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Love is Being Stupid Together Ch. 4

Kait and Nick continue their misadventures in Key Largo, Florida. They try out some new Kamasutra positions and have sex in strange places. All characters are young consenting adults over the age of 18.

…

“You want to what?” Nick asked.

“Have sex underwater in SCUBA gear.”

“How is that even possible?” Beth asked.

“I’ve seen videos… just google SCUBA sex,” Chris added.

The four were together having a mini orgy in Kait and Beth’s dorm. Each couple was in the Afternoon Delight position. (male on his side, female on her back perpendicularly impaled on males’ cock with her feet over his hips).

“I’ll explain but you have to keep up with the intercourse,” Kait replied.

Nick asked, “Are you talking social, as in communication or dealings between individuals or groups, or…”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, boy toy. “Get to work,” she teased back.

Chris had also been neglecting his duty and Beth pushed against him to let him know the same request applied to him. When both boys had resumed the slow regular thrusts required by their partners, Kait explained.

“My parents own a two bedroom, three bath vacation home in Port Largo on a canal with direct access to the ocean. It has a screened pool, and a boat lift with a boat. They rent it out when they’re not using it. It’s available during the Thanksgiving break.”

Beth said, “It sounds like it would cost a lot to rent.”

“We won’t need to pay rent. I’ve already asked to use it. I told them I was going to take a girlfriend down and do some diving. I didn’t mention Nick and Chris, but everyone’s invited.”

Nick asked, “You’re a certified diver?”

“Have been since I was twelve years old. My parents used to go down there all the time. Now all they do is work, work, work. It’s rented out almost all the time. We only need to buy food, gas for the boat, and air for the tanks. Is anybody else certified?”

The three others all answered, ‘no.’

“That’s ok. There are many snorkeling locations in Pennekamp State Park. You won’t need to SCUBA dive to see beautiful coral reefs. Does everyone want to go?”

Beth answered, “My parents have already told me they’ll be visiting my Grandparents in California and I’m on my own for Thanksgiving.”

Nick said, “I’ll just tell my parents I’ve got studying to do over the break. They’ll probably be relieved.”

Chris replied, “I want to come, but I’ll have to work on my parents. We usually do a big extended family thing. I’ll have to let you know.”

“Ok, we have a plan. Let’s see if we can all get another orgasm before our roommates get back,” Kait suggested.

They had been copulating during the entire conversation. So, an underlying level of erotic tension was already present. Each of them just needed to up their game a little bit.

“Forget about the details for now. Think about having sex in the ocean, and the pool, and the hot tub, and the boat seven miles offshore under the stars,” Kait advised.

Chris couldn’t believe his luck at falling into this situation. He liked Beth but hadn’t expected the relationship to bloom into this much fun. He braced himself by holding on to Beth’s knees and rolled into her forcefully. She was moving back and forth to meet his thrusts. She also had one hand on her clit and the other grasping and tugging a nipple. Her breasts were swinging in a circle. Chris used the image of her at that moment for multiple jerk-off sessions in the following weeks. He came with an ecstatic grunt but kept going until she made it over too.

Nick picked up his pace and force. He knew she was playing with Clio and her nipples. But he watched her face, as she became increasingly turned on. She was unabashedly pursuing an orgasm with no embarrassment or shame. She must have felt his eyes on her because she opened hers. They locked on to each other’s gaze and smiled. Cumming almost simultaneously, they enjoyed watching the funny expressions and pleasures pass across their faces.

…

The Key Largo trip was two months away. Kait and Nick kept current with their schoolwork, had sex a couple of times a day, and attended the M Club Meetings. Chris worked out something with his parents and announced he could go with Beth. Nick enrolled in a SCUBA certification course.

Early in October Nick suggested another Kamasutra position… the Golden Arch. Nick sat with his legs straight, and Kait then sat on top with her knees bent over his thighs. Then both leaned back enough for penetration. Nick initially had trouble getting Nickie pointed down enough to line up. Kait helped by raising up off the floor and guiding him in, then eased her butt back down. They sat still for a few moments, thrilled with the novel experience of being joined this way. Both braced with their hands resting behind them. After several attempts at moving, they found sliding back and forth on their butts worked best. This position gave göztepe escort them a full view of the other’s naked body.

“I love being in you and being able to see your body,” he murmured.

“I like being able to see your cock moving in and out. It adds another sensual dimension to enjoy,” she whispered back.

Kait found when she leaned back a little further, he would be able to rub her clit while they rocked.

“Will you tease Clio with a finger?”

He licked his finger and touched her gently. Clio was standing up and he moved his finger around it slowly. Kait vibrated at the sensations it created.

“Ahhhh, that feels fantastic, but I can’t see your cock anymore. Your arm’s in the way.”

“Don’t know how to resolve the problem. The arm is connected to the fingers. If I move the arm…”

“I’m pre-med! I know what’s connected to what,” she laughed back.

“I concede your superior medical knowledge. Do you want me to stop doing this…” he teased back, moving his finger faster with a little more pressure.

“Oooooh, no… Uh, yes. Ummm… no. Well, yes. It feels great, but, as I said before, watching Nickie sliding in and out is exceptionally titillating. So, yes. I’ll take over and we can both watch ‘The Fuck.’ Ok?”

“The Fuck? Such colorful language from one so young and inexperienced,” he giggled.

“And you’re older and wiser? Oh… wait… We have exactly the same amount of sexual experience. You have fucked exactly the same number of people, the same number of times, the same different positions… am I right?”

“Once again, I find I must concede to your position. Besides, I agree, it is totally titillating to watch, what we’re feeling.”

They stopped talking and let themselves go with the erotic sensations washing through their nervous systems. Watching ‘The Fuck’ at the entry/exit point, was their visual focus. They lived in the moment and everything else was secondary. She came first with a small ejaculation and a large, loud moan. He felt the heat of her on himself and joined her in bliss. His cum pushed in her. They embraced and kissed as the orgasms faded.

Kait, once again, thought about how lucky they were to have found each other. She felt his finger between them. She leaned back and saw him bring some of their goo to his lips. His tongue tasted the mixture.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“It might taste better in coffee, but it’s not bad. Your description of salty and sweet is accurate. We complement each other,” he chuckled.

