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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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I woke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good morning” she says “Coffee please.”

“You smell wonderful” I reply.

She pushes my side and giggles”Pleeese?”

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

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

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

“We need a shower” she said.

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

“Come on” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good I’ll make dinner for 8?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No when we come back”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s happened” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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It had been a month since I went to the Club Blue and had my fun, work had gotten the better of my and I saw less and less of Roxxana. Everything seemed to have gotten back to normal. I dreamt of dark rooms, stranger pussies and mouths tormenting me, using me.

I would be fast asleep, and suddenly feel a hand stroking my cock lightly. Feel warm breath on my stomach and hair lightly dragging down to my crotch. My cock welcomed the warmth as it slid in a warm wet mouth, teeth gently raking my skin. I would feel warm soft hands on my balls, massaging as my cock was swished around and around by a warm wet tongue.

The smell of sex, passion, and pussy would waft to me in the darkness. My hands, taken and bound; I would feel the warmth on my palms as a wet pussy would sit just before my hand, forcing my fingers inside. Suddenly, I felt the pressure of someone placing their knees and either side of my head as they maneuvered their pussy just above my mouth. My tongue would reach out, daring to feel for their throbbing clit in the darkness. Tasting her wetness, I would lap at her labia, feeling her shudder against my mouth.

My cock would explode, sending white cream off into the darkness. Orgasmic bliss surrounded me, engulfing me in its warmth, again…the smell of vanilla. I loved being used, just like that; being the toy for some woman’s personal pleasure.

In the morning, I would wake with a smile on my face. Penis hard and begging for action, but smiling. Masturbation in the shower became a regular practice; sometimes I wouldn’t even make it to the shower. Standing in my bedroom at the foot of my bed, cock in hand imagining Roxxana…

Bent over my bed, begging to be fucked, a blue blindfold tied neatly around her head. Bare-naked, I could see her hard nipples, see her glistening pussy, and hear her shallow breaths as she waited to be taken from behind. I enjoyed teasing her, running my finger lightly along her shoulder blade, digging my nail in as I scratched down her spine ending at her perfect little ass crack. She would shiver as I blew warm air on the nape of her neck, letting my cock throb against her side.

Her hips bucked, begging to be penetrated her pussy would drip. My warm tongue would gently tease her as I bent over tasting her moisture. Suddenly, racing up along her slit and running one circle around hr tight asshole. She would moan, pushing back on my face, horniness turning into animalistic craving.

Finally, I would get along behind her, cock in hand and forcefully shove it deep into her dripping snatch. Her juices would explode as I buried my cock deep inside her, running down both of our legs. Her moans, her screams of passion would resonate throughout the apartment as my hand came down loudly clapping her ass cheek. With each spank she would get even louder. My hand grabbed at her hair, yanking her head back, her torso colliding with mine as my other hand reached around to grasp her perfectly perky breast. I would twist and pinch her nipple, some strange dominance coming from me I new existed.

Eventually, my hand would migrate down to her clit, teasing her as I thrusted my hard cock deeper and deeper inside Roxxana. Pushing her forward, I repositioned my cock, sinking it into her wet, tight asshole, pulling her body back up. As my balls slapped her thighs, she flexed her muscles loving ever moment of it. I buried my fingers deep in her pussy as I pulled her wide open with my other hand.

As she came closer and closer to orgasm, I would suddenly push her down on the bed, stroking my cock over her I would shoot my load all over her legs and ass. She would lie silently, still, as I stood up from the bed and walked out of the room. After my shower, I would return to my room, finding it empty just as it was when I left.

I returned home for holidays, it was my first Christmas since moving out of the states. Minnesota was cold, with a -30º wind-chill. I visited family and old friends, many of them commenting how different I seemed. I couldn’t explain it; I hadn’t changed that much in my own mind.

One day while at a bar with friends, I happened upon an old crush from high school. She hadn’t changed much, still looked hot as ever. She was clearly drunk, and acting like a slut all over the bar, dancing on tabled, grinding against anyone and everyone. As I sat there watching, sitting at the table with two of my best friends, she made her way over to us. She pulled my chair out from under the table and began giving me a lap dance.

“Kaitlin, what are you doing?” I asked politely.

“What, are you gay?’ She asked, standing up for a moment. “You don’t feel gay, I’d say ten inches?” She smiled, grinding down on me.

“Well why don’t you let me show you,” I demanded evilly. She didn’t need very long to think about it, flying out of my lap she ran to grab her purse and returned seconds later.

I left my friends at the bar, driving Kaitlin to her apartment. As we entered the front door she unzipped her pants, leaving her silver stilettos on as she clicked across the hardwood floor.

“Are you going Sikiş to show me or what?” She asked drunkenly from the door to her bedroom. I followed quickly, throwing off my shoes on the way. “Mmm John, I have to tell you…back in high school you were always more of a mousy nerd, I wish you were more like this. I probably would have fucked you then,” she smiled sultrily.

She bent over her bed, tugging at her black thong as she exposed her pussy from between her legs.

“Take your shirt off,” I demanded walking to her. I ripped the shirt from her shoulders as she struggled to get it off, exposing her huge tits. They bounced as I threw her down against the bed. She looked up at me, surprised by my newfound dominance.

“Mmm, baby, I love it when you talk so dirty to me,” she smiled, lying on her back. She started to tease her pussy, pulling her thong tight, it slid between her labia pronouncing her hard clit.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I grinned, “but you are going to have to get my interested first.” I demanded looking down at my stiff penis. She sat up on the bed, scooting to the edge of the bed. She unzipped my pants, and pushed them down to my ankles as she pulled my throbbing penis from my boxers.

“Shaved?” She asked surprised. I had decided to shave ever since the fun with Roxxana. “You’re so fucking huge,” she drooled, contemplating how she was going to fit me in her mouth, finally just deciding to do it. I leaned back as she slid my head into her warm mouth, her fingers gently massaging my balls. The veins in my cock throbbed and thickened with every stroke she took, taking even more and more until half my cock was in her mouth, my hands reaching down to play with her breasts as she sucked.

I pushed her back, tits bouncing as her back hit the bed. Her legs fell perfectly open as she looked up at me innocently. I reached down, ripping her thong from her body, smiling as I heard it tear. The smell of her pussy was intoxicating. This was something I had always wanted, but never dared to go for. She moved up on the bed as I got into position. Lying before her, my tongue slowly began to probe along her thigh, in search of this invigorating scent, like a snake searching for a mouse in the desert.

She shuddered and gasped with each lick, with each caress I moved closer and closer. As I reached her pussy, my left hand reached up between her legs extending my index finger as I licked along her slit. Just as I reached her clit, sucking it into my mouth my finger plunged into her asshole. She moaned and quivered as I licked and sucked. Her pussy exploding and dripping from my lashing, her hands grabbed at my back pulling me in harder.

I sat up, throbbing cock hungry for the taste of her juices. Picking her up and throwing her down on her stomach like she was a rag doll I positioned her ass perfectly. Sliding in behind her, my cock licked at her pussy, rubbing in her juices as they drizzled down her inner thigh as she stood on her knees. I pushed her down onto all fours as I pulled my cock up in my hand, thrusting it just high enough to rub her clit. She screamed and shivered as I thrusted softly, grabbing my thigh with her cold hand.

I pulled back and bore down burying my cock in her waiting pussy, as it lay open for me. The sound of it was enough to make me smile, as my cock sunk into her wet pussy she cried out my name, falling onto her breasts. I held onto her waist keeping her in position. As I thrusted harder and harder she screamed louder and louder, grabbing at the bed sheets and squeezing me from within, her tight pussy was creating a vacuum as I thrusted deeper and deeper.

Flipping her onto her back, I pulled her up putting her thighs against my chest as I thrusted my thick cock into her. Feeling her g-spot rub against my shaft as I slowly shoved my cock deeper and deeper inside her tight snatch. She moaned and screamed, and fought against me as I forced her closer and closer to cumming. Finally, she flung back against the bed, convulsing in strong orgasmic pleasure. Her pussy squirted and spurted as she bounced on the bed, her breasts giggling with every movement.

Sitting up, she took my cock in her mouth, sucking and licking it. She smiled tasting her juices as she massaged my shaft. I pulled my cock out as I shot my load on her face. Watching as her surprised face as my cum ran down her chin, dripping onto her bare breasts. She smiled as she laid back in the bed, happy we had done it. She drifted off to sleep, I looked back…in disbelief I had finally done it. Then walked out the door, leaving her naked and alone.

I returned to Amsterdam after the holidays, nothing much had changed there. Work was still work. Roxxana seemed happy and chipper as always. Walking around with her office suit, hiding how much of a sexual freak she truly was with her innocent façade.

“How was your holiday?” She smiled, pulling her head out of the fridge, a blue Tupperware container in hand.

“Pretty uneventful,” I lied. If only she knew the truth. “How about you?” Tecavüz porno I smiled, wondering how freaky she really got.

“Oh, I went to a fun little retreat with some friends. Have you ever been?”

“To a retreat? No, not in Europe anyway,” I smiled, curious as to what kind of activity she was actually talking about…

Walking around the bar, Roxxana looked around seeing masked man after masked man, wondering…hoping one of them was her friend from before. She couldn’t keep her gaze from all of their swollen peckers, as she walked around noticing all the beautiful men and women, just wanting to be fucked once!

Walking into the bathroom, Roxxana stood in the mirror, primping herself. Checking out her breasts, rubbing her wet clit for just a second. All the sexual tension was driving her wild. Suddenly, something caught her eye in the mirror. Behind her on the wall was a small hole. Walking over to it, Roxxana got down on her knees peering through it she found a room full of gyrating bodies; men and women all participating in sweaty, sexy, orgasmic bliss. Suddenly, someone stood on the other side of the hole. Roxxana watched as a man shoved his hard throbbing cock through the hole.

She looked down, strangely turned on by his penis. She licked it gently, teasing him. Watching as it throbbed, Roxxana wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking it slowly. She dripped some spit into his shaft, lubricating his massage. She bent over, sucking his head into her mouth as her fingers migrated to her pussy, feeling her wet and hard clit. Deep throating his cock, Roxxana felt as he struggled against the wall, quickly coming closer and closer to orgasm.

With a few more tugs, she pulled back watching with excitement as the strange man exploded; his cock shooting its load all over her as she leaned back fingering herself wildly. Roxxana stood up, taking a few moments to compose herself. She looked in the mirror, smiling at her horny naked reflection, then walked out of the bathroom.

***

During the day, I had been fixing a bunch of computers. Apparently, somebody decided to get a virus before we all left for vacation and during the break all the computers were infected. So I sent out a server-wide message asking everyone to schedule a time for me to check their computer out. I was excited when I got Roxxana’s response.

As I walked into her office, she eyed me from behind her desk, smiling widely.

“I’m leaving early today, so I figured you could have a look at my computer. It’s been acting kinda funny,” she smiled sheepishly. “I wonder if someone was searching porn or something.”

“You know, having looked through so many of the computers in the building, I wonder HOW people get this much porn on their computers. There are some definite freaks in the building,” I smiled comfortingly. She blushed and looked down at her feet, silently. “Don’t worry, I’m sure it’s just a small bug. Probably something from an email or something like that. I’ll have you fixed up by tomorrow morning. Ok?”

She smiled, leaning in she kissed my cheek. “I don’t know what the company would do without you,” she smiled again, leaning back. The scent of vanilla caught my nose, dragging me after her. “I’m off now, I have an appointment to get my hair done. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she smiled, and ran off.

I sat down to her computer, remembering that night that now seemed so long ago. Right here was where she masturbated so many times. I wondered how many times she had done it since then. As I dug through her files I found something very interesting. A posting she had made to craigslist…

Looking for a great time, I am a young blond woman who is up for anything, the freakier the better. Anal, oral, BDSM, I like it all. Email me with a picture and we’ll set something up. But email quick, my schedule is filling up.

My cock raced to life as I read this. Thoughts and plans, I could really have fun with her. But how? After leaving work that night I stopped at a sex shop on the way, picking up a whip, lube, and some handcuffs. As I was sitting and the counter, the lady behind the counter smiling at me, a mask caught my eye. It was simple, but perfect; a simple black mask, wings reaching down to the chin it would cover most of my face but still allow me clearance to eat her sweet pussy. I bought it without hesitation.

As soon as I got home, I quickly took a few nude shots of myself in the mask. Checking them for perfection as I uploaded them to my computer. I did a simple focus trick and faded the background; it looked like a very nice professional nude, but of ME! I couldn’t believe it as my fingers flew to life, finding the listing and responding quickly. As I sat there at the computer, it took what seemed like hours for her to respond. It was quick and certain.

Come to my place, the front door will be open. I will be blind folded and naked. Tell the doorman you’re here to see Roxxana, he’ll take care of the rest. I’m waiting, don’t make me wait too long, please…I need you inside me.

I Travesti porno grabbed my bag of goodies and ran out the door. As my car flew down the road plans jumped into my mind. I was nervous, but so excited. I wanted to see that slutty side of her yet again. I yearned for it, to make her mine once more.

I pulled up to her apartment, surprised by how nice it really was. Though I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised, the company paid really well. As I walked up to the doorman, he smiled at me. Realizing I had my mask on, I went to take it off.

“Don’t worry, I know you’re here for Roxxana,” he smiled.

“You get this a lot, I suppose.” I laughed, nervously.

“Actually, you’re the first. She was just very clear what she was hoping for. Go right on up,” he held the door open for me.

As I walked through the lobby to the elevator, many people turned to eye me. I couldn’t blame them; if I had seen a strange man with a masquerade mask on I might be a little curious too. Standing in the elevator, I thought about what I would say to her, trying not to talk to much…by now I was sure she would recognize my voice.

The door was unlocked, as I pushed open her door the smell of vanilla wafted to my nose. My cock immediately rushed to life, throbbing against my leg. Checking my mask in the mirror, I put down my bag.

“Hello?” I called innocently.

“I’m in here,” I very different voice called to me. I turned quickly, surprised by the sultriness. Pulling my bag alongside me, I walked down her stone hallway. Finding her bedroom door wide open. “I hope you shut and locked the door after you, I wouldn’t want this to become a threesome.” She giggled.

“Yes you would,” I demanded, knowing how much of a slut she truly was.

“You’re right, but not tonight.” Lying bare in bed, she called up to me. Blindfolded she could not see what she was in for.

“Are you ready for a fun night?” I asked, grinning.

“I hope so,” her hand reached down to her bare pussy, teasing herself.

“You are such a dirty girl,” I watched with enjoyment as she rubbed at her clit. “But that won’t be allowed tonight,” I cracked the whip.

“Oh?” she grinned, pulling her pussy apart exposing her clit to the warm vanilla air that filled the room. I cracked the whip, this time on the bed next to her. She jumped in surprise. “I’m sorry!” She shouted. “I just got so horny waiting for you, blindfolded, and alone…naked.” She started to caress her body; my cock began pounding against my thigh.

CRACK! I snapped the whip on her thigh, leaving a bright pink mark.

“OUCH! What the fuck?!” She screamed.

“Now, are you ready. You will call me master. Take off your silly blind fold, see your master, know your master.” I demanded. She sheepishly pulled the blindfold from her eyes, afraid of what she might see. I stood before her, black tux, black masquerade mask, and whip.

“Yes master, I will obey,” she got up on her knees, shaking with fear.

“You are right to fear me,” I grinned. “But you will also know my pleasurable side. Prepare to know the most pleasure you have ever felt in your life.” I stepped closer to the bed. “You have a balcony, yes?” I demanded.

“Yes,” she looked down at my crotch; the bulge was clearly visible.

“Take me there,” I demanded, walking along behind her.

Her ass was perfect, gliding from side to side as she walked, her bare feet pattering on the floor. She left the lights off as we walked out into the cold dark night.

