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(WARNING!! This chapter contains small amounts of very mild bisexual MMMF in one or two spots. )

Regular life soon put the experiences of the weekend at the back of my mind as Sally and I continued to see each other when our schedules would allow, generally once during the week and a few times on the weekend. Our sex life was a quick fumble in the old Land Rover, or a sneaky little cuddle session at Sally’s.

One Friday night, around five months later, Sally’s lovely lips popped of my throbbing stiffy while we had parked at a bay side picnic spot, which was generally quiet in the winter evenings.

“Billy, I am bored, we have fallen into a rut and we need to get that energy we had back up at the nude beach.”

“What were you thinking Sally?” I asked hesitantly, unsure if she wanted to end our relationship.

“I dunno, something edgy, safe but dangerous if you get my meaning.”

“You mean like skydiving?”

“No silly, something more sexy, something a little dirty..”

“Ahh, like go to a Glory Hole, like the one up the coast?”

“No way, not that dirty, urgghh, the place was dirty, the people dirty, something a little more classier, yet naughty.”

“Geez, let me think, we could do a role play? I could pretend to be a policeman who has caught you masturbating here in the carpark and make you suffer as I spread you over the bonnet and fuck you hard?”

“BILLY, we did that last week, you and your nasty meat truncheon had me sore for days ha ha. I keep thinking about what Gigi experienced when you and Frank made her into a sex zombie, and I know I will be antsy pantzy until I get something like that to experience, it may not work for me but I need to know.”

“So what you are really saying you want to go back to the beach in Summer and fuck Frank?”

“Can we Billy, can you and Frank share me on the beach, in the sun, ohh that would be amazing I think, or I might chicken out at the last minute, maybe its just the thought of it I like. I dunno. Lets find something naughty and crazy to do down here, Summer is so far away and my itch needs scratching tonight!”

“You look so beautiful sitting there with your tits out Sally!”

“You look excited at the idea Billy, your hard on is even harder now!”

“Well you better not waste it, wanna jump in the back for a cuddle Sally?”

“‘Mmmm, nah, let’s drive into the nightclub district and see what mischief we can get up to, we are not dressed for clubbing but I am sure we will find something to do.”

Sally had a fire in her eyes and an uncomfortable fuck in the back of my Land Rover wasn’t going to put that fire out.

We parked at a parking station and were walking around the nightclub area of the city, just watching other people, looking for something to do that might sate Sally. We walked past one recycled fashion shop that was doing late trading and Sally stopped, staring in the window, before rushing in. I waited outside, watching, seeing what she would do. She approached the grey haired gentleman at the counter and pointed to a coat on a manikin. He came over took the coat of the prop and passed it to Sally who tried to put it on over her jumper. I could see the old bloke laughing and then leaning in to tell Sally something. She shook her head, passed back the coat and came out upset, the sound of the loud music from inside the store dying as the door swung shut.

“What’s the matter Sally?”

“I love that coat but the shop owner reckons I am too big for it if I wear my jumper under it. He said it isn’t a coat, it’s a high class dressing gown to be worn only over fine lingerie.”

“Well go back in and try it on without the jumper on Sally. Why are you looking so guilty?”

“Billy, I can’t lie to you, that’s not really what he said. He said it is a style of French lace coat from the 1920’s that is worn by courtesans who like to flash their naked bodies to attract their clients, he then asked if I would wear it with nothing on and flash him he would give it to me for 20% off.”

“Well Sally, you wanted to do something naughty, go in, take it to the change room then come out and flash him, it looks lovely that coat, I can’t believe you are suddenly all shy.” I was grinning, Sally who was wanting to do something naughty was now all prim and proper.

“Ohh, you laughing at me Billy, really. Some dirty old man wants to see me naked for a cheap 20% discount, I tell you Billy I am worth more than just 20%. I will wipe that grin off your face Billy, you just stay here and watch.”

“I’m sorry Sally I thought you…” She had stormed back in the shop, not wanting to listen to my apology. Well this will be interesting I thought, she was really antsy tonight.

Sally and the owner had a heated discussion, which involved Sally lifting her jumper up and showing off her bra encased boobs to the guy, before they came to an agreement and shook hands. I was expecting Sally to go get the coat and take it out the back where I assumed there would be a change room, but she just waited elazığ escort at the counter watching the old guy run around his store looking for something. He came back with a pair of patent black leather boots that looked wicked, passed them to Sally and went and brought back the coat.

Two blokes walked past and laughed, with one telling me,

“My misses makes me wait outside to, damn girls and their shopping habits, come for beer with us.”

“Sorry I have to wait here.” I replied.

“I don’t blame you mate, your girl is a bit of alright.” He said staring in the window.

Sally had removed her jumper at the counter, and now these two blokes were perving on her.

“FUUCK MEEE!!, check out the body on her!”

Said his mate loudly as Sally peeled her jeans of and now stood in front of the owner in her panties and bra.

I turned around and groaned, the three of us staring in a shop window and his loud comments had attracted other passer by’s to come have a sticky beak at what was happening. There was now 6 men and 3 women looking in the window at the owner holding the coat up out of Sally’s reach, pointing to her underwear.

“I want that fucking coat.”

A rough female voice behind me said as whoever it was brushed past me and opened the shop door.

The door opening caught the attention of Sally and the owner and they both looked out and saw the crowd. Sally had a moment of looking like a deer caught in the headlights but then when the other girl went to grab the coat Sally sprung to action and removed her bra. Well, all the lads outside hooted and yelled and whistled, enjoying seeing Sally’s lovely boobs for the first time.

“I bet you love sucking on them beauties don’t you mate!” Said the first guy who had said Sally was a bit of alright.

“Is she your girlfriend?, what a tart.” A lady said behind me.

“You reckon she’s a tart, just watch my tarty girlfriend out tart her to get that coat!” A bloke with pin point sized irises said as he sidled up next to me with drug intoxicated intensity.

“There is now way Sharon is going to let your girl fucking walk out with that coat, here look.”

He pointed to the window repeatedly with the same intensity.

Now Sharon had pulled of her dress and was braless underneath, her little nipples were already hard. Now she was only clad in a tiny g string, which she slowly pulled down as she turned around and bent over to show the owner her naked arse as the string teased south.

“See I told you, any minute now Sharon will be walking out with that coat.”

“You don’t know my Sally.” I said proudly, even though she was exposing herself to a window full of watchers.

Sally and Sharon were similar sizes, with Sharon being a bit skinnier and less shapely, and looked like she had much more mileage on her clock. The crowded roared again as Sally slowly peeled her knickers off and held the crutch up to the shop owners nose. After the kissing and fondling we had done earlier those panties would have been full of Sally’s scent, if not still very moist.

“Such a tart” The same woman said behind me.

“Sharon won’t like that, she’ll get real tarty now boys, watch her go, the cunt!”

Some of the blokes started banging on the window to get the girls to come over closer, Sharon couldn’t resist and came up and pressed her naked form to the glass, first chest on, then bum on and bent and spread, really revving up the crowd as she flattened her pussy and arsehole on the window.

Meanwhile in the background the owner was fondling my Sally, his old hands roaming over her young naked flesh with Sally’s hands guiding his.

“Look at that tart, she is directing the old man to grab her breasts.. what a horny tart,” the woman behind me said, not interested in Sharon’s show, “I can’t believe she is pulling his hands to her crutch, with all of us watching, such a Jezebel.”

Sharon’s partner was trying to get her attention so she could see how Sally was beating her, but she was too into performing in the window, now standing there legs spread apart waving her well battered pussy and smashed arsehole at us and looking back under her legs at the crowd. She really looked well used and abused over her young years.

Sally was now getting dressed and the owner came over and threw a black coat on Sharon and escorted her out of the shop and passed her other clothing to her partner. Her partner turned to me and said “I’m taking a winner home, looks like you have a loser who likes to strip nude for everyone and be felt up by old men, all for free, so long suckers!” They walked away, both high as kites, whatever drugs they were on.

The store owner then bade Sally goodbye and Sally left the shop and the crowd dispersed apart from the original two bystanders who kindly thanked Sally for the show, leaving the woman who complained about Sally being a tart standing there.

I was ready to give her a mouthful if she called Sally a tart to her face, but erzincan escort she surprised me when she passed over a 50 dollar note and a card to Sally and left without saying a word.

“What the hell was all that about Sally?”

“Shhh Billy, walk with me, I need a drink, take me to the nearest bar now.”

We found it, an old working mans pub nearby that had not yet fallen into the hands of the renovators and being turned into a ritzy costly joint. We scored a rustic corner and settled in with our drinks and Sally started her story.

“Richard, he is the store owner, has asked me to come back at 11pm when he closes.”

“Why would you go back, you stripped naked in front of him, and a window of other people, let him rub his hands all over you, in fact you made him rub his old hands on your young flesh, feeling his old fingers on your boobs and your box, yet he gave the coat away to the skank called Sharon.”

“Oh Billy, are you on first name basis with all the skanks in town?”

“No Sally, her partner was standing next to me telling me his Sharon would get the coat, they were both pinging off their heads.”

“She sure was, Richard gave her a 5 dollar cheap trashy black coat from China, she didn’t know the difference. Anyway let me continue, I need to see Richard at 11pm to pick up my lovely French coat and those black thigh high leather boots. You are welcome to come along but I did promise him a little blow job for a generous discount.”

Sally smirking as she said the part about the blowjob.

“What, you are whoring yourself out for a 20% better discount, I thought you said you were worth more than that.”

“Billy, it’s sounding like you don’t mind me sucking the old mans doodle, you are just upset about the price I negotiated?”

“Wait, what, no, that’s not what I meant, I mean.. “

As I stumbled over my tongue Sally snuck a hand into my lap and felt my boner.

“Well Big Boy likes the idea of me sucking the old man’s doodle it seems.”

“Sally I love you and you excite me, but I don’t want you ending up like that Sharon, all used up and wasted. I fear losing you or getting you into situations out of your control. The city will use you up in no time at all.”

“Billy, you can’t lock me up, I love you, but tonight is under my control and you can watch or go home, up to you.”

“But Sally you don’t have enough for a ride home.” I grumbled, upset at what she was saying.

“I do now, that posh lady gave me a fifty! I wonder what her card says?”

“What does it say Sally?”

“It says Discrete Indiscretions, a phone number and just a P.O. Box mailing address.

No idea what she/they do. It’s a posh looking card though, have a look at it I need to skip to the ladies.”

I sat there alone looking around at the lonely and broken men drinking their sorrows away at the bar,as I was lost in my thoughts. I loved Sally and was shit scared of losing her, yet the thought of her getting on her knees and blowing of an old dude for a 2nd hand coat had me worried. Started with sex for a coat and boots, then would it be sex for a good grade at college, sex for a taxi ride, sex for a pizza where would it go? A blow job at the bar here for a round of drinks for us?

Oww, my cock just cracked a big fat and got caught in my jeans. Was I turned on by the thought of Sally sucking a couple of these sad men off for a couple of drinks, I reached down and started adjusting myself, fuck , I am as hard as ever. Dammit why am I thinking like this. Whilst I was wrestling with my thoughts and my erection Sally came back.

“Well you seem to be getting on well with yourself Billy.”

“Um, just adjusting myself Sally, these jeans are tight when I sit.”

“Well maybe you should take me home, maybe going back and getting on my knees and blowing old Richard isn’t worth it.”

A spasm rocketed up my cock.

“Maybe you should get on your knees over there and blow a couple of those old blokes off so we can get a couple of more drinks for free!” I thought.

“What Billy?” Sally exclaimed, “You want to pimp me out for drinks here in this dive?, Fuck you Billy!”

“Sally, I didn’t mean to say that, I was just thinking it and it came out.”

“Seriously dude, thinking that is just as worse as saying that. How would you like it if I told you to eat out a bunch of old stinky homeless women’s hairy groins camped in the ally ways so we could get enough bus fare home. I thought we could do something a little risky and exciting tonight that we would both enjoy and now you want to throw me to the trash end of town.”

“But Sally, I wasn’t the one stripping off to a window full of strangers though?”

“Did you enjoy it Billy, did you get hard, were you proud of me or disgusted? Don’t ever ever mistake my adventurous spirit for the actions of your skanky friend Sharon, maybe you should go find her tonight, take a number and wait your turn to ride that skinny wreck of a human with the smashed up tunnel erzurum escort cunt.”

Whoa, I had never heard Sally talk like that before.

“But Sally..”

“No, screw you Billy, I thought you would be proud and excited, not perverted and twisted tonight. Which one of these sad fucks would you have me blow for a drink anyway?”

“Well the guy in the grey jacket has been eyeing you up all night, I say start with him.” I replied, Sally’s anger was riling me.

“Well Billy, here’s an idea for you, you try it first, I am out of here I have an appointment with Richard, call me next week and let me know if you blew that bloke for a beer, I tell you, you better make it a scotch to get the sour taste of his piss head cum out of your mouth.”

“But Sally…” I went to stand to chase her but at the same time a group on a bucks night rolled in the door and Sally squeezed through them to leave as they all tried to grab her. I came up the front of the pack and they just stood their ground not letting me pass as we all heard Sally’s cries for help coming from the middle of the mob.

“Get your hands off me”

“Don’t touch me there!”

“Stopping sucking my neck!”

“That is disgusting, get it out of my hand!”

An ear shattering crack echoed through the bar and we all looked at the bartender who had slammed down a cricket bat onto the bar.

“If you want to drink here, behave you lot.”

The mob pushed into the pub and by the time I was able to exit the premises I couldn’t see Sally.

Had some of the bucks party abducted her elsewhere or had she gone to Richards, or gone home, maybe she was waiting back at where we parked?

I asked someone which is the quickest way to the cark park and ran back, but there was no sign of Sally there, so I trotted down the street I thought the shop was on but couldn’t find it. I went up the next block and finally found the shop. By the time I had found it the window lights were still on and I thought I might catch her, but when I ran up the last few meters I saw the rest of the shop was in darkness and the door locked and bolted from the outside. My mind was frantic and I had no way of contacting Sally. I decided to go back to the pub and ask the bucks party if anyone from their group was missing.

I walked in and saw them all smelling the fingers of the buck and laughing. One of them looked at me and said,

“Oh, look big brave lover boy has come back to beat us up.”

They all laughed at me.

“Guys, this is serious, we just had a little argument and I need to find her, do you know which way she went?”

The best man quietened down the raucous laughter, and called me over.

“We can help, here smell my mates fingers and you can use your bloodhound skills to track down that bitch of yours, but you better hurry, because it smells like she is on heat and she went crazy as he diddled her wet snatch!”

They held me still while the buck rubbed his fingers under me nose and the scent of cunt was strong.

“Run boy run, hunt her down” the buck yelled.

“Woof Woof Woof” the mob chanted and the whole pub laughed at me, even the cranky barman.

As I left, the best man said to the buck,

“Silly prick can’t tell the difference between an old strippers pussy juice smell and his young lovely’s. Hahaha!”

But I never heard it over the roar of the mob laughing at me.

I was so morose all weekend, everyone avoided me and Sally hadn’t returned any of my calls. Her family were sick of me ringing and made sure that I knew it. At least I knew she was safe.

The next week was hell and it was the Wednesday the week after that Sally finally rang me back.

“Hey Billy”

“Sally are you OK? I have been so worried, I …”

“Billy,” Sally cut in, “Everything is fine, are you free Friday night?”

“Sure Sally, I’ll take you anywhere you want.”

“Good, pick me up at 7.”

“OK Sally, but can we talk about the other week I..”

“See you at 7, bye Billy.”

I was in a tailspin, she had rung back, we were going out, but I still had no idea what was happening or what happened. I suffered for two more long days before I finally saw my Sally.

Sally came out of her home with a small suitcase.

She looked absolutely stunning, and my heart sunk, knowing that she was way above me in the dating stakes and could do so much better than me.

She kissed my cheek as she said hi, then jumped into my car.

I was dazed and slack mouthed, stunned.

“Come on Billy, we don’t have time to waste!”

