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The Underclassman Ch. 15

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Frustration Boils Over

Mick had already been awake for fifteen minutes by the time his alarm came to life at ten o’clock on Monday morning. He reached over and silenced it then rolled onto his back again. Mick was in no hurry to go anywhere fast as there was no class scheduled due to the MLK holiday. It had been a hectic two weeks so far with school and work. The Dugout was bustling the entire weekend due to the football conference championships and Mick had picked up a couple of extra hours. Today basically marked the halfway point of the winter semester and he was grateful for the break.

Kimberly and the previous Thursday evening crept into his mind. Mick laid there wondering what her deal was. He did not believe she was intentionally trying to be a tease, but still…

Mick’s thoughts drifted to his encounter with Athena down in the basement of The Dugout on New Year’s. He realized that the last time he had been laid was a month prior during his congress with Gabrielle… and Sean. Suddenly, passing on the opportunity to fuck Athena seemed rather foolish and the more he thought about Kimberly and Athena, the more frustrated and agitated he became.

Once more, Mick alarm buzzed which only annoyed him further. He nearly knocked his phone off the nightstand in the course of silencing the dissonance. Knowing he did not even have the patience currently to rub one out, Mick kicked off his covers wildly and got out of bed.

After a trip to his personal lavatory, Mick grabbed a nutrition bar and energy drink before sitting down at his computer to go through his email and social media accounts. Twenty minutes later he was headed out the door to the fitness center to get a workout in and with the weather continuing to be rather chilly, he opted to put some time in on the stationary bike instead of going for a run.

When Mick returned back to his room, he grabbed his nearly full laundry bag and got two loads of wash started before heading to shower. These days it was a solitary ritual as Mick had been destitute of any company for several weeks and he felt a bit lonely at times.

After showering, Mick transferred his clothes to the dryer and went back to his dorm room to study while waiting for his laundry to finish. Once done, he folded his clothes and changed out the linens on his bed. With his chores now completed, Mick readied himself to head out and get his hair cut, find a late lunch/early dinner, and grab some items at the grocery store for his private quarters.

Just as he was reaching for his keys someone knocked on his door and when he opened it, Mick found Kimberly standing on the other side. “Hey,” he said, surprised to see her or anyone else for that fact, but she would not be his last surprise visitor that day.

“Hi,” she answered before asking, “What are you up to?”

“I was about to run out to get some stuff done,” he informed her and then inquired, “What’s up?”

“Nothing really,” she replied, adding, “Text me later when you’re free.”

“You’re welcome to ride along if you want,” Mick offered.

“I actually just got back from my parent’s house, I was home all weekend,” she explained. “We can talk later,” Kimberly told him.

Mick winced a little on the inside as it was now obvious that something was on Kimberly’s mind and that most likely meant some sort of accompanying drama. Kindly he asked, “Do you want to come in?” Kimberly shook her head up and down so Mick motioned to her inviting his friend in.

Once inside Kimberly asked him, “Is there any way I could impose upon you and request one of your specialty cocktails?”

“My one day off and you want me to bartend?” joked Mick, but by the expression on her face he could tell something was definitely on her mind. He threw two rum and cokes together and had Kimberly join him on the love seat.

Kimberly took a large swig from the red Solo cup Mick had handed her and said while avoiding eye contact with Mick, “You’re either going to laugh at me or hate me.”

“What’s going on?” he asked pointedly.

“About the other night…,” Kimberly said with her voice trailing off.

“You don’t owe me an explanation,” Mick assured her but the truth was that he was very interested in hearing whatever she seemed intent on divulging.

“I’m a virgin,” confessed Kimberly.

It was the one possibility that Mick had not considered and he sat there dumbfounded by her admission. “Well that explains it,” he thought, but before he could find his voice Kimberly continued.

“My father’s side of the family is English and my mother’s is Irish, so it’s a good thing they’re both Catholic,” she informed him. “Strict Catholic,” offered Kimberly emphatically. “I made a promise to my faith and my parents to remain abstinent until marriage,” she told him, “and I have every intent of honoring that pledge.”

“I see,” replied Mick, “I appreciate you telling me, I imagine it wasn’t easy.”

Kimberly smiled at him, obviously somewhat relieved.

“After the way I ran edremit escort out the other night, I didn’t want you to think that I was playing games,” she told Mick, “or was some sort of psycho.” He himself smiled and admitted to her, “I wasn’t sure what to think about it honestly.”

“All I could think about this weekend was, were mad at me and, what you would think when I told you?” Kimberly revealed.

Mick thought about her words further and inquired, “So… what are you saying?”

She looked away for a brief moment in contemplation, exhaled and then confessed sounding disheartened, “It’s probably best if I were to keep my distance from now on.”

Mick respected her convictions and shook his head acknowledging Kimberly’s stance on the matter, but he offered no words in return having found himself surprisingly disappointed with what he had just heard from her. Only last week Mick had trepidations after Kimberly had pulled the overnighter, fearing being drawn into some sort of commitment. Now oddly, he was feeling some small sense of loss.

“You know,” said Kimberly, before turning back toward him, “every girl in the dorm thinks your gorgeous.” Her compliment flattered Mick and he felt like he might blush. He smiled at her, unsure of how to respond. “I think you’re gorgeous,” she confessed to him. Kimberly gave Mick a smile in return for a few seconds before beginning to slowly lean in towards him. Mick met her halfway and the two began to softly kiss one another. “God you’re a good kisser,” she whispered to him.

Mick reached up with his hand and laid it along the side of Kimberly face, inserting his fingers into her soft hair. With the lightest touch, he began to trace a circle around the outside edge of Kimberly’s ear with his thumb as he kissed her. She was amazed at how even his simplest touch made her heart race. Kimberly turned away, breaking from their oral coalescence to offer her bare neck in return. Mick immediately seized upon the opportunity and began to kiss her all over her neck which only made Kimberly’s heart beat harder. She put her palm against his chest and shoved him backwards, pinning Mick against the back of the loveseat.

Kimberly took another drink from her cup and placed it on the coffee table, then climbed onto Mick’s lap bestriding him. She pressed her body into his own, tilted her head down towards Mick and resumed making out with him. “And that’s the problem,” Kimberly told him as she came up for air. “I don’t want to stay away,” she confided.

After kissing each other for several more minutes, Mick’s lips wandered back over to the side of Kimberly’s neck. He pulled the flat collar of her blouse to the side as far as it would go and began to kiss her in the area of her trapezius and clavicle. She loved it and could not help but want him to explore her more, just as Mick had done several nights prior. Kimberly leaned back and with both hands, she grabbed her shirt just above the top of her pants and lifted it, yanking her bra up in the process. Mick watched her mangos drop out of her bra and spring back up, and he immediately attacked her breasts with his mouth.

Kimberly allowed Mick to enjoy himself for a moment before she once again pushed him back against the couch. “You need to understand,” she said to Mick as he looked her, “My pants always have to stay on.” Mick looked up at her but before he could offer any response Kimberly stated further, “I know it’s unfair to ask, but if you can’t abide by that rule then I have no choice.” He nodded, implicitly agreeing to her terms.

Kimberly leaned back in towards Mick while continuing to press him against the couch. She allowed herself to come just close enough so that he could reach her nipple with his tongue. Mick massaged her nub with his oral muscle for a bit before flitting it several times. She leaned forward a little more allowing him to capture her fleshy projection between his lips and Mick held onto her stem firmly with his mouth and tugged on it.

Stretching his arm out as far as he could reach, Mick was able to get his hand around behind Kimberly. He pulled her closer and inhaled into his mouth as much of her breast as he could. Kimberly immediately pushed herself back away from him withdrawing her pert orb from his maw in the process. Mick pulled her back towards himself and captured her globe in his mouth once more, but Kimberly immediately pulled back denying him his prize yet again.

The playful tug of war played out several more times before Kimberly surrendered herself to Mick. Gently he fondled both of her mounds and alternated between them, kissing Kimberly all over her breasts and flicking her nipples with his tongue. She could feel her legs begin to turn to jelly and unable to hold herself up any longer, Kimberly collapsed down onto Mick’s lap. Instantly she felt Mick’s rigid package up against her crotch.

Incapable of resisting the urge to do so, Kimberly started to grind against the bulge that was doing its best to escape eğirdir escort from Mick’s jeans. Back and forth she went, over and over his firm tool, randomly interspersing the repetition with a gyration or two while blithely Frenching him.

Kimberly uncoupled from his lips and reclined back. With both hands, Mick held on to her by the waist as she twisted around to retrieve her cocktail. Kimberly sat back up and took a drink from the cup then offered it to Mick who declined. Again she laid back twisting, and re-deposited her drink upon the table. As Kimberly was returning to vertical, Mick leaned forward and planted his mouth over one of her areola’s suckling her. Side to side he went like a tennis ball during a match, alternately sucking on her two melons.

Mick pulled Kimberly back against himself and the two again continued to kiss, their tongues twirling in each other’s mouths like whirling Dervishes. Kimberly also wasted no time recommencing dry humping her swain. The two continued go at it for a while with each of them breaking away from time to time to kiss the other’s neck. The entire time, Mick’s hands never stopped wandering over her body and Kimberly certainly did stop sliding her pudendum along Mick’s petrified log.

Mick’s cell phone was laying sitting on his desk when it started to ring, but he made no outward attempt to get up and answer it. “Aren’t you going to get that?” asked Kimberly.

“Whoever it is, I can call them back later,” he told her.

“But it might be your mom,” she said to him satirically, having gleaned enough by now to figure Mick did not get along well with his mother.

Mick stood up with Kimberly still connected to him and threw her down on the couch. “Go home now,” he joked before walking over and looking at his phone. “It’s Abby,” he informed his playmate.

“Hey stranger! How are you doing?” asked Abby when Mick answered the call. “I’m hanging in there,” Mick replied, “How are you?” Abby commenced to telling him every little detail about what she had done during the break since the last time the two of them had spoken. She went on for some time, never considering that Mick might actually be in the middle of something.

“So how lonely is it there with everyone mostly gone?” inquired Abby before adding, “Especially me?”

Mick chuckled before telling her, “I have to admit, I’m surprised myself that it does seem a bit lonely.”

“Have you run into Kimberly?” queried Abby.

“Funny you should mention it,” he said looking over at visitor, “She stopped by to say hello and is sitting here right now.”

“Hi Kimberly!” screeched Abby into her phone which caused Mick to pull his own cell away from his ear. Abby was so loud that Kimberly could hear her from the sofa. Kimberly requested that Mick “Tell her I said hello back.”

Abby informed Mick that Jimmy and she were heading out for the ski resort on Friday thus beginning their journey back to school. She also advised Mick that she would call him again during the weekend sometime when he was not working. Mick told her to have fun and he wished Abby safe travels before saying goodbye to his friend.

Mick pitched his mobile phone back onto his desk and rejoined Kimberly on the love seat. Immediately she asked in a quizzical manner, “So what’s the deal between you and Abby?”

“We are just friends,” he responded.

“You guys seem kinda close,” retorted Kimberly.

Mick stated to Kimberly, “If by close you mean good friends, or even like step-brother and step-sister, then yeah, I guess we’re close.”

She believed him, in addition to being astute enough to realize it that was something she should not press him on further.

“Not to mention she is in a long-term relationship,” Mick added.

“Enough said,” remarked Kimberly as she mounted him once again effusively.

The pair prepared to pick back up at the point in which they had left off when Mick’s phone had interrupted them. “Did you happen to catch what time it was while you were talking?” asked Kimberly.

“It’s a little before three,” Mick told her.

“Didn’t you say you needed to go get some stuff done?” Kimberly inquired as she placed her forehead against his own.

“I still have time,” Mick informed her before he himself asked, “Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“Not at all,” said Kimberly as she shook her head to and fro, brushing the tip of her nose puckishly against his own. “I just don’t want to hold you up if you need to get going,” she told him. Mick cocked his head to the side and pressed his lips into Kimberly’s, providing a straightforward answer to her question.

The duo traded pecks with each other for a bit before their tongues returned to reoccupy the other’s mouth. Ever so slightly, Kimberly’s hips began to stir but she quickly realized that the serpent in Mick’s pants that she had been slithering over had all but diminished. This disappointed her but she was undeterred.

Starting at the bottom of Mick’s untucked flannel elazığ escort shirt, Kimberly worked her way up undoing all his buttons. She pulled his shirt open laying his chest bare, then leaned down and imbibed his nipple causing Mick to buck involuntarily. Kimberly lifted her shirt and bra back up as far as she could get them then began brushing against Mick’s nipples with her own. She placed her arms over Mick’s shoulders and around his neck and kissed him while continuing to playfully tease him. Kimberly then pressed herself into Mick smooshing her breasts against him and began to slowly drag her tits back and forth against his exposed chest while aggressively kissing him with her open mouth. It had the desired effect as Mick’s boner swiftly returned.

Kimberly latched onto Mick by the top of his shoulders, leaned back and thrust herself upon his reconstituted manhood, smiling at him as she worked her private area against his own. Mick smiled back but he could not help but be drawn to her orbs as they jiggled with her movements. He placed one hand behind her back to pull her closer, then bent down and once again began to kiss Kimberly’s shakers and suck on her nippies.

“I’ve only let one other guy ever reach first base,” she whispered into Mick’s ear, “and you’ve already rounded second and tried to go for third.”

“And got thrown out before I could even slide in,” he thought.

“I like letting you reach second,” she told Mick who looked up at her. “I shouldn’t,” Kimberly avowed before smiling at Mick while shaking her head and admitting, “but I do.”

Kimberly took hold of both his wrists and placed Mick’s hands over her papayas. Instantaneously he gave them a healthy squeeze and began to play with her rigid protrusions using his thumbs. Kimberly responded by grinding on Mick’s hard dick some more. Their mouths came together and she kissed him with renewed ardor. Mick started to thrust himself against Kimberly causing her to ride him with intensifying zeal. She set about rising up off his lap and propelling herself back down and forward onto Mick, effectively humping him as if she were in reality riding his cock. Kimberly surmised that if she bore down on him hard enough, fast enough and long enough then maybe, she might be able to bring Mick to climax.

Unexpectedly, a loud knock emanated from the other side of Micks’ dorm room door. The noise caused Kimberly to freeze and she looked over her shoulder in the direction of the doorway then back towards Mick who was making no attempt to move. “I guess you’re not answering that either?” she asked. Lacking any curiosity as to who was outside his door and content to sit there, Mick shrugged his shoulders and informed Kimberly, “I wasn’t really planning on it.”

The unknown visitant wrapped on his entryway a second time. Kimberly hopped off of Mick and hurriedly pulled her brazier and shirt back down into place the best she could. “Guess I’m getting this too,” he said aloud as he rose from the couch annoyed and frustrated yet again.

Mick strode over to his door and opened it partially, but not too far. To his surprise he found Brenda standing there who greeted him enthusiastically. “Hi Mick!” she said, to which he replied reticently, “Hey, what’s up?”

“I heard rumors that you had been sighted in the dorm during break,” Brenda told him. “How are you?” she asked.

“Doing okay,” he replied, “Just squeezing a class in during the break.”

“Me too!” she revealed boisterously. “I wish I had known you were around,” Brenda informed Mick, “I would have knocked sooner.”

Brenda sensed something was up as Mick seemed guarded, having not opened the door fully to her. She looked past Mick and into his room and could see a girl sitting there on his couch. “Well, I just had a quick question for you but I can stop by another time,” she stated.

Mick had a pretty good notion as to the likely reason for her visit. He recalled what Brenda had said to him back at the beginning of the school year about “next time.” If he was correct, it would be unwise to invite Brenda inside as it was not a conversation to be had in front of Kimberly. At the same time, he did not want to let Brenda go without ascertaining why she had dropped by. “Do you need me to do that favor for you again?” asked Mick with a lower volume.

Brenda nodded and told him that some of friends on the third floor were coming back and they were looking to have a little get together on the upcoming Saturday evening. Brenda pulled a couple of folded twenties from her hip pocket and handed it to Mick requesting, “Same as before please.” Mick shook his head and took the money from Brenda’s hand. Circumspectly, she asked him with an impish smile, “Same terms and conditions as before?” Mick smiled back at Brenda and replied, “Sounds great.”

Mick closed the door and turned around to find Kimberly sitting with her legs crossed and her arms folding sipping on her drink. “Who was that?” she inquired curiously.

“One of the girls up on the third floor,” he told her before continuing, “asking me to hook her up.”

“Oh,” said Kimberly playfully, “I’m not the only minor that you contribute to the delinquency of.” Mick said nothing in return. Facetiously, she asked him, “What do you get out of it?”

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The Driving Seat

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I saw the headlights appearing in the distance until they slowed and turned into the wooded where I was parked. It was a stifling moonlit night, and my windows were open. The vehicle navigated carefully to a stop in front of my Audi, and the driver turned off his headlights.

After a few moments, a single occupant climbed out of the car and looked around cautiously. I could just make out he was wearing a dark bomber jacket and jeans. When he was satisfied that there was nobody else around, he approached my side window.

“Alex?”

I nodded.

The stranger reached into his pocket and handed me an envelope.

“It’s all there.”

I could see him more clearly now: mid 40’s, tall, muscular, black curly hair, dark brown eyes, and clean shaven.

I opened the envelope and scoured through the contents. I was vaguely aware of the sound of a zipper being pulled down next to me. I turned to my girlfriend.

“Looks legitimate.”

She smiled, touched my arm reassuringly, and opened the passenger door. She stepped düzce escort out, leaving her skirt behind.

The stranger moved around to the passenger side and took her in his arms. “Hi baby,” he whispered. The moonlight was bright enough for me to see them both.

“How’s that little wet pussy?” he asked as he slipped his fingers between her legs to find out.

I sat up, alert.

My partner wavered uneasily on her feet as his fingers explored her sex. I looked at her admiringly: she was so brave. She was 21, five years younger than me, 5’2″, long brown hair, and brown eyes. She was petite, with small breasts and a firm little ass. Her white cotton undies peeked out from under a pink top.

I stared at them both. According to the medical report he’d just handed me, he produced a prolific volume of cum. He was also extremely fertile according to the figures on sperm count and motility.

As his right hand slipped under her top and began massaging her small breasts, he moved to kiss her. düziçi escort She shook her head. It wasn’t part of the deal. He acquiesced and spun her around instead. With them both facing me, he pulled off her top, dropping it to the ground exposing those breasts. They were flat with small hard nipples. She never wore a bra; she didn’t need to.

He pushed her over the front of my Audi. She lifted her head to look at me through the windscreen, slightly bewildered, as he yanked her panties down and pushed himself against her.

I could only imagine what she was thinking as he fumbled with his jeans behind her. She’d never been fucked before. He spanked her ass, stooped for a second, and stood up again with her cotton panties in his hand. He brought the soft material to his nose and nodded, as if to confirm she was in heat.

My eyes were fixed on her as she stared back at me through the windscreen. We’d agreed that she would be the one to carry our baby, but now I sensed her trepidation, and wished it edirne escort had been me.

“Damn baby, guys would kill for this sweet little cunt.”

I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I could guess from my girlfriend’s face. She closed her eyes, and bit her lip. As she let out a moan it dawned on me that he’d just embedded his hard cock inside her.

The car began to rock as he got on with his business. I listened to every grunt and every whimper as he fucked her from behind. I could only imagine the length, the width and the hardness of his cock inside her. She stared at me, fixedly, mouth wide open, as he worked on her steadily.

“Damn you’re so fucking tight,” I heard him say, as he pulled back, then pushed forward again. Her face was pressed up tightly against the windscreen, her eyes staring at me in shock. Her face was flushed and contorted.

They rode out their climaxes together. The stranger gritted his teeth as he delivered his seed to her womb. On the other side of the glass, inches away from me, she squeezed her eyes tightly shut and quivered uncontrollably on her first cock. I orgasmed with her, one hand inside my own panties, the other reaching out to touch hers against the glass. In the end, she opened her eyes and smiled contentedly. She looked radiant.

