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The Interview

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It is time for your third interview as my personal assistant. During your first interview, you wore a very professional suit, the color setting off your eyes and hair, the cut of the suit forming around you, showing off your lean, fit body while hiding it all. From the first second you walked in and shook my hand there was chemistry during our first interview, a lot of chemistry. I could tell by the little smile that formed on your lips and the way your eyes swept over my suit up to my close cropped beard, and then to my eyes that you liked what you saw.

We managed to keep it professional during the first interview if just barely. You noticed the way my eyes dilated when you pushed your hand through your hair to push it back over your shoulder. I saw in the little mirror behind my desk how your eyes traveled over my body locking in on my butt as I turned around to get you a drink.

During our second interview, you decided to up your game and came in wearing a skirt that came down over your knees and a button-up blouse with the top couple of buttons undone, leaving the bottom of your neck exposed. While we talked, you absent mindedly fiddled with your necklace, pulling your pendant up from its secure place, snuggled between your breasts into sight, and back down. You delighted as you watched my eyes dip from yours down to the pendant as you pulled it up and let it drop back down. The fire grew behind your eyes, and you smiled when your movements with the charm caused your top button to come open, exposing the very top of your cleavage. My voice cut off with a small gasp as my throat locked up, and it took me a minute to remember what I was saying. When I walked you to the door, before you went out, you turned to me and put your hand on my arm and when you saw my hand begin to rise as I wanted to touch but drop back down, you knew I was almost yours, you just needed to give me that last little push.

When you walked in for your third interview my heart about stopped. You were wearing a mini skirt that wrapped around you like a second skin, barely covering the bottom of your ass. Your button-up blouse this time had buttons undone all the way down exposing a large part of your cleavage, your hair is in two braids going down over your shoulders. When you walk up to my desk, you lean over it, holding out your hand, causing your shirt to fall open more, giving me a direct view inside of your lacy bra. I half stand to greet you, unable to stand all the way, or my tented pants would fully expose my need for you. My eyes cannot leave the view you have so exposed to me while you lean in and kiss my cheek. You sit in your chair with a small smile while waiting for me to begin.

I start off by letting you know that you have been accepted as my new personal assistant and then start going over the requirements of the job. I am discussing professionalism and going over dos and don’ts when meeting with clients. istanbul escort I have just gone over the part about not chewing gum when I see you reach into your purse, pull out a stick of gum, and put it in your mouth. When you see my slight frown, you blow out a small bubble and loudly pop it.

You say, “Oops, I guess I have been bad.” Then you stand up and walk around the desk, I scoot back as you walk in front of me. You reach up and take the gum out of your mouth and slowly, deliberately reach down and stick it under the lip of my desk.

You turn around and lean over my desk, your bending causing your skirt to rise, showing that you are not wearing panties, your lips glistening with your wetness at what you are doing. You look over your shoulder at me and say, “I guess you must punish me.” You run your hands down to your skirt, pulling it up even higher, exposing your entire ass to me, the shiny round end of your plug peeking out between your cheeks.

I groan at the thought of what you are offering me. I raise my hand and squeeze your ass cheek, pulling it away from the other, exposing you to me more. I can see the first drops of your wetness forming on your lips as you let out a soft moan at my hand on you. I release your ass and then bring it down on your cheek with a loud smack. You jump at the contact and let out a louder moan. I rub the red handprint I just left on your ass. Then I smack your other cheek, causing you to jump again. I watch as the first drop falls from your lips and hits my shoe.

“You are dripping on my shoes. You will have to pay for that as well,” I say as I stand up and move to your side. I run my hand over the handprints now decorating both of your cheeks, rubbing away the sting with my right hand. My left hand moves down and slides two fingers under your plug, causing it to pull out just a little. I spank you in slow, measured slaps, going from one cheek to the other. The handprints starting to overlap as I turn your entire ass red. While doing that, I pull gently on your plug with my two fingers before pushing it back in deep with my thumb, keeping time with your spanking, out on the left cheek, in on the right. You are in a constant moan as I spank you, your juices starting to flow down your inner thighs. Unable to hold yourself up anymore, you collapse on my desk, your legs shaking, you push papers and files to the floor.

I tsk as my floor is covered with flying papers, “It is going to take you hours to sort out all of those files when I am done with you,” I say.

I move back behind you as I reach up and take your wrist in my hands. I pull your arms behind and cross them over your back. I grip both of your slender wrists in one hand as I sit down behind you. I move my chair up close, spreading your legs with my feet as I lean in and run my tongue along your lips. You jump at the first contact between my tongue istanbul rus escort and your clit, but I hold you in place with my hand holding your wrist. I moan in delight as I get my first taste of your sweet honey, now reaching down to your ankles. My hand comes up to your ass cheek, pulling it open again to give me more access to you as I like and suck my way up your pussy. Your knees bend, and you would have hit the floor if you were lying on my desk. I smack your ass again as I plunder your pussy. My tongue pushes inside to get at your heat, running up and down over your lips. I stop to suck your clit into my mouth every time I reach the bottom. My teeth scrape over it as I move back up your lips.

Your moans are almost constant now, the pleasure and the pain keeping you right on the edge of an orgasm. I pull my face out of your sweet dessert and stand up behind you. I unzip my pants and reach in to pull out my engorged cock, its head a deep red color as it strains against its skin. I wipe your juices off my face and use them to cover my shaft. I release your wrist as I step up behind you and start running the head up and down your pussy.

You let out a throaty growl as you say, “Yes, fill my bad little pussy up, make me be a good girl.”

Hearing your words, I thrust myself inside you with no warning, no letting you get used to it a little at a time. I thrust in, taking you as deep as possible with my first thrust. You moan and grab the edge of the desk as I start to pump inside you. Your walls squeeze around me as my head rubs all the right spots. Another slap to your tender ass makes you yelp and jump again. Your vagina clamping down on me to where it’s almost painful to move. I reach up one hand and hold your shoulder as I slowly push past your painful grip to get all the way inside you again. I hold there a second until your walls relax their grip on me before starting to move again.

I smile as I see the side door to my office open, and my secretary slips into the room. She silently moves over to the couch as she watches us. Not for the first time, she sits on the couch and spreads her legs, her fingers immediately going to her exposed pussy, playing with it. Laying with your head on my desk, you are unaware she has come in.

I reach my hand down and wrap my fingers around your plug again, pulling on it as I move in and out of you. I work it in and out of your ass a little at a time. I go farther with each pull until the thickest part stretches you out before pushing it back in. The feeling of the double penetration driving you higher. I feel it as your first orgasm burns through your body. I slow down, drawing out your release. I love the feel of your body convulsing around me.

As your body stops shaking with your orgasm, you say, “I need more. I’ve been a very naughty girl. Stretch my ass with your cock, I want to feel it as you cum in my ass.”

Ever izmir escort an obedient one, I pull out of your pussy, and your cream rushes out with it dripping onto the floor. I start pulling on your plug again, leaning down to run my tongue around it, lubing it up more as I slowly pull it out. Setting it aside, I run my tongue around your hole several times, letting my saliva coat your ass. Then I push my tongue into your starfish, flexing it and working it deeper.

After making sure you are adequately lubed up, I stand back up behind you, fisting my cock as I rub the head over your ass. As I start to push it in, going slowly so I can feel your tight little ring work its way over me. I run my other hand up your back, wrapping your hair around my hand. You let out a moan as your ass pulls my head inside of you. I stop there, letting you relax around me before starting to push in. Your breath comes in quick pants as you reach your left hand under you to start rubbing your clit. Feeling your ass finally relax completely around me. I rock my hips forward as I do I pull your head up with your hair, pulling you back onto me. As your head rises, you finally open your eyes, locking on my secretary directly in front of you, still rubbing her clit as she watches us. Your eyes widen as you take her in, but then you smile and wave her toward you.

She smiles as she gets up and walks toward you. When she reaches you, twirl your finger in the air. She turns around, and you put your hand on her back, telling her to bend over. She does and reaches down, pulling her skirt over her ass. You guide her back to your face with a hand on her hip, burying your face into her pussy. You moan into her, lapping with your tongue as I pick up my pace. Every time I rock forward, it pushes your face deeper into her, your moan vibrating her, making her moan. We keep that up for a few minutes. I’m trying to hold out as long as possible. You feel my cock start to jerk in your ass as my orgasm gets closer, my moans are loud, and I can’t hold back any longer. With a hard thrust, I push into your ass. My balls pull up to my body as rope after rope of my cum shoots into to you.

Hearing me cumming, my secretary pulls away from you, the cum from her orgasm slicking the inside of her legs. She comes around the desk and kneels beside us. She grabs the base of my cock, pulling it out of you. She sucks my cock into her mouth, sucking all the leftover cum out of it. Then she turns to you, her tongue running over your ass, licking my cum as it drips out of you. Covering your ass with her mouth, she makes sure not a drop goes to waste as you push it out. Getting it all, she pulls you up off the desk and locks her lips to yours, pulling you into a deep kiss. As you kiss, she pushes some of my cum into your mouth. You both make a show of it for me as you use your tongues to swap my cum back and forth.

You each swallow your cum as she takes you by the arm leading you to the bathroom to clean up. You both straighten out your skirts before leaving the room. As you head out the door, she looks at me and says, “We are keeping this one.” As the door closes, I hear you say, “I’m going to have to get more gum,” with a laugh.

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The Camera Lesson

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Photography has been an important part of my life since I was 16. A summer job funded my first serious camera purchase and before long I was picking up money taking pictures of weddings and the occasional portrait. By the time I reached college, I was selling photographs to newspapers, supporting the effort with a job in a local camera store.

The summer after my senior year became a decompression point for me. I was soon scheduled to start my first real job writing and taking pictures for the local paper but for three glorious stress-free months I worked in the camera store, went home at five o’clock and, for the first time in years, didn’t worry about the school work that I never seemed to have the time to finish. I still recall it as one of the richest interludes of my life.

I went to school in a tourist town and our camera shop days always involved selling film and photo gear to vacationing visitors. Although it is hard to recall an era before everyone had a camera phone in their pocket, the 1970’s were the early days of the 35-millimeter craze when taking nice photos meant acquiring the latest Nikon marvel fueled by miles of film stock.

We sold our share of nice cameras to visiting tourists, but none was as memorable to me as a rig that I sold one afternoon to a single woman from Connecticut.

She had a short haircut and a trim athletic figure to match, shown off perfectly in a sundress that sculpted her breasts and showed just enough cleavage to be interesting but just shy of provocative. Her name—not important here—was one of those buttoned-down New England names that seemed to drip money. She had a practiced and confident manner that I have always found attractive in içerenköy escort a woman.

As we worked through the choices of cameras, she took her time, asking more questions than I was used to hearing in a typical sale. I obliged, able to take extra time on an afternoon that was unusually slow. Finally, she settled on a high-end model, paying for the purchase with a gold American Express card.

We were wrapping up the sale when she casually said, “I will need someone to show me how to use this thing. Would you be available after the shop closes?” My stomach flipped, realizing for the first time that there might be more to her interest than f stops and film speed.

“Of course,” I answered. “Where are you staying?”

She named one of the nicer hotels and we quickly agreed to meet in a scenic area within walking distance. A few hours later, we were taking snapshots as I explained Nikon’s latest wizardry.

It was a golden evening, one of those fading days of summer followed by the first cool evenings. As the light faded, our conversation became more intimate.

She was newly divorced and vacationing alone for the first time after what she described as a difficult marriage. The haircut and sundress were part of a new look intended as a new beginning.

“How do you like it,” she asked with a sudden boldness twirling in front of me.

I liked it very much, I told her, reaching for her hand.

By now, the evening shadows had deepened, and I steered her toward a secluded formal garden where I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. She responded hungrily and we stood their exploring each other in the growing darkness.

Finally, I held ikitelli escort her away from me and asked, “Would you like to have dinner?”

“Yes,” she chirped. “But room service is what I want most.”

After an agitated walk, we were in her room. As soon as the bolt slid shut, we dropped all pretense and wildly groped each other. She seemed voracious and tender all at once. Soon, she crossed to the bed and lay on her stomach.

“I am worn out from walking,” she said. “You have strong hands. Can I convince you to massage my back and legs?”

“Let’s start with your neck,” I said, kneading her bare shoulders before kissing them slightly. She groaned pleasantly before kicking her calves into the air.

Removing her sandals, I took each of her legs in turn, working my hands from the bottom of her feet, moving to her ankles, and then finally massaging each calf, careful to stop at her knees.

“Don’t stop,” she commanded dreamily.

I responded by straddling her knees. Putting my hand around her waist and lower back as she gasped. In a moment, my hands were on her buttocks, still covered by the fabric of her dress. She groaned and rolled her hips toward me. When she did, the hem of her dress exposed the back of her thighs. Tentatively, I grasped her left thigh, working it with both hands.

“Yes! Please” she croaked pleasantly.

My hands moved to her right leg, working the muscles in long slow squeezes. She groaned. “Please more,” she said, spreading her legs slightly.

With a new directness, I moved my hands farther up her thighs until I could feel that she was not wearing any panties.

I reached through her legs and cupped my hands ılgaz escort on her vulva. She shivered and then gasped as I inserted a finger into her wet pussy. “Yes!!” she hissed.

After a few strokes, I stood and stripped out of my clothes.

She remained motionless on the bed, still covered by the sundress.

I returned to her and slowly raised the hem of her dress to her waist. She responded by rolling her ass toward me even more and spreading her legs in invitation. I entered her from behind as she gasped, “Yes! Please!”

Our coupling was surprisingly tender. She moaned, seemingly in appreciation after each stroke. I took my time and soon she groaned an orgasm.

After she came for the first time, I uncoupled and rolled her onto her back as she pulled the sundress over her head. Perched on my knees I drank in her figure: Tight perky tits, by now fully engorged. A flat tummy and, to my surprise, a shaved pussy, the first one I had ever seen.

She saw me staring and smiled, “Yes, that’s part of my new look too!”

I spread her legs and entered her again, watching as my penis spread her bare labia.

Lowering myself onto her, we kissed, and she clawed my back. Our thrusting was now urgent, no longer gentle. She met each thrust with the practiced way of a woman who had been married and knew what she wanted. It was incredibly pleasing to me,

Now, she was gasping between kisses. “God, I need that! More! Harder!”

I obliged as her moaning deepened, soon followed by little cries. Underneath me, I could feel her beginning to come. I attacked her pussy with new urgency. At the moment of my own orgasm, she threw her hips into me, arching her back and screaming, “Now! Yes! Fuck me!”

We came explosively as I collapsed on top of her, suddenly realizing that we were soaked in perspiration. Each of us lay gasping.

In a while she said brightly, “Now let’s order dinner. After you screw me again for dessert, we can go dancing.”

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Tabletop

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I watch you both from afar. I am sat in a large leather armchair. You clearly have a strong unspoken bond with her; the electricity generated as I watch, as you truss and tailor the restraints, to the legs of the solid wooden polished table or bench. Her legs bent at the knee which dangle down; soft ropes lash around her ankles and wrists, her breasts bound too; as her body is held static, tight to the table.

Your strong hands work quickly whipping the rope around her limbs and you stand back admiring your work; checking she’s ok; no undue discomfort.

I watch as you reach for clips and toys; a leather flogger; a pinwheel – just in case they might be needed. No compulsion.

I’m mesmerised; she’s beautiful. Soft, voluptuous, sensual, open now, yearning.

I look to you. “May I…?” You nod silently. And you move to sit in the seat I vacate.

You watch as I cross the room; wearing black satin underwear, nothing else.

I approach her. Drinking in the sight of her. “You’re beautiful” I whisper.

I love every part of her real raw body. I walk around the table. Her dry heels from a summer in flip flops; the blemish on the second toenail; scuffed but not noticeable until close; hairs just behind her knees were the razor missed. The mole on her thigh, the modest stripes of stretch-marks from motherhood; her pelvis proud, her tummy button, deep, alluring. Her breasts fall gentle and heavy; nipples large dark pronounced.

Collar bone; and jaw; pierced soft ears. Her lips full, kissable, pink and soft. Above her head, her arms stretched; wrists taute; the veins run through her elbows hendek escort tracing a dark purple green line to her hands, neat shorted painted nails, papery skin aged but not old.

Wrists bound. Her fingers free. I bend down and take one finger; then two fingers – index finger and middle into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around the nail beds, the knuckles; gently sucking. Suckling.

She writhes; stretched into her space. She doesn’t pull away..

My nails; longer than hers trace a long strong scratch across her left wrist; towards her armpit; freshly shaven, as I move my mouth away from her fingers. I bend my head again; my hair falls against her skin, and I inhale. She shyly recoils as I lick and breathe her sweat scent, running my face across her transferring her smells into me. At 2 o’clock from my eye-line her nipple just within biting distance, is my next target, and I suck gently first, then hungrily; nipping as I pull away. She winces. I glance at you. You’re smiling.

The scratches continue down her midriff where her waist melds with her hips. Feather like strokes now. Along her left side. Down her outer thigh to her feet. I step back. The denial of touch or sensation resets the mood for her. “What next?”

I look to you and you nod a single dip of your head. A bow. Permission to proceed.

Fingers trace up her thighs right at the crease I rest my hands. Her bum on the edge of the table creates a billowing soft cushion around her. I look; hard, intently. Like a child observes a butterfly or flower. Fascinated.

She can feel my breathe close in. And I take a strong hopa escort deep inhale of her heady smell as I approach the table, and her beautiful aroused cunt. I pause. Building my own desires and tease; swallow as I feel myself salivate and kiss; a lingering hot exploratory kiss. Lapping, eating devouring; pushing my face and nose around her wetness and smothering myself with her aroma and excitement. Messy; wet slushy sounds come from my sheer hunger as I practically french kiss this prone fragrant beautiful raw pure woman.

She moans; I find her spot. The point that makes her body tense; and push up into me. I giggle. Knowing that she’s given me her secret; and I lap; long lingering wet licks; flicking the tip of my tongue just against the spot I now know sends her wild. She moves, I’ve lost my place; so more firmly I hold her legs and hips. “You’re not getting away” I mutter. “I’ve found you now. No escape.”

She’s close… I sense her body tremble; a deep pelvic twitch that only women really know.

And I stop. She bucks; anxious desperation to cum; she’s wanton.

