1:

The plane landed about the same time the sun set behind the horizon. Looking out my little window, I could see the skyline looming off in the distance. I knew you wouldn’t be waiting for me in the terminal. Although I did mention what hotel I was staying at. I actually saw the Marriott from my window while on approach.

All I could think about was really two things. One…you and the second…dinner. I was going to get out of this terminal and get my rental car as quickly as I could. I needed to get checked in and shower before I met you in the lobby bar. We had pre-arranged our meeting throughout the earlier months…first starting as a joke but soon moving up into something dangerous.

It wasn’t really hard to come to the decision to meet. I had gazed into your eyes many days and nights. I had wanted you more than I ever should have. The chance that I could soon be running my hands through your hair for real was just way too powerful. I had to come.

I had jokingly mentioned that I’d try and be on my best behavior but the thing I wanted to do most was to gently hold the back of your head and pull your lips to mine. I wanted to run my hands up and down your back…your shoulders… I wanted to feel you. Feel you for real.

Every time I looked in your eyes, I wanted you more and more. I wanted you with all my body.

I got the car and map and made my way out of the airport. Driving to the hotel was not too difficult. The AVIS clerk had done a great job with directions. I pulled into the Valet lot and took a deep breath. This was supposed to be easy. You had been the object of my desire for a while now. But here I sat like on my first high school date. Almost too scared to get out of the car.

The sudden appearance of the valet jogged my mind back into reality. I handed him my keys…told him my name and said I was checking in. He filled out the ticket and handed it to me as I was heading for the double doors to the lobby.

I was almost shaking with anticipation as I headed for the check-in desk. After receiving the room keys and signing my life away on a credit card receipt, I was about to turn towards the elevator when the front desk clerk said I also had a message. My heart first skipped, thinking the worst…you had called this off. Before I could catch my next breath, the clerk continued, telling me that I had a visitor waiting in the lobby bar.

I mumbled thanks as I headed off towards the lobby bar. I knew I’d recognize you in an instant. It’s hard to miss your set of eyes in any crowd. They were burned into the back of my brain by now…

When I entered, I saw about four people. A couple near the bar, a business man with a laptop and a lady with her back towards the door. I knew it was you. You were intent on stirring what ever you were drinking with the red bar straw. I slowly made my way over to you. I could begin to smell you when I was about 3 feet away. I don’t know what perfume you were wearing but it now was my favorite.

I didn’t know if I should just introduce myself, kiss you, shake your hand…whatever. My mind started going blank as I drew within the final feet from you. My hand for what ever reason decided it was going to seek diplomacy on it’s own. I reached out and touched your left shoulder, calling out your name gently……

2:

I’ll remember it forever. The moment you turned your head and looked at me for the first time. Your eyes were even more beautiful in real life. You immediately returned my smile. I couldn’t take my eyes off of yours. I really don’t even remember what I said next but I know it was lame…like a nice to meet you. My mind was completely blank as I took you in. I remember your smile turning into a wider smile…almost a giggle. You probably thought it was lame too…

After dreaming about meeting you for so long…and all I can come up with is a “nice to meet you”. I almost started to giggle at myself for being so brain dead. “Nice to meet you”…hell…. God I’ve wanted you for so long and all I can muster is a “nice to meet you”…

My hand still rested on your shoulder as you stood up and faced me. I instinctively drew closer to you. The hug came naturally. I don’t remember if it was you drawing into me or me into you. But I remember reaching around you, pulling you closer into me. I remember me lowering my head, my face close to your neck…and then you say “nice to meet you too”… I almost burst out laughing.

Hugs never last long enough. The ones that do tend not to be suitable for public places. I guess our first hug was average length. Honestly, I don’t remember how long we held each other. As I held you in my arms, I was unaware of all time and space. I just remember the smell of your neck and hair. I remember the heat from your head and neck warming up my face. Just knowing how close you were to me was pure arousal. And then “nice to meet you too”…. That must have been the ending of the hug now as I think about it.

I do remember almost being happy the hug ended. I knew that the longer you held me, the more you would be able to tell just how şirinevler escort much I loved it. The instant I laid my hand on your shoulder I started to grow. The hug only expedited the process. If we held each other too long, I was sure you would begin to feel me as well. I didn’t want that to happen. It’s not that I didn’t want you…God knows I did…I was just embarrassed to let you know just how bad I wanted you. Not yet…Not in here…

I sat down on the empty stool next to you and turned a bit, trying to hide my arousal. I reached out and took your hand off the bar and held it in mine. My mind was slowly coming back to reality. I thanked you for meeting me and remember you slightly blushing. You told me that you were about to head to the airport first because you couldn’t wait to see me. It was my turn to blush.

Small talk is good. It was a very welcome relief at that bar. We talked about everything and nothing. The whole while I looked at you. Looked at your hair, your eyes, your nose, your smile…lips… I listened to your voice. I answered your questions and inserted comments. I asked questions. Small talk. The funny thing is I don’t remember a thing about what we talked about. Well…that’s not true. I remember the important tidbits about you, remember we talked about the flight a bit, and remember I couldn’t stop looking at you.

After my second rum and coke, I remember asking if I could have about 20 minutes to go clean up a bit after the flight. I promised you that I wouldn’t take a second more. Half smile, half giggle. I took that as a good sign. I didn’t ask…and truthfully, I didn’t think about it. I just did it. I leaned over and kissed you. My lips met yours. I kissed you and then pulled slowly away. OK…15 minutes and no more. You said you would reserve a table at the restaurant. This time your face was more of a half blush, half giggle. I looked into your eyes, wanting you so badly. Be right back…I promise…

3:

The elevator ride to the third floor was quick. I remember it took about 2 minutes to find my room and get the door open with the keycard. The only thing I hate about keycards is they never put your room number on them. One of these days I always figured I was going to forget my room and find myself opening the wrong door. With my luck it would open…

The room was pretty industry standard. There were two queen-sized beds. The mini bar fridge was under the TV. The room had a balcony that overlooked the pool courtyard. There was a table near the sliding door to the balcony. On top of the table was the room service menu as well as a couple of plastic wrapped glasses. There was a large stuffed lounge chair, complete with footstool, located on the other side of the sliding glass door opposite of the table.

I sat my carry-on bag on the bed and unzipped the side. I pulled out a fresh pair of jeans and unfolded a clean shirt. I pulled out my shower bag and headed towards the bathroom. The bathroom was rather nice. There was a two-sink vanity that contained everything from body gels to a coffee maker. I walked over to the bathtub and pulled the shower curtain open. After turning the water on and cranking it to full on hot, I stood back up and stared at the white tiled wall. I could still smell you. God I wanted to kiss you again right then.

I looked at my watch and figured I had about 10 minutes left before I said I would be back. I wanted to be back then. I wanted you here.

I pulled off my tee shirt and semi-folded it before throwing it back onto the floor. I stepped out of my tennis shoes. Reaching down, I pulled off my socks.

I turned back to the tub and turned the water down to a more reasonable warm setting. I popped the plunger and started the water cascading down out of the shower.

I reached down and unbuttoned my Levies before letting them drop to the floor. There I stood…completely naked with you very much so on my mind. I would dare to say that you still had me very much aroused.

I stepped into the shower. The water felt good hitting my back and head. Almost as good as your skin felt earlier. Almost as good as your lips tasted. I closed my eyes and could see every line on your face. God I wanted you here right now.

I opened up the small hotel soap and threw the wrapper into the trashcan. As I rubbed the bar across my chest, I closed my eyes and tried to dream it was you washing me. As the bar moved lower down my belly, nearing my groin, my cock actually spasmed. God this was not going to work… I opened my eyes to try and clear you from my mind. I knew if I didn’t, I’d cum right there in the shower with a picture of your face on my mind. Baseball…think of baseball. I chuckled to myself. Hell…I didn’t know the first thing about baseball. Football maybe…

I did manage to make it through the shower without succumbing to the urge that started the moment I saw you. During the drying off process, my hard-on finally started to diminish. By the time I was pulling on a clean pair of jeans, most of the evidence of the effect you have topkapı escort on me was almost back to normal…I actually considered putting on underwear. I figured if I got hard again, at least it wouldn’t be so friggin evident. Talk about being back in high school again…all those uncontrollable hormones. What can I say…you do bring out the best in me.

I looked at my watch again and realized I had about 3 minutes left to tie my shoes and get downstairs. It took 2 minutes…

As the elevator doors opened in the lobby, you were standing about five feet away, facing me….

4:

I moved towards you as soon as the doors were wide enough to let me pass. Your arms began to raise up as I approached you. I saw the beginning of your hug and walked all they way into your arms. My arms went around your back pulling me closer to you. I remember looking into your eyes before I decided to kiss you again. I gently tilted my head and my mouth met yours once again. This time, I left it there. My hands slowly rose up your back before settling on both sides of your pretty face. I don’t remember exactly when I realized that my tongue was tracing around your lips. I do remember feeling your tongue searching out mine…man that felt good.

I ran my fingers through your hair once more before I finally pulled my mouth away. I backed my face away a bit so I’d see you in focus. I wanted to look at your face again. We still held each other close. That felt wonderful. I wanted you right there. Damn the hotel guests…we can charge them to watch…God you felt so warm. I leaned in once more and gave you a quicker kiss. I remember as I moved my lips closer to your ear, my stomach let out one hell of a gurgle. You chuckled. I whispered that I guess it was time to eat evidently. You chuckled again. I kissed you gently behind your ear before I finally let go of you.

I don’t know if you noticed but I couldn’t stop checking you out. Even during the short walk to the hotel restaurant, I must have looked at your legs, your butt, and every other inch of you a hundred times. Man you looked good. What made it great was that it was your hand in my hand as we walked to the restaurant. I was yours… you were mine.

The hostess must have sensed we could use about the most private table they had. I’ve always loved the circular booths. We could sit so close together that my leg would be rubbing your leg all night. Man I loved the thought of that. I couldn’t be close enough to you.

Once we were seated, I slid…you slid…and somehow we ended up exactly where I hoped. I reached my hand out and placed it on your thigh. I had to do this. I slowly felt down until my hand was on your kneecap. I left it there. I turned and looked at you and thanked you for doing this. There was almost a blush. Then your hand reached down and found my thigh. And slid down to my kneecap. Then you thanked me as well. I remember thinking that I would not have missed this for the world. The chance to finally feel you…to touch you…to kiss you…to please you. I wanted to be there. I had to be there.

I reached over the tabletop and grabbed your napkin and placed it in your lap. Then I took my napkin and placed it mine. My napkin was there not to catch the oncoming food, but to cover what was growing once again under my jeans. Man…I should have worn underwear.

I remember I must have kissed you another 5 times before we ever got our appetizers. I don’t really remember if it was slow service or if I was just lost in you. Not that I really cared if it was slow service. It gave me more time to look at you.

The whole time during the meal, I felt your leg next to mine. Occasionally while reaching for my napkin, my hand would graze your thigh by “accident”. God I could feel the electricity with every touch. Although I might have looked focused on my prime rib, my mind was already spreading your thighs. You’ve done this to me for a while…you have this ability to overwhelm my mind with pure lustful thoughts. It can happen pretty much anywhere. All it really takes is to remember your smile and the whole process starts.

I didn’t know if you noticed that my “accidental” touches and brushes started to seem to happen more frequently and lingered longer…

God I wanted nothing more than to lay you back right there and explore every inch of your body with my hands…my tongue…

When the waiter finally left after delivering the dessert, I turned once more to you and kissed you long and hard. I felt your hand sliding up from my knee. I felt it slide up my thigh. I felt it brush down the length of my almost hard cock, starting first near the head and then sliding down toward the base…then your hand was gone. I remember you whispered into my ear…oops…sorry. Must have been an accident. Damn. I wondered if you knew I was doing that the whole time. I let out a chuckle. You just smiled and replaced your hand…sliding it under my napkin. I could feel you gently run your finger around my jeans…tracing my cock. Then I felt your hand gently squeeze me. You then leaned towards çapa escort my ear and whispered…finish the cheesecake…and with that, your hand was gone again.

You really don’t know how hard I got right after that. That little tease had pushed me from a twitch to a throb.

I turned to you and moved my hand near your waistline. I slid my hand up your side, just eversoslightly brushing the side of your breast before stopping just above. I’ll have the waiter box it up and take it with us. With that, I leaned in and kissed you again…. I stopped once in order to tell the waiter to get a box…and I stopped again when he returned. Smart guy…brought the check too. I guess we really did look like we were in a hurry to get into one another…

Sliding out of the booth and standing up proved a bit difficult. I placed my hand in my jeans pocket as if to reach for money…but I really was trying to get myself back into a position to walk. You had me so hard just moments ago. Then I reached in my other pocket and grabbed the money and left the tip. You were standing next to me by the time I turned back from the table. My Room?… God…I actually asked it. Please say yes. I felt your hand running down the small of my back and then across a butt cheek…and then I heard your yes…. 5:

The walk back to the elevators seemed to take forever. My arm was around your shoulder, holding you close to me. I was relieved when you pushed the up button before I could reach out for it. The elevator was already located in the lobby and the door instantly opened once the button was pushed. You turned into me and guided me into the elevator. I felt my back hit up against the back wall of the elevator as you leaned into me and kissed me. The doors closed. We continued to kiss. The elevator didn’t move….

I broke off the kiss long enough to mumble “three”. You turned slightly and pushed 3.

We kissed the entire time the elevator took to get to the third floor…at the time, I would have loved to be on the 33 floor…

Our tongues played with one another. My tongue wrapping yours. Our lips together. My hands had fallen from your shoulders and had slid all the way down your back. Both hands had just started to slide down over the roundness of your ass when the doors opened. I cupped a cheek in both hands and pulled you into me, kissing harder. I knew that you could feel me up against your belly. I was as stiff as I’ve ever been. I felt it pressing between my belly and your belly. I wanted you to feel it too. You do this to me. And God I am so glad you do.

My hands released their grip of your cheeks as I pushed both of our bodies towards the opened door. My kiss subsided and finally broke as we exited the elevator. I turned towards my room with you in my arm. My free hand fished out the credit card key from my back pocket. I felt your hand slide down by back and stop on my ass cheek. It stayed there until we got to the door…

6:

I double-checked the room number…finding the wrong door this time could be really bad. I inserted the card into the door and opened it. I stepped in and held the door for you. There was no hesitation. You walked in.

I removed the “do not disturb” placard and popped it onto the outside doorknob. I gently closed the door and locked it. I turned back to you. God I’ve wanted you for so long and now here you were. I moved towards you…moving in very close. My hands slid around the small of your back, down to your butt. I pulled you into me once more and kissed you. One hand stayed down on your bottom while my other hand slid up your back, along the neck, to the back of your head. I pulled my lips from yours and told you that I wanted you. You slid your hand off my shoulder, down my chest, over my abdomen, down to my groin. Then you cupped me. You chuckled and replied that you could tell. My turn to chuckle.

Your hand stayed on my hard cock…I could feel you gently rubbing it as you moved your lips back to mine. One hand of mine was running through your hair while the other hand was exploring the shape of your ass. God it felt good. I moved my lower hand up a bit and found the bottom of your sweater. I slid my hand under. The warmth of the skin of your back felt good. My palm stretched out so I could feel more of you. I slid my hand around, feeling your skin. I could feel your bra strap, your shoulder blades, your shoulder…my hand slid around to the side of your breast. I could feel the softness behind the fabric of your bra. I gently cupped your mound and slid my fingers around…my middle finger brushed against your very hard nipple. I had to have that in my mouth very soon.

I could still feel you rubbing my cock through my jeans. Felt you stroking me through all the fabric.

The last kiss had subsided into more of a mutual neck exploration. I was kissing yours, and you were kissing mine. My tongue had found a nice spot right by your ear. I could tell you were enjoying it was well. You stopped kissing my neck and allowed me to focus in on you. My tongue traced little circles followed by a flurry of gentle kisses. Both of my hand reached down to the base of your sweater and gently started to roll and pull it up. You let go of me and raised your hands to help me. The sweater rolled past your still covered breasts…but I still looked. God they were nice. The sweater came off rather easily.

The coach pulled out of the high school at exactly 7.30am and Mr Smith settled himself into his seat 2 rows from the front behind Ray the driver. The kids were excited and very bubbly but Mr Smith knew from experience that they would settle quickly for the long drive to Dover.

It was the yearly trip for year sevens to France and for Mr Smith it was the tenth year of running it. The school staff were always keen to be selected for it. It was fun and it was interesting.

On this year’s trip were five staff besides Mr Smith. Mrs Pearson (head of English), Mrs Brooks (music teacher), Mr Watts (deputy head), Miss Clarke (history teacher) and Mrs Dent (learning assistant).

Sitting in his seat Mr Smith double checked his paperwork for the trip, room lists, admission tickets to day-trips, and medical details. He knew the staff were all excellent professionals and would provide support with any problems should they arise.

The only member of staff he wasn’t familiar with was Miss Clarke or Lizzie as she was known.

She was sitting opposite him in the coach next to Mrs Dent, and as he looked across, he couldn’t help but notice her shapely butt wearing stretch jeans tight at the waist with a close fitting t-shirt enclosing a delicious pair of breasts.

He reminded himself that she was a newly qualified teacher and only 24 years old. He was also a man coming up to retirement and married for more years than he cared to remember, and shouldn’t be ogling women young enough to be his daughter.

His mind was suddenly brought back to focus by a shout from the rear of the coach. Someone was feeling sick. Mrs Pearson leapt up to deal with the situation. The trip had well and truly begun.

Eventually after a long but reasonably uneventful journey the coach pulled into the hotel at about 5pm French time.

The first task was to sort the pupils into their rooms which were all off one long corridor on the first floor. The rooms held four or five pupils and at each end of the corridor were rooms for staff, each having two members of staff. Fortunately this year there was an extra room, so Mr Smith and Mr Watts had a room each to themselves.

The first evening was always unsettled. After dinner the whole party went for a walk into town via the sea front. This was meant to tire the pupils out so that they settled down to sleep at a reasonable hour. Lights out was 10pm and the routine was to patrol the corridor until everyone was quiet and fast asleep.

It never worked that way in reality so the staff took it in turns, in pairs, to stay in the corridor until all was quiet. The other members of staff were free to go down to the bar or watch tv in their room. And so the week began…

The first day in France was full on with excursions here, there, and everywhere. The staff bonded well and by the second evening everyone was feeling pretty exhausted. Mr Smith had led from the front but had continued to steal glances in Lizzie Clarke’s direction.

She really did have a wonderful body. Her blonde hair was shoulder length and her blue eyes made him weak at the knees. Today she had been wearing a low cut blouse tied at the waist, and close fitting cotton shorts. He really felt quite guilty walking behind her and watching her ass sway from side to side stretching the cotton. He tried to be careful not to be caught by other staff staring at this sexy young lady.

After his turn of duty in the corridor he decided to turn in; the kids had settled quickly, and apart from Mrs Brooks, the others did too. He quickly got undressed and washed and lay in his bed thinking of Miss Clarke and her exquisite ass. Tomorrow there was a trip to the indoor swimming complex on the seafront. His mind went into overdrive with wondering what she would look like in a swimming costume.

He was not to be disappointed.

Some of the staff usually changed to go swimming, while the others remained on loungers at the side of the wave pool. Mr Smith sat on a lounger surrounded by various towels and possessions that needed guarding. He was joined by Mrs Dent while the others went into the pool or climbed the stairs to the slides halkalı escort and flumes.

He’d missed Miss Clarke coming out of the changing rooms but as his eyes scanned the complex he caught a glimpse of her blonde hair bobbing up and down as she slid down the flume.