…

Later in October they went on another sexcapade. The plan was a joint effort and based on a more balanced risk versus sexy fun equation. Getting ‘caught’ twice was enough. They selected a location on campus, thus avoiding the local constabulary. A large roundabout at an intersection of three sidewalks had a tall statue of Pegasus on top of an obelisk. A three-foot tall brick wall circled it with a five-foot hedge behind the wall. The diameter of the enclosure was at least twenty feet. There was a wrought iron gate with a missing lock that led to the hidden interior.

They ate lunch there several times and noticed how impenetrable the hedge was. Looking in the gate, you could only see across the interior. Immediately to the left and right of the gate was hidden by the curve and the obelisk base blocked the view directly across. The foot traffic was light when classes were in session, allowing an opportunity to slip inside. They would bring a lock to prevent anyone from wandering in. Finally, they put a couple of blankets in two backpacks.

To ensure they could get in unnoticed, they sat next to the gate for a few minutes. They slipped in and put their lock on the gate. The plan was to set up to the side of the gate. After unpacking their ground cover, they waited fifteen minutes to make certain no one had seen them and called the grounds crew.

Kait wore a light cotton dress with a floral print. Nick was in shorts and a T-shirt. They both wore tennis shoes. Nick sat on the blanket. Kait remained standing and pulled her panties off. She stepped across his lap and pulled his head and lips towards her labia. He licked and kissed, while she rubbed against him.

Classes ended and hundreds of students passed through the roundabout on the way to the next class or home. The noise was intoxicating. Kait sat on the blanket to the left of Nick’s side and leaned in to kiss him.

“The idea that all those students are passing us unaware of what we’re up to is floating my boat,” she said in a normal tone of voice.

“It is incredible,” he replied.

He turned his head left, allowing her to lean further over his body. With his right hand he reached under her leg and rubbed his thumb around her clit. She moaned, spreading her legs further apart. It was not long before she was wet and ready. She moved up on her knees and helped him take his shorts and briefs off. Leaning in she kissed him deeply and stroked bostancı escort his cock, which was already hard. She used some of her own moisture to slick him up.

Kait pulled the top of her dress down around her waist and mounted him with her weight on her knees. He kissed and fondled her breasts until she leaned in again to kiss him. She rode him hard bouncing up and down by flexing her thighs. They were so turned on by being outdoors, surrounded by so many students, and banging away. It wasn’t going to last. Realizing how close they both were, Kait leaned back and assumed the Golden Arch position. She pulled her dress off.

Nick was happy to slow things down. This was too exciting to rush through. They rocked very slowly together. She was mesmerized observing ‘The Fuck’ again. It was just so wonderful to watch him push in, while feeling it. She had been looking intently for a while and glanced up to see Nick’s eyes riveted on the same point. She giggled.

“What?” he asked.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it. Being with you like this. I was finding it hard to look away and then I saw you were totally captured by it too.”

“It’s special. Seeing me with you… in you… uh, I… It just blows my mind.”

They laughed with joy and pleasure. Maintaining a subdued pace, they lounged in the luxury of every second. After a while it grew much quieter. The next classes must have started, leaving few students traversing the roundabout.

“Let’s finish up. I do have a class in an hour or so,” he said.

Kait moved up with her feet beside his hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and squatted down onto Nickie. He helped her by holding it up for her to slide down, then he wrapped his arms around her waist. She began using Kegels to squeeze him as she bounced on his lap. They were so aroused by this experience, that orgasms quickly followed for both. She ejaculated first, closely followed by Nick. When they were done, she pushed him forward onto his back and lay on his chest.

They lay there until Nickie limped out. Kait moved down and used her tongue to clean their mingled cum from Nick’s stomach and cock.

“Would you like to clean me up?” she asked.

Nick was startled. He had previously tasted their juices combined, but there was going to be a lot more than a finger full.

“Sure… Uh, why not?”

“You don’t have to.”

He thought, ‘If she did me, how could I refuse to do her?’

“I want to,” he lied.

She kissed him and then turned away, offering herself. The cum gumbo was thick and creamy. A couple of tablespoons were running down her labia. He hesitated briefly but ultimately did the deed. It wasn’t as good as it looked, and it still tasted more salty than sweet.

…

Early in November, they were in Nick’s bed for several hours, studying for upcoming tests. They were only wearing T-shirts and undies.

“Let’s take a break,” she suggested.

Nick dropped his textbook and agreed. Kait stood on her knees and pulled him flat on the bed. She crawled on top of him and repeatedly kissed his nose.

“You have a sexy nose,” she giggled and kissed it a few more times.

Nick laughed, “Everything about you is sexy.”

She shuffled over his pelvis and pulled his T-shirt up. After inserting her finger in his belly button, she stirred it around. He laughed and pushed her hand away. She slipped past his and poked him a few more times. Nicks knees were up and Kait leaned back against them. He touched her clit through undies, then her nipples through her T-shirt. She wiggled side to side, giggling. Then leaned forward and shimmied her breasts over his face, laughing. He reached up to grab her, but she leaned back.

Kait took her T-shirt off and threw it on top of Nick’s face. Leaning in again she slipped under the T-shirt and kissed him passionately. He rubbed his hands over her butt, tickled her sides, then rolled over on top. They continued to kiss. She bashed his butt with her heel and then rolled them over again. She was on top briefly because he rolled them over once more in the same direction. They almost fell off the bed, which got them both laughing.

They rolled back to the center of the bed, and he suckled her nipples. Kait pulled her legs up and they lay in the missionary position gazing at each other with hands in their hair. Her stomach rumbled.

Nick laughingly said, “Is your stomach growling because you want to eat me?”

They wrestled while laughing and she pulled off his T-shirt. He ended up back on top.

She whispered, “Take off your underpants.”

Nick stood up on the bed and got his briefs off, then dropped to his knees pushed her legs apart, moving up closer and began rubbing her calves. She rubbed his cock gently.

“My cute little cat, named ‘Nickie.’ No, it looks more like a one-eyed snake.”

They both laughed. He quickly became erect and reached to remove her panties. Kneeling again, he moved up close. She tuzla escort lifted her hips off the bed for him to rub his cock against her wet slit. He dragged it up and down, quickly finding moisture. She slid forward more, attempting to get him to insert. He played with her and laughed, but quickly allowed her to take him. She remained ‘bridged’ up and rocked around his cock.

Nick began massaging her clit with his thumb, then bent over to kiss her, while she kept grinding a circle around him. A few minutes later, he put his knees under her. She continued to provide all the humping, while he kissed and fondled her breasts. He pulled her up off the bed in an embrace. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he began thrusting forcefully. She bounced on his pushes, until they both got close to orgasms.

