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Good Neighbor Ch. 02

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PART THREE: HUSBAND AND WIFE

As it turned out, things were just beginning to get interesting. One day about a week later I noticed that the house was getting hot and

uncomfortable. Something was wrong with the central air-conditioning unit. Not only was there no cooling, the blowers didn’t seem to be working well, so there was very little air circulation.

Fortunately, my house had ceiling fans installed in the largest rooms, and I’d put in screen doors. So I turned every fan on high speed, threw open the doors, and tried to get a breeze going. Soon the ground floor was bearable, though hardly cool. The upstairs, though, was impossibly hot—no way would I be able to sleep up there tonight.

It really wasn’t too bad, though. As night fell, I stripped down to my underwear (after carefully closing the blinds), made up the couch with sheets and pillows, turned off every light I could to make the house seem cooler, and settled down in the recliner with my laptop, a pitcher of ice water and a glass by my side. The soft whir of the ceiling fans mingled with, and didn’t quite obscure the sounds of the night outside–the soft chirruping of crickets, the occasional distant bark of some neighbor dog, the whoosh of a car passing down the street. I felt absurdly like a pioneer, roughing it in my temporarily un-air-conditioned home.

Around eleven o’clock I began to yawn, and found it hard to keep my eyes open. I made a mental note to call the central air maintenance guys in the morning and got ready to hit the sack. My stuff was all in the bathroom nearest the master bedroom, so I headed up the stairs, wincing a bit at how hot it still was on the second floor.

After washing up and cleaning my teeth I decided to fetch tomorrow’s clothes from my closet, so I headed into the master bedroom. I could see a dim light coming in through the side window. One of the upstairs lights in Marsh’s house was on.

I don’t know what exactly prompted me to move across the stifling, darkened bedroom, without turning on the light, to look out my window. I told myself afterward that it was just simple curiosity about what room in their house might be across from mine. But really I was hoping to see Marsh again–after all, isn’t that what I’d been doing for weeks, trying to catch glimpses of him?

I got to the window and looked out through the partly open slats of the venetian blind covering it. Directly across from me was a open second-story window, the white curtains framing it drawn aside. The room I was looking into was clearly a bedroom. In the dim light I could see the bed placed against the opposite wall directly facing the window. Marsh was stretched out on top of the comforter, dressed only in a pair of boxer shorts, reading a magazine.

At the first sight of him I quickly drew back. After a moment’s thought I realized this was an unbelievable stroke of luck. Since my bedroom was completely dark and theirs was lit, there was little chance I would be noticed, unless Marsh or his wife came to the window and looked straight out. I felt a thrill of excitement run through me that all voyeurs must feel. There was guilt, too–but not nearly enough to stop me from going back to the window, slowly raising the blind, then carefully, noiselessly lifting the sash.

After a moment, Marsh laid the magazine aside, yawned and stretched. His body was as beautiful as I thought it would be. The defined ridges of his pecs and abs were visible even from this distance. They rivaled those of any exercise magazine cover model. I became aware that my stiffening dick was pressing painfully against the front of my briefs, and pulled them down to free it from its confines. Not taking my eyes off the window for one instant, I began to stroke myself slowly.

I saw Marsh turn his head, smile and speak to someone else in the room. Audrey must be coming to bed. I felt an irrational jealousy that she had the privilege of being close to this man, sharing his room and his bed, while I was confined to spying on them in the dark. I watched raptly as she came into view, wearing a black shorty nightgown, sheer enough so that I could see matching black panties underneath–on her slim, but surprisingly full-breasted figure the skimpy garments looked good. Marsh smiled as she got on the bed and gathered her into his arms. I heard the murmur of their voices, too far away for any words to emerge, as they cuddled affectionately. Seeing them together reminded me acutely of my own current state of aloneness–I felt sad, jealous, and intensely horny, all at the same time. My hand moved faster on my cock, by now slippery with the juices of my arousal.

The happy couple in the other house began to kiss, at first gently, then with increasing urgency. My heart raced as I realized that Marsh and Audrey were starting to make love before my eyes. His hands cupped her breasts through the nightgown. She reached down and fumbled with his boxer shorts, drawing them downward. Frustratingly, Antep Escort Bayan he rolled on top of her at that moment and all I could see was his shapely butt, above the boxers now halfway down his legs. Her slim arms grasped his back, white against his tanned musculature.

Then, to my delight, Marsh turned over and stripped his shorts completely off. Even across the distance between our houses I could see the heavy length of his cock pointing stiffly upward on his lower belly, above his balls. He rose to his feet and stood sideways in front of the bed, his organ now jutting outward, silhouetted in the dim light of the bedroom. Audrey got down off the bed and knelt in front of him. I saw her head move toward his crotch, and a moment later Marsh’s cock disappeared into her mouth.

A strangled groan escaped from my throat. I would have killed to be in Audrey’s place at that moment–giving head to a man the likes of whom I’d rarely seen, and never possessed. I saw him caress her head gently with one big hand, and imagined him doing the same to me. I was dangerously close to shooting my load, and forced my hand to slow its frantic pace.

Audrey didn’t suck Marsh for very long. As she released his cock, Marsh unfastened something at her throat and the garment fell away from her, exposing her breasts. He sat his wife on the edge of the bed and drew down the panties she was still wearing, going to his knees as he did so. I caught a glimpse of the neat triangle of Audrey’s pubic mound just before Marsh’s head closed in on it. He was returning the favor his wife had done him. Audrey’s head snapped back, her blond hair spilling over her shoulders. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened, and though I couldn’t hear it I knew she was moaning with pleasure. One of Marsh’s hands reached up and caressed her breast again.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. Watching the man I desired performing the act of love, even with a woman, was an experience beyond compare. I wanted to savor every moment of it–I had taken my hand completely off my own cock, which stayed rock hard even so. I wanted to ride vicariously with Audrey and Marsh to the climax of their lovemaking.

They were now on the bed again, Audrey on her back with her legs spread. Marsh positioned himself over her, his back to the window, and lowered his body onto hers. Her arms went around him, her mouth opened in another gasp and I knew that his cock had penetrated her. Marsh’s butt began to contract rhythmically as he began to thrust, at first slowly, then with increasing speed and strength until I could see the bed shaking with the force of his fucking. Faint cries from both of them reached my ear. I began to stroke myself again, this time not trying to hold back. Soft grunts began to emerge from my own throat.

Just then, Audrey’s head, visible over one broad male shoulder, rolled from side to side, and I heard a single clear, almost musical cry of ecstasy. She clapped one hand abruptly over her mouth, her eyes bulging comically. It wouldn’t do to wake Jonah now! Marsh’s thrusts increased to a frantic pace, and I heard his voice shout wordlessly. I saw a warning finger come up to Audrey’s lips. They had obviously reached the ideal completion–a mind-blowing orgasm for her, timed to perfection with the planting of his seed inside her.

They didn’t know it, but it had been a triple play–a few seconds after Marsh came, my eyes closed involuntarily as an explosion rocked my own body. I groaned loud enough that I was afraid they would hear. I felt the hot jets spurting out of my cock and dimly wondered where they were going. Rocking onto my knees, I grasped the window sill with my free hand to keep from falling over, my head down, my breath coming in harsh gasps.

After I had regained some semblance of equilibrium I opened my eyes. Fortunately I hadn’t made enough noise to be heard across the way. Marsh and Audrey were now lying next to each other, still naked, their bodies still loosely entwined. After a while Marsh got up and moved toward the window, and I quickly retreated into the shadows. When I felt it was safe to look out again, a small fan was whirring in the window and the lights were off.

My legs and feet were tingling from crouching so long, my hand was sticky with cum, and there was a mess on the bedroom floor, and probably on the wall underneath the window as well. I rose stiffly, pulling up my briefs, and went to the bathroom to get a towel to clean up. I wiped everything up as best I could in the dim light from the hallway, still thinking it prudent not to turn on the light in the bedroom. When I was done I padded downstairs, locked up, stretched out on the couch, and at last, fell into an deep, dreamless sleep.

CHAPTER FOUR: FATHER AND SON

I awoke the next morning and didn’t know where I was. There was an unfamiliar light all around me, and an odd whirring noise. After a moment I realized I was lying on my living room couch. I had left the ceiling fans on to keep some air moving, but with the doors and windows closed the house nevertheless was stuffy.

Thoughts of last night came into my mind. The window through which I had witnessed Marsh making passionate love to his wife was the same one behind which Stan had stood one rainy morning before the house was finished, staring into my eyes as he jacked himself off. Boldly he had let me know that he was on to me–he had seen me eyeing his body while he labored on the construction crew. Then, the next day, he had knocked on my door and made what had been fantasy hot and sweet reality.

The odds that this present story would have a similar end were zero. Obviously Marsh and Audrey had a healthy relationship, to say the least. The house next door had provided me with one companion—it was too much to think it would give me two. With that depressing thought, I hauled myself off the couch to get ready for the day.

One afternoon later that week I walked into my favorite local coffee house. Inside there was a woman, with a little boy next to her, speaking to the cashier. She turned her head–I saw that it was Audrey and Jonah. As I approached she caught sight of me and her face brightened in recognition. “Hello,” she called. “We’re on our way home from preschool.” She looked down at her son. “Jonah, remember Mr. Rob? Say hello.”

“Hi,” Jonah said. He gave me a shy smile, and I felt unaccountably pleased.

We chatted idly for a few moments while we waited for our lattes to come up.

“You’re doing a good job with him,” I observed.

“Thanks,” Audrey replied, patting her son on the head. “Though it hasn’t been hard. Jonah’s never been any trouble–well, except when he came into the world.”

I was silent, not wanting to say that Marsh had already revealed that personal detail. Come to think of it, I knew quite a few personal details about Mr. and Mrs. Atkins. Though there was no way she could know what I had seen a few days before, I felt my face reddening.

“We still haven’t had you over for dinner,” she continued, not noticing my discomfort. “I’m afraid it may be a while. I’m going out of town tomorrow and I’m not exactly sure when I’ll be back.”

“Hope it’s nothing serious.”

“Actually, it is. My father’s been ill a long time, and he’s getting worse. He may not live much longer.”

“I’m very sorry.”

She nodded as she picked up her coffee. Unlike Marsh, Audrey seemed able to keep her private pain hidden. “Thanks. Anyway, if he does–pass away, I’ll have to stay and help take care of things. I’m going to have to leave Jonah with his dad. A hospital’s no place for a small child, and I don’t want him to miss that much school.”

“I’m sure your husband will take good care of him,” I said absently.

Audrey started talking about the arrangements that had been made for her son, how another mother from his school was going to look after him until Marsh got home from work, but I barely heard her. My mind insisted that my handsome neighbor was out of reach–but from the way my heart was beating, it obviously thought otherwise.

“Well, Rob, I may ask you to check up on that workaholic,” she laughed as she turned to go. “Come on, sport. Let’s go home and eat your cookie.”

As I was hand-watering some of the flowers in the back yard early that evening I heard my name called. I looked toward the fence and saw Marsh striding toward me.

“Hey, buddy. Audrey says she saw you today. You know she’s going away for a while?”

I nodded. “That’s tough luck. Anything I can do to help?”

“Truth is,” Marsh said, scratching his head in embarrassment, “I’m a little nervous about being alone with Jonah that long. I mean, I can dress him, feed him, get him off to preschool and put him to bed, but that leaves a lot of hours in the day. Audrey’s already grumbling about his eyes getting weak from too much TV.”

