Text message: “Coming to town. Want to have a drink?”

“Sure. How about the Four Seasons?”

“Great. See you at 8?”

“See you at 8.”

And with that, the butterflies started in her stomach. It was just a drink. Nothing to get excited about. But in the back of her mind, she hoped for more. She hoped that he would come alone, without his wife. She hoped that he was thinking the same thing that she was.

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She stepped carefully on marble floor outside the bar, not wanting to slip in the high heels that she wasn’t in the habit of wearing. A quick tug at her skirt to make sure that it was straight, a tuck of her hair behind her ear and a glance in the mirror beside the entrance to make sure her lipstick was still on.

She looked around the darkened bar, hoping she wasn’t there first. No. There he was. Her stomach dipped, as she walked towards him, grateful for the carpeting that kept her heels steady. He stood up and reached for her hand, as if to shake it but instead drew her in to him for a hug and respectable kiss on the cheek.

His cologne almost felled her as she lingered in the embrace, perhaps just a moment too long.

“It’s so good to see you” he said, and led her to the chair beside, not across from him.

“You too. You look… You look wonderful” her voice squeaked a little.

The prompt waiter came up and placed two champagne glasses on the table.

She looked at Derek quizically.

“I ordered your favourite.”

And at that, the waiter pulled a silver bucked from the table behind him that contained her favourite rose champagne.

Sarah looked up at Derek: “You remembered.” She wasn’t surprised, really. He was a man who remembered these things, who noted the details, who knew what it meant when she bit her bottom lip and went quiet. He knew her. Really knew her. Because he was a lot like her.

“Of course” Derek replied, regaining his seat, beside her.

“It was so long ago.”

“Yes. Some things you never forget.”

The waiter popped the cork, causing both of them to break their gaze and look up at him, as if surprised that he was still there. They waited until he poured and placed the bottle back in the bucket.

“You look wonderful” Sarah said again.

“You already said that.”

“I esenler escort know. Sorry.”

He smiled and then reached for the glasses and handed one to her.

“A toast?”

Sarah nodded.

“To….” he paused. “Us?”

“To us…” she repeated.

They clinked glasses and took a sip, all the while watching each other carefully.

“So how is Margaret?”

Derek looked at Sarah and sighed a little. He put his glass down.

“Do you really want to know?”

“No. Not really.”

“I didn’t think so. Why did you get in touch with me?”

Sarah took another sip, using some time to decide how to answer him.

“I wanted to make sure I didn’t cause any trouble.”

“With your blog post, you mean?”

She nodded.

“I don’t think she read it.”

Sarah was relieved, and a little irritated, at the same time. She had spent a lot of time worrying about writing what she had about her past, a past that included Derek and the awful way she had broken his heart, and her own. She worried that Margaret knew about their past and would be upset to read it and more to the point, would be upset with Derek about it, as if he had anything to do with the post being written.

“Did… was what you wrote true? You left me because your ex threatened us?”

“Yes. I didn’t know what exactly he was capable of but I knew he was capable of something.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? Did he hit you? Ever?” Derek was getting a little aggitated.

“Once.”

He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. Sarah leaned forward then and grabbed his hand, grabbed at the opportunity of his vulnerability to make amends, something she had wanted to do for years.

“I swear to you Derek. I never would have hurt you that way, I never would have left if I didn’t in my heart and soul believe that he could have hurt you, or worse. I loved you.”

He opened his eyes and refocused on her face, seeing her earnestness but feeling the pain return.

“I wanted to marry you, you know.”

“I know.”

“Do you? Do you know how much I wanted to be with you?”

“As much as I wanted to be with you, I suppose.”

“If only…”

“Yes, if only…”

They dropped their hands and both leaned atakent escort forward to retrieve their champagne glasses, both breathing in the electricity around them, afraid to say more. Afraid to not say enough.

“Some things never change”, Derek almost whispered. “I still love you.”

He had said it. He had put his heart on the line, once again. With every risk that it would be crushed again.

“We don’t know each other anymore. It was so long ago.”

“Then why did you write about it?”

“Because I think about it, and you, every single day. Because it was never over. Because…”

Derek reached for her glass and put it on the table. He put his hand behind her head and drew her close. Their lips met, at first lightly feathering but as a minute passed, more fervently.

They pulled apart slightly and looked at one another.

“Let’s go”, he said.

They got up as though of one mind and walked out of the bar. Derek pulled a key card from his pocked, cocked an eyebrow at her and they went without talking further, hand in hand, to the elevator.

Sarah was trembling, not from fear but glorious anticipation. What should have happened years ago was finally going to happen and she didn’t care. She didn’t care about the consequences at that moment. She didn’t want to think about what would happen tomorrow. All she knew was that this had to happen then. Derek put his arm around her shoulder, bringing her in tight and calming her nerves a little. She felt safe in his arms. She knew he would never hurt her.

They entered the dark room and as the heavy hotel door slammed shut behind them, he pulled her to him, embracing her softly but ever so tantalizingly, drawing out her agony and desire. She dropped her handbag, her coat and freed her arms to encircle his neck, holding him tightly to her, feeling his desire. He pulled her towards the bed and they sat on the edge, still embracing, though now with all their desire spilling over to the edge of restraint. She pulled back to reach for his shirt buttons, slowly, agonizingly undoing each one and finally pushing it back off of his shoulders. She put his hands on his chest and felt his heart beating so fast, so hard. She let him pull the sweater she was beykent escort wearing over her head and ran his fingers through his hair as he leaned in to reach for the clasp of her bra, releasing her breasts. He pulled it off of her and ran his fingers over her nipples, already stiff and begging to be sucked. He indulged them and dipped in to taste them, gently suckling her and driving her desire to new heights. He pushed her gently back so that she was lying on the bed, waiting for him, as it should have been, as he had imagined so many times in his mind’s eye. He undid her skirt and gently peeled it off, leaving only her silken underpants between them.

“Are you joining me?” Sarah asked, a wicked grin on her face.

Derek had already kicked off his shoes and was removing his trousers as she said this, needing no prompting and wanting only to have Sarhavre himself. He lay beside her and gently gathered her into his arms, pulling her up so that he could embrace her once again, exploring her mouth gently with his tongue and slowly, drawing hers in to his mouth, sucking it gently, all the while holding her tightly against him. Their kisses became more demanding, more wild and they both knew that they needed to finish what they had started so that they could start all over again. Sarah hooked her thumbs in to his underwear, sliding them down and as she did so, she kissed then end of his penis which had jumped up, as if it was seeking her embrace.

Derek groaned and rolled Sarah over on to her back, pulling down her underwear and returning to their embrace all the while holding her to him, steady and strong, kissing and sucking that little soft spot on the side of her neck that he knew drove her over the edge. He knew because they had gotten that far years ago. But they had been careful to go no further. Now there was nothing stopping them. He pulled back to look into Sarah’s face, to see his desire reflected in her eyes and then he gave himself up to her with full abandon. She reached down and guided him in to her and as he slid in to her warm well, they both gasped, realizing that they were a perfect fit for one another. He pulled back almost completely and watched her moan and arch her back in anticipation of their coming back together and as he plunged in to her again and again, and she met him stroke for stroke, they abandoned themselves to the pleasure. For the first time in her life, Sarah came with a violence that shook her to her core. Her spasming walls drove Derek to the edge and as he pumped a few final strokes, he knew that nothing would ever be the same for him again. She was his. And he was hers.

As he pulls into her driveway around midnight, Luke looks around and spots her peaking through the blinds. Cynthia notices him and drops the blinds and leans against the wall thinking what she’s gotten herself into. It was just some playful on line chat that made her want to meet him. Luke steps out of his car and walks towards the door at a leisurely pace. She walks to the door and takes a deep breath before opening it. As he reaches to knock she slowly opens the door. Her beauty takes him in at first glance. He reaches taking her hand in his. Raising it he kisses her hand gently and says “Hello”. Cynthia blushes and returns his greeting. She leads him into her house and closes the door behind them.

Luke turns to her at the sound of the door closing and approaches her. He wraps his arms around her and kisses her deeply. As she returns his kiss he can feel her body melt as she her tension subsides. As they kiss she begins to breathe harder and deeper. She presses her body into his feeling the bulge in his pants fueling her desire. She kisses him harder as she runs her fingers up into his hair pulling him into her. He reaches down grabbing her legs to pick her up. She wraps her legs around his waist as he moves her to the bedroom. He lays her down on the bed as they break their kiss. She reaches up and pulls his shirt off exposing his bare chest. He leans back in and gently bites the nape of Cynthia’s neck. She moans with delight at his touch. He reaches down and lifts her blouse exposing her firm breasts and hard nipples.

Luke slowly şirinevler escort kisses his way around her ample breasts as he holds them in his hands. He sucks one nipple deep in his mouth and flicks it with his tongue as he gently rolls the other with his free hand. She arches her back giving him access all of her breast as he alternates between her nipples. She grinds her hips into him as her excitement builds. He feels the moist heat of her wet sex passing through her pants into his. He reaches down and slides her pants off exposing her cum soaked panties. As he drops the clothing to the floor he lowers his face to her panties and begins to lick her cum off of them. Luke buries his face in her panties, licking her clit through the panties. She reaches down and grabs his hair and pulls him into her as she grinds his tongue into her pussy.

He moves her panties to the side and sees her shaven pussy in full bloom dripping with her cum. He licks her lips from bottom to top and back again sending electricity through her body. Luke thrusts his tongue in her waiting pussy as she grabs the bed and arches in ecstasy. She moans loudly as her excitement builds. He moves his tongue back to her clit as he slides a finger in her tight hole. Tightening her muscles around his finger as it enters her she grinds her pussy into his face once again. Grabbing his hair again she growls loudly as her body shudders as she explodes in his mouth and on his hand. Her body convulsing as her orgasm runs through her body like a train without topkapı escort brakes. He ravishes her sex as if he’d not eaten for days licking every drop of her.

Luke stands up to look upon Cynthia as she lay there twitching from aftershocks of her orgasm. He sits down nest to her and begins to run his hand over her body. She sits up and kisses him again tasting her cum on his lips. She pushes him down on the bed and unbuttons his pants exposing his throbbing bulge still trapped in his underwear. She pulls his underwear down as she lifts his cock out into view. Licking her lips she grabs him with her hand and begins to stroke him. She leans in and begins to bit and lick his nipples. She feels his cock grow thicker with her touch. As she lowers her mouth to his pulsing manhood she sees his precum about to drip onto his belly. She quickly licks it up tasting his saltiness as she takes his head into her mouth.

He gasps as she takes the full length of his cock to its base in one motion. The feeling of her tongue dancing on his head and shaft clear him mind of any other thoughts. Cynthia massages his balls as she continues to ride his cock with her mouth. His lust builds with every stroke. His mind is nearly blank as she sucks him deep and hard. He reaches down, as he can’t take any more and pulls her off his cock. He removes his pants completely and crawls onto the bed. She scurries back away from him as he approaches stopping at the headboard. Looking to each side she realizes she has nowhere to go. He moves çapa escort on top of her stopping to lick her nipples as he passes them. He leans in kissing her as the head of his cock presses against her pussy. She tries to slide down some so his cock will enter her.

Noticing her desire he grabs her legs and pushes them up to expose her wet sex to his cock. He slowly pushes his head inside her, watching as her lips part for his thickness. She grabs the headboard and gasps as he buries his shaft deep in her pussy. He takes her legs and puts them over his shoulders and holds them firmly. He begins to thrust his cock deep in her as she screams with the pleasure of his thickness. Lifting her legs up some he drives the head of his cock into her g-spot hard and fast. She braces her self against the headboard to keep from hitting it as he pounds her pussy. Her breasts move with each stroke of his cock. Her back arches off of the bed as she grips the headboard and sheets feeling her orgasm build. He relentlessly drives his shaft into her filling the room with the sounds of their skin slapping together and her moans of passion.

Her excitement builds to its peak and she roars as she explodes with orgasm stronger than the first. Her body lurches upward as her juices flow over his shaft and down his balls. The feeling and sounds of her cumming drive him over the edge as his orgasm explodes sending electric shocks through his body. She grinds her hips into him as his orgasm explodes pumping his hot cum deep in her pussy. She rides his cock enticing all of his milky cum out of his cock. Spent he takes her legs and puts them to one side turning her onto her side at the same time he lays down behind her with his spent cock still throbbing in her aching pussy. He wraps his arms around her holding her close as they catch their breath.

Sometimes he liked to get in the mood with a magazine or a book, maybe a video. The internet was good, too, because he could find words or pictures for more or less anything that worked for him. Best of all, though, was just to close his eyes and visualize. Sometimes remembering, sometimes imagining, maybe the two blurring into each other until he wasn’t sure whether it was something he did in the past or something he would like to do in the future. But once he was focussed, he could let the hand and mind co-ordination work their daily magic.

That was what he wanted now: the images in his head, the slow build-up, the growing urgency, the explosive release. Maybe today, if it was very special, he would let it rest a while and then try for a repeat. He stripped, settled into his favourite chair, stretched out his legs and relaxed. He’d already been to the drawer, chosen a few of his favourites and draped them over the arm of his chair.

He decided to start with the white ones. A kind of cotton/nylon material. He didn’t really know about fabrics. What he knew about these was the physical effect he could give himself with them. That and the recollection of how he came by them. She had told him she wasn’t a virgin – who was at twenty-one, these days? – but he found her to be unbelievably naive. She liked it when he used his mouth on her but when he asked her to reciprocate she was disappointing. He put it down to inexperience and suggested she should use her hands instead.

That was better – and better still when he retrieved her knickers from the floor of the car and showed her how to wrap them round his shaft. Once she had found the rhythm, slowly easing the soft material up from the base almost to the tip and back again, his erection was quickly firm and responsive. In the darkness of the car, he could still see the white garment being manipulated by her pale fingers, and that was good. He was pleased they were white. After a while, though, she seemed to grow impatient, tightened her grip, speeded up until he was nearly cumming. Not what he wanted. All the evidence suggested she was still at a very early stage of her sexual development. That would mean a nice tight cunt. Cumming in her knickers could wait.

A back seat fuck was never easy and their first efforts to find a satisfactory position were clumsy. Concerned about losing his hardness, he persuaded her on to her knees so he could mount her from behind. That worked. He gave himself a few quick strokes with his right hand, tested her for wetness. Pleased with what he found, he guided himself into her. Maybe she wasn’t quite as tight as he’d been expecting but it was good enough. By the fourth or fifth penetration, he was able to get his full length into her. Withdrawing, he found an angle of friction against the underside of his knob that was very exciting. He gripped her hips and pulled her on to him. Drove into her, pulled out, used his fingers to hold her open, then plunged in again. His balls swung through against her.

It couldn’t last long like that, and he soon felt the spunk rising, demanding release. After two more thrusts he jerked himself free in the nick of time, sending a series of short spurts on to her buttocks. He was fairly sure she hadn’t experienced an orgasm, or even come close to one, but she didn’t seem concerned. All she did was ask him to wipe her clean; in the absence of any tissues, she told him to use her knickers. That was when he had the idea of asking her to let him keep them – as a souvenir “of a great fuck,” he said. It hadn’t been great but in her naivety she seemed impressed. He could have the knickers. He never saw her again, but his collection had begun.

Remembering that night in the car, he took care to control the way he used the knickers now. They were loosely rolled round his cock, his grip no more than enough to keep them in place, warm and comfortable. The tempo was slow and intermittent. If a particularly vivid halkalı escort image came into his mind – the moment when his knob first encountered her slippery cunt lips – he allowed himself a tentative squeeze, a brief physical reminder. But this was only the overture, the warm-up, the trial run. When it had achieved its object, and his shaft was hard, the purple head prominent, he put the white garment to one side.

Its replacement was red, lacy and insubstantial. No point trying to replicate the treat he gave himself with the white ones. These had a different purpose. He just needed to keep himself simmering while a new set of images took over. There was a good technique he had developed, holding the tiny red briefs in one hand, letting them brush across his balls, lightly, so lightly up his shaft, twirl round the knob with just minimal contact. When his cock began to twitch and jerk of its own volition, as though seeking closer, more intimate involvement, he would begin again. Tantalising himself, bringing the moment closer yet holding it at bay while the new images formed.

They belonged to the aftermath of an office party. She was a temp who had been with them only a couple of weeks and was destined to move on again shortly. Acting as second girl in the MD’s office had kept her aloof from most of the staff. The grapevine said Penny was treading water until her fiancé came back from a job overseas and married her. When he found himself sitting next to her at dinner she proved to be unexpectedly good company, easy to talk to and not as superior as the office gossip had suggested. Fortunately, the Chief Accountant, the Company bore, was on her other side so it was easy to monopolise her.

The year in the City had been good and the Company hadn’t stinted on the party. At first, he had filled and refilled Penny’s wine glass as a matter of courtesy but it wasn’t long before he began to wonder if alcohol wasn’t making her just a little susceptible. It needed only a few carefully loaded questions about her absent other half to make him think the signals coming back might be favourable. He knew he wasn’t mistaken when she put her hand on his thigh under the table. For confirmation, he excused himself for leaning across her to reach a wine bottle and used the movement to brush against a substantial right breast. Far from recoiling, she moved against him while giving his thigh a squeeze.

Some watchful manoeuvring when the party broke up eventually allowed him to offer her a lift without attracting unwanted attention. Penny said she had intended to take a taxi but was happy to take up his offer. In the car, she didn’t hesitate. Hardly had they set off before she said, “I think we both know what’s going to happen, and I think you should know it’s what I want, too. There’s no point pretending – Andrew has been away for nearly three months.” She let that sink in for a moment, then went on, “Three months and no sex. Not good for me. I need sex. You’ve no wedding ring so I take it you’re not married?”

“No.”

“Good. Then the sooner we get somewhere where we can fuck, the better. My place, if you don’t mind.” She gave him directions. While he drove, she unzipped him and massaged his cock. “Can you cope with this?” she asked. “Don’t want to spoil things for later.”

“I’m OK,” he replied, “as long as your careful.”

“Trust me. I want that beautiful thing inside me for a long time before I stop being careful.”

It wasn’t as easy as he’d tried to make it seem. By the time of the party his sexual cv was long and varied. For evidence there was a growing collection in his souvenir drawer. But he’d never before experienced a woman as direct and self-assured as his passenger here. To his relief, they arrived at her apartment while he was still short of embarrassing himself.

Inside, she led him straight to the bedroom, turned on a soft-music stereo and some subdued lighting. The bed was merter escort large. There was a mirrored wardrobe along one wall. It was a boudoir for sex. He wondered how often Andrew had watched himself in the mirror while stuffing his cock into one or other of Penny’s orifices. Wondered, too, if he was the first to be offered the chance during Andrew’s absence. If hunger was any guide, he probably was for Penny was voracious. While he was still fumbling with cufflinks and buttons, Penny had shed all but the flimsy bra and pantie set in matching red. Her generous tits were barely supported by the fragile strip beneath them. The panties served only to emphasise the curve of her mound.

She helped him discard the rest of his clothes, took him to the bed and made him lie on his back. “As this is my treat,” she said, “I get to choose. I want you to taste me first.” So saying, she knelt astride his head, slowly lowering herself towards his face. When she pulled the miniscule material to one side, the invitation was unmistakable. He snaked out his tongue as she lowered herself completely. Afterwards, he couldn’t be sure – given that he could only see the cheeks of her arse – whether her fingers had made a contribution as well as his tongue, but a huge, shuddering orgasm plundered her body in the shortest imaginable time.

It was the first of many. Instructed by Penny, he used his tongue, fingers and his rampant cock to take her to the edge and beyond more times than he could afterwards count. How he avoided cumming himself throughout this onslaught was entirely due to Penny; she seemed to know intuitively when he was on the brink and could always find a way to keep him from toppling over. Until she finally said, “It’s time. You’ve been very good for me. Now it’s your turn.”

As she turned on to her back, he asked “What about -?”

“Condoms? Don’t be stupid. Forget it. Just come and fuck me. Make it hard as you like and when you’re ready to cum, don’t hold back.”

He didn’t. He lifted her ankles on to his shoulders and knelt with the head of his cock lodged against her now sopping outer folds. “Ready?”

