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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He heard a knock on the door downstairs.

Damn it!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh-huh,” he answered absently.

Honey, I really loved that house.”

“Uh-huh.”

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

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

“Honey, are you okay?” Pam asked.

“No, I’m not.”

“Frustrated?”

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

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

They could be happy wherever they were.

The End

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Always pee before you go anywhere.”

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

“Excuse me Sir.”

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

“Can I help you?” I asked.

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

“Thanks, I just got it.”

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

“Where are you going?” I asked suspiciously.

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

Her eyes started to tear up.

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

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

“Okay, you’ve got a ride. Hop in.”

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

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

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

“It’s a deal!”

She smiled and held out her hand.

“My name is Skye.”

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

“I’m Bill.”

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

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

“Are you sure?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I didn’t see much.” I lied.

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

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

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

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

“Sure, go ahead.”

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

“Nope, I’m as single as can be.”

“Then, would you mind if I did this?”

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

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

Skye explained.

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

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

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

She continued to rub my cock.

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

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

Her voice took on a sexy, sultry tone.

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

“I jerked off. I made myself cum.”

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

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

“That was my plan.” I agreed.

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

“I’m gonna cum!” I gasped.

“Do it Bill. Shoot that load for me!”

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

“I think I need to change.”

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

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

She held up her right hand.

“I promise I’ll be good.”

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

With a twinkle in her eye, Skye replied,

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

“Sexy and a sense of humor, Nice!”

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

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

“I’m not shy, look all you want.”

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

“See anything you like?”

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

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

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

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

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

I get out of the truck and look around.

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

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

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

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

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

“Hop out for a second.”

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

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

“Don’t fight it. My lips are yours.”

We kissed again, then headed to the diner.

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

“Are you okay?” I asked.

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

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

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

“Here? Are you crazy?”

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

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

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

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

“Was everything okay folks?” The waitress asked.

“Yes!” Skye almost shouted as she came.

The waitress wore a look of surprise.

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

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

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

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

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

“Here? In the truck?”

I reached over and pulled her zipper down.

“Lean back and pull these down.”

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

“You are simply perfect. Just gorgeous.”

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

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

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

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

“”I’d love it!” She purred.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Skye started to wake up, so I asked her.

“Traveled enough for one day?”

She glanced at the clock in my truck.

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

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

“Can I help you?”

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

“A room for the night please.”

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

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

“That will be fine.” I said.

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

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

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

I paid and Skye took the key.

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

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

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

Skye asked as she was unbuttoning my jeans.

“Kind of, yeah.”

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

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

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

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

“Skye, I’m getting close.” I warned.

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

“Damn Skye, that was incredible!”

She stood up and replied.

“I’m glad you lik…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“At what times, Lekia?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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