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Tamara started up her computer and then her email program and was discouraged to find a dozen or so unread messages. Typically, most emails meant more work. As she made her way through the emails, providing data requested or taking notes as to what samples would be sent her way for testing.

One email really caught her attention. It was from Derek, their technical sales representative on the West Coast. Her name was in the copy field and the email was addressed to a customer of theirs. It read “Mitch, if it’s okay with you, I’d like to bring our lab manager with me to your lab. Are you available some time in the next two weeks?”

Derek wanted her to go with him to Alaska? Sure enough, within a few minutes, there were two more emails in her inbox. One from Mitch, their customer in a small town in Alaska, informing them of his availability. The other was from Derek, asking her if she was also available those dates and explaining that their customer’s lab was having issues when testing their product.

Tamara wrote back “Derek, are you really REALLY inviting me to go to Alaska with you? ALASKA????!!!!”

Derek wrote back that yes, he was, but unfortunately, it would have to be a very quick trip.

Tamara checked with her boss and got approval to go and so, with a few more emails exchanged, it was set that Tamara would be going to Alaska with Derek the following week.

The morning of the trek there, Tamara had to fly to Seattle, where she was met by Derek. Together, they got on the flight from Seattle to Anchorage. As they boarded the plane, Derek, ever the gentleman, always had her go first and looked out for her. When they got to their row of seats, he gently guided her in, putting his hand on the small of her back as he did so. Tamara felt a flush come over her and chided herself “Hold on to your horses woman, it’s just a touch!”

On the way there, they discussed the issues their customer was having and the potential sources. In Anchorage, after a short layover when they had time to grab a bite, they boarded their final flight to the remote town where their customer was. Again, a few times, Derek touched her for various reasons and every time, her body reacted. Tamara told herself “Girl, it’s been way too long, you have got to get yourself a boyfriend soon!” Tamara enjoyed Derek’s company and he wasn’t so bad to look at either with his slightly curly blond hair and blue eyes and he was oh-so-attentive! But he was taken, married with two children, one only a few months old! So Tamara worked at keeping her hormones in check as they drove the the customer’s site. Yet, any chance she had, she would sneak a peek, drinking in his good looks. Tamara couldn’t help but think “This guy DEFINES eye candy.”

They met with the customer, visited their lab and discussed the issues. Tamara asked a bunch of questions and Derek was glad he’d brought her along as, through her non-accusatory questions, she got the customer to figure out where they’d gone wrong in testing their product. Their product was fine and it was only a misunderstanding of the specification and the inexperience of their lab technicians that had caused them to think the product was at fault. By the end of the afternoon, everyone involved was happy with the resolution.

It was around 6 pm when they made their way to the inn where Derek had made reservations for the night. As they approached, they saw that part of the inn had been damaged by fire. At the desk, they were told that the fire had happened the day before and that three rooms had been damaged. The manager then said “But don’t worry, we still have a room for you. Only it’s one room. It does have two beds. Think you guys can share the room? There’s not much else available around here and all flights out have left already. We’re terribly sorry about this.”

Derek looked at Tamara and asked “Think you can handle my snoring for one night?”

Tamara laughed “Maybe you’re the one who’ll have to put up with mine!”

The Manager then said “We do have one other little problem. The fire forced us to cut off the gas supply for a while so there’s no heat yet in the rooms and no gas for cooking. However, we do have a crew working on a solution to the gas supply and we have an alternate method of making dinner so we can feed you and we’ll have heat as soon as we can.”

Derek then said “Well, it’s not like we have much choice here so let’s make the gebze escort best of it! I take it we’ll have a bar-b-q?”

The Manager smiled “Thank you for being so open-minded. And yes, we have a grill going. Our chef is being very creative. I’m sure you’ll enjoy. If you folks could make it back down here in about half an hour, we’ll have a great meal for you.”

Derek and Tamara went up to their room and found that it was a very nice room indeed with two queen-sized beds adorned with thick duvets and several pillows. The washroom was simple yet efficient with a deep soaker tub. Too bad they didn’t have hot water! Oh well. There was an electrical kettle provided so they could warm up water to wash up while the crew worked on the gas system. Tamara was impressed that they would think of that.

After washing up quickly, they made their way down to the dining room. Again, Derek put his hand on the small of her back to have Tamara go first and once again, the warmth of the gesture spread through her body and she had to remind herself that Derek was a married man and as such, off limits.

They got to the big table and were treated to a feast. The chef proved that even without his normal tools, he could provide a delicious meal. Tamara and Derek enjoyed their meal, talking with others staying at the inn. At one point, one of the ladies at the table made a comment that indicated that she figured Tamara and Derek were a couple. Tamara quickly corrected that and the lady laughed, saying that she had protested a little too quickly. Fortunately, the waiter showed up with their desserts at that very moment and that shifted the attention away.

They all sat next to the fireplace in the inn’s big room and continued talking. Around 9 pm, the manager of the inn came to see them and said “Folks, I have news. The crew working on the gas situation is close to being done their repair. We should have the boiler going within a few hours. It usually takes it two hours to come to full heat so by around 1 am and you should all have hot water for showers in the morning. Thank you for your patience.”

The announcement was met with cheers. They stayed for another hour and then figured they should head up and try to get some sleep. Their room was really cold so they hurried and dove under the covers, respecting each other’s privacy. Derek turned off the last light and called out “Good night!”

Tamara replied “Good night and sweet dreams!”

They both tried to sleep but the room was simply too cold. Tamara tried wrapping herself like a cocoon in the blankets but she could still feel the chill. After about 30 minutes, she heard Derek whisper “Tam? You awake?”

Tamara wasn’t surprised that he wasn’t sleeping either. “Yes.”

“You cold too?”

“Kind of. I’m hoping my cocoon will eventually warm up.”

“Well, I’m cold and I’m thinking that it’s silly for both of us to be cold when we could pool our resources!”

“What do you mean?”

Derek didn’t really answer. He got up, pulled the duvet off his bed and then pulled hers off her bed.

“Are you nuts?” Tamara asked.

“Nope, just give me a minute.” He grabbed the two blankets off his bed and moved them over to hers. Then, he piled on both duvets on top and, surprising her, joined her in her bed!

“Face the other way and I will too. Back to back, with double the covers, we should be able to warm up, don’t you think?”

“It’s worth a try.” Tamara was so cold that she was willing to try almost anything.

Within 10 minutes, he was no longer turning his back on her and was now spooning with her.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m generating even more heat!”

Tamara stayed immobile for a few moments. Then she felt his breath on her neck and his arm tighten around her. Her mind was racing and for sure, she was no longer cold. No, the heat developing inside her was spreading like fire. Every fibre of her being could feel his closeness, his warmth. His arm felt good around her. He seemed to be inhaling her hair, her perfume. Was she imagining things? Just the thought that he might be doing so was making her wet. And then, she felt something poking her on her rear end.

All of a sudden, she felt him turn her towards him. He gently guided her face towards his and started kissing her. She couldn’t help it, she reacted like a parched person in front of a glass of water. gümüşhane escort But then, Tamara couldn’t help it, she had to protest. Even though her body was definitely in agreement, her mind couldn’t shut off. So she pulled away.

“Derek, you’re married!”

“Tam, don’t tell me you haven’t heard!”

“What?”

“My marriage was a sham. Alicia only ever wanted me for my good genes. As soon as the second blond-haired, blue-eyed child was born, she left me and went to shack up with her girlfriend.”

Tamara turned around slightly, incredulous. “Did you say her girlfriend?”

“Yeah. Turns out she always had a girlfriend and just pretended with me until such time as we could have two kids. That’s why she was in so much of a hurry to have the first one after we got married and the second one as soon as possible after the first. It also explains why she was never too enthusiastic in bed.”

“Derek, I’m so sorry.”

He turned her towards him a bit more, his hand resting just below her breast.

“Tam, today was fantastic. I had so much fun with you. You’re bright, you’re good with customers, and every time I’ve spent time with you, I’ve been impressed. And when I kissed you right now, you responded.”

“But we’re co-workers.”

“Tell you what. I’m going to check on something and if it tells me to stop, I will. Okay?”

“What? You have a magic 8 ball or something?”

“No.” And as he moved his hand down quickly, Tamara’s breath caught. Was he headed…? Sure enough, before Tamara could even say anything, Derek’s hand was in her panties, feeling its way to her pussy. Of course, he found her dripping wet.

“Ahhh, you are wet! So don’t tell me you don’t want this as much as I do.”

He kissed her again, this time with more insistence, his hand caressing her mound softly. She responded, kissing him back and reaching up to wrap her fingers in his hair. His hair, so soft and silky was a sensuous experience it itself. But before she could get lost in the sensation, Derek’s hand moved and he inserted two fingers into her pussy, causing her to moan.

Derek gloated “You do want this as much as I do!”

Tamara couldn’t answer as his hand was causing her delicious sensations that only allowed her to moan.

Then, Derek said “Baby, I gotta be inside you. It’s been so long, I can’t wait.” And, matching actions to words, he pushed down her panties, moved between her legs and pressed his hard cock against her pussy. With one tilt of his pelvis, he was inside her, buried to the hilt.

“Oh God, are you ever hot and wet!”

He kissed her again, preventing her from saying anything, at least verbally. Her answer was non-verbal as she fought to free one leg from the panties and then wrapped her legs around his hips. His lips left hers only to move to her ear, gently nibbling on her ear lobe. His hips rocked back and forth between her legs, increasing in tempo.

“Tam, I can’t hold back. I know you’re nowhere near and I promise to make it up to you, but for now, I just have to… Oh, man!”

The rest was lost as he plunged into her and groaned as he came.

When he slowed down, he apologized “I’m sorry I came so fast Tamara, it’s just been so long and you’re so .. man, you’re liquid heat down there woman!”

Tamara laughed “It’s okay. I’ll take it as a compliment.”

He gave her a quick kiss and then he dove under the covers, quickly making his way to where he could make good on his promise. He started licking her and sucking on her clit, causing her to moan and twitch. He was good. Scratch that, he was very good. Within minutes, he had her over the edge, moaning loudly.

He quickly moved up her body and plunged into her again.

“Oh my God, so soon?”

“Wrap your legs around me again, that felt so good!”

Tamara obliged. He was moving more slowly this time, enjoying the sensations. Then he said “Part of me would like to take you from behind but that could get cold fast.”

“Not if we stay under the covers! I’m more than willing to try!”

“I like your sense of adventure!” Derek pulled out and got her to turn around, pulling the covers down on each side to prevent too much cold air from making its way in. As she pushed her ass against him, he grabbed his cock and aimed it at her pussy, plunging in again. He grabbed her hips and fucked her hard for izmir escort a few minutes. Then, he slowed down and reached around to rub her clit. Having established a rhythm on her clit, he increased the speed at which he plunged into her. Soon, both of them were panting and moaning, no longer caring that the covers were not really keeping them warm.

He held back until he had her going over the edge and then he fucked her hard until his own release came. Then, they collapsed on the bed. Derek pulled the covers back over them and cuddled with her.

They heard a noise. “What was that?”

“I think it’s the pipes filling up with warmer water. I think we’ve got heat happening!”

“We’ve had heat happening for a while in here now. I’m sure not cold anymore.”

“Me either.”

They were silent for a while, listening to the hot water making its way through the pipes.

“How about we get some sleep? Then we can get up early and take a nice shower together.”

“Mmmm, that sounds nice.”

And so they slept . Early in the morning, while spooning, Tamara was awakened by Derek’s roaming hands on her body. When he was sure she was awake, he snaked his hand between her legs and started caressing her. “Tell me when you’re ready baby, I want to bury my cock in your pussy again.”

“I thought you said we’d be doing that in the shower?”

“Have you forgotten that I can go twice?”

Tamara groaned in appreciation. “Take me, Derek, you have me ready.”

It was his turn to groan as he plunged into her from behind. As he slowly fucked her, he caressed her breasts and teased her nipples. Then, he pulled out and said “turn around, face me”

Once she’d turned around, he pulled her leg over his and plunged back into her. He grabbed her face and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply as he rocked against her and inside her. He continued to caress her breasts, her face, her back, her leg and it made her feel like he had several hands, all pleasuring her.

Somehow, he managed to bend down and take her nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. Tamara was in heaven. Derek was pushing her steadily towards another orgasm. She wasn’t going to hold back, she was going to let him have what he wanted. Soon, he had her coming once more, groaning and grinding against him. He wasn’t far behind. He groaned too as he came inside her.

They laid in bed for a while and then got up to shower. When Derek took the shampoo bottle away from her and proceeded to wash her hair, Tamara thought she’d died and gone to heaven. After rinsing her hair, he put on conditioner and then went on to lathering up her body, paying much appreciated attention to her breasts. After he rinsed her, he said “Time to inspect if you’ve been rinsed well enough.” and he got down on his knees and used his tongue to explore her folds.

As he licked and teased with his tongue, Tamara exclaimed “Oh wow, you are an expert at this!”

He smiled and pushed her against the wall of the tub while he showed her just how much expertise he had. Soon, she was pulling his head in, coming against his tongue. He got up and held her in his arms as she caught her breath. Then he said huskily “Can I ask you a big favour?”

Tamara put her finger against his lips and without needing him to say anything, she sank to her knees and took him into her mouth. She figured that a lesbian ex-wife probably didn’t go down on him too often. Determined to blow his mind as well as his cock, Tamara gave it her all, licking, sucking and caressing with both hands. Derek wrapped his hands in her hair and guided her with regards to speed, a guidance she enjoyed. All of a sudden, he pulled out and said “You don’t have to swallow if you don’t want to.”

Tamara looked up at him and said “Let me have it, I want it, I want you.” And she pulled him back into her mouth, rubbing her tongue on the underside of his cock as she sucked him. Using one hand to stroke him and the other to caress his ass, she moved more quickly, wanting him to come. And come he did, groaning and moaning. Tamara swallowed it all and then got back up and hugged him.

Unfortunately, they had to get out of the shower and get ready to leave. They got ready and had a delicious breakfast before leaving the inn and driving to the airport. They had agreed that they would not become a couple as their employer didn’t approve of relationships within the company.

After they made their way to Seattle, where they parted ways, Derek thanked her “I really appreciate you making me feel like a man again. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. And Derek? You’re all man, buddy, all man.”

Derek blushed and after a quick hug, went his way.

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We had been walking for quite some time. It was perfect weather for a long hike in the woods, so we started out, chatting amiably, setting a steady pace. We decided to wander away from the set course and try our luck deeper in. You offered me your hand, and as I took it, I felt a charge run through my body…the kind that gives you a pleasurable rush in all the best places. We locked eyes for a moment, and I know you felt it too.

Giving your hand a little tug, I lead you even farther from the path. My desire to fuck you has been gnawing at me all day. After almost dragging you through the woods, we found a grassy spot, perfect for a break from the walk.

I leaned against a tree and gave you a knowing smirk, while pulling you towards me.

“Kiss me,” I murmured in your ear.

You obliged, and as our lips met I felt my body respond with an aching need. It’s amazing what kissing you does to me. My slick, wet pussy began to pulse, craving to be filled.

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“I want you,” I whispered heatedly.

You lay down in the grass and I straddled you, feeling your hardness through your jeans. I’m sure you could feel the heat emanating from my pussy. I pulled you up to kiss you, peeled you out of that shirt, and nibbled your neck. You peeled my out of my shirt in return and started squeezing my tits gently. My nipples stiffened quickly under your expert hands and my clit started throbbing like crazy.

I unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them off, along with those gray boxers which had a wet spot from precum. I gave the tip of your cock a few slow licks before sucking it into my mouth while grasping the base. I gave your balls a few licks too, then back up to take you in deep. My warm, wet lips rolled wetly up and down your cock as my tongue massaged the underside.

My pussy was on fire so I shed my own jeans and moved into a 69. I left kırklareli escort on my black sheer panties so you could tease me through the fabric. I moaned around your cock as I felt your skilled tongue teasing my clit, delighted and frustrated at the light barrier the panties made. Between your tongue and my wetness, those panties were soaked.

You decided I’d had enough torture and moved my panties aside, causing me to gasp with pleasure as your tongue met my pussy. You added two fingers inside me and it was almost more than I could stand. The pleasure of both your cock in my mouth and your tongue and fingers in my pussy drove me crazy, causing my first orgasm to rip through me. My hot juices coated your face and hand.

I desperately needed that cock inside me. I flipped around and straddled you, pulling you up into a tight embrace, sliding you in my wet, hungry pussy. It felt fantastic entering me. I looked into your eyes and sucked my juices off one of your fingers and fed you the other.

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I fucked back against you harder, screaming, “please…fucking cum in me!”

I heard you groan and came again myself as I felt you shoot my pussy full of your hot cum. Yes baby. That was just what I needed.

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Tension Away

April’s shoulders ached. She had been put on a job at work that required bending over continuously, repeatedly moving her shoulders and upper arms. For over five hours a day. Her husband, Christian had attempted to massage them but, bless, this had little effect. She had tried to live with it but it had become unbearable and following a visit to her GP she was advised to have some physiotherapy. Her GP referred her to a practice called Tension Away.

On her first visit April was seen by a young lady, probably in her mid to late twenties, tall, dark haired and, April thought, typical of the type of females who work in such places, attractive, slim, nice figure, but a little too much make up. The treatment room was a combination of a clinical place and a modern, minimalist designed living space. In addition to the usual cupboards and wash basin found in rooms such as this there was a black leather therapy chair and a matching therapy bed. The feel was then complimented by the addition of a modern black leather sofa, matching chair, glass coffee table, coffee maker and a number of plants. Off to the side of the room was a door and April could see this led to a changing room, shower, WC and wash basin.

The massage session consisted of April kneeling on the therapy chair, which was not unlike a dentist chair, the front of her body to back of the chair, allowing her face to sit in the purpose designed head rest, her back and shoulders to the therapist. The chair tipped backwards, which tipped April forwards and enabled the therapist to gain easy access to her shoulders. The session lasted about 15 minutes and consisted of a massage to the neck, shoulder and upper back muscles. The sensation was relaxing and the pain soon dispersed. April thanked the young lady, paid £15 and left.

