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Alex and Kari’s Road Trip

This story takes place a few years back when it was easier to get around. You never worried about the freaks roaming or psychos off their meds. It was a time when a young person could hitchhike across country, meet new people, see places that they never knew existed and yet they were always part of the fabric that made America great. When you start off on hitchhiking you bring just what you need and nothing of really true value. If you lose it, it wasn’t a great loss.

Alex loved seeing new places, and had a case of wanderlust most of his life. He could never be satisfied in one town or another. So Alex decided today was the day to see the country. He had enough money in the bank to pretty much walk to one end and back. He loaded the belongings that he wanted in a big duffle bag. You know the ones you find at the surplus stores, canvas and beaten up, but still not one hole in it. Well he packs everything he needs to start his trek across the whole of the USA. He is leaving San Diego and headed to Maine, he’s gonna stop where he wants and stay for however long he feels, until the need to move on grips his soul. Alex swings his duffle over a shoulder and heads out for the great adventure ahead of him.

Alex is a fairly big guy, played football in high school, got recruited by UCLA and got a knee injury his first year there. He decided to stay and get his degree even though he won’t be able to play ball collegiately or professionally ever again. His injury was nothing to stop him being on it, just could risk another injury. Alex is a 23 year old man, with strong wide shoulders, he has brown hair, hazel eyes, and big strong hands. He stands a tall 6’5″.

Alex’s been walking for a couple of hours, it was nice to start seeing the big city start to disappear behind him. It was a very warm day about 83 and getting warmer as he heads away from the Pacific ocean. The cooling breezes are choked off now by the city and outlying hills. He decides it time to start hitching for a ride. He goes to the nearest on-ramp for highway 10, which runs along the southern border states.

Well it not long before he is picked up by a woman heading back from vacationing in southern California. Introductions take place, the woman’s name is Kari, she is about in her mid forties, a very good looking, very well proportioned, and is about 5’6″ tall, he guessed because she is sitting behind the wheel of the sports car. Alex notices the side arm she carries, which takes away curiosity of how a nice looking lady would stop and pick up a man by herself.

Kari asks Alex where he’s headed. He simply says, wherever life may take me. She invites him in and they shake hands.

He gets in the car and the adventure awaits. He tells his story of wanting to travel and experience the world. He has no significant other in his life right now and thinks it’s time to find out what the world can offer.

Kari is heading back after the vacation and decided that having the young stud around could be comforting and at the same time be pretty nice for any physical needs. Such as a flat tire or something like that, not that she needs him but that way you don’t have to do it. Having a travel companion through most of her trip home isn’t a bad idea. She asks “Alex so where is your first stop, do you have a particular destination in mind?”

He says “Forward and to new places, that’s all I’m looking for.”

Kari’s POV.

So while driving Alex says for a thank you for the ride he will pick up the tab for the food if you’re willing let him. You think just for a moment and realize it has been hours since you stopped and ate. “Sure,” you say, “why not.” You see a truck stop ahead and head off the highway towards it.

You pull in the truck stop. It’s about 1 p.m. and it’s hot, damn hot. The heat hits you like a bag of bricks, within a few minutes a little shine appears on his forehead and yours also. Once inside, the A.C. is cranked up and it feels like about a 30 degree drop in the mercury. In seconds your nipples perk right up and are just screaming to be warm again. You look at Alex and all he is doing is staring at your tits. At first you want to direct his eyes upward but a split second later you notice you really like his admiration. So you just let him stare away without making a sound.

Your host comes up to seat you and she asks how many? You have to break Alex out of his trance, you lightly elbow him and say to the hostess, “Two please”. The hostess cracks a knowing Porno smile and turns to seat you. Alex is all red, he knows he just was busted staring at the big nipples, you glance down and see he is semi erect, and bigger than you were expecting. You have a hard time not staring, you look up and see Alex looking at you and he is even redder now. The tension was just kicked up a notch, you are both red now. The hostess picks a booth up against the far wall. The place isn’t packed but it’s fairly busy. Where you are seated the nearest table occupied is about 12 feet away and they are almost done and ready to leave. Your server comes up and introduces herself and asks you both if you want anything to drink. Alex defers to you and you order a Sprite and he orders an Arnold Palmer. She leaves the menus and tells you she’ll be right back. You start the conversation.

“So Alex where do you want to end up tonight?”

He gets a big grin on his face and starts getting red again, and it dawns on you that what you said and what you meant were two different meanings. He stutters a second and says.

“Well, I didn’t have any real spot picked out, just kinda let fate take me where she wants to lead me. Today she led me to you, she was kind to me today.” He gets even a little shy and looks away. You are finding his shyness sweet but even a bigger turn on.

The server brings your drinks, and asks if you are ready to order. You both order a club sandwich with chips. She takes the menus and says about 15 minutes or so. She smiles and leaves. You kinda slide a little closer to Alex and ask what’s the matter.

He says, “I’ve always been shy around women, I can talk to them but if the tension starts to build up, I clam right up.”

“Really” you reply, “you’re what, in your early 20’s you’re a big stout guy, and you’re handsome to boot, why would you have anything to be shy about.”

“I…I can’t, I just don’t want to talk about it.” He says.

Ok you leave it alone and wait for the waitress to bring your sandwiches. He speaks up and tells you in a hushed whisper, “I’m a virgin. I read books and seen movies and all but just can’t get enough nerve to do anything.” By this time he is bright red.

You smile a little and put your hand by his knee and tell him, that it’s fine to be nervous, it just means you want her to like you and you want to do right by her.

He smiles and you can see him relax a bit. You lean back against the seat back and your hand slides up his thigh just enough to touch the bottom of his shorts. It’s not the shorts you are hitting though, it’s the end of his penis extending past the seam of his shorts. You both jerk a little, he is bright red still but a big smile on his face, and you’re getting a little excited also. Your thinking, if you want to go down this road of teaching this young stud the ins and outs of some, what you figure, some great sex. Oh, what the hell, you have never had a virgin in your life and you owe it to women in his future to teach him right. So you slowly pull back your hand until it lays directly on top of his cock and leave it there. You tell him that he flatters you with this nice piece of man meat, and if he pays his cards right, he might get to use it pretty soon.

Well as you wait you decided you torture Alex just a little bit. As the two of you carry on with an “as normal as possible” conversation, you ever so slowly move your hand up and down his shaft. He looks at you and wonders if you truly understand how horny he is. If you keep up on these manipulations he might blow his load all over his leg right here under the table. You seem to sense just how close he is to cumming all over himself, you stop moving.

Just as you want to start over again you see the waitress walking towards you with your meal. She is smiling and just keeps staring at Alex. You know she wants him just about as much as you do, but you know that this one is all sewn up and he is yours and yours alone. Jenny, the server, puts the plates down and says that she was at the end of the jar of pickles so you each get the extra ones. The whole time she is just trying to lock eyes with Alex. As you notice this you take your hand off his shorts and reach up and turn his head and plant a very sensuous kiss on him. With that you turn to look at Jenny and just smile at her and thank her for the pickles. She straightens her apron and continues to smile, just not as wide. She backs away, turns and heads back to the kitchen.

As you Altyazılı Porno and Alex eat the sandwiches the sexual tension is thick enough to cut. You both are getting close to being finished with lunch. Alex figures he is going to try to pay you back for the teasing you have put him through. With his right hand he drops it under the table and puts his hand on your summer dress and slides his hand up and finds your honey pot. And it was just bubbling over with the sweet nectar of the gods. His little finger is getting all slick with your juices that are coming through your panties. You are fidgeting in your seat and just want to throw him to the floor here in front of everyone, and ride him for all he’s got.

He pulls his hand away before you start moaning loud enough for the other people to hear you. Your starting to sweat and the A.C. hasn’t stopped. He brings it up to his mouth and licks every bit of that sweet nectar from that little finger, not wanting to miss one single drop. He looks you deep in your eyes and simply says, “I can’t wait.” Then hurriedly turns his head away and you see his neck turn bright red. It was all he could do not to turn red while looking at you. It was the most ambitious move he has ever made towards a woman.

With that you tell him lunch is over, and grab his hand and pull him from the booth. He hurriedly throws $30 on the table. As you walk out the door with him close on your heels. When he catches up to you again you don’t even notice it, but the end of his pecker is just about sticking out of the leg of his shorts. You only have one thing on your mind, You have to know what the hell this kid has been reading. You’re so horny right now you can feel your pussy literally dripping with anticipation.

You jump in the car and head down the road. Once you get back on the highway the controlling part of you takes over. You tell him if he wants some of this, as you lift the summer dress up and show him your soaking wet panties, “you will do as I say when I say it”. He simply stares down at your panties as you pull them to the side and show him what he desires. He sees you outer lips wet with your clit hood just all swelling with excitement. He looks up a little embarrassed and nods his head.

You drop your dress and tell him to pull down his shorts and underwear and put them in the back seat. He does as instructed. He sits back down and you see the largest, most excited cock you have ever seen in a very long time, if ever. It looks like it is long enough to choke a young giraffe, this thing is angry. It’s leaking precum from the head like a faucet. He is circumcised, with blue veins ready to pop any second.

At this point you decide to find the first exit you come to, there is no way you are going to make it to a hotel room. You want him here and NOW. But you are the one driving so you are doing your best to find someplace to get seriously pounded by that blue veined monster. You think to yourself, I sure hope that kid knows what he has between his legs. That thing could cause some serious damage.

You come to the next exit and turn down the road. You look over at Alex and tell him to start stroking the cock now, but don’t you dare even think of cumming without me at the other end of it. You have no idea where this road is taking you, other than sheer paradise and sexual release. It’s a couple miles down the road you see a side street that looks like the only thing that goes down there is farm equipment. You make a hard right and follow it till you find a patch of trees on both sides of the road. You look at him to make sure he is doing as told, he sure doesn’t want to disappoint you, he is stroking from base to the tip. He gives his hand a slight twist when he gets to the head. Up, twist and down, up, twist and down. He is just staring at you and stroking away. You step out of the car, and tell him to get out now.

You go around to the back of the car and lift your dress up cover your tits and drop you panties and throw them up on the trunk. You tell him “Alex get over here and lick me till I cum all over your face. Don’t you dare come up from there till you look like a glazed donut. Alex walks to the back of the car and lifts you like you are a feather in the wind. He puts you down on the trunk and BURIES his tongue in your slit. He starts to lick around and up and down, in and out. At first it seems like no purpose, no plan, but as he keeps going you realize he is doing the alphabet on your clit. You start Brazzers paying attention and figure out he is only on the letter L and you are about to lose your mind and cum all over his face.

As he progresses through the alphabet, M,N,O,P.., you find yourself building up to the first of many orgasms, all you can do is try to hold out. You want to make it to Z, It is becoming almost impossible. This time is going to be big, you feel the biggest orgasm in your life approaching and you are trying to hold out. He slides two fingers in you and starts sawing in and out as he curls his fingers upwards towards your clit. He is rubbing your G spot most effectively. You start moaning louder and louder, this high pitch squeal comes from you and you scream OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, he hits the letter Z and you scream ZEEEEEE and cum all over him, his shirt, the trunk, and down your legs. You are squirting for the first time in your life. You are a quivering blob of flesh under him. Your eyesight begins to see the nighttime stars, you are lightheaded but can’t stop cumming.

He stands up and grabs that monster cock of his and aims it right for your hole. He grabs your hips and slowly inserts this God forsaken cock into your pussy. The sheer size alone is enough to have its own zip code, and he is putting this thing in you. As the God cock starts down your love tunnel, this boy, no man, can use this piece of meat. He isn’t pushing too fast; he is giving just enough time to get used to the invasion before going deeper. It is about two thirds of the way and you feel it hit places no one has ever come close to. But this is sooo much better. He pulls back about half way and starts pulling back out until just his cock head is buried. He does this about 4 or 5 times and he is really coated from your pussy, it slides in as if it was always supposed to be in you. After the 5th time he pounds it in till he can feel nuts slap your ass. He continues the pounding at a nice and steady speed. You are bouncing and trying to shove more of that fucking beautiful cock of his up inside you. You are sliding from your juices on the trunk and starting to slide down onto his shaft as he is coming into you. The pleasure is incredible, never have you been so totally full of cock, didn’t think that it was possible to take this much fuck stick without being torn in half.

You hear him start to moan and increase his tempo. A little faster, a little more rough, he is really railing you now. He was where you wanted him, you look at his face and know it won’t be very long before he shoots his load, and from the size of those nuts it’s going to be huge.

Alex is pounding away like a bull during rutting season. He is claiming you as his prize, you have taken his virginity, something he can never give to anyone else. This moment can only be lived once and you and him are sharing it forever. He continues the onslaught on burying this mighty love rod, this gift from the gods. You are getting close and you need him to put his seed deep in you. You tell him so, CUM INSIDE ME, I NEED YOU TO CUM INSIDE ME, come on damn it, fucking cum. Alex is driven by the desire to put his own seed inside this beautiful woman beneath him. His pace doubles in no time at all, his hips are just a blur, flying back and forth pounding your pussy till you start screaming his name over and over. Alex FUCK ME, FUCK ME YOU SON OF A BITCH, GIVE ME YOUR CUMM NOOOOWWWW! And with that he drives his cock to the hilt and now you know he has never given you the whole thing until this very moment. It has pushed up in you so far you didn’t think it could ever be this good. He starts shooting his cum and he is pumping so much in you that it squeezes past you lips and down into your ass, he continues to shoot rope after rope of his baby juice in you. And you let go with another massive orgasm, so much so you have a hard time holding on to the trunk, you don’t care if you fall off, just don’t let this feeling stop.

As you two finish he is sweating and breathing like he ran all the way here from the truck stop. As Alex gets off from you, you slowly start stretching. You have been in that position quite a long time. You push your legs down and feel the circulation move through your legs and arms. Your pussy is sore, not so sore you are worried, but sore enough to know it will be a while before that kind of fucking will be a little time before happening again. He picks you up and sets you down and you can’t keep your balance. He doesn’t let go until you can stand on your own. You tell him to put his clothes on and get in the car. You use your panties to wipe yourself clean and throw them to him and say here, these are yours, you fucking earned them. Thinking to yourself this is going to be a good trip home.

END OF PART 1

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I am usually not a traveler. Considering that Marcie went with me to Vegas and to Costa Rica, it was helpful to lean on her again for packing for our trip to Hawaii. As we started to pack, she pulled out her swimsuits again and held them up. It brought up the memory of the way she looked in them on the beach and I smiled. The turquoise one was extremely arousing, considering it was the one she seduced me with the first time we made love. I started to walk towards her as she was folding it and leaned in for a kiss before she noticed.

“Leo!” she responded before kissing me back. “If we don’t get packed, we’re not going to be ready when the Uber picks us up tomorrow.”

I kissed her a bit more before her mouth opened and we started to make out. I paused long enough to smile.

“I promise after kissing you a little more, we’ll concentrate on packing. Meanwhile, I need some Marcie love.”

We started making out a bit more. My hands slipped down her back and I spanked her bottom while we were in the middle of a kiss, earning me the sound of one of her moans.

“Promise?” she asked as she kept kissing.

“I do,” I answered, still kissing.

“You already said that Romeo,” she responded Porno with a bit of a laugh in her voice.

We were kissing a bit more, not able to keep our hands off each other until we both backed up. We both sat on the bed and looked at our luggage, which was still only partially packed.

“I’ll make you a deal, Leo,” she started. “I will remove my top if you remove yours. That should motivate us to finish packing. What do you think?”

I already had my t-shirt off. She saw me and smiled before she followed. That’s how we finished our packing. Once we placed the luggage by the door, we both headed towards the kitchen where I poured us some ice water. As we sat in the dining area, she was looking me up and down. I watched her eyes before they centered on mine. She then pulled an ice cube out of her glass and started to rub it over my nipples before she leaned in and kissed where she touched. It was when I felt teeth that I started to moan a little bit.

“No fair!” I moaned before she started to rub my sweatpants around my member.

“I think it is totally fair. You started it.”

She reached down and started to slide my pants down until my cock sprang up.

“Besides, Altyazılı Porno I don’t think he minds one bit,” she said as she slipped her hand down to stroke it for me.

I tried to stand up and was rewarded by her placing her lips on the head and kissing my cock tenderly. I stood there as she kept teasing until she looked up at me.

“I think we should take this into the bedroom, don’t you?” she asked.

We were in there a moment or two later before she pushed me on the bed. She then stood over me as she lowered her pants and climbed on top. I could feel her rubbing the head of my cock along her entrance.

“It is your fault, you know.”

“What did I do?”

“The way you started kissing me when I held up that swimsuit.”

She answered this with sliding onto my cock and starting to ride me.

“Fuck, it got me so wired. This is the only way either one of us is going to get some sleep tonight.”

My hands went to her hips as she bounced on me. Watching Marcie ride my cock is a vision I always enjoy. Besides the fact she’s my wife and I love her to pieces; she is also gorgeous. I love the way her fit body just amazes me as we make love. Brazzers I pushed myself up so I could nibble on her neck while she fucked me. She started to moan a bit when I did that before she whispered to me.

“Can we flip over?”

She slipped off me and lay on the bed before I took my position. Then I had a better idea.

“Hands and knees my pet,” I said with a smack on her behind.

She obeyed and I was treated to that gorgeous ass I love to spank so much. I placed my cock at her entrance and started to drive deep inside her. Our moans grew as we enjoyed each other. Soon, her knees gave out and I slipped out of her. I helped her roll over on her back so I could finish pleasuring my wife. I held her hands against the bed as I thrusted to hold her down.

“Fuck!” she cried.

I felt her pussy squeeze me before it was my turn. After filling Marcie, I let go of her hands and used them to steady myself as I kissed her passionately. She was returning the kisses, our bodies still connected before my arms began to grow heavy. I slipped out and lay next to her before we looked at each other.

“Are you worn out now, Marcie?” I asked.

“I think I’m tired enough to try to sleep. You?”

“I’m ready I think.”

We slipped out of bed to finish our bedtime stuff before going under the blankets. There Marcie lay in my arms as I held her. Hawaii was going to be an adventure, but not as big as the journey I have taken with my Beloved already.

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It was a particularly hot summer day and she was having an extremely tiresome morning. Holidays are exceptionally tough in her household; admidst unsaid tears that are shed in memory of the lives the family had lost that year, there erupt a series of challenging arguments and debates. After an especially heated argument over the issue of her marriage and the latest groom she had rejected, she left her house in a huff only too glad to have a peaceful place where she could escape to.

Since it was the holidays, nobody would be at work today and she was looking forward to a quiet and relaxing day, reading in a corner of the office, and doing her work in an entirely chaos free environment.

‘Its too hot to wear a bra today, underneath my saree.’ She decided as her dainty little fingers skillfully wrapped, tied and fastened her saree around herself. She brushed her hair hurridly and ran a flawless winged liner over her eyelids, smeared red lipstick on a perfect pout before rushing out through the front door.

She drove into work, listening to loud metal and rock music to quieten the screams inside her.

