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Jill couldn’t help the fact that she was staring down Tatiana’s blouse. Normally, she wouldn’t have dared, but here she was, leaning right across her to get the salt shaker. And her breasts were very nice. Still, she felt a little guilty.

She snapped out of it, when Tat sat back down, and glanced at her. A girl’s office luncheon had never been so strange before. She was acting like she had the hots for Tat. Jill bit her lip, and poked at her three bean salad.

Tatiana was new on the job, and rumor had it that she was an ex model who had tired of it and decided to settle down in accounting. Why in the world, would she give up something as great as modeling? Jill wondered.

Tat had a fabulous body. She was tall, with golden skin and dark long hair that ended in curls. She had full lips, and a curvy thin body. Jill had almost gaped when she had first walked into the office restroom, dressed in a tight three piece suit in lavender, and her lips pursed.

All the office girls wanted to hate her, but she was just so nice to everyone. So, Jill thought, she was hot and sweet. Jill risked another glance at Tat, who was nibbling on a carrot stick, and smiling at something that Rose was saying.

“So, I heard that they had sex right there in the office.”

“OMG, really? Shy, quiet Ann and our hot Latin boss? Come on,”

Rose nodded.

“It’s true. Greg from down the hall heard them going at it when he was stopping by to drop off some paperwork.”

They all giggled.

Soon, lunch was over, and they were all heading back to their offices. Jill walked behind Tat, observing the way her ass swayed underneath her skirt. Jill had never been one to think of herself as a lesbian, but she was really attracted to Tat. She wondered what she would look like naked….

As if reading her mind, Tat paused outside her office, and gave Jill a sweet smile. Jill smiled back, knowing her face was flamed. Tat disappeared into her office, and Jill wandered down to hers.

The days went by, and soon turned into weeks, and still Jill couldn’t get Tatiana out of her mind. She even had erotic dreams about her, with Jill suckling on her breasts, and Tat moaning in ecstasy. Jill had awaken, and had to ease her horniness herself, cumming so hard she thought she would wake up her neighbors with her moans.

Lunch was spent watching Tat’s lips slide over her fork, and she imagined them sliding over her nipples. Once, Jill had become so aroused, that she had knocked over a glass of water, right onto Tatiana’s skirt. Flustered, she dabbed at the wetness with a tissue, apologizing. Tat just smiled, and took the tissue from her, to clean herself up. Those brief moments when she had felt the firmness under her skirt, had made her thighs tremble.

It was the middle of the third week, and after another erotic dream that Jill wandered into the women’s rest room to freshen istanbul escort her makeup, when she ran into Tat. She was dabbing at her eyes with a napkin, and it was obvious that she had been crying.

“Tatiana, what is it? Is everything okay?”

Tat just looked at her, before bursting into another round of tears. Jill, flustered and unsure of what to do, placed an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to the sink.

“Are you okay?”

Tat nodded, and stared up at her. Her mascara was running, and with her lower lip trembling, she looked all the sexier.

“Its just that….I know that….I stopped modeling because of the pressure and the stress it put on me…but …”she hiccupped,” I have gained four pounds!”

“What is the matter with that?”

Tat sniffled and wiped at her nose.

“Do you know what they would have done to me if I had gained four pounds in my career? I’d be …ruined”

Jill hugged her closer, feeling her breast press into her own, and she couldn’t suppress a shiver. Tat buried her face in her hair and tried to calm herself.

“Tatiana, “Jill said, pulling back and looking her in the eye.” You look wonderful. There is nothing wrong with you, or the four pounds you put on. You can’t even tell it. You are sexy, and you will always be that way.”

Tatiana stared at her with wide eyes, and managed a small smile. She threw her arms around Jill’s neck and squeezed her tight. Jill could smell her sent, flowery but hot.

“Oh, Jill. You are so sweet to me. Do you really think I look sexy?”

Jill nodded, and let her hand slide from Tat’s shoulders to waist. She was beginning to get hotter, standing this close to her.

“Yes. Of course I do.”

Tatiana leaned forward and pressed her lips to Jill’s cheek for a moment that lasted longer than it should have. Jill stared at her profile, feeling her trembling lips against her soft skin. She tightened her grip on her waist, and then Tat was pulling back and staring up at her. Jill felt her breath on her face, and then she was leaning forward once more, and her lips connected with her own.

Jill had never kissed a woman before, and wasn’t quite sure what to do. Then she was moving her lips against hers, and they were so soft. She felt her tongue seeking its way into her mouth, and when it slipped in, she moaned deep in her throat.

Tatiana pressed her body against hers, and together they moved until Jill was backed against the bathroom stall. They weren’t even thinking what would happen if someone were to walk in. All that was on there minds was this.

‘oh god” Jill moaned, sifting her hands through Tats long dark hair. She trailed her lips down her neck, and Tat sighed in pleasure.

“This is so good.” Tat said, her fingers undoing Jill’s buttons on her jacket. Jill could not believe it. It was like a dream. Except this istanbul outcall escort was real. She let her hands slide down over Tat’s tight ass until she was lifting her skirt up and touching the satin skin underneath.

In the next few seconds, clothes were stretched and pulled away, revealing their naked bodies to each other. Jill took Tat’s hand and pulled her into the stall, locking the door and pressing her back against it. She then took her full breasts in her hands and kneaded them, while kissing Tat fully.

She was dimly aware of Tats own hands and fingers slipping and sliding there way over her body, teasing her pussy until she was dripping wet. Taking her nipple into her mouth, she heard Tatiana cry out and her fingers pulled her hair back. Jill kept her mouth clamped down, suckling and nibbling, tasting her erotic taste as she had dreamed.

Jill trailed her mouth down her stomach, leaving wet spots to cool on her hot body, dipping her tongue into her bellybutton. She glanced up to see Tat with ecstasy written all over her perfect face, and continued her journey.

When she ran her tongue between her thighs, Tat moaned loudly and jerked.

“Steady, babe. Let me lick you.”

Jill couldn’t believe the words that she was saying, or that she was about to make love to a woman. She parted Tat’s thighs, staring at her shaved pussy, its lips wet and quivering. Tat squirmed until Jill leaned forward and touched her tongue to her clit. She then began to alternate licks, sliding her tongue up and down her pussy, savoring the juices that ran. She tasted like a ripe peach, tangy and sweet at the same time.

Tat was moaning now, and running her hands over her own breasts. She panted like a bitch in heat, shaking a little bit now and then, and Jill could tell that she would cum soon. She took her fingers and ran them inside her, feeling her tighten around them. Sliding them in and out, busying her mouth suckling her nipples.

Meanwhile her own pussy was burning, wetting the inside her thighs. Her own blood began to boil when Tat cried out, and her whole body tightened up like the string on a bow. Her thighs gripped Jill’s face, and she began to shake, her breath panting wildly. Jill tasted her juices, and in one last instant, shoved her tongue insider her, along with her two fingers. Tat cried out, cumming intensely, grabbing Jill’s hair and yanking on it.

Jill slid to the floor, her hands still gripping Tat’s thighs. Tat licked her upper lip, and her golden skin was shined with sweat. She smiled sexily, and bent to kiss Jill hard on the lips.

“You are wonderful. That was the most erotic thing I have ever done.”

Jill smiled, and reached out to tweak Tat’s nipples. She wanted her again. In fact, she thought that she would never get enough of this succulent beauty.

“It’s etiler escort your turn now, my sweet. You have pleasured me, now let me pleasure you.”

Jill’s eyes were wide as Tat leaned down and positioned herself between her thighs, her feet placed against the wall of the stall. The floor was cold, but Jill was so hot she didn’t notice. Tat kissed her again, her long hair brushing Jill’s breasts, making her nipples stand out. She ran her tongue from her mouth, across her breasts, making Jill moan in pleasure.

From her breasts she moved down to her stomach, nipping her abdomen, causing Jill to suck in her breath. Tat was so very erotic and Jill had never ventured into anything as wild as this. She was here, with this sexy woman, in her workplace restroom.

Jill cried out when Tat snatched her thighs up and began to tongue her wildly. She sucked and made love to her pussy with wild abandon. Jill thought somewhere in the back of her mind that Tatiana had certainly done this before. She couldn’t get over the sensations that were running through her, the hotness that was burning between her thighs. Tat licked at her, sucking her clit into her mouth and biting down on it. Jill jerked off the floor, her head catching the wall, and she moaned loudly.

Tat chuckled, and the sensation sent Jill into a flurry of sensations. She pinched her own nipples hard, and growled deep in her throat. Tat took her fingers and played with her pussy lips, stretching them and licking them with her tongue. She then took two fingers and shoved them into her, finger fucking her hard. Jill moaned again, whispering how much she loved it. Tat ran her tongue over her again, and then squeezed another finger inside her.

“Oh god! I’m gonna cum, Tat.”

Tat raised her head up only for an instant.

“Cum in my mouth, Jill. Let me taste you.”

She then returned to nibble on Jill’s clit, working her fingers in and out of her trembling pussy. Jill felt her body tighten up, and her toes began to tingle. She knew that she would cum soon, and she began to work towards it, wanting it. Needing it. Jill watched Tat work on her, her mouth wide open as she sucked on her.

Then, before she even expected it, Tat shoved another finger in her, and it sent her over the edge. She shoved her fist in her mouth and bit down on her knuckles as she came. She made mewling noises deep in the back of her throat, her thighs jerking and raising up off the ground. Tat struggled to hold her down as she licked up her juices and swallowed them all.

When at last she had settled down, Tat pulled her in another embrace, and they shared an erotic kiss. Jill ran her hands over Tat’s body one last time. She knew that there absence had probably been noticed, and that they had to get back.

“It was wonderful, Tatiana. I hope that we can…become great friends. Away from work.”

“Of course. You must call me so that we can get together. I will look forward to it.”

They helped each other get dressed, smoothing out their wrinkles, and easing from the stall to reapply their makeup. Then, after sharing one last French kiss, they departed from the still steamy restroom, and back into their normal, at least for a little while, lives.

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Shay could not sleep. Chocolate probably wouldn’t help matters, she reasoned. Nevertheless, it called to her as she stood in front of the open fridge. She snapped two pieces off, enjoying the chilled air against her hot-night skin. As the first piece began to melt against her tongue, she padded back into the bedroom, letting her eyes wander slowly across the curves of her sleeping lover. Shay swallowed heavily.

The curtains billowed as a gentle breeze moved through the open window. It brushed at her bare nipples as she gently pulled the cotton sheet down over her lover’s tanned thighs. Fair’s fair – if she could not sleep then neither would Becky! Shay then knelt at the base of the bed with the remaining chocolate melting between her finger and thumb. She smiled to herself and ever so gently parted Becky’s legs by drawing her left knee outwards as she slept soundly on her back. Shay would never bore of the sight of that pussy – it was pure perfection. Plump, bare and pale pink on the outside, it was neat and compact until encouraged to open to a gentle touch.

Tonight, that encouragement came in the form of a cold, melting piece of chocolate planted istanbul bayan escort firmly between the folds of skin that gave way to Becky’s tiny clit. The girl gasped gently in her sleepy state, her pert chest rising as she squirmed at the hips. Becky’s tendency to squirm during sex had always amused Shay – she had done it ever since they met in University. It was one of the quirks she loved about her; she was a stunner, but it was her personality that was to die for. Shay snapped back to reality and applied more pressure as the chocolate melted and spread towards her lover’s entrance. Her glossy black hair fluttered across Becky’s soft thighs in the summer breeze. An amused little hum from the top of the bed let her know her lover was now more conscious than asleep and she whispered teasingly, “Hello sweetheart” before firmly placing her mouth over the chocolate and pressing her tongue against the sweetened swelling clit below. Becky’s hips bucked from the bed and she groaned in ecstasy as Shay firmly tucked her arms under and around her thighs, spreading her wide and lapping the chocolate from the perfect pussy. She moved kartal escort over it with long strokes of her tongue, clit to entrance and back again. The chocolate created friction and heat, resulting in an intense assault of the girl’s senses, especially considering she had been asleep only moments ago.

When Shay had had her fill, she moved her body upwards over her writhing lover’s, planting a kiss on Becky’s mouth and giving up the chocolate secret. “Devious” Becky whispered as Shay moved downwards once more. She nipped pink nipples, tugged at the belly ring and blew over wet kisses left on bare skin. Becky lifted her knees slightly towards her chest, and Shay decided not to tease her, knowing exactly what her gorgeous girl wanted. She expertly eased her finger into Becky’s entrance, curling it in a beckoning motion and almost instantly connecting with her g-spot. She revelled in Becky’s reaction, with her usual whimpering and tossing of her head from side to side. The little whimpers sent shocks to Shay’s pussy and she felt herself moisten instantly at the idea of Becky loosing control to her own hands. kozyatağı escort She stroked the girl’s tummy with her free hand and made soothing noises, “Relax baby, let it happen”, kissing lightly around her open thighs and rounded ass cheeks.

Becky steadied her breathing and obediently relaxed into Shay’s touch, at which point Shay increased the pressure and quickened her stroke. Their lovemaking was relaxed and graceful, and Shay took in the beautiful sight of Becky’s writhing body, covered in a light sheen of sweat, before dipping her mouth to bring Becky over the edge once and for all. Her finger continued its stroking as she gently pushed her tongue into the space below Becky’s entrance. Becky gasped but then relaxed as Shay ever so slowly prodded between her cheeks, eventually parting them with her free fingers for full access. Shay felt her lover respond pushing against her tongue and groaning with just the right mix of pleasure and discomfort. She then clenched and stiffened, spilling over into an orgasm, locking onto Shay’s finger and grabbing at her head as she moaned deeply, collapsing back against the mattress.

Shay breathed in the heady scent of chocolate mixing with Becky’s cum before bundling her languid lover into her arms for a cuddle and a kiss. “My good girl” she whispered into Becky’s hair; “I love it when you come for me like that”. She held the girl close and smiled to herself. She sure had been right – she just knew the chocolate would keep her awake!

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Chapter 1

I had done tours of duty in both Afghanistan and Iraq but neither had scared me as much as this. It was not too late. I could still walk away and no one would think any the worse of me.

I checked myself in the hall mirror one last time. The GI Jane hairstyle had grown out and I had almost forgotten how lustrous, and just how dark, my hair was. It was still short but now expensively styled and it was hard to remember the last time I had worn full makeup. I had not been in a relationship for over two years.

My mother had been a minor film star in her native Italy and I had inherited her natural beauty. In some ways the army regime of cropped hair and no makeup actually enhanced my looks but the nature of my job and the considerations of my rank were enough to put most men off.

Oddly, there had been overtures made by two female officers at different times but, whilst I was flattered, I harboured no curiosity about a same sex relationship.

The doorbell rang again, this time a little more impatiently, and I took a deep breath. They had offered a hotel suite but that only made it feel more sordid; I elected to use my own home to give myself something familiar to cling on to.

I opened the door, not quite knowing what to expect but certainly not this.

I am five feet nine, in stockinged feet, but, in her heels she stood a couple of inches taller. At a guess she was five or six years younger than me, certainly no more than mid-twenties, but she had an air of sophistication.

I had laughed out loud when they asked me if I preferred blonde or brunette, as if it could possibly make a difference, but they had decided on the light haired option. She reminded me of someone, someone in Basra, but then I realised that I was thinking back to a film.

I had watched it in an army marquee, the only woman in an audience of thirty, all sat battle ready. It was an old film; a comedy about a man who finds a magic mask which transforms him into a green-skinned super hero. She reminded me of the girl in the film.

“Selina, you must be Christine…”

She was well spoken, which was a relief, but it took me a second to respond to the false name that I had chosen for myself. She held out her hand, not to be shaken, but as if she expected me to kiss it.

I stood to one side to let her in.

“Where do you want to do this? The bedroom or living room?”

For a moment she ignored the question and looked around my humble abode almost disdainfully which, given the circumstances, was a bit rich.

“It’s up to you.”

I indicated the living room and she walked through. It was a sparsely furnished room which was hardly surprising given that I had only lived there for days at a time over the past five years.

“No television?”

“I prefer to read.”

“I brought a couple of DVD’s, just to set the mood, but no matter.”

She took in the simple furniture including my one indulgence an overlarge leather sofa set in front of the fireplace. I would often fall asleep over a book and I find it nice just to stretch out where I find myself.

“Can I get you anything? A drink?”

She looked down at the wine bottle already open on the table.

“Wine would be nice.”

I filled a fresh glass, before replenishing my own, and handed it to her.

“How do we go about this?”

She did not answer immediately. She sat on the sofa and took a sip from her glass.

“Well let’s start with you undressing for me.”

It was not what I was expecting and my discomfort must have shown. She smiled

“No need to be shy.”

I had been undressing in front of women, and men come to that, throughout my career, war zones are no respecters of privacy, but I had never felt this awkward.

I slowly reached for the zip of my dress and, once again, asked myself why I had made the effort. I could have easily done this straight out of the shower wearing a robe. It might have been more appropriate.

The dress fell to the floor and I was left standing in my new bra and pants. They were an expensive acquisition but I hoped I did not come across as trying too hard.

“Very nice…now the rest.”

I took off the bra to reveal my breasts for her cool appraisal.

“I love your nipples….chocolaty.”

I had my mothers Mediterranean complexion and my nipples were a contrasting shade of brown. I was not quite as well endowed as she had been but that was probably no bad thing given my active lifestyle.

I slipped out of my panties and resisted the temptation to stand with my hands in front of me. Instead, I stood with hands on hips, perhaps in an unconscious effort to seize the initiative.

I am proud of my body, a slim frame toned by many hours of exercise but not enough to threaten my femininity.

She looked me up istanbul escort bayan and down her eyes finally settling on my sex. I had shaved just before she arrived and I was still a little red.

“You should try waxing.”

I was not sure if it was a suggestion or an insult but I had no time to dwell on it. She stood up from the sofa.

“Come and undress me.”

This was the moment. I had been through it in my mind a hundred times but reality always has a way of finding you out. I moved closer to her and she turned her back to present her zip.

The blue cocktail dress looked expensive and I suspected that it was a haut couture copy but, as I unfastened it, I saw the Gaultier label. I am no follower of fashion but I was suitably impressed.

She stepped out of it, laid it carefully on the coffee table, and then stood to be admired. She had flawless pale skin but was a little too busty to be a catwalk model. At that moment she put me in mind of a bride. She was wearing a white camisole and matching panties along with white stockings and suspenders.

“What do you think?”

“Very nice.”

It was true, she was a very sexy young woman, but it did not make things any easier.

She sat back down again and I could not help but notice that her nipples had come to two prominent points which had nothing to do with the ambient temperature. She smiled as she saw where I was looking and then she reached out for a scatter cushion which she dropped at her feet.

“Come and make yourself comfortable.”

I had to will myself to move forward. At the outset I had not wanted any preamble but things were moving too fast. I took a hasty sip of wine and then knelt on the cushion.

“You’re very beautiful.”

She reached forward and gently stroked my hair and I flinched. She was only trying to help me relax but I did not welcome the intimacy.

She raised an eyebrow and then shrugged slightly as if it was of no great moment. Then, almost perfunctorily, she slipped off her camisole.

I was kneeling upright, at a level with her breasts, and, as if reading my mind

“Totally natural I assure you”

She was a lucky young woman to be so blessed. They were perfectly shaped, with a nice uplift, crowned with coral pink nipples which, at that moment, stood out rigidly. I could admire them in a purely aesthetic way but no picture or sculpture could convey their vitality. Against all my instincts I felt an urge to reach out and touch them.

She smiled knowingly and I wondered just how many others had fallen under her spell. As I watched she took a nipple between her finger and thumb and teased it to even greater prominence.

“Come here…”

I wished that I had had time for a little more wine. Of course, there was nothing to stop me from pausing for another drink but I knew that, if I put this off, there was a chance that I would not go through with it at all.

She released her nipple and raised her breast invitingly on the flat of her hand. For a second or two I could do nothing but stare at her immaculately manicured nails with their deep lustre which could only be achieved by the patient application of several coats of expensive varnish.

I knew that these idle thoughts were simply a way of delaying the inevitable and I told myself to get on with it.

“Gently now, don’t rush.”

I had taken her nipple between my pursed lips and sucked. I was surprised that something so firm could be so sensitive.

I used my tongue to confirm that it was, indeed, as rough textured as it seemed but my anatomical approach was not appreciated.

“Just do the things you like having done to you.”

As she said it I felt my own nipples tingle and I tried to be a little more creative. I ran my tongue slowly around her clearly defined areola noting the boundary between smooth flesh and surprisingly heavy dimples. This was more to her liking and I felt her relax.

Now that her nipple was wet it felt different again. It was as if it was recoiling from my tongue and it seemed natural to suck gently to bring it back under control.

“That’s better. Now you’re turning me on.”

I felt a momentary swelling of pride but then remembered exactly what all of this was about. I continued for a minute or two before she coaxed me to move on to her other breast.

I was obviously learning, as she gave a sigh of approval, but I needed to take another step. I took the teat between my teeth and paused. Few men, in my experience, really understand a woman’s body but I had been lucky enough to meet one or two. I love that moment that comes just before a gentle bite where the pleasure teeters on the edge of pain.

This is where I held her and she arched her back a little to meet me. I slowly nipped at her and was immediately transported back to school where I would idly bite the eraser at the top of a pencil. The resilience of her flesh was astonishing but she guided me.

“Yes…yes…now…use şişli escort your tongue…”

With her nipple tightly clamped I brushed the tip with my tongue and instinct brought my thumb and finger to her other breast to apply a complementary pressure.

We remained locked together and it felt good, for the present, to have control but that was about to change.

“Enough…you’re getting me hot and bothered.

I pulled away to see that her nipples looked quite angry and the tops of her breasts were flushed red.

“Take off my panties…”

I had to go to my haunches to do it and there was something in that simple act of obeisance that jarred with me. I would never go down on a man on my knees. I was reluctant at the best of times and, if it happened at all, it happened in bed with me on top directing events.

I found that my hands were trembling as I reached forward and I could not meet her eyes knowing for certain that I would find a look of amusement.

Her panties were expensively silky and I took hold of them carefully before slowly drawing them down her legs which she brought together to help me out. I reached back blindly to put them on the table for my eyes were fixed on her knees.

She allowed the tension to build for a couple of seconds and then she slowly opened her legs once more. It was theatrically done but she did it with an ease borne of long practice.