“But Sally what has been going on?”

“Just drive Billy, head into the city.”

As we drove along Sally promised to tell me the full story once we arrived. We parked under a fancy apartment block in the middle of the nightclub area as Sally had a magic pass card to let us in and then up the elevator as well. She led me into a swanky apartment which had great city views and was furnished in an eclectic array of styles and cultures which all clashed together to create a great artwork. It was posh, expensive and it was all class and style. She went and poured two drinks at the bar and brought them over.

“Ok Billy, here is the story, let me tell you in full with no interruptions and then you can decide if want us to be still together.”

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Until recently I hadn’t anything to contribute on the subject of voyeurism. Two minor flirtations involved a married lady across the street and our own bedroom curtains.

The morning sun would often shine into the bedrooms across the road and something caught my eye one day. The sight of bare skin walking around in a bedroom opposite. It was the dark haired lady of the house who appeared to have a bra on and was completing her dressing. I came to find that her husband who was an early riser would often open the curtains when he got up and then his wife would follow later with the curtains still open. I occasionally saw her actually getting out of bed and often saw her rubbing her hair with a towel and walking around in a dressing gown, ducking down out of sight from my viewpoint and then re-appearing in the process of pulling bra straps onto her shoulders and then putting on outer clothing. Alas nothing further.

Concerning our curtains, I knew they weren’t very thick but didn’t realise they were almost see through when the light was on. I was driving home one dark winter evening and noticed our bedroom light was on. About to pull into our driveway I glanced up again and nearly crashed as I saw the silhouette of my wife pulling her top over her head. As I stopped and reversed partly back onto the road I then saw what seemed to be her putting a bra on and then a top before disappearing and the light going off. I made a point of taking our dog for a walk around the times when my wife had declared she would be changing for some reason, whether to have a bath, to go out, or simply change into more relaxing clothes as the evening drew in. On a few occasions as I walked slowly along the street on the opposite side of the road I saw similar sights, the silhouette of my buxom wife clearly taking her clothes off, or drying herself, or dressing. The thought of buying more expensive curtains that would prevent this were delayed until I noticed a neighbor opposite us sometimes having a smoke in the driveway of his home. At first I thought it considerate that he should smoke outdoors, but then wondered if he liked standing outdoors if certain sights had become available to him. I delighted my wife with the purchase of better quality curtains soon after.

But, one dark morning, when one of our children was at a sleepover weekend at a friends, I went into the empty back bedroom to retrieve a towel from the airing cupboard, knowing where they were without needing to turn the light on. I noticed a brief but small bright glow out of the corner of my eye and stood nearer the window to look outside. The light appeared again and I realised it was our next door neighbor having a smoke at the end of his garden. Bit early to stand around having a smoke I thought to myself. At that point my wife went into the bathroom not knowing that I was stood in the bedroom next to it. The bathroom light was still on from when I had been in there earlier.

I was just about to move when kahramanmaraş escort I saw our neighbor lurch forward, looking up at our bathroom window, cigarette still in hand. I stood in the darkness watching, his eyes never leaving our bathroom window all the time my wife was in the room. I heard the shower turn off, the tap running for teeth brushing and then the door being opened and light being turned off as she made her way back to the bedroom. At that point our neighbor stubbed out his smoke and went back into his house.

I sat in a daze for a while, not believing what I’d seen, perhaps it was just a coincidence.

The conditions next morning were almost identical, a fine morning, empty back bedroom. I made sure the blind was pulled completely down as I showered and brushed my teeth. I realised that we were totally inconsistent in our use of the blind, sometimes adjusting it and sometimes completely ignoring it. Despite the mottled glass I knew that a light would give a pretty good view to anything going on inside.

I snuck into the back bedroom and sure enough our neighbor was in position. I went back, turned the bathroom light off and pulled the blind completely up. I knew my wife wasn’t about to get out of bed just yet so dressed before taking up my vantage point again. I knew she would think Id gone downstairs and so I waited to hear if my wife would pull the blind down when she went into the bathroom, knowing I could go downstairs when she went back into our bedroom.

The light clicked on but no sound from the blind. Our neighbor lurched forward like he had done the morning before, obviously recognising the target of his interest. The light from our bathroom seemed to brighten both ours and his back gardens and his eyes seemed to be drawn to it like a magnet. His neck craned in different directions as he tried to get the best angle he could. A smile began to emerge on my face, the shock slowly dying away. But then the shock returned as his free hand began furiously rubbing at the front of his trousers.

I heard the shower curtain move and the water begin to flow as his hand movement ceased. He then moved away towards the darker end of the garden, quickly reappearing nearer the fence as the water stopped and the curtain trailed on its runner. The sight he had must have been to his liking as his hand resumed the furious rubbing of his crotch as he peered upwards. I knew our gardens were only overlooked by each other’s houses but I wondered where his wife was while he was doing this (later found out she was always a late riser).

My wife left the bathroom, yet he continued his rubbing. Placing the cigarette between his lips and taking a draw on it as the burning glow increased for a second, his hands seemed to be working together. My jaw then dropped in amazement as it became obvious he had pulled his cock out and was now coming over one of the small bushes in his garden.

I walked around kastamonu escort like a zombie for a while, especially after seeing the blind was indeed still up.

Eventually I mentioned that my wife should pull the blind down when in the bathroom, to which she mistakenly declared that she always did. I got the impression that although she definitely opens it during daylight, it stays wherever I or the children put it during darker hours. I got some comfort knowing the eldest child always used the blind, and the youngest would hardly come into view anyway.

In a way I didn’t feel too bad about our neighbor, he was in his early 60s as was his wife, they’d both taken early retirement on a small pension, and seemed harmless enough. They were always very polite and well spoken, taking interest in the children’s development and our lives in general. I reflected on how my wife often cheerily chats to either of them over the garden fence, Vince often leaning his arms on the top of the fence to talk to my wife Janice.

I wondered if he had thoughts of her in his conversations, as she often appeared in the garden wearing tops that obviously didn’t have a bra underneath them. Vince was probably roughly about the same height and build as me but had white hair, Janice was 4 to 5 inches shorter than him, and about 25 years younger, with dark neck-length hair and shapely body, including a fine pair of 36d boobs.

The next time our eldest child had a sleepover, I decided to borrow a sound boom from work to

check out if he was groaning or actually uttering anything while he held his viewing sessions.

As the time neared, I wondered if he was still doing his same routines as I hadn’t seem him on the occasions when I’d looked out the back in between those times.

But on the morning in question he was in the position that I’d seen before, slowly taking his

cigarette as he looked around.

I’d already made sure the blind was up and as my wife made her way to the bathroom I had the

headset ready and the boom pointing downwards.

I fiddled with the sound volume as I couldn’t hear anything at all, then as though someone was

stood alongside me, was jolted to attention with “right, here we go, who’s this.”

Reducing the volume a little I listened in as I looked at him looking up at our house. I was shocked at some if not most of his language but, then again, if he was up to standing in his garden doing what he was doing then he obviously wasn’t the meek mannered old guy I thought he was.

“Oh yes, good morning Janice you little darling.”

“Don’t touch the blind sweetheart that’s a good girl.”

He was now stood near the fence.

“Come on get your nightie off for me Janice, lift it off and get naked there’s a good girl.”

“Oh yes, good girl, show me your tits, show me your tits darling.”

He was now rubbing.

“Shit, turn round you little bitch, show me kayseri escort your fucking tits.”

The shocking language had started.

“Ohh yes, that’s it, stay there Janice, what beautiful tits darling.”

“Oh Janice, not yet.”

I heard the shower curtain being moved, despite the boom pointing directly outwards the sounds

from the bathroom were also being picked up loud and clear. Vince was still rubbing.

“That’s it Janice wash those big smooth tits of yours, feel those lovely pink nipples, and stroke that sexy cunt of yours.”

“Pull the curtain back a bit so I can watch you darling, come on you horny little bitch let me see you, you know you want to.”

“Come on Janice.”

“Come on girl show Vince what you’ve got.”

I heard the shower stop and as the curtain moved, the rubbing speed accelerated.

“Oh yes, good girl, show me your tits darling, let Vince see your big clean wet titties darling.”

“Oh yes, hold it there, hold it there, no, oh you fucking bitch Janice.”

“Come on, get back in the window, come on sexy, don’t put anything on until you’ve brushed your

teeth.”

“That’s it, come on get closer, get closer. What are you doing, I bet your rubbing your sexy little cunt with that towel aren’t you, mmm I’d love to rub it for you, slipping my fingers into your wet pussy you sexy little slut, making you beg me to put my cock up you.”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you Janice.”

“Oh yes, lift your head up a bit darling, show me your tits again, come on sweetheart.”

I could hear that my wife was now brushing her teeth, as the torrent of abuse and self-gratification continued to spill out from our neighbor in his morning fantasy.

“I bet you’d love me to come up behind you at the sink, pull the towel off you and ram my cock

up you from behind wouldn’t you, cunt or ass I don’t mind which you sexy little fucker, while I squeeze them two beauties of yours, slamming my cock into you Janice, giving you it hard just how you like it you sexy little bitch, hearing your sexy voice begging me to fuck you, you horny little fucker.”

My wife left the bathroom, but Vince carried on, getting his cock out again.

“Oh, I saw how you like bending down, the same way you’d bend down to suck my cock, suck it

you fucking bitch, swallow it all Janice.”

He turned toward the fence.

“That’s it kneel down, let me see down your top while you suck it, you like me looking down your

top don’t you Janice, looking at your big smooth tits and your sexy little nipples, wanting me to feel ’em and suck ’em, put my cock between ’em and tit fuck you, you sexy little cunt Janice, oh fuck, swallow it you dirty little bitch, ohh yes, ohh, ohh, ohh you sexy little bitch, you love it don’t you, you fucking whore Janice, you dirty fucking whore, oh good girl, good girl.”

With that he zipped up and disappeared. My trance was broken by my wife calling me. I hurriedly stashed away the equipment and went downstairs. What’s wrong with you she smiled, looks like you’ve seen a ghost.

I’m trying to get my head round what I should do next, do I tell her, keep quiet, do we move, is it harmless, is it dangerous, is it only an old man’s only pleasure. Heck. At least he’s ok in face to face conversations

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It was about 10.30pm one winters night when I was working in my office when my wife came in and said she was off to bed. My cock immediately twitched inside the white lace panties I had put on when I showered a little earlier. We had not been having sex much of late but had noticed on several occasions her 8″ smooth gold vibe had been used.

She kissed me goodnight and headed for our bedroom down the other end of the house, I rubbed my cock through my shorts while thinking about her sliding that toy deep into her pussy. I didn’t really know whether she was doing it at night when she went to bed or during the day when I was at work, but thinking about it now had my cock forming a huge tent in her panties.

I waited for about 15 minutes so that she would be well and truly settled in bed and ventured to the kitchen to get a can of diet coke from the fridge. Sure enough when I passed the bedroom the door was closed but the light was on inside. I collected my coke and returned to the office. I sat there for a few minutes and eskişehir escort thought I might check out what she was up to.

I crept out onto our balcony which ran past our bedroom to see if I could see in. As luck had it there was a gap between the curtains. I crept up trying not to make the balcony creak. I looked in through the gap and saw she was laying on the bed reading one of my Penthouse Variations story books. She was wearing her purple satin night gown which was up around her waist and her pretty red lace panties were showing. My cock was rock hard so I slipped off my shorts exposing her white lace panties that I was wearing.

I was gently rubbing myself through her panties watching her when she slipped her right hand into her panties. I was so excited that I almost came right then. I stopped rubbing and watched as she started to rub her clitty. God this was so hot. When my cock was not so sensitive I start to slowly rub again. She removed her panties and start to to rub her clitty gaziantep escort faster in a circular motion her hips were gently moving off the bed. She put the book down and slipped her hand under my pillow and took out her vibe. Fuck it was so hard to stop my self from blowing all over the window. I watched as she rubbed it up and down her pussy lips and then suddenly plunged it deep inside herself she was slowly fucking herself with the vibe when her right hand returned to her clitty.

Her hips started bucking off the bed as she started driving the vibe in and out faster I was rubbing myself harder and faster now anticipating her climax. Her mouth was open and her eyes closed, all of a sudden her whole body shook and she moaned. My knees went weak as I released my load into her panties as I watched her slow here thrusting. My cum had saturated the front of her panties. I stood there in the post orgasm daze as she got up off the bed. She put her toy back in its bag and put it away in giresun escort the bedside cabinet.

I start to move away when she opened the bed door. I froze in my tracks as I thought I had been caught. What a sight I was standing on our balcony with here cum soaked panties on. However she headed for the kitchen to get a drink from the fridge. I saw here return to the bedroom and with her drink I was safe. She left the door slightly ajar switched off the light and slipped into bed. I slowly crept back in side to my office and sat down, my heart was racing.

I sat at my desk looking at some hot cross dressing picture for about 30 minutes to let her get to sleep. I slipped out of her panties folded them and put them back in her draw then I snuck into bed along side her. I put my arms around her and snuggled up to her back. I could smell her sex in the room as my cock started to harden again against her arse. I slid my hand between her legs and stroked her clitty and lips. God she was still so wet. By now I had a raging hard on, I felt her hand slip in between our bodies and start to stroke me. I always love laying there masturbating each other. Her legs opened slightly to give me better access. It wasn’t long before her strokes increased to a rapid speed as she shook to orgasm with me blowing my load all over her sexy big arse.

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I have always wanted to be naked. The thrill of the sun and nature touching my bare skin excites my senses, so I often spend most of my spare time seeking solace and enjoying the sensation; for most nudists, that usually means seeking out relatively obscure places to enjoy our desires away from the rest of society, the fiendish-clothed people. The thrill of discovery and acceptance rushes through my veins constantly while I am unclothed.

My wife belongs to this group; she detests my proclivities, sleeping nude, not owning any underwear, and roaming about the house and in front of others naked; I have to pick my naked times and associates carefully.

Part 1, Discovery

~o~

“Jeannie is stopping by on her way to college to visit for a week.”

“Ok, it will be good to see her again.” Jeannie is my wife’s oldest daughter, who has lived with her father for the last three years since their divorce. She graduated high school a month ago, a week after she turned eighteen.

I hadn’t seen Jeannie for a year; I was surprised that the skinny ninety-pound teen had grown as tall as me. She took after her mother. Her straight blonde hair reached well below her shoulders. Her legs were terrific for a teen.

She and her mother spent the day catching up on life until the wee hours of the morning. Jane was happy to have her daughter home for a while but wanted to change her dress code. Like most teen girls, she showed too much skin, she chose tightly cropped t-shirts that displayed her mid-section, and her shorts were much too short. The thin fabric did its best to conceal her derriere; the string beneath was hidden well between her cheeks.

“Jeannie, go put some clothes on. It’s not proper to dress like that in front of Bron.” I looked over to observe the issue and found her tall leggy physique acceptable. The half-inch of her cheeks peeping out below the hem was fine with me though I dare admit it in the present company; she could do with some sun. The cool chill of the indoor air conditioning made her tiny nipples exceed their natural state showing through her tight t-shirt.

My mind was busily attempting to conjure up an image of this pristine young virgin naked.

“Please have dinner ready for us tonight, Bron.”

“Ok, I planned to grill steaks and asparagus. Does that meet your approval?”

“Yes, Jeannie likes her steak medium.” Jane was working days, so she left for work shortly after that. I was home for my two weeks off between shifts.

I spent the morning doing chores around the house while Jeannie retreated to the privacy of her room. I could hear her talking on her phone all morning. Shortly after lunch, I left to pick up several items for tonight’s meal at the grocery store. As soon as I returned, I began preparing the marinade for the steaks and getting everything ready to grill. Once I opened the grill, I instantly realized I had forgotten to clean it after the last use.

As I gathered the cleaning supplies, I noticed several ripples in the pool water through the kitchen window. I had not seen anyone outside when I drove in. After a closer look, I realized it was Jeannie. Walking out to check on her, she stepped out of the water; I froze at the edge of the garage.

