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“Wake up, sleepyhead!”

I know you’re groggy. The drugs wear off slowly, but you’re supposed to be able to understand me, now.

To comprehend.

Recognize me? Yes, it’s your wife. Yes, that’s right.

I kiss him on the lips. He responds.

The closeness is what I’m after. He needs to smell me.

That’s the deepest, most embedded memory.

Our first kiss.

The taste of my mouth while we made love for the first time.

The last time you kissed me.

Just before I tazered your ass and the ambulance whisked you off to the hospital.

For your little operation.

Yes, dear, you had a little operation, an implant at the base of your skull.

No, idiot, don’t touch it. There will be a little bump, later, but now, it’s a bit tender.

You might get infected.

The implant is increasingly popular among my girlfriends.

Not for them, for their husbands – well, it is for the girls, but it’s in their husbands.

It’s really no big deal compared to a boob job, which we get willingly for you.

I have a little remote control, now. We’ll try it out in a minute.

This goes back a few weekends. You and your friends were laughing about “What women want.”

Oddly enough, a cock so big we can’t get our hand around it would be nice, but maybe not as much as you think.

A cock that gets hard when we want it to and stays hard until we’re done – that’s much more practical.

Here, let me show you…

ON.

He now has a mammoth erection. It happened so fast, I think he’s dizzy. There, now his eyes are focused. They were a bit glazed over…

You see, dear, now I can really control it. Not just by what bra I wear, or by letting you see down my dress.

Just by thinking about it.

You see, now I have an implant, too.

I can make it go away anytime I want, too – watch.

OFF.

Kerplink! Baby button time! No more, “Oh look what you’ve done – now you have to make it go away, since you caused it.”

Nope.

All rize escort I have to do is think about it and you’re down, boy.

Awww, it won’t be that bad. You’ll come to love it, I think.

Oh, silly, don’t get mad. There’s no point.

You see, the remote has other functions.

I hate I have to do this, but you need to understand.

(He bursts out crying.)

Okay, that’s enough. It’s not real – you just thought your cock had fallen off. All the way to the floor.

So sad.

It’s still attached – go ahead and feel it, if you like. Reassure yourself.

It’s a vivid illusion, though, isn’t it? The manufacturers tell us it’s virtually real. I wonder how they know? More importantly, it works over and over, again and again.

Oh, well.

Back to what women really want.

I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?

Together.

Right now, I’d like for my toes to be licked. Kneel down and kiss them and lick them.

Excellent. That’s very good.

Here, let me sit down so that you can take them into your mouth.

No, no, one by one.

There, now take it all the way in, nibble and suckle, I’ll let you know when to move to the next one.

Mmmmmm. Excellent.

There’s just a little bit of feedback from my pleasure center into yours.

It seems extreme, but you only get pleasure from me, now. See how good that makes me feel?

That way, you’ll take your time.

Okay, move on to the next toe. Yes, very, very good, so yes, alternate nibbling and sucking.

You still look so manly, your broad shoulders bent over my feet, your back muscles straining to position yourself just right.

To kiss my feet.

The pleasure I take in your appearance feeds back to you.

You’ll probably want to exercise more. You’ve noticed my friends husbands working out, haven’t you?

Now you know why.

Perhaps if you massaged my calves while you suckle. Yes, yesssss. that’s great.

Good, sakarya escort you’ve moved on to the next toe, without my having to tell you.

That feedback is really something, isn’t it?

Now, baby, I notice you’re getting an erection, again.

I didn’t call for one, it’s just that as I get aroused, you get aroused.

Slowly, just like me. MMMMMmmmmmm.

Why don’t you start kissing my legs, now? First one, nibbling, sucking, kissing, working your way up one….

So good, so wonderful. You’re most attentive when you try to please me, yes, baby, that’s so right…

Yeeeeeesssss.

Now the other, take your time, get me all wet with your sweet lips and tongue.

Oh, yes, your tongue may get more tired now, but don’t worry, you won’t be able to stop until I ….well, …. let you.

There, that’s right, you pulled my panties off oh, so slowly, your eyes taking in my freshly waxed…

Yes, fold them carefully and place them on the bed. They’re so damp, now, you’re doing a great job, you can launder them later.

Carefully.

After.

Now, there’s an unfortunate tendency for you to want to go directly to kissing my … middle, shall we say.

It’s perfectly understandable, since that’s a common imprint for a heterosexual male, to move directly to … business.

And, of course, there’s my desire leaking through to you, too. Yes, silly, of course I want you to lick my clitoris, so, now, you want to doubly so.

But we’re going to learn to take our time.

There’s my inner thighs for your to caress, first.

They’re so jealous of the love you gave my calves.

Yes, dear, that’s right….squeeze them with your fingers, then kiss and suckle and lick, now repeat, work your way up a little at a time.

The odor of my sex is affecting you, now, you’re so close. I can see you straining to control yourself.

Yes, that’s right, first we have to move over to the other leg. It’s quivering, samsun escort too, with desire for your fine touch. Kiss, kiss, yesssss, oh….

Yes, oh, now nibble, your fingers can move up to my buttocks, cup them, pull me to you, now, yesssss…

Your finger finds my anus, rub, run it around and around, oh, yes, mmmmmm, yes.

The pussy seeks your lips, your tongue, but first, I think you’ll have to kiss my rear hole, yes, now that tongue, rapid, yes, don’t stop, oh, yes…

What a dear and you can tell where to stimulate! Yes, yes, mmmm, yes, there, there, more, yes….

Your hand finds my vagina, the outer lips, first, press, press, press, now rub, up and down, more slowly, you’re teasing it now.

YES! See, you made me come and you haven’t even penetrated me yet, yes, yes, don’t stop just because I came, now your finger, inside me. That’s it, RIGHT THERE!!!!

YES, you know when I seem to want it fast, you must do it slowly, slowly, now faster, fuck it in me, yes, yes, now french the rear while tickling my g-spot.

OHHHHHH! I counted four, did you think three? It doesn’t matter, just keep on,

Oh, baby, yes, yes, yes,

I WANT YOUR COCK IN ME NOW.

(He mounts me, I clasp his waist tightly with my legs.)

Yes, now fuck me, hard, 10 rapid, hard strokes, then 10 slow, shallow ones. AGAIN. Again. AGAIN….oh, yesssss….

(He maintains the rhythm, relentlessly, slipping in a variation here and there.)

You realize you can do this all night? That heart attack that Esme’s husband had? Yes, that’s what happened.

(He continues, he is a machine, he doesn’t miss a beat while i talk, it’s heaven, oh, yes, it ‘s heave…)

I’m supposed to watch for signs of cardiac distress, but it’s hard when I’m coming, over, and over, and over.

YESSSSS>>>>>OHHHHHHH…..

Let me feel your balls. (He keeps stroking while I check.) They’re quite swollen. When you come, it’ll be a torrent that neither of us has experienced.

Just warning you.

It’s not painful, just a longer orgasm than you’re used to.

It’s like a woman’s.

When she’s stimulated properly.

Oh, yes, put that thing in harder. DEEPER. HARDER. You won’t hurt me.

I’M GOING TO, I’M GOING TO, OHHHHHH….

You can’t hurt me.

Now.

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8

As was the case with Mina, so with Celine; Jade continued to see her when they were both free, especially when neither the boys nor her husband were around. Unlike Mina, who began seeing other women too, Celine remained loyal to her ‘first love’, as she called Jade, being unable to conceive of having sex with any other woman.

Jade was happy with Hunter and busy at work and very little happened to disturb her equilibrium, until one day, shortly before Christmas, all that changed. Jade had never really been interested in women who were younger than her, but she had noticed that as she approached her thirtieth birthday she was beginning to check out young girls (as she called them). One reason she tended to dismiss those who were younger than her was because she believed most of them didn’t have a brain. The social media age and the existential evil that is ChatGPT had only made the problem worse, she felt. But, as she was to discover, it had in turn made her more entrenched in her own prejudices.

In a word, she was ripe for the picking by a woman in her early twenties with an intellect the equal of or superior to her own, and with the self-confidence that wouldn’t be cowed by her manner, which could be high-handed and intimidating at times. Jade met this girl in the restaurant of the local hotel, where she had gone on a whim one Friday after finishing work for the day.

She had intended to get there around one o’clock, but in a dental practice it isn’t just patients who are inconvenienced by appointments running late, sometimes it is the dentist herself. By the time she got there, it was nearly two o’clock. In fact, she wasn’t sure why she had gone ahead with her plan and driven to the place, given that the only things they were likely to be serving were sandwiches that curled at the edges and shop bought Scotch eggs. The former she could make at home (much tastier and much more nutritious) while the latter she simply couldn’t abide.

She was surprised to find that the restaurant was still accepting serving lunch. At two or three tables, diners were finishing up their meals, but apart from that she would be the only customer. She was shown to her table by the maître d’, who told her what wasn’t available from the menu, then promptly returned to his station at the entrance. After waiting for a few minutes, a girl approached her table and asked her if she had decided what she would like.

Jade didn’t take much notice of her, not really bothering to look at her properly, as she ordered a starter (pumpkin soup) and a main course (lamb chops, which she was particularly partial to). It was only when she came back with the soup that Jade got a proper look at the waitress. She was not especially tall, or especially anything really. The most distinctive aspect about her was her voice, which had a cut glass quality that Jade hadn’t heard in many years, since she was doing dentistry at Exeter University, in fact.

Her hair was dark and cut in a kind of bob, her chest was flat and it was difficult to make out her legs, which were hidden beneath a long dark skirt. She wore men’s style shoes of the type that Jade really disliked over what appeared to be woollen socks. Yet, despite all that, as Jade mulled things over as she drank her soup, the whole was somehow greater than the sum of the parts. Jade found herself looking forward to her return, so she could engage her in conversation and see if she really had that bit of je ne sais quoi about her or whether she was building her up into something she was not.

When she came to remove the soup bowl, she asked Jade if she had enjoyed it. When Jade told her it hadn’t been as hot as it might have been, the girl said she should have informed her earlier and she would have seen to it. Not a word of sorry, nothing to soften the blow, no attempt at a bit of reparatory chit-chat, just this matter of fact commentary. Jade having nothing further to add, the girl turned on her heel and went off with the soup bowl. Feeling more intrigued than upset, Jade took out her phone, called her hygienist about something she had just remembered needed to be done, then started to read her WhatsApp messages.

When the girl arrived with the lamb, she asked Jade in a routine way whether she wanted any mint sauce or mint jelly. When Jade said she would have some mint sauce, she went off to fetch it without a word. Jade wondered if she’d got out of bed the wrong way or whether she was always like this. She reckoned the latter was more likely. One thing was clear, at any rate: she didn’t care whether she received a tip or not.

She came back and placed the dish on the table near Jade’s plate. It smelt very appetising and Jade told the girl so.

‘Good. I hope you enjoy it,’ she replied, which from her was bordering on the over-communicative.

Jade ate slowly, as was her custom, and as she chewed on the meat (which was good British lamb, not the fatty New Zealand stuff that restaurants usually served), allowed her mind to aksaray escort empty and embraced a meditative state, which was all too rare for her nowadays with her responsibilities as a wife now added to those of looking after a growing practice. She had allowed herself a large glass of a decent red wine (a luxury for her at any time, let alone lunchtime) and this had the added effect of slowing her mind down.

She must have been eating for twenty minutes when the girl materialised by her side and checked that everything was to her liking. Roused from her reverie, she said it was just what the doctor ordered, expecting the girl to turn on her heels once more and leave her in peace. Instead, she asked her if she wanted a dessert or a coffee before the kitchen shut for the afternoon.

‘A decaf would be good,’ she replied, looking up at the waitress.

They made eye contact and Jade felt that familiar spark, which was the last thing she would have expected. For a moment she thought the girl was going to put her hand on her arm, even though she had made no motion to do so. Then, she thought she was going to put her hand on the girl’s arm instead, which was exactly what she found herself doing.

‘Thank you,’ she said, as much in anticipation of what she might be about to receive as in appreciation of what the girl had already done for her, which, in strictly objective terms, was minimal in the extreme.

‘I get off in twenty minutes,’ the girl spoke softly, almost in a whisper.

Jade wasn’t sure if she had heard her right. She had said something about twenty minutes, but was she really making a pass at her, or was she issuing another reminder about closing time? Jade remained silent, then, realising she was still holding her arm, withdrew it and started fiddling with her knife and fork.

‘Did you hear me?’ the girl continued, unfazed by Jade’s apparent confusion.

‘Um, the kitchen’s closing, so you want me out.’

‘But you haven’t even had your decaf yet,’ the girl’s posh tones only accentuated the teasing tone.

‘Oh, that’s not important. I suddenly realised I needed to get home.’

‘But why? Is someone waiting for you?’

Jade realised the girl must have seen her wedding ring, not to mention the diamond engagement ring beside it.

‘Um, well, yes, actually – since you ask.’

‘And there’s nothing else you’d rather be occupying your time with?’

‘Er, look, I think you have the wrong idea about me.’

‘Do I? Is that why you’re hitting on me?’

‘Did it seem like that to you? It was just meant as a friendly gesture.’

‘Suit yourself. As I said, I get off work in twenty minutes, so shall I bring you your decaf and you can have a little think?’

‘A decaf would be great,’ replied Jade, looking at the girl again and giving her a forced smile.

‘I won’t keep you waiting long,’ said the once taciturn girl, placing her hand on Jade’s before moving it away so she could clear her plate.

9

‘”I won’t keep you waiting long”!’ now the girl was toying with her, thought Jade indignantly.

