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It was late when Natalia woke up. Her phone was ringing and she groped underneath her pillows for it.

“‘Lo?” she said sleepily into it.

“Nat, honey, did I wake you up?”

“It’s okay, Aunt Syl, I probably should have been up hours ago. What’s up?”

“Are you busy tonight?”

“Nope, no plans.”

“Would you like to make a few bucks?”

“Usually.” Natalia yawned hugely.

“My boss needs a babysitter.”

“Aunt Syl, I don’t know anything about kids.”

“That’s what I told him, but he said that’s okay. You just need to be there in case there’s an emergency. He wants you at seven so that you can meet his little girl, but he’ll put her to bed before he goes out.”

Natalia groaned. She was uncomfortable around kids. She had absolutely no idea how to talk to them.

“He’s offering a hundred bucks for four hours.”

Oh. Well then.

“Tell him I will be there.”

“Good girl. I’ll text you his address.”

That evening, Natalia left the house promptly at six-thirty in an old, comfortable pair of jeans and her favorite t-shirt. She was glad she’d left early, as her destination ended up not only across the city but up a winding, hilly road. When she finally arrived at the address her aunt had sent her, she gazed at the driveway a bit nervously. No house could be seen from the street, and the drive was lined with a tangle of trees and blackberry bushes.

At the end of the drive was a small gravel lot bordered by a tall fence and a garage with black carriage-house doors. The gate was unlatched, almost ominously ajar. Well, she thought, she trusted her aunt. She went through the gate and found a nicely manicured garden with a dogwood tree in full, glorious bloom. At the end of a flagstone path was the house. It wasn’t very large, but it was designed in a sharp, modern style, with lots of glass. The lights were on inside, sending a homey glow into the garden. All at once, Natalia felt at ease.

Before she could even knock, the front door opened. A small, serious-looking girl was in the doorway. Well, Natalia thought, sink or swim.

“Hi, I’m Natalia,” she said.

“My name is Caroline.”

A man jogged up behind the little girl and pulled the door open wider. He gave Natalia a slightly apologetic smile.

“Hi, I’m Gavin. You must be Sylvia’s niece, Natalia.”

He held his hand out to her and she took it, suppressing a little shiver at his warm fingers as they clasped her own. Gavin was younger than she had expected, and rather handsome. He was dressed in a beautiful dark blue suit, but his neatly groomed stubble kept him from looking too elegant, if that was even a thing.

“Pleased to meet you,” she said.

“Come in, please,” he said, stepping back. “Why don’t we go sit in the living room and we can talk for a minute?”

He led the way, and Natalia found that she felt slightly underdressed in the house. It was well designed, every detail beautiful as well as functional. Meanwhile, her sneakers were scuffed. She doubted he would notice, though.

“Honey, why don’t you go ahead upstairs and get ready for bed?” he said to his daughter. She glanced at Natalia once more, and then left the room.

“She always that serious?”

“Lately, yeah,” he said. “The divorce was pretty hard on her, and she doesn’t get to see her mother enough. I do my best but… sorry,” he added, with a shake of his head. “That’s neither here nor there at the moment. So, tell me about yourself. Your aunt speaks very highly of you, but she didn’t tell me much beyond ‘nice’ and ‘responsible.'”

“There’s not much to tell, I guess. I just graduated from high school.”

“Going to college in the fall?”

“Mmhmm. I’m planning on studying sociology.”

“What would you like to do after college?”

“Oh, I… I don’t really know yet. Just, sociology classes looked the most interesting.” Natalia shrugged, feeling a bit awkward.

But Gavin smiled. “That’s the way to do it. Plenty of time to decide what you want to do. So what do you do for fun? Play any sports?”

“Read, mostly. I read a lot of sci-fi. I don’t play any sports, but I did do competitive swimming for a while. I don’t compete anymore but I still like to swim regularly when I get the chance.”

“I have a pool out back, actually, so, if you come back to watch Caroline again you’re welcome to use it. It’s heated.”

“That would be great! We don’t have a pool at home anymore, and I miss being able to swim in private.”

Caroline, dressed in a nightgown now, came back into the room and sat primly next to her father.

“Hey, sweetie,” Gavin said. “This is Natalia, and she’s going to be here tonight while I go out to meet with a client. Do you have anything you’d like to ask her, anything you want to know about her?”

At first Caroline didn’t say anything. Then, “Can you braid hair?”

“Uh, sure, yeah.”

“French braids, too?”

“Yeah, French braids, too.”

“Would you braid my hair before çapa escort bed?” she looked hopefully from Natalia to Gavin.

“It’s your bedtime,” Gavin said, firmly. “But if Natalia comes back to watch you again, I’m sure she will.”

“Okay!” Caroline said, giving Natalia her first real smile.

“Please, make yourself at home while I tuck Caroline in. Ah, kitchen is through that doorway there, and the bathroom is the first door on the right down the hall there. Let’s go, sweetheart,” he said, to his daughter.

Natalia watched him leave, admiring the way he looked from the back. Just a few short moments later, Gavin came back downstairs and fairly rushed out the door. He was running a bit late, but promised to be back by eleven. Natalia went into the kitchen to get herself a glass of water, and wandered back into the living room. Then she frowned. She’d forgotten to bring a book. It was going to be a long night.

Might as well take a look around, she thought. She knew she probably shouldn’t, but she didn’t plan on looking in any drawers or anything, just kind of wanted to get the feel of the house. The downstairs hall led to the bathroom, just as Gavin had said, plus an office and what looked like a guest room. She tiptoed upstairs, not wanting to disturb Caroline, and found her room easily identified with a little sign on her door. The master bedroom was nice, and the bathroom held a soaking tub and stone-walled shower. Fancy.

There was another bathroom upstairs, a small one, and the last door was a linen closet. The stack of fluffy-looking towels gave her an idea: Gavin did say that she was allowed to go swimming, didn’t he? So, she didn’t have her suit, but it was pretty private out here. Why not go in nude? She could always leave the back door open so that she could hear Caroline if she woke up and needed anything.

Once back downstairs she glanced outside and reconsidered. It was private…but not quite as private as she had thought. There were a few houses up the hill that might have a clear view into the backyard. Probably it would be fine, but she thought she’d rather wait until it was dark, just in case. She’d still have plenty of time before Gavin got home.

Natalia perused Gavin’s bookshelves instead, taking down an interesting-looking volume and paging through it.

The sky finally darkened completely at nine-thirty. Natalia went upstairs and put her ear to Caroline’s door briefly. Hearing nothing and certain her charge was still asleep, she snagged a towel from the linen closet and went into the backyard. Light from the house spilled into the backyard, suffusing the pool area with a soft, golden glow. Lush plants surrounded the cobalt water—stands of bamboo, enormous datura blooms, a few fat palms, and fragrant star jasmine.

For a moment Natalia could almost believe she was far away, in a tropical paradise. She stripped down and didn’t bother to stifle her little moan as she stepped into the water. It felt absolutely delicious on her skin. She’d never gone swimming nude before and it thrilled her senses—especially in someone else’s pool. After doing a few laps, she flipped onto her back and floated for a while marveling at the sky above, sparkling with stars.

*****

It had been a good night, all things considered. Gavin’s prospective client was no longer prospective, and he’d left with a signed contract in hand. In fact, it had gone so well that he hadn’t needed to stay out quite as late as he’d expected. Natalia would probably be glad to go home a little early, and truth be told he really preferred not to leave Caroline at night—especially not with a new sitter. Natalia had come with a good recommendation from a trusted employee, and she certainly seemed cool-headed and responsible, but there was always a risk leaving one’s child with someone else.

Gavin pulled smoothly into the garage and jogged up the steps into the house. It was almost eerily silent. Caroline’s usual sitter liked to watch television, so he had expected the low murmur from the general direction of the living room. He stepped around into the room and found it empty, with the back door open. A stab of panic hit him straight in the chest, followed by a sharp shock of a very different kind.

Movement in the backyard caught his attention, and he looked out in time to see Natalia, completely naked, rise from the pool. Dark hair was slicked back from a very interesting face. Her olive skin shone in the light from the house, and he observed with interest the brown nipples that crowned her small, pert breasts. Water ran freely down her body and his gaze followed the droplets as they disappeared into a thatch of dark curly hair and reappeared to run down her shapely legs.

He stood, stock still, as she turned and bent to pick up a towel, showing off a beautiful rounded ass that had his cock hard as iron in his trousers. Deciding it would make her uncomfortable to find him in the house, he slipped back fatih escort into the garage. He would give her enough time to towel off and get dressed, he thought, willing his erection to subside—but that was useless and he knew it. After a few minutes he simply adjusted it and decided it would have to do. She probably wouldn’t notice anyway, as his suit was so dark and, well, she would have to look first. A girl of her age wouldn’t be interested in a single father his age.

Natalia was dressed—thank goodness—and still squeezing water from her hair with the towel when he came back into the house.

“Oh, hi, Mr…”

“Gavin is fine. Everything go all right?” he said with a little smile.

“Not a peep out of her. I took a dip in the pool, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, I did say you’re welcome to it.”

Gavin’s brain was starting to fuzz. Being in the same room with her was proving too much for his highly aroused senses. She was even more beautiful up close and her t-shirt was stretched just tightly enough over her chest to show off the curve of her breasts—the lovely image of which he tried hard not to bring to mind. He fumbled his wallet out of his pocket and withdrew five crisp twenty-dollar bills.

“As promised. Would you be available to come watch her again? Our regular sitter is spending the summer with her grandparents. I don’t have too many evening meetings, but it would be good to have a go-to sitter.”

“Sure, yeah. That would be great.”

Before he could bite back the words he found himself asking, “How would you feel about watching her when I’m here?” Seeing Natalia hesitate he added, “Sometimes I work from home, but Caroline does have a tendency to get underfoot. I’ll often find myself putting work aside to play games with her, and on a day when I really need to concentrate it might be nice to have someone here for her.”

It was perfectly true, if unnecessary, but the explanation had Natalia’s face clearing.

“Oh. Yeah, I don’t see why not. Can she swim?”

“Pretty well, for her age.”

“I was a junior lifeguard for a couple of years, so if you’d feel comfortable we could spend some time in the pool together.”

Gavin felt his cock twitch at the idea of Natalia cavorting around in a bikini. Dangerous territory, he thought. A little harmless fantasy was one thing, but he would never want to become the “creepy dad” and make her uncomfortable. He sighed inwardly. Perhaps it was time to think about dating again.

“That’s fine,” he said. “Can I get your phone number to schedule with you directly?”

Natalia scrawled her phone number on a nearby scrap of paper and gave him a luminous smile before heading home.

He waited merely a beat before turning on his heel and going directly upstairs. As Natalia had done earlier, he paused outside his daughter’s door for a moment to be sure he didn’t hear her moving around. He didn’t want to be interrupted.

Gavin closed and locked his bedroom door behind him. He stripped, throwing his suit carelessly over the back of a chair, and headed for the shower. In the blistering, steamy water he soaped up, running his hands over his body and, he admitted, imagining they were hers. He would lift her and take her here, up against his shower wall. Pounding powerfully into her until her cries filled the little room, then turning her around and taking her from behind. The image of her sweet backside filled his head as he poured soap into his palm.

His cock throbbed as he gripped it, and he leaned back against the shower wall stroking it while thinking of Natalia. Her taut body, those sweet little breasts. Gavin erupted with a hoarse cry, pleasurable waves wracking his body. His breaths came out in shudders. That settled it: next time Natalia came to babysit, he’d jack off before she got there.

*****

For the first time all summer, Natalia was thinking about the pact. Truthfully, when Allison had suggested they all agree to lose their virginity before college, Natalia hadn’t taken her entirely seriously. She had agreed, and she might take the opportunity if it presented itself to her, but she hadn’t thought the other girls would take to it with so much…enthusiasm. And now Allison and Britt had already followed through—and sent texts with an abundance of mouthwatering detail. Debbie was the shyest and most innocent of them, and had been completely mum on the topic. Natalia wasn’t surprised. But Debbie did fold to peer pressure and there had been a light of excitement in her eyes when she’d agreed…

Natalia wasn’t interested in losing her virginity just because her friends wanted her to, but now that she was finding herself thinking more and more about Gavin, it did occur to her that she could kill two birds with one stone. Beyond just being handsome, he treated her like an adult. Natalia was the youngest of a large family, and most people—with the exception of her favorite Aunt Syl—tended to baby her fındıkzade escort a bit. Gavin didn’t. He trusted her, asked her opinion about adult things if they came up in conversation, and, if she wasn’t entirely mistaken, was attracted to her as well.

The night she’d first sat for him, he’d seemed a bit edgy at the end of the night. He kept glancing at her chest, which was odd considering that he’d been the perfect gentleman at the beginning of the night. At one point while his gaze was focused a bit lower than strictly appropriate, she’d thought to give him back as good as she got and glanced down to the front of his trousers. Had there been a bulge there? She thought so, but then again, it had been difficult to tell.

She’d been back to sit for him about twice a week since then, most usually in the afternoons to give him a break while he worked in his office. Caroline went to a summer camp three days per week and Gavin worked from home the other two days. It turned out that Caroline liked to swim nearly as much as Natalia did, and they spent hours in the pool together. Occasionally Gavin would finish his work before they’d gotten out of the pool, and Caroline had wheedled him into joining them.

Those afternoons had been slightly more charged, and when Caroline inevitably lost interest in swimming—having lost Natalia’s undivided attention—Natalia and Gavin would paddle around in the water for a while after Caroline had gone inside. Sometimes they talked, sometimes they just… well, if Natalia hadn’t known better she’d have said they eye-fucked each other. Certainly she made sure to get out of the pool first, taking her time to allow him to get a good, long look. Somehow, after Gavin had gotten out of the pool his towel always hung down to cover his groin.

Natalia had never felt this kind of sexual tension with anyone before, but she worried that despite the signals she thought she was receiving, she might be misinterpreting Gavin’s kindness to her. His speech never even held a whisper of innuendo, and other than the occasional case of wandering eyes he really had been entirely appropriate.

If she wanted anything to happen she would have to be the one to make the first move, even if she risked an embarrassing rejection. She had a feeling that no matter how into him she seemed, he would never hit on his teenage babysitter. She wasn’t even sure if he would respond to her advances, but if she didn’t at least try, she’d be doomed to disappointment—and considerable frustration.

At first she thought she would have her opportunity when Gavin asked her if she’d be willing to watch Caroline overnight. But her hopes were dashed when he said that he was going on a date and planned to be out all night. It was almost embarrassing to realize how disappointed she was, but he was a grown man and of course, being divorced, she should have expected that one day she might watch his kid while he was out on a date. The evening went smoothly: Natalia fed Caroline her dinner, played a game with her afterward, and then put her to bed. She considered taking a swim but felt rather out of sorts and decided she’d go to bed a bit early herself. The sooner she could go home and not think about what—or whom—Gavin was doing, the better.

Natalia was jerked out of a sound sleep when a door shut nearby. She sat bolt upright and groped blearily for the edge of the bed. Who would have anticipated an intruder up here in the hills? Then again, a burglar casing the homes of the local wealthy might know that Gavin had gone out tonight. She glanced around the room for some kind of weapon and saw nothing useful. But she couldn’t just stay in the room. What about Caroline?

She edged out into the hallway and saw a shadow moving around near the kitchen door. Swallowing hard, she tiptoed closer, trying hard not to make any noise. The intruder was creeping about, also obviously trying to keep quiet. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she watched the shadow move uncertainly through the room. She was near the entryway now, and picked up an umbrella. It was the best she could do.

Suddenly the light went on, temporarily blinding her.

“Nat?”

Natalia blinked rapidly, and when she could focus again she saw Gavin looking at her, utterly baffled. It would have been funny if she hadn’t been so relieved. She dropped the umbrella and rubbed her eyes.

“I thought someone was breaking in,” she mumbled. “You said you would be out all night.”

“Yeah, well…” He looked a bit uncomfortable now. “I’m sorry I woke you up. You were asleep?”

Natalia looked at him again and saw that his gaze was riveted well below her face. She hadn’t been expecting to see him before she woke and dressed in the morning, so she hadn’t exactly chosen modest pajamas. She often slept entirely nude, but felt she should wear something, just in case Caroline should awake. Her nightgown was short, made of a very soft gauzy material in a butter yellow tone. Aunt Syl had brought it back from visiting their extended family in Italy, and it always made Natalia feel elegant, sensual. She knew the shape of her body, not to mention the shadow of her nipples, was visible through it.

His date hadn’t gone well, he wasn’t bothering to conceal his gaze… if there was ever an opportunity to attempt a seduction, this was it.

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I’m down by my tree again, Beth is collecting India and her boys from playgroup and I’ve got until five pm to make a start on a new sketch.

I can hardly believe that I’ve sold four drawings to a complete stranger! I got £400 in cash from the gallery after commission and framing. That’s a lot of money to a traveller; I can make it last three months and no hassle with the DHS! I’ve not signed on since Bristol last winter. All spring and summer working in the fields with the tatties and bulbs; then Danny splitting with the Transit and the money – the bastard! Spending our stash on brew and skunk. Good riddance. Now it’s just me and India, my beautiful girl! And the old Safari trailer with nothing to pull it!