I twist my head to look at you again; I had been oblivious to your presence for while.

You’re stroking; proud; unashamedly hard. And with the sight of you instantly I feel my the sudden rush of wetness on my satin panties.

You stand and join me at the table. I wait for your non-verbal commands. You stand by her head; your heavy balls resting on her face and lips; your large hands grab her jaw; opening her mouth so she can suck you; smell you, taste your musk; stiffling her heavy breaths you pause your horasan escort stroking and you reach and place two silver steel nipple clasps on each and muffled by your soft ball sack gag she yelps and writhes.

I marvel at her messy wet lips watching as she glistens. Wetter and wetter.

You look at me as we book-end her stunning real body; and you pull hard on her clamps as you smother her face and shoot hot pearly streaks of cum across her body; filling her tummy button, collar bone and decorate her.

I move up her right side as we dance around the table as you move to in-between her legs and I hungrily slurp and scoop your spunk up from her trembling body; using fingers, my tongue. Capturing what I can; feeding myself.

Your face between her legs you know exactly where to suck and lick and plunge your face and fingers into her in a frenzy. She moans a heady moan as I silence her with a cum drenched kiss; her face smells of you; of her on my lips and of course your delicious cum, we share hungrily as her orgasm breaches and her hips buck and her skin pales as you grip her legs so tight; you leave an impression. Your tongue relentlessly lashes her as she cums hard into your face; as you gasp and drink every essence of her.

I step away. Mesmerised by our intimacy, the room smells of sex and sweat. Still silent I resume my seat as you kiss her; thank her and congratulate her. I leave you to untie her and ease her limbs out of the stress positions; rubbing ankle bones and wrists and removing the clamps.

She sits up and you embrace and kiss. Stroking her tangled hair; a mild tiny whimper distracts you both from the corner as I reach my own climax, rubbing wet satin hard against my own clit as I cum, in hard decadent waves.

You smile and blow me a kiss. A signal between us all. The one who catches the kiss is the next one to be tied!

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Sofia The Runner Ch. 06

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Jack stands near the mounds of Ori and Maliki’s graves, oblivious as to how he got there. The mist surrounds him, swirling with the wind. Why is he standing in the dark?

“What the hell is going on?” 

Suddenly, the wind howls and the mist shifts into a whirlwind. Jack hears Hank howling in the distance. He wails long and loud, baying at the moon in the shadows. Jack doesn’t feel fear, but he does slide his hands to his belt out of habit. He wears no belt. He is dressed in his sleeping clothes. 

“What the fuck?” 

Through the mist he sees a figure floating in his direction. He shifts his gaze and notices another. Both slice through the trees crossing paths and shape shifting. Jack’s pulse spikes. He feels naked without his weapons. Hank, his trusted companion, is not at his side. Suddenly, the wind calms. The swirling mist settles. Hank goes silent.

Jack rubs his eyes and sees Ori and Maliki floating in front of him. They seem to be healthy and complete. More so than the last time Jack had seen them. He goes to embrace them, but his arms cut through smokey vapors.  

“Jack. We come to you as a sign and to deliver a message from the ancestors of the mountain. The Elders desire to express their pleasure with your efforts to assist the runners.” 

“As for us, please understand we are not bitter. The cruelness of the world is what took us from you. We hold no grudge.” 

Jack is stunned. His mind twitches as he processes the words. He chokes up at the site of his sons. His longs for them to return to him, so he can protect them. So he can keep them safe. 

“We feel your pain father. You are free of our suffering. You did the best you could!” 

“But now this opportunity has befallen you. It is imperative that you protect and prepare the warrior Sofia, for what lies ahead. There is danger lurking outside the area of Blue Mountain.” 

Jack clears his throat and wipes his damp eyes. He speaks. 

“I am grateful to the Elders for sending you to see me. I miss you both tremendously and although I hear and accept your forgiveness, I will never be able to completely forgive myself for what happened to both of you.” 

The brothers continue. 

“Jack. The Elders have appointed us guides for you and Sofia. We are now your guardians for eternity so long as you remain on the mountain. However, it is imperative that you prepare her for the harsh realities outside this sanctuary. She is special. She has been chosen as a savior of the enslaved.” 

Jack nods his head, realizing now that his life has been coopted for this mission. 

“I accept the proposal you have presented. Please inform the Elders that I will prepare, protect, and defend this young woman with my life if so determined.” 

The brothers nod in agreement, assuring Jack they will deliver his message to the Blue Mountain Council of Elders. 

“Do not expect to see us often Jack. You may feel our presence at times. We have faith in your ability to prepare the chosen one. We have visited her in the days past, setting the course for you to guide our sister. God be with you father!” 

The wind picks up and Jack hears Hank begin to howl again. He reaches out as the haramidere escort vapors of Ori and Maliki begin to swirl. He wants to hug them. To tell them he loves them, but in an instant, they are gone. 

Jack is left standing alone at the mounds. The night is quiet. The stars are bright. The feeling of warmth surrounds him. He feels like he is being hugged, being wrapped in a warm safe blanket. He feels as if a great weight is lifted from his shoulders. He hears a twig snap and turs to see Hank standing at his side.

“I know boy, we have our work cut out for us!”

After a minute, they slowly walk back to the cabin. He quietly opens the door and Hank drops in his favorite spot. Jack’s gaze shifts to Sofia, snuggled up small in the center of their bed. He slides quietly in beside her. They sleep soundly.

Jack wakes to the aroma of bacon frying. His eyes open and he shifts onto his side, sliding up on one elbow to observe the scene being enacted before him. Sofia is a whirlwind around the hearth. Hank follows her wherever she goes. When she stops for a task, his but hits the floor and he waits patiently for her next move. 

Sofia catches Jack’s movements out of the corner of her eye. She quickly prepares a cup of coffee with a touch of cream and a teaspoon of honey. She glides across the floor and presents it to him. 

“Good morning sleepy head!” 

Jack scratches his head and takes the cup. Sofia bends over and plants a sweet kiss on his cheek.  

“If you like, go wash up and come enjoy breakfast. I have prepared a feast and Hank is getting very impatient!” 

She smiles at him and twirls. The pretty yellow dress, one that Jack brought her, flows nicely around her gorgeous legs. The picture is not lost on Jack, and he smiles, taking a big gulp of the coffee. He is incredulous and can’t belief she knows exactly how he likes it. His eyes wander to the ceiling, and he whispers quietly to Ori and Maliki. 

“Nice touch you two!” 

He scrambles out of bed and steps outside, cleaning up and returning. He he is hungry enough to eat a horse and says so, checking to see if Clyde is still outside! 

“Sofia, it smells amazing in here. Serve it up darling!” 

The warrior prepares three plates piled high with eggs, bacon, sausage, potatoes and bread. The three of them waste no time consuming the spread. Jack pushes his chair back and she refills his coffee cup. 

“Sofia, the spirits visit me last night.” 

“Oh my God Jack! Really? The same that came to me?” 

“It was Ori and Maliki together. I was shocked also as I have never been visited by the spirits before and I’ve lived on the mountain for 30 years.” 

“What did they want from you Jack?” 

“It was very special for me to see them. They expressed forgiveness to me concerning the fate they met while under my tutelage. They also delivered a message to me from the Elders of the Blue Mountain. They told me that you have been chosen special to be a warrior for the enslaved.” 

“That is what they told me too, although not in so many words!” 

Sofia giggles and shyly winks at Jack, remembering the way Maliki used her. 

“They also told hatay escort me we need to begin your training in preparation for the struggles and viciousness you will most likely encounter in your fulfillment of their prophecy.” 

Sofia nods and affirms her commitment to their venture. 

“Jack, while not completely sure about what is in store for me, I pledge to you that I will give every effort to ensure that we are successful and safe.” I owe that as a minimum to you, to the Elders, Ori and Maliki, as well as the unknown scores of victims of enslavement.” 

Jack nods and says after a moment. 

“All right Missy. Let’s get this mess cleaned up and get to work.” 

They clean up all the kitchen plates and cups and pots and pans. Jack tells Sofia to change into a pair of the britches he brought her from town. She steps outside in a pair of tight fitting deerhide pants as well as a pair of high rise moccasins made from the same material. Jack looks at her cross-eyed. 

“Where did those come from?” 

“I made them from the carcass of a dear Hank killed for us. What do you think?” 

“They are amazing and extremely sexy!” 

Sofia blushes and smiles at Jack. She has never been honestly associated with those type of words. She shivers warmly as Jack inspects her.

Jack shakes his head. He is impressed, thinking to himself.

“Is there anything this woman can’t master?” 

Jack begins Sofia’s training with ax throwing, followed by bow and arrow training, and wrapped up the first day with a bit of hand-to-hand combat. Sofia is a natural with boundless energy. Jack is most impressed by the way she is recovering. It’s only been 3 weeks since Hank ran her down. The condition she was in when he first laid eyes on her and the way she is now is like night and day.  

Jack pushes Sofia hard daily. He knows she must be able to react instantly the moment a threat presents itself. Her skills with weapons grows exponentially. The time has come for her to begin training on horseback. Sofia never rode, but just like everything else, she picks it up quickly. Clyde is gentle, strong, and sturdy.   

Jack also notices Sofia acting more affectionate towards him. Not only does she sleep in his bed, she sleeps in his bed completely nude. Jack has practiced an amazing amount of restraint with her. He is determined to avoid initiating any sexual activities and resolves that she is going to have to be the one to give the go ahead. 

It’s been 4 weeks since Sofia has experienced an orgasm. Often at night, she lays quietly feigning sleep when she is internally begging for Jack to ravish her. The spirits told to embrace her sensual being. She craves to be that woman. Her resolve is to begin that type of training tonight. 

Their day has been long. The evening rituals complete, Jack retires and sprawls into bed. He has taken to sleeping nude also, hoping to possibly spur some motivation for his bed mate. Sofia and Hank return from the river and Hank finds his spot. Hanging her weapons, she drops her clothes and slides in beside Jack. Propped up on her elbows, and stares at Jack. Doing his best to act nonchalant. He eventually says. 

“Something hayrabolu escort on your mind Miss Sofia?” 

That was all the introduction she needed. 

“Yes Jack. As a matter of fact, there is! Every night I sleep right here beside you and never once do you touch me. What is wrong? Am I not desirable to you?” 

Jack is now paying very close attention and she just provided the spark to light their fire. He props himself up on his elbow and turns toward her.  

“Sofia, that last question is absolutely ridiculous. Keep in mind sweetness, about 5 weeks ago, the first time I ever laid eyes on you, you were a mess. Now granted, your recovery and growth has been an absolute miracle.”  

“In my mind it would be very horrible for me to take advantage of you before you are ready for me to make love to you. Darling, I have been waiting for you to give me a sign for weeks.” 

“So, you really find me beautiful, and you want me to be you fuck toy?”     

Jack is shocked at her words. 

“Sophia, where did you learn those words?” 

“Oh Jack, the slavers used to use me as their fuck doll day and night. The things they would say and do to me! I’ve heard it all!” 

With that, Jack reaches over and grabs her around her waist. He drags her on top of him and kisses her hard. Her hands grasp his face, and she kisses him back hungrily. She moans and Jack’s cock slides between her legs, riding comfortably in her slot. His hands slide down her curvy sides and her grasps her firm ass. Moving his hands begind her knees, he drags them up along side his ribs, spreading her pussy wide. He feels Sofia’s moist crevice and glides his cock along her slippery crease. 

Sofia kisses him madly. She pants and shakes. Her breath hitching and her voice raspy. 

“Jack, fuck me please. I want to feel your cock inside me so bad.” 

The waiting period is over. The pent-up desires are released and none too soon.  

“Baby, you want my cock? Take it!” 

Sofia reaches down and guides his throbbing rod inside her sweet juicy pussy. She gasps loudly as half his thick member disappears inside her. Her legs grip his sides, and she pumps her ass down, driving his cock deeper in her quim. Her juices flow, and they develop a smooth sensual fucking rhythm. Jack grips her ass hard, grinding against her with each stroke. Sophia keeps up her litany of naughty talk, most of it about the way Jack’s cock feels stroking in and out of her.  

“Oh my God Jack. Fuck! Your cock is so big. Pump that beast in me Jack. I want your cum inside me baby!” 

Jack’s mind is manic. His balls rage. She continues talking and Jack’s spine vibrates viciously. He orgasms and pumps warm streams of cum deep inside her pink pocket.

As the first hot drop scorches into her cervix, she orgasms. Sofia’s pent up desires culminate in the most erotic orgasm of her life. She screams and shakes uncontrollably. Jack slides his hand up to the small of her back and presses her tightly against him, grinding her as she milks every drop of cum from him with her sweet pussy. The amount of their mixed fluids is amazing. They are both covered in their warm slippery cum. They kiss hard, their tongues playing sensually together. 

They drift off to sleep, enjoying the soothing endorphin rush. Sofia lays on top of him. Her breathing deep and steady. His hands still grip her gorgeous ass. Their first encounter a passionate success!

Hank huffs and drops off to sleep! 

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A chance meeting proves to be the perfect type.

“Is this seat taken?” I asked as I searched for an available seat. Luckily for me, the woman smiled, nodded that it was available, and silently invited me to join her. We were aboard the MTA/MARC Train that connects BWI Airport with the Union Station in downtown Washington, DC. The hour-long train ride has become a routine feature of my regular trips to our nation’s capital. And finding a seat facing an attractive woman, probably about my age, to visit with during the short train ride would undoubtedly be a plus.

The seats on this section of the train faced each other. I think the only reason someone else hadn’t already joined her was that her rollaboard was blocking the way for anyone to get in. Upon my query and her tacit acceptance, she moved her luggage so I could slide my own rollaboard in next to hers and take the seat facing her.

I was pleased that she kept eye contact with me, unusual for strangers under such circumstances. So, as soon as I was comfortably seated and arranged my legs to not interfere with hers, I said with a smile, “We must be doing the same thing.”

“What is that?” she replied amiably, maintaining eye contact and adding a friendly smile of her own.

“Flying into Baltimore and then taking the train to Washington,” I said, pleasantly surprised that she appeared willing to start a conversation. And then added, “It is usually easier than trying to get in and out of Washington National – which is a nightmare.”

She nodded her agreement, so I assumed she was probably a frequent visitor to the city. But she didn’t immediately say anything. In the semi-awkward moments that followed, I just pretended to be busy, but I kept a respectful eye on her. Like I previously said, she was likely about my age, mid-40s. I had yet to see her standing, but she appeared to be of average height, weight and build. Her hair was a little past shoulder length, dark brunette, with the slightest hints of gray, and parted down the middle. She was wearing a light gray pantsuit, very common for the time, and a white silk or satin blouse with a large collar. The blouse was loosely buttoned, as was her suit jacket, and her neck was adorned with a Gold Heirloom Woven necklace.

I quickly searched her hand for any rings, and I was a little puzzled by what was on her left ring finger. There was a gold ring, but it wasn’t what you would typically call a wedding or engagement ring. It was a thin gold band that widened on top and held a lovely dark blue opal or lapis lazuli. The stone was in a simple cabochon cut as opposed to a faceted stone that adorns most matrimonial rings. It was a beautiful piece, but just not your classic wedding band.

Assuming that she was probably not married, I began my charm offensive. “So, do you live in DC, or is this a business trip?” I inquired. I felt safe in assuming it wasn’t a vacation, as she certainly wasn’t dressed for that.

“Business,” she quickly responded, as her smile widened. “I’m heading to a training seminar at Crystal City.”

“Hey, I’m heading the same way. Well, one or two Metro stops before you. I’m heading to Pentagon City for the same.” I didn’t want her to think that I was simply following her. But we actually were going in the same direction. “I’m a civilian employee for the Navy. We have annual training seminars at the Pentagon. And then I usually have one or two additional business trips to DC annually.” I didn’t want her to think that I was a spy, or anything classified, so I quickly added, “It’s nothing top secret or sexy like that. It’s just contract administration. Boring bureaucrat stuff.” I deliberately added the word sexy to see if she would react, and when she didn’t, I assumed I was still on safe ground. “And what do you do?” I inquired.

“I’m afraid it’s nothing sexy either,” she winked. “I work for IBM in the corporate travel office, and I’m here for a training class put on by the ASTA – The American Society of Travel Advisors.” She then reached into her purse, tucked between her hip and the seat, and pulled out a business card.

I immediately drew a card of my own from my shirt pocket, and leaning forward, we exchanged them, casually allowing our fingers to briefly touch. “Ellen Brenman, IBM Corporate Travel, Armonk, New York,” I said as I read the card out loud. “And where is Armonk?”

“Oh, it’s a suburb just north of New York City,” Ellen quickly responded. “IBM moved their headquarters there probably in the early sixties. It’s close to the city – without being in the city, if you know what I mean.”

I nodded agreeably as she studied my card. It was a standard government-issue US Navy card, with my full name and office contact information, and it looked official enough, even if you’d never seen one before. She didn’t read it out loud or seem to have any questions. So, as I slipped her card into my shirt pocket, she slid mine into her purse.

“So, are you a regular traveler to the DC area?” I inquired, aiming to keep the conversation güzeloba escort going.

Now she paused for a moment, probably unsure how much information she should reveal. But I think she was already getting comfortable with me, so she shyly replied, “Well, no. This is actually my first trip here in – well, in years.”

“Are you familiar with the Metro?” I asked.

“No. Not really. I assume it is similar to that of New York City. But no, I’m not familiar with the routes or anything.”

Now, here is where I could make some points. I was no expert, as I lived in San Diego. But I’d been coming to DC ever since the subway was opened ten years earlier. So, I was pretty familiar with the overall layout and its operations. “Well, it’s pretty simple. And it’s a whole lot newer than New York’s. When we pull into Union Station, get off the train, turn left, and walk to the end of the platform. There are double sliding glass doors into the station. Go through the first set of doors and immediately turn to your right. There will be escalators going down into the Metro before the second set of glass doors.”

I took a breath to make sure she was still with me. “At the bottom of the escalators, you’ll be in a large underground plaza where you can purchase fare cards. It’s all vending machines. There are no Metro employees to help or answer questions. So, walk up to any of the vending machines, slide in a credit card, and punch in how much you think you’ll need in subway fares during your stay.”