He lost sight of her as she splashed into the plunge pool at the bottom of the slide. But then his mouth dropped open as first her head appeared above the side of the pool and then the rest of her body. She was wearing a white bikini which was not the best at covering the most sexy body he had ever seen. It clung wet and so tightly to her skin that he could see each nipple protruding through the fabric, and he was almost sure he could see the shape of her pussy lips between her shapely thighs.

He quickly looked away and coughed to cover his guilt. He decided he would go for a supervisory walk to check that the kids were behaving themselves. He picked up his camera and made his way to the ‘black hole.’

This was a large bowl at the base of a long and winding tube. As the bodies came shooting from the tube they slid round and round the bowl, until they disappeared down a hole in the middle and dropped into a plunge pool. He pointed his camera towards the bowl and switched it to ‘continuous shooting’ and started to take some shots of the kids as they appeared.

He’d been there about five minutes when the next burst of shots captured Miss Clarke exiting the tube with flailing arms and legs, before disappearing into the plunge pool. He would relish looking at those shots later. He continued for a few more minutes before returning to the loungers. It was time to get the kids out and leave.

After an afternoon visit to a museum and a long evening walk after dinner the kids were readied for bed and lights out was again 10pm. The staff took time to settle them in their rooms and once all was quiet they took it in turns to sit in the corridor while the others had a drink in the bar downstairs.

Mr Smith and Miss Clarke took their turn in that rota and made whispered small talk while Mr Smith decided to review the days photographs. Lizzie Clarke sat beside him looking at the tiny illuminated screen on the back of the camera.

There were photos of everything they had done all that day, including the visit to the swimming complex.

“Do you mind if I look at the swimming ones Mr Smith?”

Even in the dark of the corridor he could tell from the anxiety in her voice that Miss Clarke was worried about something.

“Certainly Lizzie, feel free.”

He somehow felt awkward using her first name as he passed the camera to her. It was almost intimate in the dark and he could feel the warmth of her body close to his and smell the fragrance of her perfume.

“Oh my god, you’ve got to delete them, pleaseeee Mr Smith. Please dont look.”

But of course he had and what he saw made his heart jump and caused a faint twitch in his loins.

There were about six or seven shots in a row of Lizzie sliding around the bowl of the ‘black hole’, arms and legs splaying out, but most obviously was the sight of her left breast exposed over the top of her bikini with its dark brown nipple there for all to see.

“Oh dear Lizzie, i’ll get rid of them straight away. How embarrassing for you,” he said quietly, as he took the camera back from her and almost too slowly deleted them one by one, but relishing the sight as he did so.

He sensed a sigh of relief from her as he completed the task.

“There are no others are there Lizzie?”

“No I’m sure there aren’t, I knew what had happened but thought no one had seen at the time. It was only just now I realised. Oh thank you so much Robert.”

When she used his first name his heart skipped a beat. It had always been Mr Smith, or “sir,” but almost at the same time as she said that she leaned forward in the darkness and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you so much again for keeping it our secret.”

As she drew away her breasts rubbed across the bare flesh on his arm. He felt flummoxed but felt his cock harden.

“Dont be silly Lizzie I understand, but you merter escort should be proud of your body.”

Almost as he said it, he knew how inappropriate he’d been by saying that.

“Oh I shouldnt have said that,” he quickly muttered “sorry.”

Lizzie giggled and said, “Silly Mr Smith.”

In order to cut through his embarrassment he said, “you’d better get off to bed, its another long day tomorrow.”

“Ok I’ll see you in the morning and thank you again.”

And with that she walked off down the corridor to her room, leaving Mr Smith with her scent in his nostrils, and his cock semi erect. He hadn’t felt that desire in a long time, and almost felt bothered by his feelings.

The kids were all fast asleep so Mr Smith went back to his room and undressed for bed. He lay on his bed in his pyjamas and had the tv on softly tuned to a French channel showing a typical old French film. He opened a bottle of red wine and poured himself a glass.

He must have been quite tired because with a passing thought of Miss Clarke in his mind he drifted off to sleep.

He awoke to the tapping on his door and Miss Clarke’s voice whispering outside.

“Mr Smith can I have Jamie Thompson’s ‘calpol’, he’s got temperature?”

Jamie was a boy who suffered with his health, and suffered with an over anxious mother, hence the sending of medicine with her beloved son and specific instructions should problems arise!

Mr Smith opened the door and Miss Clarke was standing there bare footed and in her pyjamas, which were a pink t-shirt and pink spotted pyjama bottoms. She followed him inside and he got the ‘calpol’ from the fridge, and gave it to her to take to Jamie. While she was doing that he got the medicine book out to complete with the details of dose and time.

Miss Clarke returned a few minutes later and returned the bottle to the fridge and stood watching Mr Smith complete the documentation. He noticed her looking at his almost full glass of wine.

“Oh would you like a drink Lizzie? Or do you want to go back to bed?”

Lizzie noticed him blushing as he realised the possible innuendo, and with a smile she said quietly “yes please Robert, some red wine would be nice, I’m not really tired yet.”

Her use of ‘Robert’ again made him feel strange. He poured her a glass and she took it, sipped it, placed it on the bedside table, and sat herself on Robert’s bed, leaning against the headboard with her knees drawn up under her chin.

Robert sat down facing her in an upright chair at the table. Conversation at first was stilted, but as the wine flowed they were soon telling each other something of their personal lives and how they came to be teaching at the high school.

Lizzie relaxed and was soon sipping her third glass of wine. She looked at Robert and noticed how authoritative he was. He was so knowledgable on so many subjects, but had such a way that he was not in the least arrogant. He was an attractive man. She wondered what he was like in his twenties. She would have ‘fancied’ him.

Robert’s mind on the other hand was racing. Here was a young woman, fantastically sexy, scantily dressed, laying on his bed at one o’ clock in the morning. He could see her pert breasts pressing against the thin cotton fabric of the t-shirt. Her nipples protruded succulently, almost wantonly. Her shapely thighs and that delicious ass lurked beneath her spotted loose fitting pyjama bottoms. And it seemed she was totally at ease or maybe that was just the wine.

Robert looked at his watch. Did Lizzie realise it was so late? Was she bothered about what Mrs Dent, her room mate, would think? Apparently not. But just as those thoughts crossed his mind Lizzie sighed deeply.

“I suppose I must get back.” She sounded disappointed.

“Yes I guess so” Robert replied, “people might start talking!”

“So what! It might spice their lives up a bit,” Lizzie winked at him as she stood up unsteadily, and stretched her arms above her head.

Robert stared at her midriff as her t-shirt rode up and saw her flat tummy adorned by a silver bar in her belly button.

Robert stood beşiktaş escort up, but just as he did so he realised that his cock was going to ’embarrass’ him. He quickly covered his errant member by crossing his hands in front of his crotch. Lizzie smiled broadly as she looked at Robert who was blushing, beetroot red.

“Mr Smith you naughty boy!” And with one step she grabbed both his wrists and pulled his arms out to the side, revealing an erection poking outwards underneath his pyjamas. “Very naughty!”

“I’m terribly sorry…” Mr Smith started to protest, but he couldnt get any further.

His jaw literally dropped open, as in one movement Lizzie sank to her knees, and as she did so she pulled his pyjama bottoms down to his ankles, exposing his cock stiff and sticking straight out towards her face.

“My word Mr Smith,” she said hungrily, and took the head of his cock deep into her mouth.

Robert groaned and growled “oh god Lizzie”, but all that happened was that Lizzie pushed her head forward and his cock eased itself into her throat.

Her face pressed against his tummy, and as she pulled back she gagged slightly. She drew back until just the head was between her lips and she flicked the tip of her tongue backwards and forwards in the groove underneath.

A loud “FUCK!” came from Mr Smith.

Lizzie stood up, looked Mr Smith in the eyes and whispered loudly “just be quiet or do you want to wake the whole corridor?”

And as quick as a flash she turned him around and pushed him back on the bed. Flat on his back he looked up at Lizzie as she stripped off her t-shirt and stepped out of her pyjama bottoms.

“Now perhaps you’ll shut up!”

He just gawped as she leapt onto the bed and straddled him, pushing her wet pussy down onto his face. Robert inhaled the perfume of her and pushed his mouth against her soaking womanhood. His tongue slid between her labia drinking her juices and sliding up over her clit.

He started to suck the little bud. At the same time he felt Lizzie take him back into her mouth. They both fed on each other with a ravenous hunger.

The quiet sound of the tv covered the sounds of oral sex which slowly became more animated. Time stood still.

Then suddenly Lizzie pulled herself up, turned around, and guided Roberts cock towards her pussy. She looked down at him lowering herself onto his cock and saying,

“Mr Smith you have been very naughty, now just be quiet and take your punishment!”

It didnt feel like a punishment to him! Robert felt her pussy close around his cock until she was sitting on his pelvis and her juices were dribbling onto his balls. Leaning forward, and bracing herself with her outstretched arms on his chest, Lizzie started to rise and fall on his cock.

Robert looked up at Lizzie watching her body moving slowly. Her face showed a look of concentration, her titties were swinging, her blue eyes staring down at him. He was finding it difficult to keep control, and he was frightened he would cum straight away. He closed his eyes to help him resist.

He could hear Lizzie breathing quickly, and felt her movements gather pace. He opened his eyes just in time to see her expression change. Her mouth was open, and her tongue slowly circled her lips, her eyelids flickered, and then closed, and her head was starting to tilt backwards. She was getting close to the edge.

Suddenly her whole body started to shudder, and she pressed down onto Robert, and he heard her moan softly. Her pussy convulsed, squeezing his cock, and that signalled the end of his self control. He felt his cock erupt and gush deep into Lizzies cunt, jerking once, twice, three times, each time pumping more spunk inside her.

Desperately suppressing his desire to cry out, he just managed a low grunting sound, as his muscles relaxed and he felt Lizzies weight slump downwards.

“Well Mr Smith I think Ofsted would give you an ‘outstanding’ for that performance!”

Robert was just about to gasp a reply when in a flash Lizzie had leapt off the bed, quickly put on her pyjamas and let herself out of the door and into the corridor and disappeared back to her room.

He lay there mesmerized and still feeling the rush of their lovemaking. His pubic hair was soaked with Lizzies juices and his now flaccid cock dribbled the last of its semen onto his abdomen. As he drifted off to sleep he thought “breakfast would be an interesting meal!”

Continued from The Resort Ch. 06A

06.18 John, Mary, Two Virgin Hermaphrodites:

06.19 Mary, John, Shower:

06.20 Mary, John, Oil Massage:

06.21 Mary, John, First Mating:

06.22 John, Mary, Mirror, Deepthroat:

06.23 John, Mary, Second Mating:

06.18 John, Mary, Two Virgin Hermaphrodites:

Sara led the two Hermaphrodites to the Executive Suite, opened the door and handed the key card to Mary. She smiled when she saw that their arousals hadn’t dissipated and hugged them both. She then left, knowing that neither would get much sleep this night.

A hush of anticipation settled over the audience when the giant IMAX screen was raised at the front of the stage. All saw the larger than life scene of Mary and John entering the Executive Suite.

Once inside, they looked at each other, both saw the answer to their deepest needs and desires standing in front of them. Mary, the aggressive partner, broke free of the ‘time’ freeze and smiled John.

John finally got his tongue and said,

“Oh Mary, you are .. you are .. I mean .. I mean ..”

Mary had moved in close to John and drew him into her arms. Their lips touched and John felt her tongue slipping between his parted lips. He sighed as their tongues found each other and they kissed deeply and passionately.

Sara and Ruth were watching from the theater’s observing room. Mary and John were indeed ‘made for each other’.

They broke the kiss gasping and panting. As their eyes roamed up and down each other’s aroused bodies, both saw,

firm breasts,

erect, perky nipples,

curvaceous thighs,

perfect labia and a magnificent erection.

They wrapped their arms around each other and again kissed as their passions for each other soared. Their breasts and nipples pressed and caressed each other and their throbbing erections ground against each other. Their mutual moans filled the air.

Mary broke the kiss and took John by the hand and whispered,

“Come with me.”

06.19 Mary, John, Shower:

She led him into the bedroom, turned off the lights except for the ones over the bed and those she dimmed to a soft glow. She then adjusted the sound system so it played soft romantic mood music.

They stood together and looked in the mirrored wall at their naked bodies. The sight of their erections standing tall and hard between their thighs excited both of them.

Mary smiled whispered,

“I will take care of that for you.

Come with me, lets have quick shower.”

When the flowing waters were warm and soothing they stepped into the shower. Their magic hands spread the silky soft soap over each other’s aroused body. After the waters had swept away the liquid soap, Mary snuggled up closely behind John’s wet body.

She brought her arms under his arms and reached around and gently lifted the underside of his breasts. She started a slow kneading and massaging action and John closed his eyes, savoring the sensations. She planted small butterfly kisses along John’s neck and shoulders and he leaned back and sighed as he savored the exquisite touches of Mary’s soft hands.

The massaging hands slipped up onto John’s nipples and tantalizingly played with the stiff buds. Her fingers slipped deliciously around the rubbery nipples, pushing and pressing and then back to kneading the firm mounds. She smiled when she felt John’s nipples twitching as her finger tips teased and tantalized them. John felt Mary’s bullet nipples press into his back and her pulsing hardness press against the right cheek of his buttocks.

Both of Mary’s hands started a massaging action down John’s body toward the apex of his thighs. John’s member jumped and throbbed and his labia swelled in anticipation as her hands approached his inner thighs. Her hands stopped at but not touching his labia. Her wrists grazed against his erection on its downward trek.

Mary then started back up toward John’s breasts. She found the fully erect nipples eagerly waiting for the return of her caressing finger tips. She again massaged her way down John’s body. This time her hands went further down and formed over his swollen labia with a delicious kneading action. John gasped out loud and pushed his sex forward into the massaging hands, his dancing erection jumped and jerked between Mary’s wrists. Mary deliberately didn’t touch it and let it pulse in the air.

Mary’s exploring fingers slipped downward and ecstatically traced the inner lips to John’s vaginal opening. John’s hips bucked at the ecstatic contact and a loud gasp escaped his open mouth as he ground the entrance to his ‘womanhood’ around the loving fingers. Mary smiled at John’s reaction and slipped three fingers inward, twisting and turning.

Mary quickly removed her fingers and John wailed in disappointment.

Mary repeated the massaging process over and over, again and again. Each time her hands came closer and closer to touching John’s raging erection. Her kisses flowed from neck to both shoulders as her fingers slipped bahçelievler escort and tantalized John’s engorged nipples. She felt John’s breathing become rapid and gasping. Mary smiled as John’s head pushed back onto her shoulder and felt him push his breasts into her hands. A whispering plea was heard,

“Oh Mary .. please ..”

Mary moved John out of the waters toward the back of the shower and whispered,

“John, honey, lean over and grasp the rail on the wall.”

John quickly did so and Mary knelt down in front of him, her face was aligned perfectly with John’s enflamed sex and his breasts swayed just above her forehead. She saw his engorged nipples and leaned upward and continued her massaging and suckling of his aching mounds and nipples. John squirmed and panted as Mary drove his arousal higher and higher. Mary now concentrated on John’s enflamed sex. She brought both hands to his swollen folds and John quickly spread his legs and thrust his hips forward in pure excitement. As the fingers of her left hand began exploring the slick, pink furrow, her right hand reached out and gently wrapped themselves around his straining erection.

Mary’s exploring fingers now traced teasingly around John’s clasping inner lips and slowly nudged three fingers inward with a delicious twisting and turning motion. At the same time her mouth moved to the thick throbbing gland of his erection. Her open mouth opened as it descended onto it and her tongue and lips suckled and swirled around the sensitive crown. She curled her tongue and slipped it into the oozing opening and sucked up John’s precum as though it were a straw.

Ruth smiled at Sara and said,

“This won’t take very long.

The first one is always quick”

John’s excitement soared and his body bucked with joy as his hips thrust his straining hardness deeper into Mary’s mouth and throat. His hands reached down and grasped Mary’s head as his thick load of semen rushed up his enflamed, jerking erection. The liquid joy caused his aching head to mushroom with joy and then the spewing thick stream of semen gushed past the puckering slit into Mary’s welcoming mouth.

The force and quantity of John’s ejaculation was too much for Mary to swallow and it overflowed past her lips and drooled down John’s erupting member. His vaginal muscles clamped and clenched around Mary’s lunging fingers and his bullet-like nipples felt as though they were going to explode.

While her mouth deep suctioned on his exploding erection, she felt John’s thick vaginal fluids gush past her twisting fingers as his dual orgasms exploded throughout his body. John’s eyes and mind became detached from his body as the intense orgasmic sensations saturated his body. Mary felt John’s erection begin a second series of wild jerks and knew he was about to ejaculate again. Her fingers closed in on his hyper-excited ‘G’ spot and John’s orgasmic wail echoed around the bathroom.

John slumped down on knees in front of Mary with his head resting on her shoulder. His still spurting hardness slipped from her mouth and Mary held his quaking body close to her to her body. In a few seconds, John’s aftershocks subsided he smiled at Mary.

“I never dreamed it would be like that.”

They stepped back into the flowing waters reapplied the silky soap to each other’s bodies. Her hands made sure that the remnants of his orgasms were washed and he moaned as his arousal came flooding back.

They stepped out of the shower and dried each other off with soft towels.

An aroused Mary whispered,

“I want to feel what it’s like to slip my erection into your vagina!”

The words caused delicious tremors to ripple in his vagina and his erection twitched in front of his abdomen.

06.20 Mary, John, First Mating:

Mary took John’s hand and led him out of the bathroom and to the bed. She had him sit down and lay back with his feet resting on the floor. She smiled at him and knelt down in front of his bent legs. Her hands reached out grasped the straining hardness that throbbed above his abdomen. John gasped as her warm hands once again wrapped around it with gentle massages and squeezes. Mary stood up and leaned over John’s body, resting on her elbows on either side of John’s body. Her massive erection rested lengthways between the folds of his swelling labia and started a slow, ecstatic sawing motion. John gasp loudly as Mary’s erection pushed through his folds and forward onto the excited surface of his erection.

Mary slipped back down over John’s body onto her knees and whispered,

“John, honey, lift your feet up onto the edge of the bed.”

John quickly did so. Mary now had full unrestricted access to his enflamed sex. She brought her face within inches of his swollen labia and he felt her hands pushing his bent legs further apart. As his thighs parted so did the folds of his labia and Mary looked intently as his aroused sex. Mary leaned inward and John felt a warm, moist breath as her lips and tongue bakırköy escort made contact with his swollen labia. He cried out, his body convulsing as Mary’s mouth closed over the flared folds at the apex to his thighs. Her face disappeared from John’s view as she planted wet suckling kisses on the swollen furrow, her long tongue stoking inside the quivering pink opening.

John’s groans drove her lapping tongue faster and faster within the moist, pink crease of his flared folds. She felt his hands grasp her head, pulling her loving mouth into the trembling lips of his labia. Mary’s long tongue darted into the soft furrow of flesh, then quickly withdrew it to tease again around the clasping pink edges. She thrust her tongue again deep down into it, bringing a low guttural groan from John, whose thighs were opening and closing on either side of her moving head. John could feel his swollen folds being spread apart by Mary’s probing tongue and his excited inner lips opened and closed in a hungry sucking motion, attempting to pull the delicious appendage deeper and deeper into it.

Mary rose up and grabbed John’s flailing legs behind the knees and positioned them back against his shoulders, pushing his swollen sex higher above the bed. At the same time, she slithered her body up and over John’s highly aroused body. Her rigid erection pressed into wet, pink crease, pushing the flared folds further apart. John’s mind was awash with waves of joy and his enflamed sex pleaded for penetration. He felt Mary’s engorged gland slipping up and down the slick furrow and he shifted his hungry vaginal lips in a desperate search for the head of Mary’s engorged ‘manhood’.

