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This is a work of fiction and all characters are over 18, even if one of them is repeatedly entitled as “boy”. If you find man-on-man revolting, please don’t read any further. The second chapter might be slightly (!) more to your taste.

Enjoy!

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Klaas could have kicked himself. He had stormed out like a headless chicken. No proper riding boots, a pair of normal jeans and his usual leather jacket. Not what he usually would have worn for riding. Then again, he was nearly overdressed as anybody else here rode motorcycles in sneakers and t-shirts.

He had recently relocated from the Netherlands to Barcelona to take on a role as a callcenter head supervisor. With 22, he was young for the role but he had been working in the company’s callcenter near Amsterdam since leaving school at 17. He was clever, worked hard, knew his stuff and had advanced quickly. Coming from headquarters and being much younger than them had not exactly enamoured the 5 managers reporting to him, but in the last 3 months, a sort of a grudging respect had set in. And even though he was their boss, he was genuinely friendly and his boyish good looks helped not just with the women.

Like many Dutch whiteish-blonde and blue-eyed, what he lacked in size and brawn for a typical Dutchman (he was 5’6″ and lightly built) he made up for with a hands-on enthusiastic mentality and a “come-on, let’s go” energetic style of management.

Nevertheless, the start had not been easy. Work was challenging, he had found a small flat, but he missed home. He had broken up with his girlfriend who was furious about his move and he missed a girlfriend. He did not miss her exactly, but she had been fun in the sack and he had not had any booty since moving here. What kept him sane was the fantastic weather, the sea and his pride and joy, a fluorescent green Triumph Speed Triple. Not the latest model, certainly, but plenty fast enough to kill yourself and to get in all sorts of trouble. A real hooligan motorbike, and his gift to himself for the promotion.

It was the middle of the week and when unexpectedly his agenda had cleared for the afternoon, he had not hesitated. Bright sunshine, hot, even though it was only the end of May. He had jumped onto the bike and had taken the highway north towards the French border to explore the hills behind the coast. Now, a good hour later, he had left the coast road and had turned inland into the hills. The roads were recently re-surfaced and free of traffic, he left free rein to his motorcycle’s horses.

The wind sang in his ears and he felt great when the engine all of a sudden spluttered, then stuttered and coughed and died. He quickly pulled the clutch lever and coasted to a halt on the wide gravel shoulder of the road, then opened the filler cap and gently shook the bike. A sloshing noise, but far down in the tank. Shoot, he had forgotten to fill her up.

He fumbled under the tank for the fuel tap, opened the reserve. Could he go back to the coast? He had seen some pumps there, but that had been a while ago, a bit far for comfort. He had never tried how far he could go on reserve. On the other hand, just riding into the hills hoping to find a village with a pump was certainly worse. He tapped his left chest pocket for his mobile …. Where was it? He tapped all his pockets … no telephone, he must have left it in his locker at work when taking off his suit jacket. So, no telephone …. And then it dawned on him: no telephone, no GPS, ok. But also: no credit cards, no cash….. Well, he had to try to get to the next pump on the coast road and then see what he would do.

He pressed the starter button. After turning over twice, the engine fired, then fell into a lumpy idle …. and stalled. Klaas pressed the button again. The starter warbled, the engine turned over but did not fire up. He tried again … and again …. and again …. Nothing.

He swore: this was just his luck. No phone, no money, out of petrol and the only people he knew in this country were at work.

He looked around. Hills ahead, hills behind, and in the middle of this dusty valley the road … There was a cart track leading off to the left, and there seemed to be a house in the trees. He thought for a moment if he should try to push the bike to the house. 35 degrees centigrade and no shade anywhere. But just leaving it by the wayside did not feel right either. In the end he pushed it the 200 meters to the access road and another 50 meters into the track towards the house, before the heat became too much. He left the bike on the side of the track, hung is helmet and jacket on the handlebars and set out towards the house.

He approached the house, but could not see anything behind the dense hedge and the gate. Everything seemed quiet, no dog barking. Didn’t they all have dogs out here? he wondered before pressing the doorbell. It was only then that he wondered how he would explain his bostancı escort situation as his Spanish was close to non-existent …. Or did they speak Catalan out here in the sticks? He was still pondering that thought when the intercom crackled to life:

“Hola?” a man’s voice, slightly gravelly, gruff, deep. He tried to collect the few words of Spanish he had picked up:

“Hola. Hai …. Ahm well, ahh…. pech … petrol con motocycleta on the strada. Ayudar, please?” He heard the man on the other side chuckle, then say:

“Alright, come on in, on the left side around the house, I am in the back.” The intercom snapped off, and the gate opened slightly, he could slip through, then it closed again.

The house was a relatively small bungalow with a garage underneath and a well maintained front garden. When going around the house on its left, Klaas saw some jerrycans and oil pans. Does this guy maybe have petrol here he could give me? he thought.

He rounded the corner of the house and looked over a large well maintained back garden with an enormous lawn. In front of a large terrace was an equally large swimming pool.

Its owner was standing next to two deck chairs in the middle of the terrace looking at him curiously. He visibly had been lying on the farther one of the recliners, as his towel, a book and a can of beer were still there. He was a tall, maybe 1.90, a mountain of a man with huge pectoral muscles, thigs and arms, end of his forties or early fifties, he looked as if he weightlifted regularly and radiated fitness and a raw vibrant energy. His slightly too long hair was black as was the generous body hair that covered his strong limbs and his deep-tanned skin. The man stepped forward and held out his hand, they shook. He looked curiously at Klaas and said:

“Hola, I did not quite understand what you wanted to say”. Klaas felt releaved to hear English. Sheepishly, he admitted:

“My Spanish is not very good”, the other man nodded while looking him all over, “I just arrived in Spain and didn’t have the time to learn.”

“And that is why you rang at my door?” to man grinned.

“No, no, I have a problem with my motorcycle, and as I did not have my phone with me, I thought I could maybe ….”

“What’s wrong with it?” said the man

“I don’t know, I suddenly stopped running, maybe petrol ….”

“Where is it now?”

“A couple of meters up your driveway, off the street ….”

“Good, good, out of harms way. I am John, by the way ….”

“Klaas. Sorry for invading your privacy …”

“Oh, don’t worry, I had time to put on some shorts” he laughed at Klaas’ surprised face, “I am here on my own, nobody sees me and it is warm, so why bother with clothes, right?” Klaas did not know what to say to that.

“Don’t worry, we’ll have a look at your bike in a minute, I have some tools here, we’ll get it running, no issue.” John looked up to the sun “Gosh, what a scorcher today, aye? You thirsty?”