Two years gone, and I still cry over Jacky every day. I got arrested with the others, but they let me go ‘cos of India. Even the pigs felt sorry for me. I split, went on the road and ended up in Bristol with Danny the hitter and kicker. Oh Jacky! Gentle Jacky! With your long raster dreads and your big black, beautiful body; those hands, so big but so careful. Oh shit! Stop it Jenny. There’s no use in it. Get on with the drawing.

The tide’s on the make and will soon cover the roots of my huge and wonderful Cornish oak, as they twist and turn beneath the high tide mark. The water has carved out a cave under the tree; it’s a magic dark place, even at mid day. I found it at low tide when India was playing with Beth’s boys and I was kicking stones and looking for shells on the little beach. At first, I couldn’t believe that a tree could have a cave under it with the roots going down like pillars in a church. I have been in lots of times since.

That first time I went in was two months ago, I was so miserable, and thinking, as usual, of Jacky. Danny had just gone off with the money and my face hurt where he had hit me. I don’t know why I went in, but I’m glad I did. I crawled between the roots in my denim shorts and my green vest and got really filthy! My hands, arms and legs, even my face! But what the heck, I like being filthy; I’m a traveller!

It was quite cramped ‘cos I’m 5ft 9in and big boned. When I was right inside, I curled up and cried for ages until I heard the voice.

Like whoa, I mean, when you hear voices people say you’re a loony. The voice said, “Jenny”. I jumped out of my skin and would have run if I could. I banged my head on a root and it hurt, so I sat back and rubbed it. The voice said, “Listen”. So I listened, I mean crazy or what! I listened to my tree. It had a woman’s voice; so that was good.

I am a pagan. Not strict, but I keep the festivals and the solstices, jump over the fire and chant and drum with the others, and a few Beltanes I have joined in the fucking! So I know about the Goddess and the higher plains and all that, but to have Her speaking to you! I mean Joan of Ark or what! But I closed kurtköy escort my eyes and listened. And that was when I began to reconnect.

On the protests, I was a tree person and Jacky was a Digger. I didn’t much like the tunnels but I loved it in the trees, but I never went up that far ‘cos of India. Some women have had their kids snatched for taking them up in the trees. No way was I going to loose her, so I never went up for long. I was in a bender with two other women, running a crèche when the tunnel collapsed, and Jacky — Oh shit! The voice told me to reconnect with my elements, and draw, like I did when I was a child and was naturally connected. I remember drawing trees at school. When we had art, I would draw a tree, even if I should have been drawing a chair. The art teacher used to overlook it and still gave me good marks because I drew good trees! She must have been a tree person too.

The next day I started in India’s drawing books using her crayons. When Beth saw the drawings she gave me her paper and a book on how to make charcoal, so I made a pit. It took me quite a few tries to get it right.

Beth took some of the better drawings to her friend’s gallery in Truro. He gave Beth some hand made paper and some tins of fixative on the condition that she brings the finished work for him to see. When she did, he framed them and put them up in the gallery, and sold them the very next week. Mr J Andrew Esq. bought all four and gave David a commission for three more ’cause he needed seven for his library. That’s another three hundred quid! David wanted a photo of me for his newsletter, so Beth took some arty black and white photos, side lit and moody. I hardly recognised myself; she had made me into a beautiful, grubby bohemian artist from a Pre-Raphaelite picture book. I’ve got a print on the wall of the trailer. Beth was excited and really pleased with them and she wants to take some more for herself; a series of nudes in the landscape, so I said yes.

Beth has been kind to me from the very first, when we were left sitting in the lay-by after Danny went. The pigs were getting heavy. Beth was driving by in the Landrover and saw me arguing with them. Right then, no messing, she hitched up the trailer and towed us down a track away from the road, to the little copse she owns near the farm.

I had met Beth before, waiting for the kids at playgroup. The other mums wouldn’t talk to me; frightened off by my long red dreads and my nose ring I expect; but she was really cool, and now we are friends and I do some cleaning for her in exchange for the park-up and look after her boys when she and John go out. She takes India to playschool with the boys. So it works out well. But I’ll always be grateful to her for this bit of luck with the gallery. Jonathan Andrew made David frame beykoz escort the photo of me to match the drawings, so he must like the picture too. He’s gone away on business until October so the work is still hanging with little red sold stickers on. There I have finished, and the tide is almost at my feet. I’ll say goodbye to my Tree and walk back to the farm and collect India.

It’s late and the Tilley’s burning low. It needs refilling but I can’t be bothered, so I’ll turn it off and crash out. I’ve been drawing a Tree Lady for Beth. She is so nice to us. I was late collecting India after walking back to the farm this afternoon. I thought Beth might be cross but she had been making cakes with the kids, so we had buns and tea with her and John before coming back to the trailer. I wanted to get away when John came in from drilling, ‘cos he’s sometimes a bit off with me, but since I’ve sold the drawings he has been OK. He even offered me the big torch to take back ‘cos it was nearly dark by the time we left. But I don’t mind the dark, I never have, nor does India. For us, danger has come from people you can see standing right in front of you: the pigs, the bailiffs, Danny! So we came back and lit the burner ‘cos it felt damp and cold, and had some soup. I read India a story and she fell asleep early, so I started this drawing. I think it’s good. You have to look closely to see where the tree stops and the Lady begins. I might do a series of these, after I’ve finished the commissions.

I’m down by the creek again working on the next commission. It’s been two days since I have been here and I can already see the beginnings of autumn, it’s still warm but some leaves have fallen and the greens are less green.

The day before yesterday, I did Beth’s cleaning in the morning and we sat around all afternoon talking. She was a bit down until I began to ask her about photography. She told me about her Art College in the eighties and what a gas it all was, then she showed me a self-portrait taken at college. She was beautiful; a sort of punky hippie, all rags and feathers like Leonard Cohen’s Susanne! She has changed a lot, short hair, too plump, and dresses like a farmer’s wife. Then she brought down a portfolio from the top of her wardrobe. Her work is really good. Some of the best pictures were hand tinted and quite erotic. Nudes of her friends – girls and boys – all tangled up! Beautiful! So I said that I meant it, about letting her do some of me. Suddenly, she’s got her creative spirit back and wanted to start there and then, but the house was full of kids!

So yesterday afternoon, Farmer John babysat and we went into the big wood and did a session. She was full of ideas and I did my best to get into some of the poses she wanted. She must be an earth person, like Jacky. She’s gone into Truro today, üsküdar escort to use David’s darkroom! So I guess I’ll see the results this evening. The boys are with their granny and India went too!

I’m not bi or anything, but I got quite turned on in front of her camera, naked on the earth, wrapped around rocks and trees, under hedges or almost buried in leaves and leaf mould, really grubby. Beth thought my nipples were hard because I was cold, but I knew different! I felt things I’ve not felt for quite a while, juices running and warmth in my centre. Jacky’s touch – his long fingers – How I remember!

I’ve been down here all morning drawing and now it’s time for a break. I think I’ll go in my cave to see if the Goddess is there!

Its Thursday already and I’m on the last of the commissions. Beth’s photos of me are fantastic. I saw all the contacts and work prints on Monday night and I had all the kids for two days when Beth went back to the darkroom to make the big prints. We’ve chosen ten, and David is making a special section in the gallery to hang them in after framing. My body on the wall for all to see! What! Everyone who has seen them thinks Beth has done a brilliant job.

When Beth went to the kitchen to make coffee last night, Farmer John said how pleased he was that she had found her work again because she has taken on a new lease of life, then he winked at me! I’m not frightened of John now, I quite like him.

I’m beginning to feel really good. I’ve not felt this good since before Jacky died. There! I said it without wanting to cry. Two months ago I was dreading this winter, now I think it’s going to be fantastic. We’ve got money for food, wood for the burner, friends and a wonderful park up. Wow!

I went into the gallery with Beth today in my long patchwork skirt and bare feet. David is just like I imagined; grey ponytail and a posh voice; he wore red trousers and a yellow sweatshirt with a poppy on! There were some of his abstract paintings hanging. One had a red sold sticker on, so someone liked it, especially at £1200! Beth and I have a small L-shaped section of the gallery to ourselves. I showed David the drawing I made for Beth. He said he’ll frame and hang the whole series when they’re finished, and I can have as much posh paper as I need. I’m beginning to feel like a real artist!

I’ve been in my Tree cave again but this time, I didn’t hear the voice, which is OK because I feel fine. Now, I go in and sort of meditate and each time I do, I feel stronger and come out with new ideas for drawings. The Tree Lady series is going to be really fantastic – I’ve bought some expensive coloured oil pastels on David’s recommendation – so colour is coming back into my life at last, and the images are becoming quite erotic! Ha! I must be missing it! Maybe I am going to meet someone, though I suppose I will have to wait ’til the next time around for Jacky.

I feel so much better – ready to move on, not physically, because I want to stay here in Cornwall and be a bohemian artist, but in my life, and India’s. I shall be such a good mother for her; she is a lovely kid.

My heart is open again and I am ready for whatever will happen next.

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This is a continuation of The Worlds Hottest sitter, please read it first. All my stories are as accurate as I can recall them. I will not embellish in any way, so I am sorry if some moments are awkward but that’s the way life and love is! This story is my first time, which obviously occurred after I turned 18.

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I lay in bed in a post orgasm glow considering the events that had just transpired. This amazingly hot woman had just given me my first blow job. As inexperienced as I was I knew it was good. Even today I doubt I’ve had better. I slept well after that and woke up early. I left the house for a big day of hanging out with friends, as teenagers do. I was apprehensive about going back to my house. I had never been in this situation before and didn’t know how to handle it. I settled on smiling and nodding as a tactic.

When I came home that night my smile was met with a cheeky smile back. I couldn’t stop looking at her legs. Tanned and long in proportion to her small body. Little green shorts that were probably sprayed on, a white Singlet that hugged her tightly with a sports bra underneath. Her sly looks at me were probably meant to seduce me but instead made me nervous! I was young and inexperienced.

When the young kids were in bed I crept into Tina’s room. She smiled at me from under the covers as she read a book.

“Hello, are you looking for a replay of last night sexy?”

I could only grin.

“Well I think tonight is my night. What do you think?”

I smiled “What did you have in mind?”

I sidled over to her, lying on top of the covers. She pulled me to her passionately tongue kissing me. I groped her breasts until she pushed me away. Tina pulled her shirt off, the sports bra following it a moment later. I lowered my head down and began to lick them all over before nibbling gently around her nipples. Tina’s hips began to thrust as I teased closer to her nipples. I loved being able to tease a lady I considered to be experienced and older. Well she was 28!

“Ok, now it’s my turn.”

With that statement she kicked off the covers and pulled her white panties off. She spread her legs and pulled me toward her pussy. I knew what she wanted. I dived acıbadem escort at her pussy, leading with my tongue! I lapped at it, I explored her folds, I sucked on her clit, I tongue fucked her little hole. The joy I felt at having a hot wet pussy at my disposal was incredible. I slid my fingers into her and gently fucked her as I licked her clit, trying hard to build a rhythm. I am not sure I was doing as good a job as I thought because Tina was able to quite coherently tell me to fuck her. Now!

I had planned for this to happen so I brought a condom with me. I knelt between her legs as I unwrapped it and tried to put it on. I had been taught that girls would want me to war one, but Tina was stroking my cock and raising her hips off the ground as if she wanted me to slip it in unprotected. Surely I was wrong.

I slid forward and lined up her pussy. Tina looked at me with the most lustful expression I had ever received. I sunk straight in to my balls. No having to work it in, or painful stretching. She loved every inch. I had to ask if I was big enough. Isn’t that what happens? Women have to “handle” it? Tina laughed as soon as I asked.

“Its fine darling. It’s the same as ones I’ve had before, but bigger than others. Its how you are going to use it that I care about.”

That did it for me. I wanted to use it the best! Unfortunately I was a teenage virgin, and thrusting into a very hot, very wet vagina that belonged to the most beautiful woman I had ever seen did not conspire to make this a sex session of epic proportions. Tina grabbed my arse and pulled me toward her, putting her feet on the back of my knees so that she could thrust her pussy up at me.

“Squeeze my boobs,” She gasped.

I did so. My balls tightened.

“Squeeze my nipples”

My balls pulled up tight. I realized how full they were, ready to burst.

“Fuck! You are a hot fuck baby”

They spasmed. My cock turned to stone. My arse had a seizure, thrusting like crazy. As my testicles tried to jump out my cock I realized I was coming. Never had I come like this.

“Oh baby, are you coming already?”

I could not reply. My face was numb. dudullu escort On and on it went. My self ministrations had never resulted in this kind of intensity before. What was going on?

As soon as I opened my eyes Tina laughed.

“Enjoy yourself? I thought this was about me tonight?”

“Sorry. I didn’t even feel that coming. It just sorted of came over me. Fuck that was intense!”

Tina giggled, “I’m sure. What am I meant to do?”

I had pulled out and was removing the soaking wet filled condom from my cock. I stayed kneeling between her thighs as I tied a knot in it. Tina’s hand found my cock and began to stroke it. I didn’t realize I was still hard until she commented on it.

“Could you do it again? It’s still hard”

I was instantly nervous.

“I only have one condom.”

Tina laughed at me.

“Don’t you want to feel my pussy? I want to feel your cock. Not with plastic over it.”

I expressed my reservations. Tina thought it was funny. She didn’t criticize me, just giggled as if I was silly. A very serious matter to a young man. Then she rolled over onto her knees, looking back at me. Her aroused, shiny pussy was just beside her pretty face from my perspective. I could make an exception.

I moved between her calves. She arched her back. Her pussy opened. My cock throbbed. I slid it unprotected into her pussy. It was hot. It was wet. I pushed in deep and stayed still once I had reached as deep as I could. Tina moaned and squeezed. I moaned back at the feeling.

“I guess you like that? Fuck you are deep. That’s intense.”

I began to stroke. All the while noting how much of her juice leaked out around my cock. My pubic hair was soaked. My breathing shortened.

“Pull my hair. Not to hard though. Grab all of it”

Was she serious? Why would you want your hair pulled? I did as she asked and started to ride her like a pony. My balls tightened again. This time I was scared though. What happens if I come in her? Best not too I thought.

“Are you going to come? Your breathing is really short?”

“I am tyring not too. You feel so good. Where do you want me to come?”

“Well, bağdat caddesi escort lets put that off until I have come okay? Just think about something else for a minute. Roll on your back and I will do all the work for a while”

I did as she told me.

It was so sexy as she held my dick and lowered her pussy onto me. All my life girls had played coy, like I was a sleaze bag when I smiled at them. Here was this woman enthusiastically humping me. I was in heaven.

“I need to come, okay. Just hold off until I have had an orgasm and then it’s your turn.”

“What if I can’t though? Can we just do it again in a little while?”

Tina had begun to grind down on me. I looked up at her titties, her rippling abs, and her pussy sliding across my pubis.

“No, don’t come in me. I’m not on the pill. You have to pull out okay? Just enjoy it.”

I was really terrified then. I had just come and had no control over it. Why was I doing this? I decided to man up and try to fuck her properly.

Tina was in a world of her own on top of me. She rode back and forth-in ever-increasing sex frenzy. Closer and closer she came to coming. I realized I was in a race. Could I hold off for a longer period than it took for her to come? As she picked up the tempo again I realized that might not happen. As her breathing drew close together my balls tightened.

“I am about to come! Please stop!”

“Just a minute! Hold off! I’m going to come!”

My balls tightened further. I was terrified that I might come. I held off for another minute of two when suddenly Tina began to come. She rode me in a fury, grinding hard.

“Oh fuck I am going to come! Please get off me!”

Tina’s only response was to keep coming. Maybe she started coming again. I thought about that as my balls erupted, my hips bucked again. Tina did not stop, grinding faster and faster on my ejaculating cock. My head smashed back onto the pillow involuntarily.

Tina stopped thrusting eventually, collapsing onto my chest.

“Fuck, I am sorry! I couldn’t help it. You just felt so good. What do we do now?”

I was terrified of what just happened. I did realize as it happened though that this orgasm was bigger and more intense than my first one. Tina laughed as she caught her breath.

“I’m on the pill. I just wanted you to last a bit longer. Don’t worry about it.”

She lied to me! Oh well. I started to move again. I wanted to know what all the hype about sloppy seconds was about. And after all, I could come in her all I wanted…

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Early Seventies. Last of the Summer, just before the Autumn walks all over it. Mid Friday afternoon, storm coming, sky as sullen as my mood. Walking out the last of my high school days, did well in my last exams, just turned eighteen, ought to be as happy as a pig in shit but I’m not.

Want to see Sandra, my tutor. Known her a long time and we click like a copper’s handcuffs, even if she’s forty and a tiny bit, never dared ask. It’s not a working day for her, but I know she’s home, made sure she was. Half an hour’s brisk walk, a kick this and kick that walk, a kick a cripple if I saw one kind of walk.