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Shall we Play a Game Pt. 06

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Holding Sara like this is heaven, and almost makes me forget what we’re doing here. With an effort of will I slowly pull away from her and move to stand by the bed. The first thing I do is to unlock the handcuffs, leaving Sara to believe she isn’t going to be restrained anymore. Sliding my arms under her thighs and upper back I slowly lift her up and move her farther down onto the bed.

She’s a little twitchy, not sure of what my next exploration of her body will be. Gently placing her arms by her sides, I make sure everything’s in place and gently turn her over so she’s facing downward. Moving my right arm under her hips, I lift her up and position the pillow better. Then, with my hands trembling with excitement, I slide my fingers under the panties at her hips and begin sliding them off of her body.

Having the handcuffs taken off me leaves me feeling euphoric, now I will be able to touch Sir! He picks me up and puts my body back down on the bed, lying fully on it. My arms are placed by my sides, and he slowly rolls me over so my back is turned upwards, and I can feel a pillow under my middle. He slides his arm under me and gently lifts me up, moves the pillow a little, then sets me back down. The pillow is comfortable, and the way it’s placed is raising my ass up high. With a wave of excitement I feel his hands slide under my panties and slowly slide them down my legs! Pulling them off, his hands glide back up my calves and stop on the inside of my knees, then begin pulling my legs slightly apart. I feel my sex being exposed, easy prey for whatever it is that Sir is going to do. All I can do now is wait for whatever he has planned for me.

I sit there for what seems like a long time, looking at the beautiful, perfect expanse of skin waiting for my touch. Reaching out with my right hand I place it barely touching the side of her neck, move down across her shoulder, then begin a slow teasing glide down her back. The almost violent tremor that shakes her body signals her awareness that the next phase of my conquest has begun.

Moving my fingers randomly over her back I revel at the softness, the smoothness of her skin focusing all my attention on the nerves underneath my fingertips. She squirms a little under my touch, unable to control her bodies reaction to my caress. I keep this up until I sense that she has been brought to as high a peak of arousal as this teasing touch can achieve, and I move on to the next step. Placing my fingertips around the dimples just above her tempting bottom, I begin to caress those two spots and start again seducing her with words.

“So soft, so soft. I remember one time we were walking together in a crowd and someone jostled you, and I reached out to steady you. You were wearing a halter top and your lower back was uncovered. That one little touch nearly overwhelmed me, the smoothness of your skin, and in my mind I imagined the heat of your body warming my hand. Shortly after that I lost you in the crowd, or you left me behind, but I could still feel the texture of your skin for hours.”

“Another time I came up behind you, and you didn’t know I was there, and probably wouldn’t have cared if you’d known. You were wearing a mans shirt with the bottom half lifted up and tied off just beneath your breasts, and you had a pair of capri pants that were low on your hips. These two beautiful dimples here (gently running my fingers in a circular motion around them) were on display to my hungry eyes, and I imagined they were calling me, asking me to fall to my knees and kiss them, lick them. So many things I dreamed of doing to your body, the pleasure of touching you is almost more than I can bear!”

The feel of the feather earlier was wonderful, but it pales in comparison to Sirs touch on my back. He started out lightly touching the side of my neck, and then slowly trailed his fingertips down my neck to caress my shoulder, then began exploring my back, sometimes with his fingertips, sometimes with his whole hand. Slowly tantalizing the hungry nerves under my skin, taking his time to fully explore my back. Gradually the need grew in me, and doğubeyazıt escort my breath again started to quicken. My body gently moves under his touch, not by my conscious will but simply reacting to the pleasure I’m receiving. Then, as if that wasn’t enough, again he arouses me with words, telling me how he worshiped my body, how he lusted for me.

Shortly after that he began to run his fingers over the cheeks of my ass, sometimes softly patting them with his hand as if to imitate spanking me, sometimes cupping a cheek in his hand and squeezing it. Placing his hand flat on my lower back he slowly ran his hand down the cheeks of my ass, and kept going, and I realized he was going to again drive me wild by caressing the inside of my thighs!

How many times has Sara sat in my lap, her soft/firm bottom capturing my attention, causing my cock to begin to swell? How many times have I reached around her to grasp those two warm cheeks so I can lift her up and bring her body close to mine? How many times have I shortened my stride so she can walk in front of me, her hips swaying and her ass rotating to my admiring gaze?

Propped up with the pillow under her, her ass is shown to its full effect, the smooth skin hiding firm muscle beneath it. Gliding my hand over and over those twin mounds, occasionally pausing to cup one cheek and gently squeeze it, it’s almost more than I can bear. I want to bring my mouth to her ass, kiss and lick it, then bite a cheek and marvel at the faint teeth marks on her skin. I tell myself firmly to control my desire, not yet, not yet. I slowly let my hand move from those dimples down over her ass, and lower, and I feel her body tense a little, she realizes what’s next.

Oh God, Sir starts his fingers slowly caressing down the inside of my left thigh, and I tremble violently at the surge of need that slams into me. Up and down, up and down, sometimes moving in a straight line, sometimes moving in swirling motions. I start softly crying, the sensations are too much! I can feel my body start to move, and it’s movements are no longer haphazard. My hips are moving up and down, my pussy searching for stimulation, my vagina needing Sirs cock. “Please Sir please,” I hear myself begging,” fuck me, fuck your Toy!” My pleas are momentarily answered when I feel Sir begin to move his body towards me, then dashed when I feel his lips on my neck, gently kissing me.

It’s too much for me, and I draw my arms upwards, preparing to turn myself over and throw myself into Sirs embrace. He stops what he’s doing, grasps my arms and moves them again to my sides, giving them a squeeze to signal me to not move them again. I feel him reach over my body to the arm on the other side from him, and feel him begin to wind some kind of cloth around my wrist, then tie it into a loose knot. No, no, not again, the stress of being restrained and unable to touch Sir will be more than I can stand! “Oh please Sir, no, please let me touch you,” I beg him, but he continues to my other wrist and binds it also. I try to move my arms and realize that the cloth lies under me, I can’t raise my hands from my sides! His mouth returns to my neck, tongue licking me, his hand returns to my thighs, and I feel as if I might explode!

My cock is so hard it almost aches, and I’m trembling almost as much as Sara. When Sara begged me to fuck her I came close to giving in to my own needs and driving my cock inside her but I fought it down. There have been times in our marriage when we’ve both been driven crazy with lust but this is a level that we’ve never experienced before. From somewhere deep inside me I remember my vow to remind her of our safe words, and mumble into her ear, “Mouse and elephant Toy, mouse and elephant.” I don’t know it she’s capable of understanding what I’m telling her, but I had to try.

Returning my mouth to the nape of her neck I gently bite her, and the groan that erupts from her lips is animalistic. Between my mouth on her back and my hand between her thighs she can’t take much more, and I move on to the next part of my seduction. I move my dörtyol escort lips to her ass and start kissing her there, licking the flesh squirming under my mouth, and move my hand to her sex and start touching the engorged wet labia there. Her body suddenly goes rigid, and she screams loudly as an orgasm slams into her body and mind!

Kissing my ass, licking it, I need, I need, too much, rocking hips, desperate, please please, can’t think, want an orgasm, crying, can’t get enough air, nipples rubbing against bed, take me fuck me, Toy begs, can’t move arms, don’t know why, feels Sir move hand to pussy and rubs, Oh God yes Oh God yes, CUMING, SCREAM, BODY JERKS WITH EACH VIOLENT PULSE, THRASHING ON BED, DESTROYING ME, CAN’T STOP, WON’T STOP! HOW LONG, HOW LONG! TOY NO LONGER EXISTS, ONLY WAVE AFTER WAVE OF INCREDIBLE EXSTACY REMAINS! AT LAST, SLOWLY stopping, recovering, orgasm lessens, body goes limp, quietly sobbing, feel drained, Sir lying on my back, gently holding me, the side of his face pressed against mine, his cheek caressing mine, his body trembling (with his own need?).

My mind begins to recover, actual thoughts start to form in my brain again, shocked and a little frightened at how powerful that orgasm was! Don’t know whether or not I can continue, but Sir hasn’t cum yet, he’s not done with Toy. He lifts himself off me, and returns his mouth to my ass, and his hand moves again to my sex, and even after an orgasm that almost destroyed me I feel a current of excitement as he touches me again.

I don’t know how I did it, but I kept myself from letting go. My control, when I’ve wanted to use it, has been good before but this was almost more than I could endure! Sara’s body violently moving under me as she climaxed was almost painful torture but when I come tonight it will be inside her, not erupting to splash onto her skin. I held myself there, holding her, and slowly forced myself off of her when I sensed she was almost recovered from her release.

Lowering my face again to the twin globes of her ass I began to lick them, and moved my hand back to her sex to caress her anew. I sensed her breath catch in her throat and was relieved, I was afraid that after such a powerful orgasm that her body might not be able to respond to more pleasure. She is so wet, so wet! Her lips are hot to the touch, and swollen to tight thickness. Going up her labia I use my second and fourth finger to rub her. and on the way down I stiffened my middle finger to lightly press inside of her, teasing just the smallest inside of her vulva. Her tired body began to respond to my touch, her hands started to open and close, aching to touch me, and she began to rub her face into the bed, reacting to my caressing of her center.

Taking my wet fingers away from her pussy I rubbed their moisture onto one of her cheeks, and started to lick the sweet nectar off of it. I hear a soft moan rise from her, and a tremor shakes my body as I react to her arousal. Again and again I repeat this pattern, her lubrication continuing to seep from her sex.

After that climax I would have thought that I wouldn’t be able to feel arousal again for days but Sirs mouth and hand begin building up need in me again. The lips of my sex feel tight, and the soft touch of Sirs fingers is heaven, only I want that middle finger to go deeper, so many nerve endings in my vagina desiring to be touched and caressed. He takes his hand away and I open my mouth to beg him to continue, then feel his hand wiping my juices onto my ass. Returning his hand to my center he starts again, and I feel his tongue on the cheek he rubbed my moisture on and a moan escapes me when he starts licking it off of me. Sometimes short little licks, sometimes long slow licks, occasionally I hear him making sounds as if he’s savoring the flavor of my wetness, smacking his lips. Over and over he does this, taking the secretions from my labia and moving it to my ass for his tasting. Then he moves his mouth away from my butt and takes in a breath, and talks to me again.

“I dulkadiroğlu escort have a confession to make to you Toy, I’m a thief. All those years ago I would sometimes follow you when I knew you were going to do laundry, and finally I was rewarded when you filled a washing machine but realized you didn’t have enough soap. You left to go get some and I quickly opened the machine, there wasn’t anyone else there, and I reached in and pulled out some of your panties. I wrote down what brand they were and their color and quickly put them back. It took me a little while to find out where they were sold, but I was motivated and persevered. Buying some I put them in my car and waited for my opportunity.

The next time you did laundry my preparations were set. I watched as you put your clothes into the washer, and just as you were about done I called my accomplice to begin. He began to fiddle with your car door, and you saw him. You quickly reached into your purse for the mace I knew you carried and rushed out to confront him. I reached into the washer and pulled out your panties and replaced them with the ones I had purchase, I got three of them. I looked up and saw that my pretend thief was running away, and you hadn’t turned back yet, so your didn’t see the true thief getting away. I paid the man the hundred dollars I owed him, and went home with my prizes.

Going inside, I put them down on my coffee table and gazed down at them, three simply pieces of cloth but with your scent still clinging to them. Trembling I picked up one of them and held it up to my face, and smelled the wonderful scent of your body on it. One by one I lifted them up to me and inhaled their wonderful odor. Choosing the one I thought had less smell to it I laid it aside, stood up, and dropped my pants. Sitting back down I picked up the one I thought had the most scent and held it up to my face again and inhaled. Reaching out and getting the other one I placed it against my already throbbing hard-on. Breathing deeply through my nose I began to stroke my cock with my hand clutching your pantie, and was quickly rewarded with a massive orgasm. That was the first of a number of times I masturbated with your panties, eventually the scent faded away but I would still occasionally stroke my cock with them. I haven’t done that for a while but I still have them. Being able to smell and taste you now is more joy than you can imagine.”

Trembling I rest on a knifes edge between fright and passion. To have someone following me and wanting me so much leaves me worried about a man who would do something like that. At the same time it excites me that someone could desire me so much that he could be driven to such extremes.

He begins again masturbating me and licking the moisture off my ass. Then he changes, he’s still rubbing my pussy but begins to bite my ass, one cheek and then the other, never painfully but hard enough for me to feel him doing it. Once again I’m trembling with wanting another orgasm, amazed that my body can still want more, capable of needing more.

I feel him reach under my hip with his other arm and feel him fumbling around at the top of my sex, and gasp as he pulls the hood away from my clit, leaving it hard and vulnerable in the air. Moving his palm up to cup my labia, he extends his index finger and softly presses against my nub, and my body jerks at the touch. He flexes his hand against my pussy and I toss my head back and forth across the bed, it feels so good! The finger begins to move back and forth across my button, over and over again, and my body weakly clenches as an orgasm washes through me, not as powerful as the one preceding it but still strong enough to leave me gasping for air.

He continues tormenting me, and I weakly ask him to have mercy, to let me rest, but he reminds me that earlier he had predicted that I would eventually be asking him to stop, and that he has no intention to let me go yet. Moving his hand, he places his finger at the top of my clit and pressed his thumb against the underside. Still biting the cheeks of my ass, he begins to move his thumb in a circular motion, grinding my clit against the finger at it’s top. I squirm, trying to get away, but he holds down my body with his shoulder and head, quickly brings me to another orgasm. I don’t think I can survive any more, and sob with relief when he again moves up to hold me in his arms.

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Door Locks and Daydreams

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An erotic daydream encounter!

Freakin home ownership! You know what I’m talking about. It’s always something. Yea, Yea, Yea; blah, blah, blah. Own some dirt they said. It will never decrease in value and you can pass it down to your kids. Build a house they said…buy a house they said…!

What they never said was the flippin dirt gets taxed every year. So does the dwelling or buildings on it. They never told me the friggin building will need to be maintained for christ’s sake nor did they let on that if you can’t do the work yourself your gonna have to pay some sad sack SOB to do it for you. Good luck finding a competent craftsman that takes pride in his work and one that isn’t out to pick your pocket.

Luckily, I’m quite skilled with tools because I’m also one cheap bastard and there’s not much else I dislike more than handing my hard earned dinero over to some smuck my neighbor recommended. I grew up on a small farm about 3 miles out of town. Back in the day a person had to be self sufficient or that person did not survive very long. I was field stripping my bike every other week at 10 years old just because I wanted to change the color. While other kids were playing jacks or whatever kids did at that age…I was up to my elbows in grease, either taking something apart or trying to put it back together and not have leave any parts on the barn floor.

Anyhoo…I digress. So the current saga I find myself embroiled in started with a conversation between Tracey, the wifey, and yours truly. We’ve owned and lived in our house for 30 years. Were getting up there in age, although both very healthy and in good condition, so like everybody else in our shoes…we started discussing the “final move” to Florida. Now keep in mind, I been working on old gal for over 5 years about taking that plunge and low and behold it was she who brought it up this time!

Needless to say, I sat bolt upright and for the first time in a long time I was listening very intently to what she was saying. Without boring you with all the fine details it came down to this. She was willing to begin a search for the “right” property in Florida as long as we were able to sell our current house at the top of the market.

Well shucks, I immediately saw where this was going. “Tracey honey” I pleaded….”buyers don’t give a rip one about the condition of any house, the market is tight…they all do their own renovations after they close on the property! This house has good bones…it will sell”

She was having none of it! The deal she laid out for me was to renovate this house, and then, if and only then, if we can find, “the right” house, we could make the move. “That’s all I’m gonna say about that!” she said with a high degree of finality.

So after replacing the central heat and air system, renovating the kitchen, installing new floors throughout the whole house, renovating the main bathroom, replacing the hot water heater as well as a new roof, we found ourselves having to replace the front door to the house. It was 30 years old and looked really bad. I had replaced the back door, a job I didn’t have any issues with but this front door deal was a whole different story. One I didnt want to mess with.

“The front door is the greeting that a person experiences when they are looking for a house!” Tracey said. “You’re good Jack, but I want a real nice door and I want it professionally installed” she continued emphatically. You long time married guys know its useless to even try and counter that attitude. “Happy wife; happy life”, and all that freakin jazz so they say.

So Tracey picked out her door and it was finally being installed today. The damn thing cost $6,000 freakin dollars! Unbelievable! The thing does nothing more than any other door has done for centuries…it opens, it closes, and it locks! Add that to the out of pocket renovation costs and we were $45K out of pocket. “This freaking door better be all the buyers talk about” I jabbed at Tracey. She just grinned, turned, and wiggled her ass at me, then slipped away with Salt and Pepper, our 2 chihuahuas right on her heels. “Man’s best friend huh?” I called out to the little ingrates.

So the installers were pretty competent and finished up in about 2.5 hours. I confess, I could have bought a door at the Home Depot for around $750 but it would have probably taken me two days to install it and trim it out. They finished the job and the guy handed me the invoice and 2 keys. He smiled and said “Have a nice weekend”, and poof they were gone. I must confess: the door does look nice and it operates very smoothly.

Hold on, hold on ya’ll, I’m getting to the good part…

So now this expensive door caused me to have a major key situation…the front door locks and the back door locks, as well as the interior garage door locks. are now different. Who wants to have to fish around for a specific key depending on which door you wan to use. I just want to get in the friggin house using one key that opens datça escort all doors! So, with that in mind, I set off to the local Home Depot, intent on purchasing new combination door hardware (it was due), handles and dead bolts for both the other doors and to get locks pinned out as well as keys cut so they all match. I grab the keys to the van and go to jump in the driver seat when I catch a glimpse of the neighbors daughter, Lizzie, out front in their driveway washing her car.

Lizzie is 19 years old and a college sophomore, home for the summer. I started the van and as I allowed it to warm up I watched this amazingly gorgeous young woman, blond, tanned, perfect body, and wearing her new for the summer, I’m guessing, white string bikini which left nothing to the imagination. She was getting more water and suds all over her than she was getting on the car and I was certainly enjoying the spectacle. The view was so “hot” I was melting and it wasn’t the current outside temperature doing the thermal hit job on my crotch, if you know what I mean!

Lizzie looked my way and smiled saying, “Hey Mr. Jack, how have you been”?

I was dumbstruck by how delicious this young woman looked and I just stared at her for a second or two. Such an absolute sweety. I finally responded saying “Hi Lizzie, are you home for the summer?” She nodded her head yes and playfully sprayed some water in my direction. I felt that incredible spreading vibration that every man feels when a smokin hot and sexy college coed smiles at him. It crept up from my groin and cruised through my spine, flowing through every extremity and cell of my being.

“Lord why is my mouth and throat so dry?” I thought as I waved and put the van in reverse, backing out of the driveway. Without thinking, I blew Lizzie a kiss, extracting a big smile from her. She made a grabbing act with her hand and then placed her hand over her heart. Then she blew a kiss backat me, having one of those big belly laughs as she probably thought it was so cute for this old guy to cut the silly fool with her. Again, with the melting! “Oh crap, hope I don’t have to explain to Tracey why I’m blowing kisses to the neighbors daughter, heehee” I chuckled to myself.

So the sweet angel next door caused a lightening bolt to travel up my spine and into my brain, just about making me lose consciousness. I hit the accelerator, heading up the street, trying to catch my breath. Did she just grab my air kiss and smash it into her firm sweet titty? Whatever she did it sure got my attention. All I could think was “OMG its going to be an interesting summer with Lizzie around.”