It was only then that Klaas realized that he was totally parched and his tongue felt like an old leather strap.

“Thought so,” said the guy, “I’ll get you something to drink”. He was turning away, then looked back: “If you want to jump into the pool, be my guest.” With that he disappeared into the shade of the house.

Klaas looked at the pool. It looked deliciously cool. But he could not just jump in, could he? He did not know the guy. And he had no swimsuit.

In the end, the pool won. He dropped his dress shirt, the jeans and shoes and jumped into the water. Ahhhh, what a relief. Shortly afterwards, John was back with a cooler and a towel. When he saw Klaas in the pool, he said:

“Brilliant idea, I knew you’d jump in.” He grinned, liked what he saw: a young slender guy with very light skintone, blue eyes and tousled light-blonde hair, a trim body, clearly sporty. Well developed pecks and arms, probably legs and bum as well firm and pert, but they were under water, hard to tell. Sinewy, athletic physique, but in a light, small package. Nearly naked in the sun in his pool. Delicious.

“And if you dropped your pants, I can do so too”. He pushed down his boardshorts and stepped out of them, coming back onto the terrace stark naked. Klaas stared at him and mumbled:

“I have my underpants on” he said, blushing. John laughed

“Ah. You’ll have wet jeans later on, but hey! your choice.” While Klaas stared, John draped the towel over the second deck chair and busied himself with the cooler. Klaas could see that he was indeed tanned all over and except for between his legs, his whole body was covered with a sort of a thick black fuzz of hair, like a bear. Klaas grinned at that thought.

“That’s better” said John, grinning as well, “you already look less hassled” He took a swig from his beer. “Ok, we’ll have a look at your bike later, I have all the tools we might need including some petrol in the garage. And if all else fails, we can trailer your bike to …. ” he hesitated, tuzla escort “…. where did you say you are from?”

“Badalona” said Klaas from the pool.

“Badalona, ok” said John, “bit of a trot, but hey! No problem. So relax, have a drink, and then we go see. Or are you in a hurry?” Klaas looked at his watch, 13.45, not even two hours since he had left the office. “Wife or girlfriend waiting for you at home and getting worried?”

“Naa, just ditched her, and no, no hurry, nobody gets worried.”

“Excellent” said John, took a can from the cooler and walked over. “Have a drink, relax, and we’ll sort it out”. Klaas could not help it to see how his uncut dick slapped against his thighs as he walked. If possible, the meaty long dick was even darker tanned than the rest of John’s body. It looked heavy and chuncky even though it was only fluffed up, not fully stiff. The dark schlong slapping left and right against the thighs and the fuzz all over that huge muscled body looked surreal in the glaring light.

The older one squatted down next to the pool and handed him a beer. Klaas reached up and took it, but could not help noting the ballsack and penis hanging down between his muscled thighs. The balls large and heavy, the penis long and thick even though not fully hard. He was shaved all around his cock and balls, the rest of the body was very hairy.

John saw him staring and grinned.

“When you are sufficiently cooled down, come out, you can use the other deck chair.” He grinned a bit more. “And get rid of your underpants. Put them in the sun to dry, otherwise you look afterwards as if you had peed your pants.” He saw Klaas’ hesitant look. “I put on some shorts before because I didn’t know who you were, and the neighbours are a bit special about being nude. All those tourists on the coast, I suppose.” Klaas seemed to still hesitate. “I usually do not bother to put on anything. Nobody can see us here anyway, and even if…. ” John made a dismissive gesture, ” … who cares, this is my land, so …. ” Klaas still looked undecided. “But ok, just do as you feel, ….” He grinned, turned around and went back to his deck chair, lay down and seemed to doze.

Klaas took a sip … good local beer. He leaned back and tried to relax. What a bizarre situation, he thought. Me alone with a naked muscle bear of a man, in the middle of nowhere, drinking beer.

After a couple of minutes, he began to feel the freshness of the water. The air was hot, but the pool had not fully heated up yet. He stepped up the steps, thought about pulling his jeans on over the moist underpants and decided: ‘Why not, what should happen? He is right, relax.’ With that thought, he walked across the terrace, set down his beer next to the second recliner, and pushed down his briefs. He stepped out of them and wrung them out. John opened an eye, looked up at him, smiled. Klaas while wringing them out said:

“Sorry, I was a bit tense there. Thanks for the offer, it sounds great, and no, I am not in a hurry.” With that, he turned around, bent forward and laid out his undergarment on the hot concrete. When he turned back, he saw that John had not closed his eyes and had stared intently at his backside while he laid out his boxers. But instead of being embarrassed to be caught staring, he just smiled and lazily closed his eyes again. Klaas took another swig, lay down and enjoyed the hot sun on his skin.

He must have nodded off, because the next thing he knew was a big splashing sound. He opened his eyes and felt a bit whoozy when lifting his head. John had jumped into the pool and that had woken him up. The sun burned on his skin and a dive into the water seemed like a good idea. He struggled to his feet, but instead of jumping into the pool, he sat down at its edge and dangled his feet in. Ahhh, perfect …. His head began to clear again.

John was swimming laps now, powerful strokes, crawl first for 15 laps and then butterfly. “No wonder he is in good shape if he swims like that” thought Klaas. Finally, John swam over and sat in the shallow water just next to the younger man’s legs.

“So, how come that you get stranded here in the middle of the hills, with hardly any Spanish and no phone, and no one waits for your return?” He grinned at Klaas to take the sting out of the remark.

“I headed off from work in Barcelona, and forgot my mobile and cards because I was eager to ride”. John nodded. “And my colleagues would certainly wonder where I was if I didn’t show up tomorrow morning” The older man nodded.

“You been here long?” he then asked.

“A bit over two months, my company moved me here from Amsterdam. And you?”

“I am here for most of the year since 20 years, writing ….” He was quiet for a while. “England can be very depressing in autumn. Or in winter … or spring for that matter.” They both laughed.

“What are you writing?” Klaas asked.

“Crime novels, nothing too demanding. But it makes a living.” He made a göztepe escort wide gesture with his arm, as if to say: this is my domain. Klaas looked around. It definitely makes a decent living, he thought. “And the girlfriend did not come along with you?”

“Nah, ditched her before leaving Amsterdam”. They were silent for a while. “Miss her”. John gave him a half-smile:

“Miss HER, or miss IT?” Klaas laughed out loud.

“Yeah, ok, I miss IT. Big time. Her not so much, that’s true…”

There was a silence again.