With her legs bounding my body I could do nothing but stare at her sex. She had an incredibly pronounced mound. It was perfectly depilated and the light caught it as if it had been anointed with oil.

I have no time for pornography and I had never been this close to another woman’s sex; the only frame of reference I could use was my own body. My inner labia are quite prominent and clearly visible. Hers were hidden but gave the impression that they might burst forth at any moment.

For the same reason my clitoris sits quite deep but I had the feeling that hers would break the surface with little effort. I imagined that simple, every day, routines would serve to stimulate her and I wondered if that would be a gift or a curse. I would never admit to anyone the number of times I have pressed myself against the machine as it goes through its spin cycle.

“Do you like it?”

I answered “Yes” reflexively but found that it was true. I have no idea what research had been done to choose this particular young woman but she had a beauty that overcame guilt. I was left with the feeling that anyone who was exposed to her would have succumbed.

“Come closer…”

I leaned inwards conscious of my pulse pounding at my temples. She had used perfume on her thighs. It was subtle but, once I was aware of it, I could not ignore its musky presence.

I pulled up short, inches away, as she gently ran a fingertip along the length of her sex. This released a new scent, familiar from my own fingers, but it complemented her perfume almost perfectly to form a potent, heady, hybrid. For a second or two I wondered if it had been designed exclusively for her. Were such things possible?

Her finger pressed a little deeper, adding more esters, and then she took it away altogether. Her sex had opened beneath her touch to reveal a glistening pink interior and I had to swallow to clear my mouth

My senses were being assailed one at a time each falling to her raw sexuality. My nostrils were flared, my eyes were fixed, and I could not rid myself of the feeling that it was all calculated.

She let the tension build, knowing that I was facing the greatest challenge of all, and then, with a perceptive smile she softly spoke the words that I dreaded to hear.

“Lick it.”

I knew that if I had, at any time, suggested to my parents that I was gay they would have given me their unqualified support and so it was distressing that it was their faces that came to mind as I bent under a heavy sense of shame.

I must have hesitated for a number of seconds but for her it was of no consequence. If I demurred she lost nothing and so she simply waited letting me wrestle with my own anguish.

I held my breath and braced myself. I drew nearer still and forced my tongue between my lips touching the very tip of it to her sex.

It was warm and pliant and I slipped just a little way inside. Having taken the first step I took a breath but, at such close quarters, her scent was even more intoxicating and with it came her taste.

It was sharp on my tongue, not at all what I was expecting, and I slipped out. Gathering myself, I tried again. I pressed a little more boldly and went deeper.

The inner heat of her came as a shock, and I wondered if this was common, but the taste I found here was altogether different. It was much richer, a little musty but not unpleasantly so. It was now more in keeping with the scent that enveloped me.

I stayed still, assimilating the sensory input, but I knew that more was expected tuzla escort of me. I began to slowly lick along the length of her labia bending my head to start each long stroke from the base of her sex. .

“That’s nice…”

Her labia seemed to cling to my tongue in a welcoming embrace and there was something soothing in what I was doing. I kept it up for some minutes and I was able to detach myself from reality but when I felt her body beginning to tremble almost imperceptibly I realised that I was getting to her.

Without knowing why I plunged my tongue deep inside and she gave a heartfelt groan. She was so wet that she leaked and I found myself swallowing. I wanted to dislike it but there was something indefinable something just a little worrying.

I tried to refocus on the mechanics of what I was doing. I moved upwards and she brought her hand down in anticipation. Using two fingers she pressed herself open to reveal the neat bud of her clitoris.

I had never given much thought to the size of my clitoris. It was appreciably larger but hers but clearly no more sensitive. I licked with just the tip of my tongue and she started to moan almost immediately.

I licked slowly in tight circles but it was hard to work by feel alone. I was guided by the tight hood which helped me to keep in bounds.

My technique may have been lacking but the fact that I was an ingénue must have been a turn on for her. She started to raise her hips to meet me and urged me on but I found it hard to stay with her.

“Suck me!”

It was the obvious, natural, thing to do, had I surrendered to my instincts, but I had not been able to let go altogether. Now, I pursed my lips at the apex of her sex and sucked gently whilst darting my tongue rapidly.

She immediately gave up any pretence of control. She continued to hold herself open but her free hand found its way to the back of my head and she held me tightly as her body started to jerk spasmodically.

I felt attuned to her orgasm. I was pleased not just because I had been able to do it but, in some way, I shared her exultation. As soon as this thought was formed I felt a knot of fear in my stomach.

As her climax ebbed she relaxed her grip on my head and then released me altogether. I rolled my head on my shoulders, to ease my neck muscles, and shaped to get up but she brought me up short.

“We’re not finished yet.”

I felt a flash of anger. I had come through the ordeal, and that was the goal that I had originally set for myself, but, without knowing it, she was right. I had to know how far things could go.

Her sex looked different now. Her clitoris had retreated to its shell but her inner lips were still slightly open reminding me of petals about to draw together for the night.

“Lick me gently.”

Now that the heat of the moment behind us it was harder to bring myself to do it. I gave a silent count to three and willed myself forward.

Moisture had cooled her sex, making it less edifying, but the feel of my tongue was enough to warm her quickly. I worked my way over her mound, wondering how it could be so taut and smooth, but she wanted more.

“Let me feel it inside.”

Oddly, it took a little more effort this time to broach the portal but it was to find that the empty well had been replenished. Her juices flowed over my tongue once more and her taste filled my mouth. As it did so I felt, for a second, just a little light-headed as if a drug had been administered.

I stayed still with my tongue rooted and I was intrigued to feel her squeezing at me. This was no random contraction but a controlled rippling that seemed to pull me even further in only to flood me with more moisture.

It was certainly a unique talent but, more than that, it served to arouse her. Over the next few minutes she grew noticeably hotter and as, from time to time, her thighs brushed my face I was aware of a fine sheen of perspiration.

I was little more than a spectator as she held me close once more and I was helpless as she stimulated her clitoris by using the bridge of my nose. She was unhurried but I was becoming ever more uncomfortable.

My knees and lower back were complaining and I knew that my tongue, just a little numb at that point, was going to hurt. I was also getting a little red in the face. As she grew more excited she had began to squeeze with her thighs to the extent that I was struggling to breathe properly.

Finally, she squeezed and did not let go. My ears were pressed in a ringing silence and my nostrils were pinched closed. I took a desperate breath but only to fill my lungs with moisture laden air.

I reached the point where I was about to fight her off but she had judged her moment. A sudden, painful, tightening heralded the onset of her second climax and, somewhere far off, I heard her crying out.

For a few seconds I was a rag doll wrenched by the pleasurable palpitations which were racking her body and then it was over. She unclenched her legs and set me free as she slumped on the sofa breathing heavily.

Nothing was said as we both recovered. Finally she sat up and straightened her hair.

“You did well for your first time. It was really nice.”

I almost thanked her but thought better of it. She seemed unfazed and reached down to touch my face.

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Time dragged on and I pined for her. My every thought was tainted with the image of her, with the imagined taste and smell and feel of her. Linda was driving me mad, and if she had any idea she hid it very well. I needed desperately to be with her, but she had shown no interest in other women, and I didn’t know how to coax her into such an encounter. I did have a plan, if it could be called that.

My plan was basically to invite her to a private “study” session, get her good and drunk, and make a move on her. Very creative, I know. Along with the fact that it was a stale idea, it had another great flaw. It required me to make the move, to be the dominant one in the encounter. Through my experiences with Maggy and Jennifer I had become certain that this was not what I wanted.

For this reason, along with an inexplicable timidity that overcame me every time I was in Linda’s presence, I could not force myself to attempt an execution of my plan. Many times I tried, but each and every time ended with my face blushing and my tongue wrestling with itself.

To my great relief Linda made her own move, preempting me and ending the need for my completely useless plan. She proposed a girls night out of sorts, dinner and a movie. I didn’t think she had intended it as a date in the slightest, though I had my hopes. I was a little apprehensive about the movie part. I don’t really get along with movie theaters, for many reasons. But this was a chance at Linda. I would walk on glass for that, I think I could endure a movie theater for her.

I dressed casually for the night, but sexy. I wore the tightest pair of jeans I had, almost killing myself in the process of putting them on. The top half consisted of an itty bitty tee shirt that showed off my flat stomach. Linda was going to swing by and pick me up so we could save money on gas. I sat on my couch awaiting her. I had sweaty palms, and an anchor in my stomach. I looked at my watch. I was ready twenty minutes early.

I leapt up to open the door when I hear the knocking announcing her arrival. She was here early. I yanked the door and my jaw flew to the floor. Obviously my dressing casually had been a mistake. Linda was dressed in a black skirt that went just a little past halfway to her knees, and a lavender blouse. The skirt showed far too much of her shapely legs for the sake of my sanity, and the combination of her ample breasts, a tight blouse, and the fact that quite a few of the top buttons were undone created a stunning effect. I found that I had to repeatedly think to myself ‘her mouth talks, not her tits.’

“I just realized that I looked at the wrong time for the movie,” she explained, “we’re going to have to hurry. It starts soon.”

We quickly descended the stairs and made our way through the parking lot. It was a good thing she was going to drive, because I don’t think I could have peeled my eyes away from her long enough to look at the road. I found her leading me to a newish sports car

“Buckle up,” she reminded me as she started the car.

As we squealed and screeched out of my apartment parking lot I changed my stance on who should have been driving. Linda was a beast. She was by far the most aggressive driver I had ever ridden with. At stop signs she did nothing more than slow down to 15, she rode other cars so closely I couldn’t even see their tires, and she swerved in and out of lanes like she was out of control on an icy road.

I found myself welcoming the sight of her sexy legs to distract me from everything flying by and all of the narrowly avoided collisions. When we finally slammed to a halt in the movie theater parking lot I gave thanks to whatever higher authority might have preserved me through that wild ride and then made my escape from the car.

“Wow!” was all I said.

“Sorry, that was a little rough.”

“Just a little.”

“But I got us her in time, didn’t I?”

“On time, and alive somehow,” I conceded, but my grin revealed to her that I wasn’t truly upset.

We made our way through the ticket line, and considered the concessions stand.

“I don’t think we have time, unless you don’t mind missing the start of the movie,” Linda said.

There aren’t many things that bother me more than missing the beginning of a movie. On top of that, snacks only irritate me because they add background noise, which I usually have enough of in a theater anyway. So we decided to forgo the snacks.

We entered the screen room and quickly found some seats. The theater was surprisingly unoccupied, so we were able to find good seats that were neither too far away nor too close. There was a devil on my shoulder telling me to insist on seats in the back so Linda and I could engage in less than wholesome activities, but I ignored it.

In the pale flickering light, I was unable to fully study Linda’s body as much as I would have liked, but perhaps that made it even more enticing. In the dim light the curves of her calves and the swell of her breasts looked even more inviting, even istanbul escort more seductive.

If my life depended on it, I could not tell you anything about that movie we watched. When I was not furtively taking in the visual delight that Linda was, I was staring at the screen but seeing her. I found my thoughts fixated on her perfect calves. I had never known myself to have a leg fetish before, but her calves fascinated me. I could imagine myself spending an eternity lavishing my kisses upon her legs, worshiping them with my tongue, massaging them.

When the credits began to roll, I was still lost in my own little dream land. In that dream I was Linda’s servant, and oh the tasks she had for me! When she stood to leave, I was yanked back into cruel reality.

“That was kind of disappointing,” she remarked.

“I’ve seen worse,” I replied, a grin lighting my face as I referred to something else entirely.

Linda gave me an odd little look but said nothing more.

We went back to her car and exited the parking lot. She drove a bit more gently this time around, though the aggressiveness was still there. It was controlled enough now that I found it kind of arousing.

“Do you like Italian?” she queried.

‘Not really, but I like you,’ I thought of saying for a brief moment. I settled for, “Sure,” instead.

“That didn’t sound very convincing.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just in a funny mood tonight.”

“Do you even want to go out for dinner then? I can just drop you off at your apartment if you want.”

I panicked. That was definitely not what I wanted. “No!”. It escaped me with far too much conviction to be explainable by anything other than a deep consuming desire to spend time with her. “Let’s go ahead. We’re already out, no reason to waste the night.”

If she noticed the strength of my outburst, she did not choose to acknowledge it. We went to a locally owned Itallian restaurant. We were seated. I have never been a drinker and I was unfamiliar with the whole wine thing, so Linda ordered a bottle for both of us in order to introduce me.

I ended up ordering some dish I could barely pronounce consisting of pasta and chicken. Linda ordered a similarly unpronounceable and similarly assembled dish.

We conversed about personal life. I heard a lot about Linda’s ex-husband, she learned about my little family feud that had recently been somewhat healed. I was careful to skirt around the issue of Maggy’s Sapphic tendencies.

I had little tolerance for alcohol, and I didn’t want the wine to trick me into talking about the more intimate encounters I’d had with Maggy. I wasn’t even comfortable with them; I was sure they would freak Linda out. Perhaps it was just the wine, but I thought I could feel some definite sexual innuendo emanating from Linda, and I definitely didn’t want to ruin that.

While the table hid her luscious legs from my view, it did nothing to conceal the also enticing upper part of her body. Her golden hair cascaded down over her shoulders to frame her exquisite cleavage. I discovered that keeping my eyes on her face was like trying to keep a compass pointing south. The slight buzz from the wine certainly wasn’t helping me control myself.

“Sophie, are you OK? You’re acting kind of funny.”

“It’s the wine.” That wasn’t true.

“You’ve barely even had any.”

“I told you I couldn’t hold it.” That wasn’t as true as I was acting it was either.

“I don’t think you should have any more then.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” I muttered with as good a fake slur as I could muster. I was forming a wicked scheme.

All throughout the meal I couldn’t taste my food, because my mind kept imagining the taste of her flesh. I wanted so badly to lave her whole body with my tongue, to take all of her in my mouth, and to pleasure her utterly.

When finally we finished, she drove me home. All the way I stared out the window, pretending to be out of it.

She walked me up the stairs to my apartment, the obvious reason being concern for me in my “drunken” state. Of course I hoped there was more to it than that. We reached my door, and the time came for my evil plot to go into action. I stopped and whirled unsteadily to face her.

“Linda,” I began, then paused like I imagined a drunk would do.

“Yes . . .”

“Have you ever – been with a woman?” Being “drunk” gave me the excuse to be so forward. It was a safety net. I could probe the waters with little fear of consequences. If she responded positively I would have that information to act on in the future, and if she didn’t I would have a plausible excuse for my behavior.

“Why do you ask?”

“You’re a very attractive woman Linda.”

“So are you Sophie. But you’re drunk. You should go to bed.”

“I’m not that drunk. You should kiss me.” I was getting bolder than I had expected myself to. I began to wonder if maybe my drunkenness was not all an act.

She hesitated for a moment. istanbul otele gelen escort “Goodnight Sophie.” She began to walk away.

I grabbed her hand, forcing her to halt. “You can’t leave until you kiss me Linda.”

She darted in quicker than I had expected and planted her lips on mine. I had expected a quick peck. Instead I got a long, passionate kiss. Her tongue invaded my mouth and roamed freely. This was definitely a positive response.

When finally she broke the kiss, she still lingered near for a moment longer and we both savored each other’s scent and searched each other’s eyes. Then she turned to leave, saying goodnight again.

I held on to her hand still, and would not release her. “You’ve been drinking too, Linda. You shouldn’t drive.”

She was probably fine, and she was about to argue for a moment. But we both knew what she wanted, and she stopped herself. She closed for another kiss, pinning me against the door and exploring my mouth.

Her hands caressed the sides of my face and the back of my neck, as well as traveling up and down my back. Meanwhile, my hands fumbled for the doorknob. When I was at last able to open the door, we both fell into my apartment and nearly ended up sprawled on the floor.

With our faces still attached at the lips, we made our way to my bedroom. Linda threw me down on the bed and got above me. Her mouth was back at mine, and then she kissed along the side of my face, working her way to nibbling on my earlobe. Then she worked her way down the side of my neck to my collar bone. There she stopped.

“We shouldn’t do this now Sophie. You’re drunk.”

“I’m not that bad,” I insisted.

“Yes you are Sophie,” something about her tone led me to believe I should not argue. “We’re not doing this tonight.”

She was taking charge, and it was in my best interest to obey. I did so, disappointed. She got off the bed and removed my shoes for me, then walked out of the room. I curled up on my side and lay there, waiting for sleep to take me. I jumped a little when I felt her descend back onto the bed. She lay on her side behind me and draped her arm over my waist, pulling me to her.

I drifted to sleep with a smile on my face.

When I woke in the morning, I was still in Linda’s grasp and the smile was back on my face. She still slept, so I lay still for a while enjoying her embrace. I yearned for more than a sleepy embrace though, and eventually my patience wore out. I started tracing my fingers along the back of her hand and then her forearm in an attempt to gently rouse her.

That didn’t seem to work. Another, more mischievous idea occurred to me. First I took the arm that she had draped across me and moved it so that her hand grasped my breast. Then I snuck one of my hands down into my pants and fingered myself for a second. Awkwardly I reached that same hand behind her and tried to rub my scent under her nose. It didn’t seem to work too well, but it was a fun idea.

She finally woke. Still half in a daze, she seemed to have forgotten where she was despite my little reminder. She sat up with a start. Then she seemed to recall last night, and the flame of desire was back in her eyes.

Without pausing to make sure that I recalled last night, or to make sure that I was all right with it, she rolled me onto my back and glued her mouth to mine once more. Without having to worry about pretending to be drunk I was able to enjoy the experience much more now.

“I wasn’t really drunk last night,” I admitted when the kiss finally ended.

“I know. I wasn’t convinced for a minute.”

“Then why did you stop? You could have had me then.” I was a little upset. We had already lost so much time.

“If you’re going to pretend, you have to accept the consequences.”

“I’m not pretending anymore,” I said.

She said nothing, but kissed me again. Then her mouth was traveling down my neck while her hands worked their way under the hem of my shirt. I sat up for a moment so she could pull the shirt up over my head, and slipped out of my bra while I was at it. My heart beat accelerated rapidly as I exposed myself before this woman I had longed for for so long.

I lay back again and she started kissing the junction of my collarbones. Her tongue slipped out and she licked along the bone to my shoulder, which she nipped gently. She worked her way like this all around my upper body, intentionally avoiding my breasts just to tease me.

When finally my jeans came off and I was completely exposed and vulnerable before her, my whole body ached for release. But she subjected my legs to the same treatment, starting at the inside of one thigh and making her way all the way around my leg as she worked her way downward. When she reached that foot she switched to the other leg and worked her way back up.

By the time she finished my whole body was tingling. When her mouth reached its final destination, my pussy was eager for her. pendik escort She kissed my pussy much as she had kissed the rest of my body. They were short, rapid, gentle kisses. Occasionally her tongue would flick out and lick from the bottom to the top, flicking over my clit. It was not long at all before I had a tremulous little orgasm.

Linda did not stop her attentions, but she changed them a little. Licking become more prevalent, rather than kissing. She stimulated me with her tongue at a rapid pace now. I lost my perception of time for a while, laying in the sweet state of ecstasy she put me in. Eventually I had another orgasm, and time came back to me. I found my hands tangled in Linda’s hair, though I had no memory of putting them there.

“It’s your turn now,” I purred.

I got off the bed, holding her hand, and I sank to my knees. She stood, and I knelt at her bare feet. I began by planting kisses first on one foot, and then on the other. I switched from one side to the other as I slowly made my way up towards her calves. As I reached them, I made sure to move around the sides of her legs as much as I could without getting up. I couldn’t bear for my lips to be parted from her flesh for that long.

I worshiped her legs with my lips and with my tongue, just as I had desired to do last night. I tantalized my way up her legs until I got to the bottom of her skirt, which I began to push upward. She unzipped it instead, and I dragged it down off of her to reveal her silky panties. I began my worship again, paying special attention to the insides of her thighs.

When I reached her panties, I licked her through the fabric, treasuring the low throaty sound that escaped from her mouth. I hooked my fingers in her panties and drew them down off of her hips. Her pubic hair was groomed into a neat little rounded triangle pointing down to that most precious orifice. I didn’t think I had ever beheld so perfect a sight.

I put my tongue to work pleasing her. I realized soon that she had a much muskier taste and scent than Jennifer and Maggy, the only other women I had tasted. While my tongue performed, Linda removed the clothing that hid her upper body from me. When she was finally naked, her tempting tits hung down towards me, trying to seduce me away from her pussy, but I refused the bait and stayed right where I was.

Linda’s hand began to roam over her body. Low moans came from her throat, and her body began gyrating. When she finally came I captured the rush of her tangy fluid on my tongue and in my mouth.

Linda looked down at me and returned the smile that had taken over my face. I was so pleased with myself. I had become Linda’s servant. I was her sex slave, at least in my mind. I would perform her wishes, please her in any way, and that was better than any orgasm.

She ran her fingers over my cheek as our eyes rested in each others’.

“That was wonderful, Sophie,” she cooed.

I stood, and her mouth overwhelmed mine. We just kissed for a very long time. When our lips parted again I rested my head upon her shoulder and she held me.

“I’ve wanted this – you – for so long, Sophie,” she whispered in my ear.

“You have? So have I. I haven’t been able to think of anything else since I met you,” my reply rushed out.

She gave a small chuckle. “Last night you finally gave me a chance, and I almost didn’t take it because I was so nervous.”

“I didn’t notice, but maybe that’s because I was too nervous myself.”

“Or maybe it’s because you were trying to act drunk, you little imp.”

My relationship with Linda progressed very quickly. I don’t know if I would say we were in love, but there was definitely something there besides sexual attraction. We spent nearly every night together making love.

I convinced her to somewhat reluctantly slip into a role which allowed me to serve her. She was a little disappointed. While she was in a dominant position, it was still a docile one. Still, she enjoyed our lovemaking, and our relationship flourished despite that one nagging issue.

After only about three weeks, we decided to take a big step. I moved in with her.

I knelt in her – our living room unpacking books. A bit of nostalgia overcame me and I started reading bits and pieces of each, remembering when I had last read them and where I had been in my life then. So enraptured was I that I did not hear Linda pad into the living room. She cleared her throat and I turned.

My jaw nearly hit the floor. Dangling from her hand was Maggy’s strapon. At least, I still thought of it as Maggy’s. That was the biggest reason I had not revealed it to Linda, though I had dearly wanted to. I had forgotten about it and Linda must have come across it in a box.

