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I’m talking to this guy, and he told me he’s a virgin. At first, I was nervous about it because it had been a while since I had sex, and I knew it was his first time, so I wanted to make it good. The first time we had sex, he used a condom, and he came inside the condom. A few days later, he came over again, but he forgot the condoms.

I have an IUD, so I’m used to guys not really wanting to use condoms and just pulling out or giving me a creampie, but I knew he had never given a girl a creampie before. We started having sex, and he was cuddle fucking me. He felt so good in that position, and he kept on kissing my shoulders and my neck…it felt so good. I could hear his breath in my ear and how desperate he was. I told him to hold on for as long as he could while he was inside of me, and I moved my legs over him while I was laying on my back, and he was on his side, still fucking me so I could watch his face. “I don’t think I can last that long anymore,” he sputtered. I felt my stomach flutter, and suddenly, all I wanted was his seed coating my insides. I heard him start to whimper and moan quietly, a sign that he was going to cum. kurtköy escort “It’s okay….you’re okay,” I cooed, he had mentioned how he was scared to give a girl a creampie before. He came so hard he was panting after. He immediately apologized and told me he didn’t mean to and that it wouldn’t happen again. I told him it was okay and that things happen sometimes. I explained how I had an IUD, and we should be okay because I was just finishing up my period.

He ended up sleeping over, and the next morning, I needed him again. I started palming him through his shorts and kissing him passionately; I could feel his tongue trying to enter my mouth. I knew he wanted me, so I slid his boxers down and helped him slide inside of me. He started fucking me again, and pretty quickly, he gave me another creampie. It was so obvious he loved how it felt. He loved the way my pussy gripped his throbbing cock, and he loved cumming inside of me while he could feel me pulsating around him. I made sure to hold him after and make sure he was okay.

I told him I was proud of him, and I knew beykoz escort it was hard. Sex can be hard to navigate, especially when you’ve never done it before and your partner has. I hope I can continue to make him feel comfortable and let him know that he can tell me anything he wants without fear that he will be upset or make me feel bad.

Over the next few weeks, he began to get nervous that the condom would break. He started pulling out of me despite wearing a condom because he was so nervous. I love creampies so much and I was frustrated that he wouldn’t give me what I wanted. No matter how much I tried to explain how condoms work or how my IUD works, he would still pull out. I started to think that I would never get another creampie from this man. When he was sleeping over a few weeks ago, he had me in a mating press. He was wearing a condom and he pulled out again. I pouted and asked “Why don’t you cum in me anymore? You know I love it….and you’re wearing a condom”. He explained again that he was scared the condom would break and I just decided to leave it. After üsküdar escort all, one day maybe he’ll understand. Maybe one day I’ll get another creampie even if it’s not today. We went to sleep and I dreamed about him pumping his load deep inside my aching pussy.

The next morning when we woke up, I could feel how hard he was. His dick was pressed into my ass and I slowly started to grind into him. He started to gently play with my nipples and I was in heaven. I started to press more into his dick with my ass and I realized he was hard as a rock. I didn’t want to say anything to shake his confidence so I just slowly pulled his sweatpants down. His dick was so hard it was pressed against his stomach. I gently started touching it and before I could even start to give him a handjob he was trying to slide inside of me. He didn’t have anymore condoms and again, I didn’t want to say anything to ruin the moment. He wouldn’t be fucking me if he wasn’t okay with it, right? He slid inside of me and he immediately tried to fuck me as deeply as he could. I started whimpering softly and I could feel him throbbing inside of me. His thrusts began to get more spastic and I could tell he was close. I expected him to pull out but he completely drained his balls inside of me. He felt so good and when he pulled out he started apologizing. I told him it was okay and when I stood up to go to the bathroom and clean up, I could feel his seed dripping out of my pussy and gently down my thighs…

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The call came late the night before and so I told the gal I’d be there first thing in the morning unless she wanted to pay plumber overtime. She didn’t.

It was five to seven that next morning when I pulled into the driveway. I gathered my tool pouch and was about to close the door of the van when a woman came out onto the side porch and waved me over.

She was dressed in a pair of shorts that came high on each thigh, low at the midriff wearing a white shirt with the tails tied above her waist and open to a single fastened button midway down between her breasts. She wore strappy heels probably three inches high and was likely five years older than I am. Her hair was worn in that old-fashioned Page boy look.

She explained the problem as water running out from the cabinet below the lavatory basin whenever the basin was emptied or the tap was running.

It’s a common enough problem when the trap corrodes on the way to the drain. Enough corrosion and you have a hole.

I told her I’d have to see it to verify the problem and she asked how much I charged. I explained that I could give her an estimate after seeing it and then for some reason she asked if I was an independent or one of those plumbers that works with a fleet of trucks and plumbers. I’m independent.

As she walked me to the bathroom she asked if I had a lot of work that had to be done today and I explained that I had several jobs to do yet but there was no real emergency on them and that was the reason I’d moved her to the top of my list last night.

I was right about my suspicion of the problem and gave her a verbal estimate. She accepted.

I had to go back to my van to get a new trap and another wrench and returned a couple of minutes later.

As I entered the kitchen again from the back porch entrance there was another gal standing there talking with the first. She had the same hair color and many of the same features except she was shorter and closer to my age I assumed. She wore shorts also but a transparent blouse with a bra under. She wore open-toe sandals and her hair was in a ponytail.

The new gal looked me over and smiled as she commented to the first gal what good taste she had in plumbers. I was introduced and the new gal seemed to be mentally undressing me.

The first gal then took a long look at me and smiled as she agreed on her own good taste.

The first gal introduced the new one as her little sister. She wasn’t a little girl anywhere and had tits and ass at least as sweet as her older sister.

I blushed and suggested that I should get to work as I walked past the new gal. I heard her remark that I didn’t have plumber’s cleavage either and it was aksaray escort a shame that when a good looking plumber was found he wore his pants too high. I was probably smiling as I got to the bathroom.

I was on my back on the floor with my head under the lavatory when they came to the bathroom door watching me.

I heard one of them comment on how tall I was and the other one snickered, lowered her voice probably so that I couldn’t hear her but I did. She’d just said that I looked “Well hung too.” and the other gal giggled.

I finished and asked if one of them could step over and turn on the water for me so I could check for leaks.

The tall one stepped in and straddled my chest as she turned on the water. I managed a look up and swore she was wearing nothing under those shorts and she wore them tight enough that the camel-toe I’d missed earlier clung and seemed a little damp.

I waited then ran my hand around the joints. My hand came out dry and I scooted out from between her legs and slowly got to my feet. Her ass was full and well-rounded in those tight shorts and I wondered how I’d missed observing so much earlier.

I told her it was fixed and I’d prepare an invoice and be right back. I walked to the van, and filled out the invoice for the amount I’d estimated earlier then headed back in.

I gave her the invoice and she told me she’d get her checkbook and write me a check.

When she left the room the shorter gal asked if I was married or living with someone.

I was asked a similar question several times each month and answered quickly that I wasn’t married and lived alone. She smiled.

The older gal returned with the checkbook and a pen and sat at the table to write before the shorter gal asked if there wasn’t a longer list of things that needed a good plumber to fix while I was there.

The older gal smiled and thought for a minute before she said there were several things if I had the time.

I told them I’d be happy to look at them and give them an estimate and maybe fix some of them if I had the necessary stuff in the van and if I could get some of them done that same day.

Most of the list was simple things like leaking faucets that needed new washers. One was a broken handle and the rest would require me to crawl under the house to guess at the problem and estimate a fix. Altogether it probably mounted to more than a couple of hundred dollars.

They asked if I could fix the simple ones first and then if necessary crawl under the house later or come back sometime in the week.

I gave them an estimate for the simpler things and they agreed but they’d bahçelievler escort moved so close to me at that time and I began to sweat.

I’d never been hit on in my work but several gals had suggested that perhaps I give them a call sometime. Many of them are married and I’d just be a daytime diversion I suppose although I’d had many thoughts of doing it but never had. Twice I’d even had lady customers walking and talking while nude flirting before me.

The smaller, younger gal leaned over and kissed my cheek as her hand slipped forward and explored. I was half-afraid to react although for an instant I panicked and felt like running away. The older gal was smiling and said to save some for her. Years ago I think there had been a movie or video named something like “What do you say to a naked lady?”

The younger one was standing too close and instead of moving to give me free exit she turned sideways and I had to brush past her tits as I squeezed through. Suddenly I felt her hands on my shoulders and she turned me and launched herself at me kissing hard. Her momentum had turned me around and an instant later the older gal was behind me wrapping her arms around me as her hands replaced the younger one’s. An instant later the hands of the older suster were searching for the zipper on my fly and then before it was fully opened her hand was inside and examining my size.

I never wear anything beneath my uniform pants because it’s frequently just one more thing to wash when I get dirty with the work. As that older gal was feeling me and clinging to my back the younger sister was wrapped around my neck and her weight pulled my head down as her tongue plunged deep into my throat.

In another minute I might have panicked and ran but with a tongue down your throat, two hands around my cock and holding up the weight of the two of them I was not only unable to move without a fight but my body was telling me to go with it all.

The older one had my cock out of the pants now and she was stroking with one hand as her other searched for a way to drop my pants entirely. When the younger one pulled away to catch a breath she glanced down and I heard her moan as she dropped to her knees and a moment later I felt her mouth and tongue on and around me as the older one continued with shorter strokes.

The older one was left to undress me as the younger found my balls and sucked me even deeper.

I was soon naked except for shoes and socks and the older gal quickly stripped and was as naked as I was. The sight of her nakedness just made me harder and the younger one had clamped her hands around my ass and was güngören escort alternating pulling me forward and pushing me away as she continued the blowjob.

I suppose I was being raped but I’d never heard of a man being raped except by other men. This was more like necessary immediate gratification by two hungry women.

The older sister pulled the younger away and told her to leave some for her and then stared in wonder as she commented about how large I was. The younger one’s mouth was dripping with saliva as she shook her head and began stripping too.

Older sister told me she’d never tasted one this large as she dropped to her knees and the younger sister said she’d had one almost this big but it wasn’t beautiful and cut like this one.

When she was naked the younger sister pulled a chair over from the kitchen table and pushed me onto it while the older sister literally hadn’t missed a lick.

When I was sitting the younger asked if I’d ever eaten pussy and without waiting for an answer she swung her legs around her sister and presented it for me. When I closed my eyes at what I was feeling below the younger grabbed my hair and forced me forward as she arched her back to give me better access. Both gals were smooth without a hint of stubble as I found out more about the first while extending my tongue hungrily.

The younger one swore loudly as she began to understand more of what I was doing but it was difficult for me as I continually arched my back driving my cock deep with each stroke. The sister between my legs was deep throating me by then and her fingers were gently rolling my balls as I listened to her humming happily. Now the younger sister joined in the chorus as she too began humming while she rode my mouth and tongue. Neither sister was talking now but lost in the moment.

I’d given in entirely when the older one pulled back and gasped for air then I heard her speak to her sister and say she’d missed all this and that the two of them hadn’t shared a man since years before and just after High School.

Then the older told me that I’d better cum soon or I’d be here all night until I did. The threat wasn’t actually needed as I slipped one arm around the younger one’s ass and the other behind the older one’s head and began urging them both. My hands are huge and neither gal could have pulled away even if they’d wanted. They didn’t want.

I was in for an experience because I’d never been in a three-way before and had never thought of it with two insatiable sisters. I’d find the pleasure of it that afternoon.

After this short introduction I filled the older and satisfied the younger. The older sister was more than happy and rewarding as she finished me off and leisurely cleaned me. The younger gal could barely support herself as she slid backwards against the doorway. I’d just pleasured each of them and was now filling my eyes with their nakedness. They were only temporarily satisfied and the remainder of the day was expended completing the tasks.

It was a first for me.

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Author’s notes:

1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.

2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the author’s knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.

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Jude sat on his lap in their warm pool and leant back against his chest. She took another sip of her champagne.

“It doesn’t seem five years since I turned 18. So much has happened during that time. It’s been so wonderful making a life together,” she mused.