My eyes focused on a spectacular nubile teenage body. I don’t recall ever seeing a bathing suit so tiny. The two little triangles of cloth struggled to cover her small breast and a thong bottom that had lost purpose concealing the small number of blonde tufts that had escaped its grasp.

Seeing her near-naked body caused me to harden immediately. I couldn’t let her see this, so I decided to leave and deal with the issue inside. A short while later, Jeannie stepped in, wrapped in her oversized towel.

“Oh, Mr. Bron, I hope it was ok for me to swim this afternoon.”

I wanted to say, feel free to swim anytime, and by the way, no swimsuit is necessary, but my better judgment replied, “Oh sure, anytime.”

“I better change before mother comes home.”

~o~

Jane arrived home to find dinner almost ready and Jeannie on the sofa watching TV. She had a hard day at work, so a couple of glasses of wine filled the prescription for her stress. At ten that evening, her beeper started beeping.

“Damn, I have to fill in for someone at 5:00 AM tomorrow; you will have to keep Jeannie company again tomorrow.”

“No problem, honey.” The following day my eyes opened at 6:00 AM. I made my way toward my favorite early morning activity, coffee in the kitchen to watch the sunrise. Jeannie’s voice unexpectedly addressed me as I meandered around the kitchen, sipping my caffeine.

“Mr. Bron, why are you naked?” as she studied the bare rump of her stepfather standing by the kitchen window.

A surge of adrenaline infused itself into every cell of my body; my penis enlarged straight to its limit. My stepdaughter just caught me naked. My mind went blank as I froze, attempting to find an answer to the unique situation. I had no idea what bursa escort to do. Do I turn around? Damn, I am caught!

My anxiety and exhilaration were in a tug of war. Should I slowly turn around to make eye contact with her knowing that my penis would be in full view? Every molecule in my body was on fire. I had to do this. I was desperate to see her reaction; my nerves took control as I turned around, displaying myself.

“Jeannie, I did not expect you up so early. I am sorry about this. I love being naked; I hope I don’t offend you by being hard; your presence excites me.”

There was complete silence as she stared directly at every detail of the occurrence. Her shaky voice finally uttered, “I am so sorry, I never get up this early, but the scent of coffee woke me up this morning.”

“Jeannie, would you like some coffee?”

“Does mom know that you go around naked?” struggling to make her timid voice understandable.

“Yes, and she detests it, badgering me constantly not to do this. I can’t help myself; I love the sensation I feel when naked. I had not expected to see you up so early.”

Jeannie’s brain was confused; Mr. Bron was not attempting to cover up; he was standing there naked as if it was normal. “You look so relaxed being naked.”

Her eyes roamed around my body as she sat in her seat, constantly focusing on inspecting the naked man’s excitement. I decided to walk around the bar and deliver her cup, taking a seat on the neighboring stool.

Nudity had never entered Jeannie’s young mind; this was overwhelming to her. Her body was filled with strange sensations. Her proximity to my naked body, seated next to her, captivated her interest.

“It looks so natural to you; I have never been around a naked man. Do you go naked anywhere else?”

“Jeannie, I am excited to share my affection for nudity with you, but your mother can never know any of this!”

“Ok, I won’t mention a word; she doesn’t even like how I dress normally!”

We talked for hours as I answered an exhausting array of questions from the young female novice. My body had never been this content. Sitting naked beside her was electrifying to my senses. She was learning a new subject, one that interested her.

Euphoria overcame me as we discussed my favorite activity. Her thin night shirt barely reached an inch below her maiden, showing all of her toned legs. Jeannie’s tiny breasts peeked out through the large arm openings of her nightshirt as she twitched back and forth in her seat.

Feeling empowered by her tolerance of my nakedness, I decided to push my luck further this morning.

“I need to clean the pool this morning, so I had better get started. Would it bother you if I stayed naked? I don’t get the chance to do this unless your mother is at work, so I hate to miss the opportunity.”

“Oh, sure, it would be ok. Could I help?”

“Certainly.” I proceeded to gather all my equipment. The sun felt so good on my bare skin this morning. The extra help would give me more sun time today. Jeannie eventually strolled out, covered in her large towel, and stopped to address me.

“I know mother would be freaked out if she saw me in this swimsuit in front of you, so best not discuss this with her, please.”

Her suit appeared to be the same one I had viewed yesterday, so I held my knowledge of its tiny existence to myself. Her pristine female form sent several pulses of energy toward my groin.

“No problem, Jeannie, I think it looks great on you; take this hose and start vacuuming at the shallow end.”

Watching her near-naked body working alongside me sent adrenalin rushing through me. My exhibitionist genes were fortunate today.

“Jeannie, you should probably use sunscreen; your fair skin will get sunburned quickly here in the south.”

She sat down and lathered her body as I watched. “Can you do my back?”

“Sure.” She walked over, turned around, and flipped her blonde locks away. Spreading the oil on my hands, I oiled her back, slipping my fingers under the small string of her top as I progressed, wishing it was not there. Her lean back soaked up every ounce of oil. The sensation was intense, lathering my stepdaughter’s back as I stood inches away, naked.

We enjoyed several hours of sunning together. My state of exhilaration was out of this world; I had just spent most of the day naked with Jeannie, and it was ok with her.

~o~

Jane finally arrived home around 5:00 PM. “How was your day, Jeannie? What did your guys do?”

“Bron is so cool, mom.”

My heart skipped several beats anticipating the unknown fixing to depart Jeannie’s mouth.

“He showed me how to vacuum the pool today.”

“Did he now? Well, I’m glad you did something constructive. I am off tomorrow, so you can help me with the dirty laundry you brought, and Mr. Handy there can wash my car.” My angst finally allowed me to swallow once again. Jeannie had impressed me with her confidence.

The next day çanakkale escort was a busy one. Jane and Jeannie spent most of it working on her massive pile of laundry. “My god Jeannie, your dad lets you wear clothes like this! This is not underwear; it’s just string, and these shorts are much too short. Please don’t be parading around in front of Bron dressed in these; it’s not right to exhibit yourself!”

“Oh, mom, all of my friends wear stuff like this. This is like the only underwear I have.”

My assigned chores outside proceeded along as planned. Jane’s vehicle received its monthly wash, and the garage was tidied up. I fully expected to be attacked this morning by my wife after discovering my recklessness with her daughter. How long can a teen keep secrets? So far, Jeannie’s conviction was intact.

“I am on days for a couple more days. You guys will have to entertain yourselves, ok?”

“Sure thing, mom; I’m sure we can find something to keep us occupied.”

“Both of you can start tomorrow by cleaning the inside of the house; it looks dreadful.”

Did I hear what I thought I heard? My mind was busy conjuring up the possibilities—the thought of having several days available to be naked and have a young audience overwhelmed my exhibitionist senses. Will my loyal liege confine our secret?

~o~

I usually dreaded boring housecleaning, but today I was overly excited; I could be naked all day with Jeannie! Coffee time was well underway as I anticipated what the day could bring.

“Good morning, Jeannie; let me get you a cup of coffee.” Jeannie slumped into her seat, desperately needing energy while studying my nakedness.

“I wanted to relay my appreciation for not disclosing my activities to your mother; she would have blown a fuse.”

“It’s OK; I do things she would not understand either. After yesterday, I am getting used to seeing you naked anyway. I love to lounge around in my nightshirt most of the day. It’s very loose and comfortable.”

“So, it doesn’t bother you if I am nude while you are here?”

“No, it’s kind of cool. I have never seen a man’s body naked in person, only in a picture.”

“Jeannie, there is no dress code around me. You can stay in your nightshirt all day if you want.”

“You are so cool. I wish my mother were so understanding. I will start in the kitchen and do the dishes.”

“Ok, then I will clean the bar top and Swiffer the floors.”

After I found the dust Swiffer, I returned to the kitchen to find Jeannie unloading the dishwasher. As she raised and lowered, putting the clean dishes in the cabinetry, her slender silhouette was easily seen through the threadbare shirt. The morning sun glowing from behind her made the cloth transparent. It was as good as being naked to me; the tiny thong struggled to conceal her vulva. I relished having a view like this to accompany my nakedness. I was comfortable not hiding my naked body; having someone who had no objections was even better; at last, an agreeable audience.

“Mr. Bron, can we swim today?”

“Sure, but I must wash my car before swimming today.”

“Do you need help? I can help wash cars.”

Our cleaning activities moved to the rear of the house, where we tidied up each room. Bending over, spreading the bed linens offered a perfect view of Jeannie’s bare mid-section through the hanging neckline.

“Jeannie, do you drive?”

“Sure, I drive.”

“Can you move my car back behind the gate? There is more privacy there.”

“Sure, let me go change first.”

Jeannie walked out wearing her bikini, moving the car accurately as I gathered all the washing supplies.

“Can I soap the car?”

“Please help yourself.”

My naked body twitched enthusiastically as I watched my near-naked eighteen-year-old stepdaughter attempt to apply soap to the hood. Reaching as far as her arms would allow, she immersed her chest in the soap as her groin became saturated with the messy substance dripping between her legs,

“Mr. Bron, can you spray some more water up here?”

I might have sent more than she needed. The excess ran down her back, wicked to her tiny string, and disappeared between her two rear cheeks dripping off her thong. She turned and looked me in the eyes, smiling, “I wanted it on the hood.” Jeannie was now officially soaked with soap and water. The cold water’s glimmering reflection on her skin immediately raised my interest.

“Can you steady me on the step stool so I can reach the roof?”

I stood behind her, holding her waist as she strained to reach the furthest part. The tiny string of her suit accompanied my grip on her upper behind as she swabbed the roof. I was holding her bare cheek, and she was ok with it.

“I’m all soapy and wet now!”

Jeannie was becoming comfortable having a naked man nearby; it was nice having her nearby to tease my senses as only an eighteen-year-old could. I gazed in appreciation as she rinsed the car off, counting every drop çankırı escort of water as it rushed down her belly, saturating the ounce of fabric held in place by a tiny thread and quickly seeping into her thong.

“Yes, you are, but you have done a marvelous job. Let me hold the hose over you as you rinse the soap.”

Jeannie stood inches from me as she ran her hands over every inch of herself, rubbing the soap away. I watched intently as she bent towards me, pulled her tiny top away just enough to rinse the soap off her small lumps, and then reached down to stretch the ounce of fabric guarding her pubis. The string between her legs popped free, allowing the cool rinse to rid the soap from her inner chamber.

“Don’t want to leave any soap down here. Oops, did I cause that?” staring at my hardness.

Her sense of inspiration rapidly grew inside her as she gazed up at me and smiled, teasing my senses with subtle displays of her forbidden parts. She marveled at the power of this new sensation her mother had so adamantly forbidden. I knew these very feelings myself.

The effects of the close encounter left a lasting impression on her and my body. Jeannie was beginning to sense the impact she conveyed on me, a very hard one.

“Let’s get some sun out by the pool for a while; can you do my back again?”

“Let me tidy up here, and I will meet you in a minute.”

Jeannie had already sampled the water when I arrived and exited the pool. The sight of her dripping wet body covered by mere ounces of cloth kept me hard. I stood beside her, naked and proud.

“I think I will tan for a while. Would you be able to put sunscreen on for me?”

“Yes, of course.”

Jeannie placed her towel on the lounge and laid on her belly. I began with her feet and slowly worked my way up her legs. As I inched towards her rump, she reached around and slid her fingers under the string, lifting it. “Be sure to get some oil under here too.”

I gladly spread as much as possible, spreading her cheeks slightly to accommodate most of the hidden areas while she held the string for me. Jeannie was starting to tan, glowing with a warm bronze tone. Her back and shoulders were next and presented no issue as I held her long blonde hair aside.

“Ok, do you want me to do the front?”

Before I finished the question, she flipped over, modeling a mischievous smile. Beginning with the front side of her feet and legs, I saturated them methodically. I was given the approval to proceed with her mid-section when she reached down, lifted the string to her bottom, invited my fingers further, and smiled. I slid them close, stopping at the edge of the obis, careful not to overstep my position. I flirted with the edge of disaster several times, not wanting to miss any minor feature of her. The alluring gaze bestowed upon me let me know she approved.

Continuing north, I spent several minutes coating her flat belly and navel, noticing how perfect her birth chamber was. I looked for direction from her as I reached her nubile breasts. She gladly offered guidance, sliding her hands under the tiny patches of cloth and holding them out of danger while I inspected and oiled them thoroughly. A smile of approval radiated off Jeannie’s face, savoring my hands’ delightful handy work.

“Thanks, Mr. Bron, you do a great job applying sunscreen. You do get into your work, don’t you? Can I return the favor?”

“I would not want to make you uncomfortable roaming around a naked man’s body applying oil.”

“I want to; if it’s ok with you, there is nothing here that I have not seen for the past two days.” Jeannie’s anticipation sent ripples of joy through her interior; this would be the first time she would have her hands on a naked man’s body.

“Why don’t you start with my back while I stand here.” Jeannie lathered up her hands and covered my back.

“Can I do your butt?” “Sure, please do” My senses were agreeing heartily with strange hands roving around my rear quarters. She asked me to lie on my back as soon as she finished. I took my position, my dick standing straight out.

“I’m sorry about this, Jeannie, but my body is very excited having your soft touches on it.” Jeannie’s eyes were fixed on the hardness in front of her. She desperately wanted to explore a penis; it would be her first time touching one.

“I can see that, wow. Let’s put some oil on it.” She lubricated her palm and reached over to address the issue, placing her hand gently around it.

“Oh wow, I can’t believe how hard it is. The second she wrapped her oily palm around me, I jerked, spraying wildly.

“Oh my god, did I cause that? I didn’t mean to grab it so hard. I am so sorry?”

“Don’t let go; hold it tight.” The strange sensation of the young eighteen-year-old hand wrapped around my dick enthralled my senses, sending the remaining fluid out instantly.

Jeannie was also amazed at the event. This was the first male ejaculation she had witnessed; knowing she instigated it sent a flurry of hormones rushing through her.

“I think we should cool off in the pool Mr. Bron; I am feeling kind of tingly.”

“A great idea Jeannie; let’s go.”

We both swam around for a while, attempting to understand our feelings. Our sensory organs had been overloaded today with all of the activity.

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“I can’t fucking believe we are doing this!”

Your voice is a whisper but it echos.

“See that?” Your heels are clicking on the stone floor, we are standing in this incredible vast space.

I am pointing and you follow my finger, this delicious gaze in your eyes. Serious. Your head is held back and proud. You left your hair in waves – for me. You look like you are balancing something on your chin. You don’t know what I am pointing at.

“It’s a temenos. A building inside a building. Home. Safety. It’s a womb. That’s why this is a Basilica.”

I take your hand and tug you along, following. Click. Click. Click.

For a moment I let go and I just stood there, silent. Your back was pressing against an enormous stone column, I am watching you watching me.

Your eyes have this searing heat flowing through me. You are wearing a light silk robe, some high heeled shoes, and nothing else. I run my fingers down along your body, over your breasts. Mmmmm, how they feel through the silk, and down, touch your tummy, can feel the hairs of your little puss and tug you open a bit. I have to see.

Your eyes are following me, and smiling. “This….is your church?”

“Hmmm Hmmm.”

“Afraid of being caught.”

“You gave me the idea.”

I run my finger through the folds of your flesh and you open your legs a little, push away from the column. I can barely breathe, and you weren’t touching me. Just holding your arms open, letting me.

You simply sigh, “forever your submissive.”

And I tug at ardahan escort you then, I needed you so bad, my eyes stung with frustration. My cock so hard, and you playfully pull away, click click click. Faster now. I didn’t know whether to beg you or wait, silent. I knew you would obey me, anything. I wanted to shout out “Stop.”

You wander over and stand before some paintings. Abstracts, red and yellow on black backgrounds.

