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“On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross
The emblem of suffering and shame
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain

So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross
‘Till my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it some day for a crown”

George Bennard

**

Monday, 14/4/17, 3.43pm.

Huge Georgian buildings tower over me, products of some of the worst abuses in history. Their construction financed from the traders profits of slavery, whaling and tobacco. Renovated, brightly lit office and shopfronts hide their shame, as foundation, concealer, mascara and lipstick hide mine.

Sauchiehall street feels like my old duffel coat, shabby and worn, but safe and warm. Indifferent couples surround my world. Holding hands, laughing, arguing, just living life together! Men and women wrapped up against the cool spring air, yet enjoying the moments of sunshine that brighten our city centre.

They leave me with a heavy heart, it’s all I’ve ever wanted, to be with someone that loves me, for being me. I lost count of the number of people I’ve been physically intimate with many years ago, due to the numbers, through my inability to separate my past issues from the present.

I’d work six days or nights, and have a Saturday to myself. For nearly nine years the Saturday routine stayed the same, out to some gay club, get picked up, go back to theirs for sex. Always a one night stand, never let them close, never take them to my apartment, give them no part of me. Just a night of intimacy, joy, pleasure, on my terms, for me. The problem with that is, whilst it’s fun and safe to give no part of yourself, it leaves you terribly lonely, empty.

Now, nearly a year after my return home to Glasgow, my life’s so different. I’m respectable, working with my uncle Vince is going well, yet I can’t be open about who I am with anyone. As soon as someone asks about my past, I make an excuse and put distance between us. I think I need a shrink!

To make matters worse, the rain that’s stayed off begins to fall, getting heavier by the minute, till it’s a deluge. Ducking into the first hotel doorway; I’ve to laugh, the Garden Inn hotel, the very place I turned my first trick some twelve years earlier at the age of nineteen. Shacking off the water from my jacket, I nod a hello to the concierge and head through to the bar to shelter from the rain till it eases off.

It’s very busy with sharp dressed men and women huddled in groups, chatting animatedly about their day. Odd individuals mill about, joining and leaving different groups, they all appear associated in some form. After ordering a glass of house white, that costs three times what we sell it for in the Monkey, I find a seat in the corner by the window, watching for the rain to stop so I can leave. As I’m sat staring into space, minding my own business, she appears from the crowd, walking towards me, smiling. Her long red hair, flows in a delicate tousled mess, caressing and emphasising her black suit jacket. A flared three quarter length gypsy skirt sways seductively from slim sashaying hips. Pale cheeks are highlighted by deep glossy red lips and dark eyeliner lifts her sapphire blue irises ümraniye escort to striking effect. As she sits by me,

“I didn’t see you in the seminar?”

“You wouldn’t, I’m only sheltering from the downpour.”

As much as I try to dismiss her, she persists. Her names Kate, she’s a lawyer, grew up in Dundee with her mum, dad and brother. Kate adores being in Glasgow and the freedom it’s given her. I give her nothing other than my name.

My gaydar has stalled, blown a fuse, I’ve no idea if I’m being hit on or if this Dundonian is just uber friendly.

An hour later with the rain long since stopped, we’re deep in conversation about “Crunchy,” the latest trendy place to eat in Glasgow, when she asks if I’d like to go with her to try it.

“When?”

“Saturday, if your free?”

“Only if we can go for a drink first.”

Kate slides her iPhone to me, challenging me to put my number in with a nickname she’ll have to find in amongst her contacts. Dumbstruck I type in my number but my minds gone blank for a nickname. Do I play it down? Do I put something that shows I’m interested in her? Do I let my sexuality show in a nickname? Is this the reason she wants a nickname?

I type, “Nakedtruth,” press save and tell her to text me as I make my exit.

As the doors to the Garden Inn close behind me, a broad smile fills my face as I feel the phone in my pocket vibrate, announcing the receipt of a text. Skipping up the street, I can’t stop myself from pulling the phone out and reading the text.

“Corinthians Bar, 8pm, Saturday, nicknames say a lot about people so I’m really looking forward to seeing you. X”

Immediately I bounce a reply straight back.

“Me to Kate xx”

Wednesday, 16/4/17, 8.55pm.

“Hi Yvonne, I’ve had a crap day. Tell me something truthful about Nakedtruth? X.”

“Hiya, well Kate, you know I work at the Monkey Bar. I actually own it along with my uncle Vince! Yay. xx”

*****

Friday, 18/4/17, 9.26pm.

“Wishing it was tomorrow Yvonne, I need alcohol lol xxx”

“You could come to the Monkey, most of your clientele drink here, could be good for business xx”

“Yikes, maybe on a second date? Xxx”

“That’s Sunday sorted then Kate xx”

*****

Saturday, 19/4/17, 6.11pm.

My stomach churns as I pull the thick black tights up my legs, ease them over my butt and snap them loose above my waist. My reflection in the mirror disturbs me, red bra, black legs with shimmers of pale blue briefs glowing under the dark nylon encasing my legs, butt and waist, it’s not attractive.

The insatiable need in me to appear ultra feminine tonight has occupied my mind constantly since my first meeting with Kate. I’ve spent the week cursing myself for the way I was dressed when I’d entered the Garden Inn, my torn jeans, naff chunky crop, duffle coat and tatty scuffed boots. I was a stray cat in the middle of a pedigree breed show. That all changes the instance I slide the poppy print satin dress over my shoulders. It glides down over my shape, flutters across my butt, caresses into my waist and nestles, straps snuggling my shoulders, I feel special as I tousle my hair into the ‘I’ve not made an effort,’ style. Wolf whistles further göztepe escort embolden me as I pirouette through the Monkey Bar on my way to my first ever proper date.

Hopping from one foot to the other, tugging my old duffle coat tight to me, I tell myself it’s the cold I’m shielding, not my nerves as the hands on my watch say five past eight. I’m beginning to feel distraught; she’s not coming, she’s decided I’m not worth the effort, she’s had a better offer!

In the orange street lights, amidst a crowd of revellers, a red haired madwoman, arms in the air, screams a breathless “hello” as she wraps her arms around my neck. Pulling me in, her mouth attaches to mine, a tongue slips into my mouth as a cold body spreads itself over and around me, her long overcoat envelopes us, as, dumbstruck, I stand rigid in shock.

Pulling back, her hands drop to mine. Fingers clasp mine, her smiling face talks words I can’t hear in my confusion at the unexpected embrace and public intimacy. Kate laughs at my embarrassment, grips my hand and leads me into the bar.

Kate drops her shoulder and her overcoat slithers down her straightened limbs, spinning it round on an outstretched hand, she flicks it onto the back of a high barstool at one of the many island bar tops. Jumping up onto the opposite stool I watch in admiration as Kate ventures through the crowded bar to fetch us drinks.

Seeing her lean against the aged mahogany bar, I drool at her shape. She’s like a small thoroughbred horse, a mix of strength and elegance ooze from taught swaying hindquarters, her long red mane resembles a ferocious fire as it tumbles recklessly down the length of her spine, a complete contrast to the bright yellow halter, that curls under and around her torso before, snaking back up around her pale neck. Green trousers snuggle her thighs, stretching tightly around pronounced biceps and calves, flexing and relaxing as her foot digs at the floor impatiently.

Lost in a dreamy disposition I watch her turn, mojitos in hands, sashaying hips swing with each stride on silver Sole Diva platforms. Small breasts tickle and ripple under yellow polyester, stray curls of red hair bounce across her shoulders pulling you in to her bright glorious face. High cheekbones catching light freckles that adorn the bridge of her button nose. Pouting lips, glow liquid like in gloss, emphasising the tongue that points sharply at me, a cheeky introduction of how this nights going to shape.

Four more mojitos and lost to time, just revelling in our own space, Kate finally leans back in her barstool, letting go off my hands and arms she’s been touching and stroking the past hours. Her eyes lock with mine, questions fill her mind but nothing comes forth to me, I stare back, a lost inquisition. Her eyes never leave mine, as she reaches below the narrow table top that divides us. Some strange, awkward movements and Kate relaxes back against the back of her barstool again. She raises her hands, in the left a black sock, in the right a silver Sole Diva platform shoe.

A smile creeps across my face as a bare foot pushes between my knees, easing them apart, stroking up and down both my calves in turn. Our eyes don’t flinch, locked into each other’s questioning minds. The atasehir escort foot forces my left, then right knees further apart. Stroking lightly up each tense thigh, tingles start in my lurching stomach, sensitive nerves begin to electrify, sending butterfly pulses through my body as I sink lower in my barstool, legs stretching out as I surrender to the pleasure.

The ball of Kate’s foot finally rest on my vagina, her big toe tap, tap, tapping awake my little man in his boat. Some circling of the ball on my dampness and she slides her foot downwards. Her big toe rests against nylon covered cotton briefs, gently pushing the material into me. Slowly, round and round, the big toe eases itself into my open moistening vagina. My breath begins to catch in my chest, held by a burning passion, showing on my erecting nipples and reddened cheeks.

Kate lazily eases the pressure on me, in turn pointing her eyes to her own waist, directing me to look there! Kate’s eyes never leave mine as she fumbles with the button of her trousers. I stare in wonder, confused at what’s coming next, till she tugs at her shirt, raising it up over her muscled tummy. Peering through the dim lights of the bar, I search her skin, squinting I finally see it! Kate’s a cutter, five, maybe six thin white pencil line scars, delicately tattoo her abdomen.

Scars; of emotional pain, scars of the efforts Kate has made to rid herself of the pains of sexuality angst, scars marking the points where she released her own blood in an effort to ease the pressure on her brain. Her eyes look deep inside me, a knowing grin bleeds across her mouth in realisation that I share those feelings. I’m not a cutter, I cope in a different manner, my release comes through anonymous couplings, fucking with strangers every weekend, always a one off, no ties, no giving or taking, no love, till now.

As Kate buttons up, she rises from her stool, pulls on her coat and gives me her hand. My fingers lace through hers and I hold tight, I’m not familiar with *Publicly Displayed Affection, but it feels warm and inviting. Stepping out onto the street it feels like we are cocooned in a golden aura, I’m convinced everyone in the street is watching us, jealous of our togetherness, our love?

There’s a sharp tugging on my arm as I walk dreamily, Kate pulls me up a dim alleyway between two high tenement buildings, pushing into me, arms snaking around me, our bodies rubbing excitedly against each other. Her hand slips under my hem as our tongues battle inside feverish mouths. Fingers rub, nylon across cotton, cotton across my sex, pressing into to me as her toe did earlier.

Gasping for breath I pull back from Kate, she doesn’t stop, using the opportunity of the space between us, to lift her hand and ease it into my underwear. Fingers play, twist and curl in the narrow band of my pubic hair. Reaching through and below, like a heat seeking missile latching onto its target, they burrow into me and I throw my arms back around her.

Squeezed against each other, Kate pushes me back against the wall as I grab her butt, pulling our pelvic regions tight together. My thighs begin humping in time with my pulling her butt to me. Her hand tightly trapped between us. Her two fingers jammed inside me, work like a little cock, fucking me between our rutting bodies. a****listic grunts escape our hot mouths, saliva dribbles from the corner of my mouth, our eyes locked in a death stare as Kate fucks me. My eyes telling the naked truth; I fucking love having you inside me Kate, I want you inside me Kate, I’m falling for you Kate!

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It was only just this summer when my best friends introduced me to this lesbian club, and taught me how to become a lesbian…

Let’s start off, my name is Kylie, I’m 22, I have long blonde hair, I’m 5′ 3″, and sparkling blue eyes. My two best friends are Lani, and Kiara, they’re the same age as me. Lani is 4′ 11″, has short blonde hair, and bright green eyes. Kiara has short brown hair, deep brown eyes, and is 5′ 6″. They’re both really attractive in my eyes, but I’ve never really wanted to consider myself as a lesbian, because society just doesn’t accept it… besides, Lani is as shy as hell, Kiara is a bit arrogant, and all three of us are straight.

It just happened to be my birthday today, and Lani and Kiara were going to treat me to dinner and a show. I was so excited, because I haven’t really spent that much time with Lani and Kiara this summer, because I’ve been busy with my job, and my boyfriend, Paul, so I kinda felt bad, but now as I get ready to go out tonight all of those worries disappear. Paul knew I needed alone time with the gals, and besides he was going to be working late today, so he didn’t have time to make it, but he bought me this sexy black velvet dress with matching black silky panties, and a bra for tonight’s outing.

I just got pendik escort finished getting dressed when I heard the doorbell ring.

“Wait a second! I’ll get it in a sec!” I called down from upstairs putting perfume, and my sparkling gold heart earrings on.

Then I rushed to the door to greet my friends.

“Hey, hey, hey, sexy!” Kiara chimed as I opened the door, flinging her arms around me and giving me a big squeeze. I blushed a bit when I felt her boobs slightly rub against me through the fabric. She’s arrogant, but I love her.

“Hey” Lani waved from behind Kiara. She was a bit of the shy type…

Kiara and Lani looked as stunning as ever. Kiara wore a red velvet dress, and matching red high heels while Lani wore a blue velvet dress, with blue dress shoes.

I guess I was staring at them to long, because Kiara was the first to speak up.

“Well come on silly, what ‘cha starin’ at?” Kiara commented grabbing me by the arm, and tugging me to her BMW. Lani followed quietly behind us.

“Wait a minute!” I said pulling back. “I need to lock up the house, I don’t need to leave it nice and ajar so someone can waltz in there and take what they please!” I walked towards my front door, making sure to lock kadıköy escort it properly, trying to keep my calm.

We all got into Kiaras’ black BMW, strapped ourselves in, and drove off. Kiara said we were going to go eat first because she said she had something “special” planned for all of us at the club. I waited in anticipation as we drove the familiar route to my favorite restaurant, Olive Garden. This Olive Garden was really fancy compared to other ones I’ve been in, so we like this one the best.

We all got out of the car, walked up the front entrance, and entered our name and number of people in the party. I was surprised, we got seated really quickly. I think mostly because we were getting seated in the smoking section, which is fine, I’m sorta impatient, and Kiara love to smoke.

Just after the waiter took our orders, Kiara lit up a smoke, and I headed to the bathroom.

While I was gone Kiara and Lani were discussing the plans for the club.

“Soo, are you sure this is going to work, and Kylie isn’t going to freak?” Lani questioned uncertainly.

“Yes, I’m positive, Kylie won’t care if we’re both lesbians, we can’t hide it from her forever, and besides I think she sorta blushed when my tits rubbed atasehir escort bayan up against her!” Kiara said calmly puffing out smoke. “So, I think that was a sign that she liked it, and wants to be with us possibly.”

“Oh, shit! Here she comes, act natural!” Lani said scrambling around acting all nervous.

“Don’t freak out, it’ll make it obvious!” Kiara shouted in frustration.

As I neared the table. “What will be obvious?” I pondered asking them.

“Uhh, Uhh…” Lani started off.

“Oh, that they’re taking FOREVER with our meal, and that they never seem to clean up the men’s room!” Kiara cut in trying to hide Lani’s nervousness.

Lani just sat there nodding still looking nervous.

“You went into the men’s room?!” I asked looking more shocked than I needed to be, because Kiara does that all the time, because it’s a thrill on its own or something, but usually she doesn’t do it in such a fancy restaurant. I still had my suspicions that they were lying, but I decided to play along knowing that Kiara won’t crack.

“Yeah, why are you soo shocked?” Kiara said raising her eyebrow.

“Well, it’s just that you promised you wouldn’t do it again, well not in such a fancy reasturant!” I shouted hesitating a little.

“Oh well, oops, I forgot!” Kiara said adding a little blush to her face (Not actual blush…), though I saw through her act, she might be good, but she doesn’t fool me! I knew she took privet acting lessons in high school.

I just dropped in, our bread sticks and salad came, then came out meal, and we ate.

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Susan was a young woman who enjoyed the finer things in life. Cordon Bleu food, designer clothes, cellared wines, as well as various forms of art. It was due to her interest in the arts that she had become involved as a volunteer at Hilton Galleries. Although her involvement was limited to leading a guided tour through the ‘touring arts’ gallery every few weeks, it suited her well, as her main employment was as a receptionist at a busy medical practice. At least at the gallery, she may meet ‘the man of her dreams’. John, her partner of 2 years, had debated that backpacking around the World was more important to him than settling down, so after much discussion, they had decided to go their separate ways, and see what the future had in store for each of them

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Nearly 2pm, Susan thought, as she led the art appreciation group past the final print from “The Art that Hitler Hated” exhibition.

“That concludes today’s tour. Thank you for your interest, Ladies and Gentlemen, I hope to see you here again soon. Enjoy the remainder of your afternoon.”

The crowd dispersed, and Susan’s eyes met the gaze of a very familiar face.

“Susan, you certainly did your research” the voice said, “I am a great admirer of German Expressionist Printmaking, and I am very impressed with your knowledge! ”

“Ben?” Susan questioned.

Susan had met Ben nearly a year ago. The doctors at the medical practice, in which she worked, had invited several medical professionals to a get together at a restaurant. Ben was second in charge of the cardiology dept at a large hospital. Obviously of Germanic descent, he had blond hair and blue eyes, and a build which was much more muscular than she had remembered.

“How quickly you forgot me.” he commented, with a wry smile.

Susan blushed, wondering how she had not noticed this link from her past in her tour group. “A large group today, you must have kept to the back,” she stammered. “How lovely to see you again. You look different somehow, have you been working out?”

Ben laughed. “Forever the flirt, Susan, but yes, I have!”

Susan cast her mind back to the night of the medico’s party. The conversation had flowed freely, as had the wine. Many of the older professionals had left early, but others had made a night of it, and had stayed to the wee small hours. When the restaurant had closed at 4am, the last few revelers, of which Ben and Susan were a part, hailed taxis, and made their way home. Susan, Ben and Kathy, another receptionist, all lived in the same direction, so they rode together. Kathy climbed in next to the driver, as her destination was closest. Susan and Ben sat in the back, and, maybe because of their state of intoxication, they had started to feel rather horny, and began fondling each other. The cab soon arrived at Kathy’s home, and she bid her farewells, and the driver continued on his way, to Susan’s house, which was several kilometers away in the outer suburbs. Ben and Susan continued the exploration of each other’s bodies, each becoming more and more lustful, clothes were being loosened, hands and mouths feeling and tasting bare skin, breathing labored, as the driver continued on his way. Finally, the taxi arrived at Susan’s address; the Greek-looking driver flashed a toothy smile in the rear vision mirror.

“21 Lakes Ave, Ma’am” he announced.

“Oh Ben, come inside for a while, have a nightcap,” Susan pleaded.

“ I would love to, Susan,” came the reply, “but I have an early shift tomorrow, and I really do need to have my wits about me. Perhaps some other time?”

Although a little tipsy, Susan was stunned at the obvious ‘Thanks but no thanks’, and alighted the cab, barely turning back to bid farewell as the cab drove away.

Susan turned on the lights in the darkened house, and made her way to her bedroom, where she undressed, perusing herself in the full length mirror.

His loss, she thought to herself, feeling a little disappointed at the unsuspected turn of events.

She admired her petite frame. Almost boyish, but the soft curve of her hips, her pert breasts, and trimmed pubis stood testimony to her womanhood. She removed 3 clips from her hair, her long locks falling to envelop her body. She again admired her image, a true English rose. Such pale soft skin, her auburn hair like a cloak falling down around her arms until it caressed the fullness of her buttocks.