Nice little white stucco house, green roof, set in off the street, well kept little garden, wonder where she finds the time to keep the roses and the rest with all the work she’s got but somehow she does. Old house, new money, but not newly rich bad taste money; Sandra has too much class for that. If class were perfume, she’d quietly exude it, not reek of it like a whore’s handbag.

For all her class, she’s got an easy way with her. Easy on the eyes and easy to talk to, easier than my mother at the moment. That don’t mean she’s EASY though. Might be Sandra and Calvin between us but that can change in a millisecond. You don’t come the old soldier with her, found that out a long time ago.

Sandra ushers me in, steps back so I can take my sneakers and socks off inside the door, just a thing we have, makes me relax, bare feet on white shag pile carpet, relaxed makes me work harder she says.

As always her vibes say, “Make yourself comfortable, take the edge off.” Not quite a, “Make yourself at home, piss in any corner you’d like,” kind of comfortable mind, but it’ll do, as it always does, and I feel some of my storm dark mood slip away as I enter her study, first room in her house, where she teaches students.

Light straw coloured walls, this room, with a few tasteful rural prints and a handsome old wall clock which, on pain of a few verbal slaps, I’ve learned not to watch, not openly anyway. All fits together nicely, just as her figure does.

I sit myself down door I’ve just come in through side of a large work table three feet wide four long, sit down in a been around black leather swivel chair, adjusted to my size. She’d known I was coming, had set it up beforehand. Never misses a trick, that one. I watch her lithe figure glide to the opposite chair, exact same but set up just that little bit so’s you know who’s boss higher.

Her chair looks out through a bay window into the garden, mine looks inwards, another situation she likes to exploit where she can. One hell of a teacher she is. Must be, to have got ME all the way up to and through my Senior! And my regular teachers? Well, as my old man, whom I’ve not seen since I was six, would have said, and for the most part accurately, “They wouldn’t know if their arseholes were round, punched, bored, or countersunk.”

As usual her white platform soled sandals glide ghostlike over the carpet, supporting five eleven of hourglass figure. Azure blue pantsuit, matching her eyes, white blouse under her jacket. Firm breasts and legs all the way up to her arse. She looks me over as she walks. And she’s single, never been married. Hard to believe, but single she is.

She’s quite a contrast to me, in my clean but rumpled faded blue jeans and brown tee. Hard middle distance runner’s body I’ve got, straight black collar length hair and brown eyes. Same height as she, and for some reason she likes that, and my looks, but to be honest, if I were any more plain looking I’d be as ugly as a robber’s dog. Still, what can’t be cured must be endured, and her vibes say she doesn’t mind at all.

Sits herself down, gives her down to tits length curly golden locks a toss so I can make out her perfect diamond face with its many laugh lines and announces, “Congratulations Calvin, you’ve made it into University, you know that?” Cut glass accent, soft or hard, depending. For now, it’s soft.

I don’t, but my mood is still so sour that all she gets by way of reply is a surly grunt. For a long moment, she says nothing, just lets her eyes look into mine. Not a stare, not a fake geeing up look, just empathy, or what I take for empathy.

“Thought you’d be happy, not just sit there looking like a reg’lar old Jack Nastyface. Want to talk about it?”

Again I don’t, but the vibes are pushing my buttons, telling me nothing’s secret with Sandra, so eventually, bit by bit I get it all out, my troubles at home, the arguments, the nagging I get, and last but not least, that my mother has grounded me for six months.

Same cut glass accent but a touch harder, “Can’t say I’m surprised, with a year’s worth of you coming home late, or not at all, not to mention not doing a damn thing you’re asked, and as for some other things like break ins and shoplifting, well my lad, I’d keep up the running if I were you, might come in handy some day, eh?”

All of which is true, but on my surprised glance, she kurtköy escort adds, “Oh, your Mum and I go back a long way Calvin. Went to the same school, you know that, and we ladies do gossip y’know.” She laughs, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “You got off light. If you were mine, I’d have grounded you for a twelvemonth, and at least the half of that on bread and water. But you’re not mine, and it’s no skin off my nose. Is it?”

“Oh I just thought, what with you and Mum being old friends …”

She cuts me off, not rudely but firmly, “And what would you have me do? Ring Angie and beg her to forgive your many sins? Oh Jaysus and Mary, why don’t I phone the Pope while I’m at it? What’s the number again, VAT 69? No, I’m sorry, but you’ll just have to go home and do your time, won’t you?”

She waits a sickening ten seconds, “Unless I punish you rather than your mother. She agrees with that, provided you consent.”

“What would you do?”

“Cane your arse. Properly. Don’t look so surprised. I went to a convent school, and was a teacher for a few years myself before I became a tutor. I’ve neither forgotten what a caning feels like, nor how to administer one. And I’ve got a spare room that’s perfect for it.”

I must look like someone’s hit the back of my head with a rubber mallet, so she continues, “Don’t worry, I’ll give you some time to think about it, but before you do, I want you to know it’ll be no easy way out. It’ll hurt like hell, and it’s not as if I’ll give you some set number of strokes and that’s it. You’ll get as many as I think you need, enough to break you in fact, and I shall take care to make good practice upon you.”

This last, she explains, was a military euphemism for shooting the stuffing out of something. Or someone, she adds in malicious good humour. She lets me go to the bathroom, on my right, through a doorway then hard right, for a nervous pee, and when I return to my chair she says, offhandedly, “I’ll give you fifteen minutes. I’m going to phone your mother for a bit of old girl’s gasbag anyway, and I’ve the feeling you’ll want to be alone.”

She swiftly stands up, turns about, and walks straight out through a door in the wall away from the work table, heading for what I know is her living room and kitchen area. Thanks very much, Lady lay-all-the-cards-out-on-the-table Sandra.

I do want to be alone, no error, not that being alone makes things any easier. I’m in a cleft stick and I know it. On the one hand if I simply go home, there’ll be yet another blazing row followed by sweet sufferin’ Christ knows how much smouldering nagging afterward; whilst on the other hand I myself have some idea what a caning feels like, having collected a few both ways over my years at school, albeit half-hearted compared to what Sandra might dish out, and it’s that unknown that has me sweating. What makes it worse is she’s never the once hit me in all the years she’s tutored me, she’s always used her eyes, her voice, and her vibes. Oh shit oh dear, oh dear oh SHIT!

Ah bugger it! I can’t take any more rows, much less any more nagging, either one’s worse’n toothache. Of the devil I know and the devil I don’t, it’ll just have to be the one I don’t. I don’t care a squirt o’ rat’s piss if she breaks me. She’ll have the job ahead of her and that’s a fact; running teaches you a thing or two about pain. Or so I think.

Half three on the dot she re-appears and sits down on her side of the table. Punctual as a tax collector. “Your mother’s easy either way, I just checked. Well, what’s it to be, run home to Mummy or my way?” The words come over pointed yet blunt-edged, the way the best bayonets are, just right for making the worst stab wounds.

“Your way.”

“Somehow thought it might be.” Vibes neutral. But the next bit surprises me. “Just go sit in the Hug Chair for a while.” Vibes soothing warm. The Hug Chair being what she calls a tan two seater lounge placed a pace in front of the far wall left of the door to the living room, with the wall clock to the right of the door. It’s far and away the most comfy seat in here, and it’s not often I or anyone else gets to sit on it. I walk over and sit on its right as I face it, as I am expected to. With Sandra everything has to be just so. Just the way she is.

Before I know it she’s standing behind me, hands soft on my shoulders, leaning forward so her hair falls either side of my head. Her hands expertly massage my trapezoids as she says softly, vibes humming warm, “Relax, lean forward, hands on knees, look out into the garden.” Roses blood red, lawn emerald green in the storm gray light. “C’mon, synch your breathing with the massage, you know the drill.”

Indeed I do, it’s an old trick of hers for rewarding me. Not that I get it very often; I can count on my fingers the number of times she’s done it all the time she’s tutored me, but somehow she makes each time feel better than the last. She outdoes herself today, showing such beykoz escort skill as a masseuse I’d swear she could make the most shagged out nag gallop out of a knacker’s yard. What the fuck?

“I’m doing this for three reasons Calvin. Firstly, so you’ll see there’s nothing personal in what’s going to happen. It’s not that you’re bad, it’s that you’re a young man going through a silly stage, a bloody silly stage. Your Mum does the best she can, but she’s not got quite enough steel in her to put a curb bit on you for a while. Oh, and you never heard me say that about your mother, look you. Secondly because I respect your decision, it’s a very brave one.”

She’s sitting beside me on my right before I get the third, along with a breathtaking hug. I catch her perfume. Just a discreet hint of Chanel Number 5, or Yves St Laurent. Never did learn all the different ones. As my face presses chastely into her right shoulder, I feel her hands rubbing in slow circles all over my back as she comes out with it.

“And lastly because, whereas you’ve always known me as nice friendly helpful caring tutor Sandra, you’re about to see another side of me. The icy cold, heartless, uncaring bitch side of me, so enjoy the hug while it lasts!”

It doesn’t last long. It ends in an almighty stinging smack on my backside, along with a curt, “Get up!”

I get up. “Follow me!” said the same way as I’ve read the hangman used to say it, and damn me if it don’t feel the same. Frightening.

Follow her as the long threatening storm breaks. Past the work table and the entrance, past the bathroom I used earlier, and to the end of a short passageway. Short walk following her marching pace, a short walk I’d normally enjoy allowing my eyes to drink in the ups and downs of her Rock of Ages beam ends that I scarcely notice now, such is my anxiety.

The well known refrain rings mockingly inside my skull for a split second before she turns left to open a door. “Rock of Ages, CLEFT for me, let me hide myself in thee!” Aye me, so this is what you get for taking the mickey out of hymns, eh?

Door opens. Inwards, as she stands on the right of it. “Get inside!” In a tone usually reserved for misbehaving dogs. No more shag carpet, wood parquet floor. “Stop there!”

Door closes, light comes on. Just enough time to see it’s a medium sized room, pastel shade walls, double bed with matching coverlet left of centre back wall, hard up against that wall, three seater sofa hard up against the end of the bed. Door to the right of the bed, between it and a huge built in closet, right wall. Sofa’s back four inches higher than the bed. No windows.

She moves so she faces me. Vibes low now, so low it’s freezing in here, Summer or no Summer. And that’s when real fear starts. Her hands grip my shoulders. Not the masseuse’s fingers I know. More like some undead creature’s talons. And the voice, somehow so different from any I’ve ever heard her use.

“Look into my eyes and listen! From now until this is over, you will do exactly what I tell you when I tell you.You will not speak to me unless I put a question to you. And you will address me as Miss Van Lewin. Do you understand?”

The devil looks out of her eyes, not the hot and wild devil beloved of cartoonists, the one you only laugh at, but Dante’s frozen devil, the one that lives in the lowest circle of hell. The one that REALLY scares you because it doesn’t even have to TRY to scare you.

“Yes Miss Van Lewin”.

“Strip. Take all your clothes off, leave them on the floor. Except for your underpants. NOW!”

She stands there while I do it. Never moves, not a fraction of an inch. Just stands there looking me over like she’s working out what sum to bid at a slave market, all the while emitting vibes of a kind that keep a constant flow of ice water pouring over me. Transformation complete, every word in it etched into my mind.

ICY COLD HEARTLESS UNCARING BITCH.

“Walk over to the sofa. Kneel in the middle of the sofa, facing the bed. Put your hands either side of you palms down on the back of the sofa and lean forward slightly.”

She slinks up behind me. I feel her hands either side of my hips. Her thumbs hook into the waist band of my black Y fronts and she jerks them down to my knees. I turn my head. Her right hand strikes like a snake, twists my right ear. Painfully.

“Face front! Spread your legs out, as far as your Y fronts will allow. And cut out your bloody bashful virgin act, it doesn’t impress me!” This when I fidget as her hands relentlessly part and squeeze my buttocks, impassively gauging fat score and muscle tone.

She walks off, goes over to the closet, takes off her jacket so as to have the better use of her arms, hangs her jacket up, bustles around getting some things together.

She comes back, three pillows tucked between her left arm and side and a straight three feet long three eighths of an inch thick rattan cane in her right hand. Pauses üsküdar escort at the front of the bed, lays down the cane, casually flicks one pillow out so it lands middle of the bed, picks up the cane again, moves behind me with it and the remainder of the pillows. I daren’t move. Not that my obedience gets a scintilla of sympathy out of her.

Lays the cane down beside me on the sofa to my right, then moves behind me, doing everything at a carefully measured pace, to build up the tension, no doubt. She’d make a bloody good actress come to think, I’d pay good money to see her on the stage. Except this isn’t an act. Can’t think what it is, and that’s scary too.

Sets up the two pillows in front of me so they’re hard up between my lower belly/groin and the back of the sofa. My crown jewels now protected, with some assistance from me on her carefully worded commands, she makes one final inspection, the hangman’s last look you might say. She steps back, picks up the cane with her right hand, then moves so she’s behind me and to my left.

“Lean all the way forward, put your face in the other pillow and hold onto either side of it. Tightly.” All this between experimental swishes of the cane. Leaving me, as intended, vulnerable, exposed, waiting in silence.

“Perfect! I do like to do any job proper Christian RIGHT, first time, and with this one that’s all the more important, because this is a ritual, Calvin, a ritual with an opening, a body, and a conclusion.”

Oh thanks, so that’s what it is, I’d never have guessed that.

“The opening is all about turning you into an object. That’s all you are to me now, see, just an object for me to hit. One last thing. Don’t even think about pleading for me to stop, or whining to me about how much it hurts. You do either one and you’ll soon find you’ve mistaken me for someone who could give a fuck.”

That’s the first time I’ve ever heard her swear, but it’s not the use of the word that shocks me, its the way she uses it.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes Miss Van Lewin.”

“Good, then on to the scientific application of PAIN.”

On a scale of one to ten, no caning I’ve ever had so far has exceeded six, and as a runner I’ve learned to ride them out, just taking care not to laugh, but this one STARTS at seven!

SWISH CRACK!!!!! followed by a thump and thousands of angry wasps stinging my arse an instant later, then a deep BURN such as I’ve never felt in my life. She uses sets of three, with precise pauses in between and a longer pause between sets.

It’s all the more agonizing because she is a master at reading body language and using that info to set just the right tempo she wants. So that just as the burn from the last one is fading ever so slightly, another one crashes in, every one delivered in a good and workmanlike fashion. There’s hardly a carpenter I’ve ever seen who could have nailed off a floor by hand as methodically.

Each is almost a pistol shot loud, and a million flash bulbs go off inside my head, every time. I can’t yell even if I want to, because it’s all I can do to keep breathing. The blows knock the breath out of me. This is no middle distance run, this is a marathon.

Then from somewhere I hear someone moaning, in between tears. Just as I realize that someone’s ME, an almost disembodied voice says firmly, “Six more and that’s it”. The cane balances on my quivering backside. “Keep STILL! These will really hurt!”

SWISH CRACK!!!! SWISH CRACK!!!! SWISH CRACK!!! SWISH CRACK!!!! SWISH CRACK!!!! SWISH CRACK!!!!!!!

Hurt? Jesus fornicatin’ CHRIST they hurt! They slam home in a blur, a red ROAR of pain that leaves me gasping, almost uncertain where I am, nothing but a crying, moaning, broken wreck. Vaguely I can make out footsteps and the closet door opening again. It shuts. More footsteps.

Then she’s sitting on the bed, softly stroking my hair and my neck. “It’s over, it’s over, it’s OVER”

“Arghh! You sadistic bitch!”

She isn’t the least put out by the unusual salutation. She simply pulls the pillow out from under my face, pushes it to my left, gently puts her hands under my chin and lifts my head up so I can see her eyes again. Her face crinkles with amusement, and the vibes are warm again. She mulls my words over.

“Bitch? H’mm, fair enough. But did I not warn you I’d turn into a bitch? And have you ever known me waste my breath on idle threats? Sadistic? Noooo. I TOLD you it would hurt, I just didn’t say how much. And how much, that’s a wee bit subjective, isn’t it? It’s you inside that skin of yours, not I. Besides which, you’ve done your level best to earn this over the last year, and now you’ve got it, I don’t see where you have any cause for complaint. Next time, be more careful what you wish for, eh?”

‘Yes Miss Van Lewin” I can only just get that out between choked back groans.

More hair and neck stroking. “Sandra”.

“Is it really over?”

“Yes, unless you’d like me to bring the cane back so you can kiss the bloody thing!”

“UGH! Why would I want to do that?”

“Oh, if I were a religious person, a reg’lar church crawlin’ mongrel that is, I’d MAKE you kiss it. That’s biblical, I’d have you know! Then I’d make you get dressed and walk home, in the pissing down rain and all.”

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Recap of The Sexual Awakening of Virtuous Chapter 1: My name is Virtuous, and I had just met this incredibly gorgeous guy in a parking lot, his name was Antonio. He asked me out, and, I apprehensively agreed. I rushed home and called my best friend Liz, who came over and helped me get ready for my first date in forever. Antonio and I went out and had a great time. Such a great time in fact, that we went back to my place and had sex. Now, as my name implies, yes, I was a virgin at the time. But this guy made me feel so special, so comfortable around him, that I gave in to my urges. We spent the rest of the night exploring and enjoying each other bodies.