That night she slept well, probably for the first time in weeks, and went to work reasonably positive. She was therefore disappointed when after about half an hour on the job the pain returned. On completion of her shift she called the physio clinic and spoke to the young lady. She explained what had happened and that the pain had returned. The physio replied that she wasn’t surprised and that sometimes, after pain had built up over a longer period, a deeper and fuller treatment was required. This would necessitate the use of a more experienced therapist and the use of the therapy bed. This session would last about 30 minutes and cost £60. April thought the price was a bit steep but booked the session anyway — she needed to get this sorted.

On the day of the appointment April felt particularly sore after work. She went home, had a quick lunch, washed her hair, showered and dressed. April took pride in her appearance and so she wore a tight skirt that finished just below the knee, pointed shoes with a small heel, blouse and one of her many jackets. April had an extensive collection of nice, sexy lingerie which she liked to wear when not at work and from this she selected white, lace, briefs (not simple string-thong back but a wider, lace piece, as she felt these were more elegant) and matching bra. She looked in the mirror and was pleased with what she saw — she looked good, especially for a woman of her years.

On arrival she signed in at reception and was again escorted down a corridor, off each side of which she could see there were offices (though some were obscured by blinds). At the end of the corridor she entered the treatment room. Once inside April was a little surprised to be greeted by the same young lady who she met on her last appointment, but the young lady soon explained that she would be seen by a more experienced colleague, Ty.

The therapist explained that due to the nature of the treatment April would need to change into a robe, leaving just her knickers on underneath. April was a little taken aback by this but when it was explained that the treatment would require full access to her spine she understood. The therapist showed her into the changing cubicle off the side of the treatment room before leaving. April stripped to her lace panties, hung her clothes on the hook, placed her bag on the floor, put on the clean white silk robe and the matching slippers. Whilst doing so she heard the treatment room door open, then close, the latch drop. April finished changing and re-entered the treatment room.

April was shocked! She had to take a second look. Stood there in the room, dressed in a tight white T shirt, equally tight white shorts, all emblazoned with the logo Tension Away, was Tyler Anderson, a one time player for her home town rugby club. Nickname TA.

He was a good looking Australian player and April had watched him play many times. She knew he was married, his wife quite good looking too, but she had also seen him around town flirting with girls. They had caught each others eye on a number of occasions, had smiled and said hello to each other but never really stopped to talk.

“Hi,” he said, “I’m Tyler — but you probably know that don’t you?”

April couldn’t speak, could van escort hardly breathe. She was in shock! TA went on to explain this was his business, that he was the best qualified therapist there and that he would be delivering her treatment today. April said nothing. Tyler broke the silence by asking her to lie on the bed, face down, to rest her head in the support and pull her robe down to reveal her back. Without saying a word April began to do so. Her thoughts were in a spin, she looked at his T shirt, the logo, Tension Away, T… A…, Tyler Anderson! TA. She was never going to see a Ty, was always meant to see a Tyler! It all made sense. Oh my god!!

April lay on her front on the treatment bed, her head face down in the purpose designed and cushioned support. TA took her hands and moved them so that they were stretched out beyond her, as though she was reaching upwards, placing her hands so they gripped the custom designed, leather covered handles that came off the end of the bed. Though obviously wearing the robe April was conscious that she was naked but for her panties underneath. She taken her arms out of the robe but left it covering her shoulders, but this seemed academic now as TA pulled it down to the top of her ass so that her back was exposed.

TA started his treatment on her shoulders and around her neck. He talked as he delivered his work, talked about his time playing rugby, about how the town had now become his home. April felt she had to overcome her shock and join in. She talked about his family, his work now, his kids etc. She told him how she had watched him play many times (though she didn’t tell him she had the hots for him!) Whilst delivering the treatment April felt his touch was firm but gentle, clearly experienced in his role. She couldn’t help feeling however that there was much more strength in those large hands.

April could already feel the aching in her shoulders begin to ease and, perhaps TA also knew that his actions were working as he moved to her back. TA was now massaging the back of her shoulders, progressing further down her naked back, pressing on each of her vertebrae as he did so. By the time he reached the area around her waist the pain and aching had completely disappeared, but April knew she wasn’t going to tell him, she was enjoying the touch. The touch of TA.

When he reached her waist TA’s touch became somehow different, softer, more a caress than a massage. April could also sense a very clear change in the topic of conversation – he was now more interested in talking about her. April was a little surprised to hear TA say that he had seen her around the town many times, that he had always thought she was very attractive, very sexy. He recalled once seeing her as he was leaving a function after a charity dinner one night and turning back to talk to her, admitting to her that he had hoped she was alone, and that he was disappointed when he realised she was with her husband.

TA also explained that he had specifically arranged to deliver her treatment today, arranged it from the moment she had booked her appointment. He had seen her walk down the corridor passed his office before, on her way to her first appointment, had recognised her immediately and swiftly told her female therapist that if she ever came back he was to deliver her treatment. April didn’t say very much, she had also always found him attractive, but couldn’t bring herself to tell him now, she was just glad she had just washed her hair!

As TA talked he continued to stroke and massage the lower part of April’s spine, her waist. April could feel that he was slowly getting closer to the edge of her robe as it rested just above her ass. She sensed that he was building up to something, his conversation was beyond simply professional, his touch too soft to be a true massage. Perhaps entranced by his Australian accent, by the relaxation she felt at his expert touch, by the fact that she had many times imagined herself with him, or a combination of all of these she didn’t feel inclined to stop it progressing.

As TA continued to massage the flesh just above April’s ass he also continued to pay her compliments, not just about the times he had seen her in the town, but also about how good she looked now, how she had a gorgeous figure for a women of her age (he knew she was a similar age to him), how she was so much better than the job she was in. Perhaps he sensed the level of relaxation in April, perhaps he guessed that if she had wanted to stop things she would have done so already or perhaps he just got a little bolder and decided it was time to move forward April will never know but, on the next passage of his hands across her back he pushed them underneath April’s robe and onto the cheeks of her ass, stroking her flesh. April felt her body involuntarily twitch at his touch.

TA explained that he thought he had now cured the tension in her shoulders but felt that that there was a deeper tension inside her that he wanted to cure. April could’ve have stopped it now, yalova escort this was the point where there was no doubt what his intentions were but she didn’t, they were, after all, both adults. After many years watching him on the rugby field, occasionally talking to him in town and often letting her imagination run away with itself, to what they might do if ever alone together, she was now in no mood to sacrifice this opportunity.

TA obviously realised that April wasn’t going to tell him to stop so he pushed his hands further under the robe, now touching the edge of her lace panties. April lay there, saying nothing, simply experiencing the touch, her head still in the support, her arms still outstretched holding onto the leather grips. TA’s hands now clenched the cheeks of her ass, all pretence of this being a continuation of the massage now gone.

TA’s continued to massage April’s ass but his actions were now firmer, not as gentle and obviously driven by sexual desire and passion than professional masseur techniques. As he gripped her April clenched the cheeks of her ass, a clear signal to him that she was also no longer here simply for treatment. At this TA pushed his hands further under the robe, to the underside of her cheeks, to the point where her ass met the tops of her thighs. His hands didn’t stay there, but continued until they came to rest on the inside of her thighs, one hand on each. April tensed at the touch.

It was clear that they were both now past the point of no return as he pushed his hands further, April parting her legs slightly. At her movement TA continued bringing his hands to rest on her lace panties, pressing through the material, onto the soft flesh of her pussy lips.

Once there, perhaps because he didn’t get any signal from April that he had gone too far, TA moved his fingers so that they were directly on April’s clit, pressing onto it through the material of her panties. April thought that not only was a very good with his hands at massage, he was pretty good with his fingers too as he expertly pressed on her clit through her panties. Small circular movements, not too fast, not to slow, gentle pressure through the material, building inside her that most female of feelings. With TA’s palm still pressing against her as he stroked her clit his other hand clasped the cheek of her ass.

As she lay face down April was able to give her own regulation to the pressure of TA’s touch and she did so by raising and lowering her ass to the rhythm that she wanted. April knew he could obviously see her ass move up off the bed and down, still under the robe but this simply increased her sense of arousal. TA adjusted his own touch to match her rhythm.

The excitement of the situation coupled with the previous sexual thoughts April had had about him over the years meant that it wasn’t very long before April felt the intensity inside her build. She quickened the pace at which her ass moved up and down, TA too quickened the stroke of his finger to match, and at the same time he adjusted his position so that the palm of his hand could press onto her lips through the material of her panties, his other still gripping her ass. April could feel the sensation inside her, she knew she was nearing her climax. She gripped the leather bars at the top of the bed with greater force and this enabled her to lift her ass off the bed at a greater pace, up, down, wriggling on his finger at the end of each downward movement.

The feeling in her continued to build, the pressure of needing to be released now almost unbearable until finally she could resist no longer. April brought her ass down for one last time, squashing her clit onto his finger, pressing it, forcing his hand onto the bed as she pushed her lower body, pushed her clit on to him. TA’s finger was now a restrained by her pressure, able to move very little, but April knew what to do and managed to continue the sensation, the motion on her clit by writhing her ass from side to side, rubbing it on his finger, until finally she could take no more and she gave in completely as her climax shuddered through her entire body, tingling up her bare back, through her shoulders and arms to her fingers, forcing her to grip those handles with such force she thought she may break them off.

April lay there, same position, on her front on the treatment bed, head in the support, hands on the grips, savouring the feeling still tingling through her.

TA pulled his hands away and April felt him move away from the bed. Curious as to what he was about to do she lifted her head slightly out of the support and glanced to her side. She could see TA stood to side of the bed, near the middle, his back facing her, his head and eyes still looking at her own, naked lower back and the robe.

April watched as TA grabbed the bottom of his white T shirt and pulled if off over his head, dropping it to floor. She stared at his broad shoulders, how they tapered down his tanned back, to his firm, thick waist. He was very athletic, very strong, çorlu escort very desirable, he was obviously showing signs of age; the skin on his shoulders a little wrinkled, perhaps from over exposure to the sun, his waist a little larger than it might once have been, definite love handle sitting just above the top of his tight white shores. But still, April thought, not bad of a man of his age. Not unlike her.

April watched as he took off his sports shoes and socks, now standing there in just his tight white shorts. Then he grabbed the top of his shorts in his hands, pulled them down letting them drop to his ankles before kicking them off, revealing his round, firm ass, thick muscular thighs, just enough dark hair to be manly.

TA was now stood, totally naked, his back to her. April drew breath. It wasn’t that she didn’t know this would be an obvious progression on from the pleasure she had just experienced it was just that perhaps she hadn’t expected the progression to be so swift, so total.

TA moved back towards the bed and put one hand underneath April’s hips and lifted her ass off the bed, with the other he dragged the robe down over her legs and threw it onto the floor. April put her face back in the support. She needed to find a little time, a few seconds to catch her breath. She couldn’t stop it now, she knew that. She didn’t really want to stop it, but the pace at which he was moving was a little too frantic.

She now realised TA had moved to the bottom of the bed as she felt him grab hold of both her feet. She felt his teeth and lips around her left big toe, warm, sharp as he pushed her toe in and out of his mouth. He then did the same on her right. April loved this. How did he know? The effect of his actions was quickly to dispel any negative thoughts from her mind and April rested her head on the support and enjoyed the feeling.

TA’s hands now released April’s toes, moved up her calves, not stopping, moving onto her thighs, a hand gripping each of them momentarily before moving onto her each cheek of her ass. With both hands he then gripped the waist band of her panties and in one movement pulled them over her legs, over her ankles and off. April was now, like him totally naked! Oh my god she thought. Naked. Face down on a treatment bed. TA totally naked, gazing on her.

April heard him moving and could feel him as he moved round to the top of the bed. As she was looking at the floor she saw his naked feet appear under the head support. TA was now stood naked in front of her, she was tense with excitement yet she dare not lift her head to look.

April was basically a shy person, sexual sure, but not overtly so. A few seconds later that thought seemed irrelevant as TA leaned forward, grabbed her with a hand either side of her upper body, just to the side of her breasts and quickly spun her over so she was laying on her back, the back of her head now in the support, her face looking at the ceiling.

April had closed her eyes as she felt him turn her over and she kept them shut now. She was naked. Laying on her back. TA looking over the entire naked front of her body. TA able to see clearly her ample breasts, her nipples, her belly, her navel, her shave . . . . . . beyond that it didn’t really matter did it.

“Come now don’t be bashful,” she heard in an Australian twang,

“I think we are well past that, and after all we are both consenting adults.”

Bashful? Past that. Thought April. Consenting adults? He was right, they were all of those.

TA went on,

“Time to open your eyes. I am gazing on your beautiful body, looking at your lovely breasts, past those to your navel, then past that to your lovely shave. My gaze hasn’t got any further than that. A beautiful, amazing, sexy, gorgeous lady. What more can I say?”

Somehow these words made April put aside her embarrassment. He was right she was all of those things. Despite her age, his age, they were both very sexy people. April opened her eyes and immediately the sight made her draw a deep breath.

She should’ve known but it hadn’t really dawned on her — he was stood at the head of the treatment bed, naked, his middle just above her head, meaning she was staring straight at his manhood! TA’s manhood! It was a few inches from her face, just a little higher than her head, it was erect but not totally so, just hanging proudly, semi rigid in front of him. It was hanging, at least 8 inches long, very thick, the top of his thighs hairy, joining onto the dark curly hair that surrounded his piece.

As April looked up further, could see the remnants of a six pack on his torso, not quite there now, perhaps as a result of living a little too richly. She looked past there, over TA’s hairy chest. She was then looking straight at his face, he was looking straight down at hers.

“God you’re gorgeous,” he said.

“Time for the enjoyment to continue!”

April could hear TA pressing up and down on some kind of foot pedal as the treatment bed began to move. The bottom of the bed moved upwards, the top down. April lay there for a few moments as this movement continued, soon realising what the result would be. Within a few seconds the bed was at an angle of about 45 degrees, she was naked, her head now lower, pointing to the ground, her feet more in the air.

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As I lay there, not even half awake, I was surprised when, instead of slipping quietly into bed and turning off the lamp, my wife decided to try to engage me in conversation. It was late and I was tired after our annual holiday party. I’d slipped off to bed after our guests had departed while she’d remained up chatting with her friend Susan, who was spending the night in our guest room downstairs. They hadn’t seen each other in a while and Susan was going through a divorce, so I was surprised that she’d even made it to bed at all. As I woke a bit more, I could only assume that she wouldn’t be waking me up if she didn’t want something, which I hoped was sex. It turns out that she did, but not for herself.

“I want you to go downstairs and have sex with Susan,” she said, once she was certain that I was awake.

“What?” was my reply, followed by, “How much have you had to drink?”

“I’m completely sober,” she replied, “and I am asking you to have sex with my friend. She hasn’t had any action since she and Jeremy split up. I promise you that she is okay with this and so am I.”

I wasn’t quite awake enough to formulate an argument against being given the opportunity to sleep with my wife’s friend, not only with my wife’s permission, but with her insistence. She had grabbed my robe as I slowly got up while trying to wrap my mind around how exactly this was happening. Susan wasn’t bad looking, a bit on the voluptuous side but with impressive knockers. As I realized more what I was being asked to do, I certainly couldn’t see a problem with it. I pulled on my robe and headed for the bedroom door.

“Thank you,” my wife called after me.

By the time I was at the bottom of the stairs, I was fully awake and wondering what sort of reaction to expect from Susan. I headed down the hallway and stuck my head into the guest room where she was standing in a night shirt, apparently with nothing on under it.

“Hi,” she said as I entered and closed the door behind me.

“Hi,” I replied, “So, apparently there’s some service I can perform for you?”

“Well, hopefully you will be getting something out of this, as well,” she said with a smile.

I stepped over to her and caressed her tits through her nightshirt, feeling her hard nipples, before reaching for the hem and raising it up. I watched closely as her nicely-groomed, light brown bush was exposed, followed by the curves of her hips and abdomen. She raised her arms up and her luscious breasts were revealed as my cock started trying to peek out of my robe. My attention was on her large, light pink areolas and hard nipples as the night shirt slipped over her head. Once her arms were free, I tossed it aside and started to caress her tits before dropping to my knees.

I had her sit on the edge of the bed with her legs spread as I kissed her soft inner thighs and lower abdomen before running my tongue up her slit. She was flowing with pungent juices which I eagerly lapped up as she held my head. She was moaning softly as I licked her pussy but, once I slipped a couple of fingers into her and focused my licking on her clit, she seemed to get a bit louder. She leaned back on the bed and started to rock her hips rhythmically so I glanced up because I knew her tits would be bouncing rhythmically, too. Sure enough, those beauties were moving hypnotically and all those times I’d seen a little cleavage and wished I could see more were beyond realized.

It seemed that, just as I’d assumed, because she was so sexually pent up, it wasn’t trabzon escort going to take long before she came. My goal was to make sure that her orgasm was long and intense. It certainly appeared that she was experiencing some intense pleasure and I could feel her pussy becoming even wetter and more engorged around my finger the longer I ate her. I fully intended for this to be just an appetizer, though; my wife had said to have sex with her and, like Bill Clinton, I wasn’t counting oral as sex. Susan was tensing up a bit as I assumed she was getting even closer to cumming and I just kept up what I was doing since it appeared to be working. When she finally went limp with a low moan, her body trembled as she came.

I continued licking her clit and fingering her wet pussy until she went still, then slipped my fingers from her pussy into my mouth. I was still admiring her body, first from my knees then standing over her as she recovered. My cock was rigid, tenting out my robe so, when I’d cleaned her juices from my fingers, I started to untie the belt. She was looking up at me, her chest heaving and drawing my attention, until I started to open my robe. She sat up as my throbbing tool was revealed and reached out to stroke it. I enjoyed the feeling of her soft hand until my robe hit the floor, then I climbed onto the bed and lay in the middle of it. Susan briefly licked my balls and ran her mouth up and down my tool a few times before straddling me.

As she guided my cock to her pussy, I was fondling her luscious tits and caressing her hard nipples. She lowered herself onto my tool and we both moaned as I was engulfed in her hot, wet pussy. She started to slowly ride up and down on me but my attention remained on fondling her tits. There had been so many times where I would have been content just for a look at her tits so, to have them in my hands while she was naked and impaled on my cock, with my wife’s permission no less, was more than I could have even hoped for. As such, I was going to enjoy them as much as I possibly could, assuming that this was not going to become a regular occurrence.