“Ready.” She smiled up at him, linked her ankles behind his neck, pulling him down. “Fuck me!”

Perhaps it was the long preliminaries that had helped him over the dangerous initial period of enflamed desire, perhaps it was a steely control he never knew he had but, whatever the reason, he settled into a long, delicious ride. Their bodies locked, rocked like a single entity, the only sounds his grunting and her moans with each vigorous thrust, together with the suction as cock and cunt briefly parted company before reuniting. On and on in a rising tide of lust until with one last feverish burst of repeated insertions he deluged her innermost recesses.

They rested for a while but he knew it was over. She became a little more distant, gathering up her clothes, handing him his discarded things until she said, “I’m glad we did that. I really needed it and you were good. But I have to tell you there will be no repeats. Please don’t spoil it by approaching me in the office, or trying to phone me. It was a one-off. I hope you will remember it with pleasure.”

There was no point in arguing. He had seen how single-minded she could be. He contented himself with collecting another souvenir for his drawer.

It was that red scrap of fabric that he had used so knowingly to accompany his reminiscences, but now it was time to move on. He placed the red with the white. For the finale he had chosen a pair of very expensive silk french knickers in navy blue. Applying them to his engorged cock was a delicate business; he relished the sensual silken embrace but couldn’t afford to indulge too soon. His grip, as he began to masturbate, was as subtle as a breath of wind on a field of corn.

Strangely – or perhaps not – the aids he had chosen for this session all related to one-night stands. Lady beşiktaş escort Audrey F—–ham may seem an unlikely candidate for copulation out of context but he had learned never to be surprised by anything, certainly not by a woman’s sexual desires.

He had been asked to call at Lady Audrey’s country home to discuss setting up a family financial trust. When he arrived, she explained that her husband was in Scotland shooting but that should not prevent them from discussing the preliminaries and getting some details down on paper. He was rather more curious when she offered to make him a cup of tea or coffee herself because, she said, it was the staff’s day off.

They worked in her husband’s study, Lady Audrey sitting in a straight-backed chair to one side, allowing him to use his laptop on the desk. The formalities took no more than half an hour but Lady Audrey was in no hurry to let him go. She showed an interest in his laptop. Her husband, she said, knew about computers (indicating a monitor on a pull-out shelf) but they were all a mystery to her. She crossed her legs, allowing her skirt to ride several inches above her knee before asking, “Can you access pornography? Is it something you know how to do?”

For a titled woman who had just allowed him to enter on a form that she was sixty-five years of age, it was an unexpected, almost breathtaking question. When he didn’t answer for a moment, she said, “I don’t really get the chance to ask anyone – I couldn’t ask Sir Michael. But we have one of these internet connection things and I would like it if you could show me.” While he still hesitated, she added, “I’m no prude, you know.”

Once the connection had been found, it was the simplest task to run up some basic images which she had no hesitation in approving. She remarked almost disbelievingly on the size of some of the cocks on display. She asked if moving pictures were available and he provided those as well. By this time she was standing beside him; he was still seated. Still watching the video stream, she took his hand and guided it under her skirt.

Nothing more was said by either of them in the next extraordinary half-hour. She merely made soft noises of encouragement as his hand moved up her stockinged leg to caress cool thigh before sliding under the leg of her knickers. He was no longer surprised when he found that she was very receptive to his invading fingers. Breathing deeply, she savoured his touch for some minutes. Then she took his hand away, moved back from him and lifted her skirt, holding it round her waist. She wore the dark blue french knickers. Matching suspenders held up her stockings.

She pushed away his laptop and lay back on the desk. He was more aroused by the circumstance in which he found himself than he could ever remember, and could not have helped himself if at that moment Sir Michael had walked in the door. Lady Aubrey lay back waiting. He dropped his trousers and shorts. His cock, unassisted, was erected. Lovingly he removed the dark blue knickers before applying his mouth to a moisture fringed cunt surmounted by a neat triangle of grey hair. He slid two fingers inside and sucked her to orgasm. When it was apparent she was ready for more, he took his cock in his hand and fucked her with unrestrained endeavour. She worked with him, gasping and moaning but still saying nothing, until suddenly her back arched and she came. He withdrew and shot spunk on to her stomach.

Minutes later, she recovered and brushed down her skirt, indicating that he should disconnect his laptop. “Thank you,” she said. “For someone of my generation to read about the kind of things that are so generally available these days, it is very frustrating not to be able at least to sample them. To know what one was missing. You have been very helpful. But I am must run along and no doubt you have to get back. Are sure there is nothing you would like before you leave.?”

Which was how the dark blue knickers were added to his collection. And now were bringing him to the familiar delicious conclusion. His grip became firmer, the speed increased, he felt the spasm. He watch the wet stain spread slowly across the silk.

After a shower, he thought, he might indeed try again.

Liz slowly perused the choice of snack crackers at the small grocery store, which was minimal. She picked out a couple boxes and placed them in her basket next to the apples, bananas and cheese she’d already selected. Her task had been snack food. Her husband, Ben, was an aisle over looking for vegetables. They met at the end of their respective aisles and walked over to where their friends, Darren and Carrie, were looking at wine.

“Anything good?” asked Ben.

“Ask the expert here,” replied Darren, jerking his thumb towards his wife. “I got the beer.”

Carrie smiled and pulled a bottle of white off the shelf. “I’ve heard good things about this one,” she said, glancing over at Liz.

“Whatever you want,” Liz replied with a wave of her hand and a smile. “You know me, I’ll drink whatever.”

Carrie grabbed a second bottle, and then a third. “This should do…for now.”

Darren groaned and mimed a sore arm as Carrie deposited them in his basket. “That’s about all I’m good for here,” he joked. “A pack mule.”

“Oh, whatever! What did you play all that football if it wasn’t to prepare you to carry groceries for your devastatingly hot wife?” giggled Carrie as she playfully poked him in his firm stomach.

“Besides…,” she said, looking over at Liz, giving her a wink. “You’ve got other skills” Liz blushed and felt her husband put his hand on her back as the two couples walked towards the solitary check-out counter.

“Have we got everything we need?” asked Ben with a glance out the window. Snow had started falling several hours before and according to the weather reports, it wasn’t supposed to stop for a while. “We might not get another chance to come back down here tomorrow.”

“If we forget anything, we’ll just send you and Darren out on the skis,” replied Carrie. “Liz and I will just camp out by the fireplace and drink the wine.”

“Sounds good to me,” said Liz with a laugh.

Liz, being unanimously voted as the most responsible of the group, was in charge of the cash and keeping track of receipts for the weekend getaway so she stepped up to the register. When the young clerk got to the wine, she looked at Liz and said, “I’m going to need to see some I.D.”

“I’m flattered,” smiled Liz, as she handed it over to the clerk. She heard some chuckles behind her. Liz was still getting carded even though she hadn’t been under 21 for about five years. Liz liked to think it was her youthful looks that convinced clerks and bartenders the world over to continue asking for I.D., but she figured that if she was going to be honest with herself it was most likely just her petite frame and the fact she had pulled her brown hair back into a pony tail for the day’s worth of travel.

The clerk handed the license back with an apologetic look, “Sorry…you know…rules and all.”

“Oh, I don’t mind,” she replied.

The transaction complete, the foursome left the quaint country store bracing themselves against the cold wind that hit them as they opened the door. They loaded their groceries into Darren and Carrie’s SUV for the drive to the cabin they’d rented for the weekend, which was a couple miles further down the road. Darren and Ben climbed into the front seats, while Carrie and Liz hopped into the back. As Darren eased the car out of the lot, Liz noticed the snow was already a couple inches deep and there were only a few tire marks going down the road in the direction they were headed.

Liz let her mind wander a bit as she watched the woods and snow fly by the window of the car. Renting the cabin had originally been Darren and Carrie’s idea. Liz had been surprised they had wanted to include her and Ben, as the other couple had been married less than a year. Surely they’d want to have a romantic vacation alone, Liz had thought at the time. But they’d insisted that Ben and she join them and had invited another couple they all knew as well. Unfortunately, the other friends had to drop out at the last minute due to their flight getting canceled. So it was just the two couples heading up the road to the cabin for three days.

She felt a hand on her arm. “Liz…,” said Carrie. Liz swiveled her head. She hadn’t been paying attention.

“Yes?”

“You awake back there Liz?” asked Darren smiling. “I asked whether you need any more heat.”

“Oh no, thanks, I’m fine,” she answered. “Just looking at the snow.”

“Just checking…,” replied Darren.

“We don’t want you getting chilly,” chimed in Ben, looking in the side mirror trying to see his wife’s face behind him.

Liz turned to the window again and pursed her lips. Ben always got a little anxious around Darren, particularly when Darren paid special attention to her. Ben and Darren got along well when it was just the guys, but despite numerous instances of Liz assuring Ben she no longer had feelings for Darren, Ben just couldn’t seem to relax. Liz’s mind went back to college, when she had dated Darren. There had been some fun times, but she couldn’t forget the hurt he’d caused her as well. They’d parted as friends, but she never had any desire to be in a relationship with him again. Ben knew all of this, and had known Darren at the time, but he didn’t seem to be able to let it go completely. Liz had made many efforts to show Ben she was unconditionally devoted to him, but she supposed she could never bahçelievler escort fully convince him.

She was jolted from her thoughts as she felt the car slip and fishtail a little on the snow covered road.

“Nice one hot shot,” joked Carrie as she playfully hit her husband’s shoulder from behind.

“Not while I’m driving, woman!” Darren grinned and slowed the car down to turn off onto a side road that led to their cabin. There were no tire tracks in the snow here and the road was only wide enough for the SUV. Trees hemmed it in on either side.

“Looks like we’ve got the place to ourselves,” commented Ben.

“Yeah, the girl I talked to on the phone said the other cabin up here hadn’t been rented this weekend,” replied Darren. “So we’re it.”

“Lovely,” said Carrie. “I’m actually glad it’s just us.” A couple hundred yards later as they pulled up to where they’d be staying, Liz realized that “cabin” was really an understatement. It looked more like a comfortable, mountain home from the outside. Darren parked the car and they climbed out, waded through the snow that had accumulated and made their way to the porch. Carrie found the key where the rental agency had told her it was and unlocked the door.

It opened into what looked like a mud room, with a clothes washer and dryer and a place to hang their coats. Carrie kicked off her boots. “Hey, let’s get the car unloaded,” Darren said. He looked at Carrie, “Why don’t you and Liz stay in here and unpack things while Ben and I bring the stuff in.”

“Sounds good to me,” said the women, almost in unison. So while the guys traipsed back outside, Carrie and Liz took off their coats and boots and began to explore. The mud room led to a large room which contained the kitchen, a small dining area and a larger open space with a fireplace and a couple expansive couches and comfy chairs. A hallway led to three bedrooms in the back of the house. Two bedrooms shared a bathroom and the other, larger bedroom had a bathroom all its own.

“This is quite a cabin,” said Carrie sarcastically, putting air quotes around the word cabin.

“Totally,” said Liz. “Come check out this bathroom,” she called from the main bedroom. Carrie joined her and saw a large jacuzzi-style tub against one wall.

“Nice!” she exclaimed. “Who gets this room?”

“Oh, you two can have it…you planned all this,” said Liz sweetly. “Just as long as I can use the tub at some point,” she added laughing.

“Deal! Let’s go help the guys.”

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Darkness descended earlier than the couples were used to because of the clouds and higher latitudes, but they’d brought in plenty of firewood from the pile stacked in a shed behind the house. A fire was crackling in the fireplace and the dinner dishes had been cleaned up. “Excellent work you two,” said Carrie as she flopped down on the couch beside her husband, her back to his side and her legs up over the arm of the couch. She took a sip of her wine from the glass she held carefully.

“Oh, sure thing,” said Ben. “Ya’ll are on dinner duty tomorrow night, and we expect excellent things,” he chided. After the couples had gotten their bags and food stowed in the house, Ben and Liz had set out exploring what the kitchen had to offer in the way of cooking implements. Like most rentals it was pretty sparse, but they had done what they could with the limited cookware and had prepared some pasta in a white wine sauce with mushrooms.

“Challenge accepted,” said Darren with a grin. “I noticed a pair of snowmobiles in the shed out back when Ben and I were getting firewood. We should get those out tomorrow if the snow lets up.”

“Definitely,” said Ben. “It’s still coming down pretty hard though now.” As if to reenforce his words, the wind blew strongly, rattling something outside the window and pushing a cold gust down the chimney, making the flames flicker. Liz snuggled closer to her husband.

“I sure hope it dies down. I want to get outside tomorrow…can’t stay cooped up in here all day,” said Darren. “I’d go stir-crazy.”

Carrie reached up and touched his cheek with her finger tips, “Oh, I don’t know honey…I could think of a few things we could do to keep you from going crazy…”. She winked at him and then looked over at Ben and Liz.

Darren grinned. “Aw, well, you know I can’t say no to you. Guess it wouldn’t be all bad, eh Ben?” asked Darren rhetorically.

Liz saw Ben smile awkwardly. He chuckled, but Liz could tell it was forced. He never did well even joking about these sorts of things with other people. She smiled a much more natural smile and played along. “This place definitely has a romantic feel to it…you two shouldn’t have invited us in the first place. You could have had it all to yourselves.”

“Oh, we’d get bored up here all by ourselves,” said Carrie. “Believe it or not, there’s only so much of Darren I can take.” Darren mimed a hurt look and then chuckled at the double entendre.

Now it was Liz’s turn to feel flushed, and she was sure it wasn’t from the heat of the fire to her right. Carrie winked at her slyly and got up. “Who needs some more wine?”

All three raised their glasses as Carrie walked back to the sitting area with what remained in the second bottle. “Just enough to top everyone off. We’re going bakırköy escort to need to go back to the store before the weekend is over.”

“What were we thinking only getting three bottles…,” said Ben laughing. “Who was responsible for wine anyway?” he asked jokingly.

“That would be this one,” said Darren playfully as he wrapped his arms around his wife as she sat back down. “Don’t worry, I’ll properly reprimand her later tonight. Just ignore any squealing you might hear.”

At that, all four of them laughed, any awkwardness from Carrie’s previous comments melting away. Liz rested her head on Ben’s shoulder as she sipped. The conversation shifted to updates on jobs, mutual friends and Carrie and Darren’s new home they’d purchased a couple months ago. Liz could feel the wine going to her head. She had a nice buzz and was a little fuzzy-headed from the combination of wine, the fire and her desire for Ben, which had been stoked by Carrie’s earlier behavior. She reached over and clasped Ben’s hand and gave it a squeeze.

“I think we should call it a night,” she said as she emptied her glass and smiled at him.

“It is getting late,” agreed Carrie as she leaned back and laid her head on Darren’s lap, her blonde hair fanning out over his thighs. “Will you take me to bed?” she said playfully looking up at him.

“I don’t know, I think I’ve had too much wine. You might take advantage of me,” he joked.

“We’ll leave you two to work it out,” said Ben as he caught Liz’s desire flicker in her eyes and stood. Liz stood with him, wobbling and clutching at him to stabilize herself.

“Good night you two,” said Liz, smiling as Ben led her down the hallway to their bedroom.

“We’re right behind you,” answered Carrie.

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Liz emerged from the bathroom in a short nightie and panties. Ben was waiting for her. They immediately embraced, their lips touching sweetly but firmly. “I was wondering how long we would have to wait before heading to bed,” said Liz between kisses. “While the fire was nice, we could make our own warmth in here.” The wine combined with somewhat risque conversation had managed to ignite her passions.

Ben broke away. “Oh, do you think Darren and Carrie tended the fire before going to bed?”

“I don’t know. Can it wait? I need you now,” pleaded Liz playfully.

“I don’t want the place to catch fire,” said Ben. “It’ll just be a sec.”

“Please hurry!” she said as she gave him a pouty look and then added, “And make sure they’re not still out there being naughty or something.”

Ben slipped out of the room and made his way down the short hall to the living area. He didn’t hear any sounds coming from the couch area. The fire had not been tended, so he made sure to push the few logs and embers that were still burning to the back of the fireplace and tried to cover them with ashes. That should do, he thought. On his way back down the hallway he walked past Darren and Carrie’s door and could hear the unmistakable sound of a bed squeaking in a distinct rhythm. Then a moan from Carrie. Then another, even louder. He stopped to listen. It must have been longer than he thought because he heard his own bedroom door open down the hall and saw Liz’s head poke out.

“What are you–,” she started to ask, but he shushed her with a finger to his lips. He then waved her down the hall to him. She tiptoed up to him as he pointed to their friends’ door.

There was another moan from behind the door. Liz’s eyes went wide. “Oh my,” she mouthed. They heard the bed continue to squeak at regular intervals and Carrie’s moans were occasionally interspersed with a few grunts from Darren.

“They didn’t waste any time,” whispered Ben. Liz moved her hand down and pressed against Ben’s shorts, feeling his hardness beneath the fabric. She was surprised he was this excited.

“I don’t think we should waste any either,” she replied, meeting his eyes with hers. She was even more surprised that she was this excited.

They hurried back to their room and quietly closed the door. They were on each other in a second, kissing passionately, their tongues hungrily pushing their ways into each other’s mouths. Gone were the soft sensitive kisses of a moment earlier. These kisses had a purpose, a message. “I want you to fuck me,” these kisses demanded in no uncertain terms.

His hands were on her rear, pressing her body to his. He could feel the goosebumps on her shoulders and arms. “Warm me up,” she giggled.

As they kissed, Liz moved backwards towards the bed until she felt the back of her thighs touching the comforter. She broke away and lifted her nightie up over her head as Ben pulled his t-shirt off. She sat down on the edge of the bed and grasped the waistband of her husband’s shorts, eagerly pulling them down his legs. His erect penis sprang out and she grasped it lightly in her fingers. She smiled and took the tip of it in her mouth.

“Mmm, Liz,” Ben moaned. He watched his wife slide her lips down over his cock and bob her head, her tongue swirling all around him. “That feels so good baby,” he groaned softly and slid his fingers through her hair, urging her on. She looked up at him while she sucked his firm penis.

Liz was only able to stand this for a couple minutes; she was aching to have him fındıkzade escort inside her. She withdrew his cock from her mouth and inched back on the bed smiling naughtily. At the same time she pulled her panties down her legs. Her cheeks were flushed and her thighs nearly trembling with desire. Ben got the hint and climbed on top of her, slipping his hand down between her thighs.

“Mmm…so turned on honey,” he noted, feeling her wetness. “Was it me or listening to our friends?” he teased.

“A little bit of both,” Liz conceded with a naughty grin. They could still hear an occasional moan from the bedroom across the hallway. She pictured Darren and Carrie in her mind, naked, on their bed. She lost herself in the past for a moment and her mind drifted back to those days, until she was brought back to reality and her lover by his lips on her right breast. Her eyes refocused on him and she gasped with pleasure as he sucked on her nipple.

“It’s such a turn on that you’re turned on by them,” said Ben as he raised his head from her breast, as if he could read her mind.

“I’m so glad sweetie. I could say the same for you,” she said. This sort of urgency from Ben was a rarity and she marveled a bit at how much he seemed to desire her at the moment. The feeling was definitely mutual. “I want you inside me, Ben.”

Her words put a hungry look in Ben’s eyes. He grabbed her about the waist and bodily flipped her onto her stomach, positioning her on all fours on the bed so he could stand behind her. She gasped loudly and looked back over her shoulder. In four years of marriage, Liz could count on one hand the number of times Ben had taken her this way. He placed his hands on her hips and slowly pushed himself into her. The feeling of his cock filling her was familiar yet incendiary. She tossed her hair, and her eyes rolled back. “Oooh my God, Ben!” she moaned quite loudly.

“They might hear you,” said Ben between breaths.

“Mmmm…,” Liz replied. “So what, they know what we’re doing.” She got a look in her eyes as if to say, “I want them to know.” With that she gasped loudly and said without concern for the thin walls. “Fuck me Ben!”

