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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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You arrive by taxi at the address that I gave you. The house is large and almost dark – there is one small light visible over the front door. The taxi leaves and you head up to the door.

As instructed, you open the door and find yourself in a small entry way. You close the door behind you and hear the lock click. There is a small screen in front of you with a speaker. A voice, altered so you can’t identify it, says simply

‘Yes?’

‘I am here as instructed’ you reply.

‘Move closer to the camera with your identification.’

You move towards the small camera mounted in the wall and hold your drivers license next to your face as you had been told.

‘Why are you here?’

‘To serve.’

‘And you know what it means to serve here?”

‘Yes’ you reply.

The voice says ‘tell me.’

You do not respond immediately.

‘If you do not respond immediately, we will believe that you are not here of your free will and you will not be permitted inside.’

You respond quickly.

‘I am here to serve in anyway that I may. I understand that I will be used in a sexual manner but both men and women. I will be displayed and bound, and will have no control. I may be beaten.’

‘And is this something you do freely?’

‘Yes’

‘And do you understand that this is being recorded as proof of your consent?’

‘Yes, I understand.’

‘Remove your clothes and place them on the shelf to your left. Once you have done so, you may enter.’

You quickly remove your clothes and place them neatly on the shelf along with your identification. You enter through the small door. As it closes behind you, you hear the lock click loudly. The sound has the intended effect.

The room is dark except for one light on the ceiling creating a small circle of light on Porno 64 a pillow.

‘Kneel’

You comply.

You are blindfolded.

You feel the collar, thick leather, around your neck. It is tight, forcing your head up high and making it just a little bit hard to breath. Your hair is pulled back into a tight pony tail high on your head so only the very tip of your hair caresses your back.

You are pulled up to your feet, not roughly but clearly with a purpose.

A leash is clipped to your collar and you are led forward. Blindfolded, you follow haltingly. You are stopped in front of a door, it opens and you enter.

Your arms are pulled over your head, wrapped in leather, clipped together and attached to a rope from the ceiling. You feel yourself being stretched as your feet leave the floor and you dangle by your wrists.

You do not know how long you have hung by your wrists but the burning in your shoulders has faded into the background. You remain blindfolded but hear someone approach and feel yourself being lowered.

Your legs are spread and you feel something being inserted into both your pussy and your ass. Your legs are pulled back together as you continue to be lowered. Your feet are held together and, as you are lowered, you feel your body being slid into something that is tight to your skin. As you are lowered you feel this sleeve slide up over you ankles and calves, tight to your thighs and up over your hips. Your feet touch the floor and you are laid out flat on the floor, your legs already encased in the sleeve.

Your arms are unbound and pulled down to your sides. The body sleeve is pulled up over your arms and chest to your shoulders. You feel a mouth piece – something like a scuba mouth piece – being inserted into Porno 92 your mouth as the body sleeve is pulled up over your head.

You are rolled over on to your stomach as the sleeve is fastened in the back.

You are now completely encased from head to toe, your arms bound at your side. You are blindfolded and the hood of the body sleeve covers your ears so you can hear almost nothing. Your nose is covered as well. You can breath through the mouth piece which is your only interaction with the world.

You feel yourself start to sweat and feel your sweat pooling inside the slick body sleeve which you now realize is rubber. The suit is tight enough that you can be lifted using rings attached to the side of the suit. When this is done you are suspended, almost flying, and do not feel where the ropes are attached there are no pressure points, the force is evenly spread across your body.

You feel yourself suspended, head up, to something that rolls as you are transported out of the room to where, you do not know.

Encased in the full body rubber sleeve you are rolled into an elevator and feel yourself going down. The door opens and you are rolled out. You feel yourself being moved and hear voices around you but cannot understand what is being said.

You are lowered and feel your toes, pointed inside of the sleeve, enter water. It is warm, not hot, as you are lowered deeper and deeper into the water. You feel it rise across your thighs and hips, belly and chest and over your heard. You are now completely submerged. You draw your breath through the mouthpiece which has obviously been attached to a hose outside of the water. The sensation of isolation is complete – you are suspended in water well over your head, floating without the ability to hear or Pornolar porno see, and can feel nothing except for the rubber body sleeve against your skin. Soon, you do not even feel this, you feel nothing except your skin.

You remain submerged for you do not know how long. You feel the vibrator in your pussy start to move, slowly at first. It is not vibrating as a normal vibrator would, but is slowly rotating inside your pussy, exploring the insides of your pussy. It twists as it rotates, changes shapes expanding and contracting, reaching deeper inside of you. You feel the movements inside of you and transmitted to your clit by the rubber sleeve and the surrounding water. Shortly, the vibrator in your ass also starts to move, expanding stretching your ass, moving deeper inside of you as it opens you wider and wider.

You are floating in the warm water, completely encased in rubber, suspended, filled, reveling in the sensations when your air is cut off. You feel your lungs strain for air and try to struggle. You cannot move, completely encased in the rubber sleeve, you are helpless. As you start to feel light headed, the air is restored and you breath deeply your chest straining against the rubber that encases you.

The vibrators inside of you change – you feel something, but at first you can’t tell what it is. There are small shocks, almost like static electricity, coming from the vibrators in both your pussy and your ass. The shocks increase in intensity until you draw a deep, sharp breath from the pain. In the middle of this breath, the air is cut off again and the shocks inside your pussy and ass increase in intensity.

You quiver, suspended in the water, feeling yourself getting more and more lightheaded, almost fainting from the combination of the sensation inside your pussy and the lack of air, when the air is restored.

This goes on for how long you do not know. You feel your sweat rolling off of you and coursing through the rubber suit, feel your body tense and release from the shocks and twitching of the vibrators and lose all track of time and fall asleep, suspended in the water.

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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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After an evening out and much playful teasing. We head up for bed, each taking a turn, we strip away the others clothes one slow piece at a time. Savoring the feel of your skin against mine as you hold me close, I reach up and kiss you. The passion in our kiss becoming intense when suddenly you throw me against the bed and me pin me to it with the sheer size and strength of your body. Your hands are holding my hands down, one on each side of me, your legs between mine pressing them open. Except for the outer side of your legs and hands you have yet to touch me.

After all the teasing and flirting during the course of the night you know this is driving me nuts!

I want to feel you. I want you to touch me. My skin is craving your touch and attention. I look into your eyes, I can see the look in your eyes is of determination, lust and an animalistic hunger. I can’t bear to look at you, otherwise I’ll lose complete control. Knowing this you whisper to me, demanding that I look and listen to you. You tell me that unless I beg you, you will not give me what I desire most…

And yet, as your body is poised above me, your cock is teasing me. Just gliding over my skin, barely touching me. Your cockhead leaving a trail of precum across my body as you continue to tease me. Caressing my inner thighs and then rounding up my hips to my stomach. It’s almost Rokettube porno all I can do as I try to twist and turn, trying to press your cock where I want it. (I thinking to myself, I don’t want to give in and beg you.)

Your grip becomes stronger preventing me to move any further. Again you demand I look you in the eyes to see your desire and evil intentions! Your breath, as each word passes through your lips is like fire on my skin… sending waves of shock all the way to my pussy. Slowly I licking my lips, watching you as you see me doing this, trying not to lose your own self control.
Still teasing me, each movement of your cock is eliciting a moan from me, I’m unable to stop them. My body is not my own. At the moment, you seem to be taking away all my self-control.

You take pity on me and descend your mouth to one of my breasts. At first just blowing air onto it. Seeing it harden, you decide to tease it further by licking it, gingerly gripping my nipple between your teeth and lips, your nibble is like sweet torture! As if that’s not enough you run your tongue flatly against it making it wet only to blow on it again! The sensations pulsing through my body are too much for me!

I begin to crack…

Ok, that’s IT! I can’t take anymore! With my eyes, I look straight into yours and plead Rus porno with you… You shake your head and say, ‘Sandra, I want to hear you beg me… Tell me that you want me to fuck you hard’.

Amidst the escape of another moan, I say to you, ‘Chris, please take me now. I need you inside me. Take my body and make it yours. Brand me with your cum.’

Still… you hold back, you haven’t heard what you want to hear.

Pleading with you, I ask you to lower yourself to me so that I may whisper in your ear. At first you hesitate, knowing I’m up to something, but you do it anyway. Sneaky thing that I am, I snake out my tongue and drag it along your ear and neck. Knowing this to be your weakness, I Kissing your neck softly, alternately licking and sucking gently, hoping this will undo you a bit, enough to make you relinquish some of your control.

I hear a ragged moan come from your lips but you still stick to your guns as you continue with mission at hand.

Unable to hold back anymore, I do it and whisper in your ear the words you’ve been dying to hear…

‘Chris, I want you to fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked before. I want you to pour yourself into me… deeply.’

With these words finally uttered, you ever so slowly take me. Filling me up with your thick cock. Each movement is causing Seks filmi me to moan a little deeper… a little longer.

Catching my breath, you finally begin sliding yourself inside of me. Feeling my wetness, reveling in it. Releasing my hands, I am finally able to touch your body. Letting them roam around of their own accord. I need to kiss you, taste you. Laying soft kisses on your lips, down your neck and onto your shoulders. I let my hands feel your muscled back, then around the front to your chest and then running lower still to your buttocks. Allowing them to remain there I press my fingers into your buttocks moving you deeper into me, holding you there.

Baby, with your mouth you’re kissing me finally, blazing a fiery trail all over me. Your lips burning themselves onto mine. There’s a hunger to your kiss, it’s driving me mad with desire. Your tongue seeking entrance, mmm, our tongues dancing, seeking, tasting.

At this point you’re almost out of your mind with the need to release yourself. Your pace becoming faster and faster as you feeling me squeeze your cock inside me with each stroke, you know I’m just about there myself…

Your eyes looking deeply into mine, you slowly slide yourself out almost completely one last time as suddenly you dive yourself back in with one swift move! Holding me tightly to you, we both cum. Each of us feels the different sensations running through our bodies. Our worlds colliding together.

Tenderly we hold each other, you still inside me, until we can both breath normally.

We kiss a bit… looking deeply into each others eyes. Nothing to say, nothing to hide as we drift off to sleep in each others arms.

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This was written about a month after, when we shared with each other our thoughts about the experience.

Finding MY G-Spot and Thumb Rides – Her Perspective

The first time I was intimate with him, I was spending the night at his house. We had watched a video and engaged in some stimulating foreplay on the sofa. Mainly, he fondled my tits/nipples and also sucked them a bit. I was highly aroused by this from the physical sensations and also because I knew he really liked my tits/nipples.

We moved into the bedroom and continued with the breast play. He then asked if he could touch my pussy, but not in those words. I nodded. I was lying on my side and he started to play with me. His fingers entered me and right away found my g-spot. I had previously told him how much I had enjoyed this — the one time it had happened to me. I know I let out a scream/loud moan when he found my g-spot. It was an intense feeling — one that came about quickly and unexpectedly. I knew he could tell from my reactions how much I enjoyed that. He kept rubbing that area and I felt like I was spiraling out of control — almost like I was climbing the walls. I don’t remember too much about how I reacted, I was in a fog of intense pleasure. I know I came hard and was on a high, almost like I was in another world. I had just let myself go and was overcome by the pleasurable feelings. At one point I felt like I had to kiss him, to connect with him, and got a little assertive in that area. I just grabbed him and kissed him passionately. Afterward, he cuddled me and we spooned. He asked me if I was OK. I nodded, but don’t believe I spoke right away. It was like I was coming down from a high.

Later, he told me that I taught him to do that. I disagreed and told him he found that spot all on his own, I just let him know what he had discovered. He told me he had used his thumb. That was kind of surprising to me. Then, cumra escort he asked me to get up on my hands and knees, and he did it again. Well, this orgasm was even more intense…it must be the position. I know I kept lifting/arching my ass higher as if to tell him that I liked it. Or maybe it was my body’s way of saying I wanted to be fucked. My body just reacted that way…like it knew it needed more. My head was buried in the pillows and I just moaned and screamed like a wild banshee. It was an amazing thing….even more intense than the first one. I also remember thinking afterward that he was a giver. He was concerned with my pleasure. I felt that he cared about my pleasure and wanted me to have that.

We snuggled some more. I don’t remember how many times he made me cum that night/morning, but I know I was one happy/satisfied girl. I know I wanted more but was embarrassed to ask. I didn’t want to seem demanding or greedy. I remember thinking that I hadn’t had an intense sexual experience like this in a long time. I felt safe and was able to let go without worrying about my reactions or what he would think. Later he told me that he liked my reaction/response and that it was arousing for him. I think that kind of experience makes two people closer…at least if the two people are like us, where we don’t take intimacy lightly.

I know at later dates he gave me thumb rides, and they still make me a wild woman and trigger an immediate, pleasurable reaction in me. I sometimes like it when he rubs that spot slowly/softly and it builds up. One time I asked him to slow down, and I just worked my body into his thumb, and that was really pleasurable. I know he wants me to tell him what I like, but I don’t want it to seem like I am giving him orders. A few times I asked him for more and he said he likes when I ask. I also remember that sometimes he holds me tightly when he gives dalaman escort me thumb rides, and I like that. It’s almost like I can’t escape the pleasurable feeling and that he wants to share that with me, and I wonder if he can feel the trembling/spasms of my body as he holds me.

When I think back on it, I have never gotten this intimate with someone so quickly. We had only known each other about three weeks when this happened…in fact, I believe it was our third meeting…the first time I stayed at his house. It’s weird, but even though we don’t see each other a lot, I feel more sexually satisfied than I have in years, and up to this point we haven’t even fucked!

Finding Her G-Spot & Our First Thumb-Ride on March 25, 2005 — His Perspective

She came to my place to stay overnight. We had previously set up guidelines — we would cuddle and hug and kiss, maybe fondle each other, and maybe even watch each other masturbate, but we would not do any oral or fucking. We watched a video on the couch in the living room. We cuddled and kissed. I was amazed how soft her hair was! We took off her bra which gave me complete access so that I could freely play with her big 38DD tits and exquisite nipples while we watched the video. I loved how her hips would undulate as I played with her huge soft globes and excited, large, firm nipples!

After the video, we went to bed. I wore boxers and a tee shirt and she wore a t-shirt and lounge pants. I asked her if she would lay on top of me. She did as I held her in my arms and kissed. I didn’t try to hide my excitement, and I’m sure she felt my hardon through my boxers as she lay on top of me. Then we lay side by side, and I played with her wonderful tits and sucked them. Again she began humping her hips as I relished playing with and sucking her big melons and delicious, responsive nipples! I reached down and felt the soaked crotch datça escort of her pants! She was REALLY horny, and I LOVED it! I told her to play with herself, and she immediately obeyed. She didn’t object when I moved my left hand inside her pants to join hers as we played with her wet pussy! I eventually took off my t-shirt and had all of her clothes off. I eased my fingers into her slippery cunt. She was extremely turned on! I joyously finger fucked her while sucking on her nipple and, from her reaction, I could tell that I might be stimulating her g-spot! I told her to get up on her hands and knees. Without hesitation, she complied.