Perhaps some other time, he had said. We’ll see, she thought to herself as she climbed naked between the cool sheets, and lost herself in a dream of what could have been.

Her mind snapped back to the present, already scheming on how she may bed this elusive Teutonic God.

“Well Ben,” Susan purred, “What brings you to the gallery this fine afternoon?”

Ben was feeling a little uncomfortable, memories of that night coming flooding back, what a fool he had been. Maybe his love of fine art would give him a chance to take things further with the lovely Susan.

“I don’t know if you really want to know, Susan,” he quipped, “it is all rather boring and mundane.”

Susan flashed him a quick glance with şişli escort her emerald green eyes. “ I don’t think you could tell me anything boring,” she flirted.

Ben swallowed hard, sensing he was about to become the prey of this auburn haired lioness. “OK, Susan,” he confessed, “This is the truth. A few years ago, in my Grandmother’s will, I was left an etching. It was by an artist who I had never heard of, Wilhelm Wagner, was his name. Apparently, in 1920, he did a series of 20 nude etchings, only small drawings, but my Grandmother had posed for several of them. As payment, he gave her one of the drawings, the one titled ‘Frau bei der toilette’, roughly translated, ‘woman getting dressed.’ Ben watched Susan closely, noting a definite look of interest on her pretty face. I do not know all the details, but I suspect he may have been her lover. The print is not worth a fortune, but I see it as a part of history, and now it is mine. From this one etching, I have developed an interest in German Impressionism; that is why I am here today. I know the story may seem far-fetched, but if you would like to come to my home sometime, I would revel in the thrill of showing a very beautiful woman with an understanding of these things, a piece of art that could tell a thousand tales.”

Susan stood in awe of what she had heard. “Why, Ben, are you inviting me to your home to see your etchings?” she giggled girlishly, feeling that her plan was falling into place.

Ben laughed, “May seem like a pick up line, I suppose, but yes. Have you eaten lunch yet?’

“No, I haven’t,” came the response, “Are you going to shout me to a burger?”

Hmm, “I think that I can do better than that,” Ben quipped, “ How about I fix you something hot, spicy and exotic?”

Susan flashed Ben a smile, not wanting to appear too eager. “An offer too good to refuse, I have my car, I will follow you, OK?”

Ben and Susan walked together to the car park. He slipped behind the wheel of the latest Mercedes Benz, Susan climbing into a sporty-looking 4WD. She followed closely behind, having no idea of where they were headed. They reached the outer suburbs, but the journey continued, on and on they went, onto the highway, until they reached a very up-market seaside town. Ben indicated left, Susan followed, parks and lakes on each side of the road, this was surely a slice of heaven. Tree lined streets, beautiful sprawling homes with sports cars and speedboats in each driveway. This was the life that Susan craved. Finally, Ben slowed, and turned into his driveway, Susan parked closely behind. Each stepped from their vehicle. The petite redhead smoothed her figure- hugging white skirt, adjusted her aqua blouse, and walked to the front of her car, where Ben was standing, offering a friendly hand, to lead her along the winding path to his mansion.

“Welcome to my home,” Ben announced, with a sweeping bow.

“Charmed, I’m sure,” came Susan’s reply, all very ‘Gone with the wind’, but effectual at the time.

Ben offered his arm, and Susan quickly threaded her arm through it and allowed her self to be lead to the front door.

“Where is your wife today, Ben?” Susan enquired.

“Oh, she is out and about,” came his reply, “probably at one of her ladies golf things, she is getting so involved, that she barely has any time for me. I am starting to think that she stays with me for the prestige, and my money. It may not be proper to say, but we haven’t been intimate in 6 months. Not through lack of trying on my part, she just seems disinterested.”

The couple reached the steps leading to the ornate front door. Ben pressed a series of buttons on the keypad beside the portal, and seconds later, the huge double doors swung open, displaying the opulent marble floored entrance, and the spiral staircase beyond.

“We have all afternoon,” Ben smiled, “let me get that sizzle plate going, and we will eat first; would you like some iced tea?”

Ben reached inside the huge stainless steel refrigerator, grabbed a prepared jug of iced tea, and poured two glasses of the icy liquid. Handing the tall glass to Susan, he turned on the CD player, and the seductive voice of KD Lang filled the air.

“Make your self at home while I rustle up one of my gourmet delights,” he laughed.

“I hope you like this music,” he enquired. “Britt is really into this at the moment, and seems to have hidden everything else!”

“Hmm,” Susan replied, “KD has a wonderful voice. Does it worry you that Britt likes her?”

“I agree that KD is a great singer, but the fact that she is a lesbian, and that Britt is so distant to me lately, and spends so much time with the golf club women, really has me wondering. I recently found a girlie magazine in our bedroom, and it certainly wasn’t mine! ” Ben confided.

Susan suspected that she knew the answer, which appeared so obvious, but seemed to elude Ben. She thought it inappropriate to comment though, as the enigmatic woman was a complete stranger to her.

Ben and Susan supped on the delicious lunch, and adjourned outside to sit on the recliner istanbul sınırsız escort beds alongside the tropical swimming pool. Susan made small talk, commenting on how much she had enjoyed the lunch, and sipping her second glass of iced tea. The blonde Adonis started his move, shifting his muscular frame to the end of her couch.

“Susan, I was such a fool,” he confessed, as he leant forward to kiss her lips, “I wanted you, maybe I thought you were beyond my reach, but I rue the day that I let you go into your house alone. Let me make up for that indiscretion, here and now, I want you so badly.”

Their lips met, deep, wet, passionate kisses, arms wrapped around each other, he fumbled under her blouse, trying to unclip her bra, the other hand pushing up her tight skirt. She reciprocated by unbuckling his belt and reaching inside for his penis, which yearned to escape. Feeling the urgency of his throbbing manhood against the material of his trousers, she was aware of her own sex moistening her panties.

TOOT, TOOT, TOOT!!!!!

The would-be lovers sat up in shock! Britt was home!!

They speedily composed themselves, straightening clothes. Ben moved back to the other recliner bed. Each picked up the remainder of their iced tea, and started sipping the cool liquid through straws, both attempting to feign innocence, belying the fact of what had nearly happened.

“I’m home!” Britt announced, as she entered the garden through the side gate from the driveway.

Susan eyed the woman who had stopped her from fulfilling her dream of having illicit pleasures with this still elusive man.

Britt was a beautiful woman. Tall, athletic, very tanned, shoulder length blonde hair, and dressed in white shorts and a red halter neck top, which revealed her full breasts and erect nipples. Her tight shorts showed the outline of her G-string panties, also her well- toned ass.

Susan thought. If I were that way inclined, I think this woman would be my idea of perfection! Then blushed, embarrassed by even thinking such a thought, after all, she was a man’s woman, through and through!

Ben stood up, “Hello Sweetheart,” he cooed, “You are home early!”

Susan couldn’t quite pick Britt’s accent, maybe Swedish or Norwegian, but it was a strong, sexy accent, which excited her.

She flashed him a broad smile. “Those golf club bitches didn’t want to play with me, so I came home. Oh, who is your friend?”

“Sorry, Honey!” Ben ushered Britt into his empty seat, “ This is Susan, an old friend, we were having lunch, there is plenty more, may I get you some?”

“ No, no, Ben, stop fussing, pull up a chair, I want to know all about your friend”

Susan was very aware of Britt’s gaze. She was drawn to those beautiful eyes, big, navy blue eyes, that reflected the sensual being that lay within. Never before had a woman looked at her in that way, studying her from head to toe, and back again, almost undressing her with those fabulous eyes. .

Susan returned the gaze, wondering if her earlier suspicions about Britt’s sexuality could be true. Her thoughts excited her in a curious, unfamiliar way, and again she felt the deep yearning of a woman who craved fulfillment.

Ben carried a chair from the patio, to sit beside the women. As he positioned it, facing the pool, his pager beeped, he looked at the digital display. It showed a code ‘A’ emergency at the hospital, he had to attend, no questions asked.

Ben raced to the side gate, and into the driveway, barely saying goodbye. This call could be a matter of life and death for some poor soul. He revved the engine of his Mercedes, and within seconds was gone. The two women relaxed on the soft couches, Susan sipping her iced tea, while Britt supped what remained of Ben’s drink.

As if a new chapter was beginning in the lives of these two women, the overcast sky began to clear, and the clouds parted like the legs of a willing lover.

Britt reached into the small locker beneath her recliner, and took out a bottle of sun tan oil. She poured a little into her palm, and rubbed the coconut scented liquid into the skin of her lower legs and feet. She continued the application of the oil, rubbing in small circular motions over her knees, and muscular thighs. Lying back, she applied the fluid to her bare midriff.

Britt sat up abruptly, “Darling,” she purred, “ I hope you won’t be shocked if I remove my clothing, but this oil stains so badly, and besides, I hate a patchy tan.” With that, she untied the halter of her red top, and threw her cotton restraint to the ground, her white shorts and tiny G-string followed. Susan gasped at the perfection of this beautiful woman. Britt’s all-over tan, testimony of the hours she must have spent nude sunbathing. Britt flashed Susan a salacious grin, and continued working the coconut oil into her taut torso and perfectly rounded breasts upon which sat tanned puffy nipples. She rubbed the liquid onto her hairless pubic region, exposing what was obviously a full Brazilian wax.

“Ahhh, that is so much better.” She stated in tepeören escort her heavy accent. “Will you please apply some lotion to my back, I do like to turn every few minutes, and I would hate to have a red derriere!”

Britt handed the oil to Susan, who felt slightly uneasy at the prospect of intimately touching a woman she barely knew. If this were a man, she would be in her element, but somehow, a woman seemed a little out of bounds. Susan poured a little of the runny liquid into her cupped hand, and quickly rubbed her palms together before the warm oil escaped between her fingers. Sitting on the side of Britt’s sun lounge, she reached across and applied a little of the oil to the beautiful tanned shoulders. She heard a small gasp escape from Britt’s lips, as her soft hands touched the skin of this sensual being for the first time.

Wow, she thought. That was not so bad, her skin is so soft. It is very similar to touching myself, really.

Susan continued, working the oil into Brit’s muscular shoulders and arms, down her torso to her slim waist, over the curve of her hips, to her buttocks, thighs, calves and feet.

“Hey!” Brit complained, “What about the crack of my ass, that burns too! Don’t be shy!”

She spread her legs a little, wriggling her hips to get the right position, “Here, Darling, make sure you get every inch of me!”

Susan applied more oil to her palm, closed her eyes, and started to work her way down that fabulous valley of pleasure. Britt was moaning softly, as Susan’s hands worked a magical spell over her body. The tanned woman raised her hips, as Susan’s hands continued the fondling of her most intimate parts.

“Keep going, Darling,” Britt cooed as the English rose worked the warm oil into her inner thighs, brushing the soft hairless outer lips of her wet pussy.

Susan drew back. She was shocked that she could be feeling such arousal from touching another woman in an intimate way; but she knew that familiar feeling, as lubricious juices welled within her, and she smelled the wonderful musky scent of her own sex.

“Sweetie, you have stopped, is something wrong?” the blonde beauty enquired.

“Um, no everything is ok,” was the immediate reply. “I am just feeling a bit warm, the sun is becoming rather intense.”

Britt smiled seductively in Susan’s direction, “Silly me, how remiss, please feel free to use the pool. The boundary-fences are high enough to afford total privacy, take off your cute little outfit, and cool off in the wonderfully icy water.”

Susan had a sense that she had worked herself into a corner, how could she possibly refuse the invitation, without looking like a total prude? There is only one thing to do; she thought to herself, I will have to go along with her suggestion.

Susan turned her back to Britt, who was looking intently at her, and slowly unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the ground and then folding it, placing the garment on the back of the sun lounge. She glanced back at Britt, who was watching her every move. Susan’s blouse had several buttons, which proved to be difficult to undo, as her hands shook with nervous apprehension. Finally, the blouse was removed, folded, and placed with the skirt. Susan stood in a matching set of pale blue lacey underwear, feeling very vulnerable with her near nakedness.

“Keep going, Darling,” Britt cooed, “I am enjoying the scenery.”

Susan quickly unhooked her tiny bra, and wriggled out of the panties that covered her most private parts. She looked back at Britt, and smiled, before sprinting to the edge of the pool, where she dived into the cool water. She swam slow, lazy laps, glad of the time to regain her composure. The sun was searing, and the blue water looked very inviting to Britt, who stood, and walked to the poolside. She sat at the pool’s edge and then slowly lowered herself into the icy depths. Susan was still swimming slow laps, but Britt raced across the pool to the small spa, which was fed by a mini waterfall. The palms and other greenery cast shadows over that part of the garden, and Britt called Susan to join her, lest her fair skin burn by the blazing Australian sun. The auburn haired woman knew that would certainly be the case, and swam over to the spa, where she sat alongside the tanned beauty.

“That was so refreshing,” Susan commented, trying to mask her nudity, with idle chatter. “You have a beautiful home. So how long have you and Ben been married? I love your garden.”

“Sweetheart, don’t be nervous, just relax, I don’t bite.” Britt slid her arm around the younger woman’s shoulder, pulling her close. Susan could feel the woman’s warm breath on her neck, and then the moist lips on her cheek, a long, lingering kiss. Heart pounding, Susan turned to Britt, their lips met, softly to begin, then harder and more passionately, as the urgency of their lust overpowered each of them. Britt’s tongue explored the hungry mouth of her new conquest, and Susan, closing her eyes, willingly accepted the earnest advances. Time appeared to stand still, as the two women petted heavily, their hands constantly moving over each other’s bodies. Britt was a woman with definite needs, and she knew how to captivate a naïve woman with her spell. She squeezed the erect nipples of her willing lover, and slowly brushed over the soft, pale abdomen, her fingers reaching lower, through the small thicket of pubic hair, to the love nest which lay beneath.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

*****

Family reunions in my family were a shit show. Not in the “someone picked a fight and now everyone’s screaming” kind of way though. With us, it’s more like an all around fuck-fest.

Once a year, all of the grown-ups in the family would head out to the family homestead for a three day weekend. Over the course of those three days, anything and anyone was fair game.

This year I had just turned eighteen, which meant this was my first time attending the reunion. And I had absolutely no idea what I was getting into when Momma and Daddy told me we were going away for some “quality family time”.

The first night, I’d told myself I would give the ole family tradition a go. While Momma and Daddy were off screwing my Aunt Jemma and Uncle Tommy, I’d hung around the living room with my hand in my daisy dukes and looked on to see if anyone took my fancy.

Over the course of an hour, I had watched my Uncle Al pound my cousin Louise, while my cousins Carl and Frankie took turns screwing Aunt Mimi and I’d even seen Momma’s cousin Charlie slip his cock into Uncle Merle’s backdoor while no one else was looking.

Over my hour of window shopping, I’d only found one person who got me all hot and bothered.

My cousin Carine was a bombshell by all standards. Long blonde hair that stuck out in the sea of brunettes, bright blue eyes and curves that most girls only dreamed of having.

But the only way it looked like I would have shot at touching those curves would be if I joined in while her step-brother was fucking her into oblivion.

And that wasn’t really my style.

So I settled for rubbing myself off while watching her large tits bounce up and down as she rode her step-brother into Saturday morning.

• • •

Come Sunday, no pun intended, I was bored out of my mind.

I had watched just about every member of my family screw each other by now. And I’d managed nothing more than a few voyeuristic masterbation sessions. While I wasn’t all that mad about getting none, my cunt had been retaliating all weekend by getting wet and needy whenever Carine walked by.

Last I had seen of her, she was taking a couple of our uncles at once, and that had just been far too much cock for me to watch. So I’d managed to sneak out to the backyard without anyone noticing, where I’d taken refuge in the big barn, far away from the screams of pleasure coming from the house.

I’d been out there maybe an hour, relaxing in a pile of hay in the loft when I’d heard the barn door below.

“Georgia? Ya in here?” A silky smooth voice called out.

Another gush of wetness soaked my panties at the very sound of Carine calling my name. Putting my hominess aside, I popped my head around the corner and waved. “Up here.”

A moment later, she appeared at the top of the ladder, and joined me in the loft. Thankfully, Carine had pulled on a pair of daisy dukes and a tiny white tee before coming out to find me. I was certain I couldn’t handle seeing her traipsing around her naked glory anymore.

She fixed me with a perfect smile as she settled into the hay next to me. “I noticed ya disappeared a little while ago. Ya feelin’ okay?” She drawled.

I nodded my head mechanically. “I’m fine. Just needed some fresh air is all.”

Her laughter filled the loft, making it incredibly hard for me to focus. “I hear ya. It’s really startin’ to stink in there.”

“Yeah,” I muttered in agreement, diverting my gaze from where her nipples were making themselves known from beneath her shirt.

A puzzled look screwed up her features as she studied me for a moment. “Georgia? Can I ask ya somethin’?”

I shrugged my shoulders. Her very presence was frustrating me. “I guess.”

“Are ya still a virgin?”

I sputtered at her words, utterly taken aback. “What? Why? No! Why would you think that?!”

Carine picked up a piece of hay and balanced it between her long fingers. “‘Cause. Everyone’s in there fiickin’ themselves silly and you’re out here in the barn. And I’ve seen ya ’round this weekend. You’ve been doing nothin’ but watchin’.”

Watching you, I thought.

I shrugged my shoulders again, a blush creeping up my neck. “Well, I’m not. I’ve had sex before. I’m just not feeling it this weekend, I guess.”

Carine’s plump lower lip jutted out, and all I could think about was sucking it into my mouth. “Oh,” she frowned.

I waited for Carine to get up and leave, but she didn’t. I realized eventually that she was staring at me, watching me, and I turned to meet her blue eyed gaze.

“Do ya remember when we used to all play up here when we were little?” She asked.

I had no idea what she kozyatağı escort was talking about at first, but then a memory dawned on me. “Yeah. We were, like, eight.”

Carine nodded, a small smile on her face. “We used to swing ’round on the rope all the time, even when Nana and Pops told us not to.”

I laughed, remembering Nana yelling at us whenever we fell off and scraped our knees. “That was fun, we always got cookies after.”

With another laugh Carine inched closer to me, her sweet smell, along with the must of sex, filling my nose. “Do ya remember when cousin Danny dared me to kiss ya in that stall over there?”

I was eight years old when I had my first kiss. That kiss was with Carine, in the stall she was pointing at. It only took the one kiss for me to know for a fact I liked girls. And I’d had a crush on Carine ever since.

“Yeah. We were silly kids,” I said, looking away from the stall.

Carine shifted closer again, and I could feel my wetness soaking through my shorts as my mind went places it shouldn’t.

“Ya were my first kiss, ya know?” She told me.

“Mine too,” I replied, taking a deep breath in hopes of calming myself.

Those hopes flew out the window when Carine laid her hand on my knee. “I was hoping I’d see ya here this weekend,” she drawled, her hand slowly shifting up to rest on my thigh.

I couldn’t talk anymore. Every nerve ending below my waist was blazing full alarms as her hand moved up toward the hem of my shorts. I was certain she could smell the musky scent of my wetness as I all but squirted in my panties.

“Did ya want to see me here too, Georgia?” Carine asked, her voice becoming husky in a way I’d only ever heard in my wet dreams.

It took all of my efforts to nod my head, and she grinned.