Marsh, the perfect father, was asking his single, childless, gay neighbor for advice about parenting. I stifled a laugh and tried to reassure him.

“You’ll be fine.”

“Jonah does like the water,” Marsh continued, thinking out loud. “Maybe I’ll take him to Deep Eddy this weekend. Not exactly my idea of fun, sitting in the middle of all those screaming kids, but the little guy’d have a blast.”

Deep Eddy was a park that had both a outdoor lap pool for adult swimmers, and a shallow wading pool for the kids. Marsh had told me during our kitchen conversation that one of the ways he worked out was by swimming laps. I knew he’d much rather be stroking his way up and down one of the lanes in the lap pool. The words came out of my mouth with hardly a thought.

“I could go too. You could do laps while I keep an eye on Jonah.”

Marsh’s eyes widened in surprise. “You’d really do that?”

“Sure I would.” Some devil in me had seen that the Atkins’ son might, just might be the way to get a little closer to the father. Even if nothing came of it, I still would have gotten to spend time with Marsh, who would, and this was not an insignificant detail, be in swim trunks a lot of the time.

“Well, I’ll have to ask Audrey. She’s very protective of Jonah–I didn’t mean it that way, Rob,” Marsh said, looking abashed as he realized the import of his words.

“It’s okay.” It’s not her son she should be worried about, I thought.

Marsh looked at me closely and there was something indefinable in his eyes. “I guess it’s true we haven’t known you very long. Funny, I keep forgetting that.” He turned to go, saying, “She’s leaving on Friday. Let’s plan on Saturday morning bright and early, before it gets too crowded.”

The next couple of days were agonizingly suspenseful, waiting to see if Audrey would actually leave–somehow I thought she might change her mind and stay–and hoping that the weather would be good that weekend. I needn’t have worried on the latter score. Each day loomed hot and sunny, and the television newscasts were talking about an incipient drought. On Friday evening, my cell phone rang while I was on my way home.

“You still on for tomorrow morning?” asked Marsh’s voice.

My heart leaped. “Sure,” I said, trying my best to sound casual.

“Okay then. Come by around eight-thirty. You sure you can get up that early?”

“For you I will,” I said, hastily adding, “And Jonah.”

Marsh laughed. “Good man. He’s really looking forward to this.”

The next morning the three of us piled into the Blazer, equipped with sunscreen, cooler, duffel bags, and Jonah’s water toys. Marsh carefully belted his son into the back seat, but trouble began brewing when he and I got in the front.

“Want to ride in front,” Jonah protested.

“Got to stay in back, buddy,” Marsh replied. “It’s only for a little while.”

Logic and reason had little meaning for poor Jonah, obviously missing Audrey. He repeated his request more insistently, his lower lip beginning to puff out, a warning sign. Before he could erupt into a full-blown wail, I decided to try my hand at smoothing things over.

“I’ll get in back with you, Jonah.”

As I climbed into the rear seat, Jonah glared at me suspiciously. I was not, after all, his mother. I thought of something. “Here,” I said, reaching into my front pocket. “Ever seen anything like this?”

It was a little gadget that I had received as a gift at some Christmas party, the kind of thing that everyone exclaims over for five minutes and then forgets about–a hand-held, battery operated fan with soft rubber blades, that you could turn on by twisting the little head on which it was mounted. This one had a gimmick, though. It sat in a carrying case, equipped with a little spray bottle that sat behind the blades. You could fill the bottle with water, turn the fan on, push the plunger, and spritz yourself with a cool mist as well as enjoy the breeze. When I’d received it, in a clear plastic and cardboard package emblazoned with the legend “REVOLUTIONARY MISTING HAND FAN,” I’d thought to myself that a kid would like this thing. Now I was about to give my theory a field test.

Jonah took the fan curiously, momentarily diverted, at least. I showed him how to turn the thing on and off and he very quickly got the hang of it. I pointed the fan toward him so that the breeze stirred his soft brown hair. I gave him an experimental spritz and he giggled with delight. I looked up to see Marsh grinning back at me.

“Thanks, Uncle,” he said, and started the car.

Fortunately the trip to the park was a short one. On the way Jonah discovered that the fan blades would stop instantly at the slightest touch, a built-in safety feature. This, together with spraying the back of his dad’s head, kept him happily occupied until we got to the parking lot, which despite our strategy was already half full. We found a spot and unloaded. Weighted down with our equipment and a small boy, Marsh and I made our way toward the pool.

The park was laid out to have as much natural land as possible. The two pools had concrete decks, but there was plenty of grassy lawn all around, shaded with trees. It took much longer than I would have imagined to get ourselves to a shaded, comfortable spot not too far from the water, spread a towel on the ground, unpack our stuff and settle down. But at last, the three of us were ready to have fun.

“Daddy, can we go swimming?” Jonah said plaintively. He was still holding the toy I had given him.

“Yes we can, if you’ll put the fan down and let me take off your clothes,” his father answered. Catching me completely by surprise, Marsh stood and slipped his T-shirt off over his head, then unfastened his shorts and let them drop to the ground. I was slightly disappointed at the fashionably baggy, patterned boxer-style trunks that appeared underneath, but Marsh dressed only in swimsuit and flip-flops was nevertheless a breathtaking sight up close. I felt downright intimidated following suit, but nevertheless peeled down to my own conservative Speedos. I looked up to find Marsh’s eyes on me.

“You white man,” he said.

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Carol’s Vacation Ch. 02

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It was late when I got home, but with all the coffee I drank during my ride home I wasn’t ready to sleep, so I went to my home office and started to plan for the meetings I would be having the next day. I worked for several hours, then went to bed and slept like a rock until my alarm clock scared the hell out of me. It took a few seconds for me to realize I wasn’t in Lakeside and that I had a full day ahead of me.

“I’m so sorry,” said my secretary Beth, as soon as she stuck her head in my office. I was there already an hour and a half. She wasn’t late; I was just early and ready to get started.

“Don’t worry about it, I wasn’t doing anything anyway,” I lied, and then told her what information I needed for today.

I had several people that work for me in and out of my office for the next hour informing about what was going on with my clients product recall. I was then summoned to the president of my company’s office.

“Hi Norm, can’t live without me huh?” I said as I walked right into his office and took a seat in front of his desk.

“Oh Hi Carol, I didn’t hear you knock,” he said. I love his sarcasm.

“So I’m guessing Douglas is going nuts?” Referring to Douglas Meese, who is the CEO of the company we represent.

“Not, going nuts so much as thoroughly pissed off that his company made the product error and it’s going to cost them millions to fix the problem and build back customer confidence.”

“I’ve been working on a few ideas last night and this morning. There’s nothing we can do about the millions it will cost him to fix the problem, but I have a strategic plan to save their reputation, and perhaps enhances it.”

I went over my plan with him and he was impressed, he didn’t say as much, but when he said that he would attend the meeting with Douglas, I knew he liked it. If he didn’t like it, believe me, I would have to go it alone, which would have been okay with me anyway.

Beth set up the meeting and a company car drove me, Norm and two other associates of ours, across town to their corporate offices.

I’m not going to bore you with the conversations of the meeting. Douglas and I have worked together for years and he likes my ideas and no BS attitude, that’s why he requested me to handle this problem.

After some conversation I made my presentation on what we should do. Douglas was with a group of about 20 people from his company sitting at a huge conference table. My group of 4 sat in the middle. I give excellent presentations, but this one went exceedingly well. Right from the start I could see people shaking their heads in agreement and a few smiles started to appear on some faces. Most people can’t read what Douglas is thinking, but I was picking up signs that he was starting to feel more confident about how this should be handled.

Long meeting short, we got full support to carry out my plan.

On the ride back to our office, Norm said,”Christ Carol that was great, I guess that’s why we pay you the big bucks.”

“Glad you mentioned that Norm I’ve been meaning to talk to you about increasing those big bucks you’re talking about.”

Norm, groaned, but said,” Let’s talk about that when we get back in the office.” He was smiling so I knew a pay raise or bonus would be worked out.

The remainder of the day was a series of internal meetings getting all department heads that needed to be involved up to date, so they all knew their responsibilities.

I was sitting back thinking what I should do next when it popped in my head that I should tell Kathy that I wasn’t at her cabin. I dialed her number.

“Hi Kathy it’s me Carol.”

“Oh Carol I forgot to call you, is Jack the real estate guy there?”

I was supposed to call you and tell you he was going to stop by and look the place over.”

“No, I called to say I had an emergency at work and had to come home. Why does a realtor have to look over the cabin?” I asked.

“We decided that since we don’t get there as often as we thought we would, we should try to sell it. Are you planning on going back?”

“I was planning on going back Sunday, but that’s not going to happen, looks more like Monday or Tuesday. Give me the guys’ number and I’ll call him when I get there and I’ll show him through the place.”

She thanked me and I told her how much I enjoyed being there for the short time I was there, of course I didn’t go into the details.

“Hey super star.” I heard as I hung up the phone.

“Oh stop it,” I said with a smile to my closest work friend, Sarah, who was standing in my office doorway.

Sarah started with our company 5 or 6 years ago and has been on a successful fast track. She’s in another area of expertise, but our job requirements keep us in touch in a daily bases. She’s in her mid forties.

Sarah is only 5 feet tall, but has an excellent figure that always have to guys turning around to take a second look. She’s hot, knows it and flaunts it. She’s also a lot of fun to be around.

Oh yes, she’s married but that doesn’t Antep Bayan Escort seem to hinder her from having sexy fun. She’s always teasing the guys with suggestive comments, which they seem to enjoy. I have no idea if her husband knows or approves of her teasing; it’s something she’s never openly discussed with me. I’m also not sure if her teasing goes beyond the teasing stage. She thinks I’m a prude and should have more fun.

“So did you have any fun on your vacation, as short as it was,” she asked.

“Yes it was very nice and relaxing.”

“Carol I mean did you get laid?” she asked with a laugh.

“Well as a matter of fact I got laid twice by an 18 year old, black, physical trainer,” I answered.

“Yeah right, you have to learn how to have fun,” she said, not believing a word I just said.

“Okay, I’ll keep that in mind when I go back again next week.” I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed or not, that she didn’t believe me.

She said, “it doesn’t look like we’ll be able to get out of here until late tonight, so do you to grab a bite to eat before out 7:30 meeting?”

I agreed and we went to a local steak house, each had one drink, no dessert and returned to the office where we each went our separate ways. After a series of short meetings and scheduling a meeting with our client for early tomorrow morning to prep him and his associates on the press conference that they were going to have in mid afternoon. I was ready to go home.

Sarah and I walked out of the elevator together when we did discovered for the first time that there was a hell of a thunder and lighting storm going on and it was dumping rain like a monsoon.

“Carol you can’t drive home in this and if it’s like this all night you’ll have trouble getting back here tomorrow morning for the client meeting. Come home with me, you can stay in our guest room.”

Sarah lives in the city with her husband and her son, when he’s not away at college. Her daughter goes to college down south and stays there year round. Normally I would tough it out and make the drive home, but tomorrows meeting was too important for me to me late for, so I accepted her invitation. By the grace of god we were able to hail a cap outside our building and were at her home in ten minutes.

Her husband, Sam and son Tommy were looking at a Yankees baseball game when we arrived. I met her husband at different affairs over the years, but only met her son once or twice and that was years ago. What a nice looking young man he has become.