“Funny, a young guy like you …. good looking … well built, single…. There should be plenty of ways of having fun in Barcelona. Don’t you go out?” the question was asked lazily, just a conversation between two men, killing time, but Klaas had a certain idea what John meant with “plenty of ways”. Barcelona had a lively gay scene, apart from all sorts of other interests that were catered for.

“Naah,” he finally replied lazily, “I was too busy with work”. John nodded at that.

“Shame …” John said after a while. He seemed to consider something, hesitated, then said “…. Damned shame. Would you like to try?” he looked at Klass directly and Klaas blushed, did not know what to say.

“Well, would you like to?” John insisted. Klaas felt flushed and stuttered:

“I don’t know …. I have never …. I am not ….” John stopped him with a gesture

“Shshshshsh. Don’t worry…,” he said as he slowly approached and laid a hand on Klaas’ thigh, ” …you’ll like it. And you can stop me anytime you like …. ” he rubbed slowly Klaas’ thigh and smiled his big smile “…and liking it does not make you gay”.

He rubbed his thigh a bit higher, then pushed slowly his knees apart and rubbed the young man’s thigh all the way up. Klaas closed his eyes and gasped. This felt so good after nearly three months without any action.

While he rubbed the inside of Klaas’ thighs, the bear stared intently at the young cock that was fluffing up. It was uncut, and not overly large if that could be assessed in its half-flaccid state. But it looked clean and juicy, very smooth, no veins or anything. Just a perfectly smooth young man’s dick. His mouth watered.

“Ahhh, he likes it” rumbled John’s deep voice. Klaas felt his ears burn with embarrassment as the blood shoot into his member. The hands on his thighs felt too good, his cock stiffened even more, it became hot and hard and stood out like a sawed-of tee branch. It had a big bulbous mushroom head that was now an angry dark read as it crept out from under the foreskin. He was mortally embarrassed as John’s hand caressed closer and closer to his stiff cock and then held it firmly, one hand around its root, the other weighing his contracted ball sack in his hand. The older man admired the rigid member for a few moments, slowly sliding his hand up and down the lengths of the hard shaft, then reached around Klaas’ back and pulled him closer to the edge of the pool. And then, slowly, he descended on the angry red head, his lips formed a circle around it …. and swallowed it.

Klaas groaned and thought he would explode there and then. He had gone to heaven. Ahhhh, this was too good! He moaned, lay back on the concrete and tried not to think, just enjoying the expert mouth sucking and licking his shaft and fondling is balls.

John enjoyed licking this young dick. It was hard and enthusiastic in his hand, uncut and he loved to play with it, slide his tongue under the foreskin. But now it was hard, the glans was out, the foreskin stretched back. He licked the darker red helmet, sucked it in again. Klaas shuddered. The skin was so fair, and his dick tasted good, hardly any body hair anywhere. The perfect twink.

John’s finger trailed along the edge of the ballsack down, tried to squeeze his ass, but could not get his hand underneath. He lifted Klaas’ left leg, the leg came out of the water, he pushed it forward upward, over Klaas’ body. “Hold it!” Obediently, Klaas pulled his upper thigh to his chest. John lifted his right leg as well, Klaas held it without being asked. John pushed with one hand Klaas’ dick and nutsack up and admired the new perspective.

The same cream-coloured skin, very smooth, hardly any hair. The ball sack slightly darker, its skin pulled tight by excitement and John’s hand. Underneath the skin lighter again, the protruding triangle of the perineum below the boy’s balls leading to brownish-pink folds around his sphincter. There was a darker line coming down the middle of his cock, over the scrotum and continued as a slightly elevated ridge until it disappeared in the pinkish hole. John let his hand slide over the uncovered purple helmet of Klaas’ cock. The folds around his backdoor twitched hard, he let his hands slide once more over the helmet. The whole perineum twitched in spasms … he caressed the triangle lightly, then pressed gently, released, and pressed gently again, then let his hands slide to the cheeks.

Perfect firm man cheeks, like apples, pink and firm to the touch, he squeezed them lightly, then leaned forward and licked over the balls, released the tension with his hand on Klaas’ dick and sucked on ball into his mouth, licked it gently, rolled it on his tongue, then the other one. And then he licked slowly lower and lower ….. he heard a surprised hiss and a sigh when his tongue reached the Dutch boy’s star.

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

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

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

“Please shut up and help us get naked.”

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

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

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

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

“You like?” She asked.

“I love how they look.”

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

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

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

“You like foreplay?” She asked between kisses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’ll be there, won’t we?” I asked.

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

“Ann?” I asked.

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

“Do we go together?” I asked.

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

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

“T-shirts?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“Two! My wife and my daughter.”

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

“You admit it!” His voice was raised.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nope.” We both looked at Ann.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Diane asked, “Was he hurt, too?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jose’ asked, “Rules?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know, but—”

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

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

“Then do it for her.”

“What if she doesn’t want to? “

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

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

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

“Fucking hell, Sasquatch.”

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

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

#

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Looking back.

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

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

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

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

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

#

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

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

Saskia crossed her legs, and opened the photo…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Billie. You bitch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh my,” she said, “is that…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your ring?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Even though Aela had let go of Saskia all together.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi, Liz,” said Harry.

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

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

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

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

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

“A….a….No!” she stuttered.

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

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

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

~0~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No, Liz had other plans

~o~

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

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

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

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

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

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

~o~

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

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

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

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

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

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

~o~

“Hello there sexy,” a stranger alluded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Baron left reluctantly and apologized again.

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

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

~o~

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

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

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

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

~o~

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

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

Dinner was very enjoyable and the company was even better.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~o~

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You…..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You sure you’re not mad,” he asked.

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

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

“With me, really, why”, she asked.

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

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

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

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

“You what?” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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“Sorry!” Will yelped the word out while trying to turn around gracefully with an over-stuffed laundry basket in both arms and the door propped open with one foot. It didn’t work; when he pulled his foot away from the door, it smacked him in the elbow, almost causing the laundry basket to slip from his grasp and forcing him to lean heavily on the doorframe to trap it between the entrance to the laundry room and his body.

The person he’d directed his apologies at watched his minor humiliation with a sympathetic smile on her face as she sat on the low bench between the two washer/dryers. “Don’t worry,” she said. “It’s all right, you can come in. I don’t mind.” She sounded perfectly comfortable with the situation, but Will couldn’t help but feel like he was intruding–she wasn’t wearing anything other than a red silk bra and a matching pair of panties.