I awake to the smell of breakfast coming from the kitchen. The man can cook too. Well, he is definitely a keeper. I roll over in bed, stretch my aching muscles, pick up the phone and call Liz.

“Liz, Liz, I did it, oh my god, I did it!”

“You did what honey, it’s 5:00 in the morning. You could have cured cancer, and I really couldn’t give a shit, I’m trying to sleep.”

“Liz, come on, get serious. I did IT! Virtuous is a virgin no more! Can you believe it!”

“What did you say?”

“I’m not a virgin anymore. I am a full fledged woman now. I slept with Antonio. It was so incredible. I’m so stupid waiting so long to do this.”

“Is he still there?”

“Yea, he’s in the kitchen cooking me breakfast, why?”

“Look, tell him thanks for the breakfast, but you have something to do early this morning, tell him to leave, alright. I’m coming over right now.”

“Liz, I am not kicking out the man of my dreams, I……”

“Just do it! Right now! I’m coming over!”

“Jeez, alright, stop yelling, I’ll ask him to leave. But if he never comes back, I have every right to kill you.”

Now that was strange. I have never heard Liz sound like that before. She’s got me freaking out. So, I go to the kitchen and explain to Antonio that one of my friends is having a crisis, and if he could leave us alone for a few hours. He agrees, gets dressed, and leaves, saying he will be back later that evening.

20 minutes later, Liz is banging on my front door like a maniac. I rush out of the shower, wrapped in just a towel, soaking wet, and run to the door, thinking she must really need some help. As I’m opening the door, she barges in, looks around the entire house to make sure it is just the two of us, then göztepe escort sits on the couch, with her head in her hands.

“Liz, what’s wrong, first you yell at me on the phone, and then you go through my house like a CSI investigator, what is going on!”

“Virt, I did something too, something really bad, and I’m so afraid to tell you.”

“Girl, we’ve been friends way too long to have any secrets between us. Tell me, it can’t be that bad, whatever it is, we can work it out.”

“Virt”, she says with tears in her eyes, “I know Antonio.”

“Yea, I know, I told you all about him, you saw us go out last night….”

“No Virt, that’s not what I mean. I KNOW Antonio, as in intimately know. He’s one of my ex’s.”

“Huh?!”

“I met him at some party years ago. We dated for a few months, but decided to just be, well, friends with benefits, you know, fuck buddies. We lost track of each other about a year and a half ago. Last week, we ran into each other at the same parking lot where you met him. We starting talking again and he told me that he was a little down and out money wise, and he was wondering if I knew where he could make some quick cash.”

“Uh-huh.” I start to notice that she is slowly moving farther and farther away from me. She’s gone from sitting on my couch to standing near my fireplace on the other side of the room.

“Well, I knew that you never go out, never have any dates, and just have no fun at all. It’s always work, work, work with you. So, since I had saved up a little cash for a new car, I decided to use that money to make you happy.”

“Go on.”

“I…I….I told Antonio that I had this friend that just needed someone to take her out, show her a good time. Just dinner, maybe a movie, that’s all. So, I told him he would get $3000 if he just bumped into you in that parking lot, ask you out, have dinner, that’s it. Nothing else was supposed to happen, I swear. I never thought that it would go this far.”

“YOU DID WHAT!!!!!”

Those were the only words that I could say, over and over again. I can’t believe what my best friend just admitted to doing. We’ve been just like sisters since first grade. How dare she pimp me out like this! Did she think I was totally incapable of meeting someone on my own, in my own due time!

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!”

“Virt, I am so sorry,” she is bostancı escort crying so much she is trembling uncontrollably. “This was not supposed to happen, I am so, so, so, so sorry.”

“GET OUT! Don’t ever call me again, don’t come to my house ever again, forget that you even know me. I knew that you were a stupid bitch, but this takes the cake!”

She finally leaves, after begging and pleading for over an hour for me to forgive her. How can I forgive something like this? I gave up the most precious part of me to some guy for $3000. Is that all that I’m worth.

For weeks, I just sit at home in an extreme fit of depression. I take a leave of absence from work, gave them some lame excuse about a family issue I had to deal with. Of course, Liz is constantly calling me, and Antonio has yet to call. All I do is eat, sleep, and watch TV, which is where my idea came from.

You see, I saw this program about an interesting group of people that like to partake in motorcycle activities. Something about Harley Davidson, or something similar. Well, I remembered that Liz is a motorcycle fanatic. So, I decided to call her up, tell her that I forgive her, and invite her to some huge rally that was going on in Sturgis. You could imagine my surprise when Antonio picked up the phone at Liz’s place. It seems that the 2 of them are back together. Go figure. Well, not only do I tell her that all is forgiven and forgotten, but I also let him know that there are no hard feelings, and he is forgiven to, and if he wants to join us on the trip, I would not mind. The more the merrier.

So, the three of us make that trip to the motorcycle rally. And it is quite the scene when we get there. Women wearing leather thongs and practically nothing else. Oil wrestling, and every type of guy you could think of, from the extremely rich to the dirt poor. Liz and Antonio find a bar to hang out at, and I decide to do some exploration of my own. You see, I’m on a mission, and I have to find just the right group of guys to help me out. After about 2 hours, I find what I was looking for, and head back to find my two “best friends”.

I tell the two of them that I met a great group of guys that will let us stay at their camp tonight, and that we could also enjoy their entertainment. They hired some strippers to perform for them, and from what I understand, they do more than tuzla escort just strip. Antonio is all for it, of course, and he talks Liz into it as well.

We head to the camp, and as we arrive, we hear all the men cheering and clapping, “Here they come!!!” Antonio and Liz turn around to see who is coming, and there is no one behind them, no one in front of them. I walk over to the leader of the campsite and let him know that the strippers have arrived. Five or six of the bikers grab the couple and put them in the center of campsite. We hear music start to play in the background, the kind of music you hear in the porno movies, really cheesy. One guy yells “Take it off bitch!” Another guy yells “Drop your pants sweety, we want to see that big cock of yours!” Liz looks over at me at the exact same time that the campsite leader is giving me $3000 for supplying the entertainment.

She finally realizes what this is all about. “Virt, you bitch, you set us up!” Tears stream from her eyes and a look of total fear is on her face. She sold for me for three grand, and I just sold her for three grand, and I threw in Antonio for free. And now, the fun begins.

Three of the guys grab Liz and throw her to the ground. They rip off all her clothes until she is lying in the dirt completely naked. 2 guys go after Antonio and do the same to him. The entire group of guys takes off their clothes and head toward the center of the circle. Antonio gets a cock stuffed down his throat, and is being face fucked by this older burly guy, while another shoves his enormous cock up Antonio’s virgin ass. Even with that dick in his mouth, you can still hear him scream in pain while being fucked in the ass.

Liz is being fucked rough by five guys, one in her pussy, a bigger dick in her ass, one fucking her throat, and one in each hand, jerking those guys off. When one of the guys pulls out of her ass, Antonio is forced to replace him, while another guy fucks him. It’s starting to look like a conga line.

The fucking and sucking go on all night. Antonio, at one point, had 2 dicks in his ass at the same time while being throat fucked by a guy that was hung like a horse. Liz not only gets double penetrated in her ass as well, but somehow, someway, gets triple penetrated in her pussy. I wouldn’t believed it myself, but I got every juicy, painful, embarrassing, humiliating moment caught on tape.

Got to admit, that was some night. I got $3000, I saw my ex-best friend and her asshole of a boyfriend get gang fucked, and I now have a videotape of the whole thing that I just sold to a very big porno company for some major, major cash.

AAHHH! Revenge can be so sweet sometimes.

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We were announced that the anniversary party of our company was due in 2 months. The announcement was made about the 2nd week after our vacation. All the employees were excited about it as everyone knew that the party would be held in grand scale. Usually, everyone attended the party with their partners, so I didn’t attend the previous year’s party as I couldn’t find a date for it. But this time the story was different. I was looking forward to go to the party with Melinda.

She looked concerned when I revealed the news about the party. She sent Sara to her room as she had finished the dinner and turned to me, “Honey, I’m so glad that you want to take me to your party. But don’t you remember what I told you before we started everything? What if there is someone who knows me as Maria? You’ll be humiliated in front of everyone and I won’t be able to bear it. So, I think it’s better for you to go alone for it rather than getting humiliated.”

I pulled my chair close to her and held her hands. “Sweetie, I know about you and I don’t care what the others say. Let them go to hell with it. So, either we go to the party together or I won’t be attending the party at all. Are we clear?”

“Oh Shaun please understand me baby. I’m not telling you to go alone because I don’t love you. I love you and care about you so much. I know it is so important to you to attend this event. So please go to it alone,” Said Melinda.

I wasn’t going to give up that easily. I had to think about a better way to persuade her to go to the party. So we ended the conversation for the day.

I thought about it for the next few days. But nothing came up to my mind. About a week later, Clair, one of my co-workers came to the office. But she looked different and I couldn’t identify her at first. She had dyed her black hair to blonde. Then it dawned to me that if I can get Melinda’s hair dyed and use a different colored contact lens, she would look different too. I went home that evening and told Melinda about it. “You don’t give up easily. Do you?” She laughed.

“Never. Especially when it is about you,” I said and kissed her. We discussed about it and after much consideration she agreed to dye her hair in blonde and use blue color contact lenses.

Days turned into weeks and the party day arrived. Melinda was passing the 7th month of the pregnancy. So we were careful when choosing a dye for her. She looked completely different after dying and using the contact lenses. Even Sara couldn’t identify her mom.

I had another plan in my mind. I wanted to propose her to marry me. I wanted to make it special and there won’t be many better places than the office party with most of my work colleagues. So I bought a gold ring with a small diamond and kept it in the pocket of my jacket.

Melinda looked really classy and stunning on when she got dressed for the party. I wore a tuxedo and she was wearing a red color long V-neck dress. We called a baby sitter to look after Sara while we were at the party.

I was so excited to go to the party as I had never attended it. Also it’d be the first time my co-workers were going to meet Melinda. She too was excited to meet my co-workers and also quite nervous.

Even at the hotel, she was holding my hand tightly when we were entering the hall. “I’ve never attended to a party like this,” She whispered.

“Don’t worry. You’re going to turn so many heads in your first party,” I replied.

“I’m pregnant and fat. No one will look at me,” She said.

“See that for yourself,” I said and entered the hall.

Most of my co-workers had attended before us and they were chatting with each other. My best friend Nathan was the first one to notice us. He came to us with his girlfriend. “I thought you might not be attending the party this time too,” He said and turned to Melinda. “You must be Melinda, Shaun’s girlfriend whom he can’t stop talking about.” She blushed after hearing that.

We talked with several of my friends and then I met my boss. Melinda looked shocked as she saw my boss. “Jason please, I can’t meet him.” She pleaded.

I knew the reason why she refused to meet him. But I reassured her, “C’mon babe, don’t be nervous. I’m sure no one will recognize you. How can anyone recognize you when even I can’t recognize you.”

Finally, she had to come with me to meet the boss. Luckily, he couldn’t recognize her as she had changed her hair color and contact lenses.

Then the band started to perform. Some couples joined the dance floor. Melinda refused to dance as she was feeling tired even after doing a very little work. So she started to chat with some of my female co-workers while I went to the bar to have a beer. I saw Matt, one of my junior staff members sitting with the ladies and he was paying some attention towards Melinda. She too was talking with him in a friendly manner. It looked like she was rejecting an mut escort offer from him.

I quickly went to the band and asked them to play a slow romantic song next and then have a little pause before starting the one after that.

I went to Melinda and kissed her head. “Hey babe, what’s going on?” I asked not caring about Matt being there.

“Matt asked me to dance with him. But I refused,” She said.

“But you have to dance with me this time. I promise you, it won’t be long and you won’t feel any discomfort,” I asked as I wanted to propose her at the end of a song, in front of everybody.

Melinda slowly got up as the band started the slow romantic number I asked. We joined the dance floor and swayed to the music as she couldn’t do anything more with her belly. We were looking into each other’s eyes with so much love as the song was being played.

I went down on one knee as the song was finished and took the box out of my pocket. “What are you doing?” She was confused.

“I’ve wanted to ask this from you for a long time. But I was waiting for the right time and now I know the time is always right with the right person.” I was looking straight at her eyes and she looked absolutely shocked. “Melinda Jones, will you make me the happiest man on earth?” I asked and opened the box letting her see the Diamond ring inside. She was covering her mouth with both of her hands and tears of joy were running down her pretty cheeks.

She shook her head in affirmation and “Yes, yes, yes,” was all she could tell. Then I took her left hand and carefully put the ring around her ring finger. I heard a loud round of applause and I could see everyone looking at us and applauding. Both of us blushed after seeing the reaction of my co-workers. I got up from my position and kissed my fiancée for a long time.

Then my friends gathered around us and wished us good luck. We thanked them all and I escorted Melinda to a seat. She sat on the chair and she looked happier than ever. It looked like she was glowing from happiness. I sat next to her and held her hand. She looked at me. “I… I.. I never thought a moment like this would happen to me.” She was speechless.

“Shh… Babe, just enjoy the moment,” I said and kissed her again. This time it was more passionate and sensual than before. My tongue roamed in her mouth for a very short time and I felt my cock getting harder by each passing second.

“Fuck, Melinda I need you. Let’s go home,” I suggested. I would’ve fucked her at a wash room or the car park if she wasn’t pregnant. But, I wasn’t going to make my pregnant fiancée tired by taking her in such an uncomfortable place.

“What about the party? Don’t you want to stay till the end?” She asked.

“Fuck the party. I want you more than anything now,” I said and got up.

I just said “good night” to some of my colleagues and to my boss and told them that Melinda was feeling uncomfortable when they asked about us leaving early.

Melinda was rubbing my hard on gently all the way to our home. I thought I was going to cum in my pants. But she knew exactly how to keep me on the edge without taking me to the climax. It was very hard to focus on the road while my sexy fiancée was rubbing my cock over my clothes. Somehow I managed to drive the car home without facing any accident.

I swept her feet off the ground in the elevator and carried her to our apartment without listening to her protests. Melinda had to open the door with her key as I couldn’t open it. Sara had gone to sleep as it was quite late. We paid the baby sitter and I carried Melinda to our bedroom as soon as the babysitter left.

“Baby wait, I want to check on Sara before anything,” Melinda said.

Both of us went to her room. Sara was sleeping peacefully under the covers. Melinda kissed her forehead and whispered, “Good night baby girl. Mommy loves you so much.”

I also rubbed her head, “Good night little angel.”

I carried Melinda to the bedroom and laid her at the center of our queen sized bed very carefully. I removed my jacket and she said, “Don’t. Please let me do it.”

I removed my shoes with the pair of socks and knelt on the bed as she too knelt on it with my support. First she removed the bow tie. Then she unbuttoned my shirt one by one teasingly. I was looking at her. She saw it, but only smiled at me. “Fuck, this woman was going to tease me until I lose control,” I thought.

I bent my head down and kissed the side of her neck making her moan. “Aaahhh…” I kept kissing her neck and shoulders. She tried to pull away, but I held her in position and continued my loving assault on her.

She finished unbuttoning me and I got rid of my shirt. Then she unbuckled my belt and in no time my pants came off leaving me only in my boxers. “You look more handsome than ever,” She whispered.

I slipped her dress from her shoulders. With a single swift motion, the dress was on the bed reveling her ripe breasts. I was so turned on at that moment. I quickly got rid nazilli escort of my boxers too and pulled down her panties. “I want to fuck you right now,” I whispered.

She smiled naughtily and got on her hands and knees showing her wonderful ass to me. I placed some pillows under her belly to ease the discomfort to her belly. I positioned myself behind her and aimed my cock at her pussy. I rubbed the cock head along her slit making her hornier and beg for my cock. “Shaun please, give me your cock baby. I can’t take your torture anymore,” Melinda was begging.

I pushed my cock as it was at the hole and it went in with ease because of all the lubrication her pussy was secreting. Also it wasn’t tight as it was before the pregnancy. But I enjoyed the warmth of her love channel like before. Pregnant sex is something you won’t get often and also unique. Some people don’t get to experience it at least once in their life and some don’t like it. But for me, it’s a heavenly experience with her belly getting swelled as our baby grew inside her and her tits getting larger getting ready to feed our baby.

“Aaahh…” Both of us moaned in unison as I bottomed out in one swift motion. I bent down and hugged her body cupping her large tits with my palms. “Fuck me hard my love. Fuck your pregnant fiancée really hard,” She said.

The words ‘pregnant’ and ‘fiancée’ really turned me on. I quickly kidded her shoulder and pulled out my hard member readying to give her the hard fuck she needed. I grabbed her hips with my hands and thrust my cock in quite hard, but not as hard as we had done before the pregnancy as I wanted to make sure that I didn’t cause any harm to our baby.

I started to pound her hard with that stroke. Melinda too started to moan with my trusts. It was so erotic to see the pregnant lady moaning while I pounded her from behind. Her tits were swaying to the rhythm of my strokes. “Yes yes yes baby, fuck me hard and make me cum. I want to every last inch of that hard cock of yours,” She moaned.