“I want you to fuck yourself,” I told her in the darkness. “I want to see you squirm as you start to cum. I want to HEAR you scream as you do cum,” I handed her a vibrator I had purchased, just for this occasion.

“Right here?” She asked, bashfully.

“You act like such a slut, yet you are truly such a prude. Tonight, I will bring out your true nature,” I cracked the whip one more time.

She took a seat on her patio chair, spreading her legs. Caressing her soft, warm body, she started to breathe shallowly eyes closed clearly imagining something.

“I want you to stand up,” I demanded. She did as I said very quickly. As she leaned against the railing, exposing her bottom to the world, I watched grinning evilly. Her feet started to quiver as she got more and more turned on. “Turn around,” I rushed to her, forcing her around pressing my hard cock to her ass.

She gasped, feeling the cold of the metal railing against her stomach. I pressed in harder; sure she could feel my penis as it throbbed against her butt cheek. I grabbed the vibrator from her hand, pulling it along behind her. I turned it on, feeling the vibration in my hand as I pushed it nearer and nearer to her body. Bending her over the railing, I reached down, running the vibrator between her legs. She quivered as it touched her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Digging in my pocket, I pulled out a small bottle of warming lube. I opened it with my teeth, and then drizzled it down her ass crack watching as it ran down reaching her asshole and continuing to her pussy. She continued rubbing, rubbing faster and faster. I heard her moan, the pleasure of her hand and now the warming lube was enough to take her over the edge. When suddenly, I sunk the vibrator in her waiting asshole her body shot straight up, pressing back against me she pushed the vibrator deeper inside herself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But we’ll go there and talk.”

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

I finished up in a flourish.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay, now get dressed.”

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

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

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

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

“Which means learning how to kiss.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was after six when she made her announcement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“All right.”

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

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

Suddenly I felt the dildo.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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It was raining when Keisha stopped by on her way home from university. I was whiling away the time watching an old episode of Mad Men.

‘God, it’s wet! My shoes are drowned,’ Keisha said.

‘Take them off,’ I suggested.

‘I have,’ she said. And then she saw what I was watching. ‘Ha! Mad Men. Can you believe that crap?’

‘I can,’ I said. ‘I was there.’

Keisha looked at the screen and shook her head. ‘Total fantasy. It couldn’t have really been like that. All the bosses are blokes. And all of the women are skivvies. Handmaidens. Bowing down at the feet of the self-important sharp-suited demigods.’

‘Yep. That’s pretty much the way it was,’ I said. ‘Back then.’

Keisha snorted. ‘Yeah, right.’

Keisha is my great-niece. She wasn’t born until the first week of the 21st century. For her, the late 60s may as well have been Ancient Greece. It was all long before her time. I even had to explain to her who Jim Morrison and Grace Slick were.

‘You were there?’ She shook her head in disbelief. ‘And did you wear one of those little drug-dealer hats?’ she asked.

‘Oh, yes. All of the guys had at least one of those.’

She nodded. ‘Cool.’ (It seems that narrow-brimmed hats were ‘cool’, even if male chauvinists who wore them were not.)

‘I think that Kenny Donaldson had one for every day of the week,’ I told her.

‘Kenny Donaldson? Who was Kenny Donaldson? Was he another of those flower-power singers?’

‘He was my first boss.’

The first time that I saw Mad Men, Don Draper reminded me a lot of Kenny: cool as ice on the outside but pedalling like mad on the inside.

‘Did you have a handmaiden?’ Keisha asked.

‘I shared a secretary with another bloke, if that’s what you mean. Janice. Jan. A nice girl. She married a building contractor, as I recall.’

‘And did she make you coffee and sort out your dry cleaning?’

‘Yes, she did. Although I was always happy to make her coffee.’

Keisha nodded. Maybe great-uncle Sam was not such a total bastard after all. ‘Did your place have any women who weren’t handmaidens?’

‘Secretaries,’ I said. ‘We didn’t call them handmaidens. And, yes, we had a couple of female copywriters. And a female art director. Mad Mandy. A strange girl. I think she used to do acid.’

‘But no managers. No top dogs.’

‘Not when I first started. No. But then we pitched for a cosmetic account. Kenny knew the marketing director. Tennis club, I think. Or maybe it was a squash club. It was a long time ago now. Anyway, the marketing director let it be known that having a woman on the team would not do our chances any harm. That’s when Kenny hired Gail.’

‘As …?’

‘As a suit. Yes. She had previously worked in media sales. There were a lot of women in media sales back then. It was all face-to-face in those pre-internet days. I suspect that, to some extent, the prettier the face, the better the sales. But I could be wrong.’

‘Did she have to wear a drug-dealer’s hat?’

I laughed. ‘No.’

‘A suit?’

‘Oh yes. She was very professional.’

‘In what way?’

‘Gail was all business. And she certainly took no prisoners.’

‘Did she have a handmaiden?’ Keisha asked.

‘If you mean did she have a secretary … yes.’

‘Did you like her?’

Did I like her? To be honest, when Gail first arrived, I didn’t have that much to do with her. She worked on the cosmetics pitch, and then, when we were awarded the business, she was the account exec. I was the account exec on the brewery business, so our paths didn’t cross a great deal. But I think that we got on well enough when our paths did cross. ‘Yeah. I liked her,’ I said. ‘She could be a bit sharp. A bit confrontational. And she did sometimes blow hot and cold. As I said: she certainly took no prisoners.’

‘What does that mean?’ Keisha asked.

‘Well … she tended to shoot first and ask questions later.’

Keisha nodded.

‘A couple of the older guys were a bit sexist. Well … very sexist. But she soon had them sorted out.’

‘Good on her.’

‘I think that most of the agencies were pretty sexist back in those days. And a lot of them were run by out and out bullies. They wouldn’t get away with it today. But, back then … well, it was just the way things were.’

‘Was your boss a bully?’

‘Kenny? No, not really. karşıyaka escort Charm was Kenny’s weapon of choice.’

We only held the cosmetics business for about 18 months. The company was bought out by one of the big conglomerates and our brands were deleted. Orderly marketing, they called it. It certainly wasn’t Gail’s fault. And, after that, Kenny drafted Gail in to work on the First Resort business.

Most of First Resort’s properties were dotted around the Caribbean, with a few more on the Costas. Naturally, Gail had to visit some of them – just to get a feel for what the business was all about. As I recall, her subsequent suntan caused a few ruffled feathers among some of the older execs. ‘Work?’ I remember Howard Austin saying. ‘That girl wouldn’t recognise work if it jumped up and bit her on her backside.’ The truth of the matter was that Gail worked very hard indeed. I guess that beoing a woman in a man’s world, she had to.

It was about a year later that Kenny promoted me to account director and put me in charge of the Christina Cruises business. Christina Cruises was a joint venture between P&M Shipping and a Greek squillionaire, and it was one of the first cruise companies to go after the emerging ‘new middle classes’. One of my first duties as the new account director was to attend the World Travel Congress in Miami. Gail also attended. She was there in her role as account exec on the First Resort business.

The convention was held at Bal Harbour, an up-market beachside community at the northern tip of Miami beach. It was on the second day of business that Gail somehow managed to slip and sprain her ankle. The first that I knew about it was when one of the bell boys brought me a note from Gail saying that she had had a bit of an accident and wasn’t going to be able to meet me for supper that evening.

Her note didn’t say what sort of an accident or what the consequences were. So I phoned her room to see if there was anything that I could do. I think that she said something like: ‘Apart from getting me a new ankle – preferably one that’s about half the size of the one I currently have …’

‘Well, you probably should try and get something to eat,’ I said.

She said that she had just phoned Room Service and put in an order in for a steak sandwich. ‘You could always come and join me,’ she said.

When I got to her room, she answered the door wearing one of the hotel’s three-quarter length towelling bathrobes. And she did, indeed, have one ankle that was about twice the size of the other one. ‘Maybe we should see if we can find a doctor,’ I said.

‘I’ve already done that,’ Gail said. ‘Or at least the hotel did. She – the doctor – said that it’s just a sprain. Nothing’s broken. I’ve got this ice pack. And some pain killers. Oh, and I’ve ordered you a steak sandwich. I hope that was OK.’

As well as the steak sandwiches, Gail had ordered a bottle of wine. A Californian red, as I recall. And, by the time that we had finished our surprisingly-good steak sandwiches – with French fries – the normally buttoned-down Gail had become rather loose. I guess it was probably the combination of the drugs and the wine.

‘What would you like to do now?’ I asked as I topped our glasses with the last of the wine.

‘You could fuck me if you like,’ Gail said.

I think that I may have laughed. Probably nervously.

‘Don’t you want to?’

‘Do you want to?’ I said.

‘It would take my mind off my ankle,’ she said.

As I watched Gail hobble over to the bed, lie on her back, and undo her bathrobe, I remember being both surprised and amused. It certainly wasn’t a scene that I had even vaguely contemplated.

‘You might need to help me,’ Gail said, as she pushed her knickers down slightly and uncovered her glorious dark blonde bush.

I gave her a second or two to change her mind (she didn’t), and then I kicked my shoes off and joined her on the bed. And then she did change her mind.

‘No. This is not going to work, is it?’ she said. ‘I think I’m going to need the ice pack again. Sorry.’ And she started to sit up.

‘Just stay there,’ I said. ‘I’ll get it.’

I went and got a towel from the bathroom and put it under her ankle. Then I got the ice pack. But it had turned to a slush pack. I had noticed an ice machine at the end of the kartepe escort corridor, near the lifts – elevators – and so I took an ice bucket – and her room key – and went in search of fresh supplies. Ten minutes later, we had the ice pack back in service.

‘Sorry,’ Gail said. ‘Maybe we can try again tomorrow.’

‘Where have you been?’ Keisha asked.

‘What?’

‘I thought that you’d gone to sleep,’ Keisha said.

‘No. Just thinking.’

‘Just thinking?’

‘Yeah. Just remembering something that happened a long time ago.’

‘You were smiling,’ Keisha said.

‘Was I?’

On the third and final day of the convention, Gail got to attend a couple of the sessions with the aid of a wheelchair that the hotel just happened to have on hand. And, that evening, she and I shared a surprisingly-good fish supper at the hotel’s beachfront grill. But that was it. And the following day we flew home. There was no mention of our Room Service supper and what might have been. Although I must confess that, for the next few months, the memory of Gail’s luxurious dark blonde bush did play a starring role in some of my midnight masturbation sessions.

And then – I guess it must have been a year or so later – Gail was head-hunted by O’Rourke & Bateman. Kenny tried to persuade her to stay, but the O’Rourke’s offer was too good. It was a chance for Gail to move up to account director with her own account group.

On the night before she left the home of the mad men, Kenny took a bunch of us out for dinner at a Tuscan-inspired place in Marylebone. The meal was excellent. And afterwards, Gail and I shared a cab.

‘Where to?’ I asked.

‘Well … we almost got there in Miami,’ Gail said. ‘We could give it another go if you like.’ And we got the cab to take us to Gail’s place, which was just the other side of Lord’s Cricket Ground.

I’m not sure why it took so long for us to ‘get together’. Working together probably had something to do with it. And, to be perfectly honest, we didn’t have that much in common. Not really. But the sex … the sex was brilliant. It just worked.

That first night we started out with my tongue exploring her dark blonde bush and what lay beneath it. And, in the words of Restaurant Rex, an early food critic who had a column in the West London Gazette, ‘I’m pleased to report, dear reader, that it tasted every bit as good as it looked’. After that, we had a brilliant doggy-style fuck. At 25, I wasn’t exactly new to the pleasures of the flesh, but Gail was exceptional. Truly exceptional.

‘You’re smiling again,’ Keisha said. ‘Are you going to share?’

‘I think that you had to be there,’ I said.

It’s funny how memory works, isn’t it? I can remember that first night with Gail as though it was yesterday. I remember how she looked; how she smelled; how she tasted; how she felt. But I can’t for the life of me remember why we didn’t do it again for several weeks. Maybe one of us had to go away. I don’t know.

My next memory is of driving down from North London on a sunny afternoon. I think that it must have been a Saturday or a Sunday. I had probably been to a bookshop that I used to frequent up near Hampstead Heath. As I got down towards Lord’s, I decided to make a little detour to see if Gail was at home. I remember ringing her doorbell and, when there was no reply, deciding that she wasn’t at home. And then, just as I was walking back to my car, she appeared. She was wearing a three-quarter length towelling bathrobe like the one that she had worn in Miami. She said that she had been out in the little courtyard at the back of her flat, enjoying the sun.

‘Oh. Come in,’ she said. ‘I thought that you were someone trying to sell me something. Or worse: one of those religious nutters.’

I followed her into the kitchen where she made a jug of Pimm’s. And then we went out to the south-facing courtyard and, once out there, Gail poured a couple of glasses of Pimm’s, removed her bathrobe, and lay back on the towel-covered sun lounger. She was naked beneath the bathrobe. Well … naked save for a slick coating of suntan oil.

We sipped and chatted for a while, and then I moved my chair closer to her, spread her elegant legs slightly – she didn’t object – and put my fingers to work on her beautiful cunt. Three or four times I brought her to kaş escort edge of orgasm, but then pulled back. Finally, I led her over the edge.

Gail’s little courtyard was very private. There were no neighbouring windows overlooking it. But when we reached the magic moment, I’m sure that Gail’s vocalisations would have left any neighbours within earshot in little doubt as to what was going on.

‘Perhaps we should go inside,’ she murmured when she had had a chance to catch her breath again. ‘Don’t want to get too much sun, do we?’

The table in her kitchen was just the right height. I bent her over it and lined my super-hard cock up with her hot, slippery slot.

‘This is your turn,’ Gail said. ‘Just be my guest.’

‘Be your guest?’

‘Just whatever makes you feel good,’ she said.

That was the afternoon that I discovered that fucking her in the arse made me feel pretty good. It seemed to make her feel pretty good too. Perhaps that was what she had meant by ‘Be my guest’.

After that, Gail and I got together once or twice a week. I even wondered if I should invite her to move into my place. But the more that I thought about it the less it seemed like a good idea.

‘You never have any Coke in your fridge,’ Keisha said.

‘No. I don’t drink Coke.’

‘Never?’

‘Not for a long time,’ I said. ‘I used to enjoy a splash in my rum. But I haven’t drunk rum for years now.’

Keisha frowned. ‘Why not?’

‘Don’t know,’ I said. ‘There was probably a reason that I stopped – but I can’t remember what it was.’

Keisha frowned again and shook her head.

I can’t remember exactly when or why Gail and I came to an end either. It probably had something to do with Gail’s bouts of depression. Every now and then she would turn into the blackest of wicked witches. I tried, a few times, to get her to go and talk to her doctor about it. But she said that her doctor would just give her zombie pills. ‘I don’t want to be fucking zombie,’ she said.

I didn’t exactly forget about Gail. She wasn’t the kind of woman that you could easily forget. But I wasn’t tempted to pick up the phone. However, about a year later, she phoned me.

She had a couple of friends who were thinking about setting up a travel agency that sold nothing but cruises. They had done quite a bit of homework. On paper it certainly seemed like a viable proposition. But they wanted to talk to someone who knew the industry from the inside. ‘Would you meet them over a glass of wine?’ Gail asked me.

‘Well, my knowledge has a particular perspective,’ I reminded her.

‘I’ve explained that,’ she said. ‘But they think it would be really helpful.’

We agreed to meet up at The Fruit of the Vine.

Gail’s friends – Toby and Vanessa – seemed pretty switched on. And they definitely seemed to have done their homework. We chatted for almost two hours. And then they disappeared into the night with my business card in Vanessa’s voluminous handbag.

There was still some wine in the bottle. Our second bottle. I poured half into Gail’s glass, and half into mine. ‘So, how are you?’ I asked.