“No, really,” he said, blushing, “it’s fine. I can come back later, it’s fine, I just didn’t figure there’d be anyone else here at this time of night, I–” He got a firmer grip on the basket, realized he was staring, and looked away. “Sorry,” he said again quietly, preparing to leave.

“No, really,” she said quickly, before he could close the door. “It’s fine. Please, I’d feel terrible if I thought I chased you away. I’m almost done with a load right now; as soon as it finishes, you can use the machine while my other load runs. Honestly, I’d love the company. Like you said, not many people doing laundry at this time of night.”

Will hesitated, but the woman in red would have none of it. “Seriously, you don’t need to feel embarrassed,” she said. “I don’t feel like I’ve got anything to be ashamed of about my body.” She smiled flirtatiously at him. “Do you think I’ve got anything to be ashamed of?”

“N-no,” Will stammered out, letting the door swing shut behind him as he came inside. He didn’t trust himself to say anything else, any more than he trusted himself not to stare; the fact was, she was absolutely gorgeous. Her short dark hair and large, liquid brown eyes gave her face a youthful quality that belied her curvaceous body–and she definitely had curves to spare. When she slid down the bench to make room for him, her large, creamy white breasts jiggled distractingly for what seemed like a second or two after the rest of her body had come to a complete stop. It took another second or two for Will to remind himself he was trying not to stare at her body.

“My name’s Rowan,” she said. “Rowan Martin, which should tell you everything you need to know about my parents’ sense of humor.”

Will smiled a little, the joke easing a bit of his tension. He still felt nervous around her–he’d always felt awkward around pretty girls, the legacy of a miserable teenage existence–but her warm, friendly demeanor helped calm his jitters a bit. “Will,” he said, trying to keep eye contact. “Will Greenwald.”

She extended a hand, which he shook gratefully. “Sorry about my underdressed state,” she said, gesturing down at her body and wrecking all Will’s progress in calming down. “I realized a little too late how few clean clothes I had left, and you know what it’s like–any clothing is acceptable attire in a laundry emergency.”

Will chuckled. “Yeah, I know what that’s like,” he said, looking down at his own faded jeans and slightly frayed t-shirt. “I’m not a big fan of laundry day either.”

“Oh, no!” Rowan said, shaking her head. “I actually love doing laundry–I’ve been kind of swamped lately, so I got a bit behind on it, but normally I come down here every time I have a load together. It’s a nice way to meet new people. You can tell more about someone from spending an hour with them washing clothes than you can over a week any other way.”

Will quirked an eyebrow at that, but before he could say anything, the buzzer sounded on the washing machine. “Oh!” Rowan said. “That’s my clothes. I’ll toss them in the dryer so you can use the machine.”

She hopped to her feet lightly and began to shovel clothes from the washer to the dryer; once she had her back to him, Will rapidly gave up all pretense of not staring despite his best efforts. It wasn’t that he normally ogled women he’d just met, but she was standing right in front of him like she’d stepped out of his fantasies, her ass flexing as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other in a way that he absolutely could not ignore. She had an absolutely amazing ass, and those panties she wore outlined it perfectly…Will shifted position, crossing his legs. The last thing he wanted was for her to turn around and notice that he’d sprung an erection.

“All done!” she said, turning around and snapping Will out of his reverie. “The washer’s all yours.” Will stood up, hoping his boner wasn’t too obvious, and began to sort out the dark clothes and dump them in the washer.

“As I was saying,” Rowan said, sitting back down, “the people-watching is the part I love about washing clothes. You can learn nearly everything about someone just from doing a little laundry with them and Türk porno observing. It’s like their clothes tell you all their secrets. Take you, for instance.”

“Me?” Will said nervously. He didn’t think there was much of anything to learn from the way he did laundry, except perhaps that he was doing laundry at midnight on a Friday night instead of going out and doing something fun. Which was something he really hoped Rowan wouldn’t point out.

“Sure,” Rowan replied. “For instance, that shirt you just tossed in the washer said, ‘Bad Wolf’. The shirt before that read, ‘Han Shot First’…and I see a Blue Sun t-shirt in there, a Banzai Institute shirt, an ‘I Roll Twenties’ shirt, and the one about ‘English doesn’t borrow from other languages, English follows other languages down dark alleys, knocks them over and goes through their pockets for loose grammar.’ You know what all that tells me?”

Will’s heart sank. This was going to be it, the moment where the beautiful woman started making fun of him. “That I’m a geek,” he said dolefully.

“That you’re a fan of science fiction and fantasy, and not ashamed to show it. Yes, the word ‘geek’ sums that up, but I like a guy who shows his geek pride.” Will blinked. Had he actually heard that correctly? Was he maybe inhaling too much fabric softener or something?

His surprise must have been obvious, because Rowan immediately commented on it. “No, I do! Geek guys tend to be intelligent and imaginative, which are great qualities to look for in a man. And you’ve got a lot of different T-shirts, some of them really obscure, which tells me that you’re widely read and open to new ideas and influences. That’s something I really admire.”

Will blushed all over again, but for entirely different reasons. He wasn’t very good at accepting compliments; he’d never had a lot of opportunities growing up. “Thanks,” he mumbled as he tossed in the last of his clothes, added detergent and closed the lid.

“And you brought a book with you,” Rowan continued as he put his coins in the slot and pushed them in, starting the washer going. She reached into the laundry basket and pulled it out. “‘Devil In the White City’. Interesting choice–non-fiction, historical…so you’re a geek, but you’re willing to broaden your mind a bit beyond just reading ‘Star Wars’ books.” She tossed the book back in the basket and smiled, her eyes sparkling. “So how am I doing so far?”

Will felt his blush spreading all over his face as he sat down. He could tell she was flirting with him–even someone as socially dense as him could pick up signals this obvious–but he didn’t know how to respond. This simply didn’t happen, not to skinny little guys like him. “Um, well…pretty good, so far.” He half-way thought this was a prank of some sort, something one of his friends had put Rowan up to, but none of his friends knew a woman like Rowan well enough to get her to do something like this. “But I mean, that’s not exactly Sherlock Holmes stuff, is it? Looking at my Buffy shirt and figuring out I’m geeky?” Mentally, he winced at the way his mouth had run ahead of his brain. Smooth move, he told himself. She’s flirting with you, and you go and insult her.

“Oh, it gets better,” Rowan said, stretching out a bit on the bench. “You’ve got the whites still sitting in the basket, and those show stains better than the darks do. Quite a few food stains in there.” Will winced physically as well as mentally, preparing for the conversation’s inevitable turn into humiliation. “But you’re generally well-groomed and clean right now–another plus for a woman, by the way–so it’s clearly not that you’re a slob. No, I’m guessing those stains come from reading while you eat.”