I arrived at the hardware store, parked the van, and headed inside. I picked out 2 door handle/dead bolt lock sets in the color and style that Tracey desired and then found “Sid”, the person in hardware that knew how to set locks and cut keys. Sid and I bantered back and forth about my project for a couple minutes and then and he set to work re-keying the locks. He opened the packages, took apart the locks and got busy setting all the little pins in all four. He also had to cut me four new keys so there would be enough for everyone that needed access to our house…me, Tracey, our next door neighbor Jim, and one for the house cleaner, plus a couple spares.

This was going to take some time and Sid was immersed in his work, thus ending our conversation, so I found myself kind of people watching. That type of thing doesn’t really interest me as I just don’t give a fuck about what the hell other people are doing. Now Tracey…she could people watch all day, but I don’t believe it’s germane just to her…I think most women are predisposed to being engrossed in that type of activity.

Anyway, I found myself drifting off into a daydreaming state. It was very weird because I was aware of everything around me but my mind just disconnected from reality…in fact so much that the next thing I noticed gave me the shock of my life…

I was staring down the long isle of nuts and bolts when out of nowhere Lizzie rounded the far end and was strutting down the aisle straight for me. What was so amazingly shocking was the way she was dressed.

Prepare yourself because this is the kind of stuff you only read about on those erotic stories on those websites or the type of thing you would see in a porn movie. This ravishing young beauty was strutting towards me clad only in her tiny white bikini bottom. The same one she was wearing earlier when I saw her washing her car. The only other thing she wore was a pair white “do me” sandles, about 4 inches high with the little thin strap around her ankle.

The way she moved, unlike those runway models with their over exagerated hip rolling, She moved with a smooth grace like she was floating above the floor. Her hips swayed seductively, the natural way a womans body does when not focused on attracting attention. Lizzie was just plain sexy without even trying. Her natural “B” sized tits hardly defne escort moved. There was no loose jiggling, they were that firm. “Perfect” would be the word to describe them and her “diamond” tipped nipples, high up on top of her tits were amazing. I was sure, those nipples could have cut through any material found in this store, just like how they were cutting through my soul.

I was mezmerized and I stood there, just like the other few customers that noticed her caprecious jaunt down aisle 6. She strode straight up to me and slid her hands through my beard and around my neck. She looked me in the eyes and kissed me on the lips. My mind was racing, trying to determine what the hell was going on…I mean, all the five normal investigative questions banged and bashed thru my brain. Who, what, when, where, and why is this happening and WHAT THE FUCK!

I then felt her deliciously soft but controlling tongue wiggle through my lips and slide seductively over and around my tongue. She twisted it, rolled it, and slathered against mine so erotically that I just about ejaculated in my pants right then and there. She sucked on my tongue hard then pealed her lips off mine. Her ice blue eyes bored through me and she said in her sweet sexy voice, real low so only I could hear, “Jack, I want you to fuck me right here, in this place, and in front of all these people. You know you want to. I saw it in your eyes this morning. Do me hard baby. Fuck this gorgeous tight 19 year old body with your big thick cock right here in public!” To hear those outrageously erotic words come out of this sweet girls mouth was just plain crazy sexy.

My body was vibrating like a tuning fork, not like when it is tapped on the edge of a table but one that had been assaulted by a 20 pound sledghammer, repeatedly. My balls were so hot I thought a thermal temperature gauge would redline if pointed at them. My cock was straining so much against my pants it hurt…I mean it really fucking hurt, no pun intended.

In a panic but unsure of what to do, I picked Lizzie up and set her on a pallet of new flooring, the kind that click and lock together. Why I mention that fact is lost on me, other than that all the packages were wrapped in plastic and I figured that might reduce the chance of splinters, as opposed to setting her the nearby stack of two by fours. I mean, I figured if we were going to go manic fuck crazy on each other, I didnt want to cause any undeserved damage.

Lizzie leaned back and supported herself with her arms at a 45 degree angle. My hands slid from under her sweet ass and ran down both her athletic toned legs. I placed her right leg on my shoulder and her left foot against my chest, taking my time undoing the sandal strap while softly caressing her gorgeous ankle. I set her sandal on the pallet and then did the same with her right.

I noticed Sid had stopped working on my locks and washalf turned to see what the commotion was about. Aditionally, some of the other shoppers as well as the employees were starting to gather and stare…”How rude I thought!” I mean its one thing to glance, but to outright stop and stare! The nerve of some people!

Not one to be impacted by what others think, I redirected my focus towards the erotic seathing woman directly in front of me. With her legs supported on my shoulders, my hands were free to explore her gorgeous legs. Slowly my hands roamed over her sleek calves and around her delicious thighs. OMG Lizzie’s sweet soft inner thighs melted in my mouth like butter. I kissed and licked them incessantly while breathing in the scent emminating from her pouty quim. My tongue followed my hands but moved so much slower as it was required to drag my lips over her sexy skin and of course I wanted to kiss every inch of her naked flesh. My eyes transversed from her blue orbs, over her firm heaving tits and down to her salaciously perfect pussy.

Her bald mound looked incredible…so beautifully formed and inviting, totally symetrical if I may say so. Her engorged pussy lips and protruding labia called to me like a siren on the rocks with warm southern waves crashing on the shore. As I kissed and licked my way northward towards her venus I noticed a drip of her sweet syrup escaping through the lower area of her labia crevice, sliding on its slippery path over her phat pussy lips and down her firm round ass. As it decided to leave its host and attempt to spend its established presence on the floor of aisle 6, I anticipated its trajectory. As this bold drop of honey released its grip and departed it’s solid perch, it was limited in its flight by the slippery string of it’s own making. Through fast reflexes and a stabbing movement my tongue interecepted this drop and all the sweet elastic rope it had played out.

My mind saw all of this happening in slow motion and the taste of this single drop of Lizzie’s product caused a burning jolt of fire to rip thorugh my balls and viciosly scortch my cock. My tongue quickly demetevler escort slathered its way over Lizzie’s ass cheek and around her inner thigh. I avoiding her now moist leaking pink flower and asaulted her throbbing clit. Her faint scent tickled my olfactories deliciously.

I stole a glance at Lizzie’s gorgeous face and I shivered at the lazers coming from her eyes. Her chest was heaving and she was moaning while saying the most erotic things, “Oh Daddy, Daddy, you’re gonna suck on my hot juisy pussy aren’t you Daddy Jack! Oh fuck yes give me that tongue baby! Lick your hot little slut’s pussy big Jacky!”

“Such a silly cutie” I thought and nodded at her slowly as my tongue cricled her clit. Each time I drug my raspy muscle over her hot button she moaned and shivered. Lizzie’s legs slowly raked over my shoulders, pumping slowly as she rocked her hips, begging for me to get on with it. OMG I loved watching her squirm and attempt to mash her dripping pussy against my face.

I lost a bit of focus when I noticed the crowd of people grow at both ends of the aisle and they seemed to be getting closer, of course to get a better look. Sid realized what was happening and gathered a few other employees to block off the aisles with those long saw-horse style barriers, which held back the crowds and gave Lizzie and I enough room to work unimpeded.

I could see people taking out there phones to record our devious display but Lizzie and I didnt care. In a lucid moment we both looked at each other, and then burst out laughing…”Fuck it!” we both said together. Then Lizzie grabbed my ears and growled at me…”Get on with it fuck boy!”

I gladly obeyed my sweet little princess and slathered my tongue over her pussy lips, up and down, over and over, rimming and teasing her ass hole with every pass. I felt Lizzie’s fingers run through my hair when I slipped the tip of my tongue between the flaps of her labia. That simple act opened the flood gates allowing her slippery moisture to escape. My tongue drilled between her petals and I sucked her nectar over my tongue and enjoyed that sensation of it slowly sliding down my throat. I felt that burning tingle that starts at the base of your skull and crawls into your spine whenever the glorious fullfillment of sexual desire washes over ones existance. The spiky vibration coursed through my body as my tongue slipped deep into her hot pink pulsing pussy. I tongue fucking Lizzie like a freshly charged power tool takes care of business.

Lizzie was now moaning like a two dollar whore. She drew her legs up high to her shoulders and slid her hands to the back of my head. She pulled my face hard against her gash and rocked her hips, wiping her hot dripping pussy all over my face. Her face was twisted and her eyes were completely white as she pumped her pussy on me like I was her human dildo, which I guess in the moment…I was!

Suddenly, Lizzie’s legs shot skyward fully extended and she wrapped them violently around my shoulders. She bucked her hips repeatedly while arching her back, experiencing the most vicious orgasm I had ever seen. She screamed and pulled my hair about out of my head. I did my best to continue tongueing her but she just took over and I was along for the ride. OMG what a ride it was. She unloaded a squirting stream of her hot liquid that hit me square in the face and shot over my head, soaking me and making a slippery mess all over the aisle.

My cock was throbbing so violently and my breathing was heavy. All of the sudden the cheering of the assembled crowd cut through the din of sexual pschosis. Lizzie had briefly passed out from her orgasmic overload but the noise caused her eyes to roll downward and return to focus. She looked at me and smiled so deviously while stroking my hair.

Over the loudspeaker I heard an announcement “Clean up on aisle 6”. Then an overzealous employee with a mop and bucket squeezed by one of the barriers and started to mop up Lizzie’s discharge. She was a cute little Latina girl, who smiled sweetly and said “Excuse me Senor Jack, please grab your huge cock and step aside for a second so I can mop us this area. Safety first is our motto!” I smiled slyly at this little cutie in her orange vest and sexy tight jeens, then grabbed my cock and stepped back while she tidied up the area. I was a bit forlorn as I watched that mop absorb all that sweet Lizzie juice that should be inside or at least all over me.

The store manager, not one to miss an opportunity, rigged up one of those spinner signs and put an employee out on the street to draw in more shoppers. He thought, “god damn there hasn’t been anything this exciting in years.” The sign read: “Cum inside! Live demonstration! Today only!” of course the spelling error was intentional. He had a wicked sense of humor.

That of course caused the crowd to swell. While Jack waited patiently for the mopping cutie to complete her task, he stroked his cock and surveyed the crowd. There were all kinds of women staring in his direction, smiling, drooling, and almost all waving for him to come over to them so they could either touch him or give him their number. Jack kept his distance, mostly because he had an unfinished task to perform for his little minx, Lizzie.

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Back to the Old Grind

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When I got back to the office, George was manning the fort. I owe him a lot for covering for me.

“Good morning, George. How have things been going?”

“Tim, believe it or not, I’ve only had three walk-ins. It’s been quiet. You picked a good time to get some rest.”

I didn’t want to tell him I had been “hard” at work all week.

“Tim, we got the asshole that’s been busting into our system thanks to you. The D.A. and the Sheriff want to talk to you as soon as possible. They said they would even come to the shop or in the evening to your house.”

“George, I’d like to talk to them at home or their office after I close this afternoon if that’s workable.”

“Great we’ll be looking forward to seeing, you as will Mrs. O’Connell.”

The rest of the day was uneventful. I’ve learned to keep a spare change of clothes at the office. Mrs. Cynthia Crenshaw taught me about that quickly. So, a quick wash-up and I was out the door for Overton. It was a very nice afternoon, and the road to Overton is mostly tree-lined. A relaxing drive, to be sure.

I walked into the D.A.’s office, you would have thought I was the King of England walking in. Everyone was saying how grateful they were and that if it weren’t for me, they would have never caught the guy. Everything came to a halt when Mrs. O’Connell came in.

“Mr. Ouster, it is a pleasure to see you again. I must admit, I wish it were under different circumstances. We owe you a great deal of gratitude. You will be compensated for your time.”

“Mrs. O’Connell, the pleasure is mine. I am happy my services have done the job you requested. I am always at the beck and call of the town of Overton’s police and city council. My compensation is seeing this goofball behind bars.”

The D.A. is a very nice guy, but I wouldn’t want to be on his bad side. He gives “just business” a brand-new meaning. He said I could go back to Medford and would give me as much notice as possible when I testify. That was fine with me.

‘Mr. Ouster”, Mrs. O’Connell spoke up, “When this horrid business is over, I would like for you to join us for a victory dinner. I will be held in the civic center, so the people of Overton can attend. No speeches or anything boring. Just a celebration.”

“Excellent, thank you Madam Chair.” With that, I left for home.

When I got back to the shop, I was almost scared to look at the phone recorder. But I got lucky, there were only seven messages from Lillian. I wonder what Lillian wants. I may hate myself, but I’ll deal with that in the morning. What I need is a good night’s sleep with no one getting needy during the night.

The following morning was grey and brought drizzling rain. The front door opened and Miss Thompson from the library came in. She was carrying two laptops and as always, a cheerful smile.

“Miss Thompson, why didn’t you call? I would be more than happy to meet you at the library.”

“Tim, I know you would, but even a musty old bookworm, needs to shake off a little dust now and then. I needed to do a little personal dusting.”

“What seems to be the problem with your laptops? They don’t appear to be that old.”

Miss Thompson explained, “I have no idea who uses them, and they seem to be very slow.”

“Miss Thompson, let Doctor Tim examine your patients.”

When I got into them, they just needed a little maintenance. Nothing major, no one had taken care of them. They just had too much junk in them. I told Miss Thompson, if she has about thirty minutes, I think the laptops would be good for another thousand miles.

She wanted to do some shopping and window shopping on Main Street. She said she may be gone for a couple of hours. Bless her heart. What a sweet lady. I often wondered if there was a Mr. Thompson.

My mental wandering was abruptly halted by the ringing of the office phone. Guess who?

“Good morning, Lilian. How are you?” In my mind, I was thinking, horny. “What do I owe the pleasure of your call this morning?”

“Tim, I have not seen you in two weeks. My laptop is giving me all kinds of problems. I, I mean it needs to be looked at, and demirözü escort soon.”

Laptop. I’ve heard it called “cookie”, “winkie”, or “pussy”, but never a laptop. Oh well, to each his or her own.

“Lillian, I have been thinking about you a lot. I do miss seeing you, too. I had to go out of town, it was a business trip and might be very good for my business. And I do have to be available for a trial in Overton. My security system caught the person who was hacking their system.”

“I need to see you, Tim. Since you have moved to Medford, I’m, well you see, I just need to see you.”

“Let me call the Sheriff in Overton. Maybe he can tell me if I will be called tomorrow. If not, I will be over tonight, I cannot promise you right now. I have to call.”

“Fine, let me know as soon as you can. And I’m sure Cynthia would understand. I’ll pick you up to avoid suspicion,”

“Good afternoon, Sheriff, Tim Ouster. I am wondering if you have any idea when I may be needed for court?”

“Your timing is excellent. I have just finished talking with the D.A., he said the judge won’t be able to start the case until Tuesday of next week. This is only Wednesday, I would suggest that you be available, possibly even on Monday. Is that possible?”

“Sheriff that will work out just fine. I will keep my phone on should anything change.”

“Well, it looks like your day has been successful. And obviously, you have made some shop owners happy as well.”

“Yes, I was a bit bad today. But I haven’t played hooky in a long time, Tim. The library keeps me on because I’ve been there forever. They don’t need me, but I do need them. It gets me out of the house. Now, how much for the laptops?”

“Miss Thompson, there is no charge. And how about if I drive you home? You have quite a few packages.”

“Tim, you are a good guy, I will take you up on your offer.”

When I got back to the shop, I returned to the task of packing for a stay at Lillian’s. She treats me quite well, but her timing needs some fine-tuning. She always has great food and is fun to be around. And I must admit, she is a good lover.

My phone rang, it was Cynthia. “I was just thinking about you. What’s going on?”

“I’m sure Lillian has tagged you for a, shall I say, dinner together. Tim, I want you to know, I remember our conversation.

“I’m glad you remember. You are my lady.”

We talked for a few minutes, and it was a pleasant conversation. I went back to packing for Lillian. I don’t know what I was packing, it seems most of these rich ladies never wear clothes. I knew Lillian would be sliding sideways into the drive at any moment. Just about then, I heard her horn. I got in her car; a boat is more like it. She was wearing a see-through robe. Dinner is ready.

When we got to her mansion, she had rib-eye steak sandwiches and beer. Yes, I can be persuaded. Lillian asked if I wanted to get comfortable, so I took her up on the offer. I came back wearing only my briefs. She had shed her robe, so, I just took off the briefs and gave them a fling. Lillian loved that.

I started walking toward her. It was visible, my cock was getting ready to enter her. Lillian smiled a seductive smile. She got down on her knees and opened her mouth. I slid my cock down to her tonsils. Her one hand grabbed my ass cheek the other grabbed my balls. Lillian was sucking my cock.

Her nose was against my pelvis, and she was sucking me like my cock was a soda straw. She raised her head enough to concentrate on my cock head. She had it sucked between her lips and flicked it with her tongue. It was wonderful. I put my hands on her head and shoved my cock back to her throat. Lillian was moaning with delight.

I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my cock out of her mouth. I sat her on the couch with her butt just on the edge. I spread her legs and flicked my tongue at her. She pushed my head into her bush and began to lick and suck her dripping pussy. She always has an intoxicating fragrance. I love sucking her and licking her clit.

I reached for her large breasts and got a firm hold denizli escort of them. I was milking her as though I would get liquid from them. I did not forget her hard nipples. I pinched and pulled hard, then went back to milking her. The more nipples pinching and pulling. Lillian’s moans were louder and more often. I knew she was about to climax.

I let go of her nipples and got on my knees. I moved up to steaming pussy and shoved my cock in. I grabbed her tits and started the milking and pulling. Within a couple of minutes, Lillian was panting, moaning, and squirting her climax, soaking my cock and balls. I didn’t slow down. I pumped Lillian’s pussy through her climax. My relentless pounding of her finally resulted in my shooting stream after stream of sperm into her melting pot.

She slid on her side, and my cock slid out of her. I got her completely on the couch and stuck my cock back into her. I pumped her until my limp cock would not stay in her drenched pussy. I got up, and Lillian had her arms outstretched. I straddled her and slid my limp cock into her mouth. Lillian sucked it like we were just getting started. She was a sex machine.

When we finally separated, Lillian saw the puddle of sex juices we had deposited on her couch. She looked up at me and smiled.

“Now, do you believe I needed to see you? Just look at the puddle of juice I have been holding just for you. Tim, you know you can have as much as you want as often as you want. I don’t care if you call me at one in the morning. I would be ready for you.”

“I know Lillian. I do appreciate your giving of yourself and everything you do to please me. You are a wonderful lover and a very sexy woman. I love the color of your eyes and hair. Your lips are soft as flower petals. And your other petals are intoxicating I wish I could be inside you right now, but he does need his rest.

We ate and drank some more. The conversation came around to the trial in Overton. I told Lillian what I could. When I could tell her no more, she understood. It was a very good evening. I got to know more about her, and I told her more about me.

We started getting back into our sexual mood. Lillian suggested going into the bedroom. I was ready to enjoy more of Lillian. I wanted more of Lillian.

When we were in the hall just outside of the bedroom, I took her in my arms and gave her a long hard kiss. While I was kissing her, it felt as though her knees were weakening. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her next to me. She was rubbing her pelvis against me. She reached behind me and grabbed my butt cheeks.

We got into bed and started hugging, kissing, and fondling each other deeper. She was running her finger between my butt cheeks. Lillian was getting serious. She had me get on all fours. She got behind me and was kissing and licking every part of my butt cheeks and more. The entire time she was attending to my ass, she was pulling on my stiffening cock. Lillian was giving me a great hand job while she got her kicks with my ass.

“You have had some fun, Lillian, now I want to have some fun. On all fours, so I can get to you. And if you’re good your back door.”

The look on her face was pure lust. Lillian loved having her back door filled. And I was going to oblige her. She already had the tube of gel on the bed.

I got behind Lillian and gave her ass a few good swats. She moaned in approval. I ran my finger between her ass cheeks a few times, then gave her a few more swats. I could see Lillian was getting wet and ready.