She started out humping my cock slowly with her eyes closed and a big smile on her face but gradually increased the pace and, eventually, leaned forward, planting her hands on either side of my head. At first, I continued to fondle her tits as started to lick and suck her hard nipples but my hands started wandering around to squeeze and caress her ass, as well. I was also able to push up into her each time she rocked backward onto my tool so that I was penetrating her as deeply as possible. Again, she was getting louder as her pussy became wetter and more engorged and she rode me harder. I could feel my own orgasm beginning to build but I didn’t want to be done fucking her because I was not expecting to get another chance. Before I reached that point, however, she slammed herself back on me and froze momentarily while tremors coursed through her body.

I was still licking and sucking her nipples when she let out a sigh and began to move off of me, taking them out of my reach. I was only briefly dismayed because, kneeling beside me, she leaned forward, her tits swinging, and took my cock into her mouth again. I was admiring the profile of her dangling tits and round ass as well as my cock disappearing into her mouth, as I enjoyed her oral skills. With one hand, she was pumping the base of my cock as she was sucking it while the other hand gently massaged my balls. I let her know how much I was enjoying her cocksucking as my orgasm began building up rapidly and with significant pleasure. I tried to just relax and focus on the good feelings, which were considerable.

Her cocksucking left nothing to be desired and, as my cock swelled even more the closer I was to cumming, the more voraciously she was sucking me off. While I knew there was no way she was enjoying sucking my cock more than I was enjoying having her sucking it, she made it pretty obvious that it wasn’t just about me. Based on the noises she was making and her enthusiasm, it appeared that she was appreciating having a hard cock in her mouth almost as much as she’d enjoyed having it in her hot pussy and experiencing tunceli escort a couple of highly pleasurable orgasms. As such, I was expecting that blasting my load down her throat wouldn’t make her the least bit unhappy.

I was still murmuring encouragements right up to the point where I exploded into her mouth with a grunt. As I’d thought, she wasn’t the least bit put off and swallowed my load while continuing to suck me off. Only after she’d nursed every drop of cum from me and my cock had started to soften did she let it fall from her mouth. She crawled up and lay beside me in the middle of the bed.

“Thank you,” she said, “You may have figured that it has been a while since I’ve gotten any action.”

“You’re very welcome,” I replied, “I think I enjoyed it almost as much as you did. It’s probably good that you live down in the Springs because I think I’d be tempted to try to get together again if you lived nearby.”

“Yeah, I don’t think we’ll be getting permission for you to continue helping me out until I find somebody else,” she said.

“No, probably not,” I replied, “but you can bet that I will remember tonight and will think about it often.”

“So will I,” she confirmed.

I was planning to head back upstairs once I was fully recovered but we both must have been more tired than we realized because we both fell asleep. When I woke up, the lamp was off, the covers were over us and Susan was snuggled up against me, still naked. I figured that, if we’d fallen asleep, my wife probably had, too, so she wouldn’t have been waiting for me to return and I fell right back to sleep. When I woke again, it wasn’t because it was getting light or because the covers had been turned back; it was because I felt a warm, wet, pleasurable feeling on my cock. As I blinked the sleep from my eyes, I saw Susan on all-fours, her ass close to my head, sliding her mouth up and down my cock, which was rapidly awakening.

I reached over and caressed her pussy, feeling the abundant juices she was producing, so I encouraged her to shift over. As she continued to suck my cock, she moved to straddle my head and her pussy was soon directly over my face. I gazed up at her trim, light brown bush before running my tongue along her slit, lapping up her nectar. I heard her moan as I felt the vibrations on my cock so I kept lapping at her slit for a few minutes before slipping a couple of fingers into her dripping pussy. It wasn’t lost on me that this was an unexpected opportunity to enjoy the pleasures of Susan’s body presumably one last time, so I was savoring the taste of her pussy as well as the warm wetness engulfing my fingers.

I don’t believe I was fully erect when I woke up but it didn’t take much of her oral stimulation to get me all the way there. It turned out that she hadn’t started sucking me off with the intention of swallowing one more of my loads, but one of the results of that early-morning blowjob had been getting her even more aroused than she had already been when she’d awakened. Her pussy continued to get wetter and more engorged the longer she sucked me off and the longer I licked and fingered her. She removed her mouth from my cock at one point, though she continued to pump it, and I could feel her body tensing up right before she gasped and it started to shake. I kept licking and sucking her clit as she came, only slipping my fingers out of her once she’d gone completely still. As I was slipping my fingers into my mouth, Susan caught her breath for a moment, then started to crawl toward the foot of the bed.

My attention was on her ass and pussy as she straddled my cock, facing away from me, and lowered herself onto it. We both moaned as her hot, wet pussy engulfed my throbbing tool and she just sat there for a moment with it inside her. I reached out to caress her soft, smooth ass as she started to slowly ride up and down on my cock. With the morning light filling the room, I could see very clearly her pussy lips sliding up and down my cock and I realized that I could also occasionally see her fingertips. I surmised that she was stroking her clit as she rode me, which I suspected was only going to make her pussy feel even better.

I uşak escort couldn’t reach her tits in this position but was determined that, since I was given one more opportunity than I had expected to be with her, I was going to spend some of that time appreciating those beauties. I was able, in this position, to hold onto her curvaceous hips and pull her down even harder while pushing my cock up into her for maximum penetration. I wished there was a mirror nearby so that I could see her tits, which were undoubtedly bouncing like crazy as she rode me hard in pursuit of yet another orgasm. I could feel her pussy becoming wetter and hotter again and assumed that her fingertips deserved some of the credit for that. I certainly couldn’t fault her for that, especially if she, like me, was initially thinking that the previous night might just have been a quickie and hopefully an orgasm for her. For her to be on the verge of a fourth was definitely beyond what I had been expecting and I hoped it was the same for her.

She sat down hard on my cock as her body trembled and I think I felt her fingertips still moving as she came again. I just lay there, knowing what I planned to suggest next and expecting that, after two orgasms just that morning, she’d be more than willing. When the long, intense orgasm finally tapered off, she climbed off of me and turned, my attention going right to her tits. She knelt beside me and gently stroked my cock in her hand.

“I figured there was no point in wasting another opportunity,” she said kind of sheepishly, “Now, though, it is all about you. Whatever I can do to make you cum, your wish is my command.”

“Let’s trade places, then,” I said and I don’t know if she got right away what I wanted to do.

I sat up, then moved onto my knees as she reclined in the spot where I’d been. I straddled her ribs and lay my cock between her tits, then squeezed them around it myself. My attention was completely on them as I caressed the smooth skin and her hard nipples while sliding my cock between them. Her attention was on them as well, though, presumably, she was watching my cock more than her own cleavage. Her hands briefly caressed my ass then may have actually gone between her own thighs as I was fucking her tits. This was the ultimate way to cap off an unexpected and highly pleasurable encounter with Susan. I was savoring the feel of her tits not only along my throbbing shaft, but in my palms as well. I was also committing this visual, including her pretty face watching intently, to my memory and knew that I’d be replaying it plenty in the future.

I’d like to have had more time to spend fucking her tits, but it felt too damn good and, combined with already having had my cock in both her mouth and pussy, I was very quickly building to another intense orgasm. I managed to maintain a slow and steady pace as I slid my cock between her fleshy beauties and was relishing the pleasure that I was feeling but, all too soon, I exploded with a grunt onto her sternum. Her eyes went wide and she jutted out her tongue, trying to catch some of my spew, but I think it fell a bit short. I continued fucking her tits until I was completely spent, then let them drop away and moved to lie beside her. She cleaned up my cum with her fingers and fed it into her mouth as I caressed her tits for what I assumed would be the last time.

“Thank you again,” she said finally, “and I think you’re right that it is good that I don’t live nearby. I’d be jonesing for more orgasms like that in no time and probably wouldn’t be thinking about it not being appropriate or acceptable.”

“You’re welcome again,” I replied, “though I’m sure you realize there is another person you should thank and I might suggest that, since I don’t expect that she’d give us this kind of freedom again, you acknowledge that and see if she might be up for a night of sharing me.”

“Threesome?” she asked, with an expression that showed intrigue.

“Better than nothing, right?” I replied, “It could still end up being nothing, so feel her out first and make sure that it wouldn’t be overstepping the boundaries of your friendship.”

“I’ll see if I can sell it so she knows that I just want to get fucked and I’m not trying to steal her man,” she said.

“It’d make me happy and it’d make you happy,” I said, “so you just need to convince her that it’d make her happy, too.”

“I’ll figure out a way,” she said and we tracked down her nightshirt and my robe so we could go get some coffee.

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The gang consisted of guys – all old enough to drink, smoke and have sex – hell they’d been scoring with girls since before they were old enough to have sex! They were rough and angry and they liked to fight and break things – sometimes they started fights in pubs or in the streets. Often they brawled with each other, like a wolf pack, the hierarchy could change with a fight. They stole cars and sped round the back streets in them, before stripping them for parts and abandoning the husks, smoking and burning, in no-man’s-land.

They didn’t have girlfriends, wouldn’t commit, couldn’t be arsed to follow the conventions of being charming for longer than it took to get into to girls’ knickers and take them hard against a wall in an alley, or for a more comfortable screw in the back of a car. Definitely no girls in the gang … until now.

Glynn brought her along, she was slim but tough, her bleached hair dark at the roots, her tight grey jeans ripped and her lip and eyebrow pierced. She didn’t talk, staying glued to Glynn’s side – her hand always in his pocket or on his thigh. When he swung his leg over the tank of his motorcycle, she was on the back in a nanosecond, helmet on, visor down, her body nestled snug against his, sliding her hands round his waist.

Glynn didn’t ask if she could join the gang, he just kept bringing her along – his shadow – why should he? Only Ant or Gary could match him in a fight, and having his own wheels gave him status, Gary shared his truck with his brother. So she came, and she hung out with them until one night – when the beers were scarce and Ant had a mean look in his eye – he challenged Glynn. She had to prove herself if she wanted in, show that she was tough and had balls of steel, just like the rest of them. Ant pointed his beer bottle in the direction of the railway sidings, where some small businesses had tatty, pre-fab, premises.

“Steal something,” Ant goaded her.,

“Dodge the security guard and nick something from inside.”

Glynn rose, shrugging off his leather jacket and squared up to Ant to fight, but Abby put both hands round his arm and pulled at him.

“S’OK” she looked up at Ant, the tension showing on her face, “I’ll do it. But I won’t steal anything – I’ll tag it.” Now her face showed defiance as she glared at Ant, the shadows on her face making her look hard.

“I can’t do it tonight, got no paint with me, but tomorrow night. You’ll see my mark, and then I’m one of you.” She looked round at the rest of the gang, her chin up and her face showing anger and determination. With that she tugged on Glynn’s arm and they stalked off, mounting his bike at speed and roaring into the night.

Glynn parked the motorbike in the shadow behind his flat, and the way he threw himself off it and shouldered his way inside the front door spoke volumes about his contained anger. Abby followed him silently, hanging up her jacket & crash helmet just inside the door, she watched him kick off his boots and grab a cold beer from the fridge with more energy than either task required. She moved over to the couch and tried to sit astride his lap, seeking to soothe his wounded pride with affection, but he gripped her hips and pushed her to the side, standing abruptly.

“Going for a shower,” he all but snarled, slamming his beer on the side.

It foamed up and over the rim of the bottle; Abby watched the beer pool and chewed her nails, planning her next move.

Glynn had wanted to fight for her, she hadn’t let him, Ant had issued a challenge,she had accepted it. On both counts she had probably wounded Glynn’s male pride, his ego was dented. She needed to remind him he was still the boss of her – that she wanted and needed him to take the lead. Slowly standing, she took off her biker boots and then peeled off her skin-tight jeans. Wearing nothing but her tangerine lace boy-shorts and her white t-shirt, she tiptoed to the bathroom.

Once inside the small room, Abby stood and admired the view, Glynn’s back was to her and she watched as rivulets of water ran over his broad shoulders, and down his muscled arms, which were dark with the intricately inked tattoos. Through the steam she could see him soaping himself, and her eyes followed the white trails of bubbles as they travelled over his hips and beautiful taut buttocks, some running down his legs but others disappearing into the darker crevices of his groin, that’s when Abby felt the delicious stirring of lust within. As she moved closer to the shower, Glynn turned, smouldering anger still showing on his face, sparking a further stab of lust inside her. She loved sex with this barely-tamed man, and best of all was make-up sex. Abby just kept walking, her eyes fixed on his, and stepped into the shower – the water hit her t-shirt and she knew it had turned opaque and was clinging to every curve of her. Her nipples were clearly visible as sheer wet fabric clung to them and her panties were soaking wet – but not just from water!

Abby reached out and took the soap from Glynn’s hand and expertly rubbed it between her palms and fingers rize escort before sinking to her knees and beginning to soap his engorged penis like it was an act of worship (which it was!) The soap made everything deliciously slick and she could easily grip and slip and slide up and down and round and around, stroking the bulbous head and reaching under Glynn to massage his balls and perineum. Water from the shower head streamed down on her head, but she was absorbed in her task, happy to act as slave to her master. She allowed the soap bubbles to be rinsed off and then lowered her lips to the head of his penis. She swirled her tongue around the top, feeling the edge and knowing its sensitivity. She used her hands to grip and continue pumping and stroking Glynn’s penis, allowing the foreskin to slide up and down with the occasional twist. Keeping this up with a hand and her mouth, Abby let her other travel down to her own moist slit, it was easy to sneak her middle finger round the tangerine coloured lace and press it into her warm, wet cunt. She sighed, it felt wonderful and molten hot, but this was not her plan – she removed it to reach behind Glynn, curling her fingers as a shield, she carried her sticky juices up to Glynn’s wonderfully muscular butt and wiggled her finger until it slipped just inside his anus. Not too much, not too far, but subtly, insistently she massaged around the puckered entry ’till she felt him relax and begin to enjoy it. His hips began to thrust and it took all her concentration to maintain the suction and the rhythm that he needed.

A few moments later she felt Glynn grip her shoulders to pull his hips back from her face, whilst dragging her up from her knees. He crushed his lips to hers and kissed her long and hard, their tongues massaging each other and his hands kneading her lace covered rump, pinching and stroking and allowing his fingers to trail into her sodden pussy – pushing the lace at her entrance. She closed her eyes to better enjoy the sensations and felt him grip the hem of her t-shirt and lift it over her head. He had turned the water off now and she tried not to stagger as he lowered his head to nip, none to gently, at her tightly pointed nipples. He sucked them deep into his mouth one at a time, and the ache from the suckling made her insides turn to molten lava. She felt her clit throb and pulse as he played teasingly with the ring that pierced the one on her right. His hand was pinching, and twisting and pulling at her other nipple making delightful charges run direct to her cunt. The yearning to have him inside her was building and she felt as if her head might explode.

Glynn sank to his knees and Abby sank with him, but she turned until she was sitting, reverse cowgirl, against his groin, his stiff member rubbing tauntingly at the crease of her arse. It only took a raise onto her knees, pulling her panties to one side, and then a drop, and his delicious hardness plunged into her pulsing core. She felt the rub of his balls against her labia – she hadn’t persuaded him to shave yet, but Abby liked to be waxed bare. Not only did it increase sensation, and feel delicious (like a peach) when she was stroked, but she loved the way she couldn’t disguise when she became aroused. Glynn got so horny when he saw her lips get engorged and the slick juices gathering on her clit. Abby kept up the rhythm, bobbing to match Glynn’s thrusting, she could feel herself gripping and throbbing deep inside, around his pounding cock. Her chest was warming, her head was pounding, and a build-up of pressure began to focus in the core of her. She pressed her fingers to the hood of her clit and rubbed in tiny circles as she rode him, she felt her climax bursting inside, like the multi-coloured sparks of a firework display. Glynn thrust harder too, a grunt escaping his lips as he shot his load, gripping tightly to Abby’s hips. Breathing deeply he leaned forward and nuzzled her neck, just below her ear.

“Who’s the boss?” he murmured, and Abby chuckled and smiled.

“You are.”

Next night was dry, with little clouds scudding across the moon, blotting out the light, but Glynn parked the bike near the railway tracks and Abby stood leaning against the warmth of it as they observed the run- down buildings. Abby used binoculars to decide which area would be best to display the graffiti she had promised – her distinctive tag. Glynn pressed close behind her, the heat of him burning into her, and when he let his hands travel up the sides of her ribs, lifting her loose t-shirt slightly, she shivered and felt the familiar warm throb he always awoke in her. She tried to stay focused, this wasn’t going to be easy, the security guard might stay in his cosy hut reading girlie mags and listening to the football, or he might be super keen and patrol the premises. At the moment things looked very quiet and still, yellow light spilling out of the windows of the security hut.

Oh my God! she swallowed hard as Glynn tugged gently on the back elastic of her thong and the silky triangle dipped between her labia sakarya escort and began to rub on her clit deliciously. Her legs nearly buckled and a tiny moan escaped her lips. Glynn’s other hand had reached her breast and was pinching insistently on her nipple through the lace of her black bra. Typical bloke, she could feel his hard-on pressing against the cleft of her arse, but she couldnt help herself arching her back and rubbing at him, it all felt so good. Abby felt strong and powerful with the adrenaline flowing through her.

“Hold that thought buster!” she turned to him, smiling and kissing him deeply, tongues chasing each other, she rubbed herself against him, like a horny kitten.

“Girl’s got a mission.” Her voice was husky with suppressed desire.

She pushed him away with regret and reached into the pannier on the motorbike lifting out her small backpack, the aerosols clanked softly as she shrugged it over her shoulders. She snagged a dark wool beanie from the same place and pulled it on over her dirty blonde hair.

“Wish me luck,” she pressed her lips hard against his for a last kiss then pushed the binoculars at him then she was off; running, keeping to the shadows, zigzagging towards the gap in the chain-link fence where she squeezed through, never glancing back.