“You know you will sweetie. My cock is always hard for my girl.”

I kept fucking Melinda hard as she wanted it. She always knew that I couldn’t resist her and I’d somehow give her what she wanted.

I squeezed her fleshy buttocks and man, didn’t it feel good. It was like her soft flesh melted in my hands. “Fuck babe, your body is divine,” I said loud.

“My man is more than divine to me. Now shut up and make me cum,” It was like she was badly in need for a powerful orgasm.

An orgasm was building up inside me as I fucked her hard. “You better cum babe. I don’t think I’ll be able to hold on for much longer,” I warned Melinda.

“Don’t you dare cum before me, stud,” She said and began to rub her clit furiously in an attempt to cum before me. “Oh my god, oh my god,” She was moaning like in a frenzy.

I knew she was going to cum soon as her pussy was contracting around my cock. Her moans were also getting louder and louder as both of us approached our orgasms.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum all over your big cock. Make me cum, make me cum.”

I was trying so hard not to cum before her. Her body stiffened and let out a loud shriek. “I’m cummmiiiinnnggggggggggg…” She gripped the blanket and buried her face in the pillow. Her pussy gripped my cock like a vise pulling me closer to my orgasm.

She was flying in her orgasm for a long time and I kept driving my cock into her all the while. I felt cum rising from my balls. “I’m going to cum babe. Where do you want it?”

She had recovered from her mammoth orgasm. “Cum in my mouth,” She said.

I quickly pulled out and positioned myself in front of her. She quickly put my cock in her mouth. She slowly bobbed her head along my shaft while occasionally swirling her tongue around the top. “Cum for me my darling. I want every last drop of it,” She said while jerking off my cock.

“Yes baby yes. I’m cumming in your mouth. Oh shit… Aaahhhh…” My cock began to spurt ropes of thick semen inside her warm mouth. Melinda sealed her lips around it making sure nothing escaped from her mouth. I was in heaven. I lost the track of time while I was enjoying my orgasm. Melinda vacuumed my cock until she got the last drop.

Finally she planted a kiss on cock head. “Your cum is so tasty as ever,” She licked her lips.

I ran my fingers through her blonde hair. “You’re the best in everything as always,” I said making her cheeks blush.

I pulled the pillows from under her belly and arranged again for her to lay her head. She laid there and I laid by her side propped on my elbows. My eyes were transfixed on her sexy body. Her cute face, her large breasts topped with dark areolas and nipple, belly swelled with our baby inside, hairy pussy, chubby thighs and arms, fleshy buttocks, delicate fingers, in short she was everything I looked for in a woman.

“Please don’t look at me like that. I feel so shy,” She covered her face with her hands.

I came out of my trance and moved her hands nilüfer escort away from her face. “You’re so beautiful, my love. I’m addicted to you.”

I kissed her forehead and then showered kisses all over her face while holding her close to me. I kissed her lips and we were exchanging soft kisses for a long time, gently whispering our love to each other.

“Will you love me like this forever?” She asked looking at my face.

“Yes babe. I’m going to love you like this until I die. I can’t imagine a life without you,” I said and hugged her. We stayed like that until she drifted to sleep. Then I pulled the covers over us and shortly, I too fell asleep.

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Next few weeks were quite busy for me with my job and she was more than happy to do most of her work by herself. But I found time to arrange the extra room in my apartment for the baby. It looked so beautiful after all the hard work by me and specially Melinda. We decided not to have sex during her last month. She was the one who suggested and I was happy to comply.

But we only refrained from vaginal sex. She gave me hand jobs and wonderful blowjobs. During that time her oral skills were improved by a considerable amount. Then we did tit fucking, tit sucking and another naughty idea came to my mind. I started to lick her armpits and I fucked her fleshy armpits. That was a novel experience for both of us and we were loving it. Sometimes I came on her armpit and I licked them for her. Then I show her my tongue for her to suck off the remaining cum.

Melinda gave birth to a beautiful girl in the following month. Sara was so happy that she has a little sister to look after. We named the baby as ‘Emma’.

The following weeks were quite busy for me, not with my office work, but with paternal works. I had to take some leaves from work to do the household stuff as Melinda wasn’t able to do them by herself as soon as the baby was delivered. We even refrained from having sex until 6 weeks from delivery according to the doctor’s advice.

We decided to visit my parents’ home since I hadn’t visited them since I started the relationship with Melinda. She was little scared to meet them, but I assured that they’d love to meet her. So, I called them over the telephone and checked whether they were at home on the following day. They knew about Melinda and they weren’t initially happy about me dating a single mother. I had told them that she was a waitress at a local hotel. But I didn’t know how they’d react when they meet her. Also I had planned to have our first post-delivery sex at my parents’ home.

It was about 300km to my parents’ home from my apartment. So we started the journey on a Thursday morning as it was holidays for Sara. She was really happy as she really liked to travel and she was excited to see her grandparents.

We reached there in the afternoon. I held Sara’s hand as we entered the house and Melinda followed us with little Emma in her hand. Mom was in the living room and she came forward with a bright smile on her face. My dad too emerged from a room and came to us. Mom hugged me first and then she went to Melinda. Her reaction was something I never expected. She hugged Melinda and she took the baby to her hand. She showed the baby to my dad and both of them looked so happy to see their grandchild. Mom gave the baby back to Melinda and knelt in front of Sara. Sara smiled, “Hello grandma,” she said in a shy voice. Mom touched her face and said, “Hello Sara, how are you doing?”

She smiled shyly. Then we got freshened up and had a little chat with my parents. We were careful not to mention anything about Melinda’s old life. But she said everything about her ex-husband and made up a story about how we met at the hotel she worked.

The day went on with little chit chats. Both Melinda Sara became friendly with my mom and dad. We were going to call it an early night as Sara looked tired from the long journey. Emma was also asleep as we went to our room saying good night to my parents. My parents decided to keep Sara with them as there wasn’t enough space for 3 in our room. Sara also agreed to that. Melinda placed Emma in the crib and I decided that it was the time for our first love making in more than 2 months.

I went behind her and wrapped my arms around her belly. I kissed the nape of her neck. “It’s been six weeks,” I whispered.

“Since what?” She asked.

“Since the delivery,” I said. “So?” She asked.

“So, it’s time for us to make love again and to add to that, I need you so badly,” I said.

Melinda turned to me, “Baby, I need you to make love to me too. But we are in your parents’ home.”

“It’s okay sweetie. They’ll be okay with that. Besides what does a couple supposed to do at night?”

“Okay then,” She said shyly.

I kissed her soft lips and she took no time in returning it. Melinda wrapped her legs around mine as I grabbed her ass and picked her up. She had gotten some pounds after the pregnancy, but somehow I managed to carry her to the bed. We didn’t break the kiss until she was on the bed. I got rid of my t shirt as soon as I placed her on our bed. She too removed her top exposing her breast covered with just a feeding bra. She was a bit fatter than she was before the pregnancy. “I’m fatter now, aren’t I?” She asked me.

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I’d known I wanted to have sex since I was 12. However, with me the gap between wanting and doing was about as wide as any adolescent could make it. Even through college my sole sexual experience was with my left hand. There were no girls at the men’s college I went to, and at the mixers I never got much more than a sweet kiss. After graduation I got a job in New York City and was really on my own, with an apartment and some money, I decided that I had to start living.

I took an evening assertiveness training class and learned one major truth: it is easy to get where you want if you ask.

Harriet and I worked in the same ad agency, me in graphics, she in creative. While we weren’t on the same end of the floor, we met occasionally in the lunch room. A couple of times we stood in line at the microwave and exchanged small talk.

At the weekly accounts meeting, my boss said he was shifting me to a message campaign.

“The account needs quick response, and that’s your strength,” he said. “It’s going to be an evolving campaign, so you and the creative team will have to work quickly when the time comes. There’s already a creative team in place. I want you to make this campaign sing!” He always talked that way but he was serious.

Harriet was the head of the creative team. She outlined the problem.

“The client wants subway ads, but what she needs is a print campaign. The budget is the same but media buying gets us more eyeballs for a lot less money in the free weeklies than in the subways, because they deliver the target more efficiently. So we can spend some of the budget on a rough-and-tumble PR person.”

It took her almost two weeks to convince the client, but she came around. The PR guy got the client the free press that set up the print ads, and we had a winner.

The night we finished the last ad, everybody crashed and went home, except Harriet and me.

“Man, that was rough,” she said. “Let’s relax tonight. I’ll buy dinner and you can do the movie.” She knew that I was new to the city while she was a native. Since she had worked at the agency for three years to my eight months, she also knew I made less money. I was grateful, both for the attention and for the split.

The conversation at dinner wandered from business to my newness in New York. By the end of the meal she had volunteered to show me around the “real” New York, the neighborhoods, the jazz clubs, and the little theaters.

The next two Saturdays she wore me out going from museums to galleries to theatres. I learned the difference between the East Village and the West Village, the East Side and the West Side. She always made a point of ending the day with my buying us dinner at a small, inexpensive ethnic restaurant.

On the third Saturday we ended up in a Greek restaurant in her neighborhood. As we got up to leave, I asked her if I could go to her apartment. A soft expression came over her face and she said, “You’re a nice guy and if I weren’t gay I’d like to have a relationship with you.”

I was stunned, both by her directness and by the concept of a woman homosexual, which was not something I’d even ever thought about.

“But we’ll go there and talk.”

She had a nice two-bedroom place in an expensive building. Plied by drambuie and kind but persistent probing, I unburdened myself about my life, a conversation I’d never had outside the walls of my head. Before long I was telling her everything about my not-so-interesting past and my yearning to start living, including having a relationship, love, melikgazi escort and sex.

I finished up in a flourish.

“Since you like women,” I said, “will you to teach me about how to attract and please a woman?”

“That’s so sweet, but how I attract a woman and how a man attracts a woman are two very different things.

“But I like the idea of being your cicerone. It would be a real challenge. So many men are pigs about how they approach and treat women, gay or straight.

“How can I help?” she mused, out loud but to herself. She straightened herself on the couch and leaned back.

“My personal history may get in the way. When I was in college, I struggled about whether I was gay or not, I had sex with two guys. There was the thrill of the chase and the giving in, but ultimately I didn’t find it fulfilling. Only with another woman have I really begin to know my body and find enjoyment in pleasuring and being pleasured.”

“Look,” I said, “consider me an act of charity if you want to, but I’ve got nowhere else to turn. I’ve gone to bars, attended college alumni mixers, wandered through the big museums looking like I cared. I appear needy, and I am, but I don’t know what to do.” This was the boldest I’d ever been.

“Let me think about it. Pencil me in for your place on Saturday after lunch. I’ll let you know by Wednesday if I think I can do it.”

She arrived around 2, armed with a shopping bag. She explained that she had thought a lot about what I needed to know and how she was going to teach me.

“Let’s get started. Take off your clothes.”

While this was the opening scene of one of my fantasies, it quickly dissolved as she made it clear that I was the only one getting naked. I stripped and she looked intently at me, walking in a circle around me.

“You don’t take very good care of your presentation,” she said. “You have a nice enough body but your pubic hair is overgrown, your pits are raggedy, and you need to keep your beard and head trimmed better. Also, change your underarm deodorant.”

She took a bedsheet out of her bag, spread it on my bed, and brought out a pair of barber scissors and a comb.

“Lay down,” she commanded. Harriet then proceeded to correct all the hair imperfections she had noticed. I got an erection, which she completely ignored, and it went away.

As she barbered me, she kept up a running commentary, telling me that a woman makes decisions about her companion from the beginning.

“No one’s perfect, except in our ads, right? And we know how much trouble we go to airbrush out any imperfection. Your responsibility is to take advantage of what you have and package it in the most appealing way you can.

“Okay, now get dressed.”

She checked out my closet and dismissed most everything in it except for my jeans.

“I’ve made a list of important characteristics and rated you honestly. Your conversational skills are good. Your posture is excellent. Your manners are excellent. Your work habits are good, though you keep a messy desk. But your self-confidence is weak.

“You can’t have self-confidence if you don’t have experience. From what you told me the other night, you have little experience with women and what you have had was pretty lame.

“Soooooo,” she strung it out, “I’m going to assume that you need to start all over again, as though you are in junior high school.

“Which means learning how to kiss.”

I had assumed that we would not be getting physical, but menemen escort that turned out to be wrong. She sat down next to me on the bed and told me to kiss her the best way I knew how. I started out with a lip lock, sucking in. She said that was fine. Then she kissed me on the neck, flicked my ear lobe with her tongue, and returned to my lips and stuck her tongue in my mouth! I responded with my tongue and we tongue-wrestled.

“You’re an okay kisser,” she said. “Now I want you to undress me.”

As my hands rushed to unbutton her work shirt and yank it out of her pants, she smacked me on the side of my head.

“No!” she said sharply. “You have to do everything slowly, lovingly. This isn’t a race. By the time you’re taking a woman’s clothes off, you can be sure she’s willing to have you. Here, I’ll show you” and she reached over and started unbuttoning my shirt.

She started slowly, opening the top two buttons, then brushed her lips across my chest.

“Take every chance to make light, soft contact.”

When she had all the buttons undone, she gently lowered my pants. She didn’t stop there and took her time to finish undressing me, down to my briefs. Of course by then my erection was in full flower and I was shaking like a leaf in the wind.

“Finish me,” she said. I bent down and removed her shoes and socks and started to stand up.

“Touch me slowly as you move around my body,” she said, and pushed me back down. I put my hands lightly on her left leg and slowly moved up to her waist. Then I undid her jeans and let them drop to the floor.

“Lower my pants by yourself and kiss my legs as they go down,” she said. “Take your time, a girl wants to be touched constantly. Do it again.”

I pulled her jeans up, buttoned the top and rezipped them. Then I started again, taking the time to caress her ass, her belly, and her legs as I slid them down to the floor. I kissed her inner thighs as I stood up, slowly this time. I repeated the process with her panties. Then she slowly removed my briefs, absently touching my thighs.

After a glance to review the results of her barbering, she turned to her bag and brought out a pastel-colored cylinder.

“I like to have my lover use this. I’ll show you how.”

For the next two hours I learned how to move the dildo all over her, around her pussy, even into her. She brought out some oils and had me rub them all over her as I moved the dildo. I was erect for the first half hour but then lost it, since she offered no attention to me, just told me where to put the dildo and rub the oil, so that SHE felt good. I learned how to kiss and touch everything she had, front and back. She told me both times that she had an orgasm.

It was after six when she made her announcement.

“You’re as far along as I can take you. You’re going to be a great lover of women.” I was exhausted.

I had gotten everything I had asked for and had no claim to anything more. But here I was naked with a woman to whom I had delivered a great deal of pleasure and she seemed indifferent to anything I might want.

I lay down next to her, hips to hips. She started to pull away but I grabbed her around the waist.

“I want you to teach me the only thing I don’t know! I want to have a complete education.”

“I never said I’d do that,” she said flatly. “I told you, I tried it with guys five years ago and it didn’t do anything for me.”

“Well, how about something short of fucking? We can do oral sex.” She inhaled meram escort deeply, then exhaled.

“All right.”

Since we were both naked, and she had all that oil on, we started out with my tongue and finger replacing the dildo. After what seemed like an eternity of my tonguing her, with her telling me where to suck and play, she grabbed my head with her thighs, moaned loudly, bucked like she had when she had her first two orgasms, then gradually relaxed.

“My turn now,” I said. She got up slowly and reached for the oils. She rolled me over and oiled my back, then my butt, even into my asshole.

Suddenly I felt the dildo.

She was ass-fucking me! I tried to pull away but she sat on me, twisting one arm behind my back to secure me. She worked the dildo around and around, in and out, keeping me pinned despite my best efforts to get away.

Finally she pulled it out and deftly lept off my back. I started to roll over but I was so sore I had to lay on my side. She smiled very wickedly.

“I’m not done yet, buster,” she said. Well, I was, but she darted out of range, grabbed for the shopping bag, and produced a small box of condoms and a tube of KY jelly.

“Since you know how it feels to get it from behind, now you’re going to give it from behind.” I stopped being angry for the assault and started getting hard.

She grabbed my erecting cock and stroked it a couple of times until it was solid, then rolled a condom into it and lubed it up pretty good.

“Lube my ass inside, not just on the outside,” she instructed, as she lay face down on the bed. I probably used half the tube and put my middle finger inside her all the way, and she said that was enough.

“I’m going to kneel and you’re going to get between my legs and kneel too.” As I moved into position she reached around her hips and grabbed my cock. She pulled me into position and shoved herself onto me.

I was amazed how smoothly it went in. “Slide in and out,” she said, and I did, slowly at first, and when I started to go faster she stopped me. Four times she had me speed up a little bit, then slow down a little bit. After about 30 strokes of this I couldn’t contain myself.

“Look out, look out, I’m going to cum, I’m cumming, I’m cummming!” and I did.

I collapsed onto her and we fell onto the bed. She easily slid me off to the side and shifted to face me. I tried to kiss her but she wouldn’t let me.