“When did you get this?” She had a devilish gleam in her eyes.

I hesitated for a second. I didn’t want to lie to her, but I didn’t want to let her know anything about Maggy. “A while ago.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about it?”

I could see the hunger in her eyes. I couldn’t tell her I didn’t think she would like it, as that obviously wasn’t true. “I guess I felt kind of weird about it.” That was close to the truth. Every time I thought about it I thought about Maggy, and that definitely made me feel a little weird.

“I want to try it,” she said as she turned to walk back into her- our bedroom.

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Part 1: Maid service

Claire Madigan is an eighteen-year old beauty from Tucson, Arizona. After taking up golf at the age of nine, she soon showed the natural talent that would earn her an LPGA card at seventeen. Now out of high school, her first year on the pro tour has yielded four top ten finishes including a second at the Players and a tie for third at the US Open.

Claire is the perfect specimen for a professional golfer. She is five foot ten inches tall and one hundred and fifteen pounds. She is lean and slim and very fit. A gorgeous face tops off an incredible figure with a perfect tan, tight round ass, short blond hair and small firm breasts.

She was now bent over and eyeing a twelve-foot putt on the eighteenth green at Castle Rock Country Club, her home course. It was a pose not a single man in the gallery was ignoring. It was Saturday and the third of the four round Arizona State Championship. Clair was at nine under and even with Cassie Brooks and tied for the lead. She eased the putter back and stroked. Her club struck the ball and sent it on a trajectory some three feet right of the hole. Her speed was perfect and six feet from the hole the ball began curving left, found the right lip, ringed the hole nearly 180 degrees and dropped.

The gallery erupted as Claire retrieved her ball and slowly walked off of the green without acknowledging her playing partner, the caddies or the crowd. Once she had signed her scorecard she headed to the players locker room. She was hot and tired and all she wanted was to shower, go home and prepare for tomorrows final round away from all of the cameras and questions and unwanted attention.

As she entered the locker area she went directly to her assigned private dressing room ignoring anyone else who might be in there. The rooms were only ten by twelve feet but nicely done with a small sofa, closet, stocked mini fridge and private shower. She closed the door and immediately flopped onto the sofa, laid her head back and closed her eyes.

Claire’s next sensation was a soft knock at the door. Claire just sat there hopping who ever it was would go away. The knock came again. “What?” Claire called, sounding annoyed.

The door slowly opened and a head of short curly brown hair followed by the sweet face of a young girl peered into the room. “Sorry.” She offered. “I was supposed to put fresh towels in your room but I got pretty busy and, well, I guess I forgot.” Her right hand offered a stack of white bath towels through the door opening.

Claire pointed to the bathroom door. The girl entered the room and slowly made her way into the bath and deposited the towels on the counter. Claire watched her as she went past. She was short, maybe five feet tall and very slim with little breasts barely visible under her white blouse. She was wearing a knee length pleated black skirt and black loafers.

As the girl emerged from the bath Claire was still watching intently. “I was asleep.” She said.

“Excuse me?” The girl asked.

“When you knocked, I was asleep.” Claire explained.

“I’m sorry.” The girl offered.

“I was having a very nice dream.” Claire added.

The girl shrugged her shoulders. She had no idea what to say. “Sorry. I know what that’s like.” She offered.

“I doubt it?” Claire asked. Claire stood up and moved in front of the girl blocking her exit. “Because I was having a very erotic dream.” The fingers of Claire’s right hand picked through the curls at the side of her head. “Your too young to be having erotic dreams.” Claire’s fingers slid along the side of the girl’s face, down her jaw line and under her chin. “Right?” She asked.

The young girl was appearing a bit nervous. “I have dreams.” She said.

“Really?” Claire challenged. “Sexy dreams?” She asked.

“Sometimes.” The girl replied.

“Do you dream about your boyfriend?” Claire asked.

“I don’t have a boyfriend.” The girl said.

“Neither do I.” Said Claire. The girl nodded like now they had something in common. “You know why I don’t have a boyfriend?” She added.

The girl tried to shake her head but Claire still had her fingers under the girl’s chin. Claire lowered her head to the short girl and leaned in putting her mouth to her ear. “Because I don’t like boys.” Claire said. She pulled her mouth away from her ear and lifted her face enough so she could press her lips to the girl’s mouth. Claire kissed her gently and long letting her tongue find it’s way into the girl’s mouth and the young girl did not try to pull away.

Claire’s mouth finally pulled free and she leaned back to look at her up close. She was just as cute as she could be with flawless complexion and a fresh smile. “What’s your name?” Claire asked.

“Sammy.” She said. “Samantha but I have four brothers and they all call me Sammy”

“So what do you intend to do about it?” Claire asked.

“I don’t understand? The girl said

“Really?” Claire said. “You interrupted my sexy dream. I think you should be escort istanbul held responsible.”

“I still don’t understand.” Sammy said. “Do you want to go back to sleep? I promise I won’t interrupt you again.” She added. “I’ll make sure no one else does either.”

Claire smiled. She leaned in and kissed her again, just a quick one. “Go lock the door and come back over here.” Claire ordered. The girl just stood there looking a Claire. “Now!” Claire said firmly.

Sammy turned and walked to the door and turned the lock. When she turned back around Claire had pulled her tee top over her head and was unsnapping her bra. She dropped it off of her shoulders and tossed it to the floor. “I said to come back here.” Claire looked as Sammy with a stern face.

Sammy slowing walked to in front of Claire. “If we are going to get along, you are going to have to listen better.” Claire cupped her face in both hands and kissed her gently. “Have you ever been with another girl?”

Sammy hesitated trying to understand just what Claire was asking her. Finally she said softly. “I’ve never been with anyone.”

“Well my sweet little Sammy, love, tomorrow.” Claire stopped and waited.

“Tomorrow, what?” Sammy finally asked.

“Tomorrow.” Claire kissed her. “You won’t.” She kissed her again. “Be able to say that.” Claire pushed her tongue into Sammy’s mouth and the young girl again did not pull away.

Sammy was breathing deeply. “Take my shorts off.” Claire instructed. Sammy just stood there until Claire stepped back. “Take them off, now.”

Sammy finally stepped forward and slowly raised her left hand to find the waistband of Claire’s shorts and slide her fingers into it. She used her left thumb to unbutton them and then her right hand found the zipper and began to lower it. When the zipper was down Sammy slid her thumbs into the waistband and moved them to Claire’s sides and pushed.

Sammy could feel Claire wiggle her hips very slowly and just enough to aid Sammy and the shorts slid over her hips and to the floor. “Pick them up.” Claire said.

Sammy knelt down and as Claire would raise one foot and then the other, Sammy would pull the shorts free. When she started to stand again she felt Claire’s hands in her shoulders. “My panties.” She said.

Sammy paused and then raised her hands and slid her hands around Claire and up her hips. Her fingers gripped her elastic band and began to slowly pull them over her hips and down her legs. Claire lifted her right foot and Sammy pulled the panties off and then they repeated with the left. “Give them to me.” Claire said.

Sammy raised them and Claire took them in her right hand. “I’ve been wearing these all day.” Claire said. She held them out and touched them to Sammy’s nose. She waited and finally she heard Sammy take a deep breath. Claire tossed the panties to the floor and patted Sammy on top of the head. “Good girl.”

Claire put a hand at the back of Sammy’s head and pressed, urging her forward until her nose touched her pubic mound and Sammy flinched. When Sammy tried to pull back Claire patted her on top of the head. “You just let me drive, OK?” She said.

Sammy just knelt in front of her. “I need you to let me be in control. Do you understand?” Claire said.

Finally Sammy nodded. Claire patted her head. “Good.” She pressed the back of Sammy’s head again and this time she yielded without struggle. When her face touched Claire’s mound Claire grabbed her hair and turned her face so her mouth was at her labia. Claire pulled Sammy to her sex and she held her there. Claire eased her feet sideways opening herself to her new lover. Slowly she began to feel Sammy’s tongue extend and brush the folds of the labia and trace the length if her pussy. Claire was so turned on that she began to rock her hips in time with Sammy’s tongue.

“Oh sweetie.” Claire whispered. “Deeper. Go deeper for me.” Claire’s right hand still gripped Sammy’s hair. She slid the left hand down the right side of Sammy’s face gently patting her and urging her on. “Oh fuck.” Claire cried out. “I’m going to cum.” She began to thrust her hips rapidly onto Sammy’s mouth. She grunted as she began to coat Sammy’s face with her juices.

Claire felt Sammy begin to relax so she pulled her hair sharply upwards holding her captive. “Don’t stop. Not yet.” Sammy continued to use her tongue to pleasure Claire as Claire slowing road her climax to its ebb.

When Claire had finished she simply released the girl and walked into the bath closing the door. Sammy heard the shower running as she stood and straightened her clothing. She went to the sink and washed her face. When she looked into the mirror she saw her lips were puffy and he cheeks were bright red. She had no idea how she would explain any of this. She was confused and hated that she had let herself be manipulated so easily. But, she could feel a very nice wetness between her legs and she was quite aroused.

She turned to leave when Claire istanbul sınırsız escort opened the bathroom door. “Good, you’re still here.” Claire let the door open completely and she stood nude and wet from the shower. “Come here.” She stood and waited and finally put one hand on her hip as to indicate inpatients.

Sammy started to protest but found herself moving toward the open bathroom door. When she was inside and the two were again close together, Claire said. “Get undressed. I want to see your body.”

Sammy found herself without the ability to resist Claire. She began by kicking off her shoes and then pulled her blouse from the waistband of her skirt. She unbuttoned it and let if fall from her shoulders. Sammy did not need a bra but she always wore a very light weight cotton sports bra which she now pulled over her head. Sammy realized at this moment that she was looking forward to Claire doing the same things to her that Claire had just made her do. Sammy unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt and pushed it over her hips where it fell to the floor.”

Sammy slipped her fingers into her panties and looked at Clare. “Go ahead sweetie.” Claire said. Sammy lowered her panties and stepped out of them. When she straightened, Clare reached out and took her panties and sniffed them. Then she held them out and pressed then to Sammy’s nose. “Smell.’ Claire said. “You are one horny little sweetheart, you are.”

Sammy breathed in. She could smell her own sex. Claire stepped into the shower that was still running. She held out a hand and Sammy took it and followed her in. Claire took a small sponge and soaped it generously then she handed it to Sammy. “Wash me.” She instructed.

Sammy took the sponge and brought it to Claire’s shoulder and began to soap her arm. Claire took Sammy’s chin in her right hand and kissed her deeply. “My pussy. Wash my pussy.” Sammy moved the sponge to Claire’s stomach and let it slowly slide over her abdomen and over her mound and down between her legs. Claire kissed her again and said. “How can you see what you’re doing from this angle?” Sammy began to kneel down and Claire patted her head and said. “That’s a good girl.”

Sammy proceeded to wash Claire thoroughly and repeatedly as Claire leaned against the shower wall and closed her eyes and enjoyed the attention. Finally she straightened and pushed Sammy’s hand away and looked at her kneeling in front of her. Claire swung her right leg in front of her and twisted so she was now facing the wall. She spread her legs and arched her back. “Wash.” She said.

Sammy brought the sponge to Claire and began to soap her ass and between her legs. Sammy put her left hand on Claire’s left hip to steady her. Claire was rocking and her hips rolled in tune with Sammy’s sponging. After a time Claire took Sammy’s left hand and pulled it in front of her to her mound. She guided Sammy’s fingers to her clit and worked them until Sammy had figured out the rhythm Claire wanted.

Claire continued to rock on Sammy’s hands for a good while and then suddenly she took the hand held showerhead off of its hook and rinsed all of the soap from her backside. She simply dropped the showerhead then she turned to look at Sammy and reached back with her right hand and grabbed her hair and pulled her face to her ass. “Do me again.” Claire turned back to face the wall and arched her back as Sammy’s lips found her ass cheek. She began to spread kisses over both cheeks and down the back of her legs and strained to get to Claire’s pussy. Sammy shoved her tongue between Claire’s legs and licked her and kissed the inside of her thighs.

Sammy saw movement at the sides of her head. It was Claire’s hands reaching for Sammy. Claire strained until she reached Sammy’s head and then grabbed her hair in both hands. Claire pulled Sammy upward until Sammy’s nose slid between Claire’s ass crack. Claire urged her higher and Sammy’s lips were pressed into the crack. “Lick me.” Claire demanded. Sammy pushed her tongue forward and it hit the bottom of Claire’s crack. Claire began to pull Sammy’s head so it slid up and down along her ass crack. Each time Sammy’s tongue rubbed over Claire’s anus Claire would grunt and push her ass back into Sammy’s face. “Oh God yes.” Claire said.

Sammy found herself entranced with licking Claire’s anus and began to try to push her tongue into it. She would wiggle it and Claire would push backwards and Sammy licked and finally felt her tongue enter her lovers ass and Claire cried out in pleasure and began fucking Sammy’s tongue to a second and even more intense climax. The fingers on Sammy’s left hand was still embedded in Claire’s vagina and she felt Claire’s juice begin to flow over them. Claire worked her ass on Sammy’s mouth for another couple of minutes before she collapsed against the shower wall.

Finally she negotiated around the young girl who was still kneeling behind her until she was turned around and looking at her. She bent kadıköy escort down and took her under the armpits and helped her to her feet. Claire had turned off the shower and now reached for a towel. She handed it to Sammy. “Dry me off.” She stepped out of the shower and seemed to be inpatient waiting for Sammy to step out and go to work. When she finally had Claire dried off, Sammy said. “Will you have sex with me now?”

Claire looked at her and laughed then she took the young girl in her arms and hugged her tenderly. “Would you like that?” Claire asked.

Sammy nodded. “I need to hear you say it. Would you like me to fuck you?”

“Yes.” Sammy said softly.

“Fine then. But I have to get home before my family gets worried. I’ll give you my address. Can you come and see me tonight?”

Sammy thought and said. “Yes.”

“Can you spent the night with me?” Claire asked. “The entire night?”

Sammy said. “Yes.

“Good.” Claire said. “You’ll get all the sex you ever wanted tonight.” Claire patted her on the head and set down on the stool with her legs apart. She held Sammy’s left hand in hers. “Now go on. Get out of here so I can get dressed.”

Sammy pulled away but Claire held her fingers firmly. Claire smiled. “I want a kiss good bye.”

Sammy smiled and leaned in and kissed Claire on her waiting lips. When she finally pulled away and tried to stand, Claire still held her fingers tight. Sammy looked at her confused.

Claire smiled. I said I want a kiss good bye.” She leaned back against the toilet tank and spread her legs as wide as possible. Sammy finally moved close and knelt in front of her once again. She leaned into Claire ready to please her one more time. “Wait.” Claire said and Sammy stopped and looked at her.

Claire lifted her left leg and pulled it close and grasped the ankle with her left hand then she repeated the move with her right leg. She leaned her knees outwards until she had spread herself as wide as possible. “There you go sweetie?”

Sammy put her hands at the back of Claire’s legs and leaned in pressing her mouth to Claire’s pussy. She began to make long slow licks from Claire’s ass hole to her clit and pushing her tongue deep into Claire each tine she passed her vaginal canal. She sucked her clit at the top of her pass and wiggled her tongue against the anus at the bottom, Claire moaned at every new sensation trying to arch her back and lift her ass off of the seat. Sammy, for the first time in her life, felt empowered and in control, the girl setting before her was in ecstasy and it was because of her, what she was doing to her.

Sammy pushed her tongue as deeply inside of Claire’s vagina as possible and began to wiggle her tongue along the inside of her sex. Claire was writhing on the seat and whimpering and breathing in gasps. “Holly shit. Holly shit.” Claire cried.

Claire’s juices started to flow onto Sammy’s tongue in waves and she lapped at her new lover trying to salvage every drop. When Sammy was certain that Claire was spent, she stood and used a washcloth to clean her face. She gathered her clothes and went into the other room to dress. Claire’s feet dropped to the floor and she leaned her head on the adjacent counter top. When she heard Sammy close the dressing room door she just smiled.

Part 2: An evening with friends

At eight thirty, Claire’s family had finished dinner and were all spread around the house doing various things. Her older brother Paul, three years her senior, was downstairs in the gym lifting free weights as he did twice daily. Her sister Tracy, a year and a half older, was reading a glamour magazine in the living room. She was setting beside their mother, Anna whom was just turning forty-two. Her father Michael was in the family room watching the Saturday evening news and Claire was in her bedroom with a neighbor friend and classmate,

“I don’t care.” Said Tess. “I don’t think that’s fair.”

“Come on Tess.” Claire pleaded. You know I don’t do that and I know how much you like to.”

Tess shook her head. “I like to do it with you, just you, you know that.”

“But she’s gorgeous. You’ll see, I promise.” Claire said, “Please say you will. Please”

Tess looked at her. “How gorgeous?”

Claire giggled and hugged her friend. “Oh thank you, thank you.” Clair squealed. “You won’t be sorry, I promise.”

“I didn’t agree.” Tess said.

The two girls were setting cross-legged on Claire’s bed as Claire leaned over and kissed Tess on the cheek. “You will.”

Tess held Claire’s face in her hands as she kissed her longtime lover. “So, how much time do we have until she gets her?” Tess asked.

Claire giggled. “I have no idea. Why do you ask?”

Tess smiled and pulled her tee shirt over her head. She was not wearing a bra, Claire followed suit. The two girls rose to their knees and unsnapped their pants in unison. Then, then lay down on their backs and wiggled their way out of tight jeans. Claire was slightly faster and was on her back with her knees drawn up high awaiting Tess.

Tess crawled in between Claire’s legs and thumbed Claire’s panties, pulling them over her hips and up her thighs. Tess quickly worked the panties off of each leg and tossed them. When she leaned down toward the pussy she was always craving she started to laugh. “What the fuck?” She said.

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We had been waiting a long time for this morning. The explanations, the fights, the defensive reactions, the loving, the caring, the passion – the worth of it all could not be measured in material terms. Annette and I knew that come what might, this morning, and the event that lay ahead would change not just our lives, but the lives of every American, and in time, human society.

We had been making plans for two months. Annette’s parents would attend, while I couldn’t believe my luck – my ex-husband, Sam was coming. He had been pretty nice about it all – he even joked that he wouldn’t mind giving his own wife away. When I told him that Annette and I were getting married, come May, he had laughed and said that we deserved it, especially after what he had put me through when I told him I loved another woman.

Our friends would be there of course. Many of them had ceremonies of their own to attend. We had planned a small celebration in the evening with Jack & his prospective spouse, a college professor from Illinois, who had moved to Cambridge five years ago. I knew Jack from my days with Sam, when Jack was the out-and-out gay in our group. I couldn’t believe I had even joked about it. That was before I discovered my own feelings, and before I discovered Annette.

We were all good friends now. The last couple of years had been good all around. A lot of the old animosities had died down as the people who mattered in my life had come to accept my preferences. I could even go into the local public houses with Annette, and be served without a smirk from the regulars. Not that we didn’t face some unpleasantries. In fact, since the judgment, some people who had earlier seemed non-committal came out against us. I didn’t blame them, but I didn’t expect them to understand.

We were going to the clerk’s office, then straight to the courthouse to get a waiver on the traditional 3-day waiting period, and then back again for the actual civil ceremonies. I couldn’t wait. I was wearing a dress that I had selected at Lord’s. It was mauve silk, with a velvet lining. Annette was wearing a special dress her parents had got her. I hadn’t seen it yet. Our friends were dressing her up. I had elected to dress myself. For some reason, I wanted to be alone this morning.

I wiped a tear and proceeded to the shower. I prepared myself for my bride. We had abstained from sex for a month now, promising to make it up to each other in the days and nights ahead. I felt a tingle run through my body as I imagined our life ahead. I let my fingers run down my belly and across my vagina, as I imagined Annette caressing me, a woman, a love and a wife. A smile crossed my face at that last thought.

I dried myself off, and got dressed. I was wearing pale blue garters and a matching set of underwear, white heels and stockings. istanbul eskort Annette and I had visited a spa earlier this week, separately of course. The women at the spa had laughed and said they were twice as busy this wedding season. I could imagine – not a few people would be queuing at the courthouse in the weeks to come.

Once ready, I took a look at myself in the mirror. I saw a thirty-seven year old white blonde, 5’9″, with a good body, if I said so myself. I took a deep breath and stepped out to face the brave new world.

I drove to the Cambridge Courthouse on Thorndike St. I smiled to myself, when I remembered that I had met Annette at the Galleria Mall, not far away. I was shopping for shoes when I met her. She had complimented me on my taste, and we had ended up having lunch together. I still don’t know if she intended to seduce me, but in a week, I was driving to Beacon Hill for my first-ever infidelity and that too, with a woman. I had had the occasional flirtation before, but never anything serious. She had been a gentle lover, and taught me more than I imagined possible about the pleasures of the body, heart and soul.

As I drove on, I reminisced about that first time, when I truly became a woman, and when I found a new love. She had drawn me into her home, touching me by the fingertips. I followed, spellbound by this beautiful woman, who made me feel like a sixteen-year old again. She had handed me a slender glass of wine, and indicated the plush loveseat by the bay window. I settled in, looking up at her, and smiling. She remained standing, but moved closer and gently moved a few errant hairs off my forehead.

“What am I doing here,” I had mused. “You are a woman, and I am married.”

“Then why don’t you leave?”

“I can’t – I want to be here – with you. I want – you.”

At that, she had lowered herself beside me and started kissing my face. I turned and let her feel my willing lips. She pulled me closer. Her tongue ran across my mouth, demanding entry. I opened my mouth and it slipped in. I felt her soft breasts brushing against mine. She was wearing a loose caftan. I slipped my hand in and felt her breasts hanging free. At my touch she leaned back and let my hands unfasten her sash. As it fell away, the caftan opened, giving me my first look at her warm body. She was all woman, her breasts were full and I could feel a soft belly. I climbed over her and began kissing her forcefully, letting my fingers do the talking. She responded in kind, making me squirm in pleasure. I could feel her fingers reaching up my skirt and inserting themselves beneath my panties. I was wet and ready. I came for the first time as she touched me. It wasn’t the last, not by a long shot.