He laid her down on the bed and slowed his thrusting. When he bent to kiss her nipples, she pulled him into a sideways missionary position. They gently made love for a few minutes. She then rolled to her back and lifted her outside leg. He began fucking her furiously for a while. When he slowed down again, they kissed ardently.

Kait rolled on top in the cowgirl position, but quickly lay against his chest. On her upstroke, she went to the top before pushing back down over him. Moving slowly at first, she gradually increased speed. Several times she went too high, and Nickie escaped. They laughed and kept going. She came first with a larger than normal ejaculation. Her hot release ran down Nickie and across Nick’s balls.

“My god! That was soooooo hot!” she said.

Then she changed her movement to focus on his cockhead. She rapidly rode only the head in a twerking motion.

“Do you like it that way?” she asked.

“Ummm, yes,” he whispered.

With their fingers interlaced she held herself off him and continued to twerk on his helmet. He grabbed two handfuls of her ass and shot his load. She kept going more slowly and his cum began to leak around the action. She slowed down dramatically and eventually allowed Nickie to come out and rest against her butt crack. She continued to rock slowly. His erection began to fail, and Nickie slid down her butt cheek. She leaned forward and kissed him, then shook her legs side to side laughing with pleasure.

“That was fun!” she said.

“Who knew laughter produces bigger orgasms,” he replied.

…

Later in November, Nick did his second checkout dive and received his SCUBA certification. The Key Largo trip date was coming up fast. Kait called a meeting to make final plans for the trip.

“Nick and I will be doing some SCUBA diving on the reefs in the Florida Keys National Marine Sanctuary. Some of those sites will also be good for snorkeling. We don’t have to pay rent and I will pay for the boat gas…”

“We should split that four ways,” Beth interrupted.

“It costs over $1100 to fill the boat. I’ll put it on my debit card. My parents won’t mind at all.”

“If you’re sure…” Beth continued.

“Thanks, but what I’d like you all to do is buy the food and drinks. There’s a Publix a couple of miles north on US 1 from where we’ll be.”

Chris asked, “Is the boat safe to go out to the reefs? I’ve never been on the ocean before.”

“The boat is a Boston Whaler 330 Outrage. It’s powered by two 350 horsepower Mercury engines. It’s rated for a capacity of fourteen people. You will not only be safe, but you’ll be comfortable. It has huge lounge seats up front, a dive door with ladder on the port side, a small refrigerator, a built-in propane grill, and a head with toilet, sink, and freshwater shower.”

“Wow! How much did it cost?” Nick blurted out. “Oops! I guess that was impolite.”

“It cost over a half million dollars. And we get to use it for free!” Kait replied.

They worked on some travel logistics and a shopping list for food to last the week. It was decided to leave Saturday morning before the school break.

The following Saturday the group got on the road at 8:00am and had lunch at Alabama Jack’s on Card Sound Road near Key Largo. They arrived at the house in the midafternoon. After unpacking, Beth and Chris went to Publix with the shopping list. Kait and Nick took the boat to a marina to fill the tank. Once they were all back at the house, everyone changed into their bathing suits, and they went out for a boat ride.

Exiting Port Largo via the canal parallel to Ocean Cay Street, Kait took them out into the Atlantic. She headed north up to South Creek and into Largo Sound. Next, she went through Adam’s Cut into Florida Bay. All along the way, there were amazing homes and beautiful boats. They got back around dusk. After quick showers they went to Mrs. Mac’s Kitchen, a great seafood restaurant, for dinner.

Back in the house after dark, Nick suggested skinny-dipping. Neither Beth nor Chris had been outside naked, and they were surprisingly uncomfortable.

Nick teased them, “Come on! Y’all jerk off in front of ten other people at the M Club and you had sex right next to us. What are you afraid of?”

“What if a boat full of strangers comes down the canal and sees us?” Beth asked.

“We could ‘moon’ them.” Kait proposed playfully.

“I brought a bottle of Jack Daniels. I’ll mix us a couple of Lynchburg Lemonades. You won’t care who comes down the canal,” Chris suggested.

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

Enjoy!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s wrong with it?” said the man

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

“Where is it now?”

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

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

“Klaas. Sorry for invading your privacy …”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Badalona” said Klaas from the pool.

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

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

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

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

John saw him staring and grinned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You been here long?” he then asked.

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

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

“What are you writing?” Klaas asked.

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

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

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

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

There was a silence again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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It was late when Natalia woke up. Her phone was ringing and she groped underneath her pillows for it.

“‘Lo?” she said sleepily into it.

“Nat, honey, did I wake you up?”

“It’s okay, Aunt Syl, I probably should have been up hours ago. What’s up?”

“Are you busy tonight?”

“Nope, no plans.”

“Would you like to make a few bucks?”

“Usually.” Natalia yawned hugely.

“My boss needs a babysitter.”

“Aunt Syl, I don’t know anything about kids.”

“That’s what I told him, but he said that’s okay. You just need to be there in case there’s an emergency. He wants you at seven so that you can meet his little girl, but he’ll put her to bed before he goes out.”

Natalia groaned. She was uncomfortable around kids. She had absolutely no idea how to talk to them.

“He’s offering a hundred bucks for four hours.”

Oh. Well then.

“Tell him I will be there.”

“Good girl. I’ll text you his address.”

That evening, Natalia left the house promptly at six-thirty in an old, comfortable pair of jeans and her favorite t-shirt. She was glad she’d left early, as her destination ended up not only across the city but up a winding, hilly road. When she finally arrived at the address her aunt had sent her, she gazed at the driveway a bit nervously. No house could be seen from the street, and the drive was lined with a tangle of trees and blackberry bushes.

At the end of the drive was a small gravel lot bordered by a tall fence and a garage with black carriage-house doors. The gate was unlatched, almost ominously ajar. Well, she thought, she trusted her aunt. She went through the gate and found a nicely manicured garden with a dogwood tree in full, glorious bloom. At the end of a flagstone path was the house. It wasn’t very large, but it was designed in a sharp, modern style, with lots of glass. The lights were on inside, sending a homey glow into the garden. All at once, Natalia felt at ease.

Before she could even knock, the front door opened. A small, serious-looking girl was in the doorway. Well, Natalia thought, sink or swim.

“Hi, I’m Natalia,” she said.

“My name is Caroline.”

A man jogged up behind the little girl and pulled the door open wider. He gave Natalia a slightly apologetic smile.