I paused again to make sure she understood so far. But looking into her eyes, I could see that she was starting to glaze over. “The trips are generally $2.60 each. The price varies depending on the time of day. But assuming all of your trips will be during rush hour, $2.60 is a safe bet. Then how many trips on the subway do you think you might make?” She just smiled, so I continued. “Say at least one round trip from Union Station to your hotel and back. And then maybe at least one other trip into the city. So, four trips at $2.60 each. That would be $10.40. Say, round it up to eleven or twelve dollars, and you should be good. Of course, you can add money to your fare card anytime you want.”

The system of purchasing prepaid fare cards must have been similar to New York. So, I think she was still following. But what I said next, totally lost her. “Now, with your fare card, use it to go through the turnstile, down the escalators on the right-hand side and take the Red Line, two stops, to Gallery Place. At Gallery Place, you’ll need to switch to the Yellow Line, which is down one level. And the trick is to make sure you are on the correct platform to catch the Yellow Line to Crystal City. Like New York, the trains are named for the last stop on the line. I’m not sure what the name of the Yellow Line is heading south, across the river. But there are easy-to-follow maps on the walls. Just make sure you take the right escalator to the correct platform to be heading in the proper direction.” I knew I had probably confused her by now. But if she rode the subways in New York, they weren’t really that different. The Washington Metro was just a lot newer and cleaner.

“Okay?” I asked. She smiled, and so I continued. “The Yellow Line is nice because it goes over the river, not under it. That way, you get to see a little of the city, plus the Pentagon – if that interests you before it goes back underground. I’m getting off at Pentagon City – the second stop after the river. And then I believe Crystal City is the next stop.”

I paused, and with a big smile, asked, “Does that all make sense?” She didn’t say anything but just stared at me. Now, here was my chance. I took a deep breath and said, “Do you just want to follow me – I’m getting off one stop ahead of you?”

Her face lit up, and I knew I hadn’t freaked her out. “Yes,” she said with a sincere smile. “That would be very nice of you.”

Now, I was the one smiling, as I was enjoying the opportunity to flirt with an attractive woman and doing my Good Turn for the day at the same time. As the train pulled into Union Station, she immediately stood, and I got a good look at her for the first time. She was tall for a woman, maybe five-nine or ten. And for middle-aged, very well proportioned. I don’t mean big boobs; I just mean height, weight, and overall figure, an attractive, professional-looking woman.

I grabbed her rollaboard, yanked up the handle and as I passed it to her, her face again lit up with an approachable smile as she mouthed a silent thank you. From that point on, I led her off the train, down the platform, through the glass doors, and down the escalator to the underground vending machine plaza. Up until that point, I couldn’t really get a good look at her, as she was following me like a faithful puppy. But once I had purchased my fare card and I was helping her with hers, I got a much better look. And I was quickly becoming a silent admirer.

Catching the Red Line at Union Station was easy. But once we hakkari escort arrived at Gallery Place, I was a little nervous. I had so convincingly explained the route to Crystal City, I was now hoping that I didn’t get lost and make a total ass of myself. Luckily, we never made a wrong turn, and soon, we were successfully crossing the Potomac River and heading for Arlington. “So, what hotel are you staying at?” I asked, knowing that there were over a dozen within the Crystal City complex.

“The Marriott,” she answered without hesitation.

“Oh, there are two Marriott Hotels at Crystal City,” I quickly said. “There is the Marriott at Crystal City and then the Crystal City Marriott – are something stupid like that. I have no idea why they have two Marriotts, with almost identical names.”

Ellen reached into her purse and pulled out her itinerary. “Let’s see,” she said as she unfolded it and searched for the hotel’s name. “The Crystal City Marriott.”

“Okay,” I replied slowly, trying to remember which was which. “One is to the left when you get off the subway, and the other is to the right. I’m not sure which is which. So, just check the signs and make sure you follow the arrows. You shouldn’t have any trouble.”

Just then, the subway was stopping at Pentagon City, my stop, and I stood to get off. I turned to say goodbye, and she extended her hand to shake mine. I only had subway seconds, but I accepted her handshake as she said, “Thank you Dean, I would have never found this on my own.”

I’m sure that wasn’t true, as she was a professional travel advisor. But it was still sweet of her to say that. I smiled and nodded, but I had no time for any other pleasantries. I barely got off the train before the doors slammed shut, and it accelerated out of the station. Walking to my hotel, I was actually quite proud of myself. I had enjoyed a pleasant afternoon of flirting without embarrassing myself. Plus, I had helped a fellow traveler, and even though I had no expectation of ever seeing her again, I had made a new friend.

Like all government seminars, mine was as dull and boring as watching paint dry – Battleship Gray at that. I barely stayed awake during the first day. It was all stuff I’d heard a hundred times before, and to be honest, really nothing new as they had promised. I had dinner with fellow government bureaucrats that night, but I couldn’t stop thinking of Ellen. The next day, the seminar was even worse, and during the lunch break, I returned to my hotel room and looked up the number for the Crystal City Marriott. After tapping in the number, a hotel operator quickly answered, and I said with newfound confidence, “Ellen Brenman’s room, please.”

I had her full name on her business card, and I knew what hotel she was staying at. I was just hoping she wouldn’t pick up the phone, as I wasn’t sure what I would say. Luckily, she didn’t pick up, and after about six rings, it went to her room’s voicemail. “Hello, Ellen. This is Dean Ellison. We met on the train two days ago.” I was as nervous as a rat in a room full of cats. But I swallowed hard and kept talking. “Hey, I’m going into the city for dinner tonight. I have reservations at one of my favorite restaurants, and I was wondering if you would like to join me. I hope your seminar is more enjoyable than mine, and I hope to hear back from you soon.” I left my hotel phone number and my room. But to be honest, I wasn’t sure if I would hear back from her.

I wasn’t married, and I was pretty sure she wasn’t either. But that didn’t mean she didn’t have a significant other of some kind. A boyfriend, an intimate roommate, a fiancée – hell, I don’t know, a girlfriend? I know I was being paranoid, but I had never been any good at picking up chicks. And at forty-five years old, nothing was likely to change. I never went back to my seminar that day. I just turned on the TV and laid back to watch an old movie. I had just about dozed off when, in less than an hour, the phone rang. It scared the hell out of me. First because I was almost asleep, but also because I knew who it likely was.

At first, I was afraid to answer it, as I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer – just in case she was turning me down. But what was the likelihood of that? If she was turning me down, she wouldn’t be calling – she would have just not called me back. So, maybe this was good news. “Hello,” I said as calmly as possible.

“Dean, this is Ellen. You called?”

“Oh yes, Ellen. Hi, yes, I was planning on going into the city tonight for dinner. And I was just wondering if you were available to join me?” My voice faded off as I wasn’t quite sure what else to say. I had started to add, you can bring some friends if you want. But I never got that part out. And besides, I’d be okay with her bringing another woman or two. But certainly not another guy. And how was I supposed to say that?

But before I could say anything, she said, “Yes, I’d love to. When and where should I meet you?”

Oh my God, now I really had to think. halkalı escort I had not actually made reservations anywhere, and what if I ran into problems there. “Oh, how about five-thirty. I’ll meet you downstairs at the Crystal City subway station.”

“Perfect,” she said. “I’ll meet you there.” And she hung up.

Wow. That was easy. All I have to do now is get reservations for dinner. I was planning on the Old Ebbitt Grill on 15th Street. I had eaten there several times before. But it was only a block from the White House and a favorite watering hole for the movers and shakers of Washington. I looked up the number and called. I asked for a reservation for six-thirty for two, and to my surprise, this really was my lucky night.

I figured an hour would give us plenty of time, as the subway ride from Crystal City to Metro Center, the closest station to the restaurant, was likely only fifteen to twenty minutes, even at rush hour. And then a five-minute walk to the restaurant. But as I waited downstairs at the Crystal City subway station, five-thirty came and went. Then five-forty, and then five-forty-five. I started to get nervous. Did I not say downstairs in the Crystal City station? And did I not say five-thirty? I kept looking at my watch and wondering if I was being stood up. It was 1995, and cell phones had been available for six or seven years. But most people still didn’t have one. Or should I say, I didn’t have one? The Navy certainly wasn’t going to issue me one, and back in San Diego, I really had no need for one. And besides, I doubted Ellen had one anyway.

But just as I was about to go look for her, there she came. Bounding down the stairs with a spring in her step and a huge smile across her face. She was wearing a summery floral print dress of white flowers on a blue background. It was suspended by spaghetti straps, tailored at the waist, and full and free-flowing from the hips down. The bottom half swung back and forth like a metronome as she gleefully descended the concrete stairs. Obviously, I had nothing to worry about. She was just being fashionably late, as it is a woman’s prerogative. I have an ex-wife, as well as a mother and sisters. So, you would think I should be familiar with that.

Stepping off the last of the stairs, she extended her hand to take mine, and with that same smile she had exhibited so often before, she cheerfully asked, “Have you been waiting long?”

She knew exactly how long I’d been waiting, but of course, being the gentleman I am, I said, “Oh no, just a few minutes.”

The subway ride from Crystal City to Gallery Place was quick and easy, as we were going against the rush hour. However, transferring back to the Red Line for the short ride to Metro Center was your typical rush hour subway experience. But the whole trip barely took fifteen minutes, and as I had expected, it was only a five or six-minute walk to the Old Ebbitt Grill.

As we approached, the place was packed. People were literally standing on the sidewalk waiting to get in. We were several minutes early, but the sight of the crowd startled me. Holding Ellen’s hand, we weaseled our way to the hostess stand, and before she could look up, I said, “Reservation for Ellison, table for two at six-thirty.”

How she heard me over the din of the happy hour crowd, I’ll never know. But without even looking up, she grabbed two menus, and said, “This way, please.”

Weaving in and out of the crowd, she led us to a booth near the back of the dining room, placed the menus on the table, and slipped away without another word. I motioned for Ellen to take a seat, and just as on the train, I took the seat opposite her and arranged my legs to provide the maximum of comfort for both of us.

I don’t remember waiting long for our server to greet us, as almost every table was occupied. But the wait staff was hustling to flip tables as quickly and efficiently as possible, so it didn’t take long. I think I had the Bacon-Horseradish Glazed Meatloaf, a favorite of mine. And I think Ellen had one of their fish dishes. We split a bottle of red wine, as well as a dessert, and other than that, I can’t remember what we talked about, but it was a lovely dinner. I was just glad Ellen didn’t want to share a plate of raw oysters, as that is a staple of the Old Ebbitt Grill. I know many people consider oysters an aphrodisiac, but I’m afraid they would have the exact opposite effect on me. Even after twenty years in the Navy, I’ve never been much of a raw seafood eater.

When the check arrived, Ellen offered to split it, but I insisted on paying. I told her that it was on my expense account. Of course, that wasn’t true. As government employees, we get a per diem, and that’s it. But she didn’t push the issue, as at this point, I think we both were considering this to be a date. Not just friends having dinner together.

As we stepped back onto the sidewalk, I turned to Ellen and asked, “Would you like one of my famous walking tours of DC?” She enthusiastically nodded yes, and off we went. A few steps from the restaurant, we came to a traffic light at 15th and G Street. The light was turning yellow, but to get further away from the crowd, I grabbed Ellen’s hand and together we ran across the intersection. I didn’t let go of her hand for the next forty-five minutes.

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I was eighteen when Mike married my Aunty Jo. I was twenty-one when she left him for another man.

Aunty Jo was thirty-two when she married Mike and he was only twenty-six, so we teased her about her toy boy. I even called her Aunty Cougar for a while until Mike asked me not to.

Aunty Jo was my Mum’s younger sister. There was a significant age gap between them and they couldn’t have been more different. My grandparents hadn’t had a lot of money when Mum was born. They waited to have another baby till they were better off financially, hence the big age gap between the two sisters.

Gran and Gramps were so thrilled with a new baby after all those years that Jo was very indulged. She had all the things they couldn’t afford when Mum was younger. For some reason, they didn’t seem to think that this was unfair as Mum would have had them too if they’d had the money back then. So, Aunty Jo had dance lessons, horse riding lessons, swimming lessons and a new tennis racket. Mum often referred to the new tennis racket as a cause of discontent.

The odd thing was, despite Jo’s fancy lessons, it was Mum who had ability in all these areas. She was the star of the school swimming gala despite only learning to swim during her school lessons. She was a natural dancer. When, as a late teen, she took up ballroom dancing, she excelled quickly and that’s when she partnered up with my Dad. They were soon together on and off the dance floor. More recently, she started horse riding lessons and of course, was a natural. She never bothered with tennis. However, I did once find a beautiful tennis outfit in her wardrobe. It had a very tiny skirt and a brand-new racquet. She couldn’t meet my gaze when I asked her about it one breakfast time, but Dad definitely blushed.

My Mum and Dad were so in love and loyal to each other. That’s what I wanted too. In contrast, Auntie Jo was flighty. When I was younger, I heard Dad call Auntie Jo at tart in the kitchen. He was mad that she seemed to be working her way through their male friends and acquaintances.

“It’s getting embarrassing, Sue. She’ll sleep with anything. Even the gnome in next door’s garden is starting to look worried.”

Mum just laughed, “Well, she’s ruined, Nick. Mum and Dad completely spoiled her. Just be grateful you got the good daughter.”

“Oh yes, you’re very good,” said Dad. I left then as I heard giggles and kissing. I wish they wouldn’t do that when I’m in the house.

When Jo met Mike, everything changed. He was tall, with dark hair and broad shoulders. I thought he was gorgeous. Even more so because he seemed completely oblivious to it, he was quiet and shy. I thought he was wonderful. I had a huge teenage crush on him. If I could have had his poster on my wall, I would. He always looked good. If he was casual in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, they fitted him to perfection. He wore a suit for work. OMG, that man could wear a suit.

I never called him Uncle Mike unless I was teasing him. I used to wish he had a younger brother just like him. Sadly, he only had a younger sister. Perhaps that’s why I used to love talking to him. He was used to talking to teenage girls and was always interested in my opinions. Even though I was only eighteen, he spoke to me like an equal. All eighteen-year-olds think they’re grown-ups, don’t they? He talked to me like another adult and I loved him for that. He was so excited for me when I was about to start university. He had wanted to go to university himself, but his Dad died and he had to carry on the family business with his Mum. He also helped his Mum look after his sister. Consequently, he was pleased for me to have the chance.

Mum and Dad worried about how he’d cope with the wild side of Aunty Jo. He was a kind, quiet gentleman. Dad was worried that she’d walk all over him and break him. It turned out he was right.

I was at home that summer, the summer I turned twenty-one. My summer job was working at Uncle Mike’s family business. I was the receptionist and did basic office work to fill in for the regular workers. This allowed them to have time off with their children during the long summer holidays. That was Mike’s idea. That was the type of bloke he was. güllük escort Consequently, all his employees loved him. So did I, but then I always had. I got to see him every day in his suit and tie. God, he was lovely.

I wasn’t a virgin. One of the rugby players at uni had taken my cherry. He was broad and dark; I must confess he reminded me of a certain uncle. We went out for a few months in the first year until I realised that he might look like Mike, but instead of being kind and considerate, he was a total idiot, particularly when he was with his rugger mates.

Mike had once again become the star of all my sexual fantasies. When he reached over his desk to get something, I swear the sight of his trousers stretched over his bottom made me wet. I must have been flushed as Pam Woodworth, an older colleague in her late fifties, smiled and said,

“Yes, he has that effect on me too sometimes, and I am a dried-up old married lady pushing sixty. Mr Woodworth might be getting a little treat tonight on the strength of that!”

I just looked shocked but smiled at her. Hoping it wasn’t as apparent to everyone else how I felt.

It all came to a head when I heard Mum talking on the phone one Friday night.

“You’ve done what? You selfish little tart. You left a note! While I hope that works out for you and you get all you deserve, heartbreak and nothing more, you dirty bitch. I am ashamed to call you my sister.”

When I entered the kitchen, she was holding onto the work surface, trying to regain her breath.

“Well, what is it? What’s she done?” I asked.

“She’s only left, Mike. She’s off on holiday to Spain with her new boyfriend, some idiot she works with. They’ve been at it for months. He’s left his wife for her. They think they’re soulmates, perfect for each other. Two cheats together. She’ll be sleeping with a waiter before the end of the first week is up.”

“It’s poor Mike I feel sorry for,” Dad said. “I’m going to miss him. He’s been a great brother-in-law. I won’t even speak to her now or her new lover, victim, whatever you want to call him.”

“Well, Mike will still be a member of the family. We’ll see that won’t change.” I countered.

Dad just smiled, “Amy, it doesn’t work like that. As much as we like him, he won’t want anything to do with us; we’re just a constant reminder of the silly tart he married–a reminder of his mistake. We’ve seen it all before in the dancing world, all pals together, going out as a foursome and then splitting up with each other and with you. You’re a reminder of what once was.”

“We will not be losing Mike,” I said, “I’ll make sure of that. I’ll make sure that he’s still part of this family.”

With that. I grabbed my jacket and my keys.

As I was racing out the door, I heard Dad say, “How’s she going to manage that, then?”

“I couldn’t begin to imagine,” Mum snorted.

When I got to Mike’s house, everything was quiet. I found him in the kitchen, staring into space. He had an open bottle of Scotch on the table alongside the letter from Aunty Jo. He was in his shirt sleeves, his tie askew. His hair was sticking on end like he’d been pulling at it. My heart broke for him. I didn’t even say anything. I ran to him, sat on his knee and threw my arms around his neck. He cried on my shoulder. That beautiful, lovely man cried, and it broke my heart.

“Why Amy? Why would she do this? Six months they’ve been at it. His poor wife, they’ve just had a baby, you know? I thought Jo was happy. What’s wrong with me?”

“There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re perfect. It’s her. She’s a spoiled bitch. She will never be satisfied with anyone or anything. She was always a slut before she met you. She just reverted to her factory setting.”

For some reason, that made Mike laugh, “Factory setting,” he smiled, “Oh, I do love you, Amy. You always brighten my day.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

I looked him in the eye and stroked the tears off his cheek. Then I did something I had longed to do. I kissed him. Not a peck, a real kiss, a kiss with passion. I felt him resist, but only for a second. As his tongue entwined with mine, he pushed my shoulders away.

