After this last, Maribeth was too sensitive to continue, so at her request, I related a “story” of one other time I had seduced a woman.

I had just finished telling her about Lisa, who I had met in a bar in Louisville, Kentucky when I hosted a Kentucky Derby party there in 1980. Lisa was typical of a few women I had picked up over the years, in that she exhibited both reluctance and encouragement in equal measures as I attempted to persuade her to share my bed.

Maribeth’s soft voice opined that she found the prospect that any woman would be so reluctant as to be not believable. I kissed the top of her head, which was the only part of her that my lips could easily reach and thanked her for that great endorsement.

“Tell me what happened the next day?” She asked.

Well, as I said, after my most enjoyable night with Lisa in my hotel, I had invited her and her co-worker Ellen, to my Derby Party where I was hosting a few of my largest clients and some of their guests.

I arose early on Saturday morning and dressed in a pressed gray suit and red tie. I was personally picking up one client at the airport, and had arranged limos for the rest. Racing started at noon, but I expected most people would arrive between then and 2 pm. The Derby itself wasn’t scheduled to be run until after 6 pm.

I had arranged two venues. One was a 30′ x 18′ tent which had bars located at each end, a huge buffet table in the center and various tables and chairs scatted around. To actually watch the races, I had rented a box in the grandstand. There were no seats in the box, so it would be standing room only.

A few invitees had hotel reservations, but most were just flying or driving in for the day. I was spending a small king’s ransom for the venues and I wasn’t inclined to pay for lodging on top of that.

As I expected, most people had arrived by 2 pm and the party was well underway when a few minutes later I noticed that Lisa and another woman, who I assumed would be Ellen, arrived. Lisa looked wonderful in a black dress that complimented her figure. Ellen was dressed in a similar fashion, but her dress was gray and green. Her figure carried a few more pounds than Lisa’s, but it was still attractive. Somehow, both women had found those outlandish hats that seemed to be de rigor for the Derby. I was with a major client and couldn’t pull away but Lisa caught my eye and gave me a wink.

Maribeth seemed to perk up at the mention of ladies hats, and I had to attempt to describe these in as much detail as I could remember. I had to admit that these creations gave the event a certain eclectic charm, but in my opinion, a hat should have at least a modicum of functionality. Then I returned to the gist of the story.

It wasn’t until sometime later that our paths crossed. I was returning from the grandstand box when I met Lisa and Ellen coming the other way. Lisa gave me a quick hug and introduced her friend. Ellen was probably in her late 40’s, a little taller and a few pounds heavier than Lisa. She was from Dothan, Alabama and still had a sweet southern accent. She thanked me for the invitation and I wondered to myself how much Lisa had told her of how it came about.

I explained that I was on a tight schedule, but that I hoped to get a chance to talk to them a little later. As I walked away, I thought I saw Lisa give me a knowing smile.

As the big race approached, most of my guests were discussing how they were planning to bet. A horse named Rockhill Native was the 2-to-1 favorite, and Plugged Nickel, at 5-to-2 was the second choice. I heard almost none of the other horses mentioned. Soon the tent began to empty as everyone headed to the box.

When I arrived, I found myself standing next to Lisa and I casually asked her how she bet. “I have a hundred on Genuine Risk to win,” she answered. I vaguely recalled that Genuine Risk was a filly that had been entered and a quick glance at the tote board revealed that she was probably going to go off at about 32-1. “Like longshots much?” I asked, and Lisa smiled and nodded. Just as I turned back to view the race, I heard her say, “I like to bet on the girls.”

The two favorites were the clear leaders until the top of the final stretch when a smallish bay colored horse fulya escort slipped between them and into the lead. It was Genuine Risk. The little filly pulled ahead and held off two late chargers to win by a length. The crowd went crazy. I glanced over my shoulder to find Lisa with exactly that knowing smile I had seen a few minutes earlier. She caught my look and just gave me a silent thumbs up. Pretty classy I thought for someone who was about to pocket around $3,200!