“Hi, I’m Gavin. You must be Sylvia’s niece, Natalia.”

He held his hand out to her and she took it, suppressing a little shiver at his warm fingers as they clasped her own. Gavin was younger than she had expected, and rather handsome. He was dressed in a beautiful dark blue suit, but his neatly groomed stubble kept him from looking too elegant, if that was even a thing.

“Pleased to meet you,” she said.

“Come in, please,” he said, stepping back. “Why don’t we go sit in the living room and we can talk for a minute?”

He led the way, and Natalia found that she felt slightly underdressed in the house. It was well designed, every detail beautiful as well as functional. Meanwhile, her sneakers were scuffed. She doubted he would notice, though.

“Honey, why don’t you go ahead upstairs and get ready for bed?” he said to his daughter. She glanced at Natalia once more, and then left the room.

“She always that serious?”

“Lately, yeah,” he said. “The divorce was pretty hard on her, and she doesn’t get to see her mother enough. I do my best but… sorry,” he added, with a shake of his head. “That’s neither here nor there at the moment. So, tell me about yourself. Your aunt speaks very highly of you, but she didn’t tell me much beyond ‘nice’ and ‘responsible.'”

“There’s not much to tell, I guess. I just graduated from high school.”

“Going to college in the fall?”

“Mmhmm. I’m planning on studying sociology.”

“What would you like to do after college?”

“Oh, I… I don’t really know yet. Just, sociology classes looked the most interesting.” Natalia shrugged, feeling a bit awkward.

But Gavin smiled. “That’s the way to do it. Plenty of time to decide what you want to do. So what do you do for fun? Play any sports?”

“Read, mostly. I read a lot of sci-fi. I don’t play any sports, but I did do competitive swimming for a while. I don’t compete anymore but I still like to swim regularly when I get the chance.”

“I have a pool out back, actually, so, if you come back to watch Caroline again you’re welcome to use it. It’s heated.”

“That would be great! We don’t have a pool at home anymore, and I miss being able to swim in private.”

Caroline, dressed in a nightgown now, came back into the room and sat primly next to her father.

“Hey, sweetie,” Gavin said. “This is Natalia, and she’s going to be here tonight while I go out to meet with a client. Do you have anything you’d like to ask her, anything you want to know about her?”

At first Caroline didn’t say anything. Then, “Can you braid hair?”

“Uh, sure, yeah.”

“French braids, too?”

“Yeah, French braids, too.”

“Would you braid my hair before çapa escort bed?” she looked hopefully from Natalia to Gavin.

“It’s your bedtime,” Gavin said, firmly. “But if Natalia comes back to watch you again, I’m sure she will.”

“Okay!” Caroline said, giving Natalia her first real smile.

“Please, make yourself at home while I tuck Caroline in. Ah, kitchen is through that doorway there, and the bathroom is the first door on the right down the hall there. Let’s go, sweetheart,” he said, to his daughter.

Natalia watched him leave, admiring the way he looked from the back. Just a few short moments later, Gavin came back downstairs and fairly rushed out the door. He was running a bit late, but promised to be back by eleven. Natalia went into the kitchen to get herself a glass of water, and wandered back into the living room. Then she frowned. She’d forgotten to bring a book. It was going to be a long night.

Might as well take a look around, she thought. She knew she probably shouldn’t, but she didn’t plan on looking in any drawers or anything, just kind of wanted to get the feel of the house. The downstairs hall led to the bathroom, just as Gavin had said, plus an office and what looked like a guest room. She tiptoed upstairs, not wanting to disturb Caroline, and found her room easily identified with a little sign on her door. The master bedroom was nice, and the bathroom held a soaking tub and stone-walled shower. Fancy.

There was another bathroom upstairs, a small one, and the last door was a linen closet. The stack of fluffy-looking towels gave her an idea: Gavin did say that she was allowed to go swimming, didn’t he? So, she didn’t have her suit, but it was pretty private out here. Why not go in nude? She could always leave the back door open so that she could hear Caroline if she woke up and needed anything.

Once back downstairs she glanced outside and reconsidered. It was private…but not quite as private as she had thought. There were a few houses up the hill that might have a clear view into the backyard. Probably it would be fine, but she thought she’d rather wait until it was dark, just in case. She’d still have plenty of time before Gavin got home.

Natalia perused Gavin’s bookshelves instead, taking down an interesting-looking volume and paging through it.

The sky finally darkened completely at nine-thirty. Natalia went upstairs and put her ear to Caroline’s door briefly. Hearing nothing and certain her charge was still asleep, she snagged a towel from the linen closet and went into the backyard. Light from the house spilled into the backyard, suffusing the pool area with a soft, golden glow. Lush plants surrounded the cobalt water—stands of bamboo, enormous datura blooms, a few fat palms, and fragrant star jasmine.

For a moment Natalia could almost believe she was far away, in a tropical paradise. She stripped down and didn’t bother to stifle her little moan as she stepped into the water. It felt absolutely delicious on her skin. She’d never gone swimming nude before and it thrilled her senses—especially in someone else’s pool. After doing a few laps, she flipped onto her back and floated for a while marveling at the sky above, sparkling with stars.

*****

It had been a good night, all things considered. Gavin’s prospective client was no longer prospective, and he’d left with a signed contract in hand. In fact, it had gone so well that he hadn’t needed to stay out quite as late as he’d expected. Natalia would probably be glad to go home a little early, and truth be told he really preferred not to leave Caroline at night—especially not with a new sitter. Natalia had come with a good recommendation from a trusted employee, and she certainly seemed cool-headed and responsible, but there was always a risk leaving one’s child with someone else.

Gavin pulled smoothly into the garage and jogged up the steps into the house. It was almost eerily silent. Caroline’s usual sitter liked to watch television, so he had expected the low murmur from the general direction of the living room. He stepped around into the room and found it empty, with the back door open. A stab of panic hit him straight in the chest, followed by a sharp shock of a very different kind.

Movement in the backyard caught his attention, and he looked out in time to see Natalia, completely naked, rise from the pool. Dark hair was slicked back from a very interesting face. Her olive skin shone in the light from the house, and he observed with interest the brown nipples that crowned her small, pert breasts. Water ran freely down her body and his gaze followed the droplets as they disappeared into a thatch of dark curly hair and reappeared to run down her shapely legs.