‘Busy,’ she said.

‘And are you still living just beyond the third man boundary?’

Gail frowned. And then she smiled. ‘Oh. No. I’ve abandoned Lord’s to the true cricket fans. I’ve bought a flat just off Hyde Park Square. I can walk to work.’

‘Nice,’ I said.

‘It is. I probably paid too much. But it’s a great location. And it had all been done up. You should come and have a look at it.’

‘I will,’ I said.

‘Now would be good,’ Gail said. ‘No time like the present.’

Funnily enough, I knew what she angling at. But we finished our wine and went anyway. She was right. The location was great. And the flat, while small, was nigh on perfect.

‘The main bedroom is just through here,’ she said. I followed her, and waited while, as fastidious as ever, she removed her jacket and her skirt and placed them carefully over a chair. We didn’t bother with the bed. I pushed her back against the wall and pulled down her knickers while she freed my cock. Her cunt was hot and slick. And everything went together the way that it always had.

‘Well, that still works,’ I said after we had both come.

‘We could have made a great couple,’ she said. ‘Maybe even Mr and Mrs.’

‘Except I would have had to learn to love vegetarian food. And you would have had to learn to love post-bop jazz.’

‘I’ve given up being a vegetarian,’ she said. ‘And, in time, I might even learn to like jazz.’

‘You’re smiling again,’ Keisha said.

‘Am I?’

‘You are. I’ll make you some coffee,’ she said.

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Give me a few paragraphs to set the stage, and then I will take you to a place you’ve only imagined.

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

I was thinking about our preconceptions about reciprocity as it applies to sex; about that feeling of obligation that most of us seem to have that says that each partner must reach orgasm, preferably simultaneously, for a sexual encounter to be successful. And how that extends beyond orgasm right back into foreplay. If I spend time exploring your chest, you reciprocate by playing with my breasts. If I take delight in giving you head, you feel the need to reciprocate by tonguing my pussy. Get my drift?

I’m not saying those are bad things; don’t get me wrong, I enjoy all of those activities and more, and I agree that there must be a certain amount of give and take in any relationship. However, what you sometimes find hard to understand is that reciprocating does not necessarily mean giving back exactly the same thing. I want you to know that by taking or accepting what I have to give, you ARE giving, simply because of the enjoyment I take in giving pleasure to you.

You have admitted that you understand this concept when you are the giver; you have proven yourself only too well in your ability to give, and I know you take pleasure in that giving. But you still have trouble accepting that it can work both ways, you can’t just lay still and receive what I have to give.

So today, I’m determined to change that. Are you with me? Here is what you are going to do. I want you to take a long, hot bath. Relax completely. Take your time scrubbing every square inch of yourself until you are warm and squeaky clean. When you’re done, wrap yourself in a towel, and come knock on our bedroom door, but do not open it. Instead, close your eyes, turn around so your back is to the door, and wait for me. Do you understand? Yes? Good! Are you game? Fantastic!

*With a warm kiss and a press of my body against yours, I push you off towards the bathroom.*

**************
From this point on, I would like you to read each line slowly, without skipping ahead. Take the time to let each word sink in, and imagine each whisper, each breath, each touch.

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

I jump when I hear your knock at the door.
I’ve been waiting in nervous anticipation;
confident in what I’m doing,
but eager to put my plans into action
and to see your reactions.
I open the door to see you standing there,
back facing me as I had instructed,
a towel wrapped snuggly around your hips.

Your hair is still damp from the bath
and I can feel the heat of the warm water rising off your skin.
I move closer to you, lean over your shoulder,
and I whisper “Don’t move, and keep your eyes closed.”
I see you tense a bit at my words,
and startle at the feel of my bare nipples grazing against your back,
but you do as I say,
even as I whip the towel from your waist.
Clearly, you’ve been doing some anticipating of your own while in the bath,
and I grin as I peek around to the front of you and see you semi-hard before me.

“Stay still” I repeat, as I reach behind you.
You feel my arms as they brush up alongside you,
one on either side,
sliding up your arms and over your shoulders,
as if I’m reaching around you.
I see you tilt your head to the side,
trying to figure out what I’m up to,
but otherwise you obey my command to stay still, with eyes shut.

I see your body jerk and hear your sudden intake of breath
as you feel the soft fabric of the blindfold touch your eyelids.
“Don’t worry” I chuckle,
as I tie the strings firmly behind your head
“You’re in good hands”,
emphasizing my point by running my hands over your back,
and cupping your buttocks,
rubbing myself against you in the process.

I take your hand and guide you slowly to the bed.
While you are moving in darkness,
I have the light of several candles lighting up the room,
giving it a soft glow and casting flickering shadows across your warm skin.
I turn you so that your back is to the bed
and press myself against the length of you,
giving you a long, deep kiss,
before placing my palm on your chest
and pushing you back to sit on the bed.
You can feel the thick layer of flannel sheets
that I have put on top of the bed and for a moment you
wonder why I might have done so.

But those thoughts are interrupted as you feel
something light trailing over your shoulders
and chest, and across your arms, tickling your senses.
Again, I see you tilt your head to the side,
trying to make sense of what you are feeling.
I take your hand and close your fingers around the strip of silk fabric,
drawing it through your fingers so you can feel the length of it.
A look of comprehension spreads across your face
as I loop one strip around your right wrist, making it snug, but not too tight.

I repeat this process with your left wrist,
then run my hands down your arms to your chest,
down your abdomen, dipping into navel,
sliding across your kemalpaşa escort hips to the tops of your legs.
I hesitate there for a moment,
dragging the remaining two strips of fabric around your waist
and letting them rub against your pelvis
before my hands continue their journey to your ankles
where I fasten the remaining strips securely.

I kiss your eyelids and your cheekbones
before capturing your mouth again,
moving my lips urgently across yours.
I slap aside your hands as you try to caress my shoulders.
“No touch” I chide,
placing your hands firmly at your sides.
“Lie down” I command,
pushing you backwards onto the bed.

With some poking and prodding
I move you to the centre of the bed.
I place a pillow under your head,
and another under the backs of your knees,
making sure that you are completely comfortable and relaxed.
Without talking, I securely fasten your left wrist to the corner post of our bed
and I walk around the bed to do the same on the other side.
After testing the play in the silk restraints,
I run my hands over you, feeling the muscles tighten in your arms.
“Relax”, I murmur. “I’m not going to hurt you”.
I see a look of doubt cross your face
and I smile, knowing that I will soon remove that look from your face.

I walk to the bottom of the bed
and fasten each ankle to the corners of the bed
so that you are spread out in all your glory before me.
I know you feel vulnerable,
but I can also see that you are highly aroused,
and I take a minute just to drink in the gorgeous sight of you.
I see you wiggle a bit,
trying to gauge how much you can move,
and laugh when I sense your frustration.
“Patience, deary, patience.”
“Good things come to those who wait.”

My preparations almost complete,
I crawl across the bed towards your head
and reach to the night side table to scoop up
a couple of small items.
Leaning over you,
so that my breasts fall across your shoulder
I nestle down into the crook of your neck and
I whisper in your ear “You are MINE”,
using my tongue to trace the outline of your ear.
“This isn’t about control, or force or submission.
This is about giving you the complete freedom to simply enjoy.
Just like I am going to enjoy making love to every last inch of you.”
And with that, I take the small earplugs
and fit one gently in each ear canal, shutting off your sound,
knowing that by doing so, you will be totally focused
on each and every touch that I am about to bestow.

Still on the bed beside you,
I raise up on my knees so that I can take a long look at you.
You can feel the movement through the mattress
and can feel my knees as they press against your side
but I can see by the cautious expression on your face
that you wonder what I am up to, as I decide how I want to proceed.

You sense my weight shift again
and feel the lightest touch of my mouth upon yours.
I’m careful not to let any other part of my body
come into contact with yours,
so our only connection is the brush of my tongue as it circles your lips,
and I draw my head back as you raise yours,
denying you the firmer contact that you desire.

Using the fingers on both hands
I begin to draw lazy lines down both sides of your face,
Starting at your temples, across your eyebrows,
down your nose and across your cheekbones,
behind your ears, and down the sides of your neck.
following your collarbone to the hollow of your neck
where I pause to give you a kiss, nuzzling my nose in the depression there.
Using a single finger from each hand,
I trace down your sternum, and then out across your chest,
making a large arc around each nipple,
drawing a spiraling circle, getting tighter with each sweep
until my nails graze the outer edges of your areolas,
feeling the bumps that are starting to rise there.

I use the fingers on each hand to close in on your tightening nipples,
rolling them between thumb and forefinger,
and then tugging lightly upward, making them stand stiff and erect.
Bending my head, I repeat the circles around each nipple with my tongue,
getting closer and closer until I can flick each one with my tongue
before suckling it deep into my mouth.

Once again, I shift forward to kiss you,
this time letting my mouth rest firmly on yours,
using my tongue to open your lips,
and I let your tongue dance with mine,
drawing yours urgently into my mouth,
gasping as I imagine you entering me in a similar fashion below.

Breaking the kiss, you feel my weight leave the bed.
For a moment, you sense nothing,
until you feel a warm wetness trickle onto your right shoulder
and continue down the inside of your right arm.
A slightly spicy vanilla scent reaches your nostrils
just before you feel my hands begin to massage the oil into your shoulder.
My firm hands loosen the muscles in the shoulder and up the side of your neck,
before dragging down your kemer escort upper arm, tracing the separation of bicep and triceps,
examining the joining of your elbow, and working down your forearm.

Taking your hand in mine,
I massage your palm with my thumbs as I move down to kiss your wrist.
I circle each finger with mine, working the oil into each joint,
then entwining my fingers with yours.
As I release your fingers, I take each one deep into my mouth,
wrapping it firmly with my tongue, rolling my mouth around you,
then lightly dragging my teeth along your skin as I withdraw the finger
and move on to the next.

I move to the other side of the bed and repeat the process,
in no particular hurry,
taking time to enjoy the feel of every muscle in your arms and hands.
Once I’m done, I step back and admire you,
your arms now slick and shiny with oil,
the flames of the candles reflected in the sheen on your skin.
With a smile, I run my slippery hands over my own breasts,
massaging the remainder of the oil into my nipples,
feeling them already hard with my arousal.

Bending close to the bed,
I let my breasts fall across your left side,
and slide them back and forth,
feeling the friction of your nipple as it bumps against mine.
I move farther up the bed and, placing one knee on the bed,
I lean farther so that my nipple touches your lips,
and I laugh as I see you suddenly startle,
and your mouth anxiously seeking to find its reward.
I gasp as I feel a sudden shot of electricity move through my breast
as you draw my nipple roughly into your mouth,
and I hang there for a moment, enjoying the sensation of you devouring my tit,
before abruptly withdrawing and getting off the bed.

You sense from the movement of air across your naked body
that I have opened the door and left the room.
A few minutes pass, and you begin to wonder if I’ve left you there.
Knowing my sense of humor,
you wonder if perhaps I’ve decided to go shopping,
or if I intend to leave you there while I watch the latest episode of Boston Legal.
I see relief cross your face when you sense my footsteps
as I re-enter the room, and I see you tilt your head again,
your sign that you are trying to figure out what I’m up to.

I purposely bump against the side of the bed
so that you know I am close,
but I wait another minute,
watching you squirm within your restraints,
trying to guess where I am going to touch you next.
I see you unconsciously raise your hips,
trying to draw my attention there.
“Not yet, my dear” I chuckle to myself, “All in good time”.

I watch your face flex in surprise
as you feel the sudden touch of heat on your chest.
Something very hot and soft, yet firm,
is stroking your right nipple,
brushing around in a circle,
leaving a damp trail that, while smooth, is not slick like the oil I was using earlier.
In fact, there is a certain friction between your sensitive skin
and what you have now decided is a small paintbrush.
I see you arch your back to raise your left side towards me,
because you know that in my preference for symmetry,
your left nipple is about to feel the same delicious warmth.

Once that is done, you feel the trail of liquid heat
move down the centre line of your chest, down your abdomen,
forming a puddle in your navel, before continuing downward.
Just how far will it go?
The brush passes through your curls
and you feel my hand touch your cock for the first time,
lifting the hardening shaft up and away from you,
so that I can apply the hot brush in long, broad strokes,
spreading the delightful heat along the top, bottom and sides of your organ.

You feel my weight on the bed shift as I put my tools on the side table
and I take up my place kneeling beside you, admiring my handiwork.
As the liquid cools, it gels and contracts slightly,
creating a pleasant, tugging itch that reminds you
of exactly where my brush has traveled.
Placing a hand on either side of you to support myself,
I bend to begin my task of cleaning away the sticky substance,
broad strokes of my tongue washing over your chest,
swirling around your nipples as I purr in cat-like delight.
I follow the path downward, alternately licking,
nibbling and sucking on your skin,
enjoying the warmth of you in my mouth.
My tongue delves deep into your navel, searching for every last drop.
I spend extra time on your curls, grooming you there with my tongue,
before running long flat licks up you shaft, now fully erect,
cleaning each side thoroughly before touching the head.

That task done, I hold your cock firmly upright in my hand and contemplate my dessert.
The dark red helmet that tops your shaft reminds me of
a cherry that might be placed on top of a scrumptious treat,
with a drizzle of pre-cum oozing from the end.
With a delicate flick of my tongue, I taste those precious first drops,
their saltiness mixing perfectly keşan escort with the sweetness of my artwork.
Unable to help myself, I pop the entire cherry of your cock
into my mouth, sucking it firmly against the roof of my mouth.
My tongue cleans the underside, rolling from side to side,
then I loosen my suction so that my tongue can move up and over the top.
Mmmm…..pure heaven. An intense wave of arousal moves through me,
as I feel your cock pulse and twitch in my mouth,
and as I feel your hips try to buck towards me,
knowing you want to be deeper in my mouth.
I know it’s time to move on, and my mouth leaves you.

I chuckle as I see you wince in frustration,
pleased that my efforts are having the intended effect.
I decide that it’s time for you to get a little taste of what I’ve been enjoying,
and I gasp as I part my nether lips and touch the warm brush to my clit,
spreading the mysterious substance in two long strokes inside my folds.
I crawl back on the bed and move towards your head,
lifting one knee up and over to the other side of your head,
until I am positioned on top of you, my hands on the headboard for support.
I feel your head lifting and turning from side to side between my legs,
so eager are you for any contact between your lips and my flesh.
I shiver in anticipation as I lower myself towards you,
until I can feel your hot breath on my open pussy.
With the first touch of my lips to yours, I feel your head lunge towards me,
your nose abruptly hitting my clit and sending a wave of pleasure through me,
before your tongue gets its first taste of the hot butterscotch sauce that I’ve applied there.
I groan as I feel your tongue go mad, licking and slurping and pulling at my labia,
knowing that the butterscotch has been diluted with my own juices,
which have been trickling down my thighs ever since we started.
As your tongue attacks my clit, I feel those familiar contractions begin deep with me,
and I know that if I don’t stop you now,
I’ll lose myself and grind my pussy down onto your tongue,
letting you bring me over and beyond the edge of orgasm.

Somewhat regretfully, I rise and crawl off of the bed.
Dipping a washcloth into a bowl of hot water that I have nearby,
I wring it out before using it to wipe the remaining stickiness from us,
the roughness of the cloth reminding you of my tongue on your nipples.
I wash your abdomen, your curls, and manhood with care,
before patting you dry with a towel,
smiling as I see your cock bobbing helplessly before me.
“Don’t worry, my sweet, your time will come”
And I bend to give you a kiss, before climbing back onto the bed.
This time I move to the base of the mattress, kneeling between your spread legs.
Once again you feel the warm trickle of massage oil hit your skin,
starting with the tops of your feet, and drizzling up your shins, to your knees.
Using one hand on each side, I work the oil into your feet,
firm enough not to tickle, lacing my fingers between your toes,
then using my thumbs to spread the oil into the balls of your feet.
With broad strokes of my hands, I massage the oil up your lower legs,
feeling your muscles tense and contract as I move higher,
running my hands under the backs of your knees, feeling a pulse there.
Now I squirt more oil up your right thigh,
dropping it from sufficient height so that you feel the impact
as the path heads towards your groin,
stopping just short before repeating the process with your left thigh.