So, I pushed my finger at her tight opening just to tease her. She started moaning. I took the gel and applied an ample amount to her tight opening; I did the same on three of my fingers. I know what Lillian likes.

I slid a finger into Lillian’s back door. She inhaled sharply and released a long moan. I massaged her sphincter with my finger and Lillian was pushing back to ensure my entire finger was inside of her. She was relaxing her muscle, so I inserted another finger. Lillian started panting. She was enjoying this a lot. Without warning her I inserted develi escort the third finger.

“Oh, Tim, yes. You know what I want.”

I continued my three-finger massage of her backdoor. Keeping an even steady stroke. That’s what drove Lillian to her brink. Her backdoor was more relaxed, and she was pushing back forcing all three fingers completely into her. I knew it wouldn’t be much longer.

“Tim, I want your cock. I want it in me now.” Lillian demanded through her lust-induced panting.

I moved closer to her backdoor and guided my rock-hard cock to its target. She had very little resistance by now. I was slowly sliding into her bowel and Lillian panted harder and faster. She was getting the treatment she loved and could never get enough.

I continued an even stroke into her. Lillian was in heaven. She panted, moaned, and pushed back to be sure she was getting all my cock. Having her flesh slap against mine was arousing more and more. So, I began to pump her harder. With each reentry, my balls slapped against her wet pussy. I thought it was time to put Lillian and myself out of our sexual misery.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back as much as I could. Then I started pounding Lillian. She continued to push back so we were pounding in unison. She was panting heavily and moaning. I continued to pound her. When it happened, it engulfed her.

Lillian inhaled sharply and exhaled quickly, she did this over and over, then I felt the splash against my balls and the loud moan from Lillian. I held onto her hair and pounded her back door holding off as long as I could. When I climaxed, it was the hardest I had ever experienced. I covered Lillian’s insides with all of the hot lava I held in my balls. With each stream, Lillian squealed with approval. I collapsed on top of her.

“Stay there Baby. You feel so good on top of me with your cock still in me. Stay in as long as you can.”

It wasn’t long before my strength began to diminish, and her body forced me out. I lay next to Lillian, and she turned to face me. Her face was red, and her forehead had beads of exertion from what we enjoyed together. She cuddled up next to me.

“Lillian said, “I have never been so satisfied in my life. You know just what I want, and when I want it. I was going crazy the week you were gone.”

Lillian said she was hungry and went to freshen up. I could use some food and another cold beer. I suggested Clancy’s Bar. He has great pork sandwiches and fries. Lillian liked the idea, so out the door, we went.

For a weeknight, Clancy’s was quite crowded. We found a table on the far side tucked in a corner. That was perfect. Our drinks were brought to the table, and the server took our order. Lillian asked about the upcoming trial, and I told her there wasn’t much I could say concerning the trial. She did ask if Cynthia was subsidizing my business, and I told her she had sent me several customers.

Sheriff Thompson came by the table. I wasn’t sure how this was going to go over but I had nowhere to hide. I’m glad I was sitting opposite Lillian.

“Good evening, Lillian, Tim, how are you this evening? I imagine you are happy to be back in Medford, even with that messy business in Overtone.”

“It was nice to get away,” Tim said. “But home is where I feel the most comfortable. I am very thankful to George. Without his help, I may not have been able to go.”

“Sheriff Nelson and the entire force are very grateful to you. You gave them a real service. And Amanda O’Connell, to hear her talk you can walk on water. I know how they feel. You did the same for us. Well, enjoy your meal. Lillian, good to see you as always,”

We finished our dinner and relaxed over a couple of more drinks and more idle conversation. Lillian wanted to unbutton her top button, but she was facing the people. I know what she was hoping for, but I wanted some rest.

When we got back to Lillian’s, we had another drink. I was exhausted.

“Lillian, I do apologize, but I need to get some sleep. After a good night’s rest, I will feel much better.”

I got in the shower, dried off, and got into bed. It wasn’t long before Lillian was next to me. She pushed her sweet round butt into me, and I put my arm around her. I held her right breast, and she was happy.

“Good night, Tim. Sleep well,” was the last thing I remember Lillian saying.

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What does a woman wear to a happy ending massage? I wondered blankly to myself as I stared into my overflowing wardrobe. It’s not a situation I had been in before, massages I had done, but nothing quite so intimate. My friends had purchased me this ‘hands on’ experience for my birthday, exclaiming that they had all loved it and couldn’t recommend it more highly. That it was a life-changing experience and after I had been once I would be completely addicted. To be honest, their excited proclamations had certainly caught my attention, but I wasn’t the kind of person who would pay for sex, so I held off and made excuses. This did not stop my clever friends, who saw right through my hesitations and made sure I couldn’t say no, because it was already paid for.

I was feeling antsy, frustrated, it had been so long since anyone had touched my body that the nervousness I felt over taking this leap into the unknown was greatly overshadowed by a curiosity and hunger for something exciting. So, the day had finally come for me to dig out the booking details from under a stack of papers and make the call. I managed to book in for that very same day, a fortunate thing according to the woman on the other end of the line, as they had just had a cancellation.

The process of getting ready for something like this was daunting to me. How obvious should I be in knowing that I may end up having my most private parts exposed and touched. I decided to treat it like a first date, reassuring myself that it was better to be over prepared than not prepared at all. I treated myself to a delicious shower and spent a good amount of time prepping my body to it’s very best ready to present to the masseuse. Oh god, what was I doing?!

I could feel the anxiety creeping in, the hesitation, so without a second thought I threw on whatever comfy clothes I could find, grabbed my purse, and practically sprinted to the car. Taking it one step at a time. Seatbelt on. Car on. Reverse. Drive. The drive was a blur and it passed far too quickly, the whole way there I could hear my heart hammering in my chest, my teeth were pressed tightly together and my hands gripped hard on the wheel. I don’t think I took a breath the whole way there.

I arrived at a house, beautiful, well kept, but nothing on the outside to show what was going on inside. That it was a place of hedonistic deviance offered to the well-paying client. I wondered whether I was in the wrong place. I had a slightly positive thought that if it was the wrong place then I would have a great excuse to back out of my plans. To go home, switch on some porn and spend the evening with my hand inside the trackpants I had decided to wear. Happy in my safe comfort. There was only one way to find out. I walked up the path to the front door and rang the bell.

The door was opened quickly, so fast I startled and became flustered. I looked in and saw two bright blue eyes looking right back at me, accompanied by a dazzling smile.

“You must be Alice. Welcome! I’m so pleased we could fit you in today,” she exclaimed cheerfully. In my flustered state I couldn’t seem to form words, I could only stare. She was dressed in a light summer dress that seemed to flow and move across her soft curves in a hypnotic, alluring way. It would also seem that she wasn’t wearing a bra judging by the way her nipples pressed proudly against the thin fabric. I blinked. She was still watching me expectantly, a curious expression on her face.

“Uh, yes, that’s me, I booked for 2 o’clock.”

Her face lit up, “Perfect, come on in,” she said, as she gestured for me to enter into the hallway. I stepped inside and she closed the door behind us.

“Follow me,” she said and led the way towards an open doorway slightly up the hall. I stared at her back as she walked, my eyes tracking down to the bouncy curves of her backside, the swishing of her skirt flowing from side to side, I wondered if she was wearing underwear. The way her butt did that little jiggle as she walked made me think not. She turned to check my location and though I moved my intoxicated eyes away as fast as the speed of light, I thought the smile she gave me next was a knowing one indeed. It seemed like her eyes carried a stronger hint of hunger to them. Like a predator that just saw it’s prey. But as soon as I thought I saw it, the look was gone, replaced with her cheerful exterior.

“Have a seat in here, I’ll go fetch you something to drink, and then run you through our processes,” she said, guiding me towards some plush, comfortable looking chairs, and then disappearing. I sat down and wasn’t disappointed with the feeling of being immediately wrapped in warmth and comfort. Taking in the space around me, the room definitely reminded me of something you would experience in a high-class spa. Tranquil music was playing softly in the background, a heavenly, relaxing scent filled the air, and all around were textures and colours that gave strong hints of sensuality and pleasure. Even the lighting was to a level that instantly helped me feel calmer. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply.

“Oh, good, I knew you would like it in here,” her soft voice çukurova escort came from the open doorway. My cheerful, blue-eyed lady had re-entered, placing next to me a glass of iced water and a slim wine glass that I assumed had some kind of sparkling alcohol in it. I didn’t hesitate and reached for the alcohol, something was sorely needed to soothe these nerves, which had perked right back up when the blonde had returned.

She sat down in the chair next to me, holding a fancy looking clipboard, “now, before we get started, we need to run through a few things. I will let you know our process, go over what you would like to receive from your massage, and discuss any questions or concerns you have, does that sound okay?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied meekly.

“Excellent! Don’t worry, it is absolute okay to be nervous on your first visit, but rest assured, you are in very safe hands. You will hear us say this a few times today, but if you are ever uncomfortable with something that is happening, or you want to stop, or change your mind, that is absolutely okay and we will always respect your decisions.”

I nodded to show my understanding, lost for words.

“As you know, we offer standard massage packages which are absolutely divine, if I do say so myself,” she said with a dreamy smile, “but we also offer exclusive adult massages, including our ever-popular happy ending massage, which I understand is what you have booked in for today, is that right?”

“Yes, my friends… for my birthday” I mumbled shyly, unsure of what I wanted to share, slightly embarrassed over having my secret desire talked about so openly.

“A birthday present!! Your friends are very generous, I will have to give them a discount on their next visit for their referral!” She carried on with barely a pause, “I will say, with the happy ending massage, do not feel pressured to have an orgasm, or orgasms, we prefer that you just enjoy the sensations and the journey, sometimes us girls put too much pressure on ourselves to cum and it just puts a dampener on the whole experience. You do not need to perform for us, that’s our job, you just relax, okay?”

“Okay,” I could feel my cheeks growing redder and redder.

“Good” she nodded almost as if in solidarity for the hardships of female orgasms. “As I said before, everything we do is up to you, if you find there is something that is not quite right, just say so. To help you to feel more comfortable to do this we use a traffic light system, red, green, yellow. Throughout your massage we check in and ask you what colour you are, if everything is good and you are happy, you only need to say ‘green’ and we will carry on, if you are feeling uncomfortable or something is not quite right, perhaps we are going too fast, say ‘yellow’, and we will check in to find out how we can help you. If you want to stop what is happening to you, or stop completely, you can say ‘red’ and that will cease the activity, and the session if you would like. Does that make sense?”

“Yes, red – bad, yellow — need help, green — good,” I said in a wobbly voice.

“That’s it! You got it! Don’t worry, we will remind you plenty of times. Now, in terms of what you would like in your session, a full body massage?” She asked, looking down at her clipboard and clicking her pen.

“Yes.” She happily ticked a box.

“With single, or multiple, orgasms?”

“Yes.” Tick.

“Are you comfortable with having your buttocks touched? Breasts? Anus? Vulva?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes.” Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick

“Are you comfortable with vaginal penetration?”

“Yes.”

“Anal penetration?”

“……yes” Her eyes looked up momentarily and pierced mine at the hesitation. She ticked and then added a short scribble of writing.

“Are you comfortable using toys?”

“Yes.”

With one final lavish tick on her form. She looked up and smiled, “How exciting! Do you have any questions, or anything you are worried about that I can help you with?”

“Uh, no, not really… I guess, are you doing the massage?”

“Me!? Oh, heavens no, I do help sometimes, but I need supervision with those kinds of things. Your masseuse will be along shortly, he is just with another client.”

My heart skipped a beat at the word ‘he’, I hadn’t planned on the massage being with a man, my friends never said that! The lady saw the momentary panic cross my face, she reached across and put her hand on my arm, looked at me warmly and said, “you will have fun, like I said, you are in safe hands.” At that, I jumped as a loud scream echoed around the hall, a scream that trailed off into a drawn-out moan of ecstasy. My blue-eyed beauty jumped as well, looked at her watch, and said to me, “he’s nearly finished! You stay here and relax, drink, give us about ten minutes, can I get you anything while you wait?”

“No, I’m okay, thank you,” I replied. To this, she nodded, gave me one last reassurance, and sauntered out of the room.

The wait felt like forever. I tried to busy myself by taking in the details of the room, the various artworks, and features, but nothing held my interest dalaman escort for long. I tried to take deep breaths, I was meant to be relaxing after all, but every now and then my breath would get stuck, and I felt as if I would die. I tried standing and walking around the room, but then got worried I’d be caught by the lady and seem like I was pacing like a deranged person, so I quickly sat back down. At one point, I heard a door open and hushed tones speaking, followed by the blonde lady escorting another woman back down the hallway. The woman was positively beaming, glowing and flushed, undoubtedly a woman who had been having a great time. This was both reassuring and terrifying to me. I finished my drink in a few gulps.

After what felt like another eternity, blue eyes returned, smiling eagerly at me. “Okay, Alice, right this way,” she said, waiting for me to stand and leading me out the room and further down the hall. This time I had no space of mind to watch her seductive body as she walked, I could barely see straight in front of me, it felt like the pounding in my head was drowning out every one of my senses. Breathe, I reminded myself.

She turned to a closed door and knocked on it gently. We waited for a few moments, and then it opened to present the most attractive man I had ever seen in my life. Tall, bearded, muscular, with broad shoulders and a strong chest, thick legs that I immediately wanted to wrap both my arms around. I just about died on the spot, and if it weren’t for my frozen body, I probably would have run right out of there.

“This is Alice,” said my guide, “she would like the works, please, Sir?” She said as she handed over her special clipboard for him to inspect. “It’s her first time and she has been so lovely, we need to make sure we treat her really nice.”

At this line, he looked intently at the woman, and even in my hazy state I felt as if something unsaid passed between them, a stream of electric understanding.

“Is that so?” He said to the woman in a voice that was coated in honey.

“Mmmhmm, yes, Sir. She’s a special one!” She said happily. He nodded to her, and smiled at me, nearly knocking me unconscious with the dazzle of it. “Welcome, Alice, come on in.”

He gestured and moved aside to give me access to the room. This room had the same feel as the waiting area, calm, serene, and highly sensual. There were visual elements designed to arouse through their shape or their outright sexual context, soft and textured fabrics around the room beckoned to be stroked and touched. There was a large massage table in the centre of the room that caught my eye immediately, it too looked like it would be a pleasure to recline on. But he first led me to a side of the room where two seats sat adjacent to each other. “Have a seat,” he said, indicating the chair closest to me. I plonked myself down awkwardly. “I’m sure my Pet has gone through everything with you, but I would like to clarify some things before starting.” His Pet!? He couldn’t mean the stunning blonde, could he?

“I will be checking in as we go to ensure you are comfortable and happy, sometimes I will ask you questions, other times I will ask for your colour. You will remember that green means all is well, you are happy and content for me to continue. Yellow is a chance for us to pause and check in, it may mean that something is not quite right and needs to change, or perhaps you need a break to breathe and reset. Both are absolutely fine and I encourage you to use this if you need, it helps me to ensure you are enjoying the experience. Red is when you feel the need to stop, whether to stop the entire session, or simply stop whatever it is I am doing to you. Again, I encourage you to use this if you need, this is your session and is meant to be enjoyable for you. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” I nodded to make sure it was clear that I did indeed understand and I was indeed freaking the hell out. All the talking was making me so nervous.

“Good girl.” At this I felt my heart do a giant somersault up into my throat, plummet straight down to my pussy, and start to throb harder.

“Pet’s given me the rundown of what you have consented to, but you can always change your mind as you go, it’s not a signed contract. I will make sure to communicate with you as we go in case you do have any reservations. Don’t forget, this is meant to be a fun experience for you so do not worry, I will look after you.” His piercing eyes practically dropped me into a puddle of goo with those words. “And, without further ado, let’s get ready!” He said with a flourish that was meant to be light-hearted but just made me gulp as it displayed the muscular lines in his arms. He gave me instructions on how to disrobe and present myself on the table, and promptly left the room. Probably to go give his Pet some pats, I thought wryly.

I took a deep breath, scanned around the room for secret spies, and then quickly undressed. I neatly folded my clothes and placed them in the designated spot, shaking my head at myself as I realised how silly hiding my underwear was when I had agreed for this man to be all kinds darıca escort of intimate with my body. I scooted over to the table, jumped up quickly, laid down on my stomach and then covered myself with the towel I had been provided. The epitome of modesty. Then I waited, and waited, and waited.

Was I supposed to call out or ring a bell or something. I didn’t know what to do! Fortunately my panic was relieved when the door opened and shut.

“Perfect, are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes?” I replied, unsure as to whether I had forgotten something.

He chuckled, “I think you have been ready since you walked through the front door,” he was moving around the room, probably gathering the things he needed.

“I’m going to start on your neck and shoulders” he said as he moved around to the head of the massage table. “I want you to close your eyes if that’s comfortable for you and just focus on breathing.” With that I felt his hands spreading warm oil across my skin, firm and solid as they pressed evenly across my upper back. It was rhythmic and methodical, intoxicating in the way that the pressure hardened in the perfect spots and eased in just such a way that I couldn’t help release my breath to match. I found myself sinking into the feeling of the movements, not worrying so much about why I was there, or who was touching me, but enjoying the sensation as it happened. I was shocked with how easy it was to relax from such a heightened state. As he noticed my body releasing it’s tense posture he crooned praises like, “good girl”, “that’s it, relax”, “yes, that’s it, just breathe”.

His attentions moved across my whole back, working expertly at various muscle groups, in a way that made me think he was reading my mind. How did he know that precise spot was so tight and sore? How did he know to press it just right? At one point, as he was working one especially tight spot, I couldn’t help but let out a moan, the volume of which startled myself and caused me to tense back up slightly in embarrassment.

“That’s it, I want to hear you moan,” he said in a low growling voice, “massage isn’t just physical, it’s mental and emotional, when you use your voice, it is just another way to release all of those tensions built up inside you. If it feels right, let it out, trust me, it will feel really good when you do.” After that, I experimented with slowly letting some sounds escape my lips until I was moaning with abandon at every sensuous press and stroke.

“I’m going to move to your feet and work my way up your legs,” he stated matter-of-factly, “what colour are you?”

“Green.” I said.

“Good girl.” Again, that thrill over those words ran through me and I eagerly waited to feel his hands which began rubbing and pressing deep into points of my foot that I didn’t even know I had. I moaned and enjoyed every second of it, but I couldn’t contain the anticipation I felt as his hands moved solidly up my calf, making me gasp as he firmly worked those tender and tight muscles, and onto my thighs. Every stroke on my inner thigh felt intimate and electric, he wasn’t even that high on my leg, and yet I felt on edge.

“Relax,” he prompted me again, “breathe.”

So, I did, I took a deep breath and let it out, relaxing back into the sensations.

“I’m going to touch your upper thigh, your inner thigh, would you like that?” he asked.

“Yes,” I breathed, and felt his big hands instantly respond, gliding firmly up to the top of my leg and in between my thighs. Every time he changed body parts or did something different, he would ask my colour, and every time, I responded, “green”.

I had started the session with my thighs pressed firmly together in my anxious beginnings, but I was surprised to notice that over the time of his hands magically working my body, they had been spread slightly, now with his hands rubbing my legs they were being moved apart even more.

“You’re looking very exposed there, but not enough for someone like you, spread your legs for me. Wider.”

I couldn’t help but comply, edging my thighs apart, feeling my pussy becoming even more vulnerable to his eyes and his hands. I was worried he would see it glistening from how horny I was becoming, but then felt silly, given the circumstances.