“Ya should’ve just said that a while back,” she laughed as the tips of her fingers brushed against my clothed cunt. “Ya could’ve saved yourself a ton of troubles.”

I let out a breathy laugh that was quickly swallowed up by a moan as her delicate fingers rubbed against the crotch of my shorts. “I wanna fuck you so bad,” I moaned.

This had to be a dream. A very vivid, very dirty, very wonderful wet dream.

“Only if I can fuck ya too,” she grinned.

Apparently, that was all it took for my brain to turn itself back on, because the next thing I knew I was straddling her waist while she lay in the hay.

My mouth was on her’s in seconds, tasting her sweet tongue as it danced with mine. Our kisses were sloppy and filled with need, much unlike that first peck we’d shared ten years ago in this very barn. We knew what we were doing now, and we knew what we wanted. And while kissing Carine was amazing, I wanted to do much more to her amazing body while I had the chance.

I pulled back first, looking down at her. She was gorgeous as she lay under me. Her blonde hair was splayed around her, blending in with the golden hay, her pretty blue eyes clouded with desire. The curve of her waist felt exquisite between my legs, and I began to grind against her.

The resonating moan that escaped her lips had my cunt clenching with need as it moved against her stomach.

I ran my hands up her stomach, taking her shirt with me as I trailed up to reveal her gorgeous tits. The sight of the erect nipples had my mouth watering, and I leaned down, suckling at one loudly.

“Oh Georgia, that feels so good,” Carine moaned beneath me and I smiled against her tit. I swirled my tongue once more around her nipple before moving on to her other one.

I continued my journey downwards, shimmying down her body until I could reach out and flick open the button on her daisy dukes. Pulling them down over her curvy hips, I was pleased to come face to face with her her bare, beautiful cunt.

If this was a dream, I did not want to wake up.

Taking hold of her leg, I hitched it over my shoulder, spreading her lips wide as I lay between her legs. I’d pictured this moment a million times in my head, detailing every little thing I wanted to do to her. But now that I was here, I just wanted to taste her.

Tossing foreplay to the wind, I buried my face in her cunt and inhaled the musty sweet smell of her sex. She giggled above me and I smiled against her slit. “You’re soaking wet, Carine,” I groaned against her, savouring the feeling of her.

“Ya look so flickin’ sexy down there, Georgia. I can’t help myself.”

I wasn’t sure who was wetter at this point, me or her. But my wetness wasn’t what I was facing at the moment. So I pulled away just a bit, enough to see the glorious sight in front of me, and proceeded flick the tip of my tongue against her clit.

Carine jolted against my face at istanbul eskort the contact, which only pressed my tongue harder against her. For the next few minutes I lapped, and sucked, and licked at my cousin’s perfect cunt like a thirsty dog in the desert.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ cum, Georgia. I’m cumin’!” She moaned loudly.

A few second later, she was quivering beneath me as I worked my tongue up and down her slit feverishly. I didn’t stop until she started jerking and screaming as she reached her climax. The sound of her orgasming as her sweet cum covered my mouth was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. A feeling of desire knotted low in my stomach as Carine came down from her high and grabbed at me, pulling me up to meet her lips.

She tasted herself in our kiss, licking every drop of her juices from my lips. We rolled around in the hay, one of us trapping the other beneath us as we fought to see who would come out on top.

And while I loved to feeling of her underneath me, it was me who lost. Carine played dirty, and during our tumbles managed to unbutton my shorts. Once she’d accomplished this, she didn’t hesitate to shove her hand down the front of my panties.

I gasped loudly when I first felt her delicate fingers slip between my folds. Pure pleasure coarsed through my veins as her naked body hovered over me and her skilled fingers rubbed circles around my sensitive clit. My lips parted and she took them once again with hers as I savoured the feeling of her touch.

When she slipped a finger inside of me, my eyes shut tight as I moaned against her mouth. She began pumping her finger back and forth, fast and hard, adding another finger not a minute later. Her thumb rubbed at my swollen clit, making me see stars behind my closed lids.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whimpered as I thrust my cunt harder against her hand. I didn’t want her to be gentle with me. I wanted her to make me cum- hard.

Instead, she pulled her hand out of my shorts, leaving me crying out in frustration as I dangled on the edge of pleasure.

“I can’t hardly fuck ya right if these shorts of yours are in the way now, can I, Georgia?” She drawled, a wicked grin painted on her face as I opened my eyes.

She quickly pulled my shorts and panties off in one pull, tossing them aside with hers. My shirt was next, as she ripped open the buttons and took in the sight of my naked breasts, leaving my sleeveless plaid shirt opened but still on me.

“Look at those tits,” she marvelled, cupping my breasts in her hands and squeezing them. They weren’t as big as her’s, hardly, but they were big enough to draw attention. She tweaked my nipples between her fingers as she stared at my chest, sending a pang of desire below my waist.

I groaned as I hovered halfway to my climax, still frustrated that she was talking instead of putting that beautiful mouth of her’s to work in better places. Not that the husky sound of her voice didn’t get me all hot and bothered. I was just certain her skilled tongue would be more successful if it was licking my desperate cunt.

Her fingers pinched and twisted my nipples hard, to the point that a lick of pain and pleasure ripped through me straight to my aching core. My body was sensitive, every nerve heightened by her touch. “Please, Carine,” I moaned as I thrust my hips against her. “Make me cum.”

Carine hovered over me, a sly grin on her pouty lips. “Well, since ya asked so nicely, Cousin,” she drawled, shimmying her way down my naked body. “Lets see what we’ve got down here.”

I watched as her blue eyes focused the wet mound between my legs. Her lips popped open in a little ‘o’ as she tilted her head.

“Would ya look at that pretty kitty of yours, Georgia?” She cooed, spreading my legs with her hands as far as they would go and settling in between them. “Gosh, can I pet it?”

“Pet my kitty, Carine. She wants you to pet her real good,” I panted, playing along with her little game. I would say whatever I had to to get her to eat me out right then and there.

With one hand, Carine started stroking my hairy mound, careful to not touch what lay beneath my curls. I groaned in frustration, bucking my hips up to try and force the contact.

Instead, Carine slapped my cunt, sending a spasm of pleasure through me. “Bad kitty,” she mused.

“Yes, bad kitty,” I painted desperately. “Bad kitty should be punished for being so bad.”

A grin spread across her lips. “Punished, eh? I’m startin’ to think kitty likes it rough.”

I nodded furiously. “Real rough.”

“Well then,” she said as she grabbed my hips and roughly forced me to roll over onto my stomach. “Kitty should love this.”

With one hand, Carine pressed into my postane escort back, preventing me from moving, while the other dipped two fingers quickly into my dripping pussy. The thrust was fleeting though, as she withdrew as quickly as she’d shoved them in.

But the warm, wet sensation of her tongue against my ass had me forgetting my name as I moaned loudly. She pressed her tongue against my hole quickly and repeatedly, until I was a moaning mess in the hay.

It wasn’t long before I felt a finger roughly probing at my hole, pressing in before letting go. It was agonizing, as I would just feel the erotic sensation of her finger entering my ass, before it was taken away. Like my orgasm before, she was giving me pleasure, but refusing to give me release.

I growled the next time she took that finger away, just as I felt it stretching my hole.

She laughed, and I think I actually creamed on her hand. “Kitty’s gettin’ impatient, ain’t she?” She clicked her tongue in disgrace, and I could feel her leaning over me, her long blonde hair brushing against my ear as she spoke. “I think I’m done playin’ now,” she whispered, her hot breath fanning my ear just as I felt her finger thrust into me without warning.

What I felt was a brief wave of pain as I stretched to accommodate her finger in my tight hole. But after a second, the pain was replaced by a raw pleasure as she quickly began thrusting in and out of my virgin ass.

I moaned loudly as her round tits pressed into my back. “Oh fuck,” I panted. “Yes, yes, harder.”

Carine grinned against my ear as she pushed another finger inside of me. “Ya like how I fuck your pretty ass, Georgia? Huh?”

I nodded, my eyes squeezing shut as I felt my long awaited climax creeping up on me. “Yes, oh, fuck, yes!” I cried as her pace quickened. “Fuck my ass, Carine! Make me cum!”

Her hand that been holding my back disappeared as she pushed off of me. Before I could wondering what she was doing, I felt that hand wiggle its way under my stomach, and quickly descend on my dripping, wet cunt. Her long, skilled fingers were quick to attack my slit, rubbing in circles around my throbbing clit as her other hand fingered my ass fast and hard.

I was a quivering pile of nerves beneath her magical hands, my hips bucking against her hand as my long awaited orgasm crashed into me like a tidal wave of pleasure and lust. She continued her thrusting and stroking as I thrashed and screamed beneath her. I couldn’t even manage to stop screaming long enough to tell her I was cumming before I felt my cunt gush, showering her hands with my juices as I rode out the last wave of my climax.

When I collapsed into the hay, moaning contently, she pulled her fingers out of my ass and carefully rolled me over. Her bright smile greeted me when I opened my eyes. “Ya tired, cousin?”

“Hell no,” I smirked, drawing my knees up and spreading my legs. “Now bring that pretty cunt of yours over here so I can taste it again while you clean up the mess you made.”

Carine didn’t have to be told twice. She was quick to crawl over and straddle her legs on either side of my head, giving me a beautiful view of her glistening cunt above me. As she leaned forward to do as I told her, I reached up and lapped at the fresh cum gathering in her slit. She lurched forward, pressing her wet lips against my mound as she moaned into my curls.

We both began our desperate attacks on one another’s slits. Even though I had just cum not a minute before, I could already feel myself growing wetter as Carine hungrily lapped at my cunt, hardly taking a moment to come up for air. In turn, I feverishly sucked at her clit, moaning as she slipped a finger inside of me.

Her tongue became more desperate as I began fingering her slit as well, her fingers moving harder inside of me as she groaned and swirled her tongue around my clIt roughly.

We continued like that, furiously lapping and sucking and finger fucking each other simultaneously until, almost as one, we came. We thrashed and bucked and screamed each other’s names as our juices showered over the other girls’ lips and we rode out our climaxes together.

Carine was the first to move, lifting her sweet, beautiful cunt away from my mouth and replacing it with her lips. Our kiss was sweet and languid as our tongues danced and our salty cum mixed together in our mouths.

When we pulled apart, Carine smiled, our wetness glistening on her lips. “We should probably be headin’ back inside…”

I sighed at the thought of returning to the family fuck-fest that was hopefully winding down inside. There wasn’t a hope in hell anybody in that house could make me cum the way Carine had.

Her smiling lips pressed against mine once again, her hand absently kneading at my tits. “… ‘Cause I’d sure as shit love to fuck ya on the dinin’ table where the whole damn family can see.”

Her words had me grinning before she could even finish.

We would be finishing off this family reunion with a bang, and I already couldn’t wait for next year’s.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older when in sexual situations.

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Recap

Camille – works for international pharma company. Straight. Confident, attractive business woman in her 30’s, single, and just broke off a long-term relationship. In Toronto airport waiting to fly to London to hook up again with a new boyfriend.

Eleanor – well known author of lesbian themed fiction. Bisexual. Long honey blond hair usually worn up in a chignon. In her 40’s. Just broke off a relationship with a male artist while living in Los Angeles. In Toronto airport waiting to fly to London to meet with her publisher.

The flight they are on is cancelled and rescheduled for the following day. As seat mates, they agree to meet at the airport hotel and have dinner together. They discover that they are attracted to one other, and even though Camille is straight she is open minded to a relationship with a woman and is captivated by Eleanor’s elegance, intelligence and beauty.

The two of them spend a memorable evening together making love and decide to skip the flight and spend the next three days sampling the international fare in Toronto during the day and making love all night. On the fourth day they fly to London so that Eleanor can keep her appointment with her publisher. This chapter picks up in their Toronto hotel as they are getting ready to fly to London.

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Chapter Three

I woke up first. The drapes in our hotel room weren’t drawn together tightly enough, and through the small crack between them, a narrow beam of morning sunlight streamed in, hitting my face. The bright light pulled me away from a pleasant dream and into unfamiliar surroundings. It took me a second to orient myself.

I was naked. Next to me was my new lover, Eleanor. She was naked as well, lying on her left side with her back to me. Her long, honey-blonde hair—usually up in an elegant chignon—was cast lazily behind her in a wonderful, wavy jumble that intermingled with my own hair. She was breathing softly, her chest heaving ever so slightly. I had my arm draped across her just below her arm. My hand lie on her chest, feeling the softness and weight of her right breast while it rested easily and comfortably in my cupped palm. I savored this early morning intimacy. The soft, silky luster of the sheets, and the even softer texture of her skin. I wanted to bottle this moment and keep it next to my heart forever.

I drew her closer to me, our bodies so tight to one another that a fine sheen of sweat formed on her back and clung to my breasts. The heat and humidity of our close proximity soon caused me to pull back, though, and I slid my hand away from her breasts. She stirred but didn’t awaken.

I was at a comfortable viewing distance, admiring the gentle curve of her back. The swale above her buttocks. The sensual cleft between her legs. She was as lovely a person as I’d ever been with. I traced my finger from her neck down the middle of her back, coaxing a soft sigh from her.

It felt so strange, yet so right, to be with a woman. I always thought my destiny laid with the world of men. Now? I doubted I would ever venture there again. In fact, I couldn’t imagine being with any woman other than Eleanor.

I reflected on my three, blissful, unforgettable days in Toronto. I hadn’t really spent much free time here before, and I discovered it had a vibrant, international community. Eleanor and I sampled a swath of different foods during the day and spent each night discovering each other’s bodies. Exploring our areas of common interest, which turned out to be many.

Eleanor had confessed that she’d had difficulty maintaining monogamous intimacy before. Her partnership with Nathaniel had been punctuated with a series of affairs and one-night stands. It was all with his knowledge and assent, but still. I told her about my series of failed romances, too. And we commiserated about how difficult it was to sustain anything long-term.

I wasn’t sure where our mutual infatuation was going to lead. But since there wasn’t any certainty in life, I wanted to play it out and see where I landed. So far, I had fallen head-over-heels in love with an amazing woman. Her elegance, worldliness, and beauty proved to be too powerful an attractant for me to resist.

I wasn’t surprised that she had difficulty remaining exclusive to one person as she undoubtedly attracted scores of admirers of both sexes. I had never confronted a wish for an “open” relationship, so I didn’t know how I would react if Eleanor asked me for that. I did know, though, that if she vowed that I was her one and only, I would be overjoyed. And I could already ataşehir escort see a glimmer of something long-term…possibly even marriage.

Eleanor’s alarm went off, and the languid, early-morning intimacy soon became a frenzy of activity while we packed our bags, showered, and headed to the airport. We had rebooked our flight to London, and we sat again next to each other in first class. Before as strangers; now as lovers. It was a delightful flight with Eleanor and I comparing notes on our lives. An announcement for our descent into Heathrow came as a surprise to me. The hours had simply melted away, and I had been swept away by Eleanor’s narrative of her life.

We caught a cab into the city, and I stayed with Eleanor in her hotel room at the Savoy. Since I had broken off my relationship with my boyfriend in London, my schedule now revolved around Eleanor’s. She reminded me that I had promised to meet some of the folks she worked with—including her new editor—at a bar called Freedom in Soho.

After a quick shower, I chose a cotton blouse, my favorite pair of skinny jeans, and boots. Eleanor opted for a silk blouse, a black pencil skirt, and heels. I was the rough-edged country girl. She was the sleek and sophisticated city woman.

Eleanor was treated like rock-star-royalty from the moment we walked into the bar. The bouncer greeted her with a hug then waved to the bartender to get her attention. The bartender in turn beamed a big smile and waved back when she saw Eleanor. We walked across the main floor and didn’t get more than five feet at a time before someone stopped us to chat with Eleanor. Finally, the hostess ushered us downstairs to a private booth where two other women were waiting for us.

Before we reached the rest of our party, Eleanor pulled me aside. “I’m a bit embarrassed by all of the attention. I used to live in London and frequent this bar, so it’s just rekindling a lot of old acquaintances.”

“Eleanor, you’re being too modest. You’re a hero to these folks. The books you’ve written have really struck a chord with the lesbian community. What you’re seeing is an outpouring of love and support for your work.”

“Do you mind if I introduce you as my girlfriend?”

It was a bit of a shock to hear her say that out loud…and in a public place. I didn’t consider myself a lesbian. So having her say it would be public acknowledgement that I was at least bisexual. Also, we’d been together for less than a week. Were we already at the stage where we were defining ourselves as girlfriends?

Eleanor must have seen the hesitation on my part…that her question was making me uneasy. “Honey, don’t stress over this. I can introduce you simply as a friend.”

“No. I just needed to process what you said. I’d be honored and flattered if you introduced me as your girlfriend. There isn’t anyone in the world I’d rather be with right now than you.”

She pulled me close to her and kissed me long and hard on the lips. There were at least a half-dozen people watching us. At this point, the suggested introduction was superfluous.

Eleanor was soon surrounded by a gaggle of female admirers. And I was slowly pushed back until I was about ten feet from the group. Now, I was in the role of an eavesdropper, hearing fragments of conversations above the din of the bar.

“Isn’t she beautiful?”

” … girlfriend … American …”

” … did you see them kissing? … hot …”

” … guess she is a lesbian …”

” … just a slut …”

Just when I was about to turn around and head outside for some fresh air, Eleanor grabbed me by the wrist.

“I have some folks you have to meet.” She pulled me through the crowd of admirers, and I slid into our booth after her where two other women were already seated. “Camille, this is Nancy Flanagan. She’s my new editor. And this is Sarah Talisman, the owner and publisher of New Age Books.”

I shook both of their hands. “Pleased to meet you both.”

“I’ve told them a little about you,” Eleanor said, her smiling broadening when she added, “…and the circumstances of how we met.”

I felt my cheeks get warm. “I usually don’t get picked up by strange women at the airport terminal, but I’m sure you couldn’t blame me for finding Eleanor irresistible.”

My comment drew a hearty laugh from both Nancy and Sarah. Eleanor seemed delighted at my compliment as her eyes lit up.

“Trust me, I’ve asked Eleanor at least half a dozen times for a date, and she’s turned me down each time. Something about maintaining a professional relationship,” Sarah quipped. “I would have gladly traded my publishing business for a chance to be with her.”

Eleanor gave a sarcastic bow to Sarah. “Don’t listen to her. She’s been in a committed relationship with her partner for twenty years. I don’t think she would have even traded a used book for me.”

“Well, the truth of the matter is, there’s probably ten-thousand women in England that would give their right arm to be in your mecidiyeköy escort place, Camille,” Nancy observed. “When Sarah told me that Eleanor was looking for a new editor, I asked her who I’d have to kill to have a chance of working with her. Seriously, Eleanor is one of the finest living writers of women’s literature.”

“Such high praise indeed,” Eleanor said. “But I didn’t bring Camille here to listen to testimonials. I wanted you to meet her because I know she is going to be someone special in my life for a long time to come.”

My heartbeat sped up, and I felt my face getting hotter. “I’m having the time of my life in London. And it feels like I’m with royalty when I’m with Eleanor.”

The three other women soon reverted to shop talk. I excused myself and slipped out of the booth to go to the ladies’ room and get some fresh air. When I made my way back into the bar, there was a crowd five-women-deep around our table. I tried to inch closer.