We lay there, breathing hard, and I dozed. I woke to her removing the condom from my limp cock. When she saw I was awake, she made an exaggerated show of tying the open end in a knot and putting it in the small brown bag that the box of condoms had come in. Then she brought out another condom.

“It’s BLOWJOB time,” she said, like she was announcing a prize fight. She stimulated me and I soon got hard. She rolled the condom on in an exaggerated way and sat next to me.

Alternately stroking me and bending to put her mouth on me, Harriet went on for what must have been 15 minutes, knowing somehow when I was getting really excited, until she said “are you ready?”

I sure was, so she really got on me and went up and down. I thrust my hips in reciprocal motion, just like when I was in her ass.

“Oh man, oh man, this is it, I’m cumming, I’m cummming, oh, here it is,” and I did it again.

By then it was close to 10. Harriet packed her shopping bag and allowed me to take her to dinner.

“How can I thank you enough for this? I won’t leer at you at work, but I won’t be able to forget what happened.”

“Oh, by Monday you’ll be able to walk straight,” she said, and laughed, since I had been somewhat shaky in the apartment.

When we finished the meal she gave me a sweet peck on the cheek.

“Don’t worry. You know what to do. There are a lot of your kind of fish in the sea.”

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I woke.

Slowly I begin to start coming to realise where I am. It is a bedroom I’m yet to be totally familiar with. The bed is new and feels different. The mattress is new along with the sheets which still have the out of the shop freshness. So I’m warm and comfortable and also not alone.

I feel her moved in her sleep rolling onto her side into get comfortable, the covers which rose up from her motion then settled. I can make out a trace of her perfume. I can’t see her face, her hair drifts across the pillow and falls to one side of her neck. The perfume has faded overnight, to become the essence of her. We are warm and dosing in that lovely comfortable snug place which two people experience after they have made love and gone to sleep together. What had I done?

She moved again, her soft naked bum nestles into me. What is about female flesh, when its close and intimate to you? If she was awake I’d say she knew what she was doing to me, but she isn’t just a woman in her sleep.

My arousal grows. I had thoughts of yesterday, what we had done to each other; how it had felt to me, what it was like to watch her at the height of passion climaxing so hard, giving herself to me. My lust grows and it my cock starts to become twitch and tingle. I was enjoyed playing back the visions from my memory from such a short time ago. This makes my cock become fully erect and it nestles between us. This must have just been enough to bring her to a conscious state, but not fully awake. She moves again oh such bliss. Then I felt it, a movement deliberate or not? A minute gentle glide of moist soft heaven across the tip of my hardness. Oh more please. I’m leaking a little from my arousal. She does it again, very slowly, I resisted the urge to thrust upwards and take control. Oh she really means to tease me and is doing it so well. Every time she takes a little longer and my cock a deeper each time. She is very wet, this makes the sliding very smooth and enjoyable. This is subtitle seduction I love it. I fought the urge to move or change the pace of it. Our enjoyment would be better if she controlled it. It finally happens she could hold back no more and slowly the head of my cock push between her lips and onward into her, she envelopes my hard cock. The warm liquid softness of her vagina flowed over me and I was firmly held in place, by a young tight pussy. Neither of us moved or changed the pace we just settled into the feeling of being one together. She sighed in pleasure. This was going to to be a slow gentle start to our love making. The covers moved and more of the essence of woman came to me.

My lips only just moist, found her shoulder, I kissed her rose tattoo, she sighed. Her faint perfume drew me along her neck and with gentle butterfly kisses. Her pussy squeezed me and her hips moved, she squeezed me again and with a firmer purpose now started a slow and deep rotating grind. I slide my tongue under her ear lobe and massaged it with my lips. She groaned. Moving my hand from behind I found her hip and moving slowly I caressed it with little tickles. Then moving up her body I fell down into her waist and up to her breast, firm with turgid erect nipples. Ah the beauty of youth. My hand formed a cup to hold her gently without squeezing. After enjoying the feel in my hand, I slid my palm which had been down allowing the nipple to rest between thumb and finger. I began squeezing and then slowly pulling with a gentle action in time to our thrusting.

She controlled our movement beautifully, her pussy holding and gliding over my cock. Her legs parted and I was held around the base of my cock, she squeezed me with her hand. My cock was taken from inside and directed to pass through her lips over and around her clitoris. My tip wet with our arousal was rubbed cross the little nub which was now enjoying the attention. I groaned, she giggled. Her fingers tickled down my shaft, using her nails she gently played with my balls. I groaned louder, she giggled again. She rolled over onto her back and raises a leg over my hip. She let the softness of her skin massage the side of my leg. I thrust up and slipped back into warmth of her pussy. Using slow long strokes almost coming away from her and parting the lips caressing my tip at every thrust in. I now had access to her breasts. Kissing from the underside caused a pause in our motions. I worked my way up to take her nipple in my lips and sucked. We start moving again, together rolling and grinding, it was a slow natural rhythm which work for us. I reached over her hip with my hand and drifted my fingers through her pubic hair, taking each side of her clitoris between my thumb and finger holding it from either side and massaged it to match our thrusting.

I push forward and upward with hard long strokes, keeping an steady pace, with each inward thrust I squeezed together and pulled downward with my hand. When I felt the urge to go faster I slowed almost to a stop. My turn at teasing. A sudden urgency made her hips lift slightly off the bed and push harder against me. I entered firmly into her and used my pubic area to grind into her mound of Venus. She moaned and bit her hand and pushed into me, I tried to keep up Her hands grabbed the merzifon escort sheet tugging at it. Her head moved up and her breasts pushed upward. I sucked hard on her nipple then using my teeth to make tiny bites. Our hips pushed, ground and rotated together, ‘Oh god yes, yes, yes she moaned.

I felt my climax build from deep inside me, it forces me to thrust hard burying me deep as I can get inside her, it rises and gushes forth; my eyes close, my body shakes, my cock expands and thrust after thrust of pleasure explodes from me. We are together in passion, lust, our bodies have joined together. We sink back onto the bed, hot and glowing, the covers follow, gently settling around us. I’m exhausted. Slowly slip back to reality and she roles into to cuddle me.

What have I done, why did I do it. I have just committed adultery, with a girl almost half my age.

“Good morning” she says “Coffee please.”

“You smell wonderful” I reply.

She pushes my side and giggles”Pleeese?”

“OK I’m going” I manage to get up, pad to the door grab a robe and head down to the kitchen. Everything is still new to me, I’ve only lived in this flat 3 days. The need to make coffee and it takes all my effort with a mind spinning from the last 18 hours. Does she like toast? Yes I’ve seen her eat some late at night. but spread or butter marmalade or honey? I know all this answers with my wife but lady isn’t, is she. What have I done.

The cafetia is filled, toast and honey prepared on a plate and I head to the bedroom with the breakfast tray. She’s sitting up with that just fresh happy look you get after good lovemaking. Was it that? Love making, lust, sex or fucking. What do I say? What do I do now?

We drink coffee and eat the toast. No words said, just a warmth between us. She had a smile and I hoped I looked happy too. The covers flew up in a sudden jerk, followed by

“We need a shower” she said.

It had been my first change I’d made to the flat. The bathroom had been completely changed, out went the old suite replaced by a wet room and overhead shower with body jets in the right places.

“Come on” she said.

I followed that bum across to the door and into the wet room. It had taken time and careful planing to get a good system, with a strong pressure and lots of hot water. The gel dispenser was full and handfuls produced a lovely foamy lather over both of us. Her hand glided around my cock and the blood started to flow, lengthening and expanding it again. I’m 55 for heavens sake once a week is suppose to be my limit. Her breasts felt so smooth and voluptuous with all the soap. I turned her around so she had her back to me. Pushed the body jets on and positioned her so that the lowest jet was spraying on and round her pussy. Then sliding my hand down her body I opened her lips and moved her so that the water was playing over her clitoris. She pushed her hands onto the wall to steady her self. Her orgasm came quickly with a ‘yeeess oh yes.’

She pushed back into me and then went limp, so that had to hold her up.

“Oh I didn’t realise, that’s what they are for” She in a croaky voice.

“Well I just used what was available” was my reply.

She turned took a fresh handful of gel covered her breasts and knelt down. Her breast were the perfect height to place my bobbing cock between. Slowly she massaged me, pushing them together to make smooth slippery a tunnel for my cock. She splurged more gel on, gripped me a gliding heaven and made me come. I ejaculated with four spurts into the valley her boobs made. I staggered back against the wall. “That was beautiful” I gasped.

We washed each other again and with the soap washed away, I rapped her in a big bath sheet, bought for its high quality cotton content and feel. She sighed kissed me and headed back to the bedroom. I stayed to shave when I arrived, she had fresh underwear on and was adjusting her breasts in a lacy black bra. The matching boy shorts looked good as well. I held her in my arms kissed the top of her head

She ran her hand up from my now flaccid penis and through my public hair

“I going to trim you tonight” she announced. Oh so that answered one question, there was to be more and tonight?

“Yes. I’m not a one night stand you know”

“Good I’ll make dinner for 8?

“Yes but we’ll do an hour at the gym first OK?

” Oh goody something to look forward to” I replied.

“I’m finishing at 3 today so I’ll bring a change of clothes with me”

“OK sounds good to me, do you have any stockings?”

“Oh that’s what you like is it. Now let me go, I have to get ready for work”

I departed down stairs for the kitchen. In what seamed like no time at all I was left with a toothpaste flavoured kiss, the haze of fresh perfume and the image of a black ‘Super Dry’ jacket leaving through the front door. What had I done.

I took a new job in a new location not to have affair. It never entered my thoughts I need to make changes, but not at the cost of my marriage. My life had always been stressful working long hours six sometimes seven days with very little time off. The money was mezitli escort good but my quality of life was pretty poor. Then I hit the brick wall and everything stopped. A friend from work rescued me took me home and then the doctor prescribed the pills which make the world a pink and fluffy place. Those lasted a month till I ditched them, I needed to get my mojo back, be me again. Physical exercise was the start of my comeback, walking, running and when the weather was bad using a gym. I recovered and then I moved to this current job away from home but a more relaxed style.

I found a small hotel run by a local couple who welcomed me into their family. They had two daughters who have become friends. One now slightly more. The eldest girl then in her early thirties was pleasant company, pretty and slightly plump, but nothing a bit more exercise wouldn’t shift. She had a smell, her perfume captivated me. I’d had thoughts about her but that’s all they were, a fantasy. Never in a thousand years would I of thought that anything would happen. I had accepted an infrequent sex life with my wife, the mother two my children.

I know this girl quite well; she’s and fun and we enjoy each others company. I still can’t answer the question, Why?. We have known each other nearly five years and never a had an inappropriate remark or gesture.

The job was going well, and I had opportunity to buy a flat. It needed a bit of work, but nothing I couldn’t do. It would keep me occupied in the evenings and at weekends when I didn’t go home. Within a month it was mine and although still at the hotel I started making the changes I planed. I reasoned the bathroom was the best place to start. A good shower in the morning is the best way to start the day. When that was completed, I moved in leaving the hotel and my friends not to far away.

Two days later I got a text ‘Gym tomorrow?’ ‘Yes’ I replied ‘I’ll pick you up.’ ‘No I will’ came back. A bit odd as the gym is in the opposite direction. Then yesterday evening arrived and just after 6 she burst through the door with her usual energy, “Hello” and bags of who knows what

young girls carry. Hand bag, laptop bag, gym bag and that perfume. It wasn’t fresh, she had put it on sometime ago it had matured. It was subtitle and captivating.

She offered a kiss to my cheek. Then announced that she wanted to look around. The flat is on two levels the sitting room and kitchen down and above a fair sized bathroom and one large double bedroom. I’d done nothing to the kitchen except make things work again. The sitting room had a been spruced up with a new thick rug and and an old leather sofa I’d had for years and a trunk as a low table. So not much to see and take in really. We headed upstairs, in the bedroom I’d bought a new solid chunky pine bed with a good firm mattress and a matching chest. The bathroom was finished and I was proud of the work and the effect I had achieved. She walk in and said ‘wow this is really something else’ I smiled and explained all the boring details of what I had done and how.

Then she said something which rocked me back a bit, “That shower looks really sexy, can I try it?”

“What now, I thought we where off to the gym”

“No when we come back”

“Er yes of course you can” I replied. Why, what, how, I was surprised at her forwardness.

I went into the bedroom picked up my gym kit and headed down stairs. Off we went to the gym. We’ve been gym buddies for a few years now. We do warm up and stretch exercises together, then do our own thing for an hour or so .I finished my routine first and after a shower headed down to the reception area for a cool drink of water to wait. It had been a good session I’d pushed hard and this had left me feeling on a high. I planned a pasta supper followed by a DVD on my own, but looks events had changed that. What films did I order, six new ones had arrived yesterday and I hadn’t even unwrapped them, what did I order again, my thoughts drifted. She arrived gliding down the corridor, her skin glowing from the excursion.

“Whoo that was good, come on I need that shower”

“Oh yes right” I said as coming back from who knows where my mind had drifted off to. Outside walking to the car was pleasant. The early evening was still warm and the wind was light not to cooling. The sun which was still just above the horizon, and leaving everywhere lit in a warm orange glow.

The journey back took us just long enough to discuss that pasta for supper would be welcome and what I thought my next project in the flat would be. When we arrived through the door I said I’d make supper and she could use the shower.

‘The Towels and robes are in the cupboard help yourself’ I said to a light blue clad pair of buttocks as they bounced up the stairs. I opened my post, most of it went in the bin. The package with the DVDs contained what I’d ordered. Two of them well they are of an adult nature, so I pushed them back in the package. In the back of an cupboard, yet have a doors fitted was my stock of wine I found a good bottle of Merlot opened it and let it breath. Above I could hear the shower pump was spinning away. I waited until it midyat escort stopped before I started cooking. It’s not gourmet food anyone with half a brain can make a good bowl of pasta.

Her footstep behind made me turn around I hadn’t heard her come down from above so it was quite a sight that I saw. A beautiful young girl fresh from a shower in just a white towelling robe; no make up, no jewellery and no clothes underneath, but just a small application of perfume. Her hair was down just to her shoulders, dark, wet and shining. I don’t think I seen it down very often, it softened her face just curling around the collar of the robe.

“My you look lovely” I said or something similarly corny I reached back to the counter and poured two glass of wine and turned back with them. She leaned forward and kissed me! I don’t mean a peck or a missed placed accidental kiss. This was a soft, warm, tender kiss on my lips. She move closer and hugged me. Nestling into my neck she said “your lovely to”. The wine glasses only just made it back onto the counter in one piece. I folded her into my arms, drawing her in close and we kissed again. Slowly her lips opened and the passion grew. Oh she was so soft, she smelt so feminine. It was gentle and sexy, I didn’t want it to stop, but I’m almost the same age as her father. I calmed it down a little and I just held her in my arms. My mind was spinning what to do? I decided patience was the best course to follow.

“Wine.” I said giving her a glass and moving back to the hob to attend the pan and pasta. She watched me and sipped the wine.

Then “Suppers ready” I announced when I was happy with the texture of the pasta. We moved to the sofa, sat down and started to eat, just grinning at each other.

“What’s happened” I asked.

“Oh you are just make me feel special and I like that”. “You care if I’m aright, always ask how my day was, you ask what I think, you’ve make me feel secure when we go anywhere, holding doors and the like, Your polite to me and don’t swear, and and well that makes me feel special.”

“Thank you I don’t know what to say, Hmm, well you are very lovely girl and deserve to be made to feel special” I took the plates back to the kitchen and served some strawberry sorbet it might cool us down, I thought. When I retuned she was looking through the DVDs which I hadn’t repacked very well.

“Ooh this looks interesting.” She picked up ‘Erotic Short Stories’. It was soft porn I don’t like the hard core stuff.

“Well yes its adult” You know, it has sex scenes in it.” I started to get a bit embarrassed.

“Oh sex, yes I remember that.” “It might give me some ideas” She smiled.

“I don’t think you need ideas young lady” I replied trying to sound like a school master and failing miserably.

I started the film and we settled down to watched it with more wine. The sofa is not large, but comfortable for two. During the first story we slurped the sorbet and she moved closer. The three stories where about the a couples discovering sexual pleasure with each other. It was well shot with good settings, fabulous locations, the actors were beautiful, so really erotic, without being crude. The sex was not graphic close ups, but long shot, staking in the action in a total sexual atmospheric way. I thought it was good and I was starting to get aroused, which I didn’t think she noticed until? She slide her hand cross me onto my thigh and she kissed my neck, obviously getting turned on by what was showing on the film.

As second story closed her hand reached up to my face guiding it towards her to kiss. It was a long soft embrace our stimulation of each other was increasing again. As we parted to draw breath the robe fell open a little more than it had been. I could see her stunningly beautiful young firm breasts high on her chest, no sag or droop. Another kiss and my hand held her breast through the robe. By

gentle squeezing I could feel her nipple was erect and pointed up and out waiting to be caressed. Using the material of the robe I rolled the cloth backwards and forwards and around the hard little nub. Then using my thumb I began rolling across it. I lent down and kissed her neck and she let out a little sigh. So I let my hand wander inside the robe and gently with my hand I held her breast, we continued kissing.