He stood, stock still, as she turned and bent to pick up a towel, showing off a beautiful rounded ass that had his cock hard as iron in his trousers. Deciding it would make her uncomfortable to find him in the house, he slipped back fatih escort into the garage. He would give her enough time to towel off and get dressed, he thought, willing his erection to subside—but that was useless and he knew it. After a few minutes he simply adjusted it and decided it would have to do. She probably wouldn’t notice anyway, as his suit was so dark and, well, she would have to look first. A girl of her age wouldn’t be interested in a single father his age.

Natalia was dressed—thank goodness—and still squeezing water from her hair with the towel when he came back into the house.

“Oh, hi, Mr…”

“Gavin is fine. Everything go all right?” he said with a little smile.

“Not a peep out of her. I took a dip in the pool, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, I did say you’re welcome to it.”

Gavin’s brain was starting to fuzz. Being in the same room with her was proving too much for his highly aroused senses. She was even more beautiful up close and her t-shirt was stretched just tightly enough over her chest to show off the curve of her breasts—the lovely image of which he tried hard not to bring to mind. He fumbled his wallet out of his pocket and withdrew five crisp twenty-dollar bills.

“As promised. Would you be available to come watch her again? Our regular sitter is spending the summer with her grandparents. I don’t have too many evening meetings, but it would be good to have a go-to sitter.”

“Sure, yeah. That would be great.”

Before he could bite back the words he found himself asking, “How would you feel about watching her when I’m here?” Seeing Natalia hesitate he added, “Sometimes I work from home, but Caroline does have a tendency to get underfoot. I’ll often find myself putting work aside to play games with her, and on a day when I really need to concentrate it might be nice to have someone here for her.”

It was perfectly true, if unnecessary, but the explanation had Natalia’s face clearing.

“Oh. Yeah, I don’t see why not. Can she swim?”

“Pretty well, for her age.”

“I was a junior lifeguard for a couple of years, so if you’d feel comfortable we could spend some time in the pool together.”

Gavin felt his cock twitch at the idea of Natalia cavorting around in a bikini. Dangerous territory, he thought. A little harmless fantasy was one thing, but he would never want to become the “creepy dad” and make her uncomfortable. He sighed inwardly. Perhaps it was time to think about dating again.

“That’s fine,” he said. “Can I get your phone number to schedule with you directly?”

Natalia scrawled her phone number on a nearby scrap of paper and gave him a luminous smile before heading home.

He waited merely a beat before turning on his heel and going directly upstairs. As Natalia had done earlier, he paused outside his daughter’s door for a moment to be sure he didn’t hear her moving around. He didn’t want to be interrupted.

Gavin closed and locked his bedroom door behind him. He stripped, throwing his suit carelessly over the back of a chair, and headed for the shower. In the blistering, steamy water he soaped up, running his hands over his body and, he admitted, imagining they were hers. He would lift her and take her here, up against his shower wall. Pounding powerfully into her until her cries filled the little room, then turning her around and taking her from behind. The image of her sweet backside filled his head as he poured soap into his palm.

His cock throbbed as he gripped it, and he leaned back against the shower wall stroking it while thinking of Natalia. Her taut body, those sweet little breasts. Gavin erupted with a hoarse cry, pleasurable waves wracking his body. His breaths came out in shudders. That settled it: next time Natalia came to babysit, he’d jack off before she got there.

*****

For the first time all summer, Natalia was thinking about the pact. Truthfully, when Allison had suggested they all agree to lose their virginity before college, Natalia hadn’t taken her entirely seriously. She had agreed, and she might take the opportunity if it presented itself to her, but she hadn’t thought the other girls would take to it with so much…enthusiasm. And now Allison and Britt had already followed through—and sent texts with an abundance of mouthwatering detail. Debbie was the shyest and most innocent of them, and had been completely mum on the topic. Natalia wasn’t surprised. But Debbie did fold to peer pressure and there had been a light of excitement in her eyes when she’d agreed…

Natalia wasn’t interested in losing her virginity just because her friends wanted her to, but now that she was finding herself thinking more and more about Gavin, it did occur to her that she could kill two birds with one stone. Beyond just being handsome, he treated her like an adult. Natalia was the youngest of a large family, and most people—with the exception of her favorite Aunt Syl—tended to baby her fındıkzade escort a bit. Gavin didn’t. He trusted her, asked her opinion about adult things if they came up in conversation, and, if she wasn’t entirely mistaken, was attracted to her as well.

The night she’d first sat for him, he’d seemed a bit edgy at the end of the night. He kept glancing at her chest, which was odd considering that he’d been the perfect gentleman at the beginning of the night. At one point while his gaze was focused a bit lower than strictly appropriate, she’d thought to give him back as good as she got and glanced down to the front of his trousers. Had there been a bulge there? She thought so, but then again, it had been difficult to tell.

She’d been back to sit for him about twice a week since then, most usually in the afternoons to give him a break while he worked in his office. Caroline went to a summer camp three days per week and Gavin worked from home the other two days. It turned out that Caroline liked to swim nearly as much as Natalia did, and they spent hours in the pool together. Occasionally Gavin would finish his work before they’d gotten out of the pool, and Caroline had wheedled him into joining them.

Those afternoons had been slightly more charged, and when Caroline inevitably lost interest in swimming—having lost Natalia’s undivided attention—Natalia and Gavin would paddle around in the water for a while after Caroline had gone inside. Sometimes they talked, sometimes they just… well, if Natalia hadn’t known better she’d have said they eye-fucked each other. Certainly she made sure to get out of the pool first, taking her time to allow him to get a good, long look. Somehow, after Gavin had gotten out of the pool his towel always hung down to cover his groin.

Natalia had never felt this kind of sexual tension with anyone before, but she worried that despite the signals she thought she was receiving, she might be misinterpreting Gavin’s kindness to her. His speech never even held a whisper of innuendo, and other than the occasional case of wandering eyes he really had been entirely appropriate.

If she wanted anything to happen she would have to be the one to make the first move, even if she risked an embarrassing rejection. She had a feeling that no matter how into him she seemed, he would never hit on his teenage babysitter. She wasn’t even sure if he would respond to her advances, but if she didn’t at least try, she’d be doomed to disappointment—and considerable frustration.