Her heart thumped in her chest and her breath was loud in her ears, but in reality she was moving soundlessly across the dirt and discarded detritus that was a car park by day for the 6 small businesses. Abby’s focus was on the middle building because it was light coloured and would show off her graffiti best, the only trouble was that she needed to reach up high, past the rusty-grill covered windows, to access the ‘blank canvass’. She crouched and crept, very near to the premises now, but she needed to drag something over to stand on. From her earlier surveillance she’d spotted some oil drums, but had no way of knowing if they were empty or full. She crouched down at the side of the huge canisters and cautiously rocked the nearest one with both hands – luck was on her side, this was going to be light enough for her to move, just.

Several sweaty minutes later, she had pushed, pulled and dragged the peeling drum into position. A concrete block nearby gave her the first step and then she climbed carefully up onto her makeshift platform and reached into her backpack for a can of black paint & shook it vigorously before beginning to spray the distinctive curled leaf shape that she always used. She sprayed and shaded quickly now, she could almost do this logo in her sleep, feeling exhilaration at bringing beauty to an ugly blank wall. As she reached up, her t-shirt riding high to reveal her slim waist, she felt a hand suddenly grip her ankle and another dragging her backwards using her back-pack like a harness. She half fell, was half wrested to the ground, landing at the feet of the security guard. He said nothing, his face in shadow, but he kept a tight grip on her bag and used it to drag her to the door of the building and inside to a very basic waiting area, with hard plastic chairs down one side, a battered office desk & peeling leatherette executive chair and some chrome shelves to the other side, which were filled with fliers, stacks of sweatshirts and t-shirts in piles according to size and colour.

Abby felt her earlier thrill drain away, replaced by the cold chill of panic and inevitability – this wasn’t going her way and soon there would be policemen here asking questions about who she was, where she lived and they would be trying to track down her Dad. Good luck with that, he was probably passed out on a bar stool or in an alley somewhere. She gritted her teeth and waited for the questions, but the security guard was strangely silent, moving to the door of the reception area he turned the key in the lock. Abbey watched him, equally silent, noticing that he was not the usual sweaty, fat, out of shape guy. This one was dressed in all black combats with DM boots which squeaked on the hard rubberized floor, but under his t-shirt and shirt he looked to be well muscled and in good shape. She felt a little more in control of the situation, she stood a bit straighter and touched her tongue to the ring which pierced her lip. Never taking her eyes off his face – which was a mask of severity – she began to shrug her back-pack off, keeping it slow, no sudden moves. As it slid to the floor her cut away t-shirt slipped off her shoulder, revealing a lot of her black lacy bra and a tiger’s head tattoo. She noticed the guy’s eyes slide to the exposed flesh and did a mental fistpump – “yes!” she had him, he wanted her body.

Abby had a way of standing, moving which evoked little-girl-lost, and and she used it now, along with puppy dog eyes. She moved over to the desk and put her hands flat on its surface, wide apart, very aware that now her t-shirt was riding up her back and showing the tattoo of curled leaves which ran up the soft side of her left flank, and a hint of black thong above her low-slung jeans. She also samsun escort arched her back so that her rear stuck out at him, cute and tempting and then whispered “Do you want to search me?”

He moved closer and leaned over her, running his hands down her sides, so close that she could smell his shower gel or shampoo, a mixture of minty and musky that spoke to her body directly. His touch was feather light though his hands were large, he ran them down the outside of her legs, thighs to ankles, and then he put one of his large boots between her feet, and indicated with pressure to either side that he wanted her to spread her legs wider. Abby complied, shifting her weight on her hands as he didn’t move back or give her any more space. Next he trailed his warm hands up the inside of her legs, cupping her backside very thoroughly, at which point Abby realised she was tingling with building lust and enjoying being at his mercy.

“Is there anything I can do to convince you not to report this?” she whimpered, looking at him over her shoulder with imploring eyes and catching her bottom lip with her teeth. She blinked at him as if she was getting teary and took great gulps of air, which made her feel deliciously light headed and drew attention to her ripe breasts. Still leaning over her, he slid a hand inside her flimsy t-shirt and skimmed it around her breast, Abby let out a shuddering sigh (she wasn’t acting any more, being massaged by his huge paw felt sexy as hell) and as he bent his head to nuzzle her neck, she knew that a deal could be done. She tilted her head to let him nibble at her throat and she arched her back, pressing her behind into his crotch, feeling the power of his arousal.

“I probably should be punished,” she kept her voice husky and let her eyes scan the desk for something useful; when she spotted a long ruler boasting that it was shatterproof her heart leaped and she reached for it. As she passed it to him over her shoulder she reached for the snap on her jeans and began to peel them off her delightfully curvy rump – she knew it was an appealing sight, her very white skin with just the lines of her black thong dividing her “peaches” into two. She pulled off her t-shirt for good measure and the ring in her right nipple glinted through the lacy bra. She assumed the position again, legs spread wide, hands on the desk and buttocks perky and beckoning.

Abby stood there in silence for a while. When nothing happened, she wondered if she’d gone too far, then she heard the squeak of his soles on the floor as he moved, then THWACK! A hot stinging blow landed on her rump and she let out a yelp. THWACK again, on the other cheek, wow it stung, but somehow not too much. THWACK, THWACK he rained several more swipes on her backside and she realised she was beginning to get a fantastic sensation between her legs, a warming which was different from the burning stinging her arse was currently enduring, this was a heaviness that was as delicious as it was debilitating. She felt she couldn’t move if she wanted to, all her focus was on her burning behind – wondering where the next blow would land, longing for him to spank her pussy! It was dripping wet now, so engorged and full of lust that she wondered what it must look like to him, spanking her – she imagined that it looked like a hungry dripping mouth, because all she wanted to do was take his cock inside her and ‘eat’ it all up.

Her breasts felt heavy too, jiggling with each blow, the nipples pressing painfully against their confines of lace, and she heard herself moaning with each slap that the ruler delivered. Just when Abby thought she could endure no more, the spanking stopped. Her rump felt glowing with punishment and her legs were beginning to wobble but strong hands gripped her hips and held her firm and she felt him kneel behind her and take several delicious laps at her dripping pussy with his tongue. The contrast in temperature was insane, his tongue seemed so cool and almost raspy compared with the slick, juices that were drooling out of her burning slit right now. What he was doing was too soft, too gentle by far, a bad girl like her (and she felt very bad and wanton now) deserved rough treatment; she wanted to be filled with a monster penis and fucked into the middle of next week!

His licking tongue began to roam, he pulled her g-string to the side and began tonguing her most secret place, rimming the edges delightfully while something cool was rubbing against her pussy lips. Abby’s head was totally befuddled with desire, but she was aware that something thick and cool was pressing against her labia and meeting no resistance. It seemed delightful to be feeling sensations in both places at once and her greedy cunt almost sucked at the cool black cylinder that she could now see sliding in and out of her. It was his torch! He was fucking her juicy pussy with his flashlight, and she didn’t care! In fact she welcomed the battering ram that it was, and thrust back at it. How filthy must she look to him now? She could feel her juices running down her legs, she could feel his warm tongue licking around her arse and occasionally probing inside and she was loving it. Her moans had become constant mewls of desire and groans of delight as he plundered and punished her, the warm tingles of her spanked bottom and the aching in her breasts just adding to the sensory confusion.

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She was nothing like I expected – but there again I hadn’t known really what to expect. I’d only spoken to her a few times, and even then the calls always seemed to be when I’d been driving, with poor reception on my mobile phone. So, I hadn’t even been able to guess what she might be like from her voice. But as soon as I saw the slender, beautiful lady crossing the room towards me, I knew that it was her. And now, as she was stood in front of me, my mouth felt dry – and my trousers uncomfortably tight.

“Hi, I’m Alexandra – but please call me Alex.”

Her voice was soft, almost seductive, but very firm and strong. She was only a few inches shorter than my six feet, although I could make out her stiletto heels at the base of her long shapely legs. She was maybe around thirty, a few years younger than me, but looked younger still. I realised that I was staring. She was dressed in a black skirt and jacket, with a white blouse, looking so demure, so professional – and incredibly sexy.

“Dave,” I croaked as I tried to introduce myself, my mouth still dry. “Sorry,” I muttered after clearing my throat, “Dave.”

Her hand was warm, her skin soft, her grip firm. I felt sure my hand was tingling as I held hers. She raised an eyebrow, a smile crossing her face. I released her hand quickly, realising that I’d been holding on for too long, unable to drag my eyes away from her. But even as our hands dropped, I’m sure something passed between us. Another smile crossed her face, her tongue flicking around her red lips.

“Shall we?” she said, nodding towards were our mutual client waited.

We sat down quickly, and got down to business. Alex was the solicitor representing Andy, a client of mine – I’m an accountant – who had had an accident, and was trying to claim damages. Today we were to agree those damages with the other side.

We talked for a while, but I was totally distracted by Alex – and she knew it. I was distracted by the way she moved, by the way her firm breasts in her silky bra pressed against her white blouse, by the way she flicked her long black hair back, by the way she pushed her black framed glasses onto the top of her head, by the way her red lipstick shone on her wide, very kissable mouth. And I was distracted by the rings – or lack of them – on her fingers.

Our case was called, and we all stood up quickly. Alex stretched, her jacket hanging open as her breasts pressed against her blouse. For a fleeting second, I was all too conscious of the dark shadow of her nipples. I felt my cock lurch, but then she was tidying her blouse up and straightening her skirt. She buttoned her jacket up. It fitted her perfectly, hugging her soft breasts, following the shape of her body at her narrow waist, flaring back out onto her hips. She smiled at me.

Andy nudged me, a wide grin on his face as he watched me watching her, as we followed Alex. I tried to concentrate on the case as we walked the few yards to the courtroom, but somehow my eyes could only follow the swing of Alex’s hips, the shape of her long, nylon clad legs beneath her well fitted, knee length skirt, her firm ass.

I shook my head and took my seat beside Alex, all too aware of her warmth beside me. The court rose – and suddenly she was forgotten, as all my professional instincts took over.

Two hours later it was all over. Andy let out a loud yell as everything swung in our – in his – favour. We were all on our feet, laughing as the tension of the last few months evaporated. Alex was hugging Andy. She turned to me, a wide grin on her face. She threw her arms around me for a celebratory hug. I held her tight, too tight. I was all too aware of her soft curves even through our jackets, of her breasts against me, of the smell of her. She pulled away, startled, and it was only then that I realised how hard I was.

I swore under my breath, cursing myself as she turned to slip her papers back into her briefcase. I did the same, my face glowing red at the thought of what had happened. Andy was oblivious to all this, anxious to get away, to be with his family. He thanked us both, and then was gone, calling back over his shoulder that he’d ring us.

We both picked up our briefcases. I followed her out of the court room, distracted again by her slim but curvy body, by her beautifully fitted clothes, even though I knew I’d blown it. She stopped, and turned slowly. A delicious smile crossed her face as she openly looked me up and down.

“A drink to celebrate?” she asked.

I thought I’d misheard her at first – but ten minutes later we’d dropped our briefcases off at our cars, and were sat in a half empty Wine bar with an open bottle of champagne between us. An hour later, we were well into our second bottle – and both knew exactly were our evening was heading.

By now, the Wine bar was getting noisy as it filled up with usual Friday evening type crowd. But we were oblivious to it, sat at a small round table, talking quietly about everything under the sun, our faces inches apart, almost teasing each urfa escort other by not saying what was really on our minds.

Our legs were touching. I felt Alex move, my knee slipping between her thighs. She squeezed my leg between hers, the heat of her surging up my thighs to my cock. She sat back in the chair, her breasts taut against her blouse. This time there was no mistaking the darkness of her nipples. She finished her drink and smiled at me. A delicious, welcoming smile, that left nothing to the imagination.

We stood up quickly, and grabbed our jackets off the back of our chairs. I pulled mine on, and then helped Alex into hers, savouring the smell, the closeness of her as I stood behind her. We moved quickly now, grabbing a taxi outside the Wine bar, neither of us wanting to drive. Alex gave the driver her address. It was only five minutes away, but even so she slid across the seat towards me.

I reached out to her, wanting to pull her to me. But she had other ideas, and quickly straddled my lap, her knees each side of my legs. Her skirt rode up, and I caught a tantalising glimpse of her soft thighs above her stockings. Her breasts were firm against me as I pulled her close. Her tongue flicked slowly across my lips, and then slipped between them to plunge into my mouth. The taxi echoed to our moans as we kissed, as our hands moved around each other.

Our kiss was only broken by the driver coughing politely as we pulled outside Alex’s apartment. We scrambled out of the car, anxious to be alone. I gave the driver too much money, just catching his amused grin as I followed Alex. She led me through the security gate of what had clearly once been a small warehouse, now converted into apartments. I watched as she opened the door to her ground floor apartment, and stumbled inside.

I kicked the door shut behind us as I pulled her to me, hungry to feel her close to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I dipped my head to meet her. Our lips met softly, then more urgently as our tongues slid and flicked across each other, before exploring slowly. I slid my hands down her narrow back, pulling her to me. We moaned as we kissed, as our bodies pressed against each other, her breasts firm against my chest, my growing cock against her mound and belly.

We broke apart, gasping for breath, our eyes locked. She glanced down at the bulge in my trousers, and then grabbed my hand. As she led me along a short hallway, I glanced around at the apartment for the first time. There was a bathroom off to the left, and a bedroom – with a huge bed – to the right. She led me into the lounge, with a kitchen area off to the left.

We crossed over to the huge “L” shaped settee that dominated the room. We sank down into it slowly. I pulled her to me, sliding my hand inside her jacket to rub and caress her back as we kissed, slowly at first. But as the urgency of our kisses returned, she pulled away from me.

“Give me a moment ….”

Her voice trailed away as she stood up and headed back towards the bedroom. I slipped my jacket off and loosened my tie, looking around the room at the modern furnishings, and the bright pictures on the plainly decorated walls.

She came back a few moments later, just as I sat back down. The suit and blouse were gone, replaced by a cream silk gown. She had let her long black hair down so that it hung around her shoulders. She twirled around in front of me. As she stopped, I reached out and tugged at the belt that held the gown together, pulling it slowly. Once it was undone, I let go, and watched as the two sides of her gown split apart.

Alex stepped back as I watched the silky gown slide off her shoulders, down her arms and into a shimmering pool around her feet. I stared at her, drinking in her slim, well toned body. Her breasts filled her lacy pink bra, her dark, hard nipples clearly visible, begging for attention. Her belly was flat, her waist narrow before flaring out onto the swell of her hips. Her long, shapely legs were clad in black stockings. These were held up by a sort of see through mini skirt, which clung tightly to her. It was short, very short, and of the same material as her bra. I could make out a hint of her pussy. She turned slowly. Her tight ass was naked under the skirt that barely covered it.

She turned back to me, reaching forward to run her hand lightly over the iron hard bulge of my cock. Her eyes smiled as she spoke huskily.

“You like what you see then …..” she murmured as she straddled my lap again, and pressed herself down hard onto my cock as she thrust her tongue deep into my mouth.

We kissed urgently, her arms around my neck as I ran my hands over her body. I felt her soft thighs under my hands before moving onto the swell of her hips. I held her tight, pulling her down onto my cock as she ground herself against me, gasping into my mouth as we kissed, as our hunger rose. I cupped the taut globes of her ass, before running my hands up her narrow back.

As I undid her sivas escort bra, she broke our kiss and both sat back a little, her breasts rising with her heavy breathing. Her bra fell away. I moaned as her breasts sprang free in front of me. They were firm and rounded, larger than I had imagined, her nipples dark and puckered. I leant forward and flicked my tongue across one nipple, feeling it rising under my touch. She moaned, and pulled my head to her.

I sucked harder, flicking her swelling nipple with my tongue as I drew more of her into my mouth. I reached for her other breast, cupping her before pinching her nipple softly, then harder as she urged me on, grinding herself down against my cock. Her moans filled the room as her breathing got harsher, as she pushed down harder against me. With a gasp, she pulled away. Her nipples were swollen now, jutting out from her breasts.

Alex stood up and grabbed my hand. I followed her rocking ass towards the bedroom, my cock long and hard, begging for release. She dragged my tie off and threw it to one side. We undid my shirt between us, a button flying off in our haste. As I dragged my shirt down my arms she sucked and bit my nipples, her hands reaching to undo my trousers.

Leaving me to finish undoing them, she crossed to the bed, crawling onto the end, looking over her shoulder at me. Her breasts swung free beneath her body, her naked ass pointing towards me. I dragged the rest of my clothes off and stood naked, my cock swaying thick and hard in front of me. She gasped as she saw my cock, her eyes roving over my strong, muscular body. I silently gave thanks for all the time I’d spent in the gym lately, as I moved the few feet to the bed.

As I moved behind her, Alex arched her back, pointing her pert ass directly at me. As her tight rosebud winked back at me, I knew I wanted her there as well as everywhere else. I leant over her, sliding my tongue down the crack of her ass, tickling her tight entrance as she wriggled against me. I reached under her, feeling her firm breasts filling my hands as I licked and kissed her ass.

She moved away from me and rolled onto her back. She drew her knees up, and this time it was my turn to gasp as she let her legs fall apart. She was totally naked, her plump, white pubic mound split only by the pink, wetness of her pussy lips. As I watched, she reached down and slowly drew a finger along her wet slit. With her eyes locked on mine, she sucked her finger, tasting her own juices.

With a cry, I dropped my head between her firm thighs and licked along her pussy, flicking her hard little clit, reaching down to her ass. She pushed against me, rubbing herself against my tongue. I felt her reaching out for my cock, pulling me as she cupped my heavy balls. I cried out as she twisted her own body and sucked me into her wet, warm mouth. Moments later, she moved away from me, and quickly pushed me onto my back, her movements needy, demanding.

Straddling me, she reached for my cock, holding it upright as she rubbed the tip against her pussy. Her eyes, glazed with lust, were locked on mine again. She dropped her body down, both of us crying out as my cock drove into her body. She pushed down hard, taking my cock deep inside her. For a second she held still, my cock buried deep, her pussy wrapped around me.

Then she moved, slowly at first, but then faster and harder as she bounced up and down on my cock. She reached for her breasts, pulling at her own nipples, cupping her breasts in her hands. I held her hips, pushing my cock up inside her, matching her movements. Her pussy pulsed around me as her orgasm built. She threw back her head, her mouth open, her breasts thrust upwards.