I was lost in this girl. I had no willpower left, she was just washing over me pulling me closer. I couldn’t stop and if I was truthful didn’t want to. She tasted so good. Her skin was like white alabaster smooth and warm. My hand holding her breast felt no weight just silky warm woman. Buy my actions the robe had parted and the most beautiful view of her chest was there for me to see. I was drawn from her neck down the valley to her breast, When I placed a kiss on her nipple she sighed again. I used my tongue to flick across and around the tip then did the same to the other. I reached for the wine took a mouthful and went back to a nipple. I sucked it into my mouth and swirled it around, she giggled and held my head to her. I had to swallow eventually, but another mouthful of wine and over to the other object of my desire. She pushed into my mouth for a similar thrill. I came up to her neck again she looked radiant. The robe was wide open nearly off her shoulders and both breast uncovered. Her checks had the flush brought on by desire, Her eyes appeared so deep and dark.. The wine was finished I got up to find another bottle. but before I could step away she said

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Reverie has overtaken her. Not really even reverie, just blankness in her mind that calms her soul. The feeling is nothing bad, nothing good. Contentment maybe? Contentment is a good descriptive word for what she is feeling.

She is standing on the third floor balcony of their hotel room overlooking the Gulf. The waves peak and crash near the shoreline. The sea gulls are gliding against the constant wind with their wings outstretched, not having to exert any effort in the amazing gift of flight. The bright sun is overhead beaming down its warmth and curing rays. Yes, she is content.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath and releases it feeling any leftover tension leaving her body. The margarita over ice in her hand relaxes her even further and she takes a drink. It is cool going down her throat and she doesn’t think she could be any happier at the moment.

A gust of wind changes directions and blows straight into her face, making her long brown hair float behind her and then land again, the tips settling on the small of her back. This makes her feel sexy and she poises her face parallel to the sky so the end of her hair falls just on her ass. She remains in this position for several minutes, enjoying the nothingness.

Suddenly, moist lips touch the side of her neck and she cocks her head further to the left allowing easier access. She stands perfectly still with instant chill bumps racing up her spine. A small sigh escapes her lips while her eyes remain closed. His tongue makes a small circle on her neck and she unknowingly shivers. He slowly begins kissing her, moving towards the back of her neck. He moves so slowly, barely touching her skin.

She feels one hand caressing her hair then a second hand. He lifts her hair completely from her back and continues kissing her. Down, down, directly in the center of her back, making her skin twitch and move against his lips, him milas escort having full control over her. She breathes more heavily now, wanting this to last forever, until the kissing stops, and her hair falls back into position.

Two strong arms encircle her waist and slightly squeeze as he buries his face into her hair and he breathes in the cleanliness deeply. His hands move slowly and deliberately up and down her hips, down her outer thighs, and back up to her waist. Her knees become weak and her head is leaning back against his chest and shoulder. She doesn’t realize her drink is being removed from her hand and placed aside. Nothing is hurried and the slowness and gentle spot caresses are really turning her on. She feels like she is floating with the sea gulls. No energy needed and just floating.

Two tender hands enclose her breasts and she can feel his hot breath on her neck. He shudders and closes the distance between his front and her back. They are now one. His hardness is against her ass, his shuddering becoming stronger. She places her now free hands over his and arches her back against him, enjoying his strong feel yet gentle embraces. Her nipples are fully erect and he uses the pads of his fingers to stroke them, around and around. As his hands move in circles, she starts moving her hips in circles mimicking his rhythm against his firm manliness.

She can only slightly moan in response, knowing that words are not needed at the moment, just his human touch.

His right hand moves away from her breast and slowly traces a path downward, sometimes circling back up and then moving further down each time until it reaches her throbbing pussy. He is teasing her. His index finger slightly strokes her clit through her swimsuit and then moves back up. Again and again just barely making contact and then moving away. She is fully leaning against him now, mudanya escort her body making movements with each flick of his finger. His left hand is continually caressing and gently pinching her nipple, while his right hand is playing a tune on her clit, on and off again.

She is so turned on and about ready to place her hand over his so he couldn’t move away, so she could enjoy his hand to orgasm, when he stops all touching. Both of his hands are removed from her tingling body. She is about to turn around in protest when she feels both hands slip under the front of her swimsuit, one finger strokes her button and then plunges into her wetness, then back out. She moans deeply and she can tell he is extremely turned on by all this. His breathing becoming even more rapid against her shoulder, both of them naturally turned on. She raises her arms and wraps them around his neck, providing stability in her weak position.

He knows she is nearing orgasm so he thrusts two fingers inside of her dripping pussy and pinches her nipple between two fingers at the same time. The pitch of their moving hips seems to match the crashing of the waves, a slow mesmerizing pulse.

“Oh baby, please don’t stop,” she whispers while shifting her head from side to side, her entire body beginning to tense up.

“Come for me,” he whispers back, his voice shaky with a fever that only can be caused from being turned on. A hoarseness recognizable only to her.

And with those words her body releases. Her juices envelope his fingers and the contractions of her insides wrap around him. Her entire body becomes hot and then soft against him.

Before the orgasm is completely finished he leads her into the hotel room and to the large bed. With one swipe her black swimsuit is removed and her tanned, naked body is before him. She finally faces him and while turning around he is at mustafakemalpaşa escort the same time gently laying her down on her back. She takes his face into her hands and kisses him deeply. He is hot and ready to make love to her. The lust in his eyes shoots through to her aching soul.

Lowering his body onto hers, she feels so feminine at that moment. He is hers, all hers, and she will make him spill his seed into her. His previously gentle motions are becoming more frantic and his neediness is evident. He kisses her lips hard and continues to spill kisses to her neck, her eyes, her chest, and her breasts.

His cock is poised above her pussy and he guides it into her, feeling that warm space filled with him. He plunges all the way inside and lingers there for a moment. Her core has been touched and her hips rise to meet his.

A broken moan rushes from his mouth and he looks directly into her eyes. Her legs spread further allowing every inch of him to enter her. His throbbing cock pulls out, never fully leaving her womanhood and he pushes into her yet again, and again, over and over and over.

Both are openly moaning now, and whispering loving comments to each other.

“You feel so good baby,” she moans into his chest. “Fuck me, oh please fuck me.”

“I’m going to fill you up. Oh, you are going to make me come,” he murmurs as his thrusts become more fevered.

He is practically ramming it in now and she meets his every thrust. Harder and faster each time. Her pussy is wrapping around him as his cock pushes against her very essence. He is uncontrollably shuddering as her back arches. His face shows his pleasure. Practically screaming with passion now she is also nearing her second orgasm.

“Oh baby. Yes, I’m coming,” she says with her face twisted into sexual emotion.

He rams three more times and collapses on top of her, their orgasms occurring together, his cock twitching with each spent seed, their hearts pounding in their chests, her back arching and his hips forward.

She strokes the back of his head while it rests on her shoulder, now both content from their exertions and the love between them. He rolls off of her and they both sleep.

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I just bought a new crew cab truck a little over a week ago and decided I want to go on a road trip. I took a couple weeks off from work and hit the road. No particular destination in mind, I just wanted to see parts of the country I hadn’t seen before. I drove for about an hour when the words of my mother came to mind.

“Always pee before you go anywhere.”

I smiled as I pulled into the gas station. I didn’t listen to her and had to go. I pulled up to a pump, thinking I may as well fill it while I’m here. After filling up, I walked into the store and hit the Men’s room. I grabbed some snacks and drinks and headed back to my truck.

“Excuse me Sir.”

Turning I saw a beautiful girl looking at me. She looked to be in her early twenties. Straight black hair that disappeared behind her shoulders, with bangs cut straight across, just above her eyebrows. She had stunning green eyes that seemed to look into my soul. She stood about five foot six. She was wearing a red button up shirt tied just below her breasts, revealing her flat belly. She was wearing a pair of very short denim shorts and flip flops. Her shirt was unbuttoned enough to give me a nice peek at her cleavage. If I had to guess I’d say she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Can I help you?” I asked.

“I saw you get out of your truck. It’s very nice.”

“Thanks, I just got it.”

“Um, this is awkward, but is there any way I could get a ride with you?’

“Where are you going?” I asked suspiciously.

“Anywhere but here. I just broke up with my boyfriend. I was stupid and moved here to be with him. He turned into a complete asshole so I just left. I don’t have any friends of family here, so I have nowhere to go.”

Her eyes started to tear up.

“Hey, don’t cry.” I replied. “We’ll figure something out. This is going to sound weird, but are you over eighteen? I don’t want to get mixed up with transporting a minor.”

She quickly reached into her back pocket and pulled out her licence. Sure enough it was from out of state and she was twenty one.

“Okay, you’ve got a ride. Hop in.”

She ran over and grabbed a backpack and headed for my truck. I took it from her and threw it in the back seat.

“With you being so nice and all, I hate to ask.” She looked down at the ground. “Are you going to expect “things” for the ride?”

“The only thing I expect is some nice conversation and to poke me if I get sleepy.”

“It’s a deal!”

She smiled and held out her hand.

“My name is Skye.”

I took her hand and didn’t want to let go, it was so soft and warm.

“I’m Bill.”

I helped her in to my truck then got in the driver’s seat. I flipped up the center console and dropped the bag of snacks on the seat between us.

“Help yourself to whatever you want.” I offered.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, it’s mostly junk food and soda, but take whatever you want.”

She looked into the bag and took some snack cakes and a soda. The cakes were gone in under a minute, and she chugged half a bottle of soda.

“I’m sorry.” She began. “I must look like such a pig. It’s just that I haven’t had much to eat, or much sleep in the twenty four hours.”

“No problem,” I smiled, “just leave me a drink and I’m good. We’ll stop for lunch in a few hours. Feel free to recline back and snooze. I noticed where you’re from, I can head in that direction if you want to go home.”

“Thanks, but no. I called home when I wanted to leave and my mother said than she warned me this would happen, and there was no room for a slut like me anymore.”

Her green eyes welled up with tears. I reached over and put my hand on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry for crying, but I’m not a slut, I just made a mistake. I thought I was in love.

“Skye, I don’t think you’re a slut. We’ve all done stupid things in the name of love.”

“You’re such a nice guy Bill. I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done for me.”

“I know how i’d like you to thank me.” I thought.

“Think nothing of it.” Is what I said.

After about twenty minutes, I looked over and saw her head bobbing.

“Skye, put the seat back and take a nap. It will save you a stiff neck later.”

She agreed, and put the seat back. She was sound asleep in less than a minute. As she snored lightly I took the time to really look her over. Her hair was so black it shined. The skin on her face was flawless and smooth, with just enough plump in her lips to make me want to know how they would be to kiss or better yet, how they would feel on my cock. Her shirt was gaping just enough that I was pretty sure the was no bra involved. I could see down between them pretty good and saw no sign of material. She had a belly button ring, a red stone of some kind. She kept the button on her shorts unbuttoned, a look that I have always liked. The shorts were tight enough to show a hint of a pubic mound. Her legs were long a slightly muscular. She was pretty evenly tanned all over.

As I looked at her I felt my cock starting to grow.

“Look away,” I thought, “think about baseball, or kneeling on nails, whatever to distract yourself.”

Right about then, kozan escort she let out a little moan and shifted around on the seat. In doing so one breast popped right out of her shirt. There was the tan line. A tiny triangle of white skin, just barely big enough to cover her nipple. My cock sprang to full hardness. I knew what would be in my mind as I jerked off later! I was debating on whether to wake her or let her sleep when she let out a little snort and opened her eyes. I looked away immediately. From my peripheral vision, I saw her adjusting her shirt.

“That was embarrassing.” She smiled. “I hope you liked what you saw.”

“I didn’t see much.” I lied.

“Nice try. Then why can I see the outline of your cock in your pants? I’ll at least be honest, I do like what I see!”

“Alright then, of course I liked what I saw. You are a beautiful girl and I have to say your boobs are bigger than I first thought.

Skye slid over next to me, placing her hand on my shoulder.

“Before I do something stupid and make a fool of myself, can I ask you a personal question?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

“Do you have a wife or girlfriend or anything?”

“Nope, I’m as single as can be.”

“Then, would you mind if I did this?”

She dropped her hand into my lap and started tracing the outline of my cock with her finger over the material of my jeans.

“I thought you didn’t want to do anything like this,” was my stunned reply.

Skye explained.

“I didn’t want to feel pressured into doing something just because I got a ride. You’ve been a perfect gentleman. I want to do this.”

She cupped her hand over my cock and rubbed the length of my hard cock. She continued to slowly rub up and down my shaft, her fingers tickling the tip. I was finding it increasingly more difficult to drive the more she stroked me.

“Um, Skye, if you keep doing this, I’m going to have to change my pants soon.”

She continued to rub my cock.

“Really? When was the last time you came in your pants? High School?”

“I never have, even in school I managed to either get into the girl or make it home.”

Her voice took on a sexy, sultry tone.

“And what did you do when you got home? I want to hear you say it.”

“I jerked off. I made myself cum.”

“Mmm, I think it’s sexy when a guy admits he jerks off. Did you want to jerk off when you saw this before?”

She released my cock long enough to unbutton and untie her shirt, letting it fall open. Her tits were magnificent! A large C-cup or small D. Her nipples were dark and fully erect.

“That was my plan.” I agreed.

She cuddled up next to me to allow me to get a handful of her tit. She went back to rubbing my cock. I squeezed her tit, enjoying it’s firm softness. I spread my fingers and brushed them over her nipple, letting it pop out between my fingers. She moaned a little, her hand picking up speed over my cock. I felt myself getting close, still not believing she would let me cum in my pants. I twirled her nipple in my fingers, pulling on it a little.

“I’m gonna cum!” I gasped.

“Do it Bill. Shoot that load for me!”

I felt the warm liquid hit my leg and spread out as I fired several streams into my pants. Skye kept rubbing until she noticed the growing wet spot on my pants. Her rubbing turned into a milking motion as she forced even more cum out of me.

“I think I need to change.”

“That was so hot.” Skye giggled. “I’ve always wanted to try that,”

“It was fun,” I agreed, “but if you feel the need to do it again, you’ll have to wait until I can wash these jeans. I only brought two pair.”

She held up her right hand.

“I promise I’ll be good.”

“There’s an exit a mile up the road. I’ll get off there and get changed.”

With a twinkle in her eye, Skye replied,

“You just got off here and now you want to get off again in a mile?”

“Sexy and a sense of humor, Nice!”

Getting off the highway, I pull into a grocery store parking lot. I park away from everyone else and get out and grab a pair of jeans. I get into the back seat and start to pull my pants off. Skye has turned around and is watching me.

“I’m just enjoying the show. I hope you don’t mind.”

“I’m not shy, look all you want.”

I take off my jeans, rolling them into a ball to keep the cum enclosed. I notice Skye is looking right at my cock. I laid back on the seat and opened my legs.

“See anything you like?”

“I sure do! You have a nice cock. I have some plans for it later, if you’re interested. Oh I see your interest is rising already!”

Indeed my cock was rising, but a grocery store parking lot is not the most romantic place. I pull my clean jeans on and say.

“How about later? If I’m going to make love to you, it’s not going to be in my back seat in the middle of the day in a parking lot. It’s a good way to get arrested.”

“Chicken!” She laughed. “I guess I’ll have to put these away.”

She makes a big production of buttoning up her shirt and tying it up again.

I get out of the truck and look around.

“Hey I see kumluca escort a diner down the road a little. Ready for lunch?”

“”Um, yeah, it’s just that I don’t have any…”

“If you’re worried about money,” I interrupted, “don’t. Let’s get this cleared up right now. As long as you’re riding with me, we’ll act like we’re a couple. I’ll pay for everything. You still won’t have to do anything you don’t want to. We clear?”

“I got it, and you’ll find there are things I want to do!”

I walked over to her side of the truck, open the door and hold my hand out.

“Hop out for a second.”

She takes my hand as she slides to the ground. Not letting go of her hand, I pull her to me and embrace her. I lean in and place my lips on hers, gently at first. She kisses me back and soon it turns into a passionate kiss, our tongues searching for each others.

“This is a little backwards, I normally kiss a girl before she makes me cum. I just couldn’t resist your lips anymore.”

“Don’t fight it. My lips are yours.”

We kissed again, then headed to the diner.

Sitting on the same side at a booth, we were just about done and I noticed she couldn’t sit still as we ate.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, but after making you cum, them watching you change, and that kiss, damn, that kiss! Well I just can’t get my horniness under control. The more I try, the hornier I get.I’m about to head to the ladies’ room for a quick cum!”

“I’m sure there are better ways to handle it.”

I slid my hand up her thigh until it made contact with her crotch. I let my little finger run across her shorts, over the pussy beneath. She sucked it a quick breath and clamped her legs shut.

“Here? Are you crazy?”

“Think of it as a game.” I smiled. “How quick can you cum and can you be quiet about it?”

“Quick I can do, quiet, I can’t promise.”