At first she thought she would have her opportunity when Gavin asked her if she’d be willing to watch Caroline overnight. But her hopes were dashed when he said that he was going on a date and planned to be out all night. It was almost embarrassing to realize how disappointed she was, but he was a grown man and of course, being divorced, she should have expected that one day she might watch his kid while he was out on a date. The evening went smoothly: Natalia fed Caroline her dinner, played a game with her afterward, and then put her to bed. She considered taking a swim but felt rather out of sorts and decided she’d go to bed a bit early herself. The sooner she could go home and not think about what—or whom—Gavin was doing, the better.

Natalia was jerked out of a sound sleep when a door shut nearby. She sat bolt upright and groped blearily for the edge of the bed. Who would have anticipated an intruder up here in the hills? Then again, a burglar casing the homes of the local wealthy might know that Gavin had gone out tonight. She glanced around the room for some kind of weapon and saw nothing useful. But she couldn’t just stay in the room. What about Caroline?

She edged out into the hallway and saw a shadow moving around near the kitchen door. Swallowing hard, she tiptoed closer, trying hard not to make any noise. The intruder was creeping about, also obviously trying to keep quiet. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she watched the shadow move uncertainly through the room. She was near the entryway now, and picked up an umbrella. It was the best she could do.

Suddenly the light went on, temporarily blinding her.

“Nat?”

Natalia blinked rapidly, and when she could focus again she saw Gavin looking at her, utterly baffled. It would have been funny if she hadn’t been so relieved. She dropped the umbrella and rubbed her eyes.

“I thought someone was breaking in,” she mumbled. “You said you would be out all night.”

“Yeah, well…” He looked a bit uncomfortable now. “I’m sorry I woke you up. You were asleep?”

Natalia looked at him again and saw that his gaze was riveted well below her face. She hadn’t been expecting to see him before she woke and dressed in the morning, so she hadn’t exactly chosen modest pajamas. She often slept entirely nude, but felt she should wear something, just in case Caroline should awake. Her nightgown was short, made of a very soft gauzy material in a butter yellow tone. Aunt Syl had brought it back from visiting their extended family in Italy, and it always made Natalia feel elegant, sensual. She knew the shape of her body, not to mention the shadow of her nipples, was visible through it.

His date hadn’t gone well, he wasn’t bothering to conceal his gaze… if there was ever an opportunity to attempt a seduction, this was it.

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Chapter 1

My husband left me for a younger woman, well more a girl, when I was 27yo. My one really close female friend was a massive comfort to me. I was a mess and Jan supported me through the months that followed. Jan is married to John with a son, Max, who was nearly 18yo and a widowed father in law, Len, living with her. Other than Jan the one thing that helped me in those early months was my trips to the gym and my night classes. I went to the gym every day before work and most days at the weekend. The evening classes were once a week at the local college.

Even at the college I moved to when 18yo I was teased about my small boobs and slightly boyish looks not that this kept the boys away. My body had filled out since my school days but my boobs were still not as big as I would have liked. They had become even firmer with all the gym work and for some reason my nipples had got even bigger sitting high on my boobs. Much to my relief my backside that had been described as boyish did fill out. The training did leave it very well toned. I had never been very happy with my body but the looks I received when in the gym did make me more confident. The teenage boys ogled completely openly, the old men were more subtle with the others pretending, not always successfully, not to notice me.

I was angry with my ex-partner and not wanting any man to hit on me but the anger did leave me wanting to tease other gym users. I bought new kit that showed my body off as sexually as I could get away with. I dispensed with a bra whenever possible and also ditched my thongs. I think I went too far on occasions when wearing my new kit with nothing underneath. It was good to see the effect on the men at the gym but also led to me becoming even more aware of my own sexual frustration. I have always had a high sex drive and not having a partner to share it with for the first time in years was really tough. I expected to masturbate regularly but for some unknown reason found any attempt failed and lead to greater frustration.

In the end I shared my sexual frustration with Jan. Her simple response was why not enjoy a few one-night stands with no commitment. I agreed that it sounded like the perfect solution but said it just didn’t appeal. We had been drinking wine all evening and I was all over the place mentally. Jan’s husband John was working away for a few days and as was usual Len was in his own room, or down at the pub. When it was time for me to leave I was in tears and Jan hugged me as I stood up. My crying changed to sobbing violently. All my frustrations hit me and I sank into Jan’s arms.

“Why don’t you stay here tonight? You are in no condition to drive home.”

I didn’t reply but allowed her to lead me up to her bathroom. She turned the shower on and turned to me. She took the hem of my summer dress and pulled until I put my arms above my head to allow her to remove it completely. My lack of bra made me feel vulnerable and I covered my naked boobs. Jan stood back and looked very hesitant. She initially looked like she was going to take hold of my panties but instead turned and went into her bedroom. It left me confused – had she wanted to strip me and maybe join me in the shower. Had I wanted her to do so? My body was alive as I soaped myself, paying particular care between my legs.

Jan is around twelve years older than me and I had never thought about her, or any other female, sexually. She had a good figure for her age but I had never really thought about it. As I showered I thought a lot about it. I had no experience with other women and I was not sure whether I wanted one now. I was sure that Jan had decided against any further physical contact until she returned to the bathroom completely naked. Her substantial boobs drooped a little but the position of her huge dark nipples high up took my eyes away from the droop. Her stomach was flat and took my eyes down to her dark bush. It was trimmed, not thick but substantial. I was naked, as I had not picked up the towel to dry myself when she held me with both arms and kissed me on my forehead. As naked as I was it was an act more caring in nature than sexual. I dried myself as she showered and was lying in her bed well before she finished brushing her teeth.

It was a hot summer evening and I started lying on top of the covers. I didn’t have any nightwear with me and anyway I always slept naked. As I heard her toothbrush go quiet I panicked and slipped under the thin sheet. When she arrived naked in the bedroom she didn’t jump straight into bed but cleared up a few things and in the process displayed her nudity to me. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed the view and was disturbed to find that without thinking I found my fingers playing between my legs.

“Don’t stop doing that on my behalf. I am sure that you would feel a lot better if you carried on until the inevitable happens.”

Saying this she pulled the sheet off my body and added,

“My god you look fit. If I was a man…… kurtköy escort well let’s just say you look great.”

My instinct had been to take my fingers away from my crotch and close my legs. What I had done was open my legs further and find my clit. My pussy was on fire and I was completely unable to stop what I was doing even though Jan was now smiling down on me as I openly masturbated. I had never masturbated with an audience but it felt wonderful. Everything in my world changed in the next two minutes. Jan sat next to me and while keeping eye contact with me lent forward and took my bullet-hard nipple in her mouth. She sucked it and licked it while it was still in her mouth. No single contact with my body had ever had such a dramatic effect. My orgasm was only a question of when not if. Jan now amazed me by taking hold of my arms and hands and removing them from my pussy.