Inundated by her thoughts and ticking off a few 100 mental to-do lists, she entered the elevator, unaware of the heads she turned as she walked past. The elevator bell dinged on her floor, and she strode into the tall glass walls that were her office.

She is surprised to see her boss, sitting at his desk tapping away on his computer, in an otherwise empty office. Today, he wears a charcoal gray shirt and seemed so completely consumed by his work, that he didnt even notice her additional presence in the office.

‘Why is he in today? Isnt it a holiday?’ she questions herself.

She stood at the door of his cabin and said, ‘Hey, good morning. I didn’t expect to see you in today.’

He looks up at the unexpected sight, and does a double take. She had walked into the office, wearing a striking peacock blue saree, a stunning contrast to her alabaster white skin. He has never before seen her in a saree because she chose only to wear western formals to work. The saree is incomparably beautiful on this Indian woman; it is exactly designed to cling to all the right curves of her figure, exposing just the exact amount of skin to drive the viewer mad with desire. Against her soft wavy shoulder-length brown hair, her kohl rimmed chocolate brown eyes stand out beautifully. As she blushes a deep crimson under his probing gaze, the luscious lips of this beauty part in surprise.

It is instant electicity when his raven black eyes meet her deep dark browns.

His gaze travels down to a long neck, and her heaving breasts under her neatly pinned saree. Her silver necklace dips just inside the pleats of her saree, disappearing mysteriously into the cleft between her breasts, a tantalising enigma to him.

The softly tucked pleats draw focus to the woman’s shapely waist, her slender belly and tiny navel as they taper off to more pleats, barely concealing voluptious but slim hips but hide all the rest of her except the tips of her freshly painted toes.

“Red, what a remarkable contrast to her milky white skin.” he muses.

It is as though he devours her with his gaze.

‘God, she is so dammingly sexy.’ He thought to himself as he felt cock stirring in his pants.

‘All she has to do, is walk in and I’m hard for her.’

An entire moment has passed between the couple, no words have been uttered but the static electricity of sexual tension is utterly and completely palpable.

She breathes heavily and leans on the glass door for support, her saree moving ever so slightly to reveal her flawlessly round umbilicus. That did it for him and Porno in two long strides he crossed the room, he reached for her and grabbed her by her waist pulling her in close.

She inhaled in his aroma, the room instantly filling with the smell of sex and desire. Consumed by passion, the two locked lips with an increasing appetite that could only be satiated by them.

‘I thought we werent going to do this! You are married and I’m in a committed relationship with my work. We decided this was one time only, right?’ She asks, unable to keep her hands from him, her hands weaving themselves into his curly mop of hair. Her body doesnt seem to react to her brain at all around him; they seem to do at his bidding – working towards onky one goal : Absolute ecstasy.

‘No, I dont think I can stop myself. Im sorry but I want you.’ He draws her in closer. ‘I ache for you.’ His arms encircle her timy waist pulling her against his hardness.

She returns his verbal passion with what she knows best – raw physical energy. Her hands move freely over the back of his neck, tickling and testing.

Their tongues caressed each other, exploring, seeking and craving more, and he felt his pants becoming too tight for him.

He lifted her up in his powerful arms in one strong swift motion and she clung to his strong neck as they continued to kiss each other deeply. He laid her down tenderly on the floor of his cabin.

‘What if someone walks in?’ she asked suddenly cautious, pushing him away gently.

The cabin had an open floor plan, with large floor to ceiling windows on one side, opening up to the outside. And the other 3 walls made entirely of see through glass open to the view of the rest if the of office.

‘If someone wanted to come, they would have come already or they will come post lunch.’ he replied, a carefully calculated guess.

‘Eh, What about the CCTV?’ she asks.

‘Oh, you ask so many questions! you are maddening, do you know that? I want you this minute. I want you so bad.’ He pinned her down on the floor, pushing himself on top of her, kissing her with new found mirth.

In the midst of their fevoured kissing, they giggle as they revel in their adventurous selves.

‘We are really doing this?’

‘Yes, we are. We are actually having sex in the office.’

He unwrapped the gorgeous silk from her silky smooth limbs, detangling the knotted coccoon of cloth of her outfit over her navel, lingering over each part of her body as his fingers revealed them to his gaze and hungry lips; she moaned deeply unable to contain her pleasure as his lips moved over her gracefully arched ankles only after nibbling and sucking each of her toes.

Her toes curled in delight as he moved upwards worshipping her sinewy thighs, teasing her ever so gently.

Umable to contain herself any longer, she pulled him up roughly by his chin, pressing her lips to his, delving into a deeply impassioned and wet kiss.

They lay together on the office floor, her 6 yards of silk pooled around them, their limbs interleaved and bodies in a tangle. He looked down at her partial nakedness, taking in this raw exotic beauty, relishing in her slowly conjured nakedness – her lovely, iridescent eyes, rimmed with blue kohl and thick lashes seemed to be seducing him on their own, summoning him to her in their own language.

Her breasts encased in a dark blue blouse, the colour of an angry and stormy ocean, seemed to be struggling under the tight fabric. Her fair skin above the neck line of her blouse was bunched tightly together, as demure half moons, forming the deep crevice of her cleavage.

‘You arent wearing a bra today! No bra Altyazılı Porno to work! tsk tsk. Is this how an employee turns up to work?’ He looks down at her laughing playfully, knowing full well this comment would anger her.

Instantly riled up by his irritating comment, th feminist in her speaks up.’Oh please! Like anyone would know. I wear what I like and what I want. What I wear or dont wear isnt any of the office people’s concerns, is it?’

‘Oh, this definitely concerns me. And I definitely like this.’ He shuts her up, kissing her wildly, smiling to himself.

He likes her, for her sharp tongue and even sharper wit. Her ability to turn him on reached far more than just her looks. Her brain, quick to reply wit and strong opinions attracted him even before he saw her in person.

He unhooked her blouse, slowly, his fingers teasing the delicate, translucent skin under his touch as she reacted sighing and whimpering in gratification under him.

His face found the soothing upswell of her breasts and he buried himself in the soft flesh, deeply inhaling her womanly scent. His tongue traced circles on her already hardened nipples, causing her to writhe in contentment under him.

His eyes roved to the curves of her hips and the slow rise and fall of her stomach.

He unties the knot of her inskirt, sliding the cotton garment over her sensous thighs to reveal red lace panties. The very same she had stuffed in his pockets at work a few weeks back.

‘Oh! my favourite!!!’ he exclaims. ‘But i like whats under more.’ His long fingers found the downy softness of her mound, freshly waxed and ready for him. His hands were slick with her excitement and he sharply inserted two fingers causing her to gasp loudly, grabbing his hair.

Unable to bear the slow sexual torture inflicted by him, she pushed him off, unbuttoning his shirt and in a hurry to lose all clothing between them, he unzipped his black pants and let them fall to the floor.

She bent towards his stomach, leaving trails of kisses from his navel, to the dark hair that reached down to form the triangle of her desires. She pulled his boxer shorts down with her teeth, gently scraping the skin under causing him agonizing pleasure.

They take a minute of their precious time to appreciate the beauty of the naked human form of the opposite gender.

His maleness, tough around the edges, long limbs, broad shoulders and his hard dick and big balls an absolute contrast to her delicate frame, huge knockers, softness of her skin, her freshly waxed vagina, its wetness gleaming and glistening against her pristine skin.

And then, when every shred of clothing had been peeled away from both their bodies, they started their love making – long, languid and lasting.

She mounted him as he lay flat on the floor of his cabin.

Her wet and wanting vagina found his raging hard on. But instead of entering her, like she wanted him to, he teased and tormented by moving around her labia and clitoris but not moving inside her.

‘Tell me what you want.’ he said.

‘You know what I want, man! Just give it to me.’ She bit his lip in asking.

She tried lowering herself on him but his iron grip on her waist prevented her from doing so.

He gripped her tighter,

‘No. I dont know. Tell me.’ He replied.

‘Why should I?’ she pouted, her lips a curvaeously sensual contour.

‘Because, I’m telling you to and you WILL listen to me.’ he commands as he spanks her her butt.

She realised that she found certain exhilaration in being commanded that day. An unsual turn to this rebellious female, she found herself growing wetter and wetter as Brazzers she submitted to his verbal and physical mastery.

In between nibbling her ear, he breaths hotly in her right ear, ‘Tell. me. what. you. want.’

‘Oh, A. I want you. I want your big dick inside me, filling me up until I cant breathe. Fuck me, please.’

‘so you want me as much I want you.’

‘Yes.’

He relaxes his grip on her waist and she lowers herself on to him as he suddenly thrust upward, sharp and deep. Shocked by the sudden sensation, they both gasped in delectable joy.

Together, they find their rhythm, increasing their pace and intensity.

‘Oh, faster!’ she screams

The office reverberates with the sounds of this couple, who in are in the absolute heat of the moment, unaware and unknowing of anything else that surrounds them. Raw animal lust, that, to them was pure bliss.

‘Your pupils! They are dilated!’ she announced.

‘Yes, this feels good!.’ he said.

‘What? can you repeat that?’ She asked in between bouncing on his dick.

‘You. You feel so good. This. Feel. so. ficking. good.’ He pants in between thrusts.

‘I know. I heard you the first time.’ She laughs.

‘You just wanted me to say that twice, didnt you?’ A asks, a deep throaty sound.

His hands are drawn to her breasts like they are magnets and as he rolls her left nipple between his index and thumb whilst pinching her right nipple, she convulsed on him as waves and waves of pleasure overcome her and she falls to his chest, gripping his shoulder hard, scratching his broad chest unable to bear the throes of her excitement.

‘Oh, Im coming. oh my god. Fuck. Fuck. FUUUUCK.’ She screams as she collapses in contentment.

She moves slightly to steady herself and he uses that opportunity to sit upright with his long legs stretched out, back to the glass door of his cabin and pulled her on to him, his dick never for a second leaving her tight cunt.

In practiced poise, she wrapped her bare and luminous thighs around his hips as he held on to her slim waist, squeezing her love handles in ecstasy as she moved up and down on his erect rod.

‘Hey, look at me.’ she calls out, putting a single finger in her mouth and sucking on it prettily.

The added zeal to his already raptured self was what it took. He pushed her off roughly crying out that he was close! Her panties lay on the floor, she grabed them and wrapped the soft silky material around his rock hard maleness and he disintegrated onto it, her small hand wrapped around his large dick, slowly pumping out every single last drop of cum.

Completely sated, the couple shared an ardent smooch, still on the floor.

They share a fist bump on successfully doing it in the office without getting caught before dressing.

*

30 minutes later, three other employees stroll in to find the boss and their pretty coworker chatting in the boss’ cabin. It comes as no surprise to them that they both are working on a holiday because they are notoriously known for being workaholics.

She smiles innocently, as her toes moved up his legs under his pants, knowing full well that the other people could catch them in the act.

She looked so delicious that he became hard again, in spite of the highly satisfying orgasm he already poured into her panties.

He fields a phone call from swiggy delivery partner who has phoned to say his order has arrived.

He stands up to collect his food order, hands in pocket to hide his evident boner.

She looks up in amusement, eyes widening in surprise;

He returns her look sheepishly, ”This is embarrassing! he exclaims.

‘Oh, why? Im absolutely flattered.’ she giggles.

“Maybe you shouldn’t dress like that.” he grumbles

“This is just a saree. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

‘can you please leave my cabin? My dick refuses to cooperate with you in it! You’re driving me mad with desire.’

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My first time with a girl was also my first time ever, so I was pretty nervous. Her name was Alli. We had met at a women’s studies class (typical lesbian romance cliché) and became study partners, though we rarely did much studying. It started out innocent enough, just holding hands and quick pecks on the cheek. Those turned into quick pecks on the mouth, which turned into longer kisses, and somehow, we wound up making out in our bras and skinny jeans. That was our second date. I’d masturbated thinking about her once or twice before we actually started dating. I told her when we met that I had never dated a girl before and had only come out just before leaving for college. We agreed to take things slowly. One night about a month into our relationship, we agreed she’d come to my dorm to study. It was easier that way because I had a single room, whereas she had a roommate.

We took our books out mainly as a formality, and we began kissing immediately after. Her lips were supple and full. She smelled like leather and tasted like caramel. She moved her lips away from mine and started kissing my neck. Lately, my neck had been a red, splotchy mess, filled with reminders of her work. As she sucked and licked and bit, I undid the buttons on her shirt, revealing that she hadn’t worn a bra. I peeled the blouse off her shoulders, and she smiled into my neck, only tearing herself away so that she could take off my shirt. She kissed my cleavage as her hands worked the clasp on my bra, freeing my breasts for the world to see. For her to see. She moved her lips to my left nipple, sucking it with passion, before coming back up to kiss my lips again.

She had one hand fisted in my hair and the escort bayan other steadily making its way down my back, around my waist, and into the front of my jeans. She pressed her fingers against my panties and rubbed me through the nylon fabric. I moaned into her mouth and held her head closer. She broke away and whispered heavily, “want to move to the bed?” Oh my god, were we still on the couch? I thrust my pelvis into her hand and debated whether moving was worth losing the blessed feeling of her body right now. She chuckled and removed her hand, apparently taking my actions to mean yes. She continued to kiss me as we moved the short distance from my couch to my bed and somehow managed to free me of my jeans in the process. She threw me onto the bed with a giggle and looked me right in the eye as she danced out of her own pants.

Oh, god, she was beautiful. I’m touching myself again now just remembering. She stood there in her panties and towered over me, looking at me like I was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. I wanted her. I wanted to have her. I wanted her to use me and take me and own me with her body. I needed her to touch me.

She climbed onto the bed and knelt between my legs. She started kissing up my right thigh, inching ever closer to my warm, wet pussy, but when she reached the hem of my panties, she turned and started kissing down my left thigh. I whined in protest, and she started kissing upward again. She reached my crotch and breathed hot air against my vulva, making my whole body quiver.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” she asked. It killed me. I could barely muster more than a breathy whisper.

“Yes. Yes, please. I görükle escort want you.” She smiled and wrapped her mouth around my still clothed pussy lips. Using only her tongue, she pulled my panties to the side and buried her face in my flaps. She held my legs down with a firm hand and began exploring my insides. She lifted her head long enough to tell me to hold still and pulled my panties completely off. Then she spread me wide and looked at my wet, pulsing pussy.

“You waxed,” she commented, using her index finger to wipe some of my juices from my hole. “Does that mean you were planning on this?” She sucked on her finger. I wanted to be that finger.

“I knew it was a possibility. I wanted to be ready.” She smiled and brought her hand to her breast, caressing herself and staring at me. Her hands began to move towards her undies, and I realized that I was about to see her completely naked for the first time. If I weren’t already wet, I would be now. She pushed her panties down and threw them to the side of the room. The sight of her made me want to do filthy things. Her lips were longer and pinker than mine and her mound had a few hairs like she had waxed previously and it was just starting to grow back. It was my first time seeing a vagina that was not mine in person and I was eager to take it all in, so to speak. I leaned forward to where she was kneeling and reached my hand to touch her. I felt her wetness, her velvety smoothness. I wanted more, more, more! I slid my fingers to the front of her flaps and found her clit. She let out a soft sigh, and I began applying pressure and moving my fingers in a circular motion. She moaned beautifully bursa elit escort as she began kissing my neck again. Her lips touched my ear, and she whispered to me.

“Lie down.” I obeyed. She once again spread me wide, but this time she lay between my legs and licked a stripe clean up my slit, teasing me, torturing me. Finally, I felt her tongue enter me and couldn’t stop the moan from escaping my lips. Her fingers, too, began playing with me in ways no one had before. Her fingers prodded my g-spot as her tongue lapped at my clit. I don’t know how much time passed; minutes? Days? All I knew was that I felt I could die from the pleasure radiating from our bodies. My legs tensed as I came harder and with more vigor than I ever thought possible. She continued lapping me up until I was all clean down there. A feeling of coolness washed over me as she crawled up the bed and lay beside me.

“I need a minute,” I told her, “before I can take care of you.”

“Take as long as you want,” she assured me. “I like looking at you.”

I regained my composure and kissed her. I could feel her pussy juices leaking on my leg. I eagerly began kissing my way down her body. Once I reached my intended destination, I used my fingers to explore her. She was so wet. I wanted nothing more than to plunge my tongue deep inside her walls. It took me a moment to realize that was exactly what I should be doing. I thrust my face into her pussy and lapped up her juices. I felt her squirm beneath me and reveled in her sounds of pleasure. Her hand landed on the back of my head, and I let her guide me, show me how she wanted me to please her. My tongue worshiped her pussy and I was grateful for the privilege.

I’m proud to say she finished rather quickly. I’m even prouder to say she was screaming my name the entire time. I lay back down beside her, and she wrapped her arms around me. She kissed me tenderly as we fell asleep. I came twice more before she left the next morning.

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A short for me, I needed a break from the long stories. Hope you enjoy.

*

Ava sat nervously on the couch as the music blared and the people yelled. This was her first party. She was now in college but never was a part of the popular crowd in high school.

She sipped the bitter drink as she took in her surroundings. It took all her courage to come here tonight. She was happy that no one noticed her. The last thing she wanted to do was embarrass herself.

Ava was a curvy brunette, she wore her hair in a messy bun as her oversized flannel kept her warm but also matched her grungy look. She watched as guys chugged their drinks, others played beer pong, some made out on the couches around her.

She eyed the group of stoners, she knew she was never much of a drinker but the smoke coming from their smiles intrigued her. She wanted to be that happy and chill.

Ava scanned the room taking everything in and settled on the stoners again she noticed a girl who she had biology with. She always thought she was attractive. The way she smiled at everyone, her freckles and green eyes, her C bust on display in a low cut crop. Ava starred until she snapped out of it as she saw those green eyes staring back at her.

She panicked, blushing as she tucked some loose strands behind her ear and looked away. She readjusted her position on the couch as she took another sip hating the taste. She needed to calm herself, she got up in search of a bathroom.

Closing the door behind herself she poured her drink out, leaning against the counter she calmed her breathing. Turning the faucet on she ran her hands under the cold water then placing them on her hot cheeks.

The door opened quickly as a woman came in, shutting and locking it behind her. She turned around to Ava who looked back at her with equal surprise. It was her.

“Hey, sorry, just need to pee.” She said as she started unfastening her pants going to the toilet. Ava continued washing her hands.

“We have bio together.. right?” She asked.

Ava nodded in the mirror looking at her. She fixed her hair. The woman got up and stood next to her as she washed her hands.

“You’re Alex right?” She asked.

“Ava.”

“Ava.” She smiled. “Even better. I’m Kim. Are you here with anyone?”

“No, decided last minute to come.”

“Gotcha, well do you smoke?”

“Socially.” Ava lied.

Kim laughed. “Are you in the social spirit?”

Ava smiled.

“Come on.” Kim said, taking hold of Ava’s hand and leading her out.

“Guys this is Ava!” Kim said as she pulled Ava in front of her to display to her friends.

Ava smiled nervously. They all greeted her as they sat down. She sat quietly as they all talked. Kim held the blunt as she laughed and talked with everyone. She took a hit as she held it in then the smoke came out as she started talking again.