“Stations of the cross I say,” and sidle up behind you. You are looking intently. My hands rest on your shoulders and I draw my thumbs across your shoulder blade. Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore. You walk to another picture – Christ carrying his cross. The first fall….and to the next. every time I touch you, let my hand brush against your flesh, this little butterfly flying to the next…..

“Please,” I murmured so quietly, I don’t think you heard me, but your gaze came up to my lips and I said it again, softly, “Please, touch me.”

You take my hand, whisper “Eat me, fuck me. Take me, over there.” Your small hand is held out. I see the alter, directly beneath, inside the large stone canopy, white. Decorated, silent.

We walk across the field and You let your robe drop, utterly naked. Your white flesh and beautiful hair, small mouth, wicked wild eyes. I love the way you move, your shoes lay along a pew. Barefoot now, you look back smiling.

“The floor is cold.”

I follow and lift you up on the edge of the alter and you sit there, wrap your arms around artvin escort my neck, lean down and kiss me. The first time. We kiss like this, feeling you open your mouth, and for a moment I forget where I am, who I am, who you are.

The Goddess.

You push my shirt back and lift it over my head, you feel my chest, I unclasp my belt. I know what it is you want.

This time you lay back, feeling the cold stone, parting your thighs and cup your cunny with your warm palms. I follow, lifting myself up and lay on you. I feel you hooking one of your bare legs over your shoulder, and I slowly lean down move closer, closer to my little puss, hot and achy, on fire for me.

I lick you, looking up at you, your closed eyes. Savoring one more vision of your hair lain out on the altar. Watching your mouth in this pout, the arch of your back as you are waiting, let my touch melt into you, we are soft and warm, wet. I am dying for you, all of you.

I wanted to grab you by your hair, turn you and fuck you, feel you pushing back against me. And I press into you, press my whole mouth into your cunt, feel you fucking yourself on my tongue. Press into you with my fingers. You squeak, even this echos. “We have to hurry.” But I have no intention….

My fingers in you and I am brushing your little rough patch, that G spot that makes you crazy, creaming my fingers. I press a finger up into your ass, and you moan out, your cheeks are glowing. The lights low, and you have this alabaster sheen. The sweat and warmth bodrum escort of us, literally glowing in this enormous place.

I love the way you move, fucking yourself on my tongue. And I move up your body and lick you, kiss you, nibbling your body. Your body is trembling and right now that’s what it is, You turn yourself over and lay flat for me. I lay on you, slide my cock between your legs, you can feel my belly fluttering against your ass and I am pressing my whole length, filling you then. I kiss your shoulder and fuck you slowly. Long strokes up into you, your ass undulating beneath me. Taking me, every inch

I was nearly crying reaching out for you, curled my fingers into your hair. Gave you a slight tug, testing your reaction. But you were letting me. I pulled you to me tightening my fingers in your hair until I knew it hurt. Watched you arch your back.

“Ahhh, ahhh.”

I thought I could hear you laughing and you slid up my body, letting my leg go. My heart was beating so fast I didn’t know if I could walk. I thought it would burst out of my chest. And turning yourself now, let me drop out of you.

“Come on,” You whispered, pulling me around, opening your legs and pulling me down, laying on your back. I slid easily inside again, your eyes are still closed, and I am pushing into you as deeply as I can, feeling filled and filling.

I am whispering to you, “you are the goddess.”

No answer, “mmmmmm. Crazy…..” is all you whimper. Turning your head back, smiling.

I taste you, fill myself completely. My chalice. Sipping your tongue. Eating you, blood and bread, food, delicious. Too delicious for words. Gold and scents and space.

“Cum in me,”

you say between breaths, “I want to stain…. this place with…… us.”

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I’ve gotten a few questions regarding the real life scenario. The details are naturally not easy to come by to respect the privacy of all the test subjects, but the basic summary is this;

When the space shuttle was being designed, the space toilet was a distinct improvement over previous methods. One of the tasks was indeed making it usable by both genders, since early on in the program it was recognized that women would be going to space. The solution was to have different funnels for each astronaut to use. In order to design the funnel for the women, NASA researchers conducted a series of studies where videos of women urinating were studied to determine how to best construct the equipment. Naturally this was done in a very professionally discreet manner, with subject anonymity a top priority.

Interestingly enough, the toilet on the international space station was a step backwards, as it assumed that peeing in a standing position was always feasible for both genders, and it did not provide the easiest means to use both the solid waste and liquid waste functions at the same time. Long story short, this has been a struggle for a long time, and thus was the inspiration for this story which, as you will see, does not have anywhere near as much professional behavior as would have been required by NASA!

Fair warning, this chapter is a bit of a slow burn…but I promise you things will heat up very rapidly going forward.

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Amazingly, lunch wasn’t as awkward as Alan thought that it would be. Amelia acted as though nothing unusual had happened on their way there, and aside from general small talk, she’d brought along some of the scratchwork drawings that he and Lucille had produced, and they clarified many of the things she would need to draft up the final technical drawings.

Returning to the conference room, they found everyone with the exception of Emily seated and ready to go.

“Emily is back at the school” Abigail said as Alan got settled in, answering the obvious question. “Aside from a meeting with one of her professors, she wanted some more time in the library, now that she has a better idea of what this project needs. For now though, I think we have an idea of what the next step is. Unfortunately this is a blocker for another issue”

“I see. Well, at least the path forward is clear” Alan replied. “What needs to be done?”

“You know how Ginny brought up the point about the seat redesign, right?” Kira piped up, adjusting one of the chopsticks holding her hair bun together absentmindedly. “Well, we can’t do that until we know how big and what shape the new funnels will be. I mean, while it might be possible to over-design the limits of the seat, the more it changes, the more difficult Lucille’s job becomes.”

Alan nodded. The seat was attached to the solid waste processing system, and since that wasn’t being changed, they had limited room as to how much the seat could be altered. “Okay. I heard a lot of discussion prior to lunch. Do we have a game plan yet?”

“Yes.” confirmed Abigail, flipping open her notepad. “For the overall shape of the funnel, Emily had an idea that she’s going to look into in the library; we’ll see if it pans out. As far as testing and developing the design is concerned, this is going to take place in four stages. First, we need to get a large sample size of the range of possible angles of fluid trajectory. This will affect the overall attachment position of the hose to the funnel, which in turn affects how the seat needs to change.

Alan nodded. “That makes sense. Is that all we’ll need to remove the blocker on the seat redesign?”

Abigail tilted her head in response. “Partly. It will give a range for the overall funnel size which should get us started. The second testing phase we’re going to need repeat trials with a handful of subjects, to see how much things can vary for an individual; the throat of the funnel needs to be wide enough to accommodate the majority of uh, uses, but we can’t make it too wide or the vacuum will be ineffective. It still has the potential to affect the seat position and shape, but not as much as the first test data will. After that, the third phase is developing a fitting procedure for each user, and the fourth will be producing the prototype funnels and testing their use.”

“Got it.” Alan was scribbling along on his own notepad. “Phases 3 and 4 we’ll deal with when we get there. For now, we need to worry about the immediate testing needs. Kira, have you started working with Ginny and Ellen to develop the test setups and associated procedures for the first two phases?”

“I have a list of what we need, and I’m securing one of the labs with fluid and drainage setup” Kira nodded, going through her own notes. “We’re going to need confidentiality procedures in place. adana escort What we’re going to be asking the volunteers to do is quite frankly, a complete invasion of privacy, so we need to make sure that there’s no way of people identifying what test they’re involved with. Even from us; we need to make sure that when we’re getting the data, we can’t identify individuals with their anatomy.”

“I understand completely,” Alan agreed. “I’m going to be getting mag swipe access restricted to the eight of us, so that we have complete control on who enters the lab and when they enter. I know you’re going to need help from some of the technicians during setup, but during testing, I don’t want anyone not involved to even have a chance of walking through the wrong door. As far as volunteers are concerned…” he turned to Lucille. “I had a feeling we would need something like that. About how many test subjects are we going to need?”

“While I want to say as many as possible, I know that’s not realistic.” Lucile shrugged. “If we can get two dozen or more, that would be ideal. This is not going to be something that women are going to be jumping at to volunteer for; stating the obvious I know. I imagine that we’re going to lose several in between signing the NDA and understanding what we’re asking for”

Alan cringed. “Right. We’re going to need to make sure that word doesn’t slip out on any sensitive details. And I understand the concern about reluctance. We do have some funds that we can allocate for ‘encouragement’. If we get 20-30 women, I think we can afford $20 per volunteer. That’s almost enough for a textbook or a high class dinner right?”

Abigail nodded, interjecting. “That would certainly help. I’m going to be asking Emily to post notices at the medical school as well; you’re going to have a lot of students with more mature attitudes and less qualms about the human body. More likely to take the money as well.”

“Makes sense,” Alan nodded. “Okay. So we have a path forward, that’s good. I need to handle paperwork for the funding and lab space, as well as give an update to Mr. Jones. I’m also going to see if we can acquire any of the original working prototypes. Anyone need me for anything before I go?”

Lucille shook her head. “We’ll let you know if we need anything. Emily should be back in the next two hours. Did you want her to report on her findings?

“If she’s back before I come to check on you, then sure” Alan nodded. “I know that both you and I can use anything that will help us out on this”

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True to Lucille’s word, about an hour and a half later a tentative knock on his open office door interrupted Alan from his paperwork. Emily stood there grinning, a large book and several folders in her hands. “Mr. Bell. I think I found something that will be useful for the design.”

Alan raised his eyebrows. “That was fast. What did you find, and where exactly was it? I was in the library for several hours with no luck”

“Well, what I realized” Emily stepped forward to place the book on his desk. “While this is a matter of crew health, the project itself is not. This was in the engineering library, specifically the civil engineering section pertaining to public health”

“Huh. Why didn’t I think of that…” Alan pulled the book towards himself. “You’re absolutely correct, and I see this…” he flipped open the book. “A history of lavatory and toilet designs. I see you’ve marked a few of the pages…” he turned to the first one and stared at the picture. “I didn’t realize this was a thing.”

The picture displayed an old drawing of a concave profiled bowl, attached to a short drainpipe on a wall. A hose on the wall was indicated as for “rinsing” water, and the bottom frame showed several attached in a row against a wall with partitions.

“Female urinals,” Emily nodded. “They were apparently somewhat popular in the early 1900’s in Europa. You know how they’re less self conscious over there. No where near as popular as male urinals today, but apparently there’s some places where they still exist. Point is, I’m wondering if one of these old designs could inspire the new funnel shape for women. Some of them are mentioned to specifically reduce the chance of splashback, which seems important here.”

Alan nodded, flipping to some of the other tagged pages. “This is excellent. Well done Emily.” he looked up at her. “So, still feel like thanking me, after learning what this project is about?”

Emily laughed, tucking away one of her stray bangs behind her ear. “I have to say. I didn’t know how to react at first. This wasn’t at all what I expected when I handed you my resume at the library. With that being said…” she shrugged. “I can see that this is important work. Someone has to do it, might as well be me. I’m also still thrilled to be indirectly working for FAST.”

Alan smiled. “I know the ankara escort feeling. I had considered applying to them as well previously, but Hatchstone made me an offer that was too good to refuse, so here I am. Sometimes I still consider it, even as well as I’m doing here”

“Really?” Emily asked. “You seem pretty well settled here; I’m surprised it crosses your mind.”

“It’s the principle behind it.” Alan shrugged. “FAST is all about the advancement of humanity, for humanity. When I went into engineering, one of the courses we had to take was in ethics. All the responsibility that lands on your shoulders when you become an engineer. Both in terms of integrity of your work, as well as what you use your talents for. For example, I had made up my mind that no matter where my engineering degree took me, I could never see myself working for a defense contractor. Designing weapons?” he shook his head. “Not something I would feel comfortable with knowing my work had contributed to.”

Emily nodded. “I understand the ethics concern. I know Lucille was talking about that a lot, since we’re going to be asking something difficult from our test subjects. I imagine this must be incredibly awkward for you, considering the matter at hand”

Alan laughed nervously. “I mean…at first maybe? But honestly now at this point, I’m mostly just worried about making sure I don’t offend anyone else on the team. I imagine having a male in the room is going to be incredibly awkward for a lot of this, so I need to make sure I’m being as proper and professional as I can.”

The corner of Emily’s mouth perked up. “I can tell. I think you don’t have much to worry about, regarding that. I know I haven’t worked with you much, but you don’t seem like the kind of man to act immaturely about this. And I can tell that the rest of the ladies trust you, so that’s good enough for me.”

“I appreciate the kind words” Alan laughed. “Please feel free to speak your mind though if something makes you uncomfortable. Last thing I want is to have your internship go poorly because of work environment concerns”

Emily shook her head. “No concerns. Though, I am curious…” a questioning look came over her face. “When I got back to the conference room and showed the team the book I found, Amelia started cursing up a storm under her breath in…what I assume was Highlandic? Or I think it was cursing. She seemed annoyed about something, but got over it quickly and got really friendly afterwards. Do you have any idea what that could have been about?”

Alan blinked. “No, I don’t know. But I wouldn’t worry too much. I’ve known her for almost my entire time here at Hatchstone. Amelia is a character, but if she was actually angry or annoyed with you, she’d make no secret of it. I’m guessing she realized something about her work that needed a correction based on what you found, which is time consuming. She’s a perfectionist that way.”

“Oh, that makes sense,” Emily nodded. “Anyways. Thank you for talking with me. It gives me a lot of perspective about things after I’m done with school.”

“Of course Emily, happy to be of help” Alan pushed the book back towards her. “I believe we’ve got less than an hour left today, but see if you can help the rest of the team with anything today before clocking out. I need to finish up here, so I likely won’t see you until tomorrow.”

“Okay. Have a good night Mr. Bell,” Emily waved before heading out.

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The next few days at the lab were hectic but productive. The group consisting of Ellen, Kira, and Lucille focused on setting up the lab space, while Amelia and Ginny created the lab documentation including procedures and diagrams. Emily and Abigail had posted notices about paid research at both Dryport University as well as the local Community College, and soon Alan found himself in the lab surveying the final results of their work.

The ‘test stand’ was relatively simple. Outwardly it was a large metal box with several attached cameras facing the interior and an attached bidet hose. The top of the box featured both a conventional toilet seat as well as two foot rests directly adjacent, for tests where the user was squatting rather than seated. Several rails were mounted to the box so that users could steady themselves as needed, About 4 feet in front of it on a stand, a box with four lights in a cross pattern sat at eye level. A path from the test stand to the test subject door was lined with standing curtain rods, leading all the way back and past the stand, though they were currently pulled back for ease of explanation.

“So to start, when a test subject walks into the lab, through this door, curtains on these rods will make it so that no one in the observation room is capable of seeing who they are.” Ginny described the process to Alan, following along as she indicated each step of the process.

“Once adıyaman escort they’ve taken a seat, the light box will allow us to non-verbally communicate whether we need them to shift forward, backward, left or right, to ensure that the cameras catch everything. We’ll light up all four to tell them they’re in a good position. They will then press this button,” she held up a small plastic box attached to the stand via a cable. “To let us know that they’re ready to start the test, so that we can begin recording. After they’re done, they can clean themselves off with the attached bidet hose, use the provided sanitary wipes if desired, and they will leave the same way they came in. The door will be locked between test samples so that we can clean the stand for the next user if needed.”

“Okay, great. This all makes sense.” Alan replied. “Ellen, are you happy with the setup for recording?”

“Yes,” Ellen nodded. “If you look inside,” she opened the hinged top of the test stand. “We’ve got four cameras, with lighting. All of them are water proofed for obvious reasons. One for a view from the side, one from the front, one from the back, and one looking directly upward. The grid pattern on the interior sides of the box will allow us to take recordings for later, and project whatever the cameras catch onto tracing paper, so we can get accurate angle measurements of the stream.”

Alan swallowed as he realized that Amelia’s demonstration earlier in the week was tame compared to the data they’d be recording. He’d noticed that there was a very silent tension in the air as everyone attempted to speak as clinically as possible regarding what would be a very personal moment for the test subjects. It made sense, as how else could you approach a situation like this? It was still noticeable though.