I screamed at her but had not finished complaining when the joy of my orgasm overwhelmed me. Jan had only been touching my one nipple for seconds but my nipple was right at the center of a devastating climax. I was loud as I cursed her praised her and pleaded with her. My vocalization only seemed to add to my pleasure a pleasure that rumbled on beautifully until ebbing gently away. When Jan shifted her position I wondered whether she was moving into a position where I could repay the compliment.

How wrong I was as Jan pushed my legs towards my chest opening them as she did. Her mouth covered the area from above my clit down nearly as far as my anus. After that I don’t know exactly what she did but it felt great. I have never experienced more than one orgasm in a session usually because my clit is far too sensitive. This just didn’t seem to be a problem as Jan refused to let me come down from my sexual high. My heart was beating fast and hard and pleasure was flowing through my veins. I wasn’t building towards a second orgasm but it felt wonderful. I couldn’t resist playing with my nipples as Jan did lovely things between my legs. Reluctantly I accepted that I would not cum again until Jan shifted position slightly and slid a finger deep into my bottom. There was no resistance and no discomfort as she gently fucked my bottom with a single finger. Her mouth and tongue focused on my clit and were far firmer than they had been. My fingers also became more aggressive as my body tried to prepare me for another climax. When it arrived it was much more conventional than the first as my clit led the way. There was nothing violent about the waves that rolled through my body for what seemed never ending. I didn’t collapse when it finished like I often do but simply relaxed totally.

Jan was soon lying next to me holding my head to her shoulders. I asked her how I could repay the pleasure and she simply told me to relax and sleep. I felt very guilty for doing nothing for Jan but managed to comply with her suggestion very quickly. I slept for ten hours straight before being woken by a radiant Jan with a cup of coffee. She told me that Len was cooking a fry up for the three of us and that she had an appointment at the doctors in 45 minutes time.

I was downstairs having borrowed a long tee shirt from Jan’s wardrobe without giving it much thought. Len gave it plenty of thought as I entered the kitchen diner. He invited me to sit at the table with my back to the window. It was an excellent breakfast that I felt very hungry for. Len buzzed around pouring me more coffee and generally being very attentive. Jan called me to her as she left the room to go to her appointment.

“Len has always said that you were ‘sex on a stick’. Right now you have him totally besotted. It may be something to do with the fact that that tee shirt is totally transparent while you are backlit by the sun from the window. You look completely naked sitting where you have been. My father in law may be old but trust me he is still as randy as a mountain goat.”

I had only just woken up and what she said had totally thrown me. Len fancied the pants off me, I had been nearly naked for him to see and he was a randy old sod. I nearly ran upstairs to safety but decided to bluff it out. What he said next suggested that this was a mistake.

“I am not surprised that you had a real hunger this morning. It always makes me hungry too. You look absolutely radiant this morning. I am sure you are so much more relaxed right now.”

The night before I had not thought about Len and I know I had been loud, very loud when in the throws of ecstasy. I knew he had heard more than I was comfortable but I was not ready to openly admit it to him.

“I don’t know what you thought you heard but I am sure you are wrong.”

I could not remember exactly what I had screamed while having my orgasms but he seemed to know exactly. He not only repeated my cries of ecstasy but also enjoyed doing so with lots of feeling. I knew he knew exactly what had gone on and I was completely compromised. He beykoz escort might be closer to seventy than sixty but the energy and twinkle in his eyes were bright and sexy. With a smile that disturbed me he responded.

“I know exactly what I heard and I am delighted that your orgasms were so spectacular. I am sure my son would be very interested to hear how my daughter in law and you entertained each other last night. I think I owe it to him to tell him what I heard. Tell me why I should not tell him.”

“Please, it just happened I was just upset and Jan comforted me and things got out of hand. I have never been with a woman before last night. What good would come of you telling John? Jan was just trying to help me.”

“If you were my daughter I would put you over my knee and spank you very hard. I am very tempted to treat you as I would a daughter.”

“But I am not your daughter and you do not look at me like a father would. Please don’t tell John.”

“You are right I do not look at you or think of you like a daughter. You do have the most spank-able bottom I remember seeing. Have you ever had your bottom spanked?”

I have no idea why I felt it necessary to lie but denied it so strongly I am not sure I was convincing. I had not been spanked many times but had enjoyed receiving the spankings more than my ex had enjoyed spanking me.

“I might spare you the embarrassment of a spanking but only if you make it worth my while. You need to be very compliant and even a little submissive. Now go over to the window, the view through the shirt is very provocative, very arousing. There that is beautiful but now turn all the way round.”

I didn’t hesitate to comply finding his dominant attitude very exciting. The fact that he had only asked me to parade myself with the shirt on surprised me. Was I going to get away with a little bit of exhibitionism? Did I want him to demand much more of me? He is old enough to be my grandfather but feeling helpless in front of him was exciting, very exciting. Was I this excited because I had been without cock for so long or was I finding this dominant old man appealing? It hit me hard when I realized that if he was happy just watching me spinning around by the window I would be bitterly disappointed. I didn’t know what I wanted but I knew I wanted something from this attractive older man. Something demanded of me by him.

I need not have worried, as Len was not going to be happy just watching me by the window. He indicated that I should come towards him. When I was close enough he demanded with his eyes that I held his gaze as he lifted the shirt up past my boobs. He didn’t look down but smiled as he turned the shirt inside out covering my face with it as I lifted my arms. He pulled my arms through the shirt but left it covering my head and therefore my eyes. The contact with my nipples took my breath away. It was no caress more a squeezing of my erect nipples. He rolled them, pulled them and squeezed them. It was overwhelming and my knees buckled.

“My god they are perfect. I never understand why men love big ugly boobs yours are just perfect and as for your nipples – well. Are you wet my dear? If I feel your pussy right now will I find that you are excited?”

I was fully aware that I was excited but had not thought about whether my pussy was actually wet. His question focused my attention to the area between my legs. Now I knew I was wet and there was no point in denying it. I quietly confirmed that I was excited and sure that I was very wet between the legs.

He took my hand and I thought he was going to make me feel myself but instead he guided it to his erection. He seemed a very good size but what stunned me was that it was as hard as any cock I had ever encountered. I had wondered whether a man of his age might struggle to achieve or maintain an erection so was even more surprised at how hard it was. I heard him chuckle as if he sensed my surprise. I wanted to see his cock but had to settle for exploring it with my hands.