Fear of potential humiliation began to fade into intrigue. Will had to admit it, that was kind of an impressive deduction. “Guilty as charged,” he said with a slightly rueful smile.

“And not just reading while you eat,” Rowan continued, “but getting so into the book that you don’t notice the spill right away. I’d guess that you’re imaginative and focused, Will. You allow yourself to slip into a state where the book seems more real to you than the world around you. That’s something I really like–I’m starting to feel like I was very lucky to bump into you.”

Will felt a warm, happy feeling filling up his chest all the way up to his eyes. She was into him! She really liked him! This was so unbelievably amazing that he wanted to shout for joy, but he tried not to get doofy about it. “I guess you’re right,” he said, trying to stay calm while not acting so nonchalant that she thought he wasn’t interested in him. “You can learn a lot from someone’s laundry basket.”

“Oh, it’s not just the basket,” Rowan said, leaning forward a bit. “For example, just sitting her talking to you, I can tell you’re not gay.” Will followed her gaze, and swallowed hard when he realized that she was looking at the bulge in his jeans. “Don’t worry,” she said, cutting off his apologies before they could Türkçe alt yazılı porno even begin. “I don’t mind at all. I’m actually quite flattered; a hard cock is the most direct compliment a woman can get, really.”

She shifted position again, closing the gap between them. “So you’re intelligent, well-groomed, polite–after all, I’m sitting here in my bra and panties, and you’re clearly turned on by it, but you’ve been nothing but a gentleman about the whole thing. You’ve even tried to avoid staring.” She chuckled at his startled reaction. “Oh, yes, Will. Women always notice. Don’t feel bad–I can tell the difference between an involuntary gape and treating me like a piece of meat.” She leaned even closer to him. This close, he could smell her perfume over the scents of detergent and fabric softener. “You’re cute, and it even looks like a nice cock underneath those pants. All in all, you seem like a great catch. So why are you so lonely, Will?”

Will looked away quickly. “I’m not,” he said. “I just…I haven’t met the right girl yet, is all. But I’m not lonely. I’ve got plenty of good friends, and I don’t even know if I’ve got time for a relationship right now.” All the usual excuses flowed easily from his lips as easily as they did to his family and friends, but they felt more hollow than ever.

“Will, remember how I said you could tell a lot about someone from their laundry?” Rowan asked. “The stains on those socks are pretty distinctive. Ditto with the towels. You’ve been spending a lot of nights with nothing but yourself for company, Will.”

Will stood up abruptly. “I, um…I think I should go,” he said quickly, his voice cracking in embarrassment. “I’ll be back in a little bit, I just need to–“

Rowan reached up and put her hand on his arm. It felt warm to the touch. “It’s all right, Will,” she said. “You don’t need to be ashamed. It’s not a bad thing to stroke yourself. Some of the best sex I’ve ever had has involved just watching my lover stroke his cock.” She gently tugged him back down to his seat as she spoke, and despite his embarrassment, Will found himself going along with it. He had to admit, he wanted to hear more of the compelling mental picture she was painting with her words.

“There’s something so sexy about it,” she continued, “seeing that look on a man’s face and knowing he’s drinking you in with his eyes, knowing that just the sight of you is giving him a raging erection that he can’t control.” She brushed against him lightly as he sat back down, the silk of her bra brushing against his bare arm and her erect nipple rubbing against his skin for an all-too-brief moment. “Watching his hand pump up…and down…on his cock, seeing his balls tighten, knowing that he can’t help himself, he has to stroke…you don’t have to feel bad about masturbation, Will. Jacking off is sexy. I only wanted to know why you don’t have someone to help you do it.”

Will was surprised at how distant his voice sounded. Between the throbbing in his cock, the mental images Rowan had supplied him with, and the shock at the turn the conversation had taken, he felt sort of lost inside his own head. Maybe that was why the truth just slipped out so easily. “I just…can’t believe a girl would like me,” he said. “I’m skinny, and I’m short, and I’m geeky, and I’m boring, and…as soon as I look at a pretty girl I freeze. I don’t know how to tell if they really like me or not. And it’s safer to be lonely than humiliated.”

“I understand,” Rowan said, stroking his arm. “You’re afraid of rejection.” Will nodded, sagging slightly in relief at the knowledge that she knew how he felt. “What you need is a woman who’s aggressive, Will. Someone who’s not afraid to tell you what she wants, instead of waiting for you to tell her. A woman who’s willing to take charge. Have you thought about that, Will?”

“I…yes…” He hadn’t, not exactly, but he was thinking about it right now. He was thinking very vividly about Rowan taking charge and being sexually aggressive, and his cock was pounding so hard that it seemed to be cutting off some of the oxygen to his brain.

“Yes, I know you have. Maybe some of those times you stroked yourself, you thought about a woman who was powerful, willing to take control. It’d be so much easier, then. You’d be able to relax completely, knowing that you were sexy…and desirable…and loved…and letting her guide things.” Rowan leaned heavily against him now, her body warm against his. She had her hand on his inner thigh, not moving, but potent by its mere presence so close to his cock. “You played with yourself, and maybe you imagined a woman like me watching you, telling you to stroke, commanding you to pump that dick into your fist, and that’s so hot, isn’t it, Will?”

Will let out a long, shuddery sigh. “Uh-huh…” he said. The words she spoke seemed somehow more real than the room around them, and he felt light-headed with arousal.

“Yes, it’s so easy to imagine these things porno when I suggest them, isn’t it? I’m even taking charge of your imagination, Will, and it feels good to–” A loud buzzer interrupted Rowan’s speech mid-sentence. “Crap!” she said, jumping slightly in surprise. “Sorry, that’s my other load done. Let me just take a moment and put in another.”

Will nodded, still a little too dazed to really say much. He felt like they’d been close to…something, he didn’t know quite what. Some sort of powerful understanding. He mulled over her words in his head, shivering as he remembered how fuzzy everything had gone with arousal, and how fuzzy it still seemed even as she got up and began to move clothes from the washer to the dryer.

“So you’re starting to see what I mean about the laundry room being a great place to meet people, I hope,” Rowan said mischievously as she dragged armfuls of clothes out of the washer. “It makes me glad that this is one of the few chores I don’t make my pets do.”

Will blinked in confusion. “Pets?” he asked. “Your dog does laundry?”