Ava was sure to watch so she didn’t mess up when it was her turn. The guy next to her leaned over.

“How long have you been here?”

“This will be my second year.” Ava said quietly.

“Shit mine too! Why haven’t we seen you at other parties?” He asked.

“I don’t party much.”

He nodded understanding as he took hold of a bong from another. He lit and hit it as Ava watched. He blew out the smoke. Looking at her he offered it asking if she ever hit one.

“I haven’t.”

He explained how to use it. Ava sat with the bong and lighter in hand. She worked up the courage to hit it. She put her mouth to the glass as she sparked the lighter as her lungs filled with smoke. She started to panic as she wasn’t confident as to how to stop it.

Kim took hold of the bong as she hit the rest of it pulling the piece to put out the embers. Ava held her breath as she tried her hardest not to cough. The smoke left her as she coughed her eyes watering.

The guy laughed as Ava laughed with him. He took the blunt knowing she needed a minute.

“That was a huge hit.” He said as he exhaled his smoke handing it to the next person.

Ava sat as she watched everyone laugh and carry on. Kim nudged her as she smiled. “You good?” She asked as Ava nodded with a big smile feeling the high setting in. She felt like she was floating, she was happy, she felt she could laugh at anything.

“Just enjoying it.” Ava said, her eyes squinting.

“Good.” Kim smiled. She noticed Ava was still coughing here and there.

“Where is your drink?” She asked.

“I left it in the bathroom.” Ava laughed.

Kim laughed as she got up.

“Come on let’s get you another.” She said, holding out her hand.

Both standing Kim led her around the group. The guy Ava had been sitting next to yelled to them “Have fun you two.”

The pair made their way to the kitchen as Kim handed her a cup she poured her drink as Ava went over to the sink to fill hers. She drank about half of it as Kim smiled at her from behind her cup.

“What?” Ava asked.

“Nothing. You’re just very pretty.”

Ava blushed smiling down at her cup. “I always thought you were beautiful.” bursa escort She said. Her nerves were gone, she wasn’t anxious anymore.

“Ah so you’ve been checking me out?” Kim teased arching her eyebrow.

Ava smirked as she nodded.

“Well Ava..between you and me.” She drew near now standing close enough to whisper in her ear. “I’ve been checking you out since the day I first saw you. I’ve wanted to kiss youre beautiful lips.” She pulled back as she pushed some loose strands behind her ear.

Kim smiled at her as she drew even closer now slightly pressing her body against Ava’s.

“Would it be okay if I did?” She asked quietly.

Ava nodded. Kim smiled at her sweetly, she gently held her cheek in her hand as she embraced her delectable lips with her own. Ava could feel her warmth as she let her lips meet hers. Her head was spinning.

Kim stepped back to look Ava in the eyes. She smiled. “First time kissing a girl?” She asked gently.

“First kiss ever.” Ava said shyly.

Kim arched her brows surprised. “Really?”

Ava nodded.

“Was it okay? Like as your first?” She asked.

Ava smiled as she nodded.

“Come on let’s go talk.” Kim smiled as she turned to lead the way.

Ava followed, they settled in a cozy room. Kim sat on the foot end of the queen bed. She crossed her legs as she patted the bed. Ava sat leaning against the headboard.

“Okay so that was your first kiss…are you into women or was this a kind of in the moment type of kiss?”

“I have always liked women..I just never fully experienced it, not that I didn’t want to… I just never found anyone. I never really have been attracted to guys but when I saw you something just clicked.”

“So you haven’t done anything then?”

Ava sipped her water shaking her head. “I’ve done stuff to others but never kissed anyone.” Ava explained. Kim smiled.

“Do you want to do anything?” Kim asked.

Ava furrowed her brows. “What do you mean?” Her heart was pounding. With that question it felt like Ava’s high left her. Was her crush really asking her what she thought she was??

“Tonight?” Kim asked. “With me?”

Ava blushed. “I don’t really know what to do.”

“That’s okay. That’s all part of it, you have to learn what each other likes and what makes them feel good.” She said. She moved to sit next to Ava.

“Okay…what do you like?” Ava asked nervously.

“Well I’ve figured out that I really like having my breasts played with. Someone else or myself.” Kim smiled.

Ava fidgeted with her shoe laces. She untied them and took her shoes off, she readjusted on the bed. “I have experienced someone else sucking on my nipples which I did like…, I have gone down on two friends which I really like doing…but I never felt comfortable with anything more than my breasts being touched.”

Kim smirked. “Ah you like to be in charge then?”

Ava nodded.

Kim smiled.

“What?” Ava asked.

“Nothing.” She smiled. “Well I’m open to try anything you want. If you want anything to stop or you don’t like anything you tell me okay?” Kim reassured.

Ava nodded.

“Is it okay if I shut the door?” Kim asks.

Ava nodded again. She watched as Kim closed the door she turned around and smiled at Ava. She took her shoes off. She unbuttoned her pants and pulled them off. Leaving her lace cheeky underwear on, she laid down on the bed as she propped herself up on her arm facing Ava.

She smiled down at Kim as she removed her flannel. Ava reached down to her pants and hesitated. She unbuttoned them. Kim gently laid her hand on hers.

“Just lay back. It’s okay. We don’t need to rush.” She said gently.

Ava laid down as she faced Kim.

“I’m going to kiss you again okay?” Kim said.

Ava nodded as she smiled. Their lips met, they slightly pulled away and met again. She liked how soft Kim was and how gentle. Kim settled her hand on Ava’s hip and she started allowing it to roam.

Kim’s hand made its way up to her breasts. “Is this okay?” She asked. Ava nodded. “Do you want me to touch you?” She asked. Ava smiled and nodded again.

“Lay on your back.” Kim said as she was about to throw her leg over to straddle Ava. Kim’s leg froze in the air as Ava’s tight grip on her ankle stopped her.

Kim looked down at her questioning. “Sorry.” Ava said as she let go. “I um ..can I be on top?” She asked shyly.

“Yeah..of course.” Kim said as she laid back and Ava straddled her. Ava’s body hummed with excitement. She never got to straddle anything other than her pillow while trying to get off.

Kim ran her hands over Ava’s hips as she gasped. “It’s okay you’re okay. Are you sure you’re okay with me touching you? And I can always stop.”

Ava nodded as she came close kissing Kim again. Each kiss brought a new sensation to Ava’s attention. The heat, her mind racing, wanting to get off, Kim’s heart beat, her own heart beat, and to her surprise her clit aching.

Kim ran her hands up Ava’s body, along her exposed flesh and to bursa escort bayan her crop top, her fingers danced near her breasts. She froze when Ava pulled away. But smiled once she took her shirt off. She unclasped her bra as she allowed her breasts to fall free. Kim smiled up at her.

Ava sat still just looking down as her. “What is it?” Kim asked. “What is it about neck kisses that turns people on?” She asked shyly.

“Come here and I’ll show you.” Kim smirked.

Ava smiled as she came close. She felt Kim nuzzle into her neck and kiss her gently. She still didn’t understand, they were just kisses. Kim ran over a sensitive part which made Ava shiver.

Kim laughed lightly against her. “There it is.” She said quietly as her kisses grew tender she went over the area again. Ava gasped, she found Kim’s hand, leading it to her exposed breasts.

Ava felt Kim smile against her, she felt her warm wet tongue probing the sensitive nerve. And Kim’s gentle hand toying lightly with her nipple. She thought she would fall over.

Kim could feel Ava pressing and grinding her hips into her gently most likely unaware that she was doing it. She reached her hand down and gently cupped Ava through her pants, she could hear her gasp.

Ava nearly moaned when she felt Kim’s hand between her thighs. She wanted to rip her pants off so she could grind harder into her. She reached down and unbuttoned her pants.

Kim pulled her hand away thinking Ava wanted her to stop until she felt Ava’s tight grip pulling her into her pants. Ava gasped just at the thought of Kim touching her. She knew she was wet and she could feel it.

“Take them off beautiful.” Kim whispered as she squeezed Ava’s mound. Ava let out a little whimper as she pulled away.

Her face was flushed as she got up and jumped around taking her pants off. She turned back to the bed to see Kim had taken her shirt and bra off her C’s overflowing her chest and spilling over. She starred.

Kim smiled up at her. “Sorry.” Ava said snapping out of it. “I just always imagined how you’d look topless and you’re even more stunning.” Kim smiled sweetly at her.

“I am indeed topless now that you have left.” She smirked.

Ava smiled so big.

“Now we are going to take care of you, how fast or slow is your choice…but after…I want you to have your way with me… Just know that the thought of you doing anything to me has got me so wet…. I’ve always wanted you. Now come join me again.” Kim tasted her words as she looked seductively at Ava standing there in just her underwear. She watched as she turned around and locked the door.

She climbed back onto the bed and straddled Kim as she smiled up at her. “Suck my nipples.” Ava almost ordered. Kim and Ava moved in opposite ways as she felt Kim’s warm mouth engulf her nipple.

Kim rolled the other with her hand. She heard Ava gasp at the attention. She reached down to cup Ava through her satin hipsters. She squeezed as she regripped and repeated. Ava moaned, all these sensations filling her head.

“Finger me.” Ava ordered. “I want to gush all over you.” Ava gasped as Kim nipped at her. She slid her hand inside her underwear to be met by a river of wetness. She felt Ava grind her hips against her hand. She ran her finger along until she felt it give. She eased her finger inside Ava as she moaned.

“I need two.” Ava gasped with her head buried in the pillows close to Kim.

Ava groaned as Kim stretched her. She began to ride her fingers.

“Curl them.” Ava ordered as she sped up her movements.

Kim curled her fingers as she felt Ava moving around them, the way she would clench. Her wetness began dripping.

“Fuck..” she groaned. She threw her hips harder against Kim’s fingers. Ava shook as she somehow kept going. She groaned as her walls collapsed and her juices flowed. Kim loved the feeling of it dripping all over her.

Kim pulled her mouth away. “Do you want to sit on my face?”

Ava looked down at her. “You sure?” She asked.

“I’d really like to taste you.” Kim smiled shyly up at her.

Ava smiled, she shifted sliding her panties down to one knee she hovered above Kim’s face. Looking down she hesitated.

“Fuck youre so hot… you look so delicious.” Kim said as she starred hungry at Ava slit. Sliding her hands up Ava’s thighs she stopped at her hips. “Aves you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Kim said gently.

“I do…just I’ve never felt this before…what if I hate it?” Ava asked nervously.

“It’s okay if you do..then we do something else to get you off.” Kim said reassuring her.

Ava finally lowered herself down, she could feel her wetness slipping all over Kim’s face. Ava’s eyes grew big as she felt Kim’s tongue probe inside her. She gasped as she swirled her tongue.

Her heart was pounding, Kim’s tongue made its way through her folds, Ava could feel her clit twitching. Finally Kim’s tongue brushed her hood, Ava shook at the sensation and gasped.

“Kim…” Ava gasped.

“Mm.” She bursa merkez escort answered against her folds.

“I usually get off..oh fuck ….that feels so good..I grind against a pillow while i finger myself…shit keep going…but I grind really hard I dont want to hurt you.” Ava gasped and moaned.

Kim pulled away. “Call me Kimmy…Aves grind as hard as you want against me I just want to hear you moan.” She said quickly before lapping at Ava.

Ava’s head felt heavy. She took hold of the headboard as she rolled her hips. Kim stuck her tongue out as Ava ground her clit against her feverishly. Ava let out a low groan. She couldn’t believe that this soon she felt like she was going to cum.

She leaned forward as she made her strokes longer as she moaned. “Fuck I’m close.”

She pulled her nipple as she nearly fell over as she shook. She held herself up, her arm muscles burning as she felt Kim’s tongue working her through her orgasmic waves. Ava’s mouth hung open as she moaned.

Her hips bucked then she sunk lifelessly down onto Kim as her walls clentched and she dripped. Ava gasped as she tried to calm herself she could feel Kim’s tongue lapping at her juices.

She moved as she fell down onto the bed. She opened her eyes to stare up at the ceiling, Kim came close as she cuddled up to her laying on her chest.

“That was amazing. It’s a whole different experience when someone else is doing all the work. That and you turn me on so much I came so quickly!” Ava said, still catching her breath.

Kim smiled up at her. “I’m happy that you had a good first time.”

“What else do you like?” Ava asked.

“What do you mean?”

“You like your breasts being played with… what else?”

“Circles around my clit.”

Ava looked over at Kim.

“What?” Kim asked.

Ava straddled Kim again. “My turn.” She smirked before kissing her tenderly.

She continued as she would graze her teeth along her bottom lip. Ava moved her leg between Kim’s and pushed her knee against her lace clad lips.

Ava sank down to kiss her neck. She left tender kisses on every inch of her skin. Ava ran her tongue over the nerve as she lightly nipped. Kim gasped as she rolled her hips against Ava’s thigh.

A hand found its way to Kim’s breast, Ava tightened her grip as she rolled her nipple causing Kim’s back to arch. Ava kissed her collar bone as she left a trail of kisses down to her breasts.

She kissed both of her nipples as she eyed Kim, they both smiled at each other. Ava kissed her nipple again, she kissed and sucked gently. She pulled back to see the little nub waking up. She kissed her way down her stomach.

Ava ran her tongue along Kim’s lace. She nipped her way back up to her other nipple and she sucked gently. She swirled her tongue as Kim quietly moaned. She ran her fingers through Ava’s hair.

Kim arched her back as Ava nipped, her hips rose as she felt her hand between her thighs. She ground herself into her hand. Ava kissed her way down again, she ran her tongue along her skin.

Ava kissed Kim’s thighs she kissed down to her knees and took her time kissing her way back up along her inner thigh. She allowed her mouth to press against Kim through her lace. She reached up and looped her fingers through the sides along her hips.

Kim lifted herself as her underwear left her, pulling her wetness with them. She blushed looking down knowing she had strings. Ava smiled at her glistening lips wanting her mouth.

Ava spread her lips with her fingers as she lapped at her juices. “Fuck Kimmy… you taste so good.” She said before diving in. Her nose squished against her as she slowly worked her clit.

She knew to swirl her tongue as Kim said earlier. Kim moaned as she arched her back. She gripped the back of Ava’s head. “Oh god.” She moaned.

Ava slowly sped her motions up as Kim grew more vocal. Kim slapped her hand on the bed as she gripped the sheets. Ava worked without slowing or breaking her rhythm. Kim began to shake. “Fuck don’t stop.” She gasped.

Her wetness seeped out all over Ava’s chin as she moaned her orgasm rolling through her. She held her face close to her as she twitched through the aftermath.

Ava licked her clean before coming up and laying next to her. “You really know what you’re doing.” Kim said, smiling contently at her.

“Practice.” Ava smiled.

Kim snuggled up to her again, they lay there enjoying the calmness of their post orgasm relaxation.

***

Kim jumped awake to her phone ringing. An hour had gone by, Ava sat up remembering what happened, she smiled to herself.

Kim kissed her before getting up and starting to get dressed. “Come on we will drop you off.”

Ava was dressed and in the back of Ava’s friend’s car. He drove to Ava’s apartment that she shared. She got out as Kim rolled down the window. “See you at the next party.. you better be there.” She smiled, her eyes roaming Ava’s body. She smiled back at her.

As she watched them drive away she was mad at herself for not asking for her number. Ava unlocked the door as she made her way through to her room she heard the moans of her roommate. Ava smiled to herself happy that they both were taken care of tonight. She laid in bed, she closed her eyes imagining she was with Kim. She imagined the sensations of Kim’s tongue against her clit.

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My friend Alana had just spilled her guts, and then some. She confessed one thing I secretly already knew: that she was into women now. Then she described in vivid, exciting detail her first time making love to a woman. After the story, she went to explain that she was using our trip to Vegas—which we were still en route to via a red-eye commercial flight—to discover if she was, in fact, a lesbian, bi-sexual, or, as she put it, “just going through a phase”.

She was 26, and I was 20. We had always been close despite our age differences. Her mom was a close family friend, and she left Alana in my parents’ care when she died from cancer when Alana was just 13. Then, when my parents died in a car accident when I was 16, they left me to Alana. By that time we were more brother and sister than anything, and rather than Alana looking after me, we just looked after each other.

I’d been close to Alana for my whole life, and I was still shocked to hear her talk about these things so freely. We never talked much about sex before, and I found it particularly surprising that she confided in me her plans to use this vacation as a sexual experiment.

While I appreciated her openness and drooled over her sexy story, I couldn’t help but feel frustrated. Obviously, since it was only the two of us on this trip, it was going to be an awkward few days for me if all Alana was going to do was pick up guys. I would have to constantly find things to do by myself whenever Alana started picking up men, or if she got picked up.

And even though we had a room with two beds reserved, I knew it would be too awkward for me to be in the room if she was having sex. I’d either have to wander through the night, or hope that she stayed in her would-be one-night-stand’s room. Either way I’d be alone. Most people might not have a problem being alone in a crazy town like Las Vegas, but at 20, I wasn’t old enough to drink or gamble. And with the various women I had waiting for me back home, I wasn’t willing to empty my wallet for strippers.

My other problem was more serious, to say the least. While Alana had revealed her secret of bi-sexuality, I had a secret of my own. A much bigger secret that I planned to keep: I was growing increasingly attracted to her. It had started at the same time I found out she was having sex with women; I had spied her through the neighbor’s window, in a 69 with my unattainable crush, Autumn. Since that day, Alana had been sneaking into my sexual thoughts and fantasies more and more until finally I had to admit to myself that I was crushing on her, too.

When Alana told me the story of her first lesbian encounter, she couldn’t have had any idea what a turn on that was for me. But the thought of her spending all weekend with other men…It would make me both jealous AND horny. Even now, sitting at the rear of the nearly empty passenger jet, my erection was threatening to punch a hole through the fuselage.

Next to me, taking a sip of a Jack and Coke, Alana was fortunately too buzzed or too excited about the state of things to notice my bulge. Her nipples jutted out from her full, D-cup tits, straining against the fabric of her tight, red, low-cut shirt. Her face was slightly flushed, and the smile she wore gave no sign of fading any time soon. Apparently her story had gotten her quite aroused as well.

I jumped when she turned to me, hoping she didn’t catch me eyeing her cleavage. But she didn’t appear to notice, and simply placed her drink on my tray.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” she said, putting up her tray and unbuckling her seat belt. She pointed to the empty cup that she had stuffed in the magazine pouch . “If the guy comes by again, order me another one.” She smiled brightly.

I nodded, smiled back, and watched as she wiggled her ass out of our row and into the aisle. My God, I thought. How could I have been ignorant to that beautiful body for so long? How could I not have noticed her maddeningly cute face, her infectious smile, her perfect teeth and skin? She was 5’10, athletic, with flowing blonde hair and the kind of legs a guy prays to feel wrapped around him.

I’m not picky when it comes to women. There is no type of girl that I covet more than another. Blonde, brunette, tall, short; it’s all good with me. But even still, if I were just another guy and not the kid she was raised with, I would have been jerking off to thoughts of Alana years ago. So why had I only started noticing now?