Ben took his cue and thrust hard and fast, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled himself into her. Their hips making those unmistakable, wet slapping noises as their bodies met time and time again. Liz moaned and whimpered throughout, just hanging on for the ride as her man took her from behind, like an animal. She reached down to find her already swollen clit and pressed to fingers to it, pushing herself towards the edge.

“I’m close Ben. I’m so close…” she whimpered. A pained grunt from Ben told her he was as well.

“Yesss…” he moaned. She began to pant as her orgasm quickly approached. He drove into her with vigor, their bodies slapping together. She moaned loudly and her legs quivered, sending a shudder through her form. She felt him explode inside her, emptying himself into her spasming body. The heat building inside her finally reached a crescendo and the orgasm took her. Liz arched her back and rode the sweet pleasure to its climax before collapsing onto the bed.

Ben crumpled on top of her, breathing heavily, his softening cock sliding from her still twitching pussy. “Oh Ben, that was amazing,” she worked to catch her breath as they lay together on the bed. She thought their bodies fit together so perfectly in this moment. “So good,” she whispered.

“I hope we weren’t too loud,” said Ben laughing. He smoothed her messy hair behind one ear and kissed her cheek sweetly.

“I hope we were!”

She was only half joking.

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Liz awoke to find light falling across her face. It wasn’t the harsh light of sunlight, but it definitely was daylight. She rolled over to find Ben had already arisen. She heard the toilet flush, which told her where he was. A moment later he emerged from the bathroom to see her awake and smiled. “Morning,” they said together. He leaned down to kiss her.

“Still snowing?”

“Yep, still pretty hard.”

“I’m hungry.”

“I’ll make some breakfast while you get up.”

“Muah,” Liz replied, mouthing a thank-you kiss.

As he left, she pulled herself out of bed and dug around in the sheets for her discarded panties. Finding them she went into the bathroom to pee. As she was brushing her teeth Liz thought about last night, thinking about how that was some of the hottest sex they’d had in a while. Sex with Ben was good. It was regular and passionate, but nothing about which you’d write to Guinness. But last night had an added flare – the knowledge that their friends were doing the same thing across the hall. It had certainly turned her on. She wondered if this weekend could be used to spice things up a bit, push the envelope, to use another overused metaphor. She giggled to herself. Liz pondered the idea of asking Carrie for advice. She hadn’t known Carrie as long as she’d known Darren and Ben, but that almost made it easier to talk to her about things like sex. Carrie was frank and open about her uninhibited sexuality. She had a lot more experience in many areas. Talking to her was totally different than talking to her long-time friends with whom she grew up. Those were friends Liz shared her hopes and dreams with, not her questions about sex. She rinsed her mouth out and went back out to the bedroom. She didn’t bother pulling a bra on over her petite breasts; no one would notice with the baggy sweatshirt she’d put on. She slipped on a pair of socks and some comfy, flannel pants and went out to see what Ben had been able to put together.

As the sun sets over the mountains, and the skies turn carroty, the hearts connect and the minds embrace. There is the beautiful being of a 5’6 frame, with plenty of space to spread. She has brown eyes and brings such happiness out of her man. A face to die for, a body to live for, she carries herself in such a manor allowing no one to see what isn’t there. A lightly tanned skin, with taut nipples exposed to the night air, she tries to pull away from the love she has enraptured herself with for months now. He is a man of a 6’0 frame, dark skin, hazel eyes, and muscles to also die for.

Tiffany Jessica Expression is her name and loving unconditionally is her game. Steven, Shane Danger is his name, and being a heart breaker is his game. They met in the light blue waters of Jamaica, and fell for each other instantly; they now are apart with her in Duncansville North Carolina and him in Charleston South Carolina.

It was a meeting that neither person could forget, because they were like an electric current passing through a piece of medal, attracted to each other, connected at the hip, and unable to forget once separated.

The two met after a party, and danced the night away, but before to long, the morning sun lifted into the sky, and the vacation was over, then they separated and parted ways.

The image was burned on Steven’s mind though about how sexy Tiffany was as she walked away from him in that bikini, and swayed so nicely, as if swaying to the breeze, as if inviting him to join her, but he knew he couldn’t follow, he had to get back and pack up, so he could leave.

Before he knew it, He was back in his apartment, all alone, and he had nothing to do, but think about her, and those moments, stolen, during those few days after meeting on the dance floor.

He knew one thing kept playing on his mind, and that was how her ass, and that bikini, made him want her even more, and only if he could get to her, but he knew that wasn’t to be.

He noticed that he had a rock hard erection by this point, and all he could do, was sit back in his e-z chair, and drop his hand to his jeans, and release his manhood, as memories of Tiffany flooded his brain.

A light moan escaped his lips as he realized how sensitive his cock was, but he could help himself, he was picturing everything from sex on the beach, to sex in the water, to back in the hotel, to right their on the dance for.

Before he finished his erotic dream, his hand was covered in his come, and he couldn’t figure out how he could have come so fast, and not even have realized it, but it didn’t really matter to him, he decided, he had better do something other than sit around and think about Tiffany, otherwise, he would rub himself raw.

He attempted to call her, and when the phone rang 5 times, with no voice mail, he just hung up the phone in frustration.

This did nothing but fuel his fire, so he rushed to the shower, and threw back the curtain, and jumped in for a long cold soak.

Ms. Tiffany on the other hand was none the worse for ware when she arrived home, just as happy as she could be, knowing that she had herself a catch, in Steven, and she wanted to relish in the feeling of being in this mans arms forever, but after that first night, she could have been his for all eternity, but she had to break away and get control of herself, and of the situation.

Sitting at her kitchen table, she let her mind wander back to how he caught her eye from across the room, even with the dim lights, and how devious he looked, but how she just wanted to suckle on his bottom lip, but she wouldn’t let herself be taken advantage of by another man, not even while on vacation.

She decided to see if he really wanted to play in the deep end, and she went and changed into a black body suit, and white pearly necklace, with a small anklet.

For someone of her complexion, it set the mood off just right, and for a first encounter, it certainly put the next move into his court, the question wasn’t what was he going to do, but how was he going to do it?

She remembered how he walked so smoothly over to her table and asked to buy her a drink, then how she so softly accepted, and they just stared into each others eyes, wondering not what to say, but letting the desire of two hungry lovers, of two starved animals speak for them, and then finally the silence was broken when he asked her to dance.

They dance to fast pop songs, they danced to reggae, then finally the moment came when a slow jam came over the loud speaker, and Tiffany froze in place.

It was like she was spellbound, she wanted to feel is body closer to her, but she didn’t want it to be obvious, but then when he pulled her into his arms, she just melted, and then it was on, and then they stayed that way for the rest of the evening.

By the end of the night, no kissing, or even necking was necessary, it was her intoxicating fragrance, mixing with his masculine body, and they were just raging piles of wanting flesh, but they didn’t escort şişli want to make it to obvious to the other person, so they walked away quietly wanting the other.

Tiffany shook her head trying not to remember how that first night she had to strip down to her nakedness and go for a swim in the Jamaican waters to cool off, because Steven had her so hot and bothered that she couldn’t rest, by him holding her close, and running his finger tips up and down her back, and slowly playing her spine like a saxophonist would play a fine melody.

Before the night was over she was back in her bed, and she couldn’t get him out of her mind, but he couldn’t get her out of his mind either.

They would meet the next day for lunch, and this is where things took the biggest turn during the vacation time, because they would have all kinds of seafood, and it would drive them into a frenzy, with the slurping, and teasing of each other, and finally it was more than Jessica could take.

She decided to take Steven back to her room, and the minutes turned into an hour, and that one hour turned into two, and that two turned into three, and that three turned into an all night visit.

While still daydreaming at her kitchen table, Tiffany wonders how that all night visit could have been different, could they have tried something different, could they have worked on different angles or something?

There is no way to know, but the key is, that is what bonded them together, because after bringing him into the room, she pushed him up against the door, and that is where the sensual play started, and the seduction of Steven’s Mind, body, and soul began.

She teased him from head to toe, teasing his ears, neck, collar bone, down to his nipples, as she removed his shirt, then taking off his shirt, she teased his belly button, all the way down to the floor.

She left him a quivering mess by the door, as she helped him remove his shoes, socks, and pants, leaving him in his boxers, and letting him stand their in only his boxers, she began nibbling at his cock through his boxers.

By this point Steven was begging for release, but Tiffany had so much more in store for him, that she wanted him to stay there and be tortured.

She could smell his arousal through his boxers, and it was turning her on, and she began to slowly and teasingly pull his boxers down, and as soon as his shaft sprang free, she captured it between her lips, and this caused a gasp of pleasure from Steven, as his knee’s almost buckled from the delightful pleasure.

He was so close to explosion, he couldn’t decide what he wanted more, to come in her mouth, to come all over her face and chest, or to calm down, and let the orgasm last.

He decided he would calm himself down, so he took control of the situation, and pulled Tiffany up, and began to strip her down quickly, because he knew he didn’t have much will power left.

Tiffany could see he was still rock hard, but with him pinching her nipples, which are a hot spot for her, and teasing her by nibbling her neck as well, she knew she didn’t stand a chance.

Finally Steven had her naked and spread on the bed just as he wanted her, and he began to rub her legs, and just as he worked up between her thighs, he noticed he didn’t have any condoms, and he looked at her with that pleading expression, trying to figure out what to do.

She knew she wasn’t on the pill, and without condoms she wasn’t going to have this man inside her, but she didn’t want to get pregnant, so she just say, “no condom, no sex.”

Steven knew that was the end of that one, for the moment, but he decided to give her one of the best orgasms she probably will ever have, and he dove into her with wild abandon, licking her clit, and then sliding two fingers inside her wetness to get to her G-spot.

She moans out loud, and begins soaking his face without a care in the world, but finally he finds the rhythm necessary that makes her squeak and squeal, which sounds like her coming.

Her hips rock and roll, and her legs shake, and she stops with one long sigh.

With the realization that she played out the entire evening, Tiffany realizes she stroked herself to a powerful orgasm right there at the table, right along with the thoughts of Steven licking her pussy.

Back at Steven’s apartment, after finishing his cold shower, he clicks on the TV and pulls up the night’s game featuring the Knicks against the Hornets. He leans back in his recliner and begins to notice his hardening cock with thoughts of Tiffany dancing in his imagination.

“I think I will go out for a drink, because I can sit here with her in my mind all night.”

So Steven gets up and packs his wallet and walks out to the bar down the street from his 3-bedroom townhouse. As he steps into the bar, and his eyes adjust to the lights being low and the soft music playing in the background, he smiles and wonders to himself.

“Dam this is totally not what I expected, for escort nişantaşı some reason this seems to be a chicks night out or something.”

He looks around and he notices all kinds of females around and he knows he can have his pick, if he plays his cards right. He bellies up to the bar and orders a coke just to take in the atmosphere. As he sits there a tall dark deliciously smelling woman approaches him, and he isn’t exactly sure what to do, considering that he still has thoughts of Tiffany in his mind.

Steven turns to the direction of the voice, and finds one of the most beautiful chocolate beauties in front of him.

He is stunned to find that he recognizes her, and he tries to search his brain as to where that face comes from.

She on the other hand, is fascinated by the dark brown eyes, and long eye lashes of this man, and seems to remember him from somewhere as well, but can’t figure out where.

The chat about nothing, but everything as well, then before you know it, there hands meet, and their eyes lock, and it’s like she looks right into his soul.

She lets his hand go, because she remembers him as the man who broke her heart, as the one who was everything to her, and the one who tried to push her away for the thug life.

Just as she pulled her hand away, she knocked her drink over though, and it spilled all over her shirt, and lap, and Steven being forever the gentleman attempts to clean her up, and tries to show that he is a change man.

Asking her if she is alright and also trying to get her name, Steven dabs at the cloth, which is completely soaked.

She says her name is Lisa Diablo, and he immediately recognizes her as an ex-girlfriend.

Her dress is completely ruined, but she doesn’t care, she just wants to get out of there, before these old feelings begin to surface which she had about Steven.

Steven attempts to be even more of a gentleman, noticing that Lisa is in a predicament, so he asks to clean up her things while she waits at his place.

Lisa readily accepts, and they slowly walk back to his place under the moonlight, and the stars.

You have to understand, some of Lisa’s apprehension was because of the fact that they hadn’t seen each other in a number of years, and also because she felt like she was in a better place for herself now, after being out of college, in a new place, and having a new career.

You see Steven was a ladies man in the past when they knew each other. He was a cheater, a drug dealer, as well as a drug addict. He was arrested a couple of times before he finally straightened up and left the crazy things and the crazy life in the past. By the time he organized himself again out in Iowa, Lisa had already moved on. He knows he lost something good, but he was hooked on marijuana and also cocaine. So you can say he wasn’t himself.

As they walked along the side streets to Steven’s house, and the night air embraced Lisa’s body, you could see that her tank top was tight and her nipples were standing out from the cold.

Steven begins to notice her trying to protect her chest, and he wonders to himself if he will be able to taste just one nipple if not both of them tonight.

Somehow romance fills the air. They walk slower and slower, gazing into each others eyes, and looking for ways to keep their hands off of each other, they practically walk two steps away from each other, as they know how they feel.

Lisa realizes she had a good man in Steven, and wants to explain to him how much she missed him, but she doesn’t understand why they couldn’t work things out, because it just felt so right while they were together.

Steven feels about the same, and on one hand he knows that he can’t go back and change the past, but he knows he made a big mistake with trying to choose the drugs over the woman, the good news is, he doesn’t want to go back there.

As they reach his apartment he put the key in the door and opens his door to the sound of his answering machine beeping.

He thinks to himself (should I answer it) (It might be tiffany). Dam I miss her for some reason even though I have only known her for like a week. He decides to just unplug the phone and put his Mac into motion.

He pulls out a nice bottle of red wine, knowing when he drinks he tends to become bolder and more sensual and takes a lot more pressure off in the sexual worlds. He takes out two long stem wine glasses and sits them in front of her.

They sit on opposite ends of this leather couch he has, sipping at their separate glasses of wine just gazing at the stars, into each other’s eyes and out the side view where the balcony is. Steven then puts the glass down on his table, slides over in the chair right to where Lisa’s feet are.

In the past, he knew where to touch her, where to kiss her, how to whisper, and also how to have her in a sexual frenzy within minutes. She knew by the look in his eyes, he was going to touch her in that way again, and she knew escort mecidiyeköy there was very little she could do about it. This was a helpless feeling to her, but one that drove her mind and body into a frenzy that allowed her to relax and start to moisten, just at the thought of his touch.

He reaches out for her touching her thigh lightly, stroking her knee softly, and noticing how soft she has become, even more so than in the past, he thinks to himself.

He continues a slow crawl over toward her until she is trapped in the corner of the couch, and she gives a soft whimper as he trails soft kisses on her collar bone, and up into her neck, and her breath catches in her throat, just as he begins to slide between her legs. Staring deep into her eyes he leans in for a kiss and she doesn’t resist. As there lips touch she lets out a soft deep moan from her throat and lifts her right leg on to the couch to give Steven access to her softest place. Steven then notices the feet, remembering how they were a big turn on for the both of them. As he scans her body for approval, Lisa leans back as if to say, please take me. Then going down to her feet, Lisa notices his hands have moved and she feels him going for her feet, and she jumps in delight. As he grabs at the heel of her right foot he pulls off her shoe, and strokes her foot taking in the softness and the great smell radiating from it. He goes to the left foot, still hanging on the floor, and does the same slow sensual movement, as if in a daze and removes her shoe. Just as he goes back to the right foot and begins to kiss her thighs, down her legs and to her ankles, he remembers the one spot on her feet which practically turns her into Niagara falls. This is the arch on both feet and when he plays with both of them; she gets all wet and can’t control what she does.

He thinks to himself, whether or not to go for it, and as he grabs the right sock with his teeth, he takes in her scent and remembers oh so much how it feels to be near her. As he passes the sock over her toes he kisses each one, and performs the same ritual on her left foot, even slower, noticing her watching his every move. Lisa begins to realize how much the feelings are rushing back to her, and how much he is driving her wild, but she is enjoying every moment of it. At the same time, Steven wonders how to resist this beautiful woman, and he is conflicted about the fact that he still has feelings for Tiffany, but at this point, its who is in front of him who matters.

Lisa and Steven were together for almost 5 years and were even considering marriage. They knew everything about each other, but Lisa wasn’t sure if she could accept the bad parts of Steven. The deep dark secrets he had, the ones previously coming between them. With never having anyone to share things with, Steven threw all of his weight on to Lisa. She leaned on him as well, because she also had troubles of her own. Her boyfriend before Steven abused her. Causing her to question all of the things Steven did even if he was pure. He got tired after a while and he moved on to the drug scene and made all kinds of friends as well as money. He never thought he would find someone matching up to Lisa, let alone find her again.

Steven begins a slow rub of her feet letting her relax with his strong hands. Lisa begins to massage her nipples and pinching them she moans out loud, wanting so much more to happen.

Steven begins kissing her feet and she moans in delight, remembering what a great feeling it was to have his lips on her anywhere.

As he begins to unbutton her jeans and notices how firm yet soft she is.

She inches down lower and strips off her bra, offering her nipples to Steven. As her nipples are rock hard, Steven sticks out his tongue and begins to swirl it around her whole nipple, down her cleavage over to the other breast. Sucking her right nipple into his mouth she lays back and begins to enjoy what he is doing. She begs Steven not to stop, because he makes her shiver with delight, and she knows that his tongue can bring her great pleasure, and her nipples have been so sensitive wanting his hungry mouth. She dreamt of times when they would be together

Steven then stands up and pulls off his shirt exposing his rippling chest and not quite washboard stomach, and Lisa doesn’t take her eyes off of him. As she then begins to pull off her panties and noticing her being naked just lying there all-willing ready and able, Steven drops his pants and exposes himself to Lisa for the first time in years, and has to stop from becoming shy. They are there naked with Lisa laying on the couch and Steven standing over her admiring her sexy body.

Lisa sits up and begins to massage his cock with her long warm slender fingers, stroking him to maximum hardness, making sure to play with his balls as well.

She inches to the edge of the couch, and surveys his stiff cock.

Noticing the size of his penis, which is a good seven or eight inches in length, she admires it, as she begins to pull back on his foreskin relishing in the smell of him.

Seeing the blood rush to his head, watching it grow, noticing the color change, it sends her mind spinning and she knows she wants to have this cock all ways she can, including in her mouth, pussy, and maybe in her ass.

He slowly moved his finger in and out of my tender hole. Then he inserted two fingers, then three, and then I felt my pussy stretching as he slowly, carefully inserted his whole hand deep inside of me. He moved his hand in and out, slowly at first, then faster when he saw that I was enjoying it and trying to press down on it. I felt a finger from his other hand find my slit and thought to myself that there was no way he was going to try to do that with both hands. But, he only got his finger wet from the dripping juices still coming from my pussy. Then he slid his finger down slightly and eased it into my ass. As he pulled the one finger out, I felt him use two fingers this time as he slipped them back in my ass, and still working my pussy with his hand. The sensation of having both of my holes filled at the same time was driving my over the edge again. He worked both of my holes faster as I felt myself being pushed to the edge again.

“Baby, are you okay?” he asked as the moans escaped my throat.

“Mmmmm,” I answered.

“Do you want me to stop or do you like this?”

“No, please don’t stop,” I whined.

He continued working his hand in and out of my pussy and his fingers in and out of my ass. Just as my body started to tense for the coming orgasm, he pulled his hand out of my pussy and his fingers out of my ass. I felt him get off of the bed and heard him move around to the head of the bed. He took the restraint off of my right hand, and then moved around to take it off of my left. Feeling disappointed that we were done; I let out a sigh and reach for the blind fold.

“Leave that on. We’re not finished yet,” he said as he removed the restraints from the foot of the bed. “I just want you to turn over.”

Feeling that the restraints were completely loose now, I turned over onto my stomach and spread my legs for him to fasten the restraints again. When he had both legs securely fastened to the foot of the bed, I felt him climb back onto the bed.

“What about my arms?” I asked.

“We don’t need them restrained for this part,” he said as he pulled my hips up so that my ass was sticking up in the air.