We had carried out an afternoon affair for a istanbul eve gelen escort year. She was an author, and as I reminded myself often in the first months, I was a WASP soccer mom, not a dyke. It finally hit me how much I cared for her when she fell terribly ill that winter. I had spent many nights caring for her, changing wet towels and applying them to her forehead. Sam knew we were friends. He told me later he had even suspected we were more than that once or twice, but never truly believed it. The next spring, I had finally made up my mind. It broke my heart to tell Sam I was leaving him. We had had a good life together. He did not neglect me, but I wanted something else.

I felt a tear cross my cheeks as I pulled the car into the parking lot of the courthouse. We were going to park there and go to the town hall together. I saw Annette standing on the steps with her parents. She looked positively radiant, with a pale green dress, her hair made up high, and a bouquet of flowers in her hands.

I kissed her, and her parents. They were wonderful people. We had spent last winter with them in Florida, and I felt a special affection for her mother who had taken to me instantly. I felt a pang of regret that my own parents were not with us. I knew that many battles still lay ahead of us, but quickly put that thought behind me.

We got into her van and set off for the clerk’s office. The parking lot was almost full, and it was only eight in the morning. I could see many couples we knew, and some were already leaving. Things must have started early today.

The clerk was a pleasant lady in her forties who quickly issued us the necessary forms relating to the intention to marry. Then it was back to the judge’s chambers for the waiver. Before I knew it, I was signing my name in the clerk’s register, Annette by my side.

“You may kiss the bride, or is that the brides”, said the clerk with a laugh, as I signed. I turned to Annette, and felt her gripping my hand tightly. There was a hush in the room, as if we were in a distant space. I could hear noises all about, but somehow this was our moment, and we were determined to make the most of it.

Annette and I embraced, as her parents and Sam threw some confetti at us. We then took our first kiss as married people. It had a special poignancy to it. I knew I would remember it for a long time to come. Then we posed for pictures in our bridal gowns. I could see many people doing the same around us. The halls were crowded with happy and gay people, pun intended. Applause was all that could be heard. There were black, white, Asian, Christian, Buddhist, humanists all.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of congratulations and photographs. I could feel Annette by my side göztepe escort throughout. In the evening, we dressed each other up, stealing many loving caresses as we did so. The party was a blast. The restaurant was filled with celebratory couples. Jack and Ignatius were looking marvelous, dressed in matching suits from J.A.Banks. We made promises to have each other over soon.

Soon I was on the steps of Annette’s Beacon Hill home, my home now too. She smiled at me and led me in. We closed the door behind us. We walked to the bedroom, not talking, just savoring the feeling. I took my shoes off and watched Annette with a loving smile.

As she undressed, my eyes drifted over her body. I could see her pink, erect nipples through the cups of her white lace bra. She was looking at me too. Needless to say, I was very nervous. Although, we had been naked together too many times to count, she was still a sight to behold. To change the mood, I put on a CD.

Still in her lingerie, she stepped into my arms. I had taken my bra off, but was wearing my panties. We danced close together. I put my hands on her hips. She nestled her head on my shoulder. I was taller, and loved it when she did that. I began to move my body against hers. I reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She moved back slightly and let it fall away. I felt her breasts slide against mine.

“Sweetheart, lover, lover, lover – we are together now. My dearest wife.” she murmured, as her hands slipped down and began to slide my panties off.

“Dearest wife, this is the best feeling I have ever had in my life.” I breathed into her ears. I let my tongue toy around her earlobes. I knew she liked that.

She squirmed in pleasure and squeezed me hard. She groaned as she pushed against my naked body. She was dancing to a different beat now. I knew her body well, and felt an orgasm building. I continued to hold her close, kissing her neck and ears. I moved my left hand to her thighs, and slipped my fore and index fingers into her sopping wet cunt. She groaned and burst into a shudder of orgasm. I felt her fingers thrust into my own cunt, bringing me to the edge.

She shook against me, and I felt wetness against our thighs. She pulled away then and fell back against the welcoming sheets. I could feel a reservoir of unused sexual energy building within me. My knees buckled and I fell to the floor before her legs.

She lifted me and we moved onto the bed. She rolled to her side and took me into her welcoming arms. We hugged each other. I could see tears running down her face. I knew my face was wet too. We kissed each other’s tears away. These were tears of joy, and pleasure. They were tears for all the women, and men, who had loved and lost, and then loved again.

The night never seemed to end. We pleasured each other in so many ways. We disdained any of our toys this night. It was a night for our bodies to experience a flowering that I knew was being replicated across the state this night.

Satiated, we finally rolled off each other, but slept holding each other close. The morning would dawn, as it must, and we would be changed, as was the world.

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My name is Marissa Cassell and I am a Freshmen at Midwestern University. I am 5′ 3″, 110lbs, with straight shoulder length blond hair, grayish blue eyes, and a very light complexion. I am a 34B, barely and wear a size 6. I am also sexually experienced, not a slut mind you, but I had my fair share of partners in High School and I enjoyed most of them, but always found something a little lacking. But going to college, there was one experience I had yet to try.

I was very bi-curious. In High School whenever I danced with my girlfriends I could feel myself getting warm and wet. I loved holding their hands or hugging them. I also treasured the occasional peck on the cheek or quick kiss from them or with them. But I had never had the opportunity to explore. I wanted to feel another woman, to taste her and her me. I was determined that in College, I would indulge that desire.

Midwestern had a ten-day Freshmen Orientation and started in mid-September unlike so many other schools. The ten-day Orientation was great because it was essentially one giant party without any adult supervision. It was on the first day of this Orientation that I met Sarah.

We both were moving into the same dorm and were attempting to use the same elevator. In the end a compromise was struck and we took our stuff up together breaking up the loads. She lived on the second floor and I the third. Saying that Sarah caught my eye would be an understatement. She was stunning. She was about 5′ 6″ with curly brown hair down to her shoulders and dark brown eyes. She was slim with perfect round breasts that begged for attention. The tight tube top she was wearing didn’t hurt. Her skin was a beautiful tan, almost an olive complexion. I wanted her the moment I saw her.

After I had successfully dragged all my stuff up to my room I began the long slow process of unpacking. As I was arranging some of my clothes in the closet I heard a knock at the door and Sarah asked if she could come in. I welcomed her in and she sat down on the bed watching me unpack. We began to talk about High School, our likes and dislikes. We discovered that we were both avid runners and we both also enjoyed to swim in the winter to cross-train. We also found we enjoyed many of the same novels: Jane Austen and Charles Dickins and music: Martina McBride and Faith Hill. We were fast friends. Before I knew it, three hours had passed, my room was completely organized and we were just sitting on the bed talking.

I offered to help her unpack seeing how she had helped me. She took me up on the offer and we went downstairs to her room. Due to distance, she had brought far less than me and it only took an hour and a half to unpack. Of course, the time passed so quickly as we were both engrossed in conversation. We ended up again, on the bed looking at each other and talking animatedly. Course, we couldn’t sit on the bed and talk forever, that, and I was certainly hungry. I asked her if she wanted to go out to find some food, since we had been moving in and un-packing for nearly five hours now. She agreed and we set off down University Place to the small downtown area just off Campus.

As we walked down the street I couldn’t help but glance at her and take her in. She was gorgeous. I thought of Mr. Darcy’s comment to Elizabeth and Miss Bingley in Pride and Prejudice about a woman being most attractive when walking. Looking at Sarah, I could hardly disagree. We decided upon Panera and moved inside. We both ordered Panini Sandwiches and sat down in the nearest booth.

We continued our conversation where we left off, discussing life in general. I think we were both determined to be the best of friends. Having only known each other for six or seven hours now, that necessitated long conversations to fill us in on everything. We talked about our favorite subjects, movies and actors, our favorite TV Shows, our Clothes and a host of other issues. I don’t remember eating my sandwich, but two hours later we left Panera and returned to Campus. We were fast friends. Walking behind her as we crossed the last street into campus, I couldn’t help but admire the sway of her body and her tight butt.

When we reached the dorm we went up to our rooms. It was getting late and we were both rather exhausted from the move. When I got into my room, I quickly closed the door. Leaning up against it I took a deep breath. I was so turned on. I could feel that I was turned on, not dripping, but enough. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid my hand in. My hand moved under my panties and I began to touch myself. I gently grazed my outer lips with my finger before sliding in and feeling how wet I was. I couldn’t help but think of Sarah. I wanted her so badly. I began to stroke my clit, moving my finger in gentle circles until I brought myself to a powerful, but unsatisfying orgasm.

I awoke the next morning to a knock at my door. Looking at my clock I saw that it was 11:00. I had slept in, but I didn’t have anything until a college welcome at 4:00. Throwing on my bathrobe I walked to the door and there was Sarah. She was wearing avrupa yakasi escort a black sports bra and tight black running shorts with a red stripe. She asked me if I wanted to run. Of course I did, I quickly changed into some running clothes. I wore a white sports bra with a loose wick away t-shirt along with a pair of blue running shorts.

I was out the door in only ten minutes and off we went. We ran toward the lake (on the East side of Campus) and turned South. We ran for twenty minutes south before turning around and returning to campus. It was great to have a running partner, especially one who turned me on so much. Neither of us said much, content to push the other and determine the others relative strengths and weaknesses. It allowed me more of an opportunity to look at her and I think I saw her looking at me. We broke a good sweat on our run and after a post-run congratulatory hug, we both went up to our respective floors to shower, planning on going to lunch at 2.

In the shower I couldn’t get the mental image of her running out of my head. I spent as much time stroking myself to an orgasm as I did washing. When I finally did cum, it was deep and I could feel my whole body tighten. It was wonderful. After showering I returned to my room. I changed into a pair of black thong panties, a matching black bra, a khaki skort and a black button up blouse. I was determined to knock her socks off. I felt like she was looking at me during my room and I hoped she was interested. The least I could do was dress to impress and hopefully determine through observation if she was thinking what I was thinking, or at least something PG-13.

I decided that I was going to find out what she thought this evening. I figured we would spend the evening in one or the other’s room, and that would be my opportunity to approach her. Course, my decision didn’t deal with how I was going to find out. That I think, was going to be left up to the moment and whatever impulse moved me to do.

The rest of the afternoon past in a blur. She was beautiful. She wore khaki capris and a tight white blouse, she looked delicious. I just remembered we talked for hours at lunch, talked to the President’s Welcome Address, ate a quick dinner in the dining hall and returned to the dorm. She asked me if I wanted to come down to her room and I quickly accepted. We both sat down on her Futon and began talking about guys. That conversation inevitably led to sex. It was odd, but before this, despite our hours of conversation, guys and sex had never come up. But now the Elephant was in the room. We were facing each other, our knees bent up on the Futon sideways. Our hands were touching often as we talked and laughed.

Somehow I built up the courage to take hold of her hand. Holding her hand was incredible. Her skin was so soft and so smooth and seemed to melt into my own hand. I loved the feel of her hand as I ran my fingers across along her fingers and my thumb danced across her palm. I was lost, gazing at her. The conversation stopped then, no more sex, just a peaceful silence as we looked into each other’s eyes. It seemed as though no time had past at all, time stood still. I was lost in her dark brown eyes, and I hoped she was lost in my blue eyes.

We stayed that way for an hour, we had no idea that much time had passed. Looking her in the eyes, I told her how I felt.

It was with all honestly that I told her that “I really like you and perhaps, even falling in love.”

That revelation brought a smile to her face as she said, “I’m glad to hear that, I think I’ve fallen too.” Standing up from the Futon, I assisted her to her feet, looked her in the eyes, and brought her into a tight loving hug.

“I love you Sarah,” I whispered into her ear, “I’ve never felt this way for someone so quickly or so hard, but I love you.”

I felt her grip tighten around me, deepening the hug. I was definitely getting warmer and I cold feel my wetness build. “I love you Marissa,” Sarah said, “but can we please take this slow, I don’t know what to do or how to act.”

“We will,” I promised with every intention of keeping it.

Weeks passed and our friendship, our love deepened. We had become inseparable. Once classes began we studied in each others rooms and went running together in the early morning. Every Saturday we would take a long run along the lake at a leisurely pace, no longer trying to impress the other. On weekends we would visit the bars (thank goodness for older siblings) or go to restaurants and spend hours in conversation. Our actions with one another became more sexual and more overt. At times we would hold hands in public, hold each other arm in arm. In conversation we often referred to ourselves as a we and took to eyeing other women together.

On the one month anniversary of our friendship (we still called it that), I took her to a local Italian Restaurant. I wore a knee length khaki skirt that tightly clung to my legs and a blue button up blouse with just enough buttons left undone avrupa yakası escort to offer a preview of what lay beneath. She wore these tight black pants that fit her long legs perfectly, a tight red tank that accentuated her curves, and a red un-buttoned blouse. She also wore 2″ heels which made her even taller than me, something I did not mind at all. She had never looked so good.

We each ordered a glass of wine and toasted our love to candlelight. Beneath the table, our feet spared. I had slipped our of my flats at the table and began running my toes up and down her legs, knowing that beneath her pants, she could feel me. We held hands and stared at each other. Neither of us payed much attention to our food, we were lost in one another. At the end of the meal, with the bill paid, we didn’t move.

I held both of her hands and told her, “I love you Sarah and . . . I want to feel you, to touch you, to taste you.”

She just stared back at me, slowly smiling and running along her upper lip with her tongue. “I love you Marissa and . . . I want to feel you, to touch you, to taste you.”

“Let’s go,” I said, with a wicked smile on my face. We both rose together and walked out of the restaurant hand in hand.

I wrapped my arms tight around her waist, pulling my chest tight up against her back as she unlocked her door. Standing as tall as I could, I lightly kissed her ear, “I can’t wait to kiss you.”

As she opened the door she spun around and pulled me inside letting the door close behind her. We looked into each others eyes, her hands on my waist and mine on hers. She looked down on me and our faces closed the distance as our heads tilted to the side. Our lips gently touched, in a chaste kiss, but full of meaning. It did not stay that way for long, as I slowly opened my mouth and began to kiss her passionately.

We pulled ourselves tight together. Our kisses deepened as I became lost in the warmth of her mouth. The feeling was incredible, more powerful and deeper than a first kiss, more erotic than the best. We became one, our mouths accepting what the other offered. My tongue slowly began to run along her upper lip before sliding into her mouth. To touch her own tongue, her tongue responded in kind, dueling, touching my own. We pulled each other tighter, my arms wrapping around her waist, her arms wrapping around my back. We kissed and kissed. Her hands slid down my back to my waist then up my arms resting on my shoulders. My own hands slid up her waist beneath her blouse, touching the edge of her tank. As we kissed, my hands slid underneath her tank, touching her skin for the first time. The touch was incredible, so warm, so soft.

She broke the kiss, stepping back a step as her arms moved from my shoulders to my chest. She ran her fingers along my exposed skin. I breathed in deeply, enjoying her touch. She reached for my first button and undid it. Exposing more skin her fingers gently traced along my breasts. She smiled as she reached for the next button and undid it. She undid the next button parting the shirt as much as she could exposing my white lace bra and my breasts. I was breathing deeply, my chest rising with anticipation. Her fingers ran along the edge of my bra, dipping slightly beneath the lace before moving on. I could feel my wetness building, not yet at a flood, but growing ever closer. She undid the last two buttons and gently eased my blouse off my shoulders. I stood before her in my bra, with an incredible smile on my face.

Following her lead, my hands moved to her waist and up the sides of her body. My fingers gently tracing her curves, touching the edge of her breasts, eliciting a visible sigh. I slid her blouse off her shoulders. My fingers traced her bare shoulders. My hands slid back down her waist, this time spending a little more time on her breasts before reaching her waist. I took the hem of her tank in my hands and slowly lifted it. Her own hands grabbed the hem of her tank and removed it. My hands were left touching her bare abdomen. I treasured the touch, remembering our runs and recognizing the tummy I had desired for a month.

Her hands began to cup my breasts, pinching my hardening nipples through the thin lace. I ran my fingers beneath the underside of her black bra. My thumbs began to stroke back and forth across her cotton covered nipples. We pulled each other close again and began to kiss again. This time the feel of our nearly naked chests was exhilarating. I felt her move her hands around to my back. Her hands moved up and around my upper back before settling on the clasp to my bra. Her tongue pushed into my mouth with a little more urgency as her fingers manipulated the clasp. Her hands moved up to my shoulders and slid my bra down my arms. The closeness of our bodies was all that kept it from falling to the floor.

My own hands which had been comfortably holding her waist began to knead her lower back before reaching her own clasp. I quickly unhooked it and urged her straps down bağdat caddesi escort off her shoulders. We took a break from our kiss just long enough to step away, allowing our bras to fall to the floor.

I admired her breasts, my fingers tracing her fullness, touching her light brown nipple. I pinched it between my fingers, rolling it between my fingers as I looked up at her. Her own hands were tweaking my nipples causing me to weaken in the legs. The floodgates had opened now and I couldn’t imagine how wet my panties would be. Instead of returning for a kiss I lowered my head and took a nipple into my mouth. I instinctively knew to gently lick my tongue across before circling her nipple. I felt her shake and her knees weaken as I continued to kiss and suck on her nipple. As I kissed her breast, my left hand rested on her waist, enjoying the feel of her warm soft and toned skin.

My other hand moved to her waist and began to undo her pants. I undid her button and slowly unzipped her pants. Taking a break from her breasts. I placed both hands on the waist of her pants and slowly lowered them down her legs. I lowered myself with them, so that when they hit the floor, I was on my knees, staring at her wet black panties. I quickly kissed her mound, before I began to kiss up her abdomen, past her breasts, till we met again in a beautiful opened mouth kiss. It was incredible. Here I was holding this nearly naked beauty and she was mine. I felt her own hands find the back clasp of my skirt, unzip and quickly my skirt pooled around my ankles. There we were, in the middle of the room, wearing only our panties. I slowly began prodding her back to her bed till her legs came in contact with the bed.

She slowly moved onto the bed and I on top of her. I lay on top of her, sliding my thigh between her legs as we kissed. I could feel her wetness on my thigh as I ground it into her. I slowly began to kiss down her body, first her ears, then her jaw, then the shoulders, the neck. Next I began to kiss her breasts, running my tongue along the underside before taking each nipple in turn and flicking my tongue across it. Down her firm belly, till I reached my goal. Hooking my fingers around the waist of her panties, I began to slide them off her body. As I removed her panties I saw her pussy for the first time. It was carefully trimmed and shaved around the outer lips.

“For you,” she said. She raised her legs to assist me. Once free, I parted her legs and settled in between her spread legs.

She was gorgeous. I had never really seen another pussy at this angle and in this detail. Her swollen moist lips were parted, revealing a beautiful pink treasure . I could see her clit, peeking out of its hood, her glistening inner lips, it was a sight I had never thought would turn me on as much as it did. If it was possible, I became even wetter as I took in the site. I could smell her musky scent of arousal and it urged me on. I moved closer enjoying the smell until I was less than an inch away.

I slowly extended my tongue out and licked her outer lips. “OHHH” was her only response as I at first hesitantly and then eagerly licked her outer lips. I could feel her hips respond, pushing into me as I began to slide my tongue along her inner lips. Tracing her slit with my tongue and truly tasting her juices for the first time. She tasted like citrus and I loved it. I eagerly began to lick her slit, sliding my tongue between her inner lips, trying to taste all I could. My tongue would push into her and then slide the length of her slit. I could her moans of enjoyment as I worshiped her. My tongue sliding between, along, and inside her lips and slit. As I slowly licked up her slit I continued on, gently touching her clit with my tongue.

Her loud moan in response only encouraged me. I felt her hands go to my head, holding me to herself, smearing my face with her juices. She cried for me to eat her, to make her cum, one thing I knew I was going to do and another I hoped. My tongue began to circle around her clit, moving around and around and then changing directions. I slowly slid a finger up to her dripping pussy and slide in reaching up into her and then adding a second finger. I began to flick my tongue back and forth across her pussy as I felt her tense up around my fingers. I could hear her breathing becoming more rapid and her moans loader and her pleas more arousing.

I sucked her clit into my mouth, nibbling gently and releasing. She screamed my name, “MARISSA, I’m CUMMMMMIIINNNNGGGG.” I continued to kiss her clit building her up. Her legs tightened up around me as she continued to moan and shake. I licked her to a second orgasm before I slid up her body and kissed her. “I Love you” she said as we kissed, “And I intend to return the favor.”

She flipped us over so that now she was on top. We stayed this way for a while, just kissing and our hands exploring. She was grinding her thigh between my spread legs and she had to be able to feel how wet I was, because I was soaked. She slowly began to slide down my body. She mimicked what I had done, first kissing my ears, then my jaw, neck and shoulders. She spent a great deal of time on my breasts. Kissing and licking each breast completely, sucking on my nipples, circling them with her tongue, and kissing the valley between. She slid down my belly and I began to breath more heavily. I was ready for this, ready with anticipation.

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My name is Sophie. I’m 28, gay, and madly in love with my Miss, Alison. Ally introduced me not all that long ago to the glory of a woman loving another woman. Being the scamp that she is, she accidentally, intentionally bumped into me as I was walking, lapping at an ice cream cone. She apologized profusely, of course, and led me by the hand to the ladies, where she made a rather futile attempt to clean me up in a stall. She looked me dead in the eye and told me to take off my blouse, as most of the ice cream had fallen (somehow) into it. I stared in shock and amazement; she repeated the “request” again in a tone that brooked no nonsense. Her eyes never left mine as I undid the buttons — and I blushed furiously from her gaze and from baring myself to a stranger and a woman. She bent and licked the ice cream as it lay between my breasts. I felt faint; my heart was pounding in my chest and roaring in my ears … and, umm, down there. I think I may have a spend just from writing of it — and the remembering.

We spent the entire weekend together.

Some time later I sought and found employment at the same company as Ally. She sits in an office in a fashion that I can see her and she me — this was intentional on her part, as was her placement of me at my desk. Our days are often long, and our bus ride home takes an hour, on good days. There is a company that has people clean at night. Sadly we see them more often than not. It was about a month ago that a new lady came on the floor. She is absolutely glorious. Her name is Cristina, she has the most gorgeous hazel eyes, a mop of curls on her head, a slender figure, and breasts that –oh my — they, umm, I’m having a flood thinking of it as I write. My face burns with embarrassment and I’m glad of it. When she bends to take my waste basket — oh dear, I can’t take my eyes off her.