“Very good.” he replied, then turned back to Ginny. “Do we have the final procedure for each test subject ready to go?”

“Yes we do,” Ginny handed him a laminated copy of the sheet being given to the test subjects. “That covers everything I’ve told you thus far. The waiting room outside of the lab has direct access to the outside of the building, so no one from inside Hatchstone other than us will be able to see who enters the testing area.”

She walked over to the doorway and opened it to show the setup to Alan.

“When they arrive, test subjects will be given a card with a random number on it.” she gestured to a basket of plastic wafers on a stand by the doorway.

“This will be their test ID and it will be the only way to link them to the data collected. They will be instructed to come with a full bladder, on a day that they are not menstruating, with the understanding that they will provide two samples, one seated, one squatting. There is no particular order that subjects need to go in, other than that we need those two samples by the end of the week. We’ve provided several couches, chairs and desks, as we wanted to give them the option to stay and give both test samples on the same day if that suited their schedule. We’re providing coffee, water, tea, and juice on the side table in case they need help with filling up again.”

Ginny turned and gestured to the card Alan was holding “Once they’re ready to submit a test sample, they will ring the bell next to the doorway and get their instructions. This will let us know to remotely unlock the door so that they can enter.” She indicated the simple doorbell button that had been installed. “They will then enter their test ID number using the keypad, so that those of us in the control room will know who the data belongs to. They then follow the procedure we talked about earlier for getting into position, letting us know when they’re about to go, and then finishing up. Several of us will be in this room or directly outside to assist with questions or other concerns that the test subjects might have. We will not know who has what number, either, and the test recordings will be stored in numeric order, so they’ll be naturally randomized.”

“Okay, great” Alan nodded in satisfaction. “And we are separating the team between the waiting room and control room, correct? That way there’s no “cross contamination” where someone could put a face to anatomy.”

Ginny nodded. “Yes. The waiting room team will be Abigail, Amelia, Emily, and myself. The control room team will be you, Kira, Lucille, and Ellen.” she glanced at him. “To be clear. The test subjects are being made aware of the fact that it won’t be just females reviewing the data we collect. But it’s one thing for a woman to hear that a man will see a video of her urinating, and another thing to see you standing in the room right before they make one of the most intimate videos of their life. That’s why I put you in the control room.”

Alan nodded, letting out a sigh. “I figured as much. And believe me I understand the sensitivity of this subject. Please let me know if there’s anything I should do to help all of you out, if I’m making things uncomfortable”.

Amelia patted him on the back. “Alan, please don’t worry. We know you’re doing your best here. Haven’t had a single complaint about you thus far, and you know I can’t shut up if I have a problem with something.”

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It was on her thirtieth birthday that my wife found out about the excitements of exhibitionism. I had thrown a party for her at a local restaurant. She had got all dolled up (which meant that she was wearing very little). The flimsy satin mini dress she wore over G-string and nothing else had me salivating before we even went out.

Anyway the party went really well and, of course, Mandy had a lot to drink. By eleven o’clock we were all dancing to the disco I had hired and I could see Mandy, across the room, allowing one man after another to dance real close. Mandy is quite a looker and my friends took every opportunity in this close proximity to feel her bum and run their hands up and down her back. Some of them even pressed tight enough to slide her short hem over her bum as they did, so that the rest of the room got a look at her lovely bottom.

I let this go on through three or four dances then, as she was now dancing with two guys at once, one in front and one behind – who clearly had his arms round her and his hands on her tits – I strolled over to slow things down a bit as I thought that they might be getting out of hand.

However, as I whispered in her ear to check if she was all right she whispered back that she was great and that, as midnight was approaching and with it the end of her twenties it was afyon escort the last chance she had of doing anything outrageous. I raised my eyebrows and asked her what she had in mind.

“Watch!” was all she said. With that she stepped back from me, put her arms across her chest to her shoulder straps and just pushed them off her shoulders so that the dress slithered down her body to the floor. Bending, she picked it up and walked over to the nearest chair, draping it over the back. The entire restaurant had stopped of course and, while the music played on, all our friends cheered. At this, Mandy raised her hands over her head and did a twirl. As she was coming round to face us all again one of my friends called out “What about the knickers then?” Mandy stopped, looked down, and to my surprise simply bent forward and pushed her G-string down her thighs until it too dropped past her ankles where she flicked it high into the crowd with her big toe.

Again there was a cheer from the guys – and most of the women too! Mandy bowed, her boobs dangling and wobbling as she did, then strolled nonchalantly over to the nearest bloke and dragged him onto the dance-floor.

The sight of my wife prancing about naked in the middle of a public restaurant was a surprising turn on. As we got nearer midnight, and my aydın escort deadline for the disco, the DJ started playing smoochy numbers. I had my hands full of one of Mandy’s office friends – and they were full too! I could see Mandy over my partner’s shoulder. She was so close to her dancing partner she could have got inside his underwear. Nick’s hands were on her bum, his finger tips out of sight under her arse and no doubt pressed into the soggy gash that I know so well. Then Mandy crowned it all.

The DJ called the last dance- the classic “The Last Waltz”. Mandy walked over to me and led me to the centre of the floor. Our friends made a large circle around us as we twirled. After just a few bars of music Mandy twirled in my grip until she was facing away from me, her bottom just below my swelling crotch. My hands were still round her and now, instead of resting on her pert bum they were across her mound. Mandy placed her own hands over mine and, as we swayed, I felt her apply pressure to my fingers, gradually easing them down her pussy to her gash and applying pressure to her mons. She was swaying her hips and her breathing was getting heavy and I wondered if she was going to make herself come in front of thirty odd people. The circle was spellbound.

Then the record was over. I turned her round, kissed ağrı escort her full on the lips to wild applause around us and led her over to her dress. We stood at the door of the restaurant saying goodbye to all our guests then I paid the bill and we walked over to the car. Mandy was still hot though and, as we got to her door she reached down to her hem and flung her dress off over her head again.

“Fuck me!” she said “Right here, right now! I am going to make the most of my thirties!”

There was no refusing her – and who wanted to?! As she unzipped me and massaged me into a suitable state I lifted her arse against the car window and she slipped my prick into her warm and cosy snatch. I just set off at a rate of knots, pounding her against the side of the car. Although we were out of sight of the road I had forgotten that the restaurant staff would be coming out to their cars as soon as they’d cleared up. Sure enough, as I was building up to come and Mandy was leaning back with her tits in the air the DJ and two of the waiters appeared, carrying out the turntables. After nearly dropping the equipment they simply laughed and called out various things. One of the things they called was “Me next!” Although it wasn’t clear at the time because she was gasping and calling for me to go faster, Mandy heard it. She says it was the image of them queuing up behind me with rampant pricks at the ready that took her over the top. She certainly made enough noise when she came.

Anyway, we discussed that image and the next letter you get might just recount how it happened.

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I wouldn’t usually order a margarita but tonight as I sit across from you in this booth, I have. I watch intently as my fingers slowly trace the drops of perspiration collecting on the glass before lifting it to my mouth. I tease you with a glimpse of the pink of my tongue as it glides over the salt on the rim before wrapping my lips around the edge to take a drink. I set it down with a soft ‘clink’ that sends ripples through the tension around us. I worry my bottom lip a little, collecting the remaining salt there, before pulling it back into my mouth to savor the taste of it fully.

It’s not the first time we’ve found ourselves in this bar on the opposite side of town. However it is the first time we’ve found ourselves in this particular situation. I listen to you talk as I think back to when you proposed the idea that’s led us here. The look of pleasant surprise that snuck its way across your face at my quick agreement thrilled me almost as much as the proposition itself.

My eyes cut back to you before glancing behind you to the lone door at the end of the dark hallway. You turn to follow my line of sight before a knowing smile draws the corner of your lip upwards. I squeeze my thighs together as my pulse picks up. We both know what will happen once we walk through that door. I’m not sure whether the subtle shake of my hands is from trepidation or anticipation.

“Are you ready?”, you ask me, your voice low and smooth like honey seducing any doubts I may have.

I watch as you raise your drink to your mouth and the amber liquid pours into it. I hear the ice knock against the glass and my nipples tighten as I imagine how cool your tongue would feel against them right now after you’ve taken another deep gulp. I watch your Addams apple bob and it’s as though the alcohol you’ve just consumed hits my senses instead. I can feel electricity dance across my skin as we lock eyes and it takes milliseconds to know the only way out of this booth, this bar, is through that back door that leads down to The Underground.

I watch as you stand before me and wait to usher me towards our destination. The click of my shoes against the floor seems amplified as we make our way down the hallway. As we reach the door I glance in your direction one last time before my hand meets the cold metal of the knob and I turn it confidently.

I’m immediately met with the scent of stale cigarettes and expensive perfume. There’s a lingering hint of sex that drapes itself across the air and any other time it would have turned me in the other direction. Tonight however, it propels me forwards farther into the room.

People lounge along the walls on dark couches. Mirrors line the walls and I can see the reflections of the patrons here turn to look at us as we stand before them. I take in the large bed in the middle of the room and adrenaline floods through my system once again. I can feel my arousal increase ten-fold as I quickly imagine what’s about to occur on the stage that lies before us.

We come to stand against the side of the bed and face each other. I can feel the music vibrating against the soles of my feet. I watch you intently as you stare back at me. I surprise myself by making the first move forward and drop to my knees.

I look up at you from beneath my lashes as I begin to undo your belt and remove your pants. I draw out the pace my hands work at and let the air between us begin to simmer. I tease your skin with the tips of my fingers before an idea creeps into my mind and I stop to rise back up onto my feet.

I stand just close enough for you to feel my breath fan against your heated skin. I skim my lips along your jaw before stopping at the shell of your ear, my hand at the base of your hair pulling you even closer to me. My voice drops to barely a whisper and I let a flutter of words escape that eskişehir escort you strain to hear.

“Let’s really give them a show.”

I move my palm flush against your chest and take another slow step forward. The back of your knees come into contact with the firmness of the bed behind you. I give you a gentle push and your body collides soundlessly with the mattress. The metallic creak of the springs are drowned out partly due to the music around us and partly because of the thrum of your blood rushing past your ears. You watch with anticipation as I crawl up your body and you feel the mattress dip with each of my movements. Knee. Palm. Knee. Palm.

I come to stop above you, my knees bracketing your hips. My hand holds the side of your face as I use the other to drag my thumb across your lower lip. I’m mesmerized as I watch the skin there bow lightly from the pressure of my touch. I look up to stare into your eyes and then back down at your lips. I wonder if they taste like the alcohol we had earlier.

I part my own and lean down as I move to find the answer to my question. My heart hammers in my chest, the pounding of which is only outdone by the throbbing between my thighs. I feel the slickness of my arousal for you slide down to coat my underwear. The urge to seek friction there bubbles up inside of me and makes itself known.

Goosebumps erupt along my skin as my mouth engulfs yours. I plunge my tongue forward to explore every recess. My nipples pebble and harden as the faint taste of your drink and the essence of you flood into my mouth, assaulting my senses. I can feel your teeth catch on my bottom lip as we move against each other. My inner muscles clench deliciously in anticipation of what we both know is to come.

My lungs are screaming at me to move away from you to suck air into them but I can’t find the will to do so. I’d rather forego oxygen and die at the mercy of your tongue and lips as they anchor me to you in an adrenaline filled rush. My head is swimming and my chest burns as I drop to grind myself against you. My mouth breaks away just long enough to take a quick breath before the air is expelled once again from me as a low moan.

I can feel the hardness of your cock as I rock myself back and forth against it. I close my eyes as I drop my forehead against you and will myself to not cum from just this. I can feel the emptiness of my pussy as my muscles grasp at nothing. I ache for you to fill me. The mental image of myself repeatedly impaling myself on your dick renders me even more impatient and needy.

I trail kisses down your throat and over your chest, stopping at the v of your hips. I can feel your cock bob against my stomach leaving a trail of precum in it’s wake. Fuck I want to feel it drip down the back of my throat. My mouth waters at the thought.

I lower my head to take you into my mouth. It reminds me of just a few short minutes ago when I knelt before you. The desire to let the people in this room watch me command the orgasm from you as I drank you down was so strong. It still is. I can feel the air of the room brush against my soaked panties and the eyes of our audience on my raised ass.

I momentarily release you from my mouth with a wet pop. I move to stand and remove the last of what shields my skin from you and the strangers around us. I keep my eyes focused on you as yours watch the thin fabric fall away. I can smell my arousal and feel it coat the inside of my thighs. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this turned on.

There’s so many hungry eyes here begging for me to show them what a good girl I can be for you. They’re waiting for me to show them how good I can take your cock. They’re dying to see how hard you can make me cum. It makes another flood of arousal seep from me.

I crawl back up to hover over you. I watch as your eyes take me in. I run my fingers over gaziantep escort myself, moving in a quick circle over my clit. I’m exercising every ounce of self control I can muster as I stare down at you. I move my drenched fingers to your mouth and can feel the sensation from your tongue lapping at them echoing against my core. I bring them to my mouth and suck them in. They taste of you and me and it adds another layer of eroticism to the moment.

I can hear soft moans and the quiet slapping of skin begin to flutter across my peripheral as I reach down to rub the head of your cock against me. Everything goes quiet as I begin sinking onto you, my mouth falling open. I can feel the pressure of you filling me as my muscles shift to mold to the shape of you. I can feel the burn of how hard you are inside me against the softness of my inner walls as I work with gravity to impale myself further. Our pelvises jolt against each other as I sink the final distance.

Every cell in my body feels like it’s vibrating. I feel the pull of you withdrawing from me as I raise myself upwards before rolling my hips back down. It’s a slick slide of controlled rhythm but that control is being annihilated with every rock of my body. The heat emanating from where we’re connected rises with every thrust and the pace is slowly burning me alive. It’s not enough. In an effort of self preservation I raise to me knees and slam myself back down in an attempt to stamp out the flames.

I can feel the bite of your hands at my hips as my head rolls back to give voice to the overwhelming sensations racking my body. My tempo quickens as a wave of adrenaline courses through me at the thought of the people around us watching the show we’re putting on. I can hear their echoing moans and grunts getting louder and I momentarily wonder if they’re imagining themselves thrusting up into me or sinking down on to you. My muscles flutter in response to those heady images and it propels me to put just that much more grind into my hips.

I trail my hands up over my stomach to squeeze and pinch my nipples. My breath leaves my lungs in hot pants that stir the hair that clings to my sticky skin. The lights around us have us illuminated in the spotlight and that knowledge spurs me on as well. I want nothing more than to please you. I want the room to revel in the way that you make me feel. To watch in awe as you reduce me to nothing but want and a pulsing desire that throbs demandingly between my thighs.

I can feel myself falter at the intensity of where my pussy claims your dick and before the words have even begun to slip past my lips I’m on my front propped before you. You force the air from my lungs with a deep thrust forward and it’s exactly what I need. I can do nothing but whimper in approval as you place one hand at the back of my neck holding me in place. You place the palm of your other hand on the lower expanse of my back, instructing me to arch further for you.

You immediately set a punishing pace and my eyes can barely open enough to see the dimly lit faces of our audience before I slide them upwards to watch you above me. Time feels like it’s slowed as I take in the exertion of your movements etched on your face. I trail them over the crease of your brow, the depth of the shade your eyes have gone, before focusing in on your parted lips. My intense gaze on you is shattered as you hit just the right spot inside me. I can feel the sting of it draw another wave of wetness out of me to coat your cock and pelvis.

Awareness floods back into the forefront of my mind as I grasp the sheets tightly between my fingers. Every part of me jolts in time with your thrusts. I can feel each pull of you withdrawing from me before the sharp slap of you slamming home against me again. My nipples scrap against the bed beneath us and it adds to the sensation of the coil that’s giresun escort tightening deep within me.

I’m steadily voicing for you now how close I am and begging you to let me cum. I can feel the smirk that wants to grace your lips because you know I’m completely at your mercy. My skin is slick and my lungs burn and the muscles in my stomach threaten to combust at any moment.