“No, Amy, we gümüşhaber escort can’t do this; it isn’t right. I’m upset and can’t use you like this. You’re my niece, for God’s sake.”

“You’re getting divorced. I’m no more your niece than you are my uncle and you know it. I’m just a woman who has wanted this for a long time and I’m not giving up my chance.”

“So, you’ve got a crush on me? I can’t take advantage of you. I won’t be that guy as much — “

“As much as you want to? Well, your mind might be telling you one thing, but judging by the big thing poking into me at the moment, another part of you doesn’t agree.”

“I’m sorry, it’s an involuntary reaction.”

“Don’t apologise. Listen, ‘Uncle Mike’, I’ve wanted you for years. I’m not a virgin and I know what I want. You’re kind and intelligent and gorgeous. So gorgeous that I have to bring spare knickers to work as I only have to see you and I get wet. Feel. With that, I rubbed his fingers over the front of my knickers. He could feel the moisture.

“Fucking hell,” he said. I had never heard him swear before.

“Oh, fuck it,” he said as he started to kiss me back.

“Oh, fuck me,” I said as his fingers travelled under my knickers and started to massage my wetness.

“Oh, I will, don’t you worry.”

He never stopped kissing me from that point on. As he plunged his fingers into my depths, he never stopped kissing my lips, face, neck, and breasts. He did that so well. I didn’t know it could feel like that. All the time he was sucking and licking my nipples, he was plunging into me with his fingers, First one, then more. His thumb grazed over my clit. Gently and then a little firmer until I was screaming into his mouth. I came louder than I’d ever come before.

“Oh God,” I said as I was coming back to Earth. “I had no idea it could be like that.”

“Oh, we’ve hardly started.” Mike smirked, “I haven’t even done this yet.”

With that, he lifted me on the kitchen side. He was pulling my knickers completely off. He opened my legs and plunged his face between them. He was amazing as he ate me. I started to come again and it was like one long orgasm. I looked down to see his handsome face between my legs. His dark eyelashes as he worked towards his goal – to ruin me for anyone else, apparently.

Eventually spent, I all but slid onto the kitchen floor to find myself staring at the large tent in his suit trousers. I undid his belt. As he placed his hands on the counter above him, I pulled down his trousers and underwear in one go. His cock sprung out at me. He was so hard, so erect. He had a bead of precum shining in the light. I licked and savoured it before licking the underside of his tip very gently. I heard him groan above me. As I opened my mouth and sucked him, I put my hands on his bum cheeks. God, they were firm and I kneaded them as I sucked in as much of his length as I could. I heard him groan above me as I started to wank his cock as I gently sucked his balls. His balls were perfect, large and full. I began gently licking over the ridge that separated them.

“Oh God, that’s so good. I’ve never. Stop, or I’m about to cum.”

Before he could finish. I put my mouth over the end of his cock. I pulled him towards me as I felt him pulse. He throbbed in my mouth as he filled it with cum. I had never done this before, but it tasted delicious. I loved it and I loved him. He collapsed next to me on the floor.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have.”

“Don’t even try to tell me that you regret it. I know you don’t. It was amazing and you know it. We were amazing.”

“We are,” He smiled. “You are. No, I could never regret it.”

“Good. Let’s go upstairs so we can be amazing again.”

He chased me up the stairs and he was hard again before we reached the top. That’s when we made love for the first time. We didn’t have sex. We made love because I loved him and I think he was only beginning to realise that he loved me too.

He carried on kissing me as he put a condom on.

“Don’t make me wait. I want you inside me,” I begged.

He plunged into me; I felt so full. He was so passionate. He never stopped kissing me. As he moved into me, his güngören escort gentle thrusts became faster the more I moaned.

“Let me go on top,” I gasped. “I want to make love to you.”

We rolled together and I rose above him. Now, controlling the depth and pace, I leant forward and he kissed my breasts as I rode him. All the time, that talented thumb of his massaged my clit as I came again.

God, he had stamina. I felt him get even harder within me as his thrusts from beneath became ever more urgent.

As he came. I did, too, with one final orgasm. I collapsed to his chest, holding him till our breathing regulated.

“Aunty Jo is even more stupid than I thought for giving that up. It was amazing.”

He gently stroked my cheek, “Maybe that was the problem. It was never like that with her.”

“Really?” I murmured, “But you are so good.”

“With you, I’m good. With her, I was OK. You and me together – amazing.”

I lifted myself off his chest to look at him. He was unrecognisable as the sad man I had found when I arrived. The grin spread across his face.

“I should be apologising. I should be ashamed of taking advantage of you, but I’m not.”

“I took advantage of you; I’ve wanted you for so long. I saw my opportunity and I took it. I think I might be a predator.”

Mike laughed at this and held me tighter.

“You do know,” I whispered as he fell asleep. “I’m not letting you go.”

We slept entwined together and that’s where Aunty Jo found us the following morning, still in each other’s arms.

“You little bitch. I’ve only been gone a night; I’ve come back home to make things right with my husband and my slutty little niece has moved in. You husband stealing whore.”

I laughed, “You are the queen of those, so you should know.”

Mike laughed, too, “Thanks for the note, Jo. That was a classy way to end a marriage. You couldn’t even tell me face to face. Lover gone back to his wife and baby?”

Jo didn’t answer, but the look on her face showed that this was the truth.

“So, did you think you’d return to the backup plan? You thought I’d be so devastated to lose you that I’d forgive you. Well, dream on Jo. Pack what’s left of your stuff and get out.”

“This is my home!”

“Yes, but it’s my mother’s house and she doesn’t want you in it. As for Amy, she’s not a husband-stealing whore, like you. I wasn’t your husband to steal. You threw me away. Don’t you ever call her a whore again. I only know one of those, and I’m looking at her.”

“I’m willing to be a whore for Mike whenever and wherever he wants,” I said, staring her out.

“He’s amazing and I can’t believe you’d be stupid enough to leave him. I will never make that mistake. Oh, and don’t try to spin this with the family. ‘Little Amy stole my man. Poor, poor Jo’. I’ve kept the letter you left, so I’d tread very carefully if I were you. I will happily share it with Granny and Gramps if you don’t play nice. As you’re now homeless, you might need their help or their spare room at least.”

Aunty Jo started snatching up her things before she stormed out.

“Jo,” shouted Mike. “Don’t forget to leave the keys to the Beemer on the hall table. It is in my name, remember? You best wait for your cab outside.”

Many years later, my daughter seemed shocked to learn she had a Great Aunty Jo in Spain that she’d never heard of. I told her the story of how her Dad and I got together but missed out on the lovemaking. That wouldn’t be appropriate for a mother/daughter chat, even if your daughter is twenty-five with a little boy of her own. That being said, she was always aware of the continuing passion of her parents.

“It’s embarrassing,” she used to complain when she was a teenager and she caught us canoodling in the kitchen. “All my friend’s parents are divorced or don’t like each other. But you two? Yuck!”

She said nothing for a while until she laughed and said, “So, you married your uncle.”

“Well, technically, I suppose I did,” I mused.

At that point, Mike came into the kitchen and kissed his two favourite ladies on the head as he passed us.

“Dad, Mum’s been telling me how you two got together. Do I have to call you Great Uncle Mike now?”

Mike laughed and said, “Only if you want to break my heart, sweetheart; being your Dad is one of my biggest achievements. Alongside keeping your Mum happy, of course.”

After she’d left, Mike led me upstairs to make me happy again — twice.

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It’s been two weeks since we’ve been alone together in the same space. Our last business trip to Bath had taken an interesting turn. Well, interesting for me, but seemingly distressing for him. He doesn’t know how to treat me anymore. I see the way he has to forcibly deflate himself every time he sees me.

He felt bad about the distance between us, I could tell. I had been his assistant for just over a year now. In that year our working relationship quickly became a friendship. For me that friendship turned into a crush, an intense, soul gripping crush. He’s not available and I know that. It should put me off, it should make me sad, it should make me feel a lot of different things but all I feel is attraction and desire. And since Bath that dynamic has shifted, he’s felt the need to pull back, I know how his mind works, he thinks he’s led me on. Thinks he’s done something to tempt me and given me the wrong signals. He hasn’t… well he has tempted me, but the signals have all been clear, and he hasn’t misled me.

He wants me, that’s not the issue here. The issue is that he’s a good man, too good to do what we both want. Too good to let go and say yes. He’ll feel like he’s taking advantage of me. A young, impressionable, career driven girl that works for him… works under him.

Yes, I’m young, but I make my own choices and set my own pace. I know what I want and I’m going to get it.

And now I knew I had an in after what happened in Bath two weeks ago.

***Two weeks earlier ***

We were stood in front of our hotel rooms in Bath, but I had packed too many bags and needed help. Tim being Tim had kept his luggage light and simple, I on the other hand had brought all of my clothing choices. Ever the gentleman, he helped bring my bags in. I offered him a drink and to re-run through our plan for the meeting the next day. In effort to find my copy of the agenda I started going through my bags and again Tim offered to help. I knew where the agenda was, It was in my handbag neatly tucked away in a plastic wallet labelled “Bath Agenda and Site Info”. I just wanted to get a reaction, to gage my next move really. I directed him to my rose gold suitcase containing all my more delicate items. When he opened the suitcase, his face went bright red, his Adam’s apple bobbed and his dark wash jeans tightened ever so slightly.

That told me everything I needed to know. He had stumbled across my bras and very skimpy, very lacey panties. Each unfolded but put together in their matching pairs. I had read somewhere that 80% of men were more turned on by matching underwear than not matching. So I was careful when packing.

“Oh, erm, I don’t think I’ll find it in this bag. Where else could it be?” He said through what can only be described as a strained voice.

“I’ve looked everywhere else, and I’m checking my handbag now but I think it’s got to be there so please keep looking through it” I replied.

It took all my will power to not smile widely at him as I said it. I knew what he was going to find.

I sat at the desk with my handbag, pretending to go through it, I had the mirror angled just right so I could see his face as he found it. And he did. The box and remote for the Bluetooth clitoral stimulator and vibrator I’d had fitted inside me at the time and lodged against my clit. His eyes went wide, his tongue had practically fallen out of his mouth. He let out an audible gasp.

“Everything alright Tim?” I ask coyly

“Erm it’s not in this bag Phoebe. Maybe you lost it?” he answered.

I could see him still holding the box, he inspected it and looked inside. He had now discovered it was empty. Tim was smart, he knew what this was going to be, but he was going to resist, and I respected him for that. But I was a dark princess, and I wasn’t going to end that night without getting what I wanted.

“I found it! Brilliant we can get started now!” I exclaimed as I walked toward him.

He was still kneeling on the dark grey carpet next to my suitcase, still holding the box, but now he had the remote in his other hand. I could see his thumb hovering over the little plus sign under the clit label of the remote. I had purchased the best on the market, 18 speeds gölbaşı escort and settings, simultaneous clit and vibrator usage, long range Bluetooth connection, water proof, all the bells and whistles it could possibly have.

I don’t think he had even noticed me standing behind him over his shoulder, he was enthralled by the device, reading the instructions on the back of the instructions. I could see the wheels spinning in his head, trying to figure out how to confirm if I was really wearing the device.

I was done being patient and subtle. Subtlety had done nothing for my agenda so far.

Over the past few weeks my skirts had gotten shorter, my blouses lower, I was consistently wearing the perfume he always complimented when I wore it. It was called Rare Onyx, it was deep tones of amber and rose, it felt like sex in the autumn and I knew he loved it. He picked up on it every time I wore it. I had been wearing my natural hair every day because he had mentioned how pretty I looked the first time I came to work without braids or a wig. My office was adjoined to his, and the only way to get to his office was through mine. I knew he could hear me through the walls, so on a few choice occasions when we had been working late, I had locked the door to my office and masturbated loud enough for him to hear. I even purposely left my used panties hanging out of a drawer in my desk.

I knew he had taken them because they weren’t there when I had returned. That night I masturbated harder than ever thinking that he had gone home, snuck into his bathroom and made himself cum into those panties, thinking about me, about how the panties had gotten so wet.

But even after all that, he still hadn’t jumped. I had to make it clear to him that I wanted him. I wanted his strong arms around my body, his lips on mine, his tongue on my nipples.

God, I needed him. Desire and passion were all I felt when I looked at him.

It didn’t help that he absolutely dominated our meeting earlier that day. He just commanded the room, everyone paying attention to him and hanging on to his every word was so erotic. Seeing him having that hold on the people in that room was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Thank god I wore a long blazer, because I know there was a wet patch on the back of my skirt.

“Yes.” I said to him simply.

It was only then that he noticed I was so close to him. He jumped a little and dropped the box, but the remote was still firmly I his grip. So firmly that his thumb pushed the plus sign. Immediately I felt the slight gently buzz of the toy on my clit. I couldn’t help but release a soft moan. You could hear the toy buzzing away at my clit. All too soon though the sensation was gone. He had pushed the minus button and turned the toy off. A little whine of disappointment.

He realised then that he had confirmation. I was wearing the toy. In that moment I think he found his footing and composure. He regained his control of the situation. He stood up, towering over my short 5″3 frame. His eyes bore deep into mine, remote still in hand he led me to the little sofa in the room adjacent to the desk.

“You said yes. Yes, to what?” he asked, now so nonchalantly. Almost coolly. I couldn’t help but be turned on by his complete change in demeanour. It was like the sound of me moaning flipped a switch in him.

“Yes, I’m wearing the toy.” I whispered back

“I think we’ve gathered that, Phoebe. You wanted me to find the remote?” He questioned as he hit the plus button twice. My breath hitched instantly; I pressed my thighs together to try to relive the ache a little bit. But his large touched my thigh, firmly and separated my legs. This was the first time he had touched me on more than just the arm or the small of my back. I could have cum there and then.

All I could do was nod in response.

“You’ve been teasing me for weeks now. Why?” he questioned again and increased the power on the toy.

“I want you.” That was all I could say without moaning again.

“You want me? So you’ve been dressing sexier?” he asked, now adding the internal vibrator to the mix. I don’t know what setting he had it on anymore. I couldn’t focus, but the gölcük escort vibration was intense.

“Yes, I wanted…” I moaned “… I wanted you to want me too.” I breathed.

“And the panties?” he smirked as he asked. He already knew why. He was torturing me. I knew the game we were playing now. He wanted his questions answered, and he would up the pressure and settings of the toy with each question. Lowering my inhibitions (as if they could get lower) to get the truth from me.

“I came in them…” the pressure of the toy was becoming too much for me. I needed his touch on me. As if he could hear my thoughts. He stepped closer to me on the sofa and dragged the desk chair with him. He sat down across from me but close enough for me to reach all of him. He looked at me for a second, as though trying to decide his next step.

His hand finally settled on the top of my blouse, a devious smirk overcame his face, and he just pulled my top down. I heard the rip; he had quite literally ripped my blouse from my body. It was cheap and flimsy anyway, but I had worn it knowing you could see the fabric of my bra, and tight bud of my nipples.

Now I was sat on the sofa, skirt still on, blouse ripped open and revealing my dark purple lace, half cup bra. It was too sizes too small for my F cup breasts, but I wanted them heaving when he finally saw them. And heaving they were. My breath was so fast paced from the toy that my breasts were essentially bouncing from my breathing alone. His fingers grazed the fabric of the bra, as though he was studying it.

“Too pretty to ruin.” Was all he said before he pulled the bra lower, revealing my full heavy breasts. My nipples here taught and hard and oh so sensitive. He increased the toy yet again. His fingers moved to my left nipple, he tugged hard but sensual. Shockwaves went straight to my now drenched cunt. I went to put my thighs together again, but he was too quick for me. This time his hand was much higher on my thigh. Mere inches from my pussy. So close that I knew he had touched some of my wetness. His hand went higher, so high now that he had pushed the vibrator deeper into me as he increased the settings. I was close now. His touch was sending me out of orbit. I had no control.

Here I was in my hotel room, with my boss that I’ve wanted for months. Breasts out, cunt leaking, and being controlled by him. It was everything I had wanted for weeks. Everything I needed from him. He removed his hand from me, left his chair and joined me on the sofa.

“You are going to cum on my fingers, my thumb on your clit, my fingers inside you wet tight cunt. Do you understand. No more toys. Nod if you understand” his voice commanding like it was in the meeting.

I nodded. I couldn’t even fathom attempting to speak.

“Good girl.” I whimpered hard when he said that. My pussy gushed a fresh load of juice at that.

He unzipped my skirt and pulled it off my body with my panties and fully removed my blouse. I was now on the sofa with the man of my dreams, in just my bra holding up my exposed breasts. It was everything I’ve wanted.

He spread my thighs even wider and slowly removed the toy but upped the settings to the max before he did it. I was one stroke away from making the ultimate mess.

He started kissing my lips, gently at first, not touching any sensitive areas. He dominated our kiss; he was taking my mouth. Fucking my mouth with his strong tongue. As he kissed me deeper, his hand cupped my breast, alternating between them, pulling, pinching, squeezing and tugging. I couldn’t help but start working my hips against the sofa, I needed release. He pulled away from our kiss and started kissing his way down my jaw, my neck and then to my breasts. He chuckled softly against them.

“Is my greedy little baby wanting to cum?” he was mocking me, and I knew it. But why was it so god damn hot.

“Please Tim” I begged, working my hips even faster.

“Tell me why you did all this?”

“Please Tim, please let me cum. I’m so close. Please.” The pleads were all I could get my brain to process.

“Tell me, and you’ll get to cum.” He said simply. Like anything about this was simple. I was under his gölhisar escort control, where I had wanted to be. I was so close to being fulfilled and he wanted me to answer a question I had already answered? Was he getting off from torturing me? He must be punishing me for toying with him all this time.

He went back to sucking and kissing on my breast and nipples. Clearly saying I would get relief until he got an answer.

“I told you… uh… Tim… I want you. I always wanted you. Your hot and sexy… fuck… smart and you make me so horny. You know… this…please.” I moaned out to him.

“No.” was all he said

“No? What do you mean no?” I questioned. He ignored me, went back to sucking on my tits like it was his last meal. My nipples would feel raw in the morning and I was already craving the memory of him.

“Please…” I tried one last desperate plea. He released my right nipple with a soft ‘plop’ sound.

“You don’t want me.” His hand now finally working their way towards my pussy.