My Miss knows of how I fancy her. She teases me of course. I hear her cough as Cristina comes near me. She talks of her after our lovemaking as we lay in our bed. Just the other night as I was bathing her toes with my mouth and tongue (I love doing it more than she enjoys my doing it, I think) Ally beckoned me to the bed. She had me sit opposite her. I could see from the smirk and the twinkle in her eye that she was up to something. She spoke softly to me about Cristina, asking me to describe how I would make love to her if given the chance. I spoke haltingly and softly. She slithered toward me and bade me to spread my legs wide. I was frigging myself, at her bidding, and speech became a bit of a challenge in my growing excitement. She slithered further, her eyes eating me anadolu yakasi escort up, further building the heat that was building in my … umm … you know where. She slid a bit more and, in a soft voice, told me to hold my lips (yes! those lips) apart. My mouth gaped.

“Don’t take your eyes from mine Sophet,” she hissed. She slid a bit further and slipped her big toe inside my … inside me. (me: blushing) I squeaked, my eyes wide with shock. “Your loving with Cristina — how will you manage it with the language barrier, pet?” (Cristina is Portuguese) We had spoken of it before; it would pose a challenge. I confessed, again, that I didn’t know. “Keep at yourself, pet, while I pleasure you.” I was already ready to go round again … it wouldn’t be much longer. “Will you take her with your mouth, pet, with your fingers, or both?” I gasped out the words in my answer. Then I heard it: “NOW!” My body froze as it pounded through me; I panted, jerked, twitched and cried out from the hot, lovely power of it. Ally’s bidding me to spend always leaves me breathless, sweaty, and spectacularly wrecked when it’s over. I felt the devil of it as her toe pushed, my fingers teased, and then it slipped away, leaving me moaning in agony.

I had wanted it never to end. I blinked a couple of times; Ally was smiling gloriously. She took the toe from me and brought the foot to my mouth. I took it in my hands, bent my head a bit, and tasted myself as I cleaned and loved her foot. I shivered in an aftershock; Ally’s eyes were heavy with lust and glowed with love. We didn’t get to sleep for a while that night.

There was an evening when my Miss had a dental appointment. She had left and would return; then we would bus to home. Cristina came by as always. She bent at my desk — gloriously. I don’t know what came over me in that moment — I reached for her hand. She jumped and turned to me. I had already risen to my feet — no, I don’t know how or why. Her eyes showed her confusion as I moved closer — they got very, very wide. But she never moved away. I leaned to kiss her. She didn’t close her eyes. When I pulled away she smiled. Oh dear. – I got up my courage and moved to her, putting an arm behind her back and my hand behind her head. This time I kissed her; her lips parted for me. I darted my tongue, hers met mine. I think we moaned at the same time. I heard her breathing — it had sped up a bit. The kiss was lovely. I felt her hands on me. She lifted my blouse from my skirt. My eyes flew open; she was watching me too. She pulled from the kiss and smiled again. beylikdüzü escort She took my hand and led me to the conference room that was down the hall. She flicked on the light and closed the door. She pointed to the thick carpeting and moved to lay on it, pulling me with her. She rolled me to my back — ohmyohmy! I had kissed her; she had quickly taken control. My Miss and I had mused if Cristina was “family;” it certainly seemed so.

She removed my blouse and kissed my shoulders, neck, and the valley between my breasts. She moved my hands to the front clasp. Her eyes were on mine as I undid the clasp. I shrugged clear of the bra. She bent to kiss my breasts. I arched my back to meet her mouth. She was fabulous with them … loving them thoroughly, lapping, nipping, suckling, teasing. I moaned and held her head to me. I couldn’t wait for my turn at her. As her mouth loved me, her hands worked the zipper of my skirt. I lifted my bum and she slid it and my panties off. I was embarrassed — my Miss had me ribboned for the day. Oh well, at least I hadn’t had the pacifier in. (blushing again) I love it!!

I thought to myself — Only one of us is nude. Hmm! Cristina was moving down my body, wreaking glorious, loving havoc on me. Her eyes rose to meet mine; as she did so, her fingers slid into my, umm, my center. She smiled as I gasped in pleasure. I brought my feet up and spread my knees apart. Her eyes stayed on mine. She slipped her fingers from me; miserable bi … I cried out my frustration. She smiled, stood, and straddled me with her feet.

She undid the draw string of her uni pants and slid them off — and the thong with it. Oh My! There was a thin patch of hair above her umm — there. She smiled at the want in my eyes. She pulled the top off and let it fall. I held out my hands to her; she nodded and went to her knees. I undid the bra and slipped the straps from her shoulders. I sat up and took those glorious mounds I had lusted for all these mouths — umm, months. Oopsie! Yes, I took one in my mouth — she held it and fed it to me; the other hand on the back of my head, fingers slipping in my hair. Her moans let me know she was taking as much pleasure from me as I was in bathing her with my mouth and tongue. She shivered deliciously and trembled a little. I moved to its twin and loved it thoroughly and well. I lifted my eyes to her; her eyes were closed and her beautiful face was aglow with pleasure — and flushed.

I moved my mouth, reluctantly, from her, and pulled her atop me. She slipped between my legs and smiled as she bostancı escort kissed me. She found me with her sex; she was hot and wet. I lifted a bit; she began. It is only one way women love each other; it’s my favourite, as I can see my lover’s face and eyes, and kiss! Oh my yes — we did. It’s also Ally’s fav … OH MY!!! Alison!! She’ll be back soon. Oh my … Cristina had sped up her hips; I did as well. Oh this is fabulous!! I found her eyes … hot and wild. I lifted my head to beg for a kiss; she fucked, umm, she kissed me hard and she, umm, her tongue was … wild. I had my legs high in the air now; I held them with my hands and kept them wide for her. Good lord I was close to my spend!! Oh please yes, hurry with me!! Cristina threw her head back; her cry was low and harsh with her lust. She bucked her hips hard to me and I pushed back as hard as I could; she shuddered wonderfully and … oh, yessss, thank you, yes!!

We both spent at the same time!! I cried out at it …My god it was wonderful, the fury and heat as it ripped me apart gloriously. I tried so hard to keep my eyes on her but they closed as another starburst of light went off in my head. I thought I might faint as she sped up still more; then with a grunt and a moan, she stiffened, pushed at me one last time, and fell atop me, limp and spent. Mine lasted a bit more — praise god! I moaned when it slipped away. Cristina lay with her head on my neck; her breath was hot and wonderful on my skin. I cooed and held her as we both came back from it. I heard hands clap, and a voice, “Well done Sophet!! Well done indeed.” Ally!! Cristina’s head jerked and she looked for the voice.

I, umm, forgot — my Miss loves to watch and direct. Neither of us heard the door open or close.

Cristina tried to get up; I held her to me and kissed her. No point now! I kissed her face, eyes; we hadn’t spoken a word. None were needed. She smiled at me when the kiss broke and kissed the tip of my nose. She sat up and tried to put her things on; I giggled. Silly bird — Cristina turned, looked at me and giggled as well. I stood up, blushing furiously. Ally was beaming; I reached for Cristina’s hand and brought her to her feet; we both bowed — one partly dressed, one not, both blushing and giggling. Cristina hurriedly dressed. Ally came round and hugged Cristina, kissed her, and patted her cheek softly in approval. Cristina smiled, nodded and left. We missed our bus that night. (wink)

Author’s Note: There is one piece of this that is fact — there is a young lady who cleans an office at a place where the two women work. The story itself is a fantasy of one who, in the story, is named Sophie. She has a secret crush; her lover, Alison, in the story, knows of it and, as the story hints, encourages it — as a fantasy. They are truly, sweetly, and completely in love. To be able to create a story that brings each of them giggles and joy is a blessing. Thanks to you both for everything.

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‘Happy birthday, baby!’ ‘Thanks,’ I replied. ‘Got you something. Close your eyes and hold out your hands.’ I was sitting cross-legged on our bed wrapped in a bath towel, and I closed my eyes, and held out my hands, palm up. A soft package, crinkled into my hands, and I opened one eye cautiously, ‘Can I look now?’ ‘Of course, open it!’

I loved birthdays. Daniel and I both worked, so we never did the birthday thing in the morning, we waited until we were both home in the evening, then we could spend some good time together. I looked lovingly at him, he looked more excited than I did, his blue eyes glittering like a little boy. That was where the resemblance finished though. He is very tall, well he has to be for me since I’m 5’11” myself. He has well muscled shoulders, strong arms and long legs. Something I couldn’t see was his cock, since he was still dressed, but that never failed to impress me either.

He flicked the sandy hair out of his eyes, and repeated himself ‘Kara, open it!’

‘Ok, ok’ I answered, and I looked for the sellotape to peel the parcel open. I opened the package onto the bed and out spilled some very sexy underwear. ‘Red, my favourite colour, oh these are beautiful Daniel.’ I held up the lacy bra to examine it. ‘Ah,’ said Daniel mysteriously, ‘The real present comes whilst you are wearing it.’ I giggled, thinking I knew just what he meant. ‘Go on, put them on.’

I clambered off the bed, and let my towel fall to the floor. I knew Daniel was watching, so as I stood, I provocatively wiggled my ass by his face. He lay along the bed, with his head resting on one hand, watching me ‘God Kara, you are so beautiful.’ ‘Of course,’ I replied with a half smile. As I bent to step into the little g-string, I felt a stinging slap to my ass. I jumped away, laughing, and pulled the g-string up. I clipped the suspender belt around me, and pulled the black stockings up to the clips. Lastly, I fastened the lacy bra around my ample breasts. I turned to look in the mirror, and was pleased. Red really was my favourite colour, with my long dark hair, green cats eyes, and tanned skin it suited me well.

‘Well,’ I spun round ‘How do I look?’

‘Fantastic as ever,’ Daniel breathed.

Sensuously I leaned onto all fours, and prowled towards Daniel. I reached out to unzip his pants, but he slapped my hand away playfully and caught me by the wrist. ‘Oh no, you’re not spoiling my birthday surprise!’ I was confused. What did he mean? He led me by the hand to the doorway of our spare room. There is no door on this room, and for a reason. We long ago discovered how much we liked to tie each other up, and Daniel, being the handyman he is, rigged up some hooks in the door frame. I happily let him stand me in the doorway and felt him fasten the soft leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles. I was already getting excited, knowing how much fun we can have together, and when Daniel pushed my legs apart I happily complied. They were fastened to either side of the doorframe at the bottom, and my wrists were fastened on either side at the top. Deliciously helpless, I stood anticipating his first touch.

It didn’t come though, and I tried to turn my head to see what was happening behind me. Daniel was busy in the cupboard, and I wondered if I had another surprise. Well, I did, but it wasn’t quite what I was expecting. He began to pull plates of food, and bottles of drink out, and lay them all out on top of the table. What on earth? Plates of sausage rolls, and sandwiches, this was starting look like a kids buffet. He was so busy that when the doorbell rang, he didn’t seem to hear it. ‘Daniel!’ I was getting worried ‘what is going on? There’s someone here! Let me out!’ ‘No way!’ He grinned, ‘The party is just beginning!’

‘What party?’ My voice was rising now, ‘Daniel?’

‘Your birthday party of course!’ He ducked under my restrained arm, went into the hall and turned on the stereo as he went.

Perhaps here, I should describe our house. We live in a bungalow, and the door to the spare bedroom, is directly opposite the front door. All other rooms go off the square hallway. So, I was in a predicament. As Daniel went to open the door, he turned round to look at me, and I saw his eyes move appreciatively over my new underwear. He winked, then turned and opened the door. ‘Daniel, No!’ I hissed, as the door opened, and Daniel ushered Steve, our friend, into the hall. Mortified now, I struggled with the restraints, but Daniel had done a good job, and I knew there was no way I would be able to get free. Steve stood looking at me; he looked me in the eye and said ‘Happy Birthday Kara!’ ‘Thank you!’ I replied with a sarcastic smile.

Daniel and Steve chatted in the hall for a moment and I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but as I waited, another thought overtook me. The drink! Steve wasn’t coming to a part with no drink, and it was all behind me, he would have to walk through my doorway to get to it. Again I frantically struggled with the bonds. No luck! Steve began to walk towards me ‘God I’m parched!’ He stuck his tongue out and licked his lips, and I don’t think it was entirely because he was thirsty. He reached the doorway, and said politely ‘Ahem. Excuse me Kara’ and ducked his istanbul escort bayan head to walk past me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. He seemed to take an unnecessarily long time to pass me, and needed to place a hand on my hip to steady himself.

I heard him opening a bottle and pouring a drink. ‘Cheers everyone!’ He called, ‘Anyone would think it was my birthday!’ I could feel his eyes resting on my butt.

The doorbell rang again. Daniel almost ran to open it. I steeled myself, and watched as another friend of ours Paul came in, accompanied by a stunning girl. Daniel greeted them, and then the bell rang again. The party was really getting going. 10 minutes later, there were about 9 guys in my house, and 2 or three women. All in the hall chatting and generally either ignoring me or ogling me. Daniel cleared his throat, for attention, and addressed the group. ‘Hi everyone, thanks for coming, there’s loads of drink in the bedroom just in front of you, and food too. Help yourselves, make yourselves at home in our house, and have fun. BUT! One rule, you can do what you like with Kara, whom you will see looking beautiful over there, but you must not allow her to cum! Apart from that – enjoy!’ Oh my God! I was beginning to realise what Daniel had in mind for me. We often tied each other up, as I said, and enjoyed the exquisite teasing, bringing each other to a place where we would beg to be allowed release, unable to have any control over what was going on. Although I was still apprehensive, I could feel the weight of my pussy between my legs, knowing what torture this evening could be, being aroused by so many people, over the course of the evening, and not being able to do anything about it.

Everyone began chatting again, and Daniel turned the music up loud. Two or three people headed straight towards the bedroom. One girl, who I didn’t know – but appeared to be with John, a friend of ours, pushed under my arms. John and Paul didn’t pass; they stood looking me up and down. I stared back arrogantly. John reached out his hand and cupped my breast, his thumb gently brushing my nipple. I was determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing a response, and I tried not to think about his touch. It worked, but it seemed that he wasn’t going to be outdone, and he pinched my nipple, hard, between thumb and forefinger, holding it for a second then rolling it round until I groaned with pleasure and my nipple stood erect. He leaned in close and whispered in my ear, ‘Seems you like to play a little rough Kara, I’ll have to remember that later.’ His tongue snaked along my neck, and I tried not to arch my neck in response. He passed under my arms and Paul followed him. Paul was behind me, and I felt his hand caress my ass cheek. ‘I’ll be back Kara!’ He quipped and was gone.

I felt more hands on my hips this time, and twisted to see Paul over my shoulder. I had always fancied Paul, and it was not unpleasant to feel his hard body pressed up against my back. His hands sneaked up to my breasts, and began to play with my nipples. I leaned back a little onto him, murmuring my appreciation. One hand stayed there, and the other began its oh, so slow, descent across my belly and down to the g string. I knew now that my shameless pussy was wet. I could feel the string between my lips was damp, and allowed myself to relax and enjoy his touch. As his hand slid under the flimsy material of my string, I could feel how hard he was, pressed into my back. I pushed my mound against his palm, and his fingers wound their way down, pulling my lips apart gently. I felt his hot breath against the back of my neck, and heard him breath hard when he felt how wet I was. ‘God, you are loving this aren’t you, you horny little slut.’ No dignity left now, I could only nod my head, and arch my pussy into his hand, hoping to graze my clit on his fingers. ‘Now, now, Kara,’ he said firmly, ‘I’m not one for breaking the rules!’ and as quickly as that his hand was gone leaving me breathing hard, and a trail of wetness down my slit.

Just then the doorbell rang again. I watched Daniel open it, and he let in my best friend, Samantha.

I was relieved to see a friendly face. I even thought there was a chance I could get her to release me if the night got too much for me. She came right over to me, ‘Happy birthday Kara, wow you look great!’ I smiled thanks Sam, ‘Sorry I can’t join you, but I’m a bit tied up at the moment’. Sam laughed, and Daniel came over to us ‘Well that’s it, everyone’s here now. The party can really get started.’ ‘I’ve bought you a pressie Kara,’ Sam said, ‘Sorry, but it looks like Daniel will have to open it for you!’ Daniel took the little pink package, and tore off the paper. A brown box inside, he opened that too. In front of my eyes, he produced a black butt plug, I knew what it was, and my eyes widened I had no desire for that! It looked huge! ‘Sam!’ I protested. She just laughed, Daniel, I think you will have to help me here. ‘Don’t you dare!’ I shouted, and several people turned to watch. My ass was a no go area! I had never let anyone touch me there. Shame flushed my face red, when I thought how many people were here watching. No way could I let anyone do that to ataşehir escort me in front of all these eyes.

Daniel and Sam went through the door, and I frantically twisted this was and that to see what they were up to. Daniel took a tube of KY from the drawer, and handed it to Sam. Holding it so I could see, she spread the lube over the plug. Still protesting, I struggled harder. ‘Ready Daniel?’ she questioned, ‘Oh yes’ he smiled. ‘Noooooooo…!’ I wailed. ‘Oh yes!’ Daniel repeated.

I absolutely could not believe that my best friend would do this to me. I writhed away from her hands as she moved towards my butt. This was Sam! We had known each other for years, and there had never been anything sexual between us, nor with any other women for that matter. I liked sex, but sex with MEN! I did not want her to touch my ass, let alone insert that horrible thing into me. ‘Daniel, you will have to open her cheeks for me’. Daniel obliged, and I felt his strong fingers worm between my cheeks, and spread them apart. My tight asshole exposed, I felt something wet poking at me. I tensed, and Daniel tried to push a finger into me, but with no success. Pleased with myself, I kept up the tension, and Daniel appeared to give up.

He leaned in behind me, and whispered into my ear, ‘Kara, my baby, I want to fuck that luscious ass of yours tonight, for the first time, and I will have what I want!’ His voice was honey in my ear, and I was turned on again by how much he wanted me, still I knew there was no way he was going to do this. ‘Steve?’ Daniel called, ‘Can you come over and help us?’

‘What?’

Steve came over, and Daniel went to him and they muttered together. A huge grin spread over Steve’s face, and they came back to me. Daniel went back behind me, and I felt him prise my cheeks apart again. Still I tensed. Steve’s hand slipped between my open legs, he grabbed a handful of my pussy and squeezed. ‘Oww!’ I yelped, what was that supposed to achieve, he released me, but I could still feel the pain of that grasp, as I was recovering I felt one finger slide very slowly between my lips, and along my wet slit. After the pain this was so good. He carefully avoided touching my clit, and ran back and forth. My clit was aching for something to touch it, and I arched towards him, I was rewarded by the tip of that finger circling my clit, then brushing across it. I groaned deeply, I needed more, and tried to move against it, but couldn’t move enough in my bonds. He pulled his finger slowly away and I tried to follow, grunting in frustration as he moved out of reach. My lips were now puffy and heavy with excitement, and I felt his finger back again, this time moving slowly into me. ‘God Kara, you are so wet! You dirty little girl, you want more don’t you?’ ‘Yes’ I pleaded with him, ‘Please Steve’

‘Hmmmm, maybe if you ask nicely,’ he replied

‘Please Steve,’ I begged huskily, ‘I need more; I need to feel your fingers buried inside me. Fuck me with them.’

In reply he jammed two fingers deep into my dripping twat. I moaned and ground against him. I could have cried when he pulled them back out, only to tease my swollen clit again. I was panting and gasping as he massaged my desperate clit, Daniel and Sam had been forgotten until I felt Daniel once again part my ass cheeks, and I felt Sam place that cold, wet plug to my hole. Tensing I tried again to prevent her, but instantly Steve stopped the pressure on my clit and I cried out in frustration. I arched towards him, and he started to touch me again. Of course Sam began to apply pressure with plug too. I wanted more from Steve, and this meant allowing Sam access to my asshole. I was torn between the sensations building in my clit and the pain I knew would come in my ass. I wanted nothing more than to cum right then, and Sam took advantage.

Steve buried his fingers inside me again, and I moved against him involuntarily. I felt my asshole start to stretch, but it seemed not to matter. Each time I tensed to stop Sam, Steve would cease the rubbing on my clit, and when I relaxed for Steve, Sam would inch that detestable plug in a little deeper. Wider and wider, that hateful plug stretched me. Opening me. But I just kept working on Steve’s expert fingers. It seemed that the widest part must be in me, yet I could feel myself still opening more. It hurt like hell, it was so big, but the pain was dulled by the orgasm that was definitely building now. There was plenty of lube and the plug slid easily deeper and deeper, I was ready to scream out to tell them that I couldn’t take anymore, that I must surely tear if they pushed me any more, when there was a pop and the plug was inside me. Still thinking I was about to cum, I arched towards Steve, ignoring the intruder in my ass for a moment, but Steve stepped back, and looked at me with a nasty grin. ‘Kara, surely you heard what Daniel said, no one is allowed to let you cum!’ ‘Bastard!’ I hissed at him through gritted teeth, and he backed away in mock terror.

All that was left now was that plug. I had never felt so awkwardly full up. I wriggled my ass half hoping it might pop out, but I didn’t really believe that. Instead I tried to relax more, and forget avcılar escort about it. That was too hard to do, but I did feel a little more comfortable with it as I relaxed.

Daniel was in front of me now, and he was grinning. ‘Kara, you don’t know how beautiful your ass looks!’ ‘You shit!’ I exclaimed. ‘Hmmmm… I can’t wait for later,’ he teased. ‘Gonna fill that lovely ass with my cum.’ ‘Not in a million years honey,’ I warned him.

‘We’ll see,’ he winked and turned away.

It felt like I was tied there for hours. People would climb past me, touching my pussy, my tits, stroking my back, my ass, my legs. I gave in to the sensations, enjoying each touch and knowing that with each minute my pussy got wetter and wetter.

‘Kara,’ Sam’s voice in my ear, ‘You really are beautiful’ and she came round to the front of me. ‘Sam? What are you doing?’ I asked as she leaned towards me and caressed my breast. ‘Relax Kara, you are getting too uptight tonight. I have always thought you were beautiful’. Her fingers toyed with my already over sensitive nipples, then she leaned her head in and sucked one into her mouth. Flicking her tongue over then end, I gave in to the pleasure. This was a bizarre evening, and I thought I might just as well try to go with it.