One of the women said to me, “Do you know Eleanor?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Is it true that she has a new girlfriend? I heard she’s some slut from America.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know.”

Another woman, a comely, top-heavy blonde who had apparently overheard our conversation, said, “So you know Eleanor? Do you know if she sleeps with a different woman every night? I heard that she does.”

I just shook my head and pushed forward, unable to speak now. Already, I could feel tears starting to trickle down my face.

Eleanor turned and saw me the moment I reached the table. “What’s wrong Camille?”

“I’m not feeling well.” I really wasn’t. I was just beginning this relationship. I was vulnerable. And what I’d just heard—what I was seeing? It made me sick.

“Let me take you back to the hotel.” Eleanor showed true concern on her face and started to get up.

“No. You’ve got business to do. And all of your fans are still here. I’ll be fine. I’ll wait up for you at the hotel.”

“Are you sure?” She glanced at her employer and back to me.

I could almost see the mental tug between knowing I needed her…but so did her business associates. Not to mention her fans. I made the decision for her and waved my hand, indicating not to worry, then pivoted to leave. “I’ll be fine.”

Despite my affirmation, I cried all the way to the hotel. The emotion of new love was overwhelming enough. And already, the remarks about Eleanor and her new girlfriend—about me—hurt deeply. I wasn’t sure if she was as promiscuous as those women claimed. But I certainly didn’t appreciate being called a slut by people that didn’t even know me.

I made the fifteen minute walk in ten. I wanted to expel the nervous energy from my traumatic experience. Especially because I kept replaying the conversations I’d overheard.

I was welcomed by an empty lobby…an empty elevator…and an empty room. I sat on the bed and wondered if the whole trip hadn’t been just one, gigantic mistake. Eleanor was elegant, refined, and revered. She was surrounded by women who adored her. I was clearly nobody. Apparently, just a slut she had picked up at an airport hotel. To be used once and discarded.

I didn’t know what to do or where to turn. My feelings of love and elation had devolved to feelings of rejection and despair. My phone chirped and I saw that I had received a text message from Oliver, the boyfriend in London I had jilted via a text message. Maybe this was my lifeline.

I first looked at my message to him sent four days ago:

Camille: Oliver, I’m so sorry but I can’t meet with you in London. I’ve unexpectedly met someone in Toronto. I’m so sorry to do this to you but I have to follow my heart. Please forgive me. Camille

I didn’t feel any better now than when I sent it. It was a shitty thing to do, to break up via a text message. Not my finest hour. Then I read his reply:

Oliver: Camille, I was heartbroken when I received your text. I thought we had something special and was looking forward to seeing if our initial attraction was the real thing. I’ve been thinking about it for the past few days, wondering if it was something I said or did when we last parted. If you are in London can we discuss? Oliver

It was late and I was feeling insecure and so very alone (and very guilty). I knew I should have waited for Eleanor but that wasn’t me. I needed immediate reassurance that I was wanted and loved. And there was a part of me that wanted to make amends for my bad behavior in the manner in which I broke up with Oliver.

Camille: I am in London. Staying at the Savoy. Can you suggest a pub nearby where we can talk?

Oliver replied within moments and suggested a pub that was only a couple blocks from my hotel. He asked if we could meet in fifteen minutes and I agreed. I already regretted my impulsive decision but felt I had to go through with my meeting with Oliver.

I went into the bathroom and checked my makeup and hair. It was no surprise that my makeup was ruined. orhanlı escort Continuous crying can do that. I carefully reapplied my makeup and brushed my hair. There wasn’t anything I could do about my puffy eyes.

I went out again into the chilling London night. There was now a fine mist falling. I found the pub that Oliver had picked and saw him sitting at the bar already nursing a pint. I walked in behind him and placed my hand on his shoulder. He turned his head. His face first lit up and then assumed a more somber tone.

“Camille.” He got off his barstool and held his arms out to hug me. It was an awkward hug. There was no kiss. He picked up his beer and we took a booth in the back of the empty bar.

I started, “I’m so sorry.”

He didn’t make it easy on me. “You look lovely.”

“Thank you. But I feel awful for how I broke up with you.”

“You should, and you know that make-up sex can be great.”

He really wasn’t going to make it easy for me. “You know I’ve met someone else.”

I knew he was holding on to a glimmer of hope that somehow we’d get back together. This was not the message he wanted to hear.

“So you said. Who is he?” The passion left his voice.

“He is Eleanor.”

It took him a moment to process this non sequitur. “Ohhhh.”

I let it all spill out. “It was totally out of the blue. My flight to London was cancelled due to mechanical issues and the airline put up all of the passengers in a nearby hotel. Eleanor was my seatmate and we decided to have dinner together in the hotel. She was smart, sexy, and beautiful and before I knew it I was head over heels in love with her. I’m sure you will have a hard time understanding it. I can barely understand it myself. I’m staying with Eleanor at the Savoy while she attends to business. She’s a well-known author.”

“I didn’t know you were into women.”

“I didn’t either.”

“In some ways I’m relieved and in some ways I’m crushed. I’m relieved that I didn’t lose you to another guy. But I’m crushed because I can’t compete against another woman.”

I took his hand in mine. I wanted to reassure him but at the same time I didn’t want to encourage him. “This isn’t a competition. I didn’t intend this to happen.”

“You look like you’ve been crying.”

“Eleanor is a famous author of lesbian themed literature. I found how famous when we arrived in London. We were mobbed at the bar we went to, Freedom in Soho.”

“I’ve been to that bar. It’s a nice one.”

“I felt like a groupie. And there weren’t very nice things said to me and about me.”

“What do you want from me?”

“I don’t know. I’m confused. Forgive me.”

“Camille, I’m not sure I can forgive you quite yet but you contacted me for a reason.”

“I don’t know who else to talk to. Eleanor is a famous person and I don’t think I can handle being with her with all of the attention that she attracts.”

“Look, I’m not exactly the best person to ask about how to repair a lesbian relationship …”

“I didn’t know who else to turn to. I don’t know anyone in London other than you and I just feel so alone right now.”

“Well, I have a bit of time so why don’t you explain exactly what is going on.”

I spent the next fifteen minutes explaining how Eleanor and I met and the details of our relationship. Oliver was a great listener and only interrupted me with a few questions. After I was done he rubbed his chin and then formulated his thoughts.

“You’re in love.”

“Yes.”

“You’re scared.”

“I am.”

“Camille, it’s not just what happened today at the bar. It’s you. You’re afraid to make a commitment and Eleanor is the first person that has presented you with a true dilemma. Can you commit yourself to her? These self-doubts you’ve been voicing are your attempt to find a way out.”

He hit the nail on the head. I couldn’t suppress another emotional reaction. I went over to Oliver and hugged him and started crying.

“Oliver, you are so understanding. I’ve been a shit to you and I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted. Camille, I wish it were me but I’m happy you found someone.”

“I have, but I’m not sure I can handle this.”

“You have to go back to her and work it out. If she’s as great as you’ve described her I’m sure that she will have a solution. You’re a great catch.”

Oliver was right. I was short changing myself. Eleanor also fell for me – – and hard. She wouldn’t have invited me to London if I wasn’t right for her. We could have just had a one night stand and went our separate ways. I wasn’t sure why I had reached out to Oliver but now I did. I needed reassurance that I was doing the right thing and Oliver was able to rise above my slight of him to tell me what I needed to hear.

I kissed Oliver on the lips. He was slightly taken aback but met my kiss and held me tight.

“Oliver, I can’t thank you enough.”

“Camille, I wish you the best. You know how to reach me.”

“You’re truly a prince. Thank you.”

I held his hand, and then let my fingers slip away as I left the bar. It was back into the fine misting rain for the short walk back to the hotel. I got to our room, dried my hair, and then fell on the bed exhausted, thinking that I would rest for a few minutes and then undress and get ready for bed.

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“Attention, everyone, attention. One more selection and rehearsal is over for today. This will be the closing number, ‘Moonlight Serenade’. One, two…”

Preston Barstow’s stentorian voice echoed through the empty ballroom as the Waterside Swing Band moved easily into the familiar melody of the Glenn Miller signature tune. Kelly Johnson loved the gentle swing refrain; it always brought tears to her eyes. Lately, it made her think of romance in the moonlight; something that had been missing in her life since her sometime boyfriend had gone home after graduation. In fact, all of her college friends had gone home after graduation, scattering to the four winds from the campus of Clear Lake City College.

Kelly had decided to remain in the city instead of going home. She was determined to make it on her own and not depend on her parents for support. I’m twenty-two years old and I can make my own decisions, she thought. With her degree in Music, she considered teaching or possibly trying out for the City Symphony Orchestra. Her major was in the Classical Guitar and she was at the top of her class at graduation. Her professors said she had great potential, but needed more training.

First, she needed money. After answering an advertisement in the paper and a successful audition, she was playing her guitar in the rhythm section of a swing band. The band was the featured attraction in the Waterside Pavilion for the entire summer. As her fingers strummed the chords, Kelly looked about her at her fellow band members. Almost all of them were men in their fifties and sixties, older than she was, but not old enough to have been there when the song made its debut in the late 1930’s. They were a fascinating group and had ‘adopted’ Kelly when she joined the band.

Once rehearsal was over, Kelly was on the move, she had to catch her bus. Saying goodbye to her friends, she placed her guitar in its case, gathered up her music and ran for the entrance. She also wanted to avoid Mr. Barstow, the bandleader. Since he had hired her, his demeanor had changed from friendly to vaguely predatory. He was the only person in the band she did not like. He was always putting his arm around her, calling her ‘his little girl’. It made her flesh crawl. In her haste to leave, Kelly collided with someone coming in the door. She fell back, dropping her guitar. “Oh my, are you okay, sugar?” said a woman’s voice in a gentle southern drawl.

Kelly looked up at one of the prettiest women she had ever seen. There was a look of genuine concern in her big brown eyes as she helped Kelly to her feet. Her chestnut hair hung to her slim waist, flowing over a blue tube top barely restraining her large, firm breasts. Her long, shapely legs were bare and her round ass filled out her tight white shorts to perfection. Kelly was captivated by the woman’s heart shaped face, full lips and long eyelashes, not to mention those eyes. Getting to her feet, she suddenly felt frumpy and inadequate in her t-shirt and jeans. “Is your git-tar okay, darlin’?” the woman was asking, lifting the case and handing it to the staring Kelly. “Ya’ll better check it and see.”

Kelly placed the case on the floor and opened it. Her guitar wasn’t damaged. She looked up at the vision before her and shivered. Although Ted had been her boyfriend in senior year, she had secretly desired her dorm mate’s friend Sarah. They had a few tentative embraces and kisses at parties, but were afraid of what their friends would think, so they went no further. Gazing into this woman’s lovely brown eyes, Kelly could feel the stirrings begin anew. “I… I think it’s okay,” she replied, running her fingers over the instrument. “It’s pretty well cushioned in its case. I’m sorry I ran into you. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“It’s my fault, sugar,” the woman replied, “I’m always bustlin’ about, getting in folks way. I’m SandyLou Crawford. Call me Sandy or Lou, whatever suits ya’. What’s your name, little lady?”

“Kelly, Kelly Johnson. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Kelly grasped the woman’s extended hand and felt a tingle pass through her body. She saw SandyLou’s eyes widen and knew she felt it as well. Kelly’s face broke into a smile and SandyLou grinned back at her, brown eyes flashing. Both women stood staring at each other before Kelly asked, “Are you a member of the band? I haven’t seen you before.”

“I start tomorrow”, SandyLou said happily, “I’m your band’s new vocalist.” Kelly was thrilled. Marion Peck, their previous vocalist, had decided to do a summer stock musical and left abruptly, sending Mr. Barstow into one of his famous rages. “Is Preston Barstow around?” SandyLou asked, “I wanted to let him know I was in town and ask him if he knew where I could stay until I found an apartment.”

“You can stay at my place,” Kelly blurted. “My roommates moved out and I’ve plenty of room.” She was surprised avcılar escort at her impulsiveness. This woman was a total stranger and she was inviting her in her home. It’s better that she stays with me than letting that letch Barstow get a hold of her…

“Well, that’s mighty neighborly of you, Miss Johnson,” SandyLou said with a smile. “Ya’ll have a car? I’m parked over there.” She pointed at a red Honda Civic coupe crammed with suitcases and boxes.

“I rode the bus,” Kelly replied. “Will you have room for me?”

“We’ll make room,” Sandy replied. “If we have to, we’ll throw some of this crap in the dumpster. Don’t know why I brought so much stuff anyhow.”

Kelly was able to wiggle into the passenger’s seat, her guitar in her lap. The scent of Sandy’s orange blossom perfume filled the coupe’s interior. Kelly leaned as close to her as she dared, their bare arms rubbing together as Sandy shifted gears and turned the steering wheel. Sandy seemed to be enjoying the contact as well, leaning against Kelly with a broad grin on her face.

***

They parked at Kelly’s building and carried Sandy’s belongings inside. Kelly was embarrassed at the appearance of her sparsely furnished and decorated apartment, but Sandy said it looked ‘right pretty’ and thanked her for letting her stay. Kelly showed Sandy the spare bedroom and the futon she could sleep on. Sandy insisted on buying Kelly dinner, so they walked the half block to Angelo’s Pizzeria and shared a pizza and a pitcher of beer.

In no time, they were chatting like old friends and enjoying each other’s company despite the difference in their ages. As Sandy put it, she hailed from a little town in Alabama that no one had ever heard of and she was in no hurry to return. Sandy had heard about the vocalist job opening from a friend of a friend who lived in the city and knew Sandy might be interested. When Preston offered to hire her after she sang for him over the phone, she loaded her car and hit the road.

Kelly told Sandy about her hometown, her college experience and her desire to make it on her own in the big city. Sandy congratulated her on her willingness to make a life for herself, saying she wished she had left her birthplace sooner than she had. Now she was gone and glad of it.

Kelly and Sandy were pleasantly surprised to learn that they both had their first exposure to swing music while visiting elderly relatives after school or in the summer. Both Kelly’s uncle and Sandy’s grandfather had large collections of 78-rpm records of the big bands that they played on old phonographs. For some reason the music spoke to them on a deeper level, and they enjoyed singing and dancing to the clever lyrics and upbeat rhythms.

Finishing their dinner, the women walked back to Kelly’s apartment, laughing and singing swing tunes. Sandy had a beautiful voice and Kelly could understand why Mr. Barstow hired her. Sandy said she needed a shower after her long drive, so Kelly showed her where the soap, shampoo and towels were.

She was tempted to peek in the bathroom to see Sandy in the shower, but decided that would be rude. She liked Sandy and did not want to disrupt their blossoming friendship. When Sandy walked into the living room, Kelly thought her heart would stop beating. Her voluptuous figure barely concealed in a pink baby doll nightgown with tiny matching panties, Sandy sat on the couch next to Kelly and said, “What do you do for fun around here?”

Kelly jumped from the couch, stammering that she needed a shower too; the remote was on the TV and she would be back in a while. Sandy grinned to herself as she watched Kelly practically run into the bathroom.

Kelly stood trembling in the shower, resisting the urge to rub her clit. Sandy was awakening the feelings she once had for Sarah. Kelly was still hesitant, undecided if the feelings were mutual. We’ve just met, but she excites me. I’ll just put on something sexy and we’ll see what happens…

She slipped on a sheer white peignoir and a lacy thong. Running a comb through her shoulder length hair, she strolled into the living room, ready for whatever might happen. She sat down next to her guest and smiled. “Would you like to watch some TV?” she asked. Sandy nodded, and smiled back. Dimming the lights, they settled back on the couch.

Three hours passed as they channel-surfed, giggling and making caustic comments about the programs. They became more relaxed, sliding closer on the couch, touching each other to make a point or emphasize a remark.

Sandy rose from the couch and stretched, her nightgown pulled tight over her breasts. “It’s been a long day, I think I’ll turn in,” she said, stifling a yawn. She and Kelly had been casually flirting, but she was uncertain if her new roommate wanted to make love.

Kelly was also unsure as to what Sandy was thinking. She was so cute and sexy. Kelly wanted to kiss her, but did not want to rush things with her new friend. She rose from the couch to close the curtains on the balcony doors. Sandy’s heart skipped a beat as the moonlight silhouetted Kelly’s figure through her sheer nightgown. istanbul escort bayan A familiar lyric crossed Sandy’s mind. She began to sing softly:

“I stand at your gate.

And the song that I sing is of moonlight.”

Kelly turned at the sound of Sandy’s voice. She knew the lyrics, but no one had ever sung them to her.

“I stand and I wait.

For a touch of your hand in a June night.”

Brown eyes gazed into green and saw the desire waiting there.

“The roses, a sign of, a moonlight serenade.”

Kelly trembled as Sandy walked slowly toward her, crooning the love song.

“The stars are aglow.

And tonight, how their light, set me dreaming.”

Sandy held Kelly’s hands in hers.

“My love, do you know

That your eyes are like stars brightly beaming.”

Kelly melted into Sandy’s arms.

“I bring you, and I sing you, a moonlight serenade.”

Kelly and Sandy kissed softly, their tongues teasing through their open lips. Kelly sighed as Sandy’s hand lightly squeezed her breast, rubbing the hard nipple between her fingers. Kelly pressed her mouth against Sandy’s, their kisses becoming more passionate as their desire increased. Gently lifting Sandy’s breast in her hand, Kelly’s thumb flicked the stiff nipple as Sandy nibbled and sucked on her neck. Rubbing her flat belly against Sandy’s, they swayed together in a sinuous dance of lust, kissing and caressing, tongues swirling in each other’s mouths. Sandy’s tongue licked along Kelly’s jaw, down her neck and into the hollow of her throat as she mewed in pleasure.

Sandy’s fingers danced down Kelly’s back lingered on her round ass and slipped between her legs. She moaned as Sandy’s fingers brushed her shaven mound and slid inside her wet lips. Kissing hungrily, Kelly’s hand sought Sandy’s furry pussy, her fingers teasingly entering the silken folds. Whimpering and sighing, they continued to kiss and finger each other, hips surging against probing fingers. Breaking their embrace, they flung off their flimsy sleepwear as the desire to have their skin touching became overwhelming.

Sandy took Kelly’s hands in hers, moved back and lay on the couch. Opening her legs, she pulled Kelly on top, rubbing their pussies together. Kelly crushed her mouth against Sandy’s, their tongues writhing. Sandy moaned as Kelly’s hard nipples rubbed against her own stiff nubs. Kelly rubbed her bare pussy against Sandy’s, moaning as their erect clits made thrilling contact. Sandy wrapped her legs around Kelly’s ass, humping frantically. Kelly pressed her throbbing clit against Sandy’s, their wet pussy lips sliding back and forth as the first ripples of her orgasm shot through her body.

Sandy fucked against Kelly with all her might, wishing that she had unpacked her double dildo, already anticipating their next coupling. Kelly moved eagerly against Sandy. She was so close and she could feel Sandy’s body quivering as she reached her climax. “Ohhh,” she moaned, grinding her pussy against her lover. “Cum with me pleeease…”

“Ahhhh, fuck me baby,” Sandy screamed, their sweat-covered bodies writhing on the couch. “Fuck meee. Ooohhhh…”

Sandy and Kelly squirmed and twisted as their orgasms ripped through them. Gripping each other tightly, they drenched their pussies in their mingled cum, love juices pouring down their thighs and pooling on the cushions. They finally slumped on the couch, panting for breath.