I felt him position himself between my bent knees as he guided his hard dick between my slit, probing for the opening. Finding my pussy hole, he moved his hand to hold on to my hips as his hard dick slid into my hole. He leaned into me, burying the entire depth of his manhood in my pussy. Slowly, he pulled out, leaving only the throbbing head inside my hole.

Then, he pulled his dick out of me completely. After only a few short moments, he slid only the head back into my hole, and then pulled it back out again. As he slid only the head back into my pussy yet again, I leaned into him, engulfing his prick with my pussy.

“Don’t like the teasing, huh?” he asked with a hint of a laugh in his voice.

I moved my hips forward slightly, and then pressed back against him again, without answering.

“If we’re going to do this right, you have to be still. Besides, you’re supposed to be relaxing, remember?”

I repositioned my ass to about the same place he had it. Then I felt him slide his dick out of my pussy again. I thought I would go mad with the need I felt to have him inside of me. I thought he was going to only tease me with his head again, but, suddenly, I felt his rock hard dick slide completely inside of me. He stayed there for a few moments, but only long enough to grab my hips. Then he started pumping his hard prick in and out of my pussy with long, slow strokes, guiding my hips forward, then back to just the right positions. The muscles in my pussy contracted around his dick, trying to hold him inside of me forever as he slid all but the head of his dick back out of me. Then, he pushed with all of his might as his dick went all the way in and he pulled my hips back to help with the impact. I moaned with the greatest pleasure I had ever felt in my life as he pounded and slammed his dick deep inside my pussy, faster and harder than the thrust before. His balls slapped against my already swollen and sensitive clit, exciting me even more. Harder and faster he pumped my pussy, making the moans of pleasure seem non-stop from my lips.

“Ooooh yes baby. Fuck me harder baby, faster,” I moaned.

He was more than happy to oblige as he pounded away at my pussy as hard and as fast as he could. I felt my body tense as my pleasure overtook me. My hole contracted around his meat, making it harder for him to pound into me like he had been just a moment ago, so he slowed his rhythm as I came all over his dick. As my body convulsed with the last of the orgasm, he slowly pulled his dick out of me.

“I esenler escort didn’t feel him cum,” I thought to myself.

He moved to the foot of the bed and I felt his body weight shift. Then I felt him move back up between my spread knees and felt the slippery oil run into my ass crack. Slowly, he guided his still hard dick to my ass, and then leaned into me as the head entered by asshole. I caught my breath because as much as I enjoyed this, the initial insertion still hurt just a little. He stopped with just the head of his dick inside my ass, and then slowly he pressed the rest of his hard prick into my hole. Slowly, he pulled out, then pressed it back in. Feeling my body relax just a bit, he knew it was okay to start really fucking my ass.

With long, slow strokes, he moved his dick in and out of my ass. I moved my right hand underneath me, and found my swollen clit. As I rubbed my clit, my ass moved in rhythm with him as we picked up the speed of the slide. Pressing his hard dick deep into my ass, he stopped for only a moment. Then he grabbed my hips again and started pounding away at my ass. Harder, faster, and deeper his hard little man dove into and out of my asshole. This was the hardest he had ever fucked my ass, but I liked it. As he slammed his dick deep into my ass, I rubbed my clit faster, keeping up with his strokes. My asshole clamped around his dick, contracting as he fucked my ass hard and fast. I moved my hips forward just a bit so that when he slammed into my ass I could lean back toward him making the pounding even harder and deeper.

I felt my body tensing for another orgasm, and felt him do the same. With one final hard slam into my ass, we both exploded. He kept his softening dick deep inside of me for a few seconds, and then slowly pulled it out only a bit. The slammed it deep inside of me again. My asshole was clamping down on his dick hard now, squeezing the last of his cum into the depths of my ass. Feeling his body relax, he slowly pulled his soft dick out of my ass then lay on his back and licked my dripping cum from my pussy.

As he licked up the last of the cum, he scooted to the end of the bed. I felt him take the restraints off of my ankles, freeing me completely. Then he came around to the head of the bed where I was laying still on my stomach, spread eagle. He untied the blindfold and it fell from my eyes. As I scooted over just a bit to make room for him next to me on the bed, he climbed in and lay beside me.

I lay my head on his chest and draped my left leg over his and wrapped my arm around his waist. He looked down at me and kissed the top of my head.

“I really loved you,” he said.

“And I really love you,” I murmured, sleep washing over me.

He wrapped his arms around me. I fell asleep in his arms, feeling his love for me.

The next morning, I woke up to find him gone. But, I smelled wonderful smells from the kitchen. As I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, he opened the bedroom door and came in with a tray full of food.

“Breakfast in bed for my sex queen,” he said smiling. I sat up completely and leaned against the head of the bed as he placed the tray over my extended legs. I picked up the coffee and sipped it.

“Baby, you were incredible last night,” he says sipping at his own coffee.

“Hmmmmm… I thought you were the incredible one,” I said.

I picked up a piece of bacon and held it near his mouth. He took a bite and chewed. As I took a bite, he said, “We can’t just hang out in bed all day, although after last night I sure want to. But, we have things to do today.”

“Things to do? I thought you said we were just going to relax this weekend,” I said, halfway dreading what his plans for the day were.

“Well, they’re relaxing plans,” he said, taking a strip of bacon and eating it.

As I finished eating the food on the tray, with his help, he took the tray from my lap. As he was walking out the door, he looked over his shoulder and nodded toward the chair next to the bed. He had my clothes laid out for me again. “Wow, talk about not having to do any thinking at all. I could like this.”

As I moved toward the edge of the bed to get dressed, the sheets rubbed against my still tender pussy and ass, reminding me of the great time we had had the night before. I smiled as I pulled on the short denim skirt and tank top. As I was lacing and tying my last boot, he walked back into the bedroom.

“Almost ready?” he asked.

“Just have to do my hair and I’m ready. Where are we going anyway?” I asked. I knew it would be on the bike since he wanted me to wear the boots, atakent escort but I had no clue why he had the skirt laid out. That would be a difficult task. Riding on the back of a Harley in a short denim skirt and not let everyone in the world see the treasure between my legs!

“You’ll see. Just come on and hurry up. It’s getting late.”

I went into the bathroom and pulled my hair up. Then walked to the living room and grabbed my helmet and glasses from the chair where I had laid them the night before. He was already outside with the bike running.

As I climbed on the back, I repositioned the skirt the best I could to make sure everything was covered. The feel of the leather seat and the slight rumbling between my legs worked my still sensitive clit and I could feel the wetness of my pussy already.

After about an hours ride, we pulled into a winery. I climbed off of the back of the bike and put my helmet on the sissy bar. He hung his on the handlebar, then took my hand and led me inside. We tasted several different kinds of wine, and then finally settled on a sweet tasting berry wine. We walked out onto the patio where the band was playing and found a table off to the side. He poured us each a glass of wine and we sat enjoying the sound of the band and the beautiful scenery the patio offered.

We finished off the bottle of wine. I went to the bathroom while he went in and bought another to go. It was 4:00 and I was starting to get hungry again. When we met back up at the bike, I told him I was hungry. He lifted the flap to the saddlebag and showed me a carefully prepared picnic, complete with blanket. We got back on the bike after he wrapped the bottle of wine in the blanket and fastened the saddlebag.

He pulled into a local park and found a secluded area with a little bit of a view of the lake. He took the blanket with the wine bottle and the lunch and carried it to “our” spot. He handed me the lunch to hold and unwrapped the bottle and 2 wine glasses. He handed those to me to hold as well, and then spread the blanket out on the soft grass. He took the picnic basket from me and put it down in the center of the blanket, then took the wine bottle and glasses. I sat down on the blanket and leaned back. He sat down and fished in the picnic basket for the corkscrew. He opened the wine bottle and poured each of us a glass. Then he started digging through the picnic basket and set our dinner out on the blanket. We ate and talked and drank and enjoyed the view. When we were finished eating, he packed everything back into the basket with the exception of the wine. He poured us each another glass.

He moved in behind me and pulled me to him so that the back of my head was resting on his chest. He draped one arm around me and drank with his other. I sipped my wine and was beginning to feel the affect of the alcohol. I thought that the food would help stop the buzz I was getting from the wine, but it didn’t.

As if not even thinking about it, he started rubbing my nipple softly. I looked back and up at him and he looked as if he were a thousand miles away. So, I settled myself back against his chest again. My nipple was standing erect and hard as he continued to gently rub it through the fabric of my shirt. I didn’t have a bra on, so it was obvious that I was enjoying his touch.

I finished off the last of my wine, and then turned around in his arms. I moved my arms up and unfastened his jeans, then unzipped them. That seemed to bring him back to reality and he blinked and looked down at me.

I pulled his dick out from his jeans and slowly licked on the very tip of the head. He smiled, and then settled back on his elbow, allowing me a little more room to work in. I licked down the shaft of his dick, and then slowly took his balls into my mouth, sucking on them while I was stroking his hardening dick. As I rolled his balls around in my mouth a bit, a sound of pleasure escaped from his throat. He laid the rest of the way back as I licked my way back up the shaft to the tip of his head. I teased around his hole with my tongue then took his dick in my mouth, sliding it halfway in. He moaned a little louder and I slid his dick back out of my mouth, and then licked only around the head again, teasing. I once again took his dick inside my wet mouth and slid it in as far as it would go. I knew that he would love for me to deep throat him, but, there was no way I could take his whole dick in my mouth without gagging. I slowly slide his dick in and out of my mouth as he raised his hips to try to push it in a little further. He reached his hands down and held onto beykent escort my head and pushed my head down and his dick even farther into my mouth. Then back up, and then back down again. As my head was going down, he was raising his hips so that I would take his entire manhood into my mouth. He started moving my head and raising his hips faster as I sucked on that delicious piece of man meat.

He let go of my head, and said in a husky voice, “Turn around, we should both get to enjoy this.”

I let his dick slip from my mouth as I positioned myself straddled over his face. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to his mouth as I took his dick back into my mouth. He wasted no time getting down to business as he started nibbling and sucking on my clit. I moaned with pleasure from both the burning desire to have what was in my mouth buried deep inside my pussy and from the tingling I could feel building inside of me. I sucked his dick harder and faster as he caught my clit between his teeth and started grinding it. That sent me mover the edge as my cum ran from my hole. When I felt his body tense up from the orgasm he was about to have, he pulled his dick out of my mouth completely.

“Turn around here you bad little girl,” he said.

I sat up and turned around. My pussy was just a fraction of an inch away from his rock hard dick and I wanted and needed him inside me. He sat up and leaned back against a tree that was next to the blanket. Then he turned me around so that I was facing him. I lifted my pussy as he guided his dick toward my hole. I slowly lowered myself onto it, enjoying the feel of every inch of him as it was buried deep inside me. When he was completely inside of me, I positioned my feet to either side of his hips, squatting. I was pulling my pussy away from his dick. He put his hands around my waist and pulled me onto his dick again, a little harder. Before I knew it, I was riding his dick like it was a bucking bronco and I was the star rodeo rider, bucking and bouncing up and down harder and faster. He took my tit into his mouth and sucked it while I pounded his meat deep inside me, clamping my hole tighter against his dick. He released the one tit, and then moved on to the other, catching the nipple between his teeth and pulling back just a little. I felt myself come to another orgasm and with one final hard thrust, took his hard dick as deep inside of me as I could. My body shook with the spasm of the orgasm.

He lifted me from his still hard dick and sat me between his legs. He stood up, and then reached to help me up. My skirt was up around my waist and my shirt was bunched under my arms. He turned me around to fast the tree that he had just been leaning again, then lifted my left leg as he positioned himself behind me. He hovered his dick at the opening of my pussy and said, “Do you want me to fuck you some more?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Are you sure? Someone might see us.”

“I don’t care. I’m positive.”

“Do you want me to fuck you hard or soft?”

“Hard, I want you to fuck me as hard as you can,” I gasped.

With that, he straightened up to his full height, ramming his rock hard meat deep inside my pussy. I jolted at the sudden feel of him so deep inside of me.

As he pulled his dick back out, he said, “Do you like that baby?”

I couldn’t speak. So, I shook my head yes. He again rammed his dick deep inside of me.

“That’s how you like it, huh?” He said.

I shook my head yes again and he again slid his dick out of my pussy. Before I could catch my breath, he rammed it in again, and then began a steady rhythm of fucking my pussy like it’s never been fucked before. I was clawing at the bark of the tree as he pounded away at me pussy with his rock hard dick, sometimes ramming it inside of me so hard and so deep that I was on my tiptoes. He was kissing the back of my neck and pounding my pussy and I couldn’t have cared less if there was an entire audience watching. He kept pounding and ramming his dick into my pussy as fast and hard as he could and I was faintly aware of the sound of skin smacking skin. Finally when I knew that I could take no more of this wonderful hard fucking, he thrust his dick one more time deep inside of me so hard that my feet left the ground completely and I was being suspended only by his dick inside my pussy.

We stood there like that for a few seconds, and then he bent down just enough for his dick to slide easily out of my pussy. When he was completely out of me, I turned around and knelt on the blanket and pulled his hips toward me. I took his cum soaked dick in my mouth and licked and sucked all of the cum off of him slowly.

When his dick was completely clean of all evidence of our lovemaking, I turned around and sat down on the blanket. He moved in beside me and pulled my head to lie in the crook of his arm. We lay there, him with his pants around his ankles and me with my skirt and shirt both hiked up as far as they would go, watching the sun set over the lake.

She was not a beauty in the traditional sense, but there was something about her that demanded attention. The first night he saw her sitting at his table, he was drawn to her; by the second night, he realized he was hopelessly infatuated with her. He was sure she felt it too, the sensuality that seemed to pervade their every encounter. Every look, every smile, every word she said seemed to be a subtle seduction, and he could not believe how much he wanted her.

He knew there were risks, for both of them. As a member of the crew of this luxury cruise ship, he was not permitted to interact socially with the passengers; any advances he made, welcome or not, could result in his immediate dismissal if anyone were to witness and report such actions. And she was not available – she had told him so herself, and even if she hadn’t, the diamonds on her left hand were there for all to see. But the chemistry between them seemed so very real!

She felt it too, and was a bit surprised. Having always been aware of the sexual power she had over men, she was used to using it to her advantage; but she had not expected to be so strongly attracted to anyone on this cruise ship, and especially not the waiter who served them dinner each night! She was only on this cruise to keep her mother company, and she hadn’t anticipated anything more than a week filled with sunbathing and shopping. But every time she looked at him, she realized how much she wished for a more private encounter.

He could feel her watching him, even when his back was turned. So often he was tempted to turn around and catch her eye, to go to her and whisper that they should meet somewhere later. He imagined walking on the deck one night, and finding her standing alone, looking up at the moon and stars. He would walk up behind zeytinburnu escort her and put his hands on her waist, and she would turn to him, smiling, knowing there was no one else it could be. He would return her gaze for a moment, savoring the anticipation and excitement he saw in her eyes; and then he would kiss her.

He knew the kiss would be gentle at first, but quickly it would become more urgent and hungry. She would wrap her arms around his neck and lean into him; he got hard even now, just thinking about the feeling of her voluptuous form being pressed up against him. She would be wearing one of those flirty little sundresses she favored, and he would not be able to keep from sliding his hands up under her dress to fondle her lovely ass. He would turn his attentions from her lips to her neck, kissing her softly there before moving to her earlobes. Somehow he knew that gently licking and sucking her ear would make her moan with pleasure, making him absolutely desperate to have her.

Brazenly hoping not to be discovered, he would turn her around and press her up against the deck rail, moving himself against her so she could feel his arousal. He would lift up her skirt and be even more turned on to discover she wasn’t wearing panties; his fingers would explore her pussy and massage her clit, doubtless finding her to be soaking wet and waiting for him. He knew that it wouldn’t take much to bring her to orgasm, to feel her gasp and shudder as she came while he fingered her pussy, and that afterward she would beg him to fuck her, and he would be unable to resist.

He would unzip his pants to release his throbbing cock, and thrust it inside her so hard that it would make her moan; she would lean slightly arnavutköy escort forward over the deck rail, and he would grab her hips and fuck her so hard she couldn’t help but cum again and again. He could practically feel her tight, wet pussy throbbing as he plunged in and out of her, his balls slapping against her, until he finally came deep inside her.

She had fantasies, too. She dreamed of him coming to her cabin late one night, having no pretense other than that he simply had to see her. She would let him in and put out the “Do Not Disturb” sign to allow them privacy, and as she turned around he would take her in his arms and kiss her. She felt the same way he did, that the kiss would be sweet at first but would quickly take on a life of its own, filled with passion. She would rip his shirt off and run her hands over his muscular chest, then pull him closer for another hungry kiss. He would pull her dress off over her head, and gaze lustfully at the red sating bra and thong she wore underneath; she would take advantage of his distraction and unbuckle his pants, pushing him onto the bed, where she would climb on top of him.

Once there, she would kiss his face, his neck, then work her way down his chest and stomach until she got to his cock. She wanted to take him in her mouth, but first a little teasing – she would kiss the insides of his thighs, then lick his balls, and by then he would be begging her to suck his cock. Happy to oblige, she would take him in her mouth and blow his mind. She knew she gave good head, and she wanted to see the look on his face when he realized she meant to suck him off. She would use her lips, her hands, and even her teeth to bring him to the most amazing climax he’d ever had, and gaziosmanpaşa escort she would top off his enjoyment by swallowing every bit of his cum, licking his cock until it was completely clean.

After that, she would remove her bra and thong and climb on top of him again, relishing the feeling of their naked bodies, the sensuality of skin on skin. He would wrap his arms around her and they would kiss, deeply and almost frantically, until he found himself aroused again. Once she felt his hardness against her, she would pull away and mount him, crying out in ecstasy as his hard cock filled her wet pussy. She would ride him until she came hard, as she always did when she was on top, writhing against him as he held onto her waist and didn’t let her pull away. Then he would roll her over and take her from behind, fucking her just the way she liked it, hard and fast, until he pulled out and came all over her ass and lower back.

So many fantasies were entertained that week, and yet they never had a moment alone. The last night of the cruise, he caught her watching him yet again, and this time he approached her, putting his hand on her shoulder and asking if there was something she wanted to say. She wanted to, so very badly, but just couldn’t find the words, and so she just smiled and shook her head. After dinner she gave him a hug, and held his hand just a little too long as she told him how much she’d enjoyed meeting him; and then she turned and walked out of the dining room without a backward glance.

That night, as she walked along the deck, she wished that he would find her; what could one little kiss hurt, she thought? But she knew the chemistry between them was too strong, and it would never be as simple as just one kiss. Anyhow, in spite of her hopes, he never materialized, and eventually she went back to her room alone. The next morning, as she exited the ship via the gangplank, she didn’t know he watched her from the dining room window, wishing he had broken the rules just this once, knowing now he’d never be able to taste her lips or feel her pressed against him, and he knew he would regret that for a long, long time.

Chapter 1: Trip to ABQ – Friday

Tonya damn near knocked the stewardess down on the way out the airplane door, dragging Jack with her. The pleated skirt she was wearing was sticking against her loins as she hurried. Her blouse was plastered against her breasts from having been so sweaty. Everyone was looking, not knowing how hot and horny she was. A gate attendant thought something was wrong – it sure was, Jack wasn’t inside her yet. They got away from the crowd and she maneuvered him behind an empty gate check-in that had a space between the gate and the window for observing the planes. It was perfect… and about as far as she could go.

She reached underneath her skirt and hurriedly inserted two fingers into her wet cunt. She brought her dripping wet fingers up to his mouth and he licked off her sweet juices. She was so soaking wet and needed him in her desperately, being just about uncontrollable… he knew and smiled… he got her in this condition in the first place. There was nowhere else she could even dream that she would rather be.

Facing the outside glass, Tonya bent over and placed her hands against the wall, her skirt flipped up onto her back, cunt open and ready for him to enter. She needed him now. He knew how long he could tease her and she had so many orgasms in the last couple of hours, but had to have him in her now. “Please, Take Me! I need you inside me!” Tonya was almost begging.