“Better,” he growled, and I was rewarded with the feeling of his fingers brushing one side of that horny pussy, teasing it with his touch. He continued this motion, up both sides of my thigh in one smooth sweep, each time becoming more firm at the top, first with one finger, then two, then soon his whole hand was running across my glistening slit in a long, seductive motion, teasing moans out of me and causing my hips to rise seeking more. When it was almost too much, his hand stayed in place and continued to move across the outside of my pussy, paying expert attention to my clit and the entrance of my juicy fuckhole, while the other hand moved up and across my hindquarters, working deep into my glutes in an efficient massage that I had experienced many times before, but had never in my life felt so sensual. I was wiggling with glee and breathing quickly with each stroke, until I felt him ease off, move away, and switch to my other leg. I made a sound that was kind of a pout and a grumble, to which he responded by calling me a greedy girl and began the whole cycle again. Foot, calf, thigh, teasing me with every stroke, and then working me more and more.

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COLLEGE DAZE

Chapter 3

I go home early. The day has been a long one, full of unexpected events and I am tired after being awake for nearly 36 hours.

Standing in the kitchen with the door to the fridge open, I blankly stare at the contents as I ponder whether to eat at home or take something down to the beach while I watch the sun set on this glorious Southern California day. I absentmindedly grab a beer, deciding to decide what to do for dinner later. I walk across the room and stare out the window. The view still takes my breath away. Mission Beach is about four miles away, with the wide open water to the right and the city abutting on the left. Splashes of color dot the beach, locals and tourists enjoying the pleasant evening. The lights are on already along the pier jutting out into the bay, an attempt to draw the tourists and their cash.

The bell connected to the call button at the gate rings. ‘Damn,’ I mutter to myself. No one knows where I live and the only time anyone shows up to the gate it is usually someone lost or thinking someone famous lives in this 14,000 square foot mansion perched on a five acre bluff next to the beach. My uncle, who owns the house, jokes it is 300 feet to the beach, straight down. The only other people who ring at the gate are people who are interested in buying the property. My uncle has it listed for untold millions and I am lucky that I can stay here, otherwise I would be stuck in the dorms. But then again, I take care of the place in exchange for living here and occasionally showing it off to prospective buyers.

I glance at the monitor. An older sedan of some sorts. Too plain for a prospective buyer, so it is probably a tourist. Adjusting the camera, I zoom in on the driver’s window as I say, ‘Yes,’ into the mic.

It’s her. It’s Amber. She is looking at the speaker box not the camera. ‘Uh, hi,’ she stammers.

Adrenaline courses through my veins. Excitement wells up in me. I cannot remember being like this at the sight of a woman. I strain to keep my voice calm. ‘Miss Colton, good evening,’ I manage to get out.

‘How?’ She says, looking around.

‘Camera, on the fence post.’ I state.

‘Oh,’ I hear her amazement. A pause. Her mouth opens to say something. Another pause. ‘You asked if I wanted to talk,’ she states, clearly not having expected to have a discussion with a speaker box.

I am about to reply when she adds, ‘I brought Chinese,’ holding up a plastic take-out bag. I punch the open gate button.

Striving from the kitchen, I toss the beer can at the recycle bin. It rims in. I cross the second-story bridge over the swimming pool to the front door. The house is Mediterranean style. All rooms open onto the central çorlu escort courtyard. The rooms on the second floor are connected by a covered walkway of which the bridge is a part.

Very few rooms interconnected internally instead connecting together outside with the courtyard. The front door is more of an Iron Portico, whereas there isn’t an inside per say, only an entrance to the courtyard.

I meet her car in the looped driveway abutting the front door under the porte cochere. I open the car door and she hands me the food casually. She stands and stares, her mouth agape in awe as she takes in the place.

‘I really didn’t look around much this morning,’ she says. ‘I left and didn’t look back. I think I was still a little drunk. I wasn’t sure if I could find my way back.’

I listen to her drone on nervously, surprised at the monolog, but that is clearly a better response than this afternoon in class.

‘Come on, let’s go have some dinner,’ I say. Bumping the bag into her backside, I continue, ‘I will show you around later.’

She explains what happened over the weekend in Las Vegas. Her boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, and she had a good time Saturday. But things started falling apart that night when they went dancing. He flirted with several girls right in front of her.

Being upset over that, she cut him off that night after they returned to their room.

Sunday started good. The negotiated a late check out. She donned her bikini and tried to lure him into going to the pool. He said he wanted to do a little gambling before they left.

Ready to forgive him, she went back to the room early with the intention to seduce him before they left. But everything fell apart when she walked in. He was laying on the bed naked, a girl from the club the night before was giving him a nude pole dance, on his pole. She stormed across the room. Grabbing a bottle of vodka, she contemplated going after her with it, but retreated to the pool, crying.

A few hours later, she talked some guy in the gift shop into buying her another bottle. While thanking him, she thought about really thanking him. He kept running his eyes up and down her body, being clad in her tiny bikini and a coverup (that didn’t cover anything up). She was about to ask him to take her to his room when his wife and two kids walked up.

Back to the pool she ran for more sunshine to go along with the bottle.

Near dusk, her boyfriend gathered her up. He tossed her the clothes she had worn the previous night and waited for her to change. On the road, they got into an intense argument that eneded with him kicking her out of the car and leaving.

Then, today after classes, the ex-boyfriend showed çorum escort up at her dorm. He said he had been searching for her all night. He brought in all her stuff. She wasn’t sure whether to believe him, but he looked exhausted and was still in the clothes she thought he wore on the drive home. Her memory was fuzzy on the details of their leaving Las Vegas and then the next thing she remembered after being left in the desert was waking up here.

I watched her closely throughout the story. Some times she was close to crying, sometimes happy. But always looking good in a cropped, light pink, spaghetti strap tank that was too small and a short, white, terry cloth wrap around skirt.

The setting sun was shining through the window. Her hair glowed gold in the light. I recalled what happened after I picked her up. I thought about editing out some of it, but I ended up telling the whole story.

‘Road head,’ she gasps as I tell her that part. ‘My ex liked for me to give him head while driving,’ she recounts softly. Her face, chest and arms bright red as she adds, ‘I guess I still thought I was in his car.’

I smile and let out a small laugh. She frowns at me. ‘Let’s have a tour of this dump,’ I say, trying to lighten the mood.

After walking through all the public rooms, we end up in the courtyard next to the pool. ‘Wow,” she states. ‘This place is amazing. Do you own it?’

‘No,’ I say. I explain about my uncle and how this is an investment. I also tell her that I take care of the place in exchange for rent. ‘No one knows where I live,’ I add, ‘Except for you. I wasn’t expecting you to go to school here. I didn’t ever imagine I would see you again after I left this morning.’

She looks down embarrassed. Looking back up, she says, ‘I won’t tell anyone.’ She bites her lower lip for a moment. ‘Can we go for a swim?’ She asks meekly.

I nod. She smiles as she tugs at her skirt. The Velcro lets go and she tosses it on a lounge chair. Shedding her tank top, she stands in front of me wearing the smallest bikini I have ever seen. The top is nothing more than dental floss and pasties, matching the tan line I saw previously. The bottom is only a patch. As she turns to jump in, I see the bottom has nothing except a string around her waist and up the crease of her shapely behind. I feel myself stirring in my board shorts. I peel off my tee and jump in too, hoping the water will cool me off.

It doesn’t. She is too close.

I ask, ‘Is that the bikini you wore at the pool in Vegas yesterday?’

She giggles and nods.

‘Your boyfriend was stupid to let you out of his sight in that suit.’

I mouth wow as she giggles. ‘Ex-boyfriend,’ she states and swims off.

I çukurambar escort behave myself in the pool. It’s hard and so am I. Needing to put some space between us, I crawl out of the pool and settle into the whirlpool spa.

She sees where I am and makes her way across the pool. Climbing out, she looks like a nymph, a naiad and I know I am lost. She steps into the warm water. Slowly closing in, she stops when her legs bump into mine.

I reach out. Grasping her hand, I pull her forward. She first knees on the shelf I am sitting, finally settles down straddling my lap facing me.

The first kiss is tentative, neither knowing what to expect. Then another, and another. The kisses morph quickly into an animalistic, passion filled exchange. The hunger is insatiable as I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer. I run my hands up her neck and entwine my fingers in her hair.

We break, both panting. She reaches up and tugs at the knots holding on her top. As she tosses it aside I say, ‘We don’t have to do this.’

She replies, ‘I know,’ as the bottom of her suit joins the top.

‘I’m not a one-woman guy,’ I continue.

‘I know,’ she repeats. Her fingers are in the waist band of my shorts. I raise slightly and my suit ends up next to hers.

Palming me, she lowers herself onto my swollen nine inches. Bottoming out, she howls, arches her back and climaxes thunderously.

My hands grasp her hips. I help her slide up and down on my stiff rod. She moans hoarsely each thrust. Climaxing again and again, I continue my relentless assault as she rides through yet another orgasm.

After five or six for her, I don’t know, I lost count, I bury myself deep and let loose. I pump my load into her as she collapses against my chest. She tries to catch her breath and so do I.

I rise, she wraps her legs around my waist and arms around my neck, and make my way to a chaise lounge. I lay down, her on top of me, and close my eyes. I listen to the crickets sing as I enjoy her company and the quiet of the night.

I wake a few hours later, chilled by the cool night air blowing in off the ocean. I pick her up and walk slowly to the room I placed her in the previous night.

As I lay her down, she stirs. ‘Love me,’ she purrs and pulls me down into the bed. I roll on top of her and she locks her ankles around my thighs. I take her slowly, enjoying the giving and receiving of intense pleasure. She builds slowly, each stroke another step up the mountain. We climax together in a chorus of grunts and moans.

I roll off of her. She cuddles up in front of me. I hold her tight against me, spooning, and drift off to sleep.

In the morning, I wake, alone. I stumble out onto the balcony. Our clothes are gone, missing from where they were cast off. I continue on to the kitchen, still naked. The remains from dinner are not to be found. The kitchen has been wiped clean and everything is in its place. It is like last night never happened.

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Which Wife? 04

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Which Wife? 04

“Well, this is awkward, Ben.”

“Well Mrs. Miller, you should have said something before we engaged with each behind the Boat House then.”

“Well Ben, it’s been a while since a man has put his hands on me and to be truthful, it felt absolutely amazing and I didn’t want you to stop. But we stopped in time, right Ben?”

“Yeah, but, Mrs. Miller, you let me literally put my hands on you everywhere before you confessed that your daughter, Mookie, has a crush on me, so.”

“Well, I’ll check back with you in twenty years after you’ve gone twenty years without being properly sexed up and we’ll see how you feel then, so. I mean, we can just forget all about this then, right?”

“OMG, Mrs. Miller, I just released on your bare ass and all, so!”

“But it can be a “oops” moment, Ben, I mean, call my daughter right now Ben and ask her to be your Mookie Moo Wife, Ben. I mean, tell her that I bent over to pick up some empty cocktail cups and then you “accidently” humped my crack behind the Boat House, Ben, I mean, Ben, make things right for me, Ben.”

Well, I’m sorry folks, but I can’t deal with all that right now. I mean, I may or may not marry Mookie and make her my real Mookie Moo Wife someday, but how do I justify “accidently” hot dogging her mom behind the Boat House? Huh?

“Well, I’ve seen young people perplexed before, Ben, but you’re looking a little lost right now, so?”

“OMG, um, hey, Mrs. Nickels, I mean, accidents, right?”

“Hmmm, like a young person accident of getting a boner for one of these old hags or an accident that needs medical attention? Hm-mmm?”

“No, um, I think Mrs. Irving slipped a blue pill in my energy drink or something, so. Anyways, can I mix you a cocktail, Mrs. Nickels?”

“LOL, oh no, young man! I mean, look around at half of the women here today, Ben. I mean, LOL, the word is that your garden party ice tea cocktails are responsible for all those spread legs, LOL. Besides, my little Benny Poo, you don’t need to get me drunk to lay down with you, you just need to make me your very own Neptune Wife, that’s all.”

“Ah, my Neptune Wife, Mrs. Nickels?”

“Hmm, I like things way out there, Benny Poo. I mean, other than it’s dangerous, reckless, illegal and very uncomfortable, is there any reason why we can’t jump in one of your mom’s boats, untie it and hump our way down the river, huh? You can hump my mouth all the way down the river, babe.”

“I mean, that would be dangerous, reckless, illegal and very uncomfortable, Mrs. Nickels, but does over the washing machine work for you tonight?”

“That’s for amateurs, Benny Poo, but alright as a Monday night fall back, so????”

“Well, it seems to me that a good Neptune Wife would be open to, um, open to doing it, um, doing it, well Mrs. Nickels, doing it in your living room in front of the window with the curtains open, so???”

“Huh, well, that’s alright for a Wednesday night, but it’s Saturday, Benny Poo, so???”

Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it! Ben, don’t so it!

“Well, I just texted my friend Riley and she’s a boat pilot, so she can pilot us safely down the river, so????”

I mean, Riley is cool and Riley is a great river boat pilot and Riley has made an appearance in a few stories, so some of you may be familiar with her. And if you’re not familiar with Riley, well, she splits her time between being a soft-spoken boat babe and a screaming boat PILOT!

“Hmmm, and will this Riley person get all riled up from seeing you and I river floating in a very personal manner, Benny Poo?”

“Riley is comfortable with life and we wouldn’t be her first passengers that engaged in a very personal manner and she knows the river like the back of her hand and all, Mrs. Nickels, so.”

“Oh, I see, well, will you introduce me to this easy-going Riley chick as your Neptune Wife then?”

I mean, why not, right? I mean, one of you was going to shoot me first anyways, right? And be quick about it, folks because Riley lives just down the street from my mom and she can be at the garden tea party quick!

“OMG, Riley! I’m so glad to see you, sweetie (kiss, kiss). I mean, your momma is here, if you want to say hello. And be sure to tell her that she looks amazing in her sundress, hon.”

“Mom, mom, cide escort leave Riley be and all. She’s just here to float a couple of us down the river and it’s starting to get dark, so.”

“Shut it, Ben! I’m PILOT and it will only take me a moment to say “hey” to my momma, so!”

I mean, adjust your scopes folks and take the shot because this isn’t going to go well. I mean, Riley went that way to say “hey” to her momma and Mrs. Nickels went the other way to do something, so for a few moments, I mean, I was just standing still, so.

LOL and then I was late getting down to the dock anyways, so you missed your chance, folks.

“Hi, ah, I’m Ben’s Neptune Wife, so????”

“It’s cool, Mrs. Nickels. Ben’s a good guy and his mom and my mom are tight, so. Anyways, I’m peeking piloting and that’s that, so.”

“Oh, well, I hope things are worth peeking at then, I mean, is there anyone at this garden party that you want to bring along, Riley? I’m not very shy and all, so?”

“I can stop by the Hamburger Dock and pick up Jake then?”

“Well, you’re the pilot, so.”

“Well, I am PILOT and I believe in safety first, so?”

“I’m not afraid of a few squirts of man juice. Oh, you were speaking of boat safety then, Pilot Riley, um, I will obey, captain, I will obey.”

“Oh, oh my, uh, hmm, well then, I like Ben’s Neptune Wife better than I like Ben then, so.”

That time when you couldn’t move your feet because a conversation between your Neptune Wife and her Neptune Daughter was becoming so intense, right?

“So, Pilot Riley, I mean, you and this Jake guy, mm-mmm?”

“I mean, we’re on a path and all, but he has never unbuttoned my river shorts like you just did, so.”

“Oops (mwah, ummah, ummah, mwah, ummah, mwah), sorry captain.”

“Well, I mean, I mean, just to keep things from getting weird if you’re going to lip lock me like that then, I mean, I’m not the Neptune Daughter then, right Ben’s Neptune Wife?”

“Ooh, um, that would be weird, so, I mean, isn’t it about time that this Jake had a Neptune Girlfriend then?”

“Well, that’s what Jake wants and Jake would really like that, but shouldn’t we include your Benny Poo in these decisions?”

“He can hear us. LOL, he’s frozen in place for watching us introduce ourselves, but I made it very clear that I’m his Neptune Wife because I like things that are way out there, so.”

“Well, I mean, you should teach a class about how to be so gentle with your fingers and all, so.”

[Mwah, ummah, ummah, mwah, ummah, mwah.]

Oh, for the record, no one on the planet had ever seen Riley so quiet and relaxed. Also, I mean, I should be moving right? I mean, I was beat from the day I had with all my wives at the garden party, but as a closer, I mean, my feet should be moving, right?

“Oh, well, I mean, I mean, I guess, I mean, whew, I mean, I guess I’ll try to be the best Neptune Girlfriend for Jake that I can be. I also assume we’re taking the pontoon boat for the flat surfaces and the bench seat then, so anchors away????”

“Well, we should drag my Benny Poo onto the boat first and all, so?”

Alright then, being walked down the rest of the dock with a woman holding each arm wasn’t the worse thing in the world then, so.

“Ben, we’re friends and all, so tell me right now if things are getting beyond weird and tell me true while we all still have a chance to stop, so?”

“Goo, ag, ag, ooh, woo, ahh, ag, ag, goo, ow, um, whoa, huh?”

I mean, I clearly said to hit the throttle and point the pontoon boat downriver, right?

“Well, I heard Benny Poo say that I could slip out of my garden party dress now, so don’t get alarmed. I mean, leotard body suits are actually one of the best things a lady’s closet, so.”

“Ha, ha, ha, hah, hah, ooh, ooh, oh, oh, ow, ow, ow.”

“(Fuck, I hope I have that body in twenty years!). Keep a hand on a rail, the rolling currents are creating waves, so.”

“Aye, captain, but captain, permission to show the other wonderful thing about a nice leotard????”

“Ugh (fuck, I hope my tits are that big in ten years!), permission granted, but watch how you help my Jake onto the boat in a few minutes!”

Oh, so, so, a nice elastic body suit just let’s them pop out like that and then çiftlikköy escort kind of hold them in place?

“Captain, I mean, I haven’t even seen him in the flesh yet and I’m his Neptune Wife, but this bulge, right Pilot?”

“Ugh, I may or may not have had a chance to spy him once, but only once. I mean, I think his ex, Gigi made a mistake by dumping him, so.”

Oh, I mean, I’d have that conversation with Riley a little later, right? I mean, she spied me once? I mean, when, how and why, right? But for now, well, let me get back to my “Olympic sized bulge” and my Neptune Wife, so.

“(SOB, I’m one frustrated Pilot, right now!) Alright, (OMG, she’s just rubbing Ben like that!), I mean, we’re picking up my Jake and then heading to Turner’s Point where I’ll tie us off for an hour or so, so keeping hanging onto to Ben’s rail, I mean, keep your hands on firm rail until I slip slide us up to the Hamburger Dock.”

“Aye, Captain! I have a very firm rail tightly in my grips, although you already know that with the way you keep turning your head and all, so. Also, Riley sweetie, do you mind if I untie your bikini top from under your t-shirt?”

“Oh, I mean, shouldn’t I at least take my t-shirt off first, Miss Neptune Wife?”

“Not necessarily babe, it may come into dramatic effect later, so. You’re still young honey, so you’ll learn a few things. So, I mean, I’m proposing a battle of the suck offs to get things started then.”

I mean, no, I had no idea what the hell was happening around me, but I did feel that Riley pushed the throttle forward just a little, even though I wasn’t sure why. Also, I felt my Neptune Wife pushing my throttle just a little too.

Also, I mean, leotard body suits, right? Um, I mean, every woman should a few in their closets, right? And I don’t care that my Neptune Wife already mentioned that. Somethings bare repeating, so.

[Boat slows and slip slides near the dock and wow, this Riley chick really is a boat pilot!]

“Ahoy mates [jump]! Oops, ah, am I breaking something up here?”

“Hi, um, I’m Benny Poo’s Neptune Wife and you must be Jake, so?”

“OMG, Ben, dude! I mean, where is the beer at? Also, um, is this a naked boat float? And Riley, I can peek at her tits if they’re already out, right babe? I mean, I love you and all, but with the full moon coming out and with her tits already out and I mean, it’s all cool, right Riley honey?”