Maribeth inquired about which horse I had bet on. I replied that I hadn’t bet at all. I just wasn’t very lucky. A small voice from around my shoulder said something about nothing could be further from the truth.

The rest of the party was pretty anti-climatic. People began to seek me out to say their good-bye’s and I was relatively sure that I wouldn’t be fielding any last minute dinner invitations. As the crowd thinned, I noticed that Lisa and Ellen had two full glasses of wine at one of the tables. I got one of what I thought they were drinking and joined them.

Once again, Ellen took the lead to thank me again for such an enjoyable day. Then, nodding in Lisa’s direction, she asked if I was aware that she had bet on the winner. I said that indeed I did. I turned to Lisa and asked her what she planned to do with her bounty. She smiled and said, “I’m taking you both to dinner, if you’re free of course.” I quickly looked around to confirm, then I smiled in Lisa’s direction and said, “it appears I’m all yours.” Ellen smiled too, but I’m sure she was unaware of the double entendre contained within my answer.

I signed a couple of checks for the caterer and used cash to tip the servers and the three of us headed toward the parking lots. Since we had driven separately, we parted to find our respective cars, but arranged to meet at the same restaurant where I had met Lisa the night before.

Conscious of Jen’s Rule

, I drove to the inn, jumped in the shower, shaved and dressed in casual beige slacks, a blue dress shirt and the brown jacket I’d worn the previous evening. I assumed that the ladies had probably gone to their hotel and were going through a similar ritual.

The restaurant was much more crowded than was the case yesterday. I suspected that it was going to be a good payday for almost every restaurant in town as 131,000 people want to be fed. Fortunately, we didn’t have to wait long, and soon we were seated at a table next to the big stone fireplace.

It turned out that Ellen was quite the talker and more than once, I caught Lisa’s eye when Ellen was telling some story about what seemed to be a very extensive and dis-functional family. I don’t remember what we ordered or much else about dinner, but thankfully when it was over, Ellen declined our invitation to join us for a nightcap in the lower bar. I assured her that I would make sure that Lisa was delivered back to her hotel safely, and with a last thank you, Ellen departed and Lisa and I were finally alone.

I looked at Lisa and Lisa looked at me and we both broke into laughter as we fell into each other’s arms. I’m sure the bar patrons wondered about the two crazies by the stairs who were laughing and kissing, but I don’t think either one of us noticed nor cared.

I took Lisa’s hand and led her to a small table in the corner of the bar. A small lamp provided a modicum of illumination but it made Lisa’s skin positively glow. I had pretty much had it with wine and beer wasn’t very appealing either. I asked Lisa if she’d ever had a B-52, and she shook her head. I told her she had to try, so I ordered two.

A B-52 is a layered cordial, which means the bartender gently pours the liquors so that they form three distinct layers. In the case of a B-52, gran Marnier is poured first, then Bailey’s Irish Cream and finally Kahula. It’s very pretty in it’s layered appearance, but of course you don’t actually drink it that way. You need to mix it up. Lisa took a sip, and I could tell just by looking at her reaction that she really liked the taste.

She leaned across the table and I had the pleasure of tasting the mixture on Lisa’s lips. “You really are full of surprises, aren’t you,” she said. “I think I need to surprise you too.”

Lisa had changed into a nice kelly green skirt that hugged her hips with a hemline that ended four inches above her knees. This was topped with a white blouse that looked exactly like the one she had worn the previous night, except this one had elastic cuffs instead of buttoned ones. Noting this, I pouted that my opportunity to bind her hands was much diminished. Lisa laughed and said something like, “we’ll see.”

The walk back to my room at the inn was nothing like the same journey the night before. Where that walk was headed to an unknowable outcome, this time we both knew what we wanted and we were impatient to arrive.

While the passionate kiss just inside my door was reminiscent of a similar kiss feriköy escort yesterday, though it contained none of the reluctance that Lisa had exhibited. Indeed, if anything, the pursuer was starting to feel very much like the pursued.