Rowan laughed. “No, no,” she said. “I keep people as pets, Will.” Before he could even get past the shock and figure out how he felt about that statement, Rowan pressed on. “People who like it when someone else takes control, whether for a few hours a day or all the time. People who enjoy that erotic sensation of relaxing their will and letting someone else do all the thinking. People like you.”

Will shook his head. “I don’t–I mean, I never–“

“Oh, I’m sure you didn’t know that was what you wanted, Will. A lot of my pets didn’t at first.” She started the dryer, and began to put another load of clothing into the washer. “But once they found out how much fun it was, how sexy it was to let themselves be controlled…you remember, don’t you, Will? Just think back to a few minutes ago, relaxing into my touch and my words. Imagine feeling that nice all the time, Will, whether it’s during sex, washing dishes, or even doing nothing at all. Imagine always feeling that pleasure, Will. Imagine sinking into it, losing yourself in it.”

Will was having a hard time doing anything else–his cock still felt rock-hard inside his pants, and watching Rowan bounce as she moved back and forth from her laundry basket on the floor to the washer wasn’t helping. “But–but if you’ve already got pets, then–“

Rowan smiled winsomely at him. “I’ve got room for another, Will. And you don’t know how much fun we can have until you try. Haven’t you noticed what kind of laundry I’m doing?”

Will looked as Rowan put her last armful of clothes in the washer. Her hands were filled with panties, bras, slips, nightgowns, and a few items of clothing he’d only ever seen in porno magazines. “And they’re all dirty,” she said, adding detergent. “They get dirty so quick living in an apartment with such horny pets–that’s why I came down here so late, I realized I’d totally run out of clean underwear. I have to change panties three times a day, sometimes. They get so wet when I’m playing with my pets…oh! That reminds me!” She reached around and unhooked her bra, dropping it into the washing machine with the rest of the underthings. “Got to make sure everything gets clean.”

Her tits swung freely now, and Will couldn’t look away from them. It was like they had magnets attracting his eyes and tugging at his cock. When she pulled off her panties, too, he felt almost like he was going to cum in his jeans. Her pussy glistened slightly with moisture as she picked her panties up from the floor. “See?” she said. “These are already damp just from talking to you.”

Will’s eyes locked onto them as they dangled from her finger, swaying slightly. “Here,” she said, stepping back over to the bench. “It’s easier to tell close up. This close, you don’t just see it, you can smell how aroused I got–how aroused I’m getting, right now.”

Will inhaled involuntarily, taking a deep breath of Rowan’s musky scent. “See, Will?” Rowan said. “It’s very easy for you to follow suggestions. You’re imaginative and focused, and when I suggest something, it’s very easy for you to imagine it, and focus it, and make it the center of your mind. And it feels good, Will. It feels so good to listen to my words, to follow my suggestions, to let me command while you just…obey.” Something about the way she purred out that last word made Will melt inside. His whole mind went warm and liquid, while his cock stayed hard.

“Breathe deeply, Will,” Rowan said, holding the panties right up to his face. “It’s almost like it’s a drug; a sexy, sleepy scent that makes you horny and dizzy, like every breath makes it harder and harder to resist my words.” Will knew it wasn’t actually true, but she’d told him how easy it would be to imagine the things she said so vividly that they’d seem true, and it was hard to figure out the difference between something that seemed true and something that really was true when he was this horny and dizzy and sleepy.

“Very good, Will,” Rowan said, watching his eyelids flutter. She gently pushed him back until he was lying on the bench, then set the panties down on his face. “Breathing in my sexy scent has already left your body too heavy to move. You can’t possibly move, so you can’t pull those panties off, so you’re helpless to avoid breathing in more of my scent and sinking deeper…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter 1: Population Explosion. The New Authority vowed that Earth 2.0 would not repeat the same mistakes made by planet earth. The comparatively small human population that survived the nuclear apocalypse would be more cautious, more conservative, and more traditional.

It is now the year 2095. The population of the new earth is approaching 18 million people. A far cry from the 72 billion that it reached at its peak, just before the apocalypse. More than 99.9% of the population perished during that horrible period.

The government is now referred to as the New Authority, and as part of its public education mandate, it outlines for all citizens how and why over-population occurred. This intelligence is intended to help society understand why decisions are made the way they are. Government officials provided the following chronological summary of milestones that led up to the apocalypse.

In the year 2035, all sexually transmitted diseases were eradicated. It was heralded as wonderful news at the time, and it was. Historical diseases like AIDS, herpes, chlamydia were completely gone. Sexual freedom blossomed in the wake of this.

By the year 2040, people were finally rid of sexual and racial prejudices. Whether you were gay, straight, or bisexual, it didn’t matter. Fetishes were no longer frowned upon. Declaring that you were dominant, submissive, or any fetish was as harmless as declaring an interest in golf, art or music. The first openly transgender American President easily won two terms.

One by one, the cancers were all cured. Breast, colon, pancreatic, prostate, and lung cancers were cured much earlier – while brain and skin cancers took a little longer, before they too were done away with, once and for all. Other common diseases, such as Alzheimer’s, Diabetes, and kidney disease were also cured, along with major advances in heart disease. This changed the average life expectancy, which rose to over 100 years old.

With this new health, women remained fertile longer. Menopause routinely started between ages 55 and 70. It was no surprise then that the population of the earth soared. Ten billion was reached before 2025, fifty billion by 2070.

The New Authority also outlined a parallel phenomenon that contributed to the earth’s near demise. It was the proliferation of advanced automation and robotics. Initially, automation revolutionized the automobile industry, and other manufacturing. By the year 2030, society was intimately familiar with big factories where robotics handled almost everything, completely replacing human workers. By 2050, these machines began to be used on the farms. Robotic arms were stored under the soil until the oranges, or grapes or any fruit or vegetable were ready to harvest. With visual sensors, these robotic arms plucked the ripe fruit flawlessly, placing it gently on conveyor belts. Farm workers became a thing of the past. As did taxi and truck drivers, which were replaced by sophisticated self-driving vehicles. The food service industry also experienced complete upheaval. Big Macs and Whoppers were made by delicate robotic machines, and payment handled by face recognition software, eliminating the need for cashiers. Earth celebrated this new efficiency. Over a fifty year period, the work week went from forty hours per week to twenty-five, then down to fifteen, and finally down to four.

These changes combined, resulted in a completely new world. Ten times the population, with no sexual diseases, and in fact, total sexual freedom. Moreover, with a four hour work week, people had all the idle time they wanted. Every night was Friday night. Planet earth turned into a massive fuck fest. Then the population really exploded.