Mary was as desperate as John was. Her body and mind were demanding that she penetrate her lover’s vagina and she began a series of frustrating pokes and probes.

In desperation, Mary pleaded,

“John .. help me ..”

John reached his hands down between their bodies and grasped the full-length of Mary’s huge, throbbing shaft. He could feel the deep throbbing and the clear fluid that drooled from the engorged head. He guided it so it slid up and down his flared labia, not letting it lose contact with his excited flesh until it was nestled between the clasping flanges of his inner lips. Both moaned as Mary’s engorged gland nudged further into John’s eager entrance. Both felt the elastic opening being stretched and both gasped as the pulsing thickness ‘popped’ into John’s virgin vaginal passage.

As Mary’s excited erection slipped into John’s vagina, she moaned with joy as new and ecstatic sensations exploded throughout her sex. John wasn’t prepared for sensations that flooded his sex as Mary’s ‘manhood’ slipped further into his ‘womanhood’. She nudged further inward and her erection throbbed and ached as John’s vaginal muscles eagerly kissed and caressed the more than welcome virgin erection. Mary continued to slowly slip inward and was rewarded with a deeper groan from John’s open mouth. John instinctively clenched his vaginal muscles around Mary’s pulsing erection and she squealed in joy.

With one determined thrust, Mary plunged all the way into John’s sexual being. With one determined thrust, Mary and John lost their Hermaphrodite virginities.

John’s legs jerked out wide on either side of Mary’s body, kicking into the air. He could feel every fleshy ridge of Mary’s massive organ inside her, the hard rubbery tip pressing hard into his cervix. John’s vaginal muscles expanded and started to clench around Mary’s throbbing erection. Mary felt the clenching pressures exerted against her buried erection and she flexed gently, expanding her hardness deep inside of John, but still not moving her body. She waited a moment, flexed again, watching John’s face light up with joy. Again she moved forward, again and again, setting a slow teasing rhythm to her lunges. Mary smiled as mewling chanting sounds of pleasure rolled from John’s lips.

A maddening electric tingle that began deep within John’s cervix began to build and seeped relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of his flesh. It rippled throughout his spasming vaginal passage, past his swollen flared folds, into his engorged hardness, up across his rippling abdomen to the tips of his bullet like nipples. He rotated his hips from side to side around Mary’s magnificent penetrator as his mind was filled with sensations that he had never felt before. Nothing mattered to him except the orgasmic waves that were cascading across his loins. The juices of John’s milking vagina were beginning to flow and both could hear the wet sucking sounds of her plunging shaft.

Mary withdrew her straining erection until the crown just rested within John’s clasping inner lips, then she thrust forward, impaling herself deeply within a swirling vortex of joy. She began long hard strokes into John’s slick passage. Her body was moving on instinct, full in, full out, part way in, part way out, fast then slow. John responded with his own counter thrusts and mutual fındıkzade escort moans and gasps filled the bedroom as their bodies became locked in the throes of their rising passions. John suddenly thrust his hips upward to skewer himself impossibly deep on Mary’s magnificent boring erection.

Mary could feel her raging erection jump and throb. The sensitive gland was now flexing with a sense of urgency as John’s vaginal muscles clenched and spasmed around her enflamed member. Mary, for the first time, felt a new and intense sensation fill her ‘manhood’ and its hyper-sensitive gland. She gasped and moaned as her erection throbbed, jumped and jerked. The base of her erection felt like a volcano that was about to erupt. The orgasmic sensations mixed with her spasming vagina and Mary’s whole body went on hold as her hot thick load of semen entered the base of her now straining hardness. Then ecstatic pressure surged its way up her erection and seemed to stall and play with the most sensitive of male glands, the crown of her penis. It thickened and pulsed as her liquid joy played with the tingling head and then it exploded out the wide open slit of her urethra. She gasped deeply for air as her vagina orgasmed in sync with her ejaculating ‘manhood’ and plunged all the way into John’s sexual being as her convulsing unleashed her dual orgasms. John felt the first of Mary’s monumental eruptions flood into his spasming sheath and his back arched and froze as his dual orgasms exploded across his body.

Mary’s jerking erection continued to spurt massive, heaving torrents of semen and John could feel the delicious liquid shooting into him like burning lava, ricocheting around inside his frenzied ‘womanhood’. His legs kicked out in a wide ‘V’, kicking franticly in the air as his contracting vaginal muscles forced Mary’s foaming essence out past the stretched lips of his flared labia, soaking and drenching his thighs and drooling onto the sheet below.

Mary’s body was spasming from head to toe. The twitching and intense tingling explosions that were gripping her sensitive gland caused her mind to blank out everything except the orgasmic sensations that was gripping her enraged sex. Another massive ejaculation exploded up her thick throbbing shaft. Her hands fisted and her toes curled as her ejaculating erection and orgasming vagina convulsed throughout her body.

John’s eye’s opened wide as a different ecstatic sensation gripped his loins. His raging erection jumped jerked and spasmed as his liquid joy pulsed up his enflamed organ and exploded past the puckering slit drenching his entire upper body with massive pools of warm, thick semen.

Both squealed with joy as their orgasms saturated their minds and bodies.

Mary collapsed across John’s body. Both of their unconscious bodies continued to jerk with ecstatic aftershocks. In a few seconds they recovered and held on to each other as their vaginas and erections continue to clench and spurt.

“Oh Mary, I have never felt anything like that before.”

Mary cooed into John’s ear,

“Jesus John, no wonder men ejaculate so quickly.”

Mary pulled out of John’s reluctant vagina with a loud slurping sound and John moaned as the wonderful fullness left his body. Gushes of semen and vaginal juices followed it.

She laid her slick, deflating member on John’s abdomen. Her right hand palmed both penises and swirled them around in the warm pools of semen.

Both moaned from the exquisite sensations.

John looked up in Mary’s face and whispered,

“Let’s take another shower, have some refreshments, and then it will be my turn to find out what an erection feels like when it slips into a vagina.”

Mary shivered with excitement and helped John off the bed. They made their to the bathroom and relaxed under the soothing, warm waters.

After they showered they wondered into the suite’s kitchen and found an assortment of sandwiches and drinks. Each picked out what they wanted and sat on the sectional watching the HDTV. Soon their attention turned to each other and in a few minutes their bodies were locked in an aroused embrace. John broke the kiss and said,

“I think it is time we headed to the bedroom.”

06.21 John, Mary, Mirror, Deepthroat:

This time it was John that led Mary back to bedroom. He stopped in front of the mirrored wall by the bed. Both reached down and grasped each other’s straining erections and moans were heard as they kissed.

They broke the kiss gasping and panting and John snuggled closely behind Mary, his erection pushed tantalizingly against the cheeks of her buttocks and lower back. Mary’s excitement escalated when she saw aroused nakedness in the mirror. John put his hands on Mary’s shoulders and started a slow soothing, massaging action. He started to plant small butterfly kisses along Mary’s neck and shoulders and Mary closed her eyes and leaned back, sighing softly as John’s kisses and gentle hands adorned her body.

His hands slowly worked their way in front of Mary’s body toward her breasts and his hands cupped and lifted both breasts in a gentle massaging and kneading action. Soon, his fingers slipped onto her nipples with an exquisite caressing and fondling action. Mary’s stiffening nipples quickly became erect and she excitedly pushed them into John’s loving hands.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe that you took these. I know her. What are these pictures?” said Carla my girl friend. I was in another part of the house.

“Gary you have some explaining to do,” Carla said in a voice loud enough to reach me.

I rushed up stairs to see what was going on. Carla my fiancé was seated at my computer looking over a set of pictures that I thought was behind a password,

“How did you get in that folder?” I asked.

“Well you gave me the password to your password keeper so I could trouble shoot your hard drive. You have been holding out on me mister. You have some very suggestive pictures of people I know,” said Carla.

“Look it is a side job; I put an ad in the back page of the weekly saying that would do sensuous photo shoots and several women called, even women that we know. That’s the way I financed that fancy rock on your finger.”

“Why didn’t you offer to do any of me?” asked Carla as she was admiring the object on her left hand ring finger.

Carla would you allow me to take some sexually suggestive photos of you; didn’t seem like the best way to start an engagement.” I said.

“Why? You bang me like a teenager most nights; you didn’t think I would like to have kinky photos taken?” said Carla.

Like most arguments she got the best of me and I sat down to wait until she finished. Carla continued flipping through the portfolio of the photos. She got to one and stopped.

“Oh my God that is Vickie; she looks so good, and positively suck able,” said Carla.

“I will tell her you said that when I see her tomorrow,” I said.

“Why will you see her tomorrow?”

“She want’s to do another session to update her Special Holiday party invite. She said something about it is an annual party that she has with some intimate friends and each tries out do the other. From what I gather each of her friends has a party on the same night and it is some kind of progressive party with a different theme at each location. So she is coming in for another session with me tomorrow,” I said.

“I think you mean when we see her tomorrow,” said Carla.

“Carla my clients expect that I will be discrete, I can’t have guests when I shoot.”

That quieted Carla for a few minutes and after she looked over a few more photos she closed the file and the app and started poking around other parts of the system. She figured out why the second hard drive would not mount; changed a few settings and after rebooting the machine the drive mounted. It was nice having a computer support person in-house.

Carla spun around in the chair and faced me. Her hand slipped under her shirt and pulled her top off. Carla was beautiful; even covered by her bra you could see her breasts were full. The vision started my cock to stir out of its slumber.

“Well what are you waiting for an engraved invitation?” said Carla

Her hand slipped behind her back and suddenly the back straps of the bra let go and her breasts revealed themselves. Carla finished pulling the under garment off and sat şişli escort back in the chair; twirling the bra with one hand. I reached up and grasp her wrist and brought her over to where I was sitting. She quickly took my wrist and placed my hand on her breast.

I started to massage her full globe while we kissed. Carla stood and let her sweat pants fall to the floor; reveling her close cropped black as a coal mine pussy. As I was also dressed in sweats her hand invaded my crotch and she soon had my cock in her hands. I stood and finished getting the pants off she pulled my top off. Carla still had her hand around my shaft and was gently applying pressure to my hardening manhood.

“And what are we doing tomorrow?” asked Carla as she continued to squeeze my cock.

“Your coming to the studio,”

“I am glad that we have that straight,” said Carla

Sucking her pussy was her favorite so I went to my knees after she let go of my cock and brought her pussy to my face. My tongue found her clit and I gently sucked on it bringing it to a full erection. I moved down and my tongue invaded her love hole.

“I love your cock,” said Carla relaxing after some spirited lovemaking. We moved to the bedroom away from the computer and were in the king size bed. I rolled over and kissed Carla. My hand found her pussy again and we both fell a sleep.

There was a gentle poke in my ribs, and I felt Carla climb on top of me. I could not see any light coming in the windows, so I knew that it was early.

“You can get up and make my coffee or your can make love to me,” said Carla.

Her hand found my engorged member and guided it into her love hole. My lips found hers and we engaged in a long kiss. Carla rose up on her arms allowing me to see her beautiful breasts dangling scant inches from my face. She started to jog up and down on my pole. I was about to inundate her pussy when she got off and replaced her pussy with her mouth. After she cleaned my cock she found my mouth and we continued the broken kiss. She slipped off to sleep and I maneuvered out of bed.

Down at the other end of the hall was a small kitchenette that I had built to serve us both as we worked from home. I dropped a pod of Carla’s favorite coffee in the machine and hit the heavy brew button and watched as it filled her cup. My peripheral vision caught the image of a ghost. But a non-ghostly hand snatched the cup when the machine finished brewing.

Carla was standing in a translucent gown drinking what would become several cups of coffee. She even joked about main lining the stuff. After putting the cup down she gave my cock a slight tweak, “Just to see if you were still interested.” She said.

I walked back to our bedroom and into the attached bathroom and continued my morning duties. When I returned there was a large goblet of orange Juice on the table.

“I have always liked this picture,” said Carla pointing at a black and white photo of a tree with interesting bark.

“Shot that in college when I fatih escort was camping with some friends.”

“Any female friends I should know about?”

“Yes there were women with us and no I was fairly celibate when I was in college,” I said.

“Well you have made up for it lately,” said Carla.

“I’ve had help, darling.”

We both went down to the main kitchen and made breakfast. Carla then went up and dressed. I followed and dressed and grabbed some props that I thought might work well with the shoot. I was still nervous about having Carla in the studio during the shoot. But if I wanted some peace she was going to come.

We agreed that Carla would wait until the end of the shoot to come out. She stationed herself in the studio office watching on the security camera. Vicky arrived dragging an enormous suitcase filled with her costumes.

She showed me a translucent wrap and I thought it would work well with my concept for the shoot. She moved to the dressing area; when she returned I was blown away. The wrap left nothing to the imagination. I should have remembered how beautiful Vicky is. I marveled at how her breasts seemed to defy gravity. I shot a series of test exposures. Then found her a stool and arranged her with her back to me. I had her pull the fabric tight over her butt and shot several poses emphasizing the crack in her butt cheeks. I then shot a series of poses from the side giving just a hint of her tits. My cock was straining to get touched; I needed to relieve the building pressure.

Vicky left to change and returned dressed in a full-length faux Leopard coat. After adjusting it to show one of her breasts I shot several more photos. She put on white arm length gloves and allowed the coat to open showing her breasts. She crossed her arms under her tits in an Excuse me post. She then dug up an eighteen-inch French cigarette holder with out the cigarette and held it in a provocative pose with the coat open at her waist showing her pussy.

Again it was all I could do to stay professional. Vicky was standing at the big monitor reviewing the shots when I walked up and whispered, “Would you be willing to do some girl on girl poses?”

“Do you have someone available?” asked Vicky.

“Yes I do, she is in the back.”

“Great but I have a condition, I want to be blindfolded so I will not know who it is.”

I had several lengths of black out cloths sitting around the studio and got one and tied it around her eyes. Carla was monitoring the action on a closed circuit camera and walked into the studio. I motioned for her to take her clothes off and stand by me.

“Vicky, you can’t see her but Madam-X is here; are you ready?”

Vicky nodded her head. I came up beside her and moved her to the laboratory stool. I arranged her coat to show her pussy and one breast. Carla moved to her and let one hand massage her pussy while sucking on her breast. I shot several pictures again some how keeping it together.

Vicky embraced Carla and the pair posed avcılar escort in an extended kiss. I needed to change the battery and memory card in the camera so I went off in search of the items. Vicky and Carla seemed to have made plans while I was away. We continued to shoot with Carla becoming more at ease and trying more poses. There was on with Carla sucking on Vicky’s breast while holding her pussy open. Realizing that I had these images of my fiancé making love to a woman almost made me cream.

The women were telling me that they needed a break and Carla got up from sucking Vickie’s pussy and pulled the blindfold off.

“Don’t freak out Gary it was planned when you went to the bathroom,” said Carla.

She walked up to me and took the camera out of my hand and Vicky dragged me on to the set. A very quick hand undid my belt as the strobes fired multiple times. My briefs were at my ankles revealing my hard cock.

“See Vicky I told you that he was hard. She said that you would not get a hard on,”

“I did not,” said Vicky as she stroked my erect manhood.

Suddenly I felt Vicky’s warm wet tongue on my shaft as the strobes continued to fire. With just a few licks I shot across the room. Vicky took my cock in her mouth milking the rest of my cum.

“I knew who it was when you suggested doing the girl on girl. Carla told me how she found last years photos and demanded that she appear at this year’s session,” said Vicky.

Carla directed me to the couch on the set and began to shoot more photos of my naked body. “You see all those photo lessons were not wasted,” said Carla as she shot even more photos. Carla put the camera down and lay beside me. We kissed and the strobes went off again. This time Vicky was operating the camera.

With two beautiful women in the room my cock soon began to get hard again. Carla got up “Vicky I will get him tonight I think that you should have some fun.”

Vicky replaced Carla and I maneuvered my cock to Vicky’s pussy. “Do you know how long I wanted to have you fuck me, Gary?”

The strobes continued to fire as we fucked each other. Sensing my climax coming on Vicky moved down and took my cock in her mouth. “Come on big boy I know that you can do it,” said Vicky.

Just as she finished and got her mouth on my cock I unloaded what felt like a gallon of cum. The strobes quit firing and I heard what sounded like aerosol paint cans being shaken. Carla was behind the bar mixing Martinis. She brought two glasses for us and went back to get hers.

“Just remember I want a copy of all the photos shot today. I might use one of me getting fucked by this wonderful man” said Vicky.

There was a knock on the studio door, “The pizza that I ordered is here,” said Carla.

The young woman could not get out of the place fast enough after seeing three mid thirties people stark naked and not trying to cover up. Carla made her wait while she got her purse to give her a large tip. When she left we all had a laugh “We probably traumatized her, I said. I hoped that the police would not visit us.

Vicky finished a couple of slices of pizza and a second martini and got up to get dressed. Carla and Vicky kissed a long sensuous kiss. That was followed by a long hug with me. “Same time next year guys, put it in your book,” said Vicky.

Chapter 09 — Home Cookin’

The office buzzed for the remainder of the week in the wake of our visit from the Deville sisters and there now former boytoy. The thought of that made me smile. I felt we had played it perfectly and the only thing lost was a small piece of Mindy’s pride, which repaired easily on a woman her age.

The mood was light and there was comfort in the air. As the week ended, I was excited to be going home and not having to go to someone else’s house. I cared for these women, but I liked our home. I could not wait to go home as Friday’s workday came to a close.

I stayed at the office a little late on Friday but finally shut my pc off and headed for the door. As I drove home I thought of how things had gone this week and how I had played my role. I tried to stay out the way of all of the ladies after the meeting, knowing each of them was probably involved in someway or another in the aftermath.

As I pulled into the driveway, I was content and happy. I stepped out of the car and into the house with expectations of seeing my two loves. This was a thought that had more appeal to me that I can possibly describe. I shut the door behind me and made my way up the stairs. As I entered the dining room, only one of them was waiting for me.

The sunset going on outside made the natural light in the house limited and it did not appear that any lights were on when I reached the top of the stairs. I was very surprised when I saw that the table was set with two place settings and a single lit candle was between them. I was even more surprised when Penny appeared from the kitchen with two plates, one each hand. She laid them on the table at the two settings and then looked at me with a smile.

“I made you dinner,” she informed me.

I took in the sight of her beauty as she was wearing only a loose fitting, thin strapped black summer dress. Her feet were bare and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. It was simple and understated, yet somehow breathtaking.

“Thank you,” I responded politely.

As I looked down at the plates on the table, I noticed steak and potatoes filled them. It was interesting to say the least that she had surprised me like this. I smiled at her and put my briefcase down before moving behind her. I put my hands on her shoulders and softly kissed her cheek before I pulled out her chair for her and gestured for her to sit.

“To what do I owe this lovely surprise,” I asked as I moved back around the table to take my seat across from her.

“You owe it to a lot of things,” she remarked. “I have a lot of things I want to say to you.”

“Oh, are they good things,” I asked curiously.

“Some of them are,” she admitted. “Some you might not like and some you will have to digest.”

I looked at the solemn honesty on her face and wondered where she was going with this conversation. I was not uneasy or nervous but I was very interested in every word that she had to say. I loved this woman, that much was inescapable at this moment.

“Alright, please tell me what’s on your mind,” I urged.

I cut a small piece of steak and put it in my mouth as I looked through the shimmering light of the single candle onto the face of a woman with remarkable beauty. I was often surprised at how she continually took my breath away.