Several guys had come over to watch, and were egging Sam on. ‘Lick her pussy babe,’ Sam looked round wickedly, ‘Shall I?’ she asked. Slowly she sank to her knees in front of me, and I felt her finger hook under my string and pull it to the side. I gasped as her hot little tongue flicked out and caught my aroused clit. I looked down at her soft blond hair, wishing I had my hands free, so I could touch her. Sam is stunning. A voluptuous blonde haired, blue eyed, vixen and she knew it! Kind hearted and generous, she was always on the look out for a new guy, being too easily hurt and then looking again. All curves and warm sweet scent, I couldn’t believe she wanted to do this to me. I knew every guy in that room mush have a hard on for her.

As she was down there, licking up my juices, and I was moaning yet again, Steve came over to her, and pulled her to her feet. She began to strip for him seductively. She dropped her blouse, and short skirt and stood in front of me, naked, since she wore no underwear. Steve fondled her soft breasts, and flicked her huge pink nipples until Sam was breathing hard. Still right in front of me, he slid his hand down to her blonde bush and dipped his fingers into her twat. I could hear that she was wet, the slurping noise his fingers made inside her. She released his cock from his pants, and began to stroke it. He was very hard, and the sight of him made me even more excited if that were possible. He told Sam to get on all fours, right in front of me, and knelt behind her. She hissed with pleasure as he plunged his cock into her pussy, and I saw her fingers matted in her pussy rubbing her clit as he fucked her.

I was literally drooling. God I wanted that so badly, I knew they were doing all this for my benefit. I thought he would cum soon, his pace quickened, but then he stopped. I stared in fascination as he pulled his cock out, and re positioned it at her anus. Sure she would scream out in pain, I waited, but no she wiggled into place, and as he slid into her with one strong thrust, she arched her back and groaned in delight. Her fingers were still working on her clit, and I could tell by the flush on her skin that this was no show, she was loving it. Someone was behind me, I didn’t even bother to look who, but as I watched Steve’s cock pumping in and out of Sam’s ass whoever it was tweaked the butt plug sending shockwaves through my body. I heard a zipper, and felt a cock nudging at my pussy, and slippery as I was, it easily slid into me.

‘OH’ I gasped, ‘Oh yessss!’ This was what I needed, it felt so good, my ass and my pussy so full up, I only wished that like Sam, I could rub my clit. It was teasing in the extreme to see her getting what I so desperately needed. I could see Daniel to my right, his eyes glazed over with lust. Watching me get fucked, knowing I would still be begging him for it later.

Steve tensed, quickened and this time he did cum, banging into Sam, grunting harshly and Sam crying out as she joined him and shuddered in orgasm on his cock. Whoever was behind me was still banging away, and God it was good! Sam, looking like a total slut, crawled on all fours towards me. I watched, helpless, as she kneeled in front of me, and watched the cock that was pounding in and out of me. She leaned towards me, and her little pink tongue poked out and started to lap at my clit again. ‘Shit!’ I groaned, ‘Sam, no!’ But she just grinned. I was in no position to complain, and neither was whoever was fucking me. My hips began to move of their own accord, I tried not to think about cumming, I knew I was close, but I also knew that Daniel wouldn’t let me get there. Steve was by me too, playing with my nipples, pinching them and rolling them. I finally looked behind to see John; he smiled, gripped my hips, and fucked me harder. Leaning in close to me I felt his teeth on the back of my neck, biting as I felt his cum released into my cunt. And that was it, they all stopped, I was so tense now, that as the cock withdrew from my pussy I cried out, in total frustration. ‘Noooo…oh no, please…’ Daniel was by me immediately, holding me, kissing me, he told me how beautiful I was and how much he loved me, I hardly heard him. I begged in a hoarse whisper ‘Daniel, please, I have never needed you this badly, please just let me down now?’

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Jacqueline Bacon slid onto a barstool at Hoppy Daze, Horner Springs’ newest artisanal brewery. She looked down at her very slightly worn jeans and deliberately scuffed ropers. Then gazing around the room at the collection of cowboys, students, late season fly anglers, locals and dogs that inhabited the place, she decided that she didn’t look too out of place. Now, if she could just manage to keep the Boston out of her speech she might not be immediately marked as a newcomer.

“Hi,” the solid-looking man behind the bar greeted her from underneath an impressive handlebar mustache, “I don’t recognize you. Visiting?”

Well, so much for not being marked as a newcomer! “No,” Jackie chuckled, “I’m the architect responsible for turning the Bar Noon into an environmental science field station for the college. It will probably take several years so I’m a new resident—at least for now.”

“Aha! You’re just what I need, an outside opinion. Give this a try,” the man handed her a pint glass with a good head on it, “It’s my latest recipe, a chokecherry lager.”

Jacqueline blinked and then shrugged as she sipped the odd sounding concoction. “Gee, this is good. Chokecherries?”

The big man grinned. “Yep, all local ingredients. Water from the Springs, barley and hops from the valley, chokecherries from along the creeks and venture capital from Jay Horner. And labor from me, of course. I’m Cal Hoff, brewmaster, CEO and head barman.” He held out a big, friendly hand.

“Well, hello Cal,” she replied as her own hand disappeared into his mitt, “I’m Jacqueline Bacon.”

Cal had a warm, firm handshake and a cheerful manner that made him attractive, Jackie thought. Her next thought was that she’d never been eaten by a man with a mustache that big. What would it be like? Interesting . . .

“So how did you get into craft brewing?” she asked.

“It was a long, convoluted path,” Cal answered with a laugh, “I enlisted in the Army at seventeen to become a helicopter mechanic. Over the six year hitch I earned an AA in aeronautical engineering and applied for Warrant Officer flight school. I got in and became a helicopter pilot. By the time I had enough time in to retire I was a CW3 and had to decide whether to stay in for thirty or retire. I came home here and talked to the guys at the flying service over at Horner Field and they offered me a job on the spot. So I took my VA benefits and bought a house and started flying choppers and joined the home brew club. That’s where I met Jay. He and I are both big homebrew fans and mine was so good that he offered to help me start this place. So I used my GI Bill and some of his cash and here I am, a retired Warrant, part-time helicopter pilot and fulltime barkeep.”

Jacqueline shook her head in wonder. “Well, it sounds like you don’t have much time to be bored.”

“That’s true,” Cal allowed, “but it does cut into what ought to be my social life. I kind of have to sit here and hope that nice ladies come to me. And now and then, one does.”

Jackie burst into giggles. “Well, I’ve heard some pickup lines in my time but that may be the most creative, yet. I think I’ll just stick around for another pint or so, since you’re being so entertaining. I suppose that since you allow dogs in here there’s nothing to eat?”

Cal reached behind the counter and pulled up a folder with a selection of business cards in it.

“Nope,” he answered, “but all these neighboring businesses deliver so you just choose one and let them bring it here to you.” He leaned close to whisper, “Personally, I’d go for Otto’s Wursthaus. His Thüringer bratwurst is the best I’ve ever had and I ate a lot of it in Germany. And don’t forget to have him bring in his onion/garlic sauerkraut to put over it. Good eats? Man!”

*****

Even with industrial strength mufflers, the big compressors driving the earth tampers at the Heityme Center were noisy. Jacqueline stood well away from them as she looked over the plans for the big stables Laurie and Michelle had decided to share.

“This is an interesting technique,” Anderson Standing Elk, the general contractor, commented, “Pouring concrete or blowing gunite or shotcrete we understand but hammering a cement/soil into a form is a new one on us.”

Jacqueline nodded. “Rammed earth is actually a very old way of building. The Chinese began using it over seven thousand years ago and it’s been used all over the world. Traditionally it’s been held in low esteem by designers and builders who don’t understand just how to do it. There’s been this feeling that it isn’t earthquake safe and that the walls erode in the rain. But sufficient rebar in the wall and enough Portland cement in the mix solves both those problems. It’s also really inexpensive. You just use the soil off the building site and mix in some quarry fines and some cement and start thumping. Your crew caught on really quick, Andy. I can see why Jay recommended you.”

“That part about low cost caught the attention of the elders. Housing at the istanbul escort Reservation has always been substandard, mostly because there has never been enough money to improve it. How much would it cost to have you design a number of homes that could be put up quickly and under budget?”

“Andy,” Jacqueline replied sadly, “my family has so much money it would immoral for me to charge you anything. I only charge big bucks to those who have them. For the tribe? Pro bono, Andy. How many plans do you want and how big should these homes be?”

Anderson looked startled. “Your family is rich? Then why are you working?”

“My family’s wealth borders on the obscene, man. I’m an architect because if I wasn’t doing something useful I’d be a worthless society butterfly. Most of the rest are obsessed with horses. I like horses, too, but like my cousin Justin, I want to give back to the world for how much I’ve gotten. Tell me, would the elders be interested in a casino? I understand they’re all the rage among the First Nations.”

Anderson sighed. “The elders would love a casino. Unfortunately, there’s the problem of access. We don’t have a big interstate running by the Res so attracting anyone to the casino would be a problem.”

“And the tribe can’t afford a piece of property in Horner Springs? Hmmm, you know I think there may be a way around that. Let me call my grandmother and get back to you.”

*****

Hester Heityme-Bacon read the email from Jacqueline and scowled. After drumming her fingers on the desk for a while, she opened the Google Earth application and zeroed in on the Horner Springs Indian Reservation. What she saw deepened that scowl into the black frown that three generations of her descendants and their relations had come to dread. If Grandmother ain’t happy, ain’t nobody gonna be happy, ran the saying in the family and right now Grandmother was decidedly not happy.

Rising from her desk, she strode out into the main living areas in the ‘cottage’ that had been summer home to the Heitymes since the 1870’s. Approaching her youngest son, she held out the laptop with its image of squalor.

“Theodore,” she growled, “the family needs to talk. Get your siblings and cousins on conference call at once. We have a duty!”

*****

Laurie came home from the store to find Justin and Michi sitting in the front room looking pale and shocked, cell phones silent on their laps.

“What in Hell?”

“Jacqueline sent Aunt Hester an email about the conditions on the Reservation. Auntie lost it!”

“Hester has a temper?” Laurie was intrigued.

“Remember my saying that she could be as remorseless as a crocodile?” Justin quavered.

“Uh, yes, I believe you said something like that.”

“Crocodile is only when she’s determined. When she’s angry . . .”

“Uuhh-oh. So who did what? Or do I really want to know?”

Justin shook his head and Michelle took his hand, stroking his arm.

“It’s not that any one person did any one thing. It’s that—even by Indian reservation standards, the Horner Springs Reservation is poor. If Hester was going to breathe fire at anyone it might be Jay Horner but since he isn’t family, he gets off. Still she thinks he should have done something but since he hasn’t, we will! Since Jackie and I are the family’s points on this, we have one month to acquire a piece of land big enough for a profitable casino resort with construction to begin immediately after the spring thaw. That means Jackie is about to start putting in design overtime like she’s never done before. I’m to give her ‘all possible help’ and in Aunt Hester’s vocabulary, that means all help whether possible or not.”

“She was really mad,” Michelle peeped meekly. “Justin’s parents are calling emergency board meetings of all the banks they have major interest in. All the other relatives are doing the same and calling in favors from Congress members and Senators. It’s going to be intense, Laurie, and poor Justin’s research may be collateral damage.” She started to cry.

Laurie took a deep breath. “How big a parcel is Hester thinking of?”

Justin shook his head. “I have no idea. How big a parcel does it take to build a casino with hotel and parking? That’s what she’s talking about and ‘no’ is an answer Aunt Hester simply won’t hear.”

Slowly Laurie reached down to her belt and withdrew her cell phone. Thumbing onto the Contacts function, she scrolled down to ‘P’ and punched Provost. The other end of the connection began ringing.

*****

A lot can happen in two weeks, especially when a very rich, very determined and very angry elderly woman is driving things. And so a conference call started. Futter College was represented by the Provost, Otis Chandless, the President of the Futter Board of Regents, Jay Horner, and Laurie Beindre. Justin and Jacqueline represented the Heityme family’s interest in The West and Helen Growing Thunder, current Chief of the tribe, represented the Reservation. anadolu yakası escort

Across the country Congressional staffers joined banking executives, the architecture firm Jackie works for (senior partner, Everett Peabody, Jr. presiding), an undersecretary of the Bureau of Indian Affairs and others—including, of course, Franklin Heityme and Aunt Hester.

“Hello, everyone,” she began sternly, “this meeting is called to solve a problem. Therefore, there will be no ‘yes, but’ nonsense, no quoting ‘policy’ and absolutely no ‘but we’ve never done this before’. The problem will be solved and we will do it—won’t we?

Heads nodded all over the continent.

“Now, Provost Chandless, would you please begin?”

Otis cleared his throat. “Some years ago, Ebenezer Milkwood and his wife, being childless, left the bulk of their estate to the Futter Foundation. Among the articles in the bequest was a parcel of land encompassing some twelve-and-a-half acres bordering on Horner Field. The college hasn’t done anything with it because we haven’t had any use for it. It would be ideally located for a casino resort. Unfortunately, as the BIA as advised me, just owning the land wouldn’t meet the ‘sovereignty’ aspect of the tribe. It would have to be part of the Reservation land before the tribe could legally open a casino. Unfortunately, the Milkwood bequest specifically forbids the College selling the land.”

“However,” Chief Growing Thunder interjected, “the bequest strangely omits any reference to exchange and in that omission I believe lies the answer to our dilemma.”

“Quite so,” answered Undersecretary High Elk (Oglala Dakota), “If the Milkwood property were exchanged for land within the boundaries of the Reservation the Reservation’s boundaries would be redrawn to include the land on the airfield and the tribe could do with it as it wished.”

“If I may,” spoke up Ms. Kropofski from the Nature Conservancy, “Horner Springs Reservation abuts the National Forest. Once the exchange is made the Conservancy will buy the now saleable land from the college and donate it to the National Forest System. All parties benefit.”

*****

As the meeting droned on (and on!), out in the Provost’s waiting room Chief Growing Thunder’s teenaged twins, Malcolm and Marilyn, were raptly watching Michelle’s cell phone videos of polo games.

“Let me get this straight,” Malcolm began, “polo is like lacrosse played on horseback?”

“And girls can play with the guys?” added Marilynn.

“Mm-hm,” Michi replied, “I played with and against guys all the time back in Pemberton. Of course, we can’t use the mallet to check the way lacrosse players do.”

“Lacrosse—on horseback. Dude, how Indian can you get? We could do this! Forget all the fancy-pansy rich kid stuff. This is a dirt game just made for us.”

“Except that it’s really expensive,” Marilynn was less impressed. “I mean, it looks like fun and all but our ponies probably wouldn’t like doing all that close quarter maneuvering. They’re all about just get up and run.”

“You’d be surprised,” Michelle said with a wink, “some of the best polo ponies are U.S. quarter horse/thoroughbred cross. The same kind of agility a pony needs is what a quarter horse does cutting cattle. You guys would just have to get used to riding English.”

The two Indian kids were quiet and obviously thinking hard.

“Would—could there be polo scholarships to Futter?” Marilynn asked timidly.

*****

“I’m amazed,” Laurie said as she drove home, “The way your father marshalled everything together in such a short time was positively military.”

“Naval,” Justin responded, “Dad went to Annapolis. All the Heityme eldest sons go either to West Point or to Annapolis. The family opinion is that business school is for chumps. The way to maintain the family fortune is through logistics, not market theory, we believe. Back in the early days we tended to be cavalry officers but since WWII, men like Dad and my brother Randolph have concentrated on Supply.”

“Just the eldest sons? What about eldest daughters?”

Michelle snorted from the back seat of the jeep.

“There aren’t any,” Jacqueline explained, “The last daughter born into the direct Heityme line was Grandmother. I’m sure she would have made one Hell of an officer but women weren’t allowed into the academies back then so she went to Smith. Didn’t make much difference. She’s still in command.”

Laurie nodded thoughtfully. “So Futter College can thank an accident of birth order for you’re coming here?”

“Yup,” Justin answered, “I get to be a scientist instead of a financier by being born second. I don’t know if I’d have done well at one of the academies, anyway. I suspect that I’m not only happier but much better off out here in Futter. Fortunately, Randolph loves the play of money and goods so the fortune is safe in his hands. Anyway, it’s a major relief to not have to do anything more ataköy escort in this project. Aunt Hester is happy now so we can all be happy again. I was really worried there for a while. Thanks so much for remembering the Milkwood bequest, lover. That saved so much time and sweat!”

Laurie reached over and squeezed the inside of Justin’s thigh. “I got lucky. Given a choice between luck and brains, go for luck every time! Anyway, I think this calls for some sort of celebration.”

“Heck, yeah,” Jacqueline laughed, “Justin’s off the hook, the tribe will prosper, the family will make even more money, my firm has a new project and even the city will be better off, now that Frontier and Delta are going to start flying into Horner Field once a week to feed the casino. Jay really scored points by getting the city council to agree to building a modest terminal and expanding the parking for private aircraft. I can see this place becoming quite the upscale tourist draw. Now all we have to do is keep them at the casino and the lodge and not start sneaking into town and upsetting the place’s comfort zone.”

“Yeah,” Michelle agreed, “We definitely don’t want word of Horner Springs most important attraction to get out to the press. No strangers allowed in our orgies!”

“Speaking of which,” Jacqueline purred and reached forward to run her fingers through Justin’s hair as they arrived at the house, “since we’ve decided on a celebration, I move we gang bang my cousin.”

“Do what?” Justin squawked as he got out of the car, “Jacqueline!”

Michelle moved swiftly to pin his arms at his sides from behind. “Gee, Laurie and I have talked about that. We think it would be fun. Come on, baby, you know you’d like being crawled all over by naked women. Besides, once the new house is built we’ll have this bed for eight so let’s start figuring out how to use it.”

Laurie looked speculatively at Jacqueline. “How about a gang bang withA your cousin?” She moved behind the younger woman, wrapped her arms around her and pressed her hips against Jacki’s buttocks, “Unless I’m mistaken you’ve been too busy to really embrace the Horner Springs lifestyle, sweetie. Kids, I’m for taking our architect out for a test drive, hmm?”

“What? All of you?” Jacqueline was torn between alarm and excitement.

“Sounds good to me,” Justin grinned and reached back for Michi’s crotch, “Don’t tell me you didn’t get into any girly sex at Dartmouth. That place’s reputation is well-known.”

“Well, not really,” Jacqueline squeaked, “I mean all we did was kiss and cuddle a little. I never really got into it heavy.”

“Then maybe it’s time for some serious experimentation,” Laurie whispered in the girl’s ear, “Michi and I are already lovers; you may as well join in. And I know Justin would love to get into those Lady Wranglers of yours. Come inside with us, my girl, and then you’ll cum with us inside.”

Justin opened the door with a leer on his face while Laurie and Michelle pulled Jacqueline indoors. Jacki had had erotic ideas of her own but suddenly becoming the object of desire unsettled. Still, it was bound to be fun one way or another so she smiled and shrugged and allowed the passionate play to begin.

The two women swiftly and efficiently stripped her down and then began kissing and fondling her from both sides while Justin undressed, eyes twinkling, and cleared the coffee table for action.

“Go in the bedroom and get the Feeldoes™, baby,” Laurie commanded her naked lover with a wink, “and some KY and towels. This is going to be messy.”

“The great thing about a guy like Justin,” Michelle said quietly as she fondled Jacqueline’s breast with on hand and squeezed her butt with the other, “is that he actually can do all three of us while at the same time taking it from all three of us. Not that I expect you to be in the Top position tonight, sweetie. Tonight you’re the toy. I may even order a collar for you to wear whenever you come over.”

“Shh!” Laurie said sternly before starting to kiss a line down Jacqueline’s neck, “we don’t want to scare her off, you know.”

A collar? Jacqueline was intrigued. She’d been bored to tears with the men of her acquaintance back in Boston but wasn’t sure why. Now the idea started to percolate through her brain that what she wanted was a completely different relationship in private from what she wanted in public. Naturally she wanted respect for her abilities within her profession but behind the bedroom door? A little dominance, perhaps even some discipline might be just the kind of spice that her previously humdrum sex life was lacking.

“I’m not scared. And after all, if I’m going to explore the edges of kink, who better to do it with than you guys? I mean, with Laurie Beindre? Do me!”

Laurie held up a hand. “Okay, Jacki, understand that kinky scenes are all scripted and agreed on beforehand. If all you want is a little orgy for four, we can just begin. But if you have anything more than that in mind we need to stop and discuss the rules. So what do you have in mind?”

“Uh—well, I’m not sure. What are the options?”

Michelle straightened up and moved from fondling to a hug. She looked over at Justin who was coming back from the bedroom with Feeldoes™ in one hand and two kinds of lubricant in the other. “Laurie just pushed ‘Pause’,” she told him.

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Von meinem Pa habe ich den Faible für schnelle Autos her, so dass fast mein ganzes Gehalt für meinen gebrauchten Porsche und für Klamotten draufgeht. Den Rest spendieren mir meine Jungs und mein Freund Stefan.

Ich arbeite bei der MTU und bin in dieser Männerwelt, was versaute Sprüche angeht, echt abgehärtet. Wenn ich im Minirock und High Heels durch die Produktionshallen laufe, sind Sprüche wie “Hey du Schlampe, soll ich dir deine Fotze füllen?” oder “Komm sauge uns das Sperma aus den Eiern” oder “Willst du nen Eiweißdrink frisch aus dem Sack?” absolut an der Tagesordnung und machen mich immer ganz feucht im Schritt. Wenn mir danach ist, belohne ich die Jungs mit einem schnellen Handjob bis das Sperma auf den Boden klatscht.

An einem Tag im Frühjahr — es war der erste Tag an dem es wieder richtig sommerlich warm werden sollte und an dem ich wieder meine sliplose Zeit einläuten wollte — überhole ich auf dem Weg zur Arbeit etwas leichtsinnig einige Familienkutschen, als mir plötzlich wie aus dem Nichts ein Auto entgegenkommt. Instinktiv lenke ich meinen Porsche in den Acker und die entgegenkommende Autofahrerin hatte den gleichen Gedanken. Das war ein Schock für mich, ich zitterte am ganzen Körper und war kaum in der Lage, auszusteigen. So landen wir beide mit unseren Autos im Acker, sind aber unverletzt und das andere Weib zetert und schimpft, was das Zeug hält. So allmählich muss ich mich sammeln und mir wird schlagartig bewusst, dass Heels im Acker nicht das ideale Schuhwerk sind. Aber mit meiner blanken Fotze unter dem Mini kann ich sicherlich bei den Bullen punkten. Und manch einem schwillt noch zusätzlich der Kamm, wenn eine Lady im matschigen Acker und schlammigen Beinen bis hoch zu den Oberschenkeln in kam noch zu erkennenden Heels herumläuft. So war es dann auch. Die Jungbullen schenken mir mehr Glauben als der keifenden Geschäftsfrau in ihrem Hosenanzug.