Jack already had freed his cock. Feeling his member throbbing against her opening, she rubbed back against his hard cock, desperate to have him thrusting into her, taking her from behind. She nearly screamed when he first penetrated her, the feeling of him sliding slowly into her slippery pussy was so overwhelming she thought she would cry. He thrust again, harder and faster, again and again, faster with each stroke. Jack slowed down and just let the tip slide in a few times, teasing her. She was whimpering and told him to hurry… “I going to pass out if I don’t come soon.” He slowly started massaging her clit, his fingers driving her crazier that she thought possible… his cock… thrusting in and out, in slow, long strokes again. He always knew… he said “Come with me.”

Tonya could herself begin to come, she was exploding inside. She could just whisper now “Oh God… fuck me harder… Oh yes… harder… Oh God, don’t stop, I’m coming….”

She could feel him coming inside of her, shivering behind her, thrusting and thrusting himself into her. He collapsed, his head resting on her back, his cock resting inside.

As Tonya’s vision cleared, she looked forward and down below out the window, two baggage handlers were getting a show of which they never dreamed. He slowly eased himself out of her dripping cunt, and turned her around. She rested her head against his shoulder. He reached down and massaged her clit some more and she came again. Her dripping cunt could not seem to get enough. After a couple of minutes she was able to compose herself and smooth down her skirt. Both were still trembling from the lingering effects of their orgasms. He had zipped up and had the most loving smile on his face that made Tonya feel me starting all over again. The cum was dripping from her pussy down into the inside of her thighs. They felt wonderful and knew there was much more to come. She smoothed her hair some and laughed as she turned and waved to the baggage handlers. They excitedly waved back.

They kissed, slowly, lazily, and he started them moving towards the baggage claim area. “Lover, I can barely walk. If you’ll just stop and lay me down, I’ll fuck you right here in the walkway.” Jack laughed his gregarious laugh and had that wonderful smile that was part of why she loved him so much. He said, “I know were both tired now and I bet tomorrow we can spend some of the day with just ourselves. I want to lick and play with you and spend some real time without anyone around… you think you might like that?” It required no answer. His imagination was enormous, in work as well as what he did with her. “Jack, you’re lucky. I was trying to figure how to fuck you even before we even got off the plane, the aisle maybe? I’m still horny… but I’m sure I won’t kill me, maybe!” They had definitively taken the ‘edge’ off. It looked like it was going to be quite a trip, as always!

———————–

Earlier

Jack pulled into the driveway and there she was, apparently washing the jeep. She had no need to this, as they had money and someone who takes care of the house and grounds. She left their office early. They were going on a business trip and she wanted to pack and Jack was sure she was ready in more ways that one. She could be packed for a trip in ten minutes. He thought she must want a little extra time with him before they left. From what he saw, he was correct. He did not see anyone around but Tonya. She must have let some of the staff go for the rest of the day, but there was almost always someone fatihescort around……

The pose she had was a site. Her blond hair loose and blowing ever so slightly in the breeze. The white men’s undershirt that was ripped off about 3 inched above her belly button. Her breasts were pointing straight out straining against the too small shirt, dark nipples showing right through. Jack loved the blue jean cut offs that were unzipped all the way and spread open as far as possible without falling off. One leg was straight and the other one cocked out and down. The bucket she was filling was running over, as he was sure she must be also. Stopping in front of her, the red jeep made a perfect backdrop for her sexy pose that he knew was on purpose. As he got out he pressed the privacy gate closer on the dash. He could see her hard nipples straining against the material, she wanted to fuck right here. He asks her how long she had been waiting. “About twenty minutes… and I am really horny. My pussy is just as overflowing as this bucket.” They usually fucked daily unless one of them was really tired or sick. They loved each other deeply and had no need to play games.

She was already crossing her arms and pulling shirt over her head as Jack got undressed. It was almost a race. She just let her cutoffs drop and he was ready. She flayed back against the jeep hood and spread her legs as far as possible without falling off. He slid into her in one thrust and she started coming and screaming. She was really horny. She was so turned and bucking that after just a few thrusts he told her that he was going to come. She screamed and was coming still as he did. They were wiped out after this morning and they had not left for the airport yet. She was so hot, she was like a spinning top that could not find a place to settle. After they calmed down, we needed to change and be on our way or we would be late.

Ten minutes later we were dressed and their way. She was wearing a white pheasant blouse and a pleated skirt, with nothing underneath. He threw on some jeans and a causal shirt. They owned a multitude of businesses and had lots of money. They each had extraordinary business talents and made quite a team. As they drove, they discussed some last minute strategy, this dealt with one of their computer programming companies… They were going to Jack’s home town. They would visit with them do see if it was a match both ways. They could always pick and choose their customers. Their software was unique and very good. Their competition were few and just could not compete with them, they were doing very well. They had tremendous word of mouth references. Tonya just loved where they were headed.

As always, they seem to get to airport just as boarding was starting. They did not hurry, Jack had designed the reservation system years before. He was given a senior executive flag that showed on passengers for special service, one of the services was holding the plane till they arrived. He would not have accepted such a perk if it was not for Tonya. He like the extra attention she received, that was important to him. Jack was smiling to himself, “she got extra attention just by being herself.” Men watching could not believe the vision she made walking along dressed they was she was. She had a body that would make a porn star envious… guys would look wherever they went. Jack was not the envious type and he knew she liked the looks most of the time. She said it made her hornier for Jack. He was very fortunate to have her and he knew it.

Tonya went to the restroom. Jack had ask for a towel and a blanket

The lights dimmed in first class just as Tonya sat down, feeling the towel on the seat immediately… He was always so thoughtful. Jack’s mind seemed to be blank until he felt her weight push against his side. She nestled in to his shoulder, and the light fragrance of her hair was quite pleasant. He put his arm lay over her shoulder, and it lightly rested on one of her breasts with his thumb strumming up and down. She didn’t seem to mind, she just smiled.

It was a beautiful face. Bright blue eyes set over high cheekbones, a beautiful nose, and pouty lips in front of a really nice smile. Her hair was out full and tousled looking as if she had just had wild sex. She didn’t object to the light pressure he started to apply. Her hand “fell” into his lap and covered the bulge that was starting to grow. Her warm hand, combined with his thoughts, was causing him to inflate. He had always thought himself to be rather average, but over the years women assured him that he was anything but “average”.

Tonya’s hand moved over the growing bulge, as if to size it up. Then she picked up her head and turned it to face his. Their lips were inches apart. “I guess you think the towel is going to help catch some pussy juice. I am already hot and sticky. Thank you lover!” “Tonya, if you want we can sit quietly levent escort and not do anything.” Jack lowered his lips to hers. She kissed back, softly, almost shyly. He probed her soft lips with his tongue, and her mouth opened to invite in the exploring tongue. As their tongues met, the kiss was hot. Their hands got busy, tracing out each other’s body. Tonya felt the blanket over them and did not realize when he threw it over them. His hand went under her blouse. Her firm breasts were warm, the nipples stiff, like erasers on a pencil. Tonya’s hand continued to rub his erection through his pants. “It’s past not doing anything. I’ll try to not scream too loudly,” she grinned and kissed the tip of his nose.

His wandering fingers trailed down her stomach and over her flat belly, to between her thighs. She shifted on the seat, and her legs opened to allow better contact. He palmed the soft flesh and her hips rolled up to press against his hand. She moaned softly as his fingers found the slit of her sex. Her belly was very smooth, all the way down. There was no hair around her mound. She was very wet, down there, and he slid easily into the hot, moist hole of her vagina. She gasped as a second finger followed the first. “Oh My God, that feels so good!” Tonya exclaimed in a whisper.

Tonya’s fingers started to unfasten his belt and he stopped her. He told her that could wait, this time was for her. “I want that inside me.” She said, flatly. “At least in my mouth.” He just stroked her some more and smiled. She knew that it was alright and that it was not a problem for him. He would stroke and play with her for hours sometimes. “I don’t know how you can contain yourself, but I’m yours anytime, anywhere you want me” Tonya said in a teasing whisper. He could wait and he knew it would be worth it.

He used long, slow strokes. She was so hot, and she was so wet and tight, He knew she couldn’t hold back for long. Tonya pumped her hips back at his hand sliding up and down clamping even tighter with each stroke. She knew how to use her hot sex and how to enjoy herself. He loved the feeling that he got when he would do this to her!

He found her clitoris with one finger started rubbing circles around it lazily. As he rubbed her clit, she began to pant and groan softly. She started to explode. She calmed down a bit. “That was wonderful, Jack. You really don’t know how much I love when you do that… then maybe again, you do!” She asked again if he would be alright and that she would sit on his lap and fuck him till my brains fell out. “I’ll scream to the rooftops how much I want and need you!” He reassured her again and that he would fuck her when we got off the plane. “I might not last long, but I will be more than ready.”

He could feel her nipples erecting again and feel the blood rushing to her mound in a flood of heat. She had another cum under his skillful hands.

Moving the blanket just a bit, the dim light was just enough for him to see her swollen delight. The outer puffy lips were engorged. The inner labia spread out like a delicate flower, with a long bud at the top of the wet slit. He dipped some nectar on his fingers and put it in her mouth. She greedily licked it of and he could just see a tear form in one corner of her eye. “Are you alright?” “Oh yes, more than you could imagine… Thank you.”

He started stroking her clit again, she felt like her nipples were going to pop off. “Your going to kill me if you keep this up” as Tonya could hardly whisper as she came again.

It was being announced that they would be landing shortly and the lights would come back up very soon.

She said, “I’m ready to get off this plane and fuck you!”

———————–

At The ABQ Airport

They had picked up our luggage and Jack had loaded them on a cart. As they were heading out the door, Jack could see the limo that the hotel said would be there. Tonya said “the cool air feels good blowing up my skirt.” There was a striking looking woman and two men that were already getting in. She certainly did not appear to be with them as they were staring and poking jabs in each others ribs and laughing. Tonya stayed with Jack as he helped the driver with the baggage. The driver was so surprised that a passenger would even help. He stated that most his pickups were “assholes,” like the two men inside. All three of them laughed. Licking Jacks ear, Tonya whispered “I guess I’ll need to keep my legs together on the ride to the hotel.” Jack just smiled. When they got in, they sat on the side with the woman facing the two men. The woman had a blanket over her lap and she tossed it over Tonya’s too. Tonya mouthed a “thank you.” There was not much said on the short trip to the hotel. The two men were telling dirty jokes, most of the time for each others pleasure. Jack would let it go as long as it was not directed to either of the women.

There were three bellboys ortaköy escort waiting, one for each party. The bellboy for lady was going off in a different direction. Tonya told her thanks again. She said “No problem, I hate men like that.”

They were both tired & went to sleep as soon as they got to their room. Jack left a wakeup call for in the morning, for whatever reason.

———————–

ABQ

First Day – Saturday

Tonya would have awakened with a start if it was something that didn’t happen quite often. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face deeper into her cunt. He had his tongue it in to the depths of her pussy. She shuttered and released her grip on his head. He tongued her pussy, moving his tongue in and out and then pulled away and moved his hand up to her smooth snatch and spread her lips and touched her clit with his tongue. He moved his tongue all over her clit, teasing it, moving it around with his tongue and then he put both lips on it and pulled it into his mouth. He started sucking on her clit, on her pussy lips, pulling them into his mouth and moving his tongue around on her clit. He could feel her stiffen and he knew she was about to cum.

Jack moved his mouth away from the delicious pussy that he was eating and started to kiss his way up her body. He kissed her stomach, moving slowly up tracing up her body with his tongue. Tonya could feel his cock touch her leg, the hardness of it as he moved his way up. He moved up so slowly and so deliberately, she could feel him trace a line up her body from her smooth pussy to her right breast.

He touched her left breast and began to gently squeeze it as he moved his tongue to the nipple on her right breast. He slowly nibbled the soft flesh around her breast and then he put his tongue on it. She could not to relax as he kissed her breast. After a few minutes of attention to her right nipple he kissed her breast and moved to the left side and then up until he was face to face with her. Tonya could smell her juices on his face. He pressed his lips to hers and then she felt his tip at her opening. He could feel the wetness of her as he started to enter her and then pulled back. He kissed her lips then kissed his way over to her ear and then down her neck.

He stopped kissing her and was spreading her legs further with his knees. The head of his cock, barely touching the tight opening of her pussy again and pushed into it gently. Tonya closed her eyes in anticipation of what was to come. He moved inside slowly, putting it in an inch at a time and then pulling it out and then putting it inside a little more each time. Slowly, gently, softly he pushed himself deep inside her until he was all the way in.

then he started to move it in and out of her. Tonya put her arms around his neck and he started to move in and out a little faster, thrusting a little harder with each stroke. He knew she was getting close, stopped and withdrew. He pulled himself out of her grip and then he started working his way back down her body, kissing her breasts and working his tongue down her again. He once again moved down her body and then he was between her legs again and he opened her pussy again and started to lick her, fucking her with is tongue. He took his tongue and flicked it across her clit and then started sucking on it.

“Oh god yes,” Tonya moaned, “I can’t believe how good that feels.”

Jack stopped licking her and positioned himself so that he could put his cock into her pussy again. He grabbed her by the hips and pushed all the way in into her pussy at an agonizing slowness. She was too far gone to stop now.

Jack could see the look on her face and she was enjoying this. He started to play with her clit. When he touched it he knew by the way that she was pushing back that she was about ready to cum and not to tease her anymore, at least for now. He could feel himself building up and he knew that it wouldn’t be long.

Tonya was moaning loudly and the muscles in her pussy were straining more and more.

“I’m cumming Jack, please come with me,” she said. “I’m cumming too,” he said. “I’m going to cum deep inside you Tonya.”

She was to bucking wildly, feeling her pussy start to spasm around his cock and that was all it took to make him go over the edge. “Oh baby. I’m cumming inside you.” Jack drove it in as hard and deep as he could.

She pushed hard back against him. “Oh god baby, oh my god, Jack.” He drove his cock home and continued pumping into her until he was spent. She pulled him tightly against her body and held him inside while she basked in the afterglow.

She lay there, exhausted and her body was glistening in the sweat that had beaded up on her body.

The phone rang out and surprised them both. They both started laughing. Tonya said, “No wonder you left a wake up call.” They laughed again.

“God, thank you. This was great! There isn’t a way I can say or show Jack how much I love him,” Tonya thought.

———————–

Tonya, in a beautiful custom fitted dark grey business suit, with a skirt the down to just at her knees with a matching blazer, could not cover up how sensual she was. Her yellow blouse accented her beautiful hair which was now fixed up as if done by a hair salon.

“How did you meet him?”

“They moved in above us. The first day I met him, I was sitting out in the yard and he was grilling something. He came over, sat down, and introduced himself. I was kind of nervous. He was wearing short shorts and a T-shirt.

“I guess grilling was his thing. It smelled so fucking good. My mouth watered every time. The next couple of times I saw him out there he would offer us some. He would cut me a little piece of chicken thigh and bring it to me at the end of his tongs – Covid was raging, after all. I loved staring at his legs as he walked towards me with it, but I didn’t want him to notice. Alex hated him.”

“Who’s Alex?”

“My boyfriend. He wasn’t the most social guy ever, so it didn’t surprise me that he didn’t want to talk to him – but he wanted nothing to do with that chicken!”

“How did the next few months go?”

“Oh, fine. I was bored. He was bored? Who wasn’t bored? I was curious to know if he had a thing for me, or if he was just friendly. So I would sit out and sunbathe just outside his window.”

“Naked?”

“Haha! Oh lord, no. I would take my spaghetti straps off my shoulders and not wear a bra though. But I couldn’t see him, so that didn’t really help. I still liked sitting out there and imagine that he would pause for a moment to look down on me. I would take a book with me and hold it near my lap. I’d pretend to read it when really I was just using it to hide the fact I was touching my inner thigh while I thought about what he and I could do together.”

“Why wouldn’t you let him see you doing that?”

“I’m not that kind of girl!”

“Haha, OK.”

“Then I started noticing he would sometimes work out in the yard just outside our bedroom window. He would wear a tank top and these really short shorts. Push-ups, squats, burpees, whatever. Oh my god, the squats. Sometimes he would do them facing me, sometimes facing away from me. His legs were so big, I loved them.

“He would also sit out there with his shirt off. He’d arrive sweaty, maybe from a run? Sit in the sun and dry off I guess. But the way the building was laid out, that meant he would sit facing my window. So it just looked like he came to sit and show me that he had his shirt off. Or at least that’s what I told myself.

“One time I heard him out there on a phone call. Speaking Spanish or something – sometimes it sounded like French. Oh man, I had noticed the accent, but this just made me really hot.

“Sounds like you had a fun crush.”

“Most definitely, but not like crushes in high school, or crushes on celebrities. This was a purely carnal thing. I wanted my fantasies to rage.

“One morning while Alex was in the kitchen, I decided to tease him a bit. I would crawl out of my window to water my plants every few days – it was so much faster than walking around the side door. But this time, I put on the loosest pair of shorts I had – with no underwear on! And I crawled out butt first. I couldn’t see if he was looking. I started to come out and my shorts got caught against the window frame and they started getting pulled up, so I went more slowly than usual, in case he was looking. I can’t imagine my pussy didn’t show.

“I got down with a little bounce and smiled at him nervously. He smiled back and waved at me with just his fingers. Then, when I watered the plants, I made sure to bend over at the waist and make sure he could see down my shirt.

“I remember that all being very intense for me. When I went to go back inside, I got a little self-conscious that he was still there so I kind of raced into the window. I shut the blinds and got under the covers and started touching myself furiously. I didn’t want Alex to hear me, so I covered my mouth when I came.”

“Was it a particularly good orgasm?”

“Not really – or I don’t remember it being one. I did think it was remarkable how wet I had gotten just from that little display I did. I guess usually when I masturbate, I get wet as I go, so it was surprising to see that my slit was soaked at the first touch.”

“OK, so you `showed` yourself to him. Did you notice any change in him?”

“I don’t know if it was coincidence or not. But he seemed to be grilling a lot more after that! He would do it as we were going to bed; I don’t know who eats that late!”

“How late was it?”

“Like around 9.”

“Ha, that’s not late. You’re going to bed too early!”

“Haha, OK, maybe. Life with Alex was pretty boring. He’d get in bed and turn on the TV. So if I smelled grill smoke, I would put on a little show.”

“A show?”

“Yeah. Our window was pretty private, except of course if someone was sitting in the yard. I noticed that no matter where the chairs were during the day, there would always be one facing our window the morning after he grilled. If our lights were on, I couldn’t see out. But one day after turning the lights off, I looked discreetly through the blinds and saw him there. So I figured it was always him.

“And I started doing little shows, in case he was there. The topkapı escort blinds would be down, but I’d leave them open, so he could see in through the slats. And then I would take my clothes off where he could see me. I couldn’t do anything too fancy, because Alex was there, but I definitely showed him my boobs.”

“Why not just strip for Alex and let your neighbor watch?”

“Ha, I guess that would have worked. But I had never done that for Alex before!”

“Maybe he would have liked it.”

“Maybe.”

“OK. What else did you show him?”

“I mean I took my underwear off. So would have seen my bush if he was looking. And my butt.”

“Do you think he saw it?”

“I definitely remember fantasizing that he did! I also once masturbated for him.”

“What do you mean, `for him`?”

“I left the blinds open, like I said, and then put my knees up, spread my legs, and touched myself with the lights on.”

“So he could see you finger yourself?”

“Well, he would have been behind my head, so he couldn’t see my pussy. But I hope he saw my hand was down there.

“Once I did my little undress / dress show and put on a black nightie. In the morning when I heard he was coming down the stairs, I ran out wearing it to `run into him`.”

“And what happened?”

“Nothing, ha! He said hello in his usual charming self. I just hoped that if he saw it up close, that it would help his fantasy.”

“Saw what?”

“The outfit I put on for him the night before!”

“Do you think he was having fantasies about you?”

“Well, I know he was!”

“He told you? In the stairwell?”

“No. A few weeks later. This sort of teasing back and forth went on for a few weeks – or months? Who knows. 2020, am I right?”

“Back and forth? He was teasing you back?”

“Well, he started coming to sit outside or window at night even when he wasn’t grilling. So I told myself he was coming for the show. So maybe he wasn’t teasing me – I was teasing myself with the idea that he liked looking at my body. I was learning a whole new kind of pleasure.”