“Well, escort şişli let me start by saying I love you,” Penny began. “I do. It’s become a part of who I am and all that I do. I am not saying it for any other reason than to let you know how you impact my world with every breath you take.”

I took in her words and watched her sip her wine. At first I thought she looked nervous, and then I looked at her again. As she set her glass back down on the table, I reevaluated my position. She was not nervous; the confident look on her face squashed that theory. I decided that it could only be that she was so overcome with emotion about the things she was going to say that it made her tremble.

“I am thankful every moment of everyday for that being the case,” I acknowledged. “I have given and will continue to give my best effort to take great care of the gift of your heart.”

“I know,” she confirmed softly. “That’s why we are here. I missed you while you were gone. I have thought long and hard about the time you were gone and what exactly went on here. Some things have become clear to me.”

I was very anxious to hear exactly what she was talking about.

“Please, enlighten me,” I implored.

“First, we all missed you, GREATLY,” she outlined. “None of us really knew how to deal with it. After a short while, we all tried to find distractions to keep from missing you so much.”

“I’m sorry,” I interrupted her. “I really can’t tell-“

“Just let me finished,” she said as she held her hand up to stop me.

I looked at her through the small flame of the candle yet again. I nodded slowly.

“I am not trying to make you feel bad or rehash things we have already gone through,” she indicated. “Just hear me out.”

I nodded again as she sipped her wine once more.

“We started to spend less time with each other because each of us reminded the rest of us of you,” she revealed. “It was hard losing you and harder losing each other. It almost tore us apart.”

I couldn’t help but hang my head as she spoke. When I looked up at her again she was smiling. I loved her smile.

“While you were gone, I took some time away,” Penny informed me. “I went home for about three weeks. My dad got into some financial troubles by mismanaging his money and not understanding how to deal with his insurance company related to his illness.”

I looked at her intently. I did not know that she went home and I wondered why she waited until now to tell me. This was uncharted territory.

“I helped my parents regroup and recover,” she explained. “Then I came back. Things were a mess here. There was tension and anger at the office. There was confusion and hurt that no one was dealing with. I felt scared and lost inside for the first time since Emma started helping me learn how to grow up.”

As I watched her speak, a small trace of the fear she spoke about was evident on her face.

“It was about this point when Brooke and I started to get close,” she continued. “I was sitting alone in my office on a rainy afternoon. We were the only two left in the building and she just walked in, without knocking and took a seat. She looked at me and I remember not saying a word. Then, she just started talking. She started by telling me that she missed escort nişantaşı you and she was tired of not saying it out loud. She did all the talking, going on and on about you, the office, her sister and a host of other topics. I just sat there calmly and listened. When she got up to leave, she looked back at me when she got to the doorway of my office. All I could say to her was ‘Thank You.'”

I listened to the recount much of the same way as Penny described how she listened to Brooke that night. I was mesmerized by this story and I wondered where it was going.

“So, I came home that night and cried myself to sleep,” Penny furthered. “I went to work the next day and Brooke took me to lunch. We just started spending a lot of time together. We went to ballgames, where we thought of you. We went out clubbing, which reminded us of you. We did so much together and I loved hearing her talk. She had so much life, so much energy and so much passion. She became my rock, the one thing that would get me through the ache I was feeling.”

I finished the food on my plate and wiped my mouth. I dropped my napkin on top of the plate and waited for Penny to go on.

“I was in a lot of pain and Brooke was making it easier to deal with,” she explained. “I had not opened up to her, though. Until one night, we were at her place. We were watching a movie and I started to cry. I cried uncontrollably and I laid my head in her lap. She brushed my hair back and wiped my tears until I was all cried out. Then she asked me how I felt. The only answer I gave her was, ‘I’m tired of not being his sunshine anymore.’ Then I went on and on about my love for you. I told her how empty I felt without and how much I wanted you to come back to us all, but mostly to me.”

I felt a lump form in my throat as she recounted this portion of her story. I could not believe how hard she had taken my being gone. I was truly undeserving of this type of affection. The softness behind her eyes told me everything I needed to know about my Penny.

“The next day Brooke left town,” Penny picked up after another sip of wine. “I assume that is when she went to get you. She did it for me. No one else would have done it and she would not have done it for anyone else. She did it for me. That’s why she’s here. If I am not here with you, then she is the only other person I want you to be with in this house. Forget the game for a second. No one else loves you like I do, that I know. I also know that no one understands you for who you are better than Brooke. I love that you can be yourself 100% of the time around both of us now. This is the first time in my life I have felt happy and complete at home and it’s because of both of you. This household is special for three reasons. I expect to find it the same way when I get back.”

Her last statement caught me by great surprise. I replayed in my mind several times before reacting.

“Get back,” I repeated. “Where are you going?”

“I have to go home again,” Penny revealed. “My dad needs me to help sort some things out again and I want to be there for him. I am going to be gone for a couple of weeks, but I am absolutely coming home to you.”

The look on her face when she said that was possibly the most determined look I had ever seen on escort mecidiyeköy the face of any woman. It was as if it were not just a conversation between us, but her declaration to the world that this was her home and this is where she belonged. I was equally moved by her look and her words.

“When are you leaving,” I asked softly.

“Tomorrow morning,” she disclosed.

“I’ll miss you every moment that you are gone,” I told her.

“Then I will come home as soon as humanly possible,” she responded.

I stood from my chair and walked around the table. I leaned down and placed my hand on her cheek and lightly brushed her bangs behind her ear. I kissed her softly on the lips and felt her melt beneath me like a wilting flower. Penny reached up and locked her arms behind my neck as she continued kissing me sweetly. I scooped her up into my arms and carried her as we kissed.

I made it up the stairs, never taking my lips off of hers. I entered Penny’s room and laid her on her bed. I crawled onto the bed and hovered over her, staring into her eyes. Tonight was not about the game or anything else except my sunshine. I kissed her on the neck and ran my hands along her hips as I kissed between her gorgeous breasts. Penny pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside.

I ran my hands along her along her thighs and under her dress before lifting it over her head and throwing it to the floor. Penny was not wearing a bra and her lovely boobs were bare before me. Her black lace panties teased me as I stared at them and then back into her eyes. I lingered above her as she undid my belt and the button on my pants.

Penny helped me wriggle out of my pants and boxers as we kissed again. She had me worked up beyond words and my cement cock sprang free when she lowered my boxers past my knees. I kicked them off and to the floor along with my pants. My dick throbbed as Penny slipped her index fingers inside the waistband of her panties and moved them slowly down her legs.

Penny grabbed my firm shaft and guided it to her very moist opening quickly. I pushed inside of her and entered her easily. My rod pulsated inside her box as I forced my full length into her. I groaned as I kissed her neck again. Penny scratched my back with her perfectly manicured nails as I penetrated her again. I buried my entire tool within her hole as she gasped with delight.

I pressed into her again and again, firmly and deliberately. Penny moved her body in rhythm with mine to receive the maximum pressure from my prick. She felt amazing and I was in heaven. Again I injected my cock into her wanting gash as my batch built quickly. I withdrew and pressed into her once more, forcing Penny to groan. I pulled back and pushed inside of her harder as she wrapped her legs around my midsection.

As I pulled out Penny used her legs to draw me back in causing our flesh to crash together. I arched my back and attempted to remove my dick from her soaking wet pussy but Penny refused to allow me to exit her hole. I used all my leg muscles to pull out again but Penny dug the heels of her feet into the small of my back and I crashed into her opening again.

I came suddenly, flooding her insides with my batter. Penny shuttered and twitched lightly underneath me, biting her lip to silence her pleasure as I dumped my spunk into her box. I launched man milk into her vagina until I was completely spent. I crashed to the bed next to her and pulled her to me. We laid there in the silence and darkness, both breathing heavily in rhythm.

I couldn’t remember a more perfect moment in all my life.

Chapter 1

The Punk

It was late – it had been a long day and she was beginning to wish she hadn’t agreed to the evening out. But it had been months since the four of them had met up and it had been great to spend time together again – they had all been such good friends at school – which now seemed such a long time ago.

There was still no sign of the train -‘Stations are such depressing places, especially late at night.’ she thought.

Friday would have been better, she would have had a sleep-in to look forward to, but trying to find an evening when everyone was free had been difficult and the others of course had heavy dates for Fridays. Just like her flat-mate, away on business until next week, they all seemed to have such busy lives. She felt quite envious, listening to them talk of their careers, ambitions, men. Where had she gone wrong, she wondered.

Footsteps echoed hollowly as another late homegoer walked along the platform. She glanced up – and quickly looked away again. Rough! A ‘punk’! Not one of the very extreme ones, at least his hair wasn’t cox-combed, still the orange and green stripes in it, the raggedy clothes and the paraphernalia he was wearing were enough to label him immediately. She could hear the faint clinking sound of bits of metal as he walked slowly past. She kept her eyes lowered, the carefully ripped jeans, studded – almost obscenely and the grotesque boots were all she could see – and that was more than she wanted to, there, alone, at that time of night.

An irrational fear – but there were so many reports in the papers of women being attacked for no reason. The lucky ones merely robbed – she unconsciously tightened her grip on her bag – many, far worse!

Her mind flicked back over all she had read. Was it better to fight, or did that simply increase the risk of greater injury? Go for the eyes? The balls – that was the most vulnerable point! Scream a lot! Would she – could she?

The steady, echoing steps stopped. She risked a quick, sideways glance – and wished she hadn’t. He was standing, twenty or thirty paces away – looking back at her!

‘God – why didn’t I go to Joan’s place, as she suggested when she found out I was going back to an empty flat?’ she thought despairingly. Joan – always practical, always sensible.

‘Why doesn’t the train come? Why aren’t there more people around? Why don’t I just get up and walk out of the station?’

‘Because it’s late, the streets are as bad, if not worse. I haven’t got enough cash on me for a cab fare all the way home. Because I’m just being silly!’

She took another furtive glance.’Damn!’ He was still staring straight at her.

She felt suddenly cold and started to shiver involuntarily.

‘Don’t panic! Just don’t panic.’

She looked back along the platform – there was absolutely nobody else in sight.’Perhaps there are people – sitting down in one of the alcoves.’ she thought.’Of course there would be – everyone else would be too tired at this time to stand around waiting. Everyone but him of course.’

‘Should I walk back down there?’

‘What if he follows me – and there isn’t anyone there after all?’

She tried to remember coming along the platform earlier. Had she seen anyone? Had she heard any other footsteps since?

A blank! She had been too busy thinking about the evening, thinking over all the things the others had to talk about. Feeling left out, nothing significant to contribute.

He hadn’t moved, he was just standing there. Was he still staring at her? She daren’t look up to check, in case he was.

‘Is he working himself up to do it? Or planning just how he’s going to go about it?’

‘If I take off my shoes I can run faster. But remember to keep one, as a weapon!’

She remembered having read that somewhere. Could she really do it – fight? Or would she simply faint from shock?

‘What if I just go up to him and give him my bag?’

‘What if it isn’t money he’s after? It’s the junkies that need cash – punks do it just for kicks, the thrill.’

He hadn’t looked like a junkie, a strong walk, too well built, he looked fit – tough!

‘What chance would I really have?’

The shivering became almost uncontrollable.

Then, a sound!

‘Thank God – the train!’

‘Even if there’s nobody else on the platform, there must be people on the train.’

Her legs felt as though they had turned to jelly and it was as much as she could do to stay calm. She risked another glance up – he was still staring at her!

The whoosh of air, the deafening sound of the train leaving the tunnel, gave her strength and the feeling of sheer relief was incredible. As it slowed she scanned the carriages for people, they seem mainly empty but here and there she could make out the blurred outlines of heads and shoulders. ‘So long as there is someone in the carriage that stops nearest it will be all right!’

Thankfully there was, she couldn’t make out the details through the grimy windows – but she could see two figures. The train stopped, the doors opened, she esenler escort was in – and collapsed into the nearest seat and, seeing the punk getting into the far end of the same carriage, she was happy to know that there were at least the two people just behind her.

Even as the train started to slowly move she felt her heart still pounding, her hands still trembling in her lap. She fought to regain control of herself, taking slow, deep breaths, trying to relax the tension that had gripped her.

By the time the train pulled into the next, equally deserted station she was a little calmer and even though the punk, at the far end of the carriage now seemed to be dozing, the sound of the people behind her, whispering together was almost comforting. The train finally ground to a halt paused for a while and with the adrenaline flow lessening she felt herself relaxing and as the train started to leave the station she slumped a little lower in the seat and let her eyes close.

Chapter 2

The Attack

It seemed only a second or two later that she suddenly became aware of a rough voice.

‘All alone then are yer love?’ It’s followed by a suppressed giggle from behind her.

She opened her eyes with a start as the voice continued –

‘Didn’t get any tonight, didn’t yer? Walk out on yer did ‘e? That’s a shame – girls need it too, don’t they!’

She’s confused, still not fully aware – but the face of the youth now sitting opposite her comes into focus. Young, acne strewn over greasy skin, hair slicked back, watery, muddy coloured eyes. He took a puff of the cigarette that he held between nicotine stained fingers. Unblinking, he continued.

‘Saw yer get on – nice legs. I bet the rest of yer is good too. Big tits I’d say. Like big tits I do. But then I bet yer know what a bloke likes – like it too, don’t yer!’

The leer on his face widened as his free hand reached out and gripped her leg, tight, just above the knee. She froze, suddenly fully alert as a rush of renewed fear hit her.

‘Like I said, nice legs. I bet you’d like to show us more of ’em, wouldn’t yer?’

‘Stop it!’ She heard the words come out as just a hoarse croak which simply caused louder giggles from behind and a grimmer look and tighter grip of her leg by the young tough.

Then, taking another puff from the cigarette before dropping it to the floor, he leered again and reaching forward with his other hand, forced it up under her skirt as he continued.

‘Me old man always told me – ‘Don’t forget Mick, when a piece says ‘No’, that’s ‘er way of saying ‘Please’, don’t forget that!’ – I reckon me old man knew a lot about the way birds think – and what they really want.’

She clamped her legs together as hard as she could and tried to take a feeble swing at him – only to feel herself grabbed from behind by the shoulders and yanked hard back against the seat. He chuckled – his thumbs digging painfully into the sides of her knees and though she grunted with the effort to stop him, his strength slowly forced her legs apart.

‘I like a piece with a bit of fight – makes the fuck better, I reckon.’

The word and the cruel tone in his voice focused the fear and speared it up her spine like an ice-cold blade – the response from the one behind was an even tighter grip of her shoulders and another nervous snigger.

He looked over her head – ‘Don’t worry Billy, I’ll make sure there’s a bit of fight left in ‘er for you. Just a little bit!’ He added meaningfully as his eyes returned to hers. Now they contained no hint of amusement or fun – their coldness and the set of his face showed exactly what his plans were for her and the pressure that was slowly spreading her legs apart made all too clear the way he was prepared to achieve them.

She felt the angry strength draining from her body as growing panic took its place. His coarse hands shifted their grip, forcing her legs wider apart and she saw his eyes widen and the tip of his tongue appear at the corner of his mouth as he concentrated. Calling on her last reserves she clenched her eyes tightly and tried to do the same with her legs.

He grunted at the unexpected action and for a moment she thought she has a chance – then the sheer strength of his arms defeated her and she heard herself sob as her body gave in. She felt her legs forced wider apart, herself fully exposed to his leering, hungry eyes.

‘Yer should see this Billy – I can see ‘er ‘airs poking out of the sides of ‘er panties. Looks nice it does. We’ll ‘ave them off in a jiff, get a proper look at ‘er cunt then – before we give ‘er what she wants. But you’ll want a look at her titties if I know you Billy, enjoy that meself too. Hold ‘er steady, I’ll just have a bit of a feel of ’em, then we’ll ‘ave a look, see what she’s actually got for us.’

Just then she felt the train slowing, another station -‘There must be someone getting on, please God let there be someone getting on!’

Her wide-staring eyes desperately searched the platform for atakent escort signs of a boarding passenger and from somewhere she found the strength to struggle once more – but his grip was too strong and as the train slowed and finally stopped he growls.

‘Don’t be silly now – I don’t want to have to really ‘urt yer.’

But the threat is meaningless, there was no sign of anyone anywhere on the station, the doors opened, then all too soon, closed again and even before the train lurched forward he shifted himself forward and shoved his knees between her legs, keeping them spread wide apart while freeing his hands, which moved up to start to clumsily squeeze her breasts.

‘Now, let’s ‘ave a feel of what you’ve got.’

‘No, no – stop, please stop!’ she screamed, almost involuntarily as the fear again surges up inside.

The protest produced more giggles from the one behind her but though the mauling stopped for a moment the angry threat in his voice is somehow even more intimidating than his physical assault.

‘Shut-up – unless yer wants a belting as well. ‘Old her Billy, while I get these fuckin buttons undone, we can both ‘ave a good look then.’

His fingers fumbled with the front of her blouse and the one he calls Billy leaned forward, peering down over her shoulder. The stink of him made her stomach heave and her skin crawled from the feel of the other’s rough fingers as, in frustration he finally ripped open her blouse and his coarse hands started to roughly squeeze her breasts.

‘Nice tits.’ he growled, tugging her bra down and fully exposing them. Then, looking up and giving her and evil grin, he added. ‘I bet yer like having them played with like this. Makes yer horny don’t it. And I bet you want to see what I’ve got for yer?’

With that, while one hand continued to squeeze, he dropped the other to his fly, unzipped it and pushed himself awkwardly up off the seat as he fumbled to get his cock out. In spite of her growing fear, the bruising pain of his rough handling and the dread of what she was going to see, she found she couldn’t tear her eyes away from his crotch.

Then, out of the corner of her eye she caught a movement and turning her head saw the punk approaching from the far end of the carriage, her cry had obviously alerted him to something going on.’He’ll join in with them of course!’she realised. Her mind tries to blank out the images that immediately flash before her eyes – of their filthy cocks, all three using her in succession, using her as just a receptacle for their cum.’What other horrors would they think of?’ ‘What will they do with me when they’ve finished?’

She prayed that her mind would just shut-down, black out whatever is about to happen to her.

The two toughs had been so intent on getting her blouse open and then trying to get her breasts out of her bra so they could get at them properly that they hadn’t noticed the punk approaching. That was until he grabbed the back of the jacket of the one who called himself Mick – and jerked him violently to his feet.

‘Leave the girl alone – unless you fancy a good kicking!’

The punk’s voice was deep, authoritative and his expression of cold determination suggested he would enjoy the excuse to carry out the threat.

As Mick was seized there was a squeal of fright from the one behind her and his painful grip of her shoulders relaxed.

For a few seconds nothing seemed to happen, the pimply youth looked as though he was prepared to fight for what he wanted. Sensing that, the punk swung him around, changed his grip to grab the front of his shirt and suddenly brought his forehead down sharply on the bridge of the prominent nose.

Having originally branded the punk as a potential attacker, when she saw him coming through the carriage towards her she’d convinced herself that the assault and rape was going to be carried out by all three of them – so momentarily she found it hard to understand what was actually going on.

The instant cry of pain was followed by a sudden gush of blood, the mere sight of which had almost as much effect as the blow itself. He yelled again, grabbed at his bleeding nose and took off down the carriage, quickly followed by the other one too. They stopped by the far doors, the blooded one whimpering as he tried to both zip up his trousers and hold a grubby handkerchief to his face while the other cast frightened glances back over his shoulder at the punk.

She took the opportunity to pull her skirt down and adjust her bra, covering herself as much as her torn blouse would allow, hearing herself sobbing with a mixture of delayed shock and still uncertain relief. She looked up at the punk and saw that the hands, clenched at his sides, were trembling. He turned and looked down at her briefly, a grim, determined expression on his face, nervous tension showing in his eyes.