Mein Auto allerdings ist fahruntüchtig und muss abgeschleppt werden. Um meinen Rennschlitten kümmern sich in der MTU immer einige Jungs, die mir fast jeden Wunsch von den Schamlippen ablesen.

Denen schildere ich per Handy kurz mein Problem, und bitte sie, schnellstmöglich zu kommen. Schließlich will ich mir auch keine Blasenentzündung holen. Im Nu sind die Jungs mit einem Autotransporter da und laden meinen verbeulten und verdreckten Porsche auf. Mittlereile bin ich genauso verdreckt, meine Heels sind vor lauter Lehm kaum zu erkennen und meine Beine sind bis zu den Oberschenkeln schlammbraun. “So nehmen wir dich nicht im Fahrerhaus mit,” flachsen die Jungs, “und überhaupt haben wir ja wohl einiges gut bei dir, oder?” Mir ist klar, dass ich in den nächsten Minuten ein eiweißhaltiges cremiges Frühstück erhalten werde und mir auch ansonsten etwas einfallen lassen muss. Auf das folgende Blaskonzert möchte ich gar nicht näher eingehen.

Als Belohnung für die Jungs, die mein Auto im Nu wieder repariert haben, habe ich mit dann folgendes ausgedacht:

Am Mittwoch überreiche ich jedem ein Kuvert mit einer Einladung für den kommenden Samstag in die Königsthermen, mit der Auflage, bis dahin nicht mehr zu wichsen oder zu ficken. Außerdem mache ich ihnen klar, dass ich nur sauber rasierte Schwänze blase. In der Königstherme gibt es einen riesigen eigenen Saunabereich mit Außensaunen und einigen frivolen Spielmöglichkeiten. Eine der Außensaunen werde ich gemeinsam mit meinem Freund etwas anders nutzen und meine sechs geilen Kollegen verwöhnen bzw. mich von ihnen so richtig durchficken lassen. Schon mit 16 haben mich ein paar ältere Jungs im Urlaub eingeritten und zur willigen Dreilochstute ausgebildet.

Da mein Freund gerne zuschaut und als letzter in mein zugeschleimtes Gesicht absahmt, hat er kein Problem mit meiner Art Kollegen zu belohnen. Mit meiner besten Freundin Petra, die mindestens genauso geil ist wie ich, kann ich sogar noch einen zusätzlichen Kick einbauen.

Der escort bayan fındıkzade Freitagnachmittag ist dem Styling vorbehalten, extralange Finger- sowie Fußnägel gehören für mich genauso dazu, wie eine blitzblank rasierte Pussy. Ich entscheide mich, morgen einen weißen, völlig durchsichtigen Stringbadeanzug anzuziehen der vorne so schmal geschnitten ist, dass ich ihn wunderbar in meine Clit ziehen kann. Hinten zieht sich ein ganz schmales Band durch meinen Hintern. Aber auf dem Weg zum Schwimmbad lasse ich natürlich meine zwei Prachteuter durch eine transparente Bluse scheinen und auch der Wicked Weasel Minirock kann meine blanke Pussy nicht ansatzweise verdecken. Schließlich habe ich sie auch mit einer Labienspange verziert, die meine beiden inneren Schamlippen auseinanderklappen und zusätzlich reizen. Um über den Dingen zu stehen, ziehe ich meine höchsten Plateauheels mit einer Höhe von 21 cm an.

Heute ist mein Schlampentag, ich benehme mich wie eine Schlampe und will auch so behandelt werden. Die Jungs erwarten mich schon auf dem Parkplatz. Bei meinem Anblick versteifen sich ihre Kolben. “Na, Jungs, wart ihr auch schön brav?” frage ich mit unschuldigem Blick und greife Tom und Alex in den Schritt. ” Schließlich sollt ihr mich richtig durchficken und zuschleimen.” Gerne tragen die Jungs meine Sachen und traben mit gierigen Blicken hinter mir her. Ihr Blick ruht auf dem vom Micromini unbedeckten Drittel meines Prachthinterns. Zwei Mal bleibe ich noch stehen und bücke mich, um ihre Vorfreude noch zu erhöhen.

Wie die Jungs dann in ihre Badeshorts gekommen sind, vermag ich nicht zu beurteilen, allerdings haben sich die Schwänze wieder versteift als sie mich im total transparenten Nichts von Badeanzug erblickt haben. Im Schwimmbecken sind wir nicht allzulange herumgetollt, Hier hat jeder versucht, mir von hinten seine Fickstange gegen meine Clit zu drücken um mir so seine Erregung zu zeigen.

Allmählich wird es etwas ruhiger im Bad. “So Jungs, ich könnte jetzt einen Saunagang vertragen,” säusele ich. “Was ist mit euch?”

Im Nu sind wir mit unserem Gepäck oben in der Saunalandschaft und schälen uns aus unseren Badeklamotten. Um die Jungs zu reizen, bitte ich meinen Freund Stefan mir doch die Labienspange wieder anzubringen und schlüpfe nicht in Badelatschen, sondern in nuttenmäßige Plateauheels aus durchsichtigem Plastik. “Na, Jungs, gefällt euch, was ihr seht?” Die steifen Schwänze sprechen Bände. “Kommt ihr Geilböcke, wir gehen in den Whirlpool, Stefan schau du dich doch schon mal nach einer leeren Sauna um!” Die geilen Böcke kennen keine Hemmungen mehr. Ihnen ist es egal, mit einem steifen Schwanz durch die Saunalandschaft zum Whirlpool zu laufen. Sie wollen jetzt nur eines, möglichst bald entsaften und dann ausdauernd ficken.

Im Whirlpool spüre ich sofort unzählige Hände, die alle empfindlichen Stellen meines Körpers verwöhnen. Fordernd hält mir Roland seinen Schwanz vor mein Gesicht. “Jetzt ramm ich mein Rohr in deine Maulfotze, jaaahhh ist das gut!” Für mich ist es das Höchste, so in der Öffentlichkeit genommen zu werden. Ein erster Orgasmus überwältigt mich als mir Roland seinen Geilschleim ins Gesicht schießt. Ich torkle aus dem Whirlpool und achte darauf, dass der Glibber in meinem Gesicht kleben bleibt. “Zwei Portionen verträgt mein Geilface schon noch,” fordere ich, ” sonst sieht man ja gar nicht, dass ich euer Fickstück bin, wenn wir in die Sauna gehen!” “Du verfickte Spermasau kriegst was du verdienst!” Mit diesen Worten ziehen Tom und Alex meinen Kopf an den Haaren nach hinten und schießen mir ihre dickflüssige Sacksuppe mitten ins Gesicht. Der erste Schub trifft gezielt in meine Augenhöhlen, die restlichen Schübe klatschen mir in die Fresse, in die Haare und auf meine gierige ausgestreckte Zunge. “Mach die Augen auf, du Luder, auf geht es in die Sauna.” Anfangs brennt es tierisch, aber dann ist Sperma in den Augen wie die nächste Stufe zur absoluten Geilheit.

Die Jungs haben mich bewusst an vielen Saunabesuchern vorbeigeführt und ich habe diesen Spermawalk genossen. Stefan hat eine 80 Grad-Sauna im Freien, die für 20 Personen geeignet ist, ausgemacht und für uns auserkoren. Derzeit hocken nur drei gut gebaute Jungs drin, die sicher nichts gegen unser Treiben haben werden. “Ich glaube, meine Gesichtsmaske braucht eine Auffrischung und auch ein Spermacocktail wäre mir jetzt recht! Jungs, schleimt endlich euren Überdruck aus den Eiern, dass ihr mich dann ausdauernd ficken könnt.” Das waren meine letzten verständlichen Worte, der Rest waren eher unverständliche Gurgel- und Stöhnlaute. Die Jungs haben wirklich viel von ihrem kostbaren Saft für mich aufgespart und lassen sich jetzt den Geilschleim von mir genüßlich aus den Eiern locken. Ihr Saft schmeckt einfach herrlich und Stefan vollendet als letzter meine perfekte Gesichtsmaske. Dann heben mich zwei Jungs direkt neben dem Saunaofen hoch. Ich umarme Max und schlinge meine Beine um ihn, damit er mich aufspießen kann. Doch er drückt mir seinen yeni escort Fickspeer nicht in meine hungrige Fotze sondern in meinen präparierten Arsch. Ich präpariere mir immer mein Arschloch, wenn ich mit einem Arschfick rechne. Dann ist Vergnügen garantiert. “So, Geili, jetzt gibt es Doppelanal!” Erbarmungslos drückt auch Tom seinen Knüppel durch meinen Schließmuskel. Ich habe das Gefühl, es zerreißt meinen Arsch. Aber schon nach einigen Stößen weicht der Schmerz der puren Lust, die durch einen Stellungswechsel kurz unterbrochen wird. Auf der unteren Bank liegt Roland mit seinem abstehenden Pfählrohr, dass ich mir jetzt in meine Möse ramme. Und schon wieder drücken zwei Schwänze durch meinen Schließmuskel. “Drei Schwänze, einfach geil, ” denke ich und schon steckt der vierte in meinem Fickmaul. “Du sollst uns bedienen und nicht deiner Lust frönen,” keucht einer. “Hey Jungs rotzt euer Sperma in das Geilface von meiner Fickbraut,” stöhnt Roland, und schon klatschen die nächsten Fontänen in mein Gesicht. Gleichzeitig pumpt ein Schwanz eine Ladung Sacksuppe in meine Mokkahöhle.

Da wird die Tür aufgerissen.

“Ja was ist denn hier los, das gibt’s doch gar nicht! Wo ist der Bademeister, oder die Polizei.”

In Sekundenschnelle schrumpeln die fleißigen Freudenspender zusammen. Meine Freundin Petra, die natürlich bis auf Stefan keiner kennt, hat mit ihrer Mutter die Sauna betreten. Verschmitzt blinzelt sie mir zu. “Jungs, das ist hier ja eine Massenvergewaltigung, oder was sagt das Opfer?” “Nein, nein, lassen sie mal. Ich habe meinen Spaß mit den Jungs.” Innerlich muss ich lachen. “Ein armes Mädchen ist doch mit so vielen notgeilen Kerlen überfordert,” wirft jetzt ihre Mutter ein. “Nachdem die Frau aber offensichtlich nicht in Not war, wollen wir das öffentliche Ärgernis nicht noch öffentlicher machen. Ich nehme an, wir dürfen mitsauen.” Mit diesen Worten breitet Petras Mutter ihr Handtuch auf der mittleren Liege aus und setzt sich mit weit gespreizten Beinen auf ihr Handtuch. Als die Jungs ihre zahllosen Fotzenpiercings sehen, schwellen die Kämme wieder an. Auch Petra hat es nicht länger ausgehalten und schon die erste Latte wieder hochgeblasen. Jungs, jetzt muss kein Schwanz mehr draußen bleiben, jetzt sind genug geile Löcher da! Mhh du schmeckst geil nach Arschfick, das liebe ich!” Jetzt geht das zügellose Treiben unvermindert über eine Stunde weiter, natürlich nicht in der Sauna, sondern in einer schwer einsehbaren Ecke auf der Liegewiese. Genüsslich lassen wir Geilstuten uns in alle Löcher gleichzeitig ficken, jeder darf abschleimen, wohin er will, so dass der Saft schon nach kurzer Zeit aus allen Löchern läuft, und in den Haaren und im Gesicht klebt. Irgendwann sind auch die geilsten Fotzen wundgefickt und haben auch den letzten Tropfen Sperma aus den Eiern gesaugt. “Schön, dass du uns den Tip gegeben hast,” murmelt eine durchgefickte Petra.

“So eine Belohnung habe ich mir nicht zu erträumen gewagt, wann fährst du denn wieder in den Acker?” fragt ein völlig erschöpfter Tom.

“Naja, vielleicht reicht ja auch schon eine Generalüberholung für eine kleine Belohnung, dann am Baggersee.”

Ihre Erlebnisse aufzuschreiben macht meiner Geili mittlerweile großen Spaß. Ich hoffe, euch macht das Lesen ebenso Freude. Meine Geili hat sich dazu entschieden, offen zu ihrer Fickfreude zu stehen und ihren Exhibitionismus auszuleben.

Vollweib oder Firmenschlampe?

“Was hat dir denn gestern am besten gefallen,” fragt mich mein Freund am Sonntag morgen, kaum dass ich aufgewacht bin. Da wir beide selbstverständlich nackt schlafen, kann ich einen ersten Blick auf seine Morgenlatte werfen. Stefan liebt “dirty Talking” und das war seine Einstiegsfrage.

“Der Augenblick , wenn das Sperma aus den Nillen der prallen Schwänze schießt und fett in mein Gesicht klatscht, während die geilen Böcke heftig stöhnen und Schub um Schub der Geilsoße weiter mein Gesicht verziert oder ich die Sacksuppe kosten kann, während sich zwei andere Kerle in meinem Arsch und meiner Möse austoben, ist einfach unbeschreiblich. Und was hat dir am meisten Spaß gemacht? Deiner geilen Stute beim Ficken mit drei Kerlen gleichzeitig zuzusehen?”

Stefans Schwanz steht kurz vor der Explosion.

“Nein, lass mich raten,” sage ich noch bevor er antworten kann, ” dich hat meine spermavolle Fotze und mein Arschloch aus dem der Geilglibber der Jungs rausgelaufen ist, scharf gemacht. Und es war das höchste für dich, meine spermanassen Löcher durchzuficken und darin als letzter abzusamen.”

“Ja, Schatz, das war super,” keucht mein Stecher. Bevor die erste Portion Sacksuppe ins Laken geht, bewege ich mich schnell nach unten und stülpe meine gierigen Lippen über den Lustbolzen. Schon explodiert der Kerl und spendet die erste Eiweißportion am Morgen. Einfach lecker!

Stefan zieht mich nach oben, um mich zu küssen. Die letzten zwei Schübe habe ich noch nicht geschluckt. Verspielt schieben wir uns das Sperma gegenseitig in die Münder, bis ich schlucke. escort bayan topkapı Sein Schwanz steht immer noch wie eine eins.

“Du könntest doch eigentlich auch in der Arbeit noch mehr von deinem Körper zeigen. Da hätte doch auch dein Chef bestimmt nichts dagegen,” meint er. “Aber dann meinen alle, ich bin eine Schlampe, mit der jeder ficken kann!”

” Du willst doch deine Triebe ausleben und deine Stecher suchst du dir selber aus. Aber macht es dir etwas aus deine Fickfreude im Kleidungsstil auszudrücken?”

“Nö, eigentlich nicht. Im Grunde macht es mich noch geiler.” “Ab morgen soll man deinen Arsch und deine blanke Möse ohne große Mühen in der Arbeit sehen, und am Abend teste ich deine spermanasse Fotze.” “Ach daher weht der Wind, du Schlammficker!”

Am nächsten Tag entscheide ich mich für einen ultrakurzen ockerfarbenen Wicked Weasel Mini und ein durchsichtiges Bandeautop zu 17cm Heels. Mit dem Mini brauche ich nicht einmal den Versuch unternehmen, etwas verbergen zu wollen, der Minirock endet einfach auf Fotzenhöhe.

“Du schaust einfach geil aus,” schwärmt Stefan und rammt mir seinen Fickbolzen von hinten in meine Saftfotze, als ich gerade am Spiegel stehe und mich schminke. Es ist einfach immer wieder ein herrliches Gefühl, einen steifen Schwanz in der Möse zu spüren. Und wie gekonnt er mich durchbockt und mit seinen 30 cm alles reizt was man reizen kann. Und jetzt verwöhnt er auch noch meinen Kitzler mit zwei Fingern. Ich will jetzt nur noch ficken und meinen Spaß haben. “Alle Fickbullen werden noch mehr angelockt, wenn sie Sperma bei einer Ficke riechen,” stöhnt Stefan.

Um mich herum dreht sich alles, ich genieße meinen Orgasmus und spüre wie heiße Lava gegen meine Gebärmutter gespritzt wird, wieder und immer wieder.

Ein Blick auf die Uhr holt mich zurück in die Wirklichkeit. Den Ficklümmel noch schnell sauber geleckt und ab geht es in die Arbeit.

Die meisten Jungs bekommen bei meinem Anblick einen Blutsturz, die wenigen Weiber bei uns tuscheln empört. Ich genieße den Weg vom Parkplatz ins Büro, im ultrakurzen Micromini und spermanassen Schenkeln schreite ich dahin. Es geilt mich auf zu wissen, dass sich den Jungs bei meinem Anblick die Hose ausbeult.

In unserem Team arbeiten neben Birgit (45) und Anna (21) fünf Jungs verteilt auf zwei Großraumbüros. Unser Chef Bockdan hat sein eigenes Büro. Er ist genauso alt wie ich, hat eine athletische Figur und ist für seinen langen und dicken Fickspeer berüchtigt. Einige Kolleginnen haben ihn schon beim FKK gesehen und sind stark beeindruckt. “Guten Morgen Angelika,” begrüßt er mich, bei deinem Anblick fängt doch die Woche gut an. Willst du die Motivation im Team heben, und nicht nur die,” flachst er. “Aber jetzt bestehen endlich keine Zweifel mehr, dass du gerne auf Slips verzichtest. Super dein neues Outfit, ich hoffe, das ist keine Eintagsfliege, weil du gerade nichts anderes zum Anziehen gefunden hast?” “Nein Chef, das ist meine neue Sommermode. Ich hoffe, der Anblick einer rasierten, schwanzhungrigen Fotze stört sie nicht.”

“Nein, nein ganz im Gegenteil.” Seine Hose droht zu platzen.

“Mich stört der Anblick von harten geilen Schwänzen auch nicht,” säusele ich, “mich macht dieser Anblick total heiß und mich überkommt das Verlangen, die Rohre zum Spritzen zu bringen.” Bewusst provoziere ich Bockdan, wenn es mir jetzt gleich hier gelingt, dass er mich vor allen im Team durchfickt, ist das Eis gebrochen.

Langsam gehe ich auf ihn zu und streiche mit meiner rechten Hand über seine mächtige Beule. Was für ein Gerät! Gott sei Dank hat ihn seine Ehestute heute morgen nicht gemolken und er verzichtet auch auf das Tragen von Slips. “Hol ihn raus, du Sau, und lutsch ihn!” stöhnt er.

Kaum dass ich ihn aus der Dunkelheit befreit habe, rammt er mir seinen abnormen Prügel in meinen Fickhals. Lecker, wie der Schwanz nach Geilheit schmeckt! Meine Sackmassage bringt ihn dem Wahnsinn näher. Aber mit seinem Rohr bekomme ich fast eine Maulsperre. Jetzt fahre ich sein gesamtes Rohr mal seitlich mit meinen Lippen ab, lutsche gezielt nur die Eichel und spiele mit seinem Bändchen während meine Hand seinen Sack massiert, das bringt seine Eier zum Kochen. Derweil bleiben meine Kollegen auch nicht untätig. Schließlich sind ja noch Eingänge frei. Abwechselnd rammeln mich die Jungs durch, stöhnend schleimt einer nach dem anderen ab. In dicken Schlieren läuft mir die Ficksoße an den Innenseiten meiner Schenkel hinab.

“Ich kooommmmeee!!!” brüllt Bockdan und zieht seine Fotzenramme aus meinem Fickmaul, um mir seinen Geilglibber ins Gesicht zu schleimen.

Schub um Schub schießt er mir in mein Geilface — einfach nur geil!

“Ah, war das gut,” keucht er zufrieden. Soviel habe ich schon lange nicht gespritzt. Aber du verstehst es meisterhaft, einem den letzten Tropfen aus den Eiern zu locken. Dein Blasemaul ist ja fast waffenscheinpflichtig.” “Und dein Sperma wäre in jedem Feinkostladen der Verkaufsschlager. Aber frisch gezapft schmeckts am Allerbesten.”

Aus den Augenwinkeln bemerke ich die Fassungslosigkeit von Birgit und Anna. “Na ihr zwei, dürfen das euer Stecher bei euch nicht?” frage ich provozierend mit meinem spermaverzierten Gesicht. “Sperma ist gut für die Gesichtshaut und schmeckt einfach köstlich. Aber ihr beiden steht wohl mehr auf Blümchensex?”

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„Sollen wir mal reingehen?”

Ich sehe ihn ungläubig an. „War das jetzt dein Ernst?”

Reiner zuckt mit den Schultern. „Ja … Wieso? Da haben wir doch kürzlich noch drüber gesprochen.”

„Wann sollen wir denn darüber gesprochen haben”, protestiere ich, um Zeit zu gewinnen, obwohl mich sofort eine Ahnung überfällt, worauf er anspielt.

„Na, neulich im Bett”, flüstert er fast, obwohl weit und breit niemand zu shen ist. „Du hast gesagt es würde dir auch gefallen.”

„Aber … das war doch nur eine Fantasie!”

„Ich habe damals ausdrücklich gefragt, ob du es auch mal in Wirklichkeit erleben möchtest. Und du hast ohne Zögern ja gesagt. Und das auch so gemeint, wenn du mich fragst.”

Ich erinnere mich natürlich daran. Wir hatten im Fernsehen einen von diesen Reports gesehen, in denen es um sexuelle Vorlieben ging. Unter anderem wurden Paare interviewt — und auch mit den üblichen abdeckenden Zensur-Blenden bei ihren Aktivitäten gezeigt –, die in Pornokinos gehen, um ano­­nym Mitspieler zu finden, wobei vor allem Männerüberschuss an der Tagesordnung ist. Später im Bett waren wir dann schon etwas aufgeheizt. Ich fragte Reiner, ob er sich etwa vorstellen könne, so etwas zu machen. Ich gebe zu, es erregt mich, wenn er mir seine Fantasien mitteilt, und ermuntere ihn gern dazu.