“What do you mean? Like different strokes?”

“Haha, such a man thing to say. `Different strokes for different folks!` That’s not what I mean, though I suppose I often vary how I touch myself depending on the mood. But in this case, I mean more that these fantasies about him were on my mind quite often, so I was at a new basis level of arousal – basically all the time. More wet spots on my panties when I changed at night, that sort of thing. Being significantly more aroused by the time I first touched myself was a new experience for me, and I had a lot of fun with it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I guess it was liberating in a way. It made me really like my body. For example, one day Alex was out for a few hours, and I got myself really worked up watching him work out outside my window. I turned on some music and started dancing in front of my mirror. I could look around the corner out the window and still watch him, then I’d go back to myself in the mirror and make some very sexual motions with my body. I had never really done that – you know, like when guys make that stupid thrusting motion with their friends.”

“Right. We do that all the time.”

“Haha surely! Anyway, I started pulling up my shirt, and I liked seeing my tummy. I pulled my shorts down a little to make it `riskier`. I started getting hot – I thought I looked really sexy.

“I took my shorts off and danced in just a shirt. It was a bigger shirt, so you couldn’t really see that I wasn’t wearing any bottoms. That was sexy to me. I felt like he would like it because I liked it.

“I looked at my butt in the mirror. I pulled my shirt up a bit to show it to myself. I turned around, and gyrated my hips, pulling the shirt up more so I could look at my muff. I didn’t even look at him anymore at that point. I was really just enjoying myself – literally.

“I took my shirt off completely and kept gyrating, dancing way more freely than I usually do. I always thought Alex would prefer it if I had bigger boobs, but at that instant, watching them jiggle, I figured he was a pretty lucky guy.”

“Do you remember what song was playing?”

“Ha! I do remember at that very instant Shania Twain came on and I just laughed out loud and went to my phone to skip it. That’s when I saw him doing squats, facing the window, and I was suddenly embarrassed. I was caught off guard, completely naked, right in front of him. But in that moment, invigorated by my own sexiness, I did something that I never thought I would be able to.”

“What’s that?”

“I waved at him – a very obvious wave. I wanted to see if he could see me. He didn’t wave back, and he was always very enthusiastic about saying hi, so I figured he couldn’t. Maybe since it was brighter out than in my room? So I started dancing there, naked, facing him. But I skipped the song first!”

“What came on next?”

“Ha. `Disco Tits` by Tove Lo.”

“Ha! aksaray escort I love it”

“Yeah, I was in the right mood for it. I had started to sweat. I started feeling the music – I know it sounds cliche. But it was electrifying. I looked right at his face and started touching myself. I ran my hands down along my body. Tracing the sides of my tits, then down to my hips, and along the front of my thighs.

“I rubbed my butt. Gripped my cheeks – the way I like it. Spread them, then let them go. I ran my hands up my lower back and felt the moisture of my own hot sweat. I looked down at my nipples and watched myself pinch them. And then I played with them while I looked at him. He was just sitting there – holding a squat. I thought for a second that we had made eye contact. I got this burning sensation on my chest – an instant shot of anxiety – like when you jolt yourself awake from an intense dream. But it only turned me on more.

“It was so utterly exhilarating. I was basically panting. I could feel my heartbeat throbbing in my neck. He was still holding that squat, Jesus Christ!

“I ran my hands down very slowly to my pussy. I wanted to come up from below, so I traced around it at first, onto the front of my thighs, and then I turned my fingers in so I could come up the inside of my thighs. I was soaking wet with sweat – or so I thought at first. It turns out I was literally dripping. I couldn’t remember the last time I had gotten that wet.

“The song seemed to get louder. I spread my legs a bit, and thrust my hips forward. I was surprised that I could smell myself, and it smelled fucking great. My chest tightened up again. Was he staring at me? I was staring right at him, breathing fast and loud. With one hand, I pulled up on my clit, and I got the fingers on the other hand nice and wet, and then started rubbing my raised clit as fast as I could with them, pushing my hips forward. My glutes were on fire and my legs were shaking.

“I looked right at his eyes. I told myself he wished he could see me. I remember looking down as I furiously rubbed myself, smearing my juices all over. My boobs were jiggling with the strokes and I felt like I really loved them very much. I loved myself. I was really fucking sexy.

“I rubbed faster and faster, pulling at myself to expose my clit more. My heart was pounding in my chest. Sweat was dripping down my lower back. I let myself moan with each breath. I was really close to coming, but I was just holding it back as hard as I could. I wanted to explode.

“Then he finally got up from his squat, and walked a bit towards the window. I could only see him from the chest down now. He was fidgeting with the draw string on his shorts, moving his legs about a bit. I remember saying, `Oh yes, baby. You can dance with me`. I said it out loud!

“I had this sudden urge to pee – and I swear that I saw a bulge in his shorts. Had he been watching this whole time? I closed my eyes and pictured him giving me his cock. That’s when I lost it. Now *that* was a memorable orgasm.

“My legs just turned to jello, and I nearly fell onto the floor. The second I stopped holding back, I feel like my pussy wanted to jump out of me, and I squirted. That hadn’t happened in a very long time.

“I stood there for a minute, hunched over the bed, looking at my wet pubic hair, coming down from that ride. A few minutes later I crawled onto the bed, and almost immediately fell asleep.

“Sounds intense.”

“It most definitely was. It had been years since I’d had an orgasm like that.”

“Then what happened?”

“Well, we kept living. He did his thing, I did my thing; I thought about sucking his cock and I sure as hell hope he thought about eating my pussy!”

“Haha, I bet he did!”

“Yeah – we’ll get to that. I felt really, really good about myself. I guess it was delusional? I wasn’t actually doing anything, it was all just manufactured in my head. I had allowed this fantasy to be an unspoken, secret reality.”

“Sounds like there’s more?”

“Oh yes, there’s more. Over the next few weeks, things proceeded as before. I did my little shows for him, he did his little shows for me. No more crazy private masturbation shows on my part, though.”

“Did he do any masturbation shows for you?”

“No. But I did catch him watching me move the laundry from the washer to the drier. It wasn’t much of a show, though. And once, I caught him in there hanging out with just my laundry, hahah. I liked that he was snooping around.

“But I would go through these waves of horniness, and with them, the fantasy, too, would ebb. I didn’t do anything as dramatic as dance naked for myself again, but I did do things like lay under the covers for hours just gently caressing myself, thinking about the things he may do to me if I let him. I had never done that before – never spent so much time and energy on my own pleasure.

“And then, one day, it happened.”

“What happened?”

“I made him touch me. I fulya escort asked him to make me cum, the way I wanted to cum. Well, I didn’t force him, of course!”

“Well, certainly if I had been in his position, I would need no forcing!”

“Yeah, it didn’t take any effort at all. I just asked him to.”

“What did you say?”

“I didn’t say anything. I had started to see him sitting out in the yard in the morning, too. I suppose he was hoping for a morning show as well. So one evening, after he had left his post, I moved his chair away from my window – so I could tell when he moved it back. I woke up early the next morning, full of deviant excitement.

“Alex was still fast asleep when I started to caress myself. I had just washed the sheets – I loved the way they felt against my skin when they were freshly clean. I slowly wiggled around under them, so they could caress my body. I ran my fingers along my sides as I meditated, focusing on my breathing, on my heat, on my vulva.

“I ran a fingertip through my bush, slowly tracing little swirls on my mound. I ran it along the joint between my pussy and my leg. I rested my palm over my slit and squeezed my legs around it.

“The other hand was wondering throughout, caressing my face, my neck, my lips…and then my breasts, and eventually my ass – another first for me in 2020.”

“You had never done anything there?”

“Nope! I was one of those that thought it was a dirty hole and no fun belonged there! But idle hands…”

“Haha yes, of course. What was it like?”

“Just light touches, especially on the gap from my vagina to my anus. Sometimes when I’d spread my cheeks, I’d make sure a finger on the grabbing hand went a bit too far – teasing. I suppose.”

“Right. OK, so you’re still in bed…”

“Exactly, yes, back to the story. The hand that was resting on my vulva was getting very warm there. The one touching my ass was making my chest glow like a furnace. All my movements were slow and gentle at this point, as I didn’t want to wake Alex up.”

“Because you didn’t want him to know?”

“Oh, not at all. I often fantasized that he would catch me masturbating and fuck the shit out of me. But in this case, I didn’t want him to interrupt my meditation. I wanted to focus entirely on myself, and the possibility that I would have a spectator for when I finally decided to let go.”

“Ah yes. OK, so then what happened?”

“Alex did wake up, hahaha! He stumbled to the bathroom and then said he’d make breakfast. That was good news for me. Also good news was that the sun was starting to peek in. The sun is usually what seemed to bring this guy out in the mornings.

“So I focused again, and now, with the bed empty, I was free to move however I pleased. I tuned out the coffee grinder, the refrigerator door opening and closing. I turned onto my stomach and straddled Alex’s pillow. It reminded me of being a teenager – when I first discovered all this.

“But, unlike when I was a girl, I put the corner of the other pillow in my mouth. I drove my hips into the pillow, kept one finger on my ass, and with the other hand, I just pulled myself apart, gripped at my skin – calculated moves meant to expose me more to the pillow.

“The sound of my exhales impinging on the pillow at my face kept my rhythm. I visualized the flow of energy coming through my body with each breath – with each gyration. I watched the heat build inside me. I was a power plant, releasing energy into the world with each grip and stroke of my pussy.

“My favorite part of this whole meditative method was the discovery of my physical arousal. It was all about a very gentle buildup before I touched anywhere near my vagina. When I finally did, and found out how wet I was, it was like a mini-orgasm. I was getting a satisfaction – separate than the physical pleasure I was giving myself through this exercise – a pleasure that I was pleasuring myself – not sure if that makes sense.”

“No, I get it.”

“I must have been going now for a good hour and a half – with maybe 15 minutes on my stomach. And then it happened.”

“You came?”

“Haha oh lord no, far from it. He came. Down to his chair that is.”

“Ah!”

“I had my eyes closed and I sensed the light change as his long morning shadow swept across my wriggling body. I paused. Attentive. And I heard him move the chair back. I opened my eyes to confirm. I could only see his knees at this point.

“I got up, looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I peeked at the kitchen to see the breakfast progress. Then I raised the blinds quickly, so as to announce it, and stood back in a shadow. He had turned his head away, as to not get caught – how silly! I waited for him to look back to the window, and then I bent over in front of him, showing him my ass. I spread it for him – well, I should say, I spread it for myself – but so that he could see it. I wanted it to be obvious that this was not a morning stretch.

“I partially stood up, and looked back at him. He perked up. I gave him one of those `It’s OK` looks. He adjusted his posture and waited anxiously. Then I walked to the window, opened it, and made my way onto it, as if I were going to crawl out – but I just left my ass out. The air was chilly. I could hear the birds, the rustling of the leaves in a gentle breeze. And I turned my head to look at him.

After reading feedback from a reader that they have a swap club, I was both excited and motivated to contribute our real wife swapping experience for the benefit of readers, especially for the couples. The story has gone little long but I have tried to recollect each and every detail of the experience. Since I have taken special pains I would request the readers specially the couples to read till the end and forward their views.

I am a well-placed and handsome officer engineer. My name is Sunny. I have a beautiful wife. Her name is Pooja. WE BELONG TO PUNJAB. Three years before our sex life appeared to become routine though we were regularly having sex. We had been reading stories and seeing blue movies. This introduced us to threesome, foursome, lesbian and wife swapping concepts. Pooja used to get excited seeing a Negro fucking a female with his big cock in the movies. Initially we did not think about swapping too much both of us being from conservative families. But subsequently we started fantasizing while making love. We started telling each other our fantasies thus bringing each other too fantastic climaxes. She would tell a fantasy involving her English professor or a class fellow whom she had liked in her hindsight before marriage but never dared to even think of it. I also started telling her fictions stories about the woman I liked. As the days passed by we started asking whether we would actually like to do it with another partner. I readily agreed. She being a shy lady was hesitant to say yes. But I knew she wanted it.

Though I was possessive about my beautiful, innocent and sexy wife I took the plunge. I advertised in a couple’s column of a magazine. We got few responses but since we were beginners we selected a couple who are doctors. We met twice but only restricted to stripping, kissing and massaging each other. Though we enjoyed every bit of it but we did not get into fucking each other’s wife. I found myself to be possessive about Pooja where as she seemed to be ready for fuck from the gentleman without hesitation. The lady doctor was also mad after me for fucking her, however I disappointed her too. Finally we were transferred from that city so things came at a temporary halt. After a gap of two years we came across a couple when we finally got into fucking with some other partner. Till date Pooja is ready to be fucked by this man any time. She has become very fond of his thick cock.

Our friends were again introduced through a magazine. After one or two letter exchanges, we exchanged our telephone numbers. To cut it short we met one day at their place. The guy is an electronic engineer and the lady is a housewife. His name is Dheeraj and her name is Swati. Dheeraj is a handsome gentleman with broad shoulders. Swati is a good-looking lady with sexy eyes. It was evening time. Since both of them like drinks we started off with drinks. My wife also started sipping after some resistance since she was a non-drinker. I think Dheeraj had impressed her with his talk. During our discussion Pooja had observed that Dheeraj was an intelligent man. Swati seemed to enjoy her drinks and in between we were exchanging looks exploring each other. In between the discussion Dheeraj mentioned that he had a great cock and no lady has ever said no to him. Swati also confirmed his statement and added that he was very good at fucking. Pooja looked down shyly but at the same time getting impressed. Dheeraj asked her not to feel shy instead enjoy the evening. He told her that one should enjoy every moment of life in each and every form. By this time Dheeraj, Swati and I had finished four drinks each. My darling Pooja was on her first drink. Swati went near her and helped her to finish her drink. Dheeraj poured another drink for every one and moved near Pooja saying that this drink he will have near Pooja.

Dheeraj gave the glass to Pooja and started praising her beautiful body. He mentioned that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever met. He took a sip from Pooja’s glass and touched the rim of his glass to Pooja’s soft lips. She hesitantly took two or three sips. By this time I could see the huge bulge in Dheeraj’s Bermuda. Encouraged by Pooja’s response he got hold of one of her hands and put it on his bulge. She shyly withdrew her hand after he had made her feel his bulge. At this stage I had a mixed feeling of sex and possessiveness of my wife. Suddenly I saw Dheeraj hold Pooja’s hands and making her sit in his lap. I could see the shy cheeks of Pooja going red with the touch of the hidden cock. He made her finish her drink in his lap. Infact now they were sharing each other’s drink. In between I could see his hand move to her boobs and have an assessment of them. He kissed her gently on the cheek making her comfortable in his lap.

Meanwhile I moved towards Swati and took my arm around her while sitting on the sofa. I cupped my hand on one of her boobs and told her she was looking sexy. We finished our drinks. By this time things had warmed up and every one of us was excited. I kissed Swati on her cheeks and lips. She also reciprocated. Both of us found ourselves looking at Dheeraj and Pooja. Dheeraj had made Pooja sit on his thighs with her legs bakırköy escort spread on both sides of his legs and her face towards him. He was sucking and kissing her cheeks and lips madly. Pooja had also surrendered fully to him. He lifted her shirt and started massaging her back. Pooja had closed her eyes with shyness and pleasure. The temptation was too much for Dheeraj as he quickly removed her pink bra and started fondling with her huge breasts very fondly with both hands. I could see Pooja’s erect nipples due to the treatment given by Dheeraj. He was very happy to see her shapely boobs and started sucking them hungrily like a child one by one. While having sucks, bites and licks on Pooja’s tits and nipples Dheeraj removed her shirt that was hampering the process. I could see Pooja’s legs stretched to the full indicating that her cunt must be itching to get it from him since she was already in his lap. Dheeraj was madly showering kisses on her boobs, arms, cheeks, neck and ears driving her to a wild ecstasy.

Meanwhile I had been sucking Swati’s boobs with my face in her lap as she was sitting on the floor. I had made her milk plants naked by unhooking her ceramic bra and removing her shirt. She was getting her boobs sucked as if she was feeding her child. My hands reached in between her pyjamas and felt the smoothness of her thighs and buttocks. I put my hand in her panty and inserted my finger inside her wet cunt to feel her. She gave out a moan. and kissed me gently. I saw Dheeraj changing position with my wife; he removed his T-shirt and brought Pooja’s face near to his nipples so that she could give them a lick. She gave his nipples good licks and bites as his hands started exploring her ass. He hugged her tightly and I could see Pooja’s huge breast crushing against his hairy chest. He untied the cord of her salwar and removed it. Oh god Dheeraj had made my wife naked exposing her milky and shapely thighs clad in a pink panty.. She could put any model to thoughts with her shapely body.

With this Dheeraj’s tool in his Bermudas got further enlarged trying to defeat the fabric on it. Dheeraj murmured” you have got a nice ass Pooja, your legs are too good” At the same time he cupped her ass cheeks. He gave her a good hug (in Punjabi we call it a juffi) with his chest pressing her boobs and crotch touching her crotch. She also locked her arms around him. His hands were madly on her thigh and buttocks and his tongue had met her tongue while doing all this. He was kissing her with full passion. He lifted her gently and placed her on the sofa. He started licking the fingers of her feet. He was more particular to give nice licks in the space between the fingers. Pooja was now moaning with the pleasure. He took his tongue to her legs and knees tasting each and every portion and then to her thighs. Meanwhile I had also removed Swati’s pyjamas and shirt and given her a lick and massage everywhere on her body. She was looking good in her ceramic panty. She also removed my T-shirt and jeans on my request. Now I was in my red jockey only. My cock was fully erect. Swati praised, my tool, my body and said I had a firm ass.

Dheeraj overturned Pooja on the sofa and started licking her back starting from the neck to the top of her ass. Pooja moaned aaaaah oooohhhhhh for every flick of her tongue due to the ticklish and sensuous sensation. Her shyness had vanished as Dheeraj had rightly justified that no lady had refused him till date .He licked her ass cheeks and gave light bites on them by gently adjusting her panty with his fingers to expose them. Dheeraj was moving towards possessing my wife in whom she was cooperating though she had every time negated the proposal. On the contrary I was slightly hesitant towards any action further though Swati and myself were enjoying the act. Dheeraj again commanded Pooja to sit on her back to which she willingly obeyed. It was obvious that she now wanted the big one really inside her. No sooner she adjusted her big sexy ass on the sofa Dheeraj removed her pink panty which was now slightly soaked with his hand and straight away took his mouth in between her thighs, “you have a nice pussy darling’’ uttered Dheeraj and inserted his tongue on her clit by widening it with his hands. He started tongue fucking every part of her vagina in between taking the clit in his lips .Pooja also lifted and adjusted her ass to make best use of the opportunity. While doing this Dheeraj took his hands to her nipples and stared twisting them gently, in between increasing the force and at times pressing her boobs in full.

Pooja seemed to be at moon with pleasure as it was imminent from her moans of pleasure i.e. ahhh ooooooh. The scene on our side was that Swati was in my arms as I went about fingering her pussy with my fingers through her panty. Her skin was quite smooth for enjoying. I also removed her panty and gave her a nice lick at times massaging Swati’s hole with my finger. But we found both of us were paying attention towards Dheeraj and Pooja probably due to possessiveness. In my case no body had earlier fucked my wife.

With those inhibitions on, I saw Dheeraj removing his Bermuda şirinevler escort in one go. There came out the thick monster saluting Pooja as he stood with his crotch near her face. It almost touched her nose as he further moved near her. Though his cock length was as good as mine but it was thicker and fat. ‘‘PLEASE TAKE IT IN YOUR SWEET MOUTH DARLING POOJA”, said Dheeraj. To my surprise she held it in her hands and felt it . ” It is so thick I won’t be able to “, she said shyly. Dheeraj immediately adjusted his ass and knees on the sofa and made his cock touch her soft lips. “Take just the top portion, Pooja you will like it”, said Dheeraj. Pooja opened her mouth and took the cap of the monster inside it and started giving her lick and suck treatment.