The moans from our viewers weave around us and I make eye contact with a blonde on the couch directly across from us. Her legs are wrapped around a man as she draws his mouth closer to her core. I watch the pleasure slide across her features as she watches the pleasure you’ve created within me slide over mine. I moan in acknowledgement and encouragement. It’s erotic and how forbidden the situation is amps up the ache in my clit.

I want to watch her cum. I want to watch her drench his face as our pleasure adds to her own and sends her over the edge. I can feel you watching me watch her and for a moment I wish it was my mouth against her as you view she and I on the couch. As though you caught a glimpse of the dark thought yourself you slam against me. Our combined moans hit her ears and I watch her legs clamp down around her partner’s head and she voices her release. Another rush of wetness coats your cock as I witness her come undone.

I’m fighting a losing battle against my own release and I’ll be damned if I let it outdo my will to hold on. Part of me is pleading with myself not to let this end already. To keep performing this symphony of skin against skin in this concert hall we’ve created. I’m not ready for our performance for The Underground to end so abruptly.

The other is trying to convince myself to hurdle into the abyss and let it consume me. To let myself end the assault on my nerves and stop my synapses from firing at a pace I can’t keep up with anymore. I can faintly hear your voice taunting me if I want to cum for you. You know just as well as I do that I’m more than ready to cum like my life depends on it. Your voice draws me out of my internal reverie and I answer you aloud.

“Please,” desperation saturates my voice.

“Ah,” you grittily admonish, “how do good girls ask?”

I’m hitting my breaking point now. I’m ready to crawl out of my skin just to escape the feeling you unleash upon me with every thrust of your hips. I’m overheated and over-sensitized and the room is filled with steady waves of people hitting their ends. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this kind of envy in my life as I yearn for my own. I’m splitting apart at the seems in the most delicious way and the pressure in my cunt has hit an unbearable level.

“Please let me cum,” I wail sensually, “Please make me cum all over your cock.”

Without hesitation you press two fingers to my clit and move them in steady circles. The weight of them ignites the fragile fuse inside me and it’s all it takes for the damn to finally burst. Everything melts down to bright lights flashing against my eyelids and ringing in my ears. The muscles of my pelvis quake violently, as the rest lock in place.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” I sloppily repeat the mantra as my mind goes blank.

My scream falls from my mouth and is consumed by the pounding music around us. Your hand at my neck tightens as I feel you thrust into me past the tightness of my orgasm before the heat of your release fills me. I can feel how drenched your idly circling fingers have become against me as the mixture of us seeps out of me onto them. It’s moments before you fall forward pinning me to the mattress with the weight of your thrumming body. You place a kiss to my shoulder and breathe heavily against me as you praise what a good girl I’ve been.

I let out a small chuckle with what energy I have left. I’m vaguely aware of the shifting of cushions and the rustling of clothes around us. I’d love nothing more then to give into the temptation of sleep but I know it’s impossible to do so here. I feel you slap my ass with a swift smack and I drag my head to turn in your direction. That same smirk from earlier graces your lips again. We both smile knowingly in agreement. This won’t be our only performance at The Underground.

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XXII: Do You Really Have To Ask?

Blake and Liam

Liam

Liam reached over to press the button on his phone that would send a pulse to Blake’s vibrator as he wrote down a little “i” to indicate a tonic chord under the staff of music. He grinned. Knowing that he was causing Blake some form of pleasure–enough to scramble her brain a little bit if she hadn’t been over exaggerating earlier–definitely made his analysis homework a lot more fun.

He was tempted to log back into Blake’s room and turn his laptop enough that Eli and Swar couldn’t see but decided not to. He would get far too distracted, and the tent in his pants was already distracting enough. He wouldn’t be able to just watch Blake’s show. She was far too incredible for that, and he didn’t have the privacy for that at the moment. One of the downfalls of a triple.

As he found another tonic chord–this one stretching for two whole measures–Liam lengthened the pulse, and pressed the button again, sending the vibrations to Blake.

His cock, already painfully hard, twitched at the image of what it would do to her.

***

Blake

Blake was absolutely drunk with arousal by the time her viewers finally reached the anal goal. Liam’s annoyingly random vibrations had kept her on the edge as she fingered her asshole, preparing it for Lt. Dan’s cock. She hadn’t been able to cum but was so tingly and horny that she imagined Liam could make her cum just by walking through her door and kissing her needy pussy.

This horny, Blake almost didn’t realize that the goal finally had been hit. When she did, giggles burst forth from her lips as she oriented Lt. Dan’s torso the correct way so she could get maximum pleasure while her viewers got maximum jerk-off material. She lined the cock up with her needy asshole even as Liam sent more vibrations through her, then slowly sank down on the cock, moaning as it stretched out her tight little hole.

Contrary to popular belief, stretching her ass–correctly, at least–does not make her asshole any ‘looser’ than normal, it just gave her more practice at controlling the muscles and made them more accustomed to accepting larger toys and cocks.

As Blake began bouncing up and down on the cock, random vibrations short-circuiting her brain every now and then, she wished it was Liam’s perfect cock. She closed her hatay escort eyes, lifting her booty up and down, making sure to twerk a bit as she did so, and in her mind, it became Liam’s wonderful cock, as it had before. She rode his cock, pounding her ass, impatient for it to explode within her.

For what seemed like hours, Blake rode the cock with her ass, letting it bring her so incredibly close to the edge. Yet it wouldn’t bring her over the edge for some reason. Not yet. Even with the vibrator.

Just as she started to grow impatient, the vibrator pulsed hard and long, ripping a half-moan, half-scream from Blake as her orgasm tore through her.

She slammed her ass down to the hilt on the cock, gasping for breath, legs quivering as she rode out the waves of overwhelming pleasure, trying to will the cock to explode and fill her ass with cum. Even worse, the vibrator kept her in her own world, sending waves of pleasure through her that fogged up her head just as it started to clear.

Eventually, Blake caught her breath and her head de-fogged enough for her to remember that the reason she had a fake, lubed-up cock inside her instead of Liam’s hot, pulsing, cum-covered one, was because she was doing a show.

Fuck…I need to stop that.

As she looked over her shoulder at the chat window, Blake relaxed. None of her fans seemed to mind it when she got so into fucking herself that she just did her own thing and forgot about chatting with them for a bit, but Blake always felt a bit unprofessional when she did it.

Though she was definitely an exhibitionist and thoroughly enjoyed herself most of the time, this was a business, not a hobby, and she needed to treat it like one.

The vibrator pulsed again, coaxing a moan from her lips, and she immediately took it out, making a note to text Liam.

“Sorry about that, dudes,” she breathed, heart still pounding as she lifted her ass up and let Lt. Dan’s cock slip out, “Got a little too in my head there.”

She wiggled her ass and winked her hole a bit, showing them her gape before turning around. As she situated herself, she moved Lt. Dan out of the way, and one of her longer, thicker plugs caught her eye.

Blake grinned at the camera, “So my booty-hole and my puss-puss definitely need a break from vibrating and fucking, but ığdır escort I wanna stay on and chat with you guys.”

She reached over and grabbed the plug, holding it up to the camera, “Who wants me to stick this up my butt while we talk?”

Blake erupted in a giggle-fit as tips came flooding in.

***

Liam

Liam was just about to activate the vibrator again when a text from Blake popped up on his phone. He’d finished his homework a while ago and was now just using the toy when he felt like it.

When he popped open the messages app and read Blake’s text, he grinned.

“Hey 🙂 Just finished the fucking-part of my show. Still kinda horny, but I needed a break from the vibrator. That’s okay, right?”

Liam raised an eyebrow as he texted back.

“Of course. Did you…have fun?”

“Yes, silly. I tend to have fun when I’m bouncing up and down on a big thick cock in my ass while by boyfriend drives me crazy by sending disturbingly random vibrations through my pussy. What exactly were you doing, anyway?”

Liam’s cock jumped at that image, and he had to swallow the lump in his throat as he adjusted himself. He’d been half-hard since he’d texted Blake about using the vibrator earlier, and his tip was sensitive as it brushed against the inside of his pants.

“I was doing analysis homework and timed the vibrations to every time I found a certain chord.”

“I can honestly say I never would have thought of that. It’s very ‘you’, though :P”

“I’ll take that as a complement, I guess?”

“You should. It was aMAAAAAzing!!!”

Liam snorted.

“You’re trying to make me hard, aren’t you?”

“I think that’s probably my general state of being, yes. Is it working?”

“Do you really have to ask?”

“:P Just checking. Actually…”

A few seconds went by with just the typing dots on the screen. They disappeared just before a picture of Blake’s hand holding a very long, thick, colorful buttplug popped up on his scree, followed by the message:

“That’s going to be stretching my ass out in a few minutes.”

Liam blinked, angling his phone away from the rest of the room as he glanced around the room. Swar was focused on his computer, however, and Eli was up in his bed playing Halo on the TV.

“That’s…big.”

“:P I know for a fact you’ve seen ısparta escort me take bigger. It’s honestly easier to take than I imagine your cock would be.”

Liam’s cock twitched.

“You’re doing that on purpose.”

“What? Teasing you? 😛 I think I’m just doing it because I miss you.”

“I miss you, too. A lot.”

“Ugh, why do you have to be so fucking sweet? I was gonna tease you again.”

“:P”

“-_- Well, just so you know. I miss you a LOT. When I was doing my show and fucking my ass with my dildo, I wanted so bad for it to be your perfect fucking cock buried balls deep in my ass, stretching might tight little hole with every fucking thrust. The thought of what you would feel like in my ass was so insane that I almost decided to lift my conditions for you getting to fuck my ass.”

Liam cleared his throat. His cock was now painfully hard.

“You’re…not allowed to do that if I can’t come over.”

“Hehehe.”

He thought for a moment, then went for it.

“Did you decide to lift the conditions?”

“Nope. You said it was okay, and as much as I want your tongue and fingers and cock in my ass, I also really want that bubble butt of yours.”

Liam swallowed at that, despite how his cock twitched. He looked down at the phone, not sure exactly how to respond, when another picture popped up. This one showed Blake’s pale, perfectly rough ass, with the large base of a plug resting between her cheeks, just above her shining wet pussy.

“Okay, that’s really not fair.”

“I know 🙁 My pussy is very empty and lonely. How dare you not be inside me, right now :P”

Liam bit his lip.

“Any chance Marie decided to go away for the next few days?”

“Ugh, I wish. You think you’d be in your room if she was? I would have been teasing you in person so you could be fucking me into a coma right now, dude.”

Liam stood up and headed for the bathroom.

His phone buzzed.

“You’re gonna go jerk off right now, aren’t you?”

Liam froze, staring at his phone with one hand on the door. He stepped in, locking it behind him, then texted back.

“Where are your cameras?”

“Hehehe. I figured you were either already jerking off or thinking about it. Don’t forget to think about what I said about your ass, Liam, because I NEED your cock in my ass. BAD.”

Liam looked down at his tented sweats and sighed.

“It’s not like I really have a choice, at this point, do I?”

A/N: I hope you appreciated Liam’s method of making Blake’s head explode. Do you think he’s really going to follow through with Blake’s conditions for anal?

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It was a normal, everyday Spring Thursday, and I had just arrived home after a grueling 55 minute commute which had totally drained whatever energy I had left completely out of me. Every day this week traffic had been bad, the result of some of the endless “improvements” the Department of Transportation felt strong enough about to extend into rush hour.

I went inside my modest townhouse, kicked off my shoes, snapped open a brew, and settled into my easy chair to relax. Like a bee to honey, I heard my wife Patty coming downstairs, and I smiled when she entered the room.

“Do you like this blouse?” she asked with a smile, posing in the blue tinted simple shirt. It was nice, nothing special, but she looked good in it. “Yes, I replied, it’s nice, honey.”

“I though I would wear it to dinner Saturday night,” she said.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“Where? You are taking me to dinner, silly,” she replied. “Don’t you remember, you promised. We’re going to Seaview.”

Oh, yes, I think I did ask her, but that was a couple weeks ago after she was complaining we don’t go anywhere anymore. It was a throwaway comment to get her off my back, cause it seems like she’s always bitching me about something. The yard, the painting which needs to be finished, the car that needed an oil change, not getting a big enough house allowance, you name it.

We had been married 18 years, and truthfully, between work and volunteer work and the kids and work and church and work and, well, you get the picture, we had grown artfully apart in some ways and our lives had become routine in others. Yes, we love each other. But some might not know it.

Our love life was in a drought. When we were just married we made love five, six, seven nights a week, sometimes a couple times a night. After a couple years we got into the few times a week mode many couples do, as life gets in the way of pleasure. But we always made a habit of Saturday night being one for pleasure, and at least one other night a week. Sometimes I would go into work a little late, as she’d humor me with a quickie to remind me of how wonderful (!) I was.

But in recent years sex had been hit or miss. On anniversaries, birthdays and New Year’s Eve. Seldom in between. I would be lying if I said we averaged once a month. Some of it was fantastic, but more often than not I felt she was putting out for duty rather than pleasure. Oh, sure, there were times where I could tell she really wanted it, that she had a fabulous orgasm, but the majority of the time it was sex for my sake, and not a lot of that.

In recent months I had attempted to rekindle the flame, a romantic weekend here and a bouquet of flowers there. A nice dinner here and there. It didn’t really help my sex life, except that she had humored by with a couple of impromptu hand jobs for no apparent reason. Depressing, actually, but I guess the routine had become routine. Or something like that.

“Rob????. You are not listening to me,” she barked, snapping me out of my slumber. “You didn’t forget about dinner, did you?”

“No honey, I remember, and that blouse looks nice.”

“Okay, okay, but you seem so distant lately. We never talk.”

What could I say. I was tired of talk. I wanted action. My secretary was 20 years older than me, but every once in a while I fantasized about her being bent over my desk. Geez.

“Honey, work has been tough, I’m sorry. We’ll have fun this weekend, for sure. In fact, if you haven’t started dinner I’ll run out and get us chinese, what do you say.”

“Okay, hon, go ahead. Oh, and by the way, I have something I want to ask you, but it can wait.”

Oh, heck, I thought, whenever she asks, it drives me crazy or costs me money. Well, it can wait. I am in no mood for any of her Feng Shui, crystals, homeopathic healing or magic charms talk, and our bankbook was not exactly exploding. Other than a round of golf here and there, and our week of vacation at the beach, not exactly living on easy street. But my job was good, even though the lack of exercise gave me a bit of a love handle. Patty did some volunteer work tutoring some teenagers, proudly driving around in our two-year-old minivan with the “Patty’s Jeep” license plates. No, it wasn’t a Jeep, but it was a Chrysler, and the plates were a reminder of the vehicle she had through her 20s.

She found the time to work out a couple times a week, keeping in a size 10, a good if not a model’s figure. She had nice breasts, 34Cs, and a special pear-shaped ass that I loved to hold on to…when she let me.

After dinner we had settled into West Wing, when, during a commercial, she asked if she could have a few hundred bucks to buy this writing desk she saw at Bombay Company. “It’s beautiful, it would go wonderfully in the study.”

I shook my head. “Honey, money is a little tight, I’m sure it’s nice…”

She cut me off. “Look, cheapskate, I don’t ask for much.”

“Whoa, cheapskate, who paid for this house, dinner, your car…” my Irish dander rising my the second.

She kahramanmaraş escort was pissed. “Wait a minute, you make it sound like I am a whore, you bastard, I do a lot around this house, wait on your hand and foot.”

I don’t know what happened, but I exploded. All of my frustrations came out at once.

“If you were a whore I would be getting my dick taken care of, that’s for sure, a whole lot more than it is, you bitch.”

She started crying, and I just can’t stand that. I felt like a jerk. I tried to hug her but she pushed me away.

“Aw come on, honey, I didn’t mean it,” I said, not knowing that my look and tone showed her I really did. I started thinking that I am constantly getting on her case about things, probably because I am so sexually frustrated, but I was sorry to hurt her.