Leaning forward now over one leg, I slide my hands up your thigh,
fingertips spread wide and held firm, moving in circular motions as I progress,
barely reaching the crease where leg joins hip before switching to the other side.
Beginning again at the knee, I again spread upwards,
but this time my kisses trail behind my hands, and I work from the outer thigh
by your knee, crossing my way over top as I head north,
until I am kissing your inner thighs where they begin to brush together.
I grin as I see that my progress up your thighs has once again captured your attention.
Your manhood, which had begun to relax as I massaged your feet,
is once again showing vigorous signs of life at my approach.

I see a smile spread across your face when you sense a generous stream of oil
fall on the tip of your cock, to dribble down the sides, over and around your balls,
oozing between the crevice of your buttocks to the sheet below.
I feel your legs tense and notice you hold your breath as you wait
for the touch that you know is coming.
I start by placing a palm under your sac, lifting slowly
until I feel the weight of you in my palm, then I place the other hand on top.
Cradling your balls in between my hands, I gently roll them,
feeling the slipperiness both within and outside of the sac.

I use one hand now to work the oil up from the base of your cock,
using a firm stroke of the hand to spread it up around your shaft,
until the mushroom-shaped head is rolling in my palm.
I find myself mesmerized by the sight of the head of your cock
disappearing and then reappearing as I stroke you.
My one hand continues to stroke you, while the other slides back off of your balls
to follow the trickle of oil that has disappeared between your legs.

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Chapter 2 – Wardrobe Emergency

Under normal circumstances I’m a positive person; despite my emotional misery, I finished school with good marks and was accepted into my chosen course at university: a Bachelor of Science with a major in Pure Mathematics. And I did well, well enough to progress on to my Master’s degree in 2008-09.

Hermione Granger didn’t haunt me beyond high school, although I did have one scare when J.K. Rowling published the final book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, where Hermione’s middle name was revealed in the reading of Dumbledore’s will. You guessed it: Jean! My heart froze when I first read that line lying in bed one night, the paperback still shiny and un-creased. I had visions of undergraduates parading around me in the student union cafeteria calling out “And To Miss Hermione JEAN Granger, I leave my copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard, in the hope that she will find it entertaining and instructive.” Except every student would name a different book title, each more embarrassing and sexually suggestive than the last.

The scars from high school had mostly healed, but they hadn’t faded, and even at age twenty-one they still held a power over me. In a pointless act of defence I dyed my hair, which I didn’t like and dyed it back again; and I changed my name to Jeannie, which I kept. I liked Jeannie; it was a little closer to ‘Hermione’, and that was worrisome, but it was also a little further away from the Jean Granger who had been so traumatised at high school. I started to move on. I even went to see Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix at the cinema and NOBODY commented on how much I looked like Hermione … although I concede the puffer jacket and baseball cap I wore DID make the feat more challenging.

~~~

I still didn’t have a boyfriend. Boys had asked me out (they didn’t stay nervous 16-year-olds forever, thank goodness) but I never accepted; too risky, too much pain lurking just below the surface.

I made friends though, some girls, some non-threatening guys already in relationships. I didn’t share my love of J.K. Rowling’s stories with them and they never commented on my famous doppelganger; it’s not that they never noticed, I think they just didn’t care.

I met Belinda in the second year of my Master’s degree. She was a few years younger and was enrolled in a Bachelor of Arts to pursue writing, but for some unaccountable reason she had chosen her one optional unit from the science faculty: Number Theory, of all things! I don’t think she had any idea what she was getting herself into, poor lamb, but maths at university is a big step up from high school and not something to be taken lightly. Certainly not as a solitary unit in a humanities degree.

She made it almost half way through the semester before she realised she needed a tutor, and by happy coincidence I had discovered a few weeks earlier that if I wanted to keep paying my rent then I was going to need a job. The stars aligned. I helped Belinda pass Number Theory, and she paid me, became my roommate and best friend since childhood, and helped me meet my future fiancé.

I probably should have given her a discount.

~~~

“Sweetie, wardrobe emergency!” Belinda blurted as she burst through the door. “We need a red dress!”

It was the end of summer and the beginning of the new year at university. I had finished my Master’s and re-enrolled for a Bachelor of Education, thinking that the only outlets for five years of Pure Mathematics study were either research or teaching. I’ll try teaching first.

Belinda was still an undergrad and had been on campus for O-week (Orientation Week), checking out all of the new clubs and societies and seeing who had the best freebies and the best parties.

“We? Or you?” I asked, and not just because I didn’t see how ‘we’ could both need the same dress. I’m small; small hips, small waist, small 8A bust; but Belinda is tiny, under five feet tall with size 6 hips and waist and an 8C bust that looks bigger because of her stature. We don’t share clothes.

“Neither,” she chirped, her eyes sparkling with excitement that suggested she was in the grip of one of her grand plans. “It’s for you, but you need my help.”

“Why …?” Goodness, which question did I want answered first? Let’s work backwards; Belinda doesn’t make mental leaps easily so she’s easier to unwind that to reset. “Hang on, why do you need to help dress me?”

“Sweetie, you know I love you, right?” she looked uncharacteristically serious for a moment.

“Um? Sure, OK.” I sensed a trap, but didn’t know what it was.

“Good,” she said. “So you’ll understand how much it hurts me to say this, but it comes from the heart. You can’t dress sexy for shit.”

“O-o-o-okay,” this was not news, I really couldn’t dress sexy for shit. This conversation was starting to make more sense; Belinda was trying to hook me up kestel escort and a sexy dress was part of her plan. “So why do we … no, why do I,” I stressed the last word, “need a sexy red dress?”

“Because I’m taking you to the HAGS launch,” she smiled and took both of my hands, eyes still glinting with barely suppressed glee. “And it’s going to be FILLED with single, undergrad science geeks.”

Oh my God, she answers one question and raises three more! I wasn’t going to back-track her this time; she could give me the whole darn story from the beginning.

“Slow down, Blin,” I took advantage of her holding my hands and made her sit down. “Why science geeks? Why are they single? What is HAGS? And why would I let you take me? You got all that?”

I could see the cogs turning as she thought through my list, then control returned to the forebrain and she smiled at me again.

“Yes!” she began excitedly. “One: Why science geeks? Science covers ninety percent of geekdom. I was generalising. If it makes you feel better there will be undergrad geeks there and I’m pretty sure the science faculty will be represented.”

“Okay,” I wasn’t sure that answered anything but I let her continue.

“Two: Why would they be single? Please! They’re geeks.” She looked serious for a moment. “And I don’t mean that in a nasty way. It doesn’t mean they’re ugly, just socially awkward. Like you!”

I don’t think she intended that as an insult, but it stung a little anyway, mostly because it was true.

“Three: HAGS is the Hermione Granger Appreciation Society …”

“The WHAT?” My heart froze. Even in the presence of my most trusted friend, someone who would never knowingly hurt me, I still felt a bolt of fear at the mention of that name out loud.

“I know, right?” she said. “It doesn’t make sense. I don’t think they’re really dyslexic; they just wanted to make a word out of it.”

“But why would I want to go to the Hermione Granger Appreciation Society?” I hoped my voice didn’t sound as cold as it felt. I sensed only good intentions in her and she didn’t deserve the frosty glare that was probably on my face.

“Really?” she looked confused. “Well, firstly: seven pristine Harry Potter First Editions on your bookshelf. And second – you might not realise this – but you kind of look like her.”

“Don’t be silly,” I waved her away, but a chill was stiffening the hairs on the back of my neck.

“I’m serious,” she said, fiddling with her phone. “I didn’t see it at first either, but Andrew and I went to see Deathly Hallows Part One and he pointed it out when she came out in this gorgeous red dress. Here: look!”

She turned her phone around. I didn’t need to look; I knew exactly what it was: Emma Watson, all grown up now (well, eighteen or nineteen) and utterly beautiful in a scoop neck, knee-length red dress. I went to see the movie on my own and was completely enchanted; she looked like a princess, not a witch, and for a couple of hours I sank back into that old magic and lived the adventure with her.

“Mmm. Maybe,” I frowned.

“Mmm. Definitely!” she nodded. She held up the phone beside my face. “Actually it’s closer than I thought; just pin back your hair and pack your boobs into a tight bodice and you’re HER!”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” I waved off the hand holding the phone. “She’s beautiful.”

“Are you fishing for compliments, Jeannie?” she teased.

“You’re not going to give up on this, are you?” I sighed.

“Nope,” she smiled. “Because I’m right.”

“Okay,” I said quietly. “You’re not the first to point it out.” And then getting back on topic: “So you want me to wear that dress so you can hook me up with undergrad boys. Why would undergrad boys want to hook up with me?”

“Do you want me to get the phone out again?” she glared at me, but there was love in there too. “The HAGS sign-up desk has a life-sized cardboard Hermione in that dress! That’s what gave me the idea. They’re already in love with you!”

“Okay, point taken,” I conceded. “You think I’m geek catnip.” I rephrased: “Why would I want to hook up with undergrad boys?”

“Because you haven’t had a date in the almost eighteen months I’ve known you,” she lectured. “And geek boys are like training wheels; you say ‘Hi, my name’s Jeannie,’ and if he doesn’t faint, you tell him how much you like Star Wars – or in this case, Harry Potter – and then just let him run like a wind-up toy while you work out whether you like him. He won’t try to grab your ass or your tits, and if you have to cut him loose, he won’t yell at you and call you a frigid bitch, because that conversation you just shared was the most intimate experience he’s had with a girl in his life.”

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” I laughed.

“What’s more amazing is that you haven’t,” she giggled. “But seriously,” she put on her serious face for a moment, even though kırıkhan escort ‘serious’ for her is always a pretty thin veneer. “Most geeks are really nice. They’re grateful to have a girl just talk to them and they’re really biddable.” Her eyes were glinting again.

“Biddable?” She was bringing me around.

“Just show them where to lick and let them go,” she grinned.