“Yes I do!” I exclaim as his finger slides easily inside my wet cunt. The feel of him inside me for the first time was indescribable. I had never felt such pleasure. His thumb was strumming up and down my slit, purposely avoiding my clit.

“You don’t want me, Phoebe. Its more.” He says. More? More? I don’t think I could want him anymore than I do. His beautiful body that I’ve dreamt of sweating over me multiple nights. It doesn’t help that he works out before coming in the office so he’s all sweaty when he walks in and heads to the company showers.

“What’s more?… Please… stop teasing…. Let me cum” I beg him. I’ve never begged for anything in my life before. Not for a job, a man, money, nothing. But here I was, begging this man to let me cum on his fingers.

“You don’t just want me. You need me. You need this. Me controlling your body, having you vulnerable, desperate, wet. God its like a fucking slip and slide here. How are you so tight Phoebe. How is my filthy little baby so tight and wet for me. Say you need me. Confess!”

He was right. I need him, I’ve needed him for a long time. More than just sexually, I need his company and his jokes and hour long rants about rugby and the tour de France. I need to hear him complain about putting on workshops and to hear him talk about the progress of his gym competitions.

I need him.

“I need you! I need you so desperately… please please please!”

“Good girl” with that he thrust in two more fingers and used his other hand to rub hard and fast on my clit, his tongue back on my nipples. Shockwaves from all angles.

I could feel that pressure deep in my stomach building, my wetness was dripping down my thighs, I could feel the cool air of the AC against it.

His fingers were pumping deep inside me as I was grinding my hips down hard on them.

My clit had never been so sensitive and swollen. I could feel it coming, I was cumming.

“I’m cumming, fuck… Tim…cum…Aaaaahhhhhh”

My hips bucked hard and fast, he bit gently on my nipple. My orgasm washed over me stronger than ever before. He kept fingering me, pressing on my clit as I rode the wave of my orgasm.

I was out of breath, slightly in shock and so happy and relieved. He finally pulled his fingers out of me, my thighs still spread wide. He licked his fingers clean and groaned.

The pleasure I felt from him loving my taste made me dizzy. I wanted him to feel as good as he had made me feel. My hand went to the zip of his smart navy blue trousers, but he gripped my wrists and moved them away.

“Tonight was about you, your pleasure. Seeing you come apart. Making you feel fulfilled. You don’t have to do anything more. You are still my employee, and I can’t corrupt you further. ” he stated.

I opened my mouth to respond but before I could he kissed me one more time and swiftly left the room. I knew then that he wasn’t going to let us happen again or go further. But two months ago he wouldn’t have stripped me down and made me cum like a whore on his fingers.

The next morning we met in the lobby downstairs as we had agreed prior to the events of the night before. I tried to bring it up in the taxi but he made sure all our conversations were strictly professional.

He took a week off work after and then worked from home the following week.

***Present day***

He’s been avoiding me for two weeks, but that ends tonight, and it ends with him in my mouth.

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Rainy Day Delight

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I was hoping to do yard work but rain changed my plans. So I figured I could use this time to begin watching some new (to me) vintage pornos I recently bought. I was just sifting through my options when I was interrupted by a phone call. It was my new neighbor, Terri. She used to live across town but moved-in next door about a month ago. Terri asked if I might be be willing to help her move some furniture and boxes. Since my yard work got rained out and I had not yet begun to watch my pornos I told her I’d be happy to come over.

Even though it was raining it was still summer in the south, so it was hot. I was wearing gym shorts and a tee shirt but knew Terri would not mind so, I went as-is.

I actually met Terri many years ago (friend of a friend) and we quickly became fast friends. We share a robust and slightly risqué sense of humor, especially when it comes to sexual innuendos and word play. We were also both big flirts.

I arrived in about 10 minutes. We exchanged our customary hugs as she greeted me at the door. We made a little small talk and she thanked me for coming.

Trying to be funny, I quipped, “Cumming? I actually haven’t yet because you interrupted my plans… but I’m hoping that after we finish-up here I’ll put my new pornos to use to do so several times!”

Terri laughed out loud and pretended she did not understand what I had just said as she playfully smacked my crotch and said, “Come again? Get it? Cum again!”

I laughed as I replied, “If you do that several more times, Terri, I might just start now!”

Terri fired back, “Don’t tempt me with a good time!”

We laughed hard for several minutes. After a quick tour of her new place, she walked me to the back den where she needed my help. As I mulled over what just occur ed, I felt my cock begin to stir.

Terri wanted to begin with moving a bunch of boxes into her attic. I helped her move them from the den to the hallway where the pull down ladder was located. As we moved the boxes, I could tell from the lovely sway of her tits that Terri was braless. That was not really uncommon for her, just noteworthy because she has fairly large boobs with large nipples that always seem like they are trying to tear themselves free from her shirt.

Terri preferred to be the one on the ladder so she could place the boxes where she wanted them in her attic. This meant it was my job to lift the boxes up to her. I soon discovered that this was great place to be because each time Terri reached upward, her loose fitting tee shirt road up presenting me with fabulous views of the undersides of her full breasts!

Her house had air conditioning gölyaka escort but the attic space did not, and since it was already hot outside, it was even hotter in the attic. It only took us about 20 minutes or so to move the boxes but that was more than enough time for Terri’s tee shirt to become semi transparent from her sweat. It also meant that after stepping back down into the coolness of the air conditioning, her trademark pokey nipples were now standing fully erect. Now big boobs are great, but large, sensitive nipples are an especially big turn-on for me!

While we paused in her kitchen for a glass of lemonade, I attempted to insert more humor by asking her if it was dark in her attic?

Caught off guard by my non-sequitur, Terri queried, “Dark in my attic? Huh?”

“Because your headlights are on!” I said as I playfully poked one of Terri’s prominent, protruding nipples!

Terri laughed and said, “I almost forgot about your infatuation with nipples! You stare at them every time I come over to swim!”

“Well, in my defense, you do have great nipples, Terri!” I replied.

Terri then pulled the front of her shirt up and held it there as she laughed, “Go ahead and take a picture of them then and consider it payment for helping me!”

Never one to shrink from a challenge, I quickly pulled my phone from my pocket and snapped several pictures.

Terri lowered her shirt and grabbed my phone to see the results. She smiled and laughed saying, “Not bad but between my laughing and your hands shaking, all these pictured are blurry. Come on over here where the light is better and we’ll try it again!”

I was slightly stunned but gladly followed Terri’s lead as she moved over a few steps before proudly raising her shirt again to prompt me to begin my photographic do over.

After I finished snapping pictures, Terri lowered her shirt and grabbed the phone from my hand as she said proudly, “Oh yes, those are keepers!”

I took my phone back, looked at the pictures, and replied, “Mmm Hmm! I like these much better!”

Terri tapped lightly on the large bulge in the front of my shorts, as she laughed, “Oh, I can clearly see that you do, stud!”

I smiled and said, “Busted!”

Terri spun to face me, cupped her breasts and jiggled them several times as she said, “Busted? Why yes, I certainly am! Thanks for noticing!”

We laughed again! We spent the better part of an hour rearranging furniture, pausing briefly from time to time to vacuum and scrub some light carpet stains. At one point, Terri was down on all fours to scrub one small particularly stubborn stain. The görükle escort combination of her angle and the motion of her actions had her magnificent breasts swaying freely from her crop top shirt. It also presented me wonderful glimpses of her sexy thong beneath her loose fitting shorts.

After we finished getting things arranged the way Terri wanted, we put away the cleaning supplies. While not nearly as sweaty as before, Terri’s face was nonetheless once again glistening from all the activity, so she nonchalantly pulled her shirt up and used the bottom of it to mop her brow.

Seeing the look of shock on my face Terri gave me a wink and said wryly, “What? It’s not like you haven’t seen ’em before!”

I cheerfully exclaimed, “That is very true, and I’m still a big fan!”

Terri pointed at my bulging erection and said, “Oh, I can clearly see what a BIG fan you are!”

I chuckled, grabbed my cock through my shorts to playfully shook it up and down at her.

Terri giggled, “Speaking of hard, can I interest you in a hard drink for all your efforts?”

“Yes, ma’am, that’d be great.” I replied.

Terri is very expressive and often uses her hands while talking, and in the process of flailing her arms about as she finished a story, she accidentally whacked her hand against a nearby cupboard.

“Fuck me!”, Terri yelped, more out of surprise than pain!

“Oh, all right, if you insist!”, I said in a silly voice as I pantomimed pulling down my pants and pivoting my hips in an overly exaggerated, Ace Ventura type fucking motion!

Terri sprung forward, grabbed me by the crotch and dragged me to her bedroom as she said, “In that case, I do insist! I haven’t had sex in nearly a month, and I’m horny! You’ve been poking that monster at me through your shorts all afternoon. It’s high time I put that big thing to use for the both of us!”

As we entered her bedroom there was a blur of fabric as we each shed our clothes. She sat on the edge of her bed, grabbed me by the hips, and hungrily stuffed my cock into her mouth. I reciprocated by fondling her large, full tits and pointy nipples.

After a few minutes, Terri reclined back onto the bed and I bent down to lick her pussy but she said, “No! There’s no time for that! I’m already wet and I’ve been staring at that thick cock for hours! I want it in me NOW!”

Ever one to please, I eagerly climbed onto the bed to join her. I grabbed her by the backs of her knees to throw her legs forward and farther part as I drove my swollen cock hard into her hot, wet pussy. I had never fooled around with Terri before but I have definitely fantasized göztepe escort about it!

I fucked Terri hard and fast for several minutes before changing-up my pace to more slowly pull my cock nearly all the way out before pushing it part of the way in multiple times to drag the bulbous head of my cock repeatedly against her engorged clit.

Terri responded by arching her head and neck backwards as she exploded into a wet, wonderful orgasm. She then repositioned us so she could ride me cowboy style. This new position allowed her to control the pace and allowed me to more fully explore her beautiful bouncing titties. Her nipples were huge and she would occasionally suck one into her mouth while leaving the other for me to play with and suckle! As she bounced up and down, her copious juices kept my shaft well-lubricated.

I grunted and growled with pleasure.

A few minutes later Terri repositioned yet again by spinning around into a reverse cowboy position. As she continued fervently impaling herself on my cock, I inserted a saliva lubricated thumb inside her delightful round ass.

Terri soon came hard!

Shortly afterwards I announced that I was going to cum soon too!

Terri pulled off me and positioned herself onto her back and told me to straddle her so I could cum between her tits.

I eagerly straddled her and slipped my cock into her bountiful cleavage.

Terri then used her hands to squeeze her tits around my cock as she cheered, “Fuck my big ‘ol titties and spray your cum all over me!”

As I thrust forward I was occasional able to ram the tip of my cock against her mouth. She took the hint and opened her mouth to greet my future thrusts.

After several moments I growled, “Get ready, I’m going to cum!”

Teri purred seductively, “Yes! Cum on me! Cum all over me! Cover me with your cum!”

And cum I did! I blasted several cum ropes across her bodacious breasts, neck, face, and hair. Still spasming, I scrambled-up and forced my cock into Terri’s mouth to let her taste the last few blasts of the fabulous orgasm she had blessed me with!

Just like one of those great old 70s pornos, Terri sucked my cock and then playfully rubbed it all over her face as she purred and moaned with glee! That was so fucking hot!

Terri told me to fetch my phone, turn on the camera, and hand it to her. She then took several selfies of her face and tits covered with my cum before handing the phone back to me. She the told me to keep taking pictures as she scooped the cum I splattered all over her into her hungry mouth.

I knew Terri was a flirt but I was thrilled to learn she was also quite the sexual freak!

Terri thanked me for all my help. She also said now that we were neighbors I should definitely come again.

I winked and said, “When I look at all the great pictures from today, I have no doubt I will.. cum again… and again!”

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“Dammit, Chris, I don’t have time for this today!” James ended the call and tossed his phone onto the passenger seat next to him, scanning the road ahead for somewhere to flip a U-turn. He was late for work and was only going to be later now because of his brother’s fuck up. “Why can’t you ever remember your shit?” He mumbled aloud to no one. Normally picking something up for his brother wouldn’t be a big deal – they lived close to one another and if he was being honest with himself, Chris was James’ best friend. But today he didn’t feel like seeing Olivia, didn’t feel like enduring that specific brand of torture at 8:15 A.M. on a random Tuesday.

He found a spot to turn around and began driving the familiar route to his brother’s apartment, muscle memory taking over, allowing his mind to wander. Images of Olivia swam in his vision, unbidden and (mostly) unwanted. Olivia in a bikini by the pool last summer when they had all gone on a family vacation to Mexico – her tits straining against the thin fabric of her woefully inadequate top. Olivia bending over to get something out of the oven on Christmas (James had needed to excuse himself to the bathroom after that particular sight). Olivia stepping out of the shower, every inch of her soft, supple body covered in tiny beads of water, steam rising from her golden skin… ok, that one was fabricated by his brain, he hadn’t actually seen it with his own eyes, but his dick didn’t know that.

“Fuck, James, stop it,” he chided himself. “This has got to stop. Now. Obsessing over your brother’s fianceé cannot possibly end well, for any of us. She’s not interested, and even if she were, it’s too late.” Saying it to himself, out loud, felt like a promise. Maybe he could finally put this stupid crush behind him.

+++

Olivia was late. Again. “Shit, shit, shit! Where did I put my earrings?” she muttered under her breath, running frantically from room to room, glancing at every surface trying to spot a glint of gold. She finally spied them on the kitchen counter and ran across the apartment in her underwear to grab them.

She had just closed her hand over the delicate jewelry when she heard a key in the lock just a few feet away from where she was standing. “Chris? Is that -” her voice died in her throat as the door opened, revealing not her fiancé Chris, but instead, his brother James.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she cried out, hugging her arms across her naked chest as James entered the kitchen/dining room/living room of the apartment she shared with his brother.

To his credit, James did look genuinely shocked and apologetic. He rushed to cover his eyes, but not before Olivia noticed a look of appreciation in them. “I’m sorry!” He shouted hastily (and way too loudly, she thought). “Chris didn’t tell me you’d be home, I promise! I’m just here to grab his laptop!” he said, and his voice sounded so panicked that Olivia softened. She still kept her arms over her breasts, but she was nicer when she spoke again.

“Sorry, you just scared the shit out of me. Turn around, I’m going to run to the bedroom.” she said, making sure he followed orders before walking back down the hallway. “I shouldn’t be here, actually, I’m running late,” she called behind her.

“Ah,” said James. It was all he could force out, as the agony of being in the same room as she was while almost naked seemed to have robbed him of all saliva. Or coherent thought. His brain was a buzzing, pulsing, useless mass of goo in his skull. He desperately tried to think about his grandma, or baseball, or what gerze escort he had once learned SOHCAHTOA stood for in trigonometry class in high school.

James was still standing with his back turned and his hand over his eyes when Olivia emerged from the bedroom, Chris’ laptop and charger tucked under her arm. “Here ya go,” she said. “I’m decent now, you can turn around,” she added when James didn’t budge from his spot.

When he turned around and uncovered his eyes, his brain once again went into overdrive. I ‘d hardly call that decent, he thought, and his pulse quickened. His brain was dead-set on making his dick a problem. He shifted slightly, trying to make sure the bulge wasn’t obvious. She had thrown on a bathrobe but it was too short and too tight, and her breasts (which were even fuller and more magnificent than he had ever dreamed) strained against the thin material. His eyes lingered a moment longer than was appropriate.

She should have been mad, but something about the combination of his pained look and the bulge he was so obviously trying to hide was oddly endearing. “Sorry again for yelling,” she said meekly.

James shook his head. “No, don’t be, I should have texted you. Or at least knocked. I’m really sorry,” he said, and the genuine look of apology on his face softened Olivia’s heart even further.

He reached out to take the laptop from her and their hands brushed in the exchange. Instant tingles and little jolts of electricity shot from the tips of his fingers, straight to his dick. He was harder than he’d ever been in his life, within seconds. He actually stumbled a little, and Olivia laid a soft hand around his upper arm to steady him. Their eyes met and in that moment, he knew that not only had she seen what she did to him, but she had felt it, too. James looked into her eyes, and saw that her pupils were dilated. He let his gaze wander lower, to her flushed cheeks and neck, lower, to where her hard nipples strained against the thin fabric of her robe.

Time stood still for what seemed an eternity. The air in the small apartment grew heavy and thick with sexual tension. Neither of them moved. James opened his mouth to say something, anything to break the silence, but at the same moment, Olivia stepped forward so that she was directly under him, her head tilted up, eyes cloudy with lust. Without thinking, James leaned down and their mouths met. All thoughts evaporated from his head. There was only Olivia, and her hands were all over him now, peeling his shirt off his chest and over his head.

The laptop dropped, forgotten, to the tile floor, another casualty of this ill-fated moment.

Before either of them could process what was happening, they were in the living room, and Olivia was pushing James onto the couch. He sat, dumbstruck, his erection moments away from bursting through his zipper, his eyes fixed on the object of his unquenchable lust. She was standing in front of him, pulling at the tie that held her robe closed. It wasn’t much of a strip tease, since she wore nothing underneath, but that didn’t diminish James’ enjoyment in the least. Her breasts were even more perfect than he remembered, large and heavy yet firm and as perky as they could be at that size. His mouth watered at the sight, and he wanted nothing more than to suck and lick every inch of her supple flesh.

As soon as he had thought it, his wish was coming true. Olivia stepped forward and positioned her knees on either side of his, climbing into his lap, resting her arms on his shoulders so that giresun escort he was eye-level with her perfect tits. “Go on,” she said in a silken whisper, “I know what you’re thinking about.” Her words spurred him on, and his hands shot up to grasp and fondle her perfect body. His thumbs brushed over her sensitive nipples, sending a shiver down her spine. She arched her back so that her breasts jutted forward, and he took her nipples into his mouth, first the left, then the right, until she was squirming and panting in his lap.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” James groaned. “I can’t believe this is happening.” He was dangerously close to cumming in his pants if he didn’t get this under control. Reluctantly, he pulled his mouth away from Olivia’s nipple (forcing himself to ignore the sad little sigh she gave when he mouth was no longer in contact with her skin), and guided her to sit next to him while he shucked off his jeans and underwear. As soon as it was exposed, her eyes instantly went to his impressive erection. James was happy to see a look of mingled awe and hunger in her face, and as if in response, a single bead of precum leaked from the painfully engorged head. She licked her lips.