Sarah and I had a drink before we said goodnight, I was shown the guest room which was very comfortable. I took all my clothes off since I would have to wear them again for the morning meeting; everyone would be too fried during the day to notice I was wearing the same clothes.

I just dropped onto the bed totally naked and closed my eyes. I don’t know how long I was sleeping, it could have been ten minutes of six hours, when something from our project popped into my head and woke me. It wasn’t anything big I forgot, but I laid there in the dark on my back and was thinking about a solution when I heard someone slowly open the door. The hallway was dark so I couldn’t make out who it was, I was thinking it was Sarah checking on me, but when no one whispered asking if I was awake and sort of hesitated at the door I had no idea who it might be. Now there was a time where I would have grabbed the sheet or blanket and covered myself and ask who was there, but I found myself kind of excited that I was in a room nude with whom?

The figure moved right next to my bed, my eyes adjusted well enough to the darkness that I could tell it wasn’t Sarah, too tall for her, but other than that I still had no idea.

I wonder if his eyes adjusted to the dark and was he looking at my breasts and pussy. I was feeling a tingle between my legs from the excitement. I let out a gasp when I felt his hand cup my breast. He immediately pulled his hand away afraid that we woke me, he was frozen in his tracks, but I guess he was thinking more with his cock than with any kind of common sense, he reached out a touched my breast again. Didn’t say a word, but I placed my hand over his and pressed it against me. If he was shocked, he didn’t give any indications, but continued to feel my breast, and then took my nipple in his finger tips, god I was getting so turned on. His other hand was placed on my tummy, I’m guessing testing for a reaction, I didn’t say anything just spread my legs and again placed my hand over his and guided it down my tummy to my pubic hair. He ran his fingers through the hair until he got to my wet, very wet lips; he inserted his finger and began to slide it in and out. I gently rubbed my clit as he fingered me, with my other hand I reached between is legs and felt his hard cock in pajama bottoms.

I pulled down the front and took his hot hard cock in my hand and began to stroke it. I was lifting my hips and open pussy to meet his now wet fingers, when I had my climax, thank god I didn’t let out a scream or loud moan. I let go of his cock when I came and was lying on the bed trying to catch my breath.

I became aware that his cock was near my face. I grabbed it and placed it in my mouth and began sucking, and it wasn’t for long, when he unloaded his cum it would have filled my mouth, if I wasn’t eagerly swallowing every drop. After he came just as silently as he arrived he left the room.

I woke the next morning when I heard a knocking on the door and heard Angela saying we better get going.

I jumped in the shower which was in the bathroom that was adjoining my bedroom, washed my hair, found a toothbrush still wrapped, in the medicine cabinet and used the hair blower that was under the sink. I did this and was dressed walking into the kitchen in fifteen minutes.

“Hi Carol, how did you sleep?” Sarah asked.

“I slept very well and you?”

“Well Sam wanted to get laid, so after I knocked his socks off, I slept like a log.” She said with a smile.

“Should we call a cab or do you think we can catch one out front this early?” I asked.

“It’ll be easier and quicker to take the subway.”

“we better get going we can grab a coffee and something to eat at the café at work,” I said, then asked “Is Sam and Tommy still sleeping, I would like to say thank you and goodbye if they’re awake.” Thinking to myself I would like to see them for a reaction to what happened last night, but no such luck.

“It’s Saturday morning we’re the only crazy ones going to work at this hour.”

We took the subway to the office grabbed some coffee and each headed to our own offices. I did some preparation for out meeting and then went to the conference room to go over everything with our clients. It took us several hours to get everyone up to speed, but by the time we finished everyone was thoroughly prepared. My job was done. The rest was up to our clients.

I went back into my office feeling exhausted. I dropped into my chair and sent out congratulatory emails to all the people that worked so hard on this project. I had a few more things I wanted to get done, but my mind drifted to the visitor I had last night, was it the husband or the son, both nice looking and the whole thing was very exciting. My money was on the son.

I could feel myself getting turned on just thinking about having that cock in my mouth. My hand reached down and lifted the hem of my skirt up my thighs and I began to rub my pussy. I can honestly say I’ve never done anything like that before, oh I’ve been horning at work, but I never touched myself behind my desk.

Well that’s not exactly true. About ten years ago when I was dating someone, there was a man that worked for me, I would guess we were the same age, anyway I thought he was so sexy, not just his looks but his personality was a turn on also. If I wasn’t dating someone and he wasn’t happily married I would have tried to seduce him.

These were thoughts I only had when I was feeling horny, one of those horny times I had a meeting with him in my office, this is embarrassing to talk about now because it seems if not silly, odd. Before he arrived for our meeting I took off my pantyhose and panties.

So while we were talking I sat behind my desk with my skirt pulled up to my waist and I had my legs spread with my open pussy only a few feet from him. Every once in a while I would touch my pussy. Naturally he couldn’t see anything and probably wasn’t aware of anything going on, but sitting there like that was such a turn on for me. I never did that again, I wonder why? I masturbated many times thinking about that.

I was about to do that again when Sarah walked into my office, I can’t believe I was going to masturbate and didn’t think to close my door, aren’t I getting brazen.

“So are you off to continue your vacation?” she asked.

“Gee I don’t know, it was fun up there and I told everyone that I would be back today.”

“Who’s everyone, you were only there a few days.”

I briefly told her about Rick, Tony and Amy, but never told her how friendly we became, just that I met them and they’re very nice. I didn’t mention their ages either. Not that I was hiding it, but she would bust me about hanging around with the youngsters.

“If I had a place on lake to go to I’d be there,” she said.

“I have an idea, why don’t you come with me? We can leave tomorrow morning and come home Friday. I mean if you can get off work and Sam won’t mind.”

“It sounds wonderful, but I don’t want to impose,” she said, and I could tell she was really thinking about going.

“What imposition? There are four bedrooms so you can have your privacy if you should hook up,” I said with a laugh.

Laughing with me she said, “I tell you what. I’ll ask Sam when I get home and as far as work goes I’m due the time, so that’s no problem. If all goes well I’ll drive to your place early tomorrow and we can head to the country from there.”

“Sounds good to me, I’m heading home right now, so call me any time this afternoon.”

Sarah called me at home after dinner and said it was a go. She would be at my house around 8:00. I was excited that she was coming with me; I laughingly thought I hope she doesn’t corrupt me.

True to her word she arrived at my townhouse right on time. We switched her luggage to my car and off we went. We got caught in some late commuter traffic, but over all made good time.

I drove through town and pointed out some shops we could go to and then drove straight to the cabin. We just talked about everyday topics, had several good laughs which made the trip seem a lot shorter.

“Wow this is wonderful,” said Sarah as she got out of the car and looked around.

“Wait until you see the view of the lake from the rear deck,” I said.

“I could sit here all day and look out over the water,” she said as we walked to the rear of house and she got the full view.

I showed her around the interior of the cabin and showed her which room was hers. When we were on the rear deck I made a point of showing her the outdoor shower and was proud to tell her that I shower nude outside all the time. She said that would have to be something she was definitely going to do.

“We have to get something to eat, I’m starved. We can go into town, have lunch there then do some food shopping for some odds and ends to have in the house, “I suggested.

“Okay, I’m starved too, I’ll drive if you’re tired after the trip up,” She said.

“I have an idea let’s take the boat, I haven’t used it yet, it’ll be fun. There’s a marina right in town, we can dock there and walk a short distance to the diner and shops.”

We got in the boat and it started right up, thank god, and off we went. The marina was the opposite direction of the nudist camp so we could stay close to shore and look at the lakeside homes. I hadn’t mentioned to her about our nudist camp neighbors. I wasn’t deliberately holding back, it just didn’t come up in our conversation during the ride up.

As we approached the dock Sarah said,” look at that hot guy waving at us.”

“Oh, that’s my friend Tony,” I said.

“That’s the Tony you mentioned? You never said he was just a kid, a handsome kid, but none the less young.”

“He’s twenty, something,” I answered maybe a little too defensively.

“Hi Carol, I’m glad you came back, after you didn’t show up yesterday Rick and I decided you wouldn’t be coming back.” “Got a little delayed, but got here this morning. Tony this is my friend Sarah, Sarah this is Tony.”

They exchanged pleasantries as Tony helped us out of the boat. Both of them were checking each other out I couldn’t help but notice.

“We’re going to get something to eat, and then do a little shopping, so could you keep an eye on the boat until we get back?”

“Anything for you lovely ladies” he said with an over stated bow at the waist.

“He’s cute,” Sarah said as we walked away from the marina.

“Yes he is, he looks good naked too,” I offered and watched Sarah stop in her tracks.

“What do you mean he looks good naked, Carol, talk to me,” she said with a grin.

I told her about the boat being stuck by the nudist camp and our adventure there. She couldn’t stop laughing as I told her. Then she asked questions about the nudist camp. I told her I would tell her about it later when we got back to the cabin, not while we were walking down the street.

We ate at the diner, Amy wasn’t there, I guess it was her day off or she was working a later shift.

We stopped in the grocery store and were picking up a few items when I saw Lisa.

“Hi Lisa, how are you?” I asked.

I’m doing well, Rick said you had to take care of some business at home and didn’t know if you would be able to finish your vacation.”

“Well, the problem was solved and I came up this morning and we’re going home Friday.”

Sarah came around the isle then and I introduced her to Lisa. We chatted for a while and I was glad she didn’t mention anything about the late party at the campground, because I wasn’t sure if I was even going to tell Sarah about it.

“Lisa, we’re just going to sit around at home tonight if you like stop by and have a cocktail or two with us,” I suggested.

“That sounds nice, okay it’s a date, see you around 8:00?”

“That would be perfect.”

We took or purchases back to the boat and Tony helped us to get everything on board.

“I hope to see you again soon,” he said with a sly grin.

“Stop by with Rick sometime,” I said.

“My cousin is visiting for a few days, so can I bring him along?”

“Sure, no problem.”

Since I told Sarah about Tony and I seeing each other naked she picked up on his grin after saying he hopes to see me again, dirty boy!

As soon as we got to the cabin and unloaded our stuff I remembered that I was supposed to call Jack the realtor and tell him it was okay to come look over the property, so he could prepare a listing. I called and spoke with him and I said just to stop by when convenient, He said he could be there in half an hour if that was okay. I told him that would be fine.

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Author’s notes:

This is a second minor editing revision of my original submission. Very little in the actual story was changed. A few more points were clarified. A couple of errors corrected. A second chapter will be following very shortly 🙂

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Jacqueline Blackwell still could not believe the events of the past couple of months. Her sophomore year of college had begun innocently enough. She had returned to school in early August of the previous year and been treated to a new roommate. Oddly, the two girls became close. Leah Kohl Sundstrom was a blond beauty who stood about 5’4″ with liquid blue eyes and a 34c bust. Of course at the time, Jacqueline had shown little interest in Leah.

She had always considered herself straight. During high school she had dated a number of guys. She had lost her virginity at sixteen and never looked back. By the time her senior year rolled in she had been with her fair share of guys, though she did not consider herself a slut. It was during this time that she began to look at her peers a little differently. These thoughts horrified her at the time. Still, she could not help but stare a little longer in the locker-room before or after cheerleading and, or during swim meets and practice.

By the time college had entered the picture these thoughts had mostly left her. The dreams involving girls happened at a less frequent rate. This was probably lessened by two factors.