As she felt the train begin to slow again he turned back to the two still cowering near the door and, taking a step or two towards them, shouted menacingly beykent escort –

‘Off, off you creeps – unless you want more of the same – and a kicking to go with it.’

They didn’t stop to argue, as the doors opened they almost fell over each other in their haste to get off. The punk moved to the door and looked out after them, making sure they didn’t get back on again and called out after the sound of their running footsteps –

‘And if I catch sight of either of you two again I’ll give you a proper kicking, one you’ll never forget!’

After the doors closed and the train jerked forwards again he made his way back and sat down opposite her. She saw that he was shaking all over and breathing hard but he managed a nervous smile.

‘Th – Thank you!’ she stammered. ‘I ca – can’t thank you enough for that.’

‘It’s O.K.’ he replied with a widening grin.

‘I can’t bear to think what would have happened if you hadn’t been here.’ she said, then helplessly burst into tears. As she fumbled in her bag for a tissue he moved across to sit beside her and tentatively put his arm around her shoulder.

‘It’s all right now. They’ve gone. You’re O.K., no real harm done.’

She tried to control her crying and, between intermittent sobs, managed to say – ‘It’s so silly! First I thought you were going to attack me – back there, while we were waiting for the train. Then I thought you were going to join in with them – the other two. But instead you come to my rescue like that.’

‘Why would you have thought all that?’ he asked with a look of amazement.

She blew her nose and felt the choking sensation inside her gradually subsiding. ‘Well – I thought – I mean, you’re – you’re a punk! Everyone knows – you know, punks are into violence and all that!’

There was a long pause then an even bigger smile spread across his face and lit up his deep blue eyes, then he couldn’t help himself and he started to laugh. ‘You too! Of course! I fooled them, I was bound to have fooled you too!’

It was her turn to look amazed, until he explained – ‘I’m not a punk, I’ve been to a party. One of those ‘punks or pro’s’ parties.’

‘But, but the way you handled that one – hitting him with your head like that.’

‘The king-hit. I don’t know what made me think of that – I saw it done in a movie once, the scene suddenly came back to me. Let me tell you, I was even more surprised than he was!’

He began to laugh again and, as the impact of what he had said sank in and in reaction to a growing sense of relief, she joined in with him, feeling the secure strength of his arm around her shoulders pulling her closer.

Chapter 3

Robert and Kerry

As the tension gradually subsided they exchange names – Robert and Kerry – and talk. She told him why she was out alone, how she had been meeting up with her old school friends for the evening. He told her that the party had been a celebration marking the end of their exams, that he was in his last year at university, soon to be an electrical engineer. As their conversation widened she found that he lived in a street not too far away from hers – and, although at first she protested, just a little – he insisted on getting off the train with her and seeing her safely home. ‘Home? The empty flat.’ she thought to herself as she remembered her flat-mate’s business trip.

As they continued to talk she became conscious that the direction of his eyes was dropping every now and then and remembered that her attempts to cover herself hadn’t been very successful and realised that, understandably, he was being attracted by the sight of her half-exposed breasts. Suddenly he realised that she had caught him looking.

‘I’m sorry.’ he said and she saw a faint flush starting to spread across his face as she tugged at the edges of her ripped blouse and smiled.

‘It’s all right, can’t be helped can it.’

‘It’s just that – well, you’re a very attractive girl and – I mean, I didn’t mean to stare – but, well, you know…’

She nodded and gave him a grin. ‘Yes, I know. Don’t be embarrassed. I don’t mind really. After all, you’d see a lot more of me if we were at the beach together, wouldn’t you?’

He relaxed a little, smiled again and his arm briefly tightened around her shoulder. ‘True.’ He paused, then continued uncertainly. ‘I’d like that one week-end, some time together at the beach I mean. Would you?’

‘Yes, why not.’

There was a rising note of excitement in his voice as he said. ‘What about this week-end, are you free at all?’

‘Am I free at all?’ she thought with a sad, inner laugh. ‘I always seem to be free!’ But simply answered ‘I could make it Saturday, after lunch?’

‘Yes, great. And maybe we could go dancing later. But you’ve probably got a date.’ he added with a questioning look.

‘Not this Saturday – I had planned to do some things around the flat – but – well, O.K.’

She felt herself being pulled closer as his arm tightened again – and liked the feeling – but just then, they saw that the train was finally approaching their station and she began to make a more determined effort to cover herself. He suddenly remembered what he was wearing and from among the various bits of metal attached to his clothes found a safety pin and, with his trembling fingers brushing against her skin, managed to pin the edges of her blouse more firmly together with it.

It was dark and beginning to rain as Josh and Peri pulled up outside a small winery. To Peri’s surprise a man ran out to their car, and Josh wound his window down to speak to him. The Rain was heavy so Peri only heard a few words before the man hurried back inside and the car started moving again.

Josh continued around the winding track past the winery and its out buildings. He pointed to some pale lights in the distance, “There is an amazing villa over there.” Turning her head to look at it she was jolted as the surfaced road ran out, and the gravel crunched beneath the tyres. Eventually, they pulled up outside a small well lit cottage. Getting out of the car, they ran through the increasing rain to the large veranda surrounding the cottage.

Josh opened the door then swept her off her feet carrying her into the cottage, kissing her deeply before placing her on her feet. Peri looked around, the cottage was like one enormous room, the bed was directly before her, and she guessed the one internal door on the other side of it led to a bathroom. As she turned taking in the place she saw a well equipped kitchen and small dining table, a small sofa before a fire and large screen TV and beyond that a spa bath set into the wall surrounded with glass looking out over breathtaking views of the surrounding hills and wineries.

“Wow,” she breathed, “This is amazing!” She walked over and peered into the large bathroom noting the dual shower heads in the wet space. Josh had snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, nibbling at her neck. “We should get our bags out of the car before we, um, do anything else. Don’t you think?” Peri asked him.

“No,” he said throatily, “I plan to keep you naked all weekend and at my beck and call.” His hands tugged at her clothes as he continued, “Speaking of which you have far too many clothes on for my liking right now.” Peri tensed and looked around at all the large windows and glass door leading out to what she expected was a balcony. “We are isolated here and I want you naked,” he said it with a smile but she felt the tone making it a command. He released her taking a step back and smirking, “All weekend.”

Peri blushed slowly lowering the zip at the side of her dress. “Wait!” Josh moved over to the couch and pressed a few buttons on a remote, music started playing softly. “Now strip for me,” he fell back onto the sofa motioning her forward. The heavy beat of the Pussycat Dolls singing Buttons played from the small speakers. She liked the song and loosened up a little bit enjoying teasing him. He had a way of making her inhibitions disappear with his hungry eyed stare and she danced around him slowly revealing her body. Her breasts once freed from the constricting bra bounced and moved with her, his eyes following the sway of her soft curves as she sang softly with the song imagining herself as one of the sexy Pussycat Dolls singing it. It as a song meant to tease men and she did her best to tease Josh.

Peri enjoyed the way he looked at her with hungry eyes. With him, she rarely felt the terrifying self consciousness that would have frozen her movement’s mere weeks ago. He had shown her since that first night how much appeal her curvy form held for him in many ways and so she danced for him revelling in her new found sexuality. She watched him as he sat, he was controlling, exacting and demanding, she knew those qualities had not appealed at first, but as she had fallen for him she saw how they had created the man he was, successful, charismatic and unwilling to compromise in what he wanted. Peri blushed and smiled at him as her dress shimmied to the ground, he wanted her, she still couldn’t believe it, but she knew it to be true.

“You are such a hot slut,” Josh said and grabbed her hand as she danced past him, pulling her to his lap. Peri blushed hotly and looked up into Josh’s eyes as he smirked at her not denying his words. He leaned down and kissed her, long deep and passionately while his hands travelled over her body. His hands touched her neck, slowly travelling down to her breasts, encircling them, sending waves of tingling excitement through her. Her nipples became hard and erect at his touch as if answering his unspoken question of how much she wanted his touch.

His hands drifted down to her thighs, and she widened them willingly, letting out a squeal as suddenly he slapped her pussy hard and smirked as she attempted to close her thighs. His fingers delved into making her breathe deeply and let out soft whimpers of pleasure. Manipulating her clit with his thumb as his fingers forced her wider inserting one, then two and eventually three as he brought her higher and higher, watching the trembling muscles of her thighs shake as she came close to the edge.

He stopped just as suddenly as he had begun leaving her gasping and rocking her hips in need. Josh caught her hands as they travelled down her body, trying to find some release from the tortuous wanting she felt. He spoke huskily as though holding zeytinburnu escort back his own lust and need when he finally murmured, “We are going to try something different this weekend.” His eyes bored into hers, and she nodded, speechlessly, waiting for him to say more. Josh transferred both her wrists to one hand and pulled a long slim box from his pocket, “This is for you,” he held the box before her eyes for a few moments before releasing both her hands and helping her to sit up upon his lap better.

Peri gasped as Josh opened the box revealing a short golden chain. Each of its links had at it centre a brightly coloured gem stone. “If you accept this,” he paused briefly making sure she realised she had a choice, “For as long as you wear this and each time you wear it, here after, you will do exactly as I say.” His eyes still bore into hers as if trying to read every thought in her head.

Peri knew she loved the man looking at her so intently, she had never felt this way about anyone, and nobody had ever made her feel so wanted and desired. She trusted him and knew he would not ask anything of her that she could not give. She nodded her understanding and acceptance of his gift as her eyes flickered from his to the beautiful necklace. She noticed a small tremble in his hands as he took the necklace from the box and her mind wondered at that briefly before he spoke to her again.

“This weekend will be very different,” his eyes had softened at her acceptance of the necklace, “All you need to do is trust me, and do as I ask,” he hands pulled the chain about her neck, it fit she noticed, snugly as if it had been made for her alone. Once again she nodded not trusting her voice, watching the look in his eyes and melting at the way they devoured her with desire. “I need to hear you say it,” he whispered as the clasp finally fell into place against her neck.

Leaning in he nibbled the flesh of her neck above the chain as she whispered, “It’s so beautiful, thank you. While I wear it, I will be yours and yours alone,” she smiled crookedly at him acknowledging to herself he didn’t need the necklace, she was already his in every way that mattered. She was sitting in his lap naked while he still wore his suit and she almost giggled that she had already done exactly as he asked before the introduction of the necklace. “I will do as you ask,” she added softly.

Josh smiled as he saw the corners of her mouth tilt up, realising she held no trepidation of what she had just committed to. He leaned back in the chair and spoke quietly but with authority, “Take off my tie, my pretty one,” he smirked at her as her hands automatically reached for his tie drawing the ends apart and holding it limp from her fingers. Taking from her fingers he picked up her hand and began winding around one wrist, picking up the other hand he bound her wrists together, her eyes curiously watching his every move. She accepted his tying her wrists meekly, and when he finished he leaned in to kiss her, picking her up and placing her on her feet.

Josh led Peri to the centre of the cabin between the sofa and the dinning table where there was a vacant space and reach above him to what she had assumed was a low hanging lighting fixture. From within the hanging crystals, he drew a hook and lifted her tie bound hands to it. Peri found if she relaxed her arms the hook pulled further down and she relaxed her arms until it stopped giving way. Her arms were still held above her head, but she did not feel stretched uncomfortably. Continuing to watch Josh, Peri saw him pull two crystals from the ornamental display and hang them from a second hook the weight making her arms rise higher. Josh continued to add crystals until Peri had no choice but to stretch up and eventually stand on her toes to take the weight on her wrists.

Peri said nothing as she watched Josh take a larger crystal off the hook counter balancing her weight and reattached it to the display before walking away from her. Turning slowly, Peri followed his movement as he took off his jacket and moved into the kitchen. Staying silent as he pulled a bottle of champagne from the fridge and opening it with a loud pop he turned back toward her. Not bothering with a glass Josh took a sip tilting the bottle up to his mouth. Walking slowly back toward her he smiled widely his eyes taking in her curves as she hung at his will. He revelled in the power it gave him and once again was amazed at this girl that had so captivated him. She was exactly the type of girl he fantasised about, soft and curvy, willing and giving, faithful and trusting, smart and curious, he adored her and knew she was his soul mate, this weekend he would make sure she knew he was hers.

“Would you like some champagne, my love?” He asked still smiling widely.

“Yes, please,” Peri whispered.

Josh tilted the bottle up to his lips again taking a large mouthful and leaned in to kiss her dribbling the bubbly liquid arnavutköy escort between her lips. Peri swallowed the still cool liquid tasting Josh along with the liquid. He repeated the manoeuvre twice more letting her drink from his lips and kissing her deeply after each mouthful she took.

Josh bent low and dribbled a tingly stream from the bottle over her breast lapping it from her nipples, the bubbles tingling against her skin as his tongue teased her all the more. Peri panted at the eroticism of the act, and he repeated the slow process on her other breast. Josh loved her breasts, the nipples rose so high making them seem perky despite their size and weight. Taking another mouthful directly from the bottle he stood up erect and once again dribbled it into her mouth and kissed her deeply, his free hand dropping to her cunt delving deeply to tease her to the point of panting and rocking her hips into him.

Peri ached to wrap her arms around him, and cling to him as she usually did when in the height of need and wanting but all she could do was rock her body closer hoping to feel the form of him against her. Once again he stopped just as she climbed close to the edge, but he wouldn’t let her fall over it, Peri whimpered as he moved away once again. She ached for him, desperate for his touch her body bowed as she begged, “Please. Please, don’t stop.”

Her words gave him more power, and he smirked taking another gulp from the bottle, and slowly moved toward her again feeding her more champagne with his kisses. Peri was calmer now, and he moved away once more toward the spa bath in the glass alcove. Taking the rope like cord belts from the two robes he turned back and approached her. The champagne bottle discarded he kissed her deeply murmuring, “Trust me.” She nodded her eyes alight with lust and adoration as she watched him.

With nimble fingers he tied a cord about her waist, and lifting the second cord tied a small tight knot at its middle, he then pressed into her cunt, to rest against her clit. He pulled the cord between her legs until it nestled between her ass cheeks and secured each end to the belt. Josh pulled it up making it rub at her and press hard against her clit before pulling his hands away. Pulling a chair out from the table he sat back taking off his shoes and watched her as she hung. He could see her thighs rubbing together and the pleasure at the sensation of the rope exciting her all the more.

“How are you enjoying being mine and mine alone, so far,” he smirked at her noticing her hips begin to move trying to rub at the cord between her lips and cheeks, knowing he was keeping her on edge.

Peri answered breathily, “It feels…” she let out a whimper as she came close to the edge again, “It feels wonderful.”

Josh continued to watch her until he saw the tell tale shaking of her thighs again before standing from his chair and moving swiftly to her, pulling an end of the cord at her waist to undo the knot and pull the cords from her leaving her starving for more. He stroked her body slowly and kissed her with passion, “Not yet my love,” he murmured into the kiss, “Now it is my turn.” He lifted her trembling body and unhooked her hands. The crystals rattled, tinkling above them. Gently untying the tie he had wrapped around her wrists, to hold her to his will, he embraced her until her body stopped its constant trembling. When mild tremors alone ran through her, he stepped back and smiled, “Now I have far too many clothes on, don’t you think?”

Peri almost dived onto Josh with the invitation to undress him. She began with his shirt running her hands over his chest feeling the muscles through the soft fabric. Slowly she unbuttoned the shirt, letting her lips following her hands. She kissed each small section of revealed flesh until she kissed just above his belt buckle. She kissed each wrist as she unbuttoned the cuffs, she was humming the song she had stripped to, “loosen up my buttons baby,” her mind sang. “Saying what you gonna do to me, but you do nothing,” her mind sang on as her hands ran up the flesh of his torso lifting the shirt from his shoulders and pushing it down his arms.

Peri kissed own his neck and over his chest moving slowly lower as her hands worked at his belt and zipper noticing how hard his cock was as she did, a small smile creeping over her face. Tucking her fingers into the waistband of his underwear Peri slid it down his legs with his pants as she knelt before him. Leaning forward Peri kissed the tip of his engorged cock and was rewarded with a groan from him making her smile wider as she looked up at him. Josh planted his feet widely and ran his fingers through her hair as he stepped out of his pants and kicked them aside. Once free of the restricting clothes Josh pulled her lips back to her cock and groaned softly. Once again she greeted his cock with a kiss slowly widening her lips and letting her tongue snake out to roll around the fleshy gaziosmanpaşa escort head and delve into the tiny hole embedded there to taste him.

Emboldened by his groans of pleasure Peri wrapped her hands around his thighs grasping an ass cheek in both hands and pulled him closer swallowing more of his cock until over full she began to gag swallowing hard against the reflex. Josh pushed forward as he felt her swallow around him his mind revelling in the pleasure he got from her willing mouth and throat. Holding her head tightly between his hands he began to saw in and out of her mouth slowly making her take more and more of him as she desperately gasped at breaths between swallowing the big hard cock down deeper feeling her own pleasure at his exclamations of pleasure, “Oh yeah take it all, swallow me you little slut. Fuck!”

Her hands kept a tight grip on his ass as he growled out his lust for her. Drooling saliva coated her chin and dripped onto her chest as she worked to take as much as he gave her. After what seemed an age he pulled her from his cock and lifting it up with one hand pressed her face to his ball sac. Dutifully Peri lapped and sucked at the pebbled skin eliciting more growls and dirty talk from Josh.

Not able to hold back the tide rising within him he stepped back and picked her up. Josh almost threw peri across the dining room table and lifted her ass in the air entering her roughly and pounding into her tight wet cunt. “Fuck!” He roared into the silence of the cabin as Peri squealed and bucked under the onslaught. His left hand wrapped around under her thigh to tease at her clit while his right hand began spanking her up turned ass which jiggled so enticingly. He felt her orgasm rip through her, her cunt clamping around his cock milking at it and triggering his own intense cum. Overcome with how his teasing of her had affected him as well, Josh collapsed over Peri.

Catching his breath Josh pulled his softening cock from Peri. He stepped back looking at her reddened right ass cheek with satisfaction and the cum that dripped from her to a small puddle between her feet, ‘There would come a time,’ he thought to himself, “Where she would know not to waste such a precious gift.’ His eyes crinkled and his mouth turned up in a half smile as he imagined her on her hands and knees lapping at the puddle. She had already shown herself so eager for his cum, he had no doubt that if he commanded her to, she would fulfil that desire for him, but he did not want to push her too far to fast.

For now though he picked her up and placed her in the large spa bath turning on the water at a tepid run, climbing in with her. They relaxed in silence as the water filled the bath, he sat behind her pulling her close between his legs, the bath so generous as the let them both stretch their legs before them. As the bath filled, Joshed watched Peri’s breasts float and bob with the movement of the water his hand stroking and playing with them gently as they relaxed together.

Peri almost purred in pleasure. With each passionate episode, Peri’s insecurities paled further and further into insignificance when it came to their relationship. While their love making had always rough and intense, tonight she had truly felt his need to possess her, and it filled her with wild joy as she lay in his arms surrounded by the warm water of the spa bath lapping around her. She felt incredible after such an intense orgasm, and she tilted her head up and around to purr and nuzzle at his neck showing how utterly happy she felt.

They hadn’t bothered turning on the spa jets as they lay comfortably letting the scented water wash them as they moved against each other kissing and stroking affectionately. Josh tweaked her nipple hard making her squeak and turn her head up toward him, “Are you hungry?” Josh asked.

“Oh gosh, I forgot you were late for lunch and then you went back to work,” she started to get out of the bath, “Let me see what I can find in the kitchen,” Peri hurried on not giving him a chance to say anything else.

Standing beside the tub she went to pull on one of the robes, but Josh cleared his throat and shook his head, “Naked all weekend, remember.”