She laid her head on the pillow with her ass up in the mounting position. I inserted my left thumb, palm down, into her excited vagina and began thumb-fucking my sweet lady as my four fingers pressured her pubic mound underneath. With the pad of my thumb, I began rubbing the small area inside her pussy right behind her clitoris that felt like tiny goose bumps. I was AMAZED at her reaction as she started moaning and then screamed as I almost immediately brought her to orgasm! I paused briefly allowing her to enjoy her climax and then I resumed my attack which caused her to immediately explode again! I kept doing it over and over, each time causing her scream and quickly orgasm! At one time during this unbelievable exhibition, she turned her head toward me and desperately begged me to kiss her. I eagerly met her mouth with mine and we wickedly tongue kissed, her ass still up in the air, her juicy pussy impaled with my thumb. As she gasped for air between her orgasmic explosions, I kept asking if she was alright. She kept assuring me she was, at which time I would begin another attack causing her to scream out in anguished orgasmic pleasure. I felt that I was in COMPLETE control of her pleasure as I held her tightly with my thumb up her cunt pressed against her g-spot!

Finally, totally exhausted, she collapsed on her stomach next to me, my thumb buried in her satiated pussy. I held her close, both of us TOTALLY content from her multiple intense orgasms. We were absolutely amazed at what we had just experienced together!

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Hello, welcome and thanks for reading. My fantasy series is an attempt to bring a reader more into the story so as to make him/her feel like they are a part of it. The story is told from your prospective as if you were one of two main characters. The two protagonists are brother and sister who like sex but haven’t had a whole lot of partners until now.

The brother is named Wesley, Wes for short. He is a twenty three year old six foot Caucasian male with medium length light brown hair. He keeps his body in fit very fit shape. Not too muscle bound and not to skinny either. He is currently a junior in collage majoring in Writing/Literature. He’s not too shabby with the ladies and has many girls that are friends. Most of the ones that like him the most are surprisingly mostly his sister’s friends. And on that if you would like a description of her please read Fantasies Ladies A.

With all this out of the way here is the story. Remember this is fiction told from your prospective as if you were Wes. Have fun, vote and give me feedback if you’d like. And remember, it’s only fantasy!

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“Cheers!” Everyone around the center island counter cries as you all raise up your glasses.

You clink your shot glasses with all of the friends gathered around making sure the last glass you click is your sisters. You give her a little nod which she smiles and returns to you before you both put the glasses to your lips and drink the shots down in one gulp. You let out a manly grunt as the vodka burns down your throat and almost laugh when you see your sister making a face and waving her hand in front of it.

“C’mon Christie that’s good stuff!” You say to her before you actually do start laughing.

“Oh shut the fuck up Wes and pour me another!” She says with a smile making the other people around start to laugh.

“Yes, ma’am birthday girl!” You grab the huge bottle of Grey Goose and fill up everyone’s glasses again. “To my little, itsy, bitsy sister who is finally twenty-one!”

Everyone say’s cheers again and then drinks their respective glasses. Your little sister flips you off when she catches you smiling at her expression again.

“Alright, I need a beer!” You say making your way over to the fridge to fish one out.

It is your sister’s birthday. The big twenty-one. She convinced you to put on something nice for her. A black dress shirt with a white t-shirt under it with a pair of gray slacks. It could be my present she told you. Like paying for her birthday party wasn’t enough. But she was your little sis and it was the first time you would get to legally drink with her.

A couple of hours later your sister’s birthday party is in full effect as most everyone has shown up. The people that were there in the beginning were only their closest friends. But now you have to claim house rank, being that it’s your house, to grab your favorite seat in the recliner.

You take a look around seeing familiar faces hearing the music playing loud hip-hop. People were dancing, either in couples or by themselves, drinking and talking. Everyone was having a great time. It was just the way you liked it. A lot of the people keep asking the birthday girl to take shots with them. A lot of guys and even one of the girls get her out onto the dance floor. Your get a little shocked as they really go at it and put on a show for everyone. At one point she even drags you out there for a few songs before you stalk back to you chair.

After a few hours of partying you suddenly see you sister’s friend Jenny walk into the living room. She is a Caucasian lady that has long dark hair that reaches to her lovely tight ass and gorgeous green eyes. She’s about five nine with a great looking body and medium c-cup breasts. She’s wearing a black short sleeve button up shirt that she has un-tucked with a blue jean skirt that falls to about her knees which accentuates her tight ass really well. She was one of Christie’s friends that had been here since the party started.

“Would you consider giving up a seat for tired young lady?” Jenny asks giving you a puppy dog face.

“That depends on what I’m going to get in return,” you smile at her.

“How about the smiles of that thankful young lady?” She gives you a huge smile.

“Sorry can’t do that,” you reply. “You could always sit in my lap.”

“Men,” she rolls her eyes at you and then gets a devilish grin on her face. “Actually I think I will.”

You think she’s obviously joking… until a split second later when she plants her round ass cheeks right on your lap. For a moment you’re a little shocked and can’t move… except for one certain part which starts to grow. She turns a little and looks at you with a raised eyebrow and a half face grin. You know right then that she can feel to slowly growing bulge in your pants.

“Getting a little excited are we?” She says quietly so that no one else can hear. You try to control yourself but it won’t stop. “Oh wow, make that very excited!”

You stifle a gasp as she lightly grounds her ass into you lap rubbing çerkez escort your dick through the jeans as she does. She smiles at you sexily as continues to tease and torture you. You look around and notice that no one has noticed what was going on. You only really care about your sister seeing her friend getting you off with her ass but she wasn’t even in the room at the moment.

“So what are you going to do the next time a tired young woman needs a seat?” Jenny asked.

“If this is the end result, refuse it yet again,” you gasp.

“Wrong answer,” Jenny says before quickly standing up leaving your sitting there with a huge erection. “I’ll come back in a few to give you some time to think it over.”

And with that you watch as Jenny walks back into the crowd without letting on that anything was different. You sit there for several moments before remembering that you were in the middle of a crowded room with a raging hard on that was obvious for anyone who looked to see. You quickly stand and head through you hall towards the bathroom. As you try the door you noticed that it’s locked and give it a knock.

“Whoever’s in there are you almost done?” You yell through the door.

“Uh… nah,” one of your friends voices cuts through door. “I… ahh… might be here… ohh yes… a while.”

“Mark?” You notice the sounds of his voice sound a little weird. “Don’t tell me you’re fucking in my bathroom? For fucks sake! Do that at your own fucking house!”

You don’t even wait to hear his reply as you continue down the hall to the master bedroom with its own bathroom. You take a quick piss not needing to take a moment to calm down. You start to think of what had gotten into Jenna to make her want to do that. You both have flirted before but nothing like that.

“Maybe she might want more,” you say quietly out loud. “Nah.”

You hear a noise coming from out in you bedroom and take a peek out to see who it is. Another one of your sister’s friends named Maria is sitting at your desk on the computer tapping away at the keyboard.

Maria is about five and a half feet tall with curly red hair that stretches to her mid back. She is wearing a blue tube top that fits snuggly over her small but really full breasts and covers to just above her bellybutton. She also has on a black cloth mini-skirt that barely reaches to mid thigh.

You also know that she is into tats having several of her own. There is a tribal design right below her belly button and a butterfly in between her shoulder blades. One day when she swimming in the pool with you sister you noticed that she had a heart with an arrow through it on her right ass cheek. Her bellybutton, tongue and ears are all pierced as well.

The desk sat against the far wall so she had her back turned to you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You make here jump as you ask the question.

“Jesus, Wes!” She gives you a playful angry look with her pure blue eyes. “Give a girl a heart attack why don’t you?”

“You didn’t answer my question,” you walk up to stand next to her.

“Your sister told me that I could use your computer to check my Myspace,” Maria says as she turns back to the computer.

“Why didn’t you use hers?” You ask knowing your sis has one too.

“Because someone else is using hers,” she says with a smile. “Besides I wanted to see what porn sites you go to. YouPorn and RedTube are… interesting.”

“Funny…,” you joke but make a mental note to clear your browsing history.

“I’m all done,” she says getting up from the chair next to you computer. You step back as she does noticing an obvious sign of her being braless, that is her perky nipples poking through the tight tube top.

“You better be careful, you could put an eye out with those things,” you joke indicating to her top.

“Men,” she says then gives you a devilish smile.

‘Here we go again,’ you think knowing something is coming.

You find that you’re right a second later as she pulls her top up giving you a flash of her tits. Your dick starts to harden a little again as she wiggles them back and forth right in front of you face. You notice the nipples as they shake are both pierced by a small barbell. You look at her and smile as she pulls her top back down.

“You women are mean and cruel,” you say shaking your head.

“Think about that next you want to scare a girl half to death,” she says as she turned and walked out of your room.

“Mean and cruel,” you repeat as you lay down on the bed to wait for your erection to die down. “What is with these women today?”

You make your way back out to the living room after you’ve once again calmed down. You knew that you were going to have to have some serious relief time after the party. Either that or you would have to get laid. But that was kind of hard when you’re single.

“Wes!” Someone yells as you enter the living room. You look up to see yet another one of Christine’s friends walking towards you.

This one is named Gloria, a gorgeous ceyhan escort mocha skin Latina with short brow hair and light brown eyes. Her awesome borderline c-cup breast lightly jiggle and bounce in her black turtle neck tank top as she walks quickly up to you. Her slim hips sway in her red dress skirt that falls to her feet but has a slit running on the right side to her lower thigh showing a good amount of her sexy leg.

“What’s up?” You ask when she steps up to you.

“Come dance with me,” Gloria says. “There’s one my songs coming up and you’re one of the only people who knows how to dance to it.”

What she means is there is one of her songs coming up and she wanted to show off to her friends. She helped you learn to Salsa a long time ago when you were trying to impress a girl. It didn’t quite work out but at least now you know how to dance to these kinds of songs with the woman. You look at her, smile and then nod yes.

Gloria smiles really big and tells one of the guys next to the stereo to play the song. She pulls you into the middle of the dance floor as you and her start to tell people to back up so you two have room. She steps up to you and takes your right hand in her left, you place your left hand on her waist as she places her right on your left shoulder. She smiles at you again as you two wait for the music to start.

The hyper beat of her Latin Music fills the room as you two wait for the intro to finish before you start moving. The song hits and your feet start moving right on cue stepping back and forth leading Gloria who is right in synch with your steps. She never stops smiling and you know that she is a little surprised that you remember what to do. The crowd lets out a bunch of howls as you start to twirl her, dip her and move her to the music.

As the song nears the end you suddenly dip her to you right side. As the last notes play you quickly pull her pick up from the dip and wrap your right arm around her to hold her tight to you. Gloria wraps her left arm around your back and places her right hand onto your chest as she raises her right leg against your hip. You slide your left hand down to grab and hold the leg at mid thigh against you. The entire practiced motion takes less then a second.

You both hold each other as the crowd erupts in cheers and applause. She smiles and stares at you with those beautiful brown eyes while beads of sweat form on her forehead. You remember now how tight you have her held against you. Her breasts are pressed against the right side of your chest. Her bare right leg pressed against your thigh and is held by your hand.

“That…was fun,” you stutter and quickly release her before the situation gets a reaction from you.

“Este muie bueno senior,” she says letting her Spanish accent come out.

“Gracias,” you reply with the little Spanish you know.

“I think I need a drink,” she smiles at you before turning towards the kitchen.

You shake your head and move to your recliner, kicking out the dude you find there. You sit and let out a take in a deep breath letting it out slow. You hear you name and look to your right seeing one of your friends named Tony walking up to you.

Tony is an African American man who stands a little more than six and a half feet tall. He is from a different state but had decided to come here for a Basketball scholarship he got at the college you attend. A very young chocolate skinned lady is walking just behind him. You figure it must a new girlfriend. You stand up as they get close.

The woman is shorter then Tony coming up to a little more than five and half feet tall and looks to be about eighteen maybe nineteen. Her long dark hair falls to her mid back and she looks at you with some of the most captivating dark brown eyes you have ever seen. She is a little thicker then most of the girls you know but she is in no way fat with large c-cup breast contained in a black t-shirt that covered her entire upper body. Her hips sway nicely in the blue jeans accentuating her narrow hips and nice round ass that you can tell she has even from the front. You know that it’s round not huge.

“Hey, Wes I want you to meet someone,” Tony said when he was standing in front of you. “This is my sister Krista. She’s visiting for the next two weeks.”

“Sister?” You almost cough at the realization. “Nice to meet you Krista.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Krista shakes your hand.

“So here for a visit huh?” You say. “I don’t see how you’re going to put up with this guy for two weeks.”

“Ha, ha!” Krista laughed out loud. “He knows you already Tony.”

“Man that’s just cold,” Tony said shaking his head.

“I’m also looking at colleges right now,” Krista said as soon as she was able to stop giggling. “Tony says a lot of good things about your guys school so I thought I’d come check it out.”

“Do you know what you would like to major in?” You ask.

“She wants to be a writer,” Tony says giving you a little nudge.

“Ah, my department,” you say in understanding.

“Hence ceylan escort why he wanted to introduce me to you,” she smiled.

“Ok cool, did you want to meet a few of my instructors?” You ask trying to be helpful. “I can also set you up with a meeting with my councilor.”

“Sure,” Krista. “Is Monday a good day?”

“Sure,” you nod in agreement.

Tony announces that they have to go. They both have to be up at a decent hour tomorrow. Krista smiles and waves at you before she turns and follows after her brother. You smile as her hips sway swinging her ass back and forth as she walks. You confirm what you thought about it. Nice and round.

You suck in a breath and let it out in a low whistle as forcing yourself to look away hoping no one saw you ogling her. You sit back down and rest your head against the back of the chair closing your eyes. Suddenly you feel a butt land sideways in your lap. You open your eyes and aren’t surprised to find Jenna sitting sideways on you lap with her legs dangled over the left arm of the chair.

“So have you thought about the answer?” Jenny asks giving you a sexy smile.

“Offer the lady to sit in my lap every time?” You answer.

“That’s a good enough answer,” she says wriggling her butt again. You’re prepared for it this time but still can’t control you reaction.

“Jenny, what the hell are doing in my brother’s lap?” You both look and find your sister standing at the other end of the room with a half smile and half annoyed look.

“Um… nothing,” you stammer trying to look innocent.

“Why don’t two make out and get it over with already?” Christie asks sarcastically and shaking her head in annoyance. You can tell that she’s a little tipsy.

Everyone’s eyes are on you two now causing you to get a little embarrassed. You turn to Jenny to ask her to get off but are shocked to find her giving you another sexy smile. You knew right then that your sister might be pissed at you for a while.

Jenny gives a little shrug before leaning forward and pressing her lips against yours. Your eyes open wide as the crowd erupts in howls and cheers as she kisses you. Ah fuck it, you think as you close your eyes and start kissing her back. Your right arm wraps around her back and your left grips her thigh. You use both holds on her to pull her tight against you.

Jenny sighs into your mouth and then you feel her mouth open and you let yours do the same allowing your tongues to push past the others lips. Her right hand cups the back of your next and her left hand grips your right bicep and squeezes as she continues to moan and sigh lightly. You feel her ass rubbing against your bulging dick again and realize that you can now have a small measure of revenge.

So slowly start to slide your have up her thigh until you are caressing her left hip. You don’t stay there but move your hand forward until you grip her ass cheek in your hand. She begins to whimper slightly as you caress and stroke the nice and firm butt.

You don’t stay there for long and slide your hand back to her hip. You start to slide it up and then underneath the un-tucked shirt of hers. Your hand had just barely touched the bare skin of her stomach when she breaks the kiss and pulled it out. You think for a second that maybe you had crossed the line with that but when you look at her she is still giving you that sexy smile.

“Oh my fucking god, I was just fucking kidding!” You hear your little sister bellow and cringe looking in her direction.

She didn’t look mad just a little shock. You are glad to see that she has a huge smile on her face. The other people around the room were cheering and clapping.