First, she had become an avid masturbator between her high school graduation and her first semester away from college. What she had always deemed a boring and pointless experience had turned very pleasurable for her. No longer did it take her some thirty odd minutes to reach orgasm. Instead, she could now climax in well under ten minutes. Even better, she was now at least semi multi-orgasmic. She had read somewhere, likely on a website that the proper definition was sequential orgasmic, though she didn’t really care. At the very least it allowed her to climax multiple times during a session. This was a new experience for her. In the past, right after an orgasm her clitoris would become hypersensitive. On the rare occasion that she was still aroused, she would have to wait (for her routine recovery period). This usually took about twenty minutes. On the off chance that she was still aroused at that point, she was usually treated to a very underwhelming experience an orgasm that just sort of squeaked out.

This began to change her senior year in high school, oddly enough just after her eighteenth birthday. The change was slow in coming, however. Her first sign that her body was changing was a decrease in the time that she needed to recover between climaxes. What had been thirty or so minutes eventually became only a few minutes. While she did not masturbate with any regular frequency, she did at times (after a hot date) that often led nowhere. What she discovered was she could have two orgasms within a session. The first orgasm was usually followed by a period of only minutes in which her clitoris was hypersensitive. A typical scenario involved her pleasuring herself in the shower to climax. Upon exiting she would return to her bedroom. Here the urge would hit her again and she would finger herself off in bed. An alternate scenario involved lying in bed and working herself up to an orgasm, taking a short breather and then continuing onward to a second climax. What had been strange at the time was that she could only climax twice after that she sort of lost the urge because she would become less tense down below and no matter how much stimulation was provided she was unable to climax a third time.

This all changed for her after graduation. It had been a typical boring day. She had been lying out on the deck of the family pool. Her period had recently ended and she felt more than a little horny. This was probably because she had not relieved herself in well over two weeks, the last time that she had seen her boyfriend. The two had broken up that night. That night she would try to lighten the tension. However, following her first climax, she found that her clitoris remained only hypersensitive for about a minute after the orgasm. That night her fingers gave out after her third climax and while resting she noticed that she was still vaguely aroused. By the end of the summer she had set a personal best of four orgasms in one session through the use of her favorite vibe, the kind that was designed purely for clit stimulation, and had to be plugged into a wall outlet.

Second, she met a guy her first semester away from home. He had entered her life by way of history 101. She of course did not believe in love at first sight, though she did believe in lust at first sight. The two began to have sex on a regular basis, often a few times a week. This still gave her time for her studies and the swim team. While sex was never as good as masturbation, she did become very orgasmic. Often during a session between the two of them she would have two orgasms. Usually he would eat Antep Bayan Escort her out and then during the actual act of intercourse she would climax a second time.

This, however, was nothing like the marathon sessions she was capable of during self pleasure. Since college, she had begun to use a vibrator with regular frequency. This was mostly to make sure that during the short periods that she was alone in her dorm room that she had enough stimulation to climax and not experience any flame outs. What she discovered was that a vibrator could be both quite and intense. The stimulation from her trusty pocket rocket was unusually enough to send her into orbit. Further, unlike the plug-in variety, she was not numb for a day or two after “heavy use.”

Often during these sessions, on a Saturday afternoon, while her roommate was away at cheerleading practice she was able to have half a dozen orgasms if she wanted, though she often retired well before that.

Unlike her ability to experience pleasure, her sexuality had not been in question for well over two years when she slowly began to shift. She could never pinpoint the day, but it was during a week in early November of her sophomore year. She had been in a bit of a rough spot. She had not had any sex in about a month. Worse, she had not had a privacy to take the matter into her own hands. Instead, for the last couple of days she had remained at a heightened state. She had become unbelievable aroused. It was sometime during this time frame that she began to notice girls again. Once it reached a critical mass, it invaded her subconscious and this led to a few uncomfortable dreams.

Her focus shifted from her current boyfriend, who shall remain nameless and onto a girl that she had in her psychology class. Amanda Baker was a raven haired beauty with hair that almost reached her buttocks, sparkling green eyes and a fabulous, mischievous smile. What, however, put a moistening feeling in Jacqueline’s panties were her tight booty and 36d bust. Why she had been drawn to her and not some of the other voluptuous girls in her psychology class was that Amanda was an outed lesbian. She claimed to not even be the slightest bit bi. This struck Jacqueline as strange. She had always pictured the typical lesbian somewhere between a bull Dyke and a tomboy. This girl, however, was a very feminine looking woman that had all the typical assets that boys lusted after.

After class she often would watch her make out with her girlfriend. The two were very public about their affections. Oddly enough, this seemed to turn the guys on around them. The two would often be seen on campus holding hands. At times they would publicly make out. It almost seemed like a kind of exhibitionism to her. They were show casing their sexuality. On the few occasions the two would just make it into class looking like they had recently been involved in a whole lot more than just making out.

Her chance with Amanda would never come, however. She was too embarrassed to even come on to her. It was probably for the better. Her semester long experience with her led her to come to the conclusion that Amanda was a one girl, hopeless romantic. While she did see the two of them look at other girls from time to time, she knew that they were only serious about each other.

Her chance would come after returning from winter break. That is when her roommate introduced her to a friend. A girl who had lived down the hall from them during her freshman year, but had since moved into another residence. Her name was Selena Hall. It, however, was not her, but rather her roommate, Jessica Jones that caught Jacqueline’s eye.

What had attracted was not her looks, though she was not hard up in that department with her raven hair and sparkling blue eyes, nor was it her sexuality. While her roommate had hinted at Jessica’s bi-sexuality, it had been very difficult to discern given how reserved the girl was. No, what had really got Jacqueline to fall head over heals on their first meaning was her demeanor. It was a personality that was hard to place. She was not aggressive, nor passive, but assertive and passionate about what she believed in. At the moment, this translated into her seeking a degree in International Studies, but Jacqueline could see how this would translate well for her in anything or one that she pursued.

This she believed had been put to the test when she sought diplomacy with her roommate Selena Hall. Selena had been raised in a protestant family. A deeply religious one at that. Jacqueline had initially believed that this made them strange bedfellows as roommates. She, however, would discover through her own roommate, Leah, that was not the case. Her own prejudice had been on display. The truth was that Selena and Jessica had gotten along fine since day one. It was during a conversation one night that Jacqueline learned that Selena’s own sister was a homosexual. She had come out during her early teens. The family had quickly accepted her sexual orientation and the matter was dropped. At the present moment her older sister, Janet was living out in Marine with her girlfriend of eight years. The two were both college graduates. Janet was a psychologist, while her girlfriend, Celina Drake, was an architect.

No sooner than three weeks into the semester did she get her chance to confide her feelings in a very open dialog with Jessica. It was mid February. The girls had gotten back from a night on the town. They had been out drinking, though neither was drunk. Still, it was a bit risky given that both her under 21. With her roommate Selena out of town for the weekend, Jessica had planned to stay the night at Jacqueline’s. The symmetry had been perfect. Her own roommate, Leah was spending the night, though not weekend with her boyfriend.

That evening the two girls spent most of the early night reminiscing and getting “wet.” They discussed various sexual fantasies. It was during this time that Jessica explained in some detail what it was like to be with a girl, though she kept it vague. The best part to her was the emotional connection that she could share with another female. It didn’t hurt that a girl could go multiple rounds without a down period.

That night the two girls would share various self pleasure techniques in conversation. Both girls had talked about some unique fingering methods and the need to occasionally hump a pillow. Jacqueline had concluded that her two favorite methods were the shower-head spray and her trusty pocket rocket. For Jessica, however, she preferred a toy called the rabbit, a toy that oddly enough Jacqueline had never even heard of. Jessica began to describe it as a dual purpose vibe. It was inserted, though it provided a clitoris simulator. Still puzzled, Jessica got up and returned from a quick trip to her backpack with the rabbit style vibrator in hand. It was as she described. It looked like a classical vibrator, though the penis module was ribbed with an interior lining of beads. Attached, on the outside was a rabbit ear like vestige that hung off the top of the toy.

The girls paused. Both were a little too embarrassed to go on. Finally, Jacqueline broke the ice. “Maybe you should give me a demonstration.”

It wasn’t really worded as a question, but rather a statement spoken by a girl who had a little too much to drink and was also incredibly horny. Jessica blushed a little at the utterance. She quickly realized that she had embarrassed her new friend.

Not wanting the conversation to end she uttered without thinking, “I am straight, remember, I am just curious how it works is all.”

Another awkward moment of silence passed between the two of them. “You know I would but the vibrations from this little fellow are pretty intense, I would probably climax within a few minutes and I am very orgasmic, I wouldn’t want to make you jealous.”

Jacqueline detected a hint of sarcasm in the last phrase; however, it had been slow in coming because it had aroused her and sent a chill down her spine. Now all she could picture was in friend going at it with the toy that she now collapsed in her hand. She flushed a little at the thought.

“I’ll let you borrow my Macbook if you show me?” Jacqueline knew she was a bit of a computer junkie. Her father and mother for Christmas had gotten her a Macbook and an iPhone.

Her friend seemed to think about that for a moment. She than shook her head no. A smile crossed her face. “That is a little tempting but I think you would probably let me borrow it anyway.” This was true.

Thinking again, she came up with a wicked proposal. “You know I’ve got an idea.” Pause. “You know that black dress you saw in my closet…”

Jessica cut her off. “I know, it looks sexy as hell, but no I still don’t think it is a fair trade.” It was obvious by the way that Jessica clutched at the device that she was only looking for the right reason to justify a bit of exhibitionism.

More silence. She saw Jacqueline sort of shake her head. “You didn’t let me finish girl, how about if I wore it out with you on a.. well.. a date.” She watched as the gaze on her friend turned from puzzlement to that of a deer trapped in the oncoming headlights of a car. The headlights being of her breasts. Taking notice, she wiggled her hips for effect.

“I didn’t think you were into girls?” was her only response.

She thought about this for a second. “I not really, though I am curious and maybe with me along we could scope you out a new girlfriend.” What she suggested was tag dating.

“Okay…” came her numb response.

She tried not to jump for joy and keep her emotions in check. A pause followed and then a less than coy inquired, “How about tomorrow night?” Jessica’s only response was to just shrug. The two had brief eye contact. “Now strip girl.”

Lying back, on the bed, she watched as Jessica slowly unbuttoned her jeans. Slipping them down, she kicked them off in the very next motion. Underneath she had been wearing a black pair of panties of the cotton variety and bikini cut. It was than that she reached for her vibrator. This disappointed Jacqueline a little because it meant that her friend had no intention of fully stripping.

She was proven right, when her friend went to her backpack and got a little lube. Spreading it on the toy, she than carefully slip a hand inside as to not show too much and lubed up her lower region. Back on the bed a moment or two later, she rested her body up against a few propped up pillows which were placed in front of the headboard. Lying down, she moved the panties to the side and gave Jacqueline a glimpse of the v-trim of her pussy hair. This sent another chill down Jacqueline’s spine and she distinctly felt dramatically wetter now. Carefully working the vibe into her cunt, she proceeded to rest the rabbit ears on her clitoral mound. Switching the vibrator on, she tensed her body a little and closed her eyes.

Another long moment of silence fell between them. This time, Jessica spoke up. “I don’t plan on going all the way, just enough to show you how I use it.”

So there Jacqueline was with the girl who was very “bi” and she had a deep attraction for. This girl was on her bed and doing of all things, masturbating. As she began to describe how she used the toy, however, it fell on deaf ears. The last she heard Jessica was describing how wonderful the pearl beads felt as they worked their way in and out of her lovely tunnel. She was too taken back by the sight to concentrate. She almost felt like telling her to shut-up and enjoy the moment. Worse, she had an overwhelming urge to kiss and touch her. This made her uncomfortable.