“BELINDA!” I swatted her hand in mock horror. I don’t think she knew I was a virgin, otherwise she might have been a bit more tactful. Or maybe not, she’s just that kind of girl.

~~~

“I’m not so sure about this anymore,” I said nervously.

I was standing in front of my full length mirror with Belinda beside me. I looked frightened. She looked, I don’t know what; if she was a guy I would have said ‘love struck’. She was staring at me in what looked like adoration.

“I look ridiculous,” I said.

“You look amazing,” she husked, licking her lips. Costume-wise, Belinda looked comical; her tiny figure dressed in a child’s grey Harry Potter school uniform with her breasts bursting out of the too-small white school blouse.

We were both Hermione, but we couldn’t have looked more different. With a half-cup push-up bra lending me some shape, the tight bodice of the crimson dress stretched across my small breasts, separately outlining the modest curve beneath each one. I had to keep touching them to make sure they were real. The scoop neck-line revealed a broad, smooth décolletage and for the first time in my life, a suggestion of cleavage! I twisted my hips back and forth to flare out the skirt; it had a gorgeous floral detail underscoring the bodice and four chiffon ruffles down the front to give it extra volume.

I did look amazing. I knew that Emma Watson was beautiful, and I knew that I looked like Emma Watson. For a mathematics major, you’d think I’d be able to piece that together.

Belinda had done my hair: long and light brown, parted over my left eye and pinned back at the temples to frame my face, and I had done the makeup, just some eye-liner and lip gloss.

“Are you sure?” I asked. I had never dressed up like this in my life and I felt like I needed constant reassurance.

“Uh huh,” she said, swallowing. If she didn’t have a boyfriend I’d swear she was batting for the other team.

“Well let’s go, then,” I said, turning to face her, my voice betraying none of the butterflies in my stomach. As frightening as this was, I was secretly overjoyed to be my childhood heroine for a night.

Chapter 3 – Wicked Bitch of the West

When we arrived at the HAGS party it was already well underway with loud music and lots of people. It was an outdoor function on the lawn behind the Sports and Rec. complex, and with typical undergrad ingenuity, someone had hooked up a couple of guitar amps to their mobile phone and backed in a Toyota Hilux ute and filled the tray with ice, domestic beer, and both types of pre-mixed drinks: Jim-Beam-and-Coke AND Johnny-Walker-and-Coke. Awesome! Just what it was like when I was an undergrad. I could come back in fifty years and they might have a new ute, but everything else would be the same. In their defence, the type of girls who typically come to these things already liked beer, so a few bottles of bubbly or chardonnay would just be a waste of precious student union funding.

Belinda had joined HAGS the day before, but I had to present at the signup desk, which was manned – and I use the term loosely – by a spotty 19-year-old whose mother probably still bought all his clothes at Target. Not that I should judge. His jaw dropped and his eyes popped when I stepped up to the desk and he gulped audibly as he handed me a ballpoint pen. I had to bend over the table to fill in the form and when I looked back up again there was a decidedly rosy glow to his cheeks to match my dress.

“Can I … um … get a …?” he held up his phone questioningly.

“A photo?” Belinda trilled. “Sure! Miz Watson loves photo ops with her fans.”

“BELINDA!” I hissed. I doubt he believed her line of bullshit because I had to show him my student ID a moment earlier to sign up, but Belinda’s attitude spoke of a desire to milk as much fun out of me as she could tonight. If I’m being honest, I’d have to admit I was enjoying it; the boy at the sign-up desk wasn’t the only one looking at me with his mouth open, and some of them were bordering on cute to good-looking.

Belinda took his phone and ushered him around the desk to stand between me and the life-sized Hermione cut-out. I gave my hair what I hope looked like a playful flick and put my arm around him. The poor guy didn’t know what to do with his hands, he was too overwhelmed to touch me.

“Smile!” Belinda sang.

I turned my head and got up on tip-toes to give him a kiss on the cheek just as she took the photo and a small group of onlookers kızılay escort burst into spontaneous applause. I didn’t know what to do then, so I just gave them a smile and a wave and Belinda hurried me towards the beer-ute for a drink. She fished two cans out of the ice and we opened them to a stereo hiss of escaping gas.

“A toast,” she smiled mischievously, holding up her can. “To Hermione,” she said.

 “To Hermione,” I agreed with a big grin and took a mouthful of beer.

“Queen of the maths geeks,” she continued with a giggle. “May she forever have her choice of hot undergrad boy-flesh.”

I snorted and almost blew foam out my nose but settled for an uncontrolled coughing fit instead, with Belinda laughing and clapping me on the back.

“You’re a bitch, Belinda,” I said smiling, not a trace of malice.

“To Belinda,” she toasted again merrily. “Good bitch of the South.”

“Judy Garland’s ghost will haunt you for that,” I laughed, and then drank along with her.

With a can of beer inside me and a lot of laughing, I had a little buzz on; I couldn’t remember ever having so much fun. Belinda and I weren’t the only girls there, but all the others seemed to be partnered up. Andrew hadn’t turned up yet, so even though Belinda had the appearance of a single girl, in reality I was just about the only one.

Belinda was playing a game of Guess the Major with me, pointing out a more or less geeky guy and trying to guess his Major. Her knowledge of science was pretty limited, so I kept guessing ever more improbable and nerdy branches of mathematics and physics, making up justifications for my choices based on how they looked and what they wore.

“What about that guy?” she asked, nodding towards a short, round guy wearing a red T-shirt with a silver triangle that looked like a super-hero insignia.

“Easy,” I said. “Spherical Trigonometry.”

Belinda giggled dutifully at my wit. “And him?” a tall gaunt guy with a droopy moustache.

“String theory,” I said, deadpan.

“That’s not a real thing,” she giggled. “How can you have a theory of string? What about sticky-tape theory?”

“They missed a golden opportunity there,” I said. “They called the next one Super-String Theory instead.”

“You’re making this up!” she poked me.

“I am not!” I laughed. “Don’t you want to know what came next?”

“Super-Dooper String Theory?” she guessed.

“That’s pretty close,” I laughed. “Second Super-String Theory.”

“And they let these people walk around free?” she snorted.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe,” I said. “Physicists hardly ever leave the lab. The ones here are all high-functioning.”

“You’re not very nice to your fellow geeks, you know,” she said, laughing.

“They’re not my geeks,” I smiled. “I’ve had two beers. I have the I.Q. of a humanities undergrad now.”

“Jeannie!” she hissed at me with a big grin. “Wicked bitch of the West!”

“I told you, don’t go there,” I drained my can of beer and felt a warm buzz in my middle. “Judy Garland’s ghost will rip off your head and shit down your neck.”

“You’re having fun, aren’t you?” she laughed. “Let’s get you another beer and then we can find you some nice men.”

We were making our way over to the beer-ute when Belinda’s phone rang.

“It’s Andrew,” she said. “Hang on, it’s probably some lame excuse for why he’s late.”

She answered it, but couldn’t hear properly over the music. She caught my eye and held up a finger – just one minute – and then trotted off to find a quieter place.

I realised with a chill that I was all alone without my wing-girl for protection, and yep, everyone was watching me. Well, not everyone exactly, just all the single guys. I felt like a leg of lamb dropped into the shark tank, and in a moment they would start to feed.

I looked around in desperation, thinking that maybe I could mitigate things by choosing my own guy to talk to. As I searched the faces, one guy stepped through the crowd, searching around like he was lost. He was pretty short, about 5’6″, but still taller than me even in low heels. He looked well-dressed in jeans and an open collar shirt that showed off a strong neck and a little bit of hair on his chest. His beard made it hard to tell the shape of his face, but he had cute cheekbones, dark eyes and thick, wavy, dark brown hair.

Still scanning the faces in the crowd, his eyes passed straight over me and then, like a delayed reaction, I saw them widen and flick back again, almost imperceptibly dropping to take in the tight bodice of my dress before he locked back onto my eyes.

I almost looked away, but with the boldness gained by a couple of cans of beer I kept eye contact and smiled. He was cute and exactly the type of guy that Belinda had brought me here to meet.

Miraculously, he came towards me. Oh shit, here goes. I wish I had another drink.

“Hi,” he said simply. “I’m looking for someone.”

Oh my goodness, that was bold! I guess I came here looking for someone too, but I’m hardly about to march up to a stranger and announce it.

“Well, perhaps you’ve found her,” I smiled. Holy crap! Who said that? ‘Cos it sure as shit wasn’t the Jeannie I grew up with!

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A gentle breeze from the open window kisses my skin, stiffening my nipples to stiff peaks.

I groan and stretch, still half asleep, and reach for the cotton sheet that has slipped away during the stifling heat of the night. I pull it back over me, one leg still exposed to the thankfully cooler air. The sheet has bunched together between my legs and as I tug it back up it pulls taut across my pussy. I squeeze my thighs together and feel a pulse deep in my cunt. Relaxing my legs I fall back into a light slumber, trying to recapture the dream I had been enjoying which involved me getting pounded by my husband and his two best friends.

I feel a soft heat on my exposed foot and twitch my toes, but the warmth is persistent and becomes a wet heat as a tongue tip is gently run along the arch of my foot. I am still half asleep but I am all too aware of the attention my foot is receiving. The tongue flattens against me as it traces the arch and again I feel that pulse in my pussy. I am fully awake now but keep my breathing regular in order to feign sleep. The hot breath centres on my big toe before a wet mouth encircles the tip, slowly taking it all in. I recognise that the mouth is replicating on my toe the way I take a cock into my mouth. Slowly taking in the head while creating a tight seal with my lips before gently tickling the tip with my tongue. My toe is basically getting a blowjob and it feels fucking amazing.

It’s a job to keep my breathing regular and I involuntarily groan but it could pass as a sleep noise. The mouth pauses, alternating hot breaths and cool blows on my toe. I pretend to stretch and roll over onto my front, still ‘asleep’. The tongue resumes tickling the now exposed arch of my foot while the other foot is covered and held gently by a warm hand before mouth and hand switch places. My toes are hooked over the edge of the bed and I feel thumbs pressing into both arches, massaging up towards my heel and back down. It does something to me and I squeeze my thighs together, my wetness apparent. The hands bring my feet together and I feel the softer skin of a cock running over my soles. I move my feet apart slightly to trap the hardening cock between them, then hold my heels together forming a tight gap. The cock is now fully hard and starts to gently pump back and forth between my feet.

Hands grip my ankles kozan escort gently, the heat from their palms warming me as they slide up over my calves, thumbs caressing the backs of my knees, then gently squeezing soft flesh as they reach my thighs. The hard cock continues to fuck my soft feet as the hands travel back down my thighs, over my calves and once again grip my ankles. I can no longer pretend to be asleep as my breathing has quickened and I can’t help but tilt my hips into the mattress to push my arse out invitingly but I maintain the illusion and keep my eyes closed.

He holds my feet together and pumps his cock at a faster pace for a few strokes before withdrawing. I hear him rooting in a drawer behind him with one hand whilst keeping a warm grip on one ankle with the other, reluctant to break contact.

I feel a weight as he mounts the bed, sitting astride my calves, his balls resting heavily on the backs of my knees.

I shiver in anticipation and am not disappointed when I feel a trickle of warm oil dribble onto my arse and slip between my cheeks. The hands softly palm my cheeks, spreading the oil and kneading my plump rear before resuming their attention to my thighs. We achieve a hypnotic rhythm. His hands travel up my inner thighs as I raise my arse then they splay over my cheeks before returning back down over my outer thighs and I sink back into the bed. I’m not subtle in my need but he wants to tease me, running his thumbs tantalisingly close to my rosebud on the upsweep of his strokes. I feel his balls contract and tickle the backs of my legs as he massages my backside. After a few minutes of teasing even he can’t resist and he shuffles further up my legs, his cock bobbing and tapping me as he settles on my lower thighs. He continues to knead my arse cheeks, exposing my rosebud with each sweep of his hands and edging closer with his thumbs until he presses gently on my hole with each pass of his hands. My hole contracts at his touch and winks enticingly, he alters his rhythm so his hands are working alternately, one cheek being kneaded while the other hand massages oil into my puckered hole.

He doesn’t penetrate, just using the flat of his thumb to just press lightly before it’s gone only to be replaced by the other thumb. This drives me wild and while I’m pushing my arse out kumluca escort at him encouragingly he knows I appreciate the slow burn as much as a quick hard fuck and refuses to let me lead this dance.

Gradually his thumbs linger more on my rosebud and less on my bountiful bottom. They take turns to circle my hole, keeping a constant pressure and as I start to relax he slips one thumb into my dark hole and his fingers find my wet pussy. He groans in delight, roughly squeezing my arse cheek with his other hand before giving it a sharp slap.

Giving up the pretence of sleep, I push back onto his thumb and fingers, the feeling of fullness making me moan. He lifts onto his knees giving me room to shift my position and I draw my knees in so my bottom is in the air and my face pressed against my pillow all the while his thumb and fingers occupy my holes. He withdraws slowly and I can’t help but whimper at the loss but his thumb is soon replaced by his tongue. He is no longer slow and sensual, eating me like it’s his last meal. I can feel my pussy juices start to run down my legs as he laps at me, sucking on my clit before licking all the way up to my darkest hole and making his tongue rigid to plunge into that place that only he has entered.

I turn my head to peep between my legs and see him pumping his hard cock in his hand as he’s eating me out. I love to see him working his cock, there’s something so sexy about a guy just lazily wanking himself into oblivion but today I need that cock inside me.

‘Give me that cock’, I almost growl in my need. I push my upper body up until I’m on hands and knees and wiggle my arse at him. He gives me another stinging slap before sliding his cock into my oily arse crack and sliding it back and forth, my pussy juices coating his balls. I reach between my legs and gently pull and fondle his balls before giving a slightly harder squeeze. ‘Now,’ I say, ‘ I need your cock inside me.’ He steadies himself with hands on my hips, pulling back slightly to let his cock find my soaking slit. I gyrate my hips to help his fat cock head find my opening, moaning as I feel it stretch my pussy lips and I move back and forth just slightly so I’m fucking him but only taking the head of his cock inside me, teasing.

He reaches forward and gathers my long brown hair into one lara escort fist, tugging my head backwards and pulling me into an almost upright position. His chest is now pressed into my back and he pulls my hair to one side so he can grunt in my ear, his breath hot on my neck, just one word. ‘Beg’.

I almost cum at this, I can feel a heat building in my pussy and spreading outwards. ‘Please,’ I gasp ‘I want your cock inside me. I want you to use my cunt. Fuck me hard and fill my pussy with your cum.’ He releases my hair and grabs at my tits, using them to hold me up he slams his dick forwards into my cunt. I moan and pant loudly as he pulls out and slams back into me, my pussy so wet it sloshes noisily as he fucks me hard.

It’s all too much, his cock filling my cunt and the noises it makes combined with our panting. I reach down to rub my clit and he relinquishes his hold on my tits to enable me to use one hand to hold myself up while I rub that hard button furiously. He grabs at my hair with one hand, the other loosely around my throat, cock pounding into my pussy and I cum hard. Heat spreading through my body, fingers tingling and legs shaking I scream his name. My pussy twitching around his cock brings him closer to his climax. I am spent from cumming so hard and am back in the arse up, face down position, still shaking and unable to hold myself up.

He grasps my hips and pistons his cock into my sopping wet hole, muttering to himself with each stroke, calling me names on each inward thrust, slut, whore, fuckhole. I begin to touch my clit again. It’s tender to the touch but I get so fucking hot when he talks to me like that I know I’ll be cumming again in seconds. He’s still thrusting, almost incoherent with lust now and I can feel his cock get even thicker and harder as it prepares to fill my cunt. ‘You want this cum?’ He grunts. ‘Fuck yes, please fill my fucking pussy’ I groan, rubbing frantically now at my clit. He starts to slow his pace but is now pumping my cunt so slowly and deeply that I’m in a pleasure-pain freefall as I cum again, bucking on his cock. He lets out a loud groan, ‘oohhh fuck’ and pushes deep into me he pumps ribbons of cum deep into my pussy, his throbbing cock syncing with my pulsing pussy walls. He starts to thrust into me again as the last of his cum erupts, gradually coming to a halt and we both collapse sideways onto the bed. We lie there, loosely spooning and regaining our equilibrium, our combined fluids drying on his cock and his hot spunk dribbling slowly out of my pussy. Our breathing slowing to a regular rhythm.

‘Your turn for breakfast’ I say, tapping his arse gently.

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I would rather have been somewhere else, anywhere else, but definitely not trudging along the side of this road in the pouring rain. I’d left Montreal an hour earlier and was now heading south on Highway 15, making for the US border at Blackpool, Quebec. If I was very, very lucky, I’d get a lift before I got to the border, which would make the crossing that much easier, at least, that’s what I’d thought an hour ago. Now I was just dripping wet and moving on automatic pilot. As I heard a vehicle come, my arm, with thumb extended, would swing out until it had passed, and would then swing back down, all without breaking stride.

Another half an hour passed before a bright red Kia Rio with New York plates pulled in to the side of the road in front of me, right blinker flashing. I increased my pace, opened the passenger door and practically dived in, out of that miserable rain. “Thanks for stopping,” I gasped “I’ve been feeling more and more like a drowned rat for several miles now. I’m heading for Boston, but anywhere south of here will be just fine.”

The driver, a very pretty woman of about my own age, with long black hair, smiled at me, “I can take you as far as Swanton, Vermont. You can pick up Interstate 89 there, that’ll take you south to Interstate 93, then Boston. Too easy.”

We settled back into the ride, crossed the border with no problem and introduced each other. I’m Ritchie, a twenty-two year old grad student at McGill in Montreal, studying psychology, but on a sabbatical for a year to get my bearings. Sue, who lived in New York, had inherited a house just outside Swanton from her grandparents, and as it was on Lake Champlain, had taken a year off work to just relax in the country.