“Yum,” she said simply, and no other words of praise could have possibly made him harder.

He stood up and loomed over her where she sat on the couch, her legs spread, eyes unfocused as she gazed up at him. He held his rock-hard cock in his right hand and gently, slowly stroked it. Olivia was in a lust-filled haze watching him. Precum flowed from his dick steadily now, as if telling James to hurry the fuck up and bury him inside this waiting goddess.

As if reading his thoughts, the naked girl below whimpered and tugged at one of her perfect nipples. “God, I want that inside me,” she said, staring directly at James’s cock, poised at her entrance. James was busy trying to memorize this moment, to permanently and irrevocably etch it on the surface of his brain until nothing else was left. Olivia snaked a hand down her soft belly, over the little patch of pubic hair on her mound, until she found her soaked folds. She used her fingers to part her lips for him, spreading her own juices around until her exposed hole glistened with moisture. James groaned. He could hold out no longer, he had to fuck her, had to be inside her deeper than anyone else had – even his brother. He moved forward and in one swift motion, buried himself to the hilt in her waiting cunt, moaning loudly, unable to control himself. His hips pumped without him even realizing it, lost in sensation.

Olivia was riding the same wave, almost propelled to climax the moment he had filled her. But she wanted to make it last a little longer, so she held herself back, looking down at the place where her boyfriend’s brother’s dick was buried in her. She massaged her clit as he slid in and out. “You’re so big,” she whispered. It sounded so cliched, but it was true, and she couldn’t help it – it was like her brain had been taken hostage by a pornstar.

James smiled and watched his dick as it slid in and out of Olivia’s perfect pussy, stretching to accommodate his impressive girth. “And you’re so fucking tight,” he said. “And wet, oh my god.” His balls were tightening, signaling that he was close to his release. “I don’t want to cum yet, I want to keep fucking you for the rest of eternity,” he whispered.

Olivia hummed in response. “I have another idea,” she said with a sly smile. She gently closed her legs until James was forced to pull out from the heaven girne escort that was her pussy. Before he could register the loss, though, Olivia was on her knees in front of him, and his dick was past her full lips and down her eager throat. He gasped, reaching down and twisting a fist into her dark waves. His eyelids fluttered closed as he basked in the sensations.

She was clearly an expert at sucking cock, swallowing his full length while grasping the base with a firm but forgiving grip. Each time his dick hit the back of her throat, her tongue darted out and teased the underside, almost to his balls. No wonder Chris proposed to her within a year of dating, he thought wildly. She was gagging and choking on him, not struggling but enjoying it, and little strings of saliva hung from her lips and chin until they broke free to paint her gorgeous tits. James was struggling not to cum from the moment he felt her mouth on him. Finally it was too much and he had to stop or risk shooting his load directly down her throat. “I’m gonna fucking cum if you don’t stop,” he panted. His voice was raw and hoarse with arousal.

Olivia pulled back just in time. James gazed down at her in amazement. She was more beautiful than he’d ever seen her, her face flushed, hair slightly unkempt from their activities, spit and precum coating her face and chest. Her lips were swollen and parted as she breathed hard, catching her breath. He probably could have cum just from looking at her like that, but he was greedy with need. “Bend over,” he growled through clenched teeth. He was gripping the base of his cock, willing it to calm down for a few seconds so he could fuck Olivia the way he’d imagined more times than he could count.

At his command, she stood and turned away from him, planting her knees on the edge of the couch and leaning forward slightly to grip the back. Suddenly he was behind her, guiding his thick cock to her soaking wet pussy. His eyes were glued to her ass, huge and impossibly soft and round. He gripped it in his hands, kneading the flesh, pulling her onto his erection while he watched her ass jiggle with every movement. “Do you know how many times I’ve fucked my fist while thinking about this exact moment?” he asked softly. His voice was so strained with lust, he sounded almost on the edge of tears.

She shook her head and turned to look at him, hooded eyes full of arousal. “And now you’re going to fill me with cum,” she said sweetly. It wasn’t a question, it was a statement of fact.

All he could do was groan and keep pumping. His balls were heavy, and his dick was so hard he felt it might actually explode. He leaned forward and reached around with his right hand, searching for her clit. When he found it, Olivia gasped and jerked her hips. He smiled and kept his fingers right there, circling the sensitive flesh with his middle and index fingers. She was rocking back onto his cock now, fucking him instead of the other way around. “Oh, God, yes,” she panted. “I’m gonna cum,” she said, pushing her hips back faster and faster. “I want you to cum in me,” she moaned.

James’ dick responded instantly, becoming harder and thicker than before, his balls squeezing almost painfully as he began to shoot rope after rope of hot cum deep inside her. “Fuck, this pussy is unbelievable,” he practically shouted. Her pussy clenched and squeezed around him as she came as well, milking him dry, moaning his name and trembling as her muscles gave out.

They collapsed on the couch, their ragged breathing the only sound in the still apartment. Did that really just happen? What are we going to do about Chris? Oh shit, his fucking laptop, too…

Just as James was about to say something to Olivia, to talk about what had just transpired, a key turned in the lock of the front door…

The End

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The wind howled as huge, grey clouds billowed above the vast expanse of blue-black water that was the Pacific Ocean.

A small group of locals gathered on the cliff overlooking the water. They clutched their jackets and leaned against the wooden railing, peering out at the whitecaps and scattering seagulls.

This was a standard evening ritual for them, convening on the cliffside walkway that paralleled the serpentine East Cliff Drive. They would gather at sunset, looking out at the ocean as the swells slowly crept towards shore, rose up, and crashed against the rocks.

Typically, these neighbors would be admiring the orange-tinged sky as a group of die-hard surfers bobbed up and down on their boards.

But tonight was different.

There was no sunset to admire, only a dark, threatening sky, and the roiling water had chased away even the most ardent surfers. The only view was of the advancing storm.

“It’s a Pineapple Express,” growled an old-timer. “Straight outta Hawaii.”

“Hope it’s not too bad,” a middle-aged woman fretted. “Folks in Capitola are still digging from the last one.”

“Ocean temperatures are rising,” a young surfer added. “That puts more moisture into storms.”

For the folks living along the coast in Pleasure Point, California, a cliffside surf spot in the southernmost corner of Santa Cruz, these late-summer storms were a definite mixed bag.

After years of severe drought, they welcomed any rain at all. They just didn’t want quite so much of it all at the same time.

These so-called atmospheric rivers brought so much rain and high wind, they left mudslides and downed trees in their wake.

A man in a parka joined them.

“Well, the power’s officially out,” he informed the group. “Looks like the whole neighborhood.”

The group let out a collective groan.

“Not again,” the woman sighed.

“Wish they’d fix the damn grid once and for all,” muttered the old-timer.

An attractive, middle-aged woman wearing a shawl joined them.

“Evening All,” she smiled.

“Hey Maddie,” said the middle-aged woman. “Storm’s already knocked out the power.”

“Oh, dear,” she answered.

“Now, I won’t be able to watch my shows,” sighed the woman.

The surfer nodded.

“No games for me tonight.”

The pretty woman with the shawl leaned towards him.

“You know, Skeeter, a good book is always an option,” she said, smiling.

He gave her a look of mock puzzlement.

“A book? You mean those paper things, with words in ’em?”

“Very funny,” she smiled, wryly.

He gave her a playful jab on the shoulder.

“I like to read, actually,” he said, “but it’s kinda hard to do in the dark.”

She turned and looked at him, her eyebrows raised.

“Well, you do own a flashlight, don’t you? Or a reading light?”


He shrugged and shook his head.

“Oh, Skeeter,” she sighed. “OK, come on. I’ve got some extra candles I can give you.”

“Aw, thanks Mrs. Engle. I appreciate it,” he said.

“Now, I’ve told you before, you can call me Maddie.”

She turned to the others.

“Well, have a good night, All!” she said, waving. “Stay dry!”

“G’night Maddie!” the others called.

The woman in the shawl and the young surfer started walking towards a row of bungalows.

The streets that crisscross Pleasure Point are lined with small cottages built in the early part of the last century as weekend getaways for well-heeled San Franciscans. Single-story bungalows, no sidewalks, and a laid back vibe gave the neighborhood its distinct character.

The people who chose to live there were a diverse group, but they shared one thing in common: they loved the ocean.

Maddie Engle had lived in one of these vintage cottages for the past three decades. She’d inherited the house from her mother when she was a young school teacher and had lived there ever since.

Now, she was three months into her retirement.

Elegant and beguiling, with intelligent blue-green eyes and long blond hair streaked with grey, Maddie was by all accounts a stunning woman. A bit curvier than in her youth perhaps, with full breasts and a regal bearing, she still turned a few heads when she strode along East Cliff Drive.

She loved her walks along the cliffs, looking out over the ocean and breathing the sea air, smiling and saying hi to her neighbors as they passed. With her graceful, flowing stride, she had the air of a matriarch, part aristocrat and part aging hippie. She didn’t seem to be walking so much as gliding, like the brown pelicans that rode the updrafts along the sandstone cliffs.

She was striding purposefully now, with the tall, curly-haired young surfer following close behind her like a cheerful puppy.

Skeeter, born and bred in Santa Cruz, was a fixture in the neighborhood. An avid surfer since the age of five, he was 20 now and squatting in a friend’s place nearby to be close to First Peak, the best of the local surf breaks.

Athletic and strikingly handsome, he had deep brown eyes and a healthy crop of curly hair. He had a particularly fine physique, gelibolu escort thanks to his passion for surfing and his years on the high school swim team. Broad shoulders, a well-developed chest, strong arms, and a narrow waist — he had the classic swimmer’s body.

There were no streetlights and the houses were all dark. Skeeter took out his phone and turned on the flashlight, shining it on the ground in front of her.

“Aw, thanks Skeet. That’s very thoughtful.”

She opened the door to her cottage and they went in. It was pitch black inside.

She took a match from a dish by the fireplace, struck it, and lit a candle which sat on the mantle.

She picked up the candle and used it to light a succession of other candles placed strategically around the room.

He turned off the light on his phone, leaving the room softly aglow in candlelight.

A small, red velvet couch on a woven rug faced the fireplace. A dining table and a simple kitchen occupied another corner. At the back of the cottage, a large bed with pillows was flanked by bookcases and a bank of windows.

Skeeter was slowly turning in a circle, taking it all in.

“Nice place, Mrs. Eng…er…Maddie. Dang it, I can’t stop calling you Mrs. Engle! I guess ’cause you were my teacher.”

“Well, you’re not in my English class anymore, Skeeter, so you don’t have to be so formal. You’re an adult now, so you can call me by my given name.”

“Whoa, look at all those books!”

Skeeter walked over to the two large bookcases and began perusing the titles.

“My library,” she smiled. “They’re like old friends. We’ve enjoyed many adventures together.”

“You read all of ’em?”

“Yes, just about. Some I’ve read more than once.”

“I remember we read this one in class,” he said, holding up a book.

“Ah, yes. Kite Runner. I remember you gave a very good oral report on it.”

Skeeter smiled.

“Let’s see if I remember. Oh yeah. ‘It may be unfair, but what happens in a few days, sometimes even a single day, can change the course of a whole lifetime.'”

“Not bad,” she smiled. “Apparently, it made an impression on you.”

He was back to scanning the book titles.

“Let’s see if I can find those candles for you.”

She started rummaging through a bureau.

“So, how’s school going?” she asking. “You’re in your second year at Cabrillo, right?”

He was pulling books from the shelf, looking at them, then putting them back.

“Yeah. I’m gonna transfer to a four-year school this Fall.”

“Really? Which one?”

“Cal State Monterey.”

“That’s wonderful. Monterey’s a terrific school. Do you know what you’ll be majoring in?”

“Something in Environmental Studies. Oceanography. Climate Change Science. Not sure yet.”

“Well, I think that’s very exciting. I’m proud of you, Skeeter.”

“Thanks.”

Just then, a crack of thunder rumbled outside, followed by the sound of rain pelting the roof.

“And here comes the rain,” she said.

She found the candles in the bottom drawer of the bureau. She approached Skeeter and handed them to him.

“Here you go. These should do the trick. Though I’m loath to send you home now. In the middle of a downpour.”

He shrugged, taking the candles.

“I’m happy hanging out, if you are. I’ve got nowhere to be.”

“How about some tea? I was thinking about making a pot.”

“Sounds great. I could use a warm up.”

“Let’s see, I’ll have to use my camping stove.”

She set about making some herbal tea, pulling a tin down from a shelf in the kitchen. He sat at the small table, making small talk.

“So, how long have you lived here, Mrs. Engle? I mean… Maddie.”

She smiled.

“Nearly 30 years. My Mom lived here. I took it over when she died. I’d just gotten married and my husband and I decided we wanted to live near the ocean. Been living here ever since.”

“It’s a great place. Perfect for two people.”

“Well, one person. My husband and I divorced a long time ago.”

“Oh, I didn’t know.”

She nodded.

“I try to keep my private life private. From students, at any rate.”

“Well, I’m not your student any more,” he smiled.

“That’s true.”

She pulled two coffee mugs out of a cabinet.

“Are you and…um…your girlfriend…”

“Siobhan.”

“Are you and Siobhan still seeing each other?”

He shook his head.

“No, she moved to San Diego for school. We tried to do the whole long distance thing. But it didn’t work out.”

Maddie gave him a sympathetic look.

“Long distance relationships are hard, I know. My husband’s work took him away for weeks on end. I remember it was very difficult.”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “What’d your husband do?”

“He was a pilot. International routes mainly. He’d be away more than he was here. It was a challenge.”

“Yeah, it sucks,” he said, softly. “And you didn’t even have sexting back then.”

She let out a laugh.

“That’s true. Texting hadn’t been invented yet.”

“What’d you guys do? Write letters? Or, like, have phone sex?”

“Oh, gemlik escort we tried all sorts of things. But it just seemed to make things worse. All that stimulation and not enough gratification.”

“Tell me about it. It drove me nuts.”

“I can imagine. What are you now, 19? 20?”

“20.”

“Well, that makes sense then. You’re right in your sexual prime. The hormone that fuels your sex drive — testosterone — it’s surging through your body. It’s no wonder you found it hard. It’s perfectly normal.”

“Perfectly sucky, you mean.”

She gave him a sympathetic look.

“Come on, let’s take our tea on the couch, shall we?”

She carried the tea pot and mugs to the coffee table in front of the velvet loveseat. She kicked off her shoes and sat with her knees folded under her. He sat next to her, his long frame making the loveseat look small.

“You know, my husband and I had the same issue. We were in our 20’s and our sex drives were raging but we couldn’t be together. We weren’t even in the same country most of the time.”

“How’d you guys deal with it?”

She poured the tea into the mugs.

“Well, we ended up coming to an arrangement.”

“What kind of arrangement?”

She handed a mug to him.

“We had, what we called back then, an open marriage. When we were apart, we were free to experience other people. No questions. No guilt. And when we were together…we were together.”

“Whoa. That was pretty liberal for way back then.”

“Well, I’m not that old,” she chuckled.

“I didn’t mean…”



“No, I know. But you’re right, it was a unique time. It was the late ’70s, so it was between the free love era of the 60’s and the AIDS era of the 80’s. The human potential movement was in full force. People were experimenting with new forms of relationships.”

“Sounds like an interesting time.”

“It was. And living right here by the beach. All by myself. Surrounded by attractive young people. It was very exciting.”

She took a sip of tea.

“What was Pleasure Point like back then?” he asked.

“Well, surfing had really taken off so this area was teeming with surfers. And lifeguards. And beachgoers. It was quite the scene. I remember young people would be walking up and down 41st St. in their bikinis and bathing suits. It was quite a time to be here.”

“Sounds fun.”

“It was fun. And I became very drawn to the surfing sub-culture.”

He looked at her, cocking his head.

“What do you mean?”


She paused, wondering how much to say.

“Well…I discovered I felt a certain affinity for surfers and the surfing lifestyle.”

“How so?”

“I became very attracted to their whole sensibility. Their love of the ocean. Their sense of freedom. And I enjoyed getting to know them personally.”

“Surfers.”

She gazed out at the rainstorm, a far-away look in her eyes.

“We’d hang out together. On the beach, I’d watch them riding the waves. And then, afterwards, we’d spend time together. I was living right here, in this very cottage, a half block from the beach, so it was all so easy. They’d spend the day surfing, and then come back and spend time here. We’d eat. And talk. Listen to music.”

“Like, parties and stuff?”

“No, no. I preferred one-on-one encounters. Like we’re having right now. We’d sit and talk. And get to know each other.”

He was trying to imagine it.

“How old were they?”

“Around your age. 19, 20.”

“And how old were you?”

She thought a moment.

“Well, let’s see, this was before I got my credential so I must have been in my mid-20s. I was just figuring out that I wanted to be a teacher. I guess I was sharing my knowledge with them.”

He thought about this for a moment.

“So, it was like you were practicing to be a teacher.”

“In a way, yes. Very much so.”

“Like, what kind of things would you teach them?”

“Oh…just things about life. And books. And love. You name it. Listen, I don’t want to bore you with my old stories. You know, I was thinking about making myself something to eat. Are you hungry? Can I interest you in something?”

She stood up.

“Um, sure. That’d be great.”

She thought for a moment.

“Let’s see. We can’t use the stove. I’ve got some sandwich makings in the fridge. A turkey and Swiss sandwich with mayo, Dijon mustard, lettuce and pickles. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds great.”

He got up and followed her to the kitchen.

“Now, the key during a blackout is not to keep the refrigerator door open for too long. So the food stays cold. Let’s see how fast I can be.”

Her hand was poised next to the refrigerator handle. She opened it and quickly pulled out the things she’d mentioned. She also grabbed two bottles of beer and placed them on the counter.

She shut the refrigerator door with her foot and threw her hands up in the air.

“There! How was that?”

“Super fast! A new record, no doubt.”

She arranged the ingredients on the counter and started the process of sandwich making.

“Maddie, do you mind gerdek escort if I use your bathroom? I need to wash my hands. I still got the ocean all over me from my afternoon sesh.”

“Of course. It’s right through there. Help yourself. Take a candle from the living room.”