You look back at Jenny and see that she is smiling and blushing from the embarrassment. The cheers die down but she still lingers in your lap. She bends her head to your ear so that she can talk to you without people hearing.

“That was very nice,” she says to you. “What else can you do with that fantastic tongue of yours?”

The question catches you off guard a little and you stare at her speechless. She smiles that same little smile as she looks you in the eye with shining green ones. You shake you head and smile back at her and pull her close so she could hear you.

“I can do a lot more,” you say giving her your own version of her sexy smile. “Most are even better then what just happened.”

“Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll let you show me what some of those things are,” she says before giving you a quick peck on the cheek and then standing up.

You watch as Jenny walks through the living room into the hall heading you guess towards the kitchen with a confused smile on your face. What has gotten into her? You get up from you chair and start to head into the kitchen wanting a drink but you notice the time on the clock on the wall. It was twelve thirty. You wanted to start kicking people out in a little while. Time flies.

About around one in the morning is when you start kicking people out. Most of them were too drunk to drive so cabs had to be called but soon most of the people were gone. Only a few stragglers are left. Jenny, Maria and Gloria are among them. Mark was in the can again only this time he was throwing up instead of fucking. He actually told you that it was only a blowjob.

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You invited me over for dinner on a Thursday night. You don’t work on most Friday’s so if my visit ended late, you’d have time time to rest the next day. There was no special occasion, just two friends, sharing a meal, sharing laugh, and generally enjoying the company of the other.

The meal you cooked was delicious and we laughed throughout. Our topic of conversation ran the gamut, sometimes irrationally switching from the news of the day to why you decided which color to paint the area. We cleaned up our mess in the kitchen and moved into the living room.

You moved from your wheelchair to the couch. I smiled and looked at the time, I explained that I should be going. You pointed at the window and it just started raining heavily. I moved closer to the window and I could feel the cold damp air trying to get through the double pane glass.

Deciding to stay until the rain subsides, I take a seat beside you on the couch gladly. As I sat down, you caught me staring at your cleavage exposed by your low cut blouse. You jokingly asked me to stop staring and I remarked that I was looking at the very nice blouse you’re wearing. Blushing, I turn my eyes away and you place your hand softly under my chin to return my attention to you, whispering “it’s ok”.

I lean forward and kiss your lips, I feel the tip of your tongue run over my lips. My tongue meets yours and as we kiss our tongues playfully push against the other. I feel your hand rubbing against my inner thigh moving towards the sizable bulge in my pants. My right hand begins to rub against your breasts and I hear you moan. I pull back suddenly. I turn my eyes to yours and ask straightforward if you want me to be your first. You nod, your hand gripping my shirt pulling me back to your lips.

My hands sliding under your shirt, rub upwards against your bare skin, eventually lifting your blouse over your head. I pull down on the cups of your bra to expose your breast, your nipples fully erect. I lower my head down to kiss your breasts and suckle your nipples, while my arms reach around you to unclip your bra, finally able to slide the shoulder straps down your arms to get it out of the way. I go back to suckling on your nipples, your moans getting louder as your ran your fingers through my hair.

At this point I find myself kneeling on the floor in front of you as you sit on the couch. I undo the top button on your pants and begin to lower the zipper as I look up at you, as though looking for approval. You look anxious and nod, your breathing heavy. I slip all my fingers under your pants and panties at your sides and slowly pull them off your body. I pull you towards me so you sit on the front edge of the couch.

I spread your legs open and trail the tip of my index finger between the lips of your labia upwards to your clitoris. You’re already so wet but you get even more so as my fingers slowly run up and down the walls of your vagina. You arch back against the couch, your hands gripping the couch.

My head lowers enough so I can slowly lick at your clit, while my second and third digits penetrate deep inside you. You moan loudly at the penetration, demanding I not stop, my fingers begin to move in and out of you while the tip of my tongue traces around the base of your clit, flicking at it. You’re unable to hold back, your body begins to shake and your grip on the cushions of the couch get tighter. Your body wraps around my fingers tight as they continue to probe your vagina. You tilt your head upwards as you let out a loud yes, your whole body seemingly shivers.

Your juices spill into my mouth and down my chin. You continue to spasm while your sweet liquid continues to flow from your body and onto the front of the couch.

Your hands grip against the fabric of the couch as you writhe and your body spasms, my fingers inside you, held nearly still deep inside you. My tongue begins to lap against your clit again and in another sudden burst, you reach climax gürsu escort unexpectedly. Your muscles tighten and relax around my fingers while your arch back against the backrest. Your eyes rolled backwards, your mouth agape, and I watch happily as your tongue traces the inside of your upper lip.

I rise up licking my lips and slowly draw fingers out of you, your juices still dripping from my chin. You take quick shallow breaths and I ask if you want something bigger. You moan a loud “yesss”. I shift on the ground to position myself between your legs, my hips at the same height as yours and impatiently undo the buttons and zipper of my pants. Then you see it, my throbbing member, fully erect and the head pressed against the lips of your labia.

I ask you if you’re ready, and nodding you begin to inhale. I ask you to breathe normal and relax your muscles, otherwise, this may hurt. I watch and smile as you try to control your breathing while I use my hand to rub the tip between the walls of your wet vagina. You mumble something indiscernible and nod, shifting forward while I tease you.

I lean forward to suck on your right breast as my member penetrates you slowly. You turn your head to the side, grasping at the couch seat, moaning loudly. Your eyes turn upwards again as you begin to give a scream while my tongue swirls around the base of your erect nipple. The initial pain disappears and is replaced by pleasure.

My left hand cups your right breast as turn my mouth to your left breast, pushing deeper inside you. I tell you how you’re so tight. You mumble and moan, your back arched back as far as you can go against the backrest of the couch.

My hip moves forward and back, my hard rod disappearing in your body. Your breathing become more shallow but you manage to say sharply that you want more, wrapping your arms around my neck. I thrust deep into you and pull out at a faster pace. As wet as you are, your body still wraps tightly around me, like a tight glove.

I run my hands down the side of your body and wrap them under your thighs. I grin and slowly pull out of you just before I lift you up enough to turn you around, bending you over the couch seat.

I spread your legs apart and guide my member back inside your waiting vagina. You bite into the couch, trying to muffle your scream as I penetrate you. You push the palm of your hands against the back rest of the couch as I push deep inside you and then slowly pull out.

I lean forward to whisper in your ear that I’m going to cum deep inside you. You moan, don’t stop and that you want more. Unable to hold back, I arch back during a deep thrust and the feeling of you tightly wrapped around me is overwhelming. My entire body begins to tense and you feel my fingers grab onto your waist, my fingers dig into your skin, leaving imprints.

I pull out only to push back inside you and my seed fills deep inside you. I scream, gripping you harder, making you scream out. I continue to pulse inside you before slowly pulling out, our juices mixing inside you and some of it escapes down your leg as the tip of my member pulls out. I lift you up onto the couch once again, laying you on your side.

I look into your eyes and smile before giving you a kiss. I tell you that the night is still early if you want more lessons…

After laying you back on the couch, I slide onto the couch behind you, our bodies pressed close as be both lay on our sides. You rest your head on my left arm, wrapped around your body as my other hand brushes over your soft skin.

I ask if you’re having a good night so far and you grin explaining how you’re glad you invited me over for dinner. I begin to kiss your neck and your shoulder while my right hand trails down the side of your body resting between your legs. My fingers part your wet lips and you begin to breath heavy, almost purring at my touch.

Your right arm reaches back, your hand rubbing down the hendek escort side of my body. You reach for my member and begin to stroke it, your fingers gripping around it tight. I can’t help but become aroused by your touch as I keep kissing the back of your neck, my fingers probing you now, you begin to whimper.

I whisper in your ear that I want to make you cum with my fingers. You nod, your moans becoming louder while you continue to stroke me into full erection. I push forward, the tip of my hard member brushing against your naked back.

My second and third digits slip in and out of you at the same time they rub against your clit. Your breathing becomes erratic, sometimes heavy, sometimes held back, all the while you whimper, telling me don’t stop. I drag my tongue against your neck, watching you open your mouth wide, to let out a loud moan and then you scream out yessss!

Your whole body trembles, your fingers gripping tight around my shaft and you trap my fingers inside you as you cum. Your fluids drip over my fingers and down your body. I slowly pull my fingers out, dragging my hand against your skin. You continue to moan and whimper, shifting your body on the couch, inching closer to the edge. I keep my left arm wrapped around you and use my right arm to wrap around your waist to keep you from falling off the couch.

I softly kiss the back of your shoulder and sniffing your hair. As I hold you close, my thick rod rubs against your back. I whisper in your ear asking again if you’re having a good night. You smile, saying the night isn’t over but yes you’re having a good night.

Your body shivers at my touch while my body rubs against yours as you recover from your last orgasm. Your arm reaches back to me, feeling up and down my body. Your hand spends a great deal of time rubbing against my hip reveals your intent but my body is pressed so close against yours, there’s no room for you grasp my member, rock hard and resting against your back.

When I hear that you’ve caught your breath, I ask if you want to continue our evening together in your bedroom. You smile and shyly say yes. You reach for your chair but before you could, I pick you up in my arms. Surprised, you look at me and smile, wrapping your arms around my neck.

I walk into the hallway and into your bedroom. The room seems bright even with all the lights inside turned off. The moon is shining brightly through the windows with a break in the rain outside.

I brush the covers aside before laying you on your stomach on your bed, you rest the side of your head on one of the available pillows. I quickly crawl on top of you, my hard rod pressing on your back and resting between the cheeks of your buttocks. I kiss your neck as you reach both arms around, grabbing at me. I whisper in you’re ear if you’re ready. Impatiently, you say yes, you want more.

I sit up, my legs straddling yours. In one swift movement, I collect a nearby pillow and slide it under your stomach. This lifts your hip higher and I use my hands to gently spread your legs apart, rubbing your wet pussy. My fingers spread your lips apart as I guide my member into your waiting hole. You pull your arms up beside your head, gripping the sheets under you, trying to control your moans by biting into the pillow.

You begin to moan louder as my member slowly penetrates you deeper. You’re so wet but your body tightens around me and it feels amazing. I rest my hands against your hips as I begin to thrust in and out of you. Your moans turn into screams, demanding I don’t stop.

I push in and out of you. Faster. Harder. At times, so impatient to move faster, I accidentally pull out only to drive deep inside you again. In the middle of telling me not to stop, you suddenly pause, holding your breath, eyes closed, you grip the bed in your hands before letting out a loud scream saying you’re cumming.

Your body tightens around me and I’m unable to ilkadım escort hold back. I let out a scream, saying I’m cumming inside you. You tell me to fill you and I push in and out of you wildly as my seed fills you deep. I collapse on top of you before rolling onto my side, looking into your eyes. We rub our hands over each other as we try to catch our breath.

I ask if you’re tired. You say yes. I ask if you want me to sleep here with you. Without hesitation, you say yes, your fingers, wrapping in between mine. We both smile, my left arm inches under your head while you rest the side of your face against my chest. I reach down with my other arm to pull the covers over us. As you begin to close your eyes, I whisper, when are you going to invite me back for dinner. You smile and sigh, closing your eyes and rest your head against my chest as I wrap both arms around you.

It was nearly 4am when you woke up, our bodies still pressed against one another, my front against your back. You turned around to face me, running your hands over my bare skin while gently nipping at my chest.

My eyes open to see you entertaining yourself and I smile. I run my hand resting on your hip up to your chest to rub against your breast. Teasingly, I trap your hardening nipples between my fingers.

I whisper that I thought you wanted to rest. You whisper back, that you’re rested enough, while dragging your hand down the side of my body, before resting on my member. I smile, looking into your eyes, giving off a small moan as you begin to stroke me in your hand. I ask if you want to continue this in the shower. You nod your head in agreement.

I slide off the bed and pick you up in my arms then walk towards the bathroom. You stretch to switch the lights on. As we walk into the shower area, I pull the curtain closed behind us while I softly seat you down near the shower jets.

Water rushes out at us when I turn the water handles. As I adjust the warm and cold taps, you pull at my hard member, motioning for me to move closer. As I do, you lean forward, using my body to balance yourself as you open your mouth and take me in. I moan, saying this feels so good. You run your tongue over the tip and down the shaft. Your hand grips at the base as you bob your head to and fro taking me deep in your mouth, my tip, brushes against the back of your throat.

Mmmm it feels so good. I ask you to stop for a moment. I kneel down on the shower floor, using my arms to pull you down onto the floor with me. The water continues to soak us both but we seem to ignore it. I shift and twist under you until I’m laying back flat against the shower floor and your body rests above mine but our heads point in opposite directions. I ask if you’ve ever done 69 before. You answer no but I’ve always wanted to. I pull your legs apart and grab you by the hips to pull you towards me so I can eat you out. You continue to pleasure me with your mouth as my fingers penetrate both your holes.

My tongue begins to flick against your clit while my fingers probe you. I lift my head upwards running my tongue against your vaginal walls. I feel your body tremble and you give out a scream. Your sweet juices flood out of your body and onto my lips and chin. I lap you up like a thirsty pup, all the while you’re sucking on my member. I tell you that I’m ready to explode in your mouth. You say, yes fill my mouth. I tilt my head upward, giving off a loud moan, my load emptying into your mouth, you try drinking every drop and continue to lick the sensitive tip.

I slowly withdraw my fingers from inside you and you give off a sigh. We sit together on the floor while the water drops over us. I pick you up in my arms again and say that we should finish our shower and stop wasting water. You smile in agreement and we scrub each other clean. Paying extra attention to certain areas of each others anatomy. Seemingly finding each other clean enough to off of, we test that by nipping at each other.

You shut the water off while I grab towels for us and we dry each other off. I cradle you in my arms out of the bathroom and back to bed. We lay there in each others arms smiling and giggling until the sun rose, filling the room with light. Until finally, we both fell asleep again.

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Her blouse came off, followed quickly by her bra. Ann’s smile never left. I looked, savoring the look of her. I already knew her breasts looked slightly heavy, with oblong areola and nipples that pointed forward. The skin of her chest had no tan lines and no tan except for a slight darkening in a “V” where the conservative neckline of blouses may have let a little sunshine in on occasion. Blue veins were visible around her areola and the lower parts of her breasts and I determined to spend some time tracing those lines with my fingers and tongue.

“Most men are in a hurry when a woman starts undressing.” Ann said.

“Most men aren’t me. I’m savoring the look of you. I’m thinking, anticipating what is to come, while I enjoy what already is.”

“Please shut up and help us get naked.”

“Always willing to help.” I moved closer and while we kissed her arms wrapped around my shoulders and she pressed her chest against mine. My hands started at her waist, then cupped her butt, squeezing and slightly lifting her.

In the second kiss my hands moved between us and opened the button and drew down the zipper of her pants.

“Oh, kind sir, it seems I have a wardrobe malfunction!”

“Oh, may I help you with that?” I asked, then kissed her again. She nodded. I ended the kiss and dropped to my knees. My hands grasped the waistband of her pants and drew them slowly down, over her hips and then all the way to the floor while I also kissed lots of the freshly exposed skin. She was wearing a pair of white, boy-leg, lacy panties.

“You like?” She asked.

“I love how they look.”

I helped her out of the panties and stood up. My interest was pushing on the inside of my jeans like it wanted freedom. Ann noticed and liberated my interest, aiming it and me toward our bed.

She pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me, straddling my hips and pinning my cock against, but not in, her pussy. “Do you need to always be the aggressor?” She asked.

“Not always, but often.” My hands held her breasts and squeezed hard enough that when I pulled she came to me rather than my hands slipping off. We kissed again.

“You like foreplay?” She asked between kisses.

“And fiveplay, sixplay and sevenplay.” I shifted her and kissed her breasts, from collarbones south, lifting them one at a time to kiss under them. Suddenly I flipped her onto her back and continued kissing and caressing her breasts.

“Ben, I’m not saying stop what you’re doing, but could you be inside me, please?” She added to her request by kissing me and having her tongue explore the inside of my mouth.

We joined slowly and tenderly. The intensity built slowly and until I was within a minute of exploding inside her we weren’t even breathing hard. Then I lifted her legs, holding near her ankles and increased the force and power of my thrusts into her.

Just as I felt my spunk pushing out of me and into Ann she grabbed my nipples and pinched hard! The sudden pain and surprise increased the power of my orgasm and I grunted like a bear in ecstasy. I was looking at her face and she smiled up at me, pleased with her self.

She rolled me onto my side and grabbed four or five tissues from the bedside table. She used them to catch the flow from her opening. She turned and took my cock in her mouth and licked, sucked and hummed as I tried to calm down.

When she released my cock from her mouth she said, “Diane doesn’t need to taste my juices on your cock when she gets home.”

“You tasted her juices last night. Are you saying I should do something so you don’t taste each other on me?”

“No. I’m sure we’ll both get used to tasting each other on you and directly. I just meant tonight. I wanted some one-on-one time and I’d bet she does too. Giving each other one-on-one time is something we’ll work out.”

“Do you want or need one-on-one time with Diane?” I asked. Hidden in the question was a question about them playing with each other.

She looked at me for a while without answering. Then she smiled and said, “Probably, but not for a couple of months. We’ve had months of time together, sharing dinners, coffee and girl’s night out talking about men in general and you in specific.”

At 7:45 we got off the bed, opened the windows and then showered quickly. We dressed and when Diane walked in she saw us sitting on the couch watching TV. She carried a metal pan from the café.

We sat at the table and ate. Chicken and dumplings with peas and a small salad. Diane told us about her day.

“The lunch crowd came in and were talking about the fire over in Smith County last night. A barn burnt down. No animals were hurt or killed. The barn was a total loss. On Saturday and Sunday there’s a barn raising. Everyone is to bring their tools and help.”

“We’ll be there, won’t we?” I asked.

Diane said, “It’s a tough call for me. What I do best doesn’t involve a hammer or a saw. I cook, but if I show up with a hundred sandwiches I lose money. I have to close up the café and supply a hundred sandwiches.” She paused. “I’ll kadirli escort be there.”

“Ann?” I asked.

“I’m not good with tools. I don’t own a hammer. I’ll be there as a gofer.”

“Do we go together?” I asked.

Ann said, “I want to go together. We’re already not a secret. If we hide we’re saying we’re doing something wrong.”

Diane said, “I had a lull today and spent time on the computer. I ordered t-shirts for us! If they get here in time we can wear them Saturday or Sunday.”

“T-shirts?” I asked.

“Yes! Printed in big letters on the front Ann’s t-shirt says, “I’m with HIM!” My shirt says, “I’m with HIM!” Your t-shirt says, “I’m with BOTH of them!” All three shirts are royal blue.”

“That puts it right out there and says we are not ashamed of what we’re doing.” I said. In my mind I wondered if we were opening up major problems for ourselves. I wondered just how socially conservative the town, the county, really were.

At that moment the phone rang. I answered, “This is Ben.”

“And this is Solomon. Is it true that two women slept in your home last night?” His tone and energy said judgment to me. I couldn’t just let it be.

“How many women slept in your house last night?” I asked. Both female faces I could see looked shocked when I asked.

“Two! My wife and my daughter.”

I said, “Two. Neither is my wife or daughter.”

“You admit it!” His voice was raised.

“Did I break a state or federal law?” I asked.

“Not that I know of. But, some people will not approve.”

“Some people think buying anything but a John Deere tractor is a sin, too. Others still eat fish on Fridays and think people are bad for having a steak. I can’t live my life living by someone else’s rules all the time.”

“I like John Deere tractors and I get your point. Anyway, what are your intentions?” Solomon asked.

“I intend to work nine and a half hours tomorrow, Thursday and Friday, go to the barn raising this weekend, wash and wax my truck and play a little too. How about you, Solomon?”

“I’m worried. If people don’t like what you’re doing it could mean they stop doing business with the Feed and Grain.”

“Let’s say it does effect the bottom line. How big a drop in the bottom line will get me fired?”

“I’m not saying I’m going to fire you! I like you. I’m just worried. I’ve had six phone calls telling me that two women spent the night with you last night. One of the calls said both women are there again tonight.”

“That says to me that both adult women decided to be here of their own free will. Solomon, I love my job. I love living in this town and I like having you as a boss. However, who I love, when I love, and why I love are really none of anyone’s business as long as everything we do is consensual. Am I right?”

“You are. Sorry I bothered you. See you at the store tomorrow!” The connection broke from his end.

Both Ann and Diane had moved closer to me as I talked to Solomon. After I hung up the phone I asked Diane, “Have you seen a decrease in your business?”

“Nope.” We both looked at Ann.

She said, “People talk to me at work for two reasons, to get something fixed or when they pay their bills. That hasn’t changed and won’t. If you don’t pay your bill we shut off your utilities. If you want the electricity fixed you must talk to me.”

“Has anyone said anything about us to you?” Diane asked.

“Yes. Mr. McDonald came in to pay his bill and he said I looked happier than he’s seen me look in a while. I smiled and thanked him for saying so. He asked if he should call Ben and thank him for the smile on my face. Then he blushed.”

I said, “He didn’t call. McDonald lives about four miles north of town. Gossip travels quickly.”

“His wife is part of the grange wives club.” Diane added.

Before ten the three of us were in bed playing and reinforcing our bonds of affection. We had talked about getting a bigger bed, about sleeping at Diane’s place and Ann’s place and about the barn raising on Saturday. Ann set the alarm next to the bed for five-thirty. Together we focused on Diane and helped her enjoy four screaming orgasms before we spooned against each other and went to sleep.

Wednesday night we slept at Ann’s and she made dinner. Thursday night we slept at Diane’s and she brought dinner home from the café. Each night we brought clothes and things to the houses, making life easier for us to live in all three houses. After we ate Friday night Diane brought up the subject of moving.

She said, “Next week your rent is due on the cottage. It seems nuts for you to pay me rent on a house we both live in. It also seems nuts that all three of us pay for housing and most of the time we aren’t in any one of the houses.”

Ann added, “What if we look for a bigger place where we could live together and save money?”

“You think we could do that? What about all the wagging tongues in town?” I asked. I noticed how difficult it was to speak clearly with my tongue in my cheek.

“They’ll kapaklı escort get over it by the time we’re seventy.” Diane said, smiling.

“Is there a place we can buy or rent in town?” I asked.

“I can call Marybeth, the realtor, tomorrow. There may be a big house that is available. If there is maybe we can talk to the owners and rent it.” Ann said.

On Saturday Diane went to the café and made breakfast, as usual. Ann and I gathered tools and wore grubby clothes with our new t-shirts. We arrived at the farm by nine. Two stake side trucks were being unloaded when we arrived. Lumber, siding, nails and cans of paint were being stacked and families were starting work on the new barn. The clean up of the burnt barn and ashes was already done.

I was put on a nailing detail, nailing siding on the barn when it was framed, until that started I was muscle helping lift and hold the posts and beams into place. Ann joined the ladies auxiliary inside the farm house making food and whatever else they did.

At about ten-thirty, six women came out of the house carrying glasses and pitchers of lemonade. Ann was one of the six. She looked for me and made a bee-line for me and the five men I was teamed with. When she stood by me it was obvious from our shirts we were together.

A man from Smith County that I hadn’t known before looked at the two of us, smiled and asked, “Where’s the other one?”

Ann smiled at him and asked, “Other one, what?”

“Aren’t you the folks who are the cause of a lot of gossip lately?” He asked, pointing at our shirts.

She kept smiling and said, “I don’t know. People don’t tell me much gossip. What are people saying?”

“That there are three people, a man and two women, living together like there’s nothing wrong with it.”

I asked, “And if three people want to live together, love together and support each other there’s something wrong with that?”

He shook his head, held his arms out wide and said, “I was married for twelve years to one woman. Hardest thing I ever did was live with her and try to make her happy. I don’t see how it would be possible to live with two women, much less keep them happy.”

Ann poured him some more lemonade and said, “Making me happy isn’t Ben’s job. My happiness is my job. We’re a partnership. My job is to do what I can to help his life work for him, to help Diane’s life work for her and they each do what they can to make sure my life works for me. Diane spends lots of her time cooking. I do what I can so she isn’t overwhelmed when she gets off work with the other things that need doing.”

We were out of lemonade. Ann took the glasses and the empty pitcher and went back inside… after I got a wonderful kiss and an “I love you.” We went back to work. For the next two hours the conversation around me was about loving two women. I did my best to answer their questions and still maintain some privacy for us.

One of the men did ask the question, just as I said someone would. “You doing both of them?” I answered just as I said I would, “If you could, wouldn’t you?” The men on the team with me nodded and we moved on.

Diane arrived just before lunch and unloaded her minivan of trays of sandwiches. As we all ate she told me the ladies of the grange paid her for the sandwiches. During lunch the sheriff announced that he believed the fire that burnt the barn was arson. That announcement took the focus off us and onto the questions “Why?” and “Who?” There were no answers.

We worked until it was starting to get dark then left all our tools right where they were and went home. Leaving the tools was, I was told, a promise to be back the next day. Ann had spent the afternoon outside the farm house being a gofer for whatever the men needed. At various times I saw her carrying siding planks, bags of nails, tools and doing clean up. As we drove home she was pretty quiet and when I glanced over, she was asleep. When I parked at Ann’s house I dialed Diane on my cell and asked her to meet us at Ann’s. I said I was taking the three of us to dinner in The City.

Ann and I went into Ann’s and cleaned up. An hour later Diane showed up in a dress and we drove to The City. The three of us were well fed and in bed before eleven. All three of us were at the barn raising by eight-thirty.

Our triad was not a topic of conversation at the barn. The men talked about the barn, the weather, crops, the upcoming election and if the schools should adopt uniforms. None of the topics reached a consensus except the weather. The agreement was, no rain until September.

By dark Sunday night the barn was up, painted and drying. We slept together at Diane’s that night.

Over the next three months the community around us got used to us living together. When we rented a house together, I didn’t hear anything from customers of the F&G. Diane didn’t hear negative comments from her customers and neither did Ann. The house we rented included a barn big enough that we used it as a place to park our three vehicles. I didn’t hear a single karacabey escort twig snap.

In our town mail was not delivered. On the north end of town a small building bore the sign, “U.S. Postal Service”. Inside, everyone had a mailbox. I went to the post office once a week to see what might be in my mail box. I never got letters from my parents, siblings or other relatives. As far as I knew I didn’t have any living relatives. I got ads from real estate agents in Florida, A Ford Dealer in The City, stores that were having sales and notices from local fundraisers like the Girl Scouts selling cookies. I always bought three boxes of cookies.

One day I opened the box and saw a letter postmarked Virginia. Only one person in Virginia knew where I was: SMgt Jose’ Garcia. I opened the envelope and read, “Ben, Things have reached the stage where getting out, retiring, is appropriate. My wife and I haven’t spent much time talking about where to retire or when. Now the decision time is here. Can the area where you are support one more classic pick-up with a family?” The letter was signed Jose’.

I called his office and the young man who answered said First Sergeant Franklin had gone home for the day. My friend had been replaced. I called Jose’ at home. We talked and I promised to see what work and housing was available in my area.

The very next day I got a visit from a man from the county. He wanted to know if he could interest me in moving twelve miles to the county seat and talking over the management of the county warehouse. I told him I had a friend who was looking for a job like that and I knew him well. He gave me contact information to pass along. It was passed along before he got back to his office.

A week later I checked my mail again and opened another letter from Jose’.

“Ben, Get ready. I will be officially retired as of the first of the month. Kasumi and I will be headed your way on the first. I accepted the job with the county and start on the eighth. Maybe you can help us find a place to rent for a few months? I know your woman knows your secret. I’d appreciate it if no one knows mine.” He signed it, “Jose'”.

Marybeth found a home for them to rent and think about buying. They arrived at our new home on the third. We had dinner at the café and Diane fed them fajitas. On the fifth the moving van showed up and we helped them move into their home. The three women became friends as we moved them in. Their home was twelve miles from ours.

Late that night after we were home and in bed Ann said, “Jose’ is more than just a friend.” It was a question and it was a statement.

I said, “I met him when we were both working in a warehouse. We’ve been friends ever since then.”

Diane asked, “Was he hurt, too?”

“No. He retired by choice, not medical necessity.”

The conversation was over. We went to sleep. Four hours later I heard a twig snap. Even with the help of Ann and Diane I didn’t go back to sleep. At the F&G the next day I took a call and Ann’s voice said, “Kasumi knows and knowing strengthened the bond between them. She didn’t tell us. We listen to what isn’t said as well as listening and watching. He doesn’t look like your brother, but we know he is. We love you.”

I stopped hearing twigs snap for almost a year. Jose’ and Kasumi became close friends and we enjoyed retirement. I remember my Dad saying, “Sometime the lull isn’t the lull before the storm, but don’t count on it.”

Both Jose’ and I were invited to go hunting. The first time was when Mr. McDonald invited me to go elk hunting with him. As it happened Diane was with us when I was invited. She knew the odds were really good that if I went I’d get an elk. She told me how much she would like to have the meat to use in the café. Reluctantly, I agreed to go. Jack McDonald lent me a rifle. I took it home and worked it over for four evenings before the weekend we went hunting.

When we arrived at the spot where we would leave Jack’s truck there were eight other trucks. Jose’ and two of his neighbors were there. One look and I knew he was as close to laughing as I was. None of the men we were with knew anything about sneaking up on prey. Our tags were for antlered elk, meaning males.

With ten men getting ready to spread out and begin a weekend hunt Jack asked, “Same rules as last year?”

Jose’ asked, “Rules?”

“Every guy puts in a hundred dollars. First elk over three hundred pounds gets five hundred. Biggest elk gets the rest.”

Our wallets came out and Jack collected a hundred per man for eleven men. He then announced, “The hunt ends at dark Sunday night. To count the animal must be weighed in the field and seen by three of us.”

Ten minutes later Jack and I were walking away from the parking lot. He acted as my mentor all day. I saw three bull elk. Jack wouldn’t let me shoot them. He said they were too far away. Using the .300 Winchester he was right. They were at the kill limit distance for such a small weapon.

Saturday we saw two bulls fighting. The larger of the two had a rack with four tines on each side. When the fight was over he gathered three cows to him and headed west. I told Jack I wanted to follow him and see if I could get close enough for a shot. He said he would follow the loser, who was injured and we agreed that if we got a kill we’d email the coordinates and meet at the kill.

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Saskia wished she had her camera. She pulled away from Matt’s ear, and her whispered bombshell exploded all over his face. Behind, in the departure lounge, his stag-mates moaned their “get-a-room” witless jeers. Except for his best friend Billie. Her big, dark eyes scowled thunder.

Matt coughed. “You want me to fuck Billie?”

“Yep. No. Don’t just fuck her, use your imagination. Actually use her imagination, it’s dirtier.”