Just who did she think she was! She can’t have been more than 22. This was obviously a holiday job. She must be a student. Probably doing Women’s Studies. Became a lesbian because she couldn’t attract any men. Maybe not even a real lesbian. Just likes playing games with older women, preferably married ones.

‘Maybe I should call her bluff,’ Jade thought. ‘Come onto her strong. That should deflate her little entitled bubble. Everyone these days thinks they can bully an Asian girl. We’ll let them trample all over us. Won’t fight back. Easy pickings. Well, I’ll show her different.’

Jade had no more trouble from the girl during the rest of her meal. Sanity prevailed and she asked for the bill so she could go home and flop on her bed. She really was that tired. When the bill came, it was accompanied by a business card for the hotel. Standard sort of thing. Jade wouldn’t be tucking that in her purse – that was for sure.

She gave the girl her credit card and, while she was waiting for her to process it, she took the card and carelessly turned it over. On the back, was a hand-written message in blue ink: ‘Come to the bungalow at the back. Exit through the door marked “Children’s play area”.’ Jade put the card back the way she had found it and composed herself so that by the time the girl returned she would never know she had read her note.

When the girl returned with her card and the receipt, Jade was ready with a tip, which the girl accepted with a nod of the head and a quizzical look. There was an awkward silence (awkward, at least for Jade), broken not by any words but by Jade getting up, gathering her things and starting for the exit. She made a point of not looking back and continued walking until she reached her car. She opened the door, sat down at the wheel and sighed.

She told herself she didn’t find the girl attractive – neither her appearance nor her personality. amasya escort But the handwritten note played on her mind, nonetheless. She decided to text Hunter to tell him she needed to return to the clinic to talk to the builders who she had engaged to build the extension for the new dentist she was taking on. Feeling better now that she had taken some control over the situation, she started the car and put it in reverse.

Aware that she was shivering, she paused for a second, then started fiddling with the heating. The car warmed up in short order, but the shivering didn’t stop. It only intensified. She put the car in neutral and checked herself in the rear-view mirror. Her face was full of colour, which she found odd, since she rarely blushed. She decided she must be coming down with something and switched the engine off.

She thought of the girl’s mannish shoes and ugly socks, and laughed at herself. Then, unbidden, the memory of the girl’s hand on her own flooded her senses. She found herself getting out of the car and re-entering the hotel. She found the exit to the children’s play area and put her hand on the door handle. No one seemed to be around. The place was as quiet as a graveyard. Opening the door, she went out into the garden and saw the bungalow. She thought she’d walk towards it, knowing that at any time she could retrace her steps and return to the clinic – or home. Or anywhere she wished.

She knocked on the door, then instantly regretted doing so and decided to walk – no, run – back to the safety of her car. She found herself rooted to the spot, unable to move, as if someone had cast a spell on her. The door opened and the girl was there, inviting her inside. She must have gone in, because, before she knew it, she was sitting on the small two-person sofa. She heard the door click shut. She was suddenly aware that her heart was beating very fast. She thought of making a dash for the door, but knew she would be unable to open it. It must have been locked with a security code and she didn’t know the code.

The girl was taking a shower. She could hear the sound of the water falling against the tiles. She had nothing for it but to wait until she came back out to the living room and opened the door for her. She waited on the edge of her seat, her head bowed, her heart still pumping as if she had climbed a lengthy flight of stairs. Finally, she became aware that the girl had rejoined her. She could smell her shampoo, or her body wash, or some scent she was wearing. She must be very close.

The seat next to her was suddenly not empty any more. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see the girl’s bare feet. They looked quite different without those ugly shoes, and those horrible socks. Turning her head slightly, she could see the girl’s knees (not unattractive at all) and her thighs – milky and well defined. She thought she must be naked until she saw the white, shiny, satiny material of her – what was it? – her short, very short, dressing gown, perhaps.

‘Look at me,’ the girl said, her cut glass accent softened, as if it were wearing a muffler.

Jade made herself look at the girl and saw that she was smiling at her. She saw that the sash of her wraparound was loosely tied around her waist. The swell of her breasts was clearly visible. She was sitting there like a Christmas present waiting to be unwrapped.

‘I, I think I should go,’ said Jade with difficulty, as if she had a constriction in her throat.

‘But why?’ the girl replied. ‘You’ve only just arrived.’

‘You’re an odd one,’ Jade said, calming down and as she did so better able to give vent to her frustration.

‘What’s your name, anyway?’ she said, irritably.

‘Angela,’ said the girl, with a smile.

‘You’re not very angelic,’ Jade shot back, but without any real venom.

‘You’re here, aren’t you?’

‘I think that’s a reflection more of your demonic qualities than your angelic ones.’

The was a pause.

‘So are you going to tell me your name?’

‘Jade.’

‘A beautiful precious stone. It fits.’

Jade laughed in spite of herself.

‘Do you treat all your customers like that?’

‘I won’t put up with any nonsense from the leches. You saw my smiley side.’

‘Did you take a dislike to me because I’m married? Or because I’m not white?’

‘I didn’t take a dislike to you. I’d just had a hard time of it today. I wasn’t feeling in the mood to serve another customer.’

‘I think you may be in the wrong job!’

‘It’s just a holiday job. Dad knows the guy who owns the hotel, that’s all.’

‘You’re a student?’

‘Yes, I’m studying to be a vet.’

‘Makes sense,’ said Jade. ‘You’ve got to like animals more than you like humans.’

Angela took the teasing in good part.

‘And you? What do you do?’

‘I work with people, but keep them shut up most of the time. I’m a dentist.’

‘You work here?’

‘Yes. I have my own practice. I’m expanding it because I can’t keep up with antalya escort the demand.’

‘I can see why you would be so popular.’

‘I’m very good at my job, I would have you know.’

‘I didn’t think you were so old,’ said Angela, placing a hand on Jade’s knee through her skirt.

‘There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me,’ replied Jade, placing her own hand on Angela’s bare knee.

‘Things I’d want to know?’ said the girl.

By way of response, Jade laughed, removed her hand from Angela’s knee and settled back into the sofa.

‘You’re married to a man, I take it,’ Angela probed.

‘You ask a lot of questions,’ Jade returned. ‘I wish you’d been a bit more communicative when I was your customer.’

‘Like I said, I’d had a bad day. You were the brightest spot in it.’

‘Wow! It must have been bad then!’

‘So you wear those horrendous clothes to turn off the men?’

‘Well, it works – most of the time, anyway. Men are so shallow and so predictable.’

‘I’ll tell my husband that. Mind you, he’d laugh, agree with you and try to get into your pants.’

‘I’m sorry to hear that,’ said Angela, suddenly serious again.

‘Relax!’ said Jade. ‘He’s the one who has it tough in our relationship. I don’t think he’d ever be unfaithful to me.’

‘Sounds like an intriguing guy.’

‘He’s quite a bit older than me. He was married before. His wife only died a year ago.’

‘Did you know her?’

‘Has anyone ever told you you ask too many questions?’

‘Not today.’

‘That’s hardly surprising. I could have got more conversation out of the statue at the entrance than you when you were waitressing.’

‘I must have done something right. You gave me a nice tip.’

‘Well, you wrote me such a lovely note.’

They fell silent for a minute or so. Jade was the first to break it.

‘You know I’m not really into young women.’

‘Me neither.’

‘I must be at least five years older than you.’

‘But you don’t seem it. And I really go for older, married types.’

Jade thought about Mina and Celine. She seemed to have a lot in common with this girl.

‘Tell me about it. Have you been seducing the lecturers on your course?’

‘Sadly, we don’t have any female lecturers this year. But, you were close. I seduced the veterinary microbiology lecturer’s wife.’

‘Did he get to know?’

‘She got a bit neurotic when I told her we couldn’t be an item, but, no, she told him she was a lesbian but she was the soul of discretion about us.’

‘And she would be how old?’

’45.’

‘And you are?’

’22.’

‘Yes, I can see that snaring me would be like cradle-snatching for you.’

‘And you, Jade. How old are you?’

‘I will be 30 next birthday.’

‘Wow! You don’t look a day over 25. You must tell me how you do it.’

‘Firstly, by not putting myself through the wringer by letting stuck-up students mess with my emotions.’

‘And secondly?’

‘By taking advantage of each and every opportunity that comes my way.’

10

Letting the words hang in the air, Jade applied her hands to the sash that was holding together Angela’s apology for a dressing gown and pulled the two ends slowly but inexorably until the bow disintegrated and the garment fell open. Her eyes fell first on the girl’s full bush, then below it to her pussy. It looked very trim, like a bed in a hotel room with all the edges tucked away neat and tidy, with no creases. Definitely, one for the short list! thought Jade.

But for now, her attention was focused on the girl’s breasts – so crudely camouflaged in the restaurant beneath her abject clothing. To really get a decent look at them, Jade had to push back the satin fabric, which she duly did, opting to keep the article on for the time being. The pear-shape tits were dominated by their broad areoles, above which sat moderately sized nipples. Jade looked forward to working on those nipples in due course. She was in no mood to rush things after the emotional turmoil she had been through.

She was about to kiss Angela when her phone rang.

‘I’m sorry, I’d better take this,’ she said, thinking it might be the builders, who were difficult to get hold of at the best of times.

‘As long as you take me afterwards,’ replied Angela, in her poshest tones.

‘Hi, darling,’ she said to Hunter, who was video calling her, as he sometimes liked to do.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said, with a broad grin on his face, realising she was in the middle of a conference, but not with any client or builder.

Jade looked at Angela with a lascivious grin.

‘Just a second, darling,’ she said.

‘I know how much he’d like to watch us,’ she said to Angela. ‘Would you mind that very much?’

‘I think it would be a tremendous turn-on,’ replied the trainee vet, retying the sash above her waist. ‘Let me get my tripod so we can do it properly.’

Angela went off to her bedroom and, instead of returning, called to Jade to join her. Her heart racing, Jade made her way to the bedroom and fixed her phone on the tripod, which Angela then adjusted until she had it how she wanted it. She then turned on all the lights in the room before joining Jade, standing with her beside the bed holding hands, like a couple of excited schoolgirls.