Her bathroom was small with an old-fashioned, standalone bathtub, complete with clawed feet.

“Great tub!” he called out while washing his hands. “I love your place, Maddie. You’ve got great taste.”

She smiled. She had always liked Skeeter. He was one of her favorite students, even though he’d occasionally skip class when the surf was up. He was smart, sensitive, and she found his earnestness endearing.

And he sure wasn’t bad to look at.

She’d known him since he was a little kid. She’d see him, carrying a surfboard that was bigger than he was, on his way to and from the beach.

It was amazing how much he’d grown in the intervening years. Over six-feet tall. Strapping. He was a young man now, no doubt about it.

Maddie felt a little extra spring in her step. She’d been in sort of a funk since she retired from teaching in June. The whole ‘loss of a sense of purpose’ thing. She found her herself staving off the feeling that her best years were behind her.

Now, having Skeeter over, and thinking about her younger years, she felt a charge she hadn’t felt in a while.

It was fun to think about the old days. She’d been quite the looker in her 20’s, with a beautiful face, a voluptuous body, and long blond hair. Her breasts were large and well-shaped, and she looked amazing in a bikini.

Needless to say, she got a lot of male attention. Especially, from the young surfers.

It didn’t matter to her that they were younger than she was. They were willing and able, and so was she. They were some of the best years of her life.

And having Skeeter there was bringing all those memories creeping back into her consciousness.

They enjoyed their sandwiches and beer sitting at the small kitchen table. They talked about long-distance relationships, college, and experiencing new people.

Their conversation became more relaxed and casual. More like two adults shooting the breeze than a teacher and her former student.

Skeeter seemed eager to bring the subject back to her early years.

“I’m curious. Why’d you want to hang out with 20-year-olds? I mean, you were older, right?”

“Yes, I was several years older. I don’t know, I just enjoyed being around their energy, their … joie de vivre.”

“Their what?”

“Oh, that’s French for ‘the joy of living’. I don’t know, I just found that surfers of that age had a kind of ‘live in the moment’ ethos that appealed to me. They had this intense passion for the natural world, for the adrenaline rush that comes from a peak physical experience. I craved those things as well.”

“I get it. I crave them too. For sure.”

She gently ran her finger over the contour of the beer bottle, looking pensive.

“You see, my husband was a good deal older than me. Over time, we began to grow apart.”

“Because you were separated so much?”

“Partly. But even when we were together, I realized I wasn’t getting what I needed to be happy. Instead of counting the days until he’d be coming home, I was counting the days until he’d leave.”

Her voice was softer now. Almost confessional.

“The fact is, I’ve always enjoyed spending time with young men that age. I just find it to be the most stimulating age. I still do.”

She snapped out of her reverie and glanced at Skeeter. He was just staring at her mouth.

She suddenly stood up, and started to carry their plates to the sink.

“And, after all, I was thinking seriously about becoming a teacher. I felt like I’d found my calling. So, I was filled with this desire to help them grow and develop into young men. I wanted to take all that youthful energy — that wonderful, boundless energy — and teach them how to harness it and use it. And, in the process, teach them skills they could use throughout their lives.”

“Like, what kind of skills?”

“Whatever they needed. If they needed to learn how to cook, I taught them that. If they needed to develop their analytic skills, we’d work on those. Or, if they needed to learn more adult skills, sometimes we’d do that too.”

“Adult skills?”

She suddenly realized she was telling him more than she intended.

“Well, I wouldn’t do that with everyone. Just young men that I felt a special connection with.”

“Wait, so, what exactly were you teaching them? The ones you felt a special connection with?”

She suddenly felt like she’d been caught in an undertow, and was being pulled out to sea. Maybe it was the beer, or the presence of this hunky young man next to her, but she threw caution to the wind.

“I taught them about love. Relationships. Intimacy. That sort of thing.”

“Like psychology?”

“A little. And more physical things too.”

“What kind of physical things?”

She sighed.

“I taught them about sex.”

He looked at her, speechless. She quickly tried to explain.

“If it was someone I felt a strong connection with, and I felt they’d benefit from it, I’d teach them how to … truly satisfy a woman. Sexually. How to give her an experience that fulfills her totally. One that she’ll never, ever forget.”

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Author notes:This is a one-off story exploring what happened with Natalia, mentioned in part four of the previous series “Keeping Her Job.” It was never meant to be part of Samantha’s narrative so it wasn’t included there, but I was asked about her so I decided to write it. Offered to you now as a separate, hopefully stand-alone piece that you can enjoy by itself.

I thank you for reading. I appreciate all feedback and look forward to reading your thoughts.

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KHJ – Natalia

I found Natalia at the hotel bar as we had agreed on. I had run into her earlier that day at a vendor expo and after some compulsory banter, had agreed to meet later for drinks. I don’t think either one of us had actually expected the other to make good on that. It was one of those things that you say, and while you may actually mean it at the moment it is said, it gets filed away just as quickly. However, Natalia and I had some history, and while I hadn’t seen her in years, that history was colorful enough to at least make me curious.

Natalia was wearing the same clothes from earlier, a red silk blouse and a black pencil skirt with a high slit that showed off long stretches of her caramel colored thighs in confident fashion. Her hair was a slightly deflated version of the mane I had seen earlier but no less luxurious in its dark glossy tresses. Natalia’s legs were crossed and a high-heeled pump dangled off what surely were immaculately manicured toes. Natalia seemed lost in her thoughts and didn’t notice me as I approached. As I neared I noticed her earrings on a napkin next to her drink.

“Oh. Earrings on the table, if that is not the signal that “the day is done” I don’t know what is…”

Natalia whipped her face to me, then down to her earrings then back to me breaking out into laughter. She playfully slapped at my chest as she leaned in to kiss my cheek in greeting. The heady scent of her perfume wafted up my nostrils and swirled in my brain with precision. Natalia was all predator, a veteran at playing the game.

“You know how it is,” she said with a breathy laugh reaching for her drink.

“I do,” I deadpanned, “I take mine off the second I finish too.”

This made Natalia laugh into her drink and she again mock slapped at me while grabbing at a napkin to dab at her lips. I had known Natalia for several years, she had been part of the company that had recruited me for many years prior to my joining and had entertained illusions of taking over ownership of the company when the then current owners decided to retire and move on. Natalia saw my coming on board as direct competition to her goals and rightly so as I maneuvered myself into a business partnership well before my first year was up. For my end, I saw tremendous talent in Natalia and had hoped to slide her into an eventual co-ownership along with me, but for her it was all or nothing and ultimately she decided to break away from the company she had helped mold and venture out on her own. A few years after she left I took on full ownership of the small company and grew it into a comfortably sized organization that while it didn’t make any one person rich, it kept a handful families clothed and fed and happy on most days.

I slid onto the stool next to Natalia, feeling the heat her body gave off. Natalia made a motion to the bartender well across the bar and he nodded right away.

“You know if anyone else tried to get a bartender’s attention from across the room like that they’d never get served.” I said impressed.

Natalia smiled at me and batted her eyelashes. My groin tightened and I remembered why her leaving had turned out to be a good thing for my professional career. It had been near impossible to think straight for long whenever she was around and she turned it on like that.

“How is the gang? Are they all still there?” She asked with a small smile.

“Most of them,” I waited a second to bait her,

“Do you want to come back?”

Natalia smiled. Damn she had a sexy smile,

“You wouldn’t take me back if I crawled back on my hands and knees.”

“Damn right I wouldn’t… though I wouldn’t mind seeing you crawling.” I said straight faced and made Natalia half choke on her drink again in laughter. I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face. The bartender came over with two drinks in hand, a martini for Natalia, and a whiskey highball for me.

“You remembered what I drink?” I raised an eyebrow.

“How could I forget, you’re the only guy I know that has never tried to be all macho with me and try to impress me with whiskey, on the rocks.”

“Ican be macho,” I deepened my voice and Natalia put down her drink before breaking out in laughter again,

“Stop! You’re going to make me spill and ruin my shirt!”

“God forbid,” I rolled my eyes at her playfully, “Don’t ruin the red one. You’ll only have the scarlet, the crimson and vermillion left.”

That made her laugh even harder. People across the room gaziosmanpaşa escort turned to look at us. Natalia dabbed at her eyes with a napkin. As long as I had known her, Natalia had always been guarded and self conscious about her laugh so she didn’t use it very often. I think that as a woman trying to make it in a man’s world, she saw the outburst of joyful emotion as a sign of weakness, and so she often suppressed it around others. With me however, for some reason, she laughed, and when she did it often caught her by surprise and she laughed with her whole body. I smiled remembering that about her.

“Oh my god, I forgot what it was like with you,”

“I should spank you for that” I took a drink. Natalia’s eyes sparkled in response.

“Oh yes please… I’ll hold you to that,” she said with a wicked smile. I smiled, filing that away for later.

“How is Nat?” I asked leaving out the “junior.”

“Ugh!” she scowled, surprising me, “She is driving me up the wall. She spent the summer with her father and has been impossible ever since.”

I chuckled softly. Mention of her ex was rare when we worked together. I had no reason to take the conversation there so I redirected,

“Is she driving yet?”

“Yes” Natalia pouted, “Thanks for making me feel old!”

“Youare old” I said without missing a beat. Natalia put down her drink before raising her hand to swat at me wide eyed. Her face was bright with laughter though.

“You ass!”

I winked at her and took a sip of my drink.

“What kind of car are you getting her?”

Natalia rolled her eyes, “She wants a Tesla. Like I’m going to get her one, yeah right?!”

I smiled at the familiar expression. She looked at me with an expression that probably mirrored my own, the banter felt so natural.

“Do you remember what your first car was?”

“Sure. A restored sixty-seven Volkswagen bus, you know, the one with little cloth curtains in the windows?”

“Oh my God,” Natalia covered her mouth in pleased surprise, like she was discovering something she could tease me about later, “You were a hippie?!”

“Nah, but I got it from one for a good price my junior year of highschool. It even had an old surfboard attached to the roof that never got used,” I grinned, “There were no seats in the back, just some pillows on a mattress topper that I cut to fit. It was a real chick magnet.”

“Okay… that was pretty smooth,” Nat’s eyes sparkled, “I’ll give you that one.”

I chuckled, “What did you drive?”

Natalia blushed and pouted, “I don’t wanna say now.”

I laughed at that and she grinned with no pretense of a guard. God she looked beautiful like that.

“So are you getting the Tesla and giving her the Volvo?”

Natalia’s eyes brightened, “You remembered the Volvo? That was already old when we met! No, I drive an Audi now.”

I cocked my eyebrows, “Nice.”

“It’s a real bear magnet,” Nat winked and then laughed at her own joke.

“Smooth…” I tipped the rest of my drink back, “..ish… That was smoothish…”

Nat giggled.

“Speaking of smooth,” she motioned for the check while still giggling at our ridiculousness, “You were supposed to be here earlier so should we finish this in your room or mine?”

“Nowthat was smooth. I’ve already seen the view from my room…” I volleyed and the corners of her lips curled upwards,

“I was hoping you’d say that. I could use a shower.”

“Should I give you a few minutes? I could hang back and have one more.” I said signing the bill to put everything on my room tab when it was brought over.

“Nonsense,” she said, sliding off the stool gracefully while flashing a delicious amount of leg, “Nothing there you haven’t seen before…”

“Look who is getting smoother by the minute,” I said and she almost stumbled, pressing her lips together to keep from laughing. I let her lead the way. Once she regained her footing, she had the gait of a cat, languid yet predatory. Eyes followed us out, or I should say followedher out.

“Did you see how that guy was looking?” Natalia leaned into me to gossip as we waited for the elevator together.

“You’re going to have to be more specific there babygirl. There werelots of guys looking.”

Natalia pressed her lips together to contain her glee at the term of endearment. The comfort level between us was shocking considering we hadn’t seen each other in several years. It felt like we hadn’t missed a day. The elevator dinged and we stepped inside. I watched her pull a keycard from a tiny clutch, hold it against the reader on the elevator and when a light turned green she pressed a button to one of the top floors. I raised an eyebrow at her,

“Top floor huh? Fancy…”

Natalia smiled, “You know how I like to roll…”

“It’s nice to see how the other half lives…” I laid it on thick and she blushed at a loss of words to volley back at me. I followed her down the hall and watched her manicured hands work gebze escort the keycard and open the door. I followed her in, eyebrows raised,

“Okay… Who is the sugar daddy because I know you or I would never spend money to get a room like this for a simple conference.”

Nat leaned into me squeezing my arm momentarily which was better than the slapping. The room was twice the size of mine. There was a spacious living area with a mini bar tucked into a corner, a stocked kitchenette and a dining room with an honest to goodness dining table and chairs. Beyond that, sliding doors led out to a balcony that ran the length of the suite and connected to the bedroom.

“This is their extended stay suite,” Natalia said, putting down her things, “They only gave it to me because they didn’t have my room ready and we are only here for one night.”

“Is that right?” I feigned insult, “They didn’t offer me the same deal.”

“Poor baby!” She grinned, slipped off her shoes and sank down several inches. Natalia then turned across the opposite end of the hall towards the bathroom, where like my room, I assumed the bedroom would be just beyond.

“I’m raiding your mini bar while you shower!” I called out to her swaying hips.

Natalia looked back smiling, “Pour me one too please. I won’t take long.”

She disappeared into the bathroom. I found a couple of small bottles of Jameson whiskey and a miniature can of Canada Dry. No ice though. I grabbed the ice bucket and the flimsy little plastic liner bag they add for sanitation, grabbed Natalia’s keycard and strode down the hall to the ice machine, loaded up and made it back with time to spare.

“Is that you?!” she called from behind the bathroom door.

“Just went to get some ice!” I called back loudly.

I found a couple of tumblers and made a highball for myself and a whiskey on the rocks for Natalia, silently smiling at the joke swirling in my head that she would clearly make about her being manlier than me for taking only ice in her drink. I took both drinks into the bedroom, pulled the slider open and stepped out to take in the view. It was a clear, cool night. Cloudless and bright. The moon seemed overly large and almost within reach. I held out my drink to it in silent salute. That day had already been an interesting one and I had no doubt that it would get even more so before it was over.

As I stood out on the balcony listening to the low rumble of the cars from the nearby highway. I recalled the last time I had seen Natalia. It had been years ago after she had gotten into a yelling match with the owner behind closed doors before resigning in glorious door slamming fashion.

She just about tore my dick off riding me when we met in a hotel room later that day.

“Misogynistic asshole!” she had growled referring to the company’s owner as she ground into my lap with angry vigor. Sweat sheened off her petite breasts.

“So… You are saying there was no room for negotiation?”

“Ugh! Oh yes!.. I mean no.” She grunted at our mutual onslaught of each other, “The old man wants me to report to you!”

“Would… that… be so bad?” I fucked her with as much vigor as she was fucking me, in deep, hard thrusts knowing I wouldn’t hurt her.

“Nothing… personal,” Natalia huffed angrily grinding her hips.

“Try telling that…” I said through gritted teeth, “to my dick.”

Natalia slowed down at that, “Sorry.”

She tried to find her rhythm again but I sat up, pushed her back on the mattress and flipped her over while lifting her by her hips. I found her gaping hole easily and slammed back into her knocking the air out of her.

“Ugh!”

“What were you saying about this not being personal?” I pounded into Natalia, making her tight, muscular ass quiver. The muscles along her back highlighted by the sheen of exertion.

“Oh! oh!” She moaned, she tried looking back but gave up and pressed her forehead on her arms and tilted her hips to give me better access to her pussy from behind.

“It’s… It’s… It’s the… Ugh!… It’s the principle of the… Oh!…”

“I hear you,” I said unrelenting, “pride is a venomous bitch.”

“What do you… Oh! Right there!” I slapped her ass sharply pushing her over the edge, “Oh shit! Oh yes! I’m cumming! I’m cumming…!”

The lights in the bedroom behind me dimmed, snapping me out of my memory. I looked into the room and found Natalia standing at the opposite end. She stood naked except for a towel around her neck. Her once thick jet-black mane was slicked back from the shower and gave her the appearance of a deadly assassin out of a netflix film. A fucking sexy assassin. My mouth watered as I stepped back into the room.

“Leave the curtains open?” she smiled as she padded over to me. She had the tight body of a woman half her age, a byproduct of years of side salad lunches, quinoa power bowls and evenings in the gym. Lean and lithe, her small dark nipples sharply capped tiny breasts that barely gediz escort moved as she walked. I recalled Natalia being incredibly embarrassed to show them to me at first, and it was only after several times together that she relented and let me remove the tank top she liked to wear when we were together. I made sure to lavish her little peaks with lots of attention. I could only smile at the sharp contrast of the naked woman who walked towards me.

Water still beaded in places which glinted along her body as she got closer. Natalia had a flat stomach that hinted at definition below, tiny hips and long skinny legs that showed her lean, long muscle. Her sex was delicately trimmed into a thin landing strip that well portrayed her confidence.

“So? Do I still have it?” She stood in front of me and had the gall to look abashed.

“Christ Natalia…” I said as I reached over and pulled her towards me by her tiny waist, “It doesn’t look like it went anywhere.”

Natalia’s dark eyes sparkled as she closed the distance between us and kissed me. It was a confident full kiss. Her mouth opened and her tongue met with mine smoothly. A tough here, a soft touch there. Inwardly I smiled, the dominance play of our earlier days coming to mind. She gently tugged on my bottom lip,

“Mmm…” She brought her face close to mine. Even just out of the shower she smelled incredible,

“I thought you were going to punish me for forgetting you.” her voice was breathy.

“If that’s what you want…” my voice sounded hungry. Her eyes gleamed in recognition.

I ground my teeth as I pressed my cheek against hers before I turned her around by the hips slowly. She exhaled loudly, and goosebumps rose along her arms. There was a long low dresser, about desk height along the wall. A large flat panel TV sat in the middle. Natalia placed her hands flat on top of the dresser and stepped back squaring her stance. I stared down at her tight little butt. Natalia looked back at me and slowly bent over, back arching. In the moonlight, the shadows of her treasured crevices tugged at me. My hands reached over and squeezed her cheeks firmly, marveling at the satiny texture of her skin.

Natalia let out a moan that felt more like a purr. The muscles along her back coiled as she flexed expectantly.