Lisa pushed my jacket off my shoulders and went to work on the buttons of my shirt. Likewise I did the same with her. Unlike the last time I unclipped her bra about the same time she relieved me of the shirt. We were both now naked from the waist up and we took a moment to press our bodies together. I was happy that my torso had retained most of my masculine musculature and I noticed that Lisa seemed to be enjoying pressing her breasts against it.

“Ready for your surprise?” was whispered in my ear. I assumed the answer was “yes,” so that’s what I said. Lisa kissed her way down my chest until she arrived at my beltline. I watched as she unzipped my pants and pulled them down my legs. The removing my shoes and socks, she pulled the slacks completely off. Only my briefs remained.

Lisa got on her knees and began kissing my stomach with featherlike pressure. Her hands slipped behind my butt and she filled them with my cheeks. I sensed her lips navigating through the sparse hair on my stomach when one of her hands quit squeezing my ass and slipped over my still covered cock. She traced the outline of me and squeezed the shaft. Then looking up into my eyes, she began to lower my briefs.

“I’ve never done this before,” were her exact words, “you’ll be my first. I need you to teach me.”

I kicked the briefs aside when they reached my ankles, and I watched with anticipation as Lisa’s eyes and fingers began to explore. At first her touch was tentative, almost like she was afraid to hurt me. She looked on with some amazement as she witnessed my penis in the act of firming.

I was pretty sure where this was heading, but I wanted Lisa to take whatever time she thought she needed. She placed my testicles in the palm of one of her small hands and seemed to gauge their weight. Then taking a quick look up at my face, she leaned forward and kissed the flesh of my inner thigh at the very junction where it joins my sac.

I know from Maribeth that this very spot is the apparent source of the masculine pheromones that she says drives her crazy. It must be so, because Lisa spent some time there inhaling my musky scent, kissing the ball sac and rubbing her face against me. In the process she had used one hand and grasped my still growing shaft and held it out of the way. I was finding her attention to be quite pleasurable, but I knew my own body and it was definitely beginning to respond.

It was at this point that Lisa stopped and pushed me to a sitting position in the lounge chair in the corner of the bed room. Then she quickly doffed her skirt and panties. The skirt simply fell to the floor and Lisa was preparing to toss her panties on top when I grabbed them from her. They were positively soaked. I held them up as if questioning their condition and pulled Lisa closer. I extended my hand and felt the space between her legs. Also a sopping mess.

“It’s been like that all day,” Lisa confessed. “That’s my third pair, I’ve been thinking of you all day. I don’t know what’s happening to me.” She was almost crying.

I lowered her to her knees so that we could embrace. I had no words, so I didn’t try to invent some. I just took her in my arms and held her. After a few minutes, she leaned back and wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands. “You must think I’m a total mess.”

“Yep,” I agreed, “and a beautiful and sexy one at that.”

Lisa laughed at this, and it seemed to break the tension I suspect she was feeling. She pressed me back into the chair and graped me again with her right hand, then looking down she said, “my hand almost doesn’t go around it.” She leaned closer. I could feel her warm breath, her lips were mere inches away.

“Did I tell you that I’ve never done this?” I simply nodded, and with that she took half my length into her warm mouth. My cock gave an involuntary jerk when it sensed it had been enveloped, and Lisa quickly removed it and looked up, seeking some assurance.

I smiled and said, “it does that when the sensation is especially pleasurable.” Lisa smiled back and returned me to her mouth. I assume that Lisa had heard something about blow jobs because she started moving her head up and down my shaft. I told her to try to run her tongue around the underside of my glans and she immediately tried to comply. A few more directions from me and she had it down.

For a first timer she was very good and I told her so with every opportunity. Several times her eyes raised seeking my approval and I met each glance with a smile and a nod. However the night was proceeding too fast and I wanted to savor the time I had left, so it was with some reluctance that I pulled Lisa to me. When she lost contact with my penis, beykent escort she looked at me in alarm, as if she had done something wrong. I was quick to assure her that such was not the case.

I rose and pulled Lisa to her feet. My lips found hers and I savored the taste of her. Then, guiding her to the bed, I pushed the sheets aside and we both slipped under. I laid her on her side and placed her head on my shoulder. It was the exact same position that I had Mariberh in, years later as I related this story.