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Alıcı gözüyle beni baştan aşağı süzüyordu ve ben gerçekten tahrik oluyordum bu bakışlarla. Bir an ne söyleyeceğimi bilemedim ve bakışlarına aynı bakışlarla cevap verdim. Katılıyorum sanırım, dedim ve Elif kahkahayı patlattı. Elimi uzattım.. Kemal ben, narin ve güzel el uzandı elimi okşarcasına sıktı “Elif ben de, memnun oldum” dedi. Memnuniyetim yüzümden okunuyordur eminim, dedim. Bir süre daha konuştuktan sonra birlikte denize girdik. Denizde klasik flörtler bile Elif’leyken tecrübesiz yeni yetmeler gibi heyecanlandırıyordu beni.Teklifsiz bir roleplay başlattı Elif. Yeni sevgililer gibi elele açılmaya başladık. Su boyumuzu aşıyordu artık. Estetik bir yüzüşü vardı, ters dönüyor bana bakıp gülümsüyor yüzüme su sıçratıyordu. Ben de dalıp arkasından çıkıyor mızıkçılık yapmayarak oyunlarına eşlik ediyordum. Bir ara aynı anda daldık ve sualtında karşılaştık. Uzanıp beni kendine çekti ve dudaklarıma yapıştı. Suyun altında ateşli bir şekilde öpüşmeye başladık, su bizi tekrar yüzeye çıkarana kadar devam etti bu. Suyun yüzeyinde bir anlık sessizlikten sonra “Tekrar dalalım, ama bu sefer daha derine”, dedim. Paşamızın hoşuna gitmiş bakıyorum dedi ve ekledi “nadiren tokat escort rastlarım güzel öpüşüyorsun gerçekten”, gururum okşanmıştı, durur muyum?… Senin kadar çekici ve kışkırtıcı bir kadınla ilk defa karşılaşıyorum, dedim. Peki, dedi. Yaklaştı ve yarrağımı avuçladı. Deniz soğuktu ama yarrağım alev alev yanıyor nabız gibi atıyordu. 20 cmlik yarrağımı avuçladıktan sonra söylediği şey hala kulaklarımda, “Potansiyel var”. Beni bağırta bağırta sikmeni istiyorum, becerebilir misin? diye sordu. İstediğin buysa beklentilerini aşarım bile, dedim. Tamam o zaman, denizi boşver daha samimi bir yere gidelim, dedi. Denizden çıktık, toparlandık ve yürümeye başladık. Aklında bir yer var mı? Yoksa bana geçelim, dedim. Farklı birşeyler yapalım, dedi ve ekledi araban var mı? Birazdan yola çıkmıştık. Issız biryer arıyorduk diye düşünüyordum. Ama Elif uzanıp şortumu sıyırdı ve iri yarrağımı avuçladı. Sıcacık dili yarağımın başına değdiğinde keyifli bir inlemeyle elimi direksiyondan çekip saçlarına yapıştım. Elif tek hamlede köklemişti yarrağımı, saçlarından iyice bastırarak deli gibi inledim. Nutkum tutulmuştu. Ağzıyla beni sikiyordu resmen. Biraz sonra lezzetli bir ımm sesiyle “tuzluymuş” dedi ve güzel dişlerini göstererek gülümsedi. Dudaklarına yapıştım ve rüya gibisin, dedim. Yarrağımı hoyratça sıkıp çekerek “Emin ol gerçeğim” dedi. Gülüştük ve tekrar yapıştım dudaklarına. Elif kucağıma uzandı tekrar.. Elinde gerçekten ilgisini çeken birşey tutuyordu ve hakkını vermek için de elinden geleni yapıyordu. Taşaklarımı yalıyor, onları ağzına alıyor içeride diliyle oynatıyor, yarrağımın başını avucuyla okşuyordu durmadan. Dayanamıyordum artık. Gözüme yel değirmenleri takıldı. Uygun bir yer arıyordum, ama yakın da olsun istiyordum. Bir ara-yola saptım ve çok sürmeden uygun, kuytu bir yer kestirdim gözüme. Artık sıra bendeydi. Arabadan çıktım, sert ve kararlı adımlarla Elif’in kapısına ulaştım. Kapıyı aç, Elif’in koluna yapış, aceleyle çıkmasını sağla, sıcak kaputa yüz üstü yasla… İşte sabırsızlıkla beklediğim manzara karşımdaydı. Elif’in taş gibi şekilli ve dolgun kalçaları. Aklım çıkacak gibiydi. Kulaklarıma yozgat escort kan hücum etmiş alev alev yakıyordu. Bikinisini sıyırdım ve elimi bacaklarının arasına daldırdım. Saçlarına sıkıca asıldım geriye doğru çekip boynunu ortaya çıkardım. Yarrağımı amcığına yaslayıp sürtmeye başladım, içim gidiyordu sokmaya. Sol elimle şekilli ve avucuma oturan göğsünü okşamaya, sağ elimle de çenesini tutup geri çekerek boynunu, kulaklarını emmeye başladım. Neredeyse olacakları düşünerek boşalacaktım. Elif öyle tatlı öyle keyifle inliyordu ki sikim kazık kesilmişti, beklersem çatlayacak gibi hissettim ve domaltıp köküne kadar içine girdim. Amcığı ateş, sırılsıklam ve yumuşacıktı. Zevkten çıldırıyor çatır çatır sikiyordum Elif’i. Elif de ortalığı yıkarcasına inliyordu. Kalçalarını tokatlıyor, göğüslerini sıkıyor saçlarını çekiyordum. İkimiz de deliler gibi zevk alıyorduk. Belini sertçe kavradım, var gücümle çakıyordum artık. Doruğuma ulaşmıştım ve böğüre kasıla boşalmaya başladım. Elif diz çöküp ağzına aldı benim ufaklığı. Tek damlasını bile ziyan etmek istemiyordu ve hepsini zevkle yalayıp yuttu. Bittin mi? diye sordu. Cevap vermeme fırsat kalmadan ayağa kalktı, göğsümden iterek beni kaputa oturttu. Önümde diz çökmüştü tekrar. Bu kadın beni gerçekten çok tahrik ediyordu. Sol eliyle bacaklarımı göbeğimi okşuyor, sağ eliyle sikime masturbasyon yaparak somuruyor, ısırıyor ve emiyordu. Çok geçmeden sikim taş gibi oldu. Sağ eliyle sikimi sıvazlayarak, bu kadar mı bağırtacaktın beni?, dedi. Tehditkar bir tonla; Daha fazla!, dedi.Erkeklik damarım kabardı, kanım kaynadı. Sikimi avuçladığı elini tutup ayağa kaldırdım sertçe. Arabaya sırtüstü yasladım ve bacaklarını aralayıp önünde diz çöktüm(önünde diz çökülesi kadındı gerçekten 🙂 Tek bacağını omzuma alıp sağ elimin iki parmağını ıslak amcığına soktum ve klitorisini ağzıma alıp emmeye başladım..İlk inilti muhteşemdi, ben yaladıkça Elif’in inlemeleri çığlıklara dönüşüyordu. Tadı yumuşak ve lezzetliydi. Dilimi ıslak amcığına soktum ve tadına daha fazla vardım. Biraz kendi keyfime daldıktan sonra toparlandım ve Elif’i bağırtma hazırlıklarıma başladım. zonguldak escort Amcığından dilimi çıkardım ve götüne soktum. Götüne dilimi sokuyor içeride oynatıyordum.( O zamana kadar tanıdığım tek bir kadınla bu kadar ileri gitmiştim. Ama Elif’i gerçekten tahrik etmek istiyordum.) Amcığını parmaklayarak, götünü yalayarak bayılacak hale getirdim Elif’i. Zevkten uçuyordu sanki. Saçlarımı çekiyor, başımı avuçluyor sertçe bastırıyordu kendine. Kollarımı tırnak izleriyle doldurdu. Hiçbirşeyi düşünmüyorduk artık. Elif çığlıklar atarken ayağa kalktım ve sertçe amcığına girdim köküne kadar. “Sik beni erkeğim, çatır çatır sik, zımbala beni parçala beni diye inliyordu. Elif’i domaltıp sikmeye devam ettim. Parmağımla yumuşamış götünü sikiyordum diğer taraftan. Artık bağırtma zamanıydı. Beline bastırıp iyice arabaya yapıştırdım Elif’i ve yarrağımı sıcacık amcığından çıkarıp götüne soktum. Önce başı sonra yavaşça gövdesi ve nihayet köküne kadar. Sanırım Elif sevişmemizin başından beri ilk defa bu kadar zevkle inlemişti. Gir çıklarım başladığında çığlıkları öylesine yükselmişti ki biran nerede olduğumuzu hatırladım ve içimi bir korku aldı. Elif’in elimi tutup beni kendine çekmesi ve “daha sert, daha hızlı” demesiyle tekrar kayboldum. Artık hiçbirşey umrumuzda değildi sanırım. Çılgınlar gibi sikişiyorduk. Gören olsaydı eminim sadece seyrederek bile boşalabilirdi. Gir çıklarım hızlandı ve sertleşti. Belini sertçe kavramış, sabit ritmle çatır çatır sikiyor arada kalçalarını sertçe tokatlıyordum. Her zamanki gibi içimdeki hayvan uyanmıştı. Hareketlerim Elif’i çileden çıkarıyordu. Artık çığlıkları düzensiz soluklar ve iniltilere dönüşmüştü. Kasılıyordu, ama ne kasılma çifte boşalma yaşıyordu. Hem anal hem vajinal. Bacakları titremeye başladı, ve keskin bir çığlıkla doruğa ulaştı. Öylesine tahrik olmuştum ki ben de kasılmaya başladım,sertçe girip çıkarak böğürerek volkan gibi patladım. Sanki uçaktan atlamış boşlukta süzülüyordum. Elif daha fazla dayanamadı ve dizlerinin üstüne çöküverdi. Bacakları titriyordu hala. Yanına çöktüm, arabaya sırtımızı yasladık ikimiz de. Yüzündeki titrek gülüşe bir daha hasta oldum ve yumuşacık olmuş dudaklarına tekrar yapıştım. Gerçekten mükemmel bir deneyimdi. Uzun bir süre ikimiz de konuşmadık. Öpüştük, gülüştük, bir ara şarkı mırıldanmaya başladık. Diğer arkadaşlar gibi sonrasında neler olduğunu anlatmayacağım. İlklerin heyecanı her zaman bambaşka. Herkese mükemmel ilkler diliyorum hoşçakalın.

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I rubbed my clit with the thought of her tits bouncing out of her bikini top last weekend playing on a loop in my head, remembering fondly that her nipples were happily poking through. I was so wet on my bed, my legs splayed out rocking my hips. I let out a moan for her when I felt the itch succumb to a relieving orgasm, my body violently shaking my own tits. My nipples were so hard from my arousal and being naked on my bed after my shower. I day dreamt about her lips kissing and licking at them.

I wanted to fuck Ash so bad, I was willing to play the long game until her boyfriend fumbled her. I couldn’t stand the thought of him pumping her full of his seed and her squeezing her legs around his hairy body, begging his balls for more. Maybe I was just jealous and wanted him to fuck me like he was impregnating me too.

I started playing with my nipples again while lying in bed and nearly came again. I wanted her so bad, maybe I could sit on his cock for a moment or so.

Suddenly my phone rang, a photo of her as a sexy peach and me as a sexy mario flashed on my screen. I toyed with my left nipple before deciding to answer.

“Hello?” I said casually, trying not to sound like I just rubbed my clit to the thought of her.

“Oh my god Vi you’ll never believe what Steve did!”

“You should come over, I’ll make something to eat and you can tell me over dinner,” I said with devious intentions. I couldn’t even let her finish out of excitement.

I cleaned up my place quick and did my hair and makeup before starting to cook while she was on her way. I felt so horny I wanted to hump something so badly, I could have humped the couch.

By the time she got to my place I had soaked through my thong and balıkesir escort had to change into a crotchless thong instead. I heard her knock and straightened my tits in my cami and got the door, she was dressed casually. I wanted to bite her little ass in her yoga pants and eat her out from behind so badly. Her tits peeking through her cropped camisole were driving me nuts, I wanted to suckle on them so badly and drink her milk.

“Hi gorgeous come here!” I said pulling her against me and aiming for our nipples to touch, she kissed my cheek when I let go and began to delve into her story about Steven. He broke up with her because she can’t have a baby, and it had put too much strain on their relationship. I comforted her genuinely and ran my fingers through her hair, wishing she would lie back and let me fiddle around with her clit and get her to forget about him.

“I know what you can do to get over him” I said with a chuckle. “What? Anything to get my mind off of him it’s killing me.”

I cupped her face with my hand and pinched her nipple softly, she exclaimed, most likely in pleasure and surprise.

“You’re silly Vi, I don’t want to find someone to hook up with. I’d rather just spend more time with you!”

My heart sank, I wanted to be bold and vulnerable and tell her how I felt about her, how aroused she makes me every second.

“Well maybe you could do both,” I said looking down and back up sheepishly meeting her gaze.

“Who would I hook up with here?” Still not making the connection.

I pulled my cami up over my tits and let them bounce out freely. I immediately led my tit to her mouth and without hesitation she latched onto me, moving her tongue bartın escort around my nipple shooting euphoric sparks from my areoles to my clit. I moaned with pleasure and wiggled to take my pants off, her hands now massaging my boobs.

I cried out in pleasure as she pinched my other nipple while grazing her teeth on the one in her mouth. I bucked my hips up to her and reached for her clothes desperately.

“Slow down Vi,” she said, I was worried she had come to her senses.

Suddenly she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing the perfect tits I’d seen before but had been too scared to stare at. She pulled me close and rubbed our nipples against each other, causing me to moan again ecstatically.

I helped her out of her pants and immediately started feeling my hands around her lower region. I’d never seen her crotch before, she was shaved and wet, her pussy juice glistening out of her seam.

I spread her lips with my mouth and rapidly licked around her clit in a circle, causing her to spread her legs and grab my head.

“Oh my god Vi your mouth feels so fucking good.”

I figured Steven could never lick her pussy as well, but I didn’t have a cock to blow a load in her.

I nibbled at her clit, kissing the inside of her labia and licking around in a zig zag pattern. I found her g spot near the base and pressed my tongue into it, moving it just slightly to drive her crazy.

By now she had her legs wrapped around my head and I just wanted to lie on the bed and have her ride my face.

“What about you? We need you to orgasm too!” This delighted me, I pulled my pants off revealing my freshly shaved cunt. We climbed further onto the bed and I climbed on batman escort top of her, my right leg between hers so that our tits and pussy lined up. I was so horny I was playing with my own nipples when she wasn’t.

I started rubbing our clits together and she gasped, her hands shakily reaching up to my face to pull me towards her. I kissed her lips and licked her bottom one before sucking it into my mouth with my teeth, I could feel her gasping and ground my clit on her in circles. A whiny moan escaped her lips and I almost slipped and came right then and there.

Our pussies were getting so wet, our juices mixing together in sexual harmony. I wonder if she missed having a cock in her or if she liked how I felt on her instead.

“Suck on my tits Vi it feels so good, I want to cum with you on my tits.” Without hesitation I was toying her nipples with my tongue, my hands taking over the other titty not engulfed by my mouth. I felt my orgasm start to come on strong, a tingling feeling in my groin that grew and grew until I was humping at her crotch like a horny fiend, screaming out in pleasure and pinching her nipples. She spread her legs open so I was straddling her cunt, rubbing my pussy on hers in a frenzy as we both started to orgasm. I felt her pussy pulsate and soak my own and I lost it. I had finally made Ash cum and I got to cum on her, our juices mixing with one another. Maybe steven would fuck my juices deep into her cunt later.

“Violet oh my,” she gasped as her orgasm subsided and she was left out of breath on my bed, “I didn’t know I could cum like that.” I removed myself from on top of her and caressed her body as I moved to sit next to her. We were enjoying the silence catching our breaths when a knock on the door startled us.

“Oh no,” she said, “I hope he hasn’t followed me here!”

I felt a swelling feeling in my pussy, maybe Steven would let me watch them have make up sex. I’d love to sit and watch him pump her full of seed while rubbing myself off.

To be continued…

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“Where in the hell is my cell phone?” I’m rummaging through my bag, trying to find the damn thing. Just as I find it, it stops ringing.

It’s my mother, of course. I don’t know why she insists on these monthly family dinners. I could be at home with my feet propped up on my couch, with a glass of wine, watching 911 reruns.

Instead, I’m being forced to endure these long dinners.

My mother is determined for the family to stay connected, as if dinners with all of us are going to make all the drama go away.

Just as I’m about to put the key in the door, it bursts open. It’s my little sister, Sapphire. She pulls me into the living room.

“September, girl, you are not ready for this one. Ma has got a new man, bitch!”

I grab the glass of wine from her and take a sip as I kick off my shoes. We settle onto the couch to gossip.

“Sapphire, what the fuck are you even talking about, and who is this man?”

I don’t have to wait long because in comes my brother, Andre. He sits on the floor in front of us with a beer in hand.

I notice both my siblings drinking, and I don’t want to be left out, so I hand Sapphire her glass back.

“Let me go get my own drink and see who this man is you’re talking about.”

Andre looks up. “Oh, Sapphire didn’t tell bayburt escort you about his daughter, huh?”

I look at him like he’s crazy because if my mama invited his daughter, I know it’s serious.

I head into the kitchen and I see my mother taking the mac and cheese out of the oven.

“Do you need any help with that, Ms. Stevens?”

I turn my head to the voice, and the woman standing before me smiles in my direction. She extends her hand to introduce herself.

I take her hand. “Hello, I’m Samirah. You must be September. Nice to meet you.”

I look her up and down and smile. “Nice to meet you as well.”

Just then, my mother clasps her hands together. “Well, now that all the introductions are out of the way, come help me set this table, Tember.”

I cringe. Only my mother can get away with calling me that.

I hear a slight chuckle, and it’s the sexiest sound I have ever heard. “Aw, that’s cute, Tember, short for September.”

I shoot her a pleading look. She walks past me and bumps me on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, I promise I won’t call you that.” Then she whispers, “If you ask me nicely.”

I raise my eyebrow at her. She winks and goes to help my mother set the table.

I walk back to the living bilecik escort room where Andre and Sapphire have pulled up 911. “Shit, now it’s my usual Friday night.”

My siblings both groan. “We know.”

“All you do is sit at home. You need to get out of that house some of the time,” Andre complains.

I suck my teeth. “Whatever.”

I hear my mom’s voice call us to the table.

I’m babysitting my second glass of wine when my mother’s eyes light up like a kid on Christmas morning. She jumps from her seat and runs into the arms of this mysterious man.

I watch my mother kiss this man in a way I’ve never seen before. He turns around and looks at me. “You must be September. It’s so great to finally meet you. I’m Desmond. I’ve heard so much about you. Your mom can’t stop bragging about you and your brother and sister.”

I smile back at him. He has a kind face, and my mother seems happy, so that’s all that matters to me. So I return his warm greeting. “It’s so nice to meet you as well, Desmond.”

The rest of the night is pleasant but for the most part, uneventful.

Sapphire and I sneak outside to light up and finish the night off with a nice buzz. Just as we’re sitting back, reminiscing about our childhood, Samirah comes bingöl escort and sits next to us.

“I hope I’m not interrupting you guys, but could I please get in? Your mom and my dad are just about fucking in the living room, and your brother already made his departure.”

We look at her with pity, and Sapphire passes her the blunt. We all settle back into our seats.

Hours seem to pass, and we haven’t realized how much time has gone by. Sapphire looks at her watch.

“Shit, ladies, I have to go. I have work in the morning.”

I kiss my sister good night and shut my eyes.

Suddenly, I feel like I’m being watched, and I open my eyes to see Samirah staring at me with half-open eyes. She smiles at me slightly and opens her mouth partially and runs her tongue along her teeth before handing me the blunt back.

She stands up and stretches, allowing her body to relax into the stretch. I’m mesmerized by the way her body shifts and her shirt lifts just slightly, revealing her bare skin.

I take her in. She is actually gorgeous with a close cut, dyed deep brown, that matches her complexion perfectly. She has a bohemian quality to her that’s kind of alluring.

What’s most alluring is how appealing this all is to me, especially since I’m not into women. It was just something about her.

She pats my leg. “I should be going too. Let me get your number.”

We exchange numbers, and for some reason, I’m excited to wait for her call.

As she’s walking away, she says in a way that turns me into mush, “I find you attractive too, Tember.”

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Sometimes I like to give myself a treat, y’know, give myself a break from all the hustle and bustle of college life. I call it Me Time, and time is the operative word, because I give myself all the time I need.

When I decide to pamper myself, I make sure my schedule is clear, and the phone is off the hook. The last thing I want is to be interupted – it kills the mood.

I will start out by taking a long, hot, steamy shower…the kind that leaves me lobster red. I spend lots of time shampooing, even more time conditioning, and I pay extra special attention to myself with my loofah.

After I wet myself down, I stand in the hot stream, and let the water wash away my tension. I lean against the wall, and feel my nipples harden against the cool tiles. I pick up the bottle of shampoo, and give myself a generous squeeze.

I love to massage my scalp when I wash my hair. It’s is so relaxing to feel pressure on your head, with the combined effects of the hot water and the sweet clean smell of the shampoo. I lather the suds deep into my skin, from the roots to the tips. I even take a handful of suds bitlis escort and rub it between my legs.

I rinse away all the suds and start with the conditioner. Conditioner makes my hair so beautifully soft and smooth. Once it’s in, I loofah my legs, gently scrubbing and sudsing myself. I pay extra attention to areas that tend to get rough or dry, like my knees and my ankles. Then I grab my shaving cream and apply it, all the way up.

When I shave, I do it slowly, with purpose. No nicks, and no missed hairs. I love for my legs to be soft and smooth, even if the hairs are blonde and practically invisible.

I finish shaving one leg, run my hands all over to make sure I didn’t miss anything, then start on the other one. I don’t mind taking a long time, because I have given myself this time to relax, and pay attention to myself.

After the other leg is done, I take a handful of shaving cream, and lather my pussy. All over my mons, around the bikini line, and especially my lips.

I start on one side and work my way down and across. I leave a strip down bolu escort the center. Sometimes I’ll be in the mood to shave it all off, and be totally bare, and other times, I like to keep it there. It all depends on a variety of factors, like who I’m with at the time, what he likes, and if I want to deal with growing it back.

Each of my lips are carefully shaved. I love when my lips are soft, smooth, and hair free. I swear they feel more puffy and inviting when they’re hairless. I also lather around my asshole…I like that hair free too.

When I’m done, I rinse off, and inspect myself. If I feel any need, I make some touch ups, then temporarily retire the razor and grab my loofah.

I squirt more of my soap onto it, and begin to scrub my belly and sides. I reach around to my butt cheeks and my back, then come back around to my breasts. I pay them extra special attention. I love to get them all soapy and slick, and rub them with my hands. I get distracted and slip a hand to my pussy, running my fingers up and down my smooth slit, then I gently rub my clit. Sometimes, burdur escort when I’m really horny, I’ll squeeze some shampoo on a finger, and rub it around my asshole. The sensation of rubbing my clit and teasing my tight hole are often too much, and I cum quickly with a finger knuckle deep.

I return to the task of washing myself, and I rinse off my body, my hair, and I simply stand under the flow of the water. The rushing heat and steam rising off me are intoxicating.

When I step out of the shower, I wrap myself in a fluffy towel, then I start to dry off. Before I’m completely dry, I wrap my hair in my towel, and stand before my mirror, naked. I squeegee my mirror so I can properly see myself, then I open the cabinet and pull out the bottle of body oil. I give myself a generous amount, and rub it between my hands. I lift the first leg and rest it on the edge of the tub, and I begin to massage the oil into my damp skin. I get both legs, move up to my belly, sides and back. I always get my arms and neck, then my breasts, then my mound. I love the feel of the oil on my lips, and I rub it in well.

My pussy is at it’s softest and smoothest right after one of my favorite kind of showers, and once I’m nice and dry, I go to Literotica, and get wet all over again.

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Maria wore a skirt to work today just for him. All night she had thought about him and what he had asked her to do. The thought of bring herself off for him in her office was enough to make her sopping wet.

It was a busy day at the office, with tons of things to be done, but always in the back of her mind was him and what she was going to do. That thought alone had her aroused and wet all day. She found herself squirming in her chair anytime she sat down and the urge to slid fingers under her skirt was torturing her. More than once during the morning, she caught her hand straying to her crotch and her employees looking at her curiously. With heat rising in her face, she barked out orders a bit rougher than she intended.

Finally, around lunch time, she got a few minutes to go to her office and shut the door. Collapsing into her chair from exhaustion and anticipation, she immediately placed her hand under her skirt to rub her clit. By now her panties were soaking from the anticipation that had been running through her body all day. She reached across the desk to log onto her computer, quickly locating his last email. The one he had sent last night, describing what he wanted her to do today. She then pulled up her media player, inserted a CD and let the music play, knowing that this was not going to go quietly. She was already so aroused that the slightest touch would probably send her over the edge. Amazed at how just the thought of doing something so “naughty” was making her ache.

Sliding her chair away from the desk, she stood with knees trembling and removed her panties tossing them bursa escort on the floor. Sitting back into her chair, she placed one foot on the door, since the lock was broken and draped the other over the corner of her desk. As she started to read his email, she opened a few buttons on her blouse and slid her hand inside, under her bra. Taking a nipple between her thumb and fore finger, she gently pinched and rolled the nipple between her fingers. Occasionally, stopping to hook a pinky in the ring and pull slightly. Moving her other hand down to her pussy, she begin to stroke her clit, feeling the moisture and smelling the aroma of sex fill the room.

Already tremendously aroused, a moan escaped from between her lips, as she flicked at her clit, sending razor sharp blades of passion down her spine. Taking her clit between two fingers, she began to stroke faster as the other hand pinched harder on a nipple. By now, she could feel sweat rolling down her back and her breath coming faster.

She let go of her nipple and brought her hand down to her pussy, inserting two fingers deep inside her dripping cunt. Wiggling and slamming her fingers deeper into her pussy, she increase the pace of her fingers on her clit. She could already feel her climax building, her fingers rubbing hard over her most sensitive area as the other hand fucked her cunt with wild abandon. She was so close to cumming, yet craving more. Wanting to feel her self filled, she looked around the room. Eyes glazed with lust, she spotted a flashlight on the file cabinet. She had brought it to work days earlier çanakkale escort when they were having problems with the electricity.

It was a cold black metal flashlight, at least 8 inches long and at least 5-6 inches around. Jumping up from the chair, she reached for the flashlight. With the flashlight in one hand and the other still rubbing her clit, she sat back down in the chair and slide back to give herself more access to her pussy. Without any further thought to where she was or what she was doing, she rammed the flashlight deep into her cunt, feeling it stretch the walls, filling her beyond imagination. The cold feel of it only heightening her pleasure, bringing forth yet more moans. Panting and moaning, she worked her fingers faster over her clit, feeling the nub there harden and swell. Pushing the flashlight in and out of her cunt, keep time with the other hand, sending herself over the edge.

She could feel the tension in her body building and clamped her teeth together hard to keep from screaming out. She began to increase the pace, slamming the flashlight hard into her pussy, taking almost all of it inside of her. She started to roll her clit back and forth between her fingers, applying more pressure. Fucking herself harder now, she began to feel the spasms start deep inside her cunt, she could feel the walls of her cunt tightening on the flashlight, almost forcing it out. She gripped it tighter, holding it firm as she continued to ram it into herself. Suddenly, her whole body was taken over by savage trembling and the air caught in her throat. çankırı escort She could feel the moisture oozing out of her cunt as her clit became so sensitive it was almost painful to touch. She still didn’t stop, completely unable to control her body or herself. She rode out her climax until her entire body was drenched in sweat and her legs were trembling so hard they were shaking the desk. Then and only then did she stop ramming the flashlight into her pussy and relaxed the pressure to her clit.

Throwing her head back, the strands of her red hair falling out of the carefully maintained bun at the back of her head, she collapse in her chair reveling in the feel of the waves rushing over her. Lying back savoring the feelings coursing through her body, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply, completely spent.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, startling her and causing her heart to racing again.

“Maria, we need you at the front, one of the patients are complaining about the wait”

Instantly Maria jumped up from her desk, terrified that this person would open the door and find her there with her shaved pussy exposed for all to see, glistening with sweat and the juices from her climax just moments before.

“Coming,” she croaked out.

She pulled the flashlight from her pussy with trembling hands, as her body continued to shake with the remains of her orgasm and the fear of being caught. She dropped the flashlight into a drawer, grabbed her panties and stepped into them. She rapidly fixed her hair then reached up to button her shirt, giving each of her nipples one last pinch, before starting out the door.

The smell of sex hovered in the air as she opened the door and stepped out. With a smile on her face, she placed a finger in her mouth to taste herself, as she moved off to take charge of the situation. Once more the calm cool business woman.

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Joan tentatively rang the doorbell of the rectory. She tried her best to display a neutral expression on her face. However, she was feeling extremely jittery after what had happened in the confessional that afternoon.

Having assumed that it was crotchety old Father O’Connor sitting in the priest’s compartment, Joan had talked about sexual fantasies and masturbation. And – in the hopes of getting fired from her after-school job at the rectory – Joan had even taken out a small vibrator and masturbated. She had shamelessly brought herself to a sinful orgasm right there in the confessional.

However, much to her surprise, when the privacy screen had slid back, it was not Father O’Connor who had been listening to her confession. The unfamiliar young face of Father Ben had watched Joan as she came down from her orgasm.

Of course Joan had been completely humiliated. But after talking with the new substitute priest for a little while, Father Ben had convinced Joan to keep her part-time job cooking and cleaning at the rectory – at least while Father O’Connor was still recovering in the hospital.

Her stomach flip-flopped as she heard the clicking of the deadbolt being unlocked. The door swung open and there was Father Ben. “Nice to see you again Joan. Come on in,” he warmly greeted her.

“Thanks Father,” Joan said shyly. She still could not forget the incident in the confessional. She crossed the threshold and entered the rectory.

Father Ben must have had the airconditioning turned up rather high. Joan shivered. With it being almost summer, she had not bothered to bring a sweater or a jacket. She began to get goosebumps on her arms. But what concerned her more was that she could feel her nipples becoming erect under her blouse. The material of her bra was thin and flimsy. She hoped Father Ben would not notice.

“I’m really glad that you decided not to quit this job,” said Father Ben as they entered the kitchen.

“Thanks for not firing me after … you know … what I did earlier today,” Joan mumbled sheepishly as she lowered her gaze. “I can’t believe you still want me to work for you.”

“We all make mistakes,” Father Ben said benevolently. “I very much believe in second chances.” He took a step toward Joan, reached over and placed his hand on her upper arm. “I mean, I would have appreciated it if someone had given me more second chances when I was younger.”

Not expecting the sudden touch, Joan took an instinctive and awkward step backwards. As she did this, she clumsily bumped into the kitchen table. As it wobbled on its uneven legs, an apple tumbled down. It had been on top of a pile of fruit in a wooden bowl. The apple rolled across the table toward them.

“Look at that, an appetizer,” Father Ben joked as he picked up the red piece of fruit and handed it to the flustered teenager. He then reached across the table and grabbed a peach for himself.

“Oh … no …” Joan stammered.

“What, you don’t like apples? Would you like a banana instead.”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just … I don’t eat here. I normally just come in, cook Father O’Connor his dinner, do some housework and then leave. My mother usually has a plate waiting for me in the refrigerator when I get home.”

“So you eat a cold dinner every night?” Father O’Conner bit into the peach. Joan watched as a little bit of juice dribbled down his chin.

“I mean, on the evenings that I work here, yeah. I’ll have a cold dinner later on at home.”

“Well, you’re more than welcome to join me for dinner if you’d like. I don’t know about you, but I don’t particularly like to eat alone.” He took another bite out of the peach. He sucked up the juice that was dripping out of the flesh of the fruit. “And I’m certainly not going to finish that entire bowl of fruit.” He pointed toward the kitchen table. “So you may as well help yourself.” He looked down at the apple that she was holding.

“Thanks Father.” Joan took a hesitant bite out of the apple. It was sweet and crisp. Father Ben watched her as she swallowed. “Mm, it’s really good.” She took another bite.

The young priest smiled at her. “An apple a day keeps the doctor away.” It was a lame and cliched proverb. But when Father Ben said it, Joan could not help but giggle a little.

What’s wrong with me, she silently chastised herself. He’s a priest for christ’s sake. He’s not flirting with me, she firmly told herself.

“So Father, what do you want me to make you for dinner?” Joan made her way across the kitchen and swung open the door of the refrigerator. She took another bite out of the ruby red fruit.

“I just arrived here this morning. I don’t even know what ingredients I have.” Father Ben stood behind Joan and looked over her shoulder into the refrigerator.

“Well, there’s some shrimp. And lots of veggies. I could cook a stir fry … I guess.”

“You don’t sound too enthusiastic about that,” Father Ben observed as he sucked the last bit of flesh off of the peach pit. He tossed the large seed into çorum escort a trash bin next to the counter.

“Honestly Father, cooking isn’t exactly my favorite thing to do. But it’s my job,” Joan stated matter-of-factly.

“If you don’t like cooking, then how are you planning on feeding yourself when you move out of your mother’s house?”

“Order take out …” Joan reluctantly admitted.

“And is that what you would prefer to do right now?” he asked with mock sternness. “Order take out?”

“Yeah …” Joan scrunched up her nose as she guiltily cringed.

Father Ben let out a loud long laugh. He shook his head, but he was obviously amused by Joan’s candor. “And what exactly is your favorite take out? What’s your vice?”

“Pizza.”

“And would you like to order us some pizza for tonight?”

“Yes please,” Joan nodded. However, she then said, “But it’s my job to come here and cook.”

“It’s up to you,” Father Ben said. “You can either cook us a stir fry or order us a pizza. I’ll let you make that choice.”

“Pizza!” Joan tossed her apple core into the garbage and then grabbed the receiver of the phone hanging on the kitchen wall.

Father Ben pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, flipped it open and slid out a credit card. He handed it to Joan. “When the pizza gets here, you can pay for it with this.”

“Sure, thanks.” Joan dialed the number for the nearest pizzeria. She then glanced down at the lettering printed on the card. “Hey, isn’t this Father O’Connor’s credit card?”

“Yeah. Because I’m taking care of his parish for him, I’m putting all expenses on his card. The diocese will reimburse him when he gets out of the hospital.”

“Oh … okay.” That’s a rather odd explanation, Joan mused. But she did not ask anymore questions on the subject. As the employee of the pizzeria picked up, Joan turned to Father Ben and asked, “Hey, what do you want on your pizza?”

“Ham and pineapple.”

“Ugh, that’s vile!” Joan exclaimed.

“Just tell them to put it on half of the pizza. On the other half, get whatever you want.” Once again, Father Ben shook his head at Joan’s silly behavior.

As Joan relayed their order over the phone, Father Ben reached up and opened a cabinet above the sink. He pulled out two glasses. He then opened up a tall narrow cupboard next to the refrigerator and retrieved a decanter of wine. He poured himself a glass.

“And what would you like to drink this evening, Miss Hubert?” he asked as Joan hung up the phone.

“Are you asking me what would I actually LIKE to drink? Or are you asking me what I SHOULD be drinking?” She placed a hand on her hip, narrowed her eyes and gave him a cynical look.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m only eighteen. You know I’m not legally old enough to drink alcohol.”

“Yes, I am well aware of that fact. But I also know what kind of antics you teenagers get up to. Don’t let the costume fool you.” He gestured at the clerical collar situated around his neck. “Believe it or not, I used to be quite rebellious in my youth.”

Joan smirked at the idea of the young priest actually doing anything disobedient or forbidden. But then again, he was offering her alcohol.

“And I find it really hard to believe that an eighteen year old girl – whose willing to touch herself in a confessional – has never had a drink before in her life.”

Joan blushed and looked down as she was reminded of her earlier behavior. “I do like wine coolers,” she confessed. “My friends and I usually drink them at parties. But I don’t normally drink actual wine.”

“Wine is an acquired taste. You can try a glass if you’d like. But it’s totally up to you. You don’t have to drink it if you don’t want to. I think I saw some milk and juice in the refrigerator.”

“No,” Joan said quickly. “I’ll have a glass of wine.”

Father Ben seemed to smile approvingly as he picked up the bottle and poured the burgundy fluid into the second glass. He handed it to Joan.

Before taking a sip, she asked, “Isn’t this a sin?”

“Why? All over the world, the legal drinking age is eighteen in most countries.” He swirled the contents of the glass and inhaled the scent.

“But not in this country,” Joan pointed out.

“I won’t tell anyone if you won’t,” he whispered.

“It’s a deal,” Joan laughed as they clinked glasses.

She took a sip. The taste was a little strong, but not unpleasant.

“Normally I would drink a wine that’s more dry.” Father Ben took a sip. “But I figured that a teenage girl would prefer something a little more on the sweet side.” Suddenly the doorbell rang. “Would you mind getting that, Joan? That must be our pizza.”

Joan paid for the pizza with Father O’Connor’s credit card. She made sure to give a generous tip to the delivery boy and returned to the kitchen.

Father Ben had begun to set the table in the dining room. She noticed that he had not put their place settings across the table from one another. denizli escort Rather, they were adjacent to each other perpendicularly at the corner of the table. So that, when seated, Joan and Father Ben would more or less be sitting side by side at a right angle.

As she entered the dining room, Father Ben smiled at her and sat down at the head of the table. Joan put their pizza down a few inches from their plates and glasses. She took her seat to the left of Father Ben.

Father Ben opened the cardboard box. Heat, steam and an enticing salty smell wafted out. He began to reach for a slice.

“Uh … shouldn’t you say grace first, Father?” she reminded him.

“Of course,” Father Ben smiled. “I was just testing you,” he quipped as he clasped his hands, closed his eyes and bent his head. “Heavenly Father, for what we are about to receive, we are truly grateful. Amen.” He then made the sign of the cross.

“Good job, Father. Real original,” Joan said dryly as she rolled her eyes.

“Do you think you could do better?” he challenged.

Joan brought her hands together and boisterously recited, “Rub-a-dub-dub! Thanks for the grub!” She then rubbed her palms together and said, “Let’s eat!”

“And you think THAT was original?” Father Ben looked unimpressed. “I remember watching Bart Simpson say that particular ‘blessing’ years ago. That Simpsons episode probably first aired before you were even born. That’s how old that joke is.”

“So?” she irreverently shot back. “I still can’t believe you like these toppings. I mean, what kind of a sociopath likes pineapple on their pizza?” Joan teased as she grabbed a slice from her side of the pie.

“And what did you order? Plain cheese and pepperoni? I would have expected something far more adventurous from a girl like you. Mushrooms, green peppers, maybe some black olives …”

“Black olives? Ew!” Joan made a disgusted face as she bit into her slice.

“Maybe some spicy Italian sausage. You know, you shouldn’t turn your nose up at trying new things,” Father Ben lectured.

“But I am trying new things.” She gave him a cheeky grin as she picked up her glass of wine and took a big gulp.

“Hey, take it easy! I can’t get you drunk and then send you back to your mother’s house.”

Taking another swig, she looked over the rim of her glass at Father Ben. “What if I didn’t go back to my mother’s house tonight?” Then, taking a deep breath, she asked, “What if I spent the night … here?”

Father Ben momentarily put down his pizza and wiped his greasy fingers on a napkin. He turned to his left to look at her. “And why on earth would you want to spend the night at the rectory, Joan?”

Joan silently shrugged her shoulders. She drank more of her wine until her glass was empty. She set it down. Father Ben promptly refilled it. Joan did not object.

“Father, did you ever have any girlfriends before you decided to become a priest?”

Father Ben laughed sheepishly as he looked down. “Yes, a few.”

Joan took another sip. She narrowed her eyes as she looked at him. “So … you’re not a virgin then?”

“Oh my goodness, Joan!” he said incredulously. But then letting out a heavy sigh, he answered, “No, I’m not a virgin.”

“But isn’t that a sin?”

“I wasn’t a priest at that time.”

“But isn’t premarital sex a sin?” she countered.

“Where in the bible does it say that premarital sex is a sin? Please, take out your bible and show me.”

“I don’t read the bible. You know I’m an atheist,” Joan retorted. Then, in her tipsy state, a funny thought occurred to her. “Isn’t it ironic?”

“What’s ironic?”

“You’re a Catholic priest. But you’ve been sexually active with multiple women. And I’m an atheist. But I’m a virg…” Suddenly Joan stopped herself as she realized what she was saying. She immediately clamped her mouth shut as a blush began to creep across her cheeks.

“You’re a what?”

“Nothing!”

“No, what were you going to say, Joan? You’re an atheist, but you’re also a … what?” Father Ben picked up his glass and took in a long leisurely mouthful of wine. He let the liquid linger in his mouth, bathing his tongue, before finally swallowing it.

“No, nothing. It’s not important,” Joan mumbled as she looked down at her plate.

Father Ben raised a mischievous left eyebrow and smiled at her. “Were you going to say that you’re a … virgin?”

“Yeah,” Joan whispered.

“And is that something to be embarrassed about?”

“Yes!” Joan blurted out. “I’m eighteen. It’s super embarrassing!”

“Why?”

“Well, it’s not like I’m saving myself for marriage. I’m not religious or anything.” Distressed, Joan twisted a napkin between her fingers. “I’m going off to college in the fall. I don’t want to be a virgin when I start college.”

“Joan, there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin while you’re a college student. Frankly, I think it’s kind of nice that you’re still a virgin.”

“You would,” Joan düzce escort said bitterly.

“I just really like the fact that, despite the bad girl image you try to portray, there’s still a sweet innocence about you. You try to act naughty, but you’re still uncorrupted.”

“Ugh! Make me gag!” Joan took a large drink of her wine. “That’s the lamest corniest thing that I’ve ever heard.”

“It might be lame,” Father Ben conceded. “But I’m glad that you’re still a good girl at heart.” Then he jokingly added, “Pure and unsullied.” He spoke in a mock voice, meant to sound high class and pretentious.

“Ew, stop it!” Joan squealed in disgust. She slapped him across his arm as she protested, “That’s so gross!”

In jest, Father Ben lightly hit her back as he laughed, “I’m just surprised and impressed that your virtue is still intact.”

“Stop talking about my ‘virtue!'” Joan drunkenly giggled as she grabbed the sleeve of his black shirt. She tried to get in a harmless playful punch. He grabbed her wrists and jerked her toward him. Joan squirmed, trying to get away. But the more she struggled, the tighter his grip became. He pulled her nearer to him. Joan looked up at his face. He looked down at her and grinned.

Maybe it was all the wine. Maybe it was Joan’s rebellious streak. Maybe it was how taboo the whole situation was. But for whatever reason, Joan tilted her face up toward Father Ben’s. She boldly kissed him on the mouth.

Father Ben did not immediately kiss her back. But neither did he pull away. He remained still as Joan pressed her lips to his. She sensed his lips slowly parting. So she slipped her tongue into his mouth. Right away she could feel his tongue wrap around hers,. It slid back and forth against her soft sensory organ.

Father Ben let go of Joan’s wrists and placed his hands around her waist, pulling her tightly against himself. Joan put her left hand against his chest. Her right hand made it’s way over his shoulder and came to rest on the back of his neck.

The next thing she knew, his tongue was now invading her mouth. He aggressively plundered her warm wet orifice. His hands made their way down to her hips and his fingers dug into the flesh of her curves. He kissed her harder. The stubble on his chin scratched the sensitive skin of her face. His tongue was roughly thrusting deeper into her mouth toward her throat.

She could not breath. She tried to pull away to get some air. But he would not let her go. He pulled her closer. She placed her hands against his upper chest to try to push him away. She pushed with all of her might. Suddenly, he sharply bit her lower lip.

“Ow!” Joan cried. “That hurts! You’re too rough!”

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” he panted.

“No! Not like this!” Joan exclaimed.

Father Ben let go of her and Joan shifted away from him on her seat. She needed a moment to collect her thoughts. Her feelings of arousal and the copious amounts of wine had clouded her head. She looked up at young clergyman.

“You’re a priest! You’re not supposed to do things like that!”

“Joan, you kissed me,” Father Ben pointed out.

“Yeah, but aren’t you supposed to reject my advances? Didn’t you take vows of celibacy?”

Father Ben sat back in his chair and folded his hands in his lap. His whole demeanor seemed to change. Just a moment ago he seemed so confident and aggressive. But now he appeared to be apologetic and nonthreatening. He looked almost contrite.

“Yes, you’re absolutely right. I’m so sorry Joan, please forgive me! You’re a very attractive young woman. Getting so much attention from a beautiful girl like you, I couldn’t help it. I guess I had a moment of weakness.” He lifted his glass to his lips and drank a little more wine.

Joan was silent for a moment. She was struck by Father Ben’s words. “A very attractive young woman?” “A beautiful girl?” Was that true? Did he really think that about her?

While Joan certainly did not think of herself as ugly, she had never considered herself to be a raving beauty. She was not exactly unhappy with her appearance. But she had always considered herself to be rather plain looking. She did not get a ton of attention from the boys at school. And she had never really had a real boyfriend before.

But now, here in front of her was an objectively handsome grown adult man telling her that she was beautiful. Maybe he had been celibate for far too long. Maybe he was at the point where any female would have seemed appealing.

“You’re really attracted to me?” she asked with a hint of skepticism.

“Of course! What man wouldn’t be?” he said softly as he smiled at her.

“I’m attracted to you, too,” Joan shyly admitted. She moved closer to him and placed a hand on his thigh. “You’re right, Father Ben. This IS what I want. But could we maybe just take things a little slower? And could you be a bit more gentle? I realize it’s probably been quite some time since you’ve been with a woman. Just don’t be so rough this time.” She closed her eyes and leaned toward him for a kiss.

Father Ben put his hands on her shoulders, preventing her from coming any nearer. “Joan, I’m afraid that we both may have gotten caught up in the moment. I think it’s best if I take you home now.” He gave her shoulders an affectionate squeeze.

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I’ve got off the phone to my friend Karen. We’re bored and going round to Hannah’s. We don’t usually hang out with her, she’s boring and square. But it’s something to do.

I fake smile when we get there, acting politely to her parents, Karen and I head to her room.

Hannah’s cousin is there, Hailey, she’s blonde, blue eyed and pretty. Her character is charming and confident, and her smile melts my heart. I get to know her, ignoring my friends to talk to her, unsure what has come over me.

At the end of the evening, I’m reluctantly pulled away by Karen to get the train home.

***

“Let’s go to Hannah’s?”

It’s the next day, we’re bored again.

“No, there’s nothing to do.”

“I know, everyone else has gone away, we may as well.” I beg. I don’t know what’s got into me. I feel a need to see Hailey.

Karen succumbs to my argument, and we are back at Hannah’s.

Hailey sits on the edge of the bed. Golden strands of hair hang over her naked shoulders. balıkesir escort Her breasts compressed behind a white boob tube, her little nipples pressing hard. Her tummy is flat with small rolls of skin squeezed as she sits forward. I look at her long legs, crossed, pink flip-flops hang from her raised right foot.

Her smile is wide, and I hang on her every word as she talks about life in Norwich, it sounds depressing, not like London. She’s here for a week, and she’s going home soon.

Prying, I’m interested when she’s back here, how does she like it? She whispers and puts a hand on my bare knee, “Its improved.” She laughs so no-one else hears.

A swarming bag of nerves swoosh in my tummy. Is she flirting with me, I don’t know what to do. I don’t think I’m interested in her, not in that way, am I? I feel enraptured, connected. Its different to how I feel about my friends, Karen and Kim. But, I don’t know how.

***

Being bartın escort dragged away to go home again, I sit in my room, alone.

I try to work out my feelings. Its not the first time I’ve found myself thinking about girls, or a female in particular.

The waves of emotion I feel as I think of them. I can’t counter, or explain.

***

“What’s into you? You’re either looking into the distance, not talking, being fucking boring. Or, it’s Hailey this, or Hailey that.” Karen is having a whinge up at me as we sit on a bench on Wandsworth Road. We’re off to see what’s happening in Elephant and Castle. She’d refused to see Hannah, now we’re here waiting for a bus.

Inside I’m in bits, concerned I’ll never see Hailey again. It kills me she could be back in Norwich, I don’t know how I’ll cope. I wanted to cry when Karen said no to going around there. I want to ask her to call Hannah, from the phone box. Neither of us can remember her number.

***

Lying batman escort on my bed, thinking of Hailey, I wonder what she’s doing. I’m jealous of Hannah for having such a beautiful cousin. I’m envious of the time they get to spend together. If I had a cousin like her, I’m certain I’d be spending whatever time I had to be near her in Norwich.

My heart races and I panic as I find my hand pressing at myself between my legs. I open my crotch a little and slip my hand into my pants.

I’m so confused a tear wells in my eye as I try to comprehend what I’m feeling. I have sex with boys, but I don’t fancy them. I go for boys my friends like, or who I think I should go with. I love sex, the thought of it, but I hate the deed and the regret and shame.

I’m outrageous, and push the boundaries during sex, trying to get myself to enjoy it more. My reputation isn’t good, my friends know me as a slut, and the boys we know, know me.

Hailey, though she’s different, I like talking to her finding out about her. I’d like to go out and have fun with her, she’s not the first girl I’ve felt like this with.

My girlfriends are different, we do go out, we have fun and talk, but its not special, its friendly.

I pull my hand out, I’m not doing it.

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“Ursula?” the attractive blond nurse called from the door that would take you back to the dentist for your annual checkup.

Gathering your things, shutting down you your phone and slipping it into your purse, you were kindof disappointed that they’d called your name so quickly, as you’d been watching one of your favorite videos in an all-too-rare moment of privacy. The video had, as usual, worked its magic and you were feeling more than a little simmery as you stood up to walk through the door.

“That’s such a pretty dress,” the assistant commented as you walked through the door, “It looks really nice on you.”

“Thanks,” you said somewhat shyly, noticing how truly pretty she was, and then returning the compliment, “I really like yours as well, I especially like that neckline, it really shows off your pretty necklace.”

“Oh, why thank you,” she replies smiling, “my name’s Jen,” and she offers her hand, which you take. Her hand is soft and warm, and her handshake lingers a second longer than usual as she directs her gorgeous blue eyes into yours. Peering into you. And what a smile.

You follow her back to the room, allowing your eyes to glance down her body. Confident walk, you notice, very shapely legs, great shoes — definitely not the typical clunky white sneaker type worn by most dental assistants.

She opens one of the exam room doors and stands in the doorway to let you pass, and you could swear that she stood far enough in the doorway so that your body would brush hers as you entered. Or maybe that was you that wanted to brush her body? Either way, the briefest moment of touch was electric. Your arm against her soft breast. That simmer you felt in the waiting room has intensified. You’re not totally sure why, but you’re also not resisting it.

Small talk continues, how’s your day going, can you believe this weather, I really like your shoes, the dentist will be in in a few he had an emergency root canal to do so asked me to get you started, go ahead and set your purse down on the chair there, let’s get you situated in this chair and you welcome the small talk because you’re feeling totally distracted by this woman. Her soft voice, her scent, maybe? A soft perfume that seems to fill the room in an enticing way.

You sit in the chair, leaning back with your legs up, smoothing your dress across your knees, feeling maybe a little light-headed, and not minding the feeling at all. As she gets you settled, fixing the little bib around your neck so she hovers right over you and you can glimpse down her dress at her breasts, she asks if you’re doing okay, and you reply, smiling, “Feeling a bit light-headed, is there nitrous oxide in the room?”

“Ha, no, but you’re not the first to ask that,” she says, somewhat conspiratorially, adding, “is my perfume too strong?”

“Oh no, it’s not too strong at all,” you affirm, “it’s quite…intoxicating.”

Her face is inches away from yours, you hadn’t realized until now how intimate the personal urfa escort space is in a dentist’s office, and she says, “Oh wow, that’s so nice of you to say, I think it’s quite pretty,” and tilts her head to the side and brings her neck down to your nose, so you can inhale her deeply.

And you do. And maybe it’s the scent, or maybe it’s the proximity of that beautiful neck, but you find yourself moving past simmery to full-on excited, feeling the start of wetness between your legs, wanting very badly to slide your hand under your dress and inside your panties to gain the relief you desire, knowing that’s impossible but feeling a need and beginning to wonder if perhaps the scent of your wetness might also permeate the room, and would she be able to tell?

Your mind is racing, and all you can manage to say is “Mmmmm that smells sooo nice” as she pulls her neck away and looks again into your eyes. She somehow manages to retain her professionalism, pulling herself together from being clearly a bit unsettled, and says, “Ok, let’s have a look, shall we?”

You lean your head back against the chair, and she brings her face directly over yours, saying “Open for me, please,” and in your mind you’re wondering if she means your mouth or perhaps your legs and you pull yourself back from the edge and open your mouth for her to look inside.

She slides her soft fingers in your mouth, peering in with the bright light from the machine above, and with her face just inches away from yours, softly saying “Mmmm, all looks very healthy and the perfect shade of pink, it looks like you take very good care of yourself.” You can feel her breath on you, you can feel her soft breast press into your shoulder, you can feel the wetness between your legs increasing.

You cross and uncross your legs, and with her face still right next to yours, she notices and asks if you’re uncomfortable at all. “Mmmm, no, it’s just, well, no, I’m okay.” Your hands go to your waist, wishing you could slide them between your legs but knowing you can’t, and won’t have a chance until you get to your car after the appointment.

“Maybe I can make you a bit more comfortable,” she says, and gets up from her stool to dim the overhead lights. She also, you notice, locks the door to the exam room. Sitting back down, she activates the controls of the chair, moving your head farther down and your legs farther up. “You seem anxious, is that better, is there anything I can do to make you more relaxed?” she asks softly.

“I’m not usually nervous at the dentist,” you reply, “my heart is pounding.” Softly, she places her hand on your chest, right between your breasts, and without thinking, you bring one of your hands on top of hers and press it firmly to hers, allowing her to feel the pounding below. She makes no move to remover her hand, and nor do you. As she looks at you, as you stare into one another’s eyes, her acknowledging the clear pulsing of the muscle in your chest sivas escort with a “wow, that’s powerful,” you begin to slowly, verrrry slowly move her hand to the side, closer and closer to your breast, until it’s clear it’s no longer over your heart.

Your mouths are dry. Her hand comes alive, gently squeezing her fingers. You close your eyes. Her hand begins to squeeze, to caress, to gently knead your small breast. The only sound in the room is a low moan that escapes from between your lips at how good her touch feels. She moves from her hand caressing to finding your nipple with her fingers. Your moan gets a bit louder as she gently circles it, then pinches it.

“I hope you don’t mind,” she softly stutters out, “This is not something I do, but you have me feeling, something, I haven’t felt in a long while…” and you feel her lips on yours. Electricity flows through your body. You feel your lips respond to hers, kissing her back. Encouraging. Allowing. Willing her to kiss you more.

She does. Gently slips her tongue into your mouth as she continues to caress your breast, moving her hand to the other one as well. You feel your back arch at how good her touch feels, at how soft her mouth is, at how hungry her tongue is. Your tongue slips into her mouth as well, and the softness of the initial kissing has turned to urgency for both of you. Mouths completely covering one another’s, tongues exploring, desire increasing. Your hand goes to the back of her head, sliding your fingers into her short hair, and pulling her face into yours as you kiss.

You’re sure that she must be able to smell the excitement coming from between your legs. Your legs cross and uncross again, and you feel her hand release your breast and begin to slide down your stomach. Her hand slowly approaches your waist, and she stops when she feels the waistband of your panties through the thin dress fabric. Tracing her fingers lightly across the waistband, side to side, hip to hip, then tracing down the side of your leg until she reaches the bottom of your dress.

Pausing as you continue to kiss, wanting to be sure you’re okay with this, she needs to know before she goes, and with no hesitation you bring a hand down to grab and hold her wrist, and you push her hand under your dress and then slide it uppppp between your legs until you release it, knowing that she knows for sure what you want.

“Your thighs….so soft,” her voice between kissing.

“Your hands….feel sooo good….don’t stop, please,” your voice, reassuring.

Her hand climbs under the dress until you feel her fingers touch your panties. You can’t help but shudder. She gently strokes your pussy behind the thin fabric, and you feel yourself lifting your hips off the chair, wanting more.

She gives you more. She gives you just what you want. She slides a finger into one side of the lace, pulls your panties to the side, and then begins slowly gliding her finger from top to bottom tekirdağ escort along your sweet swollen lips, getting them wetter as she eases them farther inside with each pass.

“Mmmm, your pussy feels soo soft and sweet….” She says into your mouth. “Does it taste as good as it feels?”

“Mmhmmm,” you moan in reply.

“Well, let’s see…” she says, and slides her hand out of your panties, and right in front of your face as you watch, she first kisses her fingertips, then licks them, and then takes them fully in her mouth before also offering them to you. You move your hand to hers and hungrily bring her fingers between your lips, staring at her right in the eye and licking yourself off of her, uttering a “See, I told you…” with a smile.

She returns the smile, and then returns her hand between your legs. At this point, your dress is pulled up around your waist, and she can see the beautiful black lace panties that you’re very glad you decided to wear today. Her hand now slides into the top and glides down over your nicely-trimmed garden until it reaches your wetness again. Your hips thrust up, and your hand goes to the outside of your panties, placing it over her hand to guide her.

Apparently, however, she doesn’t need any guidance, and she expertly picks up where she left off, moving her fingers to your lips, sliding them inside you as you moan in pleasure. Your hand comes off your panties and meets the other one at the buttons on top of your dress, and as she continues to finger fuck you, you unbutton and pull the dress open, then unsnap and open your bra, revealing your breasts, and she picks up on the message you’re sending, moving her mouth to your nipples as you squeeze your tits for her.

“Mmmmmm oh god that feels soooo good,” you hear yourself say, in absolute ecstasy at her touch, both of her lips on your nipples and her fingers, now making small rhythmic circles on your clit. You pick up on the rhythm, moving your hips at the same time, guiding her to where it feels best, and starting now to feel the waves start to crest.

One of your hands on the back of her head, the other on her hand in your panties, your body begins to shudder. To shiver. To quiver. To quake. Your breathing quickens and deepens, your moaning is louder, filling the room, you don’t give a fuck if anyone hears you’ve needed this kind of orgasm for so long, and as the waves start to crash, your body trembles and explodes, energy pulsing and emanating from your pussy, filling your body with warmth and pleasure, and you moan, “Cummmminggggg” as she continues the pressure on your clit then slides two fingers inside you and presses up on the inside of your g-spot.

And as your body fully responds, relents, and releases, you feel yourself give in to the extreme pleasure, and to a fantasy fulfilled, and you slowly…slowly…slowly recover your breathing and your blood slowly…slowly…slowly returns to normal as she brings her hand back to her mouth, closes her eyes and licks your wetness all off of them, then brings her mouth back to yours, kissing you softly, gently, happily.

After a moment passes and the room settles back to normal, she leans in, smiles and asks, “I think you’re ready to see the dentist now, shall I bring him in?”

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I was married for a month by now, and your husband has to be away due to work commitments. I lived with my sister-in-law and mother-in-law. It was no sister-in-law who performed all my pre-wedding rituals on me, some of which were really intimate.

The morning was still fresh and the fragrance of lavender incense sticks from the puja room could be sensed. The kitchen is buzzing with my sister-in-law, cooking, my mother-in-law, chit-chatting. It is a typical Saturday morning.

I was just out of my bedroom, fresh from sleep. I looked around for my husband, but soon realized he wasn’t at home. He had a work-related trip planned for quite some time.

I walked down the stairs in my nightdress, my sister-in-law came out the kitchen door. She smiled at me. She had this beautiful, charming smile. Her eyes were so captivating, they drew me towards her. She too was still in her nightie and I could see her curves clearly underneath with sunlight behind her.

“You slept well?” she asked.

“Yea”, I replied, “What are you up to?”

“I’m about to take an oil bath, as it’s a Saturday. Want to join?” She asked.

“Oil bath?” I asked.

“It’s a very traditional method, we have to keep ourselves oiled for half-an-hour and then bathe. It’s very good for your skin, and also soothes your mind and relaxes your body”.

“I will”, I said.

She led me towards the backyard of the house. In the backyard was a big mat. There was a jug filled with coconut oil and a towel.

The sunlight filtered through the swaying leaves of the nearby neem tree, casting dappled patterns on her soft, olive skin. Her eyes were closed, and her lips curved in a serene smile as she massaged herself. It was a surreal moment, and I couldn’t help but be entranced by her grace. As I applied the oil to my legs, I hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit self-conscious. We were both in our nighties. However, my sister-in-law’s relaxed demeanor and the trust that had developed between us over the years made me feel more at ease.

I glanced at her, and she met my gaze with a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry,” she said softly, “we’re family, and there’s nothing to be shy about. This tradition is about bonding and rejuvenation. Let me help you with your back.”

I mustered the courage and peeled off my nightie, leaving me in just my undergarments. bayburt escort My sister-in-law and I exchanged a reassuring look before she dipped her fingers in the aromatic oil and began to gently massage my back. Her touch was tender and expert, and the sensation was both relaxing and intimate.

I closed my eyes and let the warmth of the oil and the gentle, rhythmic movements of her hands wash over me. It was as if all the stress and worries that had been weighing on my mind were slowly melting away. I felt a profound connection with this age-old tradition, and with my sister-in-law who was sharing this experience with me.

As she continued to massage my back, I couldn’t help but appreciate the beauty of the moment. The scent of the oil, the rustling leaves, and the distant sounds of daily life in our Indian household created a unique atmosphere. It was a moment of pure relaxation and bonding, a deepening of the connection between sisters-in-law who, in that tranquil space, were simply two women seeking solace and rejuvenation. After a while, she paused and said, “Now it’s your turn to help me with my back.” I took a deep breath and nodded, feeling more at ease with the idea. I dipped my fingers into the oil and began to replicate her gentle movements, massaging her back in return as she stood in her undergarments. It was a beautiful exchange of care and intimacy, strengthening the familial bonds that tie us together.

As we continued this timeless ritual, I couldn’t help but be grateful for this moment of connection and the sense of belonging within the warm embrace of our Indian traditions. It was a reminder that sometimes, the most intimate moments can be shared with family, and they can be deeply enriching and healing.

Then I sat cross-legged on the floor as I was asked. My sister-in-law knelt behind me, her hands still coated with the aromatic oil. With a delicate touch, she unhooked my bra and gently eased it off my shoulders. The sensation was both unfamiliar and surprisingly freeing, and I couldn’t help but feel a mix of vulnerability and acceptance in that moment.

As her hands continued to glide over my back, I could sense her care and attention to detail. She made sure to cover every inch of my skin with the fragrant oil, her touch unhurried and deliberate. I relaxed into bilecik escort the experience, letting go of any lingering self-consciousness, and allowed myself to appreciate the unique bond we were forging through this ancient ritual.

Her hands were warm and comforting, and the fragrance of the oil filled the air, enveloping us in a cocoon of tranquility. The traditional oil bath had evolved into a deeply personal and intimate experience, symbolizing trust and the unspoken connection between sisters-in-law.

As I stood up, my sister-in-law remained kneeling behind me, her hands still coated with the fragrant oil. I could feel a mix of anticipation and vulnerability, knowing that the last part of my body was about to be uncovered and attended to.

With a gentle touch, she began to slide my panties down, revealing the final part of my body that had been hidden. It was a moment that required both trust and a certain level of comfort with each other. She continued to apply the warm oil to this newly uncovered area, her touch maintaining the same level of care and delicacy as before. Her hands moved with grace and purpose, ensuring that every part of my body was properly nourished and rejuvenated. I closed my eyes and let go of any lingering inhibitions, fully embracing the experience. The oil felt warm and soothing, and her touch was like a feather, sending tingling sensations through my body. I could sense her fingers entering me from my behind gently as I let out a gentle moan.

The sensual feeling of the warm oil and her soft, skilled fingers moving inside of me was almost too much to handle. She slowly added a second finger, and the sensation was overwhelming. I felt a sense of euphoria wash over me as she skillfully moved her fingers in and out, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I moaned loudly as she increased the pace and intensity, taking me to new heights of ecstasy. I felt so alive, so connected to her. Her touch was electric, and her movements were precise and calculated.

The mixture of pleasure and intimacy was intoxicating, and I found myself losing control, moaning uncontrollably as she continued her ministrations. I could feel my climax building, and I knew it would not be long before I reached the point of no return. As the intensity of the pleasure increased, bingöl escort I could feel myself slipping into a state of pure bliss. I was powerless against the overwhelming sensations, and all I could do was surrender to the exquisite sensation of her fingers bringing me closer and closer to the edge. As the final wave of pleasure crashed over me, I was left panting and spent, but also filled with a sense of peace and satisfaction. I felt completely at ease with my sister-in-law and our mutual desire to share such a deeply personal and intimate experience.

You say “Now return me the favor.” She looked into my eyes. She sat on the floor in her bra and panties and I knelt behind her still naked.”

As I massaged her, the smell of her perfume drifted in the air. She smelled so good. It was a combination of a fresh scent with a floral tone. It was subtle yet alluring. I unhooked her bra and gently slid it off her shoulders and I ran my hands along the smooth, olive skin of her back. I could feel the tension in her muscles as I rubbed the oil into her skin, watching as it glistened in the light. I ran my hands along her arms, feeling her goose bumps. I traced her collarbone with my fingertips, enjoying the way her skin felt and then I gently cupped her breasts in my hands, feeling their weight.

She leaned into me, pressing her back against my chest as I ran my thumbs over her nipples, feeling them harden. I kissed the nape of her neck, enjoying the softness of her skin.

She lifted herself momentarily, pulled her panties down in one go, and sat again on the floor completely naked. Her breath hitched as I ran my hands over her bare skin. She shivered as I trailed my fingertips across her stomach. I traced the contours of her hips, exploring every inch of her and I cupped her mound, feeling the warmth and wetness. She moaned as I teased her opening, circling my fingers around her clit. She gasped as I entered her, feeling her slick walls enveloping my fingers. She arched her back as I found her g-spot, stroking it with my fingertips and she cried out as she came, her body shaking with pleasure.

I held her close as she came down from her high, stroking her hair. We lay together in the aftermath, savoring the moment for another 30 minutes before starting to wash ourselves, to wash away the oil from our bodies. The warm water ran down our skin, erasing the last remnants of the oil.

The experience left us both feeling relaxed and refreshed. As we stood there in the shower, washing away the last traces of the oil, I couldn’t help but feel closer to my sister-in-law, the woman I had bonded with so intimately.

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This story continues Chloe’s timeline from “Riding With Dirty Girls,” and “Chloe Rides Again.” You can probably get something out of the sex scenes in isolation, but for background, you probably need to have read the other series’ first.

This is a work of fiction. A figment of the author’s imagination. It is not meant to be big on realism. It’s a fantasy. The culture around world-class women’s cycling probably isn’t a hotbed of lesbian lust, but wouldn’t it be fun if it were?

All characters are fictitious, and any that are involved in sexual activities are over 18.

***

Chloe’s Return Pt. 02

‘Oo, Chloe, you’re SUCH a bad grrl. I love that you just come to me and ask me that. Of course I’m up for it. I’d never turn you down Chloe. I love how you do it to me, with such passion.’

I beamed. Helen is so irrepressible. Her spirit and élan are unquenchable. Even when she’s pretty beaten up, like now.

‘Think a couple of orgasms might help me to heal, actually,’ she said, with a wry grin. Endorphins reduce pain and promote healing, you know.’

‘Who says we’re keeping to a couple of orgasms?’ I said mischievously.

I was super-horny. Almost salivating. I was aching to get my mouth on her pussy, to lick her all the way to heaven, to feel her climax flood her body, to taste it on my tongue, and to savour her ambrosia.

‘Shall we go up now?’ I asked, a little too earnestly.

‘Yes, let’s do that.’ She smiled and my heart did a little skip. Oh Helen, how you fire me.

We went up and undressed without any further delay and she lay on the bed, still festooned with dressings, and a few spectacular bruises. I got on the bed and she parted those beautiful thighs in a breath-taking invitation.

I crawled up over her for a kiss, supporting myself on my arms so that I didn’t put my whole body weight on her, and we softly smooched, lips and tongues just gently caressing.

There’s a gorgeous tenderness to Helen’s kisses sometimes. Her mouth becomes a seductively soulful instrument of pleasure, communicating her feelings, drawing me in and making me want more and more.

I could feel my passion rising as we kissed, but I tore myself away from her magical lips and moved slowly down the left side of her body, where all her injuries were, symbolically kissing all the hurt places; her shoulder, her elbow, her hip, her ankle…

She chuckled slightly. ‘Do your lips have healing properties, Chloe?’

‘I hope so. They can certainly bring you the endorphins you need,’ I murmured as I began to kiss my way up her leg.

Her thighs are things of wonder. I know I go on about them, but I can’t help it. I’m besotted. They have THE most perfect combination; muscular yet soft, smooth and feminine. I shouldn’t say it, but they are even better than Licia’s. I love Licia’s, but they are a little more brawny.

I kissed my way up the inside of her left one, my whole body fizzing with arousal, along the subtle curve of her quads, and up the faint flesh-covered ridge of her gracilis as she flexed her leg slightly.

She sighed and squirmed a little as I reached the lovely little band of gooseflesh at the border of her vulva, and I paused for a moment to gaze at her pussy, beautifully pouty, with its patch of curly hair, like finely spun rose gold.

She parted her legs even more, and I traced a finger up the crinkled flesh of her inner lips, which were just peeping between her fubsy outer ones. She sucked in her breath as I collected her glistening moisture on my fingertip then sucked it. Mmm, delicious.

I used two fingers of one hand to part her lips, revealing her tumid little button, and I teased it with the tip of my tongue, thrilled to feel how hot it was. Then I trailed my tongue down into her honeypot, and back up, coating her lips in lubriciously slippery juice.

She gave a little ‘Oh je’ as I increased the intensity of my tonguing; lapping, licking, probing, and flicking, and I revelled in having my nose buried in those golden pubes, breathing her in as I ate her like an over-ripe fruit; the kind where you can’t stop the juice from dripping off your chin.

My own pussy had already made my inner thighs slick and slippery, and I hadn’t even touched it yet, but now I got up on my knees, bum in the air, and slipped the middle two fingers of my hand into myself. I was obscenely hot and wet and I could clearly feel the hardness of my clit against my hand as I plunged my fingers, full-length deep into my hole until the outer two fingers squished my labia majora.

Still gorging on Helen’s heavenly honeypot, I started fucking myself zestily, until my whole hand was a mess of gooey, syrupy girl juice.

This was all I needed. THIS. Kneeling between Helen’s dreamy thighs, gorging on her creamy cunt, and finger-fucking myself to sexual Shangri-la.

We stayed like this for ages, alternating orgasms. Each time she came, it made me come shortly afterwards, and that started her off again. It was gebze escort a self-sustaining cycle. Only lesbian sex can do this.

Obviously, it couldn’t go on indefinitely, but while it lasted it was pure bliss.

In the end, I had to stop because my neck was so stiff I could hardly hold my head up. Still, if that meant I might end up helplessly drowning in her, I might have just let it happen. But no, we were orgasmically spent. Don’t ask how many, I don’t have a number, but I think you could say, ‘an ample sufficiency.’

After such a sexual melding (I think we bonded at a chemical level) there was no way I was going to the other bed, and we slept as before, with Helen lying on her right side, and me moulded to her, spooned together in beautiful intimacy. Oh, wonderful Helen.

***

Stage 3: Almuñecar-Sierra Nevada. 118km / 3800m of climbing.

It was another hectic morning. The stage start was at 11am in Almuñecar, a resort on the Costa Granadina, which was an hour’s bus ride away, and we needed to be there for 9:30, to have time for all the pre-stage rigmarole. That meant an early breakfast at 7:30. Ugh.

You may wonder why we didn’t stay in Almuñecar instead of Granada. Well, Stage 4 was a time trial in Granada, and Stage 3 finished close to the city too, so Granada was the most convenient base overall.

The accursed alarm jolted me awake at 6:50, and I groaned and jumped in the shower, making Helen a little envious because, with her multifarious dressings, she needed to wash herself more “strategically.”

Some riders don’t like the early breakfast because they say they struggle to eat at that time in the morning. I don’t like it either, but it’s nothing to do with any difficulty eating. I can eat at any time of day (or night).

As usual, I approached the breakfast table figuratively rubbing my hands. I love a Spanish breakfast, and I indulged myself with three popular favourites; toast with olive oil and tomato to start, then a slice of toast with Seville marmalade, followed by a huge croissant (borrowed from the French, I know) and then polished off two coffees and a slab of cake. Who doesn’t love a country that has coffee and cake for breakfast?

I noticed Helen looking at me with a smile as I demolished all this with gusto. OK, I admit it, I’m a bit of a gannet, but I must be burning it, because my weight is remarkably stable between 57.5 and 58 kilos. I guess it’s one of the advantages of being young and doing humongous amounts of exercise.

The best thing about it is I don’t tend to suffer from the dreaded “hunger bonk” (running out of fuel mid-race).

‘Right, I’m ready,’ I announced. ‘Let’s get at those mountains.’

The stage started at sea-level, on the Almuñecar seafront, and started climbing almost immediately. It reached 1100 metres altitude after only 25km, at a pass over the coastal mountains, so it was an unusually brutal start.

A long undulating crossing of a plateau then led to a second pass, and a descent to the outskirts of Granada at 75km. It was then that the real fun started.

The stage finish was at 2700m, high on the Sierra Nevada, on a piece of road that was closed to traffic. Special permission was needed for the race to go beyond the normal “roadhead,” and this was going to be the highest stage finish ever in the World Tour, men’s or women’s. Quite a coup for the Vuelta Femenina.

Stages of the men’s Vuelta had finished high on the Sierra before, but only at the roadhead (2550m) never this high. The new finish, up a series of hairpins, made a dramatic finale, and I was looking forward to it immensely.

We got on the bus for the drive to Almuñecar, and I sent Licia a message; ‘On our way to the start. 3800 metres of climbing coming right up. Wish me luck.’

She sent back a thumbs up and a message that made me giggle; ‘Thinking about getting out of bed. Hard decision about what to have for brekkie coming right up. Wish me luck.’ Oh, she does do me good.

We negotiated the sign-on, the sorting out of bikes and kit, and a spot of journalist-dodging, and soon we were assembling for the neutralised start. There was a quiet air of apprehension.

This was the toughest stage yet in the women’s Vuelta — or any stage race on the women’s tour – and it wasn’t just the total climbing that was feared, it was also the altitude of the finish. Many girls in the peloton had never been to such a height (me included) and it was plenty high enough for the thin air to have an effect.

There’s a high-altitude training centre on the Sierra Nevada, at 2300 metres, where many pros go for altitude training camps. Well, the stage finish was 400 metres higher than that. It was a daunting prospect.

The neutralised start was the shortest ever; only 2 kilometres. No sooner had we cleared the outskirts of town than the flag was waved and we were off up the hill.

It was curiously calm. There were no attacks at all. The daunting toughness gümüşhane escort of the stage had an inhibiting effect, and no-one wanted to commit themselves so early. The peloton tapped out a robust climbing rhythm and everyone just sat in the wheels, with three or four teams sharing the lead as we gained height.

Although it was relentless, the climb had an average gradient of under 5%, so it was pretty easy as climbs go, and I just pedalled along, enjoying the beautiful views over the coast. Climbing like this on a bike is almost therapeutic, but I knew it wouldn’t feel like this by the time we were high on the Sierra Nevada.

Eventually, and pretty painlessly, we reached the first pass, the Collada de Cabra Montes (col of the mountain goat) and the road embarked on a glorious corniche section, winding along the slopes with stunning coastal views. This was truly the cyclist’s high.

I think we were all feeling a little high because when we passed through a short tunnel, everyone started shouting, childishly, just to hear the resonant sound. I guess you could say we were a happy band of pedallers as we started the plateau section and, finally, the attacks began.

By the time we reached the second pass, the Ultimo Suspiro del Moro (last sigh of the Moor) a small group of 6 had broken clear, but they would need to be extremely strong to survive what was coming.

As we skirted Granada, the break had a lead of 2.30 but then we headed into the mountains and the race really began.

An easy 10km up the valley of the Rio Genil almost lulled us into a false sense of security, but then the work started. We had a 35km climb from here to the finish — I think probably the longest ascent ever seen in women’s professional cycling – taking us all the way to the snowline.

The gradient of the normal ski-resort road wasn’t too bad at 7%, but they didn’t take us that way, did they? Oh, no… Instead, they made us first climb up to a village called Güéjar Sierra at 1000m, then plunge back into the river valley, then climb back up the other side to re-join the normal route, using a gnarly little road with sections of 20% and 21%. Cruelty.

The ascent to Güéjar was enough to start loosening the grip of some riders on the peloton, and by the time we started that steep climb to the Puerto de Hazallanas, some of the sprinters, and some of the lesser domestiques, had already been dropped, and we had almost caught the girls in the break.

The remaining peloton strung out as the climb began to bite, and an elite group inexorably started to form, consisting of the top climbers and the strongest super-domestiques, while others were distanced and left to fend for themselves. The 6 girls in the breakaway were picked up, one by one, as the leading group started to apply the pressure.

I was still in this group, and still feeling physically strong, but I had jittery butterflies. I’d never done a climb anywhere near this length, and I had no idea how long I’d last. The fear was real.

I looked around at the riders I was with; Tera, Zara, Lucy, Suzy, Pam, Leona, Elisa… all of them with way more experience. Impostor Syndrome was nagging at me again, and I knew I had to shake myself free of it.

I tried to think of Molly, of how many times she’d told me what I was capable of, and how many times she’d been right… ‘…one of the best climbers in the world…’ Really? Was I?

We emerged on the main Sierra Nevada road, and the gradient became more amenable again. The group, now consisting of only 16 riders, settled back into a metronomic climbing rhythm, with Lucy’s trusty right-hand woman, Olga, leading, and Lucy sitting pretty in the red jersey behind her.

Amstel-Rabo still had four riders in the group, and so did we; Zara, Tera, Marlen, and me, while other teams were more depleted. Leona had no team mates left with her at all.

The pace was sufficient to ensure that no dropped riders could get back on the train, and we forged ahead, all sharing the lead at various times.

We rose above the 2000m contour and everyone’s breathing started to become a little more audible, but the group stayed together. There was no talking. The tension was palpable. Everyone was just concentrating on turning the pedals. I still had butterflies. Who was going to be the next to crack?

At 2100m we reached the entrance of the main ski complex, Solynieve (sun and snow), but we swung left and climbed up to a col called Sabinas, 100m higher, where an older section of road was joined.

This road was built in the 1930s and used to go all the way to the summit of Pico Veleta at almost 3400m, making it the highest road in Europe, but in the 1990s, a barrier was installed at 2550m and the upper section was closed to cars. The old road surface still survives a little higher though, and that’s where we were headed.

At Sabinas the road rounded a hairpin bend, and became rougher and a little steeper. Everything izmir escort suddenly got a lot harder and I detected a wavering in the pace of those ahead of me. I came to the front and lifted the tempo again and riders started to drop from the group, one by one. The final selection had begun.

I was still leading as we passed above the high-altitude training facility, and up ahead I could see the sun glinting off the windscreens of a multitude of cars, parked at the roadhead at 2550m. It looked close, and after that, there would just be the final series of hairpins – zig-zags, switchbacks, whatever you call them — up the Loma de Cauchiles to the finish.

I was still jittery though. Being on the front for so long was a questionable tactic, but my foggy notion was that if I kept the pace witheringly high, it would discourage any attacks, and I’d also get rid of a lot of the group, leaving just a small number of survivors to fight it out for the victory. Maybe I could even drop them all before the finish. It didn’t quite work out like that.

Huge crowds had gathered at the roadhead, Hoya de La Mora (hollow of the moorish woman), all cheering enthusiastically, and I glimpsed a few Brits, waving flags and a banner that had my name on it. They’d been busy pre-race too: I spotted “Chloe” and “Lyoness” painted on the road a few times, which gave me a little lift as I led the remaining group of just 6 riders through the throng of enthusiastically cheering fans.

We rounded a bend and passed through the opened barrier onto the final, even rougher, section of road, and that’s where Zara made her move.

To be honest, it took me by surprise, because I didn’t think anyone would have an attack left in their legs at this point, but she wasn’t the only one: Lucy was straight onto her wheel, determined to defend her overall lead.

To a casual observer, it probably looked like I’d been working for Zara all along, doing a perfect domestique job and launching her for this attack, but I knew nothing about it. We certainly hadn’t planned it.

I was so unprepared that I didn’t immediately respond, but as I rounded the next hairpin and looked back I could see that everyone behind was struggling. It was down to the three of us.

I could see Zara and Lucy up ahead, both still standing up in a slow-motion ding-dong battle. Zara trying to drop Lucy, and Lucy determined not to be dropped. The gap to them was growing, and I had to make a quick decision: Settle for third, or try to fight back?

Settle? SETTLE?… the demon was back. Of course I wouldn’t settle…

I rose up out of the saddle and started mashing the pedals. My legs were made rubbery by the altitude, but I still had a little bit more speed in me. I wasn’t done yet.

I saw that Zara had opened a small gap over Lucy, but they were both sat down again now, both hunched over the bars, and their weaving and meandering spoke of their fatigue. That little battle had taken its toll. My confidence rose.

They rounded the next hairpin just a few metres apart, and as they climbed the next incline they both looked down to me, anxiously.

I was well aware of the psychological battle that was going on here; I knew I needed to look good and threatening, so I stayed out of the saddle, trying to dance on the pedals, but in truth just rocking and rolling. Hopefully, I still looked strong and scary enough to strike fear into their hearts.

I gained a few yards, and all three of us were on the next incline together. Now, we were all sat down and just grimly grinding. The gradient was probably no more than 8% but there was a distinct lack of oxygen in the thin air. It was brutally hard.

I was gaining though. I was definitely gaining.

There were only three or four hairpins left now, and snow lay thickly on both sides of the road. It must have been cold up here but I didn’t notice. My mind was focussed on catching Lucy, who I could tell was suffering.

Halfway up the next incline, I saw her head go down and I knew she’d cracked. I came gradually up behind her, agonisingly slowly – our speed must have been way down in single digits — and I moved left and crawled past.

Zara was within reach now and I was seized with the lust for victory. Team leader or not, no quarter would be given if I caught her. I was not in the mood for gifts. If I could win this stage, I was definitely going to.

We were between the barriers now, less than a kilometre from the finish, and I had 30 metres to make up. Another crowd of diehard fans had gathered up here, and they were banging on the barriers, shouting, yelling, and making a hell of a racket, as they watched this slo-mo chase play out.

We were both meandering wearily, unable to keep a straight course, tired bodies starved of oxygen, legs gone to mush, but she was coming back to me, metre by metre.

She wasted time looking back to see where I was, which was a mistake. Molly always told me, in this situation, ‘never look back, just GO.’ I gained a little more ground.

The finish countdown markers arrived. 400 metres to go, 300… I was so close. 200… 100… I couldn’t make it. She was almost in touching distance as she crossed the line, but a miss is as good as a mile, as they say, and I’d missed. Just.

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