I reached for them as she put her hands back on my thighs. She cried out as I caressed her breasts and nipples, softly then harder, driving my cock deep inside her, driving her on towards her climax. She cried out as she came, as her wetness flooded from her, as her orgasm ripped through her body.

I pulled her to me. We kissed frantically as I fucked her harder, her swollen nipples pressed against me. I drove into her, fucking her through her climax, prolonging it. I reached around her to finger her ass, slipping a finger inside her as she bucked against me, as my cum erupted inside her. Our cries as we came were muffled, our mouths locked together, her tongue fucking me as my cock fucked her.

We slumped together, gasping for breath, laughing at our release. We slowly rolled apart, my cock slipping out of her. We lay side by side, quiet for a moment, both knowing that there was more, much more, to come.

I rolled onto my side and watched Alex as she got up off the bed and crossed the room. I watched her ass, encased only in her see through lingerie, rocking from side to side. She was back a few minutes later with two glasses of wine.

I lay beside her on my side as we chatted quietly, sipping our wine. Once my glass was empty, I reached over her to put it down on the bedside tekirdağ escort table. Lying back beside her, I stroked her legs as we talked, my fingers wandering up and down the length of them. I could feel my cock reacting to her body so close to mine, to her soft panting as my fingers rode up higher, as they ran along the soft flesh on the inside of her thighs.

As she reached across to put her glass down, I knelt up so that we ended up facing each other. She glanced down at my rapidly hardening cock, and reached for me, sliding her hand slowly along my shaft.

I reached for her breasts, cupping them in my hands, feeling their firmness, their beauty. I rubbed each nipple gently with my thumbs, feeling them pucker and tighten under my touch. Alex moaned softly, and then more loudly as I took each nipple and rolled it softly between my thumb and finger. I dipped my head, and took her left nipple into my mouth, kissing it softly, rubbing it gently with my tongue. I sucked harder, taking more of her into my mouth, and gradually eased her down so that we were both lying on the bed again.

I reached for her other breast, caressing it. She held my head in both hands, pressing it tighter to her, urging me to suck harder on her nipple. She pushed my head across to her other breast, begging for the same treatment. I kissed and licked between her breasts, all around her breasts, moving from one engorged nipple to the other, sucking them softly and then harder, teasing her, pleasuring her.

I ran my hand over her slim midriff, pausing to tickle her belly button. I cupped her naked mound, savouring the feel of her total smoothness against me. I ran a finger lightly down her pussy, feeling her wetness. She opened her legs wider, moaning at the attention she was getting, the attention she was wanting, demanding. I rubbed her clit softly, then harder, in a circular motion. Her whole body was writhing beneath me, my hand on her pussy, my mouth on her breasts.

She cried out as her orgasm hit her. Her body froze momentarily, then her back arched, and she cried out again. I moved to kiss her hard on the mouth, our tongues intertwined. I slid a finger deep into her pussy, fucking her, feeling her hot wetness, taking her over the edge again.

She pulled me tight to her, laughing at the suddenness, the urgency, of her release. We rolled over, so that she was spread eagled on top of me. We kissed, and laughed some more.

“Now it’s your turn,” she warned me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth again.

We kissed some more, before she slowly started to slide down my body. She kissed around my neck, and under by chin, and onto my chest – soft, delicate kisses that sent a tingle through me. She moved further down, all the time keeping her breasts and hard nipples firmly against me. She licked my nipples, then bit them hard, and then kissed and sucked them better as I cried out.

She moved down to my stomach, kissing me as she went. My cock slid between her breasts as she got lower. She dipped her head, and gently licked the tip of my cock. Her tongue poked at the eye, flicking away my pre-cum.

Alex slid lower still, taking the head of my cock, and then much of my length, into her warm mouth. She sucked on me, and licked me, and then teasingly started to slide back up my body. She rolled across and lay at my side, reaching for my cock. She held me in her hand, gently stroking me up and down. We kissed deeply, passionately. Her strokes became firmer, faster. My breathing became harsher, as I thrust against her hand movements. She moved, and knelt over me, her hands never stopping. With a cry I came, my cum shooting out in an arc, splattering on her breasts.

She squeezed my cock between her breasts, into the sexy valley between them made wet and slippery by my cum. She pumped me harder, ensuring that she took all I had to offer. Finally, she leaned over and sucked on me, drawing out the last drops of cum.

She lay back down beside me, my cum dribbling between her breasts. I leant over and licked her breasts, tasting my cum on them. I drew some cum onto my tongue, and then kissed her again, sharing the taste. She reached for my cock. I was still half hard. She seemed determined to improve on that. I reached for her – cupping her breasts in my hands, and then teasing her erect nipples.

I slid my hand back down her body, while taking her nipples into my mouth, sucking on them, licking them, biting them. I reached down and teased her clit, then slipped first one, and then two, fingers inside her. She pushed her hips up to meet my fingers, urging me to do it harder. I thrust my fingers into her, sucking on her nipple at the same time. Our movements became more urgent as yet another orgasm shot through her. She arched her body, and pulled me tight to her, her pussy squeezing on my fingers, her hand gripping my already hard cock.

As she sank back down to the bed with a luxurious sigh, I kissed her mouth and sucked on her lower lip, before moving down the bed, to kneel at the end between her outstretched legs. I looked at her, taking in her beautiful sexiness as she stretched out before me, her body glistening slightly, her breasts still slightly flushed from her most recent orgasm. She flashed a gorgeous smile at me. I knew I just wanted more and more of her.

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The bright summer sun beats down on us as we walk, hand in hand through the crowded city park. There are people running, the sounds children playing in the distance at the playground, bikers and others like us just looking for a quiet place to spend a hot, sunny Saturday afternoon. I breath in deeply, my nose filling with the scent of freshly cut grass mixed with the unmistakable smell of hotdog carts stationed around the area.

I tug at your hand, pulling you toward a parcel of trees, over my arm is a small blanket and clutched in my hand, the handle of a small picnic basket.

I stop just in front of the trees and spread the blanket on the ground then kneel, tucking the hem of my sundress under my knees and patting the spot next to me.

You take the hint, sitting beside me and tugging your t shirt over your head in that sexy way that men do, using just one hand. Then you lay back, closing your eyes as I let my gaze move over your body.

Your hair is short, a light brown color with blonde patches, dyed from the sun. Your eyes even thought they are closed, are blue, a sexy, come hither blue, which always makes me hot when you turn them on me in full force. Your tongue flicks out and wets your lips as I stare at them, making my face hot and my nipples hard remembering exactly how it feels to have both on my body.

I let my gaze drift down slowly, over your mostly hairless chest, to your hand resting against your stomach as you spread your fingers apart, stretching them,. Then, as almost an afterthought, they start to lazily caress circles over your abdomen sending more naughty thoughts to my brain.

I lay down beside you, leaning in close and nuzzling my nose against your cheek, letting your essence fill my nose. You smell so good, the heady mix of your cologne and that scent that’s uniquely your own. I lay my hand flat against your chest, my fingertips brushing against your nipple as I move, pressing my lips against yours.

I drag my tongue over the seam of your mouth as I kiss you slowly, nipping at your lips, biting the lower one between my teeth and giving it a little tug. You lay there passively until I hear your low groan that brings my body to attention and makes mersin escort my nipples even harder. You take control and dig your hand into my long brown hair, our mouths moving together, tongues dueling as I wiggle to get closer to you.

You taste like mints, with a little bit of the beer you had right before we left home. I moan into your mouth as you pull me closer, I lift one leg slide ontop of you, straddling your hips, pressing our bodies together as I let my hands move over your bare chest.

I pluck at your nipples with my fingertips, rocking my hips against you in that age old rhythm as I lose myself in your kiss. I press my sex down against he bulge behind the zipper of your jeans, I’m wet…very, very wet as I rub myself along your length, low moans come from me and I grind my clit hard against your cock.

You pull back, looking around us and then back up at me, a small smile on your face.

“You’re going to get us arrested baby,” Your hand slides down my back as you speak, pushing my bottom hard against you, “I’m game if you are.”

I moan as your lips move to my neck, your lips and teeth teasing the sensitive skin there as your hips move under me. I know I could come from this alone, just the feeling of your cock encased in denim rubbing against me…the delicious friction sending shivers down to the tips of my toes.

But I want more…I want you inside me.

“I have an idea.”

The sentence comes from you in an almost harsh…breathy and needy voice, I’m glad you’re feeling the same way I am.

You pull me to my feet and lead me a little into the thicket of bushes just beside the blanket. I smile as you stop and take me back into your arms. My body quickens, we are basically hidden, but at anytime, anyone can come upon us. The idea makes my heart beat faster.

I grind against you…pressing myself close as you turn me in your arms. My back to your front as your breath brushes over my ear when you whisper to me,

“Think they can see us baby…You would like that wouldn’t you?” I moan low in response, “You want an audience don’t you…you want them to see me fuck you?”

Your words make my whole body muğla escort clench as your hands slowly pull the straps of my dress from my shoulders and your hands move to cup my aching breasts, the combination of the summer breeze and your fingertips tugging lightly make them hard as cherry pits.

I reach behind me, sliding my hand between us and tugging at the button fly opening on your jeans, two tugs and your hot, hard cock is in my hand. I squeeze your shaft, sliding the length slowly between my fingers, from base to tip, letting my fingers tease over the head and collect the little bit of pre-cum gathered there.

I love hearing your little intake of breath, the slight shift in your hips as you push your cock through my fingers and the tightening of your hands on my breasts. One of your hands slips lower, bunching up the bottom of my dress and raising it before sliding into my sopping panties.

I moan as your fingers slide through my wet folds. I open my legs wider as you flick over my clit then move back pushing deep into me. I feel your teeth biting gently on the column of my throat as you work two fingers into my opening.

I move my hand faster, stroking you. For ever stroke I am awarded with your fingers pushing in and out of me, filling me then pulling back.

I tilt my head to the side as my hips work with you, my pussy clenching and unclenching around your clever fingers. My back arches as my hand strokes your cock faster and faster until we are moving together like a well lubed machine.

“Baby please,” I moan loudly, as my hand stills on your shaft, “Please…make me come.”

I hear your little chuckle in my ear as you concentrate on my clit, petting it…circling it until I explode, your other hand covering my mouth to stifle the little scream as my hips buck against your fingers, my pussy throbbing. I feel my own wetness seeping from me and coating the insides of my thighs. I turn to you and begin to kneel, ready to take your cock between my lips.

You push me back gently and come down to your knees, pulling my panties down and spreading my legs wide apart and moving your body between them.

“I need you…NOW!”

With nevşehir escort that word you move forward and slide your cock deep inside me, filing me with one hard stroke. I moan at the sensation, my pussy grips you tight as you stop for a moment and look down at me. You watch my face as you pull back and slide in again, inch by inch…teasing me.

I turn my head and look around us, I can see through the trees, people walking about…dogs running after Frisbees…I groan as I lift my hips and meet your movements. my legs slide up and lock around your thighs.

“God baby…you feel so good.”

I barley notice the rough dirt under my back , the scraping of your jeans against my ass as you speed up, pounding into my pussy hard and fast.

You dip your head and latch onto one of my nipples, making me moan as I skim my fingers through your short hair, holding your head to me.

I look up into the bright summer sky as the first wave hits me, my body shakes under yours, my hips jerking as my pussy clamps down hard, I feel my wetness running slowly down the crack of my ass, tickling my rear passage.

I cover my mouth, biting my wrist to stifle my cries as you grip my hips and lift me up to receive your thrusts, your fingers digging into the soft flesh of my bottom. I cry out over and over as your cock fills me. I look at you as I come again, eyes locked with yours and I feel your fingertips lightly teasing my asshole.

“Yes baby…come…for…me.”

Each word is punctuated with a hard thrust as you reach for your own pleasure. I sit up a bit and run my tongue down your throat, then cry out as my hands move to your ass and dig in hard, holding you deep inside me as I come one last time bringing you over the edge with me.

Your lips lock with mine and I capture your moans as I feel the first spasm inside me, your cock jumps and pulses, filling me.

I slide my hands up your back, gripping your shoulders as you slow and then still, My legs locked around you and my lips still moving with yours.

I pull back when I hear a small noise to my left.

“SHIT!” I hiss as we part quickly and stand, me pulling down my dress and adjusting myself, you shucking up your jeans.

I can’t help but laugh as you almost fall over in your haste.

We settle back on the blanket as a little squirrel comes running out of the bushes and darts up a tree.

We look at each other and start to laugh. I guess we did have an audience after all!

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Cat and I carefully made our way down, over and through what seemed like the never-ending tangle of black volcanic fractured rock and towering spires. In several places we would stop our progress to catch our breath before continuing down the volcano’s steep inner wall. I purposely slowed our decent so that I could lift Cat up or lower her down over especially difficult areas, as well as making many well-earned rest stops. It was during one of these rest stops that Cat asked me,

“Honey this is a lot harder than I expected, why would you pick such a difficult place to get to? I sure hope it is worth all of this. I’m just kidding honey; you know I’d follow you anywhere sweetheart. Why wouldn’t I trust your instincts, you haven’t let me down yet?”

“Oh sweet baby, you know if I knew an easier way down we would take it. But if there was an easier way I’m sure lots of people would be here, this way the secret place I’m leading you to should be all ours. I promise it is well worth the hardship we have endured to get to this point, as well as what is still ahead of us baby”

Once again I assured Cat.

Sitting on a very large, smooth rock Cat and I removed our shoes and socks, then slipped our bare, tired feet into the cool waters of the lake. I refilled our water bottles with this so very pure water after we had drank our immediate fill. Cat and I both laughed at Sierra who seemed to prefer being neck deep in the lake before quenching his thirst by lapping the water up all around him, it appeared he couldn’t decide where the best tasting water was as he kept wading around in circles as he drank. With my hand slowing stroking Cat’s hair she leaned back against me, laying her head on my shoulder. Cat and I both were exhausted from the hike down the volcano’s steep inner wall and down to the clear blue waters of the lake. We looked out in the direction of Wizard Island as we played in the water, splashing in it with our bare feet like a couple of kids, which is exactly how I felt when with Cat. Yes, she brought out the child like playfulness in me, the way of seeing the entire world as a wonderful playground, our playground.

The lake was so very beautiful with its wonderful blue waters reflecting the towering cliffs surrounding it, as if cradling it gently in their protective embrace. The sky was just as blue but several shades lighter, without a cloud in sight, the only thing disrupting this vast blueness was the bright yellow midday sun as its rays warmed our flesh pleasantly. The surrounding shoreline as well as the distant island being made up of the jet black, shiny volcanic rock. Contrasting with these colors were the various shades of the many varieties of vegetation, the dark green of the evergreens, the white bark of the Aspen trees as well as their red and gold leaves as they fluttered in the slight breeze, and the bright purple and red berries hanging on the bushes along the lakes edges like Christmas ornaments on the annual tree.

Add to this so beautiful scene before us the many beautifully colored birds hurrying from limb to limb, others flying over the lake silently looking for rising fish such as the many bald eagles soaring so very high overhead. And the acrobatic fish hawks gracefully diving down at incredible speeds only to pull out of this daredevil dive just in time to skim over the glass like surface of the lake, then sinking its razor sharp talons into any unlucky fish with the stealth and a precision only shared by the very best of natures predators. And the splashes of other bright colors darting frantically all around us that seemed to suddenly halt their frenzied pace just long enough to float from flower to flower. This rainbow in motion coming from the gathering of pollen by both the bright yellow and black bumble bees, and the fluttering wings of the abundant beautiful multicolored butterflies that could be seen in every direction. Huge brilliant dragonflies seemed to be reenacting the dogfights played out by the nimble biplanes of battles of yesteryear now long since past.

Cat and I were very surprised not by the family of deer we had been watching drinking from the lakes cool waters, but how easily they make their way down the treacherous steep terrain that had just taken such a big effort from both Cat and myself. But what really surprised us was a large male black bear that was at first standing about a hundred yards from us sidestepping his way along the shore line eating the abundant wild black berries. When this so very intriguing bear could not reach the clusters of wild berries it had been gorging itself with effortlessly by pulling in limbs and then delicately stripping off the berries with its lips, it waded out into the deeper water that at some places only left its big burly head sticking up along with its outstretched arms and easily continued its reaping the bounty that apparently others choose not to pursue.

“Baby? We better get going as we only have maybe another three kuşadası escort hours of light and I want us to get to a very wonderful spot where I plan for us to spend the night. Besides that I very much want us to be there with the sun still shining brightly as well as during what should make for an unforgettable sunset”

I suggested to Cat

Again needing to call Sierra to join us as both the deer and the bear mesmerized him, as he just sat there watching their every move, this because I had told him he had to sit down and stay with us. I know if I gave him the slightest chance he would bolt over to see what these so very interesting creatures were and if they wanted to play. Though he had seen plenty of deer they always kept their distance, Sierra could never get close enough to figure them out and as for the bear I’m sure that would have been trouble, this bear didn’t look like he wanted to share his black berries or play in any way for that matter.

Picking our way through a large grove of Aspen trees, we finally broke through revealing the spot that I had been in search of from our trips very beginning. There was still a lot more ahead for us but this secret hidden spot, not yet revealed, was absolutely as close as anyone could ever get to finding a true secret paradise. The large waterfall was freefalling approximately thirty feet before being consumed by the turquoise blue waters of a hidden cove. I say hidden cove as the waterfall had the appearance of flowing directly into the lake, what of the cove you would have seen from the lake or the surrounding shoreline was hidden by another large grove of golden Aspens.

I stepped up deeper into fast flowing current of the cove, which had been created by the powerful force of the cascading waterfall and it’s churning violently of the water before me. Reaching out, I took Cat’s hand in mine, giving her support as we entered the thick, cool mist at the edge of the deafening, furious falls. I had went ahead by myself twice earlier carrying my backpack and miscellaneous gear and then taking Cat’s gear in for her. This having a threefold purpose of allowing Cat to see me making those two trips safely, freeing Cat of all extra weight so that she could more easily and safely make her way through and behind the waterfall, and it also freed my hands so that I could help Cat, as I offered her my hands to reassure and stabilize her as she bravely defied the threatening hazard before her.