We settled back to the show, on opposite sides of the couch.

Afterward, she said to me again, pouting, “I really want that desk, it’s small, it looks great, and it’s only $399 on sale.”

After a pregnant pause, I replied, “I really want some sex.”

She shook her head in disgust.

“You do treat me like a whore when you say things like that.”

I nodded, “Sorry, but what can I say? Put out and you can have your desk. How about Saturday night?”

“You mean if we have sex and dinner I get the desk?”

“Yup. And the agreement is for sex in the van, before or after dinner. No idle promises. No IOUs. Sex on demand, payable in full before the merchandise.”

It was one of those long, drawn out pauses, where neither side talks. The line was drawn, would she cross it?

“In the van?” she asked, a place where we hadn’t done it in ages.

“Uh huh.” I said it firmly, but I would have given in if she had asked. But she didn’t.

I stared at her, she at me.

Quietly, almost without me hearing, she said: “Okay.”

“What?”

“I said okay. Sex and dinner for the desk.”

We had been down this road before. She had promised sex for the bed set, the television for the basement, you name it. But she usually didn’t seriously take the deal, welshing out nearly every time. She’d claim it was too late, she was too tired, I hadn’t shaved, whatever. And each time I let her go, never holding her to the bargain.

I had never followed the hooker’s credo…get the money (or the sex in this case)…up front.

Whatever, I had a hard on thinking of the night. “You aren’t going to welsh on me, are you?”

“Nope,” she replied before nodding off to slumberland.

– Saturday’s Blur –

I reminded her hourly about the deal, teasing her incessantly. Heck, I knew she would back out. Imagine, an old married couple still and I get less sex than a priest. Well, maybe not a priest.

After playing a round of golf Saturday, I hit the shower and walked into our bedroom. Patti was laying on the bed. “Do you want me now,” she asked, coyly.

“Yes,” I replied, “but it won’t count for the desk. That is in the van tonight.”

She just shook her head, turned over on her side, and feigned sleep.

Just after 5 I shook her awake, kissing her neck. “Get up honey, our reservations are for 6. She attempted to shake the cobwebs out, but it took a few minutes before she was totally back in the real world.

“Ok, let me get washed up, I’m famished,” she said with a smile. I lay down on the bed while she showered, wondering whether tonight would be the night I’d get some. I felt like a teenager before a big date, not knowing if I would end up with a case of blue balls or nirvana.

After a bit she entered the bedroom, hair encased in a bath towel, another around her middle. She smiled at me, “Want to do it now?” I nodded my head, but added that anything before we left the house would be extra, and not meet the terms of our deal.

She rolled her eyes, and headed toward the closet. “What…ever”.

She pulled out a pair of pretty cotton panties, but I told her to leave them in the drawer. “Not tonight, honey, leave them off.” Surprisingly she put them back, put on her bra, blouse, and a pleated skirt which stopped just above her knees. Back to the bathroom to brush her hair, add some makeup, jewelry, and before you know it we were out the door and on our way to Seaview.

It was still light out, and when I mentioned stopping to seal our deal she emphatically said no way. It was too light, too dangerous, you name it. I just figured it would be the first of a constant stream nos that night.

Instead of pouting, I decided to let whatever happen, happen. We had a marvelous dinner, me the steak, she the flounder, both prepared perfect. I have to admit that she looked lovely. Before desert I excused myself and headed to the men’s room, sitting in a stall to do my business and thinking ahead to what might be a stellar evening of debauchery. Footsteps entered the men’s room, and after a bit one of the men said to the other an eye-opening comment.

“You’re right, that girl has nice legs,” said one, kastamonu escort apparently following up on an earlier conversation.

My ears perked up, and I told myself to look around the room to see whose legs were so nice. At least until I heard the next comment.

“What’s nicer is that she isn’t wearing any panties!”

“What?” replied the surprised man.

“She’s right across from me and when she got up to the salad bar I could see right up to those pretty pussy hairs!” he said. “Oh yea, that was nice.”

The two continued their banter for a bit, talking about MY wife as I remembered my sans-panties order. I couldn’t help my dick from hardening as I thought of their voyeuring eyes. I waited in the bathroom for several minutes, letting the erection subside before washing up and re-entering the restaurant. Sure enough, about 20 feet from my table, two men and their wives were eating dinner and one of the men had a great view of our table.

It made for a pleasant remainder of the dinner. Patty even mentioned my mood, and I just told her I enjoyed having some quality time with her, all the while wondering if the guys at the other table were gazing at my wife’s legs or higher. I made sure I had my seat a little to the side to give them a table with a view.

The service was great, fast, and after filling our bellies we walked hand in hand to our car, but not before walking, hand-in-hand, past the table with the two couples. I caught one of the two men’s eyes, and winked. He quickly turned his head, as if worried I would say something.

“What time does Bombay close, honey,” I quizzed as we neared our pride and joy mini-van. “Ten? Then we have just enough time to fool around.”

We got into the van and I started driving away from the resort and around the nearby grounds. I stopped the car twice, off on a side road once and another in a parking lot of what seemed like a deserted building. Both times we started making out, both times we were interrupted by cars (including once by a security van slowly driving by us) and she calmly said that she wasn’t comfortable. But she didn’t say the big N-O.

As I pulled away, she said to find someplace more quiet. It had seemed so much easier years ago when I spent numerous evenings parking throughout the tri-state area with various dates.

I couldn’t believe my ears, though, because she actually wanted to go through with it. Minutes later I noticed a soon to be built housing development, complete with a main road which sported a “No Outlet” sign prominently displayed. Why not give that a try? The road was dark and we drove back, maybe a half mile, before huge signs warned us to go no further. As we turned around at the end, heading past a median strip, I noticed a little pullout on the side and pulled in. Voila, perfect!

Patti sat still as I moved toward her, running my hand through her hair. “Honey, I said, I love you. And I want you very badly.”

“I love you too, but can’t we go home?”

“Nope, a deal’s a deal,” I said. This was going to be fun!

“Let’s get it over with then,” she said, nearly spoiling the mood. She dropped to her knees, reached over and pulled down my zipper, and in no time began honoring my cock with her wet lips. She licked the sides of my dick, grasping the base of it and jerking me up and down. I fought off the instant urge to cum, and was basking in the wonderful feelings she was giving me.

“Suck it, honey, suck my dick.”

She did.

Up and down, around and around. She held my cock and licked my pulsing dick as if it were Baskin-Robbins’ newest chocolate flavored ice cream cone. She wet it with her spit, slobbering all over me, and swallowed all the pre-cum which leaked from the eye of my rock-hard cock. It was an incredible feeling, one I hadn’t felt for years, as she sucked my dick out on the dark, secluded road.

She continued worshiping my cock, alternating a tongue bath with face rubbing and then good old fashion cock-sucking just like the good old days. It was a tough battle — not cumming when my dick wanted to splatter her mouth with baby batter — at least until we were shocked to hear a nearing car. Patty jumped off my dick and jumped back into her seat as if jumping away from a slithering snake. And although she sort of was, it wasn’t my idea of a great ending to a fantastic blow job. “Honey! I cried, that was wonderful. Nobody saw you. Come on.” False alarm. The wayward automobile had turned the corner, drove past us, and disappeared up the road.

I begged her for more, but it took the threat of the disappearing desk to finally ensure her decision.

“Alright,” she said, moving to the back of the van. “Let’s go, though. The store closes in less than an hour.”

Time was ticking, and my dick was still immense from her skillful mouth job.

She laid down on the back seat, lifting her skirt up and around her hips, presenting me with a pretty trimmed pussy backlit by the moon’s gentle light as she opened kayseri escort up her shapely legs.

“Wait,” I said, remembering the exquisite sucking she recently had been doing

“You weren’t finished with this.”

I suspect she was losing her will to argue, because she moved up and back onto her knees and got back to work on my dick. Quite possibly the naughtiness of this rendezvous was turning her on.

She blew me, sucking my cock like a teenage temptress from a land long ago and far away. Slowly, she sucked inch after pulsating inch into her mouth. I felt my powerful dick slide deep, causing her to groan then nearly choke. She had never been able to deep throat me, but I did have nearly all in her mouth as she relaxed her mouth and took as much of my throbbing dick as she could. Then she switched over and whipped her tongue over the sensitive underside of my cock.

It didn’t take much of her mouth magic, and my dick nearly exploded from her intense slurping and sucking. She even rubbed in along her cheek a few times for effect, and that just about did it.

“Honey, let’s fuck,” was all I said, as she floated onto her back, and I pulled down my pants, hurrying to get inside her wet pussy before she changed her mind.

I would like to say I gave her a good, powerful fucking, but I won’t lie. It was awful. Oh, she was great and I enjoyed myself immensely, but I couldn’t have thrust into her soaked sucking pussy more than a dozen times before I showered her insides with a gallon of pent up desire of sperm before she knew what hit her.

“Oh honey, I couldn’t wait,” I said, my cock shriveling inside her. “That was intense, it was great.”

She held my ass as I collapsed on top of her.

Patti lay below me, her hips still moving up against my loins. Her body moved while mine was spent. “Oh honey, don’t worry,” she cooed, rubbing against me. “I understand. I think…” She paused mid-sentence, still pushing up at me. “But I am a little horny, can you get it up again?”

Oh my god, she wants more. Doesn’t it figure. It’s been ages since we’d done it, and now she wants more, a doubleheader within 15 minutes of each other. Unbelievable.

I wanted to fuck her again, sure, but I am not the young stud of days gone by. I worried I wouldn’t be able to get it up again, but as we slid around to lay side-by-side, I did feel a stirring as I fingered her wetness with first one, then two, digits.

We cuddled; she played with my gradually hardening dick, I caressed her cum-filled pussy.

“That feels great, honey,” she said in near whisper. Her hips and pussy were fucking my fingers, which in turn continued to lengthen my dick. “Let me get on top of you.”

Patti and I revered positions, and I caressed her 34c tits while she grasped my cock. She rubbed my semi-hard dick all along her slit, up and down. Her eyes were closed as her hands worked on me and her pussy, and I could tell she was in never-never land.

It took some work but I somehow was able to manage enough strength and length to slip inside her welcoming cunt. I was nowhere near as hard as I was, and in the back of my mind I worried about going soft before she came, so I grasped her ass and pulled her on to me as much as I possibly could.

She rutted against me, humping me with eyes closed. She kissed my neck, fucking me. I have to admit it was good, it was a great feeling, something I had missed for the longest time. Enhancing the act was my mind, which reveled in the thoughts of her shapely ass being pulled in and all over my cock. I somehow pulled up her one piece top, savoring her tits with my mouth. She moaned as I thrust inside her, getting her closer and closer to nirvana.

We fucked like teenagers, with her telling me to fuck harder and harder and harder. She was clearly on the edge of cumming, and I wanted that to happen like nothing else. So intent were we on our carnal actions that we didn’t hear the vehicle approaching us until the high beams shot through the rear window.

Again, Patti was shocked and attempted to pull, no jump, off me, but I was too close and held her ass tight against me as I rutted up against her. Something about the debauchery must have set off a trigger deep inside her, and she somehow forgot about the flashing beams and finished herself, with me close behind, in a fitful orgasmic explosion of cum.

“Ohhh yes!!!” she cried out, “yes yes yes yes.” I could see her look out and see what turned out to be a pickup truck with several youths hooting and hollering at the woman with the open top riding someone in the van. She clung to me, spent and embarassed all in one.

I, being below eye level, couldn’t see anything in the external world, but as she rolled off me I glanced up and saw the truck’s taillights blazing and heard the horn’s honing a loud salute.

Ah, it was great!

Even the little woman gave me an evil smile after her heartbeat got back to normal.

“That was quite a romp, tiger,” she said with a smile in her voice. “And the visitors, well, at first I was mortified but when you kept going you sent me over the edge.”

I smiled at her, then jumped up as I looked at the clock in the front of the van. A deal is a deal, and it was 9:30. I flew into the front seat, somehow managing not to trip myself as my pants were still around my legs.

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She bent over to counter to reach for the knob to turn off the water and my eye couldn’t help traveling the length of her back to her butt, highlighted as it was in her bikini bottoms. Her feet were off the floor as she stretched to reach the faucet. Even though my daughter’s best friend Linda just turned eighteen, she had not yet reached five-foot-tall yet and my counters were built for my six-foot four frame, so they were a bit high for her. Of course, I didn’t take into account my daughter’s friends when I designed the place. I was single back then, so I built my home to fit me. When I married my late wife Carrie, it took her some time to get used to the house’s dimensions, but she never complained about it. She was five-seven, so it wasn’t too difficult for her to adapt. My little girl, however, had problems as she grew. At one point, I built a couple of stools for her to use until she got tall enough to no longer need them. Brenda, my daughter, crested five foot the year her mother passed.

My wife Carrie was only thirty-five when she contracted a freak bacterial infection that claimed her life in less than forty-eight hours. To say Brenda and I were unprepared for it is an understatement. At forty, I was not expecting to become a single dad to a teenager who was just entering puberty. Of course, we mourned Carrie’s passing, each in our own way, and we were there for each other. Brenda would nestle herself into my shoulder, her body wracked with sobs while I shed my own tears. Gradually, we both moved on, never fully healing, never getting over her loss, but knowing that life goes on.

Brenda threw herself into her school activities, like the swim team as well as focusing on her academics. She was on track to get a full scholarship when she graduated in next year. She practiced religiously in our pool to keep her times down and her body in top physical condition. Her team mates became her best friends and there was rarely a time when there wasn’t a half-naked teenager with a swimmer’s body prancing around the house. Now as a forty-two-year-old man, I will admit it had an effect on me. I had gone on a handful of dates since Carrie passed, but nothing serious became of them. Brenda, for her part, didn’t date. She never told me about any boys that had caught her eye and the only boys I saw her with were her team mates, and they came around the pool only on occasion. I tried to broach the subject, but she always demurred and never gave me a solid answer as to why. Mostly she said she was more worried about getting a scholarship than finding a boyfriend. She was just too busy. I let it go.

Besides, there was an upside to having her girlfriends around all the time. More than one occasion, I found my hard cock in my hand as I watched the girls in the pool. Not my daughter, mind you. That thought never entered my lust-filled mind, but Linda was another matter. Where Brenda had reached five-five, Linda was like four-eleven. The word tiny doesn’t do her justice. Petite but tone and fully mature with solid C cups on her 32-inch bust highlighted her womanly figure. Also, while Brenda didn’t date, Linda had gone through a number of boyfriends just in the last year. Brenda did regale me with the social exploits of her team mates, almost as if to highlight how much more mature she was. And Brenda was mature. Where her mother had healthy B-cups, Brenda took after her grandmother with solid D’s. This presented a problem for her swimming career, as they added a lot of drag to her stroke, but with a tight suit and some banding, she could compensate. It obviously worked, though on more than one occasion she wondered aloud how much faster she would be with a smaller chest.

While I stared, Linda finished turning off the water and hopped back down to the floor. I think I managed to alter my gaze back to her face before she turned around. If she saw me peeking, she didn’t let on before thanking me for the water and bouncing back to the pool where her five team mates waited for her. It seemed like the exercise portion was over and the girls were just lounging in the pool or on the chaise. There were two male team mates with them, but they stayed on the water on the other side of the pool. They had been swimming for a couple of hours, and daylight was already fading. The party would have to end soon.

Sliding the door open, all heads turned toward me. “Brenda, don’t forget you need to get to bed early if we’re going to make it to Grammaw’s house tomorrow. Don’t stay up swimming too late.”

She bounced out of the pool, water streaming off her ample bouncing bosom as she ran up to me. “Daddy, is it ok if the girls stay over tonight? They can leave when we leave for Grammaw’s. Their moms already said it was ok.”

“Since it’s a weekend, I guess so,” a bevy of tight-bodied teenage girls? Would I have a problem with that? Who would? “But you really need to let elazığ escort me know these things ahead of time, sweetheart. Stop dropping them on me at the last minute.