Kelly sat up and looked lovingly at Sandy, their bodies quivering. Sandy gazed with hooded eyes at her young lover, lust coursing through her, already wanting her tight body again. Kelly’s desires for Sandy were also far from satisfied. She slid between Sandy’s legs, licked her inner thighs and began sucking on her pussy. Sandy moaned and gripped Kelly’s head in her hands, drawing it to her juicy cunt, wanting to feel her warm tongue.

Kelly didn’t disappoint her, plunging her silky muscle deep into Sandy’s pussy, moving it back and forth like a little cock. Then she licked and nibbled Sandy’s clit, the sweet sensations driving her partner wild. Sandy thrust her hot slit repeatedly against Kelly’s face. “Yeesss,” she screamed in her pleasure, “Eat me … eat meeee…” After two exquisite orgasms, she pushed Kelly’s face from her pussy, crying “No more, please …”

Kelly straddled Sandy’s body and clung to her as she calmed. She squealed in delight as Sandy rolled her on her back and she felt her lover’s fingers slide into her wet pussy. Kelly’s back arched as Sandy worked her fingers in and out, stimulating the sensitive flesh. Sandy’s hot mouth engulfed one breast, then the other, biting on her nipples, sending shocks of pleasure through her body. Sandy pumped three fingers in Kelly’s pussy, wiggling them against the soft walls. Kelly’s back arched as her climax rose within her, the sensations driving her wild.

Sandy’s eager mouth suddenly replaced her thrusting fingers pleasuring Kelly’s pussy as she sucked on the soft inner lips. Her finger teasingly entered Kelly’s asshole as Sandy’s mouth fastened on her clit, sucking it between her teeth, growling içmeler escort softly. Kelly exploded into Sandy’s face, pouring out wave after wave of juicy cum. “Ahhhh… fuck me… ooohhhh…” she screamed as her pleasure centers overloaded and she slipped into darkness. When she awoke, Sandy was washing her face with a wet cloth, singing softly as she worked. “Well, look who finally woke up,” she said with a smile.

Kelly sat up and embraced her new companion, kissing her. “Sandy, that was wonderful,” she said happily.

“You’re quite a little fireball yourself,” Sandy grinned, returning Kelly’s kiss with equal enthusiasm.

Kelly smiled and snuggled against her as they lay on the couch. The contact of their warm skin was so soothing they quickly fell asleep, pleasantly tired from their lovemaking.

***

Kelly was having a wonderful dream; a tongue was licking her clit while fingers were moving in her pussy. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw Sandy’s head between her legs, her brown hair shimmering in the morning sun. Kelly uttered a throaty moan and spurted cum on her lover’s face, Sandy licking up every delicious drop. “What a glorious way to wake up,” Kelly sighed, “I wish we could wake up like this every morning.”

Sandy grinned at her, licking pussy juice from her lips. “I’ll see what can be done about that my angel, but first…” She lay back and pulled her legs to her chest as Kelly buried her face in the warm folds of Sandy’s pussy, quickly eating her to a shuddering orgasm as Sandy squealed in pleasure.

***

Kelly and Sandy prepared a quick breakfast, excited to begin their first day together. They decided to do a little window-shopping and have lunch at the mall. Kelly gave directions as Sandy maneuvered through the city traffic. She maintained a steady stream of information about her adopted hometown, pointing out the various landmarks to an amused Sandy. Her younger partner’s enthusiasm was captivating and Sandy was enjoying being with her more every minute.

“…and that’s where I bought my guitar,” Kelly said as they passed a mansion on the edge of town. She explained that it was the former home of the farm machinery millionaire Cyrus Funston. He had died last year and his family had sold most of his belongings, wanting the money as soon as possible. Funston was an obsessive collector of all things pertaining to the arts, from original movie costumes to obscure musical instruments.

Kelly had attended the tag sale the family had conducted at the mansion and bought her instrument for a low price, sight unseen. She was amazed when she opened the scruffy case and found a magnificent guitar inside. She decided to return it, thinking there had been a mistake. By the time she arrived at the mansion, the gates had closed. Kelly considered it a stroke of good fortune and returned home, the guitar was hers.

***

Kelly and Sandy left a trail of staring men and irritated women as they strolled through the mall, oblivious to everything but their window-shopping and each other. They had dressed for the summer’s heat in brief shorts and crop tops, leaving little to anyone’s imagination. Their sandal clad feet clacked on the mall’s tile floors as they wandered from one store to the other, discussing the latest fashions and enjoying each other’s company.

Stopping in the food court for lunch, they lingered over their salads and bottled water, watching the people passing by and politely rejecting the overtures of the men that approached their table. They only had eyes for each other, exchanging gentle touches and caresses as they browsed in the stores. As the day progressed, their passions rose and their desires increased.

“Kelly, darlin’,” Sandy whispered in her ear as they riffled through a rack of dresses in a mall kiosk, “Let’s find a Lady’s Room with a lock on the door.”

Hurrying into a trendy boutique, Sandy asked to use the ‘facilities’ in an exaggerated drawl, evoking a smile from the sales clerk. They hurried to the rear of the store, shivering with anticipation. Unlocking the door, they found themselves in a decorated room, complete with a love seat and a large chair. Tall silk screens cleverly concealed the sinks and toilets, giving the bathroom the appearance of a parlor.

The subtleties of decorating were lost on Sandy and Kelly as they locked the door and stripped off their shorts and tops. Already excited that they were in public without underwear, they embraced and kissed hungrily.

Sandy pushed Kelly into the large chair as Kelly spread her legs and dangled them over the arms, opening herself to her lover. Sandy knelt down and licked Kelly’s wet pussy, drawing her flat tongue from Kelly’s clit to her asshole. Kelly moaned as her lover’s tongue burrowed into her pink valley, slurping noisily as she drank the flow of warm fluids filling her mouth. Sandy reached for Kelly’s firm breasts, pinching and rolling the nipples between her fingers, squeezing the firm globes. Kelly clutched the chair arms as her lover ate her pussy, each pinch on her nipples enlarging her throbbing clit. “Oh Sandy…” she moaned. “Eat me… make me cum… ahhhhhh…” Sandy sucked on Kelly’s aching clit, laving it with her tongue as she thrust three fingers in Kelly’s pussy. Kelly shoved her fist in her mouth to stifle a scream as she erupted in Sandy’s face, spraying cum in her mouth. Sandy gulped and swallowed her lover’s juices as Kelly’s orgasm subsided and she sat gasping.

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Summary: Teacher is seduced by a cute nylon wearing student.

Note 1: The story idea, and even a few lines of dialogue, was from a friend of mine Jeremy.

Note 2: Of course all participants are of legal age.

Note 3: Thanks to MAB7991, Robert and goamz86.

Note 4: Of course, all characters are at least 18 years old.

Note 5: This will, I hope, be the beginning of a long running series starring myself as a character. Being a writer of erotic fiction, many of my stories are, of course, based on my fantasies…things I would likely never do, yet spend hours writing about and pleasuring myself to.

With that in mind, I have released stories like Taking Jasmine Walker and Shemale School that star myself as the main protagonist of the story, and I find writing such fiction to be both therapeutic and sexually stimulating.

Without further ado, here is one of my longest running fantasies: being seduced by a female student.

*****

As a teacher in a high school, there are many temptations to take a bite of the forbidden fruit. Yet, although I have many fantasies of being seduced by a student, boy or girl, I have resisted the temptation because I love my job and would hate to be caught in a compromising situation that could cost me my career.

That said, when a young lady comes to school dressed in a skirt and pantyhose, when the cheerleaders come to class in their skimpy cheerleader outfits and pantyhose, or when the girls continue to showcase their breasts and asses with tight clothing, it can be difficult…leading to me occasionally pleasuring myself in my classroom by, writing stories on my iPad or laptop or fantasizing about submitting to a student while my husband and I have sex.

The temptation was never greater than this past semester when I had a student named Sarah in one of my classes. The first couple of weeks of the semester Sarah stood out not in a sexual way, but in an intriguing one. She was a unique mix of nerd and cheerleader, an odd combination of studious overachiever and giggly school girl.

To explain this further, she sat in the front row, took notes and asked questions. She made it clear she was determined to get an ‘A’ in the class…which was very ambitious because of my reputation of being the hardest assessor in the school.

Although she spoke with confidence, she also wore her heart on her sleeve and seemed insecure about her own abilities…often asking questions that she knew the answer to but wasn’t positive she was right.

Lastly, her fashion sense was a roller coaster of styles as if she had fashion deficit disorder. I didn’t notice this at first, but as the semester progressed I looked forward to seeing what she would wear each day. One day it might be jeans and a t-shirt, the next a longer skirt and a blouse, the next a mini skirt that was borderline breaking dress code (although I didn’t call her on it) and the next day sweats and a sweatshirt. Of course, as anyone reading my stories knows, I have a nylon fetish. So I am easily distracted by the rare girl who wears pantyhose to class. Sarah wore them once a week at first, and as the semester progressed, she began to wear them more often. It got so bad that I was disappointed on the days she didn’t wear any. Also, all her shoes, even with jeans, were two inch heels or more (boots or high heels) and always very fashionable.

Although a brunette, her hair was dyed blonde which brought out her crystal blue eyes and dazzling smile. She was not pretty in a drop dead gorgeous way, yet her beauty resonated in a much more memorable way. Her hair, eyes and smile drew you in and captivated you, even while contradicting her slightly high pitched valley girl voice. In every way, she was an oxymoron which drew me to her more than most girls I found attractive over the years in my classroom.

The past couple weeks I had noticed a new shift in Sarah’s dress and demeanour. She wore skirts or dresses every day, her breasts seemed to be accentuated by her dresses, blouses or tight sweaters, her large breasts, something I hadn’t noticed before, plus she wore nylons every day. Unknown to her, or so I thought at the time, she had become a constant distraction to my teaching and the constant focus of my masturbation sessions.

She would dangle her heels on her toes, distracting me as I watched it like a hypnotist’s watch. Or she would slide her stocking-clad foot in and out of her heels which would cause me to lose my focus mid-sentence and stammer as I tried to teach.

I had twice in the past three days masturbated at my desk at lunch, my desk thankfully hidden from view from the classroom door, each time imagining submitting to this sexy, sweet, intoxicating young woman.

In the end, she was an intriguing enigma, just thinking of her kept my pussy constantly wet, but I never thought it would go any further until the ataköy escort day it did.

On a Friday, a day when teaching was at a minimum, the weather finally becoming nice and the May long holiday about to start, my life changed forever. Fifteen minutes after the bell rang, the school would be like a ghost town as students and teachers alike headed to the lake for the beginning of summer in Canada.

To my surprise, Sarah asked in the morning if she could meet me after school to ask a couple questions about the psychology essay she was writing. Her topic was women in positions of authority and the psychological impact of it…something very intriguing I thought.

I joked, glancing down at her red painted toenails in beige nylons out of her heels, “Shouldn’t you be going to the lake with your friends for the weekend?”

She shrugged, wiggling her toes, “I’m staying home this weekend to test my psychological theory.”

“How interesting,” I said, curious what kind of testing she planned to do.

As she stood up, sliding her feet back into her heels, which I watched too intensely, she added, her tone ominous, unlike any I had heard from her before, “Oh trust me, it is VERY interesting.”

“I can’t wait to see where you’re going with your theory,” I said, expecting a thoughtful paper from her.

“Actually, you are a test case,” she added, slipping her foot out of her heel again, as if knowing she was distracting me.

“I am, am I?” I questioned, playfully, curious how I fit into her paper, as I glanced down at her nylon-clad feet.

“Oh, in a big way,” she smiled, slipping her foot back into her heel, before saying, in her usual cheerful bubbly manner, “See you after school.”

“Sounds good,” I added, deciding to text my husband that I may be late and for him to be home when the children arrived home from school.

The rest of the day dragged by, like the last day of school before a break always seems to, students and teachers alike restless and ready for a long weekend away from school.

I was at my desk packing up a few papers to grade over the weekend, although only if the weather ended up keeping us in the house, when Sarah came in. Oddly, she closed the door.

I asked, “So, what can I do for you, Sarah?”

I need you to answer a few questions for me very honestly,” she said, sitting at a desk in the front row, directly in front of me.

“I’m an open slate,” I smiled, not remotely ready for the questions she was about to ask.

She pulled open a pad of paper and asked, “When was the last time you masturbated?”

“Pardon! Why would you even ask such a question?” I gasped, surprised at the question and embarrassed to admit it was actually at lunch today, while thinking of submitting to her in my classroom. Strangely, many of my fantasies started just like this…alone in my classroom with just a student and me.

“My paper really shifted in focus the more I researched. I know it theoretically isn’t appropriate for high school writing, but all my research led me to look into the role of women in authority and the natural role of sexual submission that often correlates with positions of authority,” she explained, slipping her stocking-clad feet out of her heels.

“Really?” I asked, hearing her, but staring at her feet.

“Yes, for example, most women in positions of authority at work, like lawyers, doctors and teachers,” she continued, stressing the word ‘teachers’, “look for and crave sexual submission outside of their professional life…needing to let go of the high levels of stress that impact their lives during the work day.”

Oddly, her words were definitely true for me. I am very firm and have a reputation as an excellent, no-nonsense teacher who is also compassionate and dedicated to student learning. Yet, at home in the bedroom, I am very submissive to my husband and my writings on Literotica are predominantly stories of submissive women. Still, my response back was to feign denial. “That seems like a rather ludicrous conclusion.”

“Oh I have a lot of evidence,” she said confidently, stretching her legs out and wiggling her toes.

Again I was distracted by her stocking-clad legs and feet, not yet catching on that I was being played like a puppet…Pavlov’s dog theory working in her favour. “Like what?” I asked, curious, even though I should have ended the conversation right then and there.

“Interviews with professional women, professional test studies and my own personal case tests,” she continued.

“Well, I look forward to reading your paper,” I said, curious as to where her research went…maybe would help explain my own contradictory persona from the classroom to the bedroom.

“So when did you last masturbate?” She repeated.

“I’m not comfortable with answering that type of question, Sarah,” I said, suddenly uneasy with the conversation and her tone.

“Jasmine, you’re one of my test cases I need an answer,” she istanbul bayan escort revealed.

“Excuse me?” I asked, although it had become shockingly clear that she was playing me.

“I know how you look at me, Jasmine, and I know exactly what you want,” she revealed, a confidence in her unlike any I had seen before as she stood up.

Trying to remain in control of the situation, even as I could feel it slipping away, I said firmly, “You shouldn’t call me Jasmine, Sarah. I am Mrs. Walker to you.”

As she sat on top of her desk, crossing her legs, her skirt riding up high enough to show that what I had assumed to be pantyhose were actually thigh highs, she continued, ignoring my protest, “For example, Jasmine,” she continued, stressing my name, “I know you have a fetish for nylons.”

“I do not,” I countered, even as I continued taking lengthy glimpses of her nylon-clad legs and feet, as I wondered how obvious I must have been for her to know that.

“Denial is another symptom of the women in my authority theory, their difficulty in accepting themselves,” she continued.

“How so?” I asked, both looking for a way to poke holes in her seemingly logical theory and curious to see if she could continue to be right about my split personality.

“Women like you are strong-willed, determined and passionate,” she said, her leg swinging back and forth like a pendulum, pulling my gaze away from her eyes constantly. She continued, “Yet, this work lifestyle is exhausting and once you’re at home you want to just let go, don’t you Jasmine?”

I shrugged with a playful smile, pulling my eyes away from her legs and back to her eyes, “Of course. A good bubble bath and a glass of wine does wonders.”

“Oh, that works for temporary relief of stress,” she agreed, uncrossing and re-crossing her legs in what seemed to be slow motion.

I tried not to watch, not to get drawn into the seduction I was now realizing I had become a part of. But the magnetic pull was impossible to resist…my fetish, my inherent submissiveness, overriding my morals and professional ethics.

She continued, her tone having a hint of amusement at my weakness, “But in the end, almost all these prototypical psychological women need sexual submission to become truly free of the intense pressure of their day to day lives.”

“I-I-I need to g-g-go,” I stammered, standing up, knowing I was no longer in control of this situation, my pussy wet with need and my own moral dignity weakening at the thought of submission to this beautiful, sexy, exotic, seductive young lady.

“Sit down, Jasmine,” she ordered, firmly.

Startled by her strong firm voice, so unlike her usual bubbly tone, I obeyed…pussy juice leaking into my panties as I sat.

“Good girl,” she purred, her tone not as condescending as one might think and yet making my pussy even wetter.

“This has gone too far,” I tried to protest.

“What has?” She asked innocently.

“This,” I said, not able to put into words anything more profound.

“You still haven’t answered my first simple question,” she pointed out.

“At lunch,” I admitted frustratingly.

“Was it about me?” She asked, her tone dripping with sexual intent.

“Yes,” I whispered, embarrassed that she seemed to see right through my hard exterior.

“Are you submissive in the bedroom?” She asked.

“Sarah, that is completely inappropriate,” I protested, although this whole conversation was inappropriate.

“Answer the question, Jasmine,” she ordered.

“Sarah, please,” I weakly protested, even as my cunt leaked and my mind wandered back to her long, nylon-clad legs.

“Do you want to see some of my research?” She asked, continuing to ignore my protests.

“I guess,” I shrugged, trying to act nonchalant.

She stood up, bent over, giving me a long look of her well curved ass and amazingly toned legs, grabbed a binder from her backpack and handed it to me.

She remained standing in front of me as, my hands trembling, I opened the binder. I gasped at the title: Mrs. Walker’s submissive tendencies. As I read the observations made about me by a student I felt my cheeks burn red in shame. Was I that transparent? Did others notice my unhealthy obsession with Sarah and my fetish for nylons? What was Sarah going to do with this knowledge? I could be fired.

May 5th-May 14th

1. Checked out my legs several times per class.

2. Looked at me more when I dangled my heel on my foot.

3. ALWAYS looked down at my feet every time I dropped my heel to the floor…even when in mid-sentence.

4. Seemed to attempt to not look down at my legs while teaching, but still took quick glances as she tried to maintain eye contact with the class.

5. Oddly, didn’t seem to really notice my breasts even when I wore tight fitting outfits that really accentuated them. However, in the past couple of days, she did take escort tuzla a second look when my cleavage became much more ample.

Conclusion:

Ms. Walker has a nylon fetish and although married will likely submit to a powerful young woman, particularity if the young woman is wearing nylons.

“Is my conclusion correct?” she asked, even though her tone implied she was already confident she knew the answer.

“It’s not that black and white,” I tried to counter.

“It isn’t?” She asked, moving around to my side of the desk, before sitting on my desk and crossing her legs, her right stocking-clad foot now a couple inches from me.

“I just was always intrigued by your diverse fashion sense,” I defended, which was true, as I desperately tried to not look at her foot.

“So you don’t have a nylon fetish?” she asked.

“My husband does,” I explained, the temptation strong to touch her foot and see if it was real silk like I thought it was.

“I don’t think he is the only one,” she assessed correctly.

I had no good answer to her words so I remained silent, finally glancing down at her nylon-clad foot.

“Go ahead, Jasmine, massage my foot,” she offered.

My mind on cruise control, I took her foot in both hands, instantly confirming I was correct…the nylons were expensive silk.

“Good girl,” she purred.

I couldn’t believe how soft her nylons and foot were, a fantasy many years in the making now finally occurring.