Out of possessiveness I said, “Not beyond this Dheeraj”. Dheeraj replied, ” Come on yaar, you enjoy with my wife” at the same time inserting half of his cock in Pooja’s mouth which had to be opened more than the normal to accommodate the thick penis. I think Pooja had also become greedy for the meaty cock as she seemed to enjoy the suck session. Dheeraj took Pooja’s hands behind him and asked her to massage the area between his balls and the ass hole that she very artistically did, in between putting her finger inside his hole voluntarily. He told his wife to suck my cock instead of looking at them. She took my cock and placed her hot and wet lips on it and started sucking it with passion thus diverting my attention for the time being. This gave a chance to Pooja to fully enjoy Dheeraj’s cock though she had trouble opening her mouth to accommodate the thickness and length. After sucking it for few minutes she took the cock out saying “My mouth is tired, I will just lick it now.” Dheeraj agreed and said, “Ok darling lick it and enjoy it. It is made for you by the god”. She started licking from the base as Dheeraj sat on the sofa adjusting his ass suitably to let his genital area in front of her face. She was kneeling and licking his balls occasionally taking her tongue to the area between his balls and ass hole. “Uuh ooh ahh superb Pooja, I am in heaven” said Dheeraj.

Encouraged she gave a total lick to his cock with special sucks on the top. I could see my wife’s sexy and monumental ass clearly since she was kneeling. Swati and I were also engaged in licking and kissing when I saw Dheeraj gently lift her and carry her on the bed. He laid her on the bed and kissed on her face and spoke,” Meri Jan Pooja, now I will give you the fuck of your lifetime”. He widened her legs which she also willingly did and positioned his knees to rub his tool on her clit. He was about to enter her hungry love hole when I interrupted saying” we will fuck own wives. ” Though he didn’t like he stopped and gentlemanly controlled his movement. Pooja like a good desi female didn’t say anything though she seemed to be disappointed by my action. I think Dheeraj’s wife was also feeling possessive about her husband as she supported d my idea.

Now we got hold of own wives and fucked them on the same bed i.e. Dheeraj fucked Swati and I fucked Pooja. I have cut out the details here to accommodate other details of this experience. We had our dinner and went to sleep with own wives on separate beds. When the lights were off, my wife and I were in a deep hug lying on the bed. I asked her if she enjoyed and requested her to tell me what all she enjoyed in particular. She told me it was very nice. I could guess her disappointment from her talk of not allowing Dheeraj to have her. She went to sleep and so did Dheeraj and Swati. However I could not sleep as I was wandering why I didn’t let them enjoy. It was like I wanted it and also at the same time had mental block of my wife not to be fucked by other man. While thinking this I was holding her tight as if Dheeraj will come and have her, but I found myself enjoying fantasizing Dheeraj’s dick inside Pooja.

My cock was again erect but I didn’t disturb my lovely wife who seemed to be tired. I might have slept for only one hour when the morning arrived. It must be around 6 AM when I woke up with big erection and started rubbing it on her bare ass by lifting her nighty. She woke up and turned towards me with her bare ass facing towards Dheeraj and Swati who were sleeping at some distance. We hugged and kissed tightly as if we had met for the first time. I let her head rest on my right shoulder and put my left leg in between her legs so that her boobs could touch my chest and my erect cock was in between her thighs. I was feeling her naked ass with my left hand and kissing her furiously. Our heavy breathing suddenly woke up Dheeraj. He hesitantly came on our bed and lay down on the other side of Pooja. Motivated by our act he gained in confidence and put his hand on Pooja’s bare ass.

I tried to be ignorant as I thought he could do everything except fucking her. Slowly he moved further and touched his crotch on Pooja’s ass. I knew how much Pooja liked when I embrace her from behind and press my cock on her ass when we go to sleep. She must have felt the effect of a fatter cock on her ass. He increased the pressure. Now Pooja was sandwiched güngören escort as she also adjusted her ass to meet his crotch. So it was quiet clear that both of them wanted to fuck to glory despite my restriction of cock cunt contact. Keeping the contact he removed his Bermuda and became totally naked. He again touched Pooja’s ass with his naked cock that might have swelled to its full-length courtesy Pooja’s voluptuous ass. I was just softly rubbing my cock on her thighs paying more attention to our breast chest contact and kisses. My left hand happened to go in between her thighs and by chance touched Dheeraj’s cock. It was a great feeling to touch others man’s swelled cock as it was only my first time. As I shyly tried to withdraw my hand I could feel Dheeraj bringing his cock near to my hand so that I could feel it without any effort,.

This was a sensational feeling especially when we both were sandwiching my wife. I could feel his hand touching my cock and moving the outer portion of it to take me to pleasure zone. I also held his cock voluntarily now as I liked its swelling and softness. He adjusted his position in such a way that his cock was on the rear portion of the partition of Pooja’s thighs. He slightly opened her thighs so that the head of his cock was just near her love hole. Suddenly he managed to get his right leg in between her legs by displacing my left leg to let his thick cock rub her cunt lips. Pooja was excited to glory and I could make out that she had arched her back slightly and moved her ass backwards to adjust his cock head fit in the cunt lips on the entrance of her juicing hole. I could feel this with my hand. With this encouragement and cooperation from her his love hungry cock went inside her cunt giving no time to my hand to stop it.

I could see the pleasure on her face as she tightly hugged me crushing her heaving breast against my chest and relieving her portion below the waist from me and further adjusting her thighs and ass to get his cock inside her cunt. I didn’t mind it this time as I was also hypnotized by the proceedings. I gave her few kisses on her lips and cheeks which totally signalled her to surrender her pricey cunt to Dheeraj and also Dheeraj to go for the fuck.

Dheeraj was now fully into his elements as he thrust his cock fully into her after few light knocks. I could see a slight pain on her face initially as it was also obvious from the words she uttered, “Suu iiiii “. The pain was probably overcome by her already lubricated hole and the tight hug with me. Probably Dheeraj was slowly doing it. Dheeraj readjusted his position with aggressiveness by lifting / folding Pooja’s right top leg for deeper thrusts sending out loud moan “Aaaah aaah “ from Pooja. He held one of her boobs with his hand took his mouth near Pooja’s rosy cheek to kiss it. Pooja also greeted him by turning her face towards his lips and let him suck her lips. She too kissed him on his cheeks that he liked very much. Now the tempo was set for the actual real fuck as he got his knees in between her legs and Pooja left my hug to rest her ass on the bed for his and her convenience. Dheeraj showered some quick kisses on her ass cheeks and gave few licks on her demanding cunt.

He went into a dominant position from this by pressing his shoulders against her thighs thus raising them a little and placing his lips on her tits and sucking them one by one letting his huge cock touch her hips. He further moved to kiss her and crush her boobs with his chest. He increased his grip on her by bringing his thighs near her ass and slightly raising and widening the gap between her legs thus bringing the cock totally on the pussy. Sucking her lips he moved his ass in such a way that he could thrust his cock in her cunt. Pooja moaned, “Suu iiiii awash “, as his fat penis straight away went inside her in the missionary position. Now he left kissing her and started thrusting his cock in her love hole with speed. “Aaaahh ooohhhh uii “moaned Pooja as Dheeraj was fucking her with vigour. These sounds were getting mixed with THAP THAP THAP THAP __ _ _ _ sounds which were produced when his front portion of the thighs were slapping against her rare portion of thighs. Like this “THAP suu THAP THAP THAP uiii uuuuu THAP THAP THAP THAP oooooh aaaaah “. “Aahhh Dard ho raha hai Dheere “Pooja uttered at the same time clinging her legs to his body. Dheeraj replied “Darling dard me bhi maza hai thori der baad dekhna “.

I moved towards rear of Dheeraj and could see his firm ass moving vigorously to set the piston movement of the cock in the cunt. Movement of the muscles of his ass cheeks was visible with each thrust. I could see his balls slapping on her ass near her ass hole. I moved my eyes below his balls to view his cock inside my beloved. On seeing I could realize why she was moaning in pain as I could watch that the monster cock had stretched her cunt lips to a width to which they were never extended earlier. It was tightly fitting. I touched his cock and felt the exterior of her pussy with my hands. I felt his ass cheeks with my hands and naughtily inserted my finger in his hole that he liked. In between he took out his cock fully and insert it again, followed by thumping which sometimes shook the whole bed. I could see juices flowing from Pooja’s hole as she uttered ahhh ahh ahh. Now he placed a pillow under her ass so that he could carry out deep thrusting. He raised her legs as erect as possible to accommodate his tool. In between he kissed her legs briefly by slowing down his movement.

Looking back, Roger Marks thought that his acceptance on the staff of Mason Alexander Preparatory School was the best thing to ever happen to him. He was 28 years old and was now on the faculty of the most exclusive, well-funded, and well-paying private school in the state. The student body was well-behaved, coming from the more affluent families in the surrounding tri-state area. Of course there were the occasional spoiled brats, but they didn’t last long. The school had a very strict set of rules which they were quick to enforce. Roger particularly liked the rule that the students must wear school uniforms. The uniforms consisted of dark trousers, white shirts, dark ties and maroon blazers for the boys, with the girls wearing plaid maroon pleated skirts, white shirts, ties, and blazers. All of this combined to make the student body the best-behaved group of young people in the state.

Except for one.

There was one student, a female, who could literally get away with murder. She was a little taller than most of the girls in the school, standing 5’9″, and had long, thick, luxurious burgundy hair which she almost always wore covering the right side of her face. Her eyes were green, of course, and were the kind that were called “bedroom eyes,” the lids open only halfway or so, giving her the look of one who had just woke up. Her face was complimented by a perfectly shaped nose and full, soft lips. She had an hourglass figure that all of the other girls on campus would have killed for — a narrow waist, firm, flat stomach, and long, shapely legs that ended in a pair of firm, rounded buttocks. But it was without a doubt her exceptionally full bust that set her apart. Her breasts were huge, full and round, standing proudly out from her chest like twin basketballs, and they swayed heavily with every movement she made. Her nipples and the surrounding areola were equally as big as her breasts, her huge nipples perpetually erect, poking out against the fabric of her shirt all the way through her bra.

She was fully aware of the effect her figure had on the male members of both the student body and the staff, and she used it to her advantage at every turn. She never bought lunch at the school cafeteria, since the male students would line up to buy it for her. She could be late to any class she wanted and not hear a peep from the male teacher; likewise, if she got too hot (which she often did) and wanted to remove her blazer in violation of the rules, she did so without a word of complaint from anyone. The male students — and the male faculty as well — secretly looked forward to her doing so. The sight of her big, perpetually erect nipples pressing against the fabric of her silk bra and the light cotton of the shirt was always enough to silence any objection to this slight bending of the school dress code.

She literally had the run of the campus, and she knew it.

Her looks alone could have been the reason she got away with the things she did, but it wasn’t. It was one of two reasons. The other was her name.

Her name was Jessica Alexander, the 19-year-old granddaughter of the founding father and school namesake, Mason Alexander.

And as of today, she was in Roger’s class.

Roger knew from the first moment when she swayed into his class, ten minutes after the bell rang, that she was going to be trouble with a capital “T.” When the door opened and she came in, she stopped at the doorway and looked him over, the right side of her gorgeous face hidden by her long hair. Her blazer was open, the mountainous globes of her breasts making it impossible to close. Her white shirt was one size too small on purpose and was stretched tight across her mammoth breasts. The end of her tie dangled in the air, suspended from the shelf of her breasts. Her plaid skirt was shorter than short, stopping at a little higher than mid-thigh even though the rules said it should stop just above the kneecap. A smile crept to her lips as she let her gaze run up and down the length of his body, her bedroom eyes taking everything in and apparently liking what she saw. Roger was, on the average, 30 years younger than the rest of the male staff.

“I’m sorry I’m late, Mr. Marks,” she said in a breathy, soft voice. “I was…unavoidably detained.” She smiled at him, continuing to look him up and down.

“That’s fine, Jessica,” Roger replied, trying very hard — and almost not succeeding — not to stare at her breasts. “Just go ahead and take your seat.”

She continued to smile at him, her smile growing as she walked past him to her desk near the back of the room, her rounded ass swaying with her movements. The boys in the class were mesmerized by her, and they all began to shift in their seats as the inevitable reaction to her presence took place. You could almost hear the slacks getting tight in the crotch as she walked past each young man. You also could almost hear the envy in the looks of the girls in the class as well.

Once she got to her seat she turned and slowly sat down, crossing her long legs and ataköy escort sitting back in her seat. She continued to look him up and down and smile that smile at him for the rest of the day, giving Roger the impression that she was sizing him up.

And he was right. She had set her sights on him, and wasted no time in letting him know.

The next day when she came into class, she moved from her usual place in the back of the room to the center of the front row, right up where she could see him and vice-versa. Roger immediately noticed that her tie was loosened and the first three buttons of her shirt were open, revealing a large amount of cleavage. Her shirt was so tight that he could clearly see the lace of the demi-cup bra she was wearing. She smiled coyly at him as, halfway through his class, she removed her jacket and sat back, thrusting those twin mountains at him. He could clearly see the big nubs of her nipples pressing against her bra and shirt, and he could have sworn they got even bigger as time went by.

The next day she did the same thing again, her tie loosened and her shirt unbuttoned as before, only this time when she took off her jacket it was very clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her mammoth breasts swayed heavily back and forth as she draped the jacket on the back of her chair, threatening to rip the shirt wide open. Her nipples were huge and erect, poking out hard against the thin cotton of her shirt, and through the shirt Roger could see the large, dark circles of her areolas. Once again, the shifting of the young men in the class could be clearly heard as they got fleeting glimpses of her spectacular figure. She sat straight up in the chair, hands clasped on the desk in front of her, breasts pushed out towards him, smiling that coy smile at him for the rest of the class. He tried to hide his growing erection from her but didn’t quite manage it; he saw her looking down at it and saw her smile widen as she noticed the bulge in his pants.

The next day the notes started showing up on his desk.

The first one simply stated, “I like you, and I know you like me. I saw the proof yesterday in the lump in your pants.” That was all. The second note showed up two days later, after he had endured two more days of seeing Jessica sitting braless in the front row of his class. On the second day her shirt was open to the fourth button, giving Roger a clear view of her entire cleavage to the point he could see where her breasts separated. Halfway through the class her tie got swallowed up by her massive breasts, disappearing in her cleavage.

After class was over he found the note on his desk, which said, “I like teasing you and making your cock hard. Did you know that you make my nipples hard and my pussy wet?”

The next day when Jessica sat down at her place in the center of the front row, Roger was surprised to see that her shirt wasn’t unbuttoned and she was wearing a bra. But he knew she was up to something, and about fifteen minutes into the period he found out what it was.

He had been writing on the black board and when he turned around the first thing he saw was that Jessica had propped the heel of her right shoe on the book rack beneath the desk, lifting her knee up, and had her knees spread wide apart. Her short skirt was out of the way, and he had a clear view of her mound covered by a tiny pair of thin white panties. On the crotch of the panties was “I love you” with the word “love” being indicated by a heart. Roger could clearly see Jessica’s smooth-shaven outer lips and the small dark patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair through the thin material of the panties. Her smile was bigger than ever as she moved her right knee back and forth slightly, letting him know that she knew he had gotten the message.

The next note was short and to the point. It simply said, “I want you. And I always get what I want!”

For the next several days, Jessica alternated between teasing him with her huge braless tits or her barely-covered mound. Each day a new note was left on his desk, although he still hadn’t figured out how she was getting them there without his seeing her do it. One of the notes said, “I want to run my tongue around your ear and make you shiver.” Just reading the note made him do just that. Another note said, “I want to run my tongue up your length, make you hard with my mouth, and suck deeply on your shaft before you slip your hardness inside my tight, wet pussy.”

She was wearing him down, and he knew that it wasn’t going to be long before she got what she wanted — him. And he had a feeling that would be the end of his career at Mason Alexander Prep. He was already surprised that the faculty leader hadn’t said something to him about what was going on, as they surely must have heard about it by now. He had thought about bringing it up himself, but to be honest about it all, he liked being the center of attention of this sexy young nymph, and she was certainly worth looking at!

As if she had bahçelievler escort read his mind, the next day the note she left for him simply said, “Don’t worry, my pet. No one will ever know!”

Roger was at the end of his rope. His desire for Jessica had been growing with each day that he was subjected to her considerable feminine charms, and he wanted her desperately. The only thing that had been holding him back was the thought of losing his job, and now she had just taken that doubt away from him — or at least made him not care about that any more.

The next day during class he made mention that he was going to be in the classroom late that evening after school was out for the day doing some research on a project. Hearing this, Jessica’s eyes lit up and her smile broadened — this was her chance, and she knew it! In response to his announcement, when he turned around from the blackboard again he saw that Jessica had propped her knee up again and was surreptitiously rubbing her mound with two fingers, smiling at him as she did so. He smiled back, turning to hide his growing erection again.

Just after dark that evening, Roger went to his classroom and let himself in. The rest of the faculty was off campus for the night and the students did not live on campus, so he was not afraid to turn the light on in his classroom. The windows were shielded from street view by the high brick wall that surrounded the campus, so the chances of anyone on the outside seeing the light and calling the police were slim to none. The bottom line was that if Jessica showed up — and Roger was sure she would — they would not be disturbed.

He didn’t have long to wait. No sooner had he sat down behind his desk than the door to the classroom opened and Jessica walked in. She was still wearing her school uniform, or parts of it anyway. She still had on her shoes and short skirt which was riding low on her hips, but her jacket and tie were gone. Her shirt was completely open and knotted beneath her massive breasts, and for the first time Roger saw her firm, flat stomach and the glittering belly button ring she wore. She was braless again, her massive breasts exposed by the open shirt, her hard nipples poking out through the fabric. She closed the door behind her, not bothering to lock it; her breasts swayed heavily and seductively as she walked towards the desk.

“Hello, Roger…may I call you “Roger?” she said in her breathy, sultry voice.

“Of course,” Roger replied, his eyes transfixed by her beauty and utter sexuality. She smiled as she spoke again.

“Good! I hardly think it appropriate that two people who are about to become lovers should do otherwise,” she said, sitting down in the chair next to his desk. She leaned forward, placing her elbows on the desk and resting her head in her hands. Her massive breasts lay on the desk top, bulging out at Roger. The framing effect this caused around her breasts was stunning.

“Don’t you agree?” she asked, smiling at him, fully aware of the effect she was having on him, as was her intent.

“Yes, I do,” Roger replied, feeling his shaft beginning to lengthen.

“Good!” she said again, still smiling at him. “So tell me, Roger,” she said, her voice low, still holding her head in her hands, “Do you think you can handle me?”

“I think I can,” he replied. “As a matter of fact, Jessica, I’m sure of it,” he said, noting that she smiled more when he called her by her first name. “But the question I have is, can you handle me?”

“Oh, a challenge!” she said, sitting upright and placing her hands on the desk in front of her. “I love a challenge! But what makes you think I wouldn’t be able to handle you?” she asked.

“Because there’s something about me that you don’t know,” he replied, “something that no one here knows,” Roger replied.

“Really?” she said, lifting one eyebrow in a quizzical look. “And just what might that be, my pet?” she asked, her curiosity aroused — among other things. She could already feel her pussy getting wet and tingly at the thought of what was about to happen.

“You’re not the only one here who is — shall we say — bigger than average,” Roger said, sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms, blatantly looking at her huge breasts and then up to her eyes as he said this. “I, too, am bigger than what most people would call ‘normal’ in a certain part of my anatomy.”

“You mean…” she said breathlessly, hoping what she was thinking was true. She looked down at his crotch and then back up to his eyes, her eyes hopeful and filled with desire.

“Yes, I mean just that.”

“How big are you?” she said, breathless again with excitement.

“Nine and a half inches, fully erect.”

She gasped as she sat back in her chair, her eyes wide, her mouth falling open in surprise, her eyes dropping down to his crotch. Her breasts separated slightly inside the shirt holding them in, threatening to break loose. Then she began to smile and raised her bağcılar escort leg up, exposing her thin panties to him as she propped her foot up on his desk. She began to rub her pussy with one hand as she spoke.