It wasn’t far to Swanton, but by the time we got there it was not only beginning to get dark, but was raining harder than ever, simply bucketing down. “That settles it!” exclaimed Sue. “Unless you have a good reason not to, you’re coming to stay with me tonight, and I’ll drive you to the 89 on-ramp first thing tomorrow morning. I have a spare room and you’re very welcome to use it, if that’s alright with you?”

“It is as long as it doesn’t put you out, or cause you any problems.” I replied eagerly. “The thought of getting back out into this was beginning to worry me.”

“You won’t cause me any problems, Ritchie. I live a little more than a mile outside the village, far enough that no-one will see us. And in any case, what business is it of theirs!”

“As long as it’s alright then I welcome your offer, Sue. I can’t believe how nasty it is out there. I don’t want to be there!” I replied with a laugh.

The house turned out to be a beautiful, one-story cottage, on the east bank of Lake Champlain, right on the water. We pulled into the drive, I leaped out to open the garage door, hey I was already soaked through, and Sue drove in. I found the light switch, turned it on and closed the door, shutting out the hammering rain. We entered the cottage through the door from the garage, by which time I was shivering almost uncontrollably. My last dash through the rain had made me realize just how cold I really was, and I needed to get warm quickly before hypothermia set in.

“Sue, I have to have a shower. Is your hot water system on?”

“It should be.” she replied. “the bathroom’s first door on the left, I’ll get you a couple of towels.”

The bathroom was larger than I’d expected, with a tub and, hallelujah, a separate shower. I took my rucksack in with me for clean, dry clothes, stripped off my cold, wet clothes, turned on the shower with shaking hands and within minutes was standing, still shivering, in a drenching spray of hot water which filled the room with steam

I heard the door open. “Ritchie!” Sue called through the wall of steam. “I’ve left a couple of towels on the sink and there’s a robe hanging behind the door. Don’t hurry. I’ve turned the furnace on and the heat’s coming up.”

I stayed in the shower for about half an hour and by the time I came out was red and wrinkled. But warm! The towels were thick, the robe a thick terry towel and delightfully comfortable. I was back in the land of the living!

Sue was right, the central heating had made the cottage comfortable and livable, and she had lit a fire that was crackling in the grate, beginning to throw out waves of heat, so when I entered the living area, I collapsed into an oversize recliner and stretched out, still bothered by the odd shiver, I had been so chilled. The shower hadn’t cleared my chill completely, and in spite of the warmth of the living room, it would take a while until I was totally warm.

“I bet a hot chocolate would go down well, about now, Ritchie!” exclaimed Sue, as she came up to me with two steaming mugs. I took one, curls of steam rising from it, while Sue placed hers on the end table between my chair and a second recliner, in which she sat. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a fifth of Jack Daniels and poured a healthy slug into each kocasinan escort mug. “I didn’t ask, but you look as if you need it.” she grinned.

I sipped my chocolate and felt the warmth spreading down inside me and all around my body. “Sue, that was a life saver.” I smiled at her. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so cold, and living up here, I’ve been cold a lot of times.”

“What on earth made you hitchhike in this weather, and so late in the day?” asked Sue.

“Today was my last day of classes.” I replied. “They didn’t finish until noon so by the time I’d had something to eat, gotten over the Champlain bridge and down to Highway 15, it was getting on for three. And then it started to rain, and rain, and rain. There was no shelter so I just had to stand there and suck it up. When you stopped, I was just about at the end of my rope. You have no idea how grateful I was, and am.”

“You’re very welcome, Ritchie. I just couldn’t bear to see you standing there in the pouring rain, dripping.” Sue had been watching me as we spoke and appeared to be liking what she saw, liking it very much. I’m one meter eighty-eight tall, eighty-two kilos, blue eyed, blond haired, clean shaven and am considered not bad looking.

I, meanwhile, had been sneaking glances at Sue since I came in from the shower, and now that I was back in the land of the living, was noticing just what a beautiful woman she was, dressed, as she was, in a tight, pale blue polo shirt and faded jeans. The black hair and pretty face I had noticed earlier, but her petite size, about one meter sixty, slim build, and what looked like B-cup breasts had not registered Now they did, and despite my best efforts I felt a stirring in my groin and noticed that the robe over my cock had moved a little. ‘Down boy!’ was the urgent message I sent to my cock. ‘This is neither the time nor the place!’

I felt my face blushing, which Sue must have noticed, because she grinned and asked, “Everything alright, Ritchie? You looked a little anxious for a minute.”

“No everything’s fine, Sue. Just had a bit of a shiver I think.” I replied, knowing full well that my face was still red.

“I’m going to make us fried egg sandwiches for supper.” she said, still grinning. “That alright with you?”

“Wonderful. Can I help?” I replied, hoping and praying that she’d decline, because I would embarrass the hell out of myself if I had to stand up with my cock sticking out in front of me.

Sue did decline, but what I didn’t find out until later was that she’d noticed the tenting of my robe and was taking pity on me. She’d wait to find out what was under my robe until after supper.

The sandwiches were delicious. Sue had bought a couple of baguettes before she left Montreal, and in spite of the rain and the humidity, they were still crisp and wonderful. She had sliced some tomatoes to go with them and we ate to our hearts’ content. A bottle of wine accompanied the meal to make it perfect.

After dinner, after we’d stacked the dishes in the dishwasher, and added a couple of logs to the fire, we relaxed in our chairs, I was stretched out in mine, Sue was curled up in hers. Having finished the wine, neither of us was feeling much pain.

“Any particular reason you’re going to Boston, Ritchie?” she asked me.

“No, it’s just somewhere I’ve never been, but is a city I’ve always wanted to visit. There’s so much history there, I just want to see it. After that, who knows! I’ve always had itchy feet, it’ll be wherever my feet want to take me.”

“How wonderful that sounds!” exclaimed Sue. “I’ve always loved to travel myself, but I usually know where I’m going to, everything arranged in advance. Your way sounds like so much more fun.”

She yawned. “I don’t know about you, but I’m going to go to bed. It seems as though it’s been a very long day, though it hasn’t been nearly as long as yours must feel.”

“I’ll let you clear the bathroom, then I’ll follow you. By the way, you didn’t show me where my room is.”

Sue blushed deeply. “I don’t have a second bedroom, Ritchie. I was going to put you up on the sofa, but now I know you better, and like you a lot, I’d like you to come and sleep with me. But only if you want to, that is.”

“Want to! I’ve been watching you all evening, Sue, and am totally taken with you. Of course I’d like to sleep with you. I’d be crazy if I didn’t! Anyone would be!”

I got up, stood in front of her and pulled her up until we were embracing. “My, aren’t you a short lady.” I whispered as I held her close, the top of her fead fitting snugly under my chin. She felt so good.

“Short!” she giggled. “You’re not short, I can feel you growing against me, and you feel as if you’re going to be just the right size!”

“You fresh thing, you!” I spluttered. “I know he’s just the right size, and I’ll be happy to share him with you.”

“I thought you’d never ask!” giggled Sue. “I thought you were going to give me konak escort a demonstration just before supper, but I took pity on you and let you sit as I got the food ready. Besides, much as I wanted to see him, I knew I’d get to see him later on.”

“You had it all figured out, didn’t you, you little minx!” I grinned. “But you’ll have to wait just a little longer, because I’m only wearing this robe while you’re wearing far too many clothes. I think I should take some of them off before we go any further. I’m longing to see your body.”

I reached down, pulled her polo shirt out of her jeans, and lifted it over her head. Her breasts nestled in the cups of a white, lace, front clasp bra, which quickly followed her shirt to the floor.

Her firm, white breasts felt wonderful, as I caressed them with my fingertips, her long, pink nipples hardening and thrusting out of puffy pebbled areolas as I touched them. As I continued to stroke them, loving the feeling, she unfastened the belt of my robe, and her small hand closed around the hardness and softness of my long, thick cock. “I cheat!” she giggled, stroking the length of my cock with a big grin on her face. “I was right, wasn’t I! He’s not at all short, is he!”

Sue’s jeans and pale blue panties came off next, and I fell to my knees to kiss her beautiful breasts, to suckle her hard, pink nipples and puffy areolas, my suckling making her moan with happiness. Her mound was covered in trimmed, short black hair, her slit obvious and aromatic.

I kissed the valley between her breasts, my cheeks stroked by the swell of each breast. More kisses, down her chest, into her belly button, down into the trimmed hair of her mound, where my tongue sought out her slit and delved into it, licking her juices, finding her clit, rubbing it as she moaned and shook above me. She tasted delicious. I closed my lips around her clit, sucked it into my mouth and flicked its head with the tip of my tongue until she screamed, and exploded into her climax, spraying my face with her cum.

I stood quickly, held her trembling, whimpering body in my arms, to prevent her from falling to the floor. When she quieted, I bent over and whispered in her ear “The bedroom, Sue, let’s go to the bedroom.” She took my hand and led me to a room with a big bed, turned and began to undress me, pretty easy as I was only wearing a robe and she’d already unbelted that.

I drew in a long, whistling breath as Sue’s hands closed on my cock again, the sensations making it twitch. She saw, for the first time, that I was shaved, completely shaved which, if anything, emphasized the length of my cock. She looked up at me, a big smile on her face, “I want you Ritchie, I want that inside me, right now. Come and lie down.”

I did as instructed, and Sue straddled my hips, still stroking my cock, sending incredible feelings flooding through my body. She rose above my loins, raised my cock until it was at the mouth of her cunt and dropped, engulfing my cock until it was totally inside her. I lay quietly, feeling the muscles of her cunt clenching and releasing, clenching and releasing, as if to squeeze the sperm out of my cock and balls.

I reached up, and as she began to move, sliding my cock in and out of her hot and hungry cunt, I stroked her cute little breasts, pulling on the prominent, hard nipples and puffy areoles. The combined attack on both her upper and lower erogenous zones produced a profusion of moans and whimpers that grew in intensity and volume until she screamed, exploded in a shuddering orgasm and collapsed on my chest, where I held her as firmly but as gently as I could, until her shuddering and whimpering subsided and she was literally purring in my arms.

“You didn’t cum.” she muttered. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Sue, Sue, you did nothing wrong,” I reassured her, kissing her to comfort her. “I just take a while to cum sometimes. Would you like me to pull out?”

“Don’t you dare pull out, Ritchie, you feel wonderful inside me, and when it twitches, it sends incredible sensations pouring through me.”

I kissed her again, she kissed me deeply, still purring like a happy kitten. I moved and made my cock twitch at the same time, and as she gasped, I rolled us over until I was lying on top of her in the traditional missionary position. It wasn’t that I was a particularly traditional person, hell, I liked variety as much as anyone, but I wanted to be face to face with this pretty woman, with whom I was becoming inordinately fond, as I made love to her.

She smiled up at me as I began to thrust into her, her eyes closing now and then as sensation overcame her. “Cum with me, Sue,” I muttered as I felt the pressure build in my balls. “Please cum with me.”

“Yes, my dear Ritchie, I’m so close, any second now, I want to feel your sperm entering me. Please!”

“Now Sue, Now!” I screamed as my climax thundered over me, my balls retracted, and my seed spurted into her, jet after konyaaltı escort jet of thick, white seed that splashed deep inside her.

Her scream echoed mine as we shared an orgasm that very few people have the good fortune to share. As we shook and trembled in each other’s arms we rolled onto our sides and kissed and stroked each other, wondering at the unexpected happiness that each of us was feeling, but happy as we were, we were also tired after what been, at least for me, a thoroughly exhausting day. In addition, the sex and the heat of the room must have knocked us right out, because the next thing I knew I was waking up and the grey of dawn was in the windows.

Where was I, where the hell was I? Then I felt a body cuddled up against me, a wonderfully smelling body, and I remembered, and a smile spread across my face. I crawled quietly down under the sheets and blankets, eased myself between Sue’s parted legs and I began to lick her still swollen and still moist lips, relishing the taste of our mingled cum from the previous night. As I licked, I felt her lips part and the soft folds of her inner lips extended to meet me, allowing me to suck them into my mouth, to caress them with my eager tongue. They felt and tasted so very good. I became aware of sound and movement above me, soft moaning, writhing. Her clit was hard and protruding from beneath its hood as I sucked it into my mouth, suckled it, until Sue was quickly overcome by an orgasm, not so big this morning, but enough for her to spray her cum on my face.

I scooted up her body, and with a big grin greeted her. “Good morning Sue. Now wasn’t that better than any alarm clock you ever owned?”

“Wow, that’s all I can say is wow! Thank you, sweetheart, that was a wonderful way to wake up.” she gasped. “I kind of like having you around Ritchie. When you fell asleep last night I stayed awake, enjoying the afterglow, and I had a few ideas. I’d like to make a proposition. Oh dear, it’s a bit late for me to be propositioning you, isn’t it!” she added with a giggle. “Simply, it’s this, can I come with you when you leave this morning. I have a car and it would make traveling so much easier, but please, Ritchie, you’re under no obligation at all, if you’d rather travel on your own I’ll completely understand. But I’ll miss you, and not just for your wake-up calls!”

I was silent for a while as I thought about this proposition. I had had every intention of being on my own, meeting a lot of new and interesting people as I went, having a lot of sex. Of course! But now I been given the opportunity to travel with a beautiful companion, a beautiful companion with a car yet, which seemed like a wonderful opportunity. It didn’t hurt that I’d grown very fond of Sue in the short time I’d known her.

The silence stretched out as I weighed my options, and it became obvious to me that the corners of Sue’s mouth were beginning to droop as she feared the worst. She might have pretended that my decision didn’t really matter, but I’d have been a fool if I’d thought that she didn’t really want to come. And I realized, quite simply, that I wanted her to come, that I really liked this beautiful little woman, that I would love her company, whether she had a car or not. “Sue, I’d love to have your company.” I whispered. “I know we’ve only just met, but I already like you very much and I think we could have a lot of fun together. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather travel with.”

Tears appeared in her eyes, she flung herself into my arms and sobbed her thanks into my neck. “Thank you, Ritchie, I’ll not be a burden to you, I promise. If you decide later that you’d prefer to be on your own, just tell me and I’ll be on my way. I hope that doesn’t happen, but who knows? You’ll be under no obligation.” I held her tightly. There wasn’t much I could say, so I didn’t try. I was entering into this with every intention of our having a wonderful time, and that’s how it would be.

She kissed me, her eyes still full of tears. “We don’t need to hurry, do we?” she whispered, and her kisses moved down my chest, over my stomach, until she sucked my flaccid cock into her mouth, caressing it with her tongue, encouraging it to come to life. I could feel the excitement flow through me, felt my cock begin to swell in her mouth as she licked it, suckled it. My foreskin slipped back over the head and the tip of her tongue found the little slit in the head, found the oh-so-sensitive skin behind the head and began to rub it, faster and faster, as her hand stroked the shaft. With such wonderful ministrations I didn’t last long, and within minutes was pumping stream after stream of my thick white cum into her willing mouth, filling it, forcing her to swallow.

Her smiling face appeared before mine, a streak of my cum in one corner of her mouth that she licked off with relish. “Good morning to you too, sweetheart. I think I’m going to enjoy waking up with you. Now, I’d better go and pack then I’m going to have a shower, maybe we could shower together? There’s a Mickey D’s in Swanton, just before we get to the I89, so perhaps we can get something to eat there. No, you idiot, I mean breakfast, not, oh, that feels good, but stop it, we’ve got lots of time for that. Oh Ritchie, I’m so glad I’m coming with you, thank you so much.”

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It’s a game we play you and I. Two people, so comfortable in each other’s arms and, with each other’s thoughts, pretending to be complete strangers. What is to come, a complete mystery. The only thing predetermined is the location and approximate time. Today, as always, we arrive separately. This time, it’s the grocery store.

Our eyes first meet in of all sections, produce. I nonchalantly raise an cantaloupe to my nose, testing its ripeness, its readiness. You flash a mischievous half grin and run your fingers up and down one of the cucumbers in front of you. I die laughing, but keep it on the inside. I suppose I deserved that for picking such an obvious innuendo. No, our encounter will not begin that easily. I regain my composure, turn my back, and walk away.

Soon, the mundane nature of grocery shopping takes over and I find myself absent-mindedly browsing the aisles. Ramen noodles give me flash backs of college as I recall steak being a total luxury. In fact, the noodles back then were even generic. Makes me laugh to think about it now. We meet again, finding ourselves walking in the opposite direction down the same aisle. Glances and nods are exchanged but nothing more.

I find my shopping being placed on the back burner. I walk up and down the edge of the store looking down each aisle. If I happen to catch sight of you, there is always an excuse to join you. Something on each shelf is completely necessary. It’s not you I’m after. Our looks begin to linger a little longer with each encounter.

I have already surveyed your left hand. The absence of a ring lets me know you’re available. The charade has completely taken over by now. I find myself trying to build up the courage to ask for your number. I never do. Only glance, smile, and continue my shopping.

Then, melikgazi escort the totally unplanned happens. I’m kneeling at the end of an aisle looking at spaghetti ingredients when you round the corner and I find myself eye level and mere inches from your waist. I inhale deeply hoping to steal a sample of your perfume, and perhaps your arousal. Perfume is all that is detected, but a 6th sense allows me to know the other is present as well. I stand, our eyes lock, and I stumble over my words. “Excuse me.”, is all I can mutter and once again walk away.