Breaking through the full force of the pounding waterfall crashing down upon us, we entered a secret, hidden, tropical paradise. It was surprisingly warm compared to the outside air even though it was a very warm day, this because of the hot springs that were bubbling up in the rocks of the hidden coves shoreline. This small area of the cove was about twenty-five feet across and extended twenty feet behind the waterfall. Its water behind the falls was unusually warm from the flow of hot water coming from these same hot springs. Two separate small hot springs flowed from the rock walls overhead, hidden from view but creating to small warm water waterfalls that showered down into the coves warm waters. Huge broad leaf ferns were draping down from every foothold they could find in the rock wall as well as many sprouting up along the edges of the cove. Strange bright green vines with many colorful flowers of pink, yellow, blue and purple hung down the rock walls spilling out on the small sandy beach at the back of the cove as well as being suspended overhead like the colorful decorations of a celebration, which was so fitting as this was to be another very special celebration of the romance Cat and I shared every moment of every day and every night, through our love.

Looking back out provided us one of the most beautiful views either of us had ever seen as well as probably we ever will see. The waterfall cascading down into the blue water of the cove was glittering like millions of diamonds pouring off the mountain before joining the water of the cove because of the sunshine’s rays filtering through it. Off to each side of the waterfall was a churning mist, the same filtered sunlight shining through it created a large wide rainbow with all of its vivid colors, the entire beautiful spectrum of colors framing the sparkling waterfall at its center. And as the sun began to set into the unseen distant ocean, the waterfall began to take on a deep orange glow which slowly faded into red, then purple before leaving us with only the soft light of the many candles I had lit and placed throughout the rocks at the base of the rock wall.

Cat and I comfortably snuggled up together along side the small fire I had built, and continued watching the soft pallet of pastel colors provided by the last of the setting sun. Sharing an occasional hug, tender kisses, the beautiful privacy of our surroundings, and the thought of this being our very own secret paradise hidden behind this incredible kocaeli escort waterfall. I took my time removing Cat’s clothes, allowing my fingertips, lips and tongue to tenderly explore the softness of every inch of her exposed warm, smooth flesh. Cat returning my affections, she too seductively enjoyed kissing me all over as she removed my clothing. Picking Cat up as we began to explore each other’s mouths deeper and more passionately I carried her as I walked into the warm water of the cove until we both were almost completely submerged, only leaving just our heads above the warmth of the caressing waters.

Letting Cat lay back and floating on its surface I lifted her parted legs, placing one over each of my shoulders. My kissing and gentle licking of Cat’s inner thigh had the immediate effect of her wet scent reaching my nostrils, and filling the night air with her wonderfully exciting aroma. The inhaling deeply of the sweetness of her fragrant womanhood began to awake my manhood, it becoming so engorged with blood that my erection was to the point of being painfully hard. I lightly traced a path up Cat’s inner thigh until reaching the soft pink folds of her exquisite pussy. Teasing her by allowing only its tip to flutter along the outer edge of her sweet folds, up until reaching the protective hood over her clit. Reaching up and around with my left hand, I pulled this thin layer of skin up and away exposing her delicate little knob. As the tip of my tongue made the first little teasing circles around her now throbbing, begging to be pleased knob of pleasure I placed the tip of my right hands index finger over the shy little entrance to her ass.

At the same moment my fingertip slipped into Cat’s puckered little asshole the fluttering of my tongue quickened as well as lapping at her swollen clit. Cat moaned loudly as I let my finger slide deeper and deeper into her ass, her feeling the warm water also finding its way into her anal passage. Sliding my thumb deeply into Cat’s so very wet pussy just as I began to alternate from sucking on her clit powerfully and continuing the rapid fluttering of my tongue over it. I began to squeeze together my index finger that was buried deep into Cat’s ass and my thumb, sliding them in and out massaging the so very thin layer of skin that separated the two. Cat locked her legs tightly around my neck as I moved my left hand under and then up between her legs, and then penetrating her hot, very wet pussy with three fingers, contributing to stimulating of her erotic sexual pleasure centers.

Cat cried out loudly as I feverishly worked my magic deeply into both of her sweet pink holes as well as her delightfully quivering little clit, “Oh God baby that feels so good…Oh…Oh…Oh baby don’t stop!”

Faster and faster and with more and more force I pumped my fingers into both of Cat’s little holes filling them, as I now bit down on her throbbing clit just as the first wave of her orgasm came flooding over her. The rhythmic pulses of her asshole and her wonderfully wet pussy, from her orgasmic contractions gripping and releasing my fingers.

Cat screamed, “Ohhhhh…Fuck Baby! I’m…I’m going to cum right now baby! Right nowwwwww!”

Sensing the sweet, beautiful flood of nectar that was coming I pulled my fingers from Cat’s wet pussy and placed their wet with nectar tips into her open mouth as she cried out with pleasure, Cat taking my fingers as far a possible into her mouth and tasted of her own thick nectar as my fingers continued their deep, pounding assault on her ass. Cat’s hot, sweet nectar came squirting out in thick streams with each contraction of her intense orgasm. Opening my mouth widely I gladly accepted this sweet offering of Cat’s hot nectar, devouring each squirt as it splashed over my outstretched tongue and into the back of my mouth, feeling it coat my throat with its warm thickness as I eagerly swallowed this product of her lustful pleasure.

When the velocity and quantity of each succeeding squirt began to decrease I brought my open mouth closer and closer until diving deeply into her still convulsing pussy. I could not resist my urge to lick and suck every drop of Cat’s sweet nectar as I could from within the delicate folds of her beautiful pink pussy. God Cat tasted so fucking good I thought to myself, as the smell of her sweet pussy was having the effect of a drug on my senses, as I felt a wonderful euphoria as I consumed this pure result of Cat’s pleasure. My fingers still deeply inside Cat’s precious little asshole but now they had slowed to less of a frenzied attack and more of a soothing massaging of its inner walls, rubbing all around deeply inside her and gently sliding them in and out.

Lifting Cat up and into my arms I carried her up onto the shore, standing her up I guided her to lean over a large smooth rock that we had earlier noticed was comfortably warm. Cat’s sweet ass looking so very inviting as I spread her ass konya escort cheeks revealing her delicate little asshole. I could not resist but to lean over and kiss this tender little orifice as I buried my fingers once again into her hot, wet pussy. Giving Cat one more long, deep lick from my tasting of her sweet nectar and all the way up to a gentle probing of her beautiful little asshole. I began lubricating my cock with this same nectar by slipping it easily into the wetness of her succulent pussy. Cat’s pussy was so very wet; so very warm and unbelievably soft as I felt my cock sliding deeper and deeper into her.

As I applied an ample amount of her sweet nectar around and into her asshole I could her Cat’s moans of pleasure growing in intensity. Reaching just under my cock as it continued to be pumped into her wet pussy I collected more of her thick, slippery nectar with my fingers. Slipping these same three fingers up to the so sensitive entrance to her ass I allowed her nectar to puddle at my fingertips, and then flooding into her ass as I spread her delicate little hole open. Helping this warm sweet nectar to penetrate her beautiful little hole even deeper by letting my middle finger begin to slide in, deeper and deeper but very gently, very tenderly and then spreading her thick nectar all around inside. Then a second finger easily slid into her now relaxed and well-lubricated ass and then a third found its way easily inside her slippery softness. As these three fingers probed the depths of her tender little asshole deeply Cat cried out, “Oh God baby, I want your cock inside me. Please baby fuck my sweet ass, baby I want you inside me now”

Taking this so very obvious cue that Cat was ready for my painfully hard cock to replace my fingers in her ass I very slowly and teasingly withdrew my fingers from within the soft warmth of her ass. I watched as my cock slipped out of her incredibly wet pussy, watched as it glistened in the candle and firelight, watched Cat’s sweet nectar flood out of her luscious pussy and run down both her legs as well as down the large rock that supported her in this so accessible way. The scent of her wet pussy was so intoxicating I had to fight off the urge to once again reach down to spread the now swollen folds of her beautiful pussy open even further so as to allow my tongue to lap up as much of her so very desirable sweet nectar, fighting off an almost overpowering desire to consume as much of her as possible.

At least fulfilling part of this vision I did reach down spreading her ass cheeks apart as far as possible giving myself the best view as possible of her wonderful little asshole and the nectar that was squeezed out of it by the involuntary reflex of puckering up each time I teased Cat more and more by my slightly touching its entrance with the head of my stiff cock. Cat gasped loudly indicating the rush of pleasurable excitement she felt as I watched the head of my cock spreading her little asshole open as it began its assault on this so delicate, intimate orifice. I found the watching of my cock slowly and gently forcing its way into her ass, watching as her sweet little asshole swallowed up its head and then gripping my shaft tightly fueled my desire to thrust forcefully deep into the sweet warmth of her ass. But I knew that even though Cat was fully ready to take its full length I wanted to take my time so that we both could enjoy every sensation of pleasure as I patiently allowed it to slowly fill her ass deeper and deeper.

I felt Cat beginning to arch her back and rotate her hips as I buried the entirety of my hard cock into her ass, grinding and rubbing my cock all around deeply into her ass. This exciting me beyond the patience I had managed to show up until this moment, this arching of her back also revealing Cat’s desire to have me take her in a much more aggressive way than I had up until now. Grabbing Cat’s hips with both hands I began to drive deeply into her ass as I pulled her into my forceful thrusts. Faster and faster, harder and deeper I fucked Cat’s sweet little hole. Cat reached around behind her hips and squeezed her ass cheeks tightly around my hard driving cock as I continued to fuck her unmercifully, not being able to contain my lust for her any longer.

“Yes…Yes, Oh God Burt yes, Fuck me baby…fuck my sweet ass hard baby…Oh baby yes fuck me deep baby…Oh yes baby, yes… Yes!”

Cat cried out as I pounded my cock into her sweet little asshole.

Reaching up I grabbed Cat by her long beautiful brown hair, pulling her head up and back as I drove my cock into her sweet ass, slapping my balls with each powerful thrust against her wet pussy. I found this taking total control of Cat very, very exciting in a very animalistic, primeval way. I also could sense Cat’s growing desire for me to take her, to dominate her in this so passionate way.

“You like this baby? You like my cock in your hot little ass? I’m going fuck your sweet little hole so fucking hard baby…deeper and harder than you can ever imagine, is that what you want baby?”

I demanded to know.

“Yes, yes please fuck me hard baby…Take me deep…Take me hard and fast honey… Oh God yes, take me anyway you want Burt…Fuck me like the nasty little bitch I am”

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Bill Steffensen had just been hired to be a Physical Education teacher at Central High. One of his first duties was to attend a staff meeting a week before the school year started. All of the P.E. teachers were expected to coach at least one team or another. Bill had vague ideas of coaching football or basketball but it ended up that all of those positions were filled. Bill was drafted to coach the senior cheerleaders. He was disappointed at first but the thought of all those 18 year old cheerleaders prancing around did have its own appeal!

Bill posted signs for cheerleader tryouts prominently around the school. After school he set up a little table in the gym. He asked each of the girls trying out to fill out a form which asked for the usual info. He got 35 forms on the first day of tryouts. He had the girls warm up a little and took quick inventory. There were 4 or 5 girls who were much too fat to do anything for Bill. There were 4 or 5 girls who were simply mousy and didn’t appeal to him either. There were about 15 girls who looked OK at first glance and would bear further examination. Then there were 10 girls that got his blood flowing right away.

He wasn’t really sure who was who yet, so he called the girls in for a discussion and let them all know that he was going to ask them to perform a 15 or 20 second cheer and then mark them on it. This was not going to be the only qualification for making the squad but they should definitely look to show enthusiasm, as well as athletic ability. He then sat down at his table pulled the first form off the top of the list and asked for Missy Johnson to perform her routine. Missy was one of the girls that didn’t stand out. She was wearing a fairly baggy outfit and it was hard to tell if she was qualified or not. She did have a pretty face and he made a note on her form to check her out further.

The next name he called out was Sabrina Phillips. Sabrina definitely met one of his major qualifications. Her breasts jiggled and joggled all over the place. It didn’t look like she was wearing a bra but her breasts tried to stand up on their own. Bill’s cock started to throb as he watched Sabrina perform her routine. She didn’t kahramanmaraş escort seem to realize the effect she was having on him. Bill made some notes on her form so he wouldn’t forget. He certainly hoped that Sabrina would make the team!

A few more girls performed without anyone standing out until he got to Ashley Tilbrook. Ashley’s shorts looked like they were painted on. She lifted one leg until it was up around her face. Man, she was limber!. Bill’s eyes zeroed in on her crotch and he was getting a gooood look. At the end of her routine he looked up at her face and she had a knowing smile on her face. Bill was pretty sure that Ashley would make the team.

Once everyone had completed their quick cheer and Bill had marked up their forms accordingly, he sent everyone home and told them all to be back the same time tomorrow. As they were leaving he asked Ashley to come into his office.

“You definitely seem to have most of the qualifications to make the team”, Bill said. “I just wanted to check up on one more thing. You must be able to demonstrate school spirit. Can you think of anything that might convince me?”

Ashley was not a stupid girl and she sized up the situation quickly. She moved closer to Bill and rubbed her hand over the obvious lump in his shorts. “Would this help?” she asked.

Bill slid his fingers up her thighs towards her crotch. She squirmed a little but didn’t stop rubbing. They started to kiss as well and Bill’s hands were roaming all over. She pulled his shorts down and dropped to her knees. Ashley definitely knew what to do. Bill came all over her face within less than a minute.

He ripped her clothes off and started licking her legs around the ankles. As he moved up her legs, Ashley started moaning. It seems she was enjoying this part of the tryout. When he got to her honey pot she raised both legs up around her ears. When Bill paused for a breath of fresh air he got another good look at her. He was rock hard again. As he inserted his cock up into her 18 year old cunt, he started thinking about Sabrina Phillips and her wonderful mammaries and all of the other young chickies kastamonu escort and he thought he might just be the luckiest guy alive. Ashley and Bill kept it going for a good 10 minutes of furious pumping and he was pretty sure she came at least twice. As she was leaving she gave his cock a little pat and said “Don’t be a stranger”.

During the next day’s tryout session, Bill paid special attention to Sabrina Phillips. She wasn’t wearing a bra again. he was pretty sure her breasts were made of jello, he just didn’t know what flavor… yet. He asked Sabrina to see him in his office after the tryout. As they headed that way Ashley caught his eye and gave him a big smile and a wink. She knew the agenda.

Bill tried the same spiel on Sabrina that he used on Ashley. He asked her about school spirit. Sabrina started talking about how much she enjoyed the school, etc. Bill wasn’t interested. His cock was throbbing but Sabrina did not seem to have any idea what he was looking for.

He decided to try another tack. “I need to make sure that all of the girls are completely healthy before I allow them on the team” he said. “Cheerleading can be very strenuous and we don’t want to have any heart attacks or anything like that”. Sabrina nodded her head doubtfully. “Let’s start with your heart.” Bill said. “Please take off your shirt so we can have a look”. She didn’t move very quickly. “Look, if you want to be a cheerleader you are going to have to have a physical and that’s it” he said. She lifted her shirt above her head and her breasts did the jitterbug. Bill pulled out his stethoscope (yes he had thought of this ahead of time) and started pressing it up against her chest. As he did this he casually moved her breasts aside so he could get to the right spot. Her nipples firmed up nicely. “Well your heart seems to be beating a little faster than normal but otherwise everything seems in order. Let’s check for breast cancer shall we”.

Bill’s fingers traveled up and down her tit flesh lightly. He looked up into her eyes. Sabrina was getting somewhat excited but she still seemed to think this “physical” was legitimate. “I’m not sure kayseri escort but I think I may have felt a lump or two. I always find my tongue is more sensitive than my fingers”. He didn’t give her time to protest and started licking her beautiful breasts. Sabrina let out a little wimper but otherwise didn’t complain. He even nibbled on her nipples a little. She sucked in her breath but still said nothing.

He backed away and got a good look at her saliva drenched jugs. “Well, eveything seems to be in order so far. Please take your shorts and underwear off”. Again, she hesitated. “You do want to be a cheerleader don’t you” he said. She bit her lip and pulled her shorts and undies down. “Good, Good, now please put your knees on this towel on the floor and drop your head as close to your knees as possible. That’s right, now please raise your butt in the air.” What a sight was before Bill’s eyes. He moved up behind her and slid his hands up her legs. He started massaging her butt cheeks thoroughly and spread them apart a little. She didn’t complain at all. He backed away from her and dropped his pants. His cock was dripping pre-cum and ready for action. She still had her head buried and was unaware of his state of undress. He inserted a finger into her twat. She was running like a tap. “Just checking for lumps in here as well” he said. He removed his finger and inserted his cock. She didn’t say a word. As he started pumping, he realized she had the tightest cunt he’d felt in a long time. Not a virgin but close. She started wiggling her butt and moaning and he couldn’t help himself. He spurted cum all over her fine ass.

Sabrina was all revved up but he didn’t think she had cum yet. Bill said “I better have a closer look down here, why don’t you lie on your back?” Bill dove in and started lapping her cunt. Meanwhile he positioned his cock right above her face. Sabrina did lick it a little but she soon was to distracted to pay his cock much attention. She was too busy bucking and screaming as Bill gave her clit a good workout. After she had calmed down she started moving her lips up and down his cock, but she didn’t seem to have much experience in this area. Bill pulled out of her mouth and positioned his cock between her breasts and pressed them together. He pumped and pumped until he came again. That was definitely the best titfuck he’d ever had.

As Sabrina was getting dressed again, he couldn’t help wondering which 18 year old future cheerleader he would be fucking the next day.

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I had known Sharon since we were teens. Our fathers were co-workers, so we had met a few times back then at parties, barbecues or work events. I always thought she was kind of cute for a tomboy, and even thought I was 16 and she was only 13, we were a bit flirtatious. Nothing ever came of it, and when she moved out to go live with her mom, we never saw each other anymore.