Chapter 2: The Apocalypse. The New Authority often references the tipping point as the point where everything reversed and came crashing down. It is believed to have started in China where a major shortage of clean water occurred, followed by a severe food shortage. As the wealthiest country on the planet, China had no choice but to invade Australia. The United States and Great Britain came to Australia’s defense, which triggered conflict. Russia, then facing its own food and water shortage, invaded all of the previous Soviet Union countries. A global war ensued.

The first nuclear weapon was discharged in early 2090. Then it was a domino effect. Great fires swept the earth, triggering further nuclear explosions. It is estimated that on some days 100 million people were dying every minute. By the end of the devastation, a mere 18 million people remained.

The only areas of Earth 2.0 that are inhabitable now are along the west coast of what were formerly Canada and the United States. The New Authority decided to keep the historical city names of what are now the five largest and most populous cities: Vancouver, Seattle, San Francisco, Los Angeles, and San Diego. Not a soul lives more than 50 miles from the Pacific Ocean.

For the most part, people seem happy. Whereas for decades people talked about whether there Üvey porno was life on other planets, they now talk about whether there is human life on other parts of Earth 2.0. The rumors never cease. The most common myth is that there are one hundred thousand people living below ground in Manhattan. The radiation levels underground are low enough for survival. Severe radiation will cause instant death, however mild radiation will simply cause cancer. With cancer now curable, mild radiation is quite tolerable. In the pre-apocalyptic world, cancer-curing booths were all over a city as densely populated as Manhattan. Those same booths would now come in handy – assuming the rumors are even true, of course.

As far as media, the New Authority decided to regulate the internet for all the right reasons. Total freedom put too much control in the hands of the people. Without strict protocol, rebellious or ambitious citizens might communicate to form protests, or potentially spread anti-Authority messages. Therefore, all social media activity is very carefully monitored.

Television is very popular in this new world, with the Authority controlling every program produced and broadcast. Luckily many of the pre-Apocalyptic movies were stored digitally in Los Angeles, and those materials were not affected by the radiation. The five cities each share the same broadcast feeds.

The most popular program is called Live-Eye, which showcases real-time broadcasts of newsworthy events, sporting competitions, or important court proceedings. On occasion, a human interest story will capture the attention of the viewing public and become a ratings blockbuster.

Robotics is frowned upon in this new world. People need to stay busy. The New Authority mandated a forty hour work week back into law. Farms are once again harvested by people, not machines. Radiation from the apocalypse is kept at acceptable levels by a complex air and soil filtration system that rotates the various farms. Whereas it would have taken more than a decade for this to happen naturally, the system continually cleanses the air, water, and topsoil.

Sexual openness is now frowned upon. While not illegal, promiscuous people are viewed with scorn. After all, excessive sexual activity was one of the factors that lead to over-population. Women especially seem to be scrutinized more closely and judged more harshly. The old double standards returned. A whore is a shameless creature indeed. Public floggings and public punishments also returned. On occasion, these were broadcast on Live-Eye for everyone to see.

Chapter 3: Life. One bright summer morning Live-Eye was doing a segment called ‘A Day in the Life’ where they profile typical careers. Of course, the entire series was approved by the broadcast division of the New Authority. This particular episode was showing residents of Seattle going out to some nearby farms to help plant new apple tree seedlings. The filming itself was going to take place on the train, where a reporter named Timmy-John Carson and the cameraman were setting up, and would interview random workers as they boarded the train.

The third person to board the train was an exceptionally pretty blonde, with long curly hair, a pretty smile and modest clothes. Like many of the passengers, she wore shorts and a T-shirt, but only because of the weather. It was a hot and sunny day, and planting in the fields was going to be hard work, especially on a day such as this.

“Excuse me, TJ Carson from Live Eye here, what’s your name and how are you today?”

“I’m Lekia,” the pretty girl responded, “and I’m fine thanks.”

“Give us a sense of what a typical day is like for you, and what you might like or dislike as it relates to working in the farming fields,” the reporter continued.

The girl started to answer, and it was in point of fact, a good and articulate answer. However, the slight nervousness and excitement of the moment had another effect on her. As she started to speak with the bright light of the camera illuminating her, her nipples began to harden. The thin T-shirt didn’t help, and soon her nipples were practically poking through the material.

TJ kept the interview going. His instincts as a reporter were good. He knew she would create quite a stir when the segment aired. First, her answers were interesting and well considered. Secondly, she was stunningly beautiful. And third, her nipples alone were a beacon for attention. TJ’s comment ended with a rather inadvertent comment:

“Thanks Lekia. You made a couple of good points there.”

The segment aired live during the day, and then again as a re-run in the evenings. Soon, social media channels lit up with discussion. The segment was creating quite the stir. Lekia’s nipples and TJ’s quip caused a viral video sensation. By midnight a million people had seen it. By the end of the weekend, more than ten million people had viewed it – over half of the population of Earth 2.0.

The New Authority wasn’t pleased. porno izle In a society that was attempting to repress sexual freedom and sexual promiscuity, this kind of grassroots civil naughtiness wasn’t welcome. At the same time, the girl had done nothing to warrant arrest. She was not nude, nor had she broken any laws. If anything, she was well-spoken and very respectful with her answers. She was simply on her way to work, minding her own business. It was unfair to blame her or hold her accountable.

Chapter 4: A Media Storm. Immediate secret meetings were held at the government offices in each of the five cities, and then conference calls among them to discuss what, if anything should be done.

Lekia Biggs was completely unprepared for the onslaught of attention. Her smart phone was flooded with calls, as was her email. She was temporarily suspended from work with a paid leave of absence, at least until the scrutiny died down. Her beauty had always garnered attention from men, but Lekia was suddenly thrust into the media spotlight, becoming an immediate sensation. No girl could have been prepared for this.

The New Authority’s initial reaction was to let the story run its course, assuming it would fade away. On Earth 2.0, just as was the case with earth, the ’15 minutes of fame’ theory was alive and well. However, things did not exactly go according to plan. Rather than fade away, the story gained more traction as it sparked debate: was this girl a promiscuous tease with her protruding nipples that seemed to scream for attention, or was she completely innocent and being unfairly judged? The debate became polarizing, with the end of the story suddenly seeming nowhere in sight.

The New Authority, acting on advice from executives at the television network, decided to try a new tactic. They decided to put Lekia on television for a prime-time interview. Surely, everyone would see that she is normal and boring. In fact, they would ensure it. They would dress her in conservative clothing, put very little make up on her, hair in a ponytail, and a thick padded bra to ensure those hyperactive nipples stayed well in check. It was the ‘dispel the myth’ theory. She’d come across as a big yawn, and things would return to normal in the five cities.