I finally find myself in the checkout line. I look over to find you have decided to check out as well. I quickly inventory your basket and it seems as if we’ve shared a shopping list. “Great minds.”, pops into my head and begin to stack my items on the conveyor belt behind the divider placed by the gentleman in front of me. Soon, the last beep is heard, my items are bagged, and I pay and head out to my car.

I watch you as you wheel your basket across the parking lot and catch you looking back at me. I have given up any hopes of getting to know you better. Perhaps we’ll meet here again one day. Then, just as I’m fumbling for my keys, I feel a pair of hands bracket my waist. I twist as your arms come together around my back and pull me in until our lips crush one another with urgency. My unguided shopping cart wobbles aimlessly until it comes to rest against a parking curb. There is something about a woman being sexually aggressive that makes me instantly hard. I savor the moment only briefly. I pull back and fumble once again in my pocket for my keys. Once my door is unlocked, I reach behind me and open the door.

A controlled fall finds us in the front seat of my car. I scoot the seat menemen escort back as far as possible and lower the back while twisting around until I am on top of you. Though I’m in a position of power, you’re the one who’s totally in control. Our lips meet again, this time gently, teasingly. I kiss the lower corner of your bottom lip and place gentle kisses until I’ve made the entire circumference of your full lips. Gentle teasing with my tongue coaxes yours out. Soon, our kisses are as urgent as the first.

I kiss my way down to your neck and nibble up and down your neck taking time to suckle on your ear lobes. I feel your breathing become more labored as I kiss further down into your cleavage and unbutton your shirt kissing lower as each bit of flesh is exposed. You’ve worn a front clasp bra. I too have prepared for this encounter. Earlier in the day a well placed shot from a bb gun as darkened this portion of the parking lot. Enough dim light trickles through the windows to illuminate your perfect breasts as my mouth lowers taking each nipple between my lips and teasing with the tip of my tongue. Knowing we’re not in total privacy, my journey hastens down across your stomach until I have reached my goal.

A few more buttons undone reveals your panty covered mound. I dive in and kiss and lick through the cotton coaxing whimpers and moans which seem to come from deep within your throat. As I look up, you see my mouth totally covering you. My eyes request permission and you nod letting me know it’s okay to go further. You raise your butt off my car seat as I pull your skirt along with your panties up and over your knees but not completely off. A quick re-robe may be in order.

I feel your knees draw up; Your skirt and panties, now behind my meram escort head, pull me toward you once again. My tongue extends to meet your glistening petals. It delves inside and back up finding your clitoris. I can feel the little nub stiffen as the tip of my tongue glides across it. It seems to come out further, reaching for me as I reach for it. I run my hands up and down your thighs as I probe. Finally, I bring my hands up and hold you open so my lips and tongue have full access to your now dripping sex.

I feel your entire body tense and shudder as I hit the right spots, moving off of them briefly to allow the anticipation build within you. Soon however, my lips purse your clit and do not let go. My tongue flicks across and back and forth until your moans become muffled screams. I can faintly hear you begging me to stop but I do not listen. I am trapped in my own little world which is inhabited only by my mouth and your beautiful pussy. Without warning, your thighs clamp around my head as your body tenses and raises off the seat. I know my tongue has delivered intense pleasure throughout your entire body simply by flicking one tiny portion of your anatomy. The control seems to have returned to my court. There is nothing better than bringing a woman to such an intense climax.

I open my door and step out allowing you some privacy while you re-dress. An unnecessary gesture perhaps having just been so intimate. You step out of the car, thank me with a quick peck on the lips and disappear into the darkness.

On my way home, I catch sight of you in my rear view mirror. I do believe you’re following me. I begin thinking to myself that this evening just keeps getting better and better. Then, without warning, you turn. I feel the slight pains of disappointment but soon find myself back at home putting up my groceries. I can’t help but grin ear to ear as I pull one of the cantaloupes out of my bag remembering our minutes old tryst.

I resign myself to watch some television before bed and begin mindlessly changing channels. Soon, a knock at the door.

I smile…

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Stephanie, 45, is the owner of a small but successful catering business serving mostly upscale clients. After several years of participating in all aspects of the business, and working an outrageous and exhausting schedule in the process, she now has a capable staff that allows her to spend more time running the business instead of letting it run her. Stephanie is striking. She’s voluptuous but fit. She stands 5-7, weighs about 140 pounds, and has measurements of 38-28-39 with a 32F bra size. A brunette, her hair hangs to about her shoulder blades. Her eyes are hazel. She’s been married to Zach, 48, for 21 years. They have a son, Hunter, who is 18. Stephanie and Zach are happily married, but they have their ups and downs like most couples.

Adam, 25, and his brother run a coffee shop they opened about a year ago in a recently gentrified section of town. Adam has been an avid soccer player since he was a youngster, and played on school teams in high school and college, where he studied business. He continues to play local club soccer, working it around his busy schedule, and has kept his athletic body remarkably fit. He stands 5-10, weighs about 145 pounds and has dark blonde hair that he often wears a little shaggy. His penis is circumcised and is a little more than 8 inches long at full erection. Adam has been dating Alicia, 25, for several years. They have discussed living together.

———-

The phone was ringing when Stephanie, Zach and Hunter arrived home from dining out. They still had a landline, one of those vestiges of home that Stephanie and Zach still liked. In fact, several other families in the old-school, close-knit neighborhood had landlines, so chances were good this call was from a neighbor.

“Hello?” Stephanie said as Zach and Hunter filed past her. “Hi, Adam. … Yes. We just got home. … Yeah, he’s here. Just a sec.”

Stephanie held up the phone as Hunter turned around, took it from her, sat down at the kitchen table and began chatting. Stephanie and Zach went upstairs and began their evening rituals, changing clothes and going their separate ways for a couple hours until bedtime. In sweatpants, a T-shirt and slippers, Stephanie went back downstairs to her cozy home office to catch up on email and look over her schedule for the rest of the week.

She could hear Hunter talking on the phone, but could only make out a few words here and there. A few days ago she suggested Hunter, who was still trying to decide on a college, give Adam a call. There already was a connection. Adam’s family lived a couple of blocks away, and Stephanie and Zach were friends of Adam’s parents. When Hunter was 11, he started playing soccer, on a local youth team coached by Adam, who was well-known around the neighborhood as a smart, friendly and polite young man.

Hunter liked soccer, and was coached by Adam on various teams over the years, but eventually he developed other interests and stopped playing at around the time Adam went off to college. They’d remained friends, but not close friends. Like Hunter, Adam was a good student and had fully embraced everything about college life, from the academics to the extracurriculars.

Stephanie looked up from her desk about an hour later and heard Hunter wrapping up the conversation. She then heard him walking upstairs to his bedroom. She was happy Hunter and Adam had such a long talk, and she made a mental note to follow up with Hunter in the morning.

It was getting closer to bedtime, so Stephanie shut down her laptop and began to organize a few things on her desk. Finished, she paused, leaned back in her chair and exhaled, but she wasn’t quite ready to go upstairs.

In the silence she began to flash back to memories of Hunter’s soccer days, how much she enjoyed taking him to practice, watching his matches, seeing how much fun he was having. It was a great experience for him, and for Stephanie and Zach as proud parents.

Soon, however, Stephanie’s thoughts drifted to Adam. It was as if she was having a delayed reaction to hearing his voice on the phone earlier.

First and foremost, she liked Adam and how good he had been for Hunter over the years, perhaps even a bit of a role model as a good student and a decent young man. She’d enjoyed her conversations with Adam, who struck her as warm, intelligent, compassionate, and perhaps even a bit sensitive.

There had been plenty of times after practice when Stephanie and Adam would chat while Hunter packed up his gear and mingled with his teammates for a while. Or sometimes, when practice drills were being run by an assistant coach, Adam would wander over and engage in longer conversations. He was polite and attentive to the other parents as well, but Stephanie began to feel there was something different about the way Adam interacted with her.

Some of their conversations over the course of the season were super casual. Others had a bit more depth. Stephanie remembered feeling flattered when Adam began asking her for advice about situations lefkoşa escort with his girlfriend. He seemed very open about his feelings, yet not in such a way that made him seem less masculine. There was an intelligence to their conversations that both of them seemed to enjoy.

She missed those chats during the offseason, when she rarely saw Adam or heard anything about him from Hunter.

Stephanie had wondered if Adam was attracted to her. At first she thought perhaps he didn’t feel comfortable talking about relationship issues with his mother. Yet she also detected a certain happiness in his eyes, voice and manner when they spent time together. Adam had never crossed a line, however. In fact, he’d never said anything remotely inappropriate.

Yes, Stephanie had seen him glancing at her breasts, but she didn’t really think anything of it at the time. His girlfriend, Alicia, was lean and athletic with small breasts, so he probably was just curious. And, unfortunately, men eyeing her breasts had been part of Stephanie’s life since she was young. She never really got used to it, but she was confident in herself and her body. There were far more important things to worry about than trying to keep track of the glances.

For a long time, Stephanie had zero thoughts about Adam as anything other than her son’s soccer coach and one of the many people who were part of the tight-knit neighborhood. Then one day when she went to pick up Hunter from practice, she saw Adam out on the pitch with the team, participating in its scrimmage and drills.

He was shirtless. He was sweaty. Stephanie noticed the way his body moved, forcefully and athletically yet gracefully. She noticed the muscles in his legs, his back, his chest, shoulders and arms. She noticed the way his torso tapered nicely into his shorts. For the first time, she saw him as a man. A desirable man.

Of course, Stephanie knew about Alicia, who also happened to be at practice that day, watching from the other side of the pitch. As practice ended, Stephanie watched Adam run to her. She saw them smile at one another. She saw Alicia’s hands on his sweaty chest as they shared a brief kiss.

Then there was a moment that only heightened Stephanie’s newfound curiosity about Adam. As she spoke with Hunter, she could see Adam and Alicia were now in the middle of the pitch, holding hands as they spoke with a couple of other players. Then she saw Adam look toward her and Hunter. She saw his expression change. She saw him drop Alicia’s hand and take a step toward her and Hunter. For a few seconds, her eyes and Adam’s eyes connected …

Then Alicia called for Adam. He turned, went back to her side and rejoined the conversation. A few seconds later, however, his gaze returned to Stephanie. She smiled and waved. He waved back. Stephanie hesitated before finally walking with Hunter back to her car.

The moment had passed, but the seeds had been planted in Stephanie’s mind.

That night she woke up in the wee hours, with Zach snoring loudly next to her. She tried to piece together fragments from the dream she just snapped out of, but the images remained frustratingly vague.

She wondered if the dream was about Adam, who had been on her mind off and on since the glance they shared just a few hours ago. Actually, it had been more than a glance, she decided. She interpreted it as a message that she had been on his mind. She was curious as to why.

Maybe he only wanted advice or a friendly chat. Maybe he wanted to be near her physically in a way that he hadn’t quite figured out, perhaps somewhere between the warmth of a special friendship and the heat of something much more intense.

Stephanie had rarely fantasized about other men, much less younger men, beyond the innocent acknowledgement that someone was handsome or sexy. But as she lay there in the dark next to her snoring husband, her mind began to race.

She thought back to that kiss Adam and Alicia had shared, how it was short but affectionate. She wondered what Alicia felt as she put her hands on Adam’s sweaty body. Did she always put her hands there, knowing that even if it was for just a instant it would be felt and enjoyed by Adam? She wondered if Adam experienced any arousal in that moment.

Stephanie’s mind raced ahead. What happened after Adam and Alicia left? Did they go home and shower together? She pictured their naked bodies under the streams of water, Alicia’s hand gently holding Adam’s penis as they kissed. Did they have sex? Stephanie saw Alicia on her back, legs apart in the air, as Adam drove himself into her repeatedly. She saw his firm nude body, the way his hips moved as he thrust, the way his bare ass tightened. She could hear Alicia’s moans soon joined by his as he ejaculated inside her.

Stephanie resisted the urge to touch herself and eventually went back to sleep. In the morning as she showered, more images burst vividly in her mind. Adam slipping out of bed, his morning erection lüleburgaz escort swaying and bouncing. Adam nude in the bathroom as he shaved and brushed his teeth. Adam quietly getting dressed in the dark as Alicia slumbered. Adam giving her a soft kiss as he left for work.

Later in the day, when Stephanie had a few moments to herself, the visions continued. Only she had replaced Alicia with herself, and Adam was always nude. That evening, when she arrived home to an empty house and knew it would be that way for at least another hour, she masturbated to thoughts of Adam. Her glorious orgasm soon gave way to feelings of guilt, however, and her fantasies about him were mostly shelved.

Now, alone in her home office, the images and fantasies were starting to bubble again. After a few moments of reflection, however, she decided to go to bed. As she turned out the lights and walked into the hallway, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror where she often did a “final check” before heading out the door for the day.

Her nipples were hard against the fabric of her T-shirt. She pulled up her shirt, teased and pinched her nipples for a few moments before pulling the shirt down and going upstairs.

The next morning, Stephanie asked Hunter about his conversation with Adam.

“It was good,” Hunter said. “He gave me a lot of stuff to think about. We’re going to meet up and talk some more soon.”

“That’s great,” Stephanie said. “Adam’s always seemed like a good guy.”

“Yep,” Hunter said as he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and went outside.

As the next few days passed, Stephanie became immersed in work as well as some social obligations with Zach. When Saturday finally rolled around, the usual weekend routine was more than welcomed. After a day of minor chores and errands, Stephanie and Zach decided to cook out even though the late-spring evening was turning cool. As Zach prepared the grill and drinks, Stepanie went upstairs to change clothes for a quick trip to the supermarket.

Stephanie slipped out of her track pants and into a pair of jeans and an old pair of sneakers. She tucked her tight white T-shirt into the jeans and zipped up the fleece jacket she’d worn all day, adequately concealing the fact that she was braless.

The supermarket wasn’t all that crowded and Stephanie made her purchases in good time. As she walked past the other checkout lines on her way to the exit, she felt a surge of recognition. Adam was just finishing up at the self-checkout line.

Stephanie was suddenly conflicted. Say hello? Or pretend I don’t see him? She was almost to the door. It had to be a split-second decision.

She fixed her eyes on Adam, who was wearing track pants with a matching jacket over a T-shirt. She saw him look up, saw him recognize her, saw his eyes change, saw his smile. She realized she was smiling as well. She slowed down as he stepped out of the self-checkout area holding a small bag of items.

“Wow,” he said. “I haven’t seen you in a long time. How have you been?”

“I’m great,” Stephanie said. “How are you, Adam? Catching up on a little shopping?”

“Yeah,” Adam said, holding up his bag. “Flying solo this weekend. Alicia flew out to visit her mom, so it’s microwave burritos for me tonight.”

“Alicia does all your cooking?” Stephanie asked with a wink.

“Oh no, but we eat a lot better when we’re together, or we go out,” Adam said. “These are kind of a guilty pleasure. Just didn’t feel like pizza again tonight, as crazy as that sounds. What about you?”

“Zach’s firing up the grill,” Stephanie said, holding up her two bags, “but we needed some things to put on it.”

They walked outside and continued the conversation, pausing on the sidewalk.

“I’m so glad I ran into you,” Adam said.

“Really?” Stephanie said. “Why?”

“I wanted to thank you for having Hunter call me,” Adam said. “I was flattered and honored that you thought of me.”

Stephanie was happy to be experiencing Adam’s charm, politeness and presence again.

“Well,” she said, “I’m flattered that you were flattered, but I knew you could offer some perspective he’s not going to get from old people like me.”

Adam frowned.

“Who’s he talking to?” he asked. “Because you’re certainly not old.”

“Okay,” Stephanie said with a smile. “Maybe I should have said ‘older people’ instead.”

“There you go,” Adam said. “But I’m also happy to see you because I miss seeing you at the pitch.”

A wave of warmth coursed through Stephanie. Adam didn’t really seem to be flirting, but he was headed in that direction.

“Yeah,” she said. “I miss watching Hunter play soccer. I mean, he’s very happy and focused, and he stays active, but I know he really loved those days and being part of a team and those kinds of things.”

“He was one of those kids who just fit right in. Everybody really liked him,” Adam said. “And it was so great that you were there. magosa escort I know you’re super busy, but you always showed up. The other parents … “

“Well, everyone’s so busy these days. It’s tough to be a great parent,” Stephanie said. “But you really created a great atmosphere. You should be very proud of how you handled everything. I know lots of other parents appreciated you as much as I did.”

Adam seemed genuinely touched and a little embarrased. His face began to redden just a bit. He looked so adorable and so desirable in that moment, Stephanie thought.

“I know you have to get back home,” Adam said. “But I was wondering if maybe you would like to have coffee with me sometime? I really miss our conversations. I know you’re busy, and it seems like I’m always busy too …”

He paused.

“And, hey,” he said, “I do own a coffee shop, so I can get us some great coffee pretty cheap.”

She laughed, a feeling of relief arriving to tamp down her sudden arousal.