Flash forward about 25 years, and we crossed paths again, as both of us had daughters who were the same age that were Junior High age competitive cheerleaders. We were both married to attractive spouses, but being married with children (2 for her, one for me) does lead to a more mundane lifestyle. As luck would have it, after 25 years, we both had 2 things in common; we both had a wild streak that we had to suppress to be family people, and we both were really into fitness. My wife was sexy and attractive, but Sharon’s body was a different type; rock solid, at about 5′ 3″ and 120 lbs of solid muscle. She didn’t have much in the way of boobs, but she had firm abs and a great ass. Her face was OK, not classically beautiful, but still kind of pretty and framed by short blond hair. It was made even better by piercing blue eyes that had a sexy hint of crazy in them. Any time she wore shorts or a skirt to the studio where he girls practiced, I couldn’t help but look at her nice, toned calves and thighs. She caught me looking more than once, and would just smile, so I knew she at least liked the attention.

One of the other cheer-parents who were a bit wealthy would have dinner parties in their 3 story house that most of the families would attend. The wine would flow, and Sharon and I would often be flirty like we were teens again. The only difference was, we had spouses around so we naturally would tone it down a bit. Even then, while we would hold back with our comments, there was a lots of eye contact and evil grins, and hello and goodbye hugs were just a bit tighter and longer than with other parents. Not enough to be noticeable to others, but I could tell we were bordering on inappropriate.

After months of this, at one of the usual parties that was thrown a day before a grand national event, things finally bubbled over. An innocent enough encounter in a hallway with nobody around, we both moved to let the other pass, and both move the same way like a slapstick move and bumped into each other. Maybe I had to much to drink, or maybe I had just had enough flirting. But when we bumped, I let her into my body so that we pressed together. I put a hand on her hip and pressed her into me and held her there for a moment. I was sure she could feel my bulge against her thigh.

“Hey…what do you think you’re doing?” she asked with a sly smile, her icy blue eyes wide open.

I smiled back, “Sorry, do you really want me to let go?

She bit her lip and answered “mmmm…” and then glanced around and pulled me into the spare bedroom our hosts were using to store all the coats stacked on the bed. We ducked behind the partially closed door to so we couldn’t be seen, but nobody would be suspicious if they walked over either. In an instant we pressed our lips together and I could feel her soft moist tongue writhing in my mouth. I hand one hand on the back of her neck massaging it, and the other massaging her firm ass. She had both hands draped over my shoulders, but quickly moved one down to my crotch where she groped and stroked my growing hard on. Our hearts were pounding, but we knew we had to stop.

She moved a bit back and quietly asked “Are you going to fuck your wife tonight?” When I didn’t answer immediately, she squeezed my dick harder and asked again more firmly “Are you going to fuck your wife tonight?”

“Probably, yeah,” I answered somewhat weakly, “Saturday is our night kütahya escort usually.”

“When you do, you better be thinking of ME. Close you eyes and imagine your inside me…because I’m going to be thinking of you while Curt is fucking me.” She squeezed again to emphasize how serious she was.

“When are we going to fuck for real?” I inquired.

She smiled “Oh, I have an idea…so save some energy for tomorrow.”

That night, I did in fact fuck my wife, Ellen. It was rougher than usual, and I spent most of the time on top of her with her legs pinned up to her shoulders, pounding her with all my might. And like Sharon had demanded, I thought about her the whole time my rigid cock was slamming into my petite, little, brunette wife.

“Fuck honey!” she moaned “are you trying to break me in half? Not so hard!”

Her voice distracted me from my thoughts of Sharon’s toned, milky white skin. I grabbed Ellen around the the throat with my left hand and squeezed hard enough to cut off most of her air. Her eyes bulged and I managed to start pounding into her pussy even harder.

“Well you’re gonna take it, you fucking hear me?!?!?!” Her brow furrowed in anger, and she dug her fingers into my hips, and I could feel her nail scratching into my skin. I was pumping into her so fast, and her pussy was so wet, that I could barely feel the friction. The whole time I was thinking about how Sharon had tasted earlier that evening, and how good it felt to have her squeezing the cock my wife was now enjoying. As crazy as it sounded, I wanted to fuck Ellen hard enough that Sharon felt it.

Just as I was about to explode, I pulled my cock out of Ellen and let it shoot all over her. The first stream reached all the way up to her face and hair, and she cringed from it as the rest of my load splattered across her tits and stomach. As I caught my breath, I could see she was pissed.

“You asshole! You got it in my hair!” she complained.

I apologized, but the truth was I couldn’t really care that much, because all I could think of was how years of waiting were going to come to an end, and I was finally going to have Sharon. And as much as I enjoyed my wife, Sharon would be a special treat, like my desert.

“You were way rough, too. What was up with that?” She asked.

“Mmm…I don’t know. Maybe one drink too many?” I pleaded.

“I’m not complaining, other than having to get this out of my hair,” she continued, calming down a bit. “It was just…different,

The next day, all the parents brought the girls to the convention center where the competition would take place, and after dropping the girls with the attendants, met for a brunch like we usually did. The event was for two days, and while some of the parents got rooms at the adjoining hotel, we lived 15 minutes away and didn’t bother. Sharon and Curt did have a room.

“Hey, I have a cooler upstairs, so we can all sit around the pool this afternoon during the break, the girls can swim, we can have a cocktail or three.” Curt loved to drink, it was one of the things that pissed Sharon off about him.

The other parents all seemed in agreement. Sharon smiled sly and looked at me out of the corner of her eye. Ellen didn’t like to drink, and since our daughter had an extra duo performance, she would be tied up redoing her hair and makeup while the other girls swam…which meant I would have about an hour to kill. I have to admit, Sharon was pretty sharp; she had realized this all along.

A couple hours later, Curt had downed 2 drinks for every drink anyone else had finished, and had no intention of leaving the pool; he loved to be the life of the party.

“My headache is killing me, I’m going to take a nap. Do you have your card? I manisa escort forgot mine in the room. I’ll be back before the break is over”

“Here, no hurry. weather this nice, I think I can miss some cheerleading.” Chris replied with a content smile.

“Room 327, take me away,” Sharon said as she walked away. It was totally goofy and unimaginative, but it worked. Nobody really paid attention, and I got the info I needed. She smiled at me as she walked by, and I took a slightly longer look than I should have as she strode across the deck, her toned leg muscles looking strong and sexy in her khaki shorts and tank top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, which was normal for her, and I could see the outlines of her nipples.

I had been fiddling with my phone for a while on purpose, and announced “I gotta take off for a few. It looks like one of the servers is erring out at work. I’m gonna grab my machine from the car and see if I can get on the hotel’s wi-fi and get it fixed before the next competition round.”

I got a couple nods, but with Ellen off with our daughter, none of the group cared all that much, since they were more concerned with their daughters in the pool and their drinks. Nobody saw me grab an elevator to the 3rd floor.

My heart was racing and I could feel blood flowing to my groin and my cock slowly expanding. Time was ticking, and we had maybe 40 minutes in total left to work with.

The doors opened after the longest two floor elevator ride ever, and I quickly moved through the halls, checking the room numbers as I went. I turned the corner, and there she was, with her back leaning against the door, one foot cocked behind her against the it.

She ran her front teeth over her lower lip, before licking her upper lip and telling me “Well, here we are.” Those icy blue eyes looked even more crazed than they normally did.

I moved quickly to her, pressed myself against her, grabbing her hands and holding them over her head and pinning them to the door, grinding my crotch into hers as our mouths met and our tongues attacked each other’s. After a few moments, I moved my mouth to her neck and kissed and licked below her ear. I could hear her breathing picking up in intensity.

“Let’s get in the room!” She gasped with a desperate tone.

I let go of her wrists and her shaking hands ran the card through the door’s reader. It wasn’t easy for her with my hands fondling her body while she did it, but we got inside and slammed the door shut.

She pulled away from me and in one motion pulled off her tank top. Like usual, she didn’t have a bra on and her small but thick nipples stood out against her small breasts. While she was taking off the top, I had kicked off my sneakers. Before she could undo her khaki shorts, I basically tackled her onto the bed, sucking and nibbling gently on her tits. She didn’t have much, but they seemed to be sensitive judging from her moans.

“Careful with the biting.” She reminded me, “Don’t leave marks.”

She had undone the button of her shorts, and that was enough for me to grab at the waist and pull them right off of her in one rough motion, grabbing her underwear along with them. I noticed she was completely hairless and her pussy lips and clit were thick and they were also both very pink and very wet. They glistened in the room’s light.

She began to speak “Aren’t you going to take o-” and then she was abruptly cut off by me shoving my face into her pussy and extending my tongue inside her. I fucked her with my tongue, taking care to use the tip of it to stroke her clit each time I took it out of her. After a minute or so, she began to buck her hips up against me, in rhythm with my licking.

“Yes…yes! YES!!” she exclaimed as her whole body mardin escort tensed and her hands grabbed at my hair. She shuddered for a few moments and then went limp. Ellen had never been able to come from me licking her, but Sharon came in just a few minutes. As she recovered, I leaned back and licked my lips, savoring the taste of her. I looked down at her lean and toned body, her legs spread out and her chest still heaving with her blue eyes looking glazed over, almost like she was high. I decided she was in great shape, so she didn’t need time to recover from the orgasm.

I pulled off my shirt and dropped my pants and underwear. I was already full erect and I pulled her to the edge of the bed, and pushed myself into her. Her pussy was wet, but still tense from her orgasm, and I could see it hurt her a bit as I entered her, but I couldn’t help myself. She was so wet and hot, I somehow felt myself get even harder, almost to the point of being uncomfortable. I threw a leg over each shoulder and started working her over.

“You should have put a condom on,” she said between deep breaths.

“I don’t plan on cumming inside you…at least not your pussy” I replied with a grin.

She smiled back “we don’t have time to make too much of a mess.”

“Then I guess you better swallow it all, baby” was my reply.

After a few minutes, her pussy had loosened up, and her moaning increased. I could tell she was ready to cum again. Cumming while on her back was another thing Ellen couldn’t do, she had to be in a straddling position. I couldn’t help but compare the woman I was fucking to my wife.

I had periodically changed pace, and I found one she liked a lot and she begged “Oh God, keep doing that!”

I did as requested and she built up to her orgasm, pumping her ass up off the bed. I ran my hands over her smooth, firm legs as I pumped her as hard and steady as I could. It took all my might not to cum myself, until finally she let out a long “oooohhhh!!” and I could fell her body quake and her pussy contract on me. After finishing her second orgasm of the session, her body relaxed some and she smiled at me.

“So, you got something for me, or what? she taunted with lust in her eyes. I couldn’t take any more. I pulled out, put her legs down and moved up so that I was straddling her face and forcing my hard dick that was soaked in her juices between her red lipsticked lips.

I only needed to fuck her mouth for a few pumps before I let out my own “Oooooohhh!!” and sent multiple gushes down her throat. Her hands grabbed my ass cheeks and her head bobbed away as she siphoned out every drop I had. Even after I was spent, she slowly moved her mouth over my shaft, caressing me with her tongue.

When she finally let me out of her mouth, I looked at the clock, because even though it seemed like it had been 5 or 10 minute romp, it had been closer to 30 minutes since we met at the door. With the minutes spent at the poolside gathering waiting to get away, our time was almost up; Ellen would be out of the dressing room and wondering where I was.

“Wipe my lipstick off your cock and get going. You don’t want Ellen to come looking for you and find you with a red ring on it” she said with an evil grin. “do me one favor though.”

“What’s that?”

“Don’t brush your teeth and go kiss Ellen, like French her, OK?”

It came out of left field, and I looked puzzled. She added “I’ve always had a thing for her.

She’s got that sexy, shy housewife thing going on. I don’t think she swings that way, so at least I want her to taste my pussy on your tongue and lips. She’ll never suspect, so promise, OK?”

It was twisted, but no more than what we had just done. And it made my mind race to some even more twisted ideas, that were suddenly very appealing to me.

“Sure…I promise. As long as you promise that this little bit of fun isn’t a one time thing.”

“Deal” she replied, extending her hand to shake on it.

We both shook hands, laughed, and exchanged one more kiss before returning to our families.

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The Rue de Souligny is a narrow street bordered with the high, prim houses of the French countryside. Whitewashed stucco gleams in the sunlight with voices and scents emanating from behind wooden slat shutters closed over open panes of window-glass. Aimée and her sister Stéphanie are our height – that is to say, Stéphanie matches my height in a long-legged and lithe, dark red haired way, prototypically chic. Aimée is your height, a sandy blonde shot through with streaks of middling red in such a way that suggests its a natural attribute to her shoulder-length hair. Her fashion is a light yellow sundress belted around a narrow waist, loosely-woven fabric fitting more closely to her form than her sister’s low-necked dress of pale green. A sprinkle of light freckles dusts Stéphanie’s neck and the top of her chest, probably extending to wrap around her shoulders. I try not to let such thoughts distract me.

Cobblestoned, the Rue de Souligny takes our combined weight and that of the sleek 735i easily. Soft leather seats in the back support the French girls, legs crossed modestly and yet enticingly; achingly curved calves and smooth, pale skin. They know what they’re doing, as my eyes flick over them in the rearview mirror and soft, small smiles grace their faces. The bright blue eyes of Stéphanie match yours, and your full lips part in a smile as my hand drifts from the gearshift to your thigh, encased in form-fitting denim. A quick stroke, gentle squeeze, and I feel the touch of gracefully long fingers across the back of that hand. The car takes even these sharp corners of Lycome easily. We’ve turned onto Boulevard de Souvenir, also cobblestoned, and the BMW silently, smoothly, comes to a stop beside a elegant structure built of mortared stone blocks, windows and shutters thrown open to fresh spring air. It is a true Château, that of Chevaler, a French Huguenot who suddenly found himself unwelcome in La Belle France during the Revolution. An arched stone doorway holds the heavy wooden doors that are opened to a tiled floor and stone walls, smaller wooden doors recently installed in the back of this entranceway. The French sisters bound from the car, doors thumping shut behind them as Aimée takes the stairs two at a time, passing through the arch to fling open two of the smaller doors. She turns, face lit by a white smile. Stéphanie waits as I offer you my hand and help you from the car, shut the door behind you, and look over the car’s roof to notice again the lack of wrought iron decorated gates or the stone wall that would have stood here earlier, shutting off this small plaza from the Boulevard de Souvenir.

We’re shown inside. Voices soon fill the space we’ve entered to its high ceiling as lightly accented English from either one of the girls informs us of history, architecture, that the boards used to make the wooden floor and stairwell that our shoes click on as we walk upstairs came from the woods across the lake, Lac du Montignac, which now boasts some trees over a century old and is veined through with packed earth walking paths. No ground clutter beyond mid-height grasses and the occasional fallen leaf in this season mar the idyllic area, frequented by the locals. Our bedroom is quite the sight; wood floors and plastered ceiling hung with a chandelier, elegant furniture against the walls, a large doubled bed. Your face lights up in delight as you realize it’s a canopied bed sheeted generously with crisp linens and a down-filled comforter. The pillows are also down-filled, clean white against the rich, tanned crème of the sheet just under the comforter. The curtains are either a very light inner curtain, a translucent cream as that one sheet is, or a more opaque, tightly woven and heavier curtain on a rail outside the inner rail, which carries the cream-coloured curtain.

Windows are open to the inside with the wooden shutters closed, fresh air flooding the room. A bookcase stands near the door, featuring a pewter-grey chain screwed into the doorframe on its plate and the matching receptacle on the door; when latched it would allow the door to open but a few centimetres before the chain stopped it. A full bathroom, modern, is behind a closed door. It has a soaker tub that could easily fit four, lowered flush with the tiled floor. A shower stall adjoins, no glass partition. The floors are very slightly sloped as all properly constructed bathroom floors are, to allow runoff to the gleaming drains. Already impressed by the decor, the bathroom nearly floors me. I tilt back on my heels and make as if to fall over backwards. Laughing, you “catch” me, to the pleased amusement of Stéphanie and Aimée.

Then we’re left alone. A few hours later, time we’d spent exploring the Château, I meet Aimée’s boyfriend, a tall Gaul with a few inches on my height and the same dark colouring. Thomas’s nose looks slightly crooked, as if he took a straight jab at some point and it didn’t quite set right as it healed. This does nothing to diminish his charm, I grin as Aimée turns to diyarbakır escort putty in his embrace, then accept his offer of help. The four bags easily make their way upstairs over the polished dark wood of the stairwell. I decide I like this fellow despite the admiring, evaluative sweep of your figure his dark eyes perform as he meets you for the first time. A Gallic shrug outside on the plaza as we shake hands. I’m informed that I am a lucky fellow. Aimée strikes a pose as I look her way, eliciting a grin. I turn back to Thomas.

“Likewise. Take care.”

And then they’re gone, motoring out of the plaza in a finely maintained sport coupé of some kind I can’t recognize. This leaves me with Stéphanie and yourself, the former standing in the doorway and yourself standing framed by the shutters in our bedroom. You lean out as Stéphanie walks towards me, blow me a kiss. I catch it, brush my fingers against my cheek and return the kiss – surprised, our chic guide spins around and glances up, waves goodbye and calls out to you: “I need to borrow your man! He can drive me home!”

“So long as he comes back, Stéphanie!”

I open the door for her, close it gently and walk around behind the car. Before I open the door on my side, I look up to where you are again. You smile, I touch my closed fist to my chest, over my heart, and wave. You wave back and I get into the car. The German sedan’s engine turns over smoothly and I turn towards the gate – loathe to leave, I glance over my shoulder to see you turning away from the window and disappearing deeper into the room. Turning back, Stéphanie catches my eye with her expression, a small-smiled look radiating her thoughts, something along the lines of ‘adorable. Lucky girl.’ I smile the warm half-smile at her and let her direct me down cobblestoned streets. A large panel-sided truck spoils the pristine day, pulling ahead. On the narrow street there is no safe chance of passing him. Windows roll up at the touch of a switch and I drop back a few meters. The gaps between houses widen, I notice fuller yards, two children playing catch. The panel truck turns off into a cul-de-sac and my following glance in that direction reveals a house being moved into. I press the accelerator and let the car jump ahead on the smooth pavement of this suburban road.

“Close?”

“Not yet. I live in the countryside, away from the town. I like the quiet – and it was my aunt’s place.”

“Was?”