Of course, I had noticed before. I wasn’t blind. The difference was that before she was just Alana, whom I loved dearly, but never lusted after. But after seeing her have sex with our neighbor, I became aware of a new side of her. A side that was just as alien to me as if she were a complete stranger. That day Alana became sexy Alana, and that image was impossible to erase.

Unconsciously, I grabbed my hard-on through my jeans, gave it a few quick strokes, hesitated, then gave myself a few more. Finally I stopped and readjusted myself, hoping to calm down.

“You really want her, huh?”

The bursa sınırsız escort voice came from behind, and I jumped in my seat with surprise. I turned and looked over the back of my seat. There was no one there. As I said, the jet was nearly empty, and we sat to the rear, away from all the other passengers. Even the stewards were up front, chatting quietly with an old lady.

But I hadn’t imagined that voice, so I raised myself in my seat and strained my neck for a better look. And there she was. A fellow passenger, female, was sitting directly behind me. I hadn’t seen her because she was so short; barely over 5 feet. I knew she wasn’t there when I picked these seats, though, so how did she get past? And then it struck me. The bathroom at the back of the jet. She must have been in the bathroom when we boarded, then inadvertently snuck up on us after we were seated.

Settling with that explanation, I turned back to what she had said: That I “really want her”. My heart jumped into my throat.

She must have seen me stroke my cock through the space between the seats. But even more alarming than that was the simple fact that, sitting so close, she must have heard Alana’s entire story.

“If you want my advice,” she continued, “I’d say go for it. Because she’s into you, too.”

Of course this possibility—that Alana was into me—was something I already suspected. Long story short, I had heard her call out my name during a drunken sex session with her girlfriend. But I tired not to rest my fantasies on that weak detail. I kept this to myself, and played dumb for the passenger.

“What do you mean?” I stammered.

“Are you kidding? That story even got me hot! No one tells a story like that to just anyone. She wanted to turn you on. If not on purpose, than subconsciously. So I say if you want to go to the next level, if you want to be more than friends, the ball is in your court. Or balls, I guess.” She laughed.

I was shocked by her boldness, but it felt good to have someone to talk to about this. She was, after all, a stranger who I would probably never see again after this flight, and the fact that she referred to Alana and I as “friends” reaffirmed my suspicion that she didn’t know we were much closer. I unclasped my seat belt, put my knees on my seat, and turned to face her.

While she was very short and her body was tiny, there would have been no mistaking her for a juvenile. She had the beauty of a pageant queen, with facial features that made her look not like a high school student, but like a spunky young soccer mom. Her blonde hair was much lighter and shorter than Alana’s, and it was loosely pulled back in a ponytail. And while her breasts were so small that I couldn’t even see their bulges beneath her sweatshirt, the woman’s gray eyes gave her an irresistibly sexy, mysterious quality. I guessed her to be Alana’s age, mid-twenties or so—but when I turned to face her, she looked as excited as a schoolgirl.

“Hey,” she smiled. “Don’t let her catch you talking to me. You might blow it.”

I smiled back. “I wouldn’t worry about that. You really think she’s into me?”

The woman had been holding a paperback, but she set it aside and leaned forward to answer. “Let me put it this way. If I told you that story, then said I was going to Vegas to find some dick, wouldn’t you hit on me relentlessly until the end of the flight?”

“Hell, I’d probably follow you to your hotel,” I joked.

She laughed. “And do you think I could blame you for hitting on me?”

“I guess not.”

“Exactly. She wants you to be the guy, Gavin. That’s your name, right? I thought I heard her say it.”

“Yeah. Gavin.” I offered my hand. She shook it with her small, delicate hand, which had a surprisingly firm grip.

“I’m Melanie. And I’m married.” She smiled, then turned her hand to show me the wedding band. Before I could come up with a response, she said, “So forget all about me, and concentrate on her. But remember what I said. Oh, and sorry about eavesdropping. I’m such a jerk.”

We both slumped back into our chairs as we heard the bathroom door creak open just five rows behind. Melanie stuck her nose back in her book, and I fumbled with my seatbelt and my erection that had yet to go away.

Alana returned to her seat, completely composed—though with her stiff movements, she was almost too composed. Then she slowly leaned toward me, eyes facing forward, and whispered.

“Someone is sitting behind us.”

I pretended to be surprised.

Alana continued, talking quietly out of the corner of her mouth. “Has she been there the whole time?”

“Well, she didn’t board mid-flight, if that’s what you mean.”

Alana shot me a look and a sarcastic smile. “Then she heard—”

“Everything.”

“Everything. Oh my God.”

I could tell Alana didn’t know what to do, but I couldn’t tell if she really wanted to do anything. Surely she knew it was harmless for this stranger to know her secret—a secret that would eventually come out, anyway. bursa üniversiteli escort Embarrassing, yes. But harmless. Yet there was a very awkward silence as I waited for her to say something.

Instead of speaking, and perhaps out of curiosity, Alana gave a quick glance between the seats for another look at the eavesdropper. But at that same moment, Melanie had been peering over her book at Alana, and their eyes met. Alana spun around, speechless, but Melanie apparently felt she had no choice but to respond to the situation directly. She stood up and entered the aisle, standing over Alana.

“Look, I’m really sorry. I know none of that was meant for my ears, but you have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Alana couldn’t take her eyes off the floor, her head hung in humiliation. “It’s not your fault. I should have looked around more. Or just kept my mouth shut.” I noticed she was smiling, on the verge of laughter, it seemed, so at least she was taking this with a positive spin.

Melanie squatted down, coming closer to eye level with Alana, who still wouldn’t look up.

“I know what you’re going through, Alana, and don’t think I’m going to judge you or anything,” Melanie said in the sweetest, most soothing voice. She put a hand on Alana’s knee and rubbed it. “In fact, I’m kind of on your team.”

What the Hell?

Not wanting Alana to know that Melanie and I had already become acquainted, I hid my surprise at hearing this.

“You’re gay?” Alana asked.

“Actually I’m bi.”

I saw Alana glance at the wedding band on Melanie’s finger and she smiled wide.

“What’s your husband think about that?”

“Oh, he doesn’t. Well, he probably fantasizes about it like most guys, but he thinks I’m as straight as an arrow. I told him I was going to Vegas to visit my sister. I’m sure he’d have begged to come along if he knew I was actually going to Vegas to eat some out-of-town pussy. “

“He has no idea you like women?” Alana laughed. “You must be an ace at keeping secrets. Obviously I’m not.”

“I’ll tell him some day. Probably the day after he comes clean about fucking that waitress every chance he gets.” She sighed and looked off into space, grinning. “He’s probably doing her right now.”

“You’re not mad?” I asked, baffled.

She shrugged. “Let him have his fun. It frees me up to have mine. But enough about me. You two are much more interesting.”

Melanie stood up and motioned to the empty seat between Alana and I.

“May I?”

Before she had finished the word, Alana was happily nodding and shifting into the middle seat, freeing the aisle seat for our new friend.

“What makes us so interesting?” Alana asked.

Melanie shot a look to the front of the cabin, making sure the stewards were still occupied, then unfastened her pants. Next, she took Alana’s hand and guided it to her crotch, slipping Alana’s hand into her pants, beneath a pair of purple panties. Alana gasped, but she didn’t resist. In fact, at that moment she almost seemed to have a mini orgasm. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she sunk into her seat.

“You feel that?” Melaine said.

Alana licked her lips. “Yeah…”

“You feel how wet I am?”

Alana just nodded, still licking her lips.

“That’s how hot your story made me.”

Alana opened her eyes and stared lustfully at Melanie. It was as if I had simply disappeared. But I was eager to see where this would lead, so I stayed quiet.

“Can I…” Alana asked, cutting herself off.

I saw Melanie suddenly tense up, then close her eyes and sink into her chair like Alana just had. I knew then what had happened. Alana had pushed at least one finger into Melanie’s cunt, possibly more. Melanie moaned softly, then opened her eyes and stared dreamily at Alana. As if in a trance, Alana leaned forward and kissed Melanie softly on the lips. Melanie kissed her right back, the two of them getting more intense with each passing second.

I knew Alana was buzzing hard from the drinks, but I was still surprised that she was doing this in front of me. Maybe Melanie was right. Maybe she really was trying to turn me on.

Alana broke the kiss and began slowly licking her way down Melanie’s neck. I expected at least for Melanie to look at me and show me that she still remembered I was there, but her eyes stayed shut.

Alana licked at Melanie’s neck a while longer, and rubbed her inner thigh with her free hand, slowly working her way to Melanie’s crotch. The hand already at her cunt disappeared further beneath the panties, and Melanie shifted in her seat so she could spread her legs further. I watched, unblinking, as the fabric of the pants at Melanie’s crotch pulsed as Alana worked her fingers inside.

“We should probably try to control ourselves,” Alana said softly between kisses. She stifled a giggle. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

All Melanie did to reply was moan weakly.

Alana moved back to Melanie’s face, and they bursa anal yapan escort kissed passionately again. Their tongues went wild, lustfully twirling around each other, then lapping at each others lips and faces. Melanie caught Alana’s earlobe between her teeth, bit gently, then licked and sucked her way to the top. Alana’s free hand, meanwhile, was moving past Melanie’s crotch, and dipping beneath her sweater.

“I thought you wanted cock.” Melanie said, fighting for breath.

“I do…”

“But I can only give you pussy.”

“I want your pussy.”

To hear Alana talk like this, in a soft, lustful voice, was difficult to handle. On one hand I was immensely turned on. But Alana knew I was here, and, not knowing her true feelings for me, or her intentions for doing this here and now in front of me, I couldn’t be sure if she wanted me to be turned on. Did she expect me to watch? Did she expect me to leave?

But as Alana’s hand crept up beneath Melanie’s sweatshirt and cupped her small breasts, I decided that I wasn’t leaving until I was given the direct order. Like Hell if I was gonna miss this.

From the movements at the bustline of Melanie’s sweatshirt, I could tell Alana was massaging the young woman’s breasts, going from one to the other and back again. Surely she was pinching her nipples, as well, though it was difficult to tell for sure.

“You know you can’t eat me,” Melanie whispered as they made out. “Not here.”

Alana didn’t miss a beat. “But I can taste you.” And she pulled her hand out of Melanie’s panties, then brought two fingers to her mouth and sucked them between her lips.

Melanie and I watched hungrily, but it was Melanie who couldn’t hold back. I felt my dick swell noticeably as Melanie rushed forth, wildly kissing Alana with the fingers still in her mouth. Alana was quick to share her cum-coated digits, and slipped them into Melanie’s mouth. Melanie sucked hard, so hard that she made a tight slurping sound that I feared that everyone in the jet could have heard, though I saw no indication that they did.

Quickly, Alana pulled her fingers back, though Melanie fought to keep them between her lips by sucking harder. Once Alana prevailed, she dipped her fingers back under Melanie’s panties, fingered her for a few strokes, then brought her hand back out and fed them to the tiny blonde.

Melanie bobbed on the fingers excitedly, as if they were a cock. Alana pulled them out again after a moment, offering her tongue to Melanie instead. As their tongues wrestled, Alana once again fucked her new friend’s pussy with those wet fingers, and Melanie began gently bucking against her hand.

I desperately wanted to stroke my cock, if not directly, then through my pants, like before. But I didn’t want to do anything that might alarm Alana. I was so confused, so turned-on. All I could do was watch, which was more than enough, but not nearly what I wanted.

The girls continued making out passionately. Alana fingered Melanie and faster and more forcefully with each passing second. She continued to knead her small tits under her shirt. Both of them were moaning softly.

“I taste really good,” Melanie gasped, as if surprised. “Can I taste my pussy again?”

Alana said nothing, but quickly pulled her hand out from Melanie’s pants and offered her fingers again. Melanie sucked eagerly, with more intensity then before. Then she grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt and pulled it up just far enough to reveal her tiny, braless, breasts. She was quite flat-chested, but her nipples were fat and long, and Alana’s other hand plucked them, encouraging them to grow longer.

“Lick me,” Melanie whispered, while continuing to suck Alana’s fingers.

But Alana was a step ahead. She had moved her head in position, and was already lapping forcefully at Melanie’s right tit. She pummeled the hard, thick nipple with her tongue, then sucked it between her lips. Melanie arched her back and gasped.

“Ohhh….that feels so good, Alana…” Melanie said. If she was in Heaven before, she seemed to be somewhere beyond now. “I love having my nipples sucked. I can come just from that.”

I had to crane my neck a bit to get a good view of Alana sucking Melanie’s tits, so I didn’t notice right away that Melanie was looking at me. I was shocked when our eyes met, and even more so when she didn’t look away. But I also got the feeling that she wasn’t looking at me so much as through me with those glazed over eyes.

I watched as Melanie slipped her own left hand beneath her panties and played with her cunt. Then she pulled her hand out and reached over Alana, pointing a glistening finger at me. I didn’t need a verbal order to act on this opportunity, so I leaned forward to suck her finger, tasting her sweet cum.

“Oh, Alana. Oh, Alana, Alana, Alana,” Melanie said. She closed her eyes and threw her head back. When I tried to pull back from her finger, she just pushed it back towards me. I sucked on it again.

“I’m going to…to…oh, don’t stop, Alana.”

As I sucked Melanie’s finger, I watched Alana working her hands and tongue over Melanie’s exposed tits. She was licking furiously, nipping at the flesh and squeezing the tiny mounds to make tight but shallow cleavage. Melanie’s chest had flushed deep red, a sure sign of her high state of arousal. She thrust her chest forward and threw her head back.

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When I lost my job at the bank, I wasn’t too worried. I assumed something else would come up soon. I called around, searched the want ads, and surfed the net. It seemed as though nothing was available, at least not for someone with my limited experience. A month went by, then two – my savings were running out quickly, as the rent on my Chicago apartment was astronomical.

One bleak afternoon, after another unsuccessful day of job-hunting, I got a phone call from my mother. She knew about my situation, and I could tell she was trying to refrain from saying “I told you so.” She’d thought I was crazy to move to the big city. At any rate, she told me the high school in my old hometown had a job opening. Not a high paying position, at all – but it was something. And best of all, there was a nice little apartment available in Miss Satcher’s building that I could get for a song. I did remember Miss Satcher, didn’t I?

I thought back to my high school days. I had been a timid girl, smart but terribly shy. Miss Satcher was the only teacher who seemed to understand me. My day was spent looking forward to her art class, or wishing I was still in it. She would let me sit alone in the corner, drawing or painting with watercolors. She didn’t force me to join groups and make presentations like the other teachers did. Often she’d tiptoe up behind me, to catch a peek at my work. I remembered the way I would first become aware of her presence – by the warmth of her body. I’d feel her gentle breathing on my neck, a stray lock of hair brushing against my cheek. I secretly reveled in those moments when Miss Satcher was so close. She was late twenties or early thirties, with a gentle round figure. She may not have caught the eye of the men, but her smile sent sensations reeling through me that I didn’t know how to explain. Before leaving my small Indiana town, I’d never heard of women being attracted to other women. All I knew back then was that I lived for those moments of closeness.

My mother’s phone call set me to thinking. I was desperate for money, and to be honest, the city just wasn’t my cup of tea. I longed for the quiet tree lined streets of my younger days. The next day, after I had nearly depleted my bank account with yet another rent payment, I decided to call up the principal at my old high school. Just to see what the job would entail. He was happy to hear from me.

“Did your mother tell you about the position? She mentioned you were looking, and I knew you’d be perfect for it,” he explained. “It’s a straight clerical job, lots of paperwork, requires someone who can work well alone. I know you’re efficient, and responsible. I’d be willing to hire you immediately!”

I was taken aback, but I guess he remembered my fairly good grades. He didn’t come right out and say so, but I figured my anti-social behavior in high school had helped convince him I was suitable for the job. He named a salary, and I almost balked at the figure. It wasn’t even half what I had made at the bank – but I knew that it would cover the rent I’d have to pay with plenty left over. It seemed I had no choice. I told Mr. Barrett I’d take bursa escort bayan it, and that I’d be available to start in two weeks.

The two weeks flew by. Closing up loose ends in Chicago went so smoothly, I was beginning to think this move was ordained. I couldn’t believe how quickly I found myself back in my old hometown, starting to settle in. The apartment lease was signed on Friday, I moved in over the weekend, and I started my new job the next Monday.

Mr. Barrett welcomed me that morning, and had me train with one of the secretaries. The work seemed like it would be easy for me – just processing lots of paperwork. Soon, it was lunchtime, and the secretary said a bit too brightly, “I know you remember where the cafeteria is!” She obviously wanted to be left alone for her lunch hour.

Heading for the cafeteria, I wondered if I’d run into Miss Satcher. Was her hair still the same auburn – or would it have grayed? Would her face be wrinkled? It was only ten years since I’d seen her, but it felt much longer. I wondered if she would remember me. Grabbing a tray, I headed for the lunch line. Standing at the counter, I sensed the familiar presence…a warmth behind me. Turning, I saw that sure enough, she was there. She smiled, took my hand and pressed it between her fingers.

“How are you, Amy? I’m so glad to see you again. I was thrilled when Principal Barrett told me you’d be working with us. You always were one of my favorite students!” Her smile was the same as it always was. There were a few more lines around her mouth, and a few more gray hairs – but I was disconcerted to feel she still had the same effect on me. However pleasant her nearness made me feel, it surely wasn’t proper for me to entertain such thoughts.

Her softness lingered in the air, and I felt it close against me – even as her hand still pressed against mine. I looked down, and noticed faint traces of paint on her fingertips. I smiled back at her. “Miss Satchel, I am so happy to be here. I am doing fine, glad to know you’re still teaching here.”

A gentle flush spread over her skin. “My dear, you must call me Emily now. No need to be calling me Miss! Would you sit with me for lunch in the teacher’s lounge? I’d love to hear what you’ve been up to these past … what is it, nine, ten years?”

I agreed, and after we filled our trays, we walked together to the lounge. Miss Satcher – Emily now – glided gracefully along beside me. I felt so awkward next to her, like a teenager again. My tongue was tied. I wanted to ask her a dozen questions, questions about her I’d never thought of asking when I was her student. I knew I wanted to hear about her life – her likes, interests, outside of this school building.

She kept up a steady stream of conversation though, and I didn’t really have to worry about coming up with things to talk about. She seemed to think me an old friend, despite my reserve. My eyes were focused on her face, so animated. In spite of what she’d said earlier about catching up on my news, it was she that caught me up with the community happenings. She seemed to be so grateful to have someone bursa bayan escort to talk to. Was it possible she didn’t have many friends among the other teachers? Hard for me to believe, with her gentle kindness.

We spent our lunch chatting. Or rather, she spent it chatting. I spent it observing her. An occasional word to let her know I was still interested in the conversation was all the encouragement she needed. She intoxicated me. I watched her mouth – her lips were thin, but soft. Her skin was smooth – sprinkled with freckles. Bold, intelligent blue eyes would have dominated her face if not for the glasses she wore. And the gentle turn of her nose made me want to kiss it. I started a bit in my chair, unnerved at the thought I’d just had. Wanting to kiss Miss Satcher’s nose – was I daft? But indeed, as I listened and watched, I recognized that what I’d felt for her in the past was still there. And more disturbing, I recognized the feeling for what it was.