“Yay!” She clapped her hands and jumped on me, kissing my cheek. “Thanks Daddy!”

The kids continued to play in the pool while I ordered pizza and kept a watchful eye out the kitchen window. The boys tried to get close to the girls, but it seemed two boys were no match for the gaggle of more mature girls. Eventually, the boys left out the side gate, covering their frustrated boners with their towels as they left.

Once the Pizza arrived, the girls all came in wearing long t-shirts over their damp suits, making wet rings over their breasts and on their asses. They sat on the floor around the TV while they attacked the pizzas. Some dancing show was on and at one point Linda boasted that she could dance every bit as well as the girls on the show. Bethany, a tall, thin redhead with pendulous breasts was challenging her to prove it, while Karen, a curvy brunette with grapefruit-sized breasts and a nice ass nodded in agreement. Tina, a late bloomer who looked fourteen even though she was the same age as the rest, didn’t seem interested in the discussion, but laughed along with her friends. With no figure to speak of, Tina probably felt out of her league with her team mates. From what Brenda had told me, she was the most sheltered of the bunch, thanks to overbearing parents. The four girls all taunted Linda to give a demonstration of her dancing skills.

I was content to sit and see how it played out. I was intrigued at the thought of the sexy little teenager dancing in a bikini and t-shirt, but I doubted it would be that risqué, especially in front of her friends. Brenda whipped out her phone and brought up a playlist that, while not to my taste, was probably all over the teenage scene. She streamed it through the stereo system and Linda hopped up, her tits jiggling in their confinement, and started to shuffle a little.

“All right. Look and learn bitches! Oh! I’m sorry, Mr. Brandford.” She evidently forgot I was in the room. At least she knew to use proper language around adults, anyway.

“No worries, Linda. Just try to keep it clean,” I said with a wink as I imagined her using all kinds of language as I drilled her from behind.

Her petite frame was enveloped in her oversized t-shirt, but the stretched out neck and its threadbare condition draped over her large bosom, left little to the imagination as her breasts swung heavily with the beat of the music. Her tanned and lean legs had no hint of cellulite as the moved with her dancing. It was not a particularly risqué dance, though. Actually, it was something similar to what a lot of drill teams might perform at half time, but that she was clad in only a string bikini bottom and that t-shirt made it enticing. Then the beat changed and she started throwing her hair around in circles while in a half-crouch. This movement also got her breasts spinning as well, lifting the bottom of her shirt a little on each swing and causing the hem to slide over her ass.

Her friends all started whooping and hollering encouragement to her as she really got into the beat. Then, my world stopped momentarily as she started to move her hips us and down in what pop culture calls twerking, and I call pantomiming sex. The crotch of her bikini crept into the crack of her ass until there was nothing to see of it, making it look like she was bottomless as those perfect globes of her ass slapped together invitingly.

Thankfully, she stopped before I had to say something about it. I was in a predicament as I was somewhat aroused and it wouldn’t be appropriate to stand up. This would definitely not be a good thing to display in front of five teenage girls. The song ended and another one started, so Bethany got up and gave us her show. While not as athletic as Linda, she was more graceful and artistic in her movements. I could seriously see her as a ballerina if she tried for it. Her dance didn’t have a twerk, of which I was both relieved and disappointed, as were, apparently, her friends, who booed her performance.

Karen was up next, and evidently wanted to outdo Linda, because she started moving around and grinding to the beat, doing a lot of squatting and bouncing. Her ample ass flexed with each step, both cheeks bare thanks to the t-back bottom she wore and the fact that she kept pulling the hem of her t-shirt taut at the waist. When she was done, all the girls cheered her.

My Brenda got up and started her dance to another song and wasn’t going to be outdone. I don’t think I ever saw a more exciting yet innocent dance. I couldn’t help but react, even though she avoided the twerk and grind her friends had done, because she used her hands in a very sensual way, touching her arms, hips and thighs very provocatively without being obscene. It was more like an artistic interpretive dance one might see at a recital. I got the feeling the girls forgot I was there, particularly Brenda as I don’t think erzincan escort she would have done a dance like that if she remembered I in the room. I simply sat and watched.

Tina’s dance was just sad. The little girl apparently had never danced before and it showed. I felt sympathy for her because she was obviously a late bloomer and shy to boot. I could tell, however, that eventually she would definitely be a stunner. Her friends were supportive though and did not criticize her shortcomings while they declared Brenda’s dance the winner. Only Bethany complained about the results, but even she knew who won.

After a lot of teenaged squealing, the girls settled down to watch a movie. They chose Magic Mike, which held no interest for me at all, so once my erection abated, I excused myself to my room. With five girls in the house, we didn’t have accommodations for all of them, but they didn’t seem to mind. Linda had spent the night enough times that I knew she shared Brenda’s bed. I figured the others would either make a pallet or perhaps hit the couches in the living room. I left it to them as I made my way to my room.

Several years ago, I had installed a security system with automations and video monitoring. Aside from arming and disarming, we rarely used it and never had reason to check the feeds. Brenda probably forgot all about it. This evening, however, my curiosity got the better of me and my good sense and I pulled up the feeds. I had four cameras, one outside overlooking the pool, one at the front door overlooking the walk, one inside looking at the door and one in the living room. That one gave me a full view of all the girls sprawled out on the floor and couch watching the movie.

The film held their rapt attention as they held mine. My eyes were drawn to Linda as she lay on her belly on the floor. The curves of her calves flowed into her tight thighs and curved upwards to her near perfect ass, still barely covered by her bikini bottoms. I let my eyes linger there before following the slope of her back. Her t-shirt gaped at the sleeve showing an ample amount of her impressive side-boob as it was squished by the large cushion she wrapped her arms around and rested her chest upon. I imagined running my tongue around every curve of that hard body while my fingers played softly along her skin, inciting moans and sighs of pleasure.

I was so wrapped up in my fantasy that I almost missed the movement in the recliner. It seems that after I left the room, little Tina had claimed my chair and was making herself comfortable. Very comfortable. From the angle of the camera, I could see her legs drawn up to her chest and her shirt pulled over them. This caused the hem to ride up a bit and gave me a good look at her bikini covered crotch. Her eyes never left the screen, where Matthew McConnaughey was baring his impressing six-pack. In fact, I doubt an earthquake would have distracted any of the girls. Tina, however, was not just enthralled, she was obviously excited. While her left arm was wrapped around her knees, her right hand was busy between them. I could see the fabric covering her pussy moving rhythmically as her fingers rubbed her pussy.

Unfortunately, the lighting was such that I couldn’t really make out any details, but just the knowledge that a young girl was masturbating in my recliner added some steel to my already hard cock. I barely had enough thought to wonder about such a young girl masturbating, I didn’t start until I was almost sixteen, but it didn’t really matter. I clicked record on my camera to have some jack off material for later as I watched. Without having the definition to be sure, it looked like she might have pulled the crotch aside to get better access. She was chewing on the collar of her shirt as she played and her hips were moving ever so slightly causing the recliner to rock a little.

On the couch, Karen and Bethany were sitting next to each other, while Brenda was on the loveseat and Linda stayed on the floor. Tina’s eyes began to close for extended times as the rocker moved slightly back and forth. After some time, she stopped all movement as her head dropped to her knees. Then, she stretched her legs out and took a more relaxed posture.

Bethany and Karen were whispering to each other, making them giggle occasionally. Being a dirty old man, my imagination went wild with what they were saying, and I noticed that Linda was also squirming a bit as she lay on the floor. Clearly, the movie had taken them all to a level of excitement that would be dangerous if their male team mates were still around. It made me wish I was still in my late teens, but then again, when I was a teenager, I don’t remember the girls looking so hot.

Suddenly, Linda hopped up from the floor, giving me a good view of her nipples poking through the T-shirt as her boobs jiggled. She made her way to the hallway, heading, I assumed, to the bathroom. I have a Jack-and-Jill bathroom, which gives me a separate door. I had not closed it the last time I used it, but it was not standing wide erzurum escort open either. A slice of light shot through the opening, and I could see her shadow moving in the room as I heard her close the other door. I figured she would close my door as well, but that never happened. I heard the seat of the toilet slap the tank and the rustling of clothes.

I have never been a peeping Tom. I have never snuck a voyeuristic peek at a woman in a changing room or bathroom. But what with Tina’s activity and the nearly naked flesh parading around the house, my hormones got the better of me and I rose from my desk, switched off my light and moved until I could just see Linda sitting on the commode. The door wasn’t opened enough to see everything, just a sliver that revealed part of her face, her right shoulder and the right side of her body. Her T-shirt bunched at the top of her thigh, so there really was nothing more to see.

Until she leaned back and spread her legs.

I could make out her right thigh and hip as she sat and slid her but toward the edge of the seat. Her right hand slipped between her thighs, just outside of my angle of vision. I could see her wrist moving, but not her whole hand from my position. I cursed my luck and considered walking closer, but thought better of it. I was in the shadows, but if I got closer, she might see my movements in the sliver of light spilling into my room from the bathroom. I tried to convince myself that I wasn’t seeing her masturbating, that she was simply adjusting her suit or something innocuous.

Then she moaned.

It was so subtle I almost missed it, but a second moan and a sigh followed and her thigh started moving as he hips began to thrust. Just watching her hip and thigh quickly became frustrating and I had to see more. I crept closer to the door, careful to stay out of the light, but still being able to keep my eye on the action inside.

“Uhnnnnnn. Ohhh ohhh.” She groaned. I could see her hand covering her mound and slipping back and forth over her crotch. I could hear the slurping wetness of her pussy as she rubbed it, but I couldn’t see any of her vulva. Then she jerked and stiffened her back as her hand clamped onto her pussy, and she drew a hissing breath clearly cumming on her fingers. My cock throbbed in my jeans and ached for relief, but as much as I wanted to walk in on her and offer her my cum, I fought for self-control and held off. A fantasy is one thing, but indecent exposure is a serious offense.

Once her breathing returned to normal, she licked her fingers, pulled her bikini back up, and flushed the toilet. Once the light went out, I heard her make her way back to the living room. I went back to my computer and watched as she curled up in front of the loveseat. The movie had ended and I saw Brenda get up to change the disk. The light from the TV highlighted the points of her nipples in her top, indicating the movie had an effect on her, too. It made me wonder if she was going to retire to her room to relieve her tension the same way Tina and Linda had.

Since it was getting late and we had to leave early in the morning, I decided to break up the movie party and send the girls to bed. I made my way into the living room and was immediately detected the hint of five girl’s arousal. “Alright, ladies. Movie’s over. Brenda and I have an early morning, so I think you all should hit the hay.”

“Awwww, please,” the girls whined at me.

Brenda, though, stood and stretched, drawing her t-shirt taught across her chest. “He’s right. Besides, I’m pooped anyway.”

“Where do we sleep?” Tina had never slept over before.

“Well, I have plenty of blankets and pillows in the hall closet if you want to all crash on cushions here, or you can crash in Brenda’s room.”

“I call dibs on sharing Brenda’s bed,” Linda hollered. The two often slept in that bed together when it was just the two of them on a sleepover.

“Can I sleep here on the couch? Bethany looked like she wasn’t used to palleting on a floor.

“We can both fit on the couch,” Karen offered.

“I can fit on the loveseat,” Tina said.

“All right, then. That settles it. I imagine there’s about to be a rush on the shower, so make it quick, girls. I’ll be in my room if you need anything. Do knock first, please.”

“Good night, Mr. Brandford,” came a chorus of voices.

“G’night, Daddy,” Brenda offered with a peck on my cheek. I grabbed a beer from the fridge to take to my room as the girls grabbed pillows and blankets. By the time I got to my room, someone was in the shower and had closed the door to my room.

Oh, well, it was too much to hope for a cheap voyeuristic thrill of seeing girls in the shower. I sat at my desk and opened a browser, flipping through my favorite porn sites. My cock had remained half-mast since Linda’s performance and I needed some relief. I held off grabbing my dick until the showers had stopped and the movement in the house had come to a standstill. Just to double check after about an hour, I hit the camera monitor and looked in on the living room. In the green image of the night vision, I could see Tina on the loveseat wrapped up in a blanket and nestled in facing the back cushions. On the sofa, I had expected to see Bethany and Karen with their heads at opposite ends of the couch, but instead they were spooned and sharing a pillow.

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It was nice to be able to walk past the bridge where we so frantically made love on New Year’s Eve. The construction has proven to have benefits and pitfalls, though. Now that the Water Way is finished for the most part, we will no longer be able to “visit” our bridge.

But at least we found a new place along the Water Way to visit. We walked along under the stars on that muggy July night staring into the clear water trinkling from the many fountains. We admired the scenery and dreamed of someday being able to call such a magical place home. We walked under another bridge, and after spying a row of hedges secluding a nice patch of grass, you dragged me to the wall in the secluded enclosure.

Following your lead, I pressed you against the wall and forced my mouth upon yours. I felt your hands grabbing my ass and pulling me closer to you. My hands followed suit and clutched at your powerful shoulders, ran through your hair and pulled your face towards mine in an effort to get more of that incredible tongue. You lightly traced circles with the pads of your fingers over the exposed parts of my body and made me shiver with excitement.

Several times, we paused, holding our breaths together kahramanmaraş escort after the slightest sound from the restaurant on the other side of the hedges. Each time, our passion doubled from the few precious seconds without skin to skin contact. Within minutes, we could no longer wait for what we both knew would be a most pleasurable encounter.

You pulled my breasts free from my blouse as I unbuckled your belt and slid your pants over your muscular hips and butt. After spending awhile worshipping my sensitive nipples with that talented tongue, your whispered those words that you know would turn me on even more. “Put your mouth on me….”

I got down on my knees in the grass with my breasts exposed to any clever enough to peer through the bushes and made love to your manhood with my experienced tongue. It wasn’t long before my efforts were rewarded with the taste of your sweet juices. But you weren’t finished yet….you had to have me then and there.

You laid down on the grass and pulled me on top of you. I lowered myself, dripping with pleasure, slowly onto your waiting manhood. I was so close, but every time I wanted to speed things up kastamonu escort and get myself home, you would slow me down and sweetly torture me.

And then there was a noise….people were coming out of the back door of the restaurant not 15 feet away. We both stopped this time, on the verge, and held our breaths while staring at each others’ faces and trying not to laugh. We had no doubt that they heard our frenzied playing in the bushed but chose not to investigate.

After they left, you got up, pulling me up on all fours, and took me from behind. I was moaning so loud, I’m amazed we weren’t discovered. The grass irritated your knees, so you pushed me down onto my back and again suckled at my nipples as you entered me. You leaned back on your knees, pulling my legs (still in the high heels you loved so much) over your shoulders. Seeing you this way, half dressed, sweating in the grass, and taking me, had me on the verge again….and then there was this glorious sensation welling up from my clitoris and expanding across my body sending the most incredible heat and contractions through my insides.

You were getting close too…you dropped my legs back kayseri escort on to the ground and laid your body on top of my, grasping my shoulders as if hanging on for dear life. You paused your quickening strokes only once to feel my legs and bring them up to wrap them around your back. As soon as I took my cue from you, you pumped faster and faster….harder and harder….the pressure on my insides was incredible….

And then we were both there, panting like sex-starved animals and howling with our mutual delight. As soon as we were able to come back to earth and catch our breaths after almost an hour of frantic lovemaking in the grass, we quickly got dressed and walked back to the truck.

We got many smiles as we stopped on the way home for drinks to quench our parched throats. It was no wonder….mother nature and the Water Way had left us with unexpected brands that showed the world our passion for each other. You see, we had dressed again, but had forgotten about the bits of grass in our hair and on our clothes, and it was evident by the grass and dirt stains in various places that we had taken delight in each others’ bodies very recently. The fact that both of us had that satiated smile didn’t help matters. I’m more than certain that a few very happy couples were inspired by our disheveled appearances to imitate our experience on the Water Way.

Until that magical repeat performance happens, I will always drive by that secluded spot on my way to work and smile as I enjoy my fond memories….

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