“That’s right! I’m so sorry I haven’t stopped by your shop. I’ve heard great things,” Stephanie said. “To answer your question, yes, I would love to visit your shop and have some coffee with you.”

“Fantastic,” Adam said. “Do I have your cell number?”

Without hesistation, she gave it too him and watched him punch it into his phone. It was almost dark.

“Well,” Stephanie said, “I really gotta run. It was great to see you.”

“It was great to see you, too,” Adam said, stepping forward.

Stephanie was a little surprised that he was going to hug her, but she went with it. It was brief and a little awkward.

As she stepped back, a breeze gently blew open her fleece, which she had unzipped while in the store. For just an instant, the curves of her braless breasts and the outline of her nipples were fully visible before the breeze subsided and the fleece fell back into place.

As they said goodbye and walked to their respective cars, she wondered if Adam had noticed.

Stephanie backed out of her parking space and began to pull away. She glanced up to see Adam walking from the back of his SUV to the driver’s door. He was partially illuminated by a streetlight near his parking space.

Stephanie gasped. Adam was erect, his penis bulging against the fabric of his track pants and jostling slightly as he moved. He didn’t seem to see her as he opened the door and hopped into his front seat. Then he looked up and waved as Stephanie drove past.

The moment lasted only a few seconds, but the image was seared into Stephanie’s mind.

Her heart was racing as she drove away. She was overwhelmed with feelings of arousal, lust, shock. But as she got closer to home she realized it wasn’t about seeing Adam’s striking bulge. It was everything that led up to that moment. The innocent flirtations going back a few years now. The occasional longing. The occasional fantasies about Adam and his girlfriend. The occasional fantasies about Adam naked.

Seeing Adam so completely aroused, and in such a dramatic fashion, was simply the moment that brought everything into focus. It confirmed a mutual attraction. Perhaps it was simply a carnal mutual attraction, and perhaps it would go no further. She only knew that a page had been turned and there were so many possibilities in the next chapter.

Stephanie glanced at the time as she arrived home. She wasn’t as late as she thought she might be. Zach was relaxing on the patio with a beer. The fire on the grill was still flaming up a bit. She walked out and gave him a quick kiss and they went inside to begin preparing the meal together, as they so often did.

Hunter was out with some friends, but his absence didn’t really mean anything for Zach and Stephanie. They didn’t see it as an opportunity to be intimate or even romantic. It would be a quiet, pleasant evening, and nothing more. They had a nice conversation and a couple of laughs, but Stephanie’s mind kept drifting away to think about her brief encounter with Adam at the supermarket, the feelings she was experiencing, the vivid memory of his arousal.

The next morning, Zach and Hunter decided to go play golf. Stephanie lingered in bed, her mind racing again. She began touching herself, closing her eyes and letting her hands roam softly. After taking herself close to the edge she slipped out of bed and out of her clothes. She reached into her secret hiding place in her closet and found her favorite glass dildo, which had gone unused for quite some time. In the bathroom, she paused to look at her magnificent body in the mirror, the glass phallus in her hand.

Her self-pleasure intensified in the shower, with the steam, the sound of the water, and the feel of the water accompanying the dildo and her fingers. Her mind was free-flowing with erotic images, but as the dam was about to burst and her orgasm was about to erupt, a new and striking visual detonated: Adam’s track pants being pulled down and his erection springing free. Stephanie’s moan echoed off the tile and glass of the shower as orgasm tore through her with an intensity she hadn’t experienced in ages.

The days that followed held more of the same thoughts and fantasies, but at a significantly reduced volume. Life, work and everyday routine intruded. Other thoughts emerged as well.

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When I brought up the idea that she was one of the woman in the pictures Shelly did not know what to say, I had caught her in her own game, but then she turned the tide on me. She told me it would not be wise to break the rules of client relations. I rebutted that the other woman was no longer a client she had dropped the case. Shelly nodded and agreed to ask her friend, the ex client if I could join them. I could see the worried look in her face.

Things seemed to calm down over the next few weeks at work, but at home I could sense a change, Susan was not herself she was nice and friendly. She had started to dress sexier showing her cleavage and a lot more leg then she had in the past. One night I even caught her walking around naked when I got home from work and even though I did not ask she explained she had just got out of the shower. I could see her hair was wet but why was she in the kitchen drinking wine? She walked up to me, kissed me and told me she was going to bed for the night, then turned and made her way upstairs.

I started to wonder what had changed to make Susan become so sexual. Then my mind flashed back to the pics of the file Shelly had brought me. No, it could not be, was Susan and Shelly having sex with each other also?

I could not sleep and left early for the office the next day. When I got there I looked for the file and could not find it. When Shelly came in I asked her where the file was and she went to find it. When she returned with the file I found that some of the pics seemed to be missing. When I asked why, she told me the client had asked for them to be returned. My suspensions grew deeper why would the client come get only some of the pictures and not take the complete file? I did not press the issue with Shelly.

A few nights went by and then Susan told me she was going to go out with her friends for the night, this was not odd she had gone out many nights with her friends before, but something seemed odd to me this time and I could not put my finger on it. When she left she gave me a huge hug and kiss, this was not normal she had always been so cold toward me when she went out before.

I decided to just fix a drink and go to bed to watch TV, then my phone rang and to my surprise it was Shelly. When I answered Shelly asked, “Did I catch you at a bad time, can you talk?”

I replied, “It’s ok, I can talk.”

“Can you get out tonight?” Shelly asked. I asked “Why, is something wrong?”

“No.” Shelly replied then went on to tell me that her friend had agreed to join us and for me to come over now. I was shocked at first then excited, I told Shelly that Susan had gone out with her friends for the night so I did have several hours free and I could be there in about fifteen minutes. I was so excited; I ran upstairs and took a quick shower then dressed and headed out the door. When I got to Shelly place I parked out of view then walked up to her door. I rang the bell once and waited, there was no answer, I went to press it again then I heard Shelly’s voice on the intercom, “Come in and lock the door behind you!” I did as she asked and walked in toward the staircase where I then saw Shelly at the top wearing a black and red bustier of which pushed her tits up with matching panties and stockings.

She looked down at me and said, “Fix us three drinks and come on up to the bedroom.” Then turned and walked away, I watched as she did and she looked so sexy. I fixed drinks and made my way up the steps to the bedroom only to find Shelly sitting alone on the bed, as I walked in she took two of the drinks and sat one on the stand beside the bed lifting the other to her red moist lips. She sipped the drink and I took a drink of mine also.

Shelly looked into my eyes and said, “This is only going to work if you agree to follow the rules we have for you and no questions asked!” I looked puzzled but nodded in agreement. She then proceeded to strip me down while kissing me all over slowly working me back onto the bed. She straddled me and then popping her tits from her bustier she merzifon escort whipped them in my face, I did not even feel her loop my hands until she raised up, that was when she pulled them to either bed post. She could see I was worried, but her smile calmed me as she worked her way down pulling my boxers off letting my cock spring free. She caught in her mouth and gave it a few quick sucks then moved down and tied my feet.

Now I was worried, I started to speak when Shelly cut me off saying, “My rules, you will stat tied and wear this blindfold while my friend and I pleasure each other on the bed and you also, Deal?” I nodded yes, and then Shelly said, “Say It!” “YES!” I said she had an evil grin on her face as she kissed me then putting the blindfold over my eyes very tightly. Then I felt Shelly climb off of the bed.

I could hear whispers across the room but could not make them out as to what they were saying, then I heard ice in the glasses, they must have gotten their drinks. I could hear them sip their drinks then set them down. Then Shelly spoke and said, “Relax, we will take it from here!” She brushed her hand along my body at least I thought it was her, then I felt more hands and heard lips smacking as in kissing. I could only imagine what I could not see from the sounds. They both rubbed their tits up and down my body and across my hard cock making it twitch each time they touched it. One of them even gave it a little lick and suck just to tease me even more.

I began to speak but Shelly cut me off by pressing a finger to my lips then she said, “I will be the only one allowed to talk, you can moan and groan if it feels good, but no talking!” I nodded yes in replay. She went on to say; “Now it is time to see if you know how to treat a woman and eat her pussy! We will each take turns setting on your face and you will lick us as we switch on and off till one of us cums, and I do not mean you! Do you understand?” I nodded yes.

I could feel the warmth of a body covering my upper torso then lower to my waiting mouth and tongue, not knowing who it was but I could tell she was ass first and facing my cock, I could not move my head much so I waited for her to lower herself so I could give her what she wanted. I noticed she was shaven bald and tasted so sweet, I did my best to please her, and then there was a switch. The same thing, she positioned herself the same way and also had a bald pussy. I licked and sucked as best I could be I was still restrained, yet neither one had cum.

Shelly spoke again, “I think you can do better then that!” I could feel one of then climb back on in the same position. I lapped away at her pussy feeling her juices rolling down my face and knew it was working, so I shifted my face just enough to get my tongue to her tight little asshole and licked it. She let out a squeal of delight and ground down harder onto my face so much so it began to get hard to breath. She lifted off and gushed all over my chest, she must have been fingering herself while I licked her tight little ass or maybe someone else was fingering her, I could not tell. All I knew was I was gasping for air, as was she and my chest was soaked with pussy cum.

I could feel them both leave the bed and heard them walk away it was quiet. It seemed like forever till they came back, but it was actually only a minute or two. I could hear them take a drink and then One of them lifted my head and brought a glass to my lips, I sipped it slowly so not to choke and drank it down. I felt who ever fed me the drink leave the bed then I heard Shelly say, “You need that didn’t you?” I nodded yes.

Shelly then said, “It’s time for us girls to play while you rest, but I will tell you what we are doing to keep you up n things.” OH hell, more teasing, how much more can I take?

Shelly tried to describe what was going on beside me on the bed as the two woman engaged in sex. I heard kissing and slurping then the bodies shifting and Shelly blurted out “69” and all I heard was muffed moans and groans. mezitli escort My mind went wild thinks of them finger fucking each other and clit licking. This went on for several minutes till I heard a loud “YES!” Then it was still, not knowing whom it was from.

More shifting of bodies and Shelly broke the silence, “Need another drink?” I nodded and she helped me raise my head and fed me the drink. She then said, “Now its time to fuck, my friend has just gotten into a strap-on harness with a large dildo attached to it, (there was a long pause), and she is going to fuck me with it!” I felt Shelly position herself across my chest with her knees on one side and hands on the other, her tits were atop my abs and chest, I could feel the bed move as her friend moved in behind her.

Even thought I could not see, I knew Shelly had taken the strap on deep into her wet pussy by the sound of her moans and the movement of the bed, slowly at first then they began to fuck harder. Shelly’s tits were beating back and forth across me as she was pumped from behind with the strap on. My cock was rock hard and ready to blast, it was then I felt a hand take me in hand and stroked my cock in rhythm with the trusts, I was ready to cum and so was Shelly. The hand that was stroking me released my cock (to my dismay) then I heard Shelly start to scream out loud, “YES fuck me bitch, and fuck me hard!”

I could not hold it back anymore my cock began to spurt uncontrollably into the air and where it landed I was not sure nor did I care. It must have set them both off; the girls came together in a torrent of sexual screams of which I have never heard before. Shelly collapsed on top of me and I could feel her friend shift herself off to the side. It did not take long as Shelly told her friend, “Lick his cum off us now!” I felt the weight shift on the bed and then her hot breath as she licked up the cum. Shelly proved that she was in control.

After a few minutes Shelly said, “I think he needs a rest.” And I did my arms and legs wore stiff and sore from being bound so long. I heard some whispers then a door close, then the ties wet cut to free my arms and legs. I slowly reached up to my mask then stopped, I did not know who was in the room with me so I played the game. “Shelly.” I asked, “Are you there?” “Yes.” She replied. “May I take my mask off?” I asked. I felt her hand move up across my body and slid the mask off my eyes. It took several minutes to adjust to the light even thought it was dim candlelight.

Shelly kissed me and told me I deserved a break before we went on. The look of shock on my face made her laugh. “Go on?” I asked. Shelly just smiled and led me to the bathroom to shower and revitalize. When we got there we found two fresh drinks waiting for us, I did not even think how they got there till later. Shelly and I took our drinks gulping them down then stepped into the shower together.

As we soaped each other up and enjoyed the warm relaxing water I knew I had to be the killjoy I told her that after the shower I had to go, she just glared at me. I said, “I don’t know when Susan would be home and she expects me to be there.” Shelly giggled as she cupped my balls smiling then said, “Don’t worry, and tell her you went out with the boys for a few beers.” It sounded good to me. We played in the shower a bit more then stepped out, and that was when I saw two more fresh drinks set out for us. I asked Shelly, “Is your friend still here and did she bring the drinks?” Shelly just smiled and toweled us both off then handed me one of the drinks as she walked into the bedroom with hers still naked. Her ass looked so round and firm I loved to watch her walk away.

When I walked back into the bedroom I noticed that the bed looked as if the sheets were just changed, tight and folded back. Shelly was sitting on the edge of the bed as I walked up and she put her arms around my waist pulling me to her in a hug, and then asked, “Are you ready for more?” She cupped my balls and felt my cock and knew I was midyat escort ready.

Then she brought out the blindfold again from behind her, and she could see the displeasure in my face. Shelly set my drink on the stand next to the bed then took my hand and led me to the middle of the bed saying, “Trust me!” Shelly had me kneel down sat me with my feet folded under my ass then placed the blindfold on my eyes again. Shelly then told me that we were going to play a touching game, both girls were going to lay down on the bed, one on either side of me on their backs and I was to use one hand on each of them at the same time, touching them and exploring them.

I felt the bed move as Shelly and her friend position themselves on the bed. I could feel the warmth of their bodies next to me, so I reached out my hands and brushed against their bodies placing my palms flat against their stomachs. I did my best to work both hands like a mirror image working my way up to find warm hot tits. Even though their tits were different size and firmness I worked them with equal pleasure. I moved my hand down lower gliding along stopping to play with the belly button then went lower toward the pussy. I stopped just above hearing one of them moan softly then teasingly slid my hand down the thigh and down the leg. I worked my way slowly down as far as I could reach without losing my balance then worked back up the other leg, this time I went for the gold. My fingers found that both women had wet pussies and I knew how to deal with that, rubbing the lips and finding the open hole I slid two fingers into each of them at the same time. They both gasped then steeled into a soft moan. I finger fucked them both for several minutes until my hands and arms got tired then slowly pulled out. I could hear they disapproved, and then there were some whispers and a shifting of the bed. I was not sure what was going on. Then Shelly said, “Go on.” And that was all. I moved my hands outward to find them and as I touched their bodies I knew they were on all fours. Moving my hands atop their backs I started to massage them, they both grabbed my hands at the same time and moved them to where they wanted them.

I got the idea right away and worked my magic on their pussies stuffing my fingers in their wet holes and even managed to work my thumbs into their tight little assholes. This set them both off as they bucked harder and harder, it almost seemed like a race to see who would cum first. My arms began to feel the strain so I repositioned myself for better thrust and that did it, they both started to wail and scream as they came I could not tell who went first nor did I care.

No more had I pulled my fingers from their wanting pussies then I felt one of them work their way in front of me and the other behind. The one behind gripped my cock and stroked it a few times rubbing it with lube, the she helped line me up with a tight little asshole of the one in front of me, I pushed in. I let the feeling adjust then pushed deeper. It was then I felt the one behind me move around on the bed and then I heard slurping sounds.

My cock was deep in one woman’s ass while she licked the other one’s pussy, now just how great was that? But who was who I was still blindfolded.

She worked her ass on my cock and reached back under herself to rub her clit as I pumped her. This woman really loved anal, so I did my best to make it the best for her going slow then faster. And it did not take long, as I heard the screams of pleasure, but from which one I could not tell. I could not stop myself and shot my load deep into her ass. We both slowly slid down into a spoon position as my cock slide out.

It was then I felt someone slide up behind me, I felt a hand upon my face then slowly removing my mask. I blinked several times trying to clear my eyes to focus, and then my jaw dropped. It was Susan my wife that was in my arms and the one I had just ass fucked so well, I was in shock to say the least. Shelly climbed on top of us and began kissing us both.

Come to find out, Susan and Shelly were fucking each other before Shelly took the job at the office and all of this was their plan to get me to join them and I made it easier during the party at Shelly’s. We had a great relationship from then on have sex all the time, sometimes one on one and sometimes all three of us.

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