Instead of leaving, she walked over and opened her closet. This was seemingly odd behavior. However, at the time she believed she was giving her friend some privacy. She had seen more than enough to get the generally idea of how she used the device. Still, her couldn’t help but look back. Her eyes seemed drawn to Jessica.

Finding a pair of soccer shorts and a tee-shirt, she than began to strip. This started with her sweater, following this were her jeans. This left her wearing a white racer-back bra and a pair of Jockey micro-fiber, white bikini cut undies. When she turned around a second time she noticed that Jessica seemed to be in her own world. Apparently based on the sounds coming from her lungs, she had given up any pretext of her shared vibrator exploits being a demonstration. Instead, she seemed to be tensing as if she expected to climax soon. True enough to her word; it had been only about six minutes.

She had only enough time to slip on the shorts before Jessica arrived at her destination. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train. She squeezed her eyes tight together and tensed as her lower region of her body spasmed with pleasure. Standing in front of the bed with her shirt still in hand, she watched as her new friend came down slowly from the intense climax. Her breathing only returned to normal for a momentary pause.

What followed was hard for Jacqueline to describe. Her body seemed to relax, it almost hummed and then without too much foreshadowing she went over with a bang again. This time it seemed like a series of small quakes. She probably had three or four in all. The final one was the most intense of these episodes. What surprised Jacqueline was that Jessica did not pause between climaxes. It almost looked like she was riding a roller coaster and went from peak to valley to peak within a couple seconds.

Afterward, while recovering she tried burying her face under a pillow. Jacqueline would have none of that, however. Taking the pillow away, she forced her friend to remain in the situation. It was obvious that she was embarrassed, though by no means mortified. There was something in her eyes; she almost seemed to be growing more confident with each passing second. At this point, Jacqueline began to wonder if her own itch was becoming visible. Her only sudden realization was that she was glad she was not a guy in this situation. She would have had a very visible hard-on instead of the intense throbbing, mild wetness that was spreading between her legs.

Her friend was now smiling. “I think you owe me a date,” A glimmer of a smile reached her lips… “Maybe a couple of them.” Both girls giggled a little at her bold statement.

“Let me think on that was Jacqueline’s only response.” She than announced that she was going to take a shower. She offered to clean off her toy. Oddly, Jessica accepted, probably because at the moment she was a little to weak to get up. Wrapping her toy in a towel, she excused herself to the bathroom down the hall.

Upon entering it, she found it empty sans two girls in the bathroom stall area. Just prior to entering the shower, she rinsed off Jessica’s toy. She had actually planned on giving it a spin herself, though now she felt that would probably not be appropriate for a number of reasons. Instead, she wrapped the toy back up and placed it with her fresh change of clothing. Stripping, she quickly entered the shower and did a warm rinse down. She again, was tempted to relieve a little tension but decided against it given how public the area was.

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Just as Jamie stepped out of the shower, her cell phone rang and she ran to her bedroom. She picked it up just in time to see the Caller-ID display the name CJ Scott.

“Hey! What are you up to?” Jamie answered.

“I’m just driving home, I figured I’d give you a call and see what you were up to. If you’re not doing anything tonight, maybe you’d want to go out to eat or to a movie or something?”

“Yeah, that’d be great! Wait! My parents and sister went with Ali to her volleyball tournament in Toledo and they won’t be back until Wednesday! Do you just want to head over here and hang out or something…CJ, are you there?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, sorry James, I just got caught thinking for a minute. That’d be great. I can be over in about 20 minutes. That sound ok?”

“Yeah, sounds good. I’ll see you then.”

“Alright, bye.”

Now Jamie Sullivan and CJ Scott were in love and had been since the end of Jamie’s junior high years. But because they were both really busy and had no time for each other, they denied their feelings for each other. Now, Jamie’s senior year of high school was over and she couldn’t wait to be at college with CJ since he was a full two years older than her.

CJ had been home a couple times this year, and during those few times, the two of them had become very close and had finally opened up and accepted each other’s love. Not quite 20 minutes after they hung up, the doorbell rang and held an echo throughout the house.

“Oh my God, it’s been way too long!!” James exclaimed as she leaped into his arms after opening the door. CJ was a good looking guy. He was about 6’3″, short dark brown hair, and deep brown eyes to match his mysterious personality. His physique was that of an athlete even though he played no sports. He had always been shy, and the only person he really opened up to was James. Jamie on the other hand, was a very cheerful person that always had a bit of a secretive side to her. She had light brown shoulder length hair and emerald green eyes. She stood at about 5’7″ and was built as an excellent swimmer like her would be.

Both CJ and Jamie were virgins, although Bayan Escort Gaziantep they had played around with each other before. When Jamie had toured the University campus a couple months before, CJ had pulled her aside for half of the day. That little time together was spent exploring each other’s bodies and doing almost everything except actually having sex. They would have both lost their virginity that day, except since it was the first time Jamie had seen CJ’s dick (a whole 7 ¾ inches), she was too frightened.

“It’s so good to see you James! Did you just get out of the pool or something?”

“Oh, the shower actually.”

“Man I wish I could have been there” CJ replied in a joking manner. As he set her down, he bent over to remind her of the passionate kisses they had been missing since the last time he was home. As they broke apart, James told CJ that she had ordered some pizza (Taco, their favorite), and thought they could eat while watching a movie. He said that sounded great and about thirty minutes later, they were downstairs in the theater watching Armageddon. After falling asleep wrapped tightly in CJ’s arms, Jamie awoke only to find out it was nearing 9 at night.

“CJ…CJ…Wake up! Its almost 9 o’clock and you haven’t even been home. your parents must be freaking out by now!!”

“James, relax. I didn’t tell them I was coming home.”

“WHAT? Why not?”

“Because I came back to see you. Now how about we go take a dip in the pool, what do you say?”

“OK. Lets go.”

As Jamie led CJ out the back door and toward the pool, he suddenly spun her around and latched his lips onto hers. She responded by kissing him back and slowly slid her tongue into his mouth. CJ worked his way onto her neck and to each of her ears. As he nibbled on her earlobe, he whispered “I say we both strip naked and the first one into the pool wins. GO!”

They both pulled back and frantically ripped off their clothing. They jumped into the pool at the exact same time. But when Jamie surfaced, she didn’t see CJ since it was dark out and the only light was coming from the waterfall over by the hot tub. At the same time as she felt CJ’s lips lock onto her neck, she felt his two strong hands come from behind her to grab onto her tits.

Jamie’s nipples were already cold from the unexpected temperature of the water, but CJ’s touch added to the sensation. “Oh God CJ!” Jamie moaned. One of CJ’s hands reached down to play with James’ clit while the other still fondled her boobs. James reached back to stroke his dick. Once again, CJ spun James around and lunged out to suck in one of her nipples, while rubbing the other one. His other hand went father down until he dipped a finger into Jamie’s tight pussy. James still had a hold of CJ’s cock and continued to pump it while she tried to hold back her moans.

“God James, you’re so wet!” CJ exclaimed. He thrust his finger in and out of Jamie while his thumb was running circles around her clit. James started to return CJ’s thrusts and she was soon on the brink of her first orgasm of the night. She cried out and her knees buckled, causing her to fall against CJ and almost pushing both of them fully into the water.

As Jamie regained her composure, she was once again aware that they were still in the pool. She looked up at CJ and whispered “Why don’t we take this upstairs to my bedroom.” They both climbed out of the pool and headed through the door and up the stairs, not bothering to stop to pick up any of their clothing or reach for a towel.

When they were finally into Jamie’s room, she was all over CJ in a seconds flash. She threw him onto the bed and climbed on top straddling his stomach. She leaned over and kissed him quickly on the mouth and started to work her way down his body. Her tongue flicked both of his nipples and trailed down towards his cock. Once she was there, she opened her mouth and sucked in the head. He let out a long moan once she did this, which boosted her confidence even more. She swirled her tongue around his head for a minute or so before going any further. At last, she went down and it seemed his entire shaft slipped down into her throat. She continued to bob up and down for what seemed like an eternity before he responded. “Oh James, if you keep that up any longer you’re going to get a mouth full of cum.”

“Well, I better stop then. I want you inside of me when you cum.”

“Are you sure James? I’m completely content with how we are. I don’t want to force you into anything you don’t want to do.”

“I’m positive. I’m ready.” And with that, CJ rolled Jamie over onto her back and reached for her draw where he knew she kept a couple condoms. “You don’t need those. The week I got back from visiting the campus, I went on the pill.” He looked her in the eye and gave her one more kiss before he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her slit. Finally, he put it at her entrance and started to push.

Jamie let out a little moan. CJ pulled out a bit and started to push in a little farther. After doing this a couple times, he finally reached her maidenhead. He leaned down placed his lips onto hers at the same time as he jammed his dick deep into her cunt. “Aaaaahhhhhh. Ouch. Just wait a second CJ. Just wait.” A single tear slipped from the corner of her eye. CJ couldn’t believe how tight and wet she was, and even though he wanted to pound her, he knew that it would hurt her even more. As much as her pussy throbbed, the pleasure took over the pain. She started to move her hips a little around CJ’s cock, and he got the idea. He slowly pulled out and in one smooth thrust, he was buried to the hilt. She let out a long moan, one that wasn’t pain, but mostly all pleasure. He continued his movements and she started to buck back at him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

Pretty soon Jamie was crying out her orgasm and begging CJ to fuck her faster and harder. CJ obliged but only for a couple minutes before he started to feel the familiar signs of his own orgasm. “Oh God James, I’m about to cum.”

“Please CJ, cum inside me, please.”

“I love you so much James.”

“I love you too.” And with that, CJ gave one more hard thrust into James and shot his load deep inside of her pussy. The twitching of his cock only set Jamie off again. She screamed out that she was cumming and her whole body clenched down onto CJ’s dick and milked him dry. They eventually came down from their high, rolled onto their sides and fell asleep together with his dick still inside of Jamie.

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Our usual game night with Joe and Cindy was coming up in a few days when my wife Susan shocked me with playful flirty banter as I drove my hard cock into her sweet pussy, “mm… I wonder if Joe’s cock is as big as yours.” I nearly shot my load right there but she continued “I’ll bet Cindy shaves her pussy clean just like you like it.” That was it, I grunted loudly and felt her clamp down around my thrusting penis as we both came together as we often do.

We’ve always been pretty in tune when it came to our sex life. We often cum together or one of us will cum and that will trigger almost immediate orgasm from the other. We’ve also shared a number of our fantasies with each other and enjoyed the open and comfortable feeling of complete trust in the fact that we will not judge or criticize each other’s fantasies no matter what they might be. She has often said she would love to watch another woman suck on me before riding me hard as if she just needed my cock to survive. She’s also shared how it would be exciting to see me take a smaller woman and just fuck her as if she were just a tool for my pleasure. I’ve shared a few fantasies of mine with her as well. I’ve always wanted to see or share her with another man. I have bisexual curiosities that she knows about and sometimes indulges in the form of sexual banter talking about her sharing me with another man, talk of a strap-on to use on me etc. We have never made any of our fantasies real (yet) but we did enjoy using them to tease and please each other.