Lisa wanted to talk about what had just happened. “I thought it would be different,” she said. “What would be different?” I asked as if I didn’t know the subject of her comment.

“Your….thing in my mouth.”

“I liked it. I thought it would be something I’d have to get used to, but it seemed…so, so….natural”

“Lisa, you were perfect,” I said truthfully. Well, maybe “perfect” Isn’t the best word, but she was pretty damn good.

She smiled at my humble attempt to compliment her effort and it melted my heart. Resting in my arms she seemed so vulnerable at that point. I turned my body slightly so that I could encircle her body with my free arm. My fingers caressed her bare skin and my lips reached for hers. The kiss lasted a long time and I sensed that not only was Lisa comforted, but she was becoming more aroused.

My fingers, which had been innocently caressing her back were put to use on her tits and between her legs. She still felt wet even though we had taken a short hiatus, and my own arousal was building as well. All doubt was erased when Lisa whispered, “please….fuck me.”

I turned completely which positioned her directly below me. I didn’t wait for Lisa. I grasped myself and slid the tip of my cock up and down Lisa’s slit, liberally coating it with her own moisture. As I brought it to the opening of her vagina, I sensed her push forward. It wasn’t enough to impale her, but it sufficed to lodge me firmly at her entrance. It only then required a small effort on my part to complete our union.

Lisa’s “noooo’s” of yesterday vanished in her “yessssss’s” of today.

We made love gently and passionately. We would climb mountains and sail placid seas. As we moved together, we felt more than a physical union and neither of us wanted it to end.

I was pleased when Lisa’s body began to push hard against me and her ragged words implored me to “take her.” Her legs would alternately grab me and then splay apart in total surrender. I knew Lisa was getting close when her hand slipped between our sweating bodies and her fingers found her clit. A few seconds later she came beneath me, her fingernails clawing my back and her teeth biting my shoulder.

Her back arched as the waves of pleasure washed over her. I continued to thrust into her and she kept calling my name, over and over.

Secure in the knowledge that I had pushed Lisa over the edge, I redoubled my own efforts and fucked her almost savagely. Lisa became aware of what was happening and as before, implored me to avoid spending inside of her. For the second time in two days, I erupted on her stomach and I could see Lisa watching.

After the last pulsation, I fell to the bed beside her gasping for breath. Sweat poured from my face and it burned my eyes. I was completely spent. In the distance I thought I heard Lisa’s voice but I was too weak to answer.

I had collapsed on my side and I became aware that my ragged gasps were starting to recede Soon I felt a cool cloth pressed against my face, and I saw Lisa looking down at me. She was calling my name and when I opened my eyes, she threw her arms around me and kissed me all over my face.

Several times I heard her start a sentence, only to falter after a few words. “That was…. It was,,,” were the starters, but she just couldn’t complete the thought. I reached out and pulled her into the bed, then found the covers and snuggled beneath their weight. I wiggled into position behind Lisa and wrapped an arm over her breasts. I nibbled at her ear and thanked her for the pleasure she’d given me.

It was after midnight when we awoke. I never remember falling asleep, nor did Lisa when I asked, but apparently we had.

Nature was calling both of us and we took turns in the bathroom. My flight wasn’t until late afternoon and I gave Lisa the choice of whether to spend the night or go back to her hotel. She looked sad when she told me that it was probably best that she leave. She said that she would have liked nothing better than to come back to bed, but she couldn’t miss work. I knew the feeling, but when duty calls…

The last time I kissed Lisa was just before I let her off at her hotel, but we never saw or spoke to one another again after that night. Six months later, I received a card in the mail at the office. It was a wedding announcement. I wrote a brief message on the back of the card and sent it back. I wrote Lisa that I wished her well and the groom was one lucky guy.

I will always remember Lisa, and of course Genuine Risk.

For the last five minutes of this story, Maribeth had been stroking my cock beneath the sheets and had succeeded in bringing me to a full erection. I chose not to tell her that the mental images that I was recounting had also contributed to that outcome.