Too soon, lunch was over, and I knew I had to return to my desk. Emily had offered to help me settle in to my apartment. My place was right over hers. I wasn’t sure I’d be comfortable with her appraising my things – but I also knew I could use her decorative touch. I suggested we get together on the weekend, so she could give me advice. I thought I’d need the time to sort out my feelings toward her.

The afternoon was as uneventful as the morning. My workdays would be rather boring, but I didn’t mind. I figured my lunches with Emily would be the highlight of my day. And indeed, each day that week we ate together. Gradually I became more talkative around her, sharing some of my experiences in Chicago. She knew exactly how to draw me out of my shell. She was so patient, and unassuming, that I was beginning to think of her less as my old teacher and more as a close friend. The closest I’d had in a long while. We even walked back and forth to the school together. Her companionship was welcome after years spent being lonely.

As the weekend approached, I looked forward to our planned evening. On Thursday I’d cleaned as best I could around the few boxes I hadn’t had time to unpack. We walked home together that Friday afternoon, and she stopped by her place to change. I hopped up the steps to my apartment. Inside, I took the chicken I would be baking out of the fridge. I was fairly worried that Emily wouldn’t like my cooking. I’d never been good at it. After seasoning the meat as best I could, I slid the pan into the oven, then set some vegetables on to boil.

I heard her knock at the door. After letting her in, I joked with her about the state of my apartment, and my lack of cooking skills.

“Amy, you should know that doesn’t bother me, my dear. I’ve got enough talent in those areas for the both of us.” Her grin was infectious, and I found my heart doing a little skip in my chest. She looked wonderful – she was wearing a casual skirt and fitted sweater. Her hair hung loosely about her shoulders. The feelings I’d been experiencing around her all week hadn’t diminished.

I showed her around bursa merkez escort my small place, and she immediately started to make suggestions. A picture here, a few candles there – it was amazing what she could do. The rooms began to take on a whole different ambiance. Soft and romantic, just like her. I cursed myself for thinking about her that way. Emily had never married, but I had no reason to believe it was because she preferred women. In fact, my guess was she’d be shocked if I made good on my impulse to kiss the tip of her nose.

After an hour spent together laughing and generally enjoying one another’s company, we sat down to eat the dinner I’d tried to prepare. It actually wasn’t bad, for me. Emily just chuckled at the dry chicken and overcooked vegetables. “I can see I’ll be doing the cooking from now on,” she said, and I stared at her. Surely, she wasn’t thinking along the same lines I was. But I was starting to wonder. She had lit candles for the dinner table, and put on some soft jazz in the background. If a man had done such things, I wouldn’t question his intent. But Miss Satcher?

We managed to polish off the food, despite its less than gourmet status. When she stood up to take her dishes to the sink, I protested. “Let me take care of that, Emily, after all the help you’ve given me.”

“Nonsense, young lady. I won’t be treated like an old woman, you hear? Now you wash, and I’ll dry.” I couldn’t argue with her, so side-by-side we stood at the sink. She poked a little more fun at my cooking, and gently slapped my backside with the towel. I played along and blew some bubbles from my soapy hand at her. We giggled like schoolgirls. Some bubbles lingered on her nose, and I reached out with my dry hand to wipe them off. After feeling her skin, I couldn’t resist – my hand moved of its own accord to her cheek. I caressed her skin with the back of my knuckles. My eyes watched her face closely.

Emily’s eyes were large. I reached up with my other hand to take her glasses off. I could barely believe my boldness. I gazed at her as my fingers touched her cheek, her chin, her lips. She didn’t stop me. Her eyes closed, her lashes fluttering. Her hand reached up to mine, holding it against the side of her face. She pressed her fingers against mine like she had a mere five days ago. But this time, it was different.

She opened her eyes, and I knew it would be ok. What I read in those eyes made me lean forward – and brush my lips across her nose. I felt her breath on my neck. My lips traced their way down to her mouth. Sliding my fingers into her hair, I kissed her gently. Her arms went around me, and we clung together, our lips and bodies touching. I broke our kiss, only to move my mouth to her neck. I tasted her shoulders, back up to her jaw line, brushed her ears, and caressed her temple with my kisses. Emily moaned almost imperceptibly.

We stayed there, for what seemed hours. Our lips and tongues finding and tasting each other. My hands rubbing her back, her shoulders, her arms. The clock struck ten, and I started. The mood broke, and she stepped away from me slightly. I was terrified – terrified that she wouldn’t want this – that she wouldn’t want me. I trembled, waiting for her to speak. She just stood there, her lovely long hair tousled – her clothes snug around her body. She just stood there, and looked at me. Finally, she spoke.

“You were worth the wait – every moment of it.”

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Peggy Oxenberg paid no attention to the wide-open spaces far below California Air Express’ Las Vegas Shuttle as it made a wide banking turn that gave the passengers on her side of the aircraft a breathtaking view. With almost as many hours in the air as the pilot at the controls, the former flight attendant had seen it too many times before to be impressed.

Instead, the forty-six year old vice-president of in-flight operations concentrated on the paperwork she had brought with her to wrap up before she could enjoy her long overdue vacation. It was only two hundred and fifty miles separating Los Angeles, where she was now based at the airline’s home office, and Las Vegas, but experience told her that it would still be almost another half hour before they landed. There were always a lot of flights into Vegas on a Friday afternoon and it was normal for them to get backed up over the desert.

The light was already on for passengers to return to their seats and strap themselves in, but the short haired brunette rarely paid attention to such things. After all, since technically, she was the person responsible for all of the attendants on the plane, none of them were about to tell her she couldn’t head back to the bathroom when she wanted to.

Coming back up the aisle, Peggy made it a point to mention to the senior attendant onboard how impressed she was with the way his crew went about their jobs. It didn’t hurt to let the troops know you paid attention. Truth be told, Peggy sometimes missed the days when she traveled around the country doing the same job as the younger man she was chatting with. There was a sense of freedom about sometimes being in two or three different cities a week and living a carefree life. But nothing lasts forever, she reminded herself once again.

Halfway back to her seat, Peggy had to wait as a passenger got up to put something in the overhead compartment. Standing there, she made eye contact with a rather cute blonde haired woman in the seat next to the woman who had gotten up. With a slim build and long blonde hair below her shoulders, she looked to be in her mid-twenties. Bright blue eyes met Peggy’s emerald green’s for a moment and she returned the older woman’s smile. Then the moment passed and the young lady turned her attention back to the book she’d been reading.

That was another thing she missed from those not so long ago days, Peggy mused as the woman in the aisle sat down and she was able to continue on to her seat. Back then; she could get a lot more than a smile from a pretty woman like that. Not to say Peggy lacked for company when she wanted it nowadays, but with all the changes in her life, the more adventurous aspects of it were just memories now.

By the time she sat down and buckled her seat belt, Peggy realized that there was something more about the blonde bothering her than just a reminder of glory days. The woman seemed familiar somehow, but she couldn’t place her. She’d literally encountered thousands of women in her professional life, but only a few had ever made any lasting impressions. And if she’d known a woman like that on a personal level, she was sure she would’ve remembered.

“Must be my imagination,” Peggy told herself as she packed away the last of her papers in her attache case. “Another sign I’m getting older.” she silently laughed.

Yet, ten minutes later, the question was still bothering her. So much so that she got back up from her seat and went back to the attendant’s station where the senior attendant was wrapping things up as well.

“Is there a problem?” Mike Boone asked when he looked up and saw her standing there.

“No, not at all,” Peggy assured him, “I’d just like to take a look at your passenger manifest for a moment, if you don’t mind?”

Mike hesitated for a few seconds, for which Peggy gave him credit. That wasn’t the sort of thing you normally shared with the passengers. Then again, she wasn’t exactly a passenger either, he justified as he took the list out of the drawer and handed it to her.

It only took a second for Peggy to run her finger down the seating chart and find the name, Samatha Owens. A name that drew a total blank to her. Chalking it all up to the imagination it probably was, she thanked Mike and handed it back to him. On the way back to her seat, she made it a point to walk up the other aisle. Taking a last look at Ms. Owens as she passed her row, Peggy still felt like she knew her from somewhere.

“That just shows me that I’m working too hard and I haven’t gotten laid in far too long,” Peggy grinned as she strapped herself in for the last time. Hopefully, the weekend in Las Vegas would take care of both problems.

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One great advantage to being a VIP of sorts on the twice daily flight, was that Peggy was off the plane before just about anyone else, and her luggage was waiting for her by the time she got to the terminal. Along with a cab that got her to her hotel while others were still waiting for their suitcases. By the time bursa escort any of them reached their hotel check ins, Peggy had already unpacked, changed into a comfortable, sleeveless black blouse and a cream colored skirt, and was heading for the casino to try her luck.

“There has to be some mistake,” Peggy heard a woman’s voice say as she crossed the lobby.

She automatically turned in the direction it had come from. In this case, the front desk she had checked in at a short time before. Normally, she would’ve just continued on her way, but Peggy found herself stopping in her tracks when she saw that the voice belonged to the woman from the plane.

Curious, and in no real hurry to lose her money at the blackjack table, Peggy moved a little closer to see what was going on. She walked up to the small display of pamphlets on the far end of the counter, picking one up about helicopter tours and pretended to read it.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am, but I’ve checked it twice,” the white haired desk clerk, whose name tag read George, said as he looked away from his computer screen. “We don’t have any reservation for a Samantha Owens.”

“But I know the girl who does our company’s travel arrangements made the reservation,” Samantha insisted. “It has to be there.”

The clerk gave a shrug of his shoulders, as if he believed that the woman was just another person who’d shown up without a reservation and was trying to bully her way into a room. He’d seen it too many times to give it credence, but he went through the motions and checked a third time, with the same results.

“Wait a second,” Samantha said before he could move on to the guest who was waiting behind her to check in, “check under Thomas, Samantha Thomas, they might have put it under there.”

The blond haired businesswoman remembered at the last minute that she’d recently informed the personnel director that she planned to go back to using her maiden name now that her divorce was final. That might be the reason for the mix-up.

“Sorry, no Thomas either,” the exasperated clerk said as he now insisted that Samantha step aside and let those with valid reservations check in.

“Oh my God!” Peggy gasped as the memory she had been trying to earlier recall suddenly became crystal clear.

The name might not have hit home with the hotel clerk, but it certainly did with Peggy. The girl had only been nineteen when she’d met her for a brief moment some five years before, but she’d made a quite lasting impression.

It had been on Flight 109, the redeye out of Newark to Los Angeles, and now that she’d made the mental connection, Peggy remembered it like it was yesterday. Samantha had been one of the two women who’d had an in-flight sexual encounter in the bathroom while most of the other passengers dozed their way cross-country.

One of the reasons Peggy remembered the incident so clearly was, aside from having been incredibly turned on by them as she listened outside the door, the then senior flight attendant had given her card to the older of the two, Barbara Logan, as she disembarked. On the back of the card had been her number and an invitation to dinner. An invitation that the New York based lawyer had taken her up on.

Much more satisfying activities had followed dinner, to be repeated two more times while both of them were in Los Angeles. They had never crossed paths again, but the memory of that weekend had remained in her mind. How amazing it was, Peggy thought as she put the flyer back in the cardboard holder, to run into the other half of that daring duo after all this time.

“Excuse me,” the older brunette said as she stepped up to the center of the countertop, ignoring the people that had been waiting behind Samantha. “Is there a problem?”

Normally, the man behind the desk would’ve been further annoyed, but he immediately recognized Peggy as being an official with an airline that put up its crews at the hotel, even keeping a room all the time for emergencies. Ignoring the man behind Samantha who was trying to hand him his reservation confirmation, the clerk gave Peggy his undivided attention.

He quickly outlined the girl’s problem, and insisted that while he was of course sympathetic, there really wasn’t much he could do. It was Friday, after all, and the hotel was fully booked as it was. Perhaps the young lady could try one of the lesser-known establishments?

“I think that maybe you just aren’t looking in the right places,” Peggy suggested, along with the thought that maybe if he couldn’t find this young woman a room, which obviously someone on the hotel staff had misplaced the reservation for, then perhaps the manager might be able to find one.”

“No Ma’am,” I’m sure that there won’t be any need to involve him in this,” came his quick reply after Peggy voiced her thoughts.

Peggy let him squirm for a minute or two, using the time he checked the list of rooms again to fully take in the younger woman who now looked at her with a sense of deliverance. bursa ucuz escort

“You were on the plane.” she said as she recognized Peggy.

“Yes I was,” she smiled back before turning again to the clerk, the look on her face now saying she expected an answer.

“Ma’am, I have looked at every room we have in this place,” George said in frustration, “and we don’t even have a utility closet that we could put a cot in.”

Peggy hadn’t really expected any different answer, although she didn’t appreciate the crude imagery he used to emphasize the point. She had merely been using the time to come up with an alternative of her own.

“Does that include the rooms that were reserved for the California Air crews?” Peggy asked.

“Yes it does,” he replied. “All six rooms are being used.”

“Being used, or filled up?” Peggy asked, already knowing the answer.

“Well,” George said, his tone reflecting the fact that he’d not taken that into consideration. “Both you and Mr. Boone have rooms to yourself, as do Captain McCarthy and Mr. Wilson. The others are all doubled up.”

All three of the men he mentioned had private rooms based on their seniority. Technically, as a vice-president, Peggy could move them around if she wished. McCarthy and Wilson were pilots and it wasn’t a good idea to play with their prerogatives. The fly boys were often touchy about things like that. Mike Boone, on the other hand, was in her chain of command and she was sure he wouldn’t mind being put in the position where she owed him a favor.

“Well, why don’t we do this,” Peggy suggested, “have one of the bellhops move my things into Mr. Boone’s room, then this young lady can have mine.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t,” Samantha immediately interjected.

“Hush,” Peggy said to her as she held up her index finger for emphasis.

George looked at Peggy for a moment, considering what his own manager would make of it all. Not that he wanted to call and get his opinion. He also wondered why the airline official was so willing to share a room with a male subordinate.

As he called for one of the bellhops, George came up with two possible explanations. One, that the older woman had something going on with the quite attractive young man he remembered from other visits to the hotel. Or, that the young man was a little too attractive and had no interest in women at all, making it perfectly safe for her to share a room.

Had she been able to read his mind, Peggy could’ve assured George that neither was the case. The last man she had been intimate with was three decades in the past, back in high school. As for Mike Boone not being interested in women, one of the reasons he liked being a flight attendant was that it allowed him to keep the large number of women he was involved with far apart from each other. His story was the modern equivalent of the old girl in every port.

It also now occurred to Peggy that Mike being Mike, and this being Vegas, he undoubtedly already had something, or someone, lined up for this evening. If that was the case, then Mr. Boone was about to learn that sometimes, one had to make sacrifices, no matter how much they hurt. It was a lesson Peggy had learned herself over the years.

“Please, Miss …” Samantha started to say, then realized that she didn’t even know the name of the woman who had come to her aid.

“Peggy, Peggy Oxenberg,” she offered, pausing a breath to see if there was any recognition. A foolish thought really, since they had never actually been introduced.

“Miss Oxenberg, I really can’t take your room,” Samantha said, her voice reflecting the gratitude of the offer, “as much as I need someplace to stay. If you really want to be that generous, let me share it, and pay half the cost.”

“The room is already paid for,” Peggy said. “I work for the airline.”

“Then let me show my appreciation in another way,” Samantha offered.

Peggy had to bite her tongue to keep from saying the first thing that popped into her head. The mental image was bad enough to evoke a physical reaction between her legs.

“Why don’t I take you out to dinner?” the blonde went on. “I don’t know about you, but that snack they served on the plane really wasn’t worth what we paid for it.”

“You do remember that I just said that I work for that airline.”

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“That’s okay, I thought it was somewhat lacking as well,” Peggy grinned.

Samantha smiled back with relief.

“Okay, this is what we are going to do,” Peggy said as she now included George once again in the conversation. “This young lady and I are going out to dinner, assuming of course the hotel restaurant doesn’t have a problem seating us as well.”

“No Ma’am,” George insisted, “I’ll call ahead personally.”

“Good,” Peggy said. “As I was saying, while we go out to dinner, you can have your bellman here move her luggage up to my room. We’ll wait until we get back bursa elit escort from dinner until we decide anything else, but I’d like you to explain what’s going on to Mr. Boone when he checks in. So that if I do need the spare bed in his room, he can adjust his schedule accordingly. Is that simple enough?”

George quickly agreed, and was more than relieved when the two women set off in the direction of the restaurant, leaving him to finally take care of the small backlog that had formed behind them. Thankfully, few of the other guests seemed too put off by the delay. In fact, some had found his obvious distress somewhat entertaining.

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As busy as the hotel obviously was, they didn’t really need the desk clerk’s call to be assured a table. Many of the guests, at least those not practically living in the casinos, preferred the low cost buffets to a sit down dinner. Knowing this, Peggy suggested that Samantha follow her bags up to the room and take the time to shower and change into something more comfortable. Which in this case turned out to be an outfit much like Peggy’s, only in red and white.

The call had been enough, however, to point out Peggy as someone the hotel management wanted to keep happy. With that in mind, they were met at the restaurant entranceway a half hour later by the hostess. She quickly showed them to one of the more preferred tables, away from the noise of both the kitchen and the casino. The long haired brunette assured them that their waitress would be along in a few moments.

“This is really very nice,” Samantha said as she looked around the half filled room.

“Aside from the self important nincompoop at the desk, this is really a good place to stay.” Peggy replied.

“I really did have a reservation,” the younger blonde said, feeling a little defensive.

“I never doubted that you did,” Peggy smiled back, putting to rest any thought to the contrary.

“My, look at all these choices,” Samantha said as she opened one of the menus the hostess had left. “Everything looks so good.”

“Might I make a suggestion?”

“Of course.”

“The veal scaloppini here is so good that it almost melts in your mouth,” Peggy said. “That is if you like veal.” she added, realizing that for all she knew, Samantha could just as well be a vegetarian.

“That sounds excellent,” Samantha said as she closed the menu and laid it flat on the table.

Peggy followed suit, deciding she would have that as well. She was about to ask Samantha what brought her to Las Vegas when they were interrupted by the appearance of their waitress. On her tray, she was carrying two glasses of wine.

“Compliments of the house,” she said as she laid them out on the table.

“That was nice of them,” Samantha said.

“It’s nice to see you back, Miss Oxenberg,” the twenty-something waitress said as she slid the now empty tray under her arm and took out her order pad.

The use of her name caused Peggy to look up and see the woman. not just the uniform. Normally, that wasn’t something she was guilty of, but she had been giving Samantha her full attention.

“Oh hi, Bridgett,” Peggy said to the buxom blonde once she recognized her. “It’s nice to see you again. I’m sorry I didn’t realize it was you at first. I guess I was a little preoccupied.”