“I know, but—”

“There we are, then. Do it. This week, in Vegas. Because…” Saskia kissed him, and grabbed the front of his jeans. “After we’re married, you never will.” She squeezed. “Ever.”

Matt groaned. “What if I don’t want to?”

“Then do it for her.”

“What if she doesn’t want to? “

“Seriously? You’re an underwear model. And look at the pout on her.”

“She’s just cross we won’t let her be the stripper.”

“Well. Now she can be. But one condition. You film it. And we watch it together, after.”

“Fucking hell, Sasquatch.”

“Yes it’s awful isn’t it? Do it. Get it out of your system. Or I can’t be with you. Go on. Seize the moment.” Saskia patted her man’s arse and sent him off to his doom and a rowdy cheer from his mates.

Billie and Saskia locked eyes. Saskia winked, then blew a kiss, a bravado undermined somewhat by the lump in her throat.

#

After they’d gone, Saskia was fidgety. She decided to keep herself busy and work on her fine-art portfolio, taking her camera for a walk along the canal to shoot some of the eccentric houseboats she imagined would be moored along the towpath. Except they were all corporate kitsch holiday rentals. Which looked like fate was telling her to stick to fashion – stick to photographing Matt in expensive shorts – which sent her mood into a tailspin.

He would be away for four days, and it had been just fifteen hours.

Had they done ‘it’ already? On the plane maybe, standing doggie in the loo. Billie’s football buttocks happy-slapping against Matt’s hips. Begging for it deeper, harder. Not yelping in discomfort with every shove, until he lost his erection. Saskia’s stomach knotted. Then she saw the longboat.

The mad craft – moored in a basin with the hulls of others waiting for repair – was so peppered in portholes it was more a floating conservatory than a house-boat. Its interior stuffed with verdant green, bulging out of open windows and pressed against closed ones, as if trying to escape.

She pointed and clicked, pointed and clicked, seeking the blanked out bliss of creativity to protect her from the torment of her imagination. But the subject wasn’t quite absorbing enough, and her imagination way too cruel.

Perhaps, the minute they arrived in their cheesy, sleazy Vegas strip hotel, Matt threw Billie on the bed, tore off her panties and ate her senseless. She probably yanked her sweet bald pussy lips apart and puffed out a great orgasm, rubbing it all over his face, loving it, no care for hygiene, never getting the giggles until the mood evaporated.

Saskia slumped on a slope of meadow leading down to the waters edge, kicking off her flip-flops and digging her toes in the grass. She tore tufts out with her hands, camera forgotten in her lap.

Or was Billy eating Matt? Right now? Humming in slippery relish. Fluidly milking him. Not scraping his cock raw with her teeth until he couldn’t bear it any longer.

Saskia growled, closed her eyes and tilted her face to the sun. A breeze was small comfort. She pulled her skirt up over her knees and let the air cool her. There was no-one around to witness her indecency.

Maybe they were doing all these things. Maybe they were practicing everything first, so they could film the best one. That’s what she’d do. Saskia would get Billie naked, first. Start slow, kiss her nipples or stroke her pert breasts or something, lick the dip of her spine, bite her bottom. See what she liked, what lathered her up. Then, when she was good and-

God. Saskia was a nutcase asking them to do this.

She buried her cheeks in her knees and watched the plant-stuffed boat, her subject, bob up and down on the water.

No. Saskia had to be brave. Rather address the fact, now, that Matt’s best friend was a pretty little slut with a shameless porn habit. Rather than later, when it was too late. If they “discovered” each other, well, at least she’d made her stand.

Something was wrong with that boat. It was the only one moving. Saskia shaded her eyes and tried to see into its dark portholes.

It was too far away, on the opposite side of the canal, but the foliage against one of the windows seemed to move more than the others.

Then a bare foot popped up, pressed to the glass, holding aside the curtain of leaves. Saskia smiled. Now that was a shot!

She lifted her camera and zoomed in. It was a female foot, with rings around its toes, disconnected from its body by the dimness of the interior.

Gradually, tracing back from ankle to knee, to thigh, Saskia built a picture of the rest of the leg. karaköprü escort It was flopped aside on a narrow bunk and- God, the woman was… No…

Saskia zoomed again and refocused, looking as deep as she could inside. Busy fingers, a heaving belly and wobbling breasts . Then right in the dimmest distance, a leonine face. A crystalline glint in hooded eyes.

Looking back.

Saskia’s lips parted, a voyeuristic thrill wriggled through her, but she didn’t shift her gaze, feeling as safe behind her lens as a keyhole. The woman didn’t falter either, watching Saskia from the protection of her bushes. The energy of an unexpected delight crackled between them.

Saskia’s hands trembled, her heart thumping at her ribs as if reminding her how improper this was, watching a woman secretly pleasure herself. And she definitely was, her body winding itself against the quick rub of her fingers. Not counting the crushingly embarrassing porn she had watched once with Matt, Saskia had only ever watched herself do this; and even then it had been a hands-in-knickers thing.

“Cum,” she murmured, biting her lip. “Go on, cum.”

Then the woman’s eyes screwed shut and her toes curled. Her hips arched off the bunk. Her hand flapped, two fingers plunged.

Saskia gasped. Her finger twitched. Click. Then before she knew it, she was marching away across the grass.

#

Two glasses of wine later and she finally dared look at her downloaded photos. Even then, she hovered her mouse over the last one, unable to open it, as if to do so was admitting infidelity.

With a sting of guilt she realised she hadn’t thought of Matt and Billie for hours. She wondered if Billie did get to strip after all. If she’d done it already. Fingering herself for Matt’s delight, for her own delight, dribbling wet to the knees. Without being begged too, without giving up after ten minutes with numb bits.

Saskia crossed her legs, and opened the photo…

It was a bit soft. Quite Beautiful for it though, like a Klimt. Framed by the circular porthole, sweet jewelled toes in the foreground, curled. Leg muscles taut and spread thighs caught in the frantic upward push against a blurring hand; two digits sunk to the knuckle between. Beyond that, a tipped chin, mouth caught in a silent cry. Actually, not ‘quite’ beautiful at all. Gorgeous.

Saskia sat back to admire her work. Only when her gaze finally moved away from the gory focal point, did she notice the reflection in the glass of the porthole.

Her own reflection, caught bright in the sunlight. A Warhol-blonde gazelle in a black dress, behind a massive camera. She caught a breath. Oh no. Creamy bare legs, raised and brazenly presenting the gusset of white knickers, dazzling in the sun.

She glugged her wine, as if that might clear her rush of dizziness. Her cheeks prickled hot with what this might mean. Had the woman had been aroused by Saskia? By that unwittingly provocative pose? Had Saskia made another woman cum?

Her heart hammered half out of her chest. A warm tingle swelled around her abdomen, and leaked below. She swung on her swivel chair, left and right, left and right, sliding her finger in and out of her brand new, loose, engagement ring. Then she zoomed in to the picture, filling the screen with the woman’s finger-plundered sex.

Her phone buzzed, and she all but fell off her chair. A text from Matt!

“Babe, you gotta see this. Billie chose the stripper: Barbie Monroe.”

A photo: A tall, slim, nearly naked woman with a platinum Bob and tiny wedding veil. From the back, winking over her shoulder, pulling lace panties down to reveal her porn star ass. A Vegas strip-o-gram version of Saskia.

Billie. You bitch.

Saskia thumbed back: “U 2 dun it yet?”

Saskia moved her laptop cursor around her zoomed-in erotic photo, jiggling at the woman’s bits and causing an odd empathy tickle in her own

Matt replied: “Nope. Asked her tho. She said in morning. U sure bout this, Sasquatch?”

Saskia chucked her phone. They were really going to do it? Of course they were. Saskia had practically said the wedding was off if they didn’t.

Oblivious to Saskia’s pain, the woman spread herself on the screen. A moment of sexual approval stretched out to infinity. At that moment that person was more excited by Saskia than anyone had ever been.

They’d warned her, never expect to impress a model. Especially a much-adored underwear model, like Matt. He only got properly hard in a mirror, or the camera. No-one was surprised when he asked his photographer to marry him.

Fuck Billie. Fuck Matt. She wriggled off her underwear and lifted her skirt to let the light of the picture, of the frozen moment, bathe her secret places.

She curled toes over the edge of the desk, and slid fingers lightly up her thigh.

#

The next day, Saskia woke late and to a squirm of shame at how she’d behaved.

Waiting for the bath to run, she checked her phone. Nothing from Matt. Then karatay escort she checked her laptop in case they’d emailed a video or something. Maybe they’d done it, got it all out of their system. Maybe there was a sloppy sixty-nine waiting for her: Billie grinding an orgasm out on Matt’s girl-glossed lips, licking cum off his cock with a messy mouth. No last minute withdrawal and tossing him off into a tissue, for her.

Nothing. Just the image she’d minimised before going to bed last night. Christ, she’d cum like a banshee, and more than once. What was the matter with her?

Her dastardly fingers opened it again to a liquid pull in her belly. Fuck. Look at that lovely abandon. Saskia’s fingers fluffed at her bush. Then she gasped, stamped her foot and stormed to the bathroom.

It was only halfway through a soapy scrubbing, when she noticed she wasn’t wearing her ring, which was too big and fell off easily. She shouldn’t really be wearing it. Then with a sinking of inevitability, she reckoned she knew where it was. A place she had left in a panic.

Twenty minutes later, Saskia was standing on the deck of the planted boat with her fist in the air, trying to force it to knock on the little wooden doors.

The ring was nowhere to be seen on the grass bank and she hoped maybe the woman in the boat might have picked it up. A useless idea, and a terrifying prospect, but she couldn’t let a potentially awkward situation get in the way of her most prized possession.

However, there was no innocent explanation for dressing exactly the same as the day before. And only wicked explanations for deciding at the last minute not to bother with underwear; for which the unfamiliar breeze around her hidden clefts was a constant, silent reproach.

Her heart did the knocking for her it seemed, as the door suddenly opened.

“Hi, I’m Aela!” said the woman, “I hoped you’d come back, would you like some tea?” She tugged at a rumpled, shapeless white cotton frock, clearly having just dressed.

“Saskia,” Saskia said, then her head emptied. Aela had a soft vitality to her that put Saskia’s gym body to shame, and something about her just made you want to smile. For a moment Saskia really did believe that she was here for tea.

Aela clawed back a wet mane of tawny hair and blinked brightly, eyes like blooms. Then she snorted and squeezed Saskia’s arm. “Oh don’t be shy, hon. We’re both grownups. I had a diddle looking up your skirt and you got a cheeky shot of me, doing it. Fair’s fair, eh? Come and sit down. Leave your flip-flops there.”

Those lips. Like great fat fruit. Was Aela born, or blossomed out by nature to entice every creature on the planet? Saskia wished she’d brought her camera. She could spend her life photographing this woman.

The flip and swing of Aela’s hips lured Saskia into a surrealist, tropical interior. Bewildering in its massiveness, it was more fairy forest than cabin, lit by dappled sun from the hotchpotch of windows and foliage. An ancient, glowingly waxed wood floor felt silky soft beneath her bare feet. A flowery fragrance made her head spin.

Next thing she knew she was sat on a carved driftwood bench, watching Aela fill two cups.

“Home brew,” she announced, handing Saskia a cup. “Go easy, it’s stronger than it seems.” Aela gulped hers and sucked her top lip. “So. I’d love to see your picture. I’m an artist too, you know.”

Saskia sipped the tea, it tasted minty and made her want to giggle. If there was a reason she had come, she couldn’t remember it.

“Sorry I don’t- Oh! All my work is on the cloud!” She blustered. Then clammed up. Was that really going to be the first thing she said to this woman?

“On the cloud!” Aela slapped her thighs and laughed. Then frowned when Saskia didn’t.

Saskia pulled out her smart phone, and Aela sat beside her. A scent of damp earth rolled off her skin, encouraging Saskia close enough to press their legs together. The heat of their thighs mingling through two thin layers of cotton reminded Saskia of the nakedness beneath her skirt. She pulled up the photograph and Aela peered, holding Saskia’s trembling hand steady.

“Oh my,” she said, “is that…”

Saskia zoomed in. Aela covered her mouth. She swivelled both barrels of blue at her, and Saskia became transparent; the night before bursting out of her glass skin like the plants in this boat. How Saskia had mimicked Aela, thighs splayed to the screen, fingers digging. Aela seemed to see it all. She smiled and nudged Saskia, who fiddled with her phone, switching it off.

Suddenly, Aela hopped to her feet. “I don’t know why I bothered putting this on for you, then.”

In a fluid sweep, she yanked her smock off over her head. Saskia jerked rigid. Aela was naked underneath. Saskia shifted to escape, but the golden sweeps of Aela’s curves were planted right in front of her. The upward tilt of breasts above her, stout legs barring the way below, and the honey tufted dome of her mound planted right in front of karesi escort her face. Even after a night of staring at her photo, Saskia didn’t know where to look, now.

Aela tossed the dress. “I love your eyes.” She smirked, and twisted this way and that. “Your eyelashes are fluttering like wicked butterflies.” She put her hands on her hips.

Saskia wanted to curl up. She wanted to slap this woman. She wanted to kiss her. There. In that shockingly florid place. Why couldn’t she even lift her head?

Aela chuckled, and pushed her hips forward, her voice a hushed croak. “Come on, look. It’s why you came isn’t it? To see more of me? Or do you need a camera to hide behind?”

Saskia flicked up her gaze, only to quickly look away as Aela delicately opened herself up with the fingers of both hands.

Aela folded her arms, and peered down her nose. “I think I’ve made a bit of a fool of myself,” she said.

“Sorry,” Saskia’s voice sounded small and pathetic, even to her own ears. “I only came to see if you maybe had my ring, I think I left it on the-“

“Your ring?”

“Engagement ring.” A tear dropped onto her wringing hands, then everything came out. The stag. The torture of the ultimatum. The unfulfilling sex. Her deepest fear that she was doing the wrong thing.

Aela listened without interruption, crouched at Saskia’s feet. When Saskia looked up again, it was into the woman’s softening eyes. Aela passed her tea. Saskia took a gulp and chuckled wetly.

“Sorry,” She said, “I didn’t mean to lead you on. Its not you. I mean you’re very… very… sexy. It’s just… I can’t… I’m not normally a girl girl.”

Aela smiled and squeezed her hand. “I’m not a girl girl either. I like a nice hard cock, sometimes, too. Kind of depends who’s on the other end, in my opinion. The connection. I’m flattered, though, that you’re not normally into girls, yet-“

“Yet I took that picture, quite.” Saskia smirked and she squeezed her hands between her knees. “You converted me.” Her ears warmed. Blushing? Seriously? She was never this… Girly.

Aela grinned. “Then let me show you my art.” she said. “First, more tea.”

Aela didn’t bother getting dressed again. She just stood and padded off, apparently unconcerned that Saskia’s eyes fluttered about her nipples and -when she replenished their cups from the pot – settled on her round cheeks and dipped into the tantalising gap below, to her prominent pink lips.

Aela handed her a cup and sat beside her, necking her tea and nodding at Saskia to do the same. Saskia gulped and – even through the strange brew’s giddy rush – crossed her knees and flicked her foot. This had gone too far. She decided she would be polite about the art, then bugger off home and “diddle” herself stupid.

Twisting to face her, Aela took Saskia’s hand and stroked her fingers with the pad of her thumb, in a slow and deliberate rhythm: Index finger, middle finger, ring finger, little finger.