“Yes,” agreed Trevor, gently caressing her breasts as they bobbed at water level, “Your 18th birthday party was great but taking your cherry later that night was just wonderful. And what a fabulous place to do it; under the stars, on our blanket by the water, the moon shimmering on the slightly ruffled surface of the lake as the gentle breeze cooled the night enough to make cuddling together wonderful.”

“Mmmm, yes, but the best bit was when you penetrated me for the first time. I had been so nervous, even wondering if we should do it or not, but you were so gentle and firm with me. Firm in many senses of the words actually,” she giggled. “And it was just beautiful; all five times were just wonderful. I didn’t know you were so insatiable.”

“Well, I’d had a few years to stockpile before you turned 18, but after the floodgates were first released, there was simply no stopping us. You know, they say if you put a dollar in a jar for every time you make love in the first year, then take out a dollar every time after that, you’ll never empty the jar.”

“It would have had to be a huge jar for us then, honey, and we’d have both been broke.”

They both chuckled then she turned and kissed him tenderly.

“Anyway, I think I feel something pressing against my ass that would be better employed elsewhere,” she observed, taking his glass from his hand and placing them both on the side.

He lifted her up and wriggled down a little, then repositioned her so his cock head was at her entrance, holding her there in anticipation.

“Come on, darling, drop me on him. I want him inside me,” she pleaded.

Trevor released her and she dropped suddenly, impaling herself on his rampant cock.

“Oooof,” she exclaimed involuntarily, “Oooohhh, that feels soooo nice, sweetheart.”

He reached around her and began gently caressing her clit with one hand, her nipples with the other. She wriggled, pushing herself up and allowing herself to drop as she had done many times before. Every time she dropped she felt his long, thick cock press further into her, applying delicious pressure to the end of her vagina. After nearly ten minutes of this she held herself down hard and began a forward and backward motion, his cock withdrawing and inserting with each thrust. She felt her crisis approaching and began breathing heavily, gasping for breath, moving faster, harder until . . . .

“Yessss, I’m cumming,” she cried as she gripped him tightly with her pussy muscles and her body began shaking and trembling all over from passion.

Trevor held her firmly, squeezing her nipples as he knew she loved, until she slowly came down from her high. She swivelled around and hugged him, still keeping his hard cock inside her. They kissed deeply.

“Your turn now, darling,” she whispered in his ear, “How do you want me?”

“Stand up,” he told her.

She stood, noticing how long and hard his aroused cock was as it waved in the water. He positioned her facing the side of the pool, bent over the smooth edge, kneed her legs further apart and gazed lovingly at her sweet ass and pussy waiting for him. He moved behind her and with few preliminaries, slid his long cock into her gaping vagina until he was fully inside. He pumped into her hard, gripping her long hair and pulling her head backwards, causing her breasts to thrust out and her nipples to rub against the smooth pool edge as his cock thrust into her, again and again, deeply, insistently, taking full possession of her luscious vagina and bringing intense pleasure to them both.

It only took a few minutes before he approached his orgasm. He felt it building deep within his loins, an insistent need to explode, to spurt his potent seed deep within her vagina as it clenched and released his hard cock. A few more thrusts produced an increasing need. Hold on, he told himself, hold on, one more thrust, just one more , again, and then . . . .

“AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!” he screamed as he thrust deeply and stopped. Jude felt his urethra expand and contract as pulses of sperm pumped from him into her. She felt the added warmth in the end of her vagina, the sensation of love and completeness as he came inside her. She reached down and rubbed her clitoris, gently yet firmly, enough göztepe escort to push her over the edge a second time.

“Yes, yes, yes, ooohhhh, I’m cumming again, YESSSSS, AAAAARRRRGGGHHH!!” she screamed as she was once again overwhelmed with sensation.

After several minutes of relaxing together they came back to reality and slowly disentangled themselves. He withdrew his softening penis from her flowing vagina and she turned and melted into his arms, kissing each other deeply, pressing their bodies together as though by doing so they could become one.

“I love you,” Jude whispered in his ear.

“I know you do, sweetheart, and I love you also, darling,” Trevor whispered back to her.

After an eternity they parted, swimming and splashing a little in the pool, then climbed up the steps and began drying themselves. Once dry, them embraced, kissed and walked hand in hand inside to their bedroom where they curled up together and soon slept peacefully.

**********************

“One of the women at work, Dale, had a chat with me today,” said Jude as she and Trevor sat on the deck in the evening having their customary glass of wine and sharing their days’ experiences. “She is very concerned about her daughter who, she feels, is becoming increasingly anti-social. Apparently this girl, Sharleen, turned 18 about 10 months ago but seems to have little interest in boys. She’s gorgeous, according to her mom, and is asked out on dates frequently but rarely accepts them and has never had any lasting relationship with a guy. Reading between the lines, I’d say she’s a virgin and I suggested to Dale that perhaps she’s afraid of sex. She hadn’t thought of that and told me she’d do some digging tonight and we’d talk about it tomorrow.”

“Hmmm, that’s certainly a possibility,” replied Trevor, “Some girls manage to go through puberty intact, never masturbating or even using tampons. I guess there’s a lot of stuff out there about the significance of virginity, about saving yourself for the man of your dreams and about how much it hurts the first time. Certainly enough to put some girls off, I’d say.”

“Yeah, I agree. You never seem to read about women who had no problems first time and for whom sex is wonderful and fulfilling, as it is for us.” Jude slipped her hand onto Trevor’s crotch and felt his semi-hard cock beneath his shorts. “Doesn’t take much to get you going, eh,” she smiled.

“With a sexy vixen sitting here talking about sex and virginity, no it doesn’t,” he agreed.

The subject under discussion changed and after they’d finished their drinks they went inside to complete the semi-prepared meal, ate at the table then watched some mediocre TV before going to bed to make love, as they usually did, before sleeping soundly.

The following evening their conversation regarding Sharleen resumed.

“Dale had a chat with Shar last evening and it seems she’s a virgin and is absolutely terrified of making love with a man and being penetrated for the first time. She’s heard about the pain it causes, has used pads not tampons, so is intact, and has apparently never masturbated herself. Can you image that; nearly 19 and never to have cum?”

“That must be unusual in this day and age. I mean, sex is everywhere. The Internet’s full of it. You just can’t live your life and not know the nuts and bolts of how to cum. Maybe she needs a really tender and sensitive guy, not like the slam, bam, thank you ma’am young guys out there.”

“Yes, I suggested that could be the case and I also offered her the option of making love with a wonderful sensitive understanding man first off.”

Trevor looked at her closely and noted the hint of a smile on her lips.

“Oh? And who did you suggest?” he asked.

“You.”

Trevor did a double take. His mouth dropped open and he was speechless for several seconds.

“You’ve got to be joking,” he replied at last, “You mean you’d be OK with me making love with a virgin 18 year old girl, popping her cherry, having real live sex with her, cumming inside her, the whole works?”

“Yes,” replied Jude, “And I’d be there to watch as well, of course. Think of it as a therapeutic sexual session. It’s not like you’d fall in love with her and run off with her, just provide the service of giving her a wonderfully loving and hopefully relatively pain-free first experience so she can live a normal life.”

“I’d have to think on this a while,” he replied. “You sure you’re OK with it?”

“Yes, darling, I am. I’ve thought about it most of the day. I also thought that undoubtedly there are shy guys out there who haven’t had sex and are maybe dysfunctional sexually, so maybe the therapeutic sessions could work both ways. Maybe I could help male virgins. How would you feel about that?”

Trevor’s silence was longer this time. At last he replied.

“I guess I’d be OK with that too, same conditions, I get to watch and maybe assist. You serious about this?”

“Yes, I am. It’s bostancı escort time we did our bit to assist others less fortunate and if this is our forte then let’s do it. I’ll see what response I get from Dale tomorrow. Meantime, I want to take you to bed and fuck you blind. I’m really horny after all this sexy talk.”

Jude reached down and in one motion stripped Trevor’s shorts off him, took a handful of his almost rigid cock and led him to the bedroom. Trevor, of course, followed willingly and within moments was deeply embedded inside Jude’s flowing vagina as she clawed his back with her nails and screamed her first of many orgasms to the ceiling.

The following day Dale took Jude aside into an interview room and nervously asked her if she was serious with her suggestion.

“Yes, I was and am very serious and Trevor’s also more or less agreed, once he came to terms with the fact that I was offering him the opportunity to make love with a beautiful 18 year old virgin,” she chuckled. “He was extremely surprised that I suggested it, but when I pointed out that maybe I could offer a similar service to shy guys, he was a little less enthusiastic.”

“Hmm, I don’t doubt that. That’s wonderful that he’s willing, and that you’re willing for him to be willing. I don’t think I know anyone else who would volunteer their husband for this. I had a deep and meaningful chat with Shar last night and she definitely realizes that she’s missing out but she tearfully told me that she’s terrified of sex and the pain she feels is totally inevitable. I suggested that possibly Trevor would be able to help her and she reluctantly agreed to meet him. Is next Saturday evening suitable for you both?”

“We’ve nothing planned so yes, it’s fine. Come on round for dinner to give Sharleen time to chat with Trevor and get to know him a bit as a person. By the way, did you mention it to Tom? I just wondered how he’d take it.”

“Tom really leaves all the decision making regarding Shar to me. He really has very little interest in her; far more with the new girlfriend he’s just started going out with. He’s relieved that he no longer has to pay alimony now Shar’s grown up and I think he’s making the most of it and trying to start a new life for himself.”

“Yes, that’s understandable. What about contraception, just in case they get that far on their first date, I guess it is?”

“Shar’s has been on the pill for a while. She had very erratic periods so they regulate those, so nothing to worry about there. We can just let Saturday go as it goes. Maybe they’ll just chat, maybe retire to the bedroom and do the deed. I guess what happens happens. No pressure either way is probably best.”

“Yes, I totally agree. Anyway, we’d better get back to work. Six pm Saturday for dinner, OK?”

“Yes, that’s great,” replied Dale, opening the door and returning to her work station. Jude remained in the room a few moments longer, collecting her thoughts, wondering if she’d make a stupid mistake in volunteering Trevor as Sharleen’s first lover, but then correcting herself, he would be the first to fuck her but he wasn’t her lover.

“He’s my lover,” Jude told herself quietly, “And always will be. He’s just offering assistance to Sharleen to help her move on with her life.” Having decided that, she decisively put the situation from her mind and walked back to her desk.

***********************************

The deadline approached quickly. While Jude spent time in the kitchen preparing a beautiful meal, Trevor spent time grooming himself, trimming his short goatee beard, cleaning and filing his finger nails so he wouldn’t accidentally scratch Sharleen and put a dampener on the evening, and generally preparing himself both mentally and physically for the encounter. He wore casual clothes in which he felt comfortable and eventually popped into the kitchen to see how the catering was progressing.

“Mmm, you smell nice,” Jude complimented him, “My favorite after shave. How’re you feeling?”

“Probably as nervous as Sharleen is. It’s like it’s my first time. I just hope I can get the old fella up and he behaves himself.”

“I’m absolutely certain you have nothing to worry about in that department, darling,” smiled Jude as she kissed him tenderly, “If I keep this up for a few minutes you’ll undoubtedly get hard; you always do.”

“Yes, sweetheart, but that because it’s you.”

“You mean, it’s me not a beautiful 18 year old virgin,” corrected Jude with a chuckle.

“OK, I take your point. Just don’t give me heaps because I agreed to your suggestion, eh. So I’ll probably enjoy it, who wouldn’t? But that doesn’t mean I’m going to run off with her. It’s you I love, darling, so please just remember that. OK honey?”

“Yes, I do take get that and I do thank you for volunteering and I know that after this incident we will still be the same people and love each other just as much.” Jude wrapped her arms around Trevor and they kissed each other tenderly tuzla escort and lovingly.

Trevor helped set the table then answered the door as Jude finished the last minute details. She went to the lounge just as Dale and Sharleen walked in from the other door, closely followed by Trevor. She met Trevor’s eyes and barely suppressed a grin as he licked his grinning lips espressively. Introductions were brief and informal then Dale sat on one two seater couch and Jude quickly sat beside her, leaving Shar and Trevor to share the other one.