Peri’s hand went to the necklace nestled around her throat, acknowledging that she had agreed to do as he asked while she wore it. Dropping the robe she dried off quickly with a towel and walked naked to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator Peri was amazed at how well stocked it was and went to the cupboard before crossing back to Josh sitting on the side of the tub he still reclined in. “The kitchen is so well stocked you could have just about anything you like, a large snack or a three course meal, do you feel like anything in particular?” She asked him.

“A decent snack, you decide,” Josh replied his hand trailing over her thigh, “and more of you for desert,” he grinned at her wickedly.

“Would you like something to drink while you wait?” Peri offered her mind contemplating what she could make that would constitute a decent snack.

“I’ll get up and open another bottle soon,” the grin was still on his face as he watched her blush and squirm after his comments about desert. Taking hold of the snug necklace with a finger he bent her down to kiss him enjoying the position this put her in, he smacked her ass and sent her back to the kitchen.

They were rudely interrupted when they were together last time. She laying before him naked and waiting for him about to undress when they heard someone else in the house…

She quickly grabbed her robe, he zipping up his pants. She kisses him quickly on her way by and he watches sadly as she closes her robe over her beautiful curves. He enters the bathroom she goes to the other room and quickly composes herself.

She goes to see who has come in. It is her out of town guest returning early from her morning jog. Her friend is out of breath and sitting and stretching on the stairs. They chat as he comes out of the bathroom both hoping that their flushed faces and the scent of desire is not very apparent.

They need not have worried her friend had not noticed but seemed suspicious anyway. She introduced him and they all chatted as he gathered up his coat and things to leave. She followed him through the kitchen and paused with him while he picked up his things.

He could see her breathing heavy and the top of her breasts as her robe opened slightly. She mouthed the words “call me” and smiled.

He looked past her and her friend was upstairs. He quickly pulled her to him by reaching his hand into her robe and pulling on her nipple. She sighed deeply as her eyes widened. They kissed but broke it off quickly as they heard her guest coming down the stairs.

He said, “I think I got it, my eye is tearing now.” As he pulled back and moved to the back door.

She catching on and playing along said I hope it will be okay and walked with him to the door once again smiling a sexy smile and saying, “Call me……”

She went back inside and was confronted by her guest asking, “ What was that?” She answered “What?” Her guest said, “What was he doing?” She said,” Oh he had something in his eye and I looked to help him get it out. Her guest satisfied, dropped it. She was still nervous and still very hot and horny.

In a few hours she had not heard from him so she made an excuse to go out alone briefly and called him.

He answered and was instantly excited, as was she. He told her had hoped he had not gone to far and hopefully everything was okay at home.

She assured him everything was fine and told how she was “blown -away” by their brief but exciting encounter.

He told her he too was deeply moved and excited.

They agreed that whatever happened it would remain their private special thing. They both talked nervously he asking her how she felt right at this moment, she telling him she was still excited and wet.

She told him she was open to anything he wanted to try with her, which caused him to loose his breath. They agreed to talk again soon and in the meantime think about how they could meet face to face.

The next day was cold and passed without any contact, then on the following day he called her and they agreed to meet briefly at his place as she still had company.

On the appointed day and time he ended up with last minute unexpected company, and had to call her and change the plan at the last minute. They were both disappointed.

They had little time and desperately wanted each other. He had an idea. He asked her to meet him at a large retail parking lot in fatihescort the area. From there they would take a ride together.

She excitedly agreed to be there in 15 minutes. She had though of little else but him in the last few days and he the same. Both, wondering about the other.

When he got there she was already there and waiting. She had a large sedan so he got in the passenger side and they looked at each other for a moment and again that electricity and excitement ran through both of them.

She leaned to him and they kissed long and deep. As they backed away they both let out deep breaths.

She said “Now what? Where to?”

He said, “Drive out the back exit and down the road a little ways.” She dropped the car in gear and pulled out. As she did he moved a little closer and looked at her she was beautiful dressing in black leather pants, boots, and a black lace top. He lifted his hand to stroke her hair and neck and as she drove he let his hand wander down to her ample breasts and nipples.

She moaned her approval and said with a smile“ Careful you don’t want me to crash do you?”

He said, “No.” as he unbuttoned her blouse and told her to turn onto another street.

He now leaned over and kissed and licked her neck and ear. She shuddered. They now came to a stoplight and she quickly turned and reached for him to draw him into a longer passionate kiss.

They sensed motion around them, the light changed and he told her to turn again. She did. He liked that she was so excited like him yet was totally giving in to his directions even now.

She now asked, “Where are we headed?”

He said “Just ahead on the right there’s a park with a big long parking lot and it should be empty this time of day except for a few stragglers or couples like us…”

She smiled at him as she turned-in, the lot was very long and almost empty, to her delight.

She hadn’t been this excited about being with someone in a car since high school and now here she was in the middle of the day, completely turned on with someone she desperately wanted and who wanted her.

He too was beside himself with excitement. His heart was racing. He couldn’t believe his luck she was beautiful and she was hot and they were about to be alone together in broad daylight in an almost empty parking lot.

She pulled into a spot almost at the end and put the car in park. She moved her seat back slightly, then took off her coat and turned to him. They embraced and kissed deeply again. Their tongues dancing against each others, his hands traveling all over her body setting it on fire with tingles.

He moved his hand to her now open blouse and under her black camisole and found her aching beautiful full breasts with her nipples already rock hard.

As he squeezed and pulled them she moaned into his mouth as they continued their long oral exploration.

He quickly moved his right hand down to the fastener and zipper of her black leather pants. He undid them both and she lifted and shifted her hips so he could push them aside, to his pleasure and surprise she had no panties on, and gave him full access to her waiting and soaked pussy. She was open for levent escort him, hot, wet and almost screamed as he entered her with his hand. He pumped his fingers in and out while he worked his thumb up to and around her hardened clit.

He asked “ Was she always this wet?”

She said, “Yes, but you seem to have really got me going”

She sought out and found his mouth again as he continued his ravaging of her sex. In no time at all she was stretching her legs and spreading as he fingered her with one hand and squeezed here nipples with the other as he continued to kiss her passionately.

She was really hot now she was on the edge and he knew it. He toyed with her, played with her keeping her just at the edge.

And then he had gone to far, she broke their kiss to say in a low breathless voice, “ I’m gonna cum, yesss……ohhhhhhhh”.

And with that she exploded in a phenomenal orgasm. It shook her to her core. She sought out and found his mouth again for his tongue. She pushed against his hand as if it was his cock for minutes. The she again broke their kiss and started to breath again and almost whimper.

He knew she had had enough for the moment and slowly withdrew his hand but stroked her thighs and occasionally her now totally soaked pussy and ass.

As she caught her breath, she reached over with a free hand and started to grab at his cock through his pants. He saw what she was doing and quickly helped her by unzipping them and pulling them down to give her better access. She instantly bent over and went down on him. She licked the head, sucked him all the way in and then back up.

His cock was in heaven. Her mouth was soft, hot, wet. She didn’t just suck his cock she worshiped it.

She licked his balls while she squeezed and stroked his cock telling him, “How thick it was and how much she liked it and it was a turn on for her to suck his cock, how much she loved the taste”.

He wasn’t even fully erect due to the nervousness of the moment, but still hard enough. She sucked and licked for a while longer as he again found her wet pussy, this time with his other hand. He took one of his wet fingers and slipped into her ass. This made her groan with pleasure with a mouthful of cock. She rose up and kissed him fully and deeply. They could taste the taste of sex on each other.

She asked “ Do you like the way I suck your cock? Do you want to come in my mouth?”

He asked, pushing another finger in her ass, “Do you like this?”

She replied, “I’d love to have you there, but we will need to wait until we have more space and time.”

Now it was his turn to groan softly. She smiled and kissed him again. She pulled back from him now, He wondered why?

He didn’t wait long for his answer. Without taking her eyes off him she reached down and pushed one leg of her pants and one boot all the way off.

She moved the armrest out of the way and said as she climbed over to straddle his erect cock, “ I want you inside me now. I want to feel you, I want to feel you cum deep in me.”

He tried to respond but couldn’t he simply nodded and once again kissed her deeply as she reached down between them and positioned his ortaköy escort thick hard cock between her pussy lips.

Once she had it where it needed to be, she sat down hard on it facing him and they both moaned as they kissed and looked into each other’s eyes.

She broke their kiss and asked, “ Do you like that, does it feel good?”

To which he could only reply, “Oh yeah.”

He started to buck his hips up to meet her as she slammed herself back down on to him repeatedly Her eyes widening each time. By now they were oblivious to all but each other. He had both hands on her ass, holding her to him using his grip to guide her up and down on his cock.

She held herself up with her hands on the seat back behind him.

He could feel her wetness running all over his cock and down his balls which were about to burst with a huge load of cum which would make a very wet situation much wetter.

She whispered to him, “Feel good baby?…cum for me, give it to me, I want it.”

As she spoke she pulled what was left of her top away and fed him her nipples, which he took eagerly. As he licked and sucked them she moaned again giving her approval as she slide down on his cock.

On the next stroke he could feel it about to explode and told her. “I’m gonna cum right now…” he uttered. And with that he exploded inside her time after time his cock jerking and exploding, depositing his full load deep in her soaked pussy.

She collapsed into his arms and they held each other breathing deeply and heavily.

After a few minutes she climbed back over to the driver’s seat and shook her head and said, “ Wow..”

He said the same. She kissed him again and reached down and pulled her pants back on. These were going to be a mess as she was full of his cum and covered in hers, but she didn’t care she felt incredible. She was tingling all over and felt warm and wanted for the first time in a long time.

He pulled up his pants at the same time and when they were re-dressed they kissed and laughed nervously at what had just happened.

They both knew this was just the very beginning of many, many intimate episodes between them. They shared a connection like either had known before, a caring, gentle but passionate electrical, pheromone scent match, sexual attraction that would not be ignored and never easily satisfied.

She adjusted the seat and checked the mirrors and then backed out and headed back to his car. He again stroked her and leaned in once to kiss her neck as she drove. He also caressed her breast one more time, so full, so very nice.

They got to his car and they kissed once deeply and then separated not wanting to draw attention. He told her he would call and they smiled at each other knowing even though they just left each other that they were both already yearning for the next time.

He called her later that same afternoon.

She was as thrilled to hear from him as thrilled, he thought, as he was to hear her voice.

She told him how great their “ride” was and she was still able to taste and smell him on her and it kept her turned on.

He thought his knees would buckle when he heard this, instead he felt his cock spring to life again. He told her about this new development and she laughed and smiled.

He was right, she told him her pants were a mess when she got home, they were covered in come. She didn’t mind it actually turned her on.

They agreed they needed more space and time for their next meeting and agreed to work on it to make it happen very, very soon.

“Wade we need more shots!” my friend Laurel slurred to our long time friend/ bartender.

“You don’t need anymore Laurel,” I rolled my eyes.

“Hush you, you need to get on my level so you forget about he who must not be named,” she said waving me off.

I shook my head and laughed trying to shake off the twinge of pain I felt thinking about Ethan. It had been only a week since I’d caught him balls deep in some drunk freshman at his frats annual start of the year party. We had been together for a year and a half and needless to say I was a little wounded after witnessing that horror show.

“She really doesn’t know how to tread delicately huh?” Wade sighed sliding me a rum and coke.

“It is not her forte no,” I smiled thankfully taking a sip.

“There she is!” A familiar and unwelcome voice yelled over the loud bass filled music flooding the bar.

“Leave me alone Hunter,” I sighed glaring at him. I wasn’t really mad at Hunter.. he hadn’t done anything wrong, but he shared the same gene pool with the jack ass that had just broken my heart. They had the same dark wavy hair I loved to run my fingers through, the same golden tanned skin, angular jaw, and dimpled smile. The only difference between the two boys was their eyes. Ethan’s were a golden honey color while Hunter’s were a striking hunter green.

“Come on Lux you can’t be mad at me,” he pouted. His friends Evan and Cody laughed shaking their heads at his antics.

“I’m not mad at you,” I frowned. I turned away from his gaze and took a long sip of my drink trying to compose myself.

“I know babe,” Hunter sighed pulling me into his arms. I was completely enveloped by his large muscular frame and I sighed contentedly at the comforting feeling it gave me.

I was a mere five feet so when his six foot three self hugged me my head just barely rested on his chest. It was comforting hearing his steady heart beat as he held me.

“Alright as much as we love eye candy Lux and I are having a no boys allowed night so move along Hunter,” Laurel said completely ruining the moment.

“Laurel do not pretend like you even meant a word of that,” I laughed calling her on her bull shit.

“Yeah no shit, you were the one that texted me you guys were here,” Hunter said keeping one arm firmly around my waist.

Laurel shot me a guilty look and I couldn’t help but laugh… she was the worst best friend.

“You totally suck at keeping shit on the DL,” she huffed.

“Oh quit pouting and go dance with Cody, we both know that’s why you dragged Hunter’s ass here,” I teased.

Cody grinned and Laurel smiled sheepishly, poor Evan just rolled his eyes. Cody carted a drunken Laurel to the dance floor and Evan wordlessly followed probably to find his own dance partner. Which left Hunter and I alone…

“I know you don’t want to hear it, but he really does feel bad,” Hunter said taking Laurel’s vacant seat next to me.

“You’re right I don’t want to hear it.”

“Lux give him a break, he was black out drunk.”

I laughed loudly almost manically, ” I have been black out drunk many times and I managed not to cheat.”

“Fine he’s an ass hole,” Hunter conceded.

“Yes he is,” I grinned.

“He begged me to try and talk to you… I wouldn’t be a good big brother if I didn’t try,” Hunter shrugged.

“Well you tried and failed now let’s move on.”

“You look good tonight… very different from the normal Lux, but good,” he said eyeing my outfit or lack there of.

I had worn a sexy black sleeveless zipper crop top that showed off ample cleavage and a form fitting mini skirt that made my ass look amazing. It was one of many outfits Laurel and I had purchased today during my retail therapy.

“Yeah it’s new from the My Cheating Ex Can Go To Hell collection,” I snarked.

“Oh is it from the He’s a Fucking Idiot For Letting Such a Goddess Get Away brand?” Hunter grinned.

“Yeah I think it might be,” I giggled.

“Seriously though, you look sexy as hell Lux,” Hunter said leaning in a little bit closer than usual.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were hitting on me,” I teased.

“Well then you don’t know any better.”

“Oh really?” I smirked.

“Really,” he nodded giving me a flirty little smile.

“I am so not drunk enough to deal with you right now,” I giggled downing the rest of my drink.

“Well let’s fix that then,” he said ordering six shots. Wade shot me a curious glance, but I waved it off.

By about shot five I was grinding on the dance floor with Hunter while Laurel and Cody and Evan and some girl danced with us.

Hunter’s hands roamed my body as we moved against each other, I stifled a moan when his hand grazed my breast. There was definitely some sexual tension between us in our drunken state and I loved it.

Hunter buried his face in my neck, “I want you Lux,” he growled in my ear.

It was simultaneously the most sexy and confusing thing he had ever said to me.

If I had been a fraction less drunk I would’ve topkapı escort responded with my head instead of what was between my legs.

“Then take me,” I moaned in his ear.

That was all it took and the next thing I knew we were in the back of a cab, Hunter’s hand half way up my shirt and his tongue down my throat.

We barely made it in his front door before he had my top unzipped and my skirt pulled down. I fumbled with his belt as he pulled his t-shirt over his head while we shuffled toward his bedroom. We left a trail of clothes in our wake and I moaned as my naked flesh met his.

Hunter tossed me back on his bed and crawled over me kissing up and down my body as he did so. I hooked my leg around his hip rolling us so that I was on top and he was firmly between my thighs.

I could feel the tip of his rock hard cock at my entrance and when he kissed me hard and deep he thrust inside me.

“Oh yes,” I moaned against his lips. I rolled my hips thrusting down riding him as we panted and moaned together. He was much larger than I had become accustomed to and I relished the full feeling he gave me.

I ran my fingers through his hair as his hands massaged my breasts.

“Harder,” I whimpered.

Hunter didn’t have to be told twice as his hips slammed against mine and we thrust harder and faster together. He gripped my hips hard and I raked my fingernails down his chest as he pounded inside me.

I was nearing my orgasm when Hunter flipped us so I was on my back as he fucked me. He spreads my thighs as far they could go and I cried out as his cock penetrated me hard and deep.

“Play with your nipples,” he murmured as he began to rub my clit while thrusting in and out of me.

My tits bounced as he fucked me and I happily did as he ordered. I gently rubbed my nipples in slow circles in the same rhythm Hunter rubbed my clit.

“I’m going to cum,” Hunter moaned beneath me.

“Fuck keep going,” I pleaded as I neared my orgasm.

Hunter thrust deep inside me as he came, the sensation of his hot cum inside me sent me over the edge.

“Hunter!” I cried out as I came. He continued to thrust inside me as I spasmed in ecstasy.

******************************

When I awoke the next morning I woke in a panic not recognizing where I was.

The memories from the night before hit me all at once and I stared in horror at Hunter’s sleeping.. still naked form. I was wrapped in his arms, my naked body pressed against him.

“Hunter,” I said shaking his shoulder.

“Mmmm,” he groaned pulling me tighter against him. I could feel him harden against my thigh and I tried to ignore the butterflies in my stomach.

“Hunter,” I said a little louder.

“What?” he groaned sleepily. I knew the exact moment he remembered what happened because his eyes sprung open and he stared at me in shock.

“Fuck,” he cursed releasing his hold on me.

“Yeah we did,” I laughed awkwardly sitting up and wrapping his sheet around me.

“So not the time to crack jokes,” Hunter laughed loudly.

“What the hell else am I supposed to do?” I said laughing with him.

“Well firstly you need to put some clothes on because you naked in my bed is totally not helping the situation right now,” he said giving me a lustful look.

I blushed and tried to ignore the tingling sensation that went through my body at his words.

“Close your eyes,” I ordered as I clumsily stood holding the sheet to myself. I grabbed the first t-shirt I saw and pulled it over my head dropping the sheet as I did so.

“Okay you’re good.”

“I know… I didn’t really close my eyes,” Hunter snickered as he climbed out of bed. I gawked at him as he pulled on a pair of basketball shorts.

“Hunter!” I yelped.

“Lux cut it out, we had sex big deal,” he rolled his eyes.

“How can you be so nonchalant about this?” I gaped.

“We were drunk… shit happens,” he shrugged.

I thought about that for a moment… that was after all Ethan’s entire defense for what he had done.

“True,” I sighed relaxing.

“To be fair I would not be opposed to it happening again sans liquor,” he winked.

“I seriously want to slap you,” I rolled my eyes trying to contain a laugh as he moved closer to me.

“No you don’t Lux,” he said confidently.

“Would you stop,” I huffed.

“Stop what?” he asked innocently. He placed his hand on my hip, rubbing circles on my hip bone.

“I need a shower.”

“Is that a statement or an invitation?” he smirked down at me.

“I don’t know,” I said honestly after a moment of hesitation.

“How about this breakfast first… then shower?” he suggested.

“Okay,” I nodded.

“Okay,” he murmured leaning down.

He used the hand on my hip to pull me against him as he kissed me long and hard. His tongue massaged mine and I was breathless and extremely hot by the time he released me.

He smirked at me before walking around me and out the door. aksaray escort I followed him dazedly to the kitchen , blushing when I noticed my trail of clothing.

“Cereal okay?” Hunter grinned at me.

“Yeah,” I gulped.

He was acting so cool about this and I was still slightly freaked out. I mean he was my ex boyfriend’s brother… that was completely wrong right?