This seemed different though. She used specific names and they are close friends, not just vague acquaintances. We spent a decent amount of time with Joe and Cindy. Their kids were close to our kids ages and we saw them at almost every function as we travel in all the same circles and we’ve enjoyed game nights and double date nights with them frequently in the past. In fact they were probably the closest friends we have as a couple. That isn’t to say that I haven’t noticed that they are both very attractive people. Joe is about 6 ft tall with a muscular but not intimidating build and Cindy is about 5’4″ with light blonde hair and slender build with firm smaller breasts and slim legs and nearly perfect ass.

My wife and I are no models but we are attractive enough. I’m about 5’7″ with a fit build from hours at the gym and Susan is taller than me at about 5’9″ and twice as fit from twice as many hours in the gym. She has dark thick hair and large D sized breasts that she loves to have sucked and played with.

“What brought Joe and Cindy up?” I asked her after we untangled from each other.

“I know you look at her and probably him too.” She playfully replies.

“I won’t deny it but I didn’t think you looked at them like that.”

“Why shouldn’t I look at them like that? Joe is Hot. I do wonder if his cock is as fit as he is.”

“Susan! Wow this is a very sexy side of you I wish I had seen before.” My 8″ cock was stirring again from the thought of my sexy wife fantasizing so directly about another man’s manhood. She noticed the stirring and began to play with it gently, willing it back to life. As it thickened in her hand (she always said my thickness was the best part of my cock) she smiled and scooted closer as if to whisper to me.

“Cindy and I were talking once how they have some of the same fantasies as we do. Their sex life sounds identical to ours. I don’t know if Joe is curious like you are but I do know he wants to try a full swing with Cindy. That’s what brought it up she asked me if I could believe it and what would I say etc… She was really worked up about it but I could tell she was also turned on by it. So I shared bits of our fantasies to put her at ease and we talked about some interesting topics.”

“Do continue.” I pleaded as she continued to stroke my now hard cock. I didn’t care if she continued the story, the stroking or both as long as she continued at least one of them.

“That was it really but it made me think of them in a new light, or should I say in a NUDE light.” She laughed at this and bent down to take my cock in her mouth. This wasn’t usual for her; usually once she had cum we were done for a while at least. For her to be sucking me so soon after sex meant the conversation with Cindy and retelling it turned her on more than she was saying. Who was I to complain? She continued her banter about Joe and Cindy as she sat up and began riding me. I didn’t think I could cum again so soon but between her talk of the things she would do with Joe and Cindy and the sensations of her pussy working my Antep Escort Bayan cock I was close again and she knew it. Arching her back to thrust out her beautiful big tits she worked me hard and more purposefully. Then she decided it was time as she moaned out “You are gonna lick Joe’s cum out of me while Cindy rides your cock just like this!” With that she ground down on me hard and came hard as I released into her again.

It had been a few days since that encounter and even outside the bedroom the playful banter about Joe and Cindy had continued on and off until we were both unusually nervous about game night. There was no plan or expectation that anything would really happen. It was all fantasy and foreplay and talk, wasn’t it? I’m not sure either of us was sure about anything that night. We did both admit to each other that we were strangely nervous as they pulled into the driveway.

As with most game nights or date nights with Joe and Cindy our kids were at my mother in laws house for the night and their kids were spending the night at one of Joe’s or Cindy’s parents house as well. It was always just easier to relax and have a good time if we were worrying about the kids and babysitters and everything else.

Joe and Cindy came in as they usually do with a bottle of wine to share, hugs between the women, a hand shake for Joe and I and thus game night began. We played a variety of games on these nights and often brought new games to try with each other. Tonight there were no new games and after a game of Scrabble and some card games it was apparent that this was one of our most boring game nights ever.

I think we all knew why it was a slow game night. There was an elephant in the room that we were all trying to ignore. At least until Susan casually brought it up:”So how are things between you two now?” She isn’t always the most subtle person.

Cindy seemed a little shocked as Joe smiled and sat back. “Susan! What do you mean by that?” she asked.

“I know you probably talked to Joe about our conversation the other day so I wondered how things were between you. You know from the conversation that Gregg and I are pretty open minded and non-judgmental so rather than ruin game night I thought I would just ask.”

“Things are fine, they are good.” Cindy replied as she turned a little red. Joe just smiled a little bigger as he leaned back and watched his wife try to hide her embarrassment.

I thought I would pipe in to see if Joe would say more. “I’ll be things are ‘Good’ based on her reaction eh Joe?”

“Things are Fine. Things are very good.” Joe replied with a different inflection on the words fine and good, and the added word very said a lot. Now Cindy was really red and couldn’t look at any of us. Susan was smiling and enjoying her friends’ shame a little too much it seemed.

“Cindy if you want to talk about this in private for a minute we can go refresh everyone’s drinks in the kitchen. Maybe we should step away and start tonight over.” Susan pushed away from the table and went into the kitchen without waiting for a reply. Cindy did eventually follow her but there seemed to be a quick look of some meaning between her and Joe as she left.

I don’t know what transpired in that kitchen while the girls were gone and Joe and I didn’t really say much while they were gone but when they came back they both had big smiles and seemed as if nothing had even happened. Cindy especially seemed fine. She walked right up to Joe and kissed him gently on the cheek before sitting back down at the table.

“We are going to play Strip High Card” Susan announces in her very direct way that offers no room for discussion or debate.

“Really?” was all Joe or I could muster in the way of protest. Neither of us disliked the idea and I could see him sit up straighter and look directly at Susan with new interest. I too adjusted in my seat glancing from Susan to Cindy in anticipation.

“Everyone will be dealt one card, the loser is the person with the lowest card and they have to remove a piece of clothing. Once you’ve lost it it’s gone, no winning it back. Once you are naked you play for Truth or Dares until everyone is naked or the game is over for some other reason.” Susan had really thought this out ahead of time I think. Cindy was still just smiling although you could see each of us getting a little more nervous as the first hand was dealt.

I had a 10 of hearts, Susan a Jack, Joe had a 5 and Cindy was the last to reveal her card. She had an Ace. Laughing she looked at Joe and I’m sure she was relieved she wasn’t the first to start stripping. Joe had already kicked off his shoes earlier in the evening so the socks came next.

Next hand, I had an 8, Susan had a 4, Joe revealed his Jack and Cindy had an 8 like me. Again relieved she watched as Susan (not wearing any shoes or socks) pulled her sweater over her head revealing a tank top that did nothing to hide her Black Bra and the beautiful breasts it struggled to contain. Cindy looked away but Joe simply smiled.

Round 3, I had a 3 (looking bad for me), Susan had a 9, Joe had a 7 and Cindy (always the last to reveal her card) turned another Ace. My turn to lose my socks although Susan made sure to express her disappointment I didn’t go for something more revealing.

Round 4, I had a Jack, Susan had a 6, Joe had a Queen and Cindy also got a 6. Our first Tie and we all looked at Susan for a ruling as this was her idea. She simply looked at Cindy and said “We Lost, Lose something” as she pulled her tank top over her head leaving her in a Black Bra and jeans. Cindy sighed at first and then realized that she wasn’t wearing sock or a sweater like Susan, her button down blouse was the only layer between her and her lacey bra that she was now forced to reveal. As she slowly unbuttoned her blouse Joe chimed in with a mocking version of an old burlesque strip song to which she blushed and shot him a look. Cindy’s skin was flawless under that blouse and the white lacey bra she wore was simple yet sexy although not revealing at all.

Round 5 woke me from my stare as did Susan’s gentle caress of my leg under the table and I found I had a 3 and lost this round. I pulled my T-Shirt over my head and threw it on the growing pile of clothes. As I said I am no Greek god but I do work out so I imagine I am not un-attractive so I hoped there would be appreciative glances from our friends.

Round 6 was another Losing round for Susan leaving her in nothing but Panties and Bra and I was feeling my jeans get tighter seeing her almost naked in front of our friends. Finally Joe lost again with a 5 in round 7 and removed his shirt. He is more fit than I am at least in the way he looked and I could tell Susan appreciated it.

Round 8 I lost again now down to just my Boxer briefs and wondering if Cindy or Susan might back out. I hoped my erection wasn’t too obvious but at the same time I almost wanted to lose round 9 just to let it free. Much to my disappointment Joe lost round 9 and we all discovered that his plain boxers would make a very nice tent in the rain. Based on the tent he was probably a little longer than me but the thickness was hard to determine.

Round 10 I lost again and I jokingly asked if Susan (who had been dealing the whole time) had stacked the deck to which she replied “If I were Joe would be naked already, you I’ve seen.” We all laughed but we all looked to Cindy to judge the sincerity of her laugh. She seemed at ease so Round 11 was dealt. Cindy Lost again and much to our surprise decided to remove her bra instead of her jeans. I was of course thrilled to see her perky probably small B or large A cup breasts standing proudly out for us and also noticed I licked my lips a little at the sight of her hardening nipples.

Susan finally lost again in round 12 and removed her bra and although they aren’t as perky as Cindy’s I could see both Joe and Cindy staring at them with a definite longing in their eyes. Susan snapped her fingers over her head to get everyone’s (including me I must admit) attention off of her big breasts long enough to deal round 13. Lucky 13 is when it started to get interesting because that is the round I became naked and therefore playing for Truth or Dare’s.

Truthfully I was glad to finally let my nearly hard cock free and the submissive in me hoped for good dares but I feigned disappointment and I was also genuinely a little anxious. Luckily round 14 gave me relief as Cindy lost again and was forced to remove her jeans which also revealed why she had chose to lose her top and bra so early. The panties she had on could barely be called clothes. They were nearly transparent mesh, they were tiny and they were a G-string style showing her perfect ass beautifully. Susan whistled her approval and Joe and I exchanged glances and a few short comments about how lucky he was and I was and so on.

Round 15 (my lucky number 15) became the first truth or dare as I lost with a pitiful 2. I started to opt for a truth just to ease into things when Susan cut in “The High card gets to pick Truth or Dare and is in Charge of that Truth or Dare.” I would have protested especially if she had the high card as it seemed she was setting rules in mid stream but Cindy had the high card so Susan wasn’t trying to help herself with this new rule.

Cindy blushed “Since you were going to pick truth I am going to make you do a dare,” everyone laughed “Stand up and stroke yourself while we all watch”

Again Susan the rule maker chimed in “Dare’s are for 60 seconds unless otherwise stated in the dare.” It was my turn to blush a little as I stood up and slowly reach down and start stroking my shaved cock and balls for our friends to see. Apparently Cindy liked what she saw because she watched intently and almost sub-consciously started to tease one of her nipples while biting her lip. I admit it was a turn on to be in this situation so I was very hard by the time Susan called time.

I almost couldn’t stop but forced myself to put my hands on the table and sit down for the next round. The next round would either see me do another truth or dare or it would see another player naked although Cindy’s G-string was so barely there anyway it seemed like she already was naked. Cindy lost this round and made it official. She removed the g-string and much to our delight her smooth shaved pussy lips were finally proudly on display.

I made an involuntary moan of approval to which she said thank you with a teasing little curtsy and sat down. I lost the next round although at this point it could have easily been considered winning and Joe had the high card so he decided to have me share a Truth. “What sexual act do you most want to try and never have had the chance?” Oh boy. I wonder if Susan told Cindy about my bi-curiosity and if she told Joe. Well I hoped my response wouldn’t shock or offend our friends but it was Truth or Dare and I have always been a terrible liar.

“I hope this doesn’t shock anyone, I know Susan already knows this but You guys, don’t take this wrong and you especially Joe, don’t freak out, please… but I have always wanted to find out what it would be like to exchange blow-jobs with another man.”