I moved my hand directly over her crotch and started to rub. She relaxed her legs and gave me better access. She closed and opened her eyes in long slow blinks.Her breathing got deeper as I rubbed a little harder. Her hips moved against my hand. I could see her nipples making little tents on the front of her shirt. I estimated where her clit was and concentrated my efforts in that area.

“Yes Bill, I’m gonna cum. I’m going to cum in a fucking diner! Oh! Oh!”

“Was everything okay folks?” The waitress asked.

“Yes!” Skye almost shouted as she came.

The waitress wore a look of surprise.

“Yes, everything was great.” I calmly replied. “We were deep in a conversation and you startled her.”

“Oh, alright, I’ll just leave your check.

I paid the bill and we got back in the truck and headed down the road.

“That wasn’t fair.” Skye said, punching me in the arm. “You make me cum in a restaurant, then the waitress scares the shit out of me before I could really enjoy it.”

“I didn’t plan for the waitress, do you want to cum again?”

“Here? In the truck?”

I reached over and pulled her zipper down.

“Lean back and pull these down.”

She slid her shorts and thong down past her ass then kicked them off. She laid back, leaving one leg on the floor and the other went up on the back of the seat, giving me a perfect view of her hairless pussy. She opened her shirt, giving me a full frontal view of her body. I could feel my cock stiffening in my jeans.

“You are simply perfect. Just gorgeous.”

I slid my hand up between her legs, rubbing her pussy. She brought a hand down and opened her lips.

“Don’t worry about warming me up, I’m still horny from before.”

Without hesitation, I slid two fingers into her. She was still so wet from before, there was no resistance. She groaned as I buried my fingers deep in her. I slowly pulled back out then in, starting a slow rhythm. I pushed in and out a few times, then brought my fingers to my mouth, tasting her.

“Mmm, delicious. If I wasn’t driving, I’d be going in for a closer taste.” I said as I slid my fingers back into her.

“”I’d love it!” She purred.

I started pumping into her pussy again. She closed her eyes and let the feelings wash over her, raising her hips to meet my fingers. I started rubbing her clit with my thumb and she began to moan.

I noticed a trailer truck was pacing me so I looked over and saw the driver watching the action.

“Skye, how much of an exhibitionist are you? We have a trucker enjoying the show.”

“He doesn’t know me, I’ll give him some more to watch.”

She grabbed her tits and started rubbing them, pinching her nipples between her fingers. I continued to slide in and out of her pussy, while trying to keep some attention on the road.

“Bill, your fingers feel so good in me. I can’t believe a total stranger is watching me. It’s really turning me on.”

She continued massaging her tits and thrusting to meet my fingers. I started rubbing her clit with my thumb again. She dropped her head back and started moaning.

“Fuck Bill, this feels so good. You keep this up, I’m going to cum soon! I’m going to cum all over your fingers.”

“Then lara escort no reason for me to stop. I wish it was my tongue in your pussy, tasting you, sucking your clit, waiting for your sweet cum.”

Her breathing got real heavy as she pawed at her tits, pinching and pulling on her nipples.

“Think of my cock being in you, pounding deep into you. I want to fill you with my cum. Cum for me. I want us to cum together.”

Her back arched off the seat and I felt her pussy clamp around my fingers as she came. Her body contracted with her orgasm for several seconds. She dropped back down onto the seat, turned so she was facing the trucker and started licking and sucking my fingers clean, while looking straight at the trucker. When she was done, he blew his air horn and was down the road.

“Bill, do you think I’m too slutty? This isn’t the kind of thing I do all the time. In fact, that was the only time I’ve let someone watch me.”

“Hell no! That was hot. There wasn’t any danger in letting him watch and it seemed to turn you on.”

“It really did. From this bulge in your pants, I’m not the only one turned on. I think you need some relief again.”

“Actually, I’m good at the moment.” I chuckled. “I’m all out of clean pants!”

“I promise I’ll take care of it for you later.”

She snuggled up to me and was soon asleep. I thought how weird it was that I was driving down the highway with a beautiful, near naked woman. However, that near naked woman was doing nothing for the ache in my crotch. I drove for about an hour with my cock twitching every time I glanced at her.

Skye started to wake up, so I asked her.

“Traveled enough for one day?”

She glanced at the clock in my truck.

“It’s only three, but I’m just the passenger, Whatever you want to do is good with me. I guess I should get dressed back up.”

I soon found a little roadside motel with a few cabins in the back. I pulled in and we went into the office.

“Can I help you?”

The guy behind the desk gave Skye a long look up and down.

“A room for the night please.”

“Do you want a room or a cabin? The cabin is ten dollars more, but you get more privacy.”

He gave me a leering wink. Skye was doing her best to ignore him by looking at brochures on the wall.

“That will be fine.” I said.

“Two queens or one king? I have one of each.”

Skye jumped in. “We’ll take the two queens.”

I was a little puzzled, but agreed. “Two queens it is.”

I paid and Skye took the key.

“I’ll walk back and open up, and you can bring your truck over.”

As soon as I walked in with the bags Skye through her arms around me and pressed her lips to mine. Our tongues were soon searching for each others.

“I’ll bet you’re wondering why I wanted two queens?”

Skye asked as she was unbuttoning my jeans.

“Kind of, yeah.”

“One for sleeping, and one for fucking. No one gets the wet spot.”

She squatted down and pulled my jeans to the floor. My already hard cock sprang out and almost slapped her in the face. She wrapped her hand around it and started slowly stroking it.

“I’ve been wanting this since I saw it when you were changing.”

She slid her hand to the base of my cock and took it into her mouth. She looked up at me with those amazing green eyes and locked onto my eyes. She slowly moved forward taking all of my cock into her mouth. She gripped my ass with both hands for balance and moved back and forth on my cock. She gradually increased the speed until she was furiously bobbing on my cock. I wrapped my fingers into her hair, trying to get even deeper into her mouth. From being so horny before, I feel my orgasm fast approaching.

“Skye, I’m getting close.” I warned.

Without slowing at all, she takes one hand and gently cups and squeezes my balls. That was all it took. With a growl, I pumped stream after stream of cum into her mouth. She eagerly swallowed it all down. She released my cock from her mouth and grabbed it with her hand, squeezing from base to tip, milking the last drops out of me. She licked them up as soon as they appeared.

“Damn Skye, that was incredible!”

She stood up and replied.

“I’m glad you lik…”

I interrupted her by pulling her close and kissing her. It turned into a long passionate kiss. I undressed her without breaking the kiss then walked her back until the back of her knees hit the end of the bed. I laid her on her back while we continued to kiss. My hand moved to her breast, squeezing, running my fingers over her nipple. I moved down and began to kiss her neck. While still playing with her tit. I kissed my way down until I got to her nipple. I sucked it into my mouth, while I twisted the other one with my fingers. She moaned as I switched back and forth between her nipples. I didn’t want to leave her awesome tits, but I continued my journey south. I kissed my way down her abdomen and paused for a second to stick the tip of my tongue in her belly button. She sucked in her breath, so I assumed she liked it and kept licking at her little hole. In a little while she started raising her hips up off the bed and back down. I took this as a cue to continue downward. I got to her pussy and could see was already wet. I slid to the floor on my knees and leaned in to kiss her pussy. I parted her lips with my tongue and pushed it into her wetness. I licked deep into her, enjoying her sweet taste.

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The night air is chilly but comfortable as we relax in the hot tub. The moon shines bright above us as I lean back and enjoy the feeling, inadvertently pushing my 36 DDs partially out of the water. My yellow and white polka dot top barely covering my big pale tits, bright hickies covering both tits showing the fun we had during the day. I can feel your eyes going over my chest, hearing you breathing in hard and fast.

I look over at you and giggle. Your fit, tan, hairy chest next to my pale curvy chest; the contrast looks so erotic and you know how I love your naked chest and stomach. You reach over without a word and firmly grasp one of my big tits, squeezing hard. Neither of us are worried about someone walking by, it’s our vacation plus it’s past the “closing time” at the pool/hot tub.

You put your arm around me, pulling me close. Your hand travels down to my stomach, then my thick thighs barely being covered by the tiny pool shorts I’m wearing. You grab me hard and pull lefkoşa escort your lips onto mine, kissing me hard with your hands in my hair. Your other hand grabbing my tit hard, squeezing and pinching my sensitive nipples as you hear a moan escape my lips.

You break the kiss and quickly go down to my neck. Digging your teeth into my sensitive pale skin as you suck, leaving another mark on my body. You bite and suck on my neck for a few minutes then you break the seal, and you comment about how this one looks especially hot. You then start to rub your hand on my back as I put my hand on your thigh.

I can tell just by looking at you that you’re hard and aching for me. Slowly I run my hand up your thigh, feeling your bathing suit getting tight as my hand moves up. I slowly start to rub your hard-throbbing cock through your pants, feeling you twitch at my hand. You squeeze my tit and reach down to pull your cock out. Telling me how hard you are lüleburgaz escort for me, begging me to touch you. I giggle and bite my lip as I reach down and take your aching, throbbing cock in my small soft hand.

I slowly stroke you as you stifle your moans, telling me how good I feel in your hand. Suddenly you shove your hand up my shorts, feeling my soft shaved cunt lips. You moan as you gently feel and pinch my tight lips. You rub my sensitive clit a few times then you slowly put a finger inside my tight hole. Grunting and telling me how tight I am as I moan. Looking around, seeing that we are still safe and alone I spread my legs wider for you.

You start moving your finger faster inside me, adding a second one to stretch me out. I whimper and tell you I’m close. My big tits jiggling as I bite my lip, grabbing your hand to keep your fingers deep as my cunt clamps down cumming all over your fingers. Moving my hips hard, the water sloshing magosa escort as I bite my lip hard to keep quiet. You grab me and kiss me hard as my orgasm subsides.

My body is still shaking as I reach down and stroke you fast, whispering and telling you that I need you inside me. I straddle your lap, reaching down to slap your hard cock against my clit playfully. Slowly I sit down on your cock, my tight, pale, pink cunt enveloping your hard-throbbing cock. You grunt and tell me how tight I am, your nails digging into my hips. I push down so that I am resting my ass on your thighs, you balls deep inside me.

I move my hips back and forth keeping you deep as your mouth taking one of my nipples as you suck hard. Moving faster as my tits bounce in your face, I look down at you and beg you to cum inside me. Telling you that I need you to mark me, to mark my pussy daddy. That pushes you over the edge and you grunt loudly, grabbing my hips to keep you deep as you fill me with your hot seed. You continue to cum hard as you twitch. Finally, your orgasm calms and you run your hands down my back. I lean down and kiss you and we both agree that the hot tub is now too hot. We situate ourselves and grab our towels, heading back to the room for a shower and to recover for the next round.

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When Curtis entered the Allstate Modular Homes office the agent he’d talked to last week was with a wide-eyed young couple, explaining to them the advantages of purchasing a modular home over a typical frame construction. It was the same speech she’d given to him last week. She saw him enter and said she’d be right with him. His appointment was for one o’clock. It was one o’clock now.

He stood and waited patiently, even though he was anxious to show Angela the model he’d seen when he came here last week. Pam was waiting out in the car. Curtis had figured he’d walk right in, grab the agent and then go next door to the model as soon as they arrived. He really wanted Anita to see this model. If she liked it, he was going to have one built for them.

Ten minutes later he was still waiting for the agent. The couple ahead of him apparently didn’t give a fuck about his appointment and kept asking more questions. He didn’t want to keep Pam waiting any longer. “Excuse me, I’m going out to the car to tell my fiancé that it’s going to be a while,” he told the agent. “Or we can come back later, if you’re not busy.” He didn’t bother trying to mask the irritation in his voice.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” the agent responded. “If you want, you can go on ahead and I’ll catch up with you. The key is hanging right behind you.”

“Thanks,” Curtis said, not feeling thankful at all. This was even better. Pam and he could look at the model in peace, without being irritated by this woman’s sales pitch. He grabbed the key and went outside.

When he came out alone, Pam gave him a questioning look from the passenger seat. He held up the key and motioned for her to get out of the car.

Pam was dressed in a light blue short set that contrasted beautifully with her honey complexion. As she approached, he drank in the sight of her gorgeous bare legs. Thank God for warm weather.

“She’s tied up with somebody else,” he explained. “We can check it out by ourselves until she’s kestel escort ready.”

Pam loved the house – the open foyer, the large living and dining rooms, the fireplace in the family room – and especially the kitchen. Curtis followed her around smiling at her joy as she dashed from room to room.

They went up the winding stairs to the master bedroom. It was huge, with walk-in his and her closets and a sitting area. “Oh Honey, I love this place!” Pam gushed.

Her happiness warmed his heart. This home was within his budget, but if it hadn’t been, he would have worked three jobs twenty-three hours a day to buy it for her. He loved her that much.

When she entered the master bathroom her joy turned to sheer ecstasy. She squealed delightedly when she saw the sunken tub; she loved soaking in a warm bath. She climbed in and sat down, rubbing her hands slowly back and forth along the polished edge of the tub. Her actions struck him as incredibly erotic. He imagined her sitting naked in this tub with her smooth, flawless skin glistening from the soapy water. He felt his dick throb for her.

He took her hand to help her out of the tub and then pulled her to him and kissed her. Damn, she felt good.

They stood with her back pressed against the double sink counter, kissing and grinding. Her hand drifted down between his legs. She felt his erection and broke their kiss. She smiled at him. “Did you lock the front door?”

He hadn’t. He dashed downstairs, took a peek out the front door to make sure the agent wasn’t on her way, then closed the door and turned the knob latch and the deadbolt. He went back up the steps two at a time. Back in the bathroom he grabbed Pam and took some more of her sweet kisses. She unzipped him and felt inside his jeans, struggling to get at him in his briefs. When she couldn’t she whined in frustration and then said, “Honey, take it out.”

He did, and they kissed some more as she kırıkhan escort squeezed and stroked him, enflaming his desire for her even more. He pushed her shorts and panties down and found her warm, moist sex with his fingers. The memory of her sweetness made his dick lurch in her hand. She trembled and moaned when he ran his middle finger up the length of her slit to her clit. She had a hair trigger and came quickly, and just a few circles with the tip of his finger around her sizzling nub had her shivering through her first orgasm.

He unbuttoned her blouse and pulled the cups of her bra down, anxious to get at her creamy titties. He licked and sucked on each tender nipple as he fucked her with his fingers against the bathroom counter. The empty bathroom was filled with the sounds of her moans and the liquid sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. She came again, this time more violently, her cries echoing off the ceramic tile. “Honey, fuck me,” she groaned.

He sat on the closed commode. She stepped out of her shorts and panties and straddled him. Her pussy was hot and slick from her orgasms, and she sank down onto his rock hard dick in one long, sweet thrust. Damn, she felt good! He gripped her ass and sucked on her titties hungrily as she rode him.

She knew time was short, so she worked quickly, grinding him hard on the down stroke, trying to give him every ounce of pleasure she could to get him off before the agent showed up. It was so good but he wanted more. “Baby, let’s go in the bedroom,” he said.

Pam lay on her back on the plush new bedroom carpet and spread her legs wide. He placed her firm calves up on his shoulders and slid his dick into her and fucked her hard, making her cry out on every deep stroke. He could feel her legs tremble every time she came.

It was just starting to get really good, and he could feel that familiar tingle at the end of his dick that signaled that he kızılay escort was getting close to his own orgasm. Just a little more…

He heard a knock on the door downstairs.

Damn it!

Curtis got up quickly. “Baby, she’s here,” he said. He hurried into the bathroom and got her shorts and panties and tossed them to her, and then tried to stuff his steel hard dick into his jeans. Oh shit…

Pam giggled and said, “I’ll get the door. You’d better hurry up, Honey.”

While she went down to open the door, Curtis winced and grimaced and after some painful struggle, managed to fold his stiff muscle back into his underwear and jeans. He still couldn’t go downstairs to join them…not with the front of his pants looking like he had a couple of pairs of socks stuffed inside. He thought about baseball, open-heart surgery, dead puppies…anything he could to get his mind off the memories of his baby’s sweet pussy so his erection would die down.

He could hear Pam downstairs talking to the agent about counter tops and color schemes and other crap that men didn’t give a fuck about. Finally he recovered enough to join them. He went down and finished the tour, and told the agent that they liked the house and was sure they’d be happy in a place like this.

The agent smiled at them and said, “I’m sure you two will be happy wherever you might be.”

He looked at Pam. Her face was flush with embarrassment.

They were back in the car and speeding down the highway. “I think she knew what we were doing,” Pam said.

“Uh-huh,” he answered absently.

Honey, I really loved that house.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Didn’t you like it Honey? I could see us living in a place like that, couldn’t you?”

“Uh-huh.” Curtis was scanning the road ahead, barely hearing what she was saying.

“Honey, are you okay?” Pam asked.

“No, I’m not.”

“Frustrated?”

“Not for long,” he said. He’d spotted what he was looking for – a small motel at the next intersection. He whipped the car into the motel parking lot, said, “I’ll be right back,” and got out.

A few minutes later he returned, once again waving a key at her and motioning for her to get out of the car.

They could be happy wherever they were.

The End

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