“That’s okay, I understand.” the waitress replied with a knowing smile as she glanced in Samantha’s direction.

Whereas many people in her profession usually remembered you by the amount you tipped, Peggy knew from the look Bridgett gave Samantha that she also recalled her by the number of times the older woman had dined here with various women across from her. While women weren’t her partners of preference, it was obvious to Bridgett that they were Peggy’s. Once she had realized that, the blonde made it known as nicely as she could, it wasn’t the way she liked to play. She didn’t have any reason to think Peggy might be interested in her, but some things were best said out front she always thought.

“This is Samantha Owens,” Peggy said as she introduced her dining companion. “We sort of met on the plane ride here and I was helping her sort out a problem with her reservation.”

It was important for Peggy that Bridgett not automatically conclude that Samantha fell into the same category as the other women she had seen her with. It would be wrong, she thought, to make assumptions based on a single incident so many years before.

“You’re the two that gave George such a hard time at the front desk,” Bridgett said with an appreciative grin, proving once again that nothing travels faster than gossip. “It couldn’t have happened to a nicer asshole,” she added in a lower voice. “It’s amazing that they didn’t fire him a long time ago.”

She quickly took their orders, promising to make sure the chef gave them special attention. Peggy took a taste of the wine, after which Samantha did the same.

“By the way, it’s Thomas, not Owens,” she said as she put down the glass. “I guess I have to get used to that again.”

“Bad divorce?” Peggy asked.

“Is there a good kind?” Samantha asked in turn.

“I guess not,” Peggy replied, even though she knew of a few instances where divorce was the best course of action for everyone concerned.

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This story is intended to continue the “Massage Mat” series that began in the “Incest” category. This episode deals with Beth’s continuing emotional and sexual journey, but it can be read separately.

If you haven’t read chapters 1-3, the plot thus far is that Beth, a widow, and Jason, her son, have begun an incestuous romantic relationship that was consummated for the first time at the end of part three.

Incest fans: There isn’t any in this chapter but stay tuned…there is more of that to come, with some (hopefully fun) plot twists mixed in.

If you’re more interested in reading for sex scenes than for plot, there are two (hopefully hot) lesbian scenes in here, but there’s no way to get “Massage Mat” to continue without some character and plot development. Feel free to fast forward until you get to the good parts.

But if you’re interested in what happens to Beth, I hope you enjoy the journey!

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The weeks and months after Jason and I began our romantic relationship had been the happiest of my life. Even my friends and co-workers noticed the change in me.

“My God, Beth,” exclaimed Lori one day, “you are like a giddy teenager. Do you have a secret lover or something?”

“Dozens,” I replied, laughing. Then I made a serious face, “Yeah. I wish. Actually, I’m living a life of celibacy,” I lied. “I just feel really good lately.”

Of course in reality Jason and I had been fucking ourselves senseless. He’d never had sex before our first time, and I had been starved for half a decade, so we went at it constantly. I wondered what would happen to us once the novelty of the intense sex began to lose its charm. Well, I thought, that wasn’t going to be an immediate problem. There was no sign that we’d be letting up anytime soon.

I also thought a lot about how this would affect Jason’s life. I didn’t want our…our what? Affair? God, that word made my skin crawl. I didn’t want our…relationship…to damage his chances for a happy future.

I realized that I was thinking more like a mother again, and mentally thanked Jason for helping me to regain the strength that I had lost. I knew that I would never let anything or anyone—including me—damage his future happiness.

That resolution was put to the test a few nights later when Jason announced that he wanted me to meet someone after his hockey game. As usual, he played really well, and when he came out of the locker room, his coach came with him along with another, older man.

Jason’s coach introduced the distinguished-looking older man to me. “Beth, this is the head coach of the University of _____________, hockey team. Right now, they’re ranked number three in the nation and are one of the favorites to win the national championship. Coach D’Amico, this is Mrs. Miller.” The older coach got straight to the point.

“Mrs. Miller, I have a very busy schedule, but I took the time to fly out here to watch Jason play in person,” the coach began, “Our scouts have been driving me crazy for months saying how great they think he is. Between you and me, I just came up here to get a little peace and quiet,” he joked. We all laughed. He was a very personable guy. Then he turned serious and looked directly at me as he continued.

“Your son is truly a very talented hockey player. He’s pretty rough around the edges, but has great skills and vision on the ice. He’s also got the things that can’t be taught—an instinctive feel for the game and amazing leadership qualities. I think he can contribute a great deal to our program, and I believe we can develop him to the point that he’d have a legitimate chance to play in the National Hockey League.

“Don’t get me wrong—I don’t think he’s a future Sidney Crosby—but he has the potential for a solid career for a number of years if things work out. We’ve therefore decided to offer Jason a scholarship. I believe it’s a great opportunity for him, and I hope that you will both give it serious consideration.” Then he turned to Jason.

“Son, I know you’ve been talking with my assistant coaches every couple of days. I want you to continue to do that. Let us know what you’re thinking and if you have any questions. We want to make this work for you, and we need your help to make it work. Will you help us on that?” Jason nodded, looking a little dazed. “Ok son, I’m going to hold you to your word,” the coach added looking Jason squarely in the eyes. I could tell why he was so successful—he was an incredible leader and motivator—Jason looked ready to take on the world for this guy.

And that was that. Jason was going away to become a hockey player, and I was going to do whatever it took to help make his dream come true—even though it would take the great love of my life away from me for a time.

At first, Jason wanted to turn down the scholarship to stay with me. I was thrilled, but after a sleepless night, I knew what I had to do. We had a long talk, and I helped him to see that our future together would be brighter if he took bursa escort this opportunity—and that he would never be happy if he didn’t. I loved him so much that I would have given my life for him in an instant. Four years apart to establish a firm basis for our life together was a small sacrifice by compairison.

I also made another decision. I wanted Jason to date girls his own age while he was away. I knew that he needed to experience more of life and love if we were ever to have a normal relationship. I didn’t want to go through life as the “mom” to my man. I needed him to be a man: a strong, sure, confident leader to whom I could submit—and who I would support with every fiber of my being.

And that could only happen if Jason left the nest, conquered his own world and returned to me. I knew it was a risk, but I was willing to take it. I wanted him more than I had wanted anything in my life, and I would do anything necessary to make this relationship work for the long haul.

As wonderful as it felt to make these noble sacrifices for our future happiness, helping Jason move away to college was the hardest thing I had ever done. After losing Dan, I felt like I was having another piece of my heart torn out. When it came time for me to head back home alone, we both sobbed in each other’s arms. Only the fact that I’d return for a visit in a month made the parting bearable at all.

When I got back to town, I couldn’t face going home to an empty bed. I phoned Lori.

“Hey, can I come over for a minute?” I asked.

“Of course, Beth,” she replied, “You know you’re welcome anytime.”

As soon as Lori opened the door, a look of concern crossed her face.

“Oh my God, Beth,” she said, giving me a hug, ” what is the matter?”

Of course, I couldn’t tell her the real problem—that I was devastated because my son wasn’t around to fuck me four times a day. I did, though, manage to come close to the truth.

“Lori, I just moved Jason up to school and I don’t know what to do with myself. I feel so lonely and….and… There is just a big hole in my life right now,” I said, beginning to cry.

Lori reached out and hugged me. “You’re so tense,” she exclaimed, “Your whole body seems like it’s going to explode.” Like only a true friend could, Lori comforted me and made me feel better. When I left, she made me promise to have dinner with her and John the next night.

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“That was a great dinner, and the company was even better,” I said with real gratitude. “I know you guys didn’t have to include me on your date night, but I’m so glad you did.”

“Beth, it was really fun to have you with us. We always enjoy spending time with you,” John said warmly. Then he turned to his wife.

“Honey, did you bring…the surprise?” he asked.

“Of course, babe.” Lori answered, smiling. Then she reached into her purse and handed me an envelope.

“Open it,” they said, giggling. I did, and pulled out a card.

“This Gift Certificate is Good for One Massage,” it read, “at Magic Hands Massage Studio.” I looked at John and Lori with a puzzled expression.

“Lori swears by this gal,” John said. “Her name is Angie, and she apparently is a massage genius. I don’t think her massages are so amazing, but they’re good.”

“That’s because you’re a man,” teased Lori, “You don’t appreciate Angie’s talents.”

John harrumphed. “Whatever. Anyway, Beth is a woman, so I’m sure she will. Enjoy the massage, Beth.”

“You ARE going to love the massage,” Lori assured me. “You’ll feel like a new woman. We decided that you needed a little pampering and relaxation, and this was my idea. I really hope you like it.”

“Guys, this is so sweet,” I said, “I don’t deserve it, but…well, thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” said John. “Sometimes it’s fun to do something nice for a wonderful gal who could use a little TLC.”

I got up and hugged him. “You’re the best,” I said. I turned to Lori.

“You’re a really lucky woman,” I assured her.

“Yeah. I know. I’m really lucky,” she said taking John’s hand and kissing it. “There’s just one thing though, Beth,” she said suddenly.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Give me a call when you schedule your appointment with Angie,” she requested, “I’d just like to know when you’re going.” I assured her that I would, wondering why she cared so much about that.

The next morning I called the number on the card.

“Thanks for calling Magic Hands Massage,” a cheery voice answered.

“Hi. I just got a gift certificate for a massage, and I was wondering how I can use it,” I began. There was a pause.

“Oh. Ok. You must be Beth. I’m Angie,” the voice continued.

“How did you know who I was?” I asked.

“Well, this is not exactly a huge operation,” giggled Angie. “Actually, it’s a one-woman show. Me. So when Lori asked me about gift certificates, I first had to make one…and then she told me about you. It’s nice to meet you—telephonically at least,” escort bursa she giggled again. I decided that I liked Angie already. “We just need to find a time and you come in and get a massage. That’s all there is to it.”

“Ok,” I answered. “How long a massage is the gift for?” I asked.

“It’s for one massage,” said Angie firmly. “I don’t put time limits on them, because it just varies—sometimes someone needs more attention, sometimes it’s more like a touch-up. Almost all of my clients are regulars, so it probably averages out to about an hour and a half per massage I guess. I’m just not a clock-watcher.”

I thought for a minute. “Well, Thursday or Friday of this week could work for me if it were later in the afternoon,” I suggested. I heard a mouse clicking. Then a pause.

“C’mon you fucking thing,” I heard Angie mutter. I decided that I really liked Angie. Then she came back on the line. “Either day is open after 4:30, but how about if we do Friday?” she suggested. “That would be a better way to end your week.”

I smiled and checked the address on the card. I didn’t recognize it. “Ok. Friday it is,” I replied. “Where are you located? I don’t recognize your address.”

“Take Route 57 South,” Angie replied. “Just past the city limit, you’ll see Rodgers Rd. on your left. Turn left and look for the big yellow farmhouse on your left about ½ mile down the road. If you get to the hog farm, you went too far.”

“Ok. That will take me about 20 minutes from work and I get off at 5:00. Would 5:30 be ok?” I asked.

“Perfect,” she replied. “See you Friday at 5:30.”

The next few days were uneventful, except for some lovely conversations with Jason. He had had several good practices in a row, and the coach told him that he might dress for some home games when the season started. He was really excited about that, and it made me feel good to know that he was doing well and was happy.

“I just miss you so much, mom,” he said right before we said goodnight, “Everything would be perfect if you were here.”

“Only one month, kiddo,” I told him, “Hang in there, and we’ll have a reunion for the ages.”

“I really need you…Beth,” he said tenderly. I knew exactly what he had in mind.

“The feeling is mutual. I am going berserk without you,” I assured him, “Now sleep well and dream about me.”

On Friday afternoon at work, time seemed to have stopped. I was really looking forward to getting a massage and starting my weekend—and 5:00 seemed to never want to arrive. Finally I was able to leave. I zipped to my car and headed off for my Magic Hands massage.

On the way, I realized that I had never phoned Lori. I got my phone and hit her speed dial number.

“Hey Beth. What’s up?” Lori’s voice came over the phone.

“Well, I’m on my way to Angie’s for my massage,” I replied.

“You lucky, lucky girl. You are really going to enjoy it,” she assured me again. “I just have one piece of advice for you.”

“Yes?” I asked.

“Move the towel,” Lori said simply.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked, mystified.

“You’ll understand when the time comes. Just do it. Promise me that you’ll do it,” she demanded.

“Huh? Ok. I promise to move towels,” I replied without much feeling.

“Not towels. Just one. Just move THE towel,” said Lori. Then she hung up suddenly.

I was still wondering what the hell that was about when I pulled into Angie’s curving driveway. The farmhouse was impossible to miss—it was neon yellow with electric blue trim. There was a stream running next to it, and several nice flower gardens landscaped the grounds. A small sign by the front steps identified the place as the home of “Magic Hands Massage Therapy.” I climbed the stairs to the porch and read the sign on the door.

“Welcome, weary traveler,” it read, “Knock and enter.” I followed the instructions and pushed the door open gently.

“Hello?” I inquired.

“Hello to you,” came the reply. A tomboyish young woman bounced up to greet me, “I’m Angie.” She looked young, but her deep blue eyes were unusual—like the eyes of a very old and wise teacher, I thought. My first thought was that she was in her 20s, but then I thought that maybe she could be 40. I finally decided that I had no idea how old she was, and really didn’t care. I just liked her.

Her short, blonde hair was cut in a very boyish style and she wore jeans, a faded t-shirt that said “Harvard Law,” and bright red sneakers. I couldn’t help but smile at her—she seemed to be a ball of sunshine.

“C’mon back and I’ll get you set up,” she said casually, and we headed down the hall. She opened a door and we entered the most beautiful room I have ever been in.

One wall was all windows, offering a panoramic view of wildflower-covered hills rising into the distance. The other walls were painted a rich, deep blue and there were beautiful Oriental rugs on the well-used wood floor. Recessed lights bathed the room in a soft glow. A tabletop waterfall trickled bursa escort bayan in the background, and Zen massage music was playing softly. The air was suffused with a wonderful scent. Truly this was a refuge for the senses. I felt tension melting out of my body as I stood there.

“Yes. This is a beautiful space,” Angie said, answering my thoughts. Her whole demeanor had changed. The whimsical young girl had given way to a…a being…who radiated serenity. I could not believe that it was the same person, yet the tomboy with the mop of blonde hair and red sneakers was still there before me.

“I am truly blessed in many ways. It gives me great joy to share my blessings and to give joy and pleasure to others,” she continued. She rested her hand lightly on my arm.

“Welcome, Beth. I am honored to have you join me today.” Her hand lightly touched my heart and she bowed her head. Then she touched my cheek, finally resting her hand on her heart and bowing deeply.

“Please have a seat on the table and make yourself comfortable.” It was an invitation but…I felt that it was a command too. I sat before I could think.

“Have you had massages before?” she asked.

“Yes, many times,” I answered, ” and I absolutely adore them. I just haven’t found the time to get one recently.”

“It is often difficult to find time to care for ourselves,” she observed, “Nonetheless, this is your time, Beth. It is your time to seek serenity and clarity,” she said softly but with deep feeling. “I will step out and you can undress and get on the table and under the covers. We’ll begin face up, please.”

A few minutes later I was nestled, nude under soft blankets. A soft tap on the door announced Angie’s arrival. She ran her hands over the covers, feeling the contours of my body beneath them. Her eyes gazed deeply into mine. Then she closed her eyes and concentrated deeply.

“I think we should begin with some aromatherapy,” she finally said in a low voice, “I recommend lavender to release your stress.” She went to her table and took a few drops of something onto her hands, then rubbed them together briskly before holding them just over my face. “Breathe deeply and slowly. Ah…that’s it…excellent…”

The scent of the lavender relaxed me further and I felt my body melting into the covers. Angie disappeared briefly then her hands began massaging my earlobes, face and neck before moving to my shoulders…

“Beth. Beth…you can turn over now,” I heard Angie’s sweet voice whispering into my ear. Her hand rested comfortingly on my chest. I smiled drowsily.

“I think dozed off,” I muttered, blinking. I tried to turn over, but nothing moved. A second attempt yielded a slight movement of my right leg and an futile attempt to raise myself with my arms. The third try was more successful and I unceremoniously flopped onto my stomach. “Ergh. That’s better,” I grunted as Angie lowered the covers, positioned a pillow under my legs, and covered my backside with a towel.

She began to massage my back, using an incredible variety of strokes and pressures, and my muscles relaxed deeply. After doing my arms, she returned to my back, this time using lighter, longer strokes and moving downward.

“Beth, I think you would benefit from having some having some work done on your glutes along with your legs. Would you be comfortable with that?” she asked softly. It was a simple request, almost impossible to refuse.

“Mmmm. Of course, Angie,” I replied dreamily. She immediately began to work my buttocks, first through the towel then moving under it. Finally, she released every bit of tension in my legs and feet. Again, she returned to long, soft strokes, this time up and down my legs and then returning to my buttocks. She had no way of knowing, of course, that massaging my ass was a sure-fire way to get me aroused, and her ministrations began to have exactly that effect, especially when she moved to the inner parts of my thighs. I felt myself begin to drift away from reality…

“Beth? Are you awake?” Again Angie’s soft voice roused me from another world.

“Mmmm. Mostly,” was all I could reply.

“I’m afraid I have to ask you to turn over again,” Angie whispered, “the backside is done.” This time I was so limp that I required Angie’s help, but we finally got me on my back again. Angie got a midnight blue towel and covered my hips but left me uncovered otherwise.

It was twilight and the sky was a deep blue color. In the distance, the hills sparkled with points of light from the houses situated on them. Already, a multitude of stars were visible—it was as though Van Gogh’s “Starry Night” had come to life. The room had become dark and Angie was now just a dimly-lit shadow as she moved.

She began with my legs, moving upward and I was soon back in my enchanted place of relaxation. She moved up to my neck and shoulders and I could only marvel at how loose and open I felt there compared to when she had started. Finally, she massaged my belly lightly and moved her hands up to my breasts, just giving them a very light massage. Her touch was intoxicating. Again, I heard her beautiful voice.

“Beth?” she whispered. I opened my eyes. Her face was close to mine and I could see into her eyes.

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They let go of each other and sat up, finding their shirts and quickly going into the house and taking them off again on the way to the bathroom, snickering as they hung them on the top corner of the door, and got into the tub, looking at each other, and then they both raised their eyebrows questioningly. His sister said softly:

“Yeah, I want to, … want you to: ‘all over’.”

When Martha nodded slightly, she dropped to her knees, waiting expectantly, staring at Martha’s pussy, snorting as she saw her stream start and splash on her thighs. She glanced up at Martha and then back at her stream and leaned forward, holding her thighs, and put her face in it and then turned her mouth up to catch it, moving closer to its source as it started to die down, finally kissing Martha’s hair, who snorted and murmured:

“You’re just as raunchy as I am,” and sank down as his sister stood up, looking down at her with a nod and smile, and then closed her eyes for a moment as she spread her knees slightly, and then watched Martha do what she had done, smiling slightly with a snort, that moved her stream for a moment. And then Martha was kissing her, holding her hips, and then pressing down on them as she stood up again, snorting, herself, as she looked at her with a wry smile, and then turned and started adjusting the water as she snorted again and asked:

“Why do we want to do that, … like to do that?”