Everything went silent for a minute as we waited for Cindy and especially Joe’s reaction. It seemed like an eternity before he smiled and said “Cindy mentioned she thought you were REALLY open minded.” And with a laugh we all relaxed again and Susan dealt the next hand.

Susan lost the next round and proudly removed her panties showing off her nicely trimmed bus and shaved pussy lips. If I didn’t know any better I would think she had groomed just for this possibility but if anything I was only glad she did. She was sexy as hell and I loved showing her off. Joe was the only person left with clothes on but Susan lost the next round and was at the mercy of Joe’s winning King (I could make easy innuendos about Joe’s ‘King’ but I’ll leave that for the reader).

“As a gesture of good sportsmanship and all that,” Joe said with a big smile and a lot of show, “Susan’s Dare is to come over here and remove my boxers. It’s not fair that I be the only one with clothes on.” Cindy shot me a shy glance as Susan smiled almost as big as Joe. She stood and slowly walked over to Joe’s chair and reminded everyone of the 60 second rule. She walked like she was a professional stripper seducing a customer in a lap dance chair and it was hot. She leaned in close to Joe with her breasts hanging right in front of his face and used one single finger on his chin to direct him to stand. She looked up at him with a sexy grin as she ran her hands down each side of his chest gently resting on the waist band of his boxers. He took a sharp intake of breath as she brought her hands back up to his shoulders and then slide down his body dragging her big sexy tits down his chest, stomach and across his now hard cock. As her head got closer she gave little kisses to his abdomen and the waist band but did not go further as she glanced at Cindy to gauge her reaction.

Cindy was lost in another world watching the scene. Her hand was back at her nipple pinching and pulling much harder now than before and she squirmed a little in her chair. Susan’s hands dragged down Joe’s body back to the waist band and her fingers slowly curled underneath and began dragging his boxers down as they went. We all watched as Joe’s manhood sprang free almost hitting Susan in the face and I was licking my lips wishing she would lick and suck him. As his boxers reached his knees Susan glanced over her shoulder and quickly stood up turned and over her shoulder said “Time” to a speechless Joe.

That was it, we were all naked and I asked Susan if she intended to continue the game to which she simply said “That depends, does everyone want to keep playing?”

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I have always been shy and petite for a boy. Very much on the femme and sub side. On my 18th birthday I decided I wanted my nipples pierced and my belly button. Maybe even below the belt. I wasn’t sure but I knew I wanted my nipples done.

I showed up at the shop wearing flip flops, low waisted denim shorts frayed at the legs and a red tank top that barely showed my midriff. I stood out side the shop door for a few minutes breathing and building my courage. I didn’t want to wait or I might chicken out. I walked up to the counter this old biker looking guy came out, looked me up and down and asked what I wanted.

First of all I was really super scared because I didn’t feel like I wanted to tell him I wanted to be pierced but I wanted to be brave and told him why I was there. Luckily he called out “Lucy I got one for you.”

Man I was super relived when Lucy came out. She was about 35 kind of a rockabilly look wearing a roller derby t shirt and jeans. That’s of course and she was thick in a super sexy way. Had a red bandanna wrapped about her hair.

I told her I wanted to get pierced and she said I looked a little young, you had to be 16 to get pierced and I have always looked at least 5 years younger than I am. I showed her my DL and she looked at it pretty close, looked at me then at the picture.

“Well happy birthday Darlin, You look much better today than when this was taken, now follow me.” With that she took my hand and pulled me behind her.

I trailed behind her noticing what a Escort Bayan Gaziantep plump and beautiful ass she had. She led me into a private piercing room with no windows and closes the door behind us.

She looks me up and down and pats a metal table and says “Have seat kiddo.” The table is like kitchen table height. I put my hands on it and try to lift myself up, she sees me struggling and puts her hands on my hips and lifts me easily onto the table, it was quite a thrill.

“Thank you Ma’am” I say, and she rewards me with a gorgeous smile and she asks me what I want done and I say “I want my nipples done, and maybe my belly button and maybe um a bit lower down.

“Well aren’t you a brave little boy” she says, “You want that all done today?” I said maybe.

She puts on a pair of black surgical gloves. “Now slip off your shirt and lie back on the table Darlin.” Its cold and my nipples get hard, which is the point. She takes a sharpie and marks on my nipples she holds up a mirror so I can see to make sure they are good. Then she puts her hand behind my back and sits me up to mark my belly. feeling her touching me with the gloves on is getting me hard and feeling so totally helpless and in her power is making me harder.

“So are you shy little boy?” she asks me, and I nod. “Well its just us here and you have to drop your pants if you want your little cock pierced. You will have to trust me a lot.” She lays me back on the table and says “be brave little one, Trust me and lets get your shorts off and have a look.”

Now I am getting red, flushed and embarrassed because my cock is rock hard, its natural for me to obey a lady giving me an order so I let her pull off my shorts and I am laying naked in front of her.

“Well you are an anxious little boy aren’t you?” she says. “Did you shave just for me or are you always so smooth?”

I tell her “I am always shaved smooth Ma’am.”

She says “It suits you very much, you have a nice pretty cock and it will look great pierced.” she says pushing my chest down. she grabs my balls in her hand and says “Now we can pierce here for you.” and she makes a spot, then she grabs my cock, “We can pierce here, here and here.” she makes all the spots. Her hand stays on my cock and she stokes a bit and asks “What will it be lovey?”

I am laying back and I say “Lets do my nipples first.” so she leaves me laying naked on the cold metal table, I can feel my cock throbbing and am getting nervous and excited.

She walks back over and says “OK little darlin lets do this.” She stares into my eyes and she slide the first one in my left nipple, wow it hurt, hurt bad. I started to tear up. She ran her fingers up my cheek and said “Its ok lovey it will feel better.” She moves the ring around in my nipple and the burning starts to feel amazing I start breathing hard and she smiles at me and says “I told you it gets better. How are you doing?” I cant really speak so I just nod my head.

“Ready for the next one?” I nod again, she says “Don’t be scared lovey I wont hurt you more than I have to, or want to.” She smiles at that and reaches down to cup my balls and give them a squeeze, she pushes the next one in my nipple and it doesn’t hurt so much this time, it actually feels amazing and I groan as she starts moving it around and I can feel how tight my tummy and balls are getting and I shoot a load of hot cum on my tummy.

She smiles and says “Well that has never happened before. You made a mess little darlin.” I cant meet her eyes and I start crying, tears running down my cheeks and say I’m so sorry. She takes my chin in her hand and says sternly, “Look at me.” and I look into her eyes, “You have absolutely nothing to be sad about or ashamed of. You are an amazing little boy and I like you. You did really very well.” she scoops the cum in her fingers and says “You have to clean yourself up” and puts the cum in my mouth, I am lost in her eyes and happily lick the cum off her latex clad fingers. She starts wiping the cum on my lips and she reaches down and squeezes my balls and squeezes out the last drops.

She puts her two fingers in my mouth and starts pushing them in and out like I’m happily sucking a cock, she says “That’s a good boy. nice and clean. now better get dressed, we can do the rest later.” she takes her marker and writes her number on my forearm and tells me to text her later.

I pay cash and tip her very well. I am feeling humiliated but at the same time exhilarated. I cant wait to get pierced again if it feels that amazing, I am playing with my nipple rings as I drive. Halfway home I realize she never gave me my license back.

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The day I came back from my holiday in the Bahamas, I was so tired I could barely see straight. The ten-hour flight and copious amounts of alcohol consumed while on it had caught up on me. When I walked into my house, I looked in the mirror. “Oh God..” I sighed. My normally bouncy, wavy dark golden brown hair looked mud-coloured and hung limply on my head, even with my golden tan, my face looked drawn and pale, and I could have sworn I was a few inches shorter than my usual 5 foot 3. I decided that the best thing to do would be to go to bed, and leave the unpacking until the next day.

I changed from my grey jumpsuit into a pair of comfy pajamas and slipped into my bed and fell asleep. It was only 6pm but I didn’t wake up until 1pm the next day when my mobile phone went off. I picked it up and answered it. “Rowan, is that you?” asked a familiar Romanian accent. Dalita. My dear friend Dalita is quite a few years older than me, at that point I was 20 and she 45. She looked closer to my age than her own though, she’s a gorgeous woman, about 5 foot 6 with light skin, corn-blonde hair and the most beautiful dark grey eyes you ever saw.

“Of course it’s me. Who else is it going to be?” I yawned. She laughed and asked if I wanted to meet her to tell her all about my holiday and show her photos. Looking at the clock, I told her I could be ready for around 4pm.

“Great, I’ll come to pick you up at 4!” she said before hanging up. I got up and got dressed in a pretty cream floral printed summer dress. I put on make-up to hide the signs of exhaustion still traced on my face, and curled my hair. Looking in the mirror, even I was quite impressed with how I looked. My 34B breasts pressed against the material of the dress, but my slim figure allowed it to swing freely around my body everywhere else before stopping halfway down my now caramel-coloured thigh. My rich, mahogany brown hair bounced around my shoulders and a bit of eyeliner and mascara had made my blue eyes bright again.

When Dalita’s little black sports car pulled up outside, I dug my gold wedge heeled sandals and my camera out of my suitcase, put the shoes on and the camera in my bag and made my way outside to meet her. When I got outside, she was standing beside her car, leaning slightly against it. She was dressed in a long red maxi dress with a beaded halter neck, her hair lying flat framing her face and flowing over her shoulders down to her chest. I’d never noticed before that Dalita had quite impressive breasts, I guessed around a D cup and surprisingly pert for her age. When I reached her she hugged me, as she always did when she saw me. As she held me close, I breathed in her smell. She smelled of vanilla, tobacco and tropical fruits. I also noticed that even with my wedge heels on, I still wasn’t quite as tall as her.

When she let me go, I walked around and got into the passenger seat. She was already sitting in the driver seat and smiled at me as I got in. “Where do you wanna go?” she asked.

“I don’t mind,” I told her. So she started the engine and started to drive. After about twenty minutes of driving, she admitted she had no idea where she was going and was now lost. I didn’t recognise anything around us and gave her an evil look.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she said, playfully swatting my head. “If you told me somewhere to go, we would not be lost!” I laughed at how she had made it all my fault. She laughed too, and Escort Bayan Gaziantep our eyes met. We both stopped laughing and just looked into each other’s eyes. I felt a flutter in my stomach as I realised how beautiful Dalita was. I’d never been attracted to a woman before, and in the 3 years I’d known Dalita I never thought of her as anything more than a friend. I took my eyes away from hers before she realised what was going on. She looked back to the road, then pulled into a little car park in a pretty wooded area. She pressed a button and the top of her car folded down, letting the sun into the car. “We will stay here,” she smiled. “We can talk here and then we try to find our way back.” I was quite happy to sit here in this sunny clearing in her car and talk to her about my holiday, as long as I didn’t look into those eyes again I knew I’d be fine.