“If you don’t stop acting weird I’m going to come over there and kiss you again,” Hunter teasingly threatened.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” I said back before I could think better of it.

“There she is,” he grinned, “you’re weird when you aren’t being flirty.”

“I am not flirty!”

“Lies you have been flirting with me since day one!” he teasingly accused.

In all honesty I had always thought Hunter was hot, but I had been dating his brother so I did my best to keep things platonic… until now.

“Shut up Hunter,” I giggled.

“Make me,” he waggled his eyebrows.

“Why don’t you shut up and make me some damn cereal already,” I flirted.

“I’m on it woman,” he chuckled pulling out a box of lucky charms.

“And by the way I give you mind blowing sex and all I get is cereal the next morning?” I said pretending to be offended.

“Oh honey I can give you something better to eat if you want?” he said suggestively.

“Alright I’m leaving,” I threatened with a laugh.

“Dressed like that? I think not,” Hunter chuckled gesturing to my half dressed state. Wearing last nights slightly slutty outfit would be bad form to walk home in.

“Come eat weirdo,” Hunter said setting a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice at the table for me.

“Don’t order me around,” I said sticking out my tongue and taking a seat.

“I seem to remember you not complaining about it last night,” he smirked bending over to give me another toe curling kiss.

“Shut the fuck up,” I laughed hitting his thigh as he sat next to me.

“Little more to the left babe,” he winked.

“Tempting, but I think I’ll pass,” I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah say it again maybe I’ll believe you.”

“You really think you’re hot shit huh?” I said taking a bite of cereal.

“Oh yeah definitely,” he nodded cockily.

“You do realize your brother is going to lose his shit when he finds out right?” I prodded.

“He can piss and moan all he wants doesn’t change what he did or what we did,” Hunter shrugged.

He was totally right, but I wasn’t about to admit that.

We spent the rest of the morning flirting and occasionally kissing and then around noon Hunter drove me home.

“You’re coming to the party tonight right?” he asked as I hopped out of his jeep.

“It’s at the Sig house so probably not,” I frowned. I did not want to face Ethan so soon after everything had happened.

“Come on Lux, it’ll be fun I promise,” Hunter pouted.

“I’ll think about it and let you know,” I conceded. I leaned back in the car to kiss him one last time before closing the door. I wasn’t sure what was going on between us, but I definitely liked kissing him.

As soon as I was safely in my house I stripped off last night’s skirt and the shirt Hunter had let me since he had completely torn mine. We had never gotten around to the shower I had been promised so I was in desperate need of one.

I practically moaned when I felt the steaming hot water hit my skin and I couldn’t help but giggle imagining Hunter in there with me.

The chemistry we had together was insane and I wasn’t sure how to feel or what to do about it. I mean it was Hunter… Hunter my ex’s brother, Hunter the guy who had been one of my closest friends, Hunter who I stayed up late and talked with while we took care of a sloppy drunk Ethan… Hunter who was also a notorious man slut. Was I just another one night stand? Or was there something more… I wasn’t sure.

“Lux you dirty little slut get out here and tell me everything!” Laurel yelled through the bathroom door breaking my train of thought.

“Dude fuck off!” I yelled back.

“I’m coming in biatch,” she said opening the door like the rude person she was.

“I swear I have no privacy,” I grumbled as she hopped up on the sink counter.

“Oh my word the curtain is covering your slutty ass now dish… what happened last night?” she prodded.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied.

“Bull shit, I saw Hunter anyou trying to swallow each other’s faces,” she snickered.

“Then you already know what happened now will you leave it alone,” I sighed.

“Holy fuck Ethan is going to shit himself when he finds out you guys hooked up,” she cackled.

“It was a one time thing it’s not that big of deal,” I rolled my eyes as I conditioned my hair.

“If it had been with any other guy in the world it wouldn’t have been a big deal… but you went for the brother dude, that’s some bad ass bitch moves right there,” she said with pride.

“It’s not like I planned it… it fulya escort just happened.”

“Is he good in bed? He looks like he’d be good in bed,” she questioned.

“How does someone look like they would be good in bed you weirdo!” I laughed.

“I don’t know some people just have that look,” she laughed with me.

“You’re ridiculous, now toss me a towel,” I said shutting off the water.

She did and I wrapped it around myself before stepping out of the tub.

“So are you going to see him again?” she asked checking her makeup in the slightly fogged up mirror.

“He invited me to the Sigma party tonight,” I frowned leaning against the wall.

“We have to go!” she squealed.

“You just want to witness the train wreck that is my life,” I accused.

“Obviously, but I also know that he’s always had a thing for you even though you were his brothers girl,” Laurel admitted a little guiltily.

“What?” I blanched, “Hunter has not had a thing for me.”

“Well maybe not a thing, but I know he has definitely been wanting what happened last night to happen for a while.”

“Oh yeah right,” I rolled my eyes.

“Sweet heart have you got a good look at yourself? The majority of Ethan’s frat brothers wanted you, his real brother was no different,” Laurel said rolling her eyes right back.

I glanced at myself in the mirror and frowned.

I had long waist length caramel blonde hair, high cheekbones, full pink lips, flawless lightly tanned skin, a cute ski slope nose, and pale blue eyes with flecks of gold. I knew I was pretty, but I definitely wasn’t the temptress Laurel made me sound like.

“Well whatever, I still don’t think we should go tonight,” I said finally after a long pause.

“We’re going or I will text Hunter and have him drag your ass there,” she threatened.

“Fine,” I huffed.

“Now tell me… which brother is better in bed?” she asked waggling her brows.

I laughed and shook my head leaving the bathroom for my bedroom.

“I’m serious Lux, who is better?” she called after me.

I ignored her and slammed my door shut locking it so she couldn’t be nosy anymore.

The rest of the day I spent catching up on homework and ignoring numerous calls and texts from Ethan. They all said the same I’m sorry bull shit he’d been sending all week and for once instead of feeling sad I just felt annoyed.

The only Macree brother I wanted to hear from was radio silent and while I tried to not let it bug me I couldn’t lie to myself and say that it didn’t.

At around a quarter to nine right as I was finishing getting ready Laurel pounded on my door.

“You ready biatch?!” she yelled.

“Yes,” I sighed opening the door and letting her in.

“Daaaaaaamn Lux you look fire,” she howled.

I had decided to wear a sexy sheer lace triangle bralette that basically had enough fabric to cover my nipples, a black open sheer cardigan that hung loosely off my shoulders and a faux leather mini skirt. I’d also thrown on a pair of ridiculously sexy high heels and painted my lips a deep rose red. I looked like walking sex as Laurel liked to say and it felt good. I had never dressed like this while I was Ethan mostly for the fact that when I did he acted insanely jealous, but now I was single and it was time for my more wild side to be set free again.

“Those boys are going to flip out when they see you,” Laurel giggled devilishly.

We left for the party, Laurel driving, and I steeled myself for what was sure to be one drama filled night.

Walking into the Sig house I immediately felt like all eyes were on me… because they were. Ethan’s frat brothers did double takes as I walked through the house with Laurel by my side. Gone was the Lux they were used to seeing the Lux that dressed conservatively so her boyfriend didn’t get into a fist fight. The Lux who was pretty and innocent not and hot and sexy.

Ethan had had no idea the ways in which I had dimmed myself for him, but he would know now.

“Let’s get drunk,” Laurel giggled pulling me towards the kitchen.

“For once I am totally down for that,” I said feeling slightly nervous.

“Tonight is going to be so fun!” Laurel said excitedly. The girl lived for drama and I was currently a walking drama factory.

When we walked into the kitchen I immediately spotted Hunter and the butterflies in my stomach went crazy.

“Hey gorgeous,” he greeted me with that ridiculously sexy smile of his.

“Alright your guys sexual tension is making me nauseous point me to one of your hot single friends,” Laurel said rolling her eyes at us.

“My roommate Damon is pouring drinks,” Hunter laughed gesturing towards a tall brunette guy.

“Perfect… you two have fun… use a condom,” she snickered be sauntering off.

“She is kind of a pain in the ass huh?” Hunter chuckled.

“Oh definitely,” I agreed.

“You look incredible by the way,” he complimented eyeing me up and down.

“Thanks… but if you tear this top tonight I’ll kick your ass Macree,” I said suggestively.

“I make no promises,” he smirked with that now familiar lustful look in his eyes.

“I’m serious,” I giggled.

“Yeah sure sounds like it.”

“Quit being a smart ass,” I said bumping him with my hip.

“You are so short I’m pretty sure your hip just hit my knee cap,” he teased.

It’s hard for me understand. I’ve got to get a grip on myself. I’ve got to figure it out. How can someone, so far away, a thousand miles or more, generate such feelings. And yet I felt the ache, the moisture, the swelling.

It was a hot July night, humid, dark, without a moon. I had finished my bath and slipped on my favorite old t-shirt. I turned the light down to where it was just a faint glow. Expecting his call, I was sitting in my easy chair, one leg thrown over its arm, my head laid back, my eyes closed when the phone rang. The call started just like others. Where he was now. Where he would be next week. We talked about our business, and our mutual hobby, computers. We’re both pack rats, always running out of space because we can’t get rid of anything. Always moving files and programs from one area to another, always reorganizing. We spoke about a photo he had sent me of himself. But there seemed to be something else going on. Something I couldn’t quite put my finger on, and then…

“Julie. Would you do something for me? One little thing?” A pause. and before I could reply, “Would you touch your nipple while we talk?”

I felt stunned, like I had been hit. Not by a fist or anything violent, more like a shock wave. Something was being pulled from me. Something I wasn’t sure I wanted to let out. I don’t know. I can’t explain it. I could feel the heat in my face. My heart seem to beat harder or at least I became aware of its beat. Would I do it? Could I reply?

“Ok.” I don’t know how long it took me to get that one word out.

“And would you imagine that it is my hands cupping your breast, holding it up so that my ataköy escort lips brush the nipple like edge of a chalice.”

A fog seem to enter the room. A mystic fog. I was becoming encased in it. It was beginning to shut out the rest of the world. My hand trembled as it moved up my shirt to my breast. I squeezed, held myself tight for a minute, imagining it was his hand, his power that pressed against me. Then I moved to my nipple, already hard, first taking it between two fingers to sense and feel its response, and then beginning a soft stroking through the cloth.

“Ok.” What was happening to me? I could feel his lips on me, gently sucking, kissing. His teeth brushing my nipple. The heat of his mouth on my breast. My hand reached to the back of his head and pulled him to me. He was there and yet …he wasn’t.

“Julie?”

I couldn’t answer.

“Julie?”

My mind pleaded, “No, please, no..”

“Julie?”

“Yes.”

“Now take your hand and touch your clit. Just touch it and feel me there.”

My lips parted as my tongue returned moisture to them. My fingers moved down across my mons, to the hood of my clitoris. My pelvis let me know of its presence as a dull ache began to rise. Fear caused my body to shiver. But fear of what? My fingers pressed against the hood and as they did my whole pussy moved. A velvety moisture began to seep between my labia, their swelling unable to keep it in. He couldn’t see me but his presence caressed me. I could feel his hot breath between my legs as I pulled the lips gently out, massaging one against the other. How could I be bahçelievler escort doing this? I was losing control. I had to stop.

“Ok.” “Now feel me.” “I do.” Quiet…no words. I didn’t know what to say. I had to stop and think about what was happening, why it was happening. No harm was there and yet it was …dreamlike…it was frightening.

“I’ve got to go now.” I couldn’t leave it at that. My words were a whisper. “But I’ll tell you something. Tonight, when I go to sleep, I’ll hold one breast and think of this phone call.” My face was on fire. “And that it is my hand?” “Yes.” “And that it is my cock next to you, hard, pressing against you?”

“Julie?” “Julie?” “Yes…I will.” “Good night Julie. I’ll talk to you soon.” “Good night. Sleep tight.” I hung up the phone. My heart was pounding. My brain was swimming. My clit was ablaze with its demand. My breast felt the pain caused by my own unconscious squeezing, as my newly freed hand had fond its way beneath my shirt. I was covered with sweat. My legs were now spread even more as my other hand continued to slowly massage and stroke my pussy, sometimes stopping and just holding it in my hand, pressing against myself. The moisture first covered the labia and then the finger that gently moved up and down between them. My vagina wept its tears as it wished my fingers to its opening and then…inside. I could feel the ridges and their swollen sensitivity. I didn’t have to go deep. Response was everywhere. I pressed my breast even harder as one finger began to move within me. What would he be doing now. Would he be watching bağcılar escort TV, his feet propped up, having a drink or just brushing his teeth, getting ready for bed. Or would his hand be moving up and down his cock, feeling it get harder, imagining it was my hand or my lips stroking him? Could he feel the hair from my head brushing against his legs? Were my nipples between his lips? .Were my fingers sensing his swelling need, caressing his balls as the sacks softened in my hand? Would his eyes be closed as he tasted my juices? Would his cream burst out, covering his abdomen, my hand, my breast?

The fog is everywhere as I realize I am entering a new space, a mystic space, a space of serene sensuality. What I seek will be mine. I can now take my time. There is no urgency. My fingers move slowly, carrying me deeper into my mind. The feeling in my vagina mixes carnal eroticism with pain and both with a sense of soft floating. I’m a passenger adrift within my pelvis, my pelvis afloat within my mind, feeling and experiencing from within. My brain has become a sexual organ. My vagina, clitoris, labia, fingers, breasts, all there, reaching for each other, coming together. My breathing is now deeper, my heart pounding through my breast. And yet…I could stay this way for ever. A rapture of sexuality has enveloped me.

I allow the orgasms to begin. I can feel my fingers being pulled inside. My spasms erupt and then again, and again and again. My hands presses harder. Still more and then more. I swim in an ocean of sensuality, eroticism, lust. I am naked, and its waters bathe me.

The haze lifts a little. I realize I’m still in my chair. I’ve got to get to bed. I’ve got a lot to think about. But not now. I seem to have lost control. I stumble and reach for the wall as I move to the bedroom. All because of a phone call.

I lay between my sheets with a promise to keep. My hand cups and softly presses my breast. My eyes close. I sigh.

Good night. Sleep tight. —

M_Y_Erotica, my editor, thank you, thank you, thank you. This last chapter has become my favorite with your help.

The Bet, Ch. 03

We carried our bet out to the end of the regular season and continued it through the playoffs. Each sexual adventure getting better with our added practice. But the wager was almost at an end, for the Super Bowl was upon us. This time each of us chose a different team. Winner takes all.

I sat on the couch watching the game – New England Patriots vs. Carolina Panthers – no longer sure if I wanted to win or lose, since I scored either way. So far, though, it was a close game, and I looked forward to the ending with great anticipation. One last time he was going to be mine, and as it did whenever I thought of being with him, my pussy swelled with anticipation.

Needless to say, I lost. Needless because I had completely tanked the playoffs. I couldn’t understand how I had managed to do so well during regular season, yet managed to bomb so badly now. But there it was. Not that losing had necessarily been a bad thing. So far I had been enjoying the hell out of it, and I was sure that this last time I would enjoy it once more.

Since Sean’s norm over the last few weeks had been to email me messages with instructions regarding where I was to meet him and when, I was surprised to see him waiting at my desk when I walked in Monday morning.

“Hello,” I said with a smile, pleased to see his happy face first thing in the morning.

“Good Morning. Disappointed that you lost?” He leaned one hip against my desk, folding his arms as though daring me to say that I was. He looked relaxed and comfortable, and I felt as though something had changed between us. However without confirmation of that belief, I was unwilling to let myself trust the instinct.

“Maybe a little. After all, it’d be nice to go out on top.” I looked at him from underneath my eyelashes and caught him as he rolled his eyes and choked back surprised laughter.

“Perhaps you still will… come on top, that is.” A smile twinkled in his eyes.

I felt my heart squeeze with emotion as I watched him. It would be difficult to let him go, but, since our relationship was still hidden from general knowledge, I held no belief that he felt the same way. Familiar with the strictly sexual relationship from experience, I simply prepared myself to say goodbye as best I could.

He cleared his throat, and I looked up at him. “Now, for those instructions. I’d like to pick you up at your apartment at seven o’clock, Saturday night. I was thinking that maybe we could go on a date or something. Celebrate the end of a beautiful football season.”

I looked down quickly, attempting to squelch a sudden feeling of depression that swept over me. Looking like the end of a beautiful, orgasmic friendship too, I thought. Forcing a smile, I glanced up at him and nodded, then looked back down again, attempting to appear busy organizing the work that had piled up on my desk overnight.

Sean’s arms were suddenly wrapped around my waist from behind, and I felt his head rub the side of my neck. I giggled in response to his nuzzling as he said, “Hey, don’t be so glum, chum,” his voice dropping to a deep, husky whisper. “After all, I think you’re really going to like what I have planned.” Then with a kiss and a tiny little nibble on my neck, which sent a shiver down my spine, he left.

It was going to be a long week.

*******

I spent all Saturday getting ready. Wanting to please and surprise him, I shaved from head to toe. Well, if I wanted to be technical about it, I suppose I should say I shaved from underarm to toe, but the end result was the same. I was bare and baby smooth in every spot that counted. Finally, pushing the envelope just a bit, I chose a short mini skirt and white form-fitting sweater to wear, leaving off my bra and underwear. I wouldn’t need them anyway, and I hoped the sight of my hard nipples through the fabric would fuel his desire. I also, just for fun, added a flavored nipple cream to the mix and added a few light spritzes of perfume in mysterious places he could have fun finding. Two, I had learned over the weeks, could actually play the game, even if only one of us could have control of it.

At precisely 7:00 p.m., Sean’s car pulled up in front of my apartment building, and I watched through the window as he made his way to the door. He was dressed simply, jeans and a sweatshirt, but it was a look I loved on him. Made me want to simultaneously cuddle with him and rip off his clothes. I groaned. Already, just with the sight of him, I was hot, wet, and ready, that effect he had over my body never fading after all these weeks.

He knocked on the door, and I went to open it, suddenly nervous, excited, and saddened all at the same time. Was this really to be our last time together? With no more inspiration to fuel us on, I didn’t know if he’d want to continue our… What? Hell, I didn’t even know what to call it. Was it a fling? A relationship? bakırköy escort Sighing, I came to the conclusion once again that it probably didn’t really matter. I’d simply commit as much of it to memory as I could. To savor. To relive. To masturbate to. The last thought brought a grin to my face, and I knew my eyes lit up with it.

“Hi” I said happily.

“Hey there, you sexy little thing,” he grinned and I could feel myself start to glow. My nipples were already stiff peaks of excitement and I waited for him to notice them through the sweater. It didn’t take long.

“No bra?” His eyebrows rose. “That’s not playing fair. I wonder… is there anything else I should know?”

I spread my legs just a tad and watched as his eyes drifted down to my legs. I hoped he would take the bait I was offering and go exploring with those long, sexy hands of his. “Maybe. Maybe not. I guess you’ll just have to find out for yourself.”

He chuckled and I jumped as I suddenly felt his hands on my mound. His eyes instantly darkened with desire and I hid a smile as his breathing became heavy.

“You shaved,” he said with a groan. “And no panties either. Tsk…tsk…tsk…Just what, I wonder, should we do about that?”

Saying nothing, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his fingers pulling me apart to sink into the heart of me. But it was over too soon, and I sighed.

“Soon. It will happen soon enough,” he chuckled. Sounding chagrined he added, “Mostly, because I now have a hard-on that is getting more painful by the moment.”

He looked down at me smiling and I smiled in return, nuzzling his neck with my nose, loving the scent of him. He grabbed my hand, and together we left.

Game time.