Lekia was picked up by a police escort at her hotel in Seattle. She had been moved there when the media hype became too much. From there she boarded a heliplane, and with the agility of a helicopter and the speed of an airplane, the heliplane taxied her to the studio in Los Angeles in less than two hours. In the green room, the professionals took over. They needed to make her look as ‘plain Jane’ as possible, dressing her in an off-white blouse, with beige pants. The bra she was made to wear was thick indeed. They rehearsed her to come across as humble and respectful. They told her to answer all questions honestly, but not respond with anything too provocative. Mock interview questions were asked, to help set her at ease. It was also decided in advance that they would not ask her anything about her past relationships, or anything overtly sexual.

The interviewer was none other than TJ Simpson, one of the most senior and respected journalists on the network. On the verge of retirement, he was the perfect choice: no one had more experience.

“Welcome Lekia. As you know, you’ve been quite the media sensation. Why don’t we start by having you tell us more about who you are? Tell us, who is the real Lekia Biggs?”

Lekia had practiced this question in the mock interview. She talked briefly about growing up just outside Seattle, attending local schools, and happy to be a law-abiding and productive member of society. It was boring as hell. Which is exactly what the New Authority hoped it would be. The first part of the interview was going according to plan. TJ however had an agenda. After years of being considered a predictable host, he decided to go out with a bang. He wanted to ask the big money question:

“So tell me Lekia, your body seemed to respond during that now infamous media clip. Why did you react in that way?”

The poor girl was appalled by the question. She blushed deeply. This question had not been asked in the mock interviews. She was very much aware that she was being viewed live on network TV when she delivered her answer:

“Oh, I don’t know. It’s just something that happens. I can’t control it, really. It happens at times.”

“At what times, Lekia?”

She paused. The bright lights of the studio cameras shone brightly onto her face. She was nervous and apprehensive, but she had to say something. In retrospect, she should have answered ‘no comment,’ but the poor girl did not have enough media training to know such a thing.

“I guess when I’m excited. When I feel a thrill, it happens to me. I’ve always been like that.”

To make matters worse, regardless of the thickness of the bra that had been provided to her, there they were again. Those misbehaving nipples had stiffened to Asyalı porno the point where they were visible. It was as if someone had placed two darts under her bra.

Chapter 5. Caught on Film. Any hope that the media frenzy would end anytime soon was gone. The social media channels exploded again, with this new revelation causing an even bigger stir. The executive council at the New Authority was livid. Their ploy had backfired. They immediately gave instructions to the police to arrest both TJ and Lekia for civil disobedience. The pair was taken into custody. For now, each of them were taken to separate locations. Lekia was taken to a special holding unit, not at the official area jail, but instead at the police station itself. They asked her a few questions in an attempt to uncover whether the interview was sabotaged intentionally, or a genuine mistake. She swore none of it was premeditated. Nevertheless, she was remanded in custody until an appropriate interrogation could take place with officials of the New Authority.

That night, well after midnight, a worried and anxious Lekia tried to fall asleep in the strange room. The windows were secured shut. It was hot and humid. The pillow was stiff and smelled musty. Do they change the sheets each night? She longed for her bed. How could this be happening? Had Earth 2.0 gone insane? How did she go from the comfort of her home near Seattle to this? Less than a week ago, none of this nightmare had even started. She wished she could turn back the clock, but it was too late for that. In the morning, she would explain to the New Authority that her answers were simply naïve stupidity, and with a profound apology, they’d surely forgive her. Then, eventually the media attention would die down, and things could return to normal.

She tossed and turned on the hard mattress. They had given her access to her suitcase only to retrieve a nightie and supplied her with a knee-length cotton robe. To her chagrin, the only sleepwear she packed was a sexy baby doll number, hot pink and low cut. Once she had changed into it, they took away the remainder of her clothing and all of her personal belongings. The only blanket they had provided was thick itchy wool, and it was much too hot for that. She curled it up instead and hugged it, trying in vain to fall asleep. It was pitch black in the room. Scary black. She turned the small lamp on. It felt weird to sleep in a lit room, but at least it wasn’t as creepy.

More than an hour later, sleep still eluded the poor girl. She tossed and turned. Unbeknown to innocent Lekia, she was being watched via security cameras by two on-guard duty officers. They were in another room, doing what they did any time a pretty female prisoner was in there: making an illegal digital recording of it. More than one security camera was installed for optimum viewing. Lekia was completely inexperienced with jails or police stations and assumed she had complete privacy.

What could Lekia do, but what she did on other sleepless nights? Her hands started to wander. She needed what she used to jokingly refer to as a ‘sleeping pill.’ There were countless nights when Lekia had given herself a quick little orgasm in the privacy of her own bed. The aftermath would relax her. ‘No one is watching me’ she thought. She untied the bow on the front of her baby doll nightie, and her breasts were now fully exposed. Her left hand began to pull and tug on her nipples, as her right hand travelled down her torso until she found the soft folds of her pussy. She ran her fingertip along the slit. There was a tiny bit of moisture there, as always. She dipped her middle finger inside, gathered some of the wetness and then brought her finger up to the nub, drawing small circles all around it. Her mind wandered as it always did when her fingers were busy. Soon with one hand she was pulling and twisting her own nipples, only stopping to squeeze her own breasts. It was as if she was punishing them for being such troublemakers.

With her other hand, her practiced fingers were now rubbing an increasingly wet cunt. She lifted her knees, spreading her legs, and giving the hidden ceiling camera an unobstructed view of her honey pot. Two fingers were now rubbing directly on the clit, and soon, she was trembling and shaking as an orgasm rocked through her body. She caught her breath momentarily, smelling and then licking her fingers clean. Lekia was no stranger to the sweet scent and taste of herself after such a moment.

One orgasm wasn’t enough for her, so she wondered if another might do the trick. Turning over onto her front, she pulled her knees up under herself, and spread her legs. Lifting her tits up off of the scratchy blanket, she swayed them back and forth. Her nipples were teased over and over again by the rough, prickly wool. She maneuvered her ass up into the air as her fingers travelled down to penetrate her needy pussy a second time; all the while stimulating her nipples with the blanket. Inserting two fingers into her hole, she circled her vagina while the palm of her hand pressed on her clit. She squeezed her whole cunt and moved her fingers to circle her clit, around and around. Faster and faster. It was dripping pussy juice as she brought herself off a second time. Familiar thoughts running through her mind: Mmmm, yes…feels so good, yes!

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