I pulled the camera out of my bag and turned it on. I snapped a picture of Dalita, and she covered her face with her hands just a moment too late. When I pressed the button that allowed me to look through my photos, the first thing that came up was Dalita’s face with widened eyes and a cute but comical shocked expression on her face. She shook her head and called me silly in Romanian, but then we both burst out laughing. That was the kind of friendship Dalita and I had – not dissimilar to a pair of teenage girls. We then looked through my photos from the Bahamas. When we got to a picture of me and my sister standing under a palm tree in matching white bikinis, she looked closely. “Rowie! Your bikini has gone see-through!” she cried. I looked and sure enough, although my sister Amie’s bikini covered her, mine showed my dark brown nipples and the pants showed the dark landing strip of hair on my pussy. I tried to click the picture onto the next one, but much to my surprise, she didn’t let me. “I didn’t notice you were so tanned,” she said, zooming in a little. I felt my face flush as she surveyed my as good as naked body. Thankfully, she then clicked the “next picture” button, taking her to a much more innocent picture of me sitting underneath a palm tree. After a few more photos, she put the camera back into my bag and looked at me.

Suddenly her hand was on my knee. I felt my nipples getting erect, which wasn’t good as I didn’t have a bra on. I felt them pressing against the material of my dress and prayed to God that she couldn’t see it. Or maybe I wanted her to.. Dalita’s voice suddenly cut through my thoughts. “Yes, you are very tanned!” she exclaimed. I sighed, maybe from relief or maybe from disappointment. She was just comparing my skin colour to her own. I felt dirty for thinking she had any other motive for touching me. Then she was looking into my eyes again, and this time I knew she wasn’t comparing skin colours because her hand slid up my leg and now rested on my inner thigh beneath my dress. “You’re also very attractive, Rowan..” she said, in a much quieter voice. “Your eyes are just.. wow.”

I caressed the side of her face with my hand. “You’re gorgeous too, Dalita,” I told her. She leaned forward and kissed me tenderly on the lips, and I gently licked her lips. She opened her mouth and we started kissing passionately, I straddled her and held her hair while we kissed and she moved her body beneath mine. I started moving my body too, grinding against her while she bucked her body upwards while our tongues played with each other. I felt her hand on my thigh again, then she moved my thong to the side and slid one finger inside me. I shuddered from the wave of pleasure that shot through me, then she added another finger and used her thumb to rub my clit while she finger fucked me. I moaned into her mouth, then moved down and started kissing her neck while moaning and sighing with pleasure. She slammed her fingers harder and harder into me until I came. My body shook and my tight pussy contracted around Dalita’s fingers while I screamed her name.

After I recovered from my orgasm, I moved off Dalita and back into the passenger seat. “Get into the back seat,” I told her. She got out of the driver seat and into the back without a word. I climbed through the middle of the front seats to join her, and instantly started kissing her hungrily again. Her long dress stopped me from touching her, so I untied the halter neck and pulled it down, then she lifted her ass so I could remove it completely. She was completely naked underneath it. I put one hand on the back of the seat behind her and used the other one to slam three fingers into her while I sucked and gently bit her large, mauve-coloured nipple. She moaned loudly and talked quickly in Romanian, and her whole body was twisting and writhing.

Suddenly she spoke in English. “I’m coming!!” she screeched. I lifted one of her legs and moved my head underneath it. I licked and sucked at her clit until I tasted her juices flowing into my mouth. At that point I probed my tongue deep into her, lapping up every last drop of her sweet honey. She whimpered loudly, at one point I’m sure she was crying with pleasure. It was the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard, and I felt the irresistable urge to come again. I got back into the front seat and removed my dress and shoes, and told Dalita to lie down. She kicked off her shoes too, and reclined across the seat. Before I went back to her, I looked at her for a few seconds. She looked beautiful, her skin not much darker than the cream leather of the seat, her golden hair lying around her face and upper body and her eyes sparkling with excitement. She looked like an angel, but she certainly wasn’t one.

I got on top of her so that we were in a 69 position. Her pussy wasn’t shaved but it was well trimmed and she had a perfect little pink clit. I lowered my head and began slowly teasing her slit with my tongue. She licked and nibbled my clit expertly, making me push my hips into her face. She jabbed her tongue into me repeatedly, fucking me with it until I squirted all over her face. I kept licking her until she came too, then turned around so I was still on top of her, but now looking down into her face. She kissed me, and we both tasted each other on our lips. As we were kissing, I took one of Dalita’s nipples between my thumb and finger and started playing with it. She moaned softly and I felt it harden again almost instantly. She broke her lips away from mine and told me: “Let’s go back to your place.”

We got dressed and Dalita drove back onto the main road. “If we follow this road, we will get back where we came from,” she said. She was right, after about half an hour, we found ourselves back in my area. She drove to my house and stopped the car. We kissed passionately, then we got out of the car and went inside.

I led her into my bedroom and took off my clothes before untying her halter neck again and pulling the dress down. As I stood up, I flicked between her legs with my tongue. I lay down on my bed and beckoned for her to lay next to me, so she did. I got on top of her and kissed her lips, then started moving down, first kissing her neck, then a soft bite on her shoulder, then I sucked her nipples to erection. Now that she was prepared I trailed down across her stomach with my tongue and started eating her out. She moaned softly and pushed my head into her pussy. As she did that I reached into the drawers beside my bed and felt around my underwear until I felt it. My big pink vibrator. I gave her one last lick, then turned the vibrator on and touched her clit with it. She shuddered and let out a low, guttural moan. I turned it up and slid it slowly inside her. She was surprisingly tight, but not too tight to take the 8 inch toy, so I pushed it almost completely inside her. I pulled it out again and she begged me to fuck her, so I did. I plunged the toy into her and pounded her pussy fast and hard with it. She screamed and jerked and pinched her own nipples and I knew she was coming again. I lowered my head and gently bit into her clit as I slammed the toy deep into her. She let out a scream and grabbed my hair so hard I thought she might pull it out. She kept screaming even after I removed the toy and my mouth from her. She screamed a good five times before lying limp on the bed, breathing deeply. “Rowan.. that was fucking amazing.. I’ve never come like that before,” she whispered. I just kissed her cheek and stroked her hair.

Seeing my Romanian vixen screaming like a possessed whore had made me unbelievably horny, so I turned the vibrator back on and started to pleasure myself with it. I fucked myself gently with it while rubbing my clit. As soon as I started breathing heavily, Dalita’s eyes flew open. “Let me do that,” she smiled, devilment glinting in her eyes. She took the dildo and sucked our juices from it, even deepthroating it at one point. Then she pushed it back inside me and fucked me with it, slowly at first, then fast and hard, making me scream. She spat on my clit then rubbed it hard while still fucking me hard with my vibrator. I came three times before she stopped. When she did, I kissed her hard and held her close.

After a while, her breathing grew slow. She’d fallen asleep in my arms. I wondered if I should wake her up but decided that, purely because I wanted to keep her there, I’d let her sleep. I felt tired too, so I pulled the blanket up over us and cuddled into her again. Her hair still smelled of tropical fruits and vanilla but was now marred with the smell of my pussy. I kissed her gently on the forehead. Out of nowhere I heard the words “I love you, Dalita.” As I realised they had come from my mouth, I just held her tighter, realising that I really did love her.

She opened her eyes and looked at me. My heart stopped. I was so sure she was asleep, and I thought I’d freaked her out. But she just kissed my lips and whispered in my ear “I love you too.”

Dalita and I were a couple for six years, before she found a man and moved to Germany with him. I’ve found a man since then too, his name is Raman and he is amazing. I’m still in contact with Dalita, who is now 60. She has invited us to go and see her in Germany, but I made my excuses not to. I’d rather remember her the way I remember her now, as my beautiful blonde angel who I loved more than anything. Maybe I still do. But people change, friends and lovers come and go and life doesn’t stop for anyone, so all I can do is be grateful for the time we had together.

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The night was rich and moist, the air veritably tingly with electric excitement after the recent rainstorm. The slick city itself seemed to shine beneath the glimmering moonlight. Quietly the dark hooded man crept along the concrete passageways making his way to a large apartment complex.

The building was nearly lightless in the recesses of the dark night; only sporadic lights dotted its vast face.

One such light emanated from the room of a young woman. Her studio apartment was furnished sparsely; a futon, a queen sized bed and comforter mattress. The space smelled faintly of lavender candle. A comforting breeze drifted in, brushing her curtains aside and filling her room with the nighttime aura.

She reclined in a warm bath, relaxing into the warm bubbles. A soapy hand brushed back her slick, golden hair. Almost imperceptibly she sighed, and closed her eyes, surrounding herself with soft music and warm light.

The man made his way slowly up the fire-escape, silently, but with obvious strength. Reaching the window, he lifted it slowly, the bare creak of its unwilling slides sending shivers of anxiety down his spine. When the window was sufficiently opened, he slipped through Bayan Escort Gaziantep the aperture, and his worn leather boots landed with a soft thud on the carpeted floor.

Inside the bathroom, the woman snapped her eyes open, her neck straining, taut young muscles flexing. Worried, she rose out of the tub, her soapy frame barely hiding her distinguished figure. Long, fresh legs rose up to support a tight abdomen, and full breasts bounced lightly. Gracefully, she stepped out of the bath, and reached for a pink towel. Meticulously, she dried every inch of herself when suddenly, her breath flew away as she was thrust against the bathroom wall. A man was in front of her, kissing her urgently, forcing her mouth into a heavy passionate embrace. He pulled away briefly, and let his cowl fall away from his face revealing jaunty angular features that hid shadowy unshaven features. His eyes were the most penetrating green, and he was undeniably handsome. Again he pressed, but this time, the young woman resisted.

She pushed against his chest with all her strength, but she could not budge the stubborn man. He pulled away from her mouth, and kissed his way down her cheek and into her exposed neck. Gradually, he nipped at the tender flesh, and gradually the girls resistance faded away. Instead of shoving, she now pulled him closer, feeling the warm heat of his embrace. Imperceptibly, she moaned against his incessant urgings. He pulled her away from the wall for a moment, allowing the towel to fall into a pile at her delicate painted toes. Violently, he reached to the back of her thighs and lifted her back up against the wall so his head was level with her now heaving chest. Tenderly, he kissed her soft flesh, alternating between fondling her breasts and nibbling at her pert nipples. Her moans became louder and more frequent. For a moment, the man let her down, his robe falling to join her towel on the ground. She nearly gasped aloud at his startling frame. He was not tall, but lean muscle covered every inch of his body. This time, she came to him, seductively trailing her fingers down his chest and trailing them along his protrusion. She began to lick and fondle playing coyly while his breaths grew shallower. Seductively gazing up at him, she moved up and down until he could no longer stand the sweet agony. He pulled her to her feet. He paused for a moment, their bodies only inches apart, and took in every inch of her perfect bronze skinned body. Mistaking his pause for wariness, she quickly whispered in a gorgeous feminine voice,

“Take me.”

Quickly he rushed her once more, again pinning her against the wall. This time, however, he entered her, first half way, and then all the way. Her body grew limp in his arms, and although her mouth was wide open, she could not utter a sound. He thrust up once and again, and she felt the power coursing through her body. Bracing herself against his arms she let out an ecstatic cry of pleasure. Hers was pink and wet, her thighs perfectly curved and her inner muscles tensed with desire. Letting out a guttural grown the man continued, with each rhythmic heave, forcing her to cry out. Finally she climaxed, holding his head convulsively to her chest and nearly screaming in pleasure. He felt her powerful inner muscles working against him and he too could no longer hold himself. Together they released, a long and perfect orgasm, until they both crumpled slowly to the floor.

Carefully, he lifted her beautiful body, glistening with sweat and laid her upon the bed sheets. She struggled to keep her eyes open, but the experience overwhelmed her, and like a perfect angel she slept. When she awoke in the morning, the mysterious man was gone.

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