After a moment, she offered, “Go ahead and kiss my foot, Jasmine.”

I hesitated. I wanted to obey. Yet, I knew this was crossing a line, although drooling over her in class and massaging her foot had already clearly crossed the moral line between teacher and student.

“Now, Jasmine,” she ordered, her tone shifting from soft and sweet to firm.

Feeling completely at her mercy, my will power non-existent, instead of resisting, my submissive DNA to obey and serve took over. I leaned forward and kissed her foot.

“Good girl,” she again approved, which only enhanced my eagerness to obey. I continued kissing her foot, then I began taking each toe in my mouth and sucking it like a tiny cock. After sucking each toe, I licked the sole of her foot, the taste of nylon and her natural sweat a salty treat.

She laughed, “That tickles. Does my pet teacher want my other foot?”

Being called ‘pet teacher’ sent a chill down my back as I briefly recalled actually writing a story called “Pet Teacher”, which became my first popular lesbian series (well, that and “Bedding the Babysitter”). I looked up, my mind preoccupied with pleasuring her foot, and I briefly lost where I was. “Yes,” I whispered, coming back to reality, and wanting to replicate the same thorough attention to her other foot…equilibrium or balance being important to me. For example, if my husband sucked my left nipple, he sure as hell better suck on my right nipple too. I would obsess with the neglect if it didn’t happen and not be able to enjoy myself.

I waited impatiently as she crossed her legs. She began to change legs, but then said, “Stand up, pet teacher.”

“Okay,” I obeyed, standing up, nervous yet curious where this was going.

She got off the desk and moved her hand under my dress and directly to my really damp panties. “Look at you Jasmine. You’re soaking wet; you are a teacher slut. You want it badly, don’t you?”

I moaned, her words, name-calling and touch driving me crazy, “Oh, God, Sarah, we can’t do this here.”

Ignoring my feigned protest, she kissed me. My knees wobbled on contact and I melted into her, kissing her back with the reckless hunger of a teenager kissing for the first time.

Breaking the kiss, she said, her tone showing disappointment, “For such a nylon lover, I am surprised you wear pantyhose instead of thigh highs. An eager submissive slut like you should always have her cunt easily accessible, don’t you think?”

Being called a slut by my best student should have been a slap in the face, but instead only enhanced my natural desire to please. I answered, “I often do wear thigh highs to school. But today’s dress was a little too short to hide them.”

“Starting Tuesday, I expect my pet teacher to always be in thigh highs,” she said, her finger tracing my pussy lips through my panties and pantyhose.

“Okaaaaaaay,” I agreed in a moan, her fingers teasing me relentlessly.

Removing her hand from underneath my dress, she sat in my chair. “Ooh, this is very comfortable. Is this the chair you masturbated in today?”

“Yes,” I admitted, my cheeks already so red with shame and excitement, I doubted they could get any redder.

“On your knees, Jasmine,” she ordered.

I had heard these words many times…although for the past twelve years it was by my husband and it always meant I was about to suck cock and swallow a load of his cum (except on the rare occasion when we were in a different city or country, when he liked to give me a facial and have me walk around the bar, restaurant, mall or beach with his cum on my face.

I had also written these words in the majority of my stories at the key plot point where the prey submits to her or his predator and to his or her own submissive tendencies.

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Marta Salas hated flying, even in the luxurious surroundings of a private jet. She gripped the armrests, bracing herself as the wheels left the runway. It was a short flight, she told herself, no more than a couple of hours from Denver to Las Vegas. Maybe it was because she was brought up on an island, she loved the sea, or perhaps it was the knowledge that she was no longer in total control of her fate, but either way she hated it. Her husband was a frequent flyer; he loved it. He was vice-president of the company that owned the jet, and he spent days and weeks away from home, crisscrossing the country. It appeared to outsiders that they had the glamorous lifestyle of the super-rich, but she knew differently.

Ignoring the queasy sensations in her stomach, she distracted herself with the reason for the trip. She took the manila wallet from her bag and read the cover: Ms Amber Duberville. She flicked through the typed letter reports, copies of key documents and the photographs of a young woman, a tall leggy blonde with Barbie doll looks in her twenties. The private detective had been particularly thorough to include medical and dental records, misdemeanour rap sheets, job applications and CV, even the relevant sections of the high school year book. Most of the images included a much older man, stout and overweight with a dark Mediterranean complexion; the man was Marta’s husband. They were pictured in restaurants and nightclubs; on a yacht in the Caribbean, in hotel rooms and corridors; and through the bedroom window of the villa in Forte Lauderdale. It was damning evidence of her husband’s latest infidelity. Marta had had enough.

The jet cleared the low lying cloud and soared high over the Colorado Rockies. She had met him in Puerto Rico twenty years ago, where she had fallen for his brash, brutish charm. He was the son of a Greek magnate, looking to escape from the shadow of his father and the wreckage of his first marriage. She was the only daughter of a plantation owner, the apple of his eye, but she yearned for a world beyond the coastline of a small island. Her husband had always had a wandering eye, which for the most part she tolerated. Powerful men, like her own father, often had insatiable appetites. However, he no longer conducted his affairs with expected discretion and that she could no longer overlook. He needed to be taught a lesson in humility.

The plane levelled off and the seatbelt light went out. Marta unbuckled hers and stretched her legs. There was movement behind the privacy curtain as the cabin crew readied for service. Only one flight attendant had been booked for the short flight, indeed she had been requested. The curtain drew back and the young woman emerged into the main cabin. She was tall and blonde, like a Barbie doll, with long, slender legs that made other women jealous. The girl was easily recognisable, besides her name badge.

“Good afternoon, Mrs Salas, and how are you doing today?” Amber spoke with a thick Southern drawl. She grew up in Mobile, Alabama, the only daughter of Methodists.

“Fine.” Marta placed the wallet back in her bag.

“Can I offer you something to drink?”

“A French 75 I think, with a lot of gin. I’m feeling adventurous.” With chilled champagne, gin and lemon, this cocktail kicked like a stubborn mule. It was an acquired taste.

The girl returned shortly with her drink, a large one, and a small bowl of olives, which Marta pushed away as soon as she had left. She was sick of the sight of olives. She sipped her cocktail for a few minutes and then drained the glass with a flourish. Half-an-hour had passed since take-off. She rose and went to stand at the bar, where Amber was busy with some paperwork. The girl looked up and smiled.

“Can I get you another, Mrs Salas? Something to eat, perhaps?”

“Yes, another would be nice, the last one was perfect, and please call me Marta. Do you like champagne, Amber? I hope you don’t mind if I call you Amber.” The girl shook her head. Her grades at high school were above average, but she had several warnings on her record about wanton behaviour, and even a misdemeanour charge for possession from the local sheriff’s office. In most professions she would have been red-flagged, but in this line of hospitality it was an advantage. Of course, Amber liked champagne, and a lot more besides, she was a party girl. She was easily led astray.

“We are not supposed to drink on duty, Mrs … Marta.” Amber replied, nibbling her lip.

“Well, I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.”

Reaching over the counter, she took the bottle and poured the girl a generous glass. Amber drank it, hesitantly at first, but she grinned as Marta topped it up. After they had finished the bottle, Marta initiated the next stage of the plan.

“You know, Amber, this is the first time I have flown without my husband in a very long time. You know my husband, Nikolai, don’t you? I am sure it will surprise you to learn that I have never been to Las Vegas in all my years living in America. I am beylikdüzü escort looking forward to letting my hair down this weekend, catching up on the fun.” She enjoyed Amber’s discomfort. Her husband often took his girls to see the bright lights and the casinos in Nevada. Rummaging in her jacket pocket, Marta put the bag of coke on the counter. There was a couple of grams, of the highest quality, so the man had told her. Enough blow to last even the most jaded party girls an hour or two. Amber’s eyes were like saucers. “My father would say ‘de perdidos al rio’, but it makes little sense in translation, so I will say it another way. You may as well be hanged for a sheep as for a lamb. What do you think?”

“I don’t understand,” Amber said, suspiciously. It was naive to think she would not see a potential trap.

“Look, I see your worried,” began Marta. It was better to hide a lie within the truth. “I have never done anything like this before. You can call it a mid-life crisis, but I need to do this, and if I don’t, then I might as well just go crazy. I need your help.”

“You want me to show you?” Amber perked up. It seemed that the girl did not require much persuasion. “I’ll need money.”

Amber went first, sighing as she threw back her long blonde curls. The girl rubbed her nose with pinched fingers then offered Marta the rolled up bill. Marta hesitated. This should not have come as a complete surprise to her, but it did. She had been around drugs before, there was not a fundraiser at the tennis club without any cocaine. But Marta never joined the other ladies in the restroom to ‘powder her nose’, always much preferring a clear head. However, she saw that Amber was still nervous. If the plan was to succeed then Marta needed to play along with it. She took the makeshift straw and snorted a single line. Her nostrils tingled. Without any real frame of reference it was difficult for her to know what she should have expected to happen or what she was supposed to do next. So to be sure she snorted another line and waited.

It began with a hot flush. Her heartbeat quickened, thumping against her rib cage as the adrenaline surged. It was similar to the feeling she got behind the wheel of her Porsche 911 convertible. She loved racing it through the twisty country lanes with the top down, the breeze whipping through her black hair. Marta accelerated, faster and faster, unable to slow down. A hot sun was beating down on the car from a clear blue sky, its warmth spreading over her skin like a brushfire. She saw the hitchhiker at the side of the road and opened the passenger door. The smiling girl moved closer. Marta welcomed her, eager for a companion to share the ride. The girl wrapped her arms around her and kissed her mouth. Marta’s head fizzed like a Roman candle as she sank with Amber to the floor.

Marta had always been volatile, something to do with her Latin temperament. On first learning about her husband’s wandering hands, she had flown into an incandescent rage. In truth she experienced every colour of emotion more passionately than most Americans she met. And now in a coke fuelled haze, her mind was spinning through the gamut of raw emotional contradictions like a roulette wheel. She had no idea where it would stop. Amber had wriggled on top of her and was trying to arouse her interest with all the subtlety of a common whore with little time to spare and bills to pay. It would have been easier at this point to give in to her piqued curiosity, to have momentarily forgotten, if not forgiven, the many injustices committed by Amber against her. She wondered if the girls threw themselves so wilfully at her husband that he constantly faced such a dilemma. She doubted it, sourly, as he always thought first with his cock and only afterwards with his head. Anger swelled inside her as she recalled the images of him and the slut in their love nest, his hairy ass jerking up and down as he fucked her. The roulette wheel came to an abrupt halt. Marta rose suddenly, shoving the girl aside and then slapping her hard across the cheek with the back of the hand. There was a stunned silence.

Time stood still as dread crept into her mind. The surprised girl fell backwards, landing in a heap, a fearful expression clouded her pretty face. Marta was speechless. She didn’t know what to do or what to say as she searched frantically for a way back from her lack of self-control. She had promised herself a most terrible revenge on her husband, but now that seemed all in jeopardy. The girl was unimportant, anything that happened to her was only collateral damage. As the words of an apology coalesced in her addled mind, her self-recriminations were interrupted by sounds of mirth. Amber was giggling, hand covering her mouth. Marta joined in, a relieved laugh that together with Amber’s became almost hysterical. Poking out her tongue, the cheeky girl suddenly raced away on all fours. Marta set off in pursuit and the cabin erupted in delighted squeals. Marta remembered the young escort istanbul and carefree child, who grew up on her daddy’s plantation, and the simple joy of playing with other children. It had seemed back then that her kingdom extended only to the edges of the bay and the hills behind, and that the expectations, responsibilities, and the problems of the world beyond those shores were a million miles away. She wanted to feel like that again.

They had rushed about in ever decreasing circles, like children at a birthday party, until Marta finally cornered her quarry. The girl, her breathing fast and shallow, waited with her arms rested on the edge of the seat, as Marta approached the wagging rear. The roulette wheel spun round again and the mood in the cabin changed.

“Oh, my sweet child, you shouldn’t runaway like that,” purred Marta. The air around them crackled and sizzled. “You are a naughty girl. Mamá knows everything.”

If the girl had any inkling that Marta knew the deeper truth, she showed no sign of contrition. Pushing back the girl’s uniform revealed the sheer black pantyhose beneath the ruffled skirt. Marta found a nylon seam and spitefully twisted both fabric and skin between her French manicured fingernails.

“Shush!” She commanded as the girl yelped. “Did you think that I would never catch you? Mamá must teach you a lesson in good manners.”

Amber remained silent. She offered no resistance as Marta pulled down her tights and panties. The pale and freckled skin was smooth, the cheeks soft and curved like a perfect peach. Marta felt a terrible thrill as she impulsively raised her hand and brought it down with cruel intent. She told herself that it was all just a part of the plan, but there was no denying the strange, captivating beauty in the girl’s helplessness. Marta repeated the punishment, a little harder this time, leaving a crimson mark. The girl stifled a cry as she recoiled from the blow, before rebounding obediently to the same position. Marta struck her again and again until the cheeks glowed like hot coals. She felt intoxicated by more than champagne and cocaine. Shame mingled with a strange desire, heightening her state of arousal. She had never hunted, but Marta wondered if the forlorn doe, knowing it was soon to die, ever looked so alluring to the hunter through the crosshairs of his rifle? She began to understand her husband’s behaviour, his need for girls more than half his age. Marta felt the same attraction, the same sense of power when she now looked at Amber.

“Stop. Please stop. You’re hurting me,” the girl sobbed.

It snapped Marta out of her trance and stayed her hand, but it did not bring an end to their kinky games.

“What do you say?” Marta recalled her mother’s voice, the tone she used when scolding her for one of many indiscretions that the young child committed. It demanded respect.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, mamá,” answered Amber, a willing accomplice in her kinky game.

“If you promise me that you will be a good from now on, then mamá will stop,” said Marta, softly. After the storm had passed, her mother would be tender, reminding little Marta that no matter what happened, she would always be loved. “I will look after you, Amber. I will make everything better.”

“I promise, mamá.”

Leaning forward, Marta planted a gentle kiss at the centre of each sore cheek and heard Amber’s contented sigh. Marta peaked back over her shoulder, a little self-consciously, in the direction of the hidden camera in the cove above the bar. It had the best view in the house for what was about to be the main event. If this had been the step in the plan that had caused Marta to have so many sleepless nights, she need not have worried. As her soothing tongue returned to the girl’s warm salty skin, she shed her inhibitions as easily as mamá had shelled peas while sitting on the veranda. When Marta thought about it, women were not so different from men.

Desire took hold. Marta squeezed a hand between the trembling thighs and sought out the gully between them. Amber’s sex was hot and wet. She caressed it, stroking the swollen lips with her fingertips. It felt neither unpleasant nor unnatural to touch another woman, on the contrary, the timid softness, the floral fragrance, the gentle curves, all felt wonderfully familiar. Marta inserted a middle finger through the entrance, the ring of muscles tightly clenched around it, and began to move in and out, slowly at first. Every stroke she caught the apex of the lips, nudging the hooded clitoris one way then another with her knuckle, before sliding back inside. Marta liked a little rough handling, some friction, and it seemed that the girl did too. Amber moaned, rocking back and forth on her knees in rhythm with the hand. Marta quickened the pace as the honey started to flow. Marta never imagined that she would feel this competitive, but she wanted her to come harder than Amber ever did with her oafish husband. Marta had the advantage, the insider knowledge, aydınlı escort knowing where to find the G-spot, near the front wall. The tormented girl shuddered and shook, her legs crumpling beneath her as orgasmic waves consumed her.

Leaving the girl to the rest of her pleasure, Marta returned to the bar. She had more than enough film to show her husband that these girls were never truly in love with him. They were playthings, nothing more or less, whose attentions could be bought and sold for a gram of cocaine. Marta would confront him with this cold truth, teach him a harsh lesson that she did not take kindly to betrayal. She wiped her sticky fingers on a paper napkin and picked up the $100 bill. She celebrated her success with another line of coke; she was quickly developing a liking for it. Sauntering towards the front of the jet, Marta marked the path with a saucy trail of her clothing: skirt, tights, and panties. It would make a good final scene, she told herself, on which to end the movie.

Marta took a seat next to the secured cockpit door, in the alcove where the flight attendants sat for take-off and landing. There was no camera here, so she could relax off-stage. She was feeling like a goddess as the coke hit her bloodstream. Only one straightforward task remained, to reveal all to the girl and to convince her, with hush money if necessary, that Marta’s husband was simply not worth the trouble. Although her view was restricted by the short connecting corridor, she saw Amber polish off the rest of the drugs at the bar. The girl looked a mess with tangled hair and a crooked and dishevelled uniform that now barely covered her rear. But, oh, those long slender legs, they still belonged to an angel. Marta beckoned her over. Drifting unsteadily into the corridor, Amber leaned against the wall and beamed a dreamy glib smile.

“Don’t you think that you’ve had too much?” Marta’s maternal instincts were in overdrive. Perhaps the girl’s only crime was that she was naive and easily lead astray, like a young woman who left the shores of Puerto Rico more than twenty years ago.

“Maybe,” Amber replied, cutely.

“Come here, baby, we need to talk about my husband.”

There was no more than a flicker of recognition from Amber as she squeezed herself down into the cramped space at Marta’s feet. Marta wondered, rather oddly, if the girl thought she was inviting her to a threesome. Right now, Marta had no intention of sharing her. Amber was sitting between her naked thighs. When she looked up at Marta, her eyes sparkled like dazzling sapphires.

“I know you’ve been fucking my husband for the past three or four months,” Marta said, trying to remain focused on the plan. “It has to stop, do you understand me?”

“Yes, I know.” Amber averted her gaze. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt anyone. He took care of me. He took me places I’ve only ever dreamed about. It was fun.”

“I don’t blame you, my baby, not really. He can be quite charming and very persuasive.” Marta knew this from her own personal experience. “It is over for him and you. I will not tolerate it a moment longer. However, I am going to make it a little easier for you. I will give you some money, if you promise me you will quit working for the company and never see him again.”

“I promise,” said Amber, solemnly. “Now, that I’ve met you, I don’t want him. You see I am still a naughty girl.” She looked up and caught Marta in a tingling gaze. “Do you want to spank me again? I won’t mind.”

“No, no, I don’t.” Actually, a part of her did, but Marta fought back the urge.

“Oh.” The girl sounded disappointed. “Perhaps I can make it up to you another way?”

Marta had already guessed where this was heading, and to her great surprise, she was open to it. Shivers ran all the way up and down her spine. Amber did not wait for a reply, nudging apart Marta’s trembling knees. Her kisses lacked finesse, her wanton mouth felt warm and sloppy, painting the skin with saliva. Marta braced herself as the flicking tongue reached her sex, timid at first, but soon emboldened. It sliced open her lips, which unfurled like flower petals, and licked and drank the copious flowing nectar. She was on fire, her body melting in the sexual heat. It had been a long time since Marta had felt like this. She wrapped her legs around Amber’s head, resting them on the girl’s shoulders, and slid forwards. Swallowing Amber within her throbbing torso, Marta climaxed. Spasms smashed through her body like stormy waves breaking against a rocky cliff. Another arrived and then another until she almost blacked out. Marta reached out and pulled Amber into her arms. She kissed her mouth, tasting herself on the beautiful rosy lips. The rapture faded, but the intimate bond between them remained.