Saskia’s giggles turned foolish against Aela’s seriousness, and disappeared altogether when the woman held up her free hand and mimicked the touches, but on her own fingers, with her own thumb. Saskia became mesmerised by their dance, copying the repeated, warm, soothing touch.

“When it comes right down to it, art’s simplest purpose is to create resonance between two people,” Aela said. “Whether it’s sculpture or music or writing or photography.” Index finger, middle finger, ring finger, little finger. “Bad art distracts. It blocks the flow of ideas or experience. The best art is transparent. It’s pure experience. A connection.”

Index, middle, ring, ring, ring, ring.

Saskia blinked out of her reverie. Aela stroked her own ring finger along its length and the soft pad of her thumb felt perfectly clear on Saskia’s finger.

Even though Aela had let go of Saskia all together.

She was sat back in the seat, out of reach, simply holding her fingers up to Saskia’s gaze. Saskia shook her hand but the ghost touch lingered. Ring, ring, ring. Aela sniggered. Saskia laughed nervously.

“No,” she said, “That’s not-” her brain stalled. Aela’s thumb danced over her own hand, and Saskia felt every detail of the touch.

“You’re very receptive!” Aela sparkled and lifted her hand to her face. She pressed her thick lips to it. Saskia melted as the firm pillows of Aela’s kiss materialised in her palm.

But it seemed Aela had only just started. Shifting excitedly in the seat – planting a raised shin between them – she lightly offered her palm to her bare breast. Saskia caught her breath as a phantom nipple hardened against her hand.

Saskia wanted to say stop, she wanted to flee. But the feeling of Aela’s body, of touching it in ways she would never dare, smouldered inside her. Her eyes dropped to the raised foot on the seat, hiding Aela’s sex. She wanted more.

Aela swung her knee aside, and exposed the pushed out petals. She let Saskia take it in for a few speeding heartbeats, then her hand slipped down.

Saskia swallowed. Aela’s tender flesh pressed to her palm. A hardened nub resolved under her finger tips. A, familiar illicit tingle nestled between her own, tightly crossed legs as she watched the voluptuous woman play with herself. The sensations transferred to her fingers had them wriggling as if Saskia was doing the playing.

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‘One more darn trade show,’ Elizabeth thought to herself.

Liz liked writing articles for Erotica, but she knew her readers liked reading Erotica more than she did herself. Writing was more fun.

Occasionally, Liz got to know some of her readers. But, she never got involved with any of them. One time, she made a mistake having with a blind date fly in from Georgia and meeting her at a business meeting. Gosh, was that a mistake. The guy was looking all over the world for women on the Internet to solve his problems that he wouldn’t face.

Liz was seriously overworked, badly in need of vacation and rest when now she was at a tradeshow. She was looking forward to the beach later in Hilton Head. The water makes me so horny, Liz thought to herself. She loved walking on the beach and seeing the sun set on the water glistening against the sky.

“Hi, Liz,” said Harry.

“Hi, Harry. How goes it? How’s the publication business?” asked Liz.

“This is a pretty good show. I’ve gotten a lot of new business from it this weekend,” remarked Harry. “How about for you?”

“I’ve picked up a few freelance assignments, so far,” answered Liz. “I’m tired and irritable though. I think I’ll go to my hotel room, and take a nap. See you later, Harry.”

Before Liz went upstairs, she stopped by the Vibe and Lube booth. She was too tired to look very long at the toys, so she just grabbed a clit vibrator and some lube.

“You’re going to like this one,” said the owner. “It’s one of our more popular sellers. Do you own a store?”

“A….a….No!” she stuttered.

Thank goodness Liz was incognito. She always went to these shows with a different colored wig and darkened glasses. Only the editors really knew her and that was good for business so she didn’t dress slutty either.

“Well, thanks a lot,” said Liz and walked away.

“Bye, now. Happy trails!” said the booth owner.

~0~

Finally, Liz thought. She was so glad to be back in her room. Her hotel room had a balcony that overlooked the beach and water. This was a beautiful sight. Her room was pretty far back behind the dunes but there was a nice view of the water. It was a bit chilly and there wasn’t anyone on the beach.

Liz slipped out of her clothes and slipped into a white cotton t-shirt. She went out to the veranda and opened her toys. No one will see me from here, now will they, she asked herself?

Liz had on just her t-shirt and thong while mentally picturing a man standing next to her on the veranda. She could feel the memory of a cock getting hard against her as she was leaning against the balcony and staring into the sky. She was getting really wet just thinking about a hard cock probing her wet pussy fucking her really hard. She had to hold onto the rail to keep from falling over.

Liz pulled off her lace thong. The ocean breeze blew through her full bush and brushed against her exposed pussy. Liz took her middle finger, probing it and she was wet, really wet. I think I’m ready! No lube needed now.

Glazing into the view, Liz tossed off her sandals grabbed her toy. There was such a beautiful vision from her deck. The water was a rich and majestically blue. The sky was clear and lucid. The temperature and briskness in the air at Hilton Head was just wonderful. She loved Hilton Head, South Carolina for its terrain of a barrier island, dynamic and shifting beaches with offshore bars, pounding surf, grassy dunes behind the beaches, maritime forests and wetlands, and tidal marshes facing the mainland. Liz wished she could share this moment with someone. She craved for a man; a man in her room that she wanted to fuck, maybe from the tradeshow right now, this minute, at this very second but there wasn’t anyone.

The ocean air flowing sinuously past her pussy dried it a bit too much. Liz took out the lube and saturated her kemalpaşa escort new toy with the slippery gel she provided. The toy had five speeds. ‘This ought to be interesting,’ Liz contemplated. She played with the different speeds on the control of her new clit toy with a tiny little tail at the tip. Whoa! Wow! This toy is going to be great!

Liz applied the toy to her clit as it pulsated, stopped, probed and then effortlessly turned her on. She rested in her own glory. Solo sex is great, she thought but there are no bells and whistles. She started up the toy again, trying the different speeds. Wow, this one is like a man’s tongue starting and stopping, and starting and stopping teasing a woman to death, to a grand climax. Almost as good as a man’s tongue with the staying power she enjoyed.

Liz liked the steady usurping tickle of the last speed, using it over and over again angering her into a constant and rebellious orgasm.

Liz began to cum really hard. She tried to keep quiet as the other hotel room’s were pretty close and it was a good thing that it was getting dark but if someone looked hard enough she was sure someone could figure out what she was doing. Her bare ass was up in the air while she was masturbating with her favorite new vibrator. Feeling very relaxed after masturbating herself, she was abruptly interrupted by a by a man’s voice.

“Good afternoon, Miss. Sounds like you’re enjoying yourself over there!” said a gruff voice from balcony next door.

Liz was so embarrassed. She immediately ran inside for anonymity. This guy was probably watching her. Oh, no, what if he was at this conference?

“Room Service. I need a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc please. Bring me your best bottle!” After all, her company would be paying for it. Maybe, she should order dinner.

No, Liz had other plans

~o~

Liz began thinking about this guy she had emailed before she left for the tradeshow. She met him online so he was still mysterious. She tried not to give him too much concentration before she left for the show but he kept emailing her back with witty and playful exchanges.

Liz tried to picture her new online acquaintance. His email address was a cute one: [email protected] His online name was Baron. He seemed to be a mature, intelligent, sexual and powerful man. She was intrigued by Baron and wondered what he was really like. He looked very handsome in the picture he sent her.

However, Liz didn’t want to raise her imagination bar level and be disappointed like the guy she met from Georgia.

Gosh, I need to get laid, Liz projected to herself. She would go for a swim in the ocean later on this evening in the moon’s light.

Liz was wondering if ‘Baron online’ would enjoy reading about her fantasies and solo play in one of her future articles. No, she couldn’t tell him what she did for a living.

Liz was feeling relaxed, sipping her wine from room service which would be sending up a steak to her room in about an hour. She knew she would be starved soon after her swim in the ocean.

~o~

Well, the conference became a blur in the distant past although there were a few more days to go. Liz was so aroused by her afternoon play that she was ready for a dip in the water no matter how chilly the water may be.

As the sun began to set, Liz put on her black and pink poked dotted bikini. In her forties, she still looked good and the younger twenty something guys thought she was in her thirties anyways. She probably shouldn’t wear a bikini anymore at her age but what the hay!

As Liz untied her top bikini, splashing water at her face and tits, she felt renewed. She felt lonely but fulfilled. She was contented, silly and dinner was on the way up to her hotel room at eight. She asked herself where the day had gone and kemer escort she didn’t remember…it was all a haze about now.

Liz looked around and there was no one on the beach. The beach was still, beautiful and secluded. Oh, what the hell as she took off her bikini bottoms and dipped her shapely ass in the shallow ocean sea.

This feels so wonderful, even better than sex, Liz told herself.

Liz didn’t want to sit on the sand watching the moon because she knew what a ritual it would be to clean up her private areas, so she just continued looking at the skyline and ocean whitecaps in the middle of the dark sea floating in the crisp ocean waters. Then alone in her solitude, there was until a rude interruption.

~o~

“Hello there sexy,” a stranger alluded.

Liz dared not turn around. Who was this lurking stranger who was watching her as she covered up her naked torso? The voice didn’t seem familiar. Who was it?

“Who are you and what do you want,” asked Liz fearfully and startled while still not looking up.

“My name is Baron. I’m at the convention and I just wanted to say hello. I’m sorry if I scared you but your naked body is very captivating,” said this stranger in the darkness of the beach.

Liz crept slowly out of the water, grabbing a towel and tied the top to her bikini and backwardly pulled up her bottoms. She was self-conscious and embarrassed but turned on at the same time.

“Please leave, please leave immediately,” beckoned Liz.

“Liz, it’s only Baron. Remember me? I’ve been emailing you and I was hoping it was you. When I saw this beautiful woman walking around, I thought it was you from your picture. I’m sorry, but I asked this guy Harry, who you really were. He said it was you Liz. I’ve been looking for you all over at the convention and I couldn’t believe we were both at the same show. He said he had known you for years and told me you were in room 369. I couldn’t believe it was you and that I was in room 368. Then, I heard you out on the balcony, so alone, so enthralled in the desire to be satisfied; that I waited for you to leave your room after you ran inside. I’m sorry that you weren’t expecting me.”

“No, I wasn’t Baron and you should have made your presence known before I stripped for you. Please leave right now before I call security,” demanded Liz.

Baron left reluctantly and apologized again.

Liz went back to her room, now fully wrapped. She didn’t look for Baron until she thought he was well on his way. She went towards the front desk and said, “I need a new room, immediately,” exclaimed Liz.

“I’ll send a bellman, madam, ASAP!” said the embarrassed clerk.

~o~

Liz walked around the trade show the next day sheepishly. She thought she would die if she ran into Baron again. It was a long day, lots of meetings, and she retired to her room as soon as she could get away. When she walked into her room, it was filled with bouquets of red roses, a bottle of champagne and a card.

“Please let me make it up to you. Join me for dinner at 8 p.m. in the Contiki room.

Liz was vehemently angry. He followed her again, now this time to her new room. But she was hungry and the roses were beautiful. Oh, why not? She hopped in the shower.

Liz put on a black sleeveless dress and high heels. She pulled her blonde hair up and grabbed a shawl in case it got cold.

~o~

“Hello, Baron. Thank you for the roses and champagne.”

“I’m so glad you accepted my forgiveness Liz. Please sit down and join me.”

Dinner was very enjoyable and the company was even better.

“Let’s go for a walk on the beach, Liz.”

The evening was so romantic and there wasn’t a lot left to talk about. Silence filled the moment as Baron pulled Liz towards him. “Shall we go swimming?” he asked.

“But, keşan escort I don’t have a bathing suit,” exclaimed Liz.

“That didn’t bother you last night,” Baron taunted as he pulled off her dress and threw it on a chair. As he began to undress, he pulled her close to his near naked body as they entered the water.

Her dark firm nipples were contrasted against her pale white breasts and her round, firm ass was as smooth and shiny as alabaster. Baron couldn’t take his eyes off the beauty of her body with her long legs leading the way to her pussy.

The sensation of the Gulf Stream covered their bodies as they dove into a wave together. They swam out to a sand bar about 100 yards from shore where the water was particularly tepid and Liz wrapped her arms around Baron in the waste deep water.

Touching her pelvis to his erect cock, she knew he was aroused. He could sense her pleasure and simply held her until her body relaxed and she sighed with relief and anticipation. He smiled as she kissed his full lips totally unaware of other people on the beach.

As the wave went out, Liz dropped down to stand on the peaceful sand underneath and came turned away from the beach so she could grab Baron’s cock under the water. It was hard and she hugged him from behind with her left arm and started pumping his thickness with her right hand.

Baron turned around and pressing against his hard cock, Liz came.

Baron inserted his erect, vital cock into her womb and he quickly exploded with a powerful load that filled her. She knew it would be the first of many times that the two of them would have just pure lustful fucking while in Hilton Head.

They got dresses oblivious to the world and walked back to the hotel. As Baron closed the door behind them, he undressed Liz once again and headed towards the balcony. “No toys this time, he warned!”

After almost passing out from the intense orgasm on the balcony, Liz took Baron by the hand and they walked into the hotel room without saying a word.

They both glowed in the dim light from the setting sun. Liz put her chest against Baron’s and began to draw tongue circles around his pecks and lower abdomen. She slowly worked her way down to his cock which was beginning to harden again. She wrapped her lips around the head and began taking the entire shaft down her throat while Baron moaned softly.

Liz began to captivate his cock until it became harder and more wanton with lust and greed. She turned around and sat directly on his face begging him wordlessly to eat her while she continued to suck his thick cock.

Baron’s lips met her pussy lips and he kissed her clit before taking the engorged organ into his mouth. He tenderly consumed her as Liz began bucking her hips on his face. She clamped down hard on his cock as she came and moaned loudly but never let his cock slip out of her mouth.

The vibrations from her moans intensified the pleasure she received which gave Baron endurance to keep up with his clitoral bathing. His hands stayed wrapped around her tight ass.

Her thighs came together so tightly that she felt like Baron could barely breath but he was as passionate as she was. A little smack on her ass Liz dropped to exhaustion as she came in unison with Baron.

Liz turned over quickly to kiss Baron exhausted as they both passed out in a deep slumber, Baron’s softening cocked still wrapped inside of her.

~o~

Liz and Baron woke up to the sun rising ravenous for each other and for breakfast.

“We have the whole day, Liz. I’m not capable of anymore …”

“But I have to check out of my room,” reminded Liz.

“But, my company won’t ….” as Baron silenced her and said, “Don’t worry about that, Liz.”

“Baron, you never told me why you were at this trade show. It’s over. Don’t you have to check out to?

“No, I don’t. I own the hotel. I saw your name on the check-in list the first day at the convention. So I decided to fly in to meet you.”

“You…..”

“Don’t say it, Liz, as difficult as that may be for you!”

Liz and Baron laughed and curled up together in bed again.

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“I bought this valentines day card and little present in case you want to send one before your trip,” Lesley said as she accompanied him to the ground floor. Jack smiled as he walked to the waiting cab. Lesley was a super efficient Personal assistant. She catered for his every need. He shook his head there was only one problem she was an incurable romantic always trying to set him up with a partner.

He did not even know what day was Valentines Day let alone have anyone he wanted to send a card. He was to Lesley’s disappointment a confirmed bachelor. Settling down to a life with one woman was not on his agenda at this time.