“She has a… penthouse suite, I think it is called, in Reims now.”

“Impressive, Stéphanie. What does she do for a living?”

Our small-talk continues for a while. In the lull, she turns on the radio, pressing “seek” until she finds what she wants. I don’t mind, being unable to think of anything interesting to talk about. In the lull between two upbeat pop songs, she turns her head in my direction.

“We’re almost there. A left at this intersection here, and then take the first dirt road you see. That leads right to my front door.”

“Okay, not a problem.”

Another pause. Then she asks; “What would you call me, if I were an English girl?”

“Of the same name? I’d call you Stephanie.”

“If we knew each other for a long time?”

“Ah, I see. Maybe ‘Steph.'”

“I like that. You’ll call me Steph?”

“Sometimes, sure. Why?”

She shakes her head slightly, then says, “I’m not sure,” quietly. Neither of us is particularly disappointed when the disc jockey dozens of kilometres away begins playing one of Alizee’s newer songs. I recognize her voice because I’ve heard it before, watching videos on the internet of her performances – entirely for her dancing. Stéphanie dances in her seat, upper body entirely. I grin and look across at her.

“A favourite?”

“Oui, certainement!”

Her even-toothed smile accompanies her response and she raises eyebrows playfully at me as she runs hands down her torso, over the seatbelt’s diagonal chest strap. “I think perhaps my woman wouldn’t appreciate that, Steph. Very nice though.” She smiles again.

The house is two storied and elegant. Freshly painted, it gleams in the sunlight. She roots around in her small leather handbag for the keys. I turn the car to face back down the driveway, which conveniently puts the passenger side closest to the house. I debus first and hold the door for her, offering an open hand into which she lays her own delicate hand with elegant, long fingers. It is but a gesture, those long legs taking her weight easily with the superb poise of a dancer.

Then, suddenly, she is startlingly close and seemingly off balance, leaning into me with eyes locked on mine. My left foot moves a half step backwards, left hand coming up to take her weight on the gently swooping curve of her waist to her hip. I suspect she feigns the loss of balance. Pressing against me she smiles and excuses herself gracefully while never once loosening her grip on my hand. I squeeze back, then stop, realizing edirne escort that may be sending the wrong signal. Enchanted with her presence, inhaling subtle hints of perfume on an eddying air current, neither of us moves for long moments. She turns away first, I never see the mischievous smile that flickers across full lips. Then she’s inside, the tumblers of the lock turning easily. I don’t know why, but I find myself following her in.

It’s because she didn’t say goodbye, I surmise, stepping across the threshold and across wooden floorboards. She calls out, “In here!” I come to the sound of her voice, find her sitting in a living room on a low-backed couch. Her legs are modestly crossed, but the position of the couch means I’m standing close to her yet again. She tilts her head back to look me in the eye, exposing the white flesh of her graceful neck and the swooping skin that leads to the rise of pert breasts. Looking her in the eyes – vivid green – I can see that the dusting of freckles Stéphanie has does extend to wrap around her upper body. I inhale deeply and she opens her mouth, lasciviously parting her lips. Then I break the tension in the sunlit air.

“Now that I know you’re comfortable, I’ll be on my way, mademoiselle.”

She offers up a hand, palm facing downwards. I take it, kiss the backside with a grin. “Farewell, m’lady.”

From the sparkle of delight igniting the emerald green of her eyes, I think I’ve found a nickname she likes more than “Steph.” A minute later I’m back in the sedan, heart pumping more regularly as the distance between me and the sorely tempting French girl increases. My mind drifts to you, I wonder what you’re doing. I’m back on the cobblestoned streets of Lycome before long, drawing the powerful engine back in with my foot lessening the pressure on the accelerator. The 735i corners beautifully into the Château’s plaza, smoothly rolls to a stop where I want it. I pat the dashboard. And you thought renting this was a mistake. When you drive it, you’ll see otherwise. I laugh happily as I shut the car door behind me, then the double doors of the Château. I take the stairs two at a time, thinking to check the bedroom first.

You intercept me at the head of the stairs. I wrap muscled arms around you and lift you off the ground slightly, setting your feet back on the wooden floor with my lips finding yours and lingering for long moments. Your hands run up my back, my left finds its way to the small of your back and my right to the base of your neck. Another kiss.

“Hello again. Missed you.”

In the middle of this kiss, you disengage and your teeth take my lower lip between them gently. You pull back slightly, biting teasingly, lightly, eliciting a pleasured and surprised noise from deep down in my throat. I lift you again, your legs wrap around my hips, and my large hands rest on your perfect ass while I take the four paces to the bedroom door, opening it hurriedly, stepping through and kicking it shut with a backwards swing of my heel. There’s the bed, drapes pulled back. Your lips are locked with mine again, tongues dancing.

I make it to the bed, you slide out of my arms and pull me down with you, a finger hooked into the collar of my shirt. I work arms around your back and lift you from the mattress, rolling onto my back and sitting up. Your legs part and wrap loosely around my waist, sitting in my lap. Pausing for breath, you smile, then we kiss again, deeply. The tips of our tongues pass one another and we work to prompt small noises from the other. You’re biting my lower lip again as you did before while I undo your bra through your shirt. I feel your hands working the buttons of my shirt, starting at the collar and going down halfway, then their warmth as they lay flat against the muscle of my chest and shoulders. You press into me hungrily and I kiss you deeply once more. Another break for air, in which you pull your shirt over your head as I undo your pants, as you do mine, then the rest of my shirt is undone and you’re kissing the side of my neck. I twist my head and kiss the side of yours, the smooth line of your jaw, then your cheek. I slide both hands down your back to grip the firm lobes of your bum, watching you eye my lips and then raise your gaze to my eyes. I kiss you and turn onto my side, rolling you onto the mattress. Fingers bend into the waistband of your pants and underthings, pulling them down long smooth legs, and then you’re naked on the bed. I let my pants fall to the floor and step out of them. Then I brace myself above you.

One more kiss, then a kiss on your chin. Your building excitement has already gotten me quite hard, as your quickly exploring hands discover. I use a hand to take your left breast, fingers outspread, the flesh rising into my palm and as I gently twist my wrist back and forth, those fingers brush over a hardening nipple. My right hand holds your shoulder, pressing it back into the mattress gently, firmly.

My lips find edirne escort bayan the top of your chest, press a kiss between and above your breasts. Then they find their way to your right nipple. My tongue circles around it, over the hardening thing, flicking delightfully back and forth. Another kiss directly over the areola, then the tip of my tongue spirals outwards over your breast, hot breath and tongue on the soft flesh. My right hand takes over, caressing the breast as my left hand did earlier. A kiss between the two breasts, and my right hand slides up from below, cupping the soft mound before fingers play over it. Thumb and forefinger gently roll the nipple for the briefest of moments before returning to their places.

Tongue works its way in, spiralling towards the nipple. Left hand moves down along your side, stopping to heat an area just above your navel. Lips close around the nipple, pressing a kiss in. The motions are identical to what your right experienced. I feel your hands on my shoulders, pressing down. I lift my mouth from your breast and let my hand slide to it again.

“I will. Relax, breathe deeply. Enjoy. Rest your head on your hands, put them behind your head.”

You fold your arms up and back, which straightens your back and as you lay your head on your palms, I run my hands from your breasts up your upper arms to warm them. They then run quickly and firmly back down to your sides to your hips. My head follows, kissing down the center of your body to run this busy tongue around your navel quickly. It carries on to your mound. Stops, kisses, lips parted by the tip of my tongue flicking out against excited, flushed skin.

“Tell me if there’s something you really want.”

Your legs part for me once more, spreading wide and hooking over my shoulders. I feel your heels running down along my spine firmly and I groan, nuzzling my chin into the mound just over your slit. They relax their pressure and I slide backwards once more, bringing my lips to the top of your pussy, where there’s a kiss. The tongue comes from my lips to part yours, flicking inside, feeling exceptional heat, some moisture, tasting that moisture and bringing a small smile to my lips. I move down, kissing the bottom of your pussy, and flick my tongue inside again.

I free up my left hand, parting the lips of your femininity. Tongue flattens against your hot flesh here and parts the inner lips as it drags upwards over the hole, taking your wetness with it. I find the clitoral hood and kiss it, running my tongue along just underneath it until it retracts fully and then, to tease you, lick just closely enough that the side brushes lightly against the nub.

To vary the motions the tip of my tongue goes through, letters like X, H, V, A, R, O, G, S, and W trace across and around your clitoris. My lips occasionally press against the excitement-slicked skin before my tongue flattens and licks down to your wet opening before rising to the round, sensitive clit. For more variety, I switch to Cyrillic. That “F” especially causes a light, breathy sound to issue from your parted lips as I pleasure you. My left hand has no need to hold you open, so I let it rub near the bottom until my fingers are coated in your wetness. A pause as I lick down to your opening again and slide my tongue inside – “Australian Kiss” is the slang term. As a French kiss, just “down under.” I flick it around and vary the pressure it puts on your tightness. As it withdraws, I replace it with two fingers. My tongue works its way to your clitoris once again, lapping up your juices. When you’re ready, anytime.

Spread around those two fingers of my left hand, your pussy is incredible. Tightly pressed against my fingers, the combination of pressure, heat and wetness is perfection itself and I can hardly wait to press my erect shaft deep inside you. Rising closer to your climax, feeling the heat rise from your loins and nipples to fill your body, your hips press against my knuckles and mouth. I hope by now you’ve freed your hands from under your head and are working your breasts and running them up and down your torso. My right hand rests on the inside of your thigh, at the join of leg and groin, squeezing rhythmically.

A small noise from you prompts me to turn my left hand palm to ceiling and curl those two fingers inside you backwards on themselves, seeking out your G-Spot. Come for me, when you’re ready. Hard as you like, give in to the building pleasure and let it boil through your veins.

On the brink of it now, your hips thrust rhythmically against me. I still my right hand, and as your back arches, I clamp my lips around your clitoris and suck it between them. Surrounded by this soft pressure, the light touch of my tongue across the slippery surface is all you need to trigger that orgasm. Just as the fingers of my left hand register the tight convulsion around them, your breath leaves your chest in an orgasmic moan as your arched back thrusts towards the sky. I still my fingers and my mouth until you shudder to a stop.

Catch your breath. When you’re ready, we’ll move on. I lick my lips and fingers clean, kiss just above the mound, and look up at you. A close-mouthed smile as you prop yourself up on your elbows. I eagerly await your suggestion, or you telling me to surprise you.

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We had been on a night out for Sally’s Birthday, plenty of drink and laughs but the end had come all too quickly. Both Sally and I were fairly drunk, with drunkenness comes confidence and horniness, which meant, as we stood waiting for our taxi, it was not long before we were kissing and hands were starting to wonder. It was a lovely warm night bathed in white light from the almost full moon in the clear sky. Sally wore a mid thigh length skirt and red top. Her top was a v cut style which showed some cleavage from her 36c breasts. It was also backless, meaning it was not possible to wear a bra. Thankfully it did have a double layer of material to keep the girls safe from falling out and to stop her nipples being on show, although I still saw them making an occasional appearance throughout the night.

Our turn for the taxi eventually came and we bundled in giving the driver our address and the preferred route. The other way is longer and costs more money. We settled in the back seat as the driver made his way through the streets filled with drunken people. Before long we picked up speed as we headed home.

Without even realising I had my hand on my Sally’s leg, I realised I had slid it up inside her skirt, and my fingers were brushing her knickers. Sally did not try and prevent me so I took that as approval to continue. I started rubbing her sensitive area with my fingers as drove along, kissing her as I did.

We stopped at some traffic lights and I noticed the taxi driver had adjusted the mirror down and was watching my hand. I also noticed that Sally’s skirt had bunched up so it was likely he could probably see my hand rubbing her. I could feel a damp patch forming on the front of her knickers so I knew she was enjoying the attention. Maybe because we were distracting him or maybe he wanted the time to last longer, the driver took the long route option. I commented on his mistake and he apologised, then out of the blue he suggested rather than cash payment for the trip he would like Sally’s knickers as the fare. We were both taken back by this. I quickly realised the fare would be far more than replacing the knickers so quickly agreed. Sally gave me a look which was mixed with horror and disgust and I just smiled back and mouthed cheaper to her.

I reached around her and pushed her skirt higher to allow me access to her waist band of her knickers. I slowly started to pull them down, she had to lift off the seat to allow them to slide over her bottom. I slid them down her legs and she lifted each leg to allow them to come çorum escort off over her heels. I glanced up and could see her skirt was bunched up around her waist and she was fully exposed. I just stared at her hairless vagina and I knew the driver would be enjoying the view. Last year Sally had won a course of laser hair removal and not being particularly hairy she opted to have her bikini line done. However she ended up having all hair removed so she was totally smooth and hair free which I loved. I reached forward with Sally’s damp knickers and passed them through the gap to the driver. He pressed a button his computer and the fair cancelled.

I slid my hands between her legs and started rubbing again, this time my hands started to moisten with her juices and it was not long before I was dipping my tips into her entrance. I was now on heat, knowing the driver was watching my every move spurred me on ever more. I wanted to strip Sally naked and make love to her on the back seat. However I happened to notice we were approaching a play park which if you cut through 2 minute walk saves about 12 minutes in the car. Plus I did not want the driver knowing where we lived and then demanding money. I asked the driver to stop which he reluctantly did. The driver kept his word and did not try and charge us and drove off with Sally’s damp knickers for company.

With moonlight for company we walked hand in hand into the park, it is mostly grass and heels and grass don’t miss so Sally slipped them off and walked barefooted. In the centre of the park is a large play area which has a kind of open topped castle in the middle. I pulled Sally towards the castle and peered inside, it was empty and secluded a perfect place to continue some fun. I pulled the reluctant Sally inside and started to passionately kiss her, my hand found a breast through her top and I gently squeezed and rubbed it waking her nipples up instantly. I did my best to lower her top down to expose her breasts but she was worried someone would see. Plus why should only she be naked and exposed. I asked if she would feel better if I was undressed which she agreed it might.

Right there in the park I stripped everything off except my boxer shorts. She stood smiling looking at the tent my erect penis had made them into. Them too she simply said nodding downwards. Nervously I slid them down and stepped out of them. I stood before her totally naked.

My nerves or embarrassment not showing through my obvious excitement. Sally picked up my clothes and denizli escort shoes and moved them to the other side of the structure. It was not far maybe 10 steps but it made the nakedness seem even more. As soon as she came back I was on her. I had planned to do nothing more than kiss and maybe fondle but now I was naked I wanted to insert. My hands found the straps to her top and I pulled them down in lust, exposing her lovely pert breasts. My mouth latched on to one sucking hungrily then switched to the other. Sally’s hand found its way into my penis and was slowly pulling the skin back and forward. With two free hands it was easy to locate and undo her clip on her skirt and within moments it fell to the floor. I then pulled her top down over her hips and let it drop to the floor. We were both naked outside in the play park. The moon lit us both up and if we were outside the castle we would be seen for some distance.

My fingers start to probe, sliding two into her very wet pussy whilst my other hand pulling her bottom cheeks apart and applying pressure to her very tight hole, I know this drives her wild. My mouth was still alternating between her breasts sucking on her erect nipples. Before long she started to pull my penis towards her very wet entrance, lifting a leg up around my waist to give easier access. Not surprisingly I was able to slide into her with ease but being tight I still needed to apply pressure to get all the way in. I thrust in and out a few times kissing her as I did. My hands on her bottom pulling her in and again pressing against her back entrance. In one movement she lifted her leg over and twisted around and moved into doggy style. I love this position as I get to fondle her hanging breasts whilst thrusting in and out of her. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I detected movement on top of the castle walls, I decided it must have been a cat and decided not to mention it.

Before long I felt myself building to explode inside of her, not wanting this experience to be over so quickly I pulled her up right and ran my hands down towards her pussy and started playing with her clitoris. With my penis deep inside of her, one hand squeezing her breasts and the other playing with her clitoris she was soon squirming and I could sense she was close. I looked down her amazing body drinking in how the moon lit her up, seeing the beads of sweat forming as she got ever closer.

With one long moan she orgasmed, pushing back hard on my penis to intensify the feeling. The increased düzce escort deepness and watching her orgasm was too much for me, I felt my own building and within seconds I was pumping my sperm deep inside her. We held the embrace allowing the feelings to subside twisting our necks to kiss. I pulled out and almost immediately we heard a noise outside the castle.

We quickly looked out and saw a man running down the hill from the top of the castle towards the exist. I shouted and he turned around shouting back that he enjoyed the show and has some great footage. It was the taxi driver from earlier. Being naked I could not run after him and watched in despair as he left the park with unknown pictures. We looked at each other naked fully lit by the moon knowing he would have seen everything. There was nothing we could do about it and the thought was quite a turn on. We pulled on our clothes and decided to go to the top of the castle to see what kind of view he had. There at the top it was clear he had a perfect view and would have seen everything. We then spotted something on the floor which turned out to be Sally’s knickers. He had clearly enjoyed the show as he had come into her knickers.

We decided we could not leave them there for people to find the next day so picked them up by the edge to find the nearest bin. However at that moment my sperm started to slide out of Sally, having nothing else to hand, Sally without thinking pushed the knickers against her naked vagina to stop dripping on the floor. With one hand between her legs, skirt lifted up slightly we headed out if the park and back home. Once outside the knickers now very wet from both deposits were disposed of at the first bin. When we got home Sally had a shower to wash away the cum and the mud from her feet.

We talked about our experience the next day and joked about the possible photos but after a few days it became a distant memory. However a week later we came home to an envelope on the door mat. We opened it up and there in full page prints were various photos of us leaving nothing to the imagination. We could clearly be identified in the photos. One shot looked like we were posing for the camera looking right down the lens. Every part of our bodies were captured from my erect penis to Sally’s shaved smooth vagina. We suddenly realised that we had given our address when we got in the taxi. With the photos, a typed note. Reading through it gave a list of orders, explaining that we would be picked up by taxi on Friday night at 10pm from home. We were to wear certain clothes and do certain things otherwise the photos would be published on the internet. It also suggested a few drinks before hand to build up the courage.

Friday night came, dressed as instructed we climbed into the back of the taxi waiting for the first order…….

The end

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