Marta did not know how long she cradled Amber to her bosom. She smiled, at no one in particular, feeling spent and purged. Amber rested peacefully, her breathing slow and deep. Marta brushed a blonde curl from the girl’s face and sighed. It could easily have been a romantic moment in another time and place, two lovers in bed on a lazy Sunday, drifting in and out of a contented slumber, but it wasn’t. As the buzzer sounded, Amber sat up and rubbed her eyes like a waking kitten. She reached out for the handset, its orange light flashing impatiently.

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She was tense. This wasn’t going to work unless she relaxed a little more. She was kneeling on the bed, twisting her wedding ring around on her finger.

He was no help either. He stood by the side of the bed, stroking her arm. She was nearly vibrating with tension. I caught myself before I sighed audibly. Straight girls can be so uptight.

I crawled up the bed towards her. I mirrored her pose, kneeling up opposite her. She looked at me and then darted her eyes away. Christ on a cracker this was going to be harder than I thought.

I took her hands in mine. She tried to still her flinch. “Okay,” I said, “I’ll make you a promise.” She said nothing but her eyes met mine. “I won’t touch you without warning you. I’ll talk you through everything and you don’t have to do anything. If you don’t like something just tell me and I’ll stop. You can handle that, right?”

She paused, looked at her husband and nodded. “Good girl,” I whispered. I looked at him and gave a subtle tilt of my head. He smiled slightly and settled himself in the plush chair near the head of the bed.

“Why don’t you face your hubby?” I asked her. God, anything to get her to calm down. She shifted, following my suggestion. “I don’t want to block his view of you. I’m going to slide behind you.” I settled behind her. She was still strung tight. For long seconds I didn’t touch her, just sat and contemplated my strategy.

“Are you ticklish?” She look over her shoulder at me, confused by the question. I smiled gently. “I want to see if you’re ticklish. I’m going to rub the back of my fingers along your ribs.” I guided her arm up, resting her hand on my shoulder. Gently, I slid my fingers up her ribs. She shivered. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered, “can I kiss you?” She hesitated, nodded. I tilted her head, nuzzled her throat. She inhaled sharply and I knew I had her. I used one finger on her chin to turn her towards me. I kissed her slowly, gently, softly. I pulled back a little and smiled at her. “I think he’s enjoying watching you.” Her gaze snapped to her husband. He was laid back in the chair, already hard, watching her reactions. She smiled shyly.

“I want to know if you like it when I touch you. I want to cup your beautiful tits and see if those little nipples are hard.” I reached around her body. He watched raptly as I teased him by unbuttoning her shirt slowly. She was watching him watching her. I slid the shirt off her shoulders. I kartal escort kissed her shoulder. “I’m in the perfect spot to deal with this bra.” I unhooked her, slowly slid the straps down her shoulders. I was doing a strip tease by proxy. His hands clenched the chair. I tossed her bra aside and slid my hands up slowly to cup her breasts. I kissed her shoulder again. I rubbed her nipples between my fingers, rolling them gently. “Your nipples are pretty hard for a straight girl,” I teased her gently.

“Let him get a good look at you, pretty girl.” I guided her until she was sitting on the edge of the bed. “Your wife needs a little help getting those pants off,” I told him with a little grin.

He smirked and slid forward, kneeling in front of her. I held her in my arms as she leaned back so she could lift her hips as he slid her jeans away. He went to touch her and I playfully slapped his hand away. “Not yet, lover boy.” He smiled bigger and settled back into the chair.

She was naked, sitting on the edge of the bed. I laid her back in my arms again. I smiled down at her. “I want to taste those pretty nipples.” I arched her up and lowered my head. I licked her nipple gently and then took it in my mouth. My hand was stroking the heavy curve of her breast as I drew her nipple in deeper, applied a little more pressure. She was splayed out over my lap and I took advantage of her position to move my mouth to her other nipple. She made a soft sound, not quite a moan.

“Let him see you, beautiful.” I lifted her up until she was sitting on the edge of the bed again. I lifted her hair and whispered in her ear. “Open your knees, pretty, just a bit.” I stroked her knee. “I want to feel your soft skin. I’m going to slide my hand up your thigh.” Her breath caught as my hand slid along the satin of her leg.

“Are you wet, pretty girl?” I asked the question softly but I saw the lust that lit his eyes. He had heard. “I’m going to find out if you’re wet for me,” I murmured quietly. “I’m going to slide my fingers into your pussy and you won’t be able to fib.” I slid my hand up, I stroked her pussy lips with my fingertips. She gasped and her hips lifted towards my hand. I kept my touch light, barely stroking her. “Is your little clit hard?” She said nothing. “Well, if you don’t tell me I guess I’ll just have to find out for myself.” I parted her pussy with my fingers and gently rubbed my thumb over bakırköy escort her clit. She gave a small cry and her hips rose.

I kissed the side of her throat. “Open your legs wider, sweet thing.” She followed my instructions and I rewarded her by dipping my fingers into her pussy again. I stroked her slowly. I looked over her shoulder and smiled at him while I played with his wife’s pussy. His hand dropped to his cock as he watched me seduce his wife.

“I need to taste you,” I whispered quietly. I moved out from behind her. “Lay back, baby.” She hesitated. I smiled at her. “I’ll tell you what. This is the only part where I’ll ask for your help. Let me know if you like what I’m doing. All you have to do is make a little noise, just a little something to encourage me along. And, if you don’t like what I’m doing, just go quiet and I’ll stop. Okay?”

After a second, she let herself fall back onto th bed. “Brave girl. Good job. Just make some noise while I’m down here eating your pussy.” I took her pussy in one long swipe of my tongue. She moaned. I thought I heard him make a sound of pain. But I was too busy.

It had been a long time since I had eaten a woman out. I had forgotten what it was like to hold a woman’s thighs open as she struggled to stay still. I used my thumbs to spread her pussy open and found her clit with my tongue. I licked gently and she gave a little cry. I sucked her clit into my mouth and ever so softly I sucked it. The sound she made was almost a scream. I smiled and dove my tongue back into her slit. She was writhing, moaning, enjoying every flicker of my tongue.

I lifted my head from my treat. “I think your hubby is feeling left out. How about if you make him feel included? I bet he’d like it if you took his cock in your mouth.” She nodded, ready to agree to anything. Quickly, he knelt by her head. She turned without any further prompting and opened her mouth. He slid in and I timed the thrust of my tongue into her pussy with the slide of his cock. She screamed around his cock. He threw his head back. “Yeah, baby,” he ground out.

I looked up at her. “I’m going to suck that hot clit into my mouth and I’m going to fuck your slick pussy with my fingers.” It was the only warning I was willing to give her. I slid my fingers in, rotated, searching…I crooked my fingers and found the soft spot inside her. I sucked her clit into my mouth and rubbed aydıntepe escort her g spot. Her scream was muffled by the cock in her mouth. He was hard, sweating, thrusting shallowly against her lips.

“Will you come for me, pretty girl? I want to feel your pussy clench around my fingers.” She moaned, her hips rotated against my fingers, thrust herself onto my hand. I flickered my tongue rapidly over her clit and began to thrust with a little more speed. Her hips began to rise with every thrust. She was moaning on his cock. He held her head between his hands and fought to keep from sinking his cock all the way down her throat.

I picked up my pace, fucking her faster and harder. She took it beautifully. “Come for me, beautiful.” I dove back into her pussy and licked her clit faster. Her hips rose as her back arched harshly. She screamed and I felt her taste sharpen as she came against under my tongue.

I was viciously aroused. Wetter than her, and the bundle of nerves under my clit throbbed almost painfully. Without a word, he slid off the bed. He laid me out so I was bent over the bed, my face buried in the comforter. I felt his cock poised at the entrance of my cunt and I knew what was coming.

He slid home in one swift stroke. I gave a very unladylike grunt. His cock was stretching me and it felt fanfuckingtastic. He began to thrust roughly and every slam of his cock rocked me forward on the bed. She leaned forward and kissed me. I was so surprised that his next thrust drew another cry out of me. The only sound in the room was the slap of his flesh against mine and my less than delicate grunts.

She gave a smile full of mischief and wriggled onto the bed. That was the only warning I got before she grabbed my hair and pulled me down to her pussy again. He was thrusting me forward into her cunt. I licked her desperately, feeling my orgasm tightening. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back into every forward thrust of his heavy cock. Her hand was tangled in my hair holding my tongue to her clit. Her eyes were wide open, watching me lick her, watching him fuck me with deep, hard thrusts.

Finally, I could take no more. I screamed into her pussy as my cunt tightened on his cock. My cunt rippled, spasmed and clamped down on his cock. He groaned as his thrusts became more erratic as he rode his own orgasm inside my pussy. She arched her hips, grinding her clit against my mouth. I sucked her hard and she again came with a cry.

He collapsed over me. I made no attempt to raise my head from between her thighs. I was satisfied, replete. I began to doze off, her pussy inches from my mouth and his cock still inside me. So tired…

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A really amazing thing happened to me a few weeks ago. I had been feeling really fed-up and stressed out at work, so my darling husband booked me a surprise trip to a health spa as a special treat. I phoned ahead and booked myself into a few workout classes, a few beauty treatments, and to round it all off, a massage to get rid of all the knots in my neck and shoulders.

The big day dawned and I set off with my little overnight bag feeling really pleased to be escaping for 48 hours. I arrived at the Spa and checked-in and went through the registration procedure. I was then given my super luxury towels and bathrobe and shown to my room. My husband had booked me a single room because he thought I would enjoy the privacy – little did he know!

I got dressed and set off for my first class – a really hard aerobics session which nearly killed me, but when I came out I was really buzzing. I felt a little bit of an old bag, though, with all these skinny, gorgeous women floating about, but I didn’t care too much.

I then went and had a shower and went for my first treatment, which was a really relaxing facial. I then had a light lunch and read loads of magazines and then went for my second workout, which was a jazz dance class – brilliant!

I then went along for my manicure and pedicure and finally, the bit I was most looking forward to – my head to toe massage. I waited outside the treatment room until my masseuse called me in. She told me her name was Sam and she asked me what sort of massage I wanted – firm or soft – did I have any particular problem spots and general questions about my health.

She was quite small and had a very petite figure under her white dress and I remember hoping she would be able to be forceful enough in ridding me of my knots. I also remember thinking about my big fantasy, which is to get seduced by the therapist when I am having a massage, and thinking if it was ever going to happen she would be my ideal choice. She had lovely short dark hair really piercing kadıköy escort dark brown eyes. But then I told myself to be sensible and just enjoy it.

Sam stated at my feet and worked her way up my legs – she was really good and I could feel myself relaxing. She had asked me if I wanted her to talk or just be quiet and I chose the latter – I can’t stand all the inane chat. Sam was using relaxing, essential oils and I was soon drifting in and out of sleep – bliss!

When she had finished my legs she started rubbing my back and bum and I was feeling really aroused at the feel of her silky hands and my fantasies started drifting back. She was working around the top of my thighs and her hands were delving down the insides of my legs as she manipulated my flesh. Once or twice the side of her finger grazed my fanny. The touch was so subtle I assumed it was a mistake, but one I secretly hoped she’d repeat. A moment later she did it again a bit more firmly, then again and again. The third probing was very definite and I am sure her finger pushed between my labia slightly.

I was definitely excited by now and my heart was thumping so hard she must have been able to hear it. She rubbed her fingers all along my fanny ad then stuck a finger up inside me again and I just exploded with my biggest orgasm ever – and mine are pretty amazing anyway. She turned me over and came up and gave me the most wonderful long lingering kiss with her gorgeous soft lips. I was shaking like a leaf, but really disappointed when she said my time was up and her next client was waiting. She asked me for my room number and said she would come up in about one hour and that she could stay for a couple of hours but then had to be home or her husband would be worried about her.

I went along and told the girl at reception I wouldn’t be coming down for dinner because I wasn’t feeling well, so I knew no-one would disturb me. I went to my room and ran myself a bath and had a drink of wine to istanbul eskort bayan try and settle my nerves. I didn’t know whether to dress or stay in my bath robe, but in the end I put on my bra and knickers with the bathrobe on top.

Exactly at the time she said she would be coming the door rapped and there she was. She asked me if she could freshen up and off she went leaving me nearly sick with nerves – I was also feeling just a little bit guilty about my husband – was this cheating on him? I think I knew he wouldn’t think so. Sam came out in just her bra and pants and she was absolutely gorgeous – smallish boobs, flat stomach and a brilliant tattoo on her tummy – very sexy.

She had a glass of wine too and explained that she was bi and made passes at selected clients whom she fancied. She also told me that she thought I was very attractive and gave a definite vibe that I was ‘up for it.’ Her husband was fully aware of what she did and actually encouraged her – as long as he got to hear about it.

She asked about my life and I told her about my husband, my children and the fact that I had never done this sort of thing before. But I did say that what had happened earlier was one of my biggest fantasies. ‘I new it!’ she declared. She promised me she would show me what to do and I should just enjoy it.

She took the wine glass off me and gave me another of the soft kisses while she pulled me up and led me to the bed. Her kisses were very gentle at first, but then probing with her tongue and becoming more passionate. She kissed all around my neck and then undid my bra and let out my boobs – my nipples were so hard and erect. She licked and sucked them until I thought I was going to explode with desire. I really wanted to feel another woman’s boobs in my mouth so I undid her bra and took her hard nipples in my mouth, licking and caressing them as my husband does to me. She gave a little moan of pleasure and it was good to see the effect I was tuzla escort bayan having on her.

We rubbed our boobs together, which was brilliant and then she started to kiss my stomach and run her fingers all over me. She licked my fanny through my knickers and that did it for me – I had another orgasm and she hadn’t actually done anything. She then pushed my knickers aside and began licking me and sticking her tongue inside me, she stuck her finger in as well and pumped it in and out, gradually adding two more fingers and giving me the finger fuck of my life. Then when she put her finger up my ass I screamed out loud, so she quickly stuffed a pillow over my mouth to keep me quiet.

Now I was desperate for a taste of her warm cunt and I knew she wanted me to lick her out. I told her I didn’t really know how to do it so she told me to just do to her what I liked. First of all I kissed her really passionately – our tongues were really deeply probing and the taste of my fanny juice on her lips was wonderful.

I then slowly took her knickers down and exposed her fully shaven fanny, all glistening with excitement. I ran my fingers along her slit and then stuck two fingers in. The feeling was incredible. I sucked my fingers to get an idea of the taste to come – I had always worried that I wouldn’t like it – no problems there. It tasted fantastic, all musky and I knew I was going to have to get my face down into it. So I ran my tongue all along the length of her crack and then up to her exposed clit and had only touched her when she started bucking her hips as her first orgasm shot through her – I then stuck my tongue in her lovely fanny and licked and licked for all I was worth. After a few moments she groaned aloud and I could see and feel, from the spasms in her pussy, that she was now having a really big cum. I thought ‘Hooray, I made a girl cum!’

I then crawled up her body and gave her a taste of her juices. We then moved into a position where we could grind our fannies together and the feel of her bare cunt against mine just blew me away. Eventually we both collapsed exhausted from multiple orgasms. About ten minutes later Sam got up and said she would have to go but would like to see me again if she could. I explained that I had a little proposition for her and she agreed to meet me next week…

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My name is Nichole and I’m twenty-nine years old. What happened in the last year has changed my life completely. I’m a fairly descent looking woman ; I worked at a company that had a great gym where all employees worked out on a daily basis. I was really into it; I’m 5’ 6” tall and 110#‘s with shoulder length dirty blond hair and gray eyes; also my breasts aren’t the biggest in the world at 36 B, but they are firm and they stick straight out with large, proud nipples. My best features are my butt and my shapely, slender legs. Overall, I am very proud of my firm body, I also know how to wear the right (hot) clothes to show off what I have, more for myself than others.

I‘m married to a great guy, but am I in love with him? I never could answer that question even after being married for five years. I think I got married Dave for the fact that I just didn’t like coming home to an empty apartment; plus Dave was a real nice guy, and I was reasonably content, or thought that I was.

Between my job that paid very well, and Dave’s business, he was an electrician, I should say, an electrical contractor, plus the money that we had saved before we got married, we bought a great house with five acres of land surrounding it, four bedrooms plus a gym room. . We really fixed it up and put in an in-ground pool with a Jacuzzi spa. The pool and spa was my idea because I loved the idea of lying in the sun naked, especially since we now have all this privacy. Sunbathing nude to me is very sensual as I feel the heat of the sun caress my entire body and it gets me very sexually aroused; even when I was very young, at the beach where I would wear nothing more than a skimpy string bikini, I would look for a somewhat secluded are so that I could grind my pussy into the hot sand under my blanket and get myself off; the thought that someone might be watching me, and realized what I was doing, would excite me even more.

When I wasn’t working, I would also spend my time taking care of the house, as well as our pets. We had a variety of animals including two beautiful golden retrievers, two cats and two horses). I really loved all animals, but I think that what I really liked about them was their total lack of inhibitions when it came to having sex, any time and any where. I have to admit, maybe I’m a pervert but it would really turn me on watching my horses or my dogs having sex. All the pets were male and female, like on Noah’s ark;. also they had pedigrees. I thought since we had the land that at some time I would like to go into the breeding business.

Dave’s work often kept him out late, but I knew he wasn’t the type to chase women so I never worried, plus Dave really wasn’t into sex like some guys are, or claim they are; we had sex only a couple of times a week. I was very sexual, no, not a nymphomaniac, but from childhood, I mean very, very young, I needed sexual fulfillment a few times a day. I learned to satisfy and pleasure myself to fantastic orgasms. I had only four men before Dave in my sex life, but like Dave none of them ever gave me an orgasm; when the man left, I would take care of myself until I was completely sexually content, or in Dave‘s case, as soon as he fell asleep.. Even at my work I would go to the ladies room at least twice a day, knowing when no one else was in there and I would make myself cum at least a couple of times. It was a small office with three other women, but they were all much older and I don’t think that they ever suspected anything. Oversexed? I don’t think so. I think a lot of women are just like me, but most of them will not admit it, or won’t even admit it to themselves, thinking that they be sluts.

Then I got pregnant. We were happy about it, but we just wanted to only have one. I kept working as if I weren’t pregnant, worked out in the gym the same way; I just didn’t want to let myself go and become, well like some women that use their pregnancy an excuse for getting fat. I gained very little and other than my breasts, I didn’t look pregnant at all.

Then in my seventh month Dave got a chance to go overseas on a five year contract that would put him way ahead financially of where he was now, which was better than most, but he was ambitious. I gave him my approval and off he went and off he went with his entire crew to Iraq.

After a month I started getting that lonely feeling again, even with the animals I still needed someone to talk to. Then I did something stupid, I went for a hors-back ride and on the way back to the stable, Storm, my horse, took a leap and I lifted me out of the saddle and I came back down hard and fell to the ground. I knew immediately that I had hurt myself and as soon as I could, I went to the hospital. I delivered a dead baby.

I was depressed so I decided not to go back to work for a while. My sexual need had kind of diminished for a few weeks after losing the baby, I think it was mostly from depression, but then it came back stronger than ever, I was masturbating three or four times a day, just like when I was a kid. I knew it was from being alone and being depressed. I decided to see göztepe escort if I could get anyone to rent a room. I realized that I needed someone around to talk to; as it was I was talking to all of the animals.