A lifestyle that had him spend six or seven months of every year in Asia plus his commitment to building his business meant little time for women. He tucked the card and present in his briefcase as he headed for the airport.

Twelve hours later, he exited the international terminal in Guangzhou to be met by his interpreter and driver. They went directly to a series of meetings with senior trade officials followed by a formal dinner. It was after nine that night when he booked into his five star hotel.

Jack had had more than his share to drink and looked for the two free bottles of water normally provided by the Hotel. He searched quickly and could not find them so he drank a bottle from the mini bar. I will have to fix this in the morning he thought I don’t want to be paying for water.

The next morning he was up early heading off for his morning walk before the room attendants on his floor started work. He was hot when he returned and saw their trolley down the hall. Knowing that he would need more than the two small bottles provided he fumbled around for a tip.

Jack wandered down to the trolley and found a tiny woman working in an empty room. He called and asked for water. The woman had been working quietly not expecting a visitor. She was startled by his voice and at first did not understand.

He asked for water then pretended to drink. He was making no progress when he saw the water bottles on her trolley. He moved in beside her and picked one up unscrewing the top before gulping it down. She smiled at last understanding what he had wanted. He signaled with his fingers and said two more.

Her face broke into a beautiful smile as she reached around him for more bottles. “Thanks,” he whispered. He looked at her she was probably thirty or forty with a very pretty face and a slim Asian body.

Taking the bottles, he slipped her the ten dollars. No, she signaled waving her hands. “Yes” he said pushing the money at her. No, no, she shook her head.

This could go on forever Jack decided. He put the bottles on top of her trolley and took her hand looking in to her wide Asian eyes, He nodded his head, “yes,” he said and folded her hands over the money.

Today he could not tell you why he did it but he leant forward and before she could move away kissed her on the cheek. “Thank you,” he called as he took his water and went back to his room.

He had showered and was ready to go down for breakfast when there was a knock on his door. It was the attendant; she had two more bottles of water. She signaled do you want these. When he nodded yes, she moved past him to put the bottles in the bathroom.

When she turned to come out, he studied her more closely. She was five foot nothing. Her uniform of black cotton pants and white blouse prevented him seeing whether she had boobs or a flat Asian bum but her happy face surrounded by her shiny black hair made him feel good.

Thinking that she could be handy with other items hotels supply in small quantities he took her hand and led her down to his desk. She pulled away and jammed the door open then came back to stand beside him. He pointed to the small box of green tea and sugar. “More coffee,” he whispered picking up a sachet. She nodded her head went to her trolley and returned with two more plus some whitener.

“Thank you, give me extra each day,” he whispered. Realizing she didn’t understand he again without thinking leant over and kissed her cheek. She moved her head to the side but did no pull away. They stood there for a minute. Then he gave her another ten dollars and again signaled as he said, “Give me more each day.”

When he left his room after breakfast, he saw her working in the hall. He waved and she waved back. After his first meeting, he returned to the hotel for lunch. On his way to his room, he saw her again and she waved. He had removed his coat and tie when there was a knock on the door.

She was standing outside with his laundry. “Yes it should have gone,” he cried. She pointed inside and followed him. Going to a drawer, she pulled out the slip he had to complete with his laundry. “Oh hell,” he said as he realized that he had forgotten to fill it out this morning when he had been trying to talk to her.

He sat at the desk and completed the form while she stood beside him and watched. The form completed he stood up and handed it back. Sweeping karşıyaka escort a few local coins and notes off the desk, he handed them to her with the form. She stood waiting a question on her face, so he leant over and kissed her on the cheek. This time she did not pull away.

His afternoon and night program was so busy that he did no return to his room until late that night. He thought of her and wondered what she thought of his kisses as he made himself a couple of cups of coffee and unwound.

The next morning Anne one of the woman delegates to the conference joined him on his walk. She wore tight jogging pants and a top that highlighted her big boobs. After watching everything jiggle for an hour his erection pushed up against the front of his shorts. They rode up in the lift discussing the conference they would both attend for the next six days.

When Anne left the lift he straightened his cock in his shorts He smiled to himself I might be a bachelor but I am bloody human. Maybe it’s my turn to get lucky.

In his room, he showered quickly and wrapped himself in the hotel dressing gown. The knock on the door did not surprise him. It was his new friend. She had water bottles in her hand.

He signaled her inside and went to close the door. She quickly pushed the door open and slipped a stop to hold it. She is a nice little thing he thought as he followed her into the bathroom and stood close behind her. She placed the bottles on the shelf and turned quickly their bodies bumping together.

Jack did not move back. He liked the feel of her small body. He looked down into her smiling face and kissed her on the cheek. She turned and looked at him then quite deliberately, her hands reached up and dragged his head down. Her tongue filled his mouth. They kissed vigorously for a few minutes while his hands roved over her tiny body. Then just as quickly as she had kissed him she broke away smiling and went to the door waving goodbye.

John was stunned. What do I do now he thought to himself as he sat in the conference. She can only speak two or three words of English. I can speak less mandarin. I don’t even know her name. Where do we go from here?

He stayed in his room that afternoon but she did not appear. He wandered outside down the corridor but did not see her. Oh well he thought she was just being kind but I hope I’m wrong.

The next morning Anne took his arm as they returned from their walk and suggested that they go to the conference dinner together. Her tight jogging gear highlighted her well-rounded assets making him horny once again.

When he returned from breakfast, his room had been cleaned and four bottles of water stood on the shelf. His friend was nowhere to be seen obviously working in one of the rooms.

He was horny. He hid the sugar sachets and walked down the hall to her trolley. She was making a bed. He stood and watched until she realized he was watching. She came to the trolley and he mimed and said more sugar then turned away and returned to his room.

A few minutes later he heard her trolley stop outside his open door. He held his breath as she pulled her trolley across the door as she entered. He followed her to the minibar and put his arm around her as she sorted the sachets.

He ran his hand over her rear and pulled her close she turned her mouth opening as he kissed her. She returned his kisses as he ran his hands up under her blouse to feel her small hard breast. She did not pull away She gasped and wriggled her body against his when he opened his dressing gown and placed her hand on his now hard cock. Her eyes grew wide when she looked at his erection.

It was his turn to gasp when she held his balls then rolled his hard cock in her hands. He signaled towards the bed. She shook her head and pulled away heading for the door.

The conference kept him busy until mid afternoon. He returned to the hotel with her on his mind. As he exited the lift on his floor, he saw her again; she was with a supervisor in the hallway. She did not return his wave. He went to conference dinner with Anne that night.

He returned from their morning walk sporting a colossal erection. He had been frustrated the night before when a number of colleagues joined him and Anne when they decided to walk home along the riverfront to their hotel.

They joined them for coffee in the lobby and rode up with them in the lift. He decided not to invite Anne for a drink in his room because he was sure they would have tagged along. What his chances were with Anne he did not know. All he knew that his little Chinese friend had made him think of sex, he was horny.

Back in his room after his walk he showered then opened the door to his room and left it open. He sat watching TV where he could see the hall and waited. A few minutes later, she drifted past. When she did not come back, he dressed for breakfast and went down to the coffee shop.

His mind was full of her and the possibilities as he ate kartepe escort breakfast. I only wish I knew a few words of mandarin he thought as he exited the lift on his floor. His heart beat a little faster when he spied her and her trolley down near his room.

Opening his door, he beckoned her inside. She pushed her trolley to his door and placed it so it had to be moved to get in or out. Noticing this move, he threw caution to the wind.

He slipped his arm around her and lifted her off the ground as he kissed her. She moaned and shuddered in his arms as her mouth opened in that unusual fashion that he now expected and her tongue filled his mouth. With his mind set on undressing her, he moved so that it was impossible to see them from the hall.

She did not object so he stood her on his bed and lifted the bottom of her blouse up until he could see her small soft breast in her tiny bra. Her body was trembling now, her moans growing louder as his teeth bit down on her nipple.

A laugh in the corridor made her jump and push him away. Her hands signaled no more as she maneuvered her breast back in her bra and smoothed her blouse.

She went straight to the trolley looked up the hall spoke to someone rearranging items on the trolley while they spoke. He was disappointed when she pushed the trolley away from the door and moved down the hall.

The speakers and interpreters at the conference droned on while he tried to think of a way to get her in his bed. He realized that it would be difficult while her supervisor and work mates were working nearby. He could not invite her out because he could not speak mandarin and even if he did where would he take her.

When he returned to the hotel one of the other room attendants smiled at him and pointed down the hall to his little friend. She knows, he thought. I hope my little mate does not get into any trouble.

She had been waiting. She had a paper in her hand and signaled that she wanted to show it to him. He walked down and stood close beside her. It was the room list showing who occupied each room and when they were booking out.

She pointed to his name and the line that showed he was out the next day. He pointed to his chest and then to his name and answered, “yes that’s me.” He could think of nothing to say as her face fell and she walked off down the hall.

Back in his room, he found Lesley’s Valentines Day card and present. Rushing out into the hall, he ran into the two room attendants. Without a thought for her friend, he kissed her on the cheek and gave her the card with its big red heart on the front and the present. For you, he signaled as he kissed her again.

They giggled as they inspected the card. He tried to tell them both about St. Valentines day explaining as best he could that it was a day for lovers. Her colleague seemed to understand and talked excitedly. His little mate blushed giving him some hope that she understood.

When other guests moved in to the far end of the hall, he was forced to return to his room but not before he kissed her on the cheek and squeezed her hand making her blush.

In his room, he stalked up and down as he tried to think of someway they could get together. His brain worked over time. In twenty-four hours, he would be on the plane. He might never get a chance to see her again.

He was frustrated growing more anxious every minute. Time was running out. He did not know how he could find the time and a place to be with her. He threw his door open wide and fixed it open. It was an invitation he hoped she would accept. Minutes later his heart skipped a beat as she knocked and entered.

Jack moved closer to watch as she moved to the bedside clock and pointed to the time. Once she was sure, she had his attention she turned the hands until they showed 6 o’clock. She pointed to him and then to herself then back to the clock. He realized she was trying to give him a message and asked, “Here at 6 o’clock.”

It took minutes until he understood her message. She would see him here in the room in the morning at six. He had to leave the hotel by nine so he nodded and signaled yes. A smile lit up her tiny face as she went to the door and waved as she left.

Jack spent a restless night. He woke two or three times during the night wondering whether he had read her signals right. He set the alarm for five forty five and shot out of bed when it went off. He showered, shaved, and left off his underclothes wearing only the hotel dressing gown.

He was a bundle of frustration when at six fifteen she knocked on his door. Not a word was said as he swept her into his arms and slammed the door shut. They struggled to kiss each other while trying to undress.

She was moaning and wriggling as her clothes dropped away. He held her away from his body so he could look at her. She was probably over forty he thought. However, she had the body of a younger woman not an ounce of fat. Her black nipples caught his eye they stood kaş escort out like golf tees from her soft brown breasts.

He lifted her up on the bed slipping off his dressing gown as he laid her down. Now they were both nude. She was speaking quietly. He did not understand but took it to be words encouraging him to get on with it.

A full thatch of black hair covered her pussy. He licked his lips as the room grew quiet neither speaking as they studied each other. He wondered what she was thinking, her eyes staring as he slipped a condom on his bobbing cock.

He realized that words were not needed; they both knew what they wanted. He moved to lie on the bed beside her then kissed her as his fingers parted the thatch of hair and found her moist pussy lips. She moved to accommodate his hand her legs spreading wider as her tongue again filled his mouth.

Jack’s fingers pushed into her pussy his thumb pushing up to find her clit. He groaned when he discovered that it stood up hard and erect. Kissing her all over her face, he kissed down over her chin to her chest finally sucking her long black nipple into his mouth.

He sucked from one nipple to the other before deciding to continue down to her pussy. He groaned when she stopped him grabbing him by the ears and pushing his head back up to her nipples.

Jack could tell by the shudders that shook her body that this mouth was setting her on fire. Her nipples grew hard in his mouth as her fingers gripped his back. She was speaking words he did not understand, but he did not need to know mandarin to work out what she wanted. She wanted him to fuck her.

Not yet, he thought as he moved one finger then two deep into her warm welcoming hole. He extended his thumb so that he rubbed her clit each time he pushed his fingers home. She was wet now, her body moving in harmony with his fingers. She pushed her body up off the bed so her pussy was hard against his hand and wriggled it trying to extract more out of his actions.

It was his turn to groan when her hands found his cock and pulled it down to rub it over the lips of her pussy. Her moisture made his cock wet making it easy to slide between her pussy lips and ease it home. They both stopped moving as his cock filled her pussy. He looked at her and licked his lips she nodded understanding what must happen next.

Her legs immediately gripped his waist as she pushed her body up off the bed to receive him. My god she is tight for a little old woman he thought as they started to move. They stared at each other as he repeatedly pushed home and slowly withdrew.

Jack could feel her pussy walls closing tighter on his cock every time he moved. It was fantastic. He pushed his arms out straight so he could look at her face. She was flushed her light brown face showing her excitement. She was beautiful. He knew she would not understand but told her so anyway.

Her eyes acknowledged his words before she pulled his body back down and raised her head to bite him hard on his nipple. He screamed, “Oh shit,” as she did it again and again. It hurt but at the same time turned him on, he could feel his cock expand then his breathing became noisy in his ears as he came.

He pulled away from her mouth as his cock erupted filling her pussy. She responded by pumping his cock with her pussy and pulling him down so she could again bite his nipple. He collapsed on her tiny body as the last of his come drained from his sagging cock.

She hasn’t come he thought as he regained his breath. I can’t leave her like that. He battled her hands as she tried to stop him from kissing down over her stomach to her pussy. He could not understand why but it was obvious that she was struggling and fighting to stop him kissing between her legs.

She was still crying and struggling when his tongue reached her clit. Within seconds, she stopped struggling and relaxed, groaning quietly as his tongue licked her pussy from top to bottom and his teeth nibbled her clit.

He looked up through the thatch of pussy hair to her breasts and moved one hand so his fingers could pull on her nipple. She was no longer trying to stop his mouth reaching her clit in fact she was now bearing down on his face so his mouth could devour it.

Keeping her clit lightly clenched in his teeth, he ran his other hand up her leg and slid it under his chin until he could feel her pussy lips. He curved his hand so the fingers pointed up and while his mouth sucked her clit slid his hand in and up caressing the upper inside of her pussy.

He could smell and feel her arousal. She was talking excitedly once more. She knew he could not understand. He felt her words were more her reaction to a tongue in her pussy for the very first time than any effort to speak to him.

He started to move his fingers in and out building up the speed as she groaned and moaned, her pussy both welcoming and demanding his attention. He was mesmerized by the changes that flashed across her face and body.

Her eyes opened wide as she gasped and her pussy walls contracted on his fingers she seemed to hold her breath. Then with a whine, her body bucked and she came. He had never experienced so much moisture. It was a flood. He thought for a minute it was pee but he tasted it as it flooded over his face and his hands it was come.

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She blinked her eyes open. The early sun’s light leaked around the edges of the curtains, creating shadows in the room. She lazily rolled over and looked at the clock. Quarter to eight in the morning. She stretched and crunched the pillow up under her head. It had only been two hours since she had kissed her husband goodbye when he left for his twelve-hour shift. She longed for the warmth of cuddling with him and at the same time was glad she had the day off by herself. Her classes ended two months earlier and the New Year had just started. She rolled over and sat up on the bedside. Guess I’ll take a shower and get the day started then figure out what I want to do today. Strolling over to the window she peaked out the blind. A coating of new snow covered the back yard. Wow, she thought, I’d better check the snow report!