“Do you remem-” she began to say but my hand flew, cutting her off, striking sharply against her ass.

“Awhhh!” Her voice came out ragged. Her feet shifted a little, but more from the surprise than pain.

“Hush now…”

I steadied myself, the blow that came next was more deliberate and measured.

*SMACK*

An obscenely loud clap reverberated when my palm landed on her ass.

“Oh fuuuuck…” Natalia’s thighs closed as she writhed, this time both from pleasure and pain.

“Again… please.”

I breathed through clenched teeth, my eyes roamed over her delicious moonlit body.

*SMACK*

I slapped her bare ass cheek, the smooth caramel skin blushing even in the moonlit room.

“Owww…” she wailed to herself.

*SMACK*

I brought my palm back and spanked her again, and at her moans of encouragement, again and again.

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

“Mmmm… Mm… unhhh… anhhh!” Nat’s wails turned into harsh, desperate cries as she clung to the dresser, keeping her face down and her head bowed close to the wall. The underside of her little breasts quaked with each blow.

*SMACK*

I landed a spank low grazing her pussy from behind and she let out a guttural gasp that sounded needy and desperate. From my vantage point I could make out beads of perspiration along the side of her forehead. I reached down, getting a handful and feeling her ass muscles flexing as she squeezed her legs together. Her ass was hot to the touch and my palm stung. I kneaded her cheek.

“Mmmm… yes… please…”

Natalia’s toes flexed against the carpet as I reached under her to rub her clit with one hand even as I caressed her hot cheeks to spank her again with the other.

“Hhh.. Unhhh… Ah! Yes..” She cried as I slid a couple of fingers against her clit and got them just inside her due to the poor angle. Each sharp spank that followed caused her pussy to clamp on my fingers.

Natalia pushed up and twisted to look back at me, mouth open, eyes wide with pleading lust as she rocked back onto my hooked fingers.

“Don’t stop… Oh! Shit!” She panted, then jumped when I spanked her particularly hard, leaving a red, stinging handprint on top of her right thigh.

Finally I had enough. Natalia looked back from the loss of contact and watched as I freed my hard, aching cock. She made a strangled sound and she twisted her hips and pushed back with her ass.

Natalia placed her feet together and arched her back and fuck if she wasn’t a gloriously wanton sight.

“Wait!” her voice sounded needy and desperate as she reached for my cock. Natalia spit on her hand and fondled the head of my cock slathering it with her saliva.

“So nice…” she croaked and cursed as I pushed her hand away and slid into her. Her head shot upwards and she groaned open-mouthed,

“Do you like that?” I goaded her.

“Mmm…” she moaned. Not good enough. I spanker her again, harder,

“Do you like that Nat?”

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Married life can sometimes be stressful, and Lynn has definitely been feeling some stress, as it is the week before she is about to go back to her teaching job. Because of all the stress and anxiety built up in her mind, she hasn’t been able to cum recently.

Jackson knows that his wife has anxiety, and he is always one to try to put her mind at ease. Nothing has been working recently, and he knew that she needed to release all that pent up energy. Well the best way for him to do that would be to get her to orgasm really hard, so he started to make a plan.

He would need to catch her off guard so that her racing mind didn’t stop her from orgasming. He decided the best time to do that would be while she was sleeping. Since she was still on break, she could sleep in if he kept her up for too long. He was willing to sacrifice his sleep before a work day if it meant satisfying his anxious wife.

Lynn is a tiny bombshell, which makes it easy for Jackson to start fantasizing throughout the day of what it’s going to feel like when he surprises her tonight. It’s been over a week since they last had sex because she’s been anxious, and his cock is basically constantly hard. His cock stands at 7″, and he is good at what he does to her in the sack. And since she’s been on her teaching break, she’s made his dinner every night, goes to the gym with him almost every day, and they watch their favorite shows before bed. He’s been enjoying their routine so much, and every single one of those things makes him want to fuck her every day.

Lynn is a 5’2″ woman, young, 32DDD breasts, with the ass of a girl who goes to the gym four times a week. They only got married a year ago, when they were both 22, so it’s been a year of exploring each other’s bodies as well as what they both want out of life.

Jackson starts the foreplay early in the day so she won’t stop things when he surprises her in the middle of the night. He kissed her hard before he went to work that morning. He texted her, “I’m proud of you baby,” when she told him that she was relaxing. When he got home, he kissed down her neck until she started giggling. When Lynn bit her lip after that, like she normally does when she’s turned on, Jackson knew tonight would be the night to make Lynn cum hard.

Lynn went to bed first, around 11pm, after reading her smutty books that she reads each night. She tells Jackson that they are educational reading, but he can hear her moan from the bedroom from time to time when she reads them. However, that hasn’t happened recently. Poor girl, she just needs a good cum session. Jackson went to bed when he knew she was asleep. He made sure the air conditioning was on high and crawled in the covers beside her. He wanted her nipples to already be pebbling with the cold when he woke her up.

Lynn always slept in the nude, which would make this experiment much easier. Once the room was good and cold, he decided it was time to start the action.

Jackson leaned into Lynn’s ear and started kissing her ear and down her neck. She started moaning in her sleep. He knew he would have to make this some of his best work if he was going to get her to cum, so he had his A game on. Once she started to open her eyes and breathe heavily, Jackson whispered in her ear, “baby, you need to take your medicine.” She started to move about and turned toward him. Her eyes fluttered open and she managed to say, “what, baby?”

He put his mouth back to her ear and said, a bit louder this time, “baby, you need to take your medicine to get you to cum.” When he moved back and looked into her eyes, she had confusion written all over her face. He said in front of her as he leaned over her naked form, “And your medicine, baby, is my head in between your legs.” He then placed a hand on her neck like a choker, which stopped her from arguing or moving, and he moved the rest of his body down her torso, kissing along the way.

He sucked one of her already hard nipples into his mouth and gave it a tiny nip with his teeth. This caused Lynn to arch her back, and Jackson knew it would be okay to continue. When he got in between her legs, he removed the hand from her neck and focused solely on her sweet pussy. The musky and sweet smell overtook him, and he plunged right into her perfect cunt, licking along her folds from her ass to her clit. She shuddered and moaned, and he knew this was going to be an excellent night. He decided he needed to tease her a bit, so he started working the thighs first. He licked and sucked softly as he made his way all around her vulva, but never touching.

To his surprise, she grabbed for his shaved head and arched into his mouth. All she said was, “MORE.” He smiled, as he knew he was going to accomplish what he wanted to tonight. He responded with, “only good girls get their pussies licked, are you a good girl?” fulya escort He looked up, stopping his work completely. She was already breathing very heavily and she had a really concerned look on her face. She pleaded, “yes, please, sir, I’ll be a really good girl.” He smiled again. She knew that he loved it when she called him “sir,” “daddy” was too much, but “sir” was the perfect dominating title of choice for him, and she remembered. “That is a good girl” is all he said before traveling back to her pussy and sucking on her lower set of lips.

She started moaning and grabbing at his head again. His tongue worked up and down her lips, never entering into her pussy. He gave a quick suck on her clit, which she shuddered at again, and kept working on the lips. When her thighs started squeezing in on his head and her voice started making pleading sounds, he knew she was ready. He tightened his grip on her thighs, and went to work. Sucking her clit in completely and not letting go, her back arched off the bed. It must have been so sensitive at this point, as her pussy was quite literally dripping. She exclaimed as he inserted a finger into her hot pussy. It seemed to suck him in as if she really wanted him badly. To switch things up, he moved to rub her clit with his thumb as his tongue plunged into her hotbox.

She seemed to soften at this change, just as he wanted. He licked and flicked for a minute to cool her down, and then went back to finger fucking her with two fingers and sucking madly on her clit. This time, Lynn screamed, and her pussy seemed to tighten on his fingers. Even though his tongue was busy, he removed it long enough to say “isn’t that a good girl? You can cum for me baby. I want to drink your cum.” Looking at her, he was in awe. Her hair was tousled, not only from sleep, but also from thrashing around as he relentlessly worked on her clit. Her mouth was open, and her head was tilted back in a way that made his cock twitch.

Moving back to her clit, it was time to make her cum. Her moans and groans increased as his rhythm sucking her clit increased. He knew what he had to do to finish her off, as he had been with her for over a year. His fingers started fucking her at a faster rate, and he curled his fingers so that they would hit her g-spot every time as they were sucked into her pussy. Curses flew out of Lynn’s mouth as her g-spot and clit were being stimulated at the same time. She couldn’t stop herself from thrashing about, but Jackson’s hands on her thighs kept her steady. With one final suck, she went over the edge into oblivion. Her toes curled, her head flew back, her butt came off the bed, and her hands white knuckled the sheets as she had one of the best orgasms of her life.

Feeling her writhe beneath him did something to his cock that made him purely uncomfortable with need. Her juices were running down his face as he lapped up all of her that he could. There was a giant wet spot on the bed, but there would be more before the night was over. He wasn’t done with her yet.

When her tremors started to end and she felt like she was back in her body, she had only one thing to say when she locked eyes with her husband- “come here.” He didn’t waste any time pushing her legs apart and moving into the space. His mouth crashed together with hers, and she could taste herself on his tongue. She moaned as that sweet and musky flavor coated her own tongue. Her arms flew around his neck, holding him close, and his hands went to her hair as he pushed it back from her face.

When their lips separated, Jackson heard the three words that had made his dick feel like it couldn’t get any harder. She said, “fuck. me. now.” Finally, after over a week of waiting, he would be able to fuck that perfect cunt. He situated himself between her legs and started to push in the head. No matter how many times he fucks her, her pussy never seems to stretch out. It’s like fucking a virgin every time. He knows that will change once they start having kids, so he plans on taking full advantage of enjoying the tight twat for as long as possible and how every many times he can get it.

The head of his dick slips out of her, and when he goes back in, he’s able to fit in about halfway. It feels like she’s milking his dick and he lets out a moan. She seems to like that because she says, “your dick is so big, I already feel full. Fill me baby. Completely.” He pulls out completely and with one fucking hard thrust, his cock goes in to the hilt and his balls slap against her ass. (Oh, how much he would love that to fill that ass one day. It’s one of the only things they haven’t done yet.) She screams at the stretch, but automatically starts moaning as he makes his way in and out of her perfect pussy.

“Now that’s a good girl” he says as he stretches her to her limit. His thrusting is antep escort picking up pace and he is wondering how he is going to hold on. Her pussy is so tight he could cum right there. He looks into her eyes and says, “I could breed a cunt this tight and hot.” Her eyes widened as she said, “what?” And his look hardened as he spoke up, “I said I could breed this pussy because it’s so fucking perfect.” Her eyes soften as she moans and closes her eyes, saying, “fuck yes baby.” He hooks his arms underneath her shoulders and starts pounding her, making her meet his thrusts with gusto, as she smiles and moans in his ear. She reaches her hand down to his balls, and gives them a gentle squeeze. He thought it was going to be all over, as he could feel them tighten with the explosion that was about to come.

But Lynn stopped completely. Jackson, worried, looked down and found her ready to kiss him. It distracted him enough to stop himself from cumming. He looked at her, confused, as she said, “lay on your back, baby.” He almost protested, but thought better of it since she was spurring him on. He pulled himself out of her with a plop sound and laid down on his back, waiting for her to work her magic.

She crawled on top of him, and he could feel her breath in his ear. She finally said, “I’m going to do something that we’ve never done before. I’m going to suck you with both of our juices on your cock.” It was true, she had never given him a blowjob after being inside of her. His cock twitched with excitement over the thought of it. Her lips trailed down his chest, his stomach, and to his crotch. She started kissing and licking all around his dick. His dominant side came out as he said, “stop teasing me, or I’m taking over and fucking whatever hole of yours I want.” This spurred her on, as she began to lick from the base to the head of his dick. He shuddered as her tongue started flicking on his sensitive head with just the right pressure. She gave sloppy kisses down the shaft and back up, and she had to feel his cock absolutely shaking with need by the time her mouth opened and swallowed his dick nearly whole.

His jaw dropped as he witnessed his smoke show of a wife deep throat him to the point that his dick was sliding down her throat, with no gag reflex. She had never been able to go past halfway. She had to have been practicing on that dildo she purchased a couple months ago. As she gobbled his dick with the most delicious sounds he had ever heard, he felt her hand on his shaft, twisting the single inch of dick that was left out of her mouth. As her mouth moved up and down the shaft, her hand deliciously twisted with her movements. He fisted her hair and felt his balls tighten once again, he let out a moan, and that seemed to make her pick up her pace.

However, when he told her he was about to cum, she stopped again. He was starting to hurt from getting edged by his wife. She looked wild, though, completely driven by the desire for sex. He could see it in her eyes, she was unleashing herself in the middle of the night with him. He was just counting his blessings that this woman was his. His pussy. His wife. His.

She pulls herself off his dick, and makes her way to a seated position on his cock. He looks at her and says, “this pussy is mine.” Her lips turn into a smile and she leans down to his ear and says, “how badly do you want my pussy right now?” He takes his hand and puts it around her throat, and she closes her eyes and smiles. She always did love being dominated by him. “I don’t only fucking want it, I need it baby. Give it to me, now.” She positions herself over her cock as his hands slip to her waist and tighten their grip, but she slaps his hands away, and she says “don’t touch unless I say so or you aren’t cumming.” He was mystified, though he knew she could be a switch from time to time, so he allowed it for now. She started using his cock to rub her clit and she began writhing on top of him.

He was simply enjoying the sight of her DDD breasts bouncing as she used his cock for her own pleasure. That was the goal of tonight, wasn’t it? It get her off as much as possible and throw that anxiety away?

As she slowed down, she positioned his cock right at her hot entrance and looked him in the eye. She slid down with force, and was fully filled by every inch of his cock. They both gasped with the feeling. His hands naturally grabbed her waist, but she slapped him, and he removed them quickly. She began riding his dick, slowly at first. She went up and down, then in circles, then grinding. Each stop brought him closer to the edge, as he had been barely hanging on since his lips were on her pussy. Then she lifted herself off. He stared at her as she smiled. She leaned in so that her mouth was practically touching his ear and whispered, “suck my nipple good enough gaziemir escort and I’ll let you cum bare in my pussy. Don’t do it well enough, and you won’t get to.” Cum bare in her? No condom? No pull out method? Shit yes. She was on birth control, so they were safe, but it was still a rare occurrence. One that he planned on taking full advantage of.

He began licking and sucking on her nipple with earnest. She said that he could touch her, so his hands went to massage the perfect tits in his face. He was honestly in heaven. She said “harder, baby, harder!” So he added in some squeezing and sucked as hard as he could, knowing it would leave a mark or two or three. Then she said, “bite it, baby, you know I like a little pain!” Fuck. He bit down on this poor nipple, and she screamed in pleasure. He could feel her juices pouring over his cock that was longing to get back inside her. He had to earn his way there.

She pulled her tit from his mouth, and said “good boy.” Fuck. He moaned. She had never called him that before and he didn’t know why he liked it so much. She said “yes” to his moaning, and forced the other breast into his mouth, saying, “suck on his one as good as the other and you’ll be cumming in me for sure. Be a good boy and suck my tits.” He went feral. He grabbed her ass with one hand, massaged her other tit with the other hand, and used his teeth to go to town on her breast. He sucked as much of it as he could into his mouth and sucked hard. Her eyes were closed, and she was grinding on his dick as she groaned loudly. When he bit on it, she screamed with another orgasm. Fuck, this girl can cum by tits alone. Her shaking subsided as his nibbling became more gentle while she came down from orgasm.

When her eyes opened again, she had a desire in them that made his cock twitch underneath her. She said “now that’s a really, really good boy.” And then she threw herself down on his dick, enveloping the entire 7″ in one go. That tight pussy was so slick with their combined juices that he probably could have fit his whole fucking fist in there if he wanted to. He threw his head back with delight and she started bobbing on his cock. Her tits were bouncing, and he could see the hickies already forming on her breasts. It was just another way he could stamp her with a sign that said “his.” In that moment, he wanted to put hickies all over her so that everyone would see. Her hand flew to her clit, and as she began rubbing, she began to pick up the tempo of her thrusting.

As they both got closer to the edge, she looked at him, still bouncing on his dick, and said “baby, take me in doggy. Please. I cum so hard in doggy.” He liked this idea because it meant that he was in control in that position. She wouldn’t be able to edge him again, he would simply hold her down and fill her to the brim with his hot cum.

As she moved off his cock and got on all fours, he quickly got up and moved behind her. She put her head all the way down to the mattress, the way his little submissive knows he likes her to be in doggy, and waits, with her hand furiously rubbing her clit. He positions himself behind her, ready to fucking destroy her, when she says “please hit my g-spot, baby. Please make me cum one more time!” That was all he needed to hear. He plunged into her with full force. The only reason she didn’t fly off the bed was because his hands were holding her hips so tightly, she’d have bruises the next day. He fucked her with the fastest speed of the night, relentless on her swollen, tired pussy. She screamed with pleasure as he leaned forward just enough to hit that g-spot perfectly, and he kept going until he felt that pussy squeeze his dick so hard with her orgasm that he couldn’t hold off anymore. He unleashed himself and sent endless spurts of hot cum into her bare pussy. She would be dripping with his cum all day tomorrow. He loved that he got to mark her in that way, too. She was completely limp from three orgasms, and collapsed on the bed. He was feeling the waves of relief rush over him after being edged so many times from orgasm.

He laid down and pulled her over to his arms. She was still breathing heavily, and obviously not in any shape to go to the bathroom to empty her snatch of his cum. That made him happy, because he knew she’d be leaking with it all night. Saturated in his cum. He smiled at the dirty thought of it. Then she did something that made his cock twitch back to life. She took her finger, lifted her leg, and inserted it inside of herself. She then took that finger and put it in her mouth, sucking. “Fuck, that tastes good baby. Our combined cum tastes perfect.” She then leaned over and kissed him deeply as he fingered her. He brought his finger up to her mouth and she happily sucked.

As much as he wanted to fuck her all over again, he told her to go to sleep as he had to work the next day. She smiled and snuggled into his chest as she fell asleep. Jackson realized that he would be waking up his wife a lot more often.

If you want to hear more of Jackson and Lynn’s sexy adventures in and out of the bedroom, follow along!

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