******* Every year after the Pro Super Bowl, the high school alumni association challenges the current football team to a lesser version of the match. Fanfare and celebrations perk up the little town, and for one night people leave the warmth and sanctuary of their house to revel in it. Cars line the streets for blocks, and students urge people to park in the lots for a small fee to support various activities. As I watched Sean maneuver the car into one of the lots closest to the high school, I couldn’t hide the look of surprise that came into my eyes. After weeks of hiding our relationship we were going to the one place guaranteed to grab the attention of all who saw us. He turned and grinned at me. After grabbing a blanket from the back seat, we were off.

It had been fifteen years since I had graduated from this high school and yet it looked exactly the same as it had when I was a student. The only change to the football field was the addition of covered bleachers. With Oregon’s tendency toward rain, I couldn’t help but think that this was one of the best improvements imaginable.

The bleachers were full to busting and people milled around on the sidelines as they waited for the teams to charge onto the field for the beginning of the game. As we climbed the stairs to find seats we called out to friends and neighbors we knew, talked about various local happenings, and I started to question my decision to go bare, as anyone looking up at us from below had a full view of what I wasn’t hiding. As we neared the top of the stands, we both stopped and turned at the sound of a very familiar voice coming from below, our boss.

“It’s about damn time you two realized you’re perfect for each other.” He said happily. “Have a good time tonight, you two.”

We watched him walk away and I leaned toward Sean whispering, “If he only knew.”

Sean laughed and replied, “Honey, from his position below you, I’d imagine he does know.” Sean winked at me and as I caught his meaning my face heated with embarrassment. Tugging on Sean’s hand I urged him, to his laughing delight, to hurriedly continue our climb. Finally, we found seats on the very top bleacher overlooking the field and Sean spread the blanket over us. It was an easy togetherness, especially now that I wasn’t showing myself to my boss, I thought ruefully.

The game started and Sean whispered in my ear, “First quarter… and first base”.

I laughed. “First base? I think you have your games confused.”

He grinned and grabbed my hand jostling it a little bit. “First base.”

We held hands through the first quarter, only separating them to clap and cheer. It was cute and sexy at the same time. I was amazed that the simple act could make me so giddy with excitement. Almost as though I was a teenager in high school and had just realized that the boy I liked seemed to feel the same.

By the end of the first quarter, the kids were ahead of the adults by 14 and the temperature had dropped about five degrees, but, cuddled under the blanket with Sean, holding hands, I didn’t care about either. I snuggled closer, wanting more of him. Yet, it was at this moment that he withdrew his hand from mine. I looked up into his eyes only şirinevler escort to be greeted by his smile.

“We can’t stay at first base forever. After all, it’s the start of the second quarter. It’s time for second base.”

I shook my head and replied with amusement. “You’re nuts.”

I felt his arm wrap around my back, and heard his soft laughter, his warm breath cascading down my neck in waves as he leaned toward me. At the soft touch of his lips to my neck, I turned my head towards him and raised my eyes to his, only to find him watching me. His hazel eyes were warm and full of expectation, and my stomach flip-flopped as I watched his gaze leisurely and seductively lower to my mouth. Instinctively I moistened my lips. The noise of the crowd faded away.

His mouth descended to mine, and his lips caressed more than kissed. The softness of their touch moved languidly back and forth over mine as they parted in response. His tongue poked out to trace the outside edge of my lips before finally nudging its way into my mouth.

I wanted him so much, always and still. I couldn’t be too close or have enough of him. It was as though he fed something deep inside of me that had been starving until I met him, and the realization of that hunger filled me with desperation. Opening my mouth, I hungrily drew him in and devoured. The coarseness of his tongue, the contours of his teeth, the lingering taste of mint. I savored them.

I felt his hand creep beneath the blanket and the soft touch of his palm brushed upward along my bare leg. Higher and higher it climbed pausing to toy with the hem of my skirt, lifting it. His fingertips crept between my thighs and gently nudged them apart. Trembling, I grabbed for the sides of his sweatshirt for support and, ever so slightly, parted my thighs. Cool air rushing up from below toyed with the moisture seeping from my hole, adding to the awareness of my yearning for him. His fingertips softly brushed against the outer lips of my womanhood before slowly parting them and caressing the folds hidden inside.

Finally, we broke apart and ended the kiss and I drew in a shaky breath. The heat reflecting in his eyes mirrored the heat racing through my body. I took a moment to look away from him in an attempt to calm my racing nerves and caught the eye of an older couple that had been looking on. They both smiled a knowing smile, and I returned it, feeling a mixture of companionship and silent understanding. They had once been in this position too, I thought. They knew passion, and it made me feel good sharing their secret. I looked back at Sean to see if he had witnessed the exchange and was met with a slow, sexy smile. Without speaking, Sean grabbed the blanket, grabbed my hand, and together amid a few cheers from the people that had seen our kiss, we made our way down the bleachers.

“I have a surprise for you.”

I looked at Sean, still a little dazed from the intensity of our kiss, curiosity on my face. This evening was full of surprises so one more definitely wasn’t going to hurt anything.

“Not going to ask what it is, huh?”

I shook my head, a smile toying at my lips. I was content to wait and actually be surprised but amused at the little kid in him wanting to spill the beans early.

At the bottom of the stands, we started toward the opposite side of the field where the visitors usually sat. When the school added the covered stands they chose to move the old seating area, complete with announcer’s booth, to the other side, viewing it as an improvement to the old visitor seating area. It was full of people as well, and when we arrived, we repeated the hellos and conversations of earlier as we made our way to the top. Instead of locating seats, however, Sean went up to the vacant announcers loft and opened the door, guiding me inside.

It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness inside but when things finally started to come into focus, I noticed that on the floor of the loft lay an inflatable mattress. Sean stepped towards it and covered it with the blanket. A few fat pillows were dropped in various spots and on the desk below the bank of windows sat a bottle of champagne and two glasses. Warm air caressed my skin and I realized that someone must have turned on the small space heater prior to our arrival. The corners of my mouth twitched in amusement and I made a mental note to ask if he had ever been a boy scout. As prepared as he was, he probably earned his patches early.

Cheers, loud and sudden, broke through the night, and I turned as the closing of the door suddenly muted them. I heard the click of the lock and watched as Sean tested the door to make sure of its security. Unexpectedly, nervous knots tied themselves in the pit of my stomach.

“So…” I hesitated unsure if I should ask the question. “Is this my surprise?” I looked around the 8-foot by 10-foot space of building with what I hoped was a look of appropriate güngören escort pleasure. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be happy that we were now enclosed in the home of a few dozen creepy crawly things. I attempted a wide smile and looked at Sean for an answer.

With a look of amusement from beneath his lowered lashes, he shook his head with exaggerated slowness. “No.”

The boards creaked as he walked toward me, and I could feel a blush spread over my arms and face. I was amazed that I could feel so insecure only an hour after feeling like a little sex kitten. “Oh… okay. What’s my surprise then?”

“Patience. You didn’t want to know earlier, so now you have to wait.”

I pursed my lips into a pout and felt the warmth of his as they covered mine for a fleeting second, then felt a tingling of excitement in the pit of my stomach as his fingertips traced their way down my arms. They paused at the cuffs of my sleeves, toying with the fabric. I looked down as his breathing warmed my skin. With painstaking slowness, he brought his lips to mine again and this time rested there, nibbling on my bottom lip with his teeth.

I felt his touch at my waist and pulled away from his mouth as my sweater was drawn up over my head. I felt the softness of my hair brush against my back as my head dropped backward opening up the expanse of skin on my neck. He took the hint, and his lips and teeth descended to nibble and kiss, sending tingles down my spine.

The fabric of my skirt brushed my skin as it fell away from my body and landed at my feet. I stood naked in his arms. I pulled my arms in and cuddled into the coziness of his sweatshirt, feeling protected and sexy as his fingers once again traced down my skin sending electric currents racing through me.

On tiptoes I placed my lips on his, greedy for another taste of him. I felt my feet leave the floor as he lifted me up to straddle his waist, and then without warning we were both tumbling down on the blanket beneath our feet. His body pressed intimately with mine, his clothing against my nakedness and the thrill of the naughtiness of the act making me wet with anticipation. He ground against me and I moaned with pleasure wanting and needing to feel him inside my body.

His mouth left mine once again and I whimpered at the feeling of abandonment, but then I realized his destination. My legs opened as he kissed his way down my body, pausing to bite on each of my nipples eliciting a cry of mixed pain and pleasure. I writhed on the blanket, the anticipation of the moment doing nearly as much for me as the actual act would have. But even in that, I realized, I was wrong. He had a patience that far out-weighed mine, and I nearly died when I discovered that he was still minutes away from final capture.

Suddenly, his fervor gentled and he paused. He seemed thoughtful for a moment and I felt him move back up to my breasts. I looked down as his tongue stroked broadly over my breast and then retreated into his mouth.

His brows drew together and a look of confusion crossed his face, “What the hell?” he whispered to himself.

My stomach bounced with the force of my quiet, responding laughter. I had completely forgotten about the flavored nipple cream. His eyes darted upward to meet mine and the look of puzzlement sent my giggles upward. As I struggled to control myself, he finished licking off the flavoring from my left breast before moving over to the right.

“Mmm… Strawberry.”

I waited for him to lick the flavoring off of the right nipple, still stifling laughter, but instead he chose to close his entire mouth around my breast and suck hard. I gasped in response and moaned with appreciation of his suckling. Momentarily leaving my breasts he launched himself up for a quick kiss before heading further south. A heaviness expanded in my chest. A force of emotion born from the joy in knowing that he could make me feel such happiness and pleasure almost simultaneously. Simple delight in just being with him. It took over and sent a rush of adrenaline crashing upward making me lightheaded and dizzy.

I felt his hands beneath my knees as they lifted and pulled, placing my feet on the ground and spreading my knees apart. His fingertips touched my baby bare skin and pulled the lips of my pussy apart exposing all of my hidden treasures to his eyes. Cool air hit places that had never felt the chill before and I felt my clit swell in reaction as the moisture from my cunt trailed its way down to my asshole tickling me.

He massaged my pussy lips with his thumbs gently moving up and down from the top folds down to the thin folds guarding my slit, over and over in a slow gentle motion as his breath caressed my skin. One finger found the moisture and used it to circle around my hole until finally easing its way inside me, circling inside the tightness of my body. But that wasn’t enough. I wanted his mouth on me!

I grabbed onto the blanket above my head for leverage as I attempted to arch my hips toward the heat of his mouth and I cried out in triumph as the broad stroke of his tongue swept up my pussy from the base of my cunt to my clit, circling there and then receding back downward in a slow circling motion. His tongue once again found my hole and I felt it poke itself inside, slowly fucking my pussy in a sweet stabbing motion.

I have written quite a few “mainstream” (ie non erotic) stories based on songs. Everything from “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds” to “Ruby, don’t take your love to town”. This story is very much about sex though, and is based on a song released in 1990. If you haven’t guessed the song by the end – it’s revealed there. Don’t cheat and look ahead, it might spoil the “twist”.

As ever, comments and positive and negative criticism are very welcome. And I’ll reply to any non-anonymous email comments. Thanks for taking the time to read my stuff. BW

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July 18th

The low hum of the air conditioning, coupled with the goosebumps the cool air had created on his naked body slowly dragged him out of his thoughts. He had been staring at the note for over five minutes. It had the hotel logo at the top, but had not been written using one of the hotel’s cheap pens – the elegant, unhurried handwriting had been created with an expensive fountain pen. Elegant and unhurried, just like she had been. He stared again at the final part, the last sentence kept going round and round in his head.

“Don’t try to find me, please don’t you dare – just live in my memory, you’ll always be there.”

It sounded poetic, and maybe it was for that reason that he knew he would remember those words for the rest of his life. No, it wouldn’t be for that reason; it would be because of the eighteen hours he had just spent. Eighteen unforgettable hours. He looked at the bed with its ruffled sheets and scattered pillows, and despite the air conditioning, the strong smell of sex filled the room. In his mind he could see her head resting on the pillow, her short dark hair dusted with blonde highlights, her hazel eyes that seemed to be always twinkling with a hidden secret, her perfect breasts and the nipples his mouth had lovingly kissed.

He switched on the coffee pot and went into the bathroom, his tanned body contrasting sharply with the crisp, white tiling. He could feel the shower’s hot needles stinging the small scratches she had left on his back. His hand ran across the stubble on his cheek, the stubble she had playfully complained about as it rubbed against her thighs. As he closed his eyes and turned his face up to the stream of hot water, his mind was filled with the first time he saw her just a few hours ago…

Since he was sixteen, ten years ago, Don had hitched from the main road his near his uncle’s farm to his home. It was a two and half hour car journey, and on a bad day it would take him six or seven hours. But he enjoyed meeting the people who offered him a lift and he had the time to kill. Yesterday, he had set off just after lunch. The summer storm had been as unexpected as it was spectacular, and within a couple of minutes he was soaked. His jeans and shirt were stuck to his body. Don was just thinking about going back to his uncle’s place, with the inevitable fındıkzade escort “I told you so” that Aunt Beth would utter, when the silver Merc pulled up. The window hummed half open, and he heard the voice of an angel:

“You look like you could use a ride, get in!”

Don didn’t wait to be asked twice, and with a hasty “Thank you” slid into the passenger seat. As the car slid effortlessly away from the kerb, he wiped the raindrops off his glasses and looked at his saviour for the first time. She was drop dead gorgeous. He had always preferred women with short hair, and the highlights in hers seemed to be ignited by her gold and diamond earrings. On some people, the expensive jewellery would have seemed at odds with the jeans and denim jacket – but not her, she’d make a sack tied with string look stylish.

“Thanks again, you just saved me from drowning I think.”

“Don’t worry about it. Where are you headed?”

He thought Christmas had come when she said she was going the same way as him. After the initial hesitant conversation, they started exploring subjects they were both into. Their conversation was easy and relaxed. Occasionally, he’d glance across and they would briefly make eye contact, and smile. They discussed books – he liked Sci Fi, she liked Thomas Hardy. They talked films and TV, and talked politics and music. They loved it when they agreed, but loved it even more when they disagreed and playfully mocked each other’s choices. The longer their conversation lasted, the more of it they spent smiling and laughing.

After about an hour, she noticed him shiver – and realised he must be freezing because his clothes were still wet.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to say to a guy ‘let’s get you out of those wet clothes’ – but for now, I think you’re going to have to make do with coffee to warm you up.”

With a cheeky smile, she pulled off the road, and drove into a hotel. They found the coffee shop just off the reception, and once inside they settled down opposite each other in one of the booths. He then saw just how spectacularly good looking she was, and for the first time he drowned in the pools of hazel that were her eyes. Like her hair, her irises had little flecks in them – and that’s what seemed to make them sparkle. The coffee came, and as she was getting warm in the cosy restaurant, she took off her jacket. No longer hidden by the loose outer clothing, Don for the first time saw the shape of her breasts, and the nipples poking playfully at him. She caught him looking at her chest and raised her eyebrows and tilted her head to one side. As she did so the light twinkled on the expensive earring that dangled down.

“See anything you like?”

The conversation, and with it their relationship had clearly reached a crossroads. Don had two choices. Defuse the merter escort rising sexual tension with a witty quip and go back to talking music, or turn the dial up another notch. With the flecks in her eyes twinkling at him, and her glossed lips curled into the faintest of smiles, there was only one way it was going to go.

“Actually, I think you are absolutely perfect!” Then he raised his eyes in embarrassed disbelief. “Oh my God, I can’t believe I actually said that!”

“In that case, I think it really is time we got you out of those wet clothes!” and with that she dropped some cash on the table and was heading for the hotel check in desk before Don realised what was happening. At the hotel reception, Don thought he detected the faintest smile from the receptionist when she asked if they had any luggage to collect from the car.

With a “Nothing we can’t handle” comment his…what was she?.. friend, lover, driver? .. headed for the lift. As the doors glided shut, their eyes locked together, and as they moved towards each other for the kiss they both knew was inevitable, the lift jerked to a halt. The doors slid open and the two of them simultaneously sprang apart, smirking like naughty eleven year olds, as a hotel maid smiled and got in. As the lift moved up he slid his hand over to hers, and she held and gently caressed it with her pale, slender fingers. There was an ache in his chest, and it seemed his stomach had suddenly given birth to a swarm of butterflies that were battling to get out. He couldn’t swallow; his mouth felt dry. It was still about the only part of him that was. The musty smell of his drying clothes contrasted sharply with the expensive perfume she wore.

Once inside, their first action was the kiss that had almost happened earlier. It was long, unhurried, tender – and, thought Don, all the better for the wait. He gradually felt her nervously unbuttoning his shirt, and with the briefest break in the kiss, she looked into his green eyes: “I told you that you have to get out of these wet clothes – you need to warm up in the shower.”

The memory of the way they had washed, caressed and explored each other’s bodies with their hands and mouths, the way she looked wrapped in the fluffy, white hotel towel, and the way she had let it slide to the floor as she led him to the bed was so vivid that he was sure she was still here with him. But the words of the note came back to him “Just live in my memory, you’ll always be there”. He sat on the hotel bed with that same towel wrapped round his torso, the torso that only a few hours earlier her legs had been wrapped round.

He looked at the crumpled bed and thought again of last night. He was not inexperienced when it came to sex, but the intensity of their lovemaking had been something entirely new to him. He remembered the first time: maslak escort their eyes had been locked together in fierce concentration. He recalled the taste of blood as he kissed her, after she had bit her lip in the intensity of the moment.

After that, their hours of repeated lovemaking had become varied and fun, without losing any of the passion and tenderness. At one point, as he lay on his back with her astride him, riding him in long, slow movements. He looked at her:

“I don’t even know your name.”

“Tomorrow is for names, now shut up and kiss me again.”

In the end, sapped of the last drips of energy they had fallen asleep. He on his back with his right arm around her caressing her breast, and her on her side with her head on his shoulder and right arm and leg draped over his body. As he drifted into the kind of sleep that only exhausting, fulfilling sex can bring, he wondered what tomorrow had in store.

He looked again at the note …..

July 16th, 3 years later

“I don’t know why you still hitch hike!” Aunt Beth said as she kissed him goodbye.

“I told you, I like to meet and talk to people”

“Maybe you’ll meet a nice girl then. It must be a couple if years since you had anyone in tow for more than a few weeks.”

“Ah, you know me, too picky – just never met the right person.”

But Don had never told anyone the real reason that he still hitched this journey but drove his car everywhere else – and he also had never told anyone that he had already met the right person. His wallet still held that precious note. He didn’t look at it any more, simply because he didn’t need to. He knew every word, knew every punctuation mark, and knew the shape of every letter her perfect hand had created.

Today was hot and bright. Don thought that if it wasn’t to be his silver dream machine, then a convertible would be a cool ride today. In the end it was a Merc – not a silver SLK, but shiny, black four by four with heavily tinted windows. The passenger window hummed down and the voice of an angel said:

“You look like you could use a ride, get in.”

There was a second while the voice and words sank in, and Don looked again into those shining, twinkling, smiling eyes. He opened his mouth to say something and his eyes caught a movement in the back seat. The bright green eyes of the two year old little girl stared inquisitively at this strange man leaning in at the window. Don had seen those eyes before, in the mirror – every morning. He looked back to the woman in the front seat, who just smiled and nodded.

The warmth of her hand as she explained was small consolation. He could feel the gold ring that had been missing three years ago. The ring that the man she loved had given her, but he couldn’t give her the thing that was missing from their lives. Don could – and had.

As he watched the tail lights fade into the distance, he took the note from his wallet, and let it fall away in the evening summer breeze. Time to get on with his life …

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The words of the note are a bit of a give-away. But the song the story is based on is “All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You” performed by Heart and written by Robert John “Mutt” Lange.