As she walked to the bathroom she got a sidewise glimpse of herself in the mirror. She stopped momentarily and ran her hands from her perky breasts and erect nipples to her light brown bush. Not bad for a thirty-something woman with two children, she thought. As her fingers brushed across her bush she felt an electric-like sensation running down the inner thighs of her legs. She remembered her most recent lovemaking session with her husband. It was good and he always made sure to pleasure her. Still, he was considerably older than her and she wondered if it would be different with someone her age. It had been years since she had been sexually intimate with someone her own age. For a brief moment she considered jumping back into bed for some intimate pleasure with herself. No, she thought, there may be fresh powder on the mountain. She hurriedly took her shower, dressed, and went downstairs.

As she loaded her skis and equipment in her SUV she regretted that she was going alone but was excited to get on the way to the new snow. She thought about her first ski experience, at her husband’s urging, and how much she had come to love it since then. Skis loaded she shook her head that the sun screens they had put in the rear windows last summer for a trip were still there. She thought, at least they shield the vehicle interior from sun and outside eyes but I’ll have to take them off when I get a chance. After stopping at Starbucks for coffee and a quick breakfast she continued the trip up the mountain. Being a weekday the traffic was relatively light even with the new snow and she was at the top in less than an hour. There were few cars in the parking lot and she quickly parked and unloaded her ski equipment. Only ten fifteen, she thought, I can get in several runs before lunch. Parking in her favorite parking lot she donned her ski gear and slipped onto the slopes and skied toward the lift.

The slopes were not crowded she rode the lift up alone several times. Her skis glided quietly over the new snow and she felt exhilarated by the cold clear air and sunshine. As she rode up the lifts she couldn’t help notice that there were not many skiers on the slopes despite the new snow. On her fourth trip up on the lift a man jumped on the lift. Oh great a snowboarder, she thought. Snowboarders were frequently rude, undisciplined on the slopes and would abruptly stop and sit down in most inconvenient, unsafe places for others. When he turned to say hello, she was surprised to see that he was a coworker. She felt embarrassed by her feelings towards boarders and managed a cheery, “Hi, how’s your day going? Guess you’re off today.”

They had always worked well together, engaging in good natured teasing and generally enjoying each other’s company. He said, “The powder is awesome,” and smiled. “Want to do a couple runs together?” She nodded, glad to have company. They did the next few runs together, chatting about work on the lifts and laughing at each other’s tumbles in the soft snow.

After the last run flushed, breathless, and laughing he asked if she would like to get a bite to eat. “Gee, I would but I brought my lunch. I was just going to eat in my car and get back on the slopes.”

Surprised he said, “Really, I brought mine too. Where did you park?” She told him where she had parked and coincidentally they were parked in the same lot. “Well, the least I can do is walk you to your car,” he said.

Arriving at the parking lot they headed off to their separate vehicles when he asked her if she would like to join him for lunch in his car. She thought a moment and responded, “Sure, but why don’t we eat in my car? We can sit in the back of my SUV, take off our boots and stretch our legs, as long as your feet don’t smell.” They laughed and he agreed. He retrieved his lunch and went over to her car. She was already sitting in the back of her SUV. The rear seat was folded down to accommodate ski equipment and she was sitting in the back, boots off and legs stretched out when he tapped on the window. “Hop in,” she said, smiling. He climbed in, sat down next to her, and unpacked his lunch. They ate, talked and laughed about work, the great ski conditions, and having to go back to work the next day. “You know”, she said, “you brighten kocasinan escort up the days when we work together. You have a great sense of humor and it makes the day go by faster.” She glanced up at him and was surprised to see his blue eyes studying her face.

“Thanks, I didn’t think anybody appreciated my attempts to lighten up some of the intense situations,” he said. She looked deep into his eyes and impulsively he leaned toward her and kissed her on the cheek. She recoiled and blushed. He stammered, “I’m…I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t know what got into me.”

They sat in silence for a minute or two. Finally she managed to say, “Well, I’ve always thought of you kind of as a brother, so I guess its ok,” she mumbled.

“You sure you’re not mad,” he asked.

She said, “It’s ok, forget it.” As she said it she patted him on the thigh and as she did she heard his breath catch. Wonder what that was all about, she thought, and resumed eating her lunch. He shifted his weight and stretched his legs as if to get comfortable. She couldn’t help but notice the outline of the growing bulge in his groin area extending down his right leg under his ski pants. Uh oh, what have I done, she thought. She could feel her throat tightening, and her breathing becoming labored as anxiety built up. She felt awkward and at the same time excited that she was able to incite arousal in a man as young as her friend. She looked up and noticed that he had become aware of her fascination with his obviously swollen member. She blushed and they sat in tense silence for several minutes.

After what seemed like hours he said, “I’ve never said anything before but I really enjoy working with you.”

“With me, really, why”, she asked.

“I like your personality, you are always so upbeat, and you have a smile that just draws me”, he told her. “And”, he continued, “I kind of like looking at you. I shouldn’t tell you this but sometimes I wake up in the morning in this, uh ..condition.. and I think about you while I shower. I know, it’s kind of kinky but it happens and it turns me on.”

“Really, and then what happens,” she asked obviously delighting in this new revelation. “Oh, never mind,” he said.

Mischievously she said, “No, I want to know, after all you brought it up.” She looked down and saw that his organ was now protruding against the fabric of his ski pants. She thought she noticed slight pulsating movements.

“He looked at her and said, “Alright, I play with myself.”

“You what?” she said.

“Come on, give me a break” he said, “I play with myself.”

She giggled. “And do you, um, you know,” she said deliberately teasing him.

He looked at her with a strained look on his face and said, “Yes I do. Now can we talk about something else?”

“Mmmm,” she hummed giving him her most alluring look.

They sat in silence. She admitted to herself that she had always enjoyed working with him and liked the attention he showed her. Her chest felt tight. She thought of past lovers she’d had. She felt growing warmth in her femininity and forbidden fantasies flashed in her mind’s eye. The silence was uncomfortable and he finally said, “This is embarrassing. I just want you to know I did not intend this when I asked about lunch. Obviously my other head is doing the thinking now.” She grinned, obviously enjoying his distress, leaned her shoulder against him, and said, “Don’t worry about it, it’s not like you’re hitting on me. And I won’t tell on you. Sometimes our bodies just work that way.”

He put his arm around her shoulders, gave her a hug and said, “Thanks.”

He left his arm around her and she could feel the warmth of his body against her. She felt nervous but comforted by the apparent mutual attraction that had brought them to this point. She felt a warm, tingling sensation growing between her legs. She closed her eyes and imagined what he might look like, what it might feel like and sighed. He was not a very big man and she compared his physical characteristics to past lovers trying to correlate body type to erections she had experienced. Desire was stirring in her.

It had started snowing and the sun was hidden by clouds. The sunscreens on the rear side windows and the road spray coating on the rear window obscured their view of the outside. Sitting in silence, engaging in sensual fantasies she could feel sexual desire building. She knew she was wet. She laid her arm on his leg and casually let her fingers fall on his swollen organ, almost as if by accident. When he made no response her fingers moved over his shaft and she grasped it through his ski pants. His head fell back and he groaned. She could feel his erect, hard cock throb with her touch. She rubbed along his length gently on the surface of his ski pants. He accepted her strokes without resistance. She knew her nipples were erect. As she lightly ran her hand over his organ she watched his face. His head was lying back against the seat back, his mouth slightly open, his breathing easy konak escort but deep. She sensed that his swollen manhood was begging for release. She opened her top and put his hand on her breast assuring that his fingers contacted her swollen nipple.

Without a word he reached down and unzipped his pants, invitingly. She accepted the cue and slid her soft, delicate fingers inside his ski pants. He had a thin ski base layer on under his suit and she could feel his erection through the thin material. Slowly she reached her hand through the fly and found his erect organ. It was blood filled, hot, and harder than any she had held for a long time. It was not too thick but it was long. She could feel the blood-filled vessels as she slowly stroked its length. She ran her fingers over the length of it and found a drop of fluid on the end of it. She scooped it up with her finger and slowly put it to her lips, watching his reaction as she licked it from her finger. His eyes widened and she smiled. Sliding her hand back inside his pants she wrapped her fingers around his erection and began to stroke it slowly, up and down the entire shaft from the base to the head. He groaned and said, “Oh my God, you don’t know how that feels and how aroused I am.”

She felt her pulsations between her legs. She smiled and said, “Oh yes I do, I can feel how excited you are.” She knew he was on fire with sexual desire. The thought that she had done that to him increased awareness of her own feelings. She could feel the longing in her vagina and she knew she was wet with sexual desire. With her free hand she unzipped her own ski pants and slid her hand down to her groin. Her panties were wet. She moved her hand up and slid it under the elastic waistband all the while slowly stroking her young friend. She put her middle finger on her clitoris and felt an electric sensation spread up into her vagina. She began to slowly stroke her vagina with two fingers feeling the wetness between her outer lips. She slid the two fingers in and rubbed that spot her husband had read about and had showed her. Geez, she thought, I could cum doing this. For a few moments she forgot about her companion while she pleasured herself. She noticed he was watching her.

His breathing was faster now. “I want to touch you,” he said. She shifted her bottom and pulled her ski pants and panties down until her bush was exposed. He put his hand between her legs and began to gently touch her womanhood. He lightly caressed her clitoris and then slid two fingers into her wet vagina. “This is what I think about in the shower,” he said. She gasped at the sensation and relaxed into the erotic feelings he created in her.

Unexpectedly there was a tap on the rear window and the rear lift gate popped open. As they sat with their most private areas exposed, one of their coworkers opened the door. It was a physician they were friendly with at work. The smile on his face quickly transformed into shock at the scene in front of him. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I saw you guys from the lift walking over here with your lunches and thought I might join you. Guess I better leave, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” They still had their hands in each other’s pants and they quickly withdrew them.

“You have your lunch so you might as well get in and eat with us,” she said to him. Her young friend shrugged and nodded agreement. The newcomer had a pained look on his face, feeling that he had intruded on something not meant for his eyes.

They ate their lunches and when they were done the newcomer asked, “So what exactly did I walk in on, if you don’t mind my asking?”

She responded first, “Well, we came to eat lunch, got to talking about things and one thing led to another. It’s probably a good thing you came along.” She glanced at her young friend’s crotch, still partially exposed, and she could see his erection was beginning to grow again. When it popped out of his pants at attention she said, “We just kind of got carried away, I guess.” Now fully exposed and standing up for the three of them she touched it again. Realizing that she was still in a state of unsatisfied arousal she began stroking it again, oblivious to the wide eyes of the newcomer. Her young friend groaned and began thrusting his hips in synchrony with her strokes.

The newcomer said, “I better go.” He was sitting with his back against the back door and she could see the rising level of excitement in his face.

She leaned forward, put her hand on his groin where she felt his growing erection, and said, “Well we are all medical personnel, nothing we haven’t seen before,” and laughed.

She leaned back and the gravity of the situation struck her. She thought, OK, here I am sitting in my truck with two horny men, with my hand wrapped around and stroking an erect penis. As she was having these thoughts the newcomer unzipped his pants. The scene was too intense for him and he pulled out his own erection. She looked at it in surprise. It was average length but wide and thick. Now that would fill a woman up, she konyaaltı escort thought. She was aware that her young friend had reinserted his hand into her crotch and was again rubbing her clitoris. Her hips began to move involuntarily in rhythmic gyrations. The newcomer began to pump his own hard cock while he watched the other two of them stimulate each other. Her young friend was pumping his hips to her strokes and she knew he could soon cum. Her hips began to thrust at the very thought of how much she had turned him on. As she and her young friend pleasured each other, she watched the newcomer stroking his hard penis, his strokes becoming faster. She saw the glistening bead of white liquid rise from the end of his erection and she knew his climax was building.

Suddenly she was overcome with her own sense of sexual arousal. She longed for release and satisfaction as she knew her two men friends surely must. She released her young friend’s cock, lunged forward on all fours, and took the newcomer’s hard-on full in her mouth. She tasted the salty drop on its head. His erect penis was hard and thick, filling her mouth. She ran her tongue around the head of his cock and sucked hungrily. She put her hand on the shaft of his erect penis and began to pump up and down as she licked and sucked it. Unexpectedly she felt two fingers enter her vagina from behind and slide over her dripping wet clitoris. She moaned and thrust her hips back at the unexpected entry. She felt the hard-on of her young friend enter her from behind while at the same time his hand reached around her belly, his fingers massaging her clitoris from the front. She felt a wave of fear and guilt wash over her knowing that she had crossed into forbidden territory. At the same time she realized this was a long-time fantasy of hers, having two men at the same time. She slowed the rhythm of attention being given to the newcomer and at the same time slowed the return thrusting to the rock hard erection filling her from behind. She was keenly aware that she had control over two men’s climaxes, both of whom were ready to pump their respective loads into her. She relished the thought. But she had to be satisfied also.

She told her two friends, “You are both going to have to slow down and wait for me. We girls don’t get there at the same speed as you guys do.” Longing for the expected reward to come they relaxed and slowed down. The man behind her massaged her clitoris, his pulsing hard-on still in her but holding off on thrusting for the moment. The newcomer put his hand in her top and cupped her breast. He gently squeezed her nipple and she gasped. She could feel the explosion building in her. Her breathing became faster and she groaned at the clitoral stimulation. “Oh, yes, keep it up and start thrusting again,” she said. At the same time she took the newcomers thick, hard cock back in her mouth. She began slowly pumping while sucking. If I can time this right, we can all cum at the same time, she thought. She began thrusting harder and faster against her young friend’s thrusts. She pumped the newcomer’s erection harder and faster. She knew she would soon be over the edge. The cock filling her mouth began to pulsate. She tasted the salty emission of his pre-ejaculate and she knew he would soon cum. The thrusting from behind was becoming faster and deeper. She thought, oh yes, I am so hot and turned on, I am going to explode soon. She put her hand between her legs and started rubbing her clitoris as only she knew how. She could feel the spasms of her climax starting. All at once she felt a deep thrust from behind as her young friend buried his cock in her. She could feel it throbbing within her, as he came hard in her, filling her up with his thick, hot cum. At the same time the dick in her mouth exploded and filled her mouth with salty liquid. She swallowed hard to retain it all. Her own climax hit her and her stomach muscles tightened with the spasms. It left her quivering and she felt her juices running down her legs mixed with the younger man’s cum.

After several minutes the three of them disconnected and sat in the back of her truck. One by one they pulled their clothes back on. They sat and looked at each other in disbelief. This had obviously been a first for each of them.

The younger man said, “That was just too awesome” and the newcomer nodded in agreement.

The newcomer said, “I better be going. We should probably keep this to ourselves,” he said. They all agreed. They all got out of her truck and hugged. The men started back to the ski hill. I should probably go home and clean up, she thought.

She drove down the mountain reflecting on the scene of the afternoon. Wow, she thought. I’ve always fantasized about that and now I have done it. The afterglow of the sexual experience warmed her body on the trip home. She knew she was very wet still. She wanted to get home before her husband and wondered what to say. Maybe nothing, she thought. No, she would tell him and include all the juicy details. She knew her fantasies excited him and this was even better. She thought with excited anticipation of his response and smiled. She knew she would be getting another hard cock before the day was over. As she drove home thinking about the days activities she slid her hand inside her still wet panties and gently massaged her sensitive clitoris. A perfect ski day she thought.

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