I ran an ad in the city paper, describing the house and the amenities and waited for the phone to ring. I really wasn’t too optimistic about having any response but wow, was I wrong, the phone rang non stop. I quickly went and bought applications for credit and rental agreements; Great, hopefully out of all the people that called, that at least I would get one good one. Oh yes, I did stipulate ‘female only.’

The one thing that I had to do was three times a day I would pump the milk from my breasts, well if I didn’t it would be painful plus I would be saturating my bra from my milk that would be leaking out of my breasts. I didn’t want to take shots to dry up my milk because I had nice firm ‘C’ cups and I didn’t want them to sag, or what I thought might happen, in fact I enjoyed pumping my breasts; I enjoyed the feeling and found it very sexually stimulating. I wanted them to always be full.

I set up interview times and they all came at the designated time. I was doing my fifth interview with a very cute girl that looked very young but she told me that she had just turned eighteen.. She had a very nice bubbly personality. But also she was dressed like a younger girl, to begin with she had a slight build, about 5’3” tall and she probably wasn’t even a hundred pounds and I’d guess an “A” cup. But I have to say this, she could have easily been a cheerleader in high school, or maybe in the gymnastic team. Also she had on a very, like micro mini skirt on and a tight fitting T shirt on that showed her very prominent bra-less nipples.

As she was answering a questions, she stopped and her eyes went right to my breasts. I was so preoccupied in my conversation with her that I was overdue to pump my breasts and my blouse was getting wet from the leaking milk “Oh, you must have a baby to feed, I can wait.” I explained my situation to her and asked if she minded waiting while I pumped my breasts.

“No,” she said with a shriek, “not at all.” She followed me to my bedroom and said, “Please, can I watch you do that? In fact could I do that for you?” She looked so excited, I mean I didn’t expect that kind of reaction to a person that I just met and for some reason, she had such a cheerful and innocent way about, as if she was my little girl, but her actions and attitude was really turning me on.

“Well, do you really want to do it, or are you just saying that you do.” I never was ashamed of being seen naked, especially by another female.

Her name was Cathy and she still lived at home with her parents and they really wanted her to stay home because she was such a sweet and innocent girl. But they told her that if she found a nice, safe place (I guess they were wealthy) that they would pay all of her expenses.

She said, “Oh hell yes I want too, and if you let me rent the room I’ll do it for you whenever I’m here; honest. I’m getting goose bumps just thinking about it. I remember watching my mom doing it when she finished feeding my baby brother and she had milk left over. I wasn’t even in my teens and I wanted so badly to suckle on her breasts and taste that warm milk, but I never did. Am I out of line? I’m sorry.”

I could see the blush on Cathy’s face and I knew that she was sincere and her open honesty and enthusiasm got me going, why was what she was saying turned me on so much. I know that when I massage my breasts to get the milk flowing, it sexually arouses me, but I don’t know even if Dave was home if I’d let him do what Cathy was asking. I guess it’s her cute looks and happy personality that has me going. Then I told her it was okay if she really wanted to do it. But god, there was a considerable amount of sexual excitement that I was feeling as I looked at her. I was trembling inside.

I gave her the pump with the container and she looked at me as I sat on the edge of the bed, and said with a voice of innocence and sparkling eyes, “would you mind!! Oh god, I can’t believe I’m asking you, but would you mind if I. Oh god, I’m soo embarrassed.”

And where this came from I still don’t know. “If you would really like to suck some milk, that’s okay. I’ll scoot back a little more and you can sit across my lap so that you can suck on them comfortably.” She immediately sat across my lap and she felt light as a feather.

I had removed my blouse and bra before she sat and she immediately brought her soft warm hand and started massaging my left breast. It was like a bolt of lightning going all the way down to my pussy. I squeezed my thighs, let out a very soft moan as I came.

Hearing my groan Cathy said. “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” I shook my head, no, but I wasn’t able to say anything for the moment, and then she continued sucking. I noticed as she was sucking like a hungry baby on one breast, she was massaging my other breast.

I had cradled her like she was a baby, my baby, escort bayan one arm supporting her back and my other hand was squeezing the milk into her sucking mouth. It was then that I noticed her free arm and hand had managed to work its way to her pussy. Her skirt was a mini and when she got on my lap her panties, such as the were, more like a G-string, were totally exposed and her hand was gently massaging her lips and clit. Her eyes were closed so she couldn’t see that I was staring at the way she was innocently, like a baby, masturbating as she was sucking.

Just as I was about to switch her from one breast to the other, her body tensed up, she moaned, as she lifted her butt slightly, evidently she had cum, but she kept on sucking and was building me up to another orgasm. Her wetness from her orgasm was sufficient enough to soak through and wet my thigh..

After she did my other breast I pulled Cathy off and said to her, “That felt very nice, Cathy, but I have one more person coming today in just a few minutes. However, if you really want the room, it’s yours. But I quickly have to go to the bathroom if you don’t mind.” I didn’t bother with my bra and quickly put my blouse on and rushed to the bathroom, I desperately had to cum before I went through the next interview; if just out of courtesy, (in my mind I had already rented it to Cathy.) I came harder than I had in a very long time; like I mean my whole body shuddered as I came.

I didn’t see Cathy around but I was certain that she was somewhere, she wouldn’t have left without telling me so. In just the short time with her, I’ve really become fond of her.

After a quick interview with a woman I didn’t care for, I went looking for Cathy. She wasn’t in the house so I went outside and saw her completely naked in the pool. I went to her and told her that I have a rule that no one goes in the pool alone. Cathy, if your going to stay here we’re going to go over some rules of what you can and can’t do. We have a large piece of property and we have the animals, but you do have to ask my permission if you want to wander off, or play with any of the animals; okay?”

She got out of the pool and came over to me, looking at me lovingly with her sparkling eyes and said. “I’m sorry, I should have asked for permission first to use your pool. But I’m a good swimmer, in fact I even passed the life guard examine at school.”

She looked so adorable standing in front of me dripping wet. As I looked at her up and down I took her all in. She was slender, but not at all skinny, in fact her body was very nicely formed. Her breasts were proportionate for her size with very prominent nipples, she had no stomach what so ever and her pussy mound was completely clean of any hair and her pussy was very puffy and her outer lips were parted enough so that her pink inner lips were poking out; oh shit, what was I thinking, I started sweating just from looking at this delightful creature. “Now that you understand the rules and since your so young and apparently you don’t have a job, how do plan on paying your expenses?” I would have let her stay free as I became so attached to this pretty girl in such a short time.

Cathy told me to call her mother because her mom had to approve of anything she did, also she told me that her parents were wealthy and that her mom would pay for anything, but her mom would have to come and give her approval.

“Cathy!! I think it’s best if you call your mom, explain to her the situation and then let me talk to her so that we can agree on the arrangements.”

Cathy called her mom, she told her that she found a fantastic place, “and mom,” she said, “the lady is just a fantastic woman; I’ll let you talk to her now. I love you mom.”

Cathy told me that her mother‘s name was Nancy. “Hello, Nancy, my name is Nichole. Your beautiful daughter said that she would like to rent a room, and being that she has such a nice friendly personality I would be more than willing to rent it to her.” I immediately liked this woman. I explained everything to her about my situation, about Dave being overseas and what I would want from Cathy as far as expenses. Nancy seemed happy with the arrangement, but she said she would like to come and meet with me.

I explained everything to Cathy and told her that her mom seemed to like the situation but first she wanted to come over and to talk to me privately. Cathy said that would be great and that she would go home, get her clothes and personal things and be back in a couple of hours or so. I had told her that her mom would be here soon. She evidently knew that her mother would approve.

She dashed off in her cute yellow VW Bug and I waited for a while and then Nancy showed up. I was expecting a woman that was more or less built like her daughter, but Nancy was taller, about 5’8“, well developed breasts, and dressed elegantly with an obvious designer outfit. She had a black mini skirt that showed off her beautiful long legs, especially with the 4” heels, and a powder blue blouse that was quite sheer, let me tuzla eskort just say that I could see that she was wearing a sexy bra underneath it and I could definitely see her nipples poking against it.. She was beautiful with a tan complexion, dark eyes and long black hair. I should say, she looked not only beautiful, but also very sexy. Another thing, she didn’t look more than mid thirty.

Nancy could tell from the expression on my face that I was confused and before I could say another word she said. “Nichole, I can tell by the way you’re looking at me that I appear too young to be Cathy’s mother, I take it that she didn’t explain it to you, I’m her stepmother. Nichole’s mother died some years ago. I was a teen model when her dad met me and then hired me, for a considerable amount of money, to be Cathy’s nanny. He is very rich but travels most of the time and he is obviously, considerably older than me. But he is a very dear man and I really do care for him. But also I care for Cathy very much and am very attached to her, also I’m very protective of her.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you, Nancy. I guess I did stare at you, but you were quick to read my mind. Also, you must know, you are a very beautiful woman.”

“Thank you, I do try to take care of myself. I have grown very fond of Cathy and just want the best for her. I educated her from home, many of her required subjects I taught her, and some subjects such as advanced math and science I brought in someone more knowledgeable than myself; Cathy is a very bright girl, however, she is very innocent and naive. Well what I’m saying is this, Cathy is very uninhibited, especially as far as nudity and sex goes, and she will say and do just about anything that the average girl her age, would hesitate about. Like a baby out of the womb, Cathy has no inhibitions.”

At this point I could see that the conversation was going to get a little heavy and I asked Nancy if she wanted something to drink. She immediately accepted when I offered her a glass of merlot wine. So she continued after we sipped our wine and then just talked about things in general as well as my marital status. Then, like she noticed how I stared at her when she first arrived, I was aware of how she was now staring at my partially exposed breasts. In my haste to cover up after Cathy drank some of my milk, I carelessly didn’t button the top two buttons and from where Nancy was sitting my left breast was completely exposed to her vision, and without my bra, she could easily see that they were quite full..

“Oops, I’m sorry, I guessed I didn’t cover up properly.” And I started to button up.

“Please,” Nancy said. “If anything, take off your blouse and be comfortable. It doesn’t bother me, in fact I find a woman’s lactating breasts very sensuous; so please, do remove your blouse and let me enjoy the sight of them.” Oh my god, I thought to myself, now I can see where Cathy lost her inhibitions, Nancy seemed to be the same way.

I have to admit that my normal size is a ‘B’ cup but they have grown to a ‘C’ cup and they still are very firm.

“If it doesn’t bother you,” I said to Nancy, “I will get comfortable. But I should tell you that I lost my baby a couple of months ago at birth, but I didn’t want to take anything to dry them up, in fact I was told as long as I pump my milk out they will stay full like they are now, and to tell you the truth, I enjoy the feeling.” At this point I just had to have another glass of wine and she accepted another glass as well. I just left the bottle out.

“Cathy’s dad thought that Cathy had been sheltered too long and that she should go out a little on her own.” Nancy continued. “Her younger brother lives at an academy overseas and we rarely see him. Cathy was all for it, I mean getting out on her own, but, well, to tell you the truth, I’m going to miss her very much. We live in a large home, my husband is rarely home, and often Cathy would come to bed with me so that I wouldn’t be lonely. I will really miss her, she is so much fun to have around, so much comfort to me.”

I felt a lot of compassion for this beautiful woman. I knew that she could probably find many men or women to keep her company, but I could see that she was very loyal. We continued to drink wine. I really liked this women an idea hit me.

“Nancy!!! I’m also alone and that’s why I’m renting out one of the rooms. Look, I want you to come and stay anytime that you would like. Evidently, I’m like you, I don’t want to stray from home to invite some stranger to my home. I would love it if you came over often, and even to stay for as long as you would like. There is a lot to do here, I have horses to ride, a pool, Jacuzzi spa, animals; I mean it would be fun to have you around as well as Cathy. So please tell me that you will.”

At this point I was feeling the wine and I could see that Nancy was pretty much in the same condition, we had finished the bottle. I knew that Cathy would be along in another hour or so, but I was feeling a tingle of excitement. It just came out of my mouth. “Nancy!! Let’s go skinny dipping in the pool. Really, let’s just strip and splash around in the water, I haven’t felt this good in a long time and besides, I really like you and I think you could use some fun as much as me. Let’s soak up the sun.” I couldn’t believe I said that to her, but I was a little high and felt frisky.

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Carol and I have known each other for a number of years now. Our husbands grew up together and have been best friends as long as they can remember. When I started to date Peter, Dwayne was already going out with Carol. Due to their friendship we were forced together and became great friends ourselves. Carol and I even were in each others bridal parties. I would now consider her to be my best friend.

Carol has a great body. She is a fitness trainer so is always working out. Thin body, pert B cup breasts, short cut brown hair. Everything on her is lean, she even moves like a powerful cat, slinking along with no effort at all. I on the other hand could stand to lose 10 pounds. Sitting on a chair at the bank all day does not lend itself to a fit lifestyle and I don’t get out to the gym that often, even though Carol invites me. To be honest it is just too much like work to exercise. I describe myself as curvy, with nice C cup breasts, full lips, brown eyes and long brown hair. Besides Peter likes me that way, he complains that Carol is too thin for his tastes and likes a little meat on his girls.

This past Thanksgiving Day the four of us had nowhere we had to go. My parents live a thousand miles away, Peters have passed on. Dwayne’s parents were going to his brother’s place 3 hours away and they had gone to Carol’s parents place the night before for dinner. Carol suggested that we get together and spend the day at their place. We showed up early and us girls got busy preparing the evenings meal. The boys sat in the living room watching football and having a beer.

Dinner was nice and after, we girls kicked the boys off the TV. They went over and started playing Madden Football on the X-Box instead, as if they had not had enough football for the day. I popped my favorite movie, The Princess Bride, into the DVD player and sat down on the couch. Carol sat beside me wrapped in a big fussy blanket that she offered to share.

After a little while she adjusted a little and asked if she could lie down. I said sure and offered my lap for her head. We re-adjusted the blanket and settled in. My left hand naturally rested on her waist, her top had ridden up a little and my hand was on her bare skin just above her pants. I could not resist and slowly dragged istanbul eve gelen escort my nails across her bare middle, as she squirmed underneath me from the tickling. I rubbed the palm of my hand over the area I had just tickled to ease the feeling. I couple of minutes later I again ran my nails over her stomach, giggling as she shuddered under me. I could feel the goose bumps rising up on her skin. She chastised me as I again ran my flat hand over the tickled area to ease her suffering. The imp in me would not let it rest and it was only a few minutes later when I tickled her for a third time.

She groaned “Brenda, your killing me. Do you know how ticklish I am?”

I just smiled as I giggled and rubbed the area down.

Carol said, “Now that feels nice, you can just keep that up.”

I did just that, running the flat of my hand over her stomach and up her sides gently caressing her smooth skin. I continued for about 5 minutes covering from the top of her pants to the bottom of her bra. She made a contented sigh and commented again how good it felt.

I glanced over at the boys; they were still deeply involved in their man to man gridiron struggle, paying no attention to us.

Carol said she would be right back; she needed to go to the washroom. She slid out from under the blanket and headed up the stairs, turning her head back to flash me a smile.

I watched the movie till Carol returned. When she did she immediately slipped back into her laying position with her head on my lap. She took hold of my hand and placed it back onto her bare tummy. I resumed my rubbing as she cooed her contentment.

A minute or two later as I rubbed higher I made a discovery. Carol had removed her bra when she had gone upstairs. My hand brushed the bottom of her naked breasts.

When I started to move down again Carol said. “It feels great, don’t stop there.”

I looked down; she was staring up at me, our eyes locked. I don’t know if it was pleading or lust I saw in them but I knew what she wanted. I moved my hand up, gliding over her breasts, her nipples hardened at my touch. Carols eyes closed and she gave a small moan of pleasure.

I continued to caress her breasts under cover of istanbul escort the blanket. The boys off in their own world had no idea what was going on just 10 feet away. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, and then pulled at then. I did everything to them that I enjoy doing to my own breasts when masturbating. Carol just laid there lost in the feeling, small sighs coming from her.

What surprised me was the effect it was having on me. I could feel my own nipples growing taunt and my pussy grow wet. I had only been with a girl once before, in high school. I had gone to her house after school and she had talked me in to kissing and some light petting. While I had enjoyed it I had never repeated it. This was something different though. We were two grown women and seeing the effect I was having on her was turning me on. I was getting off on giving her pleasure.

I felt her arms moving for a few seconds, and then she reached up and took my hand. She guided it down to where she had undone her pants. She pushed my hand into the opening. I slid my hand down, feeling the beginning of stubble above her pussy. I continued, reaching her very wet opening. Dipping my finger in, I moistened it and slid it back up to her clit. She jumped like an electric shock and gone through her and then started grinding her pussy onto my hand.

I heard a holler from the boys and looked up in shock thinking were had been discovered but they were still deeply involved in their game, someone had just scored. As the boys played and got off on their game, Carol got off on my fingers.

The next weekend we all went out to diner and a movie. In the theater the boys sat next to each other so they could talk, Carol was next, then me on the outside. Part way through the movie Carol complained of being cold and grabbed her coat throwing over both our laps. A minute later I felt her hand creep onto my knee, under my skirt and up my thigh. She rubbed my leg for a minute, it was turning me on. I adjusted myself, spreading my legs farther giving her the access for the touch I needed. She did not disappoint and it was all I could do not to scream out loud as she made me cum right in the theater.

I was really getting off on our play right under tuzla escort the boys’ noses. It they only knew what their dutiful wives were doing while sitting right next to them.

It was the beginning of December now and the next Saturday we all went Christmas shopping. After a day of pushing our way through the malls we went to a Boston Pizza for a bite to eat and a drink. As we sat enjoying each others company Carol was very touchy feely towards me, rubbing my leg, touching my hand. I was concerned that the boys might notice but they were oblivious to her administrations.

I had to go to the washroom and Carol said she would join me. In the restroom there was one other lady who was just washing up and leaving. As soon as she was out the door Carol grabbed me, forcing me against the wall. Bringing her lips to mine we shared our first kiss. It was soft and delicious with a passion that I had not experienced for a long time. Our tongues intertwined as we expressed our desires. As we broke our kiss Carol looked into my eyes, I could see lust in hers. She maneuvered me into a stall, sitting me down on the closed toilet seat. Reaching up under my skirt she grabbed the edge of my panties, I lifted my butt to allow her to slip them off.

She bunched up my skirt, spread my thighs and said, “I have wanted to taste you for so long.” She then dove right in, sucking, licking, and teasing my pussy.

Oh God it felt so good. I was almost at orgasm when I heard the door to the restroom open. Even though I was on the edge I pushed her head away. Breathing heavy I raised my finger to my lips indicating for her to be quiet. The lady took the stall next to ours. Carol proceeded to drive me insane, teasing my pussy with her finger as the woman beside us peed. As soon as she was done and gone Carol lowered her face back to my waiting clit. It only took a couple of laps of her tongue before I exploded.

We rearranged ourselves and headed back out to the boys. They did not even seem to realize how long we had been gone as they were watching hockey on one of the TV’s mounted in the restaurant.

We paid the bill and just before were getting up to go Dwayne said to Carol, “You have a little something on your chin.”

With a smile, Carol grabbed a napkin and rubbed away some of my pussy juice she had missed.

To this day we continue to find ways to sneak behind the boys’ backs, taking any feels, licks and kisses we can get away with. I don’t think the boys have any clue what we are up to but the excitement of maybe being caught adds extra spice to our games.

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