“Trust me it will be hard like that for the next hour or until I cum.”

It was then that it dawned on me that he had probably taken a little blue pill. I enjoyed playing with the erection and the balls that seemed full and firm. I was slightly disappointed as he took hold of my shoulders. The shirt was still around my head as he maneuvered me until I was lying on my back on the kitchen table. He did then slip the dress off my head and I was able to see his slightly sinister smile.

“I am still very tempted to spank that wonderful ass of yours but I have thought of something I would much rather do with it. Have you ever been fucked back there, if not why not?”

“No because I have never let anyone do that even though they have asked. It just didn’t seem natural somehow.”

“It seems every bit as natural as what you and Jan were doing last night. If I am not very much mistaken you were very excited when your ass was penetrated üsküdar escort by Jan.”

I decided not to reply but was horrified that he seemed to know exactly what had happened the previous night. Secretly I had away wanted to be fucked in the ass but never wanted to appear too keen. This was my chance to try it while justifying it by making out that I was being forced.

“No you can’t possible fuck me there it would split me in two.”

I was concerned that I had protested too hard as he pushed my knees back to my chest and opened up my legs. His mouth was gentle as it found my clit. I have always loved men going down on me and this man knew what he was doing. There was no rush but I felt myself drifting towards an orgasm. After a few minutes he moved his tongue down and found my anus. No one had done this to me and it felt wonderful. As good as it was my orgasm was now further away. His mouth changed again to my clit and I was now quickly approaching orgasm. Just as I thought I was getting close to the point of no return he switched again to my bum. He repeated this cycle twice more and I was pleading with him to allow me to cum.

“When you ask me very nicely to fuck you bottom I will allow you to enjoy an orgasm.”

This was perfect I could request him to fuck my ass as if against my will and enjoy a climax. I took my time and tried to sound very reluctant as I said.

“Fuck I need an orgasm so badly if you insist that I can only have one with you up my bum then do your worst.”

I think we both knew that this was a game but were both happy to play it. From somewhere he produced a bottle of oil with a thin spout on it. He moved it to one of my boobs and poured a generous amount across my chest. It felt sticky and ran down both my sides onto the table. He then coated my bottom before sticking the spout into my anus and gently squeezing the plastic bottle. When he removed it he coated his cock with the oil. I was sure that he would penetrate me as soon as his cock found my anus but he spent time working the oil just inside with his prick. Coating his cock once more he penetrated me firmly until he was two or three inches inside me. I was so excited if there was any pain I didn’t feel it. He held himself inside me as one of his thumbs found my clit. Everything just seemed perfect. I was excited by the idea of what we were doing, I felt no guilt about having a cock up my bum, I had been close to orgasm for minutes and this man knew how to push all my buttons. He pressed his palm and fingers into my stomach as his thumb worked my swollen clit. My hands had been playing with my oil-covered nipples since the oil had been poured over them and my nipples were huge and very sensitive.

Len worked his way in going deeper and deeper each time. Very quickly I was pushing myself back and down to maximize the penetration as it was feeling wonderful. I am sure he could sense just as much as I could that I was going to orgasm soon.

“Do you like having a prick fucking you deep in your rectum. If you are not sure I will stop straight away.”

He was teasing me but requiring me to say that I was loving being fucked this way. He had won and I was happy to plead with him to carry on fucking me harder and harder. I was soon announcing my orgasm and his playing with my clit became even more intense and I exploded from somewhere deep in my bowels. As I was just beginning to regain my senses he exploded in my bowels. He didn’t withdraw immediately and his firm but not hard cock felt nice and very intimate as it still stretched me back there. When he did finally slip his soft prick out of my bottom it hit me that I had just loved being fucked by this old man. I was embarrassed to have cum so easily and so dramatically. I had no idea what would happen now.

“You won’t tell John about last night will you. I have done everything you have asked me to.”

“Are you suggested that everything that you did in the last hour was to prevent me from talking to John? If you are then you are a great actor and I am just a little bit disappointed.”

“No I didn’t say that or mean that but I do not want to get Jan into trouble. What we did was so…… so……. it was lovely.”

“A good meal is lovely, some of my friends are lovely. What we just did might have been frightening, disgusting, horrible, distasteful but it was never just lovely.”

“I am so sorry you are right. Please don’t ask me to tell you just how good it was. Would you just accept the word ‘fucktastic’. Please spare me any more embarrassment.”

“I accept the word and your apology. I will also offer you a deal. I will promise not to tell John about last night if you do one simple thing for me.”

“I am all ears. You can fuck me every which way if that is what you want. You can spank my bottom if that is what floats your boat. What simple thing is it that you want?”

“The simple thing I am going to request of you is so much less exciting to me than what you are offering. I am tempted to change my mind. My problem is Max. He is 18 at the weekend and what I want you to do is to show him just how good sex can be. He is naïve, although he thinks he is a man of the world. Make him believe that he is attractive to women and show him how he can enjoy that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was a first for me.

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Author’s notes:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They both chuckled then she turned and kissed him tenderly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stand up,” he told her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The following evening their conversation regarding Sharleen resumed.

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

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

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

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

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

“You.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why’s that?”

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter 1: Skin

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

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

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

***

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

“I am not lonely!” I insisted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” he said jokingly. “Yes, I am.”

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She did not!” I exclaimed.

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

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

But.

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

“I got you something,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smiled and said nothing.

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

“Does this space mean anything?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Step 3. Continue until no clothes remain.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi, Liz,” said Harry.

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

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

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

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

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

“A….a….No!” she stuttered.

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

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

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

~0~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No, Liz had other plans

~o~

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

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

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

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

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

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

~o~

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

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

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

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

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

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

~o~

“Hello there sexy,” a stranger alluded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Baron left reluctantly and apologized again.

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

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

~o~

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

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

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

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

~o~

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

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

Dinner was very enjoyable and the company was even better.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~o~

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You…..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You sure you’re not mad,” he asked.

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

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

“With me, really, why”, she asked.

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

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

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

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

“You what?” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He heard a knock on the door downstairs.

Damn it!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh-huh,” he answered absently.

Honey, I really loved that house.”

“Uh-huh.”

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

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

“Honey, are you okay?” Pam asked.

“No, I’m not.”

“Frustrated?”

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

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

They could be happy wherever they were.

The End

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