“I don’t know, but we do,” she replied as she closed the shower curtain.

Martha nodded and turned on the shower. And then were quickly washing each other again, snickering as they washed each other’s pussy – more than just washing them. And then they were drying themselves, looking at each other, in each other’s eyes, and at each other’s aroused breasts, smiling slightly, and then going to his bedroom without brushing their hair.

His sister let Martha precede her to the bed, watching her lie down and turn to her, waiting. They smiled at each other, and then she knelt down at the side of the bed and leaned over and found Martha’s breast with her mouth, sucking and licking her aroused nipple as she held her other breast, and Martha moved closer, holding her head to her with a sigh and murmured:

“You can’t do that to him. Well, … it’s a lot better, doing it to you.”

She nodded and then released her breast and replied as she moved towards Martha’s face:

“And to you,” and then they kissed, now better than before on the deck as she squeezed Martha’s breast, and Martha’s hand found hers as their tongues eagerly moved on each other. Martha’s other hand found his sister’s hand on her breast, holding it for a moment, and then sliding it down to her pussy, and she nodded as her fingers quickly slipped down between Martha’s thighs, that opened as her hips rolled up, letting her fingers slip between her lips and arouse her.

“Un-unnn!” Martha responded as her pelvis rocked up again as his sister sucked and caressed her tongue. Martha’s hand encouraged hers, and her other hand slid down from her breast and found her pussy, her finger sliding under the curve of her pussy and then holding it and pressing up, urging her to rise. She nodded slightly and did, their mouths separating as she followed the urging of the hand on her pussy, moving down over Martha, letting her hand guide her hips up towards Martha’s head as hers moved down Martha’s body as she raised a knee onto the bed and let Martha help support her as she drew her other one up, and Martha guided her hips over her head, her leg moving over her as her head moved down towards Martha’s now spread thighs, and her hand left her pussy as her mouth found Martha’s hair. Her hand slid around Martha’s hip as she rolled over her with her head on her thigh as her hand urged Martha to roll towards her, and she did, as each of them drew her thigh up under the other’s head, raising her other thigh, as they drew each other’s hips to them and buried their faces deep between the other’s thighs.

It was like before, in the morning, but even more direct this time as their fingers found their assholes and their tongues, their clitorises. But after this first intensive impulse, their tongues explored further, and when they both explored past the other’s opening, they both curled their hips up, and their tongues explored further, immediately replacing their fingers and moving on each other as they moaned and responded, and relaxed and let each other probe and then tightened with the same reflex, relaxing again as their tongues wanted to probe again, and then their hips rocked back, and their tongues slid back and found their other hole as their fingers returned to probe, and their tongues and fingers were probing, now deeper.

They let them, and then like in the morning, their tongues were moving, finding a common rhythm. Both of them chuckled slightly with a nod as they continued, not upsetting the pattern they had found, their tongues now moving in perfect unison, continuing on and on as they sighed and moaned softly, one and the other varying the pattern slightly, but then returning to it, and bursa escort their fingers were also moving gently in unison, and their moans became more aroused, but they still continued, not letting their arousal upset the controlled rhythm that their tongues were following.

Their thighs began to quiver, and their moans became sharper, but they still continued, even as they started to come, their faces all wet from each other as they continued, spurting with desperate sounding moans, that then subsided for a moment, but then resumed, sounding even more desperate as their thighs twitched and quivered as they continued and spurted again, their controlled pattern now lost as they buried their noses in each other’s wet cunt and sucked and nibbled and licked each other’s aroused clitoris with whimpering moans and quick gasps as their bodies jerked and their thighs clutched and quivered on each other’s head.

Finally, they relaxed, their bodies limp, just extending their upper thighs as they lay gasping with long moans. Slowly their breathing returned to normal, but they still lay there in silence for a minute two longer.

Martha slid her hand up from her hip and found her breast, and she did the same, their nipples all soft in each other’s palm. Then Martha removed her hand from her and found hers and drew it up to her face, and then murmured:

“I want to,” and with her eyes closed drew his sister’s finger to her mouth.

“You do?!” she asked softly, and Martha nodded.

“Did you do it with him?” she asked again, and Martha nodded again and slipped her finger into her mouth.

“Oh, …” and then she took Martha’s hand and drew it towards her, her eyes still closed as she drew towards her mouth and put her finger in it, and then murmuring again:

“Oh, … you did, … we did. We are raunchy.”

And then she put Martha’s hand back on her breast and found Martha’s again with hers. For a moment they fondled each other without arousing their nipples, and then his sister murmured:

“God, that was good! God, we do that good!!” Martha nodded and squeezed her breast as she continued:

“I was just wanting to do it to you, … like you did, but thank you, that you did. It was just so good!”

Martha nodded again and replied:

“I wanted to, again. Before was just for you, … like I said, … Hm-mmm! … an extra one, for you, … thank you! But I wanted to, … to do it again. … We both know how good that is, too.”

“It sure was! Even better than this morning. We really know how to do it good, together. That’s wonderful, knowing, feeling exactly what it was like, what I was doing, … just too good that way to stop.”

Martha nodded and agreed:

“Um-hmm, I didn’t want to either, wanted us to just keep on like that, it was so good, together, like that.”

“He can’t do that, … it can’t be like that with him. And we sure did! I didn’t think I would have come like that, … just doing that, but it was so arousing, trying to control it, trying not to give in to the urge to just try to make you come, thinking you were wanting to as much as I was, but then we did, and so good!”

“Um-hmm, … just like that, … that’s the way I was feeling, too, a little afraid that you would … give in to the urge. But you didn’t, … we didn’t.”

His sister nodded in response, and Martha continued after a moment:

“Yes, … raunchy. We don’t have to do that again, … but I just wanted to. … Funny? … But if I did, …?”

“Maybe … we’ll want to again?”

“Something like that …”

“Hm-hmm! … What did our mothers say?”

They both snickered and turned their faces down and looked at each other, smirking. Then they sat up, feeling how wet the bed was, and smirking again as his sister asked:

“Do you think he’ll be able to tell that we’ve been here, … smell us?”

“I don’t know, at least, if he can, I hope no one else can.”

They smirked again, and then Martha said:

“I think we deserve another beer now. We haven’t just been good, we’ve been better …”

” ‘Cause we’ve been so bad, … so good and bad.”

“Yeah, as you say, real good and bad, … and that much better. Oh, it was better!”

“It sure was! Who wants to be just good, when she knows how to be better?”

By now they had gotten up, and grinned at each other as they went to the kitchen, silently washing their hands together. They dried their hands and got two beers from the refrigerator and went to the living room.

“Books or puzzle?” his sister asked.

“Puzzle. I think I’ve had enough sun,” and she snickered and added:

“And Marjorie just did it … too, so I don’t think she’ll mind if I let her cool off.”

They both snickered and sat down at the table, opening their beers and skaaling each other, and then they returned to working on the puzzle. By now, it was beginning to take shape: the edges completed with some areas filled in, and groups of joined pieces waiting for a piece or two to connect them to the edge or another group. They made good progress, bursa escort bayan and by the time they had finished their beers, the picture was well filled in.

They leaned back on their chairs, looking at each other, taking in each other’s nakedness with their eyes, smiling a little as they both snorted slightly, and then again as they saw each other’s nipples stand out.

“What should I make for supper,” Martha asked.

“Something to use the ground meat, like Mother said. Can you really make meatloaf?”

“I did for your brother, using your mother’s ‘Joy of Cooking’. We thought it was pretty good.”

“Oh, that would be nice, and we could have the rest tomorrow, and if there is still some left over, the next day.”

“I’ll try, then.”

They smiled and got up and went to the kitchen. His sister helped Martha find the things she need, and she was pleased to find the package of ground meat was the same amount that she had used the week before. She peeled an onion and told her that she could start mixing the bread crumbs and eggs with the meat, while she chopped the onion, then adding it to bowl, telling her to stop mixing, and added salt and pepper from the pepper mill.

“More,” his sister suggested:

“… I like it spicy. Oh, and Mother adds some spice.”

“Oh, yes, that was in the recipe, too. Where are they?”

“In the cupboard over the stove. Oh, shouldn’t we have been heating up the oven?”

“Oh, yes, I forgot that.”

Martha turned the oven on and then looked at the spices:

“Allspice? Or oregano? I think it was allspice. That sounds like you can use it on anything.”

“Or everything. Try it, … and the oregano, too. I like it. Maybe it will be a little different, but that will be good, too.”

“Um-hmm, me too – like oregano. I don’t think we ever use it in Norway.”

She added the spices, and his sister dug her hands back into the bowl while Martha put away the spices and took the baking dish and started to grease it.

“Is this good enough,” his sister asked, starting to scrape the sticky mass off her hands.

“Um-hmm, looks good, put it in the form, and try to avoid bubbles, and press it down. Oh, you’ve probably seen your mother do it.”

His sister nodded and followed Martha’s instructions and then glanced at her.

“Um-hmm, that looks right. Oh, in the book, it said you could cover it with bacon strips. Do we have any?”

They both looked in the refrigerator and did find a packet of bacon, pleased with their success, and as Martha opened it and put strips on the meatloaf, she remarked:

“That was nice of Mother – you know, Jews and pork – but she knows I like it for breakfast.” “She tries to think kosher, but we really aren’t. That’s a nuisance. You’ve got to have two sets of everything – if you’re strictly orthodox – to avoid using the same stuff – pots and pans and plates – for meat and fish. At least, I think it’s for meat and fish. Oh, I guess we have enough – yeah, two sets of china – But Dad’s not so keen about it, and likes ham. His family isn’t orthodox at all.”

Martha just nodded with a smile and replied:

“A really orthodox family probably wouldn’t have an au pair from Norway, a Christian.”

“I guess not. … Does you family go to church? You know we don’t go to Temple every week.

“We don’t go every week, but more often than most families in Norway, maybe ’cause my mother’s father was a pastor … a minister. Hmm! In Norway, ‘ministers’ are in the government, in the cabinet, you know, like the Secretaries in Washington: … of State, of Defence, of … Justice.”

His sister nodded as Martha continued:

“We’re going to have to wait till the oven gets hot. Oh, …hmm! … two things. … But we – Mother – always says … grace before meals, and the first evening with your brother, no … the next day, Monday, when I had made dinner for us, I suddenly had the urge to do so. It was sort of formal, sitting in the dining room, and with candles, and he held my chair – that was nice – and I just felt like it belonged, like at home.”

“And did you? Or what happened?”

“Oh, I told him, and he thought it nice that I felt that way, and … well, I translated the little children’s grace I know, and he thought it was nice that I had. I like that he had wanted me to. … That was real nice. I really liked him for that. Oh, I already liked him …Hm-mmm! … having slept together – and so good – but that was different, liking him for something else.”

They both snorted and nodded with a smile.

“I like that, that … you really like him. … And the other? You said: ‘two things’?”

Martha snorted and chuckled with a grin and replied:

“That was more about the other way of liking him. We were waiting for the meatloaf to bake, in my bed,” and she snickered:

“… and … well, … I was going to do it to him, … and maybe him to me, but I had started, and wanted it to take a long time and wasn’t hurrying, and then we just sort of fell asleep.”

“Like that?! … You must escort bursa have done it whole lot, if that could happen!”

“Um-hmm, I guess so, but we decided that it was nice that we … that neither of us felt like we had to, that it was just nice to be together, that we could be like that and not have to. Of course, we did later.”

“Hmmm! I can imagine! But … yeah, … I guess that sort of … demonstrated that you like each other not just for …”

“Um-hmm, … ‘not just for … ‘.”

“Yeah. … No, … you should really like him, … but … that can help make you like him, … if he is that good to you.”

” ‘Making love’?” Martha suggested.

“Yeah, we talked about that. You, too? The expression says it.”

“Um-hmm, … pretty well. And you’re right, I guess for you too, … maybe not good, but not bad, if you think like that.”

“Hmm, thanks, I think so. I told him I that it was especially nice that my first time wasn’t with someone who just disappeared from my life.”

Martha nodded and suggested:

“Or you might want to forget, regretting that it happened like it might have.”

“Hadn’t thought of that, but you’re right, if were like that. It wasn’t!”

She smiled, and Martha smiled with a nod, then asking:

“When will the oven be hot?”

“Oh, I think a light goes on, … or goes off? Yeah, when it’s reached the temperature, the light goes off when the thermostat turns it off. Set the timer for ten minutes, and we can check Here, I’ll do it.”

She did, and they returned to the puzzle.

When it rang, they went back to the kitchen, and the light was off, and Martha put the meatloaf in the over and reset the timer, and then suggested that they should prepare the rest of the meal, finding potatoes and a cucumber, and they agreed that they didn’t need a green vegetable if Martha made a cucumber salad. When his sister wanted to peel the potatoes, Martha suggested that they could eat them with the peels, since they were smooth young potatoes, that she just needed to clean them under the tap with the brush. She did so, while Martha sliced the cucumber in a bowl and added a little oil and vinegar and sugar and salt and pepper, and then found dill among the herbs and added that and stirred up the salad, tasting it, and then adding more salt as his sister asked how long the potatoes needed, that she had put in a pan with water.

“I don’t know. Add salt to the water. Let’s wait and started them later.”

They went back to the puzzle for a while, and then Martha said that she would put the potatoes on, and went and did so. When she returned, they continued to work on the puzzle and almost finished it when the timer rang.

His sister set the table while Martha drained the potatoes and got the meatloaf and brought them to the table, and they both went back to the kitchen.

“Beer?” she asked Martha, and when she nodded, got two cans from the refrigerator as Martha took the salad to the table, calling back:

“And glasses,” so she got two and joined Martha.

“Looks good, … and smells good,” she remarked as they sat down and opened and poured their beers.

“Um-hmm,” Martha agreed with a pleased smile and started to cut into the meatloaf while she helped herself to potatoes and salad. Martha served her a slice of the meatloaf and then served herself. They said skaal to each other and ate, both agreeing that the meatloaf had turned out well, and his sister liked Martha’s cucumber salad, saying it was different from anything her mother made, and liked the potatoes in their skin, remarking that at home they were always peeled. They had a second helping and talked about what they wanted to do the next day, deciding that they should go to the beach – “tomorrow” – smirking a little at each other. His sister then smirked again and asked:

“And if we meet some boys? What will we do then?”

“You think we will? I don’t know. … Hmm?! … That depends on them.”

“Oh, just the two of us together, some will talk to us. … But maybe someone I know.”

“Anyone … special?”

“Oh, no, just someone who recognizes me, … from school or the City.”

“We’ll just have to wait and see,” Martha replied and took another bite.

“Um-hmm,” she agreed, and did so, herself, and then they were soon finished.

They cleaned up the kitchen and went back to the puzzle with what was left of their beers and soon completed it – and finished their beers.

The sun was starting to set, and they decided to go out on the deck, having to go back and get their shirts in the bathroom. As they put them on, Martha suggested that they could go down on the beach. She agreed, and Martha said:

“Then we’d better put something on underneath.” She nodded in agreement, and they went to their rooms, returning immediately with their bikini bottoms. Then they went out on the deck and down onto the beach, where there were still quite a few people strolling along at the water’s edge.

They joined them, walking towards the setting sun. Once, Martha waded out in the water and then returned, remarking that she had thought the water would be warmer and telling that in Norway, even though it is so far north, the water seemed less cold, from the Gulf Stream, she explained, and then they just walked along in silence.

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Dear Jenny:

You asked for my story of way back then: how did I survive, how did I find strength and acceptance? How did I find love? Yes, I’ll tell you, Jenny. You’ve a right to know, and from what you’ve written to me about your life now, you need to know. I’m including the intimate, naughty bits, because they’re part of the story, part of who Annie and I were together back then, and you need to know about that too. I don’t remember our exact words, in all cases: I’m dramatising and inventing a little dialogue here and there, because that’s how you tell a story. But it is quite a story, if I may say so myself.

In London, 1953, a horse-faced young woman was about to be crowned Queen of an Empire. I was not much younger than her, twenty-two at the time. But my rites of passage were none so genteel. Not for me nor my Annie.

I was a locksmith, which was a pretty unusual occupation for a girl. Combined with my name, Jo (christened Josephine), my short, sandy hair, combed down like a boy’s, my preference for trousers — well, I came in for no small amount of abuse and misunderstanding from the society roundabout me. I knew I was different, from childhood on. At about age seven, I recall, my friends were chattering about whose brother they wanted to marry when they grew up, and they laughed at me when I said I wanted to marry my friend Beth. As I grew older, cut my hair, and started wearing trousers outside of school, the responses grew uglier. Schoolyard taunts, confrontations with gangs of young lads who were threatened by a non-girl girl like me, fights, almost being raped once, well, I toughened up pretty quickly. You know I’m not much above five foot, but I had some muscle on me then, and I learned how to throw an effective punch or kick when I had to. And I learned that when you let a bully have his way, he’ll soon be back to push you down further. You mustn’t let that happen, if you can help it.

I’ve just made my East-End neighbourhood sound rough, and it was at times, but we all knew each other, and I think I eventually won a certain amount of acceptance, even friendship at times, from them. There was a war on, our houses were being blown to bits by the Junkers, we were sleeping in the Underground, and people generally had more to worry about than the queer girl down the street.

I’d never have made it, though, without my dad. He had an inner strength about him that I loved: he knew exactly who he was, no better nor worse than the next man, and if anybody didn’t like how he was, that was their problem. He taught me to see myself the same way. He stuck up for me with the neighbours when I wasn’t strong enough on my own. And seeing as how I wasn’t likely to become a housewife nor a fashion model when I grew up, he taught me his trade, locksmithing. I thank God for the club foot that kept him out of the army. My mum I barely remember, except from a couple of holiday snaps, and my dad’s stories. She died of pneumonia when I was five. She looked like a softer, girlier version of me. My dad loved her, I know. He never found another woman to take her place, though many’s the widow in our neighbourhood that wanted to fill the other half of his bed.

When customers came into our shop, or my dad brought me along on jobs, eyebrows were often raised at the girl apprentice in trousers. But as I said, there was a war on, men were in short supply, and if they wanted their doors fixed, they let us get on about our work. After the war, with half of London in rubble, there was a massive rebuilding boom, and consequently no shortage of jobs for my dad and me. Soon we had enough saved to buy out the business of a retired locksmith in the City, which I took over as my own shop. It was a different class of customer there — barristers’ and bankers’ offices mostly, with gleaming brass fittings and old oak panelling all over the place. Sir Toff, QC, and Lord Torybugger, and their secretaries, looking down their noses at me as though I were an unpleasant smell, all the while begging me to please give their job top priority. I had my own assistant, my cousin Jimmy, and if customers gave me any trouble about my unconventional appearance, he could scowl at them like a surly proletarian and they’d generally back off.