Er sagte ja, wenn alles in niveauvollem Rahmen bleibe, könne er sich schon vorstellen, mich da vor einem oder auch zwei, drei Männern auszuziehen, sie zusehen und auch mich streicheln zu lassen. Wenn ich das wünschte und schön fände, hätte er auch nichts dagegen, dass sie mich fickten.

Normaler Weise hätte ich sicher sarkastisch gefragt, wie es denn in einer solchen Umgebung niveauvoll zugehen könne. Überhaupt war der Gedanke an Geschlechtsverkehr mit einem anderen Mann für mich absurd. Aber ich trieb gerade einem Orgasmus entgegen, als er mich gleich darauf fragte, ob mich diese Vorstellung denn auch erregen würde. Ich weiß, dass ich ja sagte. Und als er nachfragte, ob ich das auch in Wirklichkeit mal machen wollte, hatte ich wieder „ja” gestöhnt.

Gewiss sprach ich damit aus, was ich in diesem Moment fühlte und dachte. Aber nicht nur Männern rutscht eben der Verstand in bestimmten Situationen zwischen die Beine. Ich hätte nie für möglich gehalten, dass Reiner dieses Bettg­e­flüster ernst nahm und in die Realität umsetzen wollte.

Dabei hat es heute doch eigentlich ein weiterer Tag unbeschwerten Genusses sein sollen. Wir machen gerade eine Woche Sommerurlaub in Süddeutschland. Mehr ist Reiner aufgrund eines Großauftrags seiner Firma in diesem Jahr nicht möglich, und wir wollen das Beste daraus machen. Kein langer Reisestress, ein wenig Ausspannen im Freibad, Wandern, Kultur, viel gutes Essen. Heute war Stadtbesichtigung angesagt: In Regensburg waren wir zuvor noch nie.

Der Tag hat vielversprechend mit Sonnenschein begonnen. Als ich unschlüssig überlegte, was ich anziehen sollte, meinte Reiner noch: „Zieh dir doch das hübsche Kleid an, das du für abends im Restaurant mitgenommen hast. Da gibt es in Regensburg einen Sterne-Koch, bei dem nehmen wir dann wenigstens einen kleinen Mittagsimbiss.”

Doch kaum waren wir in Regensburg, waren dunkle Wolken aufgezogen, und die Stadt machte ihrem Namen alle Ehre. Auch die schönste Stadt ist bei Regenwetter kein Erlebnis. Der Mittagsimbiss beim Sterne-Koch war dann eher Zuflucht als i-Tüpfelchen, aber immerhin ein Highlight. Um so unlustiger war es, wieder hinaus in den Regen zu treten. Der Wein beim Essen, auch wenn es nur ein Glas gewesen war, tat ein Übriges, den Tatendrang für heute zu bremsen. So waren wir uns rasch einig, den Rückweg zum Parkhaus anzutreten und zurück in unser Hotel zu fahren.

Und jetzt ist Reiner hier vor diesem — wie nennt man es doch gleich? — Sexladen, Pornogeschäft, nein, jetzt weiß ich es wieder: Sexshop stehen geblieben, und er fragt mich allen Ernstes, ob ich mit ihm da reingehen will. Dabei ist die peinliche Situation, diesen Laden als Frau zu betreten, unangenehm genug, aber noch nicht einmal das Schlimmste. Denn da ist die Sache mit dem Pornokino, das es in diesem Sexshop bestimmt gibt und an das Reiner jetzt gewiss denkt.

Ich sehe mein Spiegelbild in der Schaufensterscheibe: eine keineswegs alt wirkende Frau unter einem Regenschirm im roten Sommerkleid. Ich trage nicht oft Kleider oder Röcke, eher nur zu gegebenen Anlässen, denn Hosen finde ich einfach praktischer. In diesem Kleid allerdings habe ich das Gefühl, besonders gut auszusehen. Übertriebener Schlankheitswahn hat in mir keine Anhängerin, aber ich achte auf meine Figur. Denn wenn ich nicht aufpasse, zeigt die Waage ganz schnell ein paar Kilo mehr an, als gut für mich ist. Zur Magersucht neige ich also nicht, aber ich bin ein bisschen stolz darauf, dass ich mir eine schlanke Taille und einen flachen Bauch bewahrt habe. Meine Busenmaße sind nur mäßiger Durchschnitt, dafür fällt der altersbedingte Verlust an Festigkeit nicht so ins Gewicht. Reiner findet sogar, mein Busen sei noch top in Form. Weiter escort bayan etiler unten — na gut, der Po könnte kleiner sein, die Oberschenkel schlanker. Andererseits liebt Reiner etwas üppige Rundungen an dieser Stelle. Und wie man so hört, ein Großteil anderer Männer ebenfalls. In diesem Wissen arrangiert man sich auch leichter mit den unvermeidlichen Spuren von Zellulitis. Dass ich über 50 bin, kann ich oft selbst kaum glauben, wenn ich mich so sehe. Jetzt gerade allerdings würde ich mich in Jeans und Regenjacke blickdicht verpackt weit sicherer fühlen.

Hat Reiner den Sexshop-Besuch etwa schon geplant, als er mir das Kleid vorschlug? Nein, das traue ich ihm denn doch nicht zu. Er nutzt einfach spontan die Gelegenheit.

„Ist heute für einen solchen Versuch doch eigentlich ideal”, höre ich ihn sagen. Fremde Stadt, uns kennt hier niemand, eine stille Seitenstraße, und dann zu dieser Tageszeit. Niemand zu sehen, wahrscheinlich ist der Laden sogar völlig leer.”

Irgendwie läuft die Diskussion den falschen Weg. Reiner spricht über die richtige Gelegenheit und den richtigen Zeitpunkt, während ich krampfhaft nach Argumenten suche, das Vorhaben grundsätzlich als Irrtum hinzustellen.

„Also ich habe wirklich keine Lust dazu, ich habe das neulich nicht so gemeint, es war eben nur … so … dahergeredet.”

„Na gut, wenn du meinst.” Die Enttäuschung in seiner Stimme ist deutlich herauszuhören.

Und schon habe ich ein schlechtes Gewissen. Ich verderbe ihm den Spaß, vielleicht sogar den Rest des ohnehin so kurzen Urlaubs. Mitleid — die große weibliche Schwäche … In mir streiten zwei Ängste: die Angst vor dem Unbekannten, gar vor dem Verlust der persönlichen Würde, und die Angst, Reiner etwas zu nehmen, worauf er sich so gefreut hat.

Sagte ich weibliche Schwäche? Richtig: Im Gefühl, wider besseres Wissen zu handeln, seufze ich: „Meinetwegen. Aber nur dieses eine Mal.

Immerhin ist er so rücksichtsvoll, mir nicht den Vortritt zu lassen. In seinem Windschatten husche ich nach ihm in das Geschäft. Innerlich schreit alles in mir: „Hier habe ich nichts verloren, hier gehöre ich nicht hin.”

Sachlich betrachtet, ist es gar nicht so schlimm. Die Umgebung wirkt nicht einmal neu auf mich. Klar, auch das Innere solcher Sexshops wurde schon in einschlägigen Fernseh-Reports gezeigt, und wahrscheinlich sehen sie alle ähnlich aus. Im Eingangsbereich ein Gang mit Türen, offenbar Eingänge zu kleinen Kabinen — „Wichskabinen” –, für notgeile Männer, die gar nicht erst den Verkaufsbereich betreten, sondern gleich hier gegen Münzeinwurf ihre Lust loswerden wollen. Dann der eigentliche Ladenraum, Regale an den Wänden, mit Magazinen, Videokassetten, DVDs, Vibratoren und anderen „Spielzeugen”, Reizwäsche, auch für bizarre Neigungen. Und am gegenüberliegenden Ende des Verkaufraums eine Tür mit einem Schild „Kino”. Vorn die Kasse, hinter dem Tresen ein erstaunlich normal aussehender schlanker junger Mann, der höflich grüßt, dann aber zu meiner Erleichterung sehr zurückhaltend bleibt. Keine erstaunten oder anzüglichen Blicke, keine auffällige Geschäftikeit, nicht einmal Verwunderung im Blick. Ist es so nomal, dass hier eine Frau auftaucht? Aber vielleicht ist er ja auch schwul und der Anblick von Frauen lässt ihn sowieso kalt.

Von dem Verkäufer abgesehen ist der Shop tatsächlich menschenleer. Glück gehabt! Draußen war es trotz des Regens schwül, aber hier drin ist es angenehm klimatisiert. Reiner bleibt an einem Regal stehen, nimmt ein Magazin heraus und blättert darin. Ein Kontakt-Magazin, das erkenne auch ich ohne großes Rätselraten.

„Wenigstens benimmt sich der Mann”, murmele ich.

Reiner schaut mich überrascht an, grinst dann. „Was hast du denn erwartet?” fragt er leise. Dass er über dich herfällt? Oder dich dumm anmacht? Der lebt davon, dass er hier Umsatz macht Da verhält sich doch keiner geschäftsschädigend.”

Ich geniere mich ein wenig wegen meiner wohl etwas wirklichkeitsfernen Befürchtung. Versuche mich jetzt auch auf die Auslagen zu konzentrieren, obwohl ich mir nicht wirklich vorstellen kann, dass sie mich interessieren. Soll ich mir auch ein Magazin anschauen? Oder das Regal mit den Vibratoren inspizieren? Im Fernsehen sieht man meistens, dass Frauen sich am ehesten dafür interessieren. „Die Dinger haben ja auch was”, schießt es mir durch den Kopf. Muss dabei, jetzt schon etwas entspannter, sogar innerlich lächeln. Die Wirkung eines Vibrators ist mir natürlich nicht unbekannt. Reiner hat im Lauf der Jahre einige gekauft. Klar, ihm sind solche Sexshops bestimmt vertraut. Er hat ja auch gelegentlich Magazine und Pornovideos angeschleppt.

Plötzlich steht der junge Verkäufer neben mir. Vielleicht ist er ja auch der Inhaber, aber egal, für mich ist er weiterhin der Verkäufer. Zwar liegt gut ein Meter zwischen uns, er kommt also nicht aufdringlich nah, aber trotzdem verkrampfe ich wieder ein wenig, weiß jetzt erst recht nicht, was ich hier vor dem Regal anstellen soll. Er nimmt sich ebenfalls ein Magazin.

Was will er? Hält er uns für potenzielle Ladendiebe und will uns auf die Finger sehen? Oder escort will er uns, vor allem mir als Frau, demonstrieren, wie toll das Angebot ist, nämlich dass es sogar ihn immer noch neugierig macht? Sozusagen Solidarität mit unserem Interesse an den Auslagen de­mons­trie­ren?

Aus den Augenwinkeln mustere ich ihn. Er ist nicht größer als ich. Als Mann fällt er für mich damit in die Kategorie „klein”, und für kleine Männer konnte ich mich noch nie so recht erwärmen. Nach meinen Erfahrungen sind sie oft ausgesprochen eitel und geltungsbedürftig. Trotzdem verspüre ich Neugier, wüsste gern, was so einen denn reizt. Er blättert, hält inne. Ein ganzseitiges Foto. Ich erkenne eine Frau, die von einem Mann umarmt wird. Dann ist der Verkäufer wohl doch nicht schwul … Nächste Seite. Jetzt sind sie zu dritt, ein weiterer Mann ist zu sehen. Zwei Seiten weiter. Die drei sind von hinten zu sehen, nebeneinander, die Frau in der Mitte. Die beiden Männer haben der Frau gemeinsam den Rock hochgeschoben. Strapse, Strümpfe, ein nackter Po. Sie ist sehr schlank, schmale Hüften, kleiner Po. Wie sie eben heute aussehen müssen und dabei alle zum Verwechseln ähnlich sind, denke ich etwas gehässig. Auf den nächsten Bildern wird man sicher auch noch sehen, dass sie da unten blank rasiert ist. Einheitslook …

Obwohl mir die junge Frau in dem Magazin nicht im geringsten ähnlich ist, durchzuckt mich plötzlich der Gedanke, dass wir hier in gleicher Anordnung stehen. Ich zwischen zwei Männern. Zum Glück nicht so eng beisammen. Absurde Fantasie: Wenn die beiden jetzt näher rückten, mir ­gemein­­sam das Kleid hochzögen wie der Frau in dem Magazin …? Ich in meinem sommerlichen Outfit, ohne Strumpfhose, mit nackten Beinen … na gut, ich hätte wenigstens einen Slip vorzuweisen, aber der wäre auch nicht lange ein Hindernis für Männer, die einem schon das Kleid hochgeschoben haben …

Ob der Kerl das Heft bewusst ausgewählt hat, in der Hoffnung, das ich hingucke und Parallelen zu uns hier ziehe?

Im nächsten Moment wird mir klar, dass es kein guter Gedanke war, mir so etwas auszumalen. Ich sehe mich selbst gewiss nicht als das, was man unter einer sexgeilen Frau versteht, als „hot woman”, wie man wohl solche Frauen bezeichnet. Aber in bestimmten Momenten reagiert mein Körper unwillkürlich auf eine Weise, die mir oft eher unangenehm ist und deretwegen ich mich früher sogar vor Reiner geschämt habe. Es ist immer wieder mal vorgekommen, dass eine Filmszene, ­eine Passage in einem Buch reichten, um spontan eine Wirkung auszuüben, die ich gar nicht gewollt habe. So auch jetzt. Ausgerechnet jetzt, was ich nicht begreife. Aber vielleicht hat es meine nervliche Anspannung ja sogar gefördert: Innerhalb von Sekunden werde ich feucht zwischen den Schenkeln. Und wie!

Obwohl ich weiß, dass niemand davon etwas merken kann, fühle ich mich wie auf dem Präsentierteller. Als bekämen sowohl Reiner als auch der fremde junge Mann genau mit, was mit mir los ist. Das Höschen ist im Nu total durchgeweicht, Fast bilde ich mir ein, es müsste schon Nässe an meinen Schenkeln herunterrinnen. Natürlich habe ich keinen Ersatzslip in meiner Handtasche. Wieso auch?

Grotesk: Hier gäbe es genug Wäsche zu kaufen. Das wär’s dann noch: mir jetzt ein Reizhöschen zu kaufen, um es in einer stillen Ecke gegen den nassen Slip auszutauschen … Allmählich steigert sich mein Unbehagen zur Panik. Ich muss unbedingt etwas gegen diese Überschwemmung tun. Dann der Rettungsanker, zumindest ein kleiner: Ich habe doch für alle Fälle immer Slipeinlagen bei mir!

„Gibt es es hier eine Toilette?” höre ich mich fragen.

Reiner dreht erstaunt den Kopf in meine Richtung. Ich hatte ja noch unmittelbar, bevor wir das Restaurant verließen, die Toilette aufgesucht. Das ist nicht einmal eine halbe Stunde her. „Aber ja”, sagt der junge Verkäufer, „dort hinten durch die Tür zum Kino. Gleich dahinter sind links die Toiletten.”

Mir ist etwas mulmig, als ich die Tür öffne, aber dahinter ist nur ein kleiner Gang, an dessen Ende offenbar erst eine weitere Tür in den eigentlichen Kinoraum führt. Links zwei Türen, für Damen und Herren. Ach ja, wahrscheinlich muss der Laden wegen des Kinobetriebs Toiletten vorweisen.

Die Toilette ist sogar sehr sauber. Hätte ich nicht erwartet. Mache ich mir eigentlich zu viele falsche Vorstellungen von diesen Dingen? Unwichtig. Aber die Slipeinlage will nicht haften. Das allein wäre jetzt wichtig. Der Slip ist im Schritt viel zu nass. Himmel, hätte ich dumme Kuh doch nie ja gesagt …

Die Vorstellung, zwischen einem weiterhin nasstriefendem Stoffzwickel in meinem Schritt und einer hin und her rutschenden Einlage wählen zu müssen, macht mich fertig. Kurz entschlossen umwickle ich Slip und Einlage mit ein paar Papiertaschentüchern und stopfe alles zusammen in meine Handtasche, versuche dann mehr oder weniger erfolgreich, mich mit einem weiteren Papiertaschentuch zwischen den Schenkeln etwas trockenzuwischen, streiche das Kleid über meinem nackten Unterleib glatt und verlasse die Toilette.

Reiner und der Verkäufer stehen viel dichter beieinander als vorhin. Misstrauisch frage esenler escort bayan ich mich, ob sie gar zusammengerückt sind, um sich zu unterhalten. Und wenn ja: worüber? Kann mir eigentlich egal sein. Aber da kann ich mich jetzt unmöglich in die Lücke zwischen sie drängen und meinen Platz von vorhin einnehmen.

Der Verkäufer hört wohl meine Schritte, dreht sich um und macht höflich Platz. Er legt das Magazin zurück ins Regal, beachtet mich nicht weiter, geht wieder hinter seine Kasse.

Während ich wieder unschlüssig vor dem Regal stehe, bin ich mir mit unangenehmer Deutlichkeit meiner Nacktheit unter dem Kleid bewusst. Unterhalb der Hüften weit und ausgestellt, ist das Kleid weiter oben für meine Figur sehr passgenau geschnitten, betont meinen schlanken Oberkörper und die schmale Taille. Aber für mein Gefühl spannt es sich jetzt viel enger als je zuvor um meine Taille und weiter unten auch um Hüften und Po. Ich fühle geradezu den Blick des Verkäufers auf meinem Hintern. Bestimmt kann er sehen, dass ich kein Höschen mehr anhabe, meine nackten Hinterbacken müssen sich unter dem dünnen Stoff in aller üppigen Deutlichkeit abzeichnen.

Reden hilft vielleicht, meine Nervosität abzubauen. „Ich bin ja ganz froh, dass wir die einzigen hier sind. Aber wie kann sich so ein Laden eigentlich bei so wenig Kundschaft halten?” frage ich Reiner leise.

„Stimmt”, antwortet er. „Früher waren das sicher Goldgruben. Aber seit du fast alles im Internet gratis haben kannst, dürfte es für diese Shops auch ziemlich eng geworden sein. Hier spielt natürlich auch die Tageszeit eine Rolle. Wahrscheinlich halten die Läden sich eher damit über Wasser, dass ihre Kinos abends Treffs für Leute sind, die anonymen Live-Kontakt suchen. Das kann das Internet so spontan ja nicht bieten. — Apropos … sollen wir jetzt nicht mal hier ins Kino? Keine Angst, ist bestimmt ebenfalls leer.”

Was vorhin noch eine Angstvorstellung war, ist mir nun fast willkommene Zuflucht. Auch wenn mein Verstand sagt, dass ich mir die wissenden Blicke des Verkäufers nur einbilde — wahrscheinlich blickt er bei seinem korrekten Verhalten überall hin, nur nicht auf mich –, gehe ich jetzt bereitwillig auf Reiners Vorschlag ein: Das Kino bedeutet rettende Dunkelheit, Abtauchen in ein Versteck.

Reiner geht zur Kasse, fragt den Verkäufer, was das Kino kostet. „Für Sie fünf Euro”, antwortet der, für Ihre Begleiterin nichts. Damen in Begleitung von Herren haben freien Eintritt. Haben Sie es passend? Sonst wechsel ich gern.”

Reiner lässt sich einen 10-Euro-Schein wechseln, wir betreten den Gang, den ich schon kenne. Am Ende des Ganges die Tür mit dem Münzeinwurf, den ich vorhin gar nicht wahrgenommen habe. Da hatte ich andere Sorgen …

Reiner wirft die Münzen ein, ein Tonsignal, dass wir die Tür öffnen können. Drei Schritte und wir stehen im dunklen Kino.

Die Augen müssen sich erst an die Dunkelheit gewöhnen, ehe ich etwas erkennen kann. Aber das dauert nicht sehr lange, denn mitten in den Sitzreihen gibt es so etwas wie flache Abstell­tische, die von innen beleuchtet sind. Rote Glasoberflächen verleihen ihnen die Funktion schummriger Lampen. Nach kaum einer Minute kann ich alles erkennen. Der Kinoraum ist leer. Erleichterung!

Die beleuchteten Tische unterteilen die Sitzreihen in der Mitte. Sechs Sitze in jeder Reihe, drei rechts, drei links von den Tischen. Wir befinden uns an der Rückwand des Kinos, stehen neben der letzten Sitzreihe, die Reiner dann wählt. Er geht durch bis zum letzten Sitz an der Wand. Ich folge ihm natürlich, setze mich neben ihn. Rechts neben mir noch ein leerer Platz, dann der Tisch. Lieber hätte ich auf den Platz gleich neben dem Tisch gesessen, der würde jeden auf Distanz halten, der sich noch rechts neben mich setzen will. Aber gut, es ist ja niemand sonst da.

Kaum sitze ich, wird mir klar, dass diese Position angesichts der Nässe in meinem Schritt alles andere als günstig ist. Wenn das Kleid sich dagegen drückt, wird die Feuchtigkeit nachher auf dem leichten Stoff deutlich zu sehen sein. Der Gedanke, meinen blanken Hintern und die unbedeckte Möse mit dem Sitz in Kontakt zu bringen, ist zwar alles andere als verlockend. Ich will mir nicht vorstellen, womit er vor mir schon alles in Berührung gekommen sein könnte. Aber vor die die Wahl gestellt, entweder meine hygienischen Bedenken hintan zu stellen oder nachher mit einem peinlichen Fleck im Kleid zurück in den Laden und auf die Straße zu müssen, sehe ich keine Alternive. Ich hebe meinen Po unmerklich an und ziehe die rückwärtige Partie des Kleides bis fast zur Taille hoch, während ich darauf achte, dass vorn die Oberseite meiner Schenkel bedeckt bleibt — alles ganz vorsichtig, damit Reiner es nicht mitkommt und sich fragt, was ich denn da treibe.

Das wäre geschafft! Es gelingt mir sogar, mich wieder etwas zu entspannen und auf den Film zu schauen. Wenigstens einer mit etwas Handlung, aber bald natürlich auch eindeutigen Szenen. Die schon gewohnte Wirkung bleibt nicht aus, ein Ende der Überschwemmung zwischen meinen Schenkeln ist nicht abzusehen. Aber das kann mir jetzt eigentlich auch gleichgültig sein. Hauptsache, das alles bekommt kein Fremder mit. So wie ich Reiner kenne, wird er sowieso gleich seine Hände nicht mehr bei sich halten und herauszufinden versuchen, ob der Film bei mir wirkt. In dem menschenleeren Kino werde ich noch nicht einmal einen Grund finden, ihm das zu verwehren.

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