Oh, so old friends just get busy with catching up then? Oh, and yeah, I was basically the only one who wasn’t in a swim suit and I didn’t get the memo that one who should always wear a swim suit under one’s shorts when attending a garden tea party on the river and OMG, my Neptune Wife was still just rubbing my throttle!

“Jake, at least let me tie off down at Turners Point first, I mean, I am PILOT and all, so. Aw, screw it [whips t-shirt off, LOL, struggles with whipping off the untied bikini top, LOL, wrestles with the whole dramatic effect thing]. Jake, I’m your Neptune Girlfriend now, so????”

[Pilot pouts needlessly over breast size differential.]

Here’s the thing about Riley, LOL, she’s PILOT, so she does all that boat stuff all by herself!

“Jake, you can take up to three photos of me tying off the boat topless, but no more than three, mister! I’m your Neptune Girlfriend and not a Neptune Girlfriend for the lurkers on Chang, so!”

I mean, three, seventeen, seventeen per all three of our camera phones, I mean, it’s all the same thing, right?

“(Ben, that body. I mean, you’re hard for me still, right Benny Poo?)”

“(Yeah, 20 has been very kind to Riley and yeah, I’m only hard for my Neptune Wife, so.)”

“(Ben, give her an ego boost later and remind her that her boobs still point up towards the North Star and all, mwah, OK, babe?)”

Well, they do, do that, so. Um, someone once said they were puffy banana boobs, but I was never quite sure what that meant, so. Well, I did just as soon as Riley finished up with her comical ripping off of her t-shirt and loose bikini top, which was much more comical than dramatic, but yep, just as soon as they stopped jiggling, yep, they pointed straight up to the North Star!

“OMG, I confess you guys, I confess, I’ve never with Jake! I mean, with my mouth çınarcık escort and all, so. I’m the worse Neptune Girlfriend ever, so.”

“Oh, well, do or don’t do Riley, it’s all cool. I mean, I’m getting busy on my man, so.”

OK, OK, OK, folks, I mean, I mean, the phrase “I’m getting busy with my man” are the best words ever spoken in the history of the world! Oh, I mean!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I mean!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Especially when those words come out of the mouth of a Neptune Wife who knew how to get busy with her man! Even when her man was wearing out quickly from the active day he had already had. And yes, I know I already mentioned that too, but somethings bare repeating.

[Dueling dates get started. Slowly, but surely.]

Also, well, I mean, it was cool that my Neptune Wife lent a helping hand and a few tips, right?

“Blow it straight to the bottom of her belly, Jake, make her your Neptune Girlfriend for life!”

I mean, it was cool that I lent my helping hand and brought things back to where they originally started, right? I mean, those words, right? Keep busy over here! With your man, right?

Well, it wasn’t fair to judge me against Jake’s staying power and all because I had been at it all day and all, so. I mean, I was whipped that I didn’t even care that my Neptune Wife again chipped in by, um, does one tickle the balls or flick at the balls? I mean, my Neptune Wife was using her fingers much like the hand gesture that often means “you owe me money”, so, well, my Neptune Wife was lending a helping hand and that was that, I guess. I mean, I was gone, so.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh, ooh, OMG, ooh, uh-ho, uh-ho, uh-ho, oh boy, hmm, hmm, hmm.”

[The North Star babe on the right has a full belly.]

“Ahh, ahh, finally, ahh, Riley, I mean, Neptune Girlfriend, I will never leave you, ahh.”

[Don’t gag, don’t cough, swallow, ewe, don’t gag, don’t gag, smile, ewe, don’t cough, ooh.]

“(Mwah), I love you too, Jake. So, Miss Neptune Wife?”

“LOL, oh, you’re PILOT alright babe! You throttled right through that, so share with me?”

“You mean, like kiss you?”

“Hard. The boys won’t mind, right guys?”

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ooh, ooh, ooh, ha, ha, ha.”

[Mwah, ummah, mwah, ummah, mwah, ow, ow, ag, ag, ag, ah, ag, ag, ag, ummah, mwah.]

“Fuck! [Boing!]”

“Fuck! [Bonk, huh?]”

[Mwah, ummah, mwah, ummah, mwah, ow, ow, ag, ag, ag, ah, ag, ag, ag, ummah, mwah.]

“SOB! [Boing, boing!]”

“SOB! [Bonk, what?]”

[Mwah, ummah, mwah, ummah, mwah, ow, ow, ag, ag, ag, ah, ag, ag, ag, ummah, mwah.]

“I’m dying! [Boing, boing, boing!]”

“I’m dead! [Plunk, damn, I’m out of boing then?]”

I mean, when I came to, we were back at my mom’s property and Riley had already tied the pontoon boat up, so.

“(Mwah), that was phase one, Benny Poo.”

“I mean, Neptune has many phases, right Mrs. Nickels?”

“(Mwah), more than the moon baby, more than the moon (and by the way, Jake fucked the hell out of your little friend Riley right in front of me and I learned a few things, so.)”

“You mean, I was all passed out and stuff and missed some stuff then?”

“Ahh, you looked so peaceful all passed out, Ben. I mean, the word is that you’ve had quite the day at the garden party anyways, so.”

“But I only love my Neptune Wife, so???”

“(Mwah) and your Neptune Wife loves you too, so phase two will be coming soon. (Also, feel free to bring those two along any time, sweetie.)”

“I mean, it’s starting to sound like I missed a lot from being all passed out then.”

“(Mwah), call it night, Tiger, call it a night. (I learned a little something about rolling it doggie style, Ben from watching your friends go at like they never went at it before, so.) Well, I mean, um, Ben’s mom has her Luau party coming up in what, three weeks, so, I mean, are we a dating foursome now or what?”

“I mean, I’m in, I mean, Jake, are we in or what?”

“Oh, we’re in and I think the four of us should get together in advance of the Luau party to, you know, sharpen our skills and all, so, I mean, Ben, this is kind of your thing, so?”

“Well, I mean, um, we should keep things in practice and all, but Jake, you realize that I have now spied Riley’s boobs and all, so.”

“And I finger banged your Neptune Wife while Riley rode me doggie, so?”

I mean, at least we had honesty between us, right? I also mean that I was going to install small security cameras on the pontoon boat just in case I passed out again.

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Viv contacted me a few days later and said Monica would like to meet up in a few days.

I decided not to wear my ladies underwear in case she didn’t approve.

I was feeling horny when I knocked on Viv’s door. She opened it and let me in and I followed her into the lounge where Monica was sitting. She looked very attractive with lovely make up and wearing glasses. She stood up and I kissed her on the cheek. I loved the smell of her perfume and of course I loved the look of her bright red lipstick. We all sat on the sofa with a glass of wine.

Monica said, ‘Viv tells me you call her mummy’.

‘Yes, and she can be a very naughty mummy too,’ I replied.

Monica then said, ‘maybe I could be auntie, I can be naughty too, and I am also very submissive’.

I smiled and said, ‘that sounds like a great idea’.

I also told her I liked her lipstick, she smiled and looked at Viv. I suspect they had been talking.

‘You can kiss me then,’ she said.

Our lips locked together, out mouths open and our tongues engaged. I reached for the buttons on her blouse and started undoing them. When they were undone I opened the blouse and felt her tits. Through her bra I could feel her nipples were erect. I reached behind her and undid her bra and started rubbing her tits and pinching her nipples. I felt her hand rubbing me through my trousers.

I stood up to take her skirt off and Viv said, ‘let’s go upstairs’.

I followed them up and took her skirt off. I was delighted to see she was wearing stockings. I felt between her legs, her panties were soaking wet and took them off.

Monica had now undressed me and said, ‘Viv tells me you like wearing stockings yourself’.

‘Yes’, I replied.

‘I’d like to see you in them too,’ she replied.

I was now fingering her and she was wanking me. I lay her down on the bed and started licking her cunt. Mummy was now sucking her tits. çerkes escort Auntie was getting wetter and groaning with pleasure and was ready for fucking.

Suddenly the door opened and Ron walked in wearing his ladies underwear and holding auntie’s panties to his nose and smelling them as he wanked and looked at her.

I slid easily inside her and started slowly fucking her. I knew I wouldn’t cum too soon even though I was very aroused. As I gradually got faster she was moaning with pleasure and even as she climaxed I continued to fuck her. I wanted her to cum more than once.

Her second cum didn’t take long and I asked if she wanted me to cum inside her.

She replied, ‘ I think you should fuck mummy now’.

I replied, ‘I’m only allowed to fuck mummy after I have sucked daddy off’.

‘That’s right,’ said mummy.

I looked across at daddy and the look on hus face told me he wanted it.

I knelt before him and opened my mouth and started sucking him. He carried on sniffing auntie’s panties while looking at her and mummy fingering each other. He was already so aroused that he was very quick to cum as I took it in my mouth.

I think that auntie was quite surprised as I kissed mummy and let her husband’s spunk trickle into her mouth.

Now I got between mummy’s legs and started fucking her. Auntie returned the compliment and sucked mummy’s nipples. Her cum was also very quick.

I slid out, my cock throbbing and in desperate need to cum and covered in female cum. The two women looked at each other and lay either side of my cock and licked and sucked it between them. One of them was squeezing my balls and when I said I was cumming auntie put her mouth over my cock and I emptied my balls into her mouth.

Then she leaned over mummy and let my cum run into her mouth.

We were all totally satisfied and agreed we had to repeat this soon.

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A couple of days later I was walking along our high street when I saw her in front of me. I caught her up and said, ‘hi auntie, how are you’?

She said she was fine and I asked if she had time for a coffee and we went into the social club where I had met Viv and Ron as it was quieter than Costa.

I introduced her to the waitress as my auntie and ordered two coffees. There were only two other couples in there and we found a quiet corner to sit in with her facing away from the rest of the room.

I said, ‘I really enjoyed the other day. I loved the bright red lipstick you wore’.

She opened her handbag, got her lipstick out and slowly and sexily coated her lips with it.

‘I want to kiss you,’ I said.

‘I want you to,’ she replied.

‘Can I see your tits? Lift your top and let me see them’, I said.

She looked behind her to make sure no one was there and lifted her top.

‘Take them out of your bra so I can really see them,’ I asked.

She reached behind and undid her bra and showed me her tits. Her nipples were already enlarged. I reached across and rubbed them. She was clearly enjoying it.

‘I’m getting a hard on,’ I said.

‘I’m getting wet down below too,’ she replied.

‘Take your knickers off for me’, I said.

‘Not here,’ she replied.

‘Go to the ladies and do it there,’ I told her.

She went off and came back a few minutes later. She sat down and handed them to me. I put them to my nose and smelt them. I could smell her juices.

She held out her hand and said, ‘smell my fingers, they’ve been inside me’.

I held them to my nose and loved the smell and then licked them clean.

Suddenly my phone beeped. It was a text message. I opened it.

It read:

Hi, it’s mummy here, daddy is out and I’m home cevizli escort by myself being an absolute cum slut. I want you to come and watch me.

I replied:

Oh mummy what a wonderful image, I’m having a coffee with auntie, can we both come?

She replied:

Of course, the door will be unlocked, just yourself in, I’ll be in the lounge.

We immediately went there and let ourself in. We heard noises in the lounge and when we went in we saw that mummy was watching porn on the TV. Then we saw mummy and she was right, she was a cum slut.

She was naked and had lots of slutty lipstick on. She had nipple pumps and clamps on her nipples. She had a butt plug in her ass, a vibrating dildo deep inside her cunt and she held a vibrator against her clit.

‘Watch mummy cum, don’t touch me, just watch me,’ she said.

We both undressed and sat beside her playing with each other as we watched the porn too.

I asked her, ‘mummy do you mind if we fuck’?

‘Yes, I do, I just want you to watch me being a slut and cumming,’ she replied.

We did as she wanted and was shocked as she called herself a slag and a cum slut. She used the vibrator on her clit and even as she cum she carried on and eventually cum three times.

She took the dildo out and I held it to auntie’s mouth and she sucked it and licked it clean.

Then mummy said, ‘right who’s going to lick me clean?

I looked at auntie who nodded at me and I got in berween mummy’s leg and licked her cunt clean. She tasted wonderful and then I kissed auntie.

I told mummy that auntie and I needed to fuck.

She said’ fine, I’ll just sit here and watch’.

I slipped easily into auntie. I loved how wet she was. In the end mummy couldn’t stop herself and sucked auntie’s nipples. Her cum was very quick after that and I quickly emptied my balls into her.

We sat and chatted and auntie said she was fascinated by all mummy’s toys and next time would love to try them. She was particularly keen on the nipple pumps. I said I’d love mummy to wank me while watching her and then get her to wank me off into her mouth as she cums.

We’re all looking forward to our next meeting.

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That’s What Friends Are For Pt. 02

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Previously on Part 1: Nearly ten years ago, Liz was in desperate need of affection and indulged with her husbands best friend, Phillip. Her husband never knew, but the marriage ended anyway. Now, she finds her self at a party and seeing Phillip for the first time in years.

That’s What Friends Are For, Chapter 2: Last Chance for Love

Ten years ago, Liz Conway cheated on her husband. Her now ex-husband, but the cheating wasn’t what caused the breakup. Not exactly anyway. It certainly didn’t help her happiness level in the aftermath. She had an affair, a one night stand with her husband’s best friend, and the sex had been excellent. Best she’d ever had; but it had also only been a one time thing.

From that moment on she had stayed away from Phillip McKenzie as much as she possibly could. At first it had been tough. The memories of their intensely erotic sex had flashed through her mind for weeks afterwards. Even now, if she thought about it she smiled and felt her cheeks flush at how crazy the whole thing had been.

Liz and her ex-husband David had held a party at their house. David went to bed early after drinking far too much and somehow she and Phillip were left by themselves after having engaged in pretty outrageous flirting all evening. Things had gotten out of hand and eventually she had found herself bent over her own table, in her own backyard, in full view of anyone who might have been around to look; bent over a table naked completely naked and being by Phillip from behind with everything he had to give her.

Now, she shook her head. She couldn’t believe she’d done that. Drunk or not, desperate for sex or not, upset with her alcoholic husband, even still; really no excuse for that kind of reckless behavior. Right there outside, in her own backyard, bent over and moaning about the huge dick plowing into her, and on top of that she still had cum in her mouth from when she’d given Phillip a blow job a few minutes before.

Outrageous is what it was. Completely outrageous. She’d begged for him to cum inside her in that backyard, and he had, flooding her body with sperm. She’d literally said to him, “I want it all, deep inside me.” To another man, outside where anyone could see, spy satellites, nosy neighbors, whoever. And then, just like that, they’d gotten dressed and he’d left. They knew they were trapped. She married, and he having just given everything he’d had to his best friends wife. They couldn’t continue.

Liz had stayed with David. She believed they could make it work. He went through periods of rehab, was sober for weeks, or months, even at one point two straight years. During that two year period she honestly thought things had changed. He was better at home, better at work, their love making was regular, if not vigorous. She started thinking now would be the right time for a baby.

She’d stayed with him for a total of 6 years after her one night stand. She’d been married to David for over a decade at that point, and then it happened again. He started drinking, worse than ever. He lost his job, became violent with her and that was it. She lost it, couldn’t put up with it anymore. She was through. One night she walked out the door and never came back, divorcing David.

She had been fed up at the time. She felt like in some ways she had wasted a decade of her life. Some of it had been good, a lot of it had been bad, and now here she was nearly 39 years old, the cold reality of 40 staring her in the face and she felt like her prime years had been blown up. Like a parking garage that had been blown up by a demolition team, just a space where some alcoholic jerk had parked for over ten years and then obliterated.

She’d dated some, had a couple relationships that lasted a few months and a few very short trysts. Trouble was most of the guys she was meeting were younger guys not really interested in anything long term, they just wanted to mess around. Which was fine, it had been fun. But as a 39 year old, trying to find a man who might maybe, possibly, want to start a family with her was… pretty slim pickings. It wasn’t getting any easier. When her divorce had been finalized she was 35 and her friends assured her she could easily start over.

Now, things were looking bleak. Most guys interested in a family in her age range either already had one, or two depending on their divorce status, or they were younger than her and looking for a younger woman their age to start a family with.

But now, here she was, being flooded with memories of Phillip. She felt feverish as she remembered what his young, muscular body had felt like on top of her, his massive dick plunging into her over and over and his mouth sucking on her tits. Here, now, these memories were rushing over her because Phillip was standing no more than 20 feet away from her for the first time in years. It felt like a lifetime had passed in some ways. While in other ways her mind seemed to recall in perfect clarity how big his dick had looked. Eight inches? Maybe? She’d çayeli escort been so drunk at the time and so well fucked she wasn’t sure her perceptions could be trusted. But, when she kneeled in front of him and began kissing it, sucking it, and admiring it, it had seemed truly massive. Phillip had been huge. Huge to look at, huge to have in her mouth, and definitely huge to have inside her.

She wasn’t sure why he was here after all this time. For now, she was doing her best to stay away from him until she regained control of her emotions. She was making small talk with a couple, Jenny and DeShawn over the chips and beer, chatting about the weather. The weather, how was she supposed to be thinking about the weather when her hormones were raging.

“Yea yea, the weather has been crazy, luckily Steve is having a good night for his party,” Liz said. Steve’s party, her mind began to work on the puzzle. Why was Phillip here at Steve’s party? Phillip had gone to high school with David, but Steve hadn’t, and he had never been friends with David either.

She had only met Steve herself maybe a year before her divorce. She knew Steve was a marketing director for a local branch of a big advertising agency. Phillip, she believed, worked as a floor manager for a big warehouse, or at least he did back then. Maybe Phillip and Steve met through work?

Anyway, it didn’t really matter. What mattered was Phillip was here now and she needed to pull herself together. She took a sip of beer and found him mingling with people again. He looked up and caught her eye and smiled at her. Damn, he looked good. She smiled back and then tried to casually look away and go back to speaking with Jenny and DeShawn, engaging them in their new topic of the local soccer team before another image of Phillip from a decade before could intrude on her thoughts.

“Hey, ya know, it’s a party right…. And DeShawn here is my designated driver, let’s do some shots Liz,” Jenny said giggling.

“Oh wow, really going it for it huh?” Liz said looking over at another table filled with hard liquor and items to make cocktails. “Ok sure let’s go.”

They did two quick shots of tequila and giggled over them like school girls. Liz thought about how she should probably take it easy as Jenny was a good 15 years younger than her. But, for now, what the hell. A few other people came over and joined them and within the next 45 minutes, Liz had taken four more shots. At some point, Phillip had joined them, but she stuck with Jenny and DeShawn and tried to pretend like she didn’t even notice.

It’s safe to say the 8 people that were taking shots were getting a little drunk. Liz herself had let some guy she didn’t even know, who’s name was apparently Jessie, grab a shot glass full of vodka from where she held it between her tits. She clenched it between her breasts as tight as she could, pulled her already low cut shirt down as low as she could, it’s neck line stretching to where it was just an inch above her nipples; then Jessie had leaned down with his mouth open wide and placed it around the shot glass, lifting it from between her bosom and straight up in the air so the vodka poured into his mouth.

“DIDN’T SPILL A DROP!” he screamed. Everyone cheered and clapped. Liz started laughing, hysterical. She hadn’t had this much fun in years. Within a few minutes several of the other girls were having their boyfriends or just random people taking shot glasses they held in their cleavage. It was then that she felt Phillip move up behind her and say, “I’d like to try that.”

She just barely contained herself from being startled as she turned to look at him. She’d forgotten how tall he was, and just how big he was in general. Maybe it was the booze talking but he looked 6’3, towering over her 5 foot four inch body. He’d definitely gained some weight over the years. Whereas in his 20’s he’d been all lean and slightly shredded, now he seemed like he was just overall bigger. Bigger muscles, but also more touches of body fat here and then. Still, she had to admit overall, he looked great. She wanted to eat him up like an ice cream sundae.