At first, I commuted to the new shop from our East-End home. But I was of age, ready to try living on my own; and I think my dad was maybe ready to give some of the neighbourhood widows an audition or two, with me out of the way. So I moved into the empty flat above our shop in the City, and furnished it according to my simple needs. I had, in sum, by age twenty-two, carved out an independent life for myself as an openly butch lesbian (we were called toms back then), in a totally straight, male-dominated world. Not bad, eh, Jenny?

The irony was that I had absolutely no experience of lesbian love. Now, I just said that it was a totally straight world, but that’s only in a manner of speaking. Many times, I had caught the eyes of women bursa escort — neighbourhood mums, housekeepers, shop girls, aristocratic matrons, tradesmen’s wives, young secretaries: hot, frank appraisals of me that made me blush to my toes and go wet in my cunt; brushing their breasts against me or subtly running their hand over my bum as they got off the bus; turning to wink at me. Many times, I returned their gaze, with dumb hunger. Once, a posh secretary in a solicitor’s office slipped her hand into mine as I was working, squeezed it, and whispered in my ear, “I bet you do naughty things with these hands.” But when the solicitor suddenly returned, she sprang away from me and resumed her supercilious manner. I hated that woman just then, though I understood her predicament. I was butch enough to attract her lust, but by the same token, too butch to be safely seen with. And so it was, I suppose, for all those closeted women with whom I exchanged hungry gazes. Perhaps they went home and touched themselves, thinking of me — I know I went home and frigged myself raw, thinking of them. If there were any lesbian meeting places in London back then, nobody told me about them.

So, the only person who could really initiate me into this depraved, unnatural, forbidden love was a pure innocent: my sweet Annie.

So here’s where the story gets underway. With Coronation festivities about to begin, Buckingham Palace and such places were swarming with princes, dukes, rajas, and suchlike from hither and yon. But there was no room at the inn for a certain Prince, formerly the Nazi puppet ruler of a small eastern European country, chased out by the Russians, now living in Spain (I learned all this later from Annie). Because of his Nazi ties, he couldn’t be accommodated too publicly; nevertheless, he was a duly pedigreed relation of the Prince Consort, so Lord Haggis (or some such name), owner of a grand old residence in the City, stepped forward and saw to it that this Son of Royalty would have somewhere to lay his head. Moreover, because this ex-Prince had overseen some rather nasty torture and mass execution campaigns during his Nazi heyday, he was in need of protection from his countrymen. He was in need of very secure doors — not just the exterior doors, but the door to his bedroom, the door to his wife’s bedroom, the door to his mistress’s bedroom, and so on. Hence, my services were called for.

I was busy installing a triple deadbolt lock with a steel doorframe in what was to be one of the bedrooms (wife’s or mistress’s, I’m not sure), when I heard a polite cough behind me.

“Sorry to interrupt you at your work sir, but Mrs Crimmons was wanting to know if you’re likely to be finished by this afternoon, sir.”

I looked up. She was a fat, pink-faced girl of eighteen or nineteen, about my height, in the black-and-white uniform of a parlour-maid.

“Cor,” she started, “you’re not a man! You’re a girl!” She blushed even pinker.

“Last I checked, that’s right.”

“But … then why are you dressed like a lad?” There was no taunt behind it: it was an innocent question.

“I’m more comfortable like this,” I shrugged.

Her response caught me off guard. “Well, I think you look right pretty that way, Miss. Or handsome, p’raps I should say,” she smiled coyly. “My name’s Annie Blake. What’s yours?” “Jo. Jo Irons. Er, tell Mrs Crimmons I’ve got three more of these doors to do, and I shan’t be finished before five.”

Annie hurried away, but returned a half-hour later with a tray of covered dishes. “I thought you might be hungry for a bite of lunch, Jo.”

“Well, thank you Annie, but I brought my own lunch pail. I never get fed on jobs like this.”

“Are you sure you won’t try some? There’s a slice of ham-and-veal pie, new potatoes, and fresh asparagus. I just swiped ’em off his lordship’s table for you.”

“I don’t want to get you in trouble, Annie.” She shrugged, as if this was not a concern. And since she had bothered, and since the pie looked delicious, I sat down and devoured it. All the while, Annie hovered by me, peppering me with questions about myself, where I’d grown up, what it was like to be a girl in a trade, how I lived by myself. I had initially supposed she was a bit slow-witted, but as the conversation continued, I saw that she had a sharp appraisal of the goings-on in this household, and in the broader world. She was just an innocent with regard to women like me. And she had a smile that just seemed to radiate from the core of her being, warming me in her glow. After a bit, I noticed, underneath the starched ugliness of her maid’s uniform, a plump, well-developed young figure that began to stir my fancy. Well, I told myself, who says I can’t fancy a fat girl? And this girl looked quite cuddly, quite appealing, really. Her hair was a beautiful auburn, tucked up primly, alas, beneath a drab maid’s cap.

I was sorry me when she told me she had to get back to work. But her innocent directness escort bursa once again bowled me over: “I’ve never met anyone like you before, Jo. I like you, a lot. Would you step out with me sometime? Thursday’s my afternoon off.”

“Annie, I like you very much too, and I’d love to step out with you. But you should know,” I winced, “if people see you with me, there’ll be talk.”

“What kind of talk?”

“Well, it’s kind of obvious to people from the way I look … I’m what you call a tom, Annie, a sexual invert: I’m attracted to women rather than men. If people see you with me, they’ll think … you fancy me.”

“They’ll be right then, won’t they,” she smiled, and sashayed out of the room, which just a bit more sway to her big hips than was necessary.

I let Jimmy handle my jobs for Thursday afternoon, and closed up the shop. I washed extra-carefully, dressed in a freshly laundered shirt, with my tweed trousers and jacket, and set off to Annie’s. At last, after twenty-two years, I was stepping out with a girl, a real flesh-and-blood girl who wanted to be with me and didn’t care if we were seen together. A girl who might even let me kiss her, if I could arrange the circumstances right.

But when I arrived at the tradesman’s entrance to the house and asked for her, the housekeeper came out instead, eyed me up as though I were a contagious disease, and told me Annie was not at liberty to see any visitors.

“But, ain’t this her free afternoon, Mrs Crimmons?”

“That is no Concern of yours. She’s in quite serious Trouble as it is, without … Characters like you entering the picture.”

Annie in trouble?! Was it about that lunch she’d given me? I had to get in there and see what was going on. But I wasn’t going to get past this pompous bulldog of a housekeeper by begging; I needed to switch tactics fast.

“Well, you see, ma’am,” I said, putting on the manner of an impatient tradesman, “I come back to check on the locks, for them new doors I put in for the Prince’s rooms, this Tuesday last. There’s a further adjustment that’s needed, and … Annie told me I might come back today and take care of it.”

She eyed me suspiciously. “Ruby,” she called to a passing kitchen maid, “do you Recognise this … person.”

“Yes, Mrs Crimmons, that’s the locksmith gal what was here the other day. Annie pointed her out to me.”

“Hmm.”

“I know my way, ma’am, no need to trouble yourself,” I muttered as I darted past her.

When I reached the main floor, I was frightened to see coppers in the sitting room (this couldn’t be about the ham-and-veal pie then, could it?), but I continued up the stairs as though I belonged there, till I could hear my Annie’s voice, arguing sharply with several men.

“It’ll go much harder for you, my gel, if you don’t tell us where they are straightaway. We’re not playing games here.”

“I told you: I never even seen ’em! I didn’t even know he had any bleeding emeralds.” I sidled up to the doorway. There were several constables standing about, whilst a ferret-faced detective questioned her. A tall, richly dressed gentleman with a pencil moustache hovered in the background.

“It’s no good, ducky. His Excellency,” he nodded to the Prince, “says you did see them. Now, am I to believe the Prince, or am I to take the word of a parlour-maid, daughter of a convicted forger?”

Her face went stony. “You can believe as you please. You can send me to prison if you choose. I’ll be in better company there than I am at present.”

I noticed that the Prince’s eyes kept travelling, furtively, to a small, elaborately carved writing desk in the corner. It was my only hope. “Were those emeralds insured, Inspector?” I asked brightly, stepping into the room. “I assume you searched that escritoire? The, er, the writing desk?” Annie started when she saw me, but kept mum.

“And who the bloody hell are you? *What* the hell are you? — begging your Excellency’s pardon.”

“I’m just the locksmith, Inspector. Security expert, you might call me, sir.”

“Security expert,” he sneered. “She looks more like an ‘unnatural practices’ charge to me.” The constables chuckled at his wit. “Of course we searched the — now see here, you –“

“If I might just have a closer look …” I pushed past him and began examining the desk. Now, being a locksmith, I know a hinge when I see one, thank God, even when it’s carved to look like part of an oak-leaf design. “Did you find this hidden compartment, Inspector?” I knocked on it, and it gave a distinctly hollow ring. Or maybe it was just my heart pounding.

“Hidden compartment?”

The Prince stepped forward. “There eez no heeden compartment. Why do you not take her away? Take both away,” he gestured dismissively at Annie and me.

“Inspector, if you’ll look closely here, you can see the hinge, and this must be the lock. It’s very well-joined, but you can just make out the edges of the panel here, following the bursa escort bayan swirl of this vine.”

“TAKE BOTH AWAY!” the Prince bellowed. Oh yes, I’d dealt with bullies like him before. He was just at that panicky point of realising his intimidation game wasn’t working anymore, that the victims were calling his bluff.

“Just a moment,” the inspector turned to the prince, “your Excellency.” This time, the title had a sarcastic twist. “Constable Reed, would you please pry this panel open with your penknife?”

“No! I forbeed. Eet eez a very costly escritoire, Louis Quinze. Wait.” He crumbled, “Very well, I weel open.” The Prince fished a tiny key from his pocket, inserted it in the eye of a carved bird, and the little door swung open. “Ah. The emeralds are here, after all. All eez well. You may go,” he gestured towards all of us, as though we were crumbs on his tablecloth.

Annie stood up, quaking. “You bastard. You fucking BASTARD! You were going to claim the insurance money, and pin it on me. You didn’t give a fuck if you put an innocent girl in prison for twenty years, did you?”

“Now, my gel,” the detective stepped in, “mind your tongue. The Prince has admitted his mistake, and it’s best we let the matter drop,” he turned again to the prince, “suspicious though the circumstances may be. Come along now.”

Annie was still trembling; I took her by the arm and helped her out the door. On our way back down to the servants’ hall, Mrs Crimmons swept up and briskly informed Annie that she was dismissed. “Your Language, Annie, was inexcusable under any Circumstance, let alone when shouted for all the House to hear, let alone when addressed to His Lordship’s Esteemed Guest, the Prince. I will not have a gel in my House who is acquainted with such Language.” She glared at me, “Not to mention the Moral Turpitude of the … persons you associate with.”

Annie and I looked at each other, our faces bright red, both of us about to explode in rage at our “betters.” But instead we both burst out laughing, holding each other tightly, cackling and hooting till our ribs ached and tears streamed down our faces. “Moral turpitude!” Annie howled, as Mrs Crimmons flounced off.

“Come on Annie, let’s pack up your things. You’re coming home with me.”

It took Annie but a few minutes to say her quick goodbyes to a couple of friends, pack her few belongings into a small trunk, and change into civilian clothes. Her frock was plain, and a bit too tight, but compared to that parlour-maid uniform, it looked divine on her — so soft and inviting, with her thick, wavy auburn hair down to her shoulders.

We took a cab back to my flat. She held my hands tightly during the short ride. Annie gushed a lot, about how brave I was to stand up to that Prince, and clever to find the emeralds. I just shrugged and told her I can’t abide bullies; and it was a lucky guess as to the compartment in the desk. Besides, she had been pretty brave herself.

Once we were arrived at my flat, I sat her down on the settee and put the kettle on. “Annie, you’ve had a nasty shock today, and we both need a nice cup of strong tea, before we … er … talk about anything serious.”

But when we’d both taken a few sips of our tea, Annie looked me levelly in the eye, and said, “Jo, I want you to hold me, please.” How could I say no to that? I moved in beside her on the settee, taking her in my arms, feeling the soft warmth of her big breasts against my own. She nestled her head against my neck, and began kissing me there. My heart was pounding, electrifying sensations were racing through my body, delighting and terrifying me.

“Annie, you know you can stop here as long as you want, without us … doing anything, don’t you? That’s not why I brought you back here.”

`She pulled away from me. “Oh.” She paused. “You fancy women … you just don’t fancy me, is that it?” She looked down. “Is it because I’m so fat?”

“No, Annie, you’re not understanding me. I do fancy you, ever so much: I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since I met you. I just didn’t want you to feel forced into anything with me.”

Her posture softened. “You really are too sweet and gentle to believe, Jo,” she laughed. “I’ve never met any girl like you before; but I know I want to be with you.”

“Annie, I’ve never … made love … to a woman before. I’m not sure I know what to do.”

“I’ve never either. For starters, let’s take your jacket off and you just hold me some more.” We sat together like that, without talking, just snuggling together, for several lovely minutes. “I can feel your heart,” she smiled. “Can you feel mine?” Coyly, she took my hand and guided it up to her left breast. When I began touching her breast, cupping and fondling it, that opened up our lust throttle several ticks, and soon I was kissing her on the lips, and her soft mouth opened to me, full-out snogging, as she ran her fingers through my short hair. (So this is kissing, I thought; so this is being in love: no wonder people write songs about it.) Then I felt her hand boldly travelling up the inside of my trouser-covered thigh.

“I think,” she panted, “we’re meant to take our clothes off at this point.”

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Like every other night in Los Angeles, the temperature was comfortable at a summertime low of ninety degrees. I was spending the night alone again; a queen sized bed seems rather empty when yourself and an oversized pillow are the only occupants. Jake, my rottweiler, had taken to sleeping by the back door lately, where the cool draft lulled him to sleep.

I fidgeted, sweaty and uncomfortable. I couldn’t seem to get any rest the past few days, quite possibly because of the warmth. I crawled out of my shirt and panties and dropped them off the edge of the bed. I lay nude, still overwhelmed by the excessive California heat.

A flamenco lovesong was suddenly audible; it must have been the neighbors upstairs again; the three silly-looking elderly Mexican men. The volume grew, and I considered asking them to turn it down, but laziness overcame me. Besides, the music seemed to fill the emptiness that I’d been feeling for so many nights…

I was hardly even aware of my sight growing dim and my eyelids growing heavy, or that the unbareable west coast heat had become almost soothing. I had relaxed and was on the verge of slumber when I heard rhythmic footsteps within the room. I opened my eyes and looked around, frightened.

Figures of smoke took human shapes, one of a woman dancing in time with the rich, melodic energies that a young man plucked out on a classical guitar strung with steel. My companions gradually solidified until they nearly appeared opaque.

The girl was young, she seemed barely an adult, but her curves were far too pronounced for her to be a child. Her flesh was delicate and tan; a wilted red flower accented the hair that was ebony strands of silk flowing with her steps. A floral dress clung to bursa escort her hips and breasts, and its layers of fabric danced around her ankles elegantly.

The girl seemed to have grown weary of my attention, and directed my gaze towards her instrumentalist. He was a bit darker than she, and his hair was accented with a few grey strands. He smiled as he played – a warm, soft smile that seemed to draw me in…

My concentration returned to the dancer, who had discreetly found her way onto the bed. She crept along my body until she was balanced on her hands and knees, eye level with me. “Me llamo Anjelica,” she said, in a voice that must have thrown the Sirens into a stupor. Only now did I notice she was no longer clothed. She seated herself on my stomach and whispered to me words that I didn’t know, but understood.

She smiled and placed her hands on my breasts. I should have been startled, but her beauty overcame and overwhelmed me. Clutching them for balance, she leaned forward and kissed me. I was still for a moment, allowing her tongue to explore. Once I’d overcome my initial intimidation, I returned the oral intimacy and found myself falling into her very existence…

I could feel myself growing wet and I whimpered a bit, still locked in a passionate embrace. I put my hands on her waist and held her close. Gently, I slid my fingers along her satin flesh, down to the small of her back and then up again, holding her behind her neck.

We pulled away from the kiss and I became fixated on her eyes, which were a brown darker and richer and more soulful than anything else that had ever bothered to exist. Her breasts were suspended above mine; large, delicate and round. Nipples of velvet brown protruded escort bursa sharply and drew my desire.

Anjelica set an example for me, by kneading my chest. I shivered with the unbareable waves of passion that ran through my veins. My hands found themselves sliding down from her neck, around her torso and to her breasts. They were even softer than they’d looked. She gripped me as I massaged her, and we kissed again.

She backed away from the kiss and let go. She kneeled above me and looked down. My mind raced to my highschool spanish class. “Mas,” I whimpered. She turned around, almost as if to leave. I panicked. “No. Please, no. Por favor? No…”

She crawled backwards and placed her dripping pussy above my mouth. I was relieved and overjoyed and only knew how to express this by indulgence.

I closed my eyes and nuzzled her soft pubic hair. She was warm and delicious, sweeter than any girl I’d known. I licked her lips and briefly slipped my tongue in between. She was having trouble balancing, and repositioned herself so that her hands were once again on my breasts. She focused on my hardened pink nipples this time, gently at first, just caressing them and occasionally pinching, but as I licked her, she grew more aggressive; twisting, pulling, squeezing.

She couldn’t take the teasing any longer and pressed her vagina into my face, enveloping me in her musk and flavour. I slid my tongue along her and to her clitoris. It felt so tender, and I couldn’t resist surrounding it with my lips and sucking gently. She began to buck against my face, and I began to shudder with emptiness underneath her.

I lifted my hips and she tried to reach to finger me with one hand but couldn’t quite make it without bursa escort bayan slipping away from my tongue, something she was very reluctant to do. Instead, she focused more attention on my breasts, hoping to satisfy me. She was able to come close, but never succeeded, and I whimpered. Within a few moments, she was unable to contain herself and couldn’t concentrate on massaging me, instead clutching my tits and holding on, trying desperately to maintain balance.

She moaned in harmony with the fading guitar, and I realized that she had begun to fade as well. I was on the verge of tears and I sucked harder. I slid one hand along her stomach and up to her breast and I gripped her nipple and rubbed. With my other, I thrust two fingers inside of her, sliding them in an out. She nearly screamed as she came, and I licked as much from her as I could; I was completely absorbed in her delectable juices…

I gently guided her off of my face with my fingers. She wanted to keep them inside, so she followed. She had a bit of trouble turning around and keeping them pressed within her, but she managed, and she leaned over me, for a kiss that I rejected. Instead, I led her a bit closer, studying her growing transparency, and placed my free hand on her back, pulling her down. With my tongue, I caressed one of the nipples that stood before me. She gave a breathy moan. Anxious to occupy my mouth, I took it in and sucked aggressively.

I felt her slipping away, her existence fading…

I blinked, and she was gone. Her accompanist was gone as well. I realized my thumb was in my mouth and I was curled into a ball. There was no music, there was no girl. My clothes were on again, and the heat had returned to being savage.

I rolled over and sucked the thumb of my other hand… but something smelled familiar. It was the musk of Anjelica, spread across my middle and index fingers. I licked them and I knew her taste again…

And then I cried myself to sleep…

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