“Mmmmm, that sounds just wonderful!” she said, rubbing her mound. “I’ve never had a cock that big inside me before!”

“Well, I think all that’s about to change,” Roger replied.

“Yes, it most certainly is!” she said, standing up in front of him and reaching under her breasts to untie the knot holding her shirt in place. “But before that happens, I want to see just how hard I can get you!” She pulled the shirt open and her massive breasts fell free, the huge nipples hard and erect, the areolas surrounding them dark and crinkling with excitement.

Now it was Roger’s turn to gasp. He had never seen such immense, round, and perfectly formed breasts before. Her areolas were very large, surrounding her equally large, erect nipples, and were just dark enough to give a good contrast. As he ogled her breasts, she slid her hands under them and lifted them up towards him, tweaking and pulling at both nipples with her fingers. She looked down at her nipples and then up at him, keeping her head low as she gazed at him, her lips in a smile. Roger could feel his cock quickly hardening, and shifted his position to give it room to grow.

“It’s working, isn’t it?” Jessica asked, her voice husky with growing passion. “You’re getting hard, aren’t you?” Roger just nodded in reply; Jessica smiled at him and pulled on her nipples harder. “Do you like my breasts, Roger? Do you like my big, hard nipples and the way they stand up for you?” she asked, pulling and twisting on her hard nipples. All Roger could do was stare in amazement and lust, and shift his position again to give his now fully erect cock as much room as he could inside his pants.

She walked over to his chair and stood in front of him, still holding her breasts up, tugging on the nipples. She slid her hands back and pressed her breasts together, offering them to him. He grasped the huge globes in his hands and pulled one to his face, sucking the hard nipple into his mouth. Jessica moaned, slipping her hand around to the back of his head, pressing his mouth against her massive breast harder. Roger sucked hard, pulling the hard nub into his mouth and nipping it with his teeth. He released it and did the same to its twin, making Jessica moan again. She slid a hand down to her mound and began to rub herself as he worked her nipples over.

When she could take no more teasing, she pulled her breasts away from him and then stepped forward, lifting her massive breasts and wrapping them around his head. She squeezed them together, trapping his face between them as he reached around with both hands and squeezed the firm globes of her ass. She wrapped her arms around his head, holding her breasts in place with her arms, and squeezed her breasts around his head by pressing her elbows towards each other. He squeezed her buttocks harder in return. His face was completely enveloped in the soft breast flesh of Jessica’s massive bosom, and as Jessica held him there he found that he couldn’t breathe. But he really didn’t care!

“Do you like that, my pet?” she asked, pressing her elbows together to press her mounds tighter around his head. “Can you breathe in there? Do I let you out, or just keep you in there and smother you between my breasts?”

Just as Roger thought he was going to pass out from lack of oxygen, Jessica released his head from between her “man-killers” and stepped back, walking backwards to her chair. She sat down, her hair still draped over one side of her face, looked at the large bulge in his pants, and then motioned him over to her with her curled finger.

“Come here, my pet,” she said.

Roger stood up, and the large tube of his hard cock could be clearly seen pressing against the cotton khakis he wore. He walked over to Jessica who never took her eyes off of his erection, and stopped in front of her. She slid her hands up his thighs to his zipper, quickly sliding it down. She reached inside his trousers and then inside his boxers, gripping his cock with one hand.

“My God, this thing must be huge!” she said, looking up at him, squeezing his shaft in her hand.

“See for yourself,” he replied.

Dropping her eyes back to his crotch, Jessica pulled his fully-erect cock from his trousers, her mouth falling open and her eyes widening as she saw it for the first time. She began to smile a slightly evil smile as she pumped it with her hand, forcing a large clear drop of fluid to pop out of the tip.

“Mmmm, candy!” she said, and pulled his cock down until it was pointed at her lips. She slipped her tongue out and licked the drop of pre-cum from his cock, swallowing it. She pumped his cock again and was rewarded with another drop of pre-cum, which she also licked off and swallowed. Then she stood his cock up straight and slowly, teasingly ran her tongue all the way up the underside of his shaft, from the base of his cock up to the tip, swirling her tongue around the bulbous head. She pumped it again, and when the drop of fluid appeared she slipped her lips around just the tip of his cock and sucked hard, pulling more fluid from him. He shuddered as she did this, and shuddered again when she slid her wet mouth down over the head of his cock.

Warning – this story contains elements of reluctance, cheating and betrayal, as well as the wanton destruction of a ham casserole. This is pure fantasy, and none of the actions and decisions in the story are condoned or advisable in real life.

Otherwise, enjoy.

Chapter 1

He checked his watch again, feeling nervous. He kept telling himself he had no reason to be, but it didn’t seem to help. She should be here any minute. He stretched his legs again to distract himself, adjusted his shorts, drank a bit of water. He thought he really should have tried running a couple times this week on his own to get back into it. Although deep down he knew it wasn’t his fitness level that made him apprehensive.

The doorbell rang.

“Hey!” she gleamed excitedly as he opened the door. “Ready to go?”

He froze in place. Momentarily awestruck at what he saw. Her beautiful face had always taken him aback before, and today was no exception, with her sparkling green eyes, wavy brown hair, and infectious smile, but he had never seen her wear anything like this running outfit. It really wasn’t anything that was technically inappropriate. He’d seen countless other women wearing basically the same thing, but on her…

It clung seamlessly around her voluptuous figure. A purple jogging bra under a tight white tank-top stretched out by her miraculous bust. The neckline swooped down to reveal the flawless skin of the tops of her breasts, as it curved down into her cavernous cleavage. What seemed like a generous amount showing was really only a taste of what lay waiting below.

Yoga shorts smoothly outlined her round hips, coming halfway down her thicker, but toned and powerful-looking thighs. Despite her curvaceousness she was clearly fit, with well-defined muscles on her legs and elsewhere evident in the contours under her soft-looking skin.

He snapped out of it after what seemed like a stoppage in time, but was really only a second or two.

“Hey! Uh, y-yeah just let me get my shoes on,” he stammered.

“Yeah, of course,” she giggled.

As he turned away to put on his shoes, he fought off a blush.

Get your mind straight, He thought to himself. She’s just a running partner. A casual friend who works in the same building. Don’t get creepy. You have a girlfriend. She has a boyfriend. Grow up.

He couldn’t help arguing to himself that at least his surprise was warranted. She had always dressed fairly modestly at work, despite there not being a particularly strict dress code. A woman can only hide so much, and it wasn’t like he’d never noticed her body before, but today she was on a totally different level.

He closed the door and turned around to receive a view from behind of her walking down to the sidewalk. It was like the yoga shorts were made for her ass, the round but firm buttocks flexing and slightly swaying as she walked, hypnotizing him again. She glanced over her shoulder as he quickly diverted his eyes, and she smiled …almost knowingly? he wondered, before reminding himself again to stop it and to get over himself.

“So you’re a little out of practice you said?” she asked casually.

“Yeah I used to run a lot but it’s harder to find the time and motivation these days,” he replied.

“Well hopefully I can change that,” she winked at him.

She looked down and fiddled with her smartwatch.

“Let’s start with 4 or 5 miles and see how that goes. There’s a trail that branches off into the park a little way up the street here that should be about that long.”

They started out at a light jog down the sidewalk.

His attention was immediately drawn to his peripheral vision as the tops of her breasts started to bounce. Their size and shape even more apparent as each stride made them strain against her bra. It actually did an impressive job of containing them, considering a lot of women as buxom as her might have trouble running comfortably at all, but she didn’t look bothered by the movement. Whoever engineered that thing should win an award, he thought.

While distracted he almost caught a tree branch in the face, and instead he gave himself a mental slap in the face to get his mind out of the gutter.

He made himself think of his girlfriend. They had been together for quite a while now and were getting way more serious, basically one step away from moving in together.

As his mind pictured her he couldn’t help contrasting the two women. His girlfriend was beautiful, but in a very different way. She was naturally very skinny, thin as a rail in fact, and didn’t really work hard to stay that way. She ate as much as anyone, but didn’t eat particularly healthy, and rarely exercised. She was the envy of many women in that regard, but she was petite everywhere, including the chest and buttocks.

He remembered the one time the two women had met briefly at a work function, and wondering why his girlfriend had immediately seemed not to like her, referring to her after they had left as “that bigger bitch”. He wouldn’t dream of calling this woman “bigger”, mecidiyeköy escort at least not in any negative context. She was tall, definitely much taller than his girlfriend, but not freakishly so. He was six foot three, so she still stood a few inches shorter than him. She definitely had some meat on her bones, but she carried it naturally. Toned and athletic, but not like a bodybuilder. The only “fat” that caught his attention (other than the jiggling wonders in the corner of his eye) was the fine layer under her skin that seemed to line her whole body like many women had, giving her entire skin an enticing softness …unlike his girlfriend’s bony arms and legs. …Okay this thought process isn’t helping.

He stopped daydreaming and decided to strike up a conversation.

“Is this your usual route?” he asked.

“I kinda go all over, there’s some similar trails closer to my place but I like this one too. I actually run by your place pretty often, it’s kinda perfect,” she smiled.

They turned into the park trail. There was more ups and downs now, and the gravel trail took more energy to run on. Soon he was breathing harder and could feel the sweat building up.

“Warmed up yet?” She asked.

“Actually this is already taking a bit out of me,” he admitted breathlessly.

She giggled, “Yeah I can kinda tell. I won’t speed up, but let’s keep going, your body just needs a reminder of what it can do.”

She was in even better shape than he thought. Her stride seemed easy and natural as he worked to keep up with her and his legs and chest burned. She tried to talk to him here and there, but he was too out of breath to say much in return, and often fell behind.

He knew he wasn’t completely out of shape. He still worked out on a semi-regular basis, and maintained a healthy-looking figure, but he knew his cardio endurance was lacking. They kept going gradually upward through the winding trail until they reached the lookout point on the hill, with a bench and a small sign.

“Lets stop here for a bit,” she said.

Thank God, he thought. and he collapsed on the bench, covered in sweat. He rubbed his legs and slowly caught his breath. He looked up to see her stretching, with her back to him, her ass accentuated by her posture. She almost caught him staring again as she turned to look at him.

“Gonna be able to keep it together?” she asked, with another teasing smile.

“Yeah I think so,” he smiled back at her, innocently.

As he sat and the rest of his body started to relax, another part of him started to stir as she continued to stretch in front of him. She tried to carry on a bit more conversation, about finding good running shoes, and other gear. He was too distracted to give much response however, as each stretch she did gave him another new perspective on her beautiful figure.

He bent down to re-tie his shoe again as an excuse to divert his attention. He looked up to see her re-tying her pony tail. Her light brown shoulder-length hair falling momentarily down to her shoulders in waves, then reaching behind her head with her arms to tie it, her chest was pushed out and her bosom heaved up beyond her bra as she breathed in and out. His jaw almost hit the ground for a split second before he caught himself, and stood up and looked down the trail. He needed to get running again or else he was going to have a very obvious problem visible in his shorts. His legs were still sore but that was the least of his worries at this point.

He did a few quick stretches himself and then looked again down the trail.

“Ready to go again?” he asked.

“Didn’t think you’d be so eager, we can rest a bit more if you need to…” she said, almost challengingly.

“Naw I’m good,” he lied.

“Okay, but try to keep up, I wanted to have someone to talk to when I run, not just to fall behind and look at my butt the whole time,” she laughed.

He turned beet red, but laughed despite himself. He had been doing exactly that for the last few minutes of the trail, not being able to tear his eyes away from her perfect flexing ass as she ran. She hadn’t actually noticed right?…

“I’ll try,” he chuckled.

“I’ll try to keep a pace you can handle, but the rest is mostly downhill, anyway,” she said, as she squeezed his arm and took off jogging again.

It was a lot easier, going down the hill, though it was more jarring on his ankles and knees, and there were still a few ups and downs as the trail wound through the park.

They talked more now, about other trails in the city, about when he used to run more, and other sports he had been in to. Music she liked to run to. Podcasts and audiobooks, which led in to movies and tv. Surprisingly work never came up, which he appreciated. As they chatted he realized they had a lot more in common than he had previously thought.

She had always been pleasant and easy to talk to at work, but they actually didn’t see each other that often. In fact there had never been any reason they beyoğlu escort would technically ever interact, but whenever they were in each other’s departments they somehow found themselves having at least a quick chat or friendly wave hello. He had honestly forgotten how they first got introduced, but they always seemed drawn to one another.

This past Monday when she talked about her running pastime and he had mentioned that he used to run as well, she immediately got excited and dropped a huge hint about wanting someone to run with. He had taken it casually and mentioned that he could use the excuse to get back into it if she wanted a partner. After that she had assertively taken the reigns, bringing out her calendar on her phone and setting up a date for them to get together, getting his number and address. He had said he’d need to check with his girlfriend to make sure they didn’t have plans, feeling like he needed to remind her of his relationship, despite remembering her mentioning her own boyfriend not that long before. She had brushed it off, teasingly asking if she kept a leash on him, and reassuring him that it would just be in the morning anyway.

As they reached the bottom of the hill, the gravel started to get a bit rougher. His legs were starting to burn again.

“Are you doing okay?” she asked.

“Oh just wonderful…. How much is left though?” he said with a forced a smile.

“Oh we’re almost halfway,” she replied seriously, then laughed when she saw his smile disappear

“I’m kidding! It’s probably less than 5 minutes back to the street and then a few blocks back to your place.”

“Oh easy peasy,” he said breathlessly.

“Probably too easy hey?” she joked “Maybe we should race the last bit!”

He laughed “I don’t th-” suddenly she slapped him on the ass and then ran ahead of him flashing her playful smile over her shoulder.

Her smile quickly turned to surprise and alarm as she saw him fall. The sudden excitement of her hand on his ass and her beautiful figure striding ahead of him had distracted him too much, and as he tried to speed up an exposed root caught his foot and twisted his ankle. He fell and hit the ground hard.

“Oh shit I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed as she quickly stopped and ran back to him.

The wind had been knocked out of him and he lay there reaching down to his ankle for a minute, until he gathered himself to sit up. She knelt down next to him with genuine concern on her face. She placed a hand on his thigh and leaned over to touch his ankle and in doing so pressed her breast up against his knee. Despite the pain in his ankle and his chest, that was the sensation that put him at a loss for words. She didn’t seem to notice.

“Let me take a look,” she said. She ran her fingers down his calf and over his ankle bones, he winced as she touched the side of his foot but he could still move his ankle.

“Let’s get you standing up,” she said, and without asking she put her arm around his torso and helped him to stand. He was able to put weight on it but definitely couldn’t run. He only had a slight limp but she kept her arm around him and helped him walk. The side of her breast pressed against his torso felt way too good. He suggested that he could probably walk without her help, but she insisted that he shouldn’t put too much weight on it, at least at first, and a part of him was relieved that their closeness would continue.

It took them about 20 minutes to walk back to his house. She teased him along the way about the fall. She mentioned she had been going to school for athletic therapy and massage before she switched majors in college, and she insisted on taking a closer look at his ankle when they got back to the house.

They continued talking about their pasts and their college years. She eventually admitted she hadn’t been that sporty in college despite starting out in athletic therapy. She had done the odd sport recreationally, but was more interested in the behind-the-scenes aspect. She hesitated before mentioning it, but said that she had actually been a fair bit more chunky most of her life, until a couple years ago, when she finally took up running and got more in shape. He could tell it made her uncomfortable to admit, though he hadn’t pressed her on it at all. He complimented her, and told her he would never have guessed, and that he really respected her for it. She looked up at him fondly, smiling in relief and squeezed her arm tighter around him.

The morning had been getting progressively warmer and they were both very sweaty by the time they got back to his place. When they closed the door to the entranceway she finally let go of him and stepped away, she did a brief stretch, and he was able to drink in the view of her body again. The beads of sweat on her skin made the top of her breasts even more enticing as a drop flowed down into her cleavage. He ripped his gaze away from her to take off his shoes, and went upstairs to the kitchen. He was barely limping and he was sure etilerescort his ankle would be fine. At least the ankle was the least of his worries, compared to keeping his wits about him with this girl around.

He poured a couple glasses of water.

“That feels so good,” she said as she drank.

“Definitely hits the spot,” he agreed.

“Though after that ordeal you should probably crack open a beer,” she joked.

“There’s a few corona in the fridge,” he laughed, not sure if she was serious.

“Other than the fall you did pretty good for your first time back at it you know,” she said.

“Thanks,” he said. “You’re certainly impressive, you looked like you could’ve kept going forever.”

“I get lots of practice,” she said. “It still takes effort and I still get sore though, don’t get me wrong. You men have it a lot easier when it comes to running. You just have to worry about the pain in your legs…”

He looked at her, unsure of her meaning.

“Like, the jogging bra helps, but they still take a bit of a beating and they sweat like crazy,” she said, looking down with a smirk.

He gulped as he realized she was referring to her tits.

“You have no idea how much I just wanna to let these things fly free and air out right now.” she said, pulling slightly at the deep neckline of her shirt with a laugh, briefly teasing a bit more of her glistening skin.

He chuckled at what he pretended was an innocent joke, but knew he was turning red.

Without a word she opened the fridge and grabbed two beer bottles with a smile and a wink. She opened them and handed him one.

“Let’s go to the living room, I want to have a look at that thing,” she said, as she gestured vaguely downward.

He walked with only a slight limp into the living room. He knew this wasn’t necessary, but he had a very hard time saying no to her, and not just because of her looks. She had this subtle domineering pull on him, that he couldn’t quite explain. It made her all the more alluring.

He sat down on the couch. A picture of his girlfriend and him on the opposite wall made a brief warning spark at the back of his mind, but his attention was quickly brought back to her as she knelt down in front of him and ran her fingers up and down his calf to his foot. Her hands felt like satin. With her kneeling in front of him and bending over to work at his ankle he was given an amazing view of her chest. Her tits squeezed together slightly as her arms reached forward. She looked up and smiled at him.

“How does it feel when I touch like that? she asked.

“It feels good honestly.” he said with a sigh.

“That’s good,” she said. “The bones feel okay. A little tender here though?” she pressed harder into the side of his ankle and he winced slightly. “Aww,” she rubbed more tenderly and looked at him with affectionate eyes. “That’s just over the tendon and the muscle then. Let me work it for you.”

She massaged his foot and his calf, as he sipped his beer. Everything felt amazing. A twinge of pain as she stretched his ankle occasionally but she noticed right away and apologized with a caring voice. The endorphins from the run, the cold beer, the angel in front of him massaging him, made everything feel like a surreal paradise. The problem was, he was getting very turned on. The movements of her body were like waves of perfection. He wondered if she really needed to be putting her whole body into it as her hands were still being very gentle… was it deliberate? He didn’t ponder this too long as his problem worsened. He was getting very hard, very quickly.

“Well, there isn’t any swelling or bruising” she said as she looked up at him. She didn’t seem to notice the bulging that was taking shape under his shorts. ..or did she?

“Are your knees okay?” she asked as she moved her hands up both of his legs and caressed his knees.

His thighs twitched.

“Oh your poor muscles, I was harder on you than I thought!”

It wasn’t from the run. He was speechless as she moved her hand above his knees and started kneading his quads. She had brought her body in closer and was kneeling between his feet now, both hands rubbing his thighs, deeply, and strongly, but also slow and sensual. She seemed to very gradually move her hands upwards.

He was paralyzed. He was sure his erection was very visible now through his shorts. He felt like it was going to tear through the fabric, but he was afraid to look down and draw attention to it. She had brought her eyes up to his and they were staring at each other in silence now as she worked her hands over his upper legs.

Both of their breathing grew heavier. Her breasts heaving into her tank top. His hands gripping the couch in both fear and excitement. Her hands were fully underneath his shorts now. Far beyond anything an innocent massage would entail, but everything had happened so gradually he didn’t know how to react. The smooth skin of her hands moving along the top of his legs felt amazing. He realized they were underneath his underwear and now she gripped the very top of his legs where they reached his hips. He didn’t think his erection could possibly swell any more but it did. Her eyes took on a more serious seductive look, and her luscious lips parted open as she breathed more heavily. She slid her left hand over his groin and suddenly his cock was between her thumb and forefinger.