“Oh yea? Well, step up to the plate,” Liz said, grabbing another shot glass and pouring a generous helping of vodka. Feeling a little unsteady on her feet, she took a couple steps away from the table as the number of drunken people crowding around it was getting larger, and rowdier. She took Phillip’s hand and led him another step or two away. She glanced up at him again and looked into his eyes as he smiled down at her. “You ready big guy?”

He nodded vigorously and she pulled the neckline of her shirt down further again, making room for herself to place the shot glass between her tits. This time she stretched the neckline just a little bit further, the shirt stretched right over top of her nipples, hanging on for dear life, stretching and exposing more of her body than she had dared to just a couple of minutes. Liz clenched the shot glass full of booze cebeci escort between her large breasts. Phillip stepped closer to her, pressing in close to her side as he leaned his head down, bending at his knees so that he could get low enough to place his head into her cleavage.

Liz couldn’t be sure, not in her currently inebriated state, but she was pretty sure she felt Phillips tongue roll around the edge of the shot glass, licking a circle of her breasts, before taking it into his mouth and lifting it. What she could be sure of, 100%, is that when he’d leaned down he had placed his hand on her back and slid it down her clothes, stopping at her ass and grabbing hold of it just as his mouth reached the glass.

Phillip lifted the glass from her cleavage and she felt the absence of the glass, and distinctly felt the absence of his face buried in her chest. She wanted that feeling back and her mind flashed back again to what it had felt like years ago when his face was pressed against her body, his mouth on her nipples licking, sucking and kissing.

His hand unclenched from her ass as he stood up and let the shot fall into his mouth, but his had didn’t move. It stayed planted right where it was and she felt her body flush once again as he gave her a little spank.

“Did you enjoy that?” she asked.

“Oh yea. Of course.”

“I’ll just bet you did, you little sneak.” Liz said. She moved in close to him and put an arm around his back, leaning her hips into him. “So, how have you been? It’s been a while.”

It had indeed. She hadn’t completely avoided him after their one night stand. That would have been impossible as he remained friends with David. But, when he came over she did her best to avoid being around him. She always managed to find something to do around the house, a chore that took her out of the den or away from just being around them. Or she would make a plan to be out with her girlfriends. It hadn’t been a perfect system, there had been a few times she’d had to endure being on a double date with her and David on one side, and Phillip and some woman or other on the other. To the best of her knowledge, none of those relationships had lasted very long.

She never understood why Phillip’s relationships ended. As far as she could tell, he was a perfectly good male companion and his girlfriends always seemed happy enough when they were together. But, she figured, sometimes things just didn’t work out. David had once told her that one of Phillip’s relationships had ended because he worked too much.

Liz and Phillip made small talk and caught up. They hadn’t seen each other in at least 5 years. She cursed herself for smiling a little bit when she learned that he was not married and was currently only seeing a woman very casually, someone he had met online and had gone on a few dates with. Nothing serious, he said.

She silently wondered if it wasn’t serious yet because they hadn’t had sex. She found it hard to believe that any single woman wouldn’t want to make things serious with Phillip if he fucked them the way he’d fucked her a decade ago. Once again, she remembered what it felt like being bent over a table in her backyard, Phillip’s large dick sawing in and out of her, a tidal wave of an orgasm building inside of her.

Liz felt emboldened. She pressed her body closer to Phillip, pressing the front of her body against his leg tightly and subtly grinding her sex back and forth just a little, trying to gain his attention. She saw his eyes light up in surprise and he put his arms around her.

“Maybe we should take a little walk,” Phillip said, untangling himself from Liz, grabbing her right hand with his left and walking away from the group of people that was still taking shots. On their way through the yard he grabbed two beers and popped the tops off both, then continued walking through the front yard and into the street in front of Steve’s house.

They both looked left and right down the street. Steve lived in a pretty quiet area and it was starting to get a little late. There didn’t seem to be any traffic and the nearest houses were a football field or more away.

“I think I saw a park down this way when I drove in,” Phillip said, leading her down the street to the left. He held his bottle up to her and drank a sip.

Liz didn’t want to talk about David, her ex-husband, but she felt like it was coming. She had spent enough time thinking and talking about him. She wanted nothing like that right now. She needed to change the subject.

“So…. How do you know Steve?”

Wow. Really engaging conversation, but it got the job done. She learned they had met for work, and then coincidentally met at a gym and realized they ran in some of the same circles and became friends, or at least friendly.

By the time Phillip was done talking about how work was going, they had arrived at the park he had said he passed. They were maybe 15 minutes walking distance from Steve’s house, but they could still kinda çekmeköy escort hear the thump of the music that was playing in the back yard. Liz was sure now that his neighbors would have something to say to him about the drunken loud party he’d thrown. It was nearing midnight and the park consisted of a swing set, a few picnic tables, a basketball court, tennis court, and a walking path that led into the woods. There were no lights as she led them down the walking path, looking around and trying to allow her eyes to adjust to the darkness.

The path they were on was paved and obviously meant for community runners. But she believed the chances of them running into anyone was extremely low. There were no lights, the community was small, and obviously it was very late. She felt butterflies in her stomach as Phillip reached out and held her hand as they continued walking deeper into the park.

“Sorry, I just want to make sure I know where you are, it’s so dark I can barely see,” Phillip said.

“You don’t have to make excuses to hold my hand if you’re scared,” Liz said and giggled a little. “Not as if we haven’t done more than hold hands before.”

“Yea…” Phillip said trailing off. He took a deep breath, clearly gathering himself for something. “I uhm, I don’t really regret what we did. But, I do regret it if that drove a wedge between you and David.”

“It didn’t, don’t worry. He never knew. We had a lot of other issues. He did think I was cheating on him at one point a couple years later, but I wasn’t. I just wasn’t interested in having sex with him the way that he was at the time. I thought we were going to be alright at one point. But… it just didn’t work out.”

“I’m sorry.” Phillip said, letting go of her hand.

“Don’t be sorry, at all. I knew what I was doing with you, and I loved it.” Liz reached out for him, found his hand and pulled him closer. “I needed to be with you in that moment. I needed everything you gave to me.”

She reached her hand up to his head and pulled it down to her, gently. She stood up on her toes and kissed him on the mouth. Then she slowly pulled away and started walking, still holding his hand as they moved even deeper into the wooded park.

“What did I give you?”

“Like you don’t remember?” She laughed and looked up at his handsome face, his still chiseled jawline “A good fucking for one thing. A really, really good fucking. I needed to feel loved, I needed to feel desired. I hadn’t felt that way in I don’t know how long. Haven’t since really. I wanted you so bad, and I needed that too. I needed to feel that way about a man, needed to feel crazy with desire, and I did, for you. I was overwhelmed. I would have done anything I think, I would have done anything you wanted. I wanted to consume you or something, wanted us to just mold together, I wanted everything.”

She stopped and turned to him. Facing him she pressed her body against him, looking into his eyes and feeling the bulge in his pants press against her. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Phillip put his arms around her and pulled her tight, “Yes. I wanted you so badly that it hurt. I … was afraid I would hurt you, because I kinda wanted to hurt you. I wanted to fuck you so hard you’d never forget it. I wanted to take you, so you’d be mine. You were so amazing, you looked so… ripe for the taking. I wanted to take you… use you like an animal. I wanted to make you come with me so I could feel that forever.”

“You wanted to run away with me?” She reached one hand under his shirt and started caressing the skin along the waistband of his pants. She could feel his hardness pressing against her torso. She wanted to touch him so bad.

“I wanted to possess you, yes. I never wanted to stop fucking you.”

Liz felt her cheeks grow hot. She slowly forced the fingers of her hand below his waistband, slowly pushing them down and running them across the soft skin hair under his pants. She reached her other arm behind him and pulled him closer, pressing her whole body to his and laying her head against his chest. She thought she could feel his heart beating.

Liz didn’t know what was going to happen, but she knew what she wanted to happen. She was prepared to take his pants off right here, right now, just like she did nearly a decade ago, and suck his big dick until he exploded her mouth with everything he had. But she hesitated. She held onto him tight and moved her hand down his pants another fraction of an inch. She wanted to see what he would do. He said that back then, he’d wanted to take her. Well, if he wanted to, he could. If he truly wanted to take her, then he would make a move.

She held her breath as she said, “Was it just about the sex?” She wasn’t sure what she wanted him to say. What if it had been just about sex for him? That had been a major part of it for her too. Part of her really wanted him to say it had been just about sex, that he wanted to use her body because she was hot and desirable; that he still wanted to take her body and use her.

Phillip reached between them and shoved her hand further down his pants and held her tight. Now her hand was firmly resting on top of his long, thick, hard dick. She could feel heat radiating from his body to her hand. It felt amazing.

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Rebecca Goes Job Hunting

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The third instalment of the continuing adventures of Rebecca. This is set in 1980 Birmingham so no social media, no internet, no smartphones so characters can be more confident about not being found out. I have deliberately chosen to have long introductions, including back story and development of the underlying story and some flirtation before sexual activity takes place. That reflects my own preference in stories, but YMMV.

Apologies for the typos in Strangers in a Bar. I tried changing too much in review mode and as I found them knocking me out of the story on rereading, I have no doubt it did for others.

I am a new writer so constructive criticism and suggestions as to which category my stories should go in are gratefully received.

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Rebecca cooked dinner for herself and Marion. While Marion was not actually her aunt, both had agreed that Rebecca should call her aunt or auntie. She had been Rebecca’s mother’s best friend and confidant and had stayed in contact after the accident in which her husband, mom and dad’s best friend died.

She had opened a bottle of wine to celebrate Rebecca’s news that she had been offered a place at Oxford. “Your mother would be so proud. She always said she should have gone to college, but her parents said that it was not for the likes of us and made her leave school at 15.”

Rebecca smiled. She recalled mom lamenting this but making it amusing by quoting Marlon Brando in On the Waterfront and saying, “I could have been a contender.” She had always encouraged her children to do well at school. Dad had originally gone along with this and had continued to support her brother. Unfortunately, he had took out his anger about the accident on Rebecca.

She had left home just before she had started at the school. Even dad had agreed that it was for the best. If anyone queried the arrangement explaining that Marion lived nearer the school, and it saved Rebecca having to take two buses to get from Ward End to Edgbaston and back again every morning and evening normally satisfied the enquirer.

Marion had opened another bottle of wine as she told her about having sex on the train with the American businessman. She laughed hysterically at the thought that Rebecca had been paid a few hundred pounds for having sex. “Even allowing for inflation, I don’t think any of your mother’s admirers ever gave her that much money.”

Next day was Friday. She was a little superstitious and wanted to see the offer from the college in writing before saying anything. The people who asked were told that the interviews had gone well and that they had made encouraging noises, she was waiting for the official response as they would have had other candidates to see. She was a little more open with Mr Hampton, her history teacher, and he was happy for her, but promised to keep it quiet for the moment. She felt that he had come close to embracing her but had thought better of it.

On Saturday she walked into Birmingham and went to the central library. She read up about anal sex and decide that in future she would insist on a durex being used at least by anyone doing it for the first time with her. While part of her suspected the books were written by people trying to scare off people from having sex at all, some of the reasons for caution made sense.

She had put on the blonde wig again. She believed that shops preferred to hire blondes than dark haired girls. She went round three stores who said nothing doing at the moment. They had already hired their Christmas and sale staff and the Saturday jobs had been taken back in August.

She then went shopping and bought a new pair of stockings, some lingerie, and some thigh high tights with the £10 earmarked for replacing the ones ripped yesterday. She recognised the shop assistant, Janet, as someone who had been two years above her at her previous school and asked about Saturday jobs. The girl stared at her for a moment and went to ask the manager. He looked at Rebecca, talked to Janet again, shrugged his shoulders and came over to her.

“Mademoiselle, we have no vacancies currently but expect to have one in early January. I have asked Janet to explain to you the special duties the job involves to make sure that we do not waste each other’s time. If you are still interested come back in the new year.”

Janet had been allowed to take her lunch break plus an extra twenty minutes and in a nearby pub explained the vacancy that the management were looking to fill. Apparently the fact that Rebecca was blonde and had bought the fishnet stockings had persuaded the supervisor to let Janet sound her out. Rebecca decided that while the potential commissions she could earn were tempting, the risks involved were too much. However, she found the images arousing and was sure Marion would be amused as well.

She went to a bank to change the foreign currency from yesterday. She paid some of the cash in and then went to another bank to open a new account. çarşamba escort She instinctively wanted to hide how much money she had earned yesterday. She kept about £50 back and went to M&S to buy some smart clothes.

Finally, she went to Hudsons to see if there were any books she wanted to buy. She was wandering round when she saw Julian from her history and English classes busily skimming books in the English history section. She was her best male friend at school and was in a relationship. She went up and lightly smacked his bum.

He jumped, looked round and then looked at her for a few seconds before seeing past the wig. “Rebecca, sorry, the hair confused me. Actually, you are just the woman I need.”

She laughed, “You’d better not let Claire hear that.”

He blushed. It was quite endearing that he was so easy to embarrass.

He said, “Do you have to be anywhere tonight?”

“No and again I’m not certain that this is what a man going out with Claire should be asking me?”

He lapsed into a Kenneth Williams impression and said, “Stop messing about. Let’s go to MacDonalds.”

He led her there past Thorntons (she was tempted to get Marion some toffee) and the Railway Tavern (sweet memories) to MacDonalds. He had a burger, and she had a milkshake for which he paid.

“My brother called me at three. He is meeting this afternoon with a potential new client.”

She raised an eyebrow. It was still not entirely clear to her what made her the woman Julian needed.

He blushed again. “James called me saying that he needed someone to talk about the Wars of the Roses and in particular Richard III with the man. I’m making a mess of this. The man lost his wife six months ago and she was a history obsessive and asked him to fund a Richard III permanent exhibition space at a reputable museum. He apparently needs to talk about Richard III with someone intelligent. He has insisted on dragging James off for a drink after the meeting to discuss Richard III and I am to meet them there, accidentally on purpose.”

“You have listened to me, and George argue about that enough to wing it.”

“The problem is that my brother needs to land this client, but it is his wedding anniversary this evening, so he wants me to take over from him in the wine bar.”

“And you are going to the party this evening with Claire?”

“Yes, of course, but I also want to support James. But being honest, I don’t have your knowledge of the detail.”

“Fine, I am happy to help you and your brother out. I owe him anyway after last year. I will discuss Dickon with his potential client. Will the client want me to say yes to anything he says or to push back when he is talking nonsense?”

“James says that he is a straight talker, but I would say polite contradiction rather than how you take down George is called for.”

“I can do that.”

Julian looked uncertain for a moment. She looked at him and said, “What else?”

“My brother said he thought the man was playing with him, but he did ask if my brother knew a Jane Shore. My brother said that he knew no one of that name and the man smiled at him. The name rang a bell with me, and I was trying to look it up when you goosed me.”

Rebecca burst into laughter, “Are you offering to be my pimp or has your brother turned procurer?”

“What?”

“Jane Shore was the mistress of Edward IV, his best friend Lord Hastings and Edward’s stepson. The man asked your brother to find him a mistress he could share with his friends.”

He blushed harder, “Fuck. Sorry about that, I really didn’t know. You do believe me, don’t you?”

“Fine, I was only yanking your chain. I know you well enough to believe that you did not read beyond the basic textbooks. I think you recall the name from the Shakespeare play. Probably best you don’t explain it to your brother.”

“I won’t. He would not find it funny. He is a bit Dudley Do Right. Seriously, my brother said the man protects his reputation and was known to be faithful to his wife. Maybe he actually knows a real Jane Shore. Are you still OK to join us?”

“Of course, I will help out. He was probably just winding your brother up. Even if he did mean the second bit then I will flirt with him as pleasantly and harmlessly as I can. What do I need to know about him and how important is he to your brother?”

“William Johnson. Self-made multi-millionaire from Brum. Now his wife is dead he is throwing himself into the business and apparently wants to buy and sell companies. He wants to upgrade all his advisers and wants a firm of lawyers to implement the transactions and double check the accountants tax advice. That’s my brother’s in. He analyses the advice and then makes certain the corporate lawyers implement it properly. If he can be client partner then he will be a shoe in for equity partner next year.”

“Fine. By the way have you heard from Bristol yet?”

“Three Bs. I should manage that. Otherwise, there is always Aberystwyth çatalca escort with three Cs. You were rather non-committal on Friday. Have you got in and are just not telling us?”

She laughed and produced the letter from Oxford. He looked genuinely delighted for her and gave her a hug. “Fantastic news. I presume you would prefer I said nothing tonight at the party.”

“That would be good of you. I want to watch George when he hears the news. The longer he thinks that I am hiding the fact that I was rejected the sweeter it will be when he learns the truth.”

Julian nodded, “I still find it hard to forgive how he and his friends treated Elizabeth. Perhaps I am a little like my brother.”

“Only in the best ways.” She patted his leg and continued, “How were you thinking of rescuing your brother if I had not turned up? Wander in by yourself and say hi, did not expect to see you here, I’ve come in to get plastered before the party, by the way your wife expects you at home and can we talk about Richard III before you go.”

He shrugged, “That was one of the reasons I was delaying joining them.”

She said, “The things I do for friendship.” She outlined an alternative plan and then went and got changed in the toilets. The uniform for potential shop assistant was different from that of intelligent but sexually attractive lady.

She decided to assume that the man had meant the historical Jane Shore and flirt with him. The stories about the arrangements for special male (and some female) customers in the lingerie department of the store had turned her on. Besides which she had never flirted with a millionaire before.

She erred on the side of demure, the glasses were worn and while the dress was just above the knee, she had not undone any of the side buttons. While the black jumper was tight enough to accentuate her assets, she did not think that the bra could be seen. She was wearing stockings, silk knickers and a black bra. Her heels were about two inches. She tossed a mental coin on the wig and left it on.

As they walked in the wine bar and James called over Julian, she looked at the older man with James. He looked to be in about his mid-fifties, but he was in good physical shape and the salt and pepper hair made him look distinguished. The two of them were in a booth with a table which was covered by a red tablecloth which hung halfway down to the floor. She decided that she would not mind flirting with him.

/————————–/

Bill Johnson was sitting in a wine bar entertaining himself by seeing how desperate the man in front of him was to win his business. He knew from a phone call he had overheard that the man had a date with his wife at 7.30 to celebrate their anniversary and it was past six now. He wondered how the man was going to deal with this quandary. The thought distracted him from his preoccupations, which were focused on how he fulfilled his wife’s last wishes and how to ensure that he had a business that he could either leave to his children or sell for enough money that they need never worry about money again.

He had loved his wife deeply and the last six months of her life had been traumatic for both of them. Anne had asked two things of him during the final days she was really with him. One was to endow a room in a respectable museum about Richard III which put his side fairly and the other was to find someone new to love. She told him that he had been a good companion and it would be waste of a good man not to let someone else have the benefit of it and that she wanted him to be happy again. She also said not to rush into things and that he should not marry the first person he fancied.

He had two problems. While lots of history museums would love to have a new permanent exhibition room funded by him, the curators all stood firm on not saying that Richard had definitely not murdered his nephews. Some up north had offered to laud his work in the north of England under Edward IV but that was the most they would concede. Until he had found a solution to this problem, he felt that he could not move on.

Secondly, he did not feel ready in any event to start courting someone seriously. Friends had started introducing him to perfectly pleasant women and, while he had not disliked them, could not contemplate making loving love to them as he had loved Anne. Trouble was that for the moment he wanted to have sex more than he wanted to be married and for those women sex would have to be linked to an engagement. The alternative of having sex with someone he had no respect or liking for did not appeal to him. That’s why he had jokingly referred to Jane Shore to James earlier today. He liked the idea of someone who would be happy for an affectionate relationship with no expectation of marriage, even if it involved gifts of cash and clothes from him.