Dale and Jude chatted away amiably for a few minutes then Trevor asked about drinks and left to prepare what the women had requested. He returned with a tray and handed them around then sat beside Sharleen once again, this time facing more towards her, and began a conversation about her studies. Sharleen quickly impressed him as being a very thoughtful speaker who could express her opinions easily and clearly and before long they were deeply engrossed in discussing English romantic poets, a subject in which Trevor had a passing interest and Sharleen was current studying.

After a half hour or so, Jude and Dale went to the kitchen to dish dinner, leaving Trevor and Sharleen together in the lounge. Trevor decided it was time to broach the subject that was undoubtedly uppermost in Sharleen’s mind; but how to do it.

“So do you go out for dinner very often?” he asked.

“Not really. Some of my friends are out every weekend and often during the week, but I possibly get out about once a month or so.”

“Why’s that?”

“To be totally honest and in view of the fact that we both know what a possible outcome will be from our meeting, because I’m shit scared of sex.”

Trevor breathed a sigh of relief; at least it was out in the open now.

“Why?”

“Because my girlfriends tell me it hurts terribly the first time. If I could have it a second time without having a first time, that would be great, but I can’t. And if I go out with a boy he will probably expect to take me home and sleep with me, at least if I go out several times with him. So I never go out more than once and even that once I’m totally scared all night in case he decides to rape me or something. I’d love to be able to go out with boys and maybe even look forward to intimacy, but I can’t.”

Sharleen’s voice trembled to a stop and tears ran from her eyes. It was all Trevor could do to stop himself wrapping the poor girl in his arms and comforting her, but he suspected that such a move could cause rejection, so sat quietly. Sharleen made the first move, sliding towards him and wrapping her arms around him tightly as she sobbed quietly.

“I . . I’m so scared,” she sobbed into his neck.

Trevor eased his arms around her and gently held and comforted her, allowing her to sob against him, hearing her sobs gradually quieten until they simply held each other, unmoving. He heard someone enter the room and looked up to see Jude there, then watch as she smiled at him and quietly left. They remained embraced for a few more minutes then Sharleen pulled away a little and smiled at him.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I shouldn’t be such a scaredy cat. Thank you for letting me release these pent up tensions.”

“That’s fine,” replied Trevor, “And I think dinner’s ready so let’s go eat.”

Sharleen held him tightly, then reached her lips towards him and kissed him on the cheek. After a few seconds Trevor pulled away a little, turned and met her kiss with his lips. They remained together, lips against each other’s, then broke the kiss. Trevor stood, offered Sharleen his hand and together they walked to the table hand in hand.

Dinner conversation was general and non-controversial. The meal was, of course, delicious, as was the wine that accompanied it. After the main, Dale and Jude cleared the table and went to the kitchen to prepare dessert and, no doubt, compare notes on progress. Trevor and Sharleen turned a little towards each other and continued the discussion of inconsequential things. After a few minutes Trevor felt a hand on his knee and slowly placed his hand on top of it, then gently stroked Sharleen’s fingers. He felt her had rubbing his thigh slightly and moved surreptitiously to allow her to move her hand higher up his leg, all the time continuing the conversation as though nothing untoward was happening. The situation was just becoming quite exciting when Dale and Jude re-entered the room bearing plates filled with dessert. Quickly Sharleen removed her hand and turned once more towards the table.

After a delicious dessert, Dale suggested that she and Jude would tend to the dishes while Trevor could take Sharleen into the lounge once again. This time Sharleen had no hesitation in cuddling close to Trevor, reaching her lips up to give him a kiss, which he responded to, locking their lips together with his hand gently pressing the back of her head. It was a long, loving, lingering languorous kiss that left them both breathless and caused Trevor’s penis to harden until it was uncomfortably tenting his trousers, a situation which Sharleen rapidly observed.

“Oh, you poor thing,” she said teasingly, “Did I cause that?”

“Yes, sweetheart, you did,” he replied, using the term of endearment completely unconsciously.

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Chapter 1: Skin

“Shit!” I squealed as my roommate’s eyes widened and she slapped her hands over the grin spreading rapidly across her face. She closed my bedroom door, and I listened as her footsteps faded.

The giant purple dildo I’d been riding a moment before slipped from my hands, falling to the floor as I collapsed backwards onto the bed. Embarrassment coursed through me as I closed my eyes. I threw an arm over my heated face in an unsuccessful attempt to hide from myself.

She wasn’t supposed to be home for another two hours. I tried to reason with myself that she hadn’t seen anything, but I knew better. She wouldn’t care; I’d walked in on her with men on the couch, the kitchen table, the hallway floor. But as a flush creeped across my skin, I wondered how much of a hassle it would be to find a new place to live.

***

“I don’t know who’s lonelier, you or your large purple friend,” she said from her doorway once hunger prompted me to leave the safety of my room.

“I am not lonely!” I insisted.

Singleness was my jam. She, on the other hand, went through a different guy every other month. She regaled me with tales of her amorous adventures, and I occasionally accompanied her on a double date with one bland guy or another.

It was Saturday night, and she was headed out with her latest beau for a night of dancing and drinking. She’d asked me if I wanted to come, assuring me I was never a third wheel.

“Plus, I already invited our new neighbor to come with us. I told him you’re cute and he’s so much better looking than your purple cock.”

“Fine,” I said, letting the embarrassment wash over me and then trying to let it go.

She insisted on lending me an outfit for me for the evening. She told me the tiny skirt screamed, “I’m here to get laid.” For her, I tried to convince myself I was comfortable with the look.

Socialization had never come naturally. For years the social scene existed in my life like any other experiment. Hypotheses ran through my head. Would I feel more connection to people if I engaged in more social media? Would I form more connections if I focused on open ended questions in my interactions? Despite meticulous thought about the variables and controls of my social experiments, I continued to fail at execution.

My roommate had plied me with shots last time I’d explained to her how I analyzed my failed dates. She knew I was hopeless and loved me anyway. I loved her for that.

***

Earlier in the week I’d wandered onto the seventh floor of the biotech firm where I work. I don’t usually venture past floor six, but a walk was warranted because the water cooler was out of order.

Spreadsheets and calculations filled my head, despite my promise to myself that I was taking a break. Autopilot guided me toward the water cooler, and I saw nothing around me.

“Woah!” came from above as I barreled into a solid body blocking my way. Large hands caught my shoulders and stopped me from tipping over as I lost my balance and my train of thought.

A familiar voice cut through the equations in my head. Even before I brought my head up and saw the white lab coat and the shaggy hair, that voice sang to me of the past. Confusion engulfed me as my world shifted.

“It’s you,” I said incredulously, laughing in delight. “You left Phoenix?”

Phoenix had been a mess. He’d hated his job. Some desert dwelling dumpster bitch had broken his heart. It’d gotten so bad he’d refused to speak with anyone back home for months. He hadn’t even told me he’d come back.

“I hated it there,” he said, regret and anger flashing across his face before hiding behind an easy smile. “It was too hot.”

“I can’t believe you’re here,” I said.

“It’s nice to be back on the East Coast, but I’m still getting my bearings.” He removed his hands from my shoulders and walked with me to the water cooler.

We first met when he moved next door to me a long time back. We were fast friends and hung out together in all our free time. Sophomore year of college he’d switched majors and transferred to the same city as me. Now he worked at my company.

“Are you following me?” I asked him playfully.

“Yes,” he said jokingly. “Yes, I am.”

***

I stepped out of the apartment; more accurately, I stepped over and around the trail of cosmetics, g-strings, and stilettos and managed to escape the apartment unharmed. Wisps of aromatic steam still clung to my hair, meticulously blown out and styled into artful, messy waves. Before leaving the hall I gave myself one last look over.

In the mirror was a woman that I seldom saw. Black wings swept up from the corners of my eyes, transforming drab brown into smoldering hazel studded with flecks of gold. Lips covered in a bold purple matte curved up at one corner. Freed from its normal utilitarian ponytail, slashes of crimson gleamed amid flowing waves of chocolate and cinnamon.

Acknowledging the extra twenty pounds I’d put on since taking the lab tech job, I refused to dwell on the guilt, acıbadem escort focusing instead on new curves. The sparkly tank, barely snug on my roommate, accentuated deep cleavage on the woman before me. The black leather skirt hugging my hips was nearly scandalous.

Overcoming social anxiety and a general disinterest in the bar scene took significant effort, but feeling a little sexy every now and then was worth it. Maybe she was right. Going out might be fun after all.

We walked down the hall to the corner apartment where my roommate rapped lightly on the door.

“One minute,” came a familiar voice. I started laughing before he even opened the door. My roommate looked at me as if I’d blown a gasket.

“It’s you,” he said. He smiled and enveloped me in a giant hug. “Are you following me?”

“Yes, I am,” I said, echoing his earlier words.

We laughed and my roommate stood patiently, awaiting an explanation. As he unfolded the winding road that had brought him into my life, I marveled at this man standing before me. No longer did I see the kid who had chased me through the halls of third grade with a worm on a stick. Nor the boy who’d studied long into the night with me.

There was a hint of sadness behind the easy banter he shared with my roommate. Was there regret hiding behind his eyes as they traveled over my body? I could only guess at the heartbreak that assaulted him in Phoenix. The man before me was changed, no longer the boy I’d befriended. Somehow, I needed to move on from that boy and become acquainted with the man.

***

I danced. I drank. The evening was enjoyable, just not my scene. As the night ground on, my precious reserve of social energy was rapidly draining. My roommate and companions were just getting started, however, and bid me farewell as they began the next phase of their bar hop.

The dark metro train window held my gaze, my imagination running wild with stories my roommate was likely coaxing out of my neighbor. The walk back to my apartment was lonely, despite the crowded Saturday night streets. Passing my neighbor’s door, I wondered when I would next see him. Maybe soon, I thought finally home.

Hiding under a fuzzy blanket in pajamas, the sounds of a familiar movie soothed me. A knock sounded at my door and I debated pretending not to be there, not answering it. Curiosity overcame me and I padded to the door, fuzzy blanket and all.

“Just checking up on you,” said my neighbor as I opened the door. “Bar’s not really your scene,” he stated more than asked.

“Never has been,” I replied. “But thanks for coming out with us tonight. I had fun, and I think my roommate enjoyed having us there.”

He sat down on the couch next to me and I lay my head on his shoulder. It was like I was nineteen again and the two of us were back in the dorms hanging out. We watched black and white figures rage against mutant plants on the screen; laughed at the campiness of the old movie. The evening was comfortable. My neighbor was comfortable.

“Your roommate told me you’re unbearably horny and instructed me that I’m to fuck you before the night is over,” he said.

“She did not!” I exclaimed.

“So, wanna fuck?” he asked, a lopsided grin on his face.

I sat up, smacking his shoulder as I looked at him and giggled. This question had come up over and over through the years. Every time I’d laugh it away. Yes, I was horny. Yes, I was lonely.

But.

“No, I don’t want to fuck,” I admonished him. “I want a Hallmark movie. I want to be swept off my feet. I want forever.”

There were no butterflies as I reached for his hand. The electric tingle I’d felt when Peter May had entwined his fingers with mine senior year of high school was absent. Peter had turned out to be an asshole, but there had been real chemistry there.

“We’re friends,” I told him. “And co-workers. And now neighbors.” He sat there looking at me, his face concealing his thoughts. “Shit, you really are following me aren’t you?” I said giggling at him. He laughed at that but still said nothing. “You’re my oldest friend,” I started again. “I can’t fuck you without messing this up. Let’s not change anything for now, ok?”

As he had so many times before, he got down off the couch, onto one knee and asked me to marry him. Despite the light hearted nature of this ongoing joke, a small voice in the deepest recesses of my mind asked if maybe he was serious. Had I broken his heart constantly for the past two decades? Has he actually been following me around the country?

No. He just knew exactly how to push my buttons.

“Career. Marriage. Fairytale! Now come back up here and finish watching this movie with me.” He obediently climbed back up on the couch, pulled me close, and finished the movie.

***

Two weeks later, my roommate again implored me to go out dancing with her and her latest guy, but I already had my pajamas on and there was no budging me. I was comfortable, happy, encased in bağdat caddesi escort flannel. The couch beckoned and I was alone with the remote control when I heard a familiar knocking at my door.

“Come in!” I shouted, not even bothering to get off the couch. My neighbor bounded through the door, carrying a shallow rectangular wrapped gift, which he placed on the table in front of the couch.

“I got you something,” he said.

“Yes, I can see that,” I replied. “What is it?” I asked, shaking it gently. It rattled.

“A surprise for you. Go ahead, open it.”

I brought my legs down from lounging on the couch and placed the box on my lap. I enthusiastically tore away the bright paper, liberating something the size of Monopoly. Except it wasn’t Monopoly. The box was a matte black with red lettering and maze-like crimson swirls covering all its sides. Abstinence. Under the title was a smaller title. “The game where you don’t fuck around.” A giggling fit caught me as I turned the box over and looked at my neighbor incredulously. “Seriously?”

“Hey, you don’t want to fuck. This is obviously the game for you.”

“Where did you get this?” I asked as I turned the box over examining the swirls covering it. He remained silent as my fingers followed the designs.

“You made this, didn’t you?” I asked him. Inside jokes abounded in the swirls adorning the outside of the box. My fingers over intricate little smurfs dancing through rows of tiny cinnamon buns. And there on the side of the box was a corner of a map of the town I’d grown up in. “How did you do this? When did you do this?” I asked him.

The box looked professionally made, but I was certain there was no way he found this somewhere and bought it. My mind started doing calculations as I opened the box. How long would it have taken him to get the box, the board inside, and the game pieces printed? How long would it have taken him to design this? How long had he been planning this?

“I have a cousin who manufactures board games. I gave him the design and he printed it up for me. I told him it was for a bachelorette party of a friend. But in reality, you won’t fuck me, so we’re going to play a game about not fucking me.”

“I’m not sure what to say,” I told him. “You made me a game about not fucking you?”

“Obviously,” he said, taking the board out of the box and setting up the cards like those on a Monopoly board.

“Ok, so how do we play?” I asked, reaching for a card. He slapped my hand away and made quiet little tsking sounds at me.

“All of this is kind of unnecessary,” he explained. “All you really need are the cards, but I thought it would be fun if there were dice and game pieces and all the trimmings. So, roll the dice. And we go around the board until one of us lands on a card spot. Then pick the card. We get two hours after that to do whatever’s on the card. The only rule is, no fucking allowed.”

I looked at him incredulously. “Ok, so you designed these mystery cards just for me and they all have non fucking activities?”

“I promise, no fucking involved. The name of the game is Abstinence, after all.”

What the cards would involve? Go outside and scream something bizarre? Show the most embarrassing photo on your phone? Tell something you’re glad your partner doesn’t know about you?

“Is this going to be like Truth or Dare?” I asked.

“Just like it, but only dare, and more adult,” he answered. “Look. I’m horny, you’re horny. We’re not kids anymore. Do you trust me?”

If anyone else had uttered those words, they’d be out of my apartment faster than my roommate’s panties come off at a party. Do you trust me was the ultimate red flag. No, I want you to come out and say what you want. But looking at the man in front of me, knowing how far back we went, I was willing to give him a chance.

“I think so, but tell me more about this game,” I said tentatively.

Tonight, I would let the boy I’d known go and embrace the man he’d become. He’d filled out nicely. There were muscles moving under his shirt in ways that I would have called attractive on any other guy. And fuck it, I was horny. And I did trust him.

“We’re going to get naked and we’re going to experiment with how our bodies feel. Are you up for an adventure?” he asked.

I had never been naked in front of anyone. The only thing that I had ever been sexual with was my purple dildo. Even my single high school kiss with Peter May had been chaste and close mouthed. I hesitated. But time wasn’t slowing down.

“Yeah, let’s do this,” I decided, picking a small puppy figurine out of the box. He picked up a large stallion piece, hung like a horse, of course, and placed it next to mine. “Seriously,” I said sarcastically.

He smiled and said nothing.

My eyes traveled across his chest and down to his toes as he retrieved the dice from the box and placed them into my waiting hand. Ok, so he’d grown up. I rolled my eyes at him anyway as I rolled kozyatağı escort the dice and moved my puppy six spaces around the board.

“Does this space mean anything?” I asked.

“Nope, you have to get to a card spot. Whoever gets to one first gets to read the card and do whatever it says.”

He rolled a seven, which was also not a card spot. I rolled the dice again, rolling a three this time. We rolled the dice back and forth for several minutes, moving our pieces around and around the board, neither of us landing on a card spot, until I landed fortuitously on my next turn.

“Ok, you need to pick a card,” he said, lifting the deck of cards and shuffling them before handing them to me. “52 cards here. One for every week for the next year if you’re amenable to spending your Saturday evenings with me for a while.”

“That’s a rather big ask,” I said to him as I picked a card from the top of the pile. “I’m an adult now. Look at my dazzling social life. I never sit around in my pjs and binge Netflix,” I told him sarcastically.

The card was a solid black with a crimson border, matching the game’s general vibe. I hesitated before turning it over, wondering what he had in store for me. I had no idea other than his assurances there was no fucking allowed.

Semi erotic smoke sketches covered the margins of the face. From certain angles, the doodles may have been figures entangled in compromising positions. Fascinated by the lines of one smoke figure with legs spread, being penetrated by a second smoke figure, I didn’t immediately register the writing on the card.

“Hand drawn by yours truly.” He took a little seated bow over the card as I marveled at the skill I knew he had but had never seen rendered so professionally. “You should read the card out loud.”

“Step 1. You must touch all exposed skin to your partner’s exposed skin.

“Step 2. Each party removes a piece of clothing. Repeat the first step.

“Step 3. Continue until no clothes remain.

“Step 4. Once undressed, remain in a position that allows as much skin-to-skin contact as possible for 20 minutes.”

“So, do you want to try this with me?” He asked.

Was I going to do this? I asked myself. I felt like I was at the edge of a cliff. My body really wanted to jump because on the way down flying would feel so good. But what awaited me at the bottom? Were we going to destroy our friendship? Was I going to regret not waiting for my soulmate?

“Are they all like this?” I asked him.

“Yup. The point of this game is to get you to beg me to fuck you every week, and then have you wake up grateful in my arms that I refused to fuck you.”

“You are seriously messed up. You know that right?”

“Of course! Wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t horny, desperate to fuck you, but also intent on keeping you virginal and happy.”

For the first time it sank in that he may have been serious all those times. He wanted me. Had wanted me enough to move across the country multiple times. Or was it really a coincidence? Was it creepy that he suddenly appeared at the company I worked for or moved into the apartment next door to me? I wasn’t sure. But I was lonely. And I was saving myself. But I was twenty-four. How long did I want to wait?

“I’m a bit creeped out right now,” I admitted. “You made an X-rated game for me. You moved across the country and showed up at my work. You moved into the apartment next door. I don’t really know what to think.”

He started to say something, but I put a hand up to stop him. “Despite all that, I do trust you. And I am horny.” A smile played across his lips, crinkling the corners of his eyes.

“I understand. And we can talk about all that,” he promised. “Are you in?”

For the first time in his presence, I felt the flickering of butterflies in my stomach. I stood at the edge of that cliff, and I jumped.

“I’m in.” He smiled at me, and we began to play.

He stood in front of me and took my hands in his as he pulled me up. That hint of butterflies turned into a nervousness I’ve never felt with him. It started deep in my stomach and made its way to the tips of my toes and fingers. Despite our long association, I’d never seen him naked.

“So, I guess that covers our hands huh?” I stated.

“No way,” he said. “This is a game. It goes beyond hand holding.” He ran his fingers over mine, his fingertips brushing up and down each of my fingers. He enveloped my hands in his and brought them to his lips before releasing them.

Neither of us had socks and I needed to break the tension that had formed between us. One foot, then my other found their way onto the tops of his feet. He caught me as I lost my balance. We stood, my feet atop his, my breasts pressed tightly against his chest as I giggled into his shoulder.

“Oh, very clever, but that only covers the top of your feet,” he said, tumbling us to the ground. His feet brushed the soles of mine and I in turn wiggled mine against his. My head turned, our cheeks meeting. A deep rumble reverberated through me, his laughter as I rubbed our noses together, foreheads meeting.

“This is all skin,” he said, puckering his lips. Ignoring his offered lips, I nodded and brought my chin to his, a teasing smile on my lips. The dance of cat and mouse continued, his mouth and mine, lips never quite touching. Eyelashes tickling mercilessly, breath searing, beads of sweat forming.

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Tom’s life was thrown into frenzy when he found out he would have to move to another town during the middle of his senior year in high school. His father had lost his job and the family couldn’t afford for him to stay behind. Not only did he have to move and leave his girlfriend Tracy but they were moving to a big city away from the small town of Clarkton. He had a rough time just before the Christmas break when he had to say goodbye to his basketball teammates and his friends. He promised Tracy he would call every night as she cried on the sidewalk in front of the moving van. He told her it would only be six months and they could get back together again at a college near Clarkton where he had hoped to get a basketball scholarship. .

The family had to stay at his grandparent’s home until his father found a new job. The house was a lot older and the only room available for him was in the finished basement. He was happy down there because he had some privacy, his own bathroom and his own TV. He figured he would just spend the next six months in seclusion.

“Why don’t you go down to the park at the end of the street?” His grandmother said on a Saturday morning before the New Year rang in. “I see kids your age playing basketball and I hear you are pretty good.”

“Na, I’ll just watch TV.” He said feeling sorry for himself.

But she would not have it. “Out, get out of my house.” She picked up a towel and waved it at him.

Tom laughed as he ran from the house. He moved slowly down the urban street noticing the neighborhood was clean and the folks seemed friendly enough. He had over a week before he had to start at the local high school. Maybe if he made a few friends it would be easier on him he thought.

When he turned the corner he heard the sound of someone dribbling a basketball and saw a guy shooting by himself. Not being that shy Tom opened the swinging gate to the fenced in court and stood watching the guy shoot. After draining about six long shots in a row the kid turned and tossed him the ball. “Let’s see what you got.”

Tom looked at the guy and noticed he was wearing long basketball shorts and a baggy sweatshirt. He was around 5 foot 10 inches and seemed to be pretty slim under the loose clothing. Tom hadn’t practiced in almost three weeks and was a little rusty as the first shot was an air ball. The kid laughed and tossed it back to him. Tom took a few dribbled to get the feel of the ball and faded back when he shot his next one. This time the ball swished through the chains that substituted as a net. The kid didn’t say anything as Tom swished his next four shots.

“My name is Billie,” the kid said as he dribbled out to the corner and turned to make another long shot.

“Tom.”

“You ah…visiting?”

“No I just moved in with my Grandparents.” Tom grabbed the ball and dribbled a few times between his legs and whipped the ball back to Billie.

“Which school you going to?”

“Central Catholic.”

“The team could use you.” Billie laughed. “Our team sucks.”

“I’m a senior so they might not take me since the season started already,” he said as he did a cross over dribble and scooped up the ball into the basket with his left hand.

“Nice,” the other kid said.

“Yo, Billie what’s up?” A voice rang out from behind them. Tom turned and saw two more kids walking up.

“This is Tom.” Billie said. “He just moved in.”

Tom held out his hand to shake.

“John,” the tall kid announced. Tom reached to shake the other kid’s hand but he turned and grabbed the ball.

“That’s Joe,” Billie said. “Must be a bad day.”

After the four shot around for about ten minutes Billie asked if they wanted to play some two on two. They all agreed and Billie and Tom played John and Joe. Billie matched up with John that therefore left Tom and Joe playing each other.

Before the other team knew what hit them Tom popped in two long shots over Joe’s out-reached arm. “2 zip.” Billie laughed. Since it was winners out Tom once again had the ball with Joe playing him closer. He faked a jump shot and flew around him to easily lay it in. “3 zip.” Billie said rubbing it in.

Tom turned to see Joe totally pissed. Tom tossed him the ball to check and was surprised when the kid flung it back at him. Tom passed to Billie this time to allow Joe to cool down somewhat but Billie was trapped in the corner and had to toss it back to Tom. Again he faked a jump shot and dribbled around Joe. He left his feet to lay it in again and felt Joe’s hand smack him across the arm and head. Luckily he was able to grab the post holding up the goal before he crashed to the ground. He turned angrily and stopped. He didn’t need to mix it up with someone on the first day at the park. “Foul,” he announced beşiktaş escort as he held out his hands for Joe to throw him the ball to take out.

Joe laughed. “The little pussy was fouled. I guess he doesn’t know the playground rules.”

Tom looked at Billie and John who were trying not to laugh. He bit his tongue and decided to go with the flow. If hard fouls are acceptable then he could do his share as well. Joe moved to take the ball out of bounds and Tom moved to guard him. John was a pretty good player and faked Billie to the left as he drove to the right. He laid the ball in. Thirty-one.” Joe said smiling. Tom knew he meant 3 to 1.

Joe now had the ball and dribbled right with Tom guarding him closely. The boy flew to the right and suddenly pushed Tom away as he faded back for a jump shot. They all turned to see the ball swish through the chains. “Thirty-two,” the boy grinned.

Tom realized quickly that urban street basketball was different than the park in Clarkton. If they could be physical then so could he. Joe again took the ball at the top of the key and moved to the left this time. He tossed John the ball as he cut across the middle and laid it up over Billie. “Thirty-three.” Joe laughed.

Joe checked the ball with Tom again. “Welcome to the city country boy,” he said as he backed Tom up with his hips. As Tom lunged to steal the ball Joe turned the other way and banked the ball off the backboard. “Forty-three. Five wins it.”

Steam was coming from Tom’s ears now as Joe once again took the ball at the top of the key and faked to his left. Tom pretended to go left but quickly moved back to the right. Joe wasn’t expecting his hand to tap the ball away. Tom picked it up and smiled at the startled kid. Before Joe could react Tom’s feet left the asphalt and his jump shot banked in the hoop. “I believe it is now Forty-four.” Tom laughed.

Billie was open for a shot as Tom dribbled to his right so he tossed a bounce pass in his direction. Billie grabbed the ball and started for the basket and almost made it until Joe double teamed him and stole the ball. Tom quickly jumped in front of Joe and held his arms outward to prevent him from driving around him. Billie moved left and right trying to find an opening but didn’t see any.

Tom was ready this time for Joe’s hand to push him away. As Joe reached out to push off with his hand Tom did the same. His hand pushed against Joe’s chest first and he suddenly froze. It was enough for Joe to move around him and make the lay up. “WE WIN!” Joe yelled as he moved over to high five John.

“What the fuck happened?” Billie asked Tom as they watched Joe and John celebrate.

“He…he………has….breasts.” Tom stuttered.

Billie broke down laughing. “Oh fuck I thought you knew Jo is a girl.”

“I better be going.” Tom said still shocked that a girl had beaten his ass in basketball. He waved to John and Jo and headed off the court. As he opened the gate he heard footsteps and turned around to see Jo smiling at him.

“If you ever grab my tit again I’ll kick you in the nuts,” she grinned.

“I…didn’t know,” he said still shocked. “I’m sorry.”

Jo winked at him. “Will we see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’ll be back,” he said as he moved away. He turned and saw her blue eyes looking at his ass. As he turned the corner he glanced back and saw the three of them laughing as they headed down the street the other way.

*****

“So how was it?” Tom’s grandmother asked when he came through the kitchen door.

“Different,” he replied. “Very different.” Tom moved down to the basement and picked up the phone to call Tracy. He was not going to tell her he had touched another girl’s breast. His fingers tingled as they remembered the soft feel.

“I know I miss you too,” he said. Their relationship had reached a point where they had touched and kissed each other but had not gone all the way. They were both virgins.

“A dance? This Saturday night?” Tom repeated. “I’m sorry Tracy I can’t make it back this soon.” It was a three hour drive to Clarkton. “Yes you go but don’t be messing around with anyone.” Tom hung up the phone later and sighed. Life sucked.

*****

Jo waved goodbye to Billie and John as she entered her two-story home.

“Josephine is that you?” Her mother yelled from the kitchen.

“Mom, I told you to call me Jo,” the girl said as she moved into the kitchen and sat next to her twin sister Karen.

“Out with the boys?” Karen smirked as she painted her fingernails.

Jo glanced at the perfect hair and makeup on her twin. They might be identical sisters in appearance but definitely not in life. As rough and tough Jo was Karen was equally feminine in her ways.

“Yeah so what?” Jo snapped back. “A new boy moved in the hood.”

“Is he cute?” Karen asked sitting up straight.

“How would I know?” Jo laughed.

“Oh yes, you don’t like boys do you?” Karen quipped. etiler escort “Maybe the rumors are true about you liking girls.”

“Fuck you.” Jo said.

“Stop it right now,” their mother said. “Can’t you two get alone at least one day a year?”

“Yes if you tell her to shut up,” Jo said as she stood and left the room.

Jo was lying on her bed tossing the basketball up in the air when Karen knocked. “Come in,” she said.

“I’m sorry about the lesbian remark,” her sister said as she came in to sit next to Jo on the bed. “I was just kidding.”

“Whatever.” Jo said showing no interest.

“So tell me about this new boy.”

“God I don’t know. He shoots a great jump shot and has good hands.”

“Good hands huh?” Karen giggled.

“Is sex all you think about?” Jo asked.

“Well I’m tired of being the only virgin in…….,” she stopped. “I mean except for you the only virgin in our class.”

“I’m sure I can talk John or Billie to fuck you if you want.” Jo laughed.

“God, you are so gross sometimes,” her sister said. “Is he coming back to play tomorrow?”

“Who knows,” Jo said lying.

Karen stood and walked from Jo’s room.

It was later than evening when Jo walked from the shower that Karen came bursting into the bathroom that they shared. “Don’t you ever knock?” Jo said as she quickly wrapped the large towel around her naked body.

“You know you have a nicer body than me. You should show it sometime.” Karen said as she looked at her sister’s full breasts pushing out the towel and the cute ass cheeks exposed under the terrycloth.

“I’m not a slut like you,” Jo said as she grabbed Karen and led her out the door. Jo smiled as she looked at her body in the full length mirror behind the door. She pulled the towel away and saw the hard nipples pushing upward. She had tried to forget the new boy’s face and his ass but couldn’t. Her heart felt funny and the tingling between her legs had not gone away. For the first time in her life Jo felt real sexual desire. That night was the first time she had ever gone to bed in the nude and the first time in a long time that she had masturbated. The important thing was that it was the first time she had really climaxed.

*****

“See you later Gram!” Tom yelled as he ran out the front door. It was about the same time that he had played basketball the previous day and he wanted to get there early to practice some. He heard the basketball being dribbled and the metal backboard sound when the ball bounced off. He turned the corner and saw one of the guys shooting. When he got closer he realized it was the girl Jo.

“Hi,” Tom said as he walked cautiously onto the court. He didn’t want her to smack him with the ball or kick him in the nuts like she had warned.

“Hi,” Jo said with a smile. “I’m sorry about yesterday. I guess I was a little rough on ya.”

“Na that’s OK,” he said as he caught the basketball she tossed him, “I guess I was a pussy when we played.”

Jo laughed. “John and Billie can’t make it so I guess we can just shot around some.”

“That’s cool.” Tom said smiling. The tough girl wasn’t so tough after all.

“You know you are pretty good,” he said as she swished two consecutive shots from the corner. “You must be on the team.”

“Yeah I play,” Jo replied. She didn’t want to be the one to tell him she was first team all state last year as a junior and had the top schools recruiting her. “You’re a shoe in to make the boy’s team.”

“I hope I’m eligible.”

“You are.” Someone said from behind the fence. Tom turned and saw a priest standing there.

“Hi Father Tim.” Jo said as she ran over to open the gate to the court.

Tom dribbled the ball over to him. “So this is the one I’ve been hearing about?” The priest said looking at him.

“Hearing about?” Tom asked.

“First I get this call from a coach in Clarkton about this kid who can shoot the eyes out and then I get phone calls from others who told me to come to the park today.” Father Tim said. “I haven’t seen you miss yet.”

“Lucky I guess,” Tom said blushing.

“Well I’m also the basketball coach at the school and yes you are eligible if you want to come out for the team.”

“That would be great.” Tom said smiling.

“The first practice after the holidays is next Monday after school. Bring your stuff in early and I’ll give you a locker in the team locker room.” Father Tim said before he turned and left.

“I guess you are on the team,” Jo said as she smacked him in his ass as she ran to pick up the basketball.

“Hey watch it!” Tom laughed.

For the next five minutes they took turns trying to make the most foul shots before they missed. Jo had hit fifteen in a row and Tom had twelve and was still shooting. As Tom was shooting his thirteenth shot he glanced over at Jo who was pulling the baggy sweatshirt over her short blonde hair. He froze when her tee shirt underneath beyoğlu escort pulled out of her shorts showing him her muscular abs.

Jo realized he was starring at her upper body and quickly pulled down her shirt which now showed her ample breasts. “Don’t get any ideas,” she giggled. She was glad John and Billie had not showed up today because she didn’t like showing them her feminine attributes.

“Don’t worry I don’t want to be kicked in the nuts,” he laughed as he stroked the thirteenth foul shot through the hoop.

“I think I’m going to beat you,” Tom announced when his fourteenth shot swished through. As he aimed for the shot to tie her he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. It almost made him miss the shot which bounced around on the rim before it fell through. He turned and saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen before.

“Hi,” Karen said smiling at him. He was even cuter than she had imagined or even hoped for. “I’m Jo’s sister Karen.”

Jo saw it in his eyes the moment he looked at her sister. She had seen it before in the boy’s eyes when Karen made her grand entrance. Today she had pulled out all stops and was wearing a halter blouse and a very short denim skirt. Her raised heels made her legs look even longer and sexier.

“Hi I’m Tom,” he said smiling. He looked at Jo. “Are you two….twins?”

“It’s hard to believe isn’t it?” Karen said smiling.

“Yeah she’s a stuck up bitch,” Jo said as she hooked the ball fifteen feet into the hoop.

“Now-now sis be nice,” Karen added. “I hope to see you in school.”

“Yeah me too,” he said realizing the smile had not left his face.

“If you are not doing anything later would you like to stop by my house? We can listen to some music or something?” Karen asked.

“Listen to some music or something…La de da.” Jo laughed as she repeated the words in her sister’s voice.

Tom laughed. “Sure I would like that.”

“Come over at seven. It’s the next street over number 82.” Karen said smiling. “You are going out with the gang tonight right?” She directed to Jo.

Jo realized her sister had moved right in and had made claim to the new boy. Tonight the guys liked to meet at Billie’s house to play video games. “Maybe.” She answered.

Karen and Jo gave each other hard stares until Karen broke eye contact and backed off. “I’ll see you at seven Tom.” She turned and made sure she gave her best ass wiggle as she strolled down the street.

“I’ll see you at seven Tom.” Jo repeated as she copied Karen’s wiggle. Tom broke down laughing and admiring Jo’s nice butt shaking in the basketball shorts.

“I would have never guessed that she was your sister,” he said as they sat on the bottom seat of a wooden bleacher near the sideline.

“I guess you have a girl friend back in Podunk right?” Jo said as she dribbled the ball while she sat.

“Yes and no,” he said. “We said we would try to wait until the summer but being this far away is tough.” Tom wanted to make sure Karen knew he was available in case Jo said something later.

“So you are like most guys. If something better comes along then take it right?”

“That’s not what I said,” he laughed as he jabbed her on the shoulder. Jo suddenly pushed him back.

“I didn’t say it was wrong did I?” Jo laughed as she tossed the ball against his chest and caught it as it bounced back into her hands. Tom lunged to get the ball but she curled her arms and body around it. He tried to pull it away but couldn’t. As his fingers moved around the ball he once again came in contact with one of her breasts. He froze waiting for her to kick him but she didn’t. She acted like it was not happening so he keep grabbing for the ball and feeling her soft mound.

Jo gasped when his fingers touched her breast again. She pulled the ball tighter against her which then trapped his fingers between the ball and her boob. After a few seconds she relaxed her gripped and let him take the ball. As soon as he got it she jumped on top of him until he was lying on his back on the bleacher seat. Jo’s body moved over his as he held the ball above his head beyond her reach. Her whole body was now lying directly on his and that’s when she felt it. His hard penis pushed against her stomach.

Before Tom could respond he felt Jo jump off of him and saw her run from the court. “Jo I’m sorry!” He yelled as she ran down the street. He picked up her sweatshirt and took a deep breath. He had to get laid quickly because it didn’t take much for him to get hard.

*****

“God he is so cute,” Karen said as Jo smashed through the front door.

Jo looked at her sister and gritted her teeth in anger. “Leave me alone.”

“What did I do?” Karen asked as her tomboy sister ran up the stairs.

Jo tried to forget about Tom as she got ready to go out to meet with the guys. She tossed on her Knicks shirt and long sweatpants and headed by her sister’s room. She peeked in to see Karen standing in the sexiest set of black panties and bra she had ever seen.

“I guess those are for Tom.” Jo said after pushing the door open.

“Yes, do you think he will like them?” Karen giggled as she turned her body to show Jo the black thong strap down between her buttocks.

“You are such a slut.” Jo said. “I don’t think he will fall for your shit.”

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The beginning.

Charles was away on business and would normally have been at home over the weekend but he had an important meeting on the following Monday, so he decided to stay over for the weekend. He told Sybil that one of his clients had invited him to his small farm out in the country for the weekend and that he had a pool table and a small boat on a lake which helped Charles make a selfish difficult decision to stay. He said that it was out of mobile range but left a landline number for any emergency but as they lived in a secure marina development with restaurants and coffee shops, he felt she would be safe.

Sybil was quite conservative in her manner and dress whilst looking classy. She liked conversation and could strike up a conversation easily with young and older males and females.

She was 5,7 ft tall and had a good womanly figure with short styled blue tinged silver hair with good legs and her breasts were still firm with large nipples she was very attractive and looked sexy without realizing it. She had looked good all her life and was a virgin when she met Charles in their youth. Her husband Charles had often told her that a lot of guys would consider her as a milf ( mother I’d like to fuck ) especially younger men, and on a number of occasions had tried to chat her up, she laughed these off but did tell Charles on some occasions, liking the attention from all parties.

Sybil had always remained faithful to Charles but sometimes wondered if he had strayed but he always said no he hadn’t, Charles always had a thing about older mature women when he was younger and wished he could have had sex with an older woman when he was younger, especially a with a classy attractive woman like Sybil. He still has these thoughts sometimes and can imagine how a young late teens teenager would go fuckolic crazy with excitement. Sybil had once said while having drinks with friends one evening that she would like to a have a toyboy before she goes, which was a real shocker but Charles just laughed it off due to the champagne.

Sexually she was quite reserved and didn’t like discussing sex especially if it was crude, but she had her moments throughout life and could let her hair down on rare occasions, these were rare and generally kept in check. This frustrated Charles at times but he had learnt to live with it, He still often tried to push boundaries. As she got older, she wasn’t so keen on having her nipples played with and sucked, however there were times she enjoyed the feeling. She did however like her pussy fingered, sucked and licked.

When she was younger and in the mood, she liked being fisted. She liked having sex in the missionary position legs wide open, on top with her nipples being sucked and played with and occasionally doggy style but this didn’t happen very often. One time while having a bit of passion she asked Charles to go and get some scissors and proceeded to cut holes in an old bra for her nipples to poke through to heighten the feeling, Charles thought Christmas had come early and he nearly did. Sybil generally liked sex and didn’t mind having it regularlarly.

Charles was in his mid-sixties 5,8 ft tall, silver hair, beard quite handsome but overweight and needing to get fitter, as he was starting to feel his age physically, which was beginning to slow him down. He enjoyed his life sex life and was game for anything being a bit of a voyeur he started to become interested in cuckolding ( watching men’s wives having kurtköy escort sex with other men ) life was tough when he was younger but was quite successful in the latter years now working for an international company which he enjoyed, his position involved quite a bit of travelling. This left Sybil to enjoy flower nurseries and socializing. They both enjoyed lunching at the wine estates on weekends, she being keen on wines. He enjoyed the fact that this relaxed her, hoping she would be more adventurous, this worked sometimes.

Sybil decided she would like a light evening meal and would decide what to eat when she arrived.

As it was Friday, being showered already in the morning she would like to look dressy, she went to her wardrobe and took out a French blue wrap over dress with light blue stripes which was just above the knee. She took out a pair of high line white lace panties and a white lace, transparent see through bra, her nipples were subtly visible but not too much although if she got cold, they would be prominent. Deciding on a white lace shawl with white hold up stockings to keep her legs warm if it got cold, with white 4-inch-high peep toe shoes complete with a white clutch handbag.

She walked to the restaurants and decided on an Italian restaurant which she knew quite well. It was quite busy and noisy. The waiter showed her a table which seated three. Sat and asked for a wine list and menu. She decided on a bottle of chenin blanc with a chicken salad. The wine arrived and was poured into a glass, a full bottle would make her tipsy which might help her sleep later. Looking round the restaurant was quite full of couples, young and old and groups. Across from her sat an elderly man in his late sixties. He was quite nice looking, about 6 ft and looked fit. Sybil noticed he was drinking white wine and eating pasta.

The waiter brought Sybil’s chicken salad and chatted with her briefly. She heard a voice say that’s an English accent I hear. Sybil looked up and realized he was talking to her. Not being rude she replied yes. They chatted across tables for a short while. George had seen her come in and thought she was very attractive. George could see under her table and noticed her dress was open mid-way up her thigh. He could just see what he thought was a stocking top and immediately started to get hard, this enticed him to keep chatting. Sybil couldn’t hear him properly and suggested that she would join him as she had not started eating. George said certainly and was quite pleased with himself. George was dressed in a navy blue, short sleeve shirt and beige slacks with polished navy slip on shoes.

They exchanged names and began to chat. George told Sybil he was out with some old naval friends but decided to leave them and have a bit of supper as he lived on his own since his wife had passed away two years ago. Sybil felt a bit sad for him especially when he told her he lived on his own, he had a son who lived overseas. They started to chat about various subjects, he mentioned he was a keen gardener and enjoyed wine tasting which held Sybils attention. Sybil by this time had two glasses of wine George poured her a third glass before she realized. She felt quite mellow and relaxed and enjoyed the conversation. Sybil did not feel threatened in any way. He seemed quite a gentleman and spoke quite softly but with a strong voice.

They both had at least three glasses of wine by beykoz escort 10:30. George suggested that she go to his house which was a secure estate, no strings attached as he really enjoyed her company, which he said was rare. George had ordered an uber for 10:45 and said he would get the same one to take her back. She said no and that has she told him previously she was happily married but also felt a bit lonely sometimes and knew it must be lonely for him. She relented and said she would on condition he made no advances he said he wouldn’t, she felt safer and trusted him. George gave the driver his address and told him to return at 11:50. Sybil felt comfortable with that and got in the taxi with him. It took 15 minutes to his home.

Sybil and George arrived at his home and thought it looked like a nice estate, well kept and secure. This made her feel comfortable but still felt a bit of betrayal just by being there. When she arrived at the house, it was a single level medium size but very well kept garden. Inside it was veery comfortable, lounge come dining area with a lazy boy armchair in soft light blue corduroy with a matching couch, an oak dining table with 4 chairs, oak coffee and side tables, oak wine rack well stocked, sideboard with photographs and ornaments including a cut glass decanter three quarters full of what appeared to be whiskey and glasses. George said to sit in the chair and asked he she would like a glass of wine or a small glass of redbreast whiskey, Sybil said she would like that. George sat opposite the sofa looking directly at her.

They chatted about plants and wine. He noticed her dress and fallen to one side and her legs were slightly open, he could see her lace stocking tops but not her panties. He started to get hard again. By this time Sybil was quite tipsy and her legs were open more and George could see her panties which had slipped into the crevice of her pussy. George was getting a real boner and found it difficult to concentrate on chatting. He got up and went to get a brochure on the whiskey to show Sybil. He stood behind the chair with his face next to hers with his hands either side holding the holding the brochure while they discussed the whiskey. Sybil could feel breath and his after shave which was quite intoxicating. George kissed the side of her neck and she trembled protesting but George kissed her again and she enjoyed it.

She said she had never done anything like this since she was married and felt guilty. George said to enjoy the moment as it would never come again. He told her if she would like he would give her a sleep mask which he had from travelling in business class from a recent trip. He went and got it and placed it over her eyes with a strap over her head. She took another sip of whiskey and relaxed a bit. George put his arms to the side and started kissing her neck again, he done this for a couple of minutes.

He then placed his arms either side of her shoulders and began a gentle massage, which she enjoyed relaxing even further by this time George was really getting worked up as he hadn’t had these feelings for two years. He moved hie hands down and slowly opened the top of her dress revealing her lace bra. Heer could see her nipples and slowly moved his over the bra. Sybil sighed and he felt her nipples stiffen. He massaged them for a minute or two making them really hard. Sybil didn’t want it to stop. He eased the bra cups down until üsküdar escort her nipples sprung out of the top of the cups, He put each one between his thumb and forefinger tweaking them softly but they were rock hard all the while kissing her neck.

She began to moan, he did this for a minute or two moving his right arm down to the waist, he parted the dress sucking a deep breath when saw her panties and stocking tops. He moved his forefinger to the outside of her panties and moving in a circular motion by this time Sybil was moaning and breathing deeply. He had been in the navy for several years visiting various ports and he knew his way round women and what they liked. He continued to do this for some time still kissing her neck and alternatively tweaking her nipples. Sybil stared to buck up and down and he moved her panties to one side and put his finger on the top of her pussy still moving it in a circular manner.

He moved his face to the side and she turned her head and began kissing and tonguing him frantically. This continued for a few minutes, he then pushed two fingers in and began to explore using his thumb to stroke the top of her pussy. This was an ecstasy for Sybil. He was now getting seriously worked up. He moved to the front and unwrapped her dress kissing her legs and stomach. He kissed her again and placed his head between her legs pulling her panties to the side and proceeding to explore her while with his tongue. Licking and probing this went on for some time still using his hands to pull and tweak her rock hard nipples.

He took out his tongue and began to kiss her all the way up to her mouth they frantically kissed and tongued, she tasting her own juices. He stopped and took off his shirt and pants leaving his boxers on she moved her hand to his boxers and pulled out his cock. She felt his hardness, looking down she saw it was about eight inches long by now and two inches wide and was quite surprised having only Charles’s to compare. She moved her hand up and down slowly increasing in rhythm while he was fingering her, he leaned forward and kissed her with his cock resting on her breasts and then moving it up to her mouth w she began to kiss and suck it with greed.

Moving slowly down he kissed her and his cock rested on her pussy she gulped as it was right on the entrance, he stated to kiss and tongue her, she responded frantically as he slipped his cock inside her. She moaned as he moved up and down and from side to side pulling it out and stroking the top of her pussy this she loved and was bucking frantically trying to get his cock inside of her. Opening her legs wide with hands he began to fuck her frantically, they both climaxed shaking and breathing heavily.

He then kissed and asked if she would stay the night, she was tempted by the thought but said no. he got up pulled up his boxers while The uber driver phoned apologizing for the 45 minute delay which was due to an emergency and that he would be there in 15 minutes.

George asked Sybil if they could meet again but Sybil Saw this as being dangerous and did not want to be involve in an affair. She still loved Charles and wasn’t prepared to risk her marriage at this stage in her life. George gave her his number on a card. Which she took but had no intention of keeping.

They kissed and touched each other until the uber driver arrived and then bid their goodbyes.

Sybil arrived home 20 minutes later and was still trembling going over the feelings of ecstasy. She made herself a coffee and cleaned her makeup off, put on her nightie and laid on the bed for a while thinking about how much she enjoyed the sex.

She woke the next morning feeling a bit guilty but smiling to herself for enjoying the whole episode, thinking what she might have been missing these last few years.

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It was five after six by the time Jason left work. He basically ran back to the frat, jumped into the shower, and dressed for the ballgame. He was in his car and reaching in his pocket for his cell when it rang. He answered it, noticing the time as six-twenty-five as he did.

“Jason?”

“Kira, I’m so sorry but work ran over today. I’ll explain later but I’ll be there in three minutes. Can you guys meet me at the curb to save time?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, bye.”

Jason picked up the girls and they were dressed similarly and appropriately for a baseball game. Both had their hair pulled in ponytails through the back of their baseball caps. Tessa’s looked new but Kira’s was an old Yankee’s cap. Kira’s long blonde hair hung down further in the back than Tessa’s brown hair. They each had tight, white tank tops on and Jason’s could make out the outline and darker color of their bras underneath as they climbed into the car. Each had short denim shorts on with hoodies tied around their waists in case the weather got unexpectedly cool. Jason noticed their bodies for it seemed the first time. Both were about five-five but Kira was slightly thinner. Each would be described as slender but Tessa’s breasts were possibly a size bigger, probably between a B and C.

“Hey, you guys,” Jason said hello.

“Hi, Jason,” they echoed in unison as they took their seats, Kira in front and Tessa behind her.

“You look like true baseball fans,” Jason complimented.

“That’s because we are,” Kira replied with a smile.

Jason noticed the pleasing smile and the twinkle of her bright blue eyes. Kira was not gorgeous but at times looked incredibly cute to Jason. Her smile had reminded him of that now.

“Already to go?” he asked turning to address Tessa not to leave her out.

“Absolutely,” Tessa replied.

While Kira said, “We’ve been ready,” hinting at his tardiness.

Jason noticed the softness of Tessa’s brown eyes and was glad she had done away with the glasses for contacts. Her darker complexion was a contrast to Kira’s paler skin. They made a great pair, similar, yet different. Jason smiled at Tessa before turning back. He noticed she had a Met’s cap on. It was possibly an internal rivalry between them which he commented on as they pulled away.

The ride to the game took twenty minutes and they hit a little light traffic getting into the parking lot. The Trenton Thunder was packing the fans in more for the playoffs. The Thunder had lost the first game to the Reddington Redlegs on their home turf. They needed a win today to stay even with them. By the time they reached their seats, the national anthem was playing and the girls removed their caps. Within five minutes of sitting down the first pitch was thrown.

Due to the importance of this game to the Thunder, their ace was on the mound. He had a season ERA of 2.57 and averaged ten strike-outs per game. The leadoff batter for the Redlegs got a single and took second on a bunt by the second batter. The Thunder got the out at first but the Redlegs had a guy in scoring position. The third batter flew out to right but it was deep enough to allow the runner to tag-up and take third. The Redleg’s clean-up batter had been fabulous all year and one of the main reasons they were in the playoffs. He had a 323 batting average and twenty-four homeruns, with 109 RBIs. You could sense the nervousness in the crowd as he came to the plate.

Sean Rogers, the Thunder’s pitcher, seemed to be the only unimpressed person on the field and in the stands. He threw two wicked curves to the Redleg’s batter getting him to swing at the first and barely hold-up on the second which was just outside. Next he got him to chase a high fastball. The next pitch was inside for another ball but moved the batter back from the plate. Sean’s next pitch was a perfect fastball low and over the outside corner. The clean-up batter got nothing but air for strike three and to end the top half of the inning. The crowd erupted and clapped on their feet as the Thunder left the field and came to bat.

Jason ordered everyone a hotdog from one of the vendors and a large soft pretzel. They each had diet sodas too. The Thunder went down one, two, and three in their bottom of the first. The next two innings were scoreless but both teams stranded a man at second. In the top of the fourth, the Redleg’s clean-up batter led off. Sean made a mistake by starting him off with a curve again. This time it hung to long and the clean-up man drove it into the left field bleachers for a homerun. Sean got the other batters out but they were down one. It stayed that way till the bottom of the sixth.

The designated hitter for the Thunder led off the sixth with a double into right-center that ran to the wall. The next batter struck out and the third hit a sky-high pop-up that never made it out of the infield. With two outs it looked like the Thunder might strand another runner in scoring position until the next batter lined a single into left-center. The Redleg’s left fielder did göztepe escort a good job to cut the ball off from going to the wall and held the runner at first with a strong throw to second. However, the Thunder runner at second scored on the hit to tie the game and the crowd erupted with approval.

The Thunder’s ninth spot batter came to the plate. The second baseman, though great defensively, was not a good hitter and his average was just 226. He managed to get the pitch count to 3-1 and Jason told the girls he hoped they walked him. The batter fouled the next pitch off to make it 3-2. Jason was all ready for another strike out when the second baseman hit a grounder right down the third base line. The Redleg’s third baseman dove for the ball but missed it. The ump called it fair. With two outs and full count the runner on first had been running on the pitch. The grounder lost steam in the grass of the outfield and the left fielder had to run a long way to get to the ball. The Thunder’s runner from first scored without a throw and the second baseman made it into a double. The crowd went wild with the 2-1 lead.

“God, I don’t believe it!” Jason yelled.

“Great!” Kira screamed to his left.

“Way to go, Will!” Tessa yelled, referring to the second baseman, Will Torrey.

Jason had turned first to see Kira but she was still jumping up and down. He turned then to look at Tessa. She noticed and practically jumped into his arms in an excited hug. Her slender figure felt great to Jason and her firm breasts pressed into his side. When they broke the hug, he turned once again to Kira. She had noticed the hug with Tessa and either not to be outdone or to show her emotion too, gave him a hug followed by a kiss. It was a fast kiss and their first, but still nice.

The Thunder got a walk to have both second and first occupied before the next batter lined out to center to end the inning. Jason and the girls had hoped to keep the rally going and build a lead but they would have to settle for a 2-1 lead.

It was short lived though as Sean got two outs quickly but then gave up three straight singles. The Redlegs had tied the score and now had first and third as well. The Thunder’s coach pulled Sean Rogers and brought in a relief pitcher. After taking warm-up throws the game restarted. Much to the chagrin of the crowd the reliever promptly gave up another single with the runners going first and third again. Now they were down 3-2 and still the Redlegs threatened more. Fortunately, the next batter flew out to center and they got out of the inning just giving up two runs.

The Thunder failed to score in the bottom of the seventh after the stretch. They managed to get the Redlegs out after allowing two more singles in the top of the eighth. The bottom of the Thunder’s batting order was up again for the eighth inning so Jason commented on that to the girls prompting responses.

“Maybe they’ll do it again,” Tessa proposed referring to the sixth inning.

“I hope so,” Kira added.

“Yeah, I hope so too,” Jason agreed.

It didn’t look like it though, as the first batter just ground out on an easy roller to the second baseman. The next batter drew a hard fought walk after fouling off several pitchers. Will Torrey was again up and Jason commented on the possibility of a double play. They had little time to dwell on that thought though as the Thunder’s manager, probably to avoid the same thing, called for the hit and run play. The batter on first took off on the first pitch and Will Torrey did a fantastic job hitting the ball to the right side of the field. The Redleg’s second baseman had broken for second to cover the steal attempt and the first baseman had been holding the runner on. The resulting hole in the right side of the infield allowed Torrey’s ground ball to roll past everyone into right for a single. The other runner ended up on third. The crowd cheered happily.

Now, with first and third and one out, the crowd was on their feet and hoping for at least a tying score. The Thunder’s manager again shocked everyone, including the Redlegs, by calling for a squeeze play on the first pitch. The Thunder’s lead-off man had been 1 for 2 with a walk on the day and everyone expected he would be hitting away. He laid down a perfect bunt down the first baseline. By the time the pitcher got to the ball, it was too late to go home when he looked there, scoring the runner from third, and the speedy lead-off hitter was safe at first, just beating the throw. The crowd loved that too.

With still just one out and runners on first and second, the Redleg’s skipper decided to make his first pitching change. Their closer was another strong part of the Redlegs team and rumors circled about the Big League potential for the hard throwing short reliever. The Redleg’s manager was taking a chance bringing him in this early with the score knotted at three but he wanted to shut down any further scoring this late in the game by the Thunder.

It bostancı escort looked like a good decision when the next batter struck out. The count quickly ran to 1-2 on the number three batter, who was 0 for 3 on the day. Of the next four pitches, the Thunder’s first baseman fouled off two and took two for balls to run the count to full. The Redleg’s pitching coach came to the mound for a huddle. Jason and the two girls contemplated the discussion as it was going on.

“He’s probably telling him not to walk this guy if he can help it because John Ward is up next,” Jason said, referring to the Thunder’s clean-up batter, whom had had a good year too.

“I think he’s telling him not to give him anything he can drive for a homer,” Kira astutely said.

“No, he wants a ground ball so they can turn the double-play,” Tessa said, surprising Jason and even Kira with her knowledge of the game.

“Wow, good one, Tessa. You too, Kira. I’d love to know what he is telling him,” Jason said as they watched the huddle break up.

“Me too,” Kira agreed.

The next pitch was ninety-five miles-an-hour and slightly high. The Thunder’s first baseman just managed to clip the bottom of the ball and drive it to the backstop for a foul ball. The next pitch was dead center over the middle of the plate and the first baseman drove the fastball down the right field line. The ball hit fair just before the warning track and ricocheted off the wall. The right fielder gave chase and got to the ball fairly quickly. He didn’t have a very strong arm though and the cut-off man took the throw low. He spun around to fire home but it was too late to catch the speedy lead-off batter. The first baseman ended up with a double.

Two runs scored for the Thunder and they went up 5 to 3. The Thunder’s clean-up batter, John Ward was up next with the first baseman still in scoring position. He took the first two pitches for a ball and a strike. The next pitch was a fastball and he hit it hard to right-center but had not gotten all of it. The Redleg’s centerfielder ran the ball down and made a nice catch on the warning track for the third out.

The Thunder brought in their closer for the top of the ninth. He would have to face the middle of the Redleg’s order which had the fans a little nervous despite the two run lead. The first batter lined out to left bringing the Redleg’s clean-up hitter to the plate. He already had one homer on the day. The crowd grew hushed when the pitcher threw him two straight balls trying to get him to chase bad pitches. He had to come over on the next fastball and the batter drove it a long way but foul down the leftfield line.

The crowd got on their feet for the next pitch and cheered loudly. The next pitch was a little outside and the batter tried to check his swing. The catcher appealed to the first base umpire if the batter had gone around. The ump called it a strike which brought the Redleg’s coach out to argue. The crowd booed the coach and yelled at the batter as the coach’s argument fell on deaf ears and he returned to the dugout much to the delight of the fans.

Still on their feet the crowd watched the next pitch just miss inside to run the count to full. The next pitch was outside but just off the plate and the batter fouled it off. The catcher went out to the mound for a conference with the pitcher before the next pitch. It was an inside fastball this time and the clean-off batter hit it off the handle. The bat shattered but managed to pop the ball over the third baseman’s head for a single.

With the tying run coming to bat the crowd grew a little uneasy but cheered loudly too. The designated hitter for the Redlegs was up and swung at the first pitch. He hit a screamer but right to the third baseman. The third baseman caught the ball and noticed the runner on first had started hard for second but then realize the ball was caught. The Redleg’s clean-up batter slipped and fell trying to change his direction and get back to first. He got to his feet and scrambled to first but the throw from the third baseman doubled him up for the final out. The stands erupted in applause and cheers. The Thunder had won 5 to 3.

Kira, Tessa, and Jason jumped up and down with everyone else and cheered. They hugged and both girls kissed him. They stayed to watch the players on the Thunder all high-five themselves on the field before heading into the dugout. The stands were buzzing as the people shuffled out. It took several minutes to find Jason’s car in the madhouse that was now the parking lot. It was another fifteen minutes before they could get out onto the main road. It was still only ten o’clock though.

“Are we just going back to campus?” Kira asked.

“Where did you want to go?” Jason replied.

“I don’t know? Somewhere. I’m too excited from the game to just want to go back home,” Kira continued.

“Me too,” Tessa said.

“Anyone hungry or thirst?” Jason asked.

“Not really,” Kira commented.

“Me tuzla escort neither,” Tessa added.

“Well, I like to watch the airplanes come into Mercer County Airport,” Jason said, “if that appeals to you.”

“Where do you park?” Kira asked.

“There is a great spot right off the runway on one side,” Jason responded.

“Okay. That sound good to you, Tessa?” Kira said.

“Fine,” Tessa answered.

Jason drove to the airport, about fifteen minutes away, as they continued to talk about the game. The next game was Sunday in Reddington and the next home game was Wednesday. Jason asked and both girls were interested in going to that game too. The final, deciding fifth game, would be in Reddington if it went that far. Each team needed two wins now to clench.

Jason pulled into a spot as far from two other cars as he could at the right end of the parking lot. He killed the engine and they sat back to wait for planes and continued to talk baseball. A couple of small planes, out late at night, arrived but it was fifteen minutes before a good sized corporate jet cruised in. It was fun to watch as the wheels touched down not far from where they were parked. Smoke billowed off the braking tires as the plane slowed down the runway.

“Cool,” Kira commented.

“Wow, I’ve never been this close to a landing plane before,” Tessa stated.

“They’re fun to watch,” Jason agreed.

They watched a plane take-off too and then things got kinda quiet for a while. Jason noticed Kira start fidgeting a bit and began to think they wanted to leave.

“Jason?” Kira said.

“Yeah, you want to go?”

“No … I was just curious … I mean … have you brought other girls here before?” Kira asked a little nervously.

“Sure,” Jason replied.

“Just for watching planes?” Kira questioned, but still looked straight ahead.

“Not always,” Jason answered, realizing where she was headed and turning to her.

“What else then,” Kira asked and glanced his way.

Jason felt a little awkward with Tessa behind Kira listening to this whole thing but what the hell he thought. ‘If Kira wants to ask with Tessa here, I’m game,’ he decided.

“It’s a decent make-out spot,” Jason offered. “In fact, I bet that’s what those other cars are doing right now.”

“Is that why you brought us here?” Kira asked.

“Well, no not totally,” Jason started to say.

“Because it’s okay if you did, right Tessa?” Kira said including Tessa which somewhat shocked Jason.

“Sure,” Jason heard Tessa reply surprisingly.

Jason glanced between Kira and Tessa as he answered, “You girls want to get in the back seat?”

“Okay,” Kira said.

“I don’t have to move,” Tessa stated jokingly.

“Okay, then,” Jason said and opened his door.

Seeing Jason do so, Kira opened hers too, but rushed around to the same side as Jason. He opened the back door and got in followed by Kira. Jason got the distinct impression that the girls had thought this through and planned to put him in the middle of the back seat.

When they were settled, Jason slumped down in the middle with his big frame. His head was still even with Kira’s and Tessa’s on either side but his body was more open and his legs were up and parted to fit better. The next couple seconds were like a huge pregnant pause. No one knew what to do next, so Jason decided to take the bull by the horns. He leaned into Kira and kissed her. He kissed her twice and then shifted to do the same thing with Tessa.

‘Good, god, this is wild,’ Jason thought as he felt his dick react.

The prospect of making out with the two of them at once had his libido racing. He switched back to Kira, for three kisses this time, before returning to Tessa for the same amount, trying to keep everything even. On the last kiss with Tessa, Jason felt Kira’s hand on his upper leg. He returned to Kira and during three more kisses with her, he felt Tessa’s hand on his other thigh.

Jason’s cock was pulsing with life at the prospect of fucking these two virgins. Jason tried to tell himself, ‘Be cool, don’t push it too hard,’ but his general lust was taking over quickly.

Returning to Kira, he teased her lips with his tongue as they kissed, resulted in her opening her mouth to him. He moved in and she moaned into the kiss as their tongues teased. Jason felt Tessa’s hand close around his shorts encased cock as it lengthened down his right pant leg. Her hand squeezed lightly making him groan now into Kira’s kiss. He returned to Tessa to introduce his tongue to her too. She had been watching intently the two of them and accepted his tongue right away. Now Kira’s hand pressed low into the vee of his legs, passing firmly over his trapped testicles.

Jason decided not to be outdone and slid both his hands, which had been at his sides, up the front of the girl’s shirts. He passed over their flat bellies and caressed the clothed bottom of their farthest breasts. Tessa moaned into his last kiss before he switched back to Kira. ‘God, this was going better than I could have dreamt it,’ Jason thought.

He kissed Kira and kneaded her left tit as their tongues did battle inside each other’s mouth. Tessa’s hand was growing bolder as it squeezed his cock in different spots. She found the head and Jason nearly gasped into Kira’s kiss when Tessa squeezed that too.

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Step

My girlfriend and her magic fingers

I was home from college and taking it easy for the winter holiday. Nights were spent with my sweetie, movies, dinners and a little smooching. After taking her home I would spend some time with my favorite occupation. Playing with my penis and working up a good orgasm. Life was good.

My father had remarried when I was young and as a result Angus was kind of my mom now. Even though I called her mom most of the time she kind of acted like a big sister or close friend. She thought Step was wonderful and encouraged our romance. One morning at breakfast she asked me if we were being safe. When it dawned on me what she was asking I confessed that we were not doing what she was suggesting. “Oh really, you’re not? Why not? You guys are young. Hormones have to be flowing. Wow, I am surprised. Step is such a lovely girl and seems to be open minded. What is her problem if I might ask?”

When I told mom there wasn’t a problem. We, well actually, I wasn’t ready for it yet. She was ok with my decision and we could wait if that’s what I wanted. Several times Step had kind of hinted that we might do a little more but didn’t push it. Mom seemed a bit shocked but dropped the subject and asked if I was going to help clean the basemen this morning?

After lunch Step was coming over and we had planned a walk in a local park, fast food and then a movie.

I was in the shower when she arrived. Mom hollered up the stairs to hurry up my girl was here and waiting. When I came down Step was blushing and when I asked her if she was feeling ok she acıbadem escort said she was. Mom just added that they were having a little girl to girl talk and when I pressed for more was told to mind my own business. We had a good day and I was beginning to think about maybe it was time to take our relationship a little further. Later that night as normal, I masturbated to the picture of Step in my head.

The next night as we sat by the lake hugging and stuff, she took my hand and placed it on her breast. Oh, it did feel good. Maybe it was time to go a little further but when I tried to reach under her skirt she stopped me, “No Franklin. Not here. Just do what you’re doing.” We spent another fifteen minutes or so just hugging and kissing and me holding that breast. I thought one time she might touch me but her hand just rested on my upper thigh.

Apparently she wasn’t in a hurry either. Or so I thought.

Sunday morning I was still in bed. I had woken up with another erection. I thought that last night’s jerk off session would have taken care of me but there it was, hard and waiting. My boxers were hanging from one ankle and the sheets were down by my feet and one hand was fondling my nut sack in anticipation of what was going to happen next.

Only the next thing was a knock on my door and starting to swing open. I really should learn to lock it. Mom knew no bounds. Only as I pulled up the sheet to hide my excitement it was Step standing there. “Good morning sleepy head. It’s almost noon you promised we would drive up dudullu escort to the vineyards today.”

Then she stopped and stared. The bulge in the sheet may have given me away. “Oh Franklin, I’m sorry…Are you…Umm…needing some more time? Should I just go back downstairs and see your mom?”

She turned to leave and then just as quickly turned back and closed the door. “Let me see it.”

“What.”

“Your penis…I want to see it. I’ve never seen one. A real one I mean. Let me see it.”

I was stammering and not knowing what to do when she took control. With a couple of steps she was at my bed and just like that she pulled the sheet away exposing me in all my glory. “Oh Franklin, that is so wonderful. Can I touch it?”

Before I could answer her thumb and finger were holding me. Kneeling on the edge of the bed she leaned down at looked at me. Her mouth was hanging open and her blue eyes big. As she leaned back and let go she demanded, “Show me how you do it. Masturbate for me. I want to see you doing it. Come on show me.”

Fool that I am, lying her naked with my fully dressed girlfriend watching, I did. Slowly and wondering why was I doing this? It’s insane; I’m masturbating and letting my girlfriend watch.

Until…”Ok now it’s my turn.” She pulled my hand away and took over. This was so much better than me doing it myself. Her soft hand felt so great. Why hadn’t I ever let this happen?

Just as she asked, “Am I doing it right?”

The door opened again. “Oh, sorry, I’ll just leave you two to bağdat caddesi escort it.” Stepping back and closing the door. I could hear her saying, “In the future you should lock your door.”

“That was so cool. My mom would have a fit if she caught me giving some guy a hand job. Could I come over every morning? You know and do this? It will help with my education. I could base my thesis on how to give an orgasm by hand. I am going to do that right? You are going to do that aren’t you? Orgasm I mean. Should I be doing something else? Are you getting close? Help me out here. I’m kind of a novice at this, you’re my first one.”

I was getting into it. My mom popping in kind of slowed me down but Step was getting me close again. But it felt so good I didn’t want it to end too soon. No, I could have enjoyed this for the next several hours. If something didn’t spoil it. The feelings were boiling up inside me.

“Slow down for a bit. Don’t hurry; let me feel every stroke of your hand. Ya, like that. Ever so softly and slowly, this is wonderful. Why did we wait? I’m such an idiot.”

Even at the slower speed I was getting closer and closer. “Now…faster…ya…Like…That…Oh…Here it comes.” I was exploding. Juice was flying ever where. Oh Step. What she did to me. I had died and gone to heaven.

“Please stop. I’m sensitive right now. Give me a few minutes and we can try again. Just let me recover. I wouldn’t want to get in the way of your school project.”

A knock on my door, “If you guys are done for now, anybody want some lunch? Step, Franklin everything ok in there?”

“Yes mom, things are good in here. We’ll be down later. We’ll come down in time for dinner, if that’s ok with you.”

The end

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You sure you’re not mad,” he asked.

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

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

“With me, really, why”, she asked.

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

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

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

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

“You what?” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He heard a knock on the door downstairs.

Damn it!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh-huh,” he answered absently.

Honey, I really loved that house.”

“Uh-huh.”

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

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

“Honey, are you okay?” Pam asked.

“No, I’m not.”

“Frustrated?”

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

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

They could be happy wherever they were.

The End

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Always pee before you go anywhere.”

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

“Excuse me Sir.”

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

“Can I help you?” I asked.

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

“Thanks, I just got it.”

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

“Where are you going?” I asked suspiciously.

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

Her eyes started to tear up.

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

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

“Okay, you’ve got a ride. Hop in.”

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

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

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

“It’s a deal!”

She smiled and held out her hand.

“My name is Skye.”

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

“I’m Bill.”

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

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

“Are you sure?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I didn’t see much.” I lied.

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

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

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

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

“Sure, go ahead.”

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

“Nope, I’m as single as can be.”

“Then, would you mind if I did this?”

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

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

Skye explained.

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

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

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

She continued to rub my cock.

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

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

Her voice took on a sexy, sultry tone.

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

“I jerked off. I made myself cum.”

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

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

“That was my plan.” I agreed.

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

“I’m gonna cum!” I gasped.

“Do it Bill. Shoot that load for me!”

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

“I think I need to change.”

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

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

She held up her right hand.

“I promise I’ll be good.”

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

With a twinkle in her eye, Skye replied,

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

“Sexy and a sense of humor, Nice!”

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

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

“I’m not shy, look all you want.”

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

“See anything you like?”

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

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

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

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

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

I get out of the truck and look around.

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

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

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

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

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

“Hop out for a second.”

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

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

“Don’t fight it. My lips are yours.”

We kissed again, then headed to the diner.

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

“Are you okay?” I asked.

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

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

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

“Here? Are you crazy?”

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

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

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

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

“Was everything okay folks?” The waitress asked.

“Yes!” Skye almost shouted as she came.

The waitress wore a look of surprise.

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

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

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

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

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

“Here? In the truck?”

I reached over and pulled her zipper down.

“Lean back and pull these down.”

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

“You are simply perfect. Just gorgeous.”

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

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

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

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

“”I’d love it!” She purred.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Skye started to wake up, so I asked her.

“Traveled enough for one day?”

She glanced at the clock in my truck.

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

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

“Can I help you?”

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

“A room for the night please.”

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

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

“That will be fine.” I said.

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

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

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

I paid and Skye took the key.

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

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

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

Skye asked as she was unbuttoning my jeans.

“Kind of, yeah.”

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

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

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

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

“Skye, I’m getting close.” I warned.

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

“Damn Skye, that was incredible!”

She stood up and replied.

“I’m glad you lik…”

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

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