Just then a young man and woman walked into the wine bar. The young man looked as though he could be related to James. He found it harder çaycuma escort to place the woman. She looked like someone trying to make the best of themselves but did not have the budget or the good taste. The wig was certainly a bad move. Not too obvious, but his wife told – had used to tell — him that one should always look at the eyebrows. The glasses were about as cheap NHS as you could get. Still the legs were good, and the jumper accentuated her breasts. It was a sign of how long it had been since he had sex that he mentally undressed her and imagined himself between her legs.

James had stood up and said clearly, “Julian. Is that you?” The boy had turned, waved, nudged the girl and the pair wandered over. The boy called Julian said, “James. You remember Rebecca? She’s just heard that she got into Oxford, and we came in to celebrate.”

James said, “Of course, Rebecca, I’m delighted to see you again.”

Bill looked her up and down and then smiled, “Congratulations, Rebecca. My name is William Johnson. This calls for champagne.” He signalled at the man serving who came straight over and said “Mr Johnson, what can I get you?”

“A bottle of Dom Perignon with four glasses.”

He invited Rebecca to sit next to him and she accepted. “What subject will you be doing?”

“Jurisprudence — law really, but they use a fancy name. I did history papers for my entrance exams.”

“My wife was fascinated by history, especially the fifteen and sixteenth centuries.”

“Oh, that’s the period Julian and I are studying for A levels. One of my Oxford entrance questions was on the reign of Richard III.”

“I would like to discuss that period with you.”

He re-evaluated James. He did not believe for a minute that this was an accidental meeting but found it hard to believe that he was trying so hard to satisfy a potential client.

The champagne arrived and he started talking about the Wars of the Roses to Rebecca and Julian. He knew the subject. On Richard III it he had heard all the theories about why Richard III had not killed his nephews but did not really believe them. He liked the way she countered the arguments. It was respectful rather than pushing back aggressively or calling him a fool. He looked her in the eyes and realised that she was enjoying the debate as much as he was (or at least was good at faking it).

After fifteen minutes, the girl put her hand to her head and grimaced, “I had forgotten about the wig. Just give me five minutes to take it off. It is part of my job-hunting uniform.”

As she hurried off to the toilets, he turned to the two brothers and asked, “Your girlfriend is clever and good company, Julian.”

The man blushed, “She’s not my girlfriend although she is my best female friend after Claire. Even if I were not going out with Claire, it would not happen.”

“Why not?”

Julian said “There are four boys to every girl in the sixth form. She was hassled a lot last year especially as she is not that well off.” There was clearly more behind it.

Julian trailed off, “Look, it’s not my story to tell. She has been a good friend to me and Claire and I am delighted for her.”

The girl returned and she looked more attractive with black hair. He decided that he wanted to get to know her better and that involved getting rid of the brothers.

He turned to James and said, “You should be with your wife. I heard the call. Mine would have had my guts for garters if I had been late for an anniversary meal.”

James looked relieved at his dismissal, but also a little perturbed. William looked at him and said, “You found me a Richard III expert within four hours. I respect speedy service.” At the same time, he patted Rebecca’s leg under the tablecloth. She did not object to the touch and indeed she patted his hand with hers. James and he dealt with the necessary pleasantries and the married man left.

After another ten minutes Rebecca released Julian who, apart from a few sentences early on, had been left out of the discussion of why Hastings was executed, the histories of Polydore Vergil and Thomas More, why Margaret of Burgundy acted as she did, and the importance of the treatment of the Duke of Warwick by Henry Tudor. She said to him, “Jules, aren’t you due to meet Claire at the party in thirty minutes? I am enjoying the conversation and I am certain Mr Johnson will be happy to continue it with just me.”

Julian clearly wanted to go but was uneasy about leaving his friend alone. “Are you certain, Rebecca?”

“I’m certain. I don’t think I need a chaperone to protect my honour.” Her hand squeezed Bill’s knee at that point.

Julian did not need much convincing and waiting only to thank William for the champagne, left for the party. William sat back down next to her after shaking the boy’s hand as another bottle of champagne arrived. It was opened and he poured her a glass. His hand brushed her right breast as he did so, and she did not pull away.

He was starting to be impressed by James. He had shown no indications of knowing who Jane Shore was when he had mentioned the name. Less than four hours later he had produced a Richard III expert who also happened to be an attractive woman who was happily flirting with him and making him feel intelligent.

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Victoria sat at her desk in her office with her head supported in her hand, her eyes half shut and her eyelids growing heavier by the second as she stared on at the computer screen. Her other hand tapped on the mouse to dismiss one candidate after the next. She shut her eyes tight, rubbed the bridge of her nose and let out an exasperated sigh before leaning back in her chair and clicking through another bio after skimming through it. She turned to the document left on her desk and grimaced at it as if to place the blame on the paper itself.

She found it laying on her desk when she came in the morning of and was pleased to find that she was going to be getting a promotion soon. What she had been less thrilled about was the requirements of this promotion. She would receive a promotion to the rank of General and with that she’d need to choose a Lieutenant to act as her second in command, bodyguard, and assistant. This was common practice among the Canopy Security, a private military contractor, as the higherups thought it instilled a sense of comradery among their soldiers. They preferred having their higher-ranking officers choose someone they trust over someone who just did well on a few tests.

Additionally, it showed the recruits that it didn’t matter who they were, why they were here, or where they came from. So long as someone felt you could get a job done, anyone could go from the lowest rank of a Recruit to that of a Lieutenant before their first year had even finished. With this new rank, of course, came responsibilities, many of them far out weighting the bragging rights and authority that came with the title of becoming a General’s second in command. Because of this, many chose to forgo the promotion in favor choosing a different path, one that came with far less stress.

Right now, though, that was exactly what Victoria had been experiencing. She let out another exasperated sigh and clapped her hands against her face to palm across her cheeks and rub her eyes.

“One more and we take a break for a bit,” Victoria said to herself. The difficulty in finding a Lieutenant wasn’t a matter of trust, but a matter of skill with the soldiers and students she had to pick from. Many of them had potential; given a watchful eye and a stern hand, they’d be the pride of the Canopy Security. At this moment however, it was just that, potential. Victoria had already decided that she was not looking for a homework assignment. She needed someone that could act on their own, didn’t need prior or further training or have their hand held, she needed someone like You.

Victoria’s brows raised as she looked over your bio. You were a fourth-year student at the local military academy, the very same Victoria attended herself, but still only held the rank of recruit. You were twenty-two years old, in the academy since you were eighteen but from the comments of your peers, you looked for any way for someone to kick you out. Your teachers and commanding officers constantly described you as obstinate. More said you had a problem with authority. It had also been a running joke among the officers and teaches that they were placing bets as to when the head master would finally get sick of your shenanigans and kick you out. It was a joke Victoria did not find funny.

You had your own merit, that was plain to anyone who saw your bio. More than once you came close to setting records in combat simulations, sparring and physical training. A few of them surpassing even Victoria’s own personal records. Victoria entertained the thought further and further the more she read into your bio. With your hard-headed nature, you’d no doubt be a project and a half. But Victoria thought that if she could manage to get you to accept, then perhaps she could show the recruits that Canopy doesn’t believe in lost causes, perhaps even show the other officers that a specific touch was all you needed.

Victoria smirked and scoffed at these thoughts before clicking on the bio to select you as the candidate. There would be no need to review this as many of Victoria’s fellow officers knew better than to question her choices. With that, she sent off an email to you, keeping it intentionally cryptic as to not draw attention to you or herself and just asking you to meet her later this week.

~Days later~

When you received the email asking for a Specialist Dowell to see you personally, you thought this was going to be a disciplinary hearing if not an outright court martial. Then again, if that were the case then why was it phrased as a request? Regardless, you and the Specialist decided on a time to meet in her office. You had already started heading towards her quarters in no real hurry, knowing you were already a few minutes late and didn’t see a point in running and getting your stuffy uniform stained with sweat.

When you arrived at the door to Victoria’s office, you gave her door a firm knock and the usual query for permission to enter. You stood there, waited for a moment, sighed and rolled your eyes and knocked again. You asked if anyone bursa otele gelen escort had been in there and kept knocking just till Victoria caught your attention by coming up beside you. She held a cup of coffee in one hand and regarded you with a raised brow.

“I’m surprised you’re here this early, I thought you’d be later.” Victoria droned and opened her door, proceeding into her office as she directing you to take a seat.

When you murmured something under your breath, Victoria’s head shot around to regard you with an inquisitive glare. With that, you thought better of repeating what you said, just this once.

As you took a seat, Victoria perched herself onto the front of her desk after she set her coffee mug down. Victoria leaned back where she sat on the desk, her hands held behind her to support herself. She held you in her gaze for some time and you had to fight your own instincts to not allow a shiver to shoot down your spine. Furthermore, you also had to resist the urge to make another comment about the situation at hand. You bit your tongue, drew in a deep breath and issued an already exasperated sigh as you leaned back in your chair.

You asked why you were here exactly and if this was meant to be yet another pep talk, Victoria could just save her breath. What surprised you after you said this, was the smirk that played on Victoria’s lips. It was slight, like you had to know it was there to even find it.

It was around this time that you noticed the uniform Victoria had been wearing was a deviation of the standard officer uniform. You remembered that she found herself in a pair of slacks, but this time around, she took to wearing a pencil skirt that formed around her hips, thighs and waist. Your eyes traced from her ankles swathed in white leggings all the way up her long slender legs till they filled out to her full thighs hugged so tight in that skirt she’d been wearing. When Victoria pulled herself up onto her desk further and crossed her legs over one another. You were sure she had noticed your gawking and found yourself unable to look her in the eyes. Perhaps out of a sense of self-preservation.

When you did catch a periphery glance at her face, you came to notice her full lips curling more into a trammeled smile than a smirk. Victoria scoffed under her breath, placed her hands at her knee and rolled her shoulders back to sit straight and proper.

“You seem distracted Recruit; something on your mind?” Victoria asked, seemingly refusing to answer your other question while she wore a knowing smirk about her face. At her own inquiry however, you did look up for a moment to lock your eyes with hers before turning your head away at the feel of your heart skipping a beat in your chest.

In the back of your mind, you berated yourself. There was no reason for you to be acting like this, she was just another stuffy recruiter in another stupid uniform from a pretentious private military contractor. Your teeth grit inside your skull as you turned back to Victoria, feeling emboldened if not for the fact that you still wore a faint blush on your cheeks.

You asked, more so, demanded why you were called here. It was obvious you felt your time was being wasted here or perhaps you were part of a joke that you were not privy to.

“I’d like to make you an offer Recruit, I’ll spare you the talk about trying to get you on the right track or trying to get you to focus and just say this; I want you as my lieutenant.” Victoria herself felt the air chill around the two of you after you said it and noticed a hint of color wash from your face.

You asked her to repeat herself, perhaps even tripping over your words at this request.

“I, want you, to become, my Lieutenant.” Victoria explained again, her words and pauses deliberate. She hopped from her perch on the desk and began to circle around you; taking a gloved hand and grazing the tips of her fingers along your shoulders as she circled behind you. Your breath hitched in your throat at this before you exhaled and tried to calm your frayed nerves. “What do you say?” Victoria asked as she placed her hands at your shoulders, standing behind you now.

After a moment to compose yourself, you squared your shoulders and asked her why; of all the students, officers and what have you, why did she decide to choose you?

At this, Victoria gave your shoulders a firm squeeze and rolled her hands along the muscles of your shoulders. If this was meant to make you relax, Victoria was doing a fantastic job. You sighed out and rolled your neck as your shoulders fell slack at your sides.

“What most other officers would describe as obstinate or undisciplined, I’d see as… autonomy. If you were to accept the offer I’m putting forward, you’d take on several titles, one of which being my personal body guard. I think your skills with a firearm speak for themselves and I would much rather have someone who won’t wait for orders at my side.” Victoria’s hands brushed across your shoulders and began to slide their bursa rus escort way down your torso, smoothing out the vest you wore and wrapping around your waist.

You could feel the Specialist’s chest at the back of your head, firm, soft, and warm to the touch. Victoria leaned in closer, resting her head at your shoulder as her lips were only a flick away from your ear.

“What do you say?” Victoria whispered, the breath of her words hitting your ear while her soft voice consumed your senses for a moment.

You tell Victoria that you’re not looking to make a career working for Canopy. You’re just here to get your diploma and go freelance.

“What I failed to mention is that you’d be sharing quarters with me as well, two full sized beds with full amenities. Far more accommodating than what you’re used to, I’m sure,” As she spoke, you could feel the shadow of her lips and the warmth of her breath across your skin.

The paranoia addled parts of your mind began to size up the situation. The little voice in the back of your head told you that this was all trap. That the moment you made any advance on her she would turn around and report you for sexual assault and have you out of here with your reputation beyond repair.

You lowered your head, clenched your fists and stood. Victoria pulling away from you just as you got to your feet to avoid having your shoulder hit her square in the chin. You felt her hands withdraw to her sides and saw from the corner of your eye that she took a step away from you. Without saying anything more, you started for the door. The only thoughts you allowed yourself to occupy your mind were leaving this place and this situation behind you. When you reached for the knob, however, you recoiled at the sight of a hand that appeared there. Victoria standing arms reach from the door and keeping it in place. You grimaced and seized the knob only to find that it wouldn’t budge even against your full might. You growled under your breath, peered over your shoulder, pursed your lips and kept your fists clenched. You didn’t need to say a word, Victoria already knew that if it came down to it, you’d sooner kick down the door before entertaining these depraved games any further.

“I don’t appreciate having my time wasted Recruit,” Victoria snapped and stepped closer to you; her heels clicking with her long stride till she came around in front of you and crossed her arms under her bust. Her back leaning up against the door “I also don’t recall giving you permission to leave!”

You remembered that your superior officers only used this stance whenever they were especially irritated, but you still couldn’t shake your prior thoughts. You drew your attention over to the way Victoria’s breasts pushed in together underneath her uniform. You turned your eyes to look up at her and found the look on her face to say that she was fully aware of your gawking now. Victoria seemed to think this was permission for her to stare herself as she made it a point to allow you to trace her eyes down to your crotch where she could see the way she had caught your attention. The way it ran down the leg of your pants and strained against the fabric. You followed Victoria’s eyes to notice what she’d been staring at and turned away with a heavier blush on your cheeks now.

“I don’t know what kind of woman you think I am either,” Victoria’s tone was softer now, a sultry whisper as she closed the distance between the two of you.

She reached out a hand and you felt it graze across your chin, directing your attention over to her. When you turned to face her, your eyes locked with hers. The way she held your face in her eyes made air around you too thin to breath. When she stepped forward again and placed her hands at your shoulders, her chest pressing up against yours, you placed your own hands at her hips and held her ever so lightly. The fury you felt before quelled in an instant and, in its place, a deeper instinct took over. Your heart was still trembling, but at a harder beat now.

“I don’t normally do this sort of thing, but if this is what it takes to convince you to stay, then there are far worse things that have been asked of me,” Victoria said, her voice still that soft humming tone. Her hands tracing along your shoulders again and smirking at the way you drew in a sharp breath. Her finger tips played along your neck till she cupped your face in her hands. Victoria cocked her head off to the side, her smile widening as she let out a genuine giggle that you couldn’t help but fall for, just before she closed her eyes and leaned in close.

You felt her lips against yours and hadn’t fought back against her advances. Your mind was a muddled, clouded mess. Your heart was racing, your hands shaking. You drew your arms around Victoria’s waist to press her further into your body if only to hold her tight enough that you yourself wouldn’t shake to pieces.

When she pulled away from you, the moment you two shared felt all too fleeting. You shifted where you were, only now truly realizing büyükçekmece escort where you had been in this moment and began to pull your hands away from Victoria’s waist. As your grip loosened over her, you found that Victoria’s only grew tighter as she drew you in and held you tight.

“I can see the way you look at me, it’s painted all over your face.” Victoria began and stretched her arms over your shoulders, lacing her fingers behind your neck. “Your military baring was never something of a strong suit for you, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t look at you the same way after I saw your profile. Though I think my own gawking was far more tactile.” Victoria said with a teasing giggle and when she felt you pull yourself closer to her, she quickly stepped off to the side, turned you around and shoved you up against the door with a thud.

Before you could realize what was going on, she already had your wrist held behind your back with her opposite hand already trying to push off from the door. When you noticed how easily you could break out of this hold, you knew that she meant nothing serious by this. Peering over your shoulder, you gave her a side long glance and asked what exactly she was planning here.

“Just this once, do as your told,” Victoria whispered and took your other wrist in her hand and pinned you up against the wall, your hands held above your head as your torso still pressed up against the locked door. You hadn’t fought back against this, but you did look over your shoulder in curiosity as to what was going to come next.

Victoria’s hands snaked around your waist and traced her fingers along your torso, feeling along your abs, the space between your toned pectorals till her slender fingers teased at your neck. The tips of Victoria’s fingers tucked under the collar of your uniform and tugged lightly at the buttons till they popped away. With an expected skill and grace that could only come from a Specialist such as her. She was able to strip away your dress shirt and vest from your body; with a quick swipe of her hand, your chest lay bare. She pulled on your shoulder and turned you around to face her and you instinctively kept your arms above your head.

You couldn’t help but draw a flattered smile at the look on Victoria’s face as she eyed your bare chest, her eyes tracing along the contours of your toned athletic form. The way her eyes squinted when you flexed your muscles, the subtle bite to her lower lip and the hum you could only hear in the silence of her office. When her eyes snapped up to meet yours, the nerve to your smile was all but lost just till you felt Victoria take your hands and place them at her neck. When you tucked your fingers under the collar of her blouse, you looked up to her to confirm this was what she wanted. With a nod of approval from Victoria, you plucked at the first button and began to work your way down her blouse, inch by inch.

At the time you reached her waist, Victoria reached up and pulled a pin from her hair causing her crimson locks to fall and flow over her chest and shoulders. When you looked up, you found yourself taken aback by the utter majesty of how she looked. With a single hair pin, she had gone from the feared and respected Canopy Security Specialist Victoria Dowell, to just simply Victoria. When she smiled and giggled at you, a blush playing at her cheeks, you could feel yourself coming to a sense of ease around her as you plucked the final button away and stripped off her blouse and vest, tossing it away with your own uniform.

Victoria wasn’t about to wait for you to do away with her skirt. With a clip undone and a sway of her hips, it dropped to the floor around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but her lacy panties and bra along with her thigh high stockings. Even as she laid herself bare before you, her confidence never waved for a second. Hints of her military upbringing still plain on her face even as she smiled and brushed a lock of hair behind her ear.

You placed your hands at her hips again and pecked your lips at her collar bone. You were surprised to feel the way Victoria wrapped her hand around the back of your neck as if to hold you there for a moment longer. You kept your head bowed and pulled yourself in closer, pressing your still throbbing member up against her to remind the two of you why you were here.

You whispered to her that you thought she was beautiful, and you meant every word of it.

“Flattery will get you nowhere Recruit,” Victoria said and drew her leg up around your waist and pressed her hips up against yours in reciprocation. When she pulled her leg down, she wrapped it around the back of your knee, pulling your leg out from under you. With one quick shove, you were on the floor with Victoria straddling your lap, her hips grinding up against your bulge. “Now then, if you can’t outlast me, I’ll be making you do endurance training until you can,”

Victoria took your hands to place them at her chest. Your fingers sinking into the soft skin as Victoria shrugged the straps of her bra from her shoulders and reached her hands behind her back to unclip her bra. It didn’t take you long to rip it away and toss it into the ever-growing pile of clothes. Before you even had a chance to marvel at her breasts, Victoria pressed your face up against her